“i’m close.” - “already?” ft sae, rin & kaiser
you had him flat on top of you, forehead pressed to yours, his voice low and breathless. “shit… i’m close…”
you blinked up at him, all sweet and innocent. “already?”
silence. like time stopped. like god himself went “oh no”. sae pulled back and stared down at you with the deadest, blankest expression you’d ever seen. “excuse me?”
you smiled softly. “i just thought itoshi sae would last longer.”
he stared, then slowly pulled out. you opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, his voice ice cold. “oh no. you just challenged me.”
he grabbed your hips, flipped you over, and said flatly, “if you tap out, i win.”
you never saw the light of day again. you started praying after round two, and he whispered “already?” in your ear every time your pussy clenched.
he had your leg thrown over his shoulder, his eyes clenched shut, biting back curses. “f-fuck. i’m close.”
you tilted your head, totally deadpan. “…already?”
rin opened his eyes slowly, a bit like a horror movie villain. “what did you just say?”
you blinked. “i mean, we just started.”
his entire personality fractured. he pulled out immediately and sat back on his heels, staring at the wall like he was dissociating. “i can’t believe this.”
you tried to cuddle him. “rinnie, it’s okay—”
“i’m gonna train for six hours tomorrow,” he muttered.
“no. i’m gonna run until i forget this happened.”
you kissed his pouty mouth and whispered, “don’t worry, you usually last longer.”
you didn’t get dicked again for 48 hours out of pure spite. you felt sorry for him. you felt sorry for yourself. you said sorry with your mouth the whole night, and then the next.
he was in the zone. hair stuck to his forehead, body pressed to yours, hips snapping hard and rough. he groaned against your ear. “fuck—i’m close—”
you let out a fake surprised gasp. “already?”
kaiser stopped moving. his jaw? dropped. his soul? ascended. “what the fuck did you just say to me?”
you blinked. “nothing, baby. just didn’t realize we were on a speedrun.”
he snapped. “oh hell no.” he pulled out, shoved your knees to your chest, and re-entered with ungodly force. “you wanna joke? still think i’m close now?”
you were whimpering before the second thrust. he was taunting you by round three.
“oh, what’s wrong? thought i was fast, yeah? you close already, püppi?”
you learned a valuable lesson that night. never poke the kaiser. or only when you don’t plan to walk and sit the next day.