HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE? 'CAUSE I'LL GO 'TILL I ACHE ...
Cum, cum 'till you cry.
𝄞 synopsis: it's been three days since your best friend, SAE ITOSHI, had gone to your place. three days since you ruined the friendship. three days since he ate you out. when you visited his house by routine, you didn't expect to be alone with him in his bedroom. when you were in his bedroom, you didn't expect to ruin the friendship a second time.
𝄞 disclaimer: SEQUEL TO CHILDHOOD BSF!SAE X READER PT1 ! HOWEVER, NOT NECESSARY TO PRE-READ.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, shy!reader, sort of shy!sae, snippet of oral (f receiving), making out, marking, hickeys, nipple play (f receiving), mutual masturbation, handjob, fingering, overstimulation (f & m receiving), dacryphilia, reader kicks him in the balls once, lil bit of miscommunication, sae calls reader idiot, stupid, dumbass, and a perv LOL, both r yappers
𝄞 word count: 8.3k + 614 bonus !
𝄞 credits: @g-gulp for making banner and discussing w/ me! also my irl friend for beta reading <3
𝄞 A/N: SPIT IN MY PUSSY
Ever since you were a child, everyone always flocked to Sae.
Whether it was because of his promising future or his looks, something about the boy attracted attention. And if it weren't for his somewhat abhorrent personality, you would even say he was made for the spotlight.
You say 'somewhat abhorrent' because even though he had a tendency to be an asshole, he was still one of your closest friends. That fact alone sparked enough controversy around school.
Pressing your phone to your ear, your mom yelled. "We have plans today with your aunt, so don't cause me any trouble!"
You sighed into the device. "Plans? Another dinner?"
"Yes. What's that tone for?"
"...Nothing. What time do I come home?"
"What time? You know what time, you—"
The line cut off, replaced with a loud dial sound. Great, you thought, placing your phone into your pocket.
You decided to pay a visit to the football field and bother Sae, who apparently liked to pretend he didn't know you. That you were some random girl telling him what's for dinner. What time he needed to be home. It was mildly understandable, since his rowdy teammates would always make a big deal out of it.
Because, frankly, you weren't his mother.
And you especially weren't his girlfriend.
Sae sat deliriously on a bench, chugging a bottle of water. His baby bangs were pushed back from sweat, accentuating the glistening slope of his cheek.
He huffed quietly as you stopped in front of him. "What do you want?"
"What time do we have to be at your house today?"
Sae shrugged. "I dunno."
Your nose scrunched in annoyance, plopping next to him on the bench. "Okaaay, then what time should I come home today?"
"I dunno."
"You're so annoying."
You reach into your schoolbag, unwrapping your sandwich from your lunchbox. Humming at the food, you stuffed the piece in your mouth.
Then, two cheery voices call out. "Hey, hey! We were looking everywhere for you."
Two of your friends stood in front of you, exchanging subtle glances and elbow nudges, wiggling their brows at you.
"Why are you here, hmm?"
"Oh!" you swallowed your first bite. "I was just asking Sae about our family meetup today."
Sae, who seemed to be observing the bugs on the ground, turned his head, lips pursing. "Hey, you got food all over you."
Then, his thumb came up to wipe the corner of your mouth, swiping his finger over your cheek.
"Ah— Stop doing that." You flinched, eyes darting to the girls in front of you.
He pulled back, long lashes fluttering at you. "But you're messy."
"Oh my god," your friends giggled. "Are you sure you're not dating?"
Your eyes widened, swatting away Sae's hand. "Ew, no! We are not dating. Never will date."
"Yeah, no," Sae sighed. "She's ugly."
Your eye twitched. Ugly?
You cleared your throat, the both of you nodding at your friends.
"See? Not dating," you said. "And besides, Sae keeps a stack of porn under his bed."
When was that? Six years ago?
You sighed into your sleeve, hiding yourself from your surroundings. Six years ago, you were denying every allegation thrown your way about Sae, that he wasn't your boyfriend or crush.
Six years ago, you were just friends. And three days ago, he—
Your head spun as the memory of him dipping between your thighs flashed through your brain, your foot tapping incessantly against the Itoshi house's floor.
You bit your lip, arms folding over your chest.
It's been three days.
Three days since you ruined your friendship with your childhood friend, Sae.
But since those three days? Sae's just been acting completely normal. Greeting you when taking out the trash, asking you to come over for dinner per his mom's orders, and staring blankly at you without a care in the world.
Normally.
It was so normal. Too normal.
And you were certain that on the day Sae kissed you, you would lose your virginity. It was a bit of a stretch—in fact, entirely a stretch.
Because, of course, Sae had been an asshole about everything—including sex.
...
The air was suffocating—light rays melting over your face, the fan whirling, and you?
You were gone. Almost.
You weakly tugged at his magenta locks. "S-Sae, I can't..."
He didn't respond, only peering from between your thighs. It was all too surreal—too much for you. And in all honesty, you would've thought it'd be too much for him too. Sae's entire face was soaked in your fluids, dripping down his chin, smeared over his cheeks and nose, and lips swollen and blushing.
Still, his grip spreading your thighs was firm, his wet tongue running a long stripe from your hole to your clit again.
"Oh my—" Your thighs trembled, attempting to close them.
Sae barely chuckled; you knew from the way his lips twitched against your folds. "Hmph."
His tongue prodded at your folds again. Then, his thumb and forefinger reached out and pinched your peeking hood, lifting it slightly and sealing his lips around the bud, sucking harshly.
"Mmm— Ah!" You whimpered, hips jerking. "F-Fuck, I hate you."
The words came out on instinct—a testament to his amazing ability to bother you. And yet, you meant no harm. Just the furrowed flick of your brow, the sweat dripping down your temple, and your poor, overwhelmed pussy.
"Hmm?" Sae hummed against your folds. "Tapping out now?"
Your grip on his hair tightened, your back arching from the electric sensations. "You idiot, a-as if 'I can't' isn't enough— Ah!"
His lips seared over your clit again, flicking the bud until your brain was officially mush and your abdomen grew hot.
"M'gonna cum again, m'gonna cum," you mewled, nails dragging on his scalp.
His breath ghosted your soaked folds, lips grazing your labia. "Then cum, stupid."
Stupid? You wanted to retort, but he slid a finger into your hole and pressed into a spot that made your hips jolt.
Compared to your fingers, his were huge. His digit flicked against a sensitive spot that made your clit ache. And it reached such a deep spot—
Your eyes blew open. "Sae!"
His name ripped from your throat as he slurped your clit into his mouth again, finger pumping in and out of your dripping hole.
The knot in your stomach undid, and another orgasm crashed down on you. At first it was euphoric—so brain-mushingly euphoric. But after cumming so many times, the feeling of euphoria consumed you. Made your abdomen warm, your thighs shaky, and your eyes glazed and wide.
Yet, your hips bucked over his tongue, riding out your high just one more time.
You twitched when his tongue began to lash at your folds again, whacking his shoulder with a bit more force. Your forearm rested over your forehead to keep you at bay, eyes burning holes into the ceiling.
Oh, fuck.
Sae withdrew his finger from your heat, pressing a wet kiss to your twitchy clit.
"Still with me?" He came up next to you, cerulean eyes drowning in mirth. "Open up."
His middle finger came to rest just by your lips, your slick dripping down his palm.
Did he seriously want you to taste yourself?
It didn't matter, anyway; the earth was spinning too much for it to matter.
"M'talking to you." Sae patted your cheek out of your trance, his gaze more directive and drilling. "Open."
Your lips parted over his finger, fluids melting over your tongue. The taste was salty but with a tinge of sweetness, tongue swirling over his digit.
"There you go." He stroked your stray hairs behind your ear, withdrawing his finger. "You are still with me."
The urge was pulling at you: the unspoken promise that tonight, you would have sex with Sae.
It made sense; you were curious and had no time or effort for dating, and he was right here all summer. Besides, Sae was already experienced, so what was the issue?
"Condom," you murmured. "Do you have condoms?"
His brow shot up in half surprise, half amusement and snickered. "For what?"
"For fucking."
"You wanna fuck?"
"Sae."
He had to hurry up before the dots skewing your vision took over, but Sae just kept looking at you like you were so incredibly funny.
You tug at the hem of his shirt once, blinking rapidly. "What?"
"I don't think you're in any state for that."
"N-No, let's do it."
"...No."
Your brows furrowed in annoyance, weakly yanking at his shirt. "Y-You're so annoying; I ask you for one thing... and you give me a hundred of the things I don't ask for."
Your head lolled to the side. "So annoying. I hate you..."
Sae's gaze switched from amusement to a softer one. "Hey, stay with me."
You wanted to reply. Wanted to fuck. But the dots in your vision were now spots, and your eyelids were oh so heavy.
Condoms.
You thought one last time.
We need a condom.
...
"Oh, dear, can you bring this up to Sae, please?"
Mrs Itoshi snapped you out of your trance, shuffling your feet over the bamboo flooring. "Oh, yes, Auntie! Sorry."
She handed you a plate full of enriching food—obviously meant for an athlete and their breadwinner son.
Mrs Itoshi was a rather tall woman with kind eyes and the same magenta hair Sae had—she did worry a lot, but it was endearing and sweet. So unlike the boy she raised.
She reached out to pinch your cheek. "My, you've grown so much, dear. After Sae came back, I really see how big you've become."
You smiled sheepishly, bowing your head. "Oh, I guess so."
"Ah, when are you going to get a boyfriend?"
You swallowed thickly. "Wha...? Boyfriend?"
She nodded profusely. "A boyfriend! You're so pretty and smart and young; I'm sure many boys like you."
"Oh, it's nothing like that."
"Ah, you don't have to keep it a secret," she cooed. "I won't tell your mother."
You definitely will tell my mother, you thought. Those two have been practically glued at the hip since high school. "No, really. I'm focusing on other stuff right now, but maybe later."
"Oh yeah," she nodded slowly. "But still, if you ever have problems, you can tell me."
"Okay, Auntie."
She smiled. "Go now. Make sure that boy eats."
You smiled again and waved her off, rushing up the stairs, a flush creeping up your neck.
If only she knew—well, it would be disastrous if she did. After all, how the hell were you supposed to tell a family friend that her son ate you out at your place a few days ago?
You took in sharp breaths in front of Sae's door. His bedroom was next to Rin's, and frankly, before he came back to Japan, it was your safe haven when you spent the days at the Itoshi household.
Your feet shuffled on the ground, slippers rubbing over the floor, before twisting the doorknob.
It shouldn't be weird, right? You thought. You've been doing this since you were kids.
The door clicked open when you saw Sae perched on his bed, a hand placed over his shoulder as he rolled his arm back. His brows were furrowed and eyes fixed on his arm, softly groaning under his breath.
Then, you met his gaze, quickly turning away from each other.
"Ahem," you cleared your throat. "Your mom told me to bring this to you."
He feigned silence but stopped rolling his defined arm, flexing it against his T-shirt sleeve.
Fuck, you thought. Don't look.
"Leave it on the side table," he said, biting back a whine. "Thanks."
You carefully placed the plate on his side table when you met Sae's gaze in curiosity.
Again?
As the seconds passed, knots began to tie in your stomach.
You both turned away, opting to fixate on his food, before he rasped. "What?"
"What?" you retorted. "It's just— Did you hurt your arm or something?"
You weren't facing him, back completely turned. But you could feel an oppressive heat creeping up your neck as the bedside lamp burnt softly, melting into the darkness of his room.
And for some reason, you knew he was feeling it too.
He mumbled. "My shoulder. Just from training."
"Oh, makes sense."
Silence charged the air. You were about to turn away, leave his bedroom, have some conscience—
"You know how to massage, right?" Sae asked. "I've seen you do it for Auntie before."
Well, yes, as much as any other kid was forced to massage their parents at a young age. You perked your head up, swallowing thickly. "I mean, I guess?"
Sae's gaze bore into yours—as if he were debating something grand in his head. His tongue clicked in his mouth.
"C'mere, then."
This was embarrassing. You thought, stepping towards him. This wasn't a good idea.
Yet, your fingers hovered over his exposed skin—settling on his defined arm, the faint hint of his veins running underneath his skin.
In a shaky breath, you whispered. "Where?"
"Here," he said, touching his right shoulder.
Your thumbs began to press into the knots in his shoulder. It was firm, nice to touch, press into, and squeeze.
"Is this okay?"
"Mm—" Sae groaned softly. "Go a little higher."
"Higher?" Your fingers moved, palm pressing into a spot higher than you were.
"Oh, fuck. You're doing good."
A flush crept up your neck, continuing to massage and relieve the knots in his shoulder. Sae kept groaning softly, like he was delicate—like he was vulnerable.
"Mm," he whimpered, the soft noise severing your thoughts. "Hurts now. Go higher."
You moved your thumbs higher, now pressing between his shoulder and collarbone. "Oh. Sorry."
Your brows furrowed, jaw clenching as your thumbs worked on him. It should be fine, right? You were massaging his shoulder that was separated by his shirt. And he's sore, so it should be fine—
Your eyes swept up his neck, meeting his gaze—low-lidded and pouring into yours.
He panted softly, brows furrowing. "Why'd you stop?"
"You— You look like you want to ask me a question!"
He kissed his teeth. "I want you to go lower."
"Lower? Isn't the pain in your shoulder?"
Sae cocked a brow at you, and then, you knew what he was asking for. Your thumbs moved down his clavicle, grazing down his chest. Featherlight, like he was something delicate.
Maybe to you, he was.
Your hands stopped at his chest, grazing the firm muscles underneath his shirt. Before you knew it, you were moving closer—so close that you could feel his breath ghosting your lips and the tip of his nose.
You blinked, eyes meeting his. And his fingers clasped around your wrist, pulling you closer.
"Uh uh," you whispered, palm pushing back on his chest. "You don't get to just do that."
Sae paused, feigning silence.
"What do you have to say about the other day?"
"What about the other day?"
"You— Don't make me say it," you huffed, hand still on his chest. "You're acting like nothing happened."
"...What did you want me to do?"
You blinked in disbelief.
Sae backtracked, thumb slowly rubbing your inner wrist. "I mean, you were curious, right?"
You paused, drawling out. "Well ... yes."
"I thought—" He scratched the back of his neck, a flush creeping up his ears. "I thought that's what that was."
"I was curious," you said, biting your inner cheek. "But you didn't exactly give me what I was asking for."
He cocked a brow. "You came. More than three times—"
"Shut up!" You clasped a hand over his mouth, your brows furrowing as he snickered.
Asshole. You could always tell when he was biting back a laugh from the crinkle under his eyes.
"...I wanted to, you know," you murmured, cheeks flushing. "Do it."
Sae muffled behind your palm. "You weren't ready, stupid. I could tell."
"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" you asked, removing your hand.
"You're too tight. And loud. And sensitive. Also, you move too much—"
"You— Shut up."
"What? You asked me what I meant?"
You huffed, fingers flexing. "Maybe if you didn't eat me out until my vision got blurry, I would've been ready."
He blinked, sighing softly. "Yeah? Well, maybe if you didn't keep whining like you wanted more, I would've stopped."
Your nose scrunched as Sae just quirked a brow at you, daring you to retort—to say something better.
Then, he barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "This is so stupid. C'mere."
Sae's fingers tangled in your hair, giving you a moment to back out if you willed. This is a terrible idea. You thought. So terrible—but if you pulled away now, the ache between your thighs would stay.
And you knew you were in too deep for that.
So, you leaned in, nose brushing his, and crashed your lips on his.
Asshole. Jerk. Bastard. You wanted to say, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close. He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to tug your hips onto his lap. I'll get you next time.
Your knees landed beside his thighs on the bed, steadied by his firm grip on your thighs. His hand creeped up your hip, resting on your lower back.
You licked his lower lip—soft, wet, and plush—a signal for access. Letting out a soft moan, his lips parted, allowing you to prod your tongue at the roof of his mouth, stopping short behind his teeth.
He panted, exhaling warm breaths into your mouth as his fingers reached under your shirt, grazing your bare skin. "Easy."
You whined, lips chasing his. Sae cut you with a firm squeeze on your thigh. "Hm? Use your words."
You huffed. "My tongue."
"What about it?"
"Suck— Suck on it."
Sae's gaze—low-lidded and tempted—ran down from your eyes to your wet lips. Then, he leaned in, fingers reaching to tap your cheek, coaxing you to open your mouth.
His lips wrapped around the tip of your tongue and sucked fervently. It was hot and suffocating—he was hot and suffocating.
You mewled into his mouth, pulling him closer.
"Fuck," he huffed against your lips. "Fuck."
Your eyes flitted to his dishevelled face, hair pushed back and lips swollen. His lips kissed down your jaw, making his way down your neck.
"Ah," you moaned softly. "Wait—"
His lips grazing the skin of your neck sent electricity straight between your thighs—growing hot and aching with each second. Your head was spinning, hands fumbling to grab at his shirt—
Sae whispered against the juncture of your neck. "You're serious about wanting to fuck, aren't you?"
"...Of course I am."
He released his warm breath on your neck, pressing his lips closer to the spot under your ear.
You flexed your fingers, whining softly. "Is that a bad idea?"
"You're so..." he murmured, threatening a smile. "No, it's not. Nevermind."
His hands moved to your waist, laying you on his bed. Your back hit his fresh sheets, engulfing you in his sweet scent.
Sae hovered over you, forearms braced beside your head. "I don't have any condoms, so I won't do anything."
Your head tilted at his comment, which was... reasonable enough. "You could... pull out?"
He coughed. "M'not doing that."
You grumbled, fingers picking the lint off his T-shirt. "You could... buy some right now?"
"Do you wanna ruin the mood?"
"You're already ruining the mood."
"Tch, shut up." His lips moved to press against the spot beneath your ear, shooting shivers of sparks down your stomach. "S'because you're impatient, dumbass."
You scoffed. "You're saying I'm—"
Then, Sae bit down on your neck—hard.
"Ah!"
"Oh, shit." He pressed several kisses to the bitten spot, trying to soothe you. "You were talking too much. Got distracted."
Your nose scrunched. "You're such a dick."
He smiled against your skin, pressing kisses down your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, making you arch into him as gasps pulled out of your throat.
"Never thought I'd be biting you until today," he murmured, sucking on an untouched patch of skin. "Younger me would be confused."
"Older me is confused," you huffed out, yelping when he bit the juncture between your collarbone and neck. "Sae!"
He grumbled in annoyance, licking a stripe up your collarbone. "What? Stop disrupting."
"Anyway, I hope you don't mind..." he whispered, fingers crawling beneath your shirt and up your bare back. "I wanna see you."
His fingers stopped short at your bra, unclasping the piece.
"All of you."
Your mind was a blur when Sae discarded your bra, fingers fumbling for the hem of your shirt. He was on his knees, hovering over you. "Has anyone ever seen you like this before?"
You pursed your lips. "What do you think?"
Sae paused, his eyes crinkling a fraction. "So I'm the only one?"
"...Shut up."
He pushed your shirt up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach, continuing until the fabric was pushed over your chest.
He leaned down, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. You felt his nose brush against yours, turning to meet his gaze.
Then, your lips parted, tongue lolling out to meet his.
Sae's tongue flicked against yours, swirling slowly around the wet muscle. You whined against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, licking over his tongue, and letting him prod the wet muscle in the cavern of your mouth. Let him see which spot made you whine and squirm. Let him see which spot made you chant his name.
When Sae pulled away, a string of saliva connected you together.
"Sae..." you whispered as he pulled back, the lamp illuminating the wet shine of his lips.
Sae snickered, warm hands resting on the underside of your breasts. You arched instinctively, eyes closing shut. His fingers ghosted up your chest, every featherlight touch trickling into your hot skin.
He touched you so well—so softly. Yet, he was everywhere except where you wanted him.
His index shakily grazed the slope of your breast, tracing a slow circle around your areola, watching your nipple bud up.
"Fuck," he murmured lowly. "M'gonna die."
Then, his fingers snaked to cup your breasts, giving a soft, desperate squeeze.
"M'gonna die," he repeated, nose brushing your cheek. "Pretty. You're so pretty."
A warm sensation trickled down your chest as his lips ghosted down your jaw, warm breath mingling with your exposed skin.
Your breaths were laboured and anticipatory as his lips pressed against the plush of your breast. "What are you gonna do?..."
His lips wrapped around the skin of your breast, sucking it into his mouth softly. You could feel his tongue flick against your skin, warmth shooting to your core.
You arched your back softly into him, whining softly. "Hngh—"
"Shh," Sae's teeth nipped at your skin, clamping down. "Haven't even touched you that much."
"Y-Yes, you have."
"Think you're just sensitive."
"Shut up."
His breath trailed from your breast to your nipple, breath perking the bud up. "M'not the one bein' noisy."
His hands snaked up your waist, thumbs brushing your stiffened nipples, adding pressure as your nose scrunched. "You are."
"S-Sae..." you mewled quietly as his thumbs pressed harder, rubbing firm circles into your aching buds. You pressed the back of your hand over your mouth, stifling your noises. "Shit."
"Hm?" His thumb and forefingers pinched your buds, tugging on them. "What is it?"
"It feels..."
"Good?" He smiled against your skin, hands pulling away, admiring your stiffened buds.
Then, his teeth sank into your supple flesh, swiping his tongue over the reddened skin. "I know."
Sae pressed wet kisses down the valley of your breasts, switching between nipping and sucking your skin. Your breath hitched, watching his head dip to your stomach.
"Sae?" you murmured as he pressed a wet kiss to the spot above your belly button.
"Hm?"
A purple splotch on your breasts and sides caught your eye. "Did you just— Did you do that?"
"Yeah?" He cast you a sarcastic glance, teeth nipping at the spot he kissed. "What about?"
"Why would you— How long is that gonna stay?" You lightly whacked his shoulder as he sucked the spot below your breast. "Mm!"
He swiped his tongue over the new, purpling splotch. "Depends. How hard do you want it?"
"Mm, I don't want people to see."
"People see you like this?" Sae's brows furrowed, lips ghosting over your side. "Like this?"
His thumb shakily grazed over the expanse of your chest, rubbing over your tightened nipple. Sae's gaze stayed on you, teeth sinking into the skin of your side.
He was teasing again. Playing around. Touching you in places that made you squirm.
"You—" you moaned softly, fingers tangling in his magenta locks. "Fuck, feels good, Sae."
"You like when I kiss you here?"
Your cheek grazed the pillows as he nuzzled his nose into your breast, gently biting your supple flesh. "Mm— Mhm."
His low-lidded gaze moved from your face to your tightened nipples, thumbing your waist. "You like when I lick you?"
His tongue ran a slow stripe up your chest, his eyes never leaving yours. The wetness left a glistening on your skin, illuminating a soft glow under the lamp.
Your fingers flexed in his locks, whining softly. "Y-Yeah."
"Want me to do it again?"
"Fuck— Are you making fun of me right now?"
Sae smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, and relentlessly—and leant into your chest. His breath ghosted over your stiff nipple before lolling his tongue out, running a slow, teasing stripe over the bud.
You squirmed, pulling the strands of his hair. "S-Sae!"
His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pinning it to the bed before murmuring against your glistening bud. "Look at me."
Your hazy gaze darted around the room before sweeping to him, hovering above your breast. "What?"
"I won't do this if you don't look." He licked another stripe up your nipple, thumb and forefinger moving to gently pinch the other. "That's my only rule."
A flush crept up your cheeks as he swirled his tongue over your bud—slow, unrelenting, and teasing. "Since when did we have rules?—"
Sae wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked fervently. The wanton sensation swept over your nipples, shooting sparks to your aching core.
"Since now," he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to the stiffened bud. "You like it when I suck you here?"
You whined. "That feels!—"
He tilted his head, swiping his tongue over his lips. "Bad? You want me to stop?"
"No, no." You shook your head. "Don't stop."
Sae's lips ghosted your skin, moving to your untouched bud. "Could've said that, hm? I know you like it."
His hand reached to palm your glistening breast, softly squeezing the mound. "I know you do."
He wrapped his lips around your other nipple, tongue rubbing the bud in a slow, passionate motion. You arched into him as his forefinger flicked the other one, pinching and tugging on your wet bud.
"Sae!..."
He darted his tongue out to a single point, flicking the wet muscle over your stiff nipple. "Hm?"
"Feels good," you mewled. "Don't stop— Please don't stop."
Sae, unrelenting, wrapped his lips around your nipple again, sucking fervently on the bud while his tongue swirled. It shot a warmth across your chest, shooting to your aching core.
You rubbed your thighs together impatiently as his teeth nipped at your bud, gently tugging on it. "Ah..."
"Mm..." Sae's teeth grazed your tightened nipple again, pulling ever so softly. "Mm."
He pulled back, paying his attention back to your glistening bud, fingers shakily tugging the unattended one. He lolled his tongue out, licking a slow stripe up your sensitive bud.
Your jaw was slack and eyes glassy before fixing on Sae, who took your nipple into his mouth again. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked fervently, tongue swirling and lashing at your wet bud.
"Sae!" You whimpered, squirming.
"What now?"
His tongue was all too overwhelming—too good—that the warmth between your thighs throbbed with each passing second. You panted. "T'much."
"Sensitive?" He asked, fingers moving to pinch your aching buds.
"What do you think?—"
Sae grimaced—ever so slightly. "Thought you liked it."
You frowned, ignoring your burning cheeks. "Y-Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"You're embarrassing me with all these questions!" You lightly whacked his head with your free hand, frowning at his pout. "And you said you wouldn't do anything!"
He huffed. "I am not doing anything."
You raised a brow before gesturing to your marked skin, running all the way from your neck to your breasts and stomach. "You are doing something, idiot."
"Hmph," he clicked his tongue against his cheek. "So what?"
"So what?—" You huffed, pushing yourself up from your palms. "You just keep doing anythin' you please, even though you refuse to do it."
"...We went over this; we don't have condoms."
Your brows furrowed, thumb swiping over the saliva at the corner of his mouth. "I know. So let me see your dick."
Sae coughed into his fist. "Let you see my— What?"
"Oh, so you can see every part of me, but I can't see your little dick?"
"Don't call my dick little," he scoffed. "Why do you wanna see it anyway?"
You fiddled with your fingers, your shirt still pushed over your chest. "Because... I wanna make you feel good too."
A flush crept up Sae's neck, his hand sweeping over his lower face as he snorted.
Your eye twitched.
Did he just laugh?
His shoulders slightly bounced as he giggled into his hand, eyes averting from yours.
"What?" Your jaw slacked open, staring as he laughed. "What the fuck?"
"You're confident, but," Sae snorted again. "I doubt your skills."
"Are you shitting me?"
"No."
You shook your head. "I don't think I'd be terrible."
"You'd be pretty terrible."
Your brows furrowed at his stupid remarks, your foot aiming for his balls, just like when you were kids.
He groaned, face contorting. "What the fuck?"
"Hm," you huffed, instead feeling a stiff, aching heat between his legs. "What is that?"
Sae let out a shaky breath. "You know what that is."
Your foot slowly pressed into his crotch. "Not really. How hard are you right now?"
Sae must have been aching from the way his cock jumped in his pants, straining against the fabric. You tilted your head curiously, feeling his stiffness. It was hard, albeit a little squishy and twitched terribly—
He huffed, lips twitching. "I swear to god, that's enough."
You were about to press harder until he caught your ankle, moving your foot to the bed. "Fine. You can see my dick."
Your eyes lit up as he moved to adjust his waistband, his hand reaching into his sweats. "See how fuckin' 'small' it is."
His elbow dipped into the sheets beside your head as he hovered over you, cerulean gaze pouring into yours. Fingers reached into his sweats as he pulled his aching cock from his pants, pushing the fabric down.
A day ago, you thought you had some semblance to what a dick looked like in person.
But Sae's was foreign. Twitching. Almost, almost even blushing.
Fluids pearled at his tip, trickling down his shaft. His hand wrapped around the tip, slowly pumping to the base. "... Fuck, this is embarrassing."
"What is that? Did you cum?" Your cheeks burnt as he pumped softly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
"No, idiot. It's pre."
"What is pre?"
"Pre-cum?" Sae's brows furrowed. "It's like when you get wet, almost."
"Oh," you bit back a laugh. "You must be really sensitive then."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get so—"
You reached out curiously, forefinger pressing against his tip, where pre-cum leaked out. It was sticky and slick, collecting at the pad of your finger.
A stuttering gasp pulled out of Sae's throat, cock twitching as you touched him. He shakily pumped his cock once more, hips bucking into his hand.
"Fuck you," he panted. "Fuck you."
You bit back a laugh, pulling back. "Can I touch it?"
His forehead dropped to your shoulder, damp bangs pressing softly into your skin. "Don't do what you did last time. Wrap your hand around it."
You couldn't see his face, but you felt his breath hitching against your skin and his hand snaking to yours—wrapping around it and slowly guiding it to his cock.
Your breath hitched as your fingers wrapped around the base, your thumb and forefinger barely brushing each other. He swiped his tongue over his lips, brows furrowing as you squeezed softly. "Like that, mm— Good, just go slow."
His wet lips pressed between your neck and clavicle, licking a stripe up your skin. Like some means to distract himself. To distract you from the slight stutter in his hips.
After observing Sae for so long—since he first scored into a net, since he failed almost all of his classes, and since the first girl in your class gave him chocolates—you knew it would be futile.
You've been watching him for so long. Observing him for years. Because one day, you might come and find out these things yourself—touch him, learn his movements, tease him.
His cock was sticky, maybe from all the pre-cum dripping onto his shaft or the heat of your bodies. You gently squeezed his base, hand slowly pumping up to his tip.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck, teeth baring and twitching to nip at you. "Slowly."
You swallowed thickly as your hand stroked his tip, dragging it back down to his base. He moaned quietly into the juncture of your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your damp skin.
"Shit," he cursed, something close to a whimper edging at his lips. "Like that."
His hips bucked into your hand as you squeezed his cock again, stroking the sticky mess up to his tip, where pre-cum pearled at the head.
He throbbed in your hand, the tip blushing redder and redder. Your cheek nuzzled against his as your head turned, lashes batting against each other's skin as you gazed into him.
Sae's eyes—usually lazy and unbothered—crinkled ever so slightly, staring into you.
You squeezed his tip, your thumb brushing his slit as pre-cum soaked the pad of your thumb. Lips ghosting over his, you paused and pressed your lips to his, tongue prodding into his mouth.
Something akin to a whine melted into your mouth as his hips spasmed into your warmth, hand dragging down his base, and—
A wet, sticky fluid spilt onto your hand, all the way down your wrist. Your tongue swiped over his before pulling away, meeting his flushed, redden tip and something new—no, something lewd on your skin.
He swallowed thickly as you observed the white mess on your skin, eyes meeting his.
Sae turned away.
"Did you cum?"
"...Shut up."
You pressed the back of your clean hand over your mouth, flush creeping up your neck. "Wow, that was kind of... quick?"
Sae's ears reddened, his tongue clicking against his cheek.
"Is it always that fast?"
"No, stop talkin' about it." He murmured. "That was a one-time thing."
"I thought you were like, experienced."
"I am."
"But that wasn't even a minute!"
"You— You kissed me."
He cast you a shy glance, lips pursing. Eyes fleeting to his still hard cock, you swallowed thickly. "...Right."
Your hand brushed his base again, fingers flexing against his sticky skin. "Can I do it again?"
"I dunno. That made me shy," he whispered. "Let me touch you this time."
Your hand wrapped around his shaft again, pumping slowly. "But you're still hard."
He let out a low gasp, fingers snaking to the edge of your waistband. "So? We both have hands."
His hand slipped beneath the fabric, the pads of his fingers brushing against your twitchy clit. "Might as well use them."
Sae's index and middle fingers rubbed the soaked fabric covering your entrance. "Shit, you're so wet."
"Because you kept kissing and biting me everywhere— Fuck."
His middle finger dipped beneath your panties, collecting your slick on his fingers. "What was that? Sayin' something?"
You squeezed his shaft harder this time, pumping your hand up to his tip. "Fuck you."
"Can't today. No condoms."
A grimace crept onto your lips. "Not funny, Sae."
He chuckled, the vibration melting into your skin before his lips met your own, tongue swiping the spot behind your teeth. You whined into the kiss as his fingers crept lower, brushing your entrance.
"I think you're ready," Sae whispered against your cheek, his hip nudging you to spread your thigh. "I'll do one finger for now, okay?"
You nodded, breath hitching. "My shorts."
"Want them off?"
"Mhm."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling the fabric off with a few smooth tugs. Discarding your clothes onto the bed, his fingers curled by your entrance, his middle finger pressing against the spot.
Your hand gripped his base tighter, slowly pumping to his tip and back whenever you could, lips brushing his. "Sae."
"Relax, relax." He urged, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you pumped. "I got you."
His middle finger prodded at your entrance, angling it so, and dipped inside. Compared to the first time he tried to finger you, your hole accommodated him, soaked folds twitching as his thumb rubbed sticky circles on your clit.
Sae let out a low whine as you squeezed his tip. "Mm, you're so fuckin' wet."
"It... It doesn't hurt," you moaned sweetly.
"Yeah?" He leaned in close, lips brushing your temple as the tip of his finger prodded at the entrance of your hole—brushing against every ridge and spot that made you react. "Feel good?"
"F-Feels good," you whined as his entire finger slid inside, curling at the roof of your pussy. "Ah!"
"What, that feels good too?" He whispered. "Did I touch your G-spot?"
Your hips bucked into his finger as he curled again into the same spot, a new warmth settling into your abdomen. You nodded hazily, your free hand moving to grip his shoulder.
"S-Sae, how should I touch you?"
He raised a brow, his finger sliding in and out of your wet heat, curling into the spot that made you buck. "You're doin' well so far."
You shakily pumped from his tip to base, squeezing the sticky shaft. "How should I touch you to make you cum?"
Sae's gaze averted to the pillows, flush creeping up his neck. "You wanna go there?"
"I don't wanna cum alone," you breathe out. "Not like last time."
His head dipped to watch your fingers slowly stroke his cock, remnants of his previous pleasure creeping in his abdomen. "Rub your thumb over the slit right there."
He slid his finger and pressed upwards as you swiped your thumb over his slit again, rubbing it in a sticky side-to-side motion. Squeezing softly as his hips bucked, he withdrew his finger. "Fuck, like that."
Sae's eyes squeezed shut, teeth catching the supple skin of your neck. "Gonna cum if you keep doin' that. You wanna make me cum?"
"Mhm, wanna see you cum," you said, biting your lip and thumbing at his tip.
"Before you?"
"Before me."
He laughed, low and shaky. "T-Then rub the underside. It feels— Fuck, you know how it feels."
You did know how it felt to be touched so sweetly that you could go insane. Maybe Sae taught you that feeling, but it was something you knew too well. Something you wanted to chase. You thumb at the underside of his twitching cock, rubbing in sticky circles.
His head threw back, eyes screwing shut. "Shit, shit."
Sae was already sensitive and brainless beyond comprehension. You were just too good for him—too good for his nerves to settle down. If he came again, he would seem beyond stupid. Beyond precise. But you kept asking him where to touch, how to touch, how to make him feel good.
He couldn't help but indulge you.
So his soaked finger moved to graze your wet, twitchy folds, rubbing sticky circles onto your clit. "If you wanna cum too, then fucking stop."
You smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, relentlessly—and continued to pump his cock. Rubbing his pearly slit, thumbing the underside of his tip, and dragging your hand down to his base.
It was all too much. His hips were already bucking into your hand, and his fingers were already shaking against your folds.
Not again. He thought, lip trembling. Not again.
You rubbed your thumb into his slit once more, giving a soft squeeze. And with that, ropes of white spilt from his cock.
You continued to pump him, brows furrowed and gaze fixed. "Again?"
"Fuck, stop that." He grabbed your wrist, letting out a shaky breath. "You're so..."
Sae ran his fingers through his magenta locks, hips still spasming and cock twitching. "M'not usually like this, just so you know."
"I know," you nodded, biting back a smile. "Don't be embarrassed."
He kissed his teeth, tongue swiping over them. "Shut up. Go on, do it again."
He loomed over you, warm hands splaying over your smooth thigh. Lips brushing your ear, Sae whispered. "I swear to god I'll make you cum this time."
Your hands found home on his shoulders as his hand between your thighs again, middle and ring fingers slowly rubbing your folds. He started slow, rubbing sticky figure eights at your entrance before snaking his way up to your twitchy clit—softly pinching the hood.
Sae's lip trembled against your cheek as your hand reached for his cock again, gripping the antsy base. His tip blushed red as you began to pump his overwhelmed cock in slow strokes.
"Fuck," he whined, his thumb and forefinger lifting the hood before massaging sticky motions onto your peeking clit.
Your hips jolted, mewls pulling from your throat as he continued to rub—eyes low-lidded and fixed on your soaked folds. Sae's hip nudged your squirming thighs apart, fingers snaking down to your entrance again.
"I neglected you, huh? Neglected your fuckin' pussy?" He chuckled, the words coming out shaky as you continued to stroke him up and down.
"S-Sae," you whined, squeezing his tip noticably harder. "Put it in already."
His nose nuzzled your skin as your hips bucked to meet his fingers, pulling back to rub slow circles into your folds.
"Haah— Just give me a second, hm? Gotta adjust to your—" Sae whined lowly, exhaling shakily. "Gotta adjust to your hand squeezing me."
Your hand stilled over his flushed cock, brows furrowing as he slid his ring and middle fingers into your wet heat. "Your fingers!—"
Sae's fingers have always been longer and bigger than yours, now mushing into your tight hole. It stung a little, but the pleasure that he gave was too much—too good to pass up on, thighs shaking as he pressed up on a spot that made you whine.
His breath was mingling with your own, and your hand began to drag up his cock again, thumbing his flushed tip. "It hurts a little, Sae; wait."
"I know, I know. J-Just..."
Sae's thumb massaged sticky circles on your clit, coaxing your hole open. He bit his lip as he slowly pulled his fingers out, the pads of his fingers dragging against the roof of your cunt.
Then, with a click of his tongue, he pushed his digits back in, curling upwards.
"Sae!" you moaned, squeezing his base. "That's— Fuck, s'good."
"Good, hm? Doesn't hurt?"
You shook your head as his thumb flicked at your puffy clit, fingers dragging out and in. "D-Doesn't hurt, mmph."
"Yeah? 'Cause you're hurtin' me right now."
Your hazy gaze fleeted down to his flushed cock, getting impossibly squeezed by your hand.
"Oh, oh shit," you let go, thumb and forefinger shakily rubbing his slit. "M'sorry."
He whined into your ear, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. "Fuck— You're makin' it worse, kinda. I'll cum again."
You swallowed thickly. "Again?"
"Shut— Shut up," he murmured, teeth sinking into your cheek.
"A-Ah!" you yelped, wrapping your hand around his tip. "What the fuck?"
"You asked for it." He pulled away, eyes low-lidded and fixed on yours, pressing a kiss onto the spot he bit.
You panted.
So did he.
And a lewd idea flashed through your head—making him cum over and over again until he couldn't think. That would be a sweet revenge for what he did to you last time and a perfect image in your head.
But Sae leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Let's cum together then, hm?"
Then, his lips swallowed yours, tongues swirling against each other's—prodding into the wet cavern of your mouth. You whined into his mouth as his fingers began to piston in and out of your soaked hole at a new, quickened pace, curling into a sweet, electric spot.
"Sae," you moaned into his mouth. "You're goin' fast."
He swallowed your moans, lips searing over yours. "That's the idea."
Your hand squeezed his shaft, pumping quick, sticky motions up and down his cock. His hips shuddered into your hand, breath getting more laboured as you continued.
"Not gonna be gentle?" he panted against your lips. "After you made me cum so many times?"
"Wan' you to cum one more time," you whispered as he curled his fingers up. "P-Please?"
His digits slid in and out of your hole, each push harsher than the last one. Something hot and bursting knotted in your lower stomach, hips jolting every time he curled his fingers. "Sae!"
Sae's tongue licked a stripe over yours, sucking the wet muscle into his mouth. "Fuck— Fuck, m'gonna cum soon."
You panted, whining into his mouth. "I-I can't!"
"What's that?" His thumb moved to shakily rub quick circles on your clit. "Of course you can."
Your hips lifted, hole clenching around his digits as you squeezed his cock. "Sae!"
Sae. Sae. Sae. Sae.
He whined against your lips, cock spasming in your hand as you pumped erratically—up and down, thumbing his slit, the underside of his tip.
"You're perfect," he sputtered. "P-Perfect."
Sae's digits pistoned into you at a maddening pace, curling so deeply into your gummy spot. Your vision began to blur as you moaned into his skin. "Sae!— Sae, I'll cum!"
His lips found yours again, tongues swirling over each other's as you whined. Your hips spasmed against his hand, your hand squeezing impossibly tight and—
His digits pressed into the same sweet spot, and the warm knots in your stomach undid and burst, washing over your body in electric rivulets.
You felt something hot spurt onto your soaked hand, stilling against his cock.
Sae was right. He did cum again.
His lips pulled away from yours, his free hand wiping over his face. You panted, bleary-eyed and dazed, as his digits continued to pump in and out of your slick, slower this time.
"Sae?..." you murmured, giving his cock a final squeeze, and—
Sniffle.
Your head snapped to his covered face, his breath shaking. "Sae?"
He swiped his tongue over his lips, fingers trembling. "Shit, I just came a third time..."
Sae removed his hand, and that's when you saw him raw. His cerulean eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill at any second.
"Fuck," he wiped the stray tears. "My dick's gonna die young."
You scoffed, jaw slack. "Are you crying?"
"Are you judging?"
"No, no. I just..." you panted as he pushed himself up, digits withdrawing from your folds. "I'm surprised."
"How is that surprising? I came three times," he huffed. "You really are a pervert."
A pervert?
"Hey! What the fuck?—"
"You owe me," he murmured, hands prying your thighs apart. "I don't like to cry."
Shit, you thought as his hand moved, palm facing up, and his ring and middle fingers slid into your soaked folds.
You were so fucked.
"You can take it, right?" Sae panted, fingers curling into your gummy spot. "I took what, three? You can take three, four, five more?"
His other hand reached up to pinch the hood of your puffy clit, lifting the hood as his thumb rubbed sticky figure eights into your bud.
You arched your back, hips jolting from his overwhelming touch. "Sae!"
"Shut up," he huffed, digits pressing into a sweet spot.
Your eyes squeezed shut as he leaned into you, lips wrapping around your stiffened nipple. "S-S'good."
Sae's damp bangs pressed against the smooth expanse of your skin, tongue swirling around the bud before his teeth nipped at the edges.
"Fuck," he murmured, licking a slow stripe around your nipple. "You can take it, right?"
You whimpered as his digits pumped into your hole, clenching around him for the nth time. "I can take it."
"Good," he murmured, thumb rubbing your overwhelmed clit in a relentless side-to-side motion. "See how many you can take."
His teeth sank into your chest as you moaned, hips stuttering. It was going to happen again while you were still sensitive. Before you could catch your breath and take your time to cum—
Another orgasm crashed over you. Hard and messy. But his fingers didn't stop or slow down, even as your head spun and tears pricked your eyes.
Sae panted, hand splaying over your lower stomach. The lamp illuminated a beautiful shine on his face, light catching the slope of his cheek. His thumb reached out to wipe the stray tear from your cheek. "Crying already? Don't be like that."
He panted, tongue clicking against his cheek. "Two down, three more to go."
It's been three days since Sae had eaten you out at your place.
Three days.
And now, Sae was going to make you cum three more times.
Three times?
You were so unbelievably fucked.
BONUS !
The rays of light scorched your skin as you sat on a field of grass.
The sun was surely melting your skin as sweat dripped from the back of your neck. Your mom had pestered you in the morning about it and spun your hair into the tightest high ponytail in existence.
Gosh, it was so annoying. This day. The hot weather. This stupid game.
Next to you was a boy about two years younger than you with a head full of dark hair and big, babyish eyes. He was short enough to stand at your sitting height, his tiny fingers pawing at the fence.
"Nii-chan," he murmured, teal eyes fixed on the football field. "Nii-chan! Nii-chan!"
Mrs Itoshiiii... You thought, picking at your shirt. Rin's talking to himself again.
Some other kid walked past the fence, pushing the small boy off balance, but your arm quickly shot out, rushing to Rin.
"Rin!" his head landed on your arm, eyes wide yet unfazed. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, not even looking at you. "Why aren't you watching Nii-chan?"
"I am."
"No."
"I will."
Rin puffed out his cheeks before scrabbling to his feet again. "He's gonna score again."
You tilted your head, eyes fixing on the field. Your mom had always forced you to watch Sae's games since you were six. It had been a weird tradition, and frankly, you were tired of the cheering and stacks of awards given to the annoying, stupid kid.
But Rin? He adored him, so much so that he could psychically predict his goals.
And he was right.
Sae spun, dodging the other player, before shooting the ball, scoring clean into the net. His face was concentrated, almost calculated, and proud—one of the reasons you thought he was so incredibly annoying.
The crowd cheered vehemently while Rin did his little victory dance.
Sae's team won.
Again.
You puffed out a sigh, used to this sort of thing, when Rin turned around, his head a little big for his body, like he was going to topple over at any given moment. "Isn't Nii-chan the coolest?"
"Yeah," you said. "The coolest."
Sae's cerulean gaze shot out to yours in the crowd—well, maybe to his little brother's—and he smiled. Faint, dignified, and relentless. Sweat beaded off the side of his cheek, staining his fair skin.
Then, his hand reached for the hem of his jersey, wiping his sweat. Your eyes flitted down.
Oh my god. Your eyes widened. Why is his stomach so toned?
Bells were flaring in your twelve-year-old head—not wedding bells, more like... bells. Just bells.
It reminded you of all the Webtoon you've consumed at night, where the guy's muscles are toned and firm and nice. Obviously, he would have to do some exercising in football practice. He didn't quite have muscles yet, but the exposure of his skin had your cheeks flaring with some weird feeling. It reminded you of—
A flush crept up your neck, the realisation of your thoughts hitting you.
Ew!
Cooties. You thought, softly patting Rin's back. Cooties.
Oh, but Sae was already making his way towards you. You frowned, pushing yourself up on your palms.
Great, now he was going to open his mouth again.
He hooked his chin over the fence, grinning at Rin. "See that, Rin? Another goal to becoming the best striker in the world. And I got another trophy."
"You're amazing, Nii-chan!" Rin hopped, smiling as Sae ruffled his hair.
"And what about you?" Sae asked.
"What about me?"
"Was I amazing?"
You huffed, turning away. "Shut up."
Rin cut in. "But Nee-chan, you said Nii-chan was the coolest."
Mildly nsfw/spicy Pantalone x Reader thought that’s mostly a joke, mild 6.6 spoilers
Based on a convo with @meefy :3
Pantalone spending his centuries listening to people scold him for his awful smoking habit. Past lovers and long gone “friends” begging him to think of his health, of all the damage being done to his body. He’s heard it all before, it’s practically white noise now. The closest anyone’s gotten to getting him to stop was Dottore reprimanding him for ruining another set of lungs, and even then he didn’t fully give up the habit.
What does get him to consider quitting? What finally has him determined to cut the habit out entirely?
You telling him it makes sex worse.
You’re curled up next to him in, relishing in the afterglow. You see him eyeing his bedside table where his lighter is. He’s stopped having that classic post sex cigarette in bed, but he’s waiting until you’re fully relaxed or asleep to get up and have one out on the balcony.
“Hey, listen,” you say, getting Feofan’s attention, “I need to tell you something.”
He gives his lighter one last glance before fully turning towards you. “What is it?”
It takes you a moment. You open your mouth to speak, and you close it as your face flushes ever so slightly. You shake your head and blurt it out.
“You don’t taste good.”
It takes him a moment to actually think about what you’ve said.
“I… don’t taste good?”
You sigh. You reach your hand up to brush his hair out of his face and cup his cheek, holding it in place so he looks at you.
“I love going down on you,” you tell him, “truly, I do. But with your smoking, I can’t keep ignoring how it tastes.”
You turn your gaze away, embarrassed.
“Also, you having that coughing fit in the middle of, um, returning the favour kind of killed the mood.”
He looks more shocked than he looks hurt, but he’s definitely hurt. It’s not something he was wholly unaware of; he’s in fact very aware of the side effects his addiction can cause. He’s seen people cringe, he’s heard people complain about him being too bitter, but so far you’ve been taking it like a champ.
Still, to have you be the first to address the effects it has in bed, and so bluntly too…
He slips the lighter into a drawer, out of sight, and lays back down next to you. He looks a little embarrassed when he mumbles out his apology, and you feel a little bad about it. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so blunt, but would he have really listened? Would a softer approach get him to nod sadly but continue his habit?
Doesn’t matter. You see Feofan in the morning reaching for the pocket he keeps his lighter in, you see him stop with his fingers reaching in. His brow furrows in contemplation, before reluctantly he pulls his still empty hand out of the pocket. It’s the first time you’ve seen him actually turn down a cigarette without being told to.
Imagine Pantalone with a bodyguard/assistant reader!
He tells you that the two of you will be going out together, and you can't help but feel excited. After all, it will be the first time you've done something with him outside of work.
After stopping by a few places, he leads you into a jewelry store. It's the first time in your life you've ever stepped into such a luxurious jewelry boutique.
He shows you a beautiful piece and asks for your opinion. With a small smile, you tell him that you love it, stupidly assuming it's meant for you.
Then he casually says,
"Her Majesty would love this, I think. If you approve of it as well."
That's when you realize the necklace is actually a gift for the Tsaritsa. Before you can stop yourself, a flicker of disappointment crosses your face, unintentionally.
Not wanting him to notice and give him something to tease you with, you quietly tell him,
"I'll sit over there for a while."
You move to another corner of the shop while he continues browsing the jewelry and placing orders.
A little later, your eyes drift toward a bracelet displayed near the back of the store. The colors immediately catch your attention, silver and deep violet, reminiscent of Pantalone's rings.
For a moment, you can't help but admire it.
Then you notice there isn't even a price tag attached.
With a silent sigh, you remind yourself to know your place and not get carried away.
At the end of the day, he asks you to leave the purchases in his office before you head back. He returns to his own quarters while you drop off the packages and make your way to your room.
But when you enter, you find an elegant gift bag sitting neatly on your desk.
You were confused but you opened it anyways. Inside, there was the bracelet you had been staring at earlier in the jewelry store.
Tucked beneath it is a handwritten note:
You were so obvious with your expressions whole day.
So next time, instead of convincing yourself on what you should or shouldn't have, try asking me first.♡
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ Miscellaneous Pantalone head cannons
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who buys you both the most beautiful, crystalline rings to adorn your delicate fingers and buys himself a matching ring to wear.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who has many elegant jewelry pieces that rotate depending on his whim but the pieces that match your own rings never leave the rotation.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who always settles into a lush, steamy bath in your shared tub at the end of the day. He only insists on the best for his dearest and he’ll never let you bathe without the essentials. The essentials being candles, petals, bath salts, etc.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who’s stupidly good at negotiating and every time you chide or plea with him to cut down on his rather unsavory habit of smoking he placates you with nothing but reassuring apologies and a gentle, velvet clad hand on the small of your back guiding you away.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who’s work keeps his schedule very busy but to Pantalone his time is currency. His attention is a sacred, intense thing and it’s only delt out in increments but for you he gives unabashedly. There’s always ways to make time for what you love and Pantalone is quite deft in making sure you’re never neglected.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who drags a rather reluctant you to balls or “diplomatic” events. His presence is usually required at such things and while he himself loathes the false pleasantries and pious creatures glancing to him with favor it’s so much tolerable with you at his side. Although Pantalone would much prefer you to stay in the comfort of your home. The people at these events are such ..troublesome creatures. He’d hate for you to feel uncomfortable or worse to be looked upon with contempt. Yet you always look so breath taking when you’re adorned in the dresses he gifts you.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who lavishes you with as many gifts and everything your heart could desire but his heart truly lies in words. Pantalone is a smart man, he knows that words are as powerful extension as the user chooses. They can be soothing and saccharine or venomous and rallying depending on a well placed compliment, passive aggressive criticism, or biting inflection. Therefore Pantalone is always one to vocalize just how loved you are. He’ll shower you in the sweetest nicknames, compliments, etc.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who adores seeing your face light up when you shop. When you’d first dated the renowned harbinger you politely, almost bordering meekly, declined his invitations to send you on a little shopping spree but Pantalone if anything is very persistent and convincing, he knows when to be a subtle force puppeteering from behind the scenes or when to take the reigns rather quickly. Now you’re a very pampered thing and you hardly have a protest about “wasting his mora” as you put it.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who will wake you with breakfast in bed. The warm sun will stream through your velvet curtains and onto your sleep addled face in warm rays. You’re always pleasantly surprised when he graces you with a kiss to the forehead and gently places the tray into your hands. He’s surprisingly a good cook. As you rest beneath your fluffy duvets and silken sheets and happily nip at your meal you can’t help but feel so blessed to have him.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who will wrap you up in his heavy, thick fur coat as you stand with him beneath the dotted starry sky on your grand balcony. The Snezhnayan air is biting and stark compared to the warm air of your home. In times such as these Pantalone may be entirely quiet or regal you with tales, complaints, or commentary on his coworkers, work, etc. You don’t exactly always follow but you’re always willing to listen and it’s something that he adores. Pantalone will wrap you up close to keep you warm. You’ll chide him as he pulls a cigarette out to have a quick smoke and he’ll just smile swiftly changing the topic to how beautiful you are or something else.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who will guide you round and round the smooth, polished floors of your rosewood floor as the low, soothing notes of music fill the air. You’re not the best dancer but it’s always sweet to unwind via waltz. You like the silken feeling of his glove clad hands on your skin as he leads in step.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who will trail warm, plush kisses down you back as you try on one of the many dresses he’s bought you. He’s quite distracting and it’ll lead to flushed cheeks and huffs about him stoping. He’ll gently hold your waist and coo about how utterly perfect you look and you’ll lightly hit his shoulder telling him to go work or something else but bother you. He’ll give a stupid charming chuckle of his and see himself out but not without a kiss.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who will rest his head against your chest when he’s had a particularly stressful day. Too many talks, request, paperwork, meetings. You’ll guide him to your chest and card your fingers through his thick, soft locks. Simply providing your attention is so wonderful to him. He’ll huff and complain about his stress but your kisses always placate.
— ᨳଓ Pantalone who insist you take your rightful seat in his lap as he works. Paperwork upon paperwork is tiring after a while but having your weight and warmth nearby is perfect. He can scribble away with one hand while the other reverently trails up your side. He’ll rest his chin on your head and breathe in the smell of your sweet shampoo. The air is still and silent besides your shared breaths and the flicker of your fireplace.
“None,” Ajax whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.
Your words were intended to be playful, but the lack of hesitation in his answer brought all your thoughts to a halt and made your brain short-circuit.
When he started asking you out, you came to peace with the knowledge that a handsome guy like him probably had his fair share of experience in this. Even as he currently looked down at you with those mesmerizing sapphire eyes of his, you couldn’t fathom how he, out of all people, hadn’t been so much as kissed by anyone.
He who was the most extroverted and likable guy at parties who tried his best to include everyone.
He whose name is cried out by various admirers whenever he scores a goal during his matches with a loud snap of his hockey stick.
“Do I still get my kiss, or has it been revoked?”
He, who was looking at you with both nervousness and anticipation in his eyes after dropping you off at your dorm late at night. Your mouth went dry as you swallowed, inhaling in an attempt to calm your racing mind, only to be met by the invasive sweet scent that was his cologne.
“Your first kiss?” you countered with a small smirk, hoping the tease would mask the sudden hyper-awareness you were feeling, how the faint brush of the tip of his nose against yours made your whole body tingle.
“Don’t get a big head.”
“Hard not to.” Your words were but a mumble, the banter effortless as you both gravitated towards each other like it was an unstoppable magnetic force. His hand slowly lifted to hold your chin between his fingers, and the moment you felt the warm brush of his lips on yours, your eyes fluttered closed, and you hopelessly leaned forward, closing the small distance between you.
You imagined this various times, envisioning a movie kiss and preparing yourself mentally to not fuck it up. You prepared for it to be spontaneous and messy, for it to be clumsy and for the two of you to laugh it up later. You overthought how long you should hold the kiss for before it got awkward, if you should expect tongue, and if it was going to happen at all.
But the kiss was anything but rushed; it was careful and nearly hesitant. The concept of time did not exist in that moment, for the couple of seconds in that gentle kiss felt like aeons of your bubble’s own time and space. And when he barely pulled away, you still struggled to come back to reality, your brain fuzzy and static. You couldn’t register the feeling of your feet on the ground, only the fluttering in your stomach that made you feel like you were floating. The continuous eye contact was not helping you return either.
“...How many people have you kissed before?” Ajax asked too, his question reluctant against your lips and clearly a little too late, making you giggle.
And when you sheepishly answered “none”, he smiled, and you both started giggling together, as there was no sweeter outcome than to share one’s first kiss with the person they love.
⟡ [a/n]: for @fairexy78 bc our periods synchronized and we literally went "how can we make this about Childe"
(Divider by: @saradika-graphics)
⟡ The first time you bled out on his sheets after sleeping over was a huge mishap on your part. You could have sworn your period was supposed to come three days later. You were absolutely mortified as you apologized profusely at the sight of his pristine white blankets stained with huge blood patches, blaming yourself for not being more careful.
⟡ Only for him to calmly gather them for laundry like he normally would and get you a clean change of clothes, pecking your forehead before reassuring you it was no big deal.
⟡ You went from being ashamed to being embarrassed for making such a big deal over an honest mistake. You were also confused at how eerily calm he was. You knew he had sisters and knew more about this than any other guy would, but the way he handled it almost made it look like he was prepared for such a spontaneous thing.
⟡ The next time you come over, you find a whole drawer stacked full of period products in both of his bathrooms, some you didn’t even know existed, some you didn't even use. Pads, tampons, liners, reusables. Wings and no wings. Scented and unscented. You name it.
⟡ It makes you feel like you’re scrolling through catalogues of options. You should probably give him a small talk about overconsumption, but his heart is in the right place.
⟡ He would be the type of guy to have that cycle calendar app on his phone that's connected to his partner’s.
⟡ The first day without fail he always makes a soup of either seafood, red meat or tofu based on your decision so you can load up on iron.
⟡ You literally wake up to him in that damned “kiss the cook” apron.
⟡ If you get sweet cravings, you’ll just have to tolerate this small inconvenience because he is not budging on this.
⟡ If, for whatever reason, you aren’t together, the second you make the most indirect hint at not having eaten yet over the phone, you’ll find yourself receiving takeout he ordered for you.
⟡ His long and warm hands are a blessing to massage mild cramps away. Whether the pain is in your stomach or back, he is already preparing essential oils that he knows will relax your muscles.
⟡ Tries his best to make your couple of days of hell as stress-free as possible. He completely understands why you’d be “moody” and annoyed during this period. He literally apologizes for breathing wrong whenever you snap at him, and is buying you flowers and snacks immediately after to not feel useless.
⟡ Which then makes you feel extremely bad for acting as you did earlier to the point that you tear up by how nice he still is to you and how you “don’t deserve him”.
⟡ The sight of you crying immediately agitates him as he tries his best to comfort and reassure you by saying he doesn’t mind.
⟡ You feeling bad makes him feel bad, and suddenly the two of you are crying.
⟡ He bought you different types of heating pads to accommodate your every need and mood, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t prefer it whenever you sought him out and used his body warmth instead.
⟡ He’s also an opportunistic bastard who uses it as an excuse to insist on keeping you in bed with him because the cuddles help ease your pain.
⟡ Likes to rest his head on your stomach with his ear right next to it. It somehow relaxes both of you to sleep.
⟡ He does not tolerate it if you’re one of those people who attempt to tough out your cramps instead of taking your painkillers. He’ll wrestle and force-feed them to you if so it must be.
⟡ He is also very rigid when it comes to the time you take supplements if you take any.
⟡ He’s not a squeamish guy and doesn’t mind having period sex if he knows it will help with your pain. He tries to act normal like he hasn’t been actually waiting for this moment.
⟡ Won’t bring it up because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but the moment you so much as suggest oral while you’re bleeding, it doesn’t take long to have his face already buried between your thighs as he greedily laps up the combination of blood and cum and diligently works to tear another orgasm from you.
⟡ He is definitely doing this just to help your pain and would totally not die between your legs if he could.
from millie: listen… i have no excuse to be writing another smut blurb but that i am practicing my writing LOL, don't throw tomatoes pls… (also no way am i moaning childe in bed LMAO wtf)
warnings: light smut, afab reader.
Puffs of his breath tickles your cheeks, his forehead lovingly pressed against yours as his hips piston in and out of your cunt. Ajax hisses, breath stuttering and knuckles whitening from how tight he is gripping the pillow below your head.
"Fuck, baby. Missed me that badly?" He sighs, "You're squeezing me—shit—so tight!"
Your own hands wander his body. From his nape, to your nails scratching his muscled shoulders. You leave your own marks on the expanse of his milky skin, red scratches decorating his back. Your back arches when he hits a particular spot, your pussy clenching around his dick.
A moan of his name leaves your lips, "M-missed you… Ajax." The knot in your stomach tightens and tightens, until you unravel. Your hands immediately find his ginger locks, gripping them tightly that causes him to fall apart.
Your moans and how tight you clenched around him as you came drives him to chase his own orgasm. Ajax lets go of the rhythm he set, frantic in his thrusting as he presses your thighs to your chest. His fingers knead the soft flesh on the back of your thighs.
"F-fuck… Cumming—let me cum inside you, baby." He begged reverently on your lips, hips stuttering as he struggles to hold back. You nod feverishly, the tip of your tongue swiping out to wet yours and his lips.
His whines rise in pitch, muffled only by how he's breathing it into your neck. His own orgasm washes over him, his spine tingling as warm spurts of cum coats your insides.
Ajax carefully lowers his on top of yours. Sweaty skin on skin, he sighs out contentedly into your neck. A smile on his lips as he presses more kisses above your heartbeat.
what are your thoughts on the hc that childe has a breeding kink bc i’ve seen a lot of people hc that 👀
Fun fact, I did partly write about Childe with a breeding kink back in Cinnamon Girl! which you can only find on AO3 bc I despise my characterization of him back then.
The thing with this headcanon is that it feels like one of those that the fandom agreed on only because he has a plethora of siblings, and is probably the character with the biggest biological family; I believe he has at least seven siblings. But it happens to fit his character so well that it might as well have been intentional.
He's not the one to do it fully with the intention of getting his partner knocked up; he's not checking your cycle calendar to make sure he gets you pregnant from the get go.
This man is very good at hiding how fixatedly possessive he is until he is balls deep inside you. And the only thing he is good at in that moment is just to come inside of you as many times as he physically can to make sure you're still stuffed with him by the time he pulls out.
He takes it so seriously that the way he is bending you into a mating press and sometimes even pulling your hips up as he fills you up to make sure nothing goes to waste feels nearly compulsive, like an uncontrollable urge born out of obsession for you he can't help but satiate every time.
The thrill that comes with knowing that he could knock you up is an extra to his main fixation. He is repeating this process at any phase of your cycle; throughout menstruation, before, during, or after ovulation. He does not care to do it exactly or only when you're the most fertile.
Pregnancy being possible at any time after you stopped taking birth control is the russian roulette that tingles his spine in the best way possible when he feels you squeeze him for dear life before he releases inside of you for the first time out of many that night.
All while his hot breath comes out in short, controlled puffs that make your whole body shiver as he lets you know how good you are doing, and how pretty you look, taking all of him like you were made for him and only him.
His voice trembles with barely composed desperation as he does everything in his power to drag himself slowly out of your warm, spasming tunnel with a nasty squelch before slamming right back in, thinking on how even better you'd look once you're growing the baby he placed inside of you; soft, with a curve on your stomach, and unquestionably his, a sight he cannot wait to delight in.
Curious to see what you'll cook up with this Rinnie,,, Childe was my first love so he has a special place in my heart <3
This event is so fun btw,,, looking forward to seeing other requests come in hehehe
im having so much fun with this event hjsdfhjsd coming up with ideas based on so little is actually rlly fun ^^ and its a good writing exercise too! hope you enjoyyyyy hehe 🧡🧡
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The bitter cold of Snezhnaya is impossible to fully stave off.
Even as Childe bundles you up in his thick harbinger coat, still warm from his body heat, the cold still lingers in your body down to your very bones. You can't help but sink deeper into the slight warmth the large coat provides, lamenting in the fact that even the lingering smell of your lover in the fabric does little to soothe your discomfort.
"I'm sorry," Childe apologizes to you for what must be the hundredth time in the last hour, his deft hands moving up to fret with your scarf. He's tied the front into a cutesy little bow, the same way you watched him do with Tonia just earlier that day. "Really— As soon as this meeting is over, we'll take a vacation somewhere. Just us, no work involved."
"No work involved?" You can't help but question, voice muffled by the soft material of the scarf that Childe has so dutifully and lovingly suffocated you with.
"Okay, less work involved," He corrects, expression a little thoughtful and a little sad at the same time. You feel a bit bad for the way guilt flickers across his expression— in Childe's… specialized line of work, there was no such thing as completely detaching himself from any and all duties. You were well aware of that from the very start of this relationship but still… sometimes it was hard.
You huff, a bit exaggerated. Childe almost seems to wilt at your irritation.
"It'll have to be somewhere warmer."
And suddenly, like a flower given water for the first time in days, Childe is perking right back up.
"Like where?" He prods, clinging onto any semblance of mercy you're kind enough to give him. He had dragged you out into this cold, after all— but by being with him, you were destined to spend your life living in such an environment either way. It couldn't be too bad, though… if such frigid soil had still given blossom to someone as bright as your Ajax.
"Hmm.. I hear Natlan has beautiful beaches."
"Yeah?" Childe smiles, leaning in close to peck your cheek. With how high he's wrapped the scarf around your face, its mostly fabric that meets his lips… but the warmth still lingers nonetheless. "Then after this, we'll take a trip to Natlan. See the beaches, the hot springs, try new food…"
You lean against him, and suddenly the cold isn't nearly as bitter as before.
"Ajax…" You start, the image slowly forming in your mind tugging the corners of your lips up into a smile that has Childe melting.
Ajax was smiling as he tilted his head and looked upwards.
Snow fluttered down into his hair, melting along his hairline and decorating him in large, puffy flakes like the clouds dotting the indigo above.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” There’s a childlike wonder to his voice—this earnest, genuine warmth that feels out of place in a land so cold and cruel where wind chaps skin raw.
Your gaze follows his. It is beautiful, you’ll admit that much, with stars twinkling and a gentle, colorful glow of an aurora’s ribbon trying to pierce through the clouds’ veil.
Your cheeks sting.
“It’s pretty,” you manage, directing your focus back to the gentle, relaxed curve of his eyes and the way he puffs air into his cheeks. “You seem happy.”
“I am.” There’s no questioning his response. You look at his parka: drawn close, its fur cupping his face like you ache to. A gentle kiss of sensation that holds him tenderly. “I missed it.”
You can see why he would. You miss the warmth of Sumeru already—the familiarity of it all. That it’s home, where warmth is shared and every restaurant has the smell of spices and a chorus of laughter pouring out into cobbled streets. This is home for him, after all. Where warmth is reserved for the things you love.
He notices when you shiver.
“Are you?” Ajax’s fingers twitch by his sides—this limp, half-motion in his mittens that makes you smile. “Happy, I mean.”
It’s something to consider. But you think the answer is easy, when you look at the lively twinkle in his eyes and how his shoulders have finally relaxed.
“I’m happy, Ajax.”
He exhales—a heavy, slow sound of relief. “C’mere.”
So you do. You let him wrap his arms around you and brush fuzzy, damp fur over your cheeks to wipe away bits of melted snow. He holds you close. You stare at his smile and feel the steady thrum of his heart.
Being married to Tartaglia is equal parts chaos, devotion, and never knowing peace for even five minutes. He’s everywhere. Arms around your waist while you’re cooking. Dramatically collapsing onto you after missions like he hasn’t seen you in years.
Showing up covered in snow, blood, or both, grinning the second he sees you because there you are. Tartaglia loves loudly. Openly. Shamelessly. He’s constantly touching you somehow, holding your hand, tugging you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder. If anyone complains about PDA, he gets worse on purpose.
“C’mon, spouse, they’re just jealous.”
He’d absolutely brag about you too. To the Fatui. To random strangers. To his siblings. To enemies. Especially his siblings. Teucer grows up fully convinced you and Tartaglia are the greatest love story in Teyvat because Ajax talks about you like you hung the stars yourself and despite all the teasing and reckless energy, Tartaglia is terrifyingly sincere when it comes to protecting the people he loves.
You become his home. The one thing that can calm him after battle. There are nights he comes back restless, adrenaline still burning under his skin, unable to settle after fighting for hours, and the second you pull him close, he just exhales against you like he can finally breathe again.
He trusts very few people completely. But he trusts you. Enough to let you see the exhaustion underneath the smile. Enough to admit when he’s afraid. Enough to let himself be gentle and that gentleness feels rare with him.
Because Tartaglia can destroy monsters without hesitation, can laugh in the middle of a fight, can walk into danger like it’s a game, but with you, he handles every vulnerable thing like it’s precious. He’d absolutely wake you up at ridiculous hours too.
“Hey. Hey, love.”
“Ajax, it’s three in the morning.”
“Look outside.”
You’d open the curtains to find him dragging you into the snow because he decided the two of you needed to have a snowball fight immediately. You lose horribly. Mostly because he cheats and underneath all the chaos, Tartaglia loves with his entire heart. Dangerously. Loyally. Completely.
The kind of love that feels like being swept away by a crashing wave and somehow knowing he’d never let you drown.
tartaglia/gn!reader, no gendered terms used for reader, hes horny and down bad, masturbation, masochism implied, scent kink implied, he comes quick bc he was pent up
minors/ageless blogs dnf/dni
Recently, Tartaglia's found it hard to think about anything not you. He's been trying to finish paperwork for the past two hours, but his pants have been painfully tight and he's about to snap the very nice pen you bought him in half from how aroused he is.
You had dropped by earlier that day, kissing him so sweetly and promising to see him later for dinner, and all he could think about was the scent of mint clinging to your skin. He desperately wanted to press you against his desk, inhale the smell as his hands roamed...
His dick twitches against his slacks. Fuck it, he thinks, pushing papers aside and making sure the door is locked. He doesn't want to have a grunt or, Celestia forbid, another colleague walk in with his cock in hand. Pantalone already gets flack for doting on his 'favored asset', he doesn't want to find out what would be said about him.
Tartaglia has been around a few times, especially when he was a fresh grunt in the barracks with the other fresh Fatui soldiers, but sex with you was something he cherished. You understood him on a level that drove him crazy: your touch alone could make him cum after a while.
"Shit," he grunts, a stuttered breath leaving him as he finally palms himself. Tartaglia unbuttons his pants and sighs in relief as his dick meets the cool air, the head flushed a bright red as pre oozes at the tip. The dry scrape of his glove against sensitive flesh makes a soft sigh shudder out of him, the uncomfortable sensation just becoming a blurred mess in his increasing arousal. He squeezes his dick just enough to where it hurts and his leg jolts at the thought of it being your hand.
He strokes himself, yearning more for your touch and words. Through the dry burn of his gloved hand, his mind clings to the fading mint in the room. He wants to feel your nails dig deep grooves into his skin, blood stuck under your nails as he ravishes you in your shared bed. He wants you to make him hurt, make him feel it, all while he gives you nothing but pleasure and sensation. He wants to bite you and kiss the mark afterwards while you leave him bruised and battered. A sensation of pain and pleasure for his fucked-up mental.
The one time he wore a cockring while bringing you to orgasm over and over was a high he has since craved; balls aching to release but no, not now. Not when you still had energy to give.
"S-shit," is what he manages to moan out before he's cumming, hips jerking up as he rocks his tip against the rough palm of his gloved hand. It burns and he can feel a dribble of drool from the corner of his mouth as he pulls his hand away, a thin sticky line of cum connecting the fabric to his dick. Tartaglia pants as he comes down from the arousal, idly wondering if you'd be oh so kind and allow him to worship your body when he finally comes home. He'd be a fool to think not.
Let's pose a question to the ever-eager floor: are the bitingly cold days of Snezhnaya worth it, when given the guarantee of warm, sulty nights with the love of your life?
Well, Ajax seems to think so, because your thighs make great earmuffs. Warning: product may constrict around the user's neck, causing unintentional lack of air flow. Comes with two-hour puppy-eyes and guilt-trip warranty. Available for the rest of your life.
Two more of these to go… the next guy has the chance to completely blow it, or take it like a god. If you think you know who this might be, come back to check if your guess was right. Next one's releasing next Wednesday!
TW: sexually explicit, AFAB!reader receiving oral, mentions of Ajax having been injured (not through sex), accidentally choking him with your thighs, fainting.
Dividers by @saradika-graphics. Header by the sum of the radiance of the sun, moon and stars, @slutreputation! Their writing is absolutely gorgeous, go check them out!!
You know what’s going to happen the second he walks through the door. He’s limping slightly, hair and clothes dishevelled. Purple blooms against his jaw, and his Fatui mask is cracked.
He got his ass beat to hell and back, but he probably won. Even like this, he looks devastatingly handsome, blue eyes shining, grin crooked as he beckons you into his arms, lifting you into the air and twirling you around. He smells like battle and aftershave: blood, sweat and the remnants of whatever cologne he was wearing to his morning meeting. The weight of his body against yours feels like home: like the promise of a hundred more nights of him coming home and greeting you just like this.
“Hey, baby.” He buries his face in your neck, and you know that you’re leaving this room, matching his limp.
Minutes. That’s all it takes for him to have you flat on your back, hands bunched into fists. He noses at the crease of your thigh before pressing his face there, taking noisy gulps of air as your panties brush against his cheek. His eyes are closed, as if this is the first lungful of fresh air he’s breathed in months. “Fuck, I missed you…”
“It’s only been a couple hours, Ajax,” you laugh, flicking his forehead.
“That sounds like the point I’m trying to make,” he grumbles, swatting your hand away. In one fluid motion, he yanks your panties off. “Couldn’t stop thinking about eating you out.”
His pupils are so dilated, they’re swallowing blue. You gulp as his gaze flits over your face and drags down every inch of your body, stopping when he reaches your bare pussy. He groans shakily, fingers digging into your thighs. “You smell divine. I could gobble you up and leave nothing behind.” His fingers trace down your slit, and he licks off your desire as his eyelids flutter.
“Can’t hold back anymore,” he pants, hot breath washing over your cunt. “Need to devour you, pretty.” He dives in like he’s been unshackled, hands holding your hips down as he uses the whole length of his tongue against your cunt. You moan at the sudden pressure, before sobbing lewdly at the way he sucks and laps at your clit, two curious fingers stroking your entrance as his thumb presses tight circles against your perineum. You buck your hips into his face, and it doesn’t even stop him: he holds you down and makes you take it.
“Feisty today. I’ve always liked that,” he purrs. “Takin’ it so well, girlie. I might ask for even more.” Your hole greedily swallow the pads of his fingers, even though the rest of your body is hurtling towards an end you can’t prevent.
“Ajax…”
He hums, busy treating your clit like a piece of candy. “Hmmm?”
“Gonna cum…” He makes a sound halfway between a moan and a growl. He repositions, but you notice, even through your blissed-out daze – he’s shaking. He avoids leaning on his bad leg, and his hold on your thighs seems to have two motives: wanting you bad, and holding himself steady. His hands tremble and almost slip, despite their tight hold.
“Did… did you hear me, m’gonna—” He gives you a timely kiss to your swollen nub, all teeth and tongue, and you squeal as you’re thrown into ecstasy, thighs clamping around his head and neck as you ride his face, gushing. He strokes your hips, making a hapless little choking noise as you finish what he started with the hardest orgasm you’ve had to date. You spray all over his face, and you feel the release he can’t swallow drip out of the corners of his lips.
Legs trembling, you release him, and he lands hard on his ass, eyes crossing a little. You giggle as you watch him. “Another round, sweetie?” He opens his mouth like he wants to reply, before crumpling on the carpet like a ragdoll, hitting the ground headfirst. Passed out on your floor with your fluids all over his face, faint smirk persisting even though he’s unconscious to boot.
loser nerd! Ajax who is a fucking bum. He successfully graduated college years ago with a degree in computer science and engineering yet he somehow never managed to keep a proper job less than a two month. He’d either get fired for being rude to the customers he’d consider ‘chadlits’ or playing those dating sims games instead of doing his job.
It’s pitiful, really. Why was the world so cruel to him? He’d done nothing wrong, it wasn’t his fault that he’d get disgustingly angered by those arrogant handsome guys that probably gets their dicks wet every night. He should be the one getting his dick wet every night. Those girls don’t know any better, this is why 2D waifs are top tier.
loser nerd! Ajax who is actually pretty buffed up underneath his shitty printed shirts and thrifted jeans. With big forearms, long and strong sturdy legs, and a ridiculously small waist, he’d be considered quite the attractive guy if it wasn’t for his introverted personality and those big black glasses taking half of his face.
loser nerd! Ajax who stumble upon your instagram acc, his college crush, as he went through his nith sleepless night of the week. At least he attended on scrolling past, that was years ago and he’d moved past that but somehow he couldn’t stop his finger from grabbing his mouse, before hesitatingly clicking on your profile.
“Let’s see..” He mumbled to the air as he scrolled past your posts, glasses slipping down his nose as squirmed in his chair. You looked really, like really pretty. You were already pretty back then but this was a new level he’d never expected. He’d realized how long time had passed until he reached your first post, he couldn’t help but scoff, midnight blue eyes lowering to the growing bulge in his sweats.
I’m getting turned on by my old crush, a real woman. My own body betrayed me.
You were not his favorite waifu nor one of his oversexualized figures, you were just the woman he was helplessly inlove with when he was in his early twenties, he couldn’t admit to himself that he got turned on by your Instagram posts. You probably get fucked almost every day by some big matcho instead of a perfect, good guy like him.
He wouldn’t give in. He wouldn’t give in, He wouldn’t-
“That’s it..” Ajax muttered through clenched teeth, eyes rolling back with unadulterated pleasure as he fucked his own fist, thick pearly white drops of pre-cum dripping down his fat length like a faucet, he imagined that instead of his fist was your tight pussy swallowing him whole. Do you like it rough? Vanilla? Would you scream if his cock bruised your cervix? Or even better, you’d let him impregnate you and keep you barefoot like the good little bitch you are. “Yes take my cock, gonna get this pussy pregnant and finally make you mine..all mine..” He groaned as nearly he reached his peak, hips twitching and toes curling while his trusts became progressively more aggressive, fucking into his fist as if it was an actual cunt.
“It’s–Its coming out!” With a final thrust of his hips, Ajax erupted, shooting hot sticky cum right across his stomach and the PC screen displaying your pictures, right on your graduation post, tainting that pretty smile of yours with his semen. He collapsed back in his chair, panting heavily as he tried to regain his breath.
After finally calming down, he sat there slumped, a perverted grin across his face as he reached out to smear his cum across the screen, using his thumb to caress your chin. “Pretty girl..”
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Alfons: We will end up late to board the train if you don’t get up and ready soon.
I could hear his murmur in my ear, drawing me out of my slumber in a daze.
(Mm...train...?)
Alfons: Goodness, you leave me no choice, I see... boo.
[ALFONS’ ROOM - DAY]
Kate: Wah!?
All of a sudden I felt a cool sensation on my chest, jolting me awake.
Alfons was at the bedside with a beaming smile, already fully changed.
Alfons: Good morning. What a lovely voice as always.
Kate: Wait, if you’re up and ready... does that mean I overslept!?
Alfons: I’ll be, what a colorful jab.
A: Worry not, though, you haven’t overslept. We’re right on schedule.
Giggling, Alfons sat on the bed and combed through my messy hair.
As I relished in the comfort of his touch, I glanced at the clock.
(He’s right — in fact we’re five minutes ahead of schedule. Thank goodness...)
Today was a special day, so this year for sure, I couldn’t afford to oversleep.
I patted my chest in relief, and he pecked a kiss to my cheek.
Alfons: Shall I help you change?
Kate: Hmm...we may be on the verge of being tardy then, so I’ll do so myself.
Alfons: Oh, I beg to differ, I’m most confident that helping you take off your clothes would be the quicker route.
Kate: Ah— wait— jeez... hehe.
I dressed up as we playfully bickered, and taking the bag I had prepared up until yesterday, I finished getting ready.
(Alright.)
Kate: Now then, Alfons.
Alfons: Yes, yes, what is it?
Kate: I’ll take you to this birthday trip!
Alfons: ...With pleasure.
[BLACK]
Alfons took my outstretched hand, smiling in a good mood.
[TRAIN CABIN]
I had been planning this trip for quite some time now.
When we arrived at the cabin of the train, we sat down next to each other, and I brought out the spread for handmade sandwiches.
Kate: Take whichever ones you like!
Alfons: So this is what you were putting your blood, sweat, and tears into last night, I take it?
Kate: Hehehe. If I put the vegetables in then, the bread would turn soggy, so I have a system to separate them so you can put them in right before you eat.
Alfons: That’s quite an intricate system.
A: Well then, since I have this chance, I’d like you to feed me, Kate.
Alfons tilted his head, peering into my eyes.
Kate: Haha, what are you, a child?
Alfons: Was I too pushy perhaps? I figured I’d like to try it, seeing it’s my birthday.
His response was funny, eliciting a laugh from me as I brought the sandwich to his mouth.
With a “ahh” he opened his mouth wide, leaving less than half of it left in a single bite.
Alfons: Mm...it’s delicious. One more bite.
Kate: You can eat a lot with just one bite, huh.
K: I do like seeing that part of you.
Alfons: Naughty much?
Kate: Wait, why—
Alfons ate the rest of the sandwich with one more bite, smiling happily.
(...I’m glad to see him like this.)
I had a hidden motive as well today: that was to see how much of Alfons’ true smile I could draw out.
(Since he has a tendency to smile, even if he doesn’t mean it, if it means lifting my mood.)
(And while I do like that sort of kindness as well, I want to be the one to make him happy today.)
Kate: Last year was quite rough. Do you remember it?
K: How the restaurant I placed a reservation for suddenly closed, and the flavor of the food at that back-up one...
Alfons: Hehe, I do recall that flavor was quite abhorrent.
While eating the sandwiches together, we indulged in the memories of the past.
(Perhaps next year as well, we will talk about the past as well.)
(And when that time comes...)
Kate: This year for sure, I’ll be sure to make this day you can look back and think, ‘That was fun’ and ‘those were happy times’; mark my words!
As I made my declaration, Alfons narrowed his eyes, seeming dazzled.
Alfons: As am I...I want to enjoy being celebrated to the fullest this year, and do what I previously couldn’t [1].
(...Hm?)
Kate: ‘What you previously couldn’t’?
Alfons: Ahh, don’t mind me, just my musings.
to be continued…
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NOTES:
[1] A further explanation: Alfons says [今年は] (kotoshi ha) here, which is what caught Kate’s attention. Saying [今年は] and just [今年] would hold the same basic meaning of “this year”, but by adding the [は] (ha) particle Alfons adds a sort of comparative implication that he hadn’t managed to be celebrated to the fullest in previous years but intends to do so this year. (i.e. I think he was hinting at how last year, Alfons sort of went out of his way to hinder Kate’s plans, but Kate doesn’t know this.)
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