I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touché."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfft— You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!—"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfft— You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Sae—" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"No— I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Sh— Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told you— I know what that is—"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae." You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
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18+, p in v, orgasms, riding, toys, fem reader, blow job, masturbation, eating out, (as always lemme know if I need to add anything)
A—Aftercare:
Leon’s first concern is always you. So after sex he always gets you water, wipes you clean, kisses your head, massages your thighs. If you guys got sweaty or you just felt icky, he carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter as he runs a bath. “You did so good, baby. My woman”, He smiles over his shoulder at you.(picture the way he looks at Ashley at the end of re4r) He helps you wash up and then back to bed to cuddle.
B—Body Part:
He just absolutely loves your ass. The way it fills out your clothing, how it’s perfect for his hands to cup and squeeze, and how good it looks when he's pounding into you. He gets home from mission’s, drained and needy. So when you pull him into a hug his hands slide from your waist, to your hips, and then finally your ass. He squeezes it gently, kissing your neck so softly, “Missed you.”
C—Cum:
It’s a 50/50 if he’s going in raw or with protection. If he’s stressed or hungover he wants to be as close to being one as possible. He’s cumming inside, if allowed by you. And if not he’s cumming inside he’ll cum on your ass or chest. He’s at a physical peak so he can cum a lot. He’s even better at making you cum.
D—Dirty Secret:
There have been times where Leon is on the phone, talking about work usually, and you're on your knees with his cock in your mouth. He'll thread his fingers through your hair, guiding you as he responds to whatever is being said on the line. When you take him all the way to the base, he clicksmutes to let out a moan. “Warn me next time, baby.” He chuckles but it's breathy and ends with a grunt. Eventually the phone call ends just in time for him to paint your pretty face, being loud as he wants.
E—Experience:
He knows exactly what he’s doing. Leon knows how to swirl his tongue, curl his fingers, rub with his thumb, and thrust at the perfect angle. He has learned everything about your body and how to pleasure it.
F—Favorite Position:
Doggy, reverse cowgirl, and missionary. He loves getting to prop his foot on the bed, and snap his hips into you, watching the way the fat of your ass moves. As for reverse cowgirl it gives him the opportunity to relax a bit more, especially if he’s sore. He grabs your hips, guiding you and assisting. “Fuck, just like that baby”. His head is thrown back, thigh muscles flexing. Missionary is a classic and is the position he always gets you in when he wants to go slower and more intimate.
G—Goofy:
He is so corny, acting like an old man at 27. He’s totally making some lame ass joke about cracking jokes like he cracks you. Then he lets out a self satisfied breath of air which turn into a pout when you threaten to make him pull out. After sex he’s making jokes to help ground you back down to reality.
H—Hair:
Dirty blond, not quite a bush but not quite a full trim. He comes home from work exhausted so he doesn’t find it necessary. During training with Krauser her rarely had time to maintain a clean shave so now he doesn't bother. As always he doesn’t care what you decide to do with yours.
I—Intimacy:
Kisses on your spine, your neck, your thighs, your shoulders, your tummy, anything he can reach. He’ll whisper reassurance into your ear, though your certain he’s saying it a bit to himself.
J—Jerk Off:
He’ll jerk off on occasion but he isn’t one to do it often. Maybe in a hotel after or before a mission and he misses you. In that case he’s listening to your custom voicemail while stroking his leaking cock.
K—Kink:
Leon loves when you bite him. He knows you'll never go too hard. Sometimes it's not even sexual, you'll be chilling and you'll lightly bite on his biceps or fingers. Other times he's got you pressed into the mattress, arm around your shoulders, and you're bring into it while moaning.
L—Location:
Bedroom and the foyer. The bedroom allows for endless possibility and it’s comforting knowing he’s surrounded by little things of yours. The foyer wall has been victim of you being held up against it and Leon’s cock sliding in and out, rhythmically. It’s most common when he first gets home and he is hungry. Also your legs will be over his shoulders as he holds his hands firmly on your hips, eating your pussy out like a starving man.
M—Motivation:
When you take care of him and seeing you in form fitting dress are major turn ons. He’ll come home a little banged up or maybe even sick; he’ll deny all of this of course. Then you clean him up and offer to talk about it. It always starts with a hug and a kiss then ends with slow sex in bed.
N—No:
Leon isn’t going to harm you. The most he’ll do is wrap his bicep around your throat and flex gently, never cutting off air and always making sure you want it.
O—Oral:
Loves the taste of his girl. Eats you out at least once every other day, he’s not scared of your cycle either. Sometimes all he wants is to eat you out till he can’t anymore. Leon never expects you to return the gesture and when you do he is whimpering as your lips stretch around his pretty cock.
P—Pace:
Typically the pace is fast and deep. His cock slides in and out audibly and your squeezing around him. As mentioned in the other letters he does like to have slow and intimate sex. Leon strives to be your man and he lives by the connection you two share.
Q—Quickies:
He like quickies because it’s his final taste of you before he has to leave for a mission. He’s great at getting the job done on time. Leon’s got his muscular arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding him up, as he hits the perfect angle with his cock. “Gonna miss you, gonna miss this pussy, love you so much”, he’ll slur kissing your spine.
R—Risk:
The name Leon S Kennedy is well known, especially with his connection to the president. Therefore he’s not trying to do anything public that would get either of you put in a sticky place. The most public he’ll get is balcony sex, which he does like especially when it’s for a extremely rare vacation.
S—Stamina:
Leon will go as long as his partner pleases. It doesn't matter if he's whimpering and grunting from exertion, if you want more you'll get more. Rip your sheets.
T—Toys:
He'll let you buy whatever toys you want for yourself or him. Cock rings, different types of vibrators, dildo’s, etc. Whatever makes you happy and pleasured.
U—Unfair(teasing):
Leon teases playfully. A slap on the ass while you’re cooking, hugging you from behind and squeezing your chest in his hands. He’ll walk away with a smirk and a joke.
V—Volume:
As sex goes on he gets louder, by the end he’s whimpering and grunting. He likes to make you get loud, hearing you moan makes his cock twitch inside of you.
W—Wild Card:
When Leon gets infected with the Las Plagas he pulls you into the church, chest heaving. “I can’t. Fuck you smell so good.. taste even better” He kisses your neck and rips open your blouse, lips attacking your cleavage. His hard cock pressing insistently against your thigh. For the next 20 minutes he’s slamming into your pussy, hand covering your mouth to avoid detection.
X—X-ray:
Girthy and slightly longer than average. Get’s longer when hard. Porn worthy color pallette; pink mushroom tip and a pale base. Visible veins run along it.
Y—Yearning:
Leon needs you. He loves you and wants to see you thrive. He is always putting you before him. If he wanted to spend a day in the house and you wanted to go shopping, looks like he’s giving you his card and a ride. He yearns for the taste of your pussy especially.
Z—Zzzz:
He has trouble sleeping but he can only sleep soundly with you. He waits until he’s sure your asleep before closing his eyes. At least one part of his body is touching you at all times. He might wake with night terrors but just seeing you alive, breathing, and next to him soothes him back to sleep. In the morning you’ll wake up to his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his forehead pressed against your shoulder.
18+, p in v, orgasms, riding, toys, he's high-key nonchalant, fem reader, blow job, masturbation, (as always lemme know if I need to add anything)
A—Aftercare:
Seishiro Nagi is not the king of aftercare. He cleans you up and might share a fruit gel pouch afterwards. It’s not that he doesn’t care, he’s just sleepy and more focused on getting to cuddle up in the warm bed afterwards.
B—Body Part:
He lovesss your tummy. Whether it’s flat, muscular, chubby, etc., this man could spend hours with his head on it. It’s the perfect pillow for while watches YouTube or is playing a game. Bonus if you have a larger chest cause now he has a phone stand.(As a larger chest girly; can confirm this is possible) Often kisses your stomach and has his arms wrapped around your waist.
C—Cum:
Likes to cum inside or on your tummy. Just thinking about the ropes of pearlescent liquid on his favorite part of you makes he cock twitch. Cumming inside is just so convenient to him because there’s less cleanup.
D—Dirty Secret:
He wishes you two would do more cock warming. Whenever it does happen he feels truly content. Getting to hold you while his cock stays in your warmth. Neither of you needing to put in work, just being one.
E—Experience:
None. He didn’t want the effort it takes to have a relationship before he met you. You made his head spin and his heart rate increase; he just had to have you.
F—Favorite Position:
His all time favorite position is cowgirl. He gets to see your tits, thighs, and tummy. He’ll moan softly, hands resting on your hips. Sometimes he likes to do prone bone when he is feeling super amped up after or before a game. He likes knowing he can pleasure you.
G—Goofy:
Not super goofy in the typical manner. His jokes are dry and sarcastic. He’ll make a few during the beginning of sex and after you climax.
H—Hair:
Feels no need to shave. It’s natural, it doesn’t prevent anything for him, and you don’t seem to mind. He feels like it’s just putting extra effort into something less important than soccer or you. He doesn’t necessarily prefer his partner to have hair down there but he does bring up to you that he doesn’t think you have to shave.
I—Intimacy:
He loves to cuddle. And be pressed against your back while he thrusts into you. Loves to both give and receive forehead kisses. Anything that makes his body relax is a plus in his book.
J—Jerk Off:
Yes, yes, yes. Before you it was all he had to release his pent up desires. And now that he has you he likes to record vids to send to you when he’s needy. His hand gliding up and down his cock as he moans your name.
K—Kink:
Filming. He loves to set up his phone on the dresser, facing the bed, so the camera picks up the moans and slap of skin. Loves making you face the camera. “C’mon, babe look at the camera. Yeah, that’s it. So pretty f’me.”
L—Location:
He’s sitting in his gaming chair and playing halo. His mic is muted because he’s too busy holding in small grunts as you bounce on his painfully hard cock. Other times it’s the bed while he thrusts up into you, your hips held up by a pillow.
M—Motivation:
Nagi loves when you send audios of you touching yourself, moaning, and gasping.
N—No:
Anything that requires way too much strain from himself or you. He doesn’t want to tire you out too early nor does he want that for himself.
O—Oral:
Lives for a blowjob. Seeing you look up at him and the feeling of your lips stretching to take him in; could make him cum alone. He does like eating you out because he gets a boost to his ego at being able to make you cum with his tongue.
P—Pace:
Keeps an average pace. Nothing too slow, nothing too fast. He likes feeling you tighten around him. That all changes if he’s hyped up from the game. He’s thrusting into you fast and hard.
Q—Quickies:
He finds quickies pointless because he believes sex should take the time. He doesn’t find it worth it to rush both of you guys pleasure.
R—Risk:
He does not want to risk his soccer career now that he found out he genuinely enjoys it. The riskiest thing you two do is fucking while he is on the game.
S—Stamina:
This man could have sex for as long as he pleases. That being said he just doesn’t want to have it for too many hours or he’s gonna lose time on the game or practicing.
T—Toys:
Has given you his card to buy toys but mainly for yourself and not him. He has grown to appreciate it when you hold the vibrator to his leaking tip. It definitely manages to make him cum at least once. Part of his birthday gift from you was a remote control cock ring.
U—Unfair(teasing):
He doesn’t tease. If he wants to have sex or have any sort of intimacy he’ll just say it. Nagi is very blunt with you.
V—Volume:
Mix of whimpers and grunts. Doesn’t really moan. More so shows it with nods of his head or tensing his hands up.
W—Wild Card:
He likes to suck on your tits while you ride him, simulating the other peak with his free hand.
X—X-ray:
Thick, very pale base, and a tan tip. It gets a rosy hue whenever hard. He is packing in length. He doesn’t really feel a way about it until you point it out. He acts unaffected but it definitely strokes his ego.. and cock.
Y—Yearning:
He yearns but only if he truly loves you, which he does! Once he is sure he’s in love, he might help around the house, get you things without being asked, etc. But if you mention it you notice suddenly he’s the most nonchalant man you’ve ever met but the attitude can’t hide the tint on his cheeks.
Z—Zzzz:
Puh put his ass to sleep. Nagi is honk honk mii mii-ing. His face is smushed into the crook of your neck, snoring softly. Once the sun is coming through the window he’s whining and pulling you back into him. “S’too early. You’re warm.” He yawns and usually gets his way and you two cuddle for awhile.
18+, p in v, oral (f & m receiving), masturbation, blow/hand job, toys, praise, (let me know if I need to add something!)
A—Aftercare:
Leon Kennedy is a sweetheart. He’s immediately checking on you once he collects his wits. A cold glass of water, a warm rag, and lots of reassurance. If you try to clean him up, he shakes his head softly. “I’m a big boy now, remember?”(cornball) And glancing at the paper confirming he’s going to be a cop at R.P.D. Helps you into a bath before getting in as well. The rest of the night is spent talking and eventually resting.
B—Body Part:
This man loves every single part of you. Though if he absolutely has to pick a favorite body part, he’s choosing your thighs. Whether they’re thin, thick, in-between; doesn’t matter to him, he loves it. His favorite place to be is between your thighs with your fingers tugging at his roots. You swear he’s gonna loose oxygen flow to his brain one day.
C—Cum:
In the beginning of your guys relationship he always wore protection. However later on once boundaries are established it’s usually raw. He jokes about mastering his pull out game, typically painting your stomach or chest with his cum. If he gets to cum on your tits he is a whimpering mess. “Sh-shit, you’re so beautiful, so pretty- mm love you” He whines breathlessly. Or other times where you’ve sucked him off for just being "the best bf ever” and he's shooting his load down your throat while whimpering your name alongside “thank you”.
D—Dirty Secret:
He would never admit this but he has taken your panties. You’re so pretty in them and when he’s jerking off he’ll wrap the fabric around his leaking tip till he cums on the gusset. Even better when he gets to cum in your panties and then watch you put them back on. His poor cock in already leaking and hard again. (poor baby)
E—Experience:
At this point in Leon’s life he’s already lost his virginity and maybe done it once or twice since. He knows what he’s doing even if he fumbles a bit due to nerves. You just make him so eager!
F—Favorite Position:
If you’re on top he loves either version of cowgirl. If he’s in a mood where he just wants to see your ass; reverse it is. If he’s in a mood where he wants to see your tits and face; regular cowgirl then. If he is on top then it’d be something more like missionary or prone bone. He loves getting to be able to see your face contort in pleasure and then look down and see you sucking him in so tight. And a bonus if you’re a plus size girly he loves seeing how your tummy looks. As for prone bone he loves it because he’s able to hit the perfect angle inside you.
G—Goofy:
If tipsy he might make a few jokes during but it usually too busy moaning or praising you. After sex he is definitely cracking jokes. It’s a method of consoling and comfort to him. Getting to make you laugh is one of his greatest joys in life is making you laugh.
H—Hair:
He shaves it till smooth, it’s just the way he feels put together. Sometimes he lets it grow out a bit when he’s overwhelmed with academy work or life in general. Leon doesn’t mind his partner having hair down there or vise versa. #needthat
I—Intimacy:
He is very affectionate. He likes to hug you while sliding into your warmth, kissing your neck, shoulders, or chest. Also kissing every inch of your thighs before eating you out. If out his hand is always on the small of your back or your back pocket. Leon even burned a CD of your favorite songs for sex.
J—Jerk Off:
Like mentioned in dirty secret he does jerk off. It’s not too often since he has you. Jerks off to Polaroids of you in lingerie or nothing at all. Will play voicemails you left on his answering machine as well.
K—Kink:
If he is feeling dominant he likes to play with his newly gained title of officer and you as a “criminal”(Fiona Apple mentioned). Using cuffs, prone boning, dirty talk, all that good stuff. When feeling more submissive he likes you to play as a chief and him as the rookie. Now he’s getting tied up and whimpering into the sheets as you edge him. “Please, please. I’ll be so good.. so good for you”; He cries as you ride him with his hands behind his back.
L—Location:
Leon would have the different spots in you guys apartment ranked in his head. 1-Bed 2-Kitchen Counter 3-Shower 4-Couch. The bed is soft and bouncy, big enough for lots of moving around and being spread. The kitchen counter is perfect for make outs that turn into a blow job or you bent over the counter slab. The shower is great because you can clean off immediately after and Leon gets a rush from being able to hold you up so safely in the steamy environment. The couch always comes in handy when you two are too aroused to make it to the bedroom.
M—Motivation:
Leon’s biggest turn on is when you get bossy. Telling him what to do and how to do it, with that bossy little tone. He looks at you with those puppy eyes and nods, “Yes ma’am”. And if you promise he can eat you out after? He’s scurrying around the home with such efficiency it’d put a Rumba to shame. There was a time where you were frustrated from work, it was hot outside, Leon was rambling and pacing as well. So you snapped; “Stop. Seriously stop pacing, turn your ass to the couch, and sit down.” Leon looked up with wide eyes and a hardening cock. Just as you were about apologize, he pounced into a heated kiss.
N—No:
No hurting you. No pushing your boundaries. He isn’t going to try anything new without asking and getting your clear approval. He loves you and doesn’t want to risk it for something as small as sex.
O—Oral:
Addicted to that puh. Loves the build up, the first taste, the messy during, and drinking in your cum. His goal is to make you cum at least twice just from his mouth and fingers. Starts with a kiss on your clit and ends with a kiss on your clit. You have the rule where three taps in a row means your done because Leon very well would eat you out forever. Has he nearly came in his boxers from grinding against the bed while eating you out? Duh. And Leon is always appreciative of a blow job when he’s earned it.
P—Pace:
He likes to take it slower. Warming you up with his fingers, sliding in carefully, then speeding up a bit when thrusting. Typically the pace is quicker when you top. He can go fast if you’d like but he prefers to really live out the pleasure. Conveys his love with his pace.
Q—Quickies:
He’d mention wanting a blow job or quickly have sex on the couch before work. He doesn’t like to make you feel pressured so it’s usually delivered with humor. You know Leon well enough to read when it’s a joke or it’s horniness.
R—Risk:
He doesn’t take too many risk when it comes to your sex life. Semi-public settings are a maybe and very circumstantial. He has this whole “I’m a cop, good guy” thing going on so he tries to uphold his image. However, If the events of September ‘98 never happened best believe you two fucked in the back of his cop car.
S—Stamina:
Leon is still young, has gone through police training, and is a fool in love. He can go for as long as you need unless he’s sore from some workout. Likes to do a round or two of him topping then a round or two of bottoming.
T—Toys:
Multiple vibrators in the house. A discreet one for when you’re alone that stays in your bed side drawer. Two magic wand vibrators, “his and hers”, Leon likes to joke. Some cuffs and a satin scarf you guys use for more than keeping warm.
U—Unfair(teasing):
Ghosting touches of his hands on your hips, your neck, your ass, etc. Just enough to send a little spark up your spine. “Fuck, I should arrest you for how hard you’re making me”, he’ll whine softly in your ear. Leon loves being teased by you, it melts him.
V—Volume:
Loud and whiney. He can’t quite hold back his whimpering even if he tried. You just make him feel so good. Why suppress it if it’s what he’s feeling? If you’re riding him and his face is between your tits he's babbling away, “Fuck, you’re so perfect, m’your good boy, love you so much”.
W—Wild Card:
He HAPPILY lets you peg him, he’s a good boy.
X—X-ray:
I am a firm believer that Leon has a little more than the average guy, however, he is a grower. So when hard it’s slightly girthier and long. His cock is picturesque, pale base and the prettiest pink mushroom tip. It gets a rosy red color when it’s practically weeping pre-cum.
Y—Yearning:
He loves you so much. He can’t picture life without you anymore. His sex drive also adds to that. And most the time it’s just him wanting a taste of you. He thanks you for your support and love whenever he can. #needy
Z—Zzz:
Leon’s sleep schedule is actually pretty good since he isn’t dealing with PTSD at this point. So after sex and a shower he likes to go to bed. He cuddles up super close, kisses your back or cheeks and says his usual goodnight. If you guys are having sex during the day he doesn’t really get super tired after so he usually just cuddles and watches some silly movie or TV reruns. His favorite movie to watch post sex is Jurassic Park. He just loves the classics.
pairing. nagi, karasu, kunigami, shidou x f!reader
prompt. they're getting sleepy
Nagi
He was too focused trying to win this level of his game that he barely realized that he was falling asleep on it. You called his name a few times without him answering even once. He mumbled something unintelligible about losing one more time until you took the game from his hands. He looked up at you with a small pout and you almost fell for it. You put the console to the side and reach out to brush some hair from his forehead. He closed his eyes almost immediately and, deciding to accept his fate, he let his head fall on your lap. You began to scratch his scalp gently with your nails and he didn’t need anything more to fall asleep there, nuzzling against your stomach. It always made him realize that he was never more comfortable to sleep than when you were by his side. He was glad you were here. You made things easier. Everything.
Karasu
Going out was his idea, he knew that, but he didn’t expect to get tired so quickly. He had trouble staying focus on any discussion around him, his eyes drifting to your face every time. You were still so cheerful, smiling brightly and talking with your friends like it wasn’t exhausting at all. He decided that any fight against his sleepiness was useless, which lead him to shift closer to you. He murmured something about needing you closer and you didn’t question him about it. He rested his head against his arm that was on the table, and his fingers began to draw patterns on your bare arm as you kept talking. His eyes never left you the whole time, except when he couldn’t keep them open. A little sigh escaped his lips, thanking everything that you came with him tonight. He couldn’t have done it without you.
Kunigami
You rarely had moments with him in the morning because he was always waking up early to go run outside. You couldn’t blame him for it, you knew how important it was for him to stay in good shape. But when you woke up this morning with your back pressed against something hard, a tingling feeling in your neck, you quickly understood what was going on. Your hand slid on the arm around your waist which only made him nuzzle more in the nape in your neck. You teased him about being still in bed at this hour and grumbled something unclear, something about wanting to be with you. And who where you to deny him anything when he was being so cute? You chuckled slightly before turning around in his arms to hide against his chest. His nose found its way to your hair and it brushed away any doubt he could have: he was glad he stayed in bed today.
Shidou
If one thing could be said about Shidou, it was that the boy had a lot of energy. It was difficult to imagine him being anything but overexcited, running everywhere. So the first time you saw him being so sleepy, you couldn't help but to feel your heart racing at how adorable he was. His eyes were half closed when you walked inside the bedroom. You turned around, just about to leave but you heard mumbling something like "come here". You glanced his way and noticed the small pout on his lips. You smiled a little and made your way to the bed. You barely had the time to lay down that he was already clinging to your side, his face buried in your chest. It wasn't like he needed anything more than your presence to be able to finally sleep. A sigh escaped his lips before he fell into his peaceful slumber.
Cw/tags: NSFW 18+, fem!reader implied, toys, p in v, oral both receiving, masturbation, incorrect use of paint, teasing, exhibitionism, oil, yearning, and a hint of fluff at the end (I think that’s it!)
A-aftercare: As much as Bachira likes to have fun he knows he has to take care of you after. It’s not like he minds either, you’d see him walking off and grabbing a damp towel to wipe you down before walking away to get you snacks. The two of you would watch your favorite TV show together as he laughs at the characters pointing out things that you hadn’t noticed. He loves pampering you so if you want a massage after he’ll gladly do that, he’ll even ask which scented oil you want him to use to massage you too.
B-body part: He absolutely LOVES your eyes so eye contact is a big thing for him in general but especially in bed. He also loves it when you wear eye makeup that makes your eyes pop just that extra bit, seeing the aftermath when it’s dripping down your face is also a plus.
C-cvm: This man doesn’t care. He’ll do pretty much anything you’re comfortable with so things can get a bit messy but he likes it that way.
D-dirty secret: He really likes seeing the fucked out look in your eyes when the two of you are in the middle of intimacy or even the hazy look in them afterwards when you’re recovering from the eventful night.
E-experience: Bachira doesn’t have much experience before you, and it actually takes a while before he asks you if you would wanna have that experience with him and he’s willing to wait however long he needs to before you’re ready because he may like to tease you but he’d never pressure you.
F-fav pos: Anything where he can see your face. If you close your eyes he’s stopping till you open them again. If you wear glasses they WILL fog up and possibly fall off completely if he doesn’t pick them back up.
G-goofy: On a different note his mom had told him about this couples painting class so of course Bachira thanked his mother and asked you if you wanted to go. When the two of you walked into the class you soon realized that it was one of those classes with the naked couples with paint on them making their art pieces. Bachira laughed drawing attention to the both of you making you wanna die on the spot. But regardless the two of you put pain on each other. You rubbed yellow paint onto him and he put your favorite colored paint onto you before playfully smacking your ass hearing you let out a yelp before the two of you giggled you getting him back before the two of you pressed your bodies how you wanted onto the blank canvas taking sips from the alcohol the event provided. When the two of you got home the painting was immediately hung up onto the living room wall behind your couch much to your embarrassment when one of your friends visited.
H-hair: He doesn’t care if you have hair because he has some too. He keeps his trimmed but he happily walked up to you and asked if the two of you could match and shave it into a shape together. It was out there but once you agreed he became a barber and got to work. Now the two of you are matching.
I-intimacy: Even though Bachira is loud and enthusiastic he has his quiet moments on those nights where it feels a bit too warm yet not uncomfortably so, he’ll take it slow with you. He’ll even be less teasing as he holds you close throughout the whole night.
J-jerk: He has a whole album on his phone of cute pictures to you. He loves seeing you smile and he loves seeing you in his favorite color so that one picture of you in that yellow lingerie does it for him every time. It’s the one you had sent to him when he had been gone at the blue lock facility for a while.
K-kink: Eye contact. He loves the way your eyes squint when you’re close or the way your eyes widen when he surprises you with something new always gets him more and more attracted to you.
L-location: Bachira doesn’t care where he is or what he’s doing because he’ll always drop whatever he was doing before to be by your side and love on you, even if it’s just a hug or a simple kiss. But when the two of you are in the mood for more he’s willing to do that as well. Once (probably more) Bachira snuck the two of you into the locker room before his game. He took you into the showers. While the two of you were at it someone walked in and he covered your mouth with his hand as he giggled hearing Isagi come into the locker room looking for something before walking out. It was a close call because he was right next to the shower room but it was a good thing he had given up on what he was looking for.
M-motivation: He likes it when you’re the one teasing him. It could be small things or you could cut to the chase, either way he likes it when you take the lead because he trusts you.
N-NO: He HATES sounding too mean. Especially if you start crying. It will make him upset and uncomfortable and he’ll have to stop and let you know that he cares for you. Bachira teases with actions and words but he’s never too mean. And if you’re crying it’s probably because he got you all worked up just to stop and start over again with his teasing. If you tell him to stop he’ll stop and make it up to you. He never wants to be a bully.
O-oral: He’ll lick from the front to the back and all over again. He doesn’t care, he just wants you to feel good. He likes when he gets his dick sucked but he can get carried away and get a little too rough without noticing it.
P-pace: Bachira likes to go slow for a while then immediately pick up speed. He doesn’t care this over and over again until you’re an overstimulated mess.
Q-quickies: A big fan actually. He LOVES the fact that he can get that extra love and attention before one of his games. And the post nut clarity hits him helping him analyze the field better while playing. Just don’t do too much or his dribbling will be a bit off.
R-risk: Bachira is an exhibitionist. He will wrap his arm around you at the cafe where all of your guy’s friends were sitting and eating just talking about casual things when you could feel his hand dipping lower and lower. Eventually playing with the waistband of your underwear. Freak.
S-stamina: OHHHH HE CAN GO HOURS. By the time he’s done y’all are covered in sweat but he’s sure to give you a bath after and take care of you, basically doing anything you need.
T-toys: At first Bachira was confused on why you wanted to use them in bed but after having a conversation with him he nodded and gave you a smile. The next time the two of you got intimate he pulled it out from his bedside drawer—he didn’t even tell you he had gotten it—he had wanted to surprise you with it. After that day the two of you would sit down and talk about what you wanted to try next.
U-unfair: Bachira is very unfair at times edging you with a remote controlled toy out in public so that when the two of you got home he could tease you more with the assistance of whatever toys the two of you had ready.
V-volume: Bachira is loud and wants you to be loud too, he even encourages it. Especially if you’re shy, he’ll tease you and make you speak up asking you what you want, saying that you’ll need to be loud because he can’t hear you only to quicken his pace to make it harder for you to speak.
W-weird fact: He bought sensual oil, it was a joke at first but when you rubbed it on him it made him all sensitive and he loved it. He was so noisy about it too, you just know the neighbors were mad at the two of you. He still uses it a lot and he likes to use it on you too.
X-Xray: Pale base, pink tip, he flushes a nice pink when he’s in the mood and he has short curly hair. He is a shower and it’s intimidating.
Y-yearning: Bachira has always yearned for someone to just understand him or at least try to be there with him. The only person he had was his mom so when you came into his life he was still impulsive but he took you and his very seriously. He won’t let anyone mess with you because he knows what that feels like. He’s always watching your face because he can tell when something’s off and he will be loud about telling the person off. He’s just so glad that he has his own person who he knows won’t judge him for being himself so obviously he’s going to take care of you.
Z-zzzz: Sleeping in bed with Bachira is a challenge to say the least. He’s twisting and turning and clinging onto you all at the same time with the blanket hanging halfway off of the bed. In the morning you’ll quickly realize that he’s now hanging off of the bed with his legs sprawled out all over you, because of course he still had to be touching you, and the blanket was on the floor. You quickly picked him up from where he was because the blood was rushing towards his head and all you heard was a muffled grumble as he clung to you tighter wrapping his arms around you.
“Baby I need to get the blanket.” You explained as you tried to push him off but it was no use.
“Mm, the blanket can wait..” Bachira muttered back as he pressed a light kiss to your collarbone before resting his head back down. You knew that the two of you were about to wake up anyways, he just loved having those extra five minutes with you every morning.
Cw/tags: 18+ nsfw, female implied(?), vibrator, Kuni!rope bunny, p in v, BAD grammar, oral both receiving, (that’s it I think????)
Wc: 1.1k
A- After care:
He’d be the kindest, he would have water prepared for when the two of you are done. Always checking on you “I didn’t go too far, did i, Angel?” Only once you give him a verbal answer does he kiss you one more time before move into doing anything else. It would definitely take him a minute to recuperate himself, but once he did he would get you cleaned up, maybe a bath if you had the energy to stay awake during it (yk damn well you don’t). That or taking a shower in the morning. Then the two of you are cuddled up with fluffy blankets, putting you in one of his shirts and he’s rubbing your back to soothe you into sleep.
B- Body part:
Nape of your neck. “I look at both men and women there.” Well he’s definitely doing more then looking. You’d have to cover it with how much he attacks it when the two of you are in private. He just thinks it’s pretty, watching the flush creep up it.
C- Cum:
He’d most likely like to pull out to avoid risk, but have you swallow to avoid mess. And when he’s going down on you he’s lapping up everything. OK #donewitdat
D- Dirty secret:
He has the biggest hard on when you bite him, he really doesn’t know why it is but even little nips to his neck or ear has him going.
E- Experience:
He’s had relationships before sure, and he’s got close to it, got head, but never the full thing.
F- Favorite position:
Missionary, loving the view of the expressions you make. Same thing with cowgirl. Other than those he likes anything face down so that he can grab you by the nape whilst thrusting.
G- Goof:
Kunigami is so serious in the moment, serious about making you feel good and making you both finish on time.
H- Hair:
#glossyballsglossymfballsbitch(jk #barnyard)
He takes care of it. He’ll get rid of it if it really bothers you but it’s usually trimmed the top more grown out then the rest. Pre wild card is shaving that happy trail out.
I- Intimacy:
Kisses on your nape before grabbing you there, holding your hand when he speeds up. He’s taking his time with you, he’d rather go slower and deeper than basically having a quickie. No, this is y’all’s time, he will make sure you’ll enjoy it.
J-Jerk off:
If you’re not in the mood he can absolutely take care of himself, no pressure on you. He’d use either your panties or do it to a picture of you. Would record it if you asked nicely enough.
K- Kink:
He’s very vanilla. He doesn’t really have one, he just likes you and the things you do to him. But if he were to it would be seeing you in cutesy lingerie. Lace, bows, frills, all of it.
L- Location:
He’d prefer somewhere private and easy to clean up, the bed, couch and the shower is perfect for just that.
M- Motivation:
Kunigami loves seeing you In his clothes and mundane tasks. You’re baking for him? That’s not the only thing getting ate. You just look so pretty and he’s already moving your hair over your shoulder to see the nape of your neck…
N- No:
Any thing that would hurt, wouldn’t wanna do anything that hurts you two. He does a little slapping ass and holding your wrist but never to the point that’s it hurts.
O- Oral:
Kunigami would be eaterrrrr. He likes being inside you better than head. But if you need a little something? Best believe he’s on itttt.
P- Pace:
Slow and deep>fast and hard. Those it depends if he lost a game and if he scored a goal or not. After game adrenaline also pounding into you.
Q- Quickie:
He’d much rather wait, he likes the intimacy mixed in with yalls lustful night. Doesn't really like using you as a means to get off, he has his hand for that. But if it’s you who wants it then he’ll consider.
R- Risk:
With this it feels tasteless, he respects public spaces and picks up the trash that’s fallen out the local garbage. He really wouldn’t want to disrespect both of y'all's private time. He also doesn’t like the idea of others hearing you either.
S- Stamina:
Limit? What’s that? He’s built, he’s good for roundsss. The only reason why it takes anything from him is because it’s not a usual workout, he’s also pulsing and nutting. Draining him in a good way.
T- Toys:
He will let you experiment, nervous but sure in you to stop when he says your safe word. Not too far though. More like regular ones. Maybe you in a blindfold, maybe him bound with you controlling the vibrator.
U- Unfair:
He’s not really the teasing type, he might joke like “Won’t you give your hero a kiss?” Maybe in bed he’ll pull out and slow done just to elongated the time you to have thrusting n rutting into each other edging you both. But then that’s also like teasing himself.
V- Volume:
Grunting and groaning and he isn’t exactly quiet. But to be fair he doesn’t have to be, in the privacy of your own home. He encourages you to not quiet down either and if you don’t, he’ll be less nervous to repress himself.
I- Intimacy:
Kisses on your nape before grabbing you there, holding your hand when he speeds up. He’s taking his time with you, he’d rather go slower and deeper than basically having a quickie. No, this is y’all’s time, he will make sure you’ll enjoy it.
J-Jerk off:
If you’re not in the mood he can absolutely take care of himself, no pressure on you. He’d use either your panties or do it to a picture of you. Would record it if you asked nicely enough.
K- Kink:
He’s very vanilla. He doesn’t really have one, he just likes you and the things you do to him. But if he were to it would be seeing you in cutesy lingerie. Lace, bows, frills, all of it.
L- Location:
He’d prefer somewhere private and easy to clean up, the bed, couch and the shower is perfect for just that.
M- Motivation:
Kunigami loves seeing you In his clothes and mundane tasks. You’re baking for him? That’s not the only thing getting ate. You just look so pretty and he’s already moving your hair over your shoulder to see the nape of your neck…
N- No:
Any thing that would hurt, wouldn’t wanna do anything that hurts you two. He does a little slapping ass and holding your wrist but never to the point that’s it hurts.
O- Oral:
Kunigami would be eaterrrrr. He likes being inside you better than head. But if you need a little something? Best believe he’s on itttt.
P- Pace:
Slow and deep>fast and hard. Though it depends if he lost a game and if he scored a goal or not. After game adrenaline also pounding into you.
Q- Quickie:
He’d much rather wait, he likes the intimacy mixed in with yalls lustful night. Doesn't really like using you as a means to get off, he has his hand for that. But if it’s you who wants it then he’ll consider.
R- Risk:
With this it feels tasteless, he respects public spaces and picks up the trash that’s fallen out the local garbage. He really wouldn’t want to disrespect both of y'all's private time. He also doesn’t like the idea of others hearing you either.
S- Stamina:
Limit? What’s that? He’s built, he’s good for roundsss. The only reason why it takes anything from him is because it’s not a usual workout, he’s also pulsing and nutting. Draining him in a good way.
T- Toys:
He will let you experiment, nervous but sure in you to stop when he says your safe word. Not too far though. More like regular ones. Maybe you in a blindfold, maybe him bound with you controlling the vibrator.
U- Unfair:
He’s not really the teasing type, he might joke like “Won’t you give your hero a kiss?” Maybe in bed he’ll pull out and slow done just to elongated the time you to have thrusting n rutting into each other edging you both. But then that’s also like teasing himself.
V- Volume:
Grunting and groaning and he isn’t exactly quiet. But to be fair he doesn’t have to be, in the privacy of your own home. He encourages you to not quiet down either and if you don’t, he’ll be less nervous to repress himself.
W- Wild card:
He secretly loves it when you guide him. Wether it's in the bedroom or just in regular life. Because he knows he's strong enough to not have to listen, but people do what "god" tells them to do on a daily basis, and damn if there wasn't an angel in his ear right now. Having the power to not listen sounds stupid when he has the power to do what you want.
X- X-ray:
That’s a dichhhhh. Grows even more when harder. It’s girth-ier than most, thicker base, with a pretty pink tip with a slight curve. He’s trimmed but a little longer at the top, orange and curly.
Y- Yearning:
He yearns for your presence when the day starts to dip. He seeks out your touch like it's the only thing that can smooth him. Like your smile is the only thing that can brighten his day. If he's labored fruitlessly, That's okay as long as he can retire for the day melt into your embrace.
Z- Zzz:
He has to go to sleep at a certain time, having to take care of his body since he's a footballer. He loves spending his night time routine with you even if yours is longer. Harden, strong arms Hold you through the night, tucked against his chest. As a big guy he radiates warmth to you, always rubbing your back once you get into bed. He loves being big spoon, gently holding you, chin resting on your shoulder snoring in your ear. Or sleeping facing you, holding each other throughout the night morning kisses when you wake.
18+, alludes to p in v, oral (f & m receiving), masturbation, blow/hand job, (let me know if I need to add something!)
A—Aftercare:
Yoichi Isagi would never skip aftercare, however, it does take him a few minutes to collect himself before moving. Once up he’s grabbing a warm towel and wiping down your thighs and any other area where needed. You two share some sour gummies he bought at the convenience shop and a water.
B—Body Part:
Absolutely obsessed with your thighs(canon). Whether it’s him going down on you and kissing the soft skin or his hands gripping them while he thrusts. Or his personal favorite, a thigh job, he truly believes he could die happy after one.
C—Cum:
Yet again he loves to cum on your thighs. Sometimes he’ll finish on your face after a blow/hand job but he tends to keep it pretty vanilla. However if you request more, who is he to deny his partner?
D—Dirty Secret:
Has and will get off to pictures of you. If he’s pent up after a match and he can’t have you, his phone is instantly open and the stall is locked. His favorite picture is you in his jersey with a thigh garter on.
E—Experience:
Based off the fact he has received 0 chocolates from previous Valentine's, I think he has no experience. Even for you twos first time he was eager to learn and please. Safe to say he learned quick.
F—Favorite Position:
The Shoulder-Holder. Isagi wants to see your face so he knows if he’s pleasuring you and he gets to hold onto your thighs. That's a win win situation.
G—Goofy:
Isagi is talkative during sex but when he truly cracks a joke is after the high. Says some horribly corny joke, “Guess you could say I scored this goal”, followed by an awkward laugh.
H—Hair:
As a sports player he likes to keep his hair trimmed. He doesn’t need to be completely smooth but he doesn’t like having it grown out too much. You can maintain your hair however you like, he doesn’t care, it’s your body not his.
I—Intimacy:
Any part of your skin that he can get his lips on will be kissed. Hickeys on your chest, thighs, stomach, etc. Often talks you through it which is partly an excuse to talk himself through it. He loves his partner and makes it known.
J—Jerk Off:
Like mentioned in dirty secrets he does jerk off to pictures of you. He just gets so pent up and needs an outlet. Sometimes calls you so he can hear your voice till he climaxes. And gets a wave of embarrassment afterwards. He scrubs his hands clean with pink cheeks.
K—Kink:
Isagi loves to be edged. This man thrives off being challenged. Sometimes he’ll edge himself and other times it’s you who’s edging him. He jokes about using it as endurance and stamina training;“C’mon baby, it’s good for my skills. You don’t want some washed up player.”
L—Location:
His preference is the bedroom, he’s not overly freaked out. If you guys live together and have a home gym expect to ruin a couple yoga mats. Seeing you in workout clothing sends heat straight to where it matters. And seeing you stretch, forget it, he’s a simple man after all.
M—Motivation:
Seeing you wear his clothes, especially his jersey. It’s also huge turn on whenever you praise his skills. He’ll come home after a rough day and flop onto the couch, head in your thighs. He pouts until you ask what's wrong. After explaining you comfort him while praising his skills he may or may not have a hard on oncoming.
N—No:
Isagi will not hurt you. He doesn’t like the idea of anything or anyone harming you.
O—Oral:
Munchhh. He’s going down on you for so long that you have to pull him up. He gets utter satisfaction from making you cum. And with his mouth he’s able to pull that from you multiple times. His ego gets higher and higher every time he eats you out.
P—Pace:
It depends on his mood. Sometimes it’s slow and loving; he just needs something grounding. Other times it’s fast and needy; like he needs to be so deep inside till you’re one.
Q—Quickies:
Isagi rarely says no to sex unless he’s truly upset. So a quicky isn’t something he’d turn down. That being said he doesn’t prefer them. If that is your thing then he’s all in.
R—Risk:
The most risky thing you two have done is doing it in supply closet before a game. Isagi isn’t an exhibitionist but he’ll admit sometimes the idea of getting caught turns him on. His preference is still to be in the safety of your own home. Besides he really doesn’t want to risk his soccer career.
S—Stamina:
Obviously this man can go for hours if he didn’t have a game that day. He’s built his body to endure physical strain. It helps a lot that he likes being worn down by you.
T—Toys:
Likes to use something to keep your legs spread. Out of desperation he once used a resistance band to keep your legs up. And now you two have a special set of resistance bands just for bed. He did buy you a vibrator to use when he’s away for football.
U—Unfair(teasing):
The teasing is typically joking around. He isn’t one to be able to take himself seriously if purposely trying to elicit a reaction. Although when working out he might lift his shirt while panting, dripping sweat. Or have sweatpants that hang low. Just not intentional. Isagi loves being teased by you.
V—Volume:
He’s talkative during sex. Similar to during a game, he’s talking about what he’s doing, what he’s going to do, and how he feels. And as for noises he tries to be “manly” and grunt but he ends up a moaning mess when he lets himself bask in the pleasure.
W—Weird Fact:
He had just arrived to practice after a heated night between you two. You marked up his neck and biceps thoroughly and some scratches down his back. His teammates took notice of it, teasing and joking with him. He blushes but secretly gets a kick out of them knowing how thoroughly he is yours.
X—X-ray:
He’s not huge but he’s got the perfect length and girth especially factoring in his skill. The tip is a muted pink that deepens when he’s aroused. One very visible vein running down the center. As referred to in hair he keeps everything trimmed and neat. IS a grower.
Y—Yearning:
He yearns for your love like he yearns to be Japan’s best striker. He is always aware of your presence. He keeps an eye out for you. No one else can love him and praise him like you do.
Z—Zzzz:
Isagi likes to get around 7 hours a sleep but he’s happy to get no rest if it means sex with you. After multiple rounds he finally tires out, aftercare and a shower follow before finally going to bed. He’s the big spoon and rest a hand between your thighs( he says its for warmth), and the other is on your hip or stomach. Snores very slightly and mumbles in his sleep if restless. He has woken you up by having a nightmare that he lost a match. He shouted in his sleep and shot up panting.
