Your eyes snapped open instantly. Without thinking, you reached behind you, your hand gliding over the mattress in search of something familiar.
Warm, toned skin.
Sae.
Not what you were looking for.
Your hand continued to wander over the blankets, your brows slowly knitting together as your search grew more frantic.
ââŠWhatâs wrong?â Sae asked, his voice low and rough with sleep.
He turned onto his side, lazily wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you against his chest. His warm breath brushed the back of your neck as he buried his face into your hair.
âGo back to sleep,â he mumbled, already closing his eyes again.
âI canât.â
You slipped out of his hold and sat up, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. They swept across the bed.
Nothing.
You climbed out of bed, crossed the room, and flicked on the light.
Sae let out an annoyed groan, shielding his eyes with the back of his hand.
âWhere is he?â
You planted your hands on your hips.
ââŠWho?â
He didnât even bother looking at you.
âYou know exactly who I mean.â
Sae sighed dramatically before finally cracking one eye open.
âThe shrimp?â
âYes. Sheldon.â
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
âSheldon? Your stuffed shrimp actually has a name?â
âOf course he does. His name is Sheldon Shrimp.â
You said it with complete seriousness, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
âHm.â
Sae closed his eye again.
âMaybe Sheldon Shrimp decided heâd rather spend one night away from you. Lucky for you, youâve still got Sae Itoshi.â
âI donât want to spend the night without Sheldon.â
âLifeâs unfair.â
His answer was so flat that it only made you glare harder.
âWhere did you hide him?â
There was genuine concern in your voice now.
You couldnât shake the horrible thought that Sae had done something to your favorite plush.
âI never said I hid him.â
He sounded far too innocent.
âAnd why would I?â
âSaaae.â
You dragged out his name with a frustrated whine.
âWe canât sleep like this.â
âI could.â
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at you with that usual calm, unreadable expression.
âIâd actually sleep better if my adorable girlfriend hugged me instead of a stuffed shrimp.â
You blinked.
âWe can cuddle all together⊠if youâre nice to Sheldon.â
Sae stared at you for a long moment.
ââŠIâll pass.â
âSo?â
You crossed your arms.
âWhere is he?â
He let out another quiet sigh.
âIn the closet.â
Without another word, you hurried over and opened it.
Sure enough, Sheldon Shrimp was sitting neatly on one of the shelves.
You smiled triumphantly, hugged your beloved shrimp tightly against your chest, switched the light back off, and climbed into bed again.
Satisfied, you tucked Sheldon safely between you and the blanket before instinctively reaching for Saeâs arm, wrapping yourself around it as well.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you felt it.
The slightest twitch at the corner of Saeâs mouth.
A smile.
Tiny enough that heâd deny it if you ever mentioned it.
You smiled to yourself, cuddling both Sheldon and Sae a little closer.
Jack Abbott always walks around naked. It doesnât matter if itâs broad daylight, the curtains wide open, anyone able to see him, he simply doesnât care.
Itâs always the first thing you notice.
His bare back when heâs in the kitchen making your coffee. The quiet clink of the mug, the soft morning light falling over his skin when he comes home early from his night shift. His broad shoulders, relaxed but strong. His bare, well-trained thighs as he moves around the room without a second thought. The way his biceps flex naturally when he reaches for something, completely unaware, or maybe very aware, of how youâre watching.
Sometimes, only sometimes, he wears those tight boxers. The kind that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, clinging to him just enough to make it worse instead of better. The ones where you can see the outline of his big cock.
And when he turns around⊠thereâs nothing you can do.
He doesnât mind you looking. In fact, he clearly enjoys it. The way your eyes linger on him, like itâs the first time youâve ever seen him. Like youâre memorizing every detail. Thereâs a certain confidence in the way he carries himself, completely unbothered, almost teasing, as if he knows exactly what heâs doing to you.
âPut some clothes on,â you say, tossing a pair of boxers at him, even though thereâs a hint of a smile playing on your lips. Because truthfully, you donât really mind. Thereâs something about how comfortable he is, how unapologetically himself he is around you.
âBut you look like youâre enjoying this,â he replies, raising an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his coffee before heading to bed.
âItâs not because of me,â you answer, biting your lip slightly, your gaze still fixed on him. âItâs the neighbors!â you add, laughing to cover it up.
He just shrugs. âI donât mind.â
You sigh, shaking your head. âClearly,â you say, smiling as he walks over to you.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a moment. âBe careful at work. I love you.â
Your chest fills with that familiar warmth, the kind that always seems to come with him, effortlesss and steady.
âI love you too. Sleep well,â you reply, before turning away to get ready for your day.
Your eyes snapped open instantly. Without thinking, you reached behind you, your hand gliding over the mattress in search of something familiar.
Warm, toned skin.
Sae.
Not what you were looking for.
Your hand continued to wander over the blankets, your brows slowly knitting together as your search grew more frantic.
ââŠWhatâs wrong?â Sae asked, his voice low and rough with sleep.
He turned onto his side, lazily wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you against his chest. His warm breath brushed the back of your neck as he buried his face into your hair.
âGo back to sleep,â he mumbled, already closing his eyes again.
âI canât.â
You slipped out of his hold and sat up, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. They swept across the bed.
Nothing.
You climbed out of bed, crossed the room, and flicked on the light.
Sae let out an annoyed groan, shielding his eyes with the back of his hand.
âWhere is he?â
You planted your hands on your hips.
ââŠWho?â
He didnât even bother looking at you.
âYou know exactly who I mean.â
Sae sighed dramatically before finally cracking one eye open.
âThe shrimp?â
âYes. Sheldon.â
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
âSheldon? Your stuffed shrimp actually has a name?â
âOf course he does. His name is Sheldon Shrimp.â
You said it with complete seriousness, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
âHm.â
Sae closed his eye again.
âMaybe Sheldon Shrimp decided heâd rather spend one night away from you. Lucky for you, youâve still got Sae Itoshi.â
âI donât want to spend the night without Sheldon.â
âLifeâs unfair.â
His answer was so flat that it only made you glare harder.
âWhere did you hide him?â
There was genuine concern in your voice now.
You couldnât shake the horrible thought that Sae had done something to your favorite plush.
âI never said I hid him.â
He sounded far too innocent.
âAnd why would I?â
âSaaae.â
You dragged out his name with a frustrated whine.
âWe canât sleep like this.â
âI could.â
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at you with that usual calm, unreadable expression.
âIâd actually sleep better if my adorable girlfriend hugged me instead of a stuffed shrimp.â
You blinked.
âWe can cuddle all together⊠if youâre nice to Sheldon.â
Sae stared at you for a long moment.
ââŠIâll pass.â
âSo?â
You crossed your arms.
âWhere is he?â
He let out another quiet sigh.
âIn the closet.â
Without another word, you hurried over and opened it.
Sure enough, Sheldon Shrimp was sitting neatly on one of the shelves.
You smiled triumphantly, hugged your beloved shrimp tightly against your chest, switched the light back off, and climbed into bed again.
Satisfied, you tucked Sheldon safely between you and the blanket before instinctively reaching for Saeâs arm, wrapping yourself around it as well.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you felt it.
The slightest twitch at the corner of Saeâs mouth.
A smile.
Tiny enough that heâd deny it if you ever mentioned it.
You smiled to yourself, cuddling both Sheldon and Sae a little closer.
Hii omg i love your works even though i dont know who the characters are lmaoo đ
But i was wondering if you could do something where Sae gets like jealous from reader having a plushie of Sae that she cuddles more with. So one day he just throws it out or hides it from her.
You can choose what happens after and everything else!!
Thanks alot if you end you doing it!! â€ïž
Hey!
First of all thank you soooo much, I really appreciate itđ„čâ€ïž
I'm so sorry you had to wait so long! But here is your finished os and I hope you like itt!
Your eyes snapped open instantly. Without thinking, you reached behind you, your hand gliding over the mattress in search of something familiar.
Warm, toned skin.
Sae.
Not what you were looking for.
Your hand continued to wander over the blankets, your brows slowly knitting together as your search grew more frantic.
ââŠWhatâs wrong?â Sae asked, his voice low and rough with sleep.
He turned onto his side, lazily wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you against his chest. His warm breath brushed the back of your neck as he buried his face into your hair.
âGo back to sleep,â he mumbled, already closing his eyes again.
âI canât.â
You slipped out of his hold and sat up, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. They swept across the bed.
Nothing.
You climbed out of bed, crossed the room, and flicked on the light.
Sae let out an annoyed groan, shielding his eyes with the back of his hand.
âWhere is he?â
You planted your hands on your hips.
ââŠWho?â
He didnât even bother looking at you.
âYou know exactly who I mean.â
Sae sighed dramatically before finally cracking one eye open.
âThe shrimp?â
âYes. Sheldon.â
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
âSheldon? Your stuffed shrimp actually has a name?â
âOf course he does. His name is Sheldon Shrimp.â
You said it with complete seriousness, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
âHm.â
Sae closed his eye again.
âMaybe Sheldon Shrimp decided heâd rather spend one night away from you. Lucky for you, youâve still got Sae Itoshi.â
âI donât want to spend the night without Sheldon.â
âLifeâs unfair.â
His answer was so flat that it only made you glare harder.
âWhere did you hide him?â
There was genuine concern in your voice now.
You couldnât shake the horrible thought that Sae had done something to your favorite plush.
âI never said I hid him.â
He sounded far too innocent.
âAnd why would I?â
âSaaae.â
You dragged out his name with a frustrated whine.
âWe canât sleep like this.â
âI could.â
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at you with that usual calm, unreadable expression.
âIâd actually sleep better if my adorable girlfriend hugged me instead of a stuffed shrimp.â
You blinked.
âWe can cuddle all together⊠if youâre nice to Sheldon.â
Sae stared at you for a long moment.
ââŠIâll pass.â
âSo?â
You crossed your arms.
âWhere is he?â
He let out another quiet sigh.
âIn the closet.â
Without another word, you hurried over and opened it.
Sure enough, Sheldon Shrimp was sitting neatly on one of the shelves.
You smiled triumphantly, hugged your beloved shrimp tightly against your chest, switched the light back off, and climbed into bed again.
Satisfied, you tucked Sheldon safely between you and the blanket before instinctively reaching for Saeâs arm, wrapping yourself around it as well.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you felt it.
The slightest twitch at the corner of Saeâs mouth.
A smile.
Tiny enough that heâd deny it if you ever mentioned it.
You smiled to yourself, cuddling both Sheldon and Sae a little closer.
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
đ 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.
đ 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
đ word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
đ credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read this...
đ A/N: piggybacking off this post. based off an argument i had w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki!
"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 â 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 yourâ
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 wereâall 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 Rinâ"
"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!"
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 youâ
"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 andâ
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 kneesâthey 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 goesâa 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.
"Pfftâ 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 aâ"
"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 favouriteâFrench 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 perfectânobody wasâSae 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 firmerâneedier.
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.
"Mmmâ" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeahâSaeâit'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 goodâso, 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 hotâsuffocatingly 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!â"
"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, yâknowâŠ"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used toâmirth. 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 Iâ 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 thisâ"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfftâ 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."
"Iâ" 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.
"Saeâ" 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."
"Noâ 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. "NoâNo shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yoursâone stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!â"
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 youâsofter 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'reâ" 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 thisâ"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thighâan 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. "Owâ"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kissâall 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. "Mmâ"
"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'sâ" 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'reâ"
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?"
"Shâ 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 soâ" 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. "Ahâ 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 godâ" 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!â This is so embarrassingâ"
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 dieâ"
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 harsherâneedier.
"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 himâhis shirt, his shoulderâto 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 breathingâpanting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my godâSae!"
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'mâ"
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 harshlyâso 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?"
"Shâ 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 youâ I know what that isâ"
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 cuteâalmost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skinâ
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 hairâoutwardly 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.
Your voice cut clean through the room, sharp and unapologetic. The intern froze, then shut up immediately. They always did.
You stepped away from the bed, already done with the entire situation. âChart it,â you said shortly. âAnd donât mess it up.â
You pulled off your gloves with a sharp snap, tossing them into the trash without looking. The patient behind you had nothing more than a minor fracture, stable, straightforward. If the intern couldnât handle that, they had bigger problems.
The patient thank you before you left the room with a small, professional nod.
You paused just long enough to glance back over your shoulder. The intern was still standing there, stiff, like they werenât sure if they were allowed to breathe without permission. You just shaked your head, slightly in disbelief.
The door swung shut behind you, muting the room instantly.
Out here, everything moved again, stretchers rolling past, voices overlapping, the low, constant rhythm of a hospital that never really sleeps.
You exhaled quietly, rolling your shoulders once before heading toward a computer to check the charts the interns were supposed to finish.
âWhere did you leave your intern?â Dr. Robby stopped beside you like heâd been waiting for you to come out.
âIn the room.â A pause. âHopefully learning something.â
He huffed a laugh at that. âYou know weâre supposed to teach them, right?â
You stopped at the computer, logging in without looking at him. Your fingers moved fast over the keyboard, already pulling up the patientâs chart.
âItâd be easier,â you said, tone flat, âif they stopped trying to question my intelligence every five seconds.â The keyboard clicked under your hands.
Robby leaned against the counter slightly, watching you for a moment. âYâknow,â he said, almost casually, âI remember someone else being just like that on their first day.â
A faint smirk pulled at your lips, humorless. âYeah?â you muttered, eyes still on the screen. âNot me.â
He laughed under his breath, âSure.â
You didnât respond and after a second, he pushed himself off the counter. âTry not to scare all of them off,â he added, already turning away.
â no promises â
As soon as you lift your gaze, you already see him. You feel his eyes on you.
Whitaker.
He has been watching you from across the room.
So you raise an eyebrow, sharp and questioning.
As soon as he breaks free from his stare, his cheeks turn a barely noticeable shade of red before he looks away.
Cold air hit you the moment you stepped outside, refreshing against your skin. A few strands had slipped free from your messy bun, moving with the night wind as you exhaled quietly.
The entrance area was quieter now. Just the distant hum of the hospital behind you, doors sliding open and closing again.
A faint smell of cigarettes caught your attention.
You barely had to look before you saw him. Whitaker.
Leaning slightly against the wall, a cigarette between his lips, exhaling slowly as the smoke curled up and disappeared into the cold air.
Of course he was still here.
You pulled your own pack out without a word, placing one between your lips as you walked over.
He noticed you immediately.
His eyes flicked up, surprised, but not quite caught off guard enough to move. You stopped in front of him.
âDidnât know you smoked,â you said, voice calm, almost casual.
Before he could answer, you reached for his collar and pulled him down just slightly. Not rough, just enough to close the distance. He was taller, but that didnât matter.
His cigarette glowed bright at the tip as yours met it. A small spark, then the quiet burn as it lit.
You took your first inhale like it was nothing new, like it meant nothing at all, and exhaled slowly through your lips, releasing the smoke.
He was staring. Obviously.
âI didnât know you smoked,â you repeated, different this time, less statement, more question.
That finally seemed to snap him out of it.
He looked away, not at you, but up at the dark sky instead. You probably think he's a creep anyways, since you always catch him starkng.
âI only do sometimes,â he said. âOn rough days.â
You gave a small nod, flicking ash off the end of your cigarette. âSo today was rough?â
âYeah,â he admitted. âIt really was.â
For a moment, neither of you said anything. Just standing there. Side by side. Smoking in silence like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You glanced at him properly now.
Whitaker had always been your type. His arms, the way the muscles showed when he moved or lifted something. Those eyes.
He had always been kind to the interns, the patients, and probably every person on the goddamn planet.
âYou need something to relax?â you ask, catching the brief flicker of shock in his eyes.
His room looks exactly how you expected, study sheets scattered everywhere, some dirty clothes on the floor, empty energy drink cans. Typical. First-year resident physician, he barely has time to breathe.
Dennis is hovering over you, pressing you down into the mattress as his lips crash into yours like two colliding planets.
You like the way he takes the lead, a soft moan slipping into his mouth.
One of his hands rests beside your head, the other moving slowly over your hips, dangerously close to your waistband before drifting upward.
âGod, youâre beautiful,â he murmurs, his voice warm against your skin.
His lips find your neck, and you tilt your head slightly, giving him more space. Theyâre hot, soft, leving a trail that makes your breath catch.
âPlease, DennisâŠâ you whisper.
That earns you a surprised grin.
âYou saying âpleaseâ is new,â he mutters. âBut I like it.â
His hands slip under your shirt, moving to your back before unclasping your bra in one smooth motion. He cups your breast, squeezing gently, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.
âOhâGodâŠâ you breathe, your body trembling beneath him. âPleaseââ
You donât even know what youâre asking for. Just more.
He lifts your shirt, pausing for a second, a silent question. You nod, and he pulls it over your head, discarding it along with your bra.
Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back down into a kiss as you tug his shirt off. His skin is warm beneath your touch, smooth, but his arms are firm, defined.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer until you can feel his erection through his pants.
He settles between your legs, holding himself up with his hands on either side of your head.
When you finally pull away from his lips, you catch it. A grin. And his cheeks flushed red.
Your hands move to his jeans, fingers fumbling slightly as you try to open his belt.
âDennis⊠I need you,â you breathe, looking up at him, and something in your expression clearly gets to him.
He doesnât waste time. His belt is undone in seconds, jeans pushed down just enough before his attention is back on you.
His hand finds your chest again, squeezing as his thumb brushes over your nipple, sending a sharp wave through you. At the same time, his mouth moves to the other, lips warm as he kisses, licks, and gently bites.
âYouâre perfect,â he murmurs against your skin.
Your back arches instinctively, chasing more of him.
âPlease, DennisâŠâ you beg softly.
A quiet chuckle leaves him, low and amused.
âDidnât know you could beg like this.â
âPleaseââ you repeat, more desperate now, your thighs pressing together as the heat builds.
His hands move lower, hooking into your pants and slowly pulling them down over your hips as you lift them for him. He takes his time, eyes on you as youâre left in nothing but your panties.
âThis colorâŠâ he mutters, almost to himself, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric. âLooks so fucking pretty on you.â
The lace is a soft violet, almost lilac.
âYouâre definitely keeping them on.â
His lips trail down your body again, slower this time, more deliberate. Your breath catches when his fingers slip under the edge of your panties, brushing against you, teasing.
âAlready this wet?â he murmurs but you can hear him grinning.
Your only answer is a broken sound, barely holding together.
His fingers move with more purpose now, slow at first, circling your clit, sliding though your flods, making your hips lift slightly against his hand. Then he pushes in, and the reaction is instant.
âGodââ you gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as your body reacts on its own.
He keeps moving, steady, watching every little reaction you give him. And itâs too much in the best way.
When he pulls his hand away, the loss makes you whine softly.
He reaches for a condom, tearing it open quickly after pushing his boxers down. His movements are efficient, but thereâs still something controlled about themâlike he knows exactly what heâs doing. And thatâs fucking hot.
Heâs not particularly thick, but heâs longâreally fucking long.
Then heâs back between your legs.
He shifts your panties aside, his hand steady on your hip as he lines himself up. You feel him hard at your entrance.
The first push makes both of you react at the same time.
âFuckââ you breathe, your head falling back.
âYouâre so tight,â he mutters, his voice rougher now. âRelax⊠Iâve got you, pretty â
You feel every inch as he moves slowly, giving you time to adjust, even though your body already feels stretched around him.
âDennisââ you gasp, your fingers tightening against him.
âI know,â he murmurs, a little breathless now. âAlmost there⊠youâre doing so good for me.â
Then, with one final, deeper push, he fully settles into you
His hips move back and forth, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room, and youâre both a moaning mess.
âFuck⊠youâre so pretty,â he breathes out, voice strained. His forehead is glistening with sweat, soft curls moving with every thrust.
âDennisâŠâ you moan, feeling your stomach tighten, your muscles clenching as you chase that high.
âFuckâ!â
âYouâre gripping me so tight, pretty,â he mutters through clenched teeth. âGonna cum like thisâŠâ
You only nod, barely able to form words, the feeling building higher and higher.
âOh Godââ your legs start to tremble, the tension snapping tighter, and when Dennis thrusts into you one last time, hard and deep, you break.
âDennis!â you cry out, your body collapsing as you come around him, legs shaking while he keeps moving through it.
âShitâso tight,â he groans, his rhythm losing control.
Not long after, you feel the warmthâ and then heâs done too.
He drops down beside you, both of you out of breath.
roommate!dennis who definitely eats all of your avocados, then replaces them, only to eat those too.....But to be fair, he also makes the best guacamole youâve ever had.
roommate!dennis who always knocks and waits for you to invite him in, even though youâve told him a hundred times he doesnât have to.
roommate!dennis who, sometimes, when youâre out, heâll dance around the apartment for no reason, so you end up catching him mid-spin when you come back home.
roommate!dennis whoâs careful about not wasting food, always finding a way to use leftovers or save things for later.
roommate!dennis who never complains about your loud music or the dishes you occasionally leave in the sink when youâre too busy to deal with them.
roommate!dennis who constantly misplaces his things âkeys, shoes, his backpack, his jacketsâ and somehow it always turns into a full apartment search.
He always says âIâll remember where I put it this timeâ âŠhe never does.
roommate!dennis who falls asleep in the most random placesâcouch, floor, halfway sitting upâand insists he was âjust resting his eyes.â
roommate!dennis whoâs the type to bring you food without asking when you forget to eat. Sometimes he brings little snacks, fruits or crackers, but he makes sure that you eat enough.
roommate!dennis who randomly shows up in your doorway just to talk, even if he doesnât really have anything important to say. Sometimes when he's bored he just stands there, watching you not knowing what else to do.
roommate!dennis who definitely eats all of your avocados, then replaces them, only to eat those too.....But to be fair, he also makes the best guacamole youâve ever had.
roommate!dennis who always knocks and waits for you to invite him in, even though youâve told him a hundred times he doesnât have to.
roommate!dennis who, sometimes, when youâre out, heâll dance around the apartment for no reason, so you end up catching him mid-spin when you come back home.
roommate!dennis whoâs careful about not wasting food, always finding a way to use leftovers or save things for later.
roommate!dennis who never complains about your loud music or the dishes you occasionally leave in the sink when youâre too busy to deal with them.
roommate!dennis who constantly misplaces his things âkeys, shoes, his backpack, his jacketsâ and somehow it always turns into a full apartment search.
He always says âIâll remember where I put it this timeâ âŠhe never does.
roommate!dennis who falls asleep in the most random placesâcouch, floor, halfway sitting upâand insists he was âjust resting his eyes.â
roommate!dennis whoâs the type to bring you food without asking when you forget to eat. Sometimes he brings little snacks, fruits or crackers, but he makes sure that you eat enough.
roommate!dennis who randomly shows up in your doorway just to talk, even if he doesnât really have anything important to say. Sometimes when he's bored he just stands there, watching you not knowing what else to do.
roommate!dennis who definitely eats all of your avocados, then replaces them, only to eat those too.....But to be fair, he also makes the best guacamole youâve ever had.
roommate!dennis who always knocks and waits for you to invite him in, even though youâve told him a hundred times he doesnât have to.
roommate!dennis who, sometimes, when youâre out, heâll dance around the apartment for no reason, so you end up catching him mid-spin when you come back home.
roommate!dennis whoâs careful about not wasting food, always finding a way to use leftovers or save things for later.
roommate!dennis who never complains about your loud music or the dishes you occasionally leave in the sink when youâre too busy to deal with them.
roommate!dennis who constantly misplaces his things âkeys, shoes, his backpack, his jacketsâ and somehow it always turns into a full apartment search.
He always says âIâll remember where I put it this timeâ âŠhe never does.
roommate!dennis who falls asleep in the most random placesâcouch, floor, halfway sitting upâand insists he was âjust resting his eyes.â
roommate!dennis whoâs the type to bring you food without asking when you forget to eat. Sometimes he brings little snacks, fruits or crackers, but he makes sure that you eat enough.
roommate!dennis who randomly shows up in your doorway just to talk, even if he doesnât really have anything important to say. Sometimes when he's bored he just stands there, watching you not knowing what else to do.
âYou know⊠we still have time for one last danceâ Geto said, extending his hand. He waited, calm and patient, not needing you to take it, not pressing, just watching. And still, you slid your hand into his.
You swallowed and nodded, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill.
Your hand fit perfectly in his, as it always had. They had always matched, like two puzzle pieces that belonged together, even if they were part of completely different pictures.
Your eyes stung. Maybe they were red, betraying the tears you had been holding back, burning quietly inside.
Geto held your hand lightly, as if it were made of porcelain, fragile and delicate. His other hand rested against your back, guiding you closer without insistence, just enough to keep you moving with him.
Your hand lay on his shoulder, your head pressed to his chest, and you looked away. You couldnât let him see how much it hurt, couldnât let him watch the pain in your eyes.
Every inhale tightened your chest, every exhale made your lungs feel as if they might catch fire. There had been a lump in your throat all evening, stubborn and heavy, keeping your voice trapped, because you knew that if you tried to speak, the tears would come, racing down your cheeks like fragments of the dream you had once imagined for your future together.
A dream that was already shattered.
You wished you could freeze this moment as it was.
Geto in his perfect suit, hair neatly in place, his hand holding yours. You in your red dress, heels pressing against the floor, head leaning against his chest.
You could hear his heartbeat. Calm, steady, almost indifferent. Not like yours, frantic, pounding so violently it felt like it might burst from your chest.
You bit your lip, trying to transfer the pain in your chest somewhere else, trying to hold back the tears that burned behind your eyes.
The ballroom was quiet, or perhaps it only seemed so, as if everyone else were lost in their own world.
The pianist played a soft tune as you and Geto swayed together. You needed it. He didnât. You clung to the motion, to the closeness, because it was only you who could still hope for something that no longer existed.
Geto had already made his choice, and it wasn't you, but for another life, another world he imagined. One that wasnât built for you, one that didnât share your values or the dreams you had fought for all these years.
And still, it didnât make the pain any less real. Because you knew that the moment he stepped out of the ballroom, there would be no turning back. He had already closed the chapter, with you, with your relationship. Perhaps even with himself.
And it was you who couldnât let go.
You only had a few seconds left. You could feel it, hear it, because you knew the song the pianist was playing, and soon the last notes would fade into silence.
Your eyes burned, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât stop the tears. One slid down your cheek, and it felt as if the air itself were being squeezed from your lungs. The lump in your throat grew heavier with every heartbeat, your chest tightening, and your hand gripped Getoâs shoulder, a desperate, hopeless attempt to keep him close, even for just a moment longer.
You thought of his warmth, that careless laugh, the way loose strands of hair danced from his bun across his face, the mornings he would tickle you at sunrise just to hear you laugh. Every memory pressed against you, unbearably vivid, as if the world had narrowed down to just this one final moment with him.
âDonât go...â, your voice cracked, breaking like a wrong, strangled note.
âI canât stay.â
He didnât hesitate. He said what you had known for so long but refused to accept.
Slowly, he let go of your hand, and immediately a coldness swept over you, crawling along your skin, leaving a hollow ache that seemed to reach your bones.
Tears fell silently down your cheeks as his hand slipped away, and a small, helpless sob escaped your throat.
Your hand didnât leave his shoulder, clinging as if it could anchor him to you. He gently took your wrist and guided your hand down to rest at your side before letting it fall completely. The finality of it felt unbearable, the space between you growing with every second.
You lifted your head from his chest, and in the few silent seconds your eyes met, the world seemed to tilt, and the ground vanished beneath your feet.
âGood night" Geto said, his voice quiet, even, without warmth. No farewell, no promise, nothing but the simple words, because neither of you could know if there would ever be another chance.
âYou know⊠we still have time for one last danceâ Geto said, extending his hand. He waited, calm and patient, not needing you to take it, not pressing, just watching. And still, you slid your hand into his.
You swallowed and nodded, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill.
Your hand fit perfectly in his, as it always had. They had always matched, like two puzzle pieces that belonged together, even if they were part of completely different pictures.
Your eyes stung. Maybe they were red, betraying the tears you had been holding back, burning quietly inside.
Geto held your hand lightly, as if it were made of porcelain, fragile and delicate. His other hand rested against your back, guiding you closer without insistence, just enough to keep you moving with him.
Your hand lay on his shoulder, your head pressed to his chest, and you looked away. You couldnât let him see how much it hurt, couldnât let him watch the pain in your eyes.
Every inhale tightened your chest, every exhale made your lungs feel as if they might catch fire. There had been a lump in your throat all evening, stubborn and heavy, keeping your voice trapped, because you knew that if you tried to speak, the tears would come, racing down your cheeks like fragments of the dream you had once imagined for your future together.
A dream that was already shattered.
You wished you could freeze this moment as it was.
Geto in his perfect suit, hair neatly in place, his hand holding yours. You in your red dress, heels pressing against the floor, head leaning against his chest.
You could hear his heartbeat. Calm, steady, almost indifferent. Not like yours, frantic, pounding so violently it felt like it might burst from your chest.
You bit your lip, trying to transfer the pain in your chest somewhere else, trying to hold back the tears that burned behind your eyes.
The ballroom was quiet, or perhaps it only seemed so, as if everyone else were lost in their own world.
The pianist played a soft tune as you and Geto swayed together. You needed it. He didnât. You clung to the motion, to the closeness, because it was only you who could still hope for something that no longer existed.
Geto had already made his choice, and it wasn't you, but for another life, another world he imagined. One that wasnât built for you, one that didnât share your values or the dreams you had fought for all these years.
And still, it didnât make the pain any less real. Because you knew that the moment he stepped out of the ballroom, there would be no turning back. He had already closed the chapter, with you, with your relationship. Perhaps even with himself.
And it was you who couldnât let go.
You only had a few seconds left. You could feel it, hear it, because you knew the song the pianist was playing, and soon the last notes would fade into silence.
Your eyes burned, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât stop the tears. One slid down your cheek, and it felt as if the air itself were being squeezed from your lungs. The lump in your throat grew heavier with every heartbeat, your chest tightening, and your hand gripped Getoâs shoulder, a desperate, hopeless attempt to keep him close, even for just a moment longer.
You thought of his warmth, that careless laugh, the way loose strands of hair danced from his bun across his face, the mornings he would tickle you at sunrise just to hear you laugh. Every memory pressed against you, unbearably vivid, as if the world had narrowed down to just this one final moment with him.
âDonât go...â, your voice cracked, breaking like a wrong, strangled note.
âI canât stay.â
He didnât hesitate. He said what you had known for so long but refused to accept.
Slowly, he let go of your hand, and immediately a coldness swept over you, crawling along your skin, leaving a hollow ache that seemed to reach your bones.
Tears fell silently down your cheeks as his hand slipped away, and a small, helpless sob escaped your throat.
Your hand didnât leave his shoulder, clinging as if it could anchor him to you. He gently took your wrist and guided your hand down to rest at your side before letting it fall completely. The finality of it felt unbearable, the space between you growing with every second.
You lifted your head from his chest, and in the few silent seconds your eyes met, the world seemed to tilt, and the ground vanished beneath your feet.
âGood night" Geto said, his voice quiet, even, without warmth. No farewell, no promise, nothing but the simple words, because neither of you could know if there would ever be another chance.
