𓏵 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 🪷.yui !!
✉️ 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾ㅤ: ㅤ𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌&𝗎. ⇩
⇨ ⌞ ♱ masterlist ♱ rules - ⌝
˚ ▒ ₊ㅤ Ⳋ᧙ ⁺
𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 (𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌): @honeyluvsw + @cursed-carmine
𝗏 ; ౨ৎ .10-07⋆
⇨ 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇.!!

izzy's playlists!

shark vs the universe

Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
tumblr dot com
ojovivo

blake kathryn
Show & Tell

oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.

No title available
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

tannertan36
trying on a metaphor

roma★

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Today's Document
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

if i look back, i am lost

★
seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia
seen from T1

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Dominican Republic
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Colombia
seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia

seen from South Africa

seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Togo

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
@r1nitoshi1
𓏵 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 🪷.yui !!
✉️ 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾ㅤ: ㅤ𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌&𝗎. ⇩
⇨ ⌞ ♱ masterlist ♱ rules - ⌝
˚ ▒ ₊ㅤ Ⳋ᧙ ⁺
𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 (𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌): @honeyluvsw + @cursed-carmine
𝗏 ; ౨ৎ .10-07⋆
⇨ 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇.!!
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.
likes, comments, reblogs: much appreciated.
how do we feel about getting fingered by sae. lol. ✌️
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.”
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.
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.”
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.
first thing i see when returning to tumblr is kiss posting rin fluff…
am i dreaming?
also hi guys…
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.
TAGLIST:
@g-gulp @seijakuu00 @sae-ki @mellllia @luvvcharxo @prime-vere @chromaticturtleshambler @thetwinkims @letsmakeittothemorning @sofytsyaq @tsumu-senpai @hsxhype @hsxhype @ieathairs @kittybs112 @vaelils @kaylallmaoo @blynxissm @yunisl @furina223224 @reibonnhrts @tvkvi @kaisersbaee @lukewarmies @aveeniexoxo @kenmaswife0 @bboredumbb @h4zzel @fleuritsum @riniologie @shinoagriche @shxmaiiii @ininiaaa
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.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 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."
-
-
masterlist
a/n: i miss posting for bunny wjbvlweeoubefoq
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.”
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
© 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||||။၊|။• this tiktok
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 @/𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!
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."
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.”
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."
is this real?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 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?