Summary: You comfort Sakuya after he gets beaten up by Sion. You have a secret crush on him. Sparks fly between you.
Genre: footballer!sakuya, friends to lovers, high school au
Word count: 1k
A/n: something cute to get all you sakuryo stans warmed up ;) stay tuned for more suggestive work in the future
You caught Sakuya when he was shoving out of the boys’ changing rooms, the door banging on the hinge.
His shoulders were hunched in his school uniform shirt, and he had mud splattered over his calves.
You followed him outside the sports centre and down the road.
Swinging his sports bag on one shoulder, kicking up clods of mud as he walked, Sakuya never acknowledged you.
“Hi,” you said, struggling to match his loping stride. He was scrolling his phone with one hand.
“Sorry about Sion. He's - an idiot,” you said.
Sion and the rest of the boys didn’t just beat Sakuya at football. They destroyed him. Throughout the sports lesson, it was like they all ganged up to humiliate him. It started small with jeers of ‘Girl-chan’ and nasty kicks to the shins, but then it got serious.
Finally, Sion tackled him to the ground when the teacher wasn’t looking. If Sakuya had just given in then, they might have left him alone, but instead, he wiped the blood and dirt from his mouth, and flashed Sion two gleeful middle fingers. You cringed at the memory.
“Just stop asking for it!” you said. “If you ignore him, he’ll leave you alone.”
Sakuya put in his AirPods.
“Okay. How do I put this?” you said. “You’ll never beat Sion, so don’t try.”
Sakuya’s eyebrow twitched.
“Look, I mean, the guy’s twice your size! Um, that’s not it. Sion has the body of an athlete, whereas your body is more like… you know when you find a spider in the bath, and it’s all drowning, and its legs are like, flailing around?”
Sakuya stopped walking and just stared at you. His black eyes were empty.
You sighed. “That’s not what I meant either.”
“Ok,” Sakuya said, “I thought the earphones made it pretty clear I don’t want to talk to you, but I guess not.” He pulled out an AirPod and gestured roughly down the road. “If you’re so hot for Sion, why don’t you just go and screw him?”
Sakuya pulled his bag strap up his shoulder and strode onwards.
You stopped, stunned at his aggression. What had you ever done to Sakuya? You were just trying to help, and he had hit you with all the anger his bullies deserved.
As you stood there, fighting the tightness in your throat, you saw Sakuya turn and look at you.
“I don’t want to screw Sion,” you said slowly. “I have standards.”
Sakuya winced, and took a step towards you.
“Sorry,” he said. “I know you don’t want to do Sion. I always thought you were pretty cool for that. I shouldn’t have said it.”
“Yeah, you shouldn’t have said it,” you replied, a smile curving your lips.
The same smile flitted over Sakuya’s face. “Ok, was I really that bad in the game?” He walked slower now, letting you match his pace with ease.
“Bad,” you laughed. “Horror movie bad. Texas Chainsaw Massacre bad.”
“Now now,” Sakuya said, his eyes widening. “You should see the-”
“I should see the other guy?” you interrupted. “Yeah, I have seen Sion, and he’s totally fine. Not a scratch.”
Sakuya kicked a loose pavement stone in anger. Then, he cursed, hopping around and holding his hurt foot.
His liquid eyes met yours, and you both started laughing.
Suddenly, he ducked down and picked up a dandelion. He thrust it into your hand. “Here.”
“What is this?” you said, eyeing the weed.
“I dunno,” he said. “I feel like I should… give you something. To say sorry.”
You twirled the dandelion. “If you want to make it up to me, why don’t you let me clean your cuts?”
Soon, Sakuya was sitting on the wall, and you were dabbing at the cuts on his cheekbone. You used your water bottle to wash the mud from the sore skin. Sakuya let out a whimper, then looked down in embarassment. His cheek was smooth under your touch. His thick-lashed eyes were almost beautiful.
“I remember what you used to be like,” you said quietly. “You used to make daisy chains for all the girls. I think I still have mine.”
Sakuya’s lip quivered, fighting a smile.
“And you had that,” you said, frowning, “that huge backpack, with that pink thing on it, that-”
“Minnie Mouse keyring,” you both said in unison.
Sakuya grinned, looking down. “That keyring was hard, okay? My mum got it for me from Disneyland Florida. It cost like 10 dollars.”
“I was so jealous of it,” you said.
“I’ve always liked you, Sakuya,” you added, putting your things back in your bag to hide the way your heart was thudding in your chest.
“I like you too,” he said.
You looked up at him. He stared straight at you, blinking fast. His tongue flashed over his mouth. A cool breeze ruffled your hair as the blue afternoon slid into golden evening.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me now?” you said.
Sakuya’s face exploded with redness. “What?”
“I like you. You like me back. Isn’t it time for you to kiss me?” you said.
Sakuya laughed shakily. “I really don’t think-”
“What?” you said. “Wow, you’ve really never kissed a girl, have you?”
“Hey, I’ve kissed plenty of girls!” Sakuya said, kicking the wall with one heel.
“Really?” you said. “I mean, I know Layla liked you last year, but I thought you said-”
Suddenly, Sakuya’s hands were on your face, warming it.
He leaned over you, brushing your hair back with one large hand.
“What are you-” you said, your cheeks slightly smushed.
“I’m kissing you, aren’t I?” Sakuya said. “Look, do you want to do this or not?”
And then he was kissing you.
When Sakuya placed his lips to yours, they weren’t stiff, or aggressive. They were soft as candyfloss, melting against yours. His hands softened, threading your hair back as he relaxed into the kiss.
Your hands found his knees, and clasped the muddy skin. Your heart was pounding so fast you were sure he could feel it.
After one cool drink of his mouth, you pulled back.
A grin split Sakuya’s face in two, and he was grinding his heels into the pavement. The blush had spread down his neck and was peeking out the bottom of his shorts.
“That was nice,” you said quietly, looking up into his face. “But you are seriously acting like someone who has never been kissed.”
“Jesus!” Sakuya said, his voice breaking.
He swung himself to his feet and started jogging down the road back to the school.
“Wait for me!” you called, as you ran to catch up with him.
This wasn’t hard as he managed to trip on literally every stick, pebble and pothole in the way.
Sakuya is really, really bad at sports, you thought with a smile.
—
When you reached the school road, Sakuya was already walking up to his mum’s car.
“I’ve got to get going, okay?” he said, flashing you a ridiculously large smile.
“Wait,” he said. “Should we… follow each other on Instagram, or something?”
“I already follow you,” you said, smiling. “I’ll send you a message.”
He gave you a thumbs up, and ducked into the car.
Sakuya had kissed you today.
You couldn’t stop smiling all the way home.
—
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Summary: your ex boyfriend says you're terrible at sucking dick. you use your shy roommate Anton to prove him wrong.
Genre: shy virgin!Anton, friends to lovers AU, smut
Word count: 2k
You staggered through the front door of your flat, almost tripping over your high heels. Your head was spinning, and you were pretty sure you reeked of tequila.
Kicking off your shoes, you wobbled into the living room.
Your roommate Anton was sat on the couch, snuggled under a fleece blanket. A rerun of an old comedy show played softly on the TV.
You picked up a pillow and used it to scrub off the tears on your cheeks.
"Y/n, are you okay? Have you been crying?”
Anton had only been living in the apartment for few months, ever since your old roommate left for her semester abroad. He was very shy, but sweet. Whenever he’d cook himself some ramen, he'd always leave out a bowl for you, and silently do the dishes in the morning.
You slumped down into the couch beside him.
“I’ve had the worst evening ever.”
Anton’s dark hair was damp from the shower, and he smelled like coconut shampoo.
His brows furrowed. “What happened?”
"It's Shotaro," you hiccupped. "He broke up with me. On our six-month anniversary of all days! He left me in the bar… so I decided to have a few cocktails. Okay, maybe more than a few."
Anton's mouth fell open. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry."
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing your lip gloss. You probably looked like a mess, but you were too drunk and sad to care.
“He said, in this dead pan voice, like a total psycho, Y/n, it’s just not going to work. You’re self-centered, you’re not as funny as you think you are, and you’re terrible at sucking dick.”
Anton blushed. “He said all that?”
You nodded. “It’s the most I’ve ever heard him speak in one go.”
You held your face and started to cry. The sobs wracked through your whole body, making you shake.
You felt a hand lightly touch your arm.
“That guy’s a jerk. He didn’t deserve you.”
Anton’s hand on your arm felt so comforting. The only time Shotaro would ever touch you was when he wanted sex.
You looked up to see Anton looking at you tenderly, with deep soulful eyes. His dark skin was smooth, and his lips, plump and juicy, were the perfect shade of red. He was handsome, without even trying.
You don’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that you had just been dumped, but you felt a sudden surge of courage.
“Shotaro said I use too much teeth,” you whispered.
Anton frowned. “What do you mean?”
The blanket had slipped off Anton, revealing his body. He was wearing a blue striped top that was tight over his broad shoulders, and left little to the imagination below. You could see the grooves of abs on his toned stomach, and his delightfully narrow waist. Who knew this guitar nerd was hiding such a hot body?
You shifted closer, so that your thigh pressed against his.
Anton gulped.
“He said I should use my hands to cover what my mouth can’t reach.”
A deep blush dusted Anton’s cheekbones.
You leaned towards him, so your lips brushed his ear.
“He said I don’t put it in deep enough.”
“He said,” you pulled the blanket completely off Anton, exposing his toned legs in the grey sweatpants, “that the tip’s the most sensitive. That I need to swirl my tongue around it, if I want to make him come.”
Anton shifted uncomfortably in the couch.
“Was he right?” you asked.
“About what?” Anton’s voice was hoarse.
“Is the tip the most sensitive part?”
Anton scrambled onto his feet. He pulled his hand through his hair, eyes darting around.
“Y/n, this is crazy. I’m going to bed.”
Anton turned to leave, but you grabbed his arm and yanked him back with all your might.
He fell back against you with a thud. His body, solid and heavy, pressed into you deliciously.
“Don’t leave me alone tonight,” you sniffed.
Once Anton was sat back on the couch, you sank down onto the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the wooden floor with a smack.
You prised Anton’s legs apart and shuffled so that you were kneeling between them.
You rubbed your hands up and down his sweatpants, feeling the firm, warm muscle of his thighs beneath the soft material.
“Y/n, stop. You’re drunk, and I- I’ve never- I don’t-“
“Shh,” you said, cutting him off. ‘I don’t care if you’re a virgin. Let me suck you off, for practice.”
You pushed up his top, revealing a plane of dark, toned abs. Anton sucked in a breath, his stomach turning concave.
The sight of tight body made your mouth water. You reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.
Anton’s hand grabbed your wrist.
“Wait, we shouldn’t- this is wrong!” Anton’s voice came out in a squeak.
“If this is so wrong, then why are you hard right now?”
You and Anton both looked down at the sizeable bulge in his sweatpants. You reached forwards and rubbed your palm over it.
Anton groaned.
“Just let me do this,” you said.
You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and then pulled them all the way down his thighs. He hissed when your fingers brushed over his clothed cock.
His boxers were pale blue with little octopus cartoons all over them. Anton put his hand over his crotch, puffing out his cheeks.
Anton looked at you through his lashes. His hand still hadn’t moved from his crotch.
“I didn’t expect anyone to see these… they were a gift from my mom.”
“Don’t be shy now,” you said, swatting his hand away.
Then you pulled his boxers off too, making Anton squirm. You flung them off to the side, where they fell onto the coffee table with a soft thump.
Anton bit his lip. He was staring up at the ceiling, trying not to watch you sizing up his nakedness.
“I can’t believe this is happening… fuck,” Anton said, breathless.
You were surprised to see that Anton had a patch of wild dark hair at the base of his cock. Shotaro, the only other man you’d seen naked, was always completely shaved.
You could feel your panties growing wet at the thought of having him in your mouth.
“You’re big, Anton. Who would have guessed? Not like that tiny dick, Osaki.”
Anton’s cock was darker than the rest of him, and deep red at the tip. It was growing erect under your gaze.
“Wait, are you sure this is a good idea? You just broke up, and I really don’t think we-“
Ignoring his protests, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. It pulsed under your touch.
Anton was watching you intently now, his face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and pain.
You leaned down so that your lips were millimetres away from his cock. Tentatively, you poked out your tongue and licked a circle around the tip. He tasted salty, with a tang of something else too.
Slowly, you sank your mouth down around him.
Anton groaned. He slumped his head against the back of the couch and let his eyes fall shut in surrender.
You let your hands skate up the insides of his thighs, feeling him jolt as your fingers brushed over this sensitive skin.
“We should stop,” he moaned.
You released his cock from your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’. His hips jerked forwards when you pulled off him, his body subconsciously following your lips.
“Are you sure, Anton? Because you seem to be enjoying it.”
Anton’s eyes shifted back and forth between your lips and his dick.
“Stop… wait, don’t stop. I- I don’t know!”
Anton was a mess. His hair stuck out in all angles from where he’d pulled his hands through it.
“Say it,” you hissed.
Anton let out a strangled half-grunt.
“Do it, Y/n, just-“
You put your mouth back on his cock, hearing him gasp.
You twisted your hands over the parts that your mouth couldn’t reach. You sucked him deep, ignoring the ache in your jaw.
Anton’s fists were curled up into balls by his side. He mumbled a string of curses, too fast for you to make out the words.
“Fuck! Just like that!”
Anton’s cock twitched in your mouth. You felt his whole body tense in one frenzied moment.
Then, Anton’s hands were on your shoulders, shoving you off him. You felt a hot liquid splash against your lips and chin. But because you were half off his cock, most of his come splashed onto his own thighs and stomach. It pooled in the grooves of his abs.
Anton flopped back onto the couch, utterly spent. His softening dick lay on his stomach, covered in slick.
You dabbed the corner of your lip with your sleeve.
“Shotaro was wrong. I am good at this.”
The thought of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back to you. All those months wasted, all those times you cancelled on your friends to go over to his place, just to have him ignore you and play video games instead. It was like a dam burst inside you, and suddenly, you started to cry.
Anton slid down onto the floor beside you and curled one arm around your body.
“There, there,” he said, rubbing circles into your back.
You buried your head into his chest and let yourself be held in his strong arms.
When you were finally able to stop crying, you looked up at him. In the soft glow of the TV, Anton looked vulnerable, with a dazzling, child-like beauty.
“Are you going to remember any of this tomorrow, drunk girl?” Anton said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
You sniffed. “I’m not sure.”
Anton nodded, his face becoming serious. “Then I’ll just say it. I like you, Y/n, more than friends. I have for a while. This wasn’t exactly the way I wanted things to go, but we’re here now.”
You gave him a small smile.
“Can you tell me that again in the morning?”
Anton kissed your forehead. “Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”
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Summary: you and Ryo get lost on a camping trip and end up alone in the woods. you have nothing to do but each other...
Genre: friends to lovers AU, smut, p in v (don't read if you don't like it!)
Word count: 3k
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“Ryo, just admit it. We’re lost,” you called out.
“No, if we just get back to the stream, we’ll find the class,” he said, tripping through the woods, his eyes glued to the crumpled map.
“There is no stream! There’s just one stupid tree. A tree we’ve crossed five times,” you said. “Just give me the map.”
“No. I’ve got it,” he mumbled, waving the map away from you.
“Ryo!” you snapped.
He looked up at you, his eyes wide as saucers.
“Hirose Ryo, you do not know the way. We are lost, and cold, and we haven’t eaten in six hours. It’s getting dark. I say we give up and pitch the tent right here, before … something big and hungry finds us.”
Ryo looked around, shivering. The trees seemed to grow taller in the dying light. Everything was tinted a sickly colour: the tree trunks were blue, the leaves purple. It looked like an alien planet.
He gulped. “I’ll set up the tent.”
-
You sat next to each other in your sleeping bags, the tent tightly zipped up.
Every now and then, a tree branch would brush the tent, or something would skitter past, and you would both flinch.
An owl hooted, and Ryo grabbed your hand.
“What are you doing?” you said, trying to shake his hand off.
Ryo’s voice was a whisper. “I was just trying to comfort you. You seem kind of scared.”
You smiled. “Right. I’m the scared one.”
You reached into your pack and pulled out a bottle of tequila. You took a quick swig, feeling the crackle of warmth spread through your lungs.
“Here,” you said, giving it to Ryo.
“Alcohol?” he said in a squeak.
You chuckled. “Drink it. To stay warm.”
Ryo took a big gulp, then another, and you realised you’d forgotten to warn him about how strong it was.
“Okay. Enough,” you said, pulling it from his lips.
He shivered, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Feels nice.”
“Wow,” you said, “You are drunk, Hirose.”
Ryo laughed, and somehow, you were hugging him. You weren’t sure who initiated it, but it felt incredible.
You wrapped your arms over his broad back, digging your fingers into his soft hoodie. You buried your nose and mouth in his shoulder. He hugged you firm and strong, without the faintest hint of awkwardness. God, he even smelled good, like leaves and rainy soil. You had no idea teenage boys could smell good.
Even in the pitch black woods, you felt safe.
Ryo shuffled, holding out his arm for you to rest on, and you lay down. His arm was a thousand times softer than the prickly ground of the tent.
Resting your head on Ryo’s shoulder, pressing your cheek to his warm throat, tangling your fingers in his silky hair, you drifted off to sleep.
At one point in the night, you even realised that your legs were intertwined with his. You were clinging to his leg with both of your thighs, while his other leg was curved over your hip.
If you had been fully awake, you would have realised this was totally inappropriate for two classmates who were practically strangers. But tonight, your guard was down. It just felt right.
-
You woke with a gasp.
There was a faint blue light, so it must have been nearly dawn.
You cringed, realising you must have been having a sex dream. Your lips were tingling. Your whole body was warm and relaxed, like you were bathing in syrup. The most humiliating part was the sweet throbbing between your legs.
Your underwear was probably swimming. You had spare panties in your backpack, but there was no way to get them now.
You rubbed your eyes, looking for Ryo …
He was sprawled out, occupying the whole tent, one arm over his head. You realised he was the reason you had woken up.
Ryo was talking in his sleep.
“Give it to me…” he mumbled, tossing his head. “Put it on me. Please.” He wriggled in his sleep, his hips jerking forwards. “Let me in.”
You realised what was happening. Ryo was having a sex dream too.
You struggled not to laugh out loud. You had to see where this was going. You made a mental note to tease him about this for the rest of his life.
Ryo’s head turned, his lips falling open, his red tongue poking out of his mouth. Drool leaked over his cheek. His freckled cheeks hollowed as his tongue ran over his lips.
With the hand that wasn’t above his head, Ryo cupped his bulge, over his trousers. He pinched his dick with his thumb and forefinger in sloppy squeezes as he spoke.
Sleeping Ryo is kind of a perv, you thought.
Ryo’s thick eyelashes fluttered, his head turning towards you.
Your heart leapt into double speed. If his eyes were open, he would have been looking right at you.
“Just for a minute…” Ryo mumbled. “Let me put it in… Y/n.”
You shrieked. Ryo had said your name.
Ryo’s eyelids flew open. He was staring right at you, his eyes red and watery, still squeezing his dick in one hand.
You both looked down. Ryo slowly flexed his fingers, staring at them like they belonged to someone else. Ryo’s cock stuck up like a pin under his waterproof trousers.
When he looked up, his face was stained a dark purple and he could not meet your eye.
“Ryo,” you said a little hysterically. “You’re pitching a tent.”
He laughed automatically, then groaned, covering his face with his hands and rolling onto his back.
“You talk a lot in your sleep,” you said.
“No. God. Please. Did I say all of that out loud?” he said, his voice muffled.
He turned on his side so he was facing away from you.
You crawled over to him, hugging his back as you had earlier.
Ryo went completely stiff under your touch.
“You did,” you whispered. “You said a lot of things. About sex. About wanting to be inside … me.”
Ryo gulped. He was speechless for a whole minute. “Don’t take it personally. Please. It’s just biology. You’re so lucky you’re not a guy.”
“Felt pretty personal to me,” you said quietly. “And girls get morning wood too.”
Ryo turned to stare at you when you said that. You saw his furrowed brows, his tongue peeking out of his lips. He was trying to figure out what you meant by that comment.
You reached out experimentally and touched his clothed erection. It was so hard it resisted your touch. It almost bounced back into place. You ran your fingers over it, squeezing it in your fist.
Ryo shuddered violently.
You pushed him down onto the ground and straddled him. You dug your fingers under his hoodie. You traced the lines of his hot, concave stomach. You fingered the loose hairs of his happy trail.
Pushing his hoodie up, you buried your face in Ryo’s chest, rubbing your cheek in the sweet crevice between the planes of his pecs.
When you kissed one of his nipples, he grabbed the hair at the back of your head.
You took that as a sign that he liked it, latching on and running your tongue around the hard, protruding flesh, before moving to bite the other nipple. You dug your fingers into the gaps between his rib bones. You clawed at the surprisingly firm flesh of his chest.
“I just - I’ve never done this before,” Ryo said quickly, as you pushed his hoodie and T-shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless, and began to suck the soft skin under his jaw. “Go slow.”
You’d had some boyfriends, but you’d never had sex either. You weren’t about to tell Ryo that.
“You want to do this, don’t you?” you whispered, pulling back to stare into his dark, starry eyes, like coins at the bottom of a wishing well.
Ryo just looked flustered.
“I mean…” you said, your heart sinking. “I want to do this.”
Ryo let out a long, shaky sigh. “Yes. I think. I want to do this.”
“Should I give it to you, then?” you teased.
“Give it to me,” he mouthed, smiling shyly.
“Open your mouth,” you said, squeezing his soft cheek, and running your thumb over his freckled cheekbone.
Ryo slowly parted his lips.
You kissed his sweet red mouth. You held his jaw open with one hand, tipping his head back so you could thrust your tongue inside. You licked all the way around his cheeks. You twirled your tongue with his, teaching him the moves, feeling him get more confident. When you coiled his hair in your fist, he moaned, “Y/n.”
“Wow,” you said, eyeing his embarassed face. “You love saying my name.”
“It was an accident,” he mumbled.
“It was hot,” you said.
You couldn’t hide your curiosity about Ryo’s manhood anymore.
You crawled down his body, running your hands over his bare chest and stomach, till you were face to face with his clothed erection. It rose again under your gaze.
“Y/n,” Ryo said, breathing deeply. “Please. Be gentle.”
Your mouth watered at the thick red and white checked waistband of his boxer shorts. The ridges of his abs made it ripple. The skin of his stomach, with its smattering of dark hair, looked so soft and welcoming. You carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his waterproof trousers, then pulled the whole lot down.
His dick sprang into your face, a deep, delicious purple in the dawn light.
Curved yet rigid, rising between thick hair, Ryo’s cock looked so much more animal than the rest of his soft, shining body. It looked almost prehistoric.
Ryo pushed himself up onto his elbows and stared at you as hard as humanly possible.
You nuzzled into his cock, rubbing your cheek against the hot flesh, just feeling it out with the fingers of your other hand. It was the strangest texture, somewhere between silk and velvet, getting slicker all the time. Even here, Ryo smelled good. Musky.
You leaned in and pressed your lips to his tip, tasting the salty moisture, wondering what to do next.
Throwing his head back, Ryo mumbled something once, then twice. You had no idea if he knew what he was saying. “Let me in. Let me in.”
You laughed and took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up and down the length, touching your cheek to feel its shape through the skin.
When you began sucking on it, Ryo jerked violently, hitting the floor of the tent with his fists.
Ryo was a mess. If he could have told you to stop before, he couldn’t now. His eyes were closed as he writhed on the floor of the tent. His abs rippled with every movement of your mouth.
A few times, Ryo reached out, almost grabbing your hair before clenching his fists.
Not stopping the rhythm of your head, you twined his fingers into your hair.
Ryo moaned. He slipped his fingers through your hair and stroked all over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids. He touched you like he might still be dreaming.
You were getting tired from the ache in your jaw, so you let Ryo’s dick spring free and crawled up his body again.
You kicked off your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear, then rolled so Ryo was on top of you.
Ryo stared down at you with dazed eyes as his fingers searched between your bodies.
Ryo found your panties. He patted the soaked fabric in awe. Every time he brushed your clit, your pussy throbbed unbearably.
“Wow,” he said. “It’s just like I imagined. Wet.”
He held your panties to the side with his thumb so he could drag his finger through your wetness.
“Oh god,” he said, cupping your bare mound with his whole hand. It was shockingly intimate. You felt something ooze out against his rough fingers.
“Heaven,” Ryo said, shutting his eyes as he slipped one finger inside you. He started stroking the sensitive ridges at the edge of your pussy almost automatically.
You were so turned on that every touch was a line of fire to the tip of your toes. You felt your orgasm creeping up. You tried to fight the pleasure - Ryo’s ego would never recover if you came right now.
“I never want to leave,” Ryo said, pushing in another finger, then a third. His mouth fell open when he heard the loud squelching sound coming from between your legs.
“You’re a real perv, Hirose,” you breathed.
Ryo was too focused on your pussy to hear your comment.
Thoughtlessly, Ryo began pushing your panties down your legs. You felt his cock brush the skin of your inner thigh for the first time. It was like a homing mechanism. Ryo’s cock was coming home.
It was hot and hard as it glided through your thick hair. It was so close to your pussy now. It would take nothing for him to penetrate you - one motion, one easy glide then you and Ryo would be joined.
You imagined Ryo spearing you deep. You imagined the satisfaction as he touched your very core. You wondered if he would fuck you strong and fast, or slow and teasing. You felt a primal need like you’d never felt before.
Only, you didn’t have any condoms. You despaired.
“Yes,” Ryo said breathlessly. “Mum.”
“What?” you said.
“No. Sorry. I mean my mum gave me these condoms on my birthday - it was so embarassing.”
Ryo crawled to the side of the tent, naked except for the trousers hanging around his knees, and fetched the dimly glittering pink strip of plastic.
You felt an urge to kiss him in gratitude. Then, you realised you’d already acted cock hungry enough for one boy’s brain. You held your tongue.
“Oh,” you said coolly. “Nice.”
Ryo chuckled at your reaction. He pushed it to the side, tore the plastic, then held the glistening tip of the condom and carefully pushed it over his dick.
Ryo moved back over you, his body frozen - and you realised he was not going to make the first move.
“Just give it to me,” you said, making Ryo chuckle in embarassment.
You pulled his hips towards you, hard, feeling his cock slide into your pussy like they were made for each other.
Now, you could no longer hold back. You let out a low groan of satisfaction as Ryo’s cock hit the perfect spot deep within you.
“Heaven,” you whispered, only half joking.
“Don’t tease,” Ryo said with a smile. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply to shut you up. As his tongue moved effortlessly over yours, his hips snapped back into the instinctive rhythm they’d had when he was dreaming.
“You really could fuck me in your sleep,” you said, laughing to hide the fact that you were on the verge of coming.
“This is better than all my dreams,” Ryo whispered.
Ryo plunged into you, deeper than he ever had, and you suddenly felt yourself orgasming. You tangled your legs with Ryo’s, shuddering and hugging him tight to hide the contortions of your face.
“Wait, did you just-” Ryo, his voice high.
“Shut up about it,” you said, although it was hard to be angry about anything when your whole body was melting.
“Oh no. It’s happening,” Ryo said shakily, hugging you just as tight as his body stiffened in his orgasm. His fists pressed your back so hard it almost hurt. You felt a strange kind of warmth between your legs.
Then you were both panting, collapsed side by side on the floor of the tent.
You realised that the sex you’d just had was more appropriate for a boyfriend and girlfriend than two horny classmates.
The tent was light now. You heard birds singing.
Ryo unzipped the tent and threw the condom outside, mouthing ‘Yuck’.
“I can’t believe we just had sex,” you said, pulling up your panties.
“My head is spinning,” Ryo breathed. “I think I need to lie down.”
“So I’m that good, huh?” you teased as you shimmied into your jeans and smoothed out your shirt. You expected another witty comeback from Ryo.
Ryo had his back turned to you and was pulling on his hoodie when he spoke. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in real life.”
You realised that Ryo was not joking. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“I liked you since the day I met you. That’s why I did this stupid wilderness club.” Ryo turned to face you, transformed into his shy, nerdy self all over again. “I think we should date, Y/n. I mean, the sex part clearly works. And I’m really interesting. You haven’t even heard half of my jokes yet. Just consider it, okay?”
“Okay,” you said, grinning. “Just let me hold the map from now on.”
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Summary: You make a love potion for your boyfriend... but it accidentally hits bastard Enzo.
Pairing: Enzo St John x Reader
Genre: Suggestive, Bad boy!Enzo
Word count: >1k
“You ever heard the phrase ‘Be careful what you wish for?’’ your best friend asked. “Love potions are tricky things. It might be better if you-"
But you weren't listening. You downed the green sludge, and chanted Jeremy’s name.
Over the last few months, Jeremy had been cold and distant. He avoided your calls, he only showed up at your dorm room at 3AM… You were losing the love of your life.
A week passed, and nothing changed between you and Jeremy. You were heartbroken. The love potion was your last hope, and it had failed.
-
“What the devil?” Enzo said, sitting upright in his bathtub. Water splashed onto the floor.
He had just settled into the hotel bathtub, imagining giving the red-haired receptionist a good railing, when suddenly, he saw your face. It was your dark hair he was smelling, your waist beneath his fingers.
He hardly knew you, for Christ’s sake. You were one of Damon’s friends, some witchy college kid. Sure, you were pretty, but not his type. He liked bad girls, preferably on motorcycles - not uptight best friends with raging moral compasses.
Enzo stomped to the wardrobe and threw on his clothes. Within twenty minutes, he was sweet-talking that receptionist in the back seat of his car. He was kissing her neck, admiring the total absence of a delicious argan oil scent in her hair - when he felt a cold sweat.
HE WAS CHEATING ON YOU.
The thought crashed into his brain like a damn lorry. Apologising to the girl - Becca or Becky or something - he staggered out of the car.
Enzo had to get to the bottom of this.
-
You turned to enter your philosophy class - only to see a leather-jacketed Englishman in the way.
“Apologies, sweetcheeks. We need to talk,” Enzo said.
“Don't you have any innocent people to murder? Where's Damon?” you said.
You nearly got whiplash as he carried you outside the red brick building. You stood there, trying to get your breath back. Enzo was staring at you with intense annoyance. Really intense. You felt yourself blush under his eyes.
“What the hell?” you said, still panting.
“Wasn't I clear enough before? I wasn't asking.” Enzo said, resting both hands on the wall on either side of your head . “You see, I have a problem. I can't get you out of my damn head.”
You laughed. “Oh my god. You're flirting with me. I’ll pass, if that's okay with you.”
“No, sweetheart,” Enzo said. “I don't fancy you, so you can drop the smug grin. I think some witchy voodoo has implanted you in my brain.”
You began to sweat under your T-shirt.
“It's a problem,” Enzo said in a low voice. “You see, I'm something of a lothario myself.”
“Huh?” you said.
“A Don Juan. A Cassanova.” Enzo clarified.
You shrugged.
“I bed a lot of women!” Enzo said. “And this is not exactly greasing the old works, if you know what I-”
You slid out from under Enzo’s arm. You couldn't let him know this was your fault, especially as you had no solution. “Not my problem, sorry!” you said.
In a flash, Enzo was standing in front of you. “Don't go, darling. You won't make it,” he murmured. The threat sounded almost tender. A shiver went down your spine.
You raised your hands and started chanting. Enzo grimaced, sweat beading on his forehead. He slowly sank to his knees before you, gripping his head, which had to be in agony from your spell. A low groan came from his throat.
“Don't mess with me, darling,” you said, exhilarated by your own power, your ability to wipe that smile off Enzo’s face. Feeling naughty, you twisted his perfect hair, ruining it.
You were about to leave, when Enzo’s face changed into a devilish grin. Touching his finger to his tongue, he smoothed out his hair. He was clearly not in pain.
You began to panic. “Why isn't it working?” you said.
“Oh, it's working,” Enzo said, rising to his feet with the ease of a man waking up in the morning. “It's just that fifty years of saying hello to my own organs every morning gave me one hell of a pain tolerance.” He twirled a strand of your hair. “In fact, I like a little pain from a woman.”
You pressed your hands onto Enzo’s chest, still chanting. This was insane. He should have been crying for his mummy by now.
“Ooh,” Enzo said, his eyes closing. “That hits the sweet spot. Now, will you help me or not?”
-
You and Enzo sat on the floor of your dorm room, surrounded by candles. You had your fingers pressed to either side of his head.
“I think I can reverse the spell by entering your mind and finding a real love, strong enough to overpower the false feelings,” you said.
“Your hands feel good,” Enzo murmured. His eyes shot open. “Where on earth did that come from?”
“Ah,” you said. “It's possible that physical touch is making your feelings for me stronger.”
Suddenly, Enzo leaned you onto the floor, his lips inches from yours. You were both breathing fast. Enzo ran one skilful hand down your cheek, then your neck, then your waist. His gaze was worshipful. You had forgotten how good it felt to be touched like that.
“Get the damned thing done before we do something we’ll both regret,” Enzo said, his eyes fixed on your mouth.
You resumed your sitting position. “Now think of the person you most love,” you said, entering Enzo’s mind.
With a shock, you saw yourself and Enzo - but outdoors, in the nighttime. You were sitting on a bench in a knee length yellow dress, and Enzo was next to you in a green army uniform. He knelt and kissed your swelling belly.
“Don't think about me!” you yelled. “Is that not obvious?"
Enzo looked down in embarassment. “Give me a break woman, you're in my bloody mind. Let's try again.”
-
This time, the scene was different, the colours more bleak, more real. Enzo was standing in a stony prison cell. On the outside was a beautiful black woman with short curly hair and ruby lips.
She leaned against the bars. “When will you ask me to marry you, Lieutenant St John?”
He held one of her hands in the gap. “Giving you my name would be the sweetest pleasure of my earthly life. But you know I can't. Not till I get out of this hell hole.”
“You talk like you're going to die in here,” she said. “It's not right.”
He bent and kissed her hand. “I'm immortal, my dove. Don't you worry about me.”
-
Then you were staring into Enzo’s eyes once more, back in your Whitmore dorm room. One tear trickled down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away.
“Who was she?” you said.
Enzo looked at you. “It's worked,” he said. “I no longer feel like ravishing you right here. No offence.”
You rolled your eyes. “None taken. Trust me.” You frowned. “But… what happened to that woman? Did you marry her?”
Enzo got to his feet. “Ancient history, love.”
“Come on. I've already seen inside your head,” you said. “What else have you got to hide?”
“Fine,” Enzo said, crossing his arms. “I'll tell you about her, if you tell me what joker you rustled up that love potion for.”
“Deal,” you said. “So tell me about her.”
Enzo smiled thoughtfully, then said, “The woman you saw was Mags. Maggie. The only woman on this blasted earth I've ever loved. Now, explain why a beautiful girl like you is begging for the attention of some Tom Dick or Harry.”
You smiled awkwardly. “Did you just call me beautiful? Are you sure that spell worked?”
“I'm not in love with you, sweetheart. But a man has eyes,” Enzo said, winking. “Now explain.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “It was for my boyfriend, Jeremy. I’m not stupid, okay?” you said. “I know he’s treated me like crap. I just… can't give up hope that we could be something special. Is that so wrong?”
“Hope is a dangerous thing," Enzo said. "I spent fifty years in a bloody jail cell, I know.” He rested a hand on your arm. “Hope doesn't fill your belly. Hope doesn't keep you warm at night. It just kills you a little more slowly than despair.”
You gazed at his distant brown eyes, wondering if Enzo still had hope.
“Anyway, I have no idea why the potion worked on you,” you said. “It was unintentional, I swear.”
Enzo held out his hand. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance. The name’s Lorenzo Jeremiah St John.” He grinned. “Also known as Jeremy.”
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