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[r1nitoshi1]

TEARS AND THE TASTE OF YOU — sae itoshi .

࣪ 𝜗𝒞 ៸ ࣪: needy tears and precious taste.

The breeze that fluttered through the window, of which you had opened earlier, was icy in contrast to the heat between your legs right now.

The heat between you and him.

Sae kissed down your neck—slow, lingering pecks— using his extensive knowledge on what made you shudder, and biting down on the rapid thrum from your pulse point in a silent warning to keep going.

He was so responsive like this—like the teasing and pushing was the only time you could get him to lose a fraction of his usual composure, to just be more open about what he wanted in return for putting up with all this tension built up between the two of you.

He exhaled sharply through his nose before leaning down to capture a kiss—this one slower but somehow hotter than any other placed tonight.

His hands began their climb up trembling thighs without a hint of hesitation anymore, hiding a quiet desperation that had been simmering for far too long.

”Touch me. Please Sae.”

His voice came out huskier than before when he finally spoke, still breathless, yet with a lilt of that dangerous edge that only ever seemed to surface at moments like this.

"Is that what you want? For me to touch you?"

His breath was rough against your ear, a focused expression fixed on his face as he watched every twitch of pleasure ripple through you beneath him, like maybe watching you fall apart was becoming his new favourite pastime.

“Like this?”

His thumb circled your clit once before pressing deliberately hard enough to make heat spike straight to your gut, just to sit and build there.

He didn’t tease or go slow—just pressed right where you needed him most, his other hand keeping your hip pinned down, his body tense as if it had been coiled taut for far too long, straining to be freed.

He couldn’t help the groan that escaped at the sight of you— your body trembling, legs held wide open for him like some kind of offering he couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to.

His free hand kept you spread exactly how he liked, fingers pressing and curling with ruthless precision as his thumb dragged over your peak in rough strokes that had your back arching off the bed beneath him.

”Sae. Please I’m so-“

His breath hitched—sharp and ragged—as your nails bit into his arm, all burn and sting.

His thumb circled once more before pressing down firmly against sensitive nub, body leaning in close enough that you could feel hot exhales ghosting over your lips.

“You can hold it.”

”I can’t!”

"Yes, you can."

“I can’t..”

He listened to your protest die out, weakening as your eyelids did too, tears dribbling down a face contorted with pleasure and overstimulation.

He kissed the corner of your mouth gently, catching tears with soft brushes of his lips as they slid across your cheeks.

It was the most tender you had ever seen Sae—a contrast to his rough demeanor, the usual coldness, always so calculating, now replaced by the soft kisses placed along your face.

He whispered again between every touch.

"You. Can."

His lips grazed over your jawline—moving further until he could press a kiss just below the corner of your eye.

"Breathe."

It was a command—low and rough but not without care as he leaned in to whisper against your ear.

“Breathe for me."

Motions returned, working against you gently but with purpose this time—his thumb pressing down firmer with every pass, punctuating each word with a kiss against your cheek.

"That's it."

Sae watched you—every single second.

The way your body arched off the bed, how your thighs trembled around his hand as pleasure ripped through you in waves so intense they nearly hurt.

He didn’t stop until he felt every last shudder slow beneath him—until all that was left were quiet whimpers and ragged breaths.

He watched your gaze follow the movement of his fingers, and when you finally caught sight of the glistening fluid shimmering faintly over his skin— even in dim light, he brought those same soaked digits to his lips, tongue dragging slowly and tasting you with deliberate slowness like every drop was something precious.

© -r1nitosh1. don’t copy , translate, repost, without permission. don’t feed my work to ai.

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[r1nitoshi1]

how do we feel about getting fingered by sae. lol. ✌️

[whoreifyy]

𝓘toshi 𝓢ae, giving him head.

you plop down to your knees in front of sae as he sits on the couch his legs spread and his muscular arms crossed.

“you don’t have to do this.” he says sharply avoiding any eye contact, because this is way too vulnerable for him and it makes him feel weak. “but i want to,” you say moving your hand to caress his thigh he sucks in a sharp breath finally looking down at you clicking his tongue.

“…fine. ”

you nod slowly pulling down his old soccer shorts and then his briefs next, his thick veiny cock slapping against his stomach where a patch of dark magenta hair lies. the tip already leaking and red just aching to have your mouth around it. your hand wraps around his shaft making him let out a grunt his hips slightly bucking into your fist. “excited?” you say smirking up at him he scoffs shaking his head,

“don’t get so full of yourself.”

you laugh slowly moving your hand up and down his thick length making him chew on his bottom lip before your lips finally wrap around his cock.

he groans in pleasure at the feeling of the heat of your mouth suctioned around his thick cock. your tongue swirls around the slit his head drops down against the couch making him let out soft quiet moans.

his hand moves to rest in your hair his fingers running through the strands as his hips slowly buck into your mouth. you take him deeper in your mouth feeling the tip hit the back of your throat,

“fuck… right there,” his hand moves to guide your head with his movements just aching for his release.

your mouth moves down to suck on his balls he can’t help the moans spilling out of him as your tongue swirls around his balls and your mouth sucking just right on them. “hah… feels good…” “more…”

you obey and suck harder onto his heavy aching balls then move to take his whole cock down your throat. drool spilling from both sides of your mouth as he thrusts his cock deeper into your throat feeling it twitch and hit the back making you gag.

he groans when you take all of him his hand still guiding your further onto his cock until his hips stutter and his balls twitch before spilling his thick load onto your tongue.

he pants looking down at you, “swallow.” you nod and swallow opening your mouth to show you listened. “…good girl.”

[lumiambrose]

the problem with looking at you ft. Sae Itoshi

・❥・nsfw mdni your dear friend sae gets you soaked 24/7. if only he knew the impact he had on you... he might even help out

the issue started three weeks ago. maybe four. you'd stopped counting because counting meant admitting it was a problem and you were not ready to do that.

it started small. sae walking through the front door of his flat after training, hair damp and loose around his jaw, jersey stuck to every line of his chest and you'd looked up from where you were sitting cross-legged on his sofa and felt something short-circuit behind your sternum. heat. low and immediate. the kind that embarrassed you.

you'd excused yourself to the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face for four minutes.

it happened again two weeks later. he'd been sitting across from you at the kitchen island, eating silently, teal eyes dragging over something on his phone and the light caught the line of his jaw and you'd pressed your thighs together under the counter and convinced yourself it meant nothing.

the third time, you'd just left.

grabbed your jacket mid-sentence, said something about an appointment you'd definitely forgotten to mention and practically bolted. sae had watched you go with that flat, unreadable expression he wore for everything. like nothing surprised him. like you were mildly irritating at best.

you'd gone home and taken care of it yourself, which helped for about two days.

so now you were doing the only rational thing available to you: avoiding him completely.

texts went unanswered for half a day at a time. when he called, you picked up but kept the conversations short, clipped, full of excuses. you're busy. you're tired. you've got to go. he didn't push. that was the thing about sae, he never pushed and somehow that made it worse.

three days of successful avoidance. then four.

you told yourself it was fine.

then he showed up at your door on a thursday evening with no warning, which was very on-brand for him, wearing a plain grey shirt and grey sweats with his hair pulled half-back. you opened the door and immediately felt your stomach drop straight through the floor.

"you've been weird," he said. not a question.

"i've been busy."

"no you haven't." he tilted his head slightly, teal eyes moving over your face with that quiet, surgical focus he usually reserved for reading a pitch. it was extremely unfair. "let me in."

"sae—"

"let me in."

you stepped back. because of course you did.

he came in and stood in the centre of your living room and looked at you and you looked anywhere but directly at him, which was its own problem because every angle of him was the problem.

"what's going on with you."

"nothing."

"you left my flat mid-conversation two weeks ago."

"i told you, i had—"

"you didn't have anything." flat. certain. "you're lying."

the silence stretched. you crossed your arms over your chest, a stupid defensive reflex and his eyes dropped to the motion and came back up. you wanted to sink into the floor and disappear forever.

"i'm fine. i just needed some space."

"from me."

"from… my situation?"

something shifted in his expression. not much. sae's face never gave him away completely. but his chin dipped slightly, eyes narrowing and you watched him file that sentence away and take it apart.

"what situation."

oh, you hated him.

"nothing. drop it."

he didn't drop it. he stepped closer. not crowding you, just… closer, one deliberate move that cut the distance in half and you felt your breath do something pathetic and uncoordinated.

"tell me."

"sae, i swear to god—"

"tell me."

and the way he said it the second time, quiet and low and with that absolute certainty that you would, something in your chest caved in.

"you're…" you pressed your lips together. hated the words before they were even out. "you're really difficult to be around sometimes. okay? you're… it's distracting. you're distracting. and i needed to not be distracted."

the silence after that was horrible.

then sae said, very quietly, "distracting."

"don't."

"how."

"sae."

"how am i distracting you."

your face was burning. he was looking at you with something that wasn't quite amusement but was adjacent to it, the faintest softening at the corners of that cold, pretty mouth and that was exactly the problem. that was the whole problem. you were staring at his mouth right now and your thighs were pressing together without your permission and you absolutely could not say any of this out loud.

except your face said it for you.

he went very still. then he stepped closer again. close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to hold his gaze, close enough that you could smell him, that specific warmth of clean skin and something underneath it that you'd catalogued against your will over the past month.

"you've been avoiding me," he said slowly, "because you're attracted to me."

"i hate you."

"that's not a no."

his hand came up and your heart lurched sideways, but he only tucked a piece of your hair back from your face. slow. deliberate. his fingers barely grazed your cheek and you felt it everywhere.

"you could've just said something," he said.

"sure. extremely easy thing to just say."

"it is."

"for you maybe. some of us have normal human feelings and get embarrassed."

something flickered through his expression. not quite a smile. but close. his hand stayed near your jaw, thumb just barely resting at the corner of your cheek.

"i've been waiting," he said, "for a while."

the bottom dropped out of your stomach. "you've been—"

"waiting." his thumb dragged slowly, just once, across your cheekbone. "for you to stop being so lukewarm about it."

you laughed before you could stop it, a short startled thing. "you're such an arse."

"yeah." he tilted your chin up. "come here."

he kissed like he did everything else. precise. purposeful. like he'd already decided exactly what he wanted and was taking it without apology. no fumbling, no hesitation, just his hand cupped around your jaw and his mouth on yours and the immediate, bone-deep relief of something you'd been tensed against for weeks finally letting go.

you grabbed his shirt.

he made a low sound against your mouth and walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the sofa, then guided you down onto it, settling between your thighs with a composed ease that made you want to scream. he was still so collected. still him. meanwhile your hands were shaking slightly where they gripped his shoulders.

"sae—"

"i know." he pulled back just enough to look at you, teal eyes dragging down the length of you with that same quiet precision. whatever he saw made him dip back in, mouth at your jaw, your throat, your collarbone.

you pulled at his shirt. he helped you get it off.

and then you stopped thinking coherently for a while.

his hands were methodical and devastating, peeling your clothes off with a patience that was its own kind of cruelty, touching every inch of skin he uncovered like he was filing it away. you were already embarrassingly wet by the time he got your underwear off. he noticed and he didn't comment, just pressed two fingers against you and watched your face react.

"how long," he said.

"sae—"

"how long have you been like this." not asking, really. just taking inventory.

"weeks," you admitted, hips rolling without permission into his hand. "god, weeks."

he pressed his fingers in slowly, crooking them and your back arched off the sofa. "weeks," he repeated, like the word meant something. he worked you open with those two fingers, unhurried, watching every shift in your expression with that focused, unblinking attention he gave to things he actually cared about. the wet sound of it obscene in the quiet of the room. your thighs kept trying to close around his wrist and he kept you spread open with the flat of his forearm, not even looking down, just watching your face come undone.

"please," you managed. "sae, please, just—"

"just what."

"you know what."

he absolutely knew.

he pushed in slow and measured. you felt every inch of it, the thick stretch of him pressing you open, your fingers dug into his back and your breath came out broken and ragged. he stilled for a moment, buried to the hilt, watching you.

"okay?"

one word. quiet. that was the warmth he kept mostly buried, surfacing just briefly.

"yeah," you breathed. "yeah, move, please—"

who was he to deny such a simple request?

not gentle. not rough either, just relentless, that same focused precision, every stroke deep and deliberate like he was trying to make a point. you cried out and he swallowed the sound, mouth at yours, hips rolling into you again and again at a pace that built and built and never gave you anything to brace against. the slap of skin. the creak of the sofa beneath you. the low, controlled sound he made in the back of his throat when you clenched around him.

"s'been killing me," you gasped, "looking at you, every time i—"

"i know." he pulled back and drove forward and you choked on air. "i know."

he got a hand between you, thumb finding your clit and that was it. that was the end of coherent thought entirely. you said his name three times in a row like it was the only word left in you and came apart around him, thighs shaking on either side of his hips and he worked you through it without slowing, dragging it out until you were whimpering and overstimulated and clinging to his shoulders with your nails leaving little crescents in his skin. he followed not long after, pressing deep and going still with a quiet, ragged exhale into your hair.

catching your breath, you sink into the sofa next to the man who just unravelled you completely. you lay with your head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow. the living room was dim, your clothes somewhere on the floor, the sofa cushion half hanging off the edge. a mess. very unlike him.

his hand was moving through your hair. slow, absent. like he didn't realise he was doing it.

"you could've just told me," he said eventually. still calm. a little insufferable.

"you could've said something first," you pointed out.

a pause. "fair."

you tilted your head up to look at him. his teal eyes met yours, and that expression was there again, the one that wasn't quite a smile. the one that was maybe better than a smile, because it was real and it was rare and it was pointed entirely at you.

"for the record," he said quietly, "the avoidance was annoying."

"for the record," you said, "so are you."

an: in all honesty this came from a request about baby fever but idk writing about the thought of wanting to squeeze a child out of my vagina isn't really something i can say i enjoy. i tried switching it up a bit but idk. either way more sae smut YIPPIE

Taglist: @inu1gf @143-ilyuu @irethepotato @mikemsmm @bbladie @sky-casino @thetwinkims @elemayooooooo @angelhqlo1111 @chefcorvus

©lumiambrose ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[swxxtchxrrixs]

i love ur isgai and kaiser fic wht are the chances you do one w rin and nagi🫣👀👀

i gotchu anon let me COOK this is quite literally one of the hottest things i've ever writen

your best friend seishiro nagi is annoyed that you assume he can't fuck, so your boyfriend rin itoshi allows him to prove you wrong

warnings ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, female!reader, light drinking, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, semi clothed sex, dom!nagi because he's sick of being underestimated (he's mean and i'm folded), rinny being a good cuckold highkey, some degradation (not that crazy y'all i promise its hot as FUCK), nipple play, fingering, oral (f&m), face fucking, pussy slapping, edging, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby), finger sucking, hair pulling, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, cum shots, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, lots of banter, dirty talk

wc ⋆.˚ 3k

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

for the past few months, your friday nights have been as follows: inviting your best friend, seishiro nagi, and your new boyfriend, rin itoshi, over for some drinks and either a game or a movie. 

rin’s already laughing at nagi’s less than stellar reaction time as he loses uno to him for the fifth time in a row. you’re in the kitchen currently, mixing a second drink for each of you. 

“uno,” rin smirks, speaking before nagi has the chance to.

“c’mon, dude,” nagi groans, throwing his head back against the couch irritably, “how do you keep beating me?”

rin snorts. “do you… even know how long it takes you to realize you have one card left?”

nagi rolls his eyes and tsks. “whatever, let’s just play something else.”

“awww,” rin pouts mockingly, “is someone upset?”

“shut up.”

you shake your head with a smile as you approach the living room again, carefully placing the drinks atop the coffee table. they were always teasing each other, and it made your heart swell with warmth knowing that your two favourite people were getting along well. 

rin’s a little tipsy by now, taking a sip of his rum and coke before suggesting, “why don’t we play truth or dare?”

“are we fucking five?” nagi looks at him like he’s ridiculous for even recommending such a thing.

“what?” rin is smug as he leans forward onto his knees, teasing, “you scared?”

“fuck, no,” he scoffs, “it’s just stupid.”

rin is severely unconvinced. “hm. right.”

the alcohol courses through your veins enough that you’re in agreement with rin. “i think it’d be kinda fun,” you shrug, “i mean, i’m sure we’ve all got juicy secrets yet to be shared,” you rub your hands together cunningly. 

nagi lifts his brow at you with his arms crossed. “you’re serious?”

“yes,” you answer simply, “now stop being a grump and play.”

he rolls his eyes. “fine.”

things are seemingly light until your spin lands on nagi. he picks truth, which he soon learns is a mistake. the liquor in your bloodstream mixes with long-term curiosity and you ask him the burning question, “ever fucked anyone?”

rin freezes beside you, surprised you asked him that when you’re dating, let alone sitting right next to him. but, nonetheless, he’s invested and wants to know, too, the nosy bastard. he huffs out a small laugh, watching nagi intently as he finishes the last sip of his drink. “brutal,” he teases.

nagi’s lips part, debating whether he should answer or not. yeah, he and you were best friends, but you didn’t discuss sex much– it just never seemed to come up in conversation.

“uh,” he scratches the back of his head, “yeah, i have.”

you gasp. “you're lying. there’s no way seishiro nagi has fucked someone before.”

“and why not?” he challenges. “what’s got you so convinced i couldn’t bag someone?”

“it’s not that,” you laugh, “i just have a hard time believing you’d be any good at it.”

“hey,” rin nudges you with a light chuckle, “leave the poor guy alone.”

you throw your hands up in protest. “he’s just too laid-back!”

nagi tsks. “you know i’m right here and can hear you, right?”

“sorry, sei,” you sigh, “i’m sure you’re a great lover–”

“thank you,” he hisses sarcastically.

“–but, like, did she come?”

the whole room goes quiet. rin’s trying to stifle his laughter, and you’re clearly trying to get under nagi’s skin, the alcohol refusing to let up. 

“dude,” nagi’s eyes widen at you, “just quit while you’re ahead.”

you’re laughing uncontrollably now, “oh, c’mon, sei! do you even know where the clit is?”

“y/n,” he warns.

“babe,” rin giggles, “i think you’re pushing it too far.”

“but i need to know!”

“do you?” nagi cuts in. 

you cross your arms with stubborn hmph. “yes.”

nagi’s already mad that you keep teasing him. and he’s pissed you’re assuming he doesn’t know how to pleasure a woman. his ego is bruised and he doesn’t give a fuck that your boyfriend is in the same room anymore. 

“fine, then,” he says curtly, standing up from the couch. you just watch as his body rises, lips resting on the rim of your solo cup, “if you wanna know so bad, then let me fuck you right now to prove it.”

rin stops laughing and you nearly drop your cup into your lap.

“w–what?” you stutter, cheeks turning hot and stomach flipping. you place your drink down slowly on the coffee table.

“you fucking heard me.” nagi’s voice is so demanding and it’s making your thighs clench. “let. me. fuck. you.”

rin’s lips slowly turn upwards into a cocky smile as his eyes shift from nagi to you. he notices the way you’re shaking, the way you’re actually excited and wanting what nagi’s suggesting.

“i–i–,”

nagi chuckles darkly. “lost for words now? you afraid to find out you’re wrong?” he stops in front of you still seated on the couch and leans over, placing his hands on the cushions behind your head as his lips fall beside your ear. “afraid that i’ll ruin you?”

rin’s overheating, buzzing with energy. “fuck,” he huffs, “that’d be so hot to watch.”

your eyes flicker to him for a moment. “you’re… okay with this?”

he nods, leaning back onto his palms. “don’t refuse on my account,” he licks his lips. your gaze drops to his lap for a moment and you immediately notice the bulge. “i can take care of myself.” 

your breaths are quiet, but the way your chest heaves makes your feelings clear to the both of them. nagi’s still standing in front of you waiting for an answer. when you finally make eye contact, you immediately fumble. he chuckles, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“so, what’s it gonna be?” he hums.

you want to look away, but you can’t. he’s got you utterly hypnotized. “o–okay,” you say, voice barely above the whisper.

“what was that?” he thrums. “speak up.”

“yes,” you swallow, answering him louder and with more confidence. “fuck me, sei.”

rin hums in amusement beside the two of you, leaning back against the couch. “put on a good show for me.” he adds slyly. 

nagi has an expression you’ve never seen before, one that’s wicked and intentional, like you just gave him a pass to fuck up your entire life. he reaches down to grab your waist, lifting you up to reposition your body, spine on the seat of the couch, so he’s now hovering over you. you can hear your heart thumping wildly through the silence. nagi pokes his tongue with his cheek, then leans down to kiss you. he’s soft at first, the pink muscle steadily rolling into your mouth, but it doesn’t last for long. he’s gripping at your sides, slipping his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and playing with your tits as he kisses you sloppily.

“no bra?” he chuckles against your mouth, “what a needy bitch.”

you gasp as he pinches your nipples, head pushing further into the cushions. rin inhales sharply a few feet away, and you hear the clang of him unbuckling his belt.

“shit,” he huffs, watching the way you squirm from nagi’s touch, the way your tongues collide with passion. his hand sneaks beneath the waistband of his boxers and he begins to palm himself. “fuck her real good for me, sei.”

nagi’s not listening to a word he says. he’s way too focused on the way your cunt is soaking through your panties and pressing against his leg. you’re dripping so much that he can feel it through the fabric of his jeans.

“mmm, baby,” he hums, breaking the kiss with a bite to your bottom lip. your soft whines make his dick twitch. “gonna eat you out now, okay?” his head dips lower and you’re already grabbing his hair. he chuckles, snaking his fingers up your thighs to curl around the straps of your underwear. “bet you wore a skirt tonight hoping to be ruined, hm?” he taunts, groaning as he tosses your soaked lace aside and sees your pretty little cunt in all her glory. “fuck,” he exhales, “you’re soaking the damn couch.” he shifts his body to the side enough so rin can have a look. “you see this?” he sounds shocked, “fuck, your girl is a freak. getting wet over fucking another man.”

rin frees himself completely, fist slowly stroking his length as he just stares– stares at the way your pussy throbs, at the way your lips part, at the way your chest lifts and falls with lust. “filthy,” he breathes, moving just a bit faster, “she’s fucking filthy.”

you want to say something, but your attempt is cut off by nagi’s tongue hotly pressing against your clit. you jolt and close around his head, shoving him harder into your cunt by the hold you still have on his hair. “fuck!” you cry.

he pries your thighs apart aggressively, then slaps your pussy threateningly. you yelp. “stay the fuck open,” he hisses, “i need to feel every inch of this sweet cunt.” he utilizes his shoulders the best he can to keep you wide and obedient as he reaches deep inside of you with his fingers and tongue licking fervently at your clit. “best fucking pussy,” he hums into your folds, “never tasted anyone like you.”

“make her squirt f’me,” rin moans, thumb sliding over his white beaded tip, eyes hooded with pure desire of watching his girlfriend get wrecked by her best friend. 

nagi pauses for a minute to turn his head as he glares at rin. “don’t tell me what to fucking do.” somehow, rin trying to guide him pisses him off enough that he returns to your cunt with a merciless pace, pointer and middle from both of his hands scissoring into your dripping hole as he laps and slurps at your bundle of nerves all a mess, your arousal and juices practically coating his entire face and hands. you moan loudly every time you catch the sight of his glistening lips lift from your sex to breathe,

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry, thrusting your hips violently against his face, “s–shit, sei,” you choke, back arching as his fingers curl just right, “gonna c-come–”

“huh, that’s funny,” he smirks, pulling away from you abruptly. your near orgasm leaves you immediately and you glare at him, “thought you said i didn’t know how to make a girl do that?”

“y–you–,” he looks so smug that you want to slap him, “fuck you.”

“oh, you will,” his eyes are dark, enticing– he isn’t even fucking close to being finished with you yet. he unbuttons his pants and tosses them onto the floor before picking you up by your hips and placing you forcefully atop his thighs. you whimper as his shaft brushes against your puffy clit. “‘m gonna slide this slutty pussy on my fucking cock until i decide we’re finished, you got that?” the way he’s speaking to you, so mean and demanding, already has you weak in the knees. he licks his teeth, then glances over at rin. “get over here,” he says to him, “she’s gonna be a good girl and suck your cock while i make a fucking mess on her.”

rin’s by your side in a heartbeat, sweaty hands combing through your hair as he slaps his wet, sticky tip against your already parted lips. he looks at you hungrily, gripping at your strands. “gonna let me ruin your mouth while he destroys your pretty cunt, hm?”

“y–yes,” you whimper, eyes so glossy and fucked-out as you look up at him that he’s already shoving his cock down your throat. you choke, eyes rolling as you slurp his thick, veiny length, swallowing the salty precum.

nagi growls as he watches you take all of him, the sounds so sinful that he’s already sliding his shaft fervently against your pussy lips. “fuck, yeah,” he huffs, “taking him like a bitch. you’re so good, baby, so proud of you.” he matches his pace with rin’s brutal thrusts into your mouth, twitching against your clit with each filthy, pornographic choke that slips out of your stuffed face. “god, look at you,” his pants are heavy and ragged, nails digging into your hips as he slides desperately between your slick folds, “can feel you pulsing against my cock, sweetheart.” he releases a raspy groan as his thighs shake, hot spurts of cum landing all over your skirt he never removed. “fuck, fuck,” he hisses, eyes dazed from decorating your pretty clothing, “look what you made me do, baby.”

rin’s completely lost in you sucking him off, nearing the edge with each graze of your teeth against his sensitive vein. “yeah, baby,” he moans, “i’m so close– fuck– keep taking me just like that.” nagi slides himself inside of your needy hole, bottoming you out immediately from how fucking soaked you are. your muffled groans send shock waves through rin’s entire body and he comes, filling your mouth to the brim with his hot seed. “fuuuuuck,” he gasps, riding out his high with short, hard thrusts, “milk me baby, shit!”

as soon as he pulls out of your mouth, you’re a loud sobbing mess because nagi is brutally pistoning into you, unforgiving and trying to make a point. he leans forward to wrap his arms around your body, using his intense grip on the nape of your neck to guide you relentlessly up and down his cock.

“s–sei!” you scream, an arm reaching out to the side to grab rin for leverage. he grabs your wrist and shoves your fingers into his mouth, circling his tongue and moaning pathetically over your digits. it overwhelms your senses, and your eyes start to water. “f–fuck, i’m so sensitive– i–”

“you can take it, sweetheart,” nagi grits his teeth, snaking a few fingers into your hair to tug and you whimper. “i know you can.”

“i–,” you choke on your words, eyes rolling violently as you feel a hand press against your clit. rin’s toying with you now, but not for long. 

nagi tsks, slapping his hand away. “don’t fucking touch her, not unless i say so. this is my time to ruin her.”

rin quite literally cowers away in the moment. he was more submissive than he thought.

you’re so fucked-out that you can barely breathe, cunt clenching around nagi’s cock desperately, burying every fucking inch of his length inside of you. “‘mmmm’gonna come–” you slur, gasping for air, as your head falls limp, “i–i can feel– fuck,” your mouth falls wide open as you let out an ungodly moan, body begining to shake violently against his thighs, “oh, fuck!”

“now,” nagi hisses at rin, “touch her greedy little cunt and make her squirt all over me.”

rin obliges, eyes razor-focused on every little expression your face makes as you teeter the edge, the tension in your stomach ready to snap at any moment. your palms bear down firmly against nagi’s chest, uncontrollable pants and whimpers oozing out of you whilst you slide your cunt along his leaky, thick cock. 

“fuck, you’re so depserate,” nagi thrums, “fucking riding me like a slut, you need to come that bad, baby?”

“i need it!” you scream, throat cracking, “i f–fucking need it,” rin’s fingers are working fervently on your bundle of nerves as his lips meet your throat, your body seizing up from the intense sensations from all angles. “fuck– oh my god, fuck!” you cry, hot cum pouring out of your pulsing hole all over nagi’s thighs. 

he growls loudly, speeding up his pace as he watches his cock move in and out of you, splashing your sweet nectar all over your leftover clothing. “jesus christ,” he hisses, “you’re so fucking sexy, y/n– god– fuck, i don’t want to stop fucking you.” he gasps loudly as he releases his load a second time, relentless bucking of his hips stuffing his cum back up into your walls. “you feel so fucking perfect around me.”

rin’s drooling at the sight of you and nagi so fucking wrecked from each other, watching as you collapse forward onto nagi’s chest once you two finally start to come down. rin drops himself beside you too, exhaling blissfully.

“holy fuck,” he exclaims, “that was hot.”

“yeah,” nagi agrees, “shit.” he runs his fingers through your sweaty strands for a few moments before gently propping your chin up enough to look you in the face. “so?” his lips curve into a lazy, exhausted smirk, “still think i can’t make a girl come?”

you want to say no, but you’re still feeling too strong of a desire to tease him further. you bite your lip with a smile, making it seem like you’re about to complement him. “well, you had rin’s help, didn’t you?”

rin bursts out laughing. nagi’s smile instantly fades and he groans, throwing his head back and cupping his face with his hands. “fuck off,” he sighs, “you’re actually insufferable.”

you giggle, leaning forward and pressing your glistening, red lips just below his ear. he sighs, melting into your touch immediately. “well, it just means you have to try again,” you purr. you feel nagi twitch below you. “you know, without rinny here.”

rin should be mad about the suggestion. but he’s not, because if this situation has taught him anything, it's that he is a fucking cuck. you meet his eyes and he smiles, lifting himself from the couch. you watch as he approaches the front door, slides on his sneakers, then grabs his keys to go home. nagi looks dumbfounded. you’re surprised yourself, but no one is complaining. he just looks back at you two, offering a salute. “have fun,” he coos, “text me tomorrow.”

slowly, you and nagi meet each other’s eyes again, confused and, well, still horny as fuck.

this time, nagi has you pinned to your bed, legs thrown over his shoulders as he wrecks your cunt for a good three hours more that night.

and he does, in fact, make you come. several times.

[kleinflx]

AFTERNOON ACTIVITY — i . rin

it was early afternoon on a windy day when the apartment was quiet with your boyfriend, rin itoshi.

comfortable in a way that only came after spending enough time with someone. it wasn’t awkward really, more like the two of you just existing in the same room without feeling the need to constantly entertain each other.

sunlight spilled through the living room windows, washing everything in a lazy afternoon glow. rin occupied one end of the couch, his attention fixed on a match replay playing quietly on his big tablet.

you were doing the opposite in a sense. your phone rested in your hands as you mindlessly scrolled through whatever appeared on your feed. half the posts went unread, the other half disappeared from your memory the second you swiped away.

it wasn’t until a brightly colored dessert flashed across your screen that your thumb finally stopped moving.

rainbow macarons.

the craving hit so suddenly it almost annoyed you.

you let out a long sigh and dropped your head against the back of the couch. beside you, rin barely reacted, his eyes only flick toward you for half a second before returning to his screen.

the memory of your date yesterday returned instantly.

the two of you had wandered through the city after lunch without much of a plan. one cafe led to another, random conversations filled the walk, and eventually you ended up standing in front of a dessert shop with a menu displayed outside.

it had only taken one glance for you to see how delicious it was.

a strawberry macaron filled with cream had been pictured near the bottom of the menu, perfectly arranged you hoped it tasted as good as it looked.

but unfortunately, reality had different plans.

it was limited and sold out.

the employee had apologized while you stared at the empty display case like you’d just suffered a personal betrayal.

you could still remember rin standing beside you, hands in his pockets, looking mildly amused by the entire thing. pretending like he didn’t want to taste it as much as you do.

at the time, you had pretended to move on.

but now, sitting on the couch with the hunger that appeared only when you saw the macarons on your feed, you clearly hadn’t moved on.

another sigh escaped you, this time rin paused his replay.

“still thinking about it?” his voice broke through the silence.

“i’m trying not to.” you pause, thinking about the macaron before realizing something, “how’d you know i was thinking about the macaron?”

he huffs before looking away. “..smart guess.”

the corner of your mouth twitched. “you wanted it too didn’t you.”

“don’t laugh.”

“i’m not!”

you sat up straighter and pulled your knees closer to your chest, while your fingers were already moving across your screen again.

a few seconds later, recipes filled the display.

the first one looked complicated.

the second looked disgusting.

the third somehow required equipment you were pretty sure normal people didn’t own.

your sudden confidence started dropping immediately.

“why are there so many steps?”

rin glanced over briefly, “what are you looking at?”

“recipes.”

“we aren’t baking.”

you continued reading anyway.

despite the intimidating instructions, none of it looked impossible. sure it looked difficult, but still not impossible.

eventually, the idea settled itself into your brain and refused to leave.

“i think we can make them.”

rin didn’t answer right away. he simply stared at you for a moment, it was the look he always gave whenever you came up with an idea that would inevitably become his problem too.

“we can’t.”

“if you’re good at football, you can be good at baking!”

“where’s the correlation exactly?”

“you are good at one thing, you can be good at another thing.”

“dumbass.” his disappointment only getting worse the more you two talked.

a few minutes later, both of you were standing in the kitchen.

ingredients slowly accumulated across the counter as cupboards opened and closed.

sugar appeared first, eggs followed, then vanilla extract surfaced from somewhere in the back of a shelf neither of you remembered using.

for a moment, things looked promising.

until you checked the recipe again, the ingredients specifically.

“we’re missing flour and food coloring.” you mumble disappointed.

the recipe suddenly felt much farther away. for a brief second, you considered giving up entirely. but then the craving returned, unfortunately.

rin must’ve noticed the look on your face because he sighed before you could even ask. he quickly grabbed his wallet.

“where are you going?”

“buying.”

you followed him toward the front door, whispering a small ‘thank you’ as he pulled on his shoes.

the door closed behind him before you could respond.

and now left alone, you immediately got to work.

at first, everything went surprisingly well. you separated eggs carefully, measured ingredients twice, pretending like you were some sort of professional baker.

the entire process felt easy enough that you briefly convinced yourself this would be easy.

that confidence lasted approximately ten minutes. powdered sugar somehow ended up outside the bowl, an eggshell disappeared into one mixture.

you spent two full minutes searching for a measuring spoon only to discover it sitting inside the refrigerator.

the kitchen gradually became messier with every passing step.

but you argued that progress was still progress. atleast that’s what the motivational instagram reels have been telling you.

the afternoon stretched onward while music played softly from your phone speaker nearby, filling the apartment with a warm atmosphere that made the empty space feel less empty while rin was gone.

you glanced toward the clock multiple times during that duration. he was taking longer than expected. not concerningly long but enough for you to start wondering what was keeping him.

eventually the sound of keys rattling outside the apartment pulled your attention away from the counter.

the front door opened and rin stepped inside carrying two small grocery bags.

you immediately brightened. “finally!”

his eyes traveled across the kitchen. “what happened?”

you followed his gaze. and well, maybe it looked worse than you thought. sugar dusted parts of the counter with bowls that occupied the whole surface.

you just pointed at the ingredients. “i’ve been productive.”

rin looked unconvinced but still placed the bags down.

the two of you fell naturally into a rhythm after that.

you handled most of the mixing while rin measured ingredients and double-checked instructions incase you forgot a step, clearly not hiding the fact he doesn’t trust you.

every so often your shoulders would brush while reaching for the same thing, neither of you bothering to move away immediately.

the kitchen felt warmer when he was there.

the batter eventually reached the consistency the recipe wanted. whether it was actually correct remained questionable.

“i think that’s right.” you stayed optimistic.

“you’ve said that three times.”

“because i’m believing in myself.”

“i suppose someone has to.” you gasped while rin looked entirely unapologetic.

the next few steps proved significantly messier. at some point you discovered a streak of batter on your cheek that you had absolutely no memory of creating.

rin noticed it before you did. he reached forward without warning, his thumb brushed lightly against your skin.

you froze when he pulled his hand back. a small smear of batter sat across his fingertip.

for a second neither of you said anything.

you grabbed his wrist, and before he could react, you leaned forward, licking the batter from his finger.

the look on rin’s face was almost worth the embarrassment that followed. his ears turned slightly red.

your satisfaction lasted roughly five seconds.

then he leaned closer. it wasn’t to kiss you, but for his lips to brush the corner of your mouth where a trace of sugar had been left behind.

when he pulled away, you stared. now he looked completely satisfied with himself.

“rin.” you narrowed your eyes.

“what?”

“you’re playing dirty.”

he decided to ignore you and instead returned to measuring ingredients.

for the next several minutes, every attempt you made to steal a kiss ended in failure.

you’d lean closer, he’d move away.

you’d catch him looking, he’d suddenly become very interested in the recipe.

you wanted to keep on trying but eventually, the macarons demanded attention. and unlike rin, they couldn’t dodge you and your attempts.

hours later, the finished tray finally sat cooling on the counter.

“we did it!”

rin examined them. “recognizable.”

you grabbed one and carefully, held it towards him.

rin leaned forward slightly, ready to humor you and be romantic for once. but just before he could take a bite, you turned your head and quickly pressed a kiss against him instead.

for perhaps the first time all afternoon, he genuinely looked caught off guard.

your grin widened immediately.

you handed over the macaron afterward, looking entirely too pleased with yourself.

rin accepted it with a shake of his head. even so, the small smile that appeared afterward stayed long enough for you to notice.

and somehow, the homemade dessert that looked generously disgusting tasted even better than the one you’d spent all afternoon craving.

[r1nitoshi1]

first thing i see when returning to tumblr is kiss posting rin fluff…

am i dreaming?

also hi guys…

[pyroami]

I TOUCH MYSELF JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU, YEAH

I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.

𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.

𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae

𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !

𝄞 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...

𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. i took inspiration after arguing w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!

"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."

"That's not surprising in the slightest."

"What? Hey!"

Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.

Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.

And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.

He swallowed thickly.

Your legs.

As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—

He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.

Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.

Of course, someone like you.

"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."

Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."

"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"

"That is so not funny, Sae!"

"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."

"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"

"You collect figures and manga."

"They're pretty."

"They're anime boys."

"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."

"Tomoe is an anime boy."

"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"

"Hmph. Touché."

When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.

Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.

After all, he was with you.

You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.

Was it?

You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"

"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."

"You just like her cause she's like a cat."

"Meow."

You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."

He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."

"You only like him cause he's pretty."

"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"

You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"

"Not really? What do you think my type is?"

Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."

He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."

You snorted. "...Yeah."

"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."

You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."

You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—

"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"

He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"

"Do dicks feel like frogs?"

Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."

"So why did she think it was a frog?"

"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."

You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."

"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."

As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—

You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.

His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"

Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.

You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.

You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.

"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.

Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"

"...What is that supposed to mean?"

Fuck.

He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."

You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."

"Cause m'not hard, stupid."

But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.

"Pfft— You aren't?"

"Very funny. You're a natural at this."

"At what?"

Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.

So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.

The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.

Shit.

He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"

You paused, eyes blowing wide.

Shit.

The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.

A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"

"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.

He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.

No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.

"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.

He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.

"...What is?"

"Teaching me how to kiss."

Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"

"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.

Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."

"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."

"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."

"Dude, am I that bad?"

Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."

"Then what?"

The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.

Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."

You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."

Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?

Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."

Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.

But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.

Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.

One breath.

Then, the second one.

And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.

"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."

You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.

"Okay, I trust you."

His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.

After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.

Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.

One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.

And his lips pressed against yours.

You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.

Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.

Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.

But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.

Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.

No, more like on your lips.

"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."

You blinked.

His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.

"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."

A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.

Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.

"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"

You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."

"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"

"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.

One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.

It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.

His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.

You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.

You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.

His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.

"Sae!—"

"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"

A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"

"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"

You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"

Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.

Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."

He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.

Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.

You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.

Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.

Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.

You frowned. "...Sae."

"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.

"I thought you wanted to."

"...I do."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"

"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"

"Pfft— You kinda are."

"That's not even true!"

"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."

You bristled. Sweetheart?

"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."

He muttered. "Don't say that."

"Please."

You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.

He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.

"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."

"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."

"Are you sure?"

"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.

"M'sure."

"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."

You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.

Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.

A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.

Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"

The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.

"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."

Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.

"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."

Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.

He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.

You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.

"Sae—" You gasped.

He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."

You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.

"You're wet, aren't you?"

Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"

Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.

"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"

You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."

"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."

"No— I mean, yes."

You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"

He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.

"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."

The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.

"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."

His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.

A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."

He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.

Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"

Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."

Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.

"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."

You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.

Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.

So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?

He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."

It was bewildering.

You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.

"Mm, good."

Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."

His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."

You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."

He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"

"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"

Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"

"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."

You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"

"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."

That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.

"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.

You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."

"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."

You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"

"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."

"I have. Just not..."

"Fingering?"

Your ears burnt. "It hurts."

"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."

You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."

"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."

Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"

He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."

His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."

A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."

Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."

He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"

"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.

"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."

Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."

His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"

His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."

It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.

It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?

His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.

You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."

Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.

Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"

Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.

"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."

You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."

"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"

Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"

"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."

You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."

"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."

His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.

Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.

You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."

"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."

Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.

"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"

You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."

He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"

"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"

"Sh— Shut up."

Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.

You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?

"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."

Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"

He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."

"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"

His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.

You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."

"No more?"

"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."

"...You don't need to."

You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."

"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."

You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"

"Eat you out."

"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"

His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."

"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"

He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.

"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"

You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."

"Isn't that what that is?"

"I don't want you to see me!"

"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."

Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.

"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."

"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.

"Fun."

It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.

Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.

Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.

One breath.

Then, the second.

And on the third, still, nothing came.

"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.

You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.

You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.

Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."

"...What?"

He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."

Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.

"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.

His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"

Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.

You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"

Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.

"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."

Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!

His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.

Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.

"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."

A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.

"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"

"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."

Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"

He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."

"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."

Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"

You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."

"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"

"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."

He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"

"H-How is that my fault?"

He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.

And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."

"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."

He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."

You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."

"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."

Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.

"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."

Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.

Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"

His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."

"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"

You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.

"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."

He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.

Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.

He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"

Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.

You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?

Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.

"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."

"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."

He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."

You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"

You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"

You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"

He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.

"M'cummin'!"

White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.

But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."

His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"

"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."

He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."

"I already told you— I know what that is—"

He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"

"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.

You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.

Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.

He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,

But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.

And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.

And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?

It was.

"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."

"Wha?... Sae. "You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.

"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.

"For me. C'mon."

BONUS!

The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.

"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.

Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.

You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.

"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.

Was it weird to stare?

Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—

Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.

And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.

"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.

"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"

He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"

"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."

"Things change."

"Whore."

Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."

You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.

"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."

He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."

You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"

"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."

"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.

"You're too old to be doing this."

"We're eighteen, dumbass."

He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."

Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.

pyroami 2026

[pyroami]

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[jellyvaine]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒆 | 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓.ᐟ

notes: 18+ mdni. thigh riding, slight choking on micha's part, ooc or nah ig?

𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒆

pathetic. that's what you were. your hips stuttered as you swayed back and forth—cautiously and needily—brazenly riding his thighs. sae’s thighs were straight ahead of him, his feet flat, arm muscles flexing in the slightest as he held your hips, guiding you with your maintained rhythmic pace.

it's sinful. immoral. dishonoring. yet suddenly it isn't—not when your desires and needs overshadowed your shame. lucky for you, sae was feeling thoughful enough today to let you do whatever you pleased.

“sae…sae…” you chanted his name like it were the only word you knew. your hips ruts faster, needier, racing towards your release. sae groans, his cheeks tinged with crimson as he locked eyes with your glistening ones.

“shh s’okay, go on,” he murmured breathlessly, nails gnawing into your skin as you rolled your hips with a lascivious hum. he leaned his head back, swallowing a low groan. “s-shit, love,” he cursed under his breath upon feeling the warm gush of your essence on his thigh—you came.

you whimpered at your ecstatic release with a slow circling motion of your hip, creating friction against your clit as you rode out your high. sae huffs, inclining his head back down, gazing beneath at how your slick folds exquisitely pressed against his skin. “one more, please?” you bit your lip, glinting eyes searching for his with permission, need, insatiable desire.

freeing one arm from your hips, he cupped your cheek before pulling you close for a kiss. “fuck yes. go on, love. go crazy for me.” he groans before nuzzling your neck, igniting his desires.

𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓

“it's cute how desperate you get with just my thigh, don't you think, schatz?” you heard him say, snapping you out of your drunken daze.

you only mewled, lips parting as you panted with every movement you made. “look at you,” he cooed, eyeing your messy state—how you desperately clawed at his shoulders for balance as you continued with your pleasuring deed, how you bit your lip from the delectable sensation his thighs radiated against your cunt, and how your legs trembled needily—such an amusing picturesque in his eyes. “does my thigh make you feel good, hm?” he hums, his slight grip on your hips eliciting a moan from you.

“y-yes, so good—s-so good,” you moaned, your lips trembling as you bit your lip.

oh michael knew exactly what he's doing. you shuddered, mewling gutturally as your hips ruts faster—back and forth—reaching your forming euphoria. michael leaned his head back, groaning, his breath hitched at the exquisite warm press of your sticky clit against his skin. “micha—m-micha,” you whimpered his name, greediness tainting in every sway.

he nuzzled your neck with a needy grunt, and oh how your body delectably responds upon feeling every fan of his warm breath against your skin.

it felt so damn good.

“you wanna cum, schatz?” he whispers, eyeing the glistening trail of wetness on his skin.

you nod, chanting his name in faint whispers.

damn. how you turned him on with your desperation. he hissed, wrapping his hand around your neck, “m-micha!” you gasped, your pussy clamping onto nothingness at his harsh gesture, urging you to do more for him.

“that’s right. work for it. cum for me, schatz. ” he whispers, his voice laced with danger—malice—gutturally moaning your name as he squeezed the flesh of your ass, guiding your hips against his warmth—imprudently.

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[bloomflix]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ it's obvious how bunny and sae are rivals… their current competition? who pleasures you, sae’s “cute little girlfriend”, the best

sae doesn’t know why he agreed in the first place; the moment he brought it up to someone who wasn’t bunny, that he had a girlfriend, bunny just had to intervene, saying “she’s out of your league,” in the most annoying tone. sure, sae was annoyed, but thinking about the fact you were going to have a date later on cheered him up.

then one thing turned into another, and he suddenly found himself competing with bunny to see who would make you cum harder, faster. so there you were—in between your boyfriend and his biggest rival.

"mmph sae...baby, you feel so good—!" you gasped, loving the way sae was feeling up on you. his arms were around your waist as your back was further pushed against his muscular chest. quiet, low moans slipped from your boyfriend's lips the faster he fucked you on his lap. your hips rolled against sae's as his cock pistoned into you and pummeled your g-spot with ease the more bunny made his presence noticeable. 

"damn itoshi, what a cute little girlfriend you have there." your eyes narrowed at bunny, standing in front of you with his arms crossed and an evident tent in his boxers. sae scoffed before grabbing your chin with his free hand and kissing you intensely like he had something to prove, all the while his cock disappeared in and out of your cunt, clamping down.

“i’d brag about her too with the way she’s so pretty taking cock.”

to see your boyfriend so mad…you couldn’t lie about the fact that it turned you on.

sae was usually sensual, gentle even, but now? it felt almost exhibitionist to be fucking like bunnies (no pun intended) in front of his biggest rival.

his nimble, slim hand grabbed at one of your breasts, his index and thumb rubbing your nipples and feeling the supple skin as he continued kissing you, and when you let go, you felt delirious.

“‘m gonna cum, sae—fuck, you make me feel so good!” your voice hit an octave you didn’t even think was possible, the more your boyfriend’s cock hit your g-spot in the specific way he had you.

“come undone for me, lovely,” he groaned, holding eye contact with bunny as his pace quickened and the tighter he held you as you bounced on his cock vigorously. “yeah, baby; such a good girl for me, yeah?”

you said his name as if it was a prayer, feeling your cunt twitch against his cock and your skin becoming feverish and slippery the more you moved yourself on him. his wet thrusts became sloppier—more erotic, and you felt white covering your vision and a scream escaping your lips as your arousal gushed out around his cock as ropes of his cum filled you after.

you felt your legs shake, your cunt swollen and filled in an instant, and your tears blurring your vision as your breathing was attempting to slow down. sae was gentle, lifting you from him onto the cum-soaked sheets.

you turned your head slowly, looking at bunny, who let out a light laugh at your pathetic sight. "quítate [get off] ; my turn now."

your chest heaved up and down, your lashes batting continuously and hole twitching in anticipation and post-orgasmic relief. your hooded eyes followed him walking towards the bed and taking off his shirt smoothly.

“hi baby, think you can be a good girl for me too?” bunny mused, his hand resting on your sore hip and his thumb rubbing your soft skin.

the bed was weighed down by your head, and you looked up to see sae, holding his still-hard cock in his hands and rubbing it slowly. your voice squeaked ever so slightly as sae caressed your face so gently. your lips brushed his angry, leaking mushroom tip as you took it in your mouth, the salty taste of his pre greeting your tongue.

meanwhile, bunny grabbed at you with such force, you knew you were going to have bruises. you exhaled sharply as you felt bunny tease your slit with his erect cock already dripping in pre-cum and your arousal. it was mean...rough, even; it was the complete opposite of sae, whose breathing became shaky again the moment your mouth suctioned onto his sensitive cockhead. your cunt twitched—it ached—for bunny to do something; you almost felt like you were betraying sae.

you whined on his tip, the more bunny’s touches became borderline torturous; intentional. his thumb pressed on your clit roughly and rubbed it in slow circles.

“muñequita, no jodas. por qué escondes esos sonidos tan bonitos que hiciste para el..?" [dollface, stop joking. why hide those pretty sounds you made for him?]

bunny looked up at sae, whose expression was grim and nothing short of pissed off, and slammed into your tight cunt in one squelch!

you screamed and let out a stretched out, muffled moan; the vibrations coming from your throat and your sudden movement caused sae to gasp a little. you grabbed his cock as you licked his shaft and attempted to deep-throat him.

it was downright deplorable, but sae couldn't help but keep staring at the way your cunt swallowed his rival's dick; the way a little bump formed at your abdomen with every harsh thrust and with the way he could hear his cum being pushed back into your pussy. jesus, it was almost hot.

he looked down at your face—your stupid little expression of ecstasy and overstimulation, the more bunny fucked you dumb with literal tears forming in your eyes. it was stupid, but he couldn't deny how hard his cock was getting with your lewd face and the fast way you sucked him off.

“fuuuuck, baby. you gonna come? come around my fucking cock, yeah?” bunny laughed sardonically as his hands roamed on your body and stopped at your breasts. he pinched your nipples hard, eliciting a muffled cry from you. "damn it, preciosa, your legs are fucking shaking."

every word uttered from bunny's lips resembled mockery, and you couldn't get enough. he was like a double entendre, with his sweet honey-like tone, yet the cold and humiliating underlying effect it had on you. "'m gonna c'm—mmph!"

"yeah, preciosa?" [precious] he teased, pushing on your abdomen with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other roughly. "c'mon, baby..."

your choked sobs heightened, and you felt your legs shake as your arousal gushed out of you in a way that you never had done before, all the while bunny continued at his relentless pace that was pushing the bed's headboard onto the wall in a rough fashion. at this point, both men were moving insane, and you could feel them getting close. despite your tears blurring your vision, you could see how sae's balls tensed, how his expression and arms were stiff, and could taste the salty pungency of his cum in your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

your breathing was labored, and your stomach felt hot with ropes of bunny's cum landing on your flushed, bruised skin. you felt your legs still shake and cum still dripping out from your hole.

meanwhile, sae glared at bunny, his face contorting into a deep scowl at the sound of bunny's quiet mocking laughter. "get the fuck out."

bunny smiled, "i knew i would win, anyway!" he put his shirt back on and whistled at you. "let me know when you want some real pleasure again, muñequita, and not some—what do you say? tepid dick."

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a/n: i miss posting for bunny wjbvlweeoubefoq

[megurusmuse]

he forgets his wedding ring at home, second day in a row [sae itoshi x reader]

The second morning you found Sae’s wedding ring in the drawer, you didn’t get angry. You looked at it for a moment, picking it up and feeling the metal with your fingers, and then you smiled. Very Dangerously.

“Oh,” you whispered. “So this is who we are today.”

Yesterday, you had reminded him on call. Yesterday, he had said, “I won’t forget.”

And yet there it was.

So you picked it up, got dressed in wide-leg black trousers, a fitted sleeveless top, oversized sunglasses, and heels sharp enough to puncture, and drove straight to his practice.

By the time you reached, training was in full swing. The field stretched bright and green under the afternoon sun. Players moved in clean drills, passes snapping back and forth, cleats cutting across turf. Staff stood near the sidelines with clipboards. Someone shouted instructions in Spanish.

And there was Sae, in the middle of the field. Of course. Calm, sharp, flawless and obviously, annoyingly beautiful.

He received a pass, turned with surgical precision, and sent the ball clean through two defenders like they were decorative cones.

A few teammates clapped. One whistled.

He barely reacted at all this commotion, but then he turned noticing you walking towards him from the sidelines on the pavement.

His entire body paused, eyes narrowed slightly behind that unreadable face, as if trying to figure out whether you were real, why you were there, and why you looked like you had arrived to ruin his afternoon.

His teammates noticed immediately probably because Sae never froze.

One of them followed his gaze, then another. Soon half the field was looking at you.

A tall striker nudged another player and muttered something. Someone else grinned. Sae’s expression shifted into annoyance. Not at you. At them, his teammates.

Every click of your heels on the pavement near the turf was audible till the end of the field. The coach blinked. A staff member looked like he wanted to stop you, then took one look at your face and reconsidered his life choices.

Sae started walking toward you, his posture was controlled, but his eyes were alert.

“What are you doing here?” he asked walking towards you.

You smiled. “Good afternoon to you too, husband.”

You stopped in front of him, heels sinking slightly into the grass, you pulled out the ring from your pocket, “Forgot something?”

His teammates immediately went silent. Sae exhaled through his nose, “You came all the way here for that?”

You held up the ring between two fingers. “For that?” you repeated. “Interesting. I thought this was the internationally recognized symbol of a ‘married man.’ Are you not one? My mistake.”

Someone behind him coughed lightly.

You rolled your eyes and he held out his hand. You didn’t give him the ring. Instead, you took his wrist, lifted his hand, and slid the ring onto his finger yourself. Deliberately slow and very publically.

“There,” you said. “Congratulations. You’re married again.”

He looked down at your hand holding his, then back up at you. “I was married before you put it back.”

You shrug gently, "I dont know, were you?"

A teammate whispered, “Damn.” You glanced past Sae, “Louder. I drove forty minutes.”

The team lost it. Sae looked at you, eyes calm but amused. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

“You could’ve called.”

“I did. Yesterday. When I reminded you and you promised.”

“It slipped my mind.”

You gasped softly. “Your wedding ring slipped your mind.”

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

Your brows lifted. “It doesn’t mean anything?”

His eyes sharpened. “You know what I mean.”

Sae stared at you. You stared back. A faint breeze moved across the field. Somewhere behind him, a teammate whispered, “She’s amazing.”

His jaw shifted. You stepped closer and patted his chest. “Listen carefully, genius. You may forget tactics, names, dinners-”

“I don’t forget tactics.”

“But you will not forget this ring.”

His teammates were openly grinning now.

Sae leaned closer to you, voice low. “You done?”

You smiled sweetly as you adjusted his collar. “For now.” Then you turned to leave.

He caught your wrist gently. You looked back.

He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles, teal eyes never leaving yours.

“Won’t happen again.”

You tilted your head, amused. “I know it wont. This will be the last of it, one way or the other.” You threatened casually.

Sae finally laughed under his breath, you staking your claim on him in public? Almost proud and immediately turned on.

As you walked away, Leornado went to him and muttered, “Your wife is scary.”

Sae looked at the ring on his finger.

Then at your retreating figure.

“No,” he said calmly.

“She’s perfect.”

NOTE: my first post on this new blog! let me know if you would like this version for other blue lock guys too? on season 2 currently, and every time they mention sae my brain starts playing "I'm bringin' sexy back, yeah!" Gosh, I love him so much!

Also, requests are open! :)

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

itoshi sae and his ideal type !

if there was one thing about sae, it’s that he’s the most honest person around.

it was always safe to ask him for unsolicited advice because of how blunt he was. he never held back a single thought, never sugarcoated any of his words.

you never felt as if you had to question his words, because he was just so straightforward. and sae always says things so plainly—which was also why it was particularly heartwarming to hear him say “i love you.”

but there’s one secret that itoshi sae would never, not once in his life, tell you.

“big brother, have you ever thought about who you’re going to marry when you grow up?” rin asked, round aquamarine eyes stared at his older brother.

“isn’t that obvious?” sae replied, raising an eyebrow. “i’m going to marry soccer, duh!”

“but big brother, soccer can’t kiss you or hug you.” rin said worriedly. at ages 5 and 7, neither of the two were particularly knowledgeable in the field of romance.

“erghhhhh…” sae gripped rin’s hand. “then i’ll marry someone who is kick ass at soccer and can beat me in a one-on-one! yeah, that’s my type. someone who’s super duper good at soccer.”

now, sae stares at you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, as you struggle with the soccer ball in front of you. the more you chase it, the farther it goes. the more you kick it, the more out of control it gets. you’ve fallen face first on multiple occasions just today.

he lets out a sigh before he picks up the soccer ball. “you’re awful,” he looks at you disapprovingly, your hands and parts of your face covered in soot. “when was the last time you touched a soccer ball?” sae asks.

“before today…? like, elementary school.” you recount. sae deadpans; no wonder you’re so bad at this.

“looks like there’s no hope.” he swipes his thumb across your face, brushing away some of the soot. when you lean into his touch, his eyes soften ever-so-slightly.

it’s ironic, a total cruel twist of fate. after all, sae had promised himself to marry someone who was a pro at soccer. but instead, he ended up with a total amateur and could barely touch a soccer ball without faceplanting.

but as sae watches you use your fists as a weak attempt to clean your face, he can’t help but feel warmth seep through his chest.

soccer or not, pro or not, it doesn’t matter to sae. because as long as it’s you, even if you’re a total idiot at soccer, sae would choose you every single day of the week.

writing this at 4 am in the airport rn :p i’ve got a 6 hour layover after my flight, then i’ve got a 13 hour flight. i’ll try to get in as many drabbles as i can

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[lumiambrose]

good morning, trouble ft. Sae Itoshi

・❥・smut mdni god forbid a girl get some early morning cardio... especially when your mans looking a bit too fine to be asleep ;p

you don't mean to.

that's what you tell yourself, anyway.

it's early, the kind of early where the light through the curtains is still grey and soft, and the whole room smells like him, like warmth and sleep and something faintly cologne-sweet. sae is still out, breathing slow and even beside you, one arm thrown above his head, lashes resting dark against his cheeks. he looks almost approachable like this. almost soft.

and then your eyes drop.

his sleep shorts have ridden up just enough. his thighs are right there, and god, they're unfair. lean and athletic, dusted with a faint tan line, the muscle of them visible even relaxed. you know how strong they are. you've seen them on the pitch. you've been between them.

you shift a little. just to get comfortable. that's all.

except comfortable ends up with your thigh slotted over his and your hips doing this slow, half-conscious roll, chasing the friction before your brain has fully agreed to it.

the first press of his thigh between your legs makes you exhale quietly through your nose.

okay.

you can't stop now.

you move again, slow and careful, not wanting to wake him yet, riding the firm muscle of his thigh with the thin fabric of your underwear the only thing between you. the pressure is good. it's really good. you bite your lip and let your hips find a rhythm, small and shallow, hands braced soft against the sheets.

a tiny sound slips out. barely anything. a little breathy exhale.

sae's breathing changes.

you freeze.

"…" nothing. he's still.

you wait three full seconds, then keep going.

the friction builds and your hips roll a little deeper, chasing it, and another sound rises in your throat, this one less controlled, a soft whimper that you try to muffle against your own shoulder. the warmth is pooling low in your stomach and you're wet now, genuinely, the thin cotton of your underwear useless.

"you're actually unbelievable."

you jolt.

sae's voice is low and rough with sleep, not angry, not amused exactly, just deeply, terribly aware. his eyes are open, watching you with that half-lidded look that does nothing good for your composure. he hasn't moved. he's just looking at you, jaw ticking once.

"i was sleeping," he says.

"i know," you say, a little breathless.

"and you're humping my thigh."

"i'm not humping—"

he moves his thigh, a slow deliberate press upward, and the sound that comes out of you is mortifying. his expression shifts, something tightening behind his eyes, a muscle in his throat working.

you feel it before you see it. the way his jaw sets. the decision being made.

"mhmm," he says, quiet, almost to himself.

then his hands find your hips and he flips you, pressing you back into the mattress with his thigh slotted firmly between your legs, his body warm and solid over yours. morning-rumpled and unhurried, he looks down at you with those teal eyes slightly dark.

"keep going," he murmurs.

"what?"

"you started something." his thumb traces your hip bone. "finish it."

your face goes hot. "sae…"

"grind on my thigh," he says, perfectly even, like he's telling you to drink water. "go on."

and somehow that's worse than if he'd said it mean. it's the patience in it. the control. sae watching you with those sleep-soft eyes while you roll your hips against him, shameless now because you've been caught and there's no point pretending, and the friction is so much better with him pressed close, with his hands guiding your rhythm, his thigh flexing deliberately under you.

"s'good," you breathe, fingers curling into his shirt.

"yeah?" a low sound in his chest, not quite a groan. barely.

you can feel him getting hard against your hip. feel the way his grip on you tightens just slightly, the rhythm you're keeping pushing against his control in a way he won't admit out loud. his jaw is tight. his breathing has gone careful in a way that means he's working to keep it even.

"sae," you gasp softly, the tension winding up fast.

"i know." his voice has dropped an octave.

and then his hand slides from your hip down between your bodies, his fingers pressing against your underwear right where you're soaked through, and the sound you make is nothing like the careful quiet noises from before. it's loud and genuine and a little broken.

"christ," he mutters under his breath.

he pulls the fabric aside and his fingers find you properly and then you're gone, genuinely gone, grinding and shaking and coming apart with his name falling out of your mouth in pieces while he works you through it with a patience that should be illegal, watching your face like he's cataloguing every second.

you're still shaking when he finally stills his hand.

the room is quiet. grey-lit and warm. outside a bird starts up somewhere distant.

sae doesn't say anything for a long moment. then he presses his lips to your temple, brief and almost careless, his hand resting flat and warm on your stomach.

"next time," he says quietly, mouth still close to your ear, "wake me up."

a pause.

"properly."

you can feel his heartbeat against your side, faster than he'd ever admit. the sheets are a wreck. your thighs are still trembling. and sae settles back against the pillow with his arm around your waist like he didn't just completely unravel you before seven in the morning, already closing his eyes again.

like he's going back to sleep.

like you're supposed to just lie here, wet and wrecked and wanting more, in the ruin of what started as a quiet little moment that you absolutely, definitely did not mean to start.

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[kleinflx]

LAP 37 : SAE10 — after a crash, he only softens for you .

your remember watching your boyfriend, sae itoshi in the team garage. it was fast, blink once and you might even miss him.

then lap 37 happened.

it happened so quickly that nobody in the garage understood what they were watching at first.

one second, sae’s car was still fighting for position through the corner. the next, bunny’s front wing clipped his rear tire at the worst possible angle.

the sound came before the impact fully registered. a sharp crack over the broadcast, then the violent snap of rubber losing grip. sae’s car spun immediately.

tires screeching against the track while sparks burst dangerously. for half a second, the car slid sideways across the asphalt completely out of control before slamming into the barriers with a force loud enough to make the entire garage go silent.

your stomach dropped so fast it hurt.

voices filled the garage instantly after that. engineers talking over each other, mechanics standing up too quickly, screens replaying the crash from three different angles while your eyes stayed locked on sae’s stopped car.

the halo shifted slightly.

sae climbed out slower than usual, helmet still on, movements sharp with frustration more than hurt. one of the team approached him immediately, but sae waved them off before they could touch him.

even from the screen, you could tell how angry he was. his shoulders looked so tense it was enough to snap.

bunny had tried to overtake too aggressively into the turn and sae had defended the line late.

neither of them backed off.

both of them disqualified.

by the time sae got back to the garage, the entire atmosphere felt miserable.

mechanics moved around quietly while engineers avoided eye contact, reviewing footage on the monitors again. somewhere nearby, someone muttered about damage costs before immediately going silent when sae walked past.

he pulled his helmet off roughly, “fucking lukewarm idiot.” he muttered under his breath.

you followed after him carefully while he disappeared farther toward the back of the garage away from everybody else.

sae leaned heavily against one of the counters, jaw tight enough to hurt.

“sae.”

“what.”

his voice came out annoyed immediately. it wasn’t directed at you but just angry in general. he dragged a hand through his hair before laughing once under his breath. it was bitter and exhausted.

“lap 37.. too fucking early.” he muttered. “unbelievable.”

you stayed quiet for a second longer before stepping closer.

“are you hurt?”

“no.” he pauses, “car’s destroyed though.”

his expression twisted slightly after saying it.

you could still picture the crash too clearly. the way the car spun and the impact against the wall. your chest tightened again just thinking about it.

sae noticed the look on your face almost immediately.

“…[name].”

the anger in his voice softened slightly this time.

“that looked really bad.” you looked away first.

“i’m fine.”

“i know.” but your hands still shook a little.

sae stared at you for a moment before exhaling quietly through his nose. some of the frustration drained from his posture after that, replaced by something more tired.

“he turned in too late,” he muttered. “there wasn’t enough space.”

you nodded lightly even though you barely understood the technical side of it. sae kept talking anyway, more to himself than to you.

“i had the pace and everything. iglesias ruined both races for nothing.”

his hands curled tightly against the edge of the counter. he wasn’t hurt from the crash or the disqualification, but the fact that he thought he could’ve won.

you stepped closer carefully before resting your hand against his wrist. sae went quiet.

“you scared me,” you admitted softly.

his eyes flickered toward you. for a second, he looked guilty. he sighed and leaned forward slightly until his forehead rested against your shoulder.

the sudden movement surprised you enough that your other hand automatically settled against the back of his head.

“sorry.” he muttered.

you hummed and smiled weakly.

his voice sounded muffled against you while the garage remained noisy around the two of you. sae stayed where he was for another quiet moment before mumbling bitterly,

“i’m still going to kill the fucking bunny later.”

you laughed softly despite yourself. “maybe wait until after the interviews.”

“fuck those interviews too.”

[itoshiabi]

Drunk in love

2k followers event, request no. 14: After getting drunk for the first time in his life, Rin stops hiding how much he truly loves you by clinging, kissing and blurting out plans to marry you in the middle of the night.

It's past midnight when your phone starts vibrating.

You groan, still half-asleep, blindly reaching for it while the room remains dark except for the faint glow of your screen. You expect some useless group chat notification, but then you see the caller ID.

Meguru Bachira.

Your brows furrow instantly.

"...What the hell?"

The moment you answer, loud music explodes through the speaker hard enough to make you pull the phone away from your ear.

"HI!!"

You flinch. "Why are you screaming?!"

"It's URGENT!" Bachira yells back, sounding way too entertained for someone supposedly dealing with an emergency.

You sit up slowly, suddenly alert. "What happened?"

There's loud shuffling in the background. Someone is laughing. Someone else sounds like they're crying. You hear what suspiciously sounds like Shoei Barou threatening everyone.

Then Bachira lowers his voice dramatically.

"HE'S ASKING FOR YOU."

"Who?"

"RINNNNNNNN!"

Your stomach drops instantly.

Btachira starts cackling before you can even process it. "Your boyfriend, who is emotionally unavailable like seventy-seven percent of the time suddenly has the energy of a supernova because he's drunk out of his mind."

You freeze.

"Rin is WHAT?"

"Drunk," Bachira repeats gleefully. "We made a prank and he fell for it. And he's really a lightweight. We didn't even know this was physically possible."

In the background, you hear another commotion.

"RIN DON'T—"

Then his voice cuts through the noise.

"Where is she...?" Rin yells somewhere near the phone. "Tell her I want her here. Now."

Your soul leaves your body.

You throw the blanket off immediately.

"Oh my god."

Bachira snorts. "Yeah, come quickly. He's terrifying."

"I'm on my way."

➽──────────────❥

The second you step into the club, your senses get assaulted by flashing lights, vibrating bass, alcohol and chaos. And somehow, in the middle of all of it, Rin still stands out instantly.

Even though he is being physically restrained by Barou and Isagi.

You stop walking.

Your boyfriend, who's normally composed to the point of being emotionally constipated, is currently fighting two professional athletes because apparently the only thing he wants in life right now is you.

His dark hair is messy, falling into his eyes. His cheeks are noticeably flushed from alcohol. His black shirt is half untucked like he stopped caring hours ago.

And somehow that only makes him look even more unfairly attractive.

Barou looks one second away from murder.

"Hold him properly, idiot!"

"I am holding him!" Isagi snaps back while Rin nearly drags both of them forward.

Bachira notices you first and his grin becomes horrifyingly wide.

"Ohhhh," he sings. "Look who's here."

Rin's head lifts immediately.

The second his eyes land on you, everything about him changes.

He freezes completely and the irritation disappears from his face completely. His expression softens instantly, dark eyes locking onto yours with such overwhelming focus that your chest tightens.

Then suddenly—

"YOUUUUUUU!"

He practically launches himself across the room.

Barou curses violently. Isagi stumbles sideways. And Rin crashes into you hard enough to nearly make you fall.

But his arms wrap around your waist immediately, lifting you clean off the floor like you weigh nothing.

"I missed you," he mumbles directly into your neck, words slurring together. "So much."

Your face burns instantly.

"R-Rin, oh my god—"

He pulls back only enough to cup your face in both hands, squishing your cheeks together while staring at you with glassy eyes full of drunken affection.

"I love you," he announces loudly.

The entire nearby area goes silent for half a second and then everyone's phone immediately comes out.

You want to evaporate.

"I love you," he repeats with complete seriousness, like this is the most important confession of his life. "You're so pretty."

"Delete those videos!" you shout in horror.

"Absolutely not," Reo says instantly, already recording excitedly.

Rin ignores everything happening around him because he's too busy kissing you.

Messily, everywhere. Your lips, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck. He has absolutely no restraint or whatsoever now that he's drunk.

"I love you so much," he mutters between kisses, words warm against your skin. "Why weren't you here? I needed you."

You clutch the front of his shirt helplessly, completely overwhelmed by the fact that this is Rin, the same man who acts like hand-holding in public equals to scandal.

"I was home," you whisper desperately. "Rin, calm down—"

"No." The answer comes immediately. "I'm not calming down."

Then he kisses your cheek again.

"Not until I kiss you more."

Barou looks disgusted, Isagi is blushing, Bachira is whizzing, Reo is proudly recording without a care.

But then after a lot of pursuing they finally agrees to getting Rin into a cab.

Barou hurriedly opens the door of the cab while muttering about never pulling pranks on Rin again.

Isagi pushes Rin toward the seat with visible exhaustion.

And the second you climb into the cab, Rin immediately grabs you and drags you straight onto his lap.

"Mine," he mumbles, wrapping both arms around your waist possessively. "Stay."

"I'm literally right here."

"Good."

He buries his face in your chest immediately, arms tightening around you like he thinks you might disappear if he loosens his grip for even a second.

The city lights flicker through the windows while he absentmindedly traces lazy patterns against your waist.

Everything about him feels soft right now, so unlike the Rin everyone else knows.

Then suddenly he speaks again.

"You know..." he murmurs sleepily, "I'm gonna marry you."

You blink.

"...What?"

"I already planned it."

Your entire brain short-circuits.

"The ring," he continues seriously. "The proposal, the penthouse." He tilts his head up just enough to press a sloppy kiss against your jaw. "Two kids too."

Your heartbeat starts malfunctioning.

"A boy first," he says thoughtfully. "Then a girl."

You almost tear up.

"I wanna wake up with you every day." Another kiss. "Every morning." Another. "For the rest of my life."

You stare down at him in disbelief while he holds you like you're the only thing anchoring him to earth.

"You're so drunk," you whisper softly, running your fingers through his silky hair.

"And I still love you," he groans dramatically, hugging you tighter. "I always miss you. Even if you leave for like five minutes."

Your throat tightens painfully because he sounds so sincere, so vulnerable.

Rin nuzzles against your neck again, eyes half closed.

"I don't wanna hide it anymore," he mumbles quietly. "I just wanna love you."

And somehow that affects you more than everything else tonight.

Because sober Rin loves silently, through actions, protection, through the way he remembers every tiny thing about you.

But drunk Rin says it aloud like he physically can't hold it inside anymore.

By the time you finally get home, Rin is clinging to you so heavily that walking through the doorway becomes nearly impossible.

The second the door closes behind you, he grabs your wrist immediately.

"Bed," he says.

"You want to sleep?"

"No." His brows furrow like the suggestion offended him. "Want to hold you."

You laugh softly despite yourself and guide him toward the bedroom anyway. He stumbles dramatically before collapsing face-first onto the mattress with absolutely zero dignity.

Then he rolls over and opens his arms.

"Come here," he repeats with a VERY cute pout that can ruin nations.

And of course our heart doesn't survive it. So you lay down.

And the moment you lie down beside him, he wraps himself around you instantly like an oversized possessive cat.One arm slides around your waist, one hand disappears into your hair, one leg hooks over yours to trap you in place.

Then he exhales deeply against your shoulder like he can finally breathe properly again.

"God," he whispers, pressing slow kisses against your collarbone, "I love you so much."

You stroke his hair gently, unable to stop smiling.

"You're cute when you're drunk."

"I'm cute always," he mumbles immediately. "You're the one who says that."

You laugh quietly.

"Okay, yeah. True."

He lifts his head slightly then, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes and suddenly the teasing expression disappears completely.

"Please don't leave me," he whispers.

Your chest aches instantly.

You cup his face carefully, brushing your thumb against his flushed cheek.

"I'm not leaving, ever."

Rin studies your expression for a few quiet seconds like he's making sure you mean it.

Then finally, slowly, he relaxes.

"Good," he murmurs.

He leans forward and presses a lingering kiss against your forehead, slow and warm and full of sleepy affection.

"You're my everything."

A few minutes later his words start slurring together from exhaustion but even while half-asleep, he still reaches for your hand.Still brings it to his lips.

Still presses one final sleepy kiss against your palm.

"I'm gonna marry you," he murmurs weakly. "Even if I gotta fight the whole world first."

Then his grip loosens slightly as sleep finally drags him under.

And you're left lying there in the dim quiet of your room, staring at your sleeping boyfriend while your entire face burns.

Because you've realize that youre too are  completely, hopelessly gone for him.

[r1nitoshi1]

is this real?

[etherealrin]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ hoodie

you post the selfie on your story mindlessly. its one of those macbook photobooth pictures, the hoodie and tiny shorts you’re wearing scarcely cover your bare legs. wait. the hoodie. 

you remember now. this hoodie that you’ve worn so many times it may as well be yours, except its not. and your ex, itoshi rin, would definitely recognize it as his. it’s the same stupidly perfect teal color as his eyes. the zipper at the bottom has been long broken, and the sleeves are a little burnt from the cigarette butts he would extinguish. the cotton is perfectly sun-faded, and if you close your eyes, it still smells like a little of mint and smoke. like him. 

you vaguely wonder if you should take your story down. it’s a little too late though. your friends have already liked and commented, and over two hundred people have viewed it. it actually occurs to you that you should keep it posted, because what if he sees it? rin still follows you after all. would he swipe up and ask for his hoodie back? would he even care?

the only thing you can do now is sit and wait. you stalk your own story like a psycho. if rin wants his damn hoodie back, he’ll have to come and take it. 

you’re lost in a memory of him when your phone buzzes. loud. 

evil ex (i miss him): what the fuck is that my hoodie?

you: no “hello i missed you” ?

evil ex (i miss him): you’re insane.

you: and?

evil ex (i miss him): maybe i miss being driven crazy all the time?

hook, line, and sinker.

you: so like…if u want this hoodie back u gotta come take it off me :3

evil ex (i miss him): i hate you.

evil ex (i miss him): be ready in 10

a/n: let’s just say that rin got his hoodie back only temporarily. you took it from him again the next morning. ılılılılılılı now playing: hoodie by hey violet masterlist!