in today's broadcast: your soulmate's scars appear on your body as well, hurting you all the same. bunny iglesias has carried the guilt of harming his destined partner ever since the first gash landed across his skin. "forgive me, amor," he pleads in his interview.
cw: fem!reader (described to be wearing a sundress), soulmate au, angst to fluff, feelings of inadequacy and guilt, mentions of child abuse on bunny's side, mostly in bunny pov (written before bunny's canon backstory is revealed)
he remembers hearing about soulmates from his grandmother. two people connected by an unexplainable force, tying them for life. for better or worse.
"take care of them," she said to him then. her eyes anxiously darting to the garage, where his grandpa was busy hammering away at some piece of furniture bunny was by now realizing didn't need it. "make sure they never have to experience a singular day of pain."
in hindsight, one could interpret it as a way of her telling him to keep himself safe as well, but at that point no one knew how his bond would manifest. not until a small scar appeared across his knee. one that looked like a nasty scrape healed badly. it was small, and he only knew it was there because it hurt as if he'd fallen himself. which he hadn't.
the first time it happened, bunny knew it wasn't deserved. a small boy, no older than five, he simply needed to pee. the summer festival he attended with his grandparents did not have any place where he could go, which forced his grandpa to take him home. the walk wasn't long, but significant enough to spark an anger in his grandfathers eyes.
a few beers in already, the belt buckle clinking behind the locked door, followed by a panicked child's cries.
the bruise would take a week or two to fade, the blackened skin fading in favor of the healing wound his grandmother cleaned wordlessly once she returned from that same festival. one which formed from the ornate metal buckle cutting clean across the smooth, unblemished skin.
that night was the first time he cried not for himself, but for the person now forced to bear a nasty scar across their thigh. he wondered, did they have to feel the cracking of the belt against skin, too? grandma told him not to hurt you, and yet, here he is.
"i'm so sorry," he cried quietly as to not alert anyone, "i didn't mean to."
the second time, he wasn't so sure. grandma handed him a plate of food to bring to grandpa, who was sat at the dining table with his brows furrowed already. a chill ran down the child's spine, this didn't bode well.
but all he had to do was deliver the plate, a task so menial it should've been done by now. and yet the shaking overtaking his knees, the spike in his blood pressure as he makes eye contact with the old man paired with a folded carpet corner was the perfect recipe for the plate cracking into pieces, food slowly staining said carpet and a child too terrified to look up from his spot on his knees.
a gasp can be heard from the open kitchen, and he can only imagine the terror overtaking his sweet grandma's features. one he imagines mirrors his own.
for a second it's quiet. too quiet.
breaking through the silence is the scraping of the chair against the floor, followed by heavy footsteps. his grandfathers shadow blankets his trembling form, and when he finally dares to look up even the slightest bit, his cheek is met with a sting. the impact so strong he's knocked onto his side as he gasps for air.
he's given no time before he's hauled up by the collar of his shirt. the back of a strong, calloused hand makes contact with his face again.
dropped back onto the floor, the carpet harsh against his knees, both him and his grandmother wait until the old man leaves. both of them flinching as his low, barely restrained voice demands another portion soon.
the door to the garage slams shut, and it's then that bunny realizes blood is dripping down his face and down onto his worn down sleep shirt.
locked away in his room that same evening, he can't help the flood of tears dripping onto the floor as he examines his face in the mirror. again, his grandmother cleaned him up, disinfecting his wounded face. it seems the ring on his grandpa's finger has done the most damage. a sideways cross shaped wound which will now haunt him, and his fated person, forever.
it has only gotten worse from that day on. minuscule mistakes punished by lifelong reminders.
ointments he begged his grandmother to find, to hopefully lessen the contrast of his disgustingly gashed skin. hoping that maybe they'd fade on your skin as well. nights spent crying, begging for forgiveness. on his knees before the moon, hoping you were out there and could somehow hear him.
fists clenched, eyes puffy as they look right onto the full moon his grandmother once jested was made of cheese to cheer him up however many years ago.
"i'm so sorry, amor," he sobs into the night. still young, yet forged into a tall, tough piece of man. a man devastated by his only task of never once hurting you having failed so miserably. so catastrophically.
the only piece of silver lining, the only thing that brought even a ghost of a smile to his face, was that at least you'd be recognizable. scars so telling he could tell you were the real deal with just a singular glance at your face.
which only brings him back to reality just as quickly. would you even want him? he knows you could feel the pain. do you hate him for doing this to you? have you cursed fate for it tying you to someone who harms your undeserving body?
he wouldn't be surprised if you rejected the bond upon meeting him. it's the only way to stop any more scars being shared. the pain shooting through his heart makes his brows pinch. he chuckles humorlessly, "i'm such a selfish bastard."
isn't it selfish of him to still want to have you, even when he's put you through so much? you deserve a soulmate who is actually capable of protecting you. one who can prevent even a singular hair from dropping off of your head.
but deep inside, he longs for the connection only a soulmate can provide. he has not met you, and yet he knows you'll be lovely. he'll beg on his knees if necessary. the universe has made the mistake of dooming you with him, and he'll do all he can to alleviate the torment he's put you through so far.
a black surgical mask covers his face, together with a matching cap. his body covered in long, airy sleeves, legs clad in a pair of baggy summer pants as to hide his woeful state as he goes out to grab a bite of food for both him and his grandma. the latter who's been doing much better since that old fool died not too long ago.
children run and weave their way between people on the busy streets, popsicles in hand to combat the heat and sate their needs for sweetness. barely any of them are paying attention to where they're going, and who they're bumping against.
their carelessness is something he notices when his knee is knocked right against a wooden crate from a veggie vendor, thrown off balance by one of the aforementioned kids running into his back. the wood cuts uncomfortably against the already scarred skin. a quick and unfortunate situation he'd usually write off, had it not been for a perfectly timed "ow!" he heard not too far off.
his head turns every possible way, trying to locate the origin. and he does.
the moment his eyes land on you, his whole world stops. the sun illuminating your features, body bathed in a golden glow which somehow makes your blemished skin look akin to a tigress. as a sense of calm initially washes over him, muscles relaxing, body and mind briefly devoid of any pain.
but it's when his eyes land on the one thing truly separating you from your surroundings, a cross-shaped scar across your face that he feels lightheaded. it's no coincidence your appearance has made such an impact.
luckily most of his face is obstructed by the mask and shadowed by his cap, making it near-impossible for the people around him to see the glossiness coating his eyes. rooted in his place, eyes darting over your body where you're sat at the terrace of some cafe he's seen in passing a few times.
he considers walking up to you, but something holds him back. the ugly, overwhelming guilt of knowing what the cause is behind the markings on your angelic face and the rest of your body. the pain and confusion for why this is being done to you must've been terrifying to experience.
now stuck between a rock and a hard place, does he go up to you and apologize? it could give you the opportunity to denounce him, to free yourself from his pitiful existence.
he's been so convinced he can earn you, but when actually faced with the opportunity, his knees go weak.
a wave of determination passes over him. he robbed you of a proper soulmate, one that was deserving of you. you who shared your scar with him once and learned your lesson. unlike him. the least he can do is give you a way out.
knee bleeding, he takes a deep breath before he consciously steps between the large crowd of people. he's bumping against someone here and there, much like the children who've unknowingly brought two destined people a chance to finally unite.
an older lady is with you, one looking similar enough for him to conclude must be your mom. will she be angry with him, too? will she detest him for hurting her daughter? maybe she'll force you to break the bond, unwilling to give you away to someone as careless as him.
his hand is shaky as he reaches up to tap your scarred shoulder. your expression confused, much like your mom's. unsurprising, given that his face is mostly covered.
"can i help you-?" your voice is like a balm to his frayed nerves, but you trail off once his other hand, just as if not more, shakily undoes one of the ties to his mask. with it now hanging off only one ear, the entirety of his own facial marring is visible to you. he can only brace himself for what you might do next.
you jump up from your chair, eyes wide as you examine the stranger's face. your heart nearly beats out of your chest, barely registering your mother's choked breath.
still in disbelief, you take his hands into yours. your touch feather-light as you examine the scars on your and his fingers. ones that match just like the one on your faces.
breath catching in your throat, your gaze snaps back to his glossy one. for a moment it does not matter that you're in public, in the middle of a very crowded terrace.
voice cracking, much like his heart, "it's you," you muster.
he nods, lips pursing to prevent himself from crying. his hands squeeze yours gently, unconsciously pulling you closer.
you glance back at your mom, "it's him," you whisper to her. something she barely manages to hear over the loud surroundings. she still nods, gathering her stuff as she motions for you two to go with her.
bunny eyes you in confusion, you're leaving already? this is it? but he hasn't managed to say anything yet-
"come with me," you encourage him, tugging on his hands. your mom left some bills on the table, walking ahead.
he follows you as if he's under a spell, and he kind of is. your touch is electrifying, but calming all the same. he almost trips a few times, too focused on examining every little bit of you.
hands tightly clasped in yours, you look up at him with a bright smile, "what's your name?"
bunny's mouth opens, but all coherent answers filter out of his mind. why are you smiling at him? why are you acting as if you're excited to meet him?
his hesitation causes your brows to furrow in concern. his body heat providing a comfort even amidst the heat of the day as you you pull him just a bit closer.
"it's okay, i'm also emotional. this is quite a big deal," you assure him, giving him your name in hopes it'll ease his nerves.
your name tastes so sweet on his tongue as he repeats it back to you, tone filled with such reverence it sparks a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your belly. "beautiful," he whispers, his gaze darting over every square millimeter of your face.
warmth creeps up your neck and face. your pointer nail a nice distraction to bite on so you don't squeal like some weirdo.
"bunny," he then whispers, "you can call me bunny."
"huh? is that an actual name-?"
"it'll do," he squeezes your hand, a ghost of a smile passing over his handsome features.
it's then that you realize how breathtaking he is. scars and all, they only add to his boyishly rugged look. something you didn't know you were that into until him.
your home is mere minutes away, excitement sending abuzz through your body. a stark contrast to his tightly wound muscles. "i can't wait to introduce you to my family! i didn't expect to meet you at all today so i hope it's okay my mom went ahead. she's probably preparing something for us to snack on while we get to know each other-"
your rambling is beyond endearing, and yet he can't help the heaviness on his chest from rendering him breathless. the guilt was unmistakable on his face to anyone else. except the overjoyed you, who's still yapping on and on about how happy your family will be upon hearing about you two meeting.
he desperately tried to hold in his tears which were threatening to spill over his reddened cheeks. lips pursing, the crushing weight of his wrong-doings unbearable upon his shoulders.
the prolonged silence finally catches your attention as you're about to inform him that you've arrived at your house, and you stop in your tracks right away. eyes wide and panicked, voice rushed, "bunny? oh dear, are you okay?"
squeezing his eyes shut, desperately trying to will away his tears, he nods. a strained sigh, "yeah," is all you get in response.
no less worried, you usher him inside, tugging him into your room for some privacy which seems like it was much needed because the click of your door shutting is all it takes for the floodgates to break open.
in seconds he's on his knees in front of you, a waterfall of tears streaming down his face and onto your floor. his hands balled into fists, knuckles white as he sobbed, a flurry of emotions fighting through his tone.
"why? why are you this happy!?" he coughs through his sobs, "look at yourself! i ruined you!"
the closed door likely doesn't do much to muffle the anguish he's finally letting be seen, heard.
mouth agape, tears lining your own lash line as your very own soulmate who you thought you could celebrate this joyous occasion with, is crumbling before you.
"r-ruined me?" your voice cracks, "what do you mean?"
his hands gently reach out to trace the distorted lines along your ankles and calves. they're shaking immensely, but so is his entire body. overcome with yet another wave of emotion he curls in on himself once his finger makes contact with the scar tissue.
unable to explain himself any further, his tongue tied into knot after knot. as if his limbs were made of lead, he makes the arduous effort to wrap his hand around the back of your knee, lifting his body up just enough to lean his forehead against your thigh.
red irises framed by the bloodshot whites of his eyes stare at you with a heartstopping amount of pain. brows pinched, bottom lip trembling.
"i'm so sorry," he creaks, "i am so sorry, amor."
finally, saying it to your face felt a whole lot better than pretending you could hear him through the moon.
what he did not expect (which was honestly even making it this far) is that you'd drop to your knees right next to him. your arms wrap around him in a hug comparable to a warm blanket on a cold winter's night.
the tightness in his body ebbs away with each second he spends with his face buried in your shoulder. his own getting just as wet from your tears, which you couldn't hold back either.
"don't be sorry," he hears you whimper, "don't you dare be sorry for what you've gone through."
that gives him pause. he stiffens in your hold, before he lifts his head to get a look at your puffy face. still just as stunning, he notes.
"what do you mean?" he sniffles, tears unstoppable.
"did you do all this to yourself?" you ask, hand reaching up to trace the horizontal line across his nose. "any of it?"
he shakes his head, reveling in your comforting touch.
"then what are you sorry for?" you chuckle through your cries, "i'm the one who's sorry. sorry for not finding you sooner, and for not being there for you when you needed it most."
your words send a whole different crash of emotions through him. disbelief, shock, confusion, even more guilt at you feeling guilty. he dives in for yet another hug, both of your sobs echoing through your room.
"i don't deserve you," he whispers, muscled arms squeezing you as close to him as possible.
your hold tightens to match his, "the universe seems to think otherwise."
a/n: still learning how to write angst but but but yeah also in case u were wondering the scars appear as healed on the other person, basically like a preview of what the inflicted wound will heal like
in today's broadcast: your soulmate's scars appear on your body as well, hurting you all the same. bunny iglesias has carried the guilt of harming his destined partner ever since the first gash landed across his skin. "forgive me, amor," he pleads in his interview.
cw: fem!reader (described to be wearing a sundress), soulmate au, angst to fluff, feelings of inadequacy and guilt, mentions of child abuse on bunny's side, mostly in bunny pov (written before bunny's canon backstory is revealed)
he remembers hearing about soulmates from his grandmother. two people connected by an unexplainable force, tying them for life. for better or worse.
"take care of them," she said to him then. her eyes anxiously darting to the garage, where his grandpa was busy hammering away at some piece of furniture bunny was by now realizing didn't need it. "make sure they never have to experience a singular day of pain."
in hindsight, one could interpret it as a way of her telling him to keep himself safe as well, but at that point no one knew how his bond would manifest. not until a small scar appeared across his knee. one that looked like a nasty scrape healed badly. it was small, and he only knew it was there because it hurt as if he'd fallen himself. which he hadn't.
the first time it happened, bunny knew it wasn't deserved. a small boy, no older than five, he simply needed to pee. the summer festival he attended with his grandparents did not have any place where he could go, which forced his grandpa to take him home. the walk wasn't long, but significant enough to spark an anger in his grandfathers eyes.
a few beers in already, the belt buckle clinking behind the locked door, followed by a panicked child's cries.
the bruise would take a week or two to fade, the blackened skin fading in favor of the healing wound his grandmother cleaned wordlessly once she returned from that same festival. one which formed from the ornate metal buckle cutting clean across the smooth, unblemished skin.
that night was the first time he cried not for himself, but for the person now forced to bear a nasty scar across their thigh. he wondered, did they have to feel the cracking of the belt against skin, too? grandma told him not to hurt you, and yet, here he is.
"i'm so sorry," he cried quietly as to not alert anyone, "i didn't mean to."
the second time, he wasn't so sure. grandma handed him a plate of food to bring to grandpa, who was sat at the dining table with his brows furrowed already. a chill ran down the child's spine, this didn't bode well.
but all he had to do was deliver the plate, a task so menial it should've been done by now. and yet the shaking overtaking his knees, the spike in his blood pressure as he makes eye contact with the old man paired with a folded carpet corner was the perfect recipe for the plate cracking into pieces, food slowly staining said carpet and a child too terrified to look up from his spot on his knees.
a gasp can be heard from the open kitchen, and he can only imagine the terror overtaking his sweet grandma's features. one he imagines mirrors his own.
for a second it's quiet. too quiet.
breaking through the silence is the scraping of the chair against the floor, followed by heavy footsteps. his grandfathers shadow blankets his trembling form, and when he finally dares to look up even the slightest bit, his cheek is met with a sting. the impact so strong he's knocked onto his side as he gasps for air.
he's given no time before he's hauled up by the collar of his shirt. the back of a strong, calloused hand makes contact with his face again.
dropped back onto the floor, the carpet harsh against his knees, both him and his grandmother wait until the old man leaves. both of them flinching as his low, barely restrained voice demands another portion soon.
the door to the garage slams shut, and it's then that bunny realizes blood is dripping down his face and down onto his worn down sleep shirt.
locked away in his room that same evening, he can't help the flood of tears dripping onto the floor as he examines his face in the mirror. again, his grandmother cleaned him up, disinfecting his wounded face. it seems the ring on his grandpa's finger has done the most damage. a sideways cross shaped wound which will now haunt him, and his fated person, forever.
it has only gotten worse from that day on. minuscule mistakes punished by lifelong reminders.
ointments he begged his grandmother to find, to hopefully lessen the contrast of his disgustingly gashed skin. hoping that maybe they'd fade on your skin as well. nights spent crying, begging for forgiveness. on his knees before the moon, hoping you were out there and could somehow hear him.
fists clenched, eyes puffy as they look right onto the full moon his grandmother once jested was made of cheese to cheer him up however many years ago.
"i'm so sorry, amor," he sobs into the night. still young, yet forged into a tall, tough piece of man. a man devastated by his only task of never once hurting you having failed so miserably. so catastrophically.
the only piece of silver lining, the only thing that brought even a ghost of a smile to his face, was that at least you'd be recognizable. scars so telling he could tell you were the real deal with just a singular glance at your face.
which only brings him back to reality just as quickly. would you even want him? he knows you could feel the pain. do you hate him for doing this to you? have you cursed fate for it tying you to someone who harms your undeserving body?
he wouldn't be surprised if you rejected the bond upon meeting him. it's the only way to stop any more scars being shared. the pain shooting through his heart makes his brows pinch. he chuckles humorlessly, "i'm such a selfish bastard."
isn't it selfish of him to still want to have you, even when he's put you through so much? you deserve a soulmate who is actually capable of protecting you. one who can prevent even a singular hair from dropping off of your head.
but deep inside, he longs for the connection only a soulmate can provide. he has not met you, and yet he knows you'll be lovely. he'll beg on his knees if necessary. the universe has made the mistake of dooming you with him, and he'll do all he can to alleviate the torment he's put you through so far.
a black surgical mask covers his face, together with a matching cap. his body covered in long, airy sleeves, legs clad in a pair of baggy summer pants as to hide his woeful state as he goes out to grab a bite of food for both him and his grandma. the latter who's been doing much better since that old fool died not too long ago.
children run and weave their way between people on the busy streets, popsicles in hand to combat the heat and sate their needs for sweetness. barely any of them are paying attention to where they're going, and who they're bumping against.
their carelessness is something he notices when his knee is knocked right against a wooden crate from a veggie vendor, thrown off balance by one of the aforementioned kids running into his back. the wood cuts uncomfortably against the already scarred skin. a quick and unfortunate situation he'd usually write off, had it not been for a perfectly timed "ow!" he heard not too far off.
his head turns every possible way, trying to locate the origin. and he does.
the moment his eyes land on you, his whole world stops. the sun illuminating your features, body bathed in a golden glow which somehow makes your blemished skin look akin to a tigress. as a sense of calm initially washes over him, muscles relaxing, body and mind briefly devoid of any pain.
but it's when his eyes land on the one thing truly separating you from your surroundings, a cross-shaped scar across your face that he feels lightheaded. it's no coincidence your appearance has made such an impact.
luckily most of his face is obstructed by the mask and shadowed by his cap, making it near-impossible for the people around him to see the glossiness coating his eyes. rooted in his place, eyes darting over your body where you're sat at the terrace of some cafe he's seen in passing a few times.
he considers walking up to you, but something holds him back. the ugly, overwhelming guilt of knowing what the cause is behind the markings on your angelic face and the rest of your body. the pain and confusion for why this is being done to you must've been terrifying to experience.
now stuck between a rock and a hard place, does he go up to you and apologize? it could give you the opportunity to denounce him, to free yourself from his pitiful existence.
he's been so convinced he can earn you, but when actually faced with the opportunity, his knees go weak.
a wave of determination passes over him. he robbed you of a proper soulmate, one that was deserving of you. you who shared your scar with him once and learned your lesson. unlike him. the least he can do is give you a way out.
knee bleeding, he takes a deep breath before he consciously steps between the large crowd of people. he's bumping against someone here and there, much like the children who've unknowingly brought two destined people a chance to finally unite.
an older lady is with you, one looking similar enough for him to conclude must be your mom. will she be angry with him, too? will she detest him for hurting her daughter? maybe she'll force you to break the bond, unwilling to give you away to someone as careless as him.
his hand is shaky as he reaches up to tap your scarred shoulder. your expression confused, much like your mom's. unsurprising, given that his face is mostly covered.
"can i help you-?" your voice is like a balm to his frayed nerves, but you trail off once his other hand, just as if not more, shakily undoes one of the ties to his mask. with it now hanging off only one ear, the entirety of his own facial marring is visible to you. he can only brace himself for what you might do next.
you jump up from your chair, eyes wide as you examine the stranger's face. your heart nearly beats out of your chest, barely registering your mother's choked breath.
still in disbelief, you take his hands into yours. your touch feather-light as you examine the scars on your and his fingers. ones that match just like the one on your faces.
breath catching in your throat, your gaze snaps back to his glossy one. for a moment it does not matter that you're in public, in the middle of a very crowded terrace.
voice cracking, much like his heart, "it's you," you muster.
he nods, lips pursing to prevent himself from crying. his hands squeeze yours gently, unconsciously pulling you closer.
you glance back at your mom, "it's him," you whisper to her. something she barely manages to hear over the loud surroundings. she still nods, gathering her stuff as she motions for you two to go with her.
bunny eyes you in confusion, you're leaving already? this is it? but he hasn't managed to say anything yet-
"come with me," you encourage him, tugging on his hands. your mom left some bills on the table, walking ahead.
he follows you as if he's under a spell, and he kind of is. your touch is electrifying, but calming all the same. he almost trips a few times, too focused on examining every little bit of you.
hands tightly clasped in yours, you look up at him with a bright smile, "what's your name?"
bunny's mouth opens, but all coherent answers filter out of his mind. why are you smiling at him? why are you acting as if you're excited to meet him?
his hesitation causes your brows to furrow in concern. his body heat providing a comfort even amidst the heat of the day as you you pull him just a bit closer.
"it's okay, i'm also emotional. this is quite a big deal," you assure him, giving him your name in hopes it'll ease his nerves.
your name tastes so sweet on his tongue as he repeats it back to you, tone filled with such reverence it sparks a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your belly. "beautiful," he whispers, his gaze darting over every square millimeter of your face.
warmth creeps up your neck and face. your pointer nail a nice distraction to bite on so you don't squeal like some weirdo.
"bunny," he then whispers, "you can call me bunny."
"huh? is that an actual name-?"
"it'll do," he squeezes your hand, a ghost of a smile passing over his handsome features.
it's then that you realize how breathtaking he is. scars and all, they only add to his boyishly rugged look. something you didn't know you were that into until him.
your home is mere minutes away, excitement sending abuzz through your body. a stark contrast to his tightly wound muscles. "i can't wait to introduce you to my family! i didn't expect to meet you at all today so i hope it's okay my mom went ahead. she's probably preparing something for us to snack on while we get to know each other-"
your rambling is beyond endearing, and yet he can't help the heaviness on his chest from rendering him breathless. the guilt was unmistakable on his face to anyone else. except the overjoyed you, who's still yapping on and on about how happy your family will be upon hearing about you two meeting.
he desperately tried to hold in his tears which were threatening to spill over his reddened cheeks. lips pursing, the crushing weight of his wrong-doings unbearable upon his shoulders.
the prolonged silence finally catches your attention as you're about to inform him that you've arrived at your house, and you stop in your tracks right away. eyes wide and panicked, voice rushed, "bunny? oh dear, are you okay?"
squeezing his eyes shut, desperately trying to will away his tears, he nods. a strained sigh, "yeah," is all you get in response.
no less worried, you usher him inside, tugging him into your room for some privacy which seems like it was much needed because the click of your door shutting is all it takes for the floodgates to break open.
in seconds he's on his knees in front of you, a waterfall of tears streaming down his face and onto your floor. his hands balled into fists, knuckles white as he sobbed, a flurry of emotions fighting through his tone.
"why? why are you this happy!?" he coughs through his sobs, "look at yourself! i ruined you!"
the closed door likely doesn't do much to muffle the anguish he's finally letting be seen, heard.
mouth agape, tears lining your own lash line as your very own soulmate who you thought you could celebrate this joyous occasion with, is crumbling before you.
"r-ruined me?" your voice cracks, "what do you mean?"
his hands gently reach out to trace the distorted lines along your ankles and calves. they're shaking immensely, but so is his entire body. overcome with yet another wave of emotion he curls in on himself once his finger makes contact with the scar tissue.
unable to explain himself any further, his tongue tied into knot after knot. as if his limbs were made of lead, he makes the arduous effort to wrap his hand around the back of your knee, lifting his body up just enough to lean his forehead against your thigh.
red irises framed by the bloodshot whites of his eyes stare at you with a heartstopping amount of pain. brows pinched, bottom lip trembling.
"i'm so sorry," he creaks, "i am so sorry, amor."
finally, saying it to your face felt a whole lot better than pretending you could hear him through the moon.
what he did not expect (which was honestly even making it this far) is that you'd drop to your knees right next to him. your arms wrap around him in a hug comparable to a warm blanket on a cold winter's night.
the tightness in his body ebbs away with each second he spends with his face buried in your shoulder. his own getting just as wet from your tears, which you couldn't hold back either.
"don't be sorry," he hears you whimper, "don't you dare be sorry for what you've gone through."
that gives him pause. he stiffens in your hold, before he lifts his head to get a look at your puffy face. still just as stunning, he notes.
"what do you mean?" he sniffles, tears unstoppable.
"did you do all this to yourself?" you ask, hand reaching up to trace the horizontal line across his nose. "any of it?"
he shakes his head, reveling in your comforting touch.
"then what are you sorry for?" you chuckle through your cries, "i'm the one who's sorry. sorry for not finding you sooner, and for not being there for you when you needed it most."
your words send a whole different crash of emotions through him. disbelief, shock, confusion, even more guilt at you feeling guilty. he dives in for yet another hug, both of your sobs echoing through your room.
"i don't deserve you," he whispers, muscled arms squeezing you as close to him as possible.
your hold tightens to match his, "the universe seems to think otherwise."
a/n: still learning how to write angst but but but yeah also in case u were wondering the scars appear as healed on the other person, basically like a preview of what the inflicted wound will heal like
in today's broadcast: sae itoshi's sweet girl insist on joining him to practice, only to get hit in the head with a stray ball! your boyfriend's teammates are such meanies! luckily, he is willing to make up for it (it was not his fault) "i told her to stay home," sae sighs, side-eyeing the interviewer in annoyance.
MDNI cw: smut, fem!reader, sae playing w ur pussy into unprotected piv, u can't convince me that sae is made for any other type of gf than a spoiled one (whom he spoiled himself)
"no."
"but saee-uhhh," you drape yourself over him, arms wrapped around his waist, forehead banging gently against his back. it does nothing to stop him from putting on his shoes, unfortunately. "i don't wanna be alooonee..!"
he sighs, looking back at you over his shoulder. your expression mimics that of a kicked puppy, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't melting his resolve even the tiniest bit.
but, the horror of his lukewarm teammates seeing his pretty thing more than necessary is still stronger.
"i'll wear that one set you like so much this evening if you take me with you," you try, batting your lashes.
tempting, as you would be in anything. to no avail, the answer remains the same, "i need to go now."
he turns away, hearing you stomp your foot, "fine! i'll just ask shidou to take me with him, then. i'm sure he does want to see me."
sae's eyes narrow, head snapping back to look at you. shidou has been trying to get both into his and your pants, he's not leaving you alone with him. ever. "fine. hurry up."
the aforementioned pain in the ass hasn't wasted a single opportunity to get under sae's skin even since he met you on accident when you came to pick your boyfriend up after a match. be it a sly look here and there, or a sneakily placed hand on your waist, paired with a low whisper telling you how good of a time he can provide.
sae is definitely not oblivious to those advances, given that he was the subject of them himself ever since the two met. despite his reluctance to take you with him, the way he caresses your thigh while you're in his passenger seat tells you enough. he's glad it's not shidou you decided to share a car with, like the good girl he knows you can sometimes be.
but even then, the situation right now isn't particularly ideal either. the scorching heat made you conclude that the tiniest sundress you own is the perfect outfit to go out in. you look outrageously gorgeous. the problem being, he's definitely not the only one to think so.
which is only confirmed when his teammates catch a glimpse of you in the stands, luckily shaded over so you don't cook in the burning sun.
oliver is the first one to saunter over, emboldened by sae still being busy in the locker room. you can tell from a mile away, the sleaziness in his smile, the glint in his eyes as his gaze rakes over your soft, barely-clad body. so much for one of the most gentlemanly men on the team.
"good morning to you, sweetheart," he nods, greeting you. they've barely done any warm-ups, and yet his hair is already sticking to the sweat on his forehead.
you nod back, a bright smile on your face. sae agreeing to take you with him, even under the threat of going with shidou if he didn't, put you in an absolutely wonderful mood, "good morning, oliver."
"can't believe sae would allow us such eye candy," he teases, "every time he allows us even as much as a glimpse, you manage to look even more beautiful than the last time we saw you."
his honeyed words bring a heat with them you did not expect, eyes widening. unsure now if the sun heat up the field even more, or if oliver simply managed to heat you up himself, causing you to turn up the hand-held fan sae graciously provided for you before he went off to change.
"oh, that's so sweet-"
"why are you talking to her?" that monotone voice you love so much luckily puts you out of the flustering situation.
oliver puts his hands up in surrender, smirk widening as his eyes dart between you and your boyfriend, "simply appreciating the view, can't fault me for that, can you?"
sae doesn't answer that, eyes merely following oliver as the latter steps away with one last wink sent your way. once he's gone, your boyfriend steps closer to you, and passes you a bottle of water.
"don't dry out," he chides, one brow raised, waiting for you to challenge him somehow. especially since what he just did could be seen as a public display of jealousy. something he's not really known for doing.
you stick out your tongue at him, "same goes for you, now gimme a kiss."
he eyes you for a second, but even he can't resist the utterly sinful way you're looking right now. a little sweaty, beads rolling down into your plush bosom, gently squeezed together by the tightness of the top of your dress. your face is clearly flushed, eyes half lidded from the heat taking up much more energy from just existing. it reminds him of his privilege to see you like this even with the temperatures not working in his favor.
with a simple, yet loving in his own sae way kiss, he makes his way onto the field, actively ignoring the teasing thrown his way by his teammates.
most of your time is spent in boredom, staring at the vague silhouette of your boyfriend definitely side-eying his team. sometimes on your phone, blowing a cheeky kiss over to sae whenever he passes near.
it's a miracle the pink-haired demon hasn't come anywhere near you yet. he's there, you can hear him, but he's nowhere to be found near the side of the field where you're sitting. perhaps sae has something to do with it, or maybe it's something to do with the ball currently flying towards your face.
your handheld fan clatters to the ground as pain shoots through your head. dead-center on your forehead, the ball bounces off with a sickening thump!
you cry out, clutching your head. tears well in your eyes, nose clogging up. shouldn't the ball have lost most of its momentum over such a long distance? technicalities don't really matter anyway, all you know is the sting against your skin and the few distant 'oof's' you hear from those who witnessed it.
sae is by your side in no time, together with a sheepish, but not really, shidou who you can only guess is the cause behind the stray ball. his eyes hungrily scanning over your body. teary eyes only adding to your sweet look.
an annoyed sigh accompanies sae's examination of your face, eyes betraying the concern he actually feels. "get her some ice, you demon," he throws over his shoulder at the culprit. soft hands caress over your tear-stained cheeks, "i told you to stay home," he frowns.
sniffling, you manage a glare, "boo me for wanting to be near you."
he huffs, expression softening in that one way only you can really recognize. before he can surprise you with any more softness the man of the hour arrives with an ice pack. a sly smile on his face as he passes it directly to you, ignoring sae's outstretched hand. "my bad, princess."
the coolness soothes your thumping forehead just enough to make you forget about the giant bruise this will likely result in. with a strained smile you muster up a: "thank you."
"i'll be taking her home," sae starts gathering your stuff. "don't wait for me, i'll train on my own later."
"now, wait a second," shidou leans against the barrier separating the stands from the field, "i need to make up for this somehow. how about i join you guys, hmm?"
sae shoots him a pointed look, "you can make up for it by leaving her alone. now shoo."
the walk back to his car is filled with your quiet giggles as you mimic your boyfriend, "i've never hear you say 'shoo' before."
he deadpans, "so? what's so funny about it?"
"it just sounds silly coming from you," you burst into another fit of giggles, though you're forced to stop immediately as a sharp pain shoots through the front of your head at the strain, "yowch..!
the inside of his car is arguably worse than being outside. luckily his airco quickly soothes over your damp skin, inciting a sigh of relief from you. leaning back in your seat, eyes closed to prevent the bright sun from giving you any more of a headache than you already have.
it takes sae a while to start up the engine, something you fail to notice amidst your bliss in the cool air. his eyes rake over your profile, the subtle shine accentuating your features in a way he rarely has time to appreciate.
he tenses briefly when he sees you lick your lips, craning your neck back slightly to allow the cool relief further down your neck and under your chin. your back arches with the movement, your tits pushed out further than they already were. the curve of your back leads him to your barely-covered ass, and he feels his hands twitch with the need to grab it. the fabric of the dress flaring teasingly around the shape.
clearing his throat he finally starts the engine. his loose shorts doing nothing in terms of hiding his anticipation for when he finally gets you home. his hand automatically settles on your thigh, his fingers massaging the soft inner flesh.
"sae?" your voice breaks through the peaceful silence, uncharacteristically gentle, "can we maybe..?"
he shakes his head, "you're still hurt. i don't want to put too much strain on you."
he tries to ignore your pout he can see out of the corner of his eye, but paired with his own pent up desire he can do little to fight it.
so when the door locks behind you, inside your (sae's) penthouse he takes his time first examining your slowly bruising forehead. pain killers and a glass of water later, he draws most of the curtains, dimming the light coming into the space while you wait at the kitchen island with your second ice pack of the morning.
sure, he doesn't see a need to outright tell you he feels bad about what happened, but his actions show it plenty. it's heartwarming, butterflies swarming your belly.
a lucky gal you are, especially since all this pampering has now come to a high of your back pressed against his chest, his back to the headboard. legs spread over his as his fingers gently play with your folds. slow caresses provide just enough stimulation to avoid frustration, but little enough to avoid making your headache worse.
his eyes are shut, his intimate knowledge of just how your body works igniting a whole other type of fire in your belly. his voice is deeper now, low in your ear, "just relax for me, okay?"
you can only nod, eyes fluttering closed when his finger dips down to enter you, wetting itself before he goes back to circling your clit with the exact amount of pressure to make you crave more.
his hardness is insistent against your back, "sae.. please.." you whisper, back arching away from him. the teasing dips of his fingers slowly building a need to be filled by him to the brim.
"it's gonna be too much," he whispers, "you'll cry."
"i'll cry if you keep pretending i'm going to break," you plead, looking up at him over your shoulder.
his resolve fully cracks then, you truly know just how to play him. he reaches between you, freeing his cock from the confines of his shorts. lifting you just a bit, he manages to get it under you, slapping it against your squelching cunt.
"deep breaths, amor," he rasps, lining himself up with your entrance before he lowers you onto him, the stretch making you hiss. though, you're so slicked up already it goes in pretty similarly to when he does fully prep you.
the feeling of being filled so completely sends electric shocks to the tips of your fingers all the way down to your toes before you melt against him. he bottoms out, sighing. one hand holding up one of your thighs, the other still on your clit, rubbing the same steady circles.
you tilt your head towards him again, hand reaching back to pull his face as close as possible to yours. when your eyes meet, you muster up a teasing smile, one he can only associate with your triumph at getting what you want, in spite of his initial reluctance. he clicks his tongue, amused,
"my greedy girl. even with that giant thing on your forehead."
a/n: i like this a lot, its what i was comparing my 'old' stuff to when i made that thank u post
in today's broadcast: sae itoshi's sweet girl insist on joining him to practice, only to get hit in the head with a stray ball! your boyfriend's teammates are such meanies! luckily, he is willing to make up for it (it was not his fault) "i told her to stay home," sae sighs, side-eyeing the interviewer in annoyance.
MDNI cw: smut, fem!reader, sae playing w ur pussy into unprotected piv, u can't convince me that sae is made for any other type of gf than a spoiled one (whom he spoiled himself)
"no."
"but saee-uhhh," you drape yourself over him, arms wrapped around his waist, forehead banging gently against his back. it does nothing to stop him from putting on his shoes, unfortunately. "i don't wanna be alooonee..!"
he sighs, looking back at you over his shoulder. your expression mimics that of a kicked puppy, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't melting his resolve even the tiniest bit.
but, the horror of his lukewarm teammates seeing his pretty thing more than necessary is still stronger.
"i'll wear that one set you like so much this evening if you take me with you," you try, batting your lashes.
tempting, as you would be in anything. to no avail, the answer remains the same, "i need to go now."
he turns away, hearing you stomp your foot, "fine! i'll just ask shidou to take me with him, then. i'm sure he does want to see me."
sae's eyes narrow, head snapping back to look at you. shidou has been trying to get both into his and your pants, he's not leaving you alone with him. ever. "fine. hurry up."
the aforementioned pain in the ass hasn't wasted a single opportunity to get under sae's skin even since he met you on accident when you came to pick your boyfriend up after a match. be it a sly look here and there, or a sneakily placed hand on your waist, paired with a low whisper telling you how good of a time he can provide.
sae is definitely not oblivious to those advances, given that he was the subject of them himself ever since the two met. despite his reluctance to take you with him, the way he caresses your thigh while you're in his passenger seat tells you enough. he's glad it's not shidou you decided to share a car with, like the good girl he knows you can sometimes be.
but even then, the situation right now isn't particularly ideal either. the scorching heat made you conclude that the tiniest sundress you own is the perfect outfit to go out in. you look outrageously gorgeous. the problem being, he's definitely not the only one to think so.
which is only confirmed when his teammates catch a glimpse of you in the stands, luckily shaded over so you don't cook in the burning sun.
oliver is the first one to saunter over, emboldened by sae still being busy in the locker room. you can tell from a mile away, the sleaziness in his smile, the glint in his eyes as his gaze rakes over your soft, barely-clad body. so much for one of the most gentlemanly men on the team.
"good morning to you, sweetheart," he nods, greeting you. they've barely done any warm-ups, and yet his hair is already sticking to the sweat on his forehead.
you nod back, a bright smile on your face. sae agreeing to take you with him, even under the threat of going with shidou if he didn't, put you in an absolutely wonderful mood, "good morning, oliver."
"can't believe sae would allow us such eye candy," he teases, "every time he allows us even as much as a glimpse, you manage to look even more beautiful than the last time we saw you."
his honeyed words bring a heat with them you did not expect, eyes widening. unsure now if the sun heat up the field even more, or if oliver simply managed to heat you up himself, causing you to turn up the hand-held fan sae graciously provided for you before he went off to change.
"oh, that's so sweet-"
"why are you talking to her?" that monotone voice you love so much luckily puts you out of the flustering situation.
oliver puts his hands up in surrender, smirk widening as his eyes dart between you and your boyfriend, "simply appreciating the view, can't fault me for that, can you?"
sae doesn't answer that, eyes merely following oliver as the latter steps away with one last wink sent your way. once he's gone, your boyfriend steps closer to you, and passes you a bottle of water.
"don't dry out," he chides, one brow raised, waiting for you to challenge him somehow. especially since what he just did could be seen as a public display of jealousy. something he's not really known for doing.
you stick out your tongue at him, "same goes for you, now gimme a kiss."
he eyes you for a second, but even he can't resist the utterly sinful way you're looking right now. a little sweaty, beads rolling down into your plush bosom, gently squeezed together by the tightness of the top of your dress. your face is clearly flushed, eyes half lidded from the heat taking up much more energy from just existing. it reminds him of his privilege to see you like this even with the temperatures not working in his favor.
with a simple, yet loving in his own sae way kiss, he makes his way onto the field, actively ignoring the teasing thrown his way by his teammates.
most of your time is spent in boredom, staring at the vague silhouette of your boyfriend definitely side-eying his team. sometimes on your phone, blowing a cheeky kiss over to sae whenever he passes near.
it's a miracle the pink-haired demon hasn't come anywhere near you yet. he's there, you can hear him, but he's nowhere to be found near the side of the field where you're sitting. perhaps sae has something to do with it, or maybe it's something to do with the ball currently flying towards your face.
your handheld fan clatters to the ground as pain shoots through your head. dead-center on your forehead, the ball bounces off with a sickening thump!
you cry out, clutching your head. tears well in your eyes, nose clogging up. shouldn't the ball have lost most of its momentum over such a long distance? technicalities don't really matter anyway, all you know is the sting against your skin and the few distant 'oof's' you hear from those who witnessed it.
sae is by your side in no time, together with a sheepish, but not really, shidou who you can only guess is the cause behind the stray ball. his eyes hungrily scanning over your body. teary eyes only adding to your sweet look.
an annoyed sigh accompanies sae's examination of your face, eyes betraying the concern he actually feels. "get her some ice, you demon," he throws over his shoulder at the culprit. soft hands caress over your tear-stained cheeks, "i told you to stay home," he frowns.
sniffling, you manage a glare, "boo me for wanting to be near you."
he huffs, expression softening in that one way only you can really recognize. before he can surprise you with any more softness the man of the hour arrives with an ice pack. a sly smile on his face as he passes it directly to you, ignoring sae's outstretched hand. "my bad, princess."
the coolness soothes your thumping forehead just enough to make you forget about the giant bruise this will likely result in. with a strained smile you muster up a: "thank you."
"i'll be taking her home," sae starts gathering your stuff. "don't wait for me, i'll train on my own later."
"now, wait a second," shidou leans against the barrier separating the stands from the field, "i need to make up for this somehow. how about i join you guys, hmm?"
sae shoots him a pointed look, "you can make up for it by leaving her alone. now shoo."
the walk back to his car is filled with your quiet giggles as you mimic your boyfriend, "i've never hear you say 'shoo' before."
he deadpans, "so? what's so funny about it?"
"it just sounds silly coming from you," you burst into another fit of giggles, though you're forced to stop immediately as a sharp pain shoots through the front of your head at the strain, "yowch..!
the inside of his car is arguably worse than being outside. luckily his airco quickly soothes over your damp skin, inciting a sigh of relief from you. leaning back in your seat, eyes closed to prevent the bright sun from giving you any more of a headache than you already have.
it takes sae a while to start up the engine, something you fail to notice amidst your bliss in the cool air. his eyes rake over your profile, the subtle shine accentuating your features in a way he rarely has time to appreciate.
he tenses briefly when he sees you lick your lips, craning your neck back slightly to allow the cool relief further down your neck and under your chin. your back arches with the movement, your tits pushed out further than they already were. the curve of your back leads him to your barely-covered ass, and he feels his hands twitch with the need to grab it. the fabric of the dress flaring teasingly around the shape.
clearing his throat he finally starts the engine. his loose shorts doing nothing in terms of hiding his anticipation for when he finally gets you home. his hand automatically settles on your thigh, his fingers massaging the soft inner flesh.
"sae?" your voice breaks through the peaceful silence, uncharacteristically gentle, "can we maybe..?"
he shakes his head, "you're still hurt. i don't want to put too much strain on you."
he tries to ignore your pout he can see out of the corner of his eye, but paired with his own pent up desire he can do little to fight it.
so when the door locks behind you, inside your (sae's) penthouse he takes his time first examining your slowly bruising forehead. pain killers and a glass of water later, he draws most of the curtains, dimming the light coming into the space while you wait at the kitchen island with your second ice pack of the morning.
sure, he doesn't see a need to outright tell you he feels bad about what happened, but his actions show it plenty. it's heartwarming, butterflies swarming your belly.
a lucky gal you are, especially since all this pampering has now come to a high of your back pressed against his chest, his back to the headboard. legs spread over his as his fingers gently play with your folds. slow caresses provide just enough stimulation to avoid frustration, but little enough to avoid making your headache worse.
his eyes are shut, his intimate knowledge of just how your body works igniting a whole other type of fire in your belly. his voice is deeper now, low in your ear, "just relax for me, okay?"
you can only nod, eyes fluttering closed when his finger dips down to enter you, wetting itself before he goes back to circling your clit with the exact amount of pressure to make you crave more.
his hardness is insistent against your back, "sae.. please.." you whisper, back arching away from him. the teasing dips of his fingers slowly building a need to be filled by him to the brim.
"it's gonna be too much," he whispers, "you'll cry."
"i'll cry if you keep pretending i'm going to break," you plead, looking up at him over your shoulder.
his resolve fully cracks then, you truly know just how to play him. he reaches between you, freeing his cock from the confines of his shorts. lifting you just a bit, he manages to get it under you, slapping it against your squelching cunt.
"deep breaths, amor," he rasps, lining himself up with your entrance before he lowers you onto him, the stretch making you hiss. though, you're so slicked up already it goes in pretty similarly to when he does fully prep you.
the feeling of being filled so completely sends electric shocks to the tips of your fingers all the way down to your toes before you melt against him. he bottoms out, sighing. one hand holding up one of your thighs, the other still on your clit, rubbing the same steady circles.
you tilt your head towards him again, hand reaching back to pull his face as close as possible to yours. when your eyes meet, you muster up a teasing smile, one he can only associate with your triumph at getting what you want, in spite of his initial reluctance. he clicks his tongue, amused,
"my greedy girl. even with that giant thing on your forehead."
a/n: i like this a lot, its what i was comparing my 'old' stuff to when i made that thank u post
in today's broadcast: sae itoshi's sweet girl insist on joining him to practice, only to get hit in the head with a stray ball! your boyfriend's teammates are such meanies! luckily, he is willing to make up for it (it was not his fault) "i told her to stay home," sae sighs, side-eyeing the interviewer in annoyance.
MDNI cw: smut, fem!reader, sae playing w ur pussy into unprotected piv, u can't convince me that sae is made for any other type of gf than a spoiled one (whom he spoiled himself)
"no."
"but saee-uhhh," you drape yourself over him, arms wrapped around his waist, forehead banging gently against his back. it does nothing to stop him from putting on his shoes, unfortunately. "i don't wanna be alooonee..!"
he sighs, looking back at you over his shoulder. your expression mimics that of a kicked puppy, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't melting his resolve even the tiniest bit.
but, the horror of his lukewarm teammates seeing his pretty thing more than necessary is still stronger.
"i'll wear that one set you like so much this evening if you take me with you," you try, batting your lashes.
tempting, as you would be in anything. to no avail, the answer remains the same, "i need to go now."
he turns away, hearing you stomp your foot, "fine! i'll just ask shidou to take me with him, then. i'm sure he does want to see me."
sae's eyes narrow, head snapping back to look at you. shidou has been trying to get both into his and your pants, he's not leaving you alone with him. ever. "fine. hurry up."
the aforementioned pain in the ass hasn't wasted a single opportunity to get under sae's skin even since he met you on accident when you came to pick your boyfriend up after a match. be it a sly look here and there, or a sneakily placed hand on your waist, paired with a low whisper telling you how good of a time he can provide.
sae is definitely not oblivious to those advances, given that he was the subject of them himself ever since the two met. despite his reluctance to take you with him, the way he caresses your thigh while you're in his passenger seat tells you enough. he's glad it's not shidou you decided to share a car with, like the good girl he knows you can sometimes be.
but even then, the situation right now isn't particularly ideal either. the scorching heat made you conclude that the tiniest sundress you own is the perfect outfit to go out in. you look outrageously gorgeous. the problem being, he's definitely not the only one to think so.
which is only confirmed when his teammates catch a glimpse of you in the stands, luckily shaded over so you don't cook in the burning sun.
oliver is the first one to saunter over, emboldened by sae still being busy in the locker room. you can tell from a mile away, the sleaziness in his smile, the glint in his eyes as his gaze rakes over your soft, barely-clad body. so much for one of the most gentlemanly men on the team.
"good morning to you, sweetheart," he nods, greeting you. they've barely done any warm-ups, and yet his hair is already sticking to the sweat on his forehead.
you nod back, a bright smile on your face. sae agreeing to take you with him, even under the threat of going with shidou if he didn't, put you in an absolutely wonderful mood, "good morning, oliver."
"can't believe sae would allow us such eye candy," he teases, "every time he allows us even as much as a glimpse, you manage to look even more beautiful than the last time we saw you."
his honeyed words bring a heat with them you did not expect, eyes widening. unsure now if the sun heat up the field even more, or if oliver simply managed to heat you up himself, causing you to turn up the hand-held fan sae graciously provided for you before he went off to change.
"oh, that's so sweet-"
"why are you talking to her?" that monotone voice you love so much luckily puts you out of the flustering situation.
oliver puts his hands up in surrender, smirk widening as his eyes dart between you and your boyfriend, "simply appreciating the view, can't fault me for that, can you?"
sae doesn't answer that, eyes merely following oliver as the latter steps away with one last wink sent your way. once he's gone, your boyfriend steps closer to you, and passes you a bottle of water.
"don't dry out," he chides, one brow raised, waiting for you to challenge him somehow. especially since what he just did could be seen as a public display of jealousy. something he's not really known for doing.
you stick out your tongue at him, "same goes for you, now gimme a kiss."
he eyes you for a second, but even he can't resist the utterly sinful way you're looking right now. a little sweaty, beads rolling down into your plush bosom, gently squeezed together by the tightness of the top of your dress. your face is clearly flushed, eyes half lidded from the heat taking up much more energy from just existing. it reminds him of his privilege to see you like this even with the temperatures not working in his favor.
with a simple, yet loving in his own sae way kiss, he makes his way onto the field, actively ignoring the teasing thrown his way by his teammates.
most of your time is spent in boredom, staring at the vague silhouette of your boyfriend definitely side-eying his team. sometimes on your phone, blowing a cheeky kiss over to sae whenever he passes near.
it's a miracle the pink-haired demon hasn't come anywhere near you yet. he's there, you can hear him, but he's nowhere to be found near the side of the field where you're sitting. perhaps sae has something to do with it, or maybe it's something to do with the ball currently flying towards your face.
your handheld fan clatters to the ground as pain shoots through your head. dead-center on your forehead, the ball bounces off with a sickening thump!
you cry out, clutching your head. tears well in your eyes, nose clogging up. shouldn't the ball have lost most of its momentum over such a long distance? technicalities don't really matter anyway, all you know is the sting against your skin and the few distant 'oof's' you hear from those who witnessed it.
sae is by your side in no time, together with a sheepish, but not really, shidou who you can only guess is the cause behind the stray ball. his eyes hungrily scanning over your body. teary eyes only adding to your sweet look.
an annoyed sigh accompanies sae's examination of your face, eyes betraying the concern he actually feels. "get her some ice, you demon," he throws over his shoulder at the culprit. soft hands caress over your tear-stained cheeks, "i told you to stay home," he frowns.
sniffling, you manage a glare, "boo me for wanting to be near you."
he huffs, expression softening in that one way only you can really recognize. before he can surprise you with any more softness the man of the hour arrives with an ice pack. a sly smile on his face as he passes it directly to you, ignoring sae's outstretched hand. "my bad, princess."
the coolness soothes your thumping forehead just enough to make you forget about the giant bruise this will likely result in. with a strained smile you muster up a: "thank you."
"i'll be taking her home," sae starts gathering your stuff. "don't wait for me, i'll train on my own later."
"now, wait a second," shidou leans against the barrier separating the stands from the field, "i need to make up for this somehow. how about i join you guys, hmm?"
sae shoots him a pointed look, "you can make up for it by leaving her alone. now shoo."
the walk back to his car is filled with your quiet giggles as you mimic your boyfriend, "i've never hear you say 'shoo' before."
he deadpans, "so? what's so funny about it?"
"it just sounds silly coming from you," you burst into another fit of giggles, though you're forced to stop immediately as a sharp pain shoots through the front of your head at the strain, "yowch..!
the inside of his car is arguably worse than being outside. luckily his airco quickly soothes over your damp skin, inciting a sigh of relief from you. leaning back in your seat, eyes closed to prevent the bright sun from giving you any more of a headache than you already have.
it takes sae a while to start up the engine, something you fail to notice amidst your bliss in the cool air. his eyes rake over your profile, the subtle shine accentuating your features in a way he rarely has time to appreciate.
he tenses briefly when he sees you lick your lips, craning your neck back slightly to allow the cool relief further down your neck and under your chin. your back arches with the movement, your tits pushed out further than they already were. the curve of your back leads him to your barely-covered ass, and he feels his hands twitch with the need to grab it. the fabric of the dress flaring teasingly around the shape.
clearing his throat he finally starts the engine. his loose shorts doing nothing in terms of hiding his anticipation for when he finally gets you home. his hand automatically settles on your thigh, his fingers massaging the soft inner flesh.
"sae?" your voice breaks through the peaceful silence, uncharacteristically gentle, "can we maybe..?"
he shakes his head, "you're still hurt. i don't want to put too much strain on you."
he tries to ignore your pout he can see out of the corner of his eye, but paired with his own pent up desire he can do little to fight it.
so when the door locks behind you, inside your (sae's) penthouse he takes his time first examining your slowly bruising forehead. pain killers and a glass of water later, he draws most of the curtains, dimming the light coming into the space while you wait at the kitchen island with your second ice pack of the morning.
sure, he doesn't see a need to outright tell you he feels bad about what happened, but his actions show it plenty. it's heartwarming, butterflies swarming your belly.
a lucky gal you are, especially since all this pampering has now come to a high of your back pressed against his chest, his back to the headboard. legs spread over his as his fingers gently play with your folds. slow caresses provide just enough stimulation to avoid frustration, but little enough to avoid making your headache worse.
his eyes are shut, his intimate knowledge of just how your body works igniting a whole other type of fire in your belly. his voice is deeper now, low in your ear, "just relax for me, okay?"
you can only nod, eyes fluttering closed when his finger dips down to enter you, wetting itself before he goes back to circling your clit with the exact amount of pressure to make you crave more.
his hardness is insistent against your back, "sae.. please.." you whisper, back arching away from him. the teasing dips of his fingers slowly building a need to be filled by him to the brim.
"it's gonna be too much," he whispers, "you'll cry."
"i'll cry if you keep pretending i'm going to break," you plead, looking up at him over your shoulder.
his resolve fully cracks then, you truly know just how to play him. he reaches between you, freeing his cock from the confines of his shorts. lifting you just a bit, he manages to get it under you, slapping it against your squelching cunt.
"deep breaths, amor," he rasps, lining himself up with your entrance before he lowers you onto him, the stretch making you hiss. though, you're so slicked up already it goes in pretty similarly to when he does fully prep you.
the feeling of being filled so completely sends electric shocks to the tips of your fingers all the way down to your toes before you melt against him. he bottoms out, sighing. one hand holding up one of your thighs, the other still on your clit, rubbing the same steady circles.
you tilt your head towards him again, hand reaching back to pull his face as close as possible to yours. when your eyes meet, you muster up a teasing smile, one he can only associate with your triumph at getting what you want, in spite of his initial reluctance. he clicks his tongue, amused,
"my greedy girl. even with that giant thing on your forehead."
a/n: i like this a lot, its what i was comparing my 'old' stuff to when i made that thank u post
i dont think i could ever commit to taking requests but if you have any suggestions for what you'd like to see me write im open to hearing u out (╭ರ_•́)
in today's broadcast: a second look at bimbo!reader and her boyfriend alexis ness! featuring a permanent pain in the ass, michael kaiser! "he just won't stop trying to steal my girl!" alexis complains in an interview.
MDNI cw: fem!reader, smut, cucking (kaiser in the chair) into giving him a little taste, unprotected piv, bj&hj
"oh, lexiii~" your cheery voice echoes through the hall, the clicking of your heels swift and purposeful. your boyfriend just helped his team win yet another match, he deserves some pampering.
he's freshly changed and showered, having just now exited the locker room. his face lights up once his eyes land on you, gaze briefly directed to your barely-covered chest. he feels his pulse spike, you're so incredibly gorgeous. he heard your maniacal screaming from the stands, your support for him, and only him, clear to everyone around.
he can't wait until he can cozy up with you, feel your fingers running through his hair while he lays his head on your plush tits. maybe he can even cop a feel. though, knowing you, you'll probably put his hands there yourself.
he's about to walk up to you himself, but his vision is suddenly impeded by someone standing in front of him, back to his face. the blue rat tails give it away, as if his annoyingly smug tone didn't do so already.
"fancy seeing you here, schatz," kaiser drawls, "how kind of you to come watch me. did you come so you could give me my second win of the night?"
the clicking of your heels briefly halts, and so does his heartbeat. of course he would interrupt, he's like a sleeper agent, reactive to your voice at a moments notice.
"actually," you take a few steps closer, leaning to the side to look past him, "i'm here for lexi."
alexis is met with your bright smile as he sees your face emerge from behind his friend. his own lighting up again in an instant, "my sweetheart," he reaches out for you, trapping you in his hold the second you step into his embrace.
you both willfully ignore the scoff coming from kaiser. which is made a lot easier for alexis when you slot your cherry-flavored lips onto his, his face reddening rapidly as you waste no time before you suckle on his tongue so loudly it mirrors the echo of your heels just moments earlier. your fingers tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck, giving him an enticing preview of what's to come when he joins you home.
it's only when you finally decide you've made the situation uncomfortable enough for the people around that may or may not have scurried past that you pull away, cherry chapstick and it's subtle coloring smudged on your and your boyfriends lips.
panting, his fingers dig into your hips. as if hypnotized, unable to look away from your angelic features. a small smile gracing his lips, lovesick gaze a reflection of your own.
his smile tightens when the intimate, albeit slightly misplaced, moment is interrupted by someone clearing their throat. your eyes snap to kaiser who's doing a poor job at hiding his annoyance, if he was even trying at all. the grimace pulling the corners of his lips down paired with the furrow in his brows more telling than any insult he ever hurled at alexis prior to this.
you raise a brow, your boyfriends presence doing wonders to keep you calm even through an interruption that rude, "can we help you?" you smile, strained as it may be.
kaiser's expression quickly morphs back into his usual confident facade. he leans his shoulder against the wall, eyeing you hungrily, "do i get a kiss too? i am the mvp of this match, after all."
you feel alexis' grip on you tighten, he won't say anything, but his displeasure is clear. he hides his face in your neck, unable to look kaiser in the eye. embarrassed he's unable to defend you, leaving you to deal with such unwanted advances on your own.
your voice is sickly sweet as you pet the magenta haired man, holding him close, as if sheltering him, "my lexi is always the mvp to me, micha."
a scowl ghosts over his face just long enough for you to notice. annoyed enough that you're irritated in the first place, your life always designed to be as stress free as possible. at least, if alexis had anything to say about it. you pull your boyfriends hair to level his face with you again, feeling petty about your little moment being ruined.
as kaiser shows no signs of wanting to leave you two alone just yet, you press alexis' back to the wall behind him, batting your lashes as he sputters, eyes wide and chest flushed all the way up his neck and face. his fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to surely bruise later. it's no matter, as he'll just kiss it better.
with one last glance to a surprised kaiser, you close the distance between you and alexis, kissing him deeply, your tongue meeting his directly thanks to his parted lips. likely from the shock from your boldness.
hands running up and down his chest, thighs clenching in sync with his adorable whimpers. he gasps out your name when your hands make their way under his shirt, caressing over his defined abs. he cries out when your manicured nail, that he paid for, scratches against a vein leading down his v-line. "f-fuck, 'm so sensitive," he pants.
you bite your lip, pulling away briefly, "should i take care of it for you, lexi?"
you look so sinful yet so innocent it makes his head spin. he nods eagerly, eyes glazed over by a need for more of your touch. his skin burns where you've touched him, and the hardness of his cock through his sweats is digging into your belly. "please, i need you," he pleads, voice cracking midway through.
"can you wait until we get home?" you run another nail down the middle line on his stomach.
he shakes his head. he'll explode sooner than you can walk out of this building. sweat drips down the side of his face, tired from the exertion of holding himself back from just pouncing on you. "i'll die," he croaks.
you can't help but giggle, pouting up at him in sympathy, "aww, my poor boyfriend needs his dick sucked? well, aren't you so lucky."
you take your hands from underneath his shirt and grab him by the arm. you tug him into the, by now, empty locker room, purposefully leaving the door open. just in case.
the lights are still on, bright and obnoxious, but it's perfect for the show you wish to put on. you sit alexis down on one of the benches and kiss him again while lowering yourself onto your knees in between his legs. the tiles are cold and quite harsh on the knees, but it'll have to do.
lips still entwined, your hand dips below the waistband of his sweats, the only thing between you and him now a soaked-through pair of boxer briefs. you feel him tense, his legs around you twitching with the urge to close.
his hands are cupping your face just to keep them occupied, the noises he lets out are nothing short of adorable. pathetic, if he wasn't your boyfriend. but he is, and thank fuck for that because you'd surely use your nails for way less nice purposes if someone came onto him.
he whines when you pull away from the kiss, a line of spit collecting you two still. your face warms, he looks so cute, so spent already. and he's all yours.
you pull his pants down together with his underwear, he lifts his hips to help you. trembling in anticipation as you grab his already rock-hard and dripping cock into your hand. a tiny squeeze is all it takes for him to let out the most high pitched sound yet. somewhere between a moan of relief and a whine, "please, please, please," he lifts his hips again, already out of breath.
you giggle, "such a cutie, lexi. don't worry, i'll make it all better."
lowering your head, you take his tip into your mouth, suckling while maintaining eye contact. well, it would be if his eyes didn't roll into the back of his skull the second your lips met his crown.
swiping your tongue along his slit and under his foreskin, a full body shudder runs through him, knuckles white as he grips the edge of the bench. his hips are twitching with the urge to thrust up, but he's a good boy, and he'd never hurt you like that.
you hollow your cheeks, taking more and more of him into your mouth and down your throat with each bob of your head. the filthy sound of your sucking and gagging ring through the empty room, and do plenty to disguise the involuntary sounds of the person still standing outside, who's just now moved closer to the door.
ignoring the ache that has been building in your own gut is near impossible, especially since you're 100% convinced kaiser is listening. you hadn't heard him walk away, and you're quite certain the heavy breathing was not coming from your whimpering boyfriend.
with a sick pop! you pull your mouth off of his cock, his hips instinctively searching for it back, "liebling! fuck, please, don't stop..!" tears gather in his waterline.
you kiss his cheek as you stand up, knees already sore, "i have a better place for you to stick your dick, lexi. come on, now~"
you bend over the bench, flipping up your tiny skirt. looking back at him over your shoulder as he scrambles onto his feet to get behind you. normally, he'd take his time with prep, but right now he's way too desperate.
he's about to sob as you stop him just before he can put it in. blood running cold as you call you, "micha.. i know you're there." your tone is teasing, and oh-so arousing.
his eyes dart to the door, one he didn't realize was open all this time. he's horrified, but the thought of showing kaiser how good he makes you feel sends a new type of thrill through him he hasn't experienced before.
a beat of silence passes before the first tuft of blond hair appears in the door, followed by the rest of an extremely flustered kaiser. his cock is rock-hard in his shorts, jaw set tight. even if he isn't the one who gets to fuck you, no one in their right mind would pass up the sight for sore eyes that you are.
he closes the door behind him, the sound providing a sort of finality to the situation. he sits down on a bench on the other side of the room, hand already squeezing his cock through the fabric covering it. he has a clear view of where ness' cock will soon be entering your soaking and fluttering cunt. jealousy floods his veins, but even he knows that watching is better than sticking to his imagination. and he has imagined you, and embarrassing amount of times.
you feel alexis basically vibrating behind you, and with one last sultry look at him over your shoulder you shake your ass gently, the plush flesh jiggling, inviting him to finally take what he needs.
and he does. in one harsh stroke, he's knocked the air out of your both. he takes no time to regain his breath as he starts rutting into you desperately. by now he's familiar enough with your body that even in such a frenzy he knows just how to angle his hips to hit exactly where you need him to.
the slick sounds of him sliding in and out, combined with skin-slapping so loud it would make the most stoic of men blush creates a perfect harmony of filth. and it is soon joined by the slicked up noises of kaiser aggressively fisting his cock to the sight. lip tucked between his lips as he listens to your sinful moans, while he tries to ignore ness' ear-piercing cries.
he wishes he was the one making you feel this good. he could lead you, take care of you so much better than that crybaby. and yet he can never act on it. you chose ness, and he's being reminded of that fact in the most humiliating way possible. being able to see your pretty pussy from so close is the only silver lining.
you reach your hand down to rub furiously at your clit, alexis' pace only increasing as he fucks into you like he's got something to prove.
the pleasure is white hot, coursing through your veins as stars explode behind your eyelids. hot liquid spurts onto the floor, and you feel your boyfriend's cum fill you not long after.
he thrusts a couple more times, before stilling, plugging you up so none of it leaks out. another way of claiming you in front of, who feels is like, his biggest threat. trying to catch his breath he leans over you, leaning his forehead between your shoulder blades.
you look back at kaiser, who's movements have slowed, but he hasn't finished just yet. "lexi? mind if i give him a hand?"
his head shoots up, and kaiser looks like a hungry dog who's just been thrown a bone, "really?" your boyfriend whimpers.
"don't worry, it's just my hand," you assure him, motioning kaiser to stand in front of you. alexis petulantly stays nestled inside your puffy heat, a pout you don't see gracing his cute features.
kaiser jumps at the opportunity, even if he is a tad disappointed by not getting to be inside your mouth at least. those feelings evaporate from his mind instantly when your hand makes contact with his throbbing, furiously red and dripping cock. skin rubbed raw, now embraced by a gentle touch.
it takes a few measly strokes to have him thrusting into your hand, rope after rope of creamy cum shooting out to cover your face. he doesn't dare make a noise, but you can tell he's far from having ever experienced something like this before. especially from his 'lap dog's' girlfriend he's had his eye on for way longer than ness has.
"how was that?" he wants to answer your question, your sweet and caring voice making his heart skip a few beats, only for him to then realize the question is directed not at him, but at ness. you've stood up from you position on the bench, the sight of cum dripping between your legs and from your face onto your chest is enough to stir his dick again, but the way ness is on you immediately, wiping your face and your legs with a spare towel sours his mood right away. he tucks himself away angrily and storms out of the room, leaving a giggling you and ness behind, utterly humiliated.
at least, the sight of your face covered in his cum will last him as a lifetime of jerk-off material.
back at your place, alexis' head is resting on your chest, just like he wished earlier. hand squeezing your tit like a stress ball, he looks up at you with his wide, doe eyes, "why'd you invite him?"
your hand scratching his scalp stops briefly before you resume, "i don't really know, he just irritated me so i wanted to do something about it. i haven't upset you, have i, lexi?"
your little pout has him shaking his head vigorously, "not at all!" he lowers his head back down, nuzzling his cheek onto your tit, "i liked it. showing him i've got something he can't ever have."
giggling, you tilt his head up and place a soft kiss on his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips, "indeed, lexi. it'll always be you."
a/n: i dont know what happened i wrote this in two goes in one day i suppose this is the effect of writing for the loml (ness)
i dot think u understand the joy i feel reading my stuff from 3 months ago (start of this blog) compared to now. i've been writing obsessively almost every day since the start as it's a wonderful way for me to escape my everyday struggles and to see actual progress being made, the confirmation that my time wasn't wasted is so cathartic.
forever grateful to my lovely friend mj @slutreputation for encouraging me to start after i rambled to her about my nanami thirsts. if you like my stuff, you have her to thank for it ever seeing the light of day.
thank you to everyone who's supported me, truly from the bottom of my heart. you're wonderful, and you've made my life just that much more bearable. never think you don't matter, because you always will matter to me.
thank you for sharing this piece of the internet with me.
