Overdue
Sensei Sergio x f!reader
- One Battle After Another, 2025
Hello, this is Aren. English is not my first language, so im sorry for any grammar mistakes or spelling. Please enjoy reading and don't hesitate to drop critics or review.
Summary: you confessed your feelings to Sergio before you leave Baktan Cross for college in another state, it didn't go well, but at least you got railed the night before you left
Word count: 1,610
Content warning: smut, reader got rejected twice, standing sex, in front of fullsize mirror, reader's mom is downstairs. Mention of verbal abuse from father. Teacher x student if you squint.
Extra: Sergio only started to like reader after reader confessed, so everything before that is only a one sided feeling from reader.
Note: literally found a new meal to hyperfixate on, which is crushed biscuit, add some hot water and add instant oat. It's good to eat some plain white people stuff in a while, because I've been eating all the good seasoned salty food, like ikan kuah kuning, just by that you can probably tell where im from just by that. And I'm sorry for using the same picture, im to lazy to screenshot a new one.
You remembered the first time your mom take you to the dojo, you were only eight years old. It was a decision she made when your father was an alcoholic and when she found out that he would verbally abuse you when you come home from school. And maybe she was too late, maybe the words have gotten to your heads, you didn't really know.
All you know is that you felt safe around Sensei Sergio, you like it when he looks at you for a brief moment in the lines of eight and ten years old, you like it when he praise you, you love it when you get to do one on one with him. But he doesn't care, he doesn't see it the way you see it.
You talk to him, a lot, during breaks you'd approach him and gave him your KitKat, he'd always refuse and tell you to sit down beside him instead. And you'd talk to him about anything and nothing, just whatever comes to your mind to keep him next to you. You'd hate it when your friends join both of you, Quinton, Charlotte, Nico, whoever they are.
You remembered being jealous of Trenton's mom. You were only eleven when you noticed that she likes to linger around in the dojo, and naturally in a room full of kids they're the only adult and they gravitate towards each other. He seems easy with her, you remembered seeing them laugh and smile at each other.
After that you decided to minimize talking to him, he won't notice anything anyway, at least that's what you thought. Now in the empty dojo, you stand just out of the tatami, looking at it. The same eight years old you is now a 2nd degree brown belt, and next week you'd have to leave Baktan Cross for college in another state.
"You're not sleeping tonight if you keep standing there like that," Sergio says, standing near his desk, "I'm saying goodbye to the tatami," you murmured softly. He turned the lights off, "mats don't care," he said, walking over to you. You shake your head and say, "that's not he point."
"Then what's the point?" He asked, you turn to look at him, the streetlights is bright enough that you can see his silhouette in the dark dojo. You took a deep breath like you always did before practice, embracing yourself for the embarrassment. "The point is... I've had feelings for you... like, romantic, feelings," you murmured softly to him, avoiding his eyes.
For a few seconds it's quiet, just the sound of car passing on the road up front. You can't remember why you did this, you shouldn't, because now it's just awkward and you might not be able to talk to him again. He let out a breath that is not quite a sigh or chuckle. "That's... Something," he said.
You look up to see him already looking at you with that fondness, "that's it?" you asked him. He shrugged, "what do you want me to say? That i reciprocate your feelings?.. You know better than that," he said, looking a the cars passing. You scoffed, too deep in your embarrassment, "I don't know..."
"Go home, get some rest... Lola's mom is throwing a party for you at Tuesday," he said, already walking over to his desk to get the dojo keys. You didn't move, you can't, great, now everything will be awkward between you and him, and it's all because of you. "Go home," he said once more, firmly, but not unkind.
The party in the dojo is better than you thought, all of your friends are there, including a few juniors you recognized. Of course it was held strictly on the side of the dojo, and no one is allowed to step on the tatami unless they've washed their hands from the greasy pizza. You saw how easy Sergio is with the moms, they gravitate towards him, you wish you could talk like that with him.
"You're going to where? the ivy?" Reggie asked, he was always your partner ever since you started karate. You nodded your head, "Connecticut, Yale," you said softly, Reggie nodded his head, "good for you, im still trying to get my way to Oxford, if I don't get in then I'll find somewhere near."
You listened to Reggie as he continues to ramble on, that's just him, your eyes search the crowd, only to find a familiar pair of eyes already looking at you, Sergio. He kept looking at you for a few seconds, then he walk away, heading for the cleaning supply closet. "Sorry, Reggie, gotta go," you said as you walk away from Reggie.
You made beeline towards the closet, you opened the door without thinking twice and close it behind you. Sergio was holding a broomstick, he is taken aback to see you here, "what are you doing here?" he asked, his brows furrowed, "get out," he insisted.
"No, Sensei, please," you murmured desperately, backing up against the door so he can't open it, the space was extremely cramped. "Don't call me that," his voice is low and almost sharp, "not now," he said. "But you've been avoiding me this whole time," you insisted, knowing that this won't end well.
"Yeah. On purpose," he said, he sighed deeply, his hand gripping the broomstick so tightly, "not now... Please." You stepped aside as much as cramped closet allows you to, and he stepped out of the closet with the broomstick and the dustpan, leaving you alone. Why did you even thought of doing this?
A day after the party, you began packing your clothes, insisted that you don't need your mom's help. You've ruined everything, Sergio was the only person you ever feel comfortable with, wether it was sharing your deepest thought or intrusive thoughts. You don't even feel this way with your mom, she support you, she gives you whatever you needed, but it doesn't feel the same way.
Days continue to pass, and tomorrow you'll be leaving Baktan Cross, you cried in your bed thinking of Sergio before you finally decided to masturbate. You closed your eyes and imagine him, your hand goes under the blanket, then inside your shorts, pointer finger tracing your damp folds.
You thought of his giant, rough hand, you remembered just a year ago that you've asked to compare your hands with his. The difference thrilled you, and before anything else can happen, a hard knock on your bedroom door shocked you, hands immediately pulling out of your shorts, "yes?"
The door opened to reveal your mom, Sergio behind her with that easy smile. "Look who's here, I'll give you guys a time to talk," your mom said, leaving the room with the door wide open. Your eyes widened, breath still frantic from your activity earlier, "what the hell are you doing here?" You asked him.
He stepped closer and sit on the edge of your bed, eyes scanning the mess of boxes, packing tape, and messy clothes on the floor, "making sure you didn't forget to pack your gi," he said too calmly, meanwhile you're still in shock, how did he even convince your mom so tht he can come up here.
"Sergio," you said flatly, he gives you that barely there smirk on his face, he got up from the bed and stand there, "c'mere," he said with a tilt of his head. "Come here, c'mon," he repeated, so you got up from the bed and stand in front of him. He stepped closer, "I meant what I said, you know better than to think it's that simple."
He paused, jaw tight, "but you were still my student then. Standing in a room I'm responsible for, in front of half the dojo,"he looks down at you, something easing in his face, "tomorrow you're not that anymore. You're you, getting on a plane," A beat.
"I didn't want the last thing you remembered about me to be a closet door shutting on your face," he said softly, he closed his eyes and lean closer, and so did you, and you meet his lips in the middle. He sighed and pulled you close with his hands on yout waist, he kisses you slow and deliberate, with no urgency at all.
You can't bring yourself to care about the fact that your bedroom door is still opened, even when he pushed you to lay down on your bed, when he pulled your shorts down and spit on your fold, when he kneel down between your legs and eat you out.
You can't remember anything else, now standing in the middle of your bedroom, in front of the full size mirror. He stood proud behind you, still fully clothed, with his hard cock deep inside your pussy, thrusting in rhythmically again and again. He kisses your neck, one hand on your hip, the other finding it's way to play with your clit
"Next holiday," he whispered, voice still rough, "I need to see you," he gasped for breath, thrusting faster and deeper than before. "Sergio, shit," you whimpers softly. "Okay?" he asked, slowing down his pace to see your reaction. "Yes, yes, okay," you whimpered desperately, bucking back against his hip.
"Next holiday," he says, final. And with that you come together with him, instead of pulling away he only thrust deeper, as deep as your body allows him to. You're thankful that your mom didn't come up to check on you, if only she knows, but you couldn't care about it, not when Sergio is bursting his come deep inside you.