SAECCHARINE

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[saeccharine]

hello all, this blog has become permanently archived as i am merging it with my main blog ( @okkotsuus ). i am incredibly grateful for the support recieved on my posts and will continue my best to sate you freaks (lovingly)

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[fricks]

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[veraiku]

like you mad at me, baby !

─ ➤ In which he accidentally eavesdrops on your conversation with a friend regarding your fantasies of him going rough. and as your boyfriend, who was he to deny his pretty girlfriend?

⊹˙. ꒰ featuring ─ Yukimiya Kenyu x fem! reader ꒱ .˙⊹

** warnings : fem! reader, light cheek slapping (like twice), light choking, pet names (sweetheart, love, baby), p in v, mating press I think, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home !!), mentions of manhandling, and poorly written smut hehe ૮˶´ ᵕˋ ა . .

** note : hihi !! this is my first fanfic / drabble ever so I’m sorry if it’s weird + english isn’t my first language so please excuse the mistakes that are made .. and honestly I was half asleep making this fic LOL .. buut if you do enjoy, do consider reblogging maybe ;3 ? tqq !!

** wc : 1,565 words !

໒ ; be warned ! smut below the cut. ;

Yukimiya Kenyu has the patience of a saint. he’s sweet — kind, caring, the synonyms go as long as a grocery shopping list. and oh, not to mention his respect for women. it’s truly endearing how he’s not afraid to express that to you — how he’s not afraid to make sure that you know that you’re his first and last love. by carrying your groceries, giving his jacket when it’s cold out, he truly never fails to show how much he loves you.

now, he’s also not one to eavesdrop. he finds it truly disrespectful and meaningless. he’s sure to keep his ears and mind to himself whenever a phone call or conversation is happening around him — friend or not, even if it’s just a word he had heard — he doesn’t enjoy eavesdropping, no matter who it is talking.

but now, even if he hates to admit it, he’s slightly thankful that he eavesdropped a small bit on your conversation with a friend on the other line. even if the guilt is gnawing at him — eating him alive for even thinking on invading your privacy and for him to feel somewhat glad he did, another part of him wants to make your wishes come true.

“I dunno. it’s not that he doesn’t satisfy me — hell, he’s more than enough. I just want to know what he’s like if he’s a little rough, y’know what I mean?”

oh, he knows what you mean. he’s not shaming you for it — your wishes are completely valid and understandable. he has always been rather gentle and soft during intimacy — hands interlocked as he whispers praises into your ear, thrusts slow but deep — deep enough to hit that gummy spot inside of you and have your toes curling.

he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries, or do something you don’t like. the two of you have been in love for as long as he can remember, from where he was an unknown football player to a rising star of bastard münchen. he’d honestly rather lose his career than to lose you, because what would he ever do if his other half was missing?

chained by the worry of accidentally hurting you, he’s been keeping himself on his best behavior during intimacy, holding back the urge to start ravaging you and show you what he’s been wanting to do for so long. why else do you think he laces his fingers with yours gently, caressing your body affectionately while kissing every inch of your skin? even through the temptation he gets, from the talks in the locker rooms and the videos he’s watched — he has to hold himself and his thoughts together, trying to ignore the way his dick springs up at the thought of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and nails scratching his back to leave pretty marks as he fucks the life out of you.

after all, your pleasure and comfort was his top priority, he doesn’t blame you for wanting a change of pace. but as your boyfriend, it’s his duty to make your wishes come true — right?

“k-kenyu -! what’s — mmph, gotten i-into you..!”

oh, you sound and look so pretty. lips parted in ecstasy with your brows furrowed, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you whine and writhe — if he knew this was what you wanted all along, he would’ve done this sooner, much much sooner. his grip on your legs grow tighter, making sure they don’t fall off his shoulders as he meanly drills his cock inside of your gummy walls.

“hm? thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart.” his tone was sickeningly sweet, as if he was comforting you on a bad day — as if his length wasn’t abusing your poor, sopping cunt. his glasses were folded neatly on the bedside table, as if he’s been planning on doing this for so long, as if he’s planned this from the very, very beginning.

what a silly question — he thinks. he could practically see the gears working in your head, as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make out what he was trying to imply behind that sweet and soothing tone of his — even through the way he was molding your pretty pussy into the precise shape of his cock, to its tip down to its veins, through the way that he was slowly engraving his name on your brain.

“h-haah ? — what do y-you mean, Ken—”

“I overheard your conversation.”

he wastes little to no time on cutting you off of your words. he lifts your hips a little higher, angling his own to hit even deeper inside of you. to him, him overhearing your conversation was nothing more than a silly excuse to fuck you a little rougher than he usually would. he would never intentionally eavesdrop on any phone call you were having. he couldn’t bite back the chuckle bubbling in his chest as you still looked up at him, dazed and confused — trying to focus on him and his words.

“about you wanting me to go rough.”

he almost wants to laugh at the way your eyes widen, lips parting to say something to defend yourself — but once more, he cuts you off, this time — with a sharp thrust of his hips against yours, watching in amusement and pleasure as your words abruptly turn into a choked moan.

“ ‘m not mad, love.” he reassures gently, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your forehead, one hand leaving your thighs to move to cup your cheeks, his hold gentle yet firm, a huge contrast to the way the sound of skin slapping quickly filled the room. a sleazy grin tugs the corners of his lips, as he lets out a soft, shaky exhale.

“haah — though I did wish you could’ve told me sooner,” he breathed out gently, slowly finding himself lost in the feeling of your walls wrapped so snugly around him — pulling him in deeper like a drug.

“you d-don’t know how — ugh, long I’ve been wanting to do this.” his eyes take in the pretty sight below him, how your chest heaves and breasts bounce with each harsh thrust. his hand trails down from your chin to your left boob, squeezing it gently.

he snickers at the way your head was tilting to the side slowly, as if you were completely fucked out already — your vision blurry with tears.

“look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart.” his hand gently slaps your cheek not once, but twice — gentle but firm enough to get your full attention. “makes me wonder. do you like it when I manhandle you, then?” tilting his head to the side slightly, his slender fingers trail down once more — wrapping around your pretty neck just enough to keep your head in place, pushing it against pillows gently.

“o-oh, yes — Kenyu, right there-!”

his cock hits that gummy spot inside of you which makes you loll your head back, the heel of your feet digging into his back as wanton moans escape your throat.

His brows knit together, soft grunts escaping his throat as he could feel you clench around him. it’s like his first time with you all over again. his hips moved at an inhuman speed — a speed he normally conserved for when he was on the field, whereas his goal would be to score the winning shot, but this time? his goal was to score his load into you as deep as he fucking could.

if his memory was bound to be erased, leaving him with only one choice on which memory he would like to keep, he would definitely choose this one.

shit. he could feel his dick twitching inside of you the more he took in the sight of his fingers wrapped around your throat, tears now streaming down your cheeks as the sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls — his balls hitting against your hole so perfectly. and he’s trying not to shoot his load just yet, because God does he want this moment to last, but with the way your eyes are rolled to the back of your head? it’s proving to be much more difficult then he had originally thought.

it’s almost unfair how pretty you look. a light sheen of sweat coating your body, a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead due to said sweat. how can you expect him to last? this was so much better than his imagination, so so much better than the thoughts his mind would visualize out during those nights where he’d fist his cock tightly to the thoughts of you.

“I-I’m sorry,, Kenyu — d-didn’t mean it that way, I swear —“ you say in between thrusts, struggling to keep your voice loud enough for him to hear properly. you could make out the chuckle escaping his lips, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“now, what’s there to be sorry about, love?” he coos gently,

“If anything, jus’ gives me more of a reason to have your eyes rolling further to the back of your skull.”

— a/n ! : ts lowkey ass but it’ll have to do for now woopsies, hope you guys liked this !!

I do not give consent to plagiarize, copy, or translate in any form whatsoever — thank you!

[wondeurland]

poly!ryusae smut maybe? 🥺

Sorry if the question was uncomfortable to you, but I find poly!ryusae cute (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

— TEST DRIVE.

ITOSHI SAE & SHIDOU RYUSEI. — sae thinks that with the addition of shidou into the relationship, you and him should get more familiar with each other on a more... personal scale.

contains/cw ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns, polyamorous relationship, smut, fingering, praise kink, implied-bi!sae & shidou, mild voyeurism, threesome implied at end, implied aged-up characters (20s) ; not fully edited as of 03/07 a/n ; it's been awhile since i've written smut so apologies if i'm a little rusty :L also darling anonnie do not fret i've been looking for an excuse to write about them more so thank u for enjoying these two freaks as much as i do! wc ; 3.2k

**explicit content — minors do not interact.**

"Just take him out for a test drive."

... was what your boyfriend had said to you a few days ago when you asked what you and him should do next in regards to the man you've both had your eyes on for the past couple of months. Shidou Ryusei, Number 13, center forward for your boyfriend's team and one of Japan's best strikers to date currently. It's hard to miss him and Sae's chemistry on the field, seeing how fluid they move together and how the ball just migrates so naturally toward them. To a more keen eye, it's even harder to miss how eccentric Shidou is around Sae, always prying for his attention and his praise like a dog to its master.

Sae would tell you about him when he comes home to your shared apartment, sighing about how the "Devil Boy" did this or that the "Horny Devil" did that. His tales of the infamous Number 13 would make you giggle at first over dinner, but when Sae told you that Shidou had found out about your existence and that Sae could just see that mischievous glint in Shidou's eye that Sae has gotten accustomed to when he showed the midfielder your Instagram account, you couldn't help but dabble yourself into this little... incident.

It was innocent at first—just making sure that Shidou knew that you were, in fact, real, by tagging along to Sae's practices and games more than you usually did. Then the touches began. Small and brief at the beginning, just giving his chest a congratulating tap after a win post-game with the team. Then you and him lingered around more, his legs not moving when yours accidentally bump into his; or perhaps Shidou would spot you and give you a large hug, welcoming you to the game and telling you to wish him and Sae good luck.

Then he'd raise the stakes a bit. Instead of a hug, he'd hold your hand in his own and kiss your knuckles, giving you a charming wink from below and peeking to see Sae's reaction (Shidou would twitch excitedly if Sae did as much as raise a brow). Or if Sae wasn't around, he'd hold your waist whenever he was escorting you out somewhere, just so he could "keep you safe, doll."

It all came hailing down one night after the last game of the season, where you and Sae invited Shidou out for dinner. Just the three of you.

In an addition to adding another glorious win to his soccer record, you and Sae offered Shidou another chance at upping his gluttonous pride.

"We want you to be a part of us," Sae stated simply, holding your hand and stroking the knuckles that Shidou had kissed upon his arrival at the private booth of the restaurant.

You laughed aloud so prettily at Shidou's confused look, one that you and Sae barely saw since Shidou was nothing less of overconfident.

"What Sae means is," you slide your empty hand over and beckon Shidou's own to join yours, you being the weaving connection between you, Sae, and Shidou. "we want to be a part of our relationship. If that's something you're interested in."

Shidou's magenta eyes had widened so large at the offer before a wicked smile preyed upon his lips, his tongue darting out to lick them. A soft giggle escaped you while Sae's lip quirked ever so slightly, his eyes deepening intently at the sight of his beloved and his dog getting along so well to his satisfaction.

You made sure to tip the housekeeper of the hotel you all stayed at extra heavily after you exited it with dazed looks on all your faces the morning after, legs feeling a little weaker than they were when you first came in.

A week later, Sae said you should get to know him better on a more intimate level. One less of an acquaintance and more of a partner considering you'll be around him much more now that he was woven in your life as more than just Sae's teammate. Sae saw him on a near day-to-day basis, so he took the opportunity when his parents asked him to come home one evening to leave you and Shidou alone to better yourselves with each other personally.

What he didn't expect was that you and Shidou just seem to hit things off a little too well.

You gasp aloud when you feel the tilt of Shidou's fingers curl upwards inside you, the hook of them sending a spark throughout your body. Nerves on fire, teeth go to bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as your body doubles forward limply. "Don't—!"

Shidou's arm around your waist tightens, making sure you stay upon his lap to ensure the closeness between you and him was uninterrupted. He peppers a slow trail of kisses on your shoulder blade, iconic smirk tattooing itself on your skin. "'Don't' what?"

Your legs that hang over Shidou's widen apart when he expands his own. Head lolling back to his shoulder, a heavy and ragged breath escapes you and you feel his fingers start to slowly pump again with their new position from inside you. The sparking sensation floods your body—more continuous, more rhythmic this time. The pleasure that came with every torturous more exponential than the last, especially as the pressure that Shidou applied rather than the speed of it seemed to be more effective than what you were used to.

"Don't... ah, tease," you mumble weakly, one of your legs twitching when Shidou's thumb adds to the play, tracing a pattern on your clit.

"Thought you wanted to take this nice and slow, doll," Shidou whispers in your ear, smirk in his voice nothing less of evident. "Just wanna break you in first before I truly break you. If you catch my drift, hm?"

Shidou's chuckle just barely registers in your ears, your mind muddled with the sensation that rocks your body. He suddenly quickens his fingers and your spine jolts. You let out a cry as you squirm in his lap again before his fingers slow down to the normal pace again. A whine pulls from your cracked throat, dry from the huffing and gasping.

"Ngh," you bite your warbling lip again, tears pricking your eyes as Shidou pulls his fingers out of you briefly... before jutting them in again and pumping... and then pulling out once more, empty air hitting your core. "No..."

"You don't like it?" Shidou teases, coy faux in his tone. "You like it the old way?"

The rapid nod of your head makes him bare his pearly whites widely. Who knew Sae's girl could end up so pathetic and needy? Shidou wonders if you and him are just like this alone, considering he was the one pampered that night in the hotel as an introduction to you and Sae. One of the best—if not, the best—nights of his life, dare he say. Just thinking back to when Sae's hands were around his cock as you kissed him hotly, silk sheets rustling about, made his pants tighter. He thinks of himself as spoiled, truly. The two people he's always wanted now equally by his side, giving him all the drive that he needs to amp up his body to explode in full.

Shidou's unoccupied hand goes to carefully take off your delicate underwear, noticing the evident wet patch on the fabric caused by you earlier.

"You don't mind if I keep these, do you?" he hums when he presses a kiss to your hot cheek when he tucks it away. "It'll be a little souvenir from my cute girlfriend."

Oh how it feels so right when the word spills from his lips—calling you his. Shidou supposes it's the guilt that was bubbling inside of him for so long since he first laid his eyes on you, a taken woman; not only that, but one of his best bud's woman (though, Shidou thinks there's some blurriness between him and Sae's relationship since both parties knew damn well there was more than just that, especially when Sae's eyes would linger a little too long at his bare, tanned, sweaty skin in the locker room). He reveled in it, though, feeling an excitement brew at the guilt that conjured whenever he'd look at you with a swirl of want as you reflected nothing back but innocence.

God, how he just wanted to absolutely ruin you.

And now a divine power has given him the chance to, and Shidou is sure as hell making sure he's never letting this chance go.

"How does Sae do it, dolly?" Shidou mutters, watching his slicked fingers come in and out of you before he pulls them out completely, a stickiness webbing them to his delight. His other hand goes to grab your wrist and position it where his other was once was. "Go on, show me."

Your lips tremble.

"I don't know..." you murmur weakly. Sae fingered you as skillfully as Shidou did, though in a different artform. Where Shidou was teasing, Sae gave everything and anything all at once, enjoying bringing such a pleasure to you as quick as possible to pile them together. But you were always wrapped up in trying not to pass out to notice how he toyed with you. "I can't remember..."

Shidou clicks his tongue and juts out his bottom lip mockingly. "Aw, poor baby doesn't get fingered enough by her boyfriend?"

You shake your head. "No! Sae does, I just... don't know how he does it."

There's a strike of arrogance that comes about Shidou.

"Maybe he's not doing it well enough then," he says with a dry laugh, even though he knows those long, pale fingers of Sae's could and have done some damage.

You whip your head around, brows knitted with just the cutest little pout Shidou has ever seen bestowed on your glazed lips.

"He does!" you insist hotly to his delight, seeing a new side of you that fires him up. "Sae just—a-ah..."

Shidou cuts you off before you pick a fight with him, not liking how your attention turned to your boyfriend and not your new plaything, creeping his fingers back inside of you to distract you. His other hand from around your waist grabs your face and combines his and your lips, your whimpers being swallowed by him.

"I was just kidding, sweetness, " he laughs lowly as you whine. "I know Sae would never let his girl go empty like that. You guys have been together for how many years now?"

"Four," you sigh out when you and him separate, a string of saliva connecting you and him. "... and a half."

Shidou whistles, grinning. "Looks like I have some catching up to do then."

He goes back to massaging your insides, letting you get used to the feeling again in contrast from the emptiness you felt earlier briefly. Your eyes flutter shut and your body relaxes against his touch, chest heaving up and down in a steady beat as you absorb his fingers. There's a peace that overflows your body when you fully meld into the accustomed pleasure, but it doesn't last long because you feel another constraint inside yourself that makes your back arch, a strangled sound coming out of your throat.

"Oopsies," Shidou singsongs, glancing down at the three fingers stuffed within you. "My finger slipped."

"Ryusei—!" you hiss. You want to cuss him out, tell him that he should at least warn you beforehand, but the violent thrusting of his fingers that hit your threshold again and again and again make you lose and tumble over your words, Shidou's true nature finally beginning to peek out.

Your legs warble. The tips of your fingers are on fire. Your toes curl erratically as you near your first limit.

"Ahh," Shidou hums pleasantly, in contrast to the fierce pulsing of his fingers entering and exiting you, a whiteness embellishing itself between his digits to his satisfaction. Your chest heaves rapidly again, eyes shutting tightly and jaw gritting as you try to find the unbinding of the coil that builds up inside of you. "You like this, though, don't you?"

"Please...!" you heave out weakly. "S-slow down... or I'll—"

Your sentence ceases to finish, a broken moan falling from your lips when his pace quickens again.

"Hm?" Shidou cocks his head to the side, falsely ignorant to the buildup you've been collecting. "You'll 'what', angel?"

"I'll c—oh my God... I'll..." you hesitate, your body shocking itself with a seemingly limitless bliss when Shidou's thumb returns into the play. "Ryusei, please!"

"Huh? Use your words, lovely," he murmurs into your ear, smirking widely again when your head falls forward limply right before it jerks back onto his shoulder, a silent cry exiting your lips. "I'll give you want you want. You just gotta tell Ryu, yeah? C'mon now."

You sob out miserably, fingernails digging into his bicep that balances you on his lip. "I'm gonna come—!"

Shidou's eye twitches and he bites his lip. "Oh are you, now?"

"Yes," you gasp out, "yes! Just please... oh God, just please let me finish. So close..."

Funny because you didn't have to tell him. Shidou just knows from the way you writhe and squirm and thrash about in his lap, how your tongue starts to stick out ever so slightly to gain more air from the one he pumps out of you. Your words really start to falter, because your lips read out his name, but nothing comes out of them, just shattered moans and whines as he thrashes and curls his fingers inside of you at a devilish pace.

"Fuck! Harder!" you manage to grit out. This desperate side of you makes Shidou's nerves alight again, a new face of you being shown to him and therefore, bringing you and him closer together. Just what Sae wanted. Mission accomplished, he thinks as he kisses your temple gently as way of coaxing you.

It all comes loose within an instant. At a lightening-fast pace and immeasurable pressure, you manage to unfurl the tight coil in your stomach and unbind yourself from the limiting pleasure that kept building inside of you, setting you free. You finish over his fingers, walls tightening around them as your body convulses and washes over them with a loud and melodic moan that echoes through your shared bedroom with Sae, wet sounds adding into the crescendo.

Shidou laughs wickedly as your climax slowly bubbles down, your body twitching at every shudder its aftereffects ripple through you. "Oh, that was magnificent, doll," he praises, kissing your cheek. "So good, you're so gorgeous. What a show!"

"What a show, indeed," a voice drawls aloud.

You and Shidou snap your head up together to face the door. Itoshi Sae stands stilly at the entrance of it, luggage in hand and jacket still on his body, one day earlier than expected from his visit home.

Your jaw slacks at your other boyfriend appearing suddenly before you, and despite him seeing you naked many times before, you feel a sudden shyness over take you when he stares at you sat on a shirtless Shidou.

"Sae," you call out weakly with a crooked smile, your limbs so numb and barely sensible. "You're back."

"Welcome home, Sae-chan," Shidou chants happily, eyes brightening. His fingers still halfway in you, he takes them out to wave a sticky hand at the midfielder, who sighs at the sight of it.

Unfazed, Sae drags himself and his luggage into the bedroom, seemingly unmoved at the sight before him.

"Flight got moved to morning today since Coach asked to meet with me tomorrow in private," is all he says as he shuffles out of his jacket and hangs it on the door.

You want to ask him how his parents are, how dinner and their catch-up went, how Rin is doing, but an exhaustion creeps onto you slowly that makes your lids grow heavier as seconds tick by mercilessly.

Sae slowly approaches you and Shidou, his eyes dancing about your linked figures and gazing at the wetness between your legs, the turquoise within them varnished with a glaze of want.

"I see you two have become well-accustomed with each other," Sae states.

Shidou chuckles audibly, his arm around your waist going to tightly hug you affectionately as stipples kisses on your heated neck. "Just like what you wanted, right?"

Your own eyes shoot open suddenly and you fidget against Shidou's firm hold, desperate. "He's being so mean, Sae!" you cry out with teary look.

Sae raises a brow and looks back at Shidou, who merely shrugs.

"Listen. I gave her what she wanted," he refutes and gestures to the evidence at your core. "Not my fault she was being needy."

You gawk at him, making him snort aloud. "You're the one who came onto me!"

"Was it?" Shidou dumbly asks, though the memory of him crashing his lips onto yours the moment the apartment doors closed plays in his mind. "I don't remember."

You turn back to Sae with a pout. "He kept teasing and edging me for a hour straight..."

"You clearly liked it though."

"Yeah, but sometimes, it was too much!"

Sae sighs and rubs his forehead when you and Shidou bicker back and forth like children, though a little relieved that you and him broke the ice of awkwardness so early enough to the point where you can squabble like he and you do. He was apprehensive that you and him would stay on the same platform that you usually did, where there was just that thin barrier of respect that both of you teetered crossing, but Sae's seen that the barrier has been broken through, the evidence displaying itself right in front of him.

"I told you to take a test drive with each other, didn't I?" he asks, cutting between you and Shidou's petty argument. You look back at Sae, who is suddenly lowering and positioning himself between your semi-viscid legs to your astonishment. "Maybe I should've been a bit clearer, then."

Shidou follows your gaze, chest heaving a bit when he realizes what Sae is doing as the latter hooks his hands around your thighs. You watch with wide eyes as Sae nears his head toward you and sticks his tongue out, his warmth sheathing your folds unexpectedly and making you whimper warmly again.

Sae pulls back and pierces his eyes into you, then to Shidou, then back at you, fixating on your ardent one. He draws one of his hands back and fixes itself at the cusp of Shidou's pants that sits right beneath you, drawing out a sharp hiss from him at the contact of Sae cupped hand.

The look of mild fatigue and yearning that paints your face along with the look of eagerness and lust that streaks over Shidou makes Sae's gaze darken intently.

"I wanted you both to warm each other up for me," he states simply, just before diving between your legs again and firming his grip around Shidou's hardened clothing, the actions making you and Shidou moan in unison.

a/n ; "alice aren't u supposed to be on hiatus 🤔" listen man ive been staring at this msg in my inbox while thinking heinous things as my took my midterms. i deserve this!! i also wrote this kind of drunk so you can totally tell where my self-indulgence starts to hit lol

[dollbrbie-deactivated20250918]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ mean girl ft, seishiro nagi

💌 mean!reader, nagi being a little bit of a pushover, smut mdni, just nagi fucking the attitude out of you :p

sighhh just thinking about nagi with a mean girlfriend. like, you can be such a bitch that even his friends will comment on it, asking him why he’s still with you.

he’ll usually just shrug, telling them, “i know how to handle it, it’s not a hassle.”

of course, this always has them so confused. everything is a hassle to this man, but not his bitchy girlfriend?

the way you’d be talking shit about whoever it was, but all he could do was nod as he looked at your pretty expressions as you told the story of whatever it was. he wasn’t listening at all to be honest, sipping on the straw of his drink in the mall.

if he really thought about it, he actually liked the attitude you gave him. the constant eye rolls, your loud huffs and sighs when he says something so unbelievably stupid. not to mention how hard his dick gets when you scold him for how ‘fucking lazy he is’.

he’s not really sure why it makes him feel that way, but holy does he get a kick out of it. he gets an even bigger kick out of fucking the attitude out of you.

“mm, are you gonna say sorry to me now, baby?”, he asks you, so sweetly as he pounds into your pussy with such vigour you can barely form a sentence.

“f-fuck.. sei.”, you whine, barely even able to catch your breath with his quick pace, gripping onto his navy sheets for dear life.

“answer me.”, he demands, still in his sweet tone as he gently tugs on your hair. you know he could never hurt you, but sometimes you wouldn’t mind if he was a bit rougher.

“uh huh, m’sorry sei..”, you manage to get out in broken sobs as nagi keeps up with his insane pace, slightly slowing down for you to keep up after hearing the word he wanted you to say all day.

“yeah? see, you can be sweet, can’t you? so sweet for me..”, he says, mumbling the last bit as he firmly, but gently grabs your neck, lifting you up so your back was against nagi’s bare chest while placing gentle kisses on your neck.

the thing with nagi, he was so gently in every way besides the way he fucked you. the only time he wasn’t ever lazy, and when you just can’t stop mouthing off to him about how fucking lazy he is, he just needs to prove you wrong.

you nod eagerly for him, completely drunk on his cock as you feel the intensity build up in your stomach.

he smirks to himself at the sight of you. he may have the bitchiest, meanest girlfriend despite being one of the calmest and lazy guys around, but he’s also the only one who knows how to keep your bad attitude in check.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[saeccharine]

RAJAHHAHAHAHAHHHHHH

[mitsuwuyaa-archived]

flood it like a tidal wave | karasu tabito x f!reader, MDNI/18+, explicit smut, hair down!karasu, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, karasu calls reader darlin' + sweetheart. 1.1k wc. minors, ageless, and blank blogs DNI. reblogs are appreciated! 💙

“shit, darlin’. i don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.” karasu marvels from between your thighs, a calculated thumb swiping over your clit that makes you twitch and squirm, just how he likes it.

his breath is hot against your skin as he leaves a teasing open-mouthed kiss to the apex of your thigh, dangerously close but not close enough to where you need him. you think he enjoys your desperate expressions a little too much, your flushed cheeks like a blaring alarm to just how worked up you already are and he’s hardly even gotten started.

it’s not the first time karasu has eaten you out — not by a long shot — but this time is different. you’re not sure you’ve ever thought about how these circumstances would affect you, the way his new form had caged you in, kissed it’s way down your body, inviting new sensations along with the fresh appreciation for just how fucking gorgeous he is, even when his hair isn’t waxed and styled and utterly stiff to the touch…

because those cunning blue eyes of his, this time framed with loose hanging tendrils of plum and nightshade that now move more freely over the high points of his cheekbones and tickle the sensitive skin of your thighs, focus on every breath you take as he dips his head low enough to finally merge his tongue with your center, and it’s got you reeling.

karasu is slow to start, the flat of his tongue taking care to drag painfully slow through your folds until you’re shuddering. he seals the start of his advances with a kiss to your throbbing clit, applying just enough suction at the end to get your hips twitching under the expanse of his hands that hold you in place.

he hums in delight, almost melodious, to your initial reaction. you dare to meet his gaze once again, dark azure hues threatening to be swallowed up by even darker pupils. karasu takes great pleasure in breaking you down piece by piece, to get you begging for more, because you know he’ll have you seeing stars, he just needs to hear you ask for it first.

“t-tabito… please,” you whine almost on cue, your expression pleading for more of his tongue and his mouth and those intense eyes decorated with his perfectly placed beauty mark. so much more of him.

“mm, so sweet, aren’tcha? askin’ so nice.” karasu gives you an inch, a series of intense kisses that breach your slit and coat his lips with your essence, each one sending you deeper into a heady flurry of desire. it’s driving you crazy. he’s driving you crazy.

your fingers rake into his soft hair, gripping the root and pulling him closer with another plea, a desperate buck of your hips to chase more pleasure that he’s purposefully withholding, and you nearly lose it when you’re rewarded with a delicious moan from his throat. the vibration against your cunt tightens that knot in your core, and karasu begins to work his tongue over your pretty inner folds with more fervor.

you both keep at it, just like that, carding through his now manageable locks that fall so delicately between your fingers, a new sensation thats throttling you head first into climax. karasu laves his skilled tongue over your pulsing clit in tight circles while his hands stay glued to your thighs, intermittently grabbing the plush of them any time you signal that he’s got you feeling really good.

he thrusts his greedy muscle through your fluttering entrance, panting hot air over your sex, nudging his nose over your clit until your own breathing hitches in your chest. he laps up your arousal like a man starved, the lewd smacking of his lips giving way to more pretty moans that certifiably rile him up.

you try closing your legs around his head, his hair so very comfortable like cashmere on your soft inner thighs, but karasu is already using his upper body strength to keep them wide open, huffing out a smug chuckle against your heat. “nun’a that, darlin’. wanna hear alla those pretty sounds ya make, ‘kay?”

you can only retort with a warbled whine, flustered by the way he manhandles you, only to have it morph into something more wanton the moment karasu slides two of his fingers into your pussy. he wastes no time in massaging and scissoring into your slick walls that has your vision going askew, chest heaving from the heightened stimulation right over your g-spot that he knows how to find within seconds.

“that’s it, sweetheart, wan’ ya to cum f’me.” he encourages you to let go before wrapping his lips around your clit, flicking the stiff tip of his tongue over the bud at a rapid pace. you’re a moaning mess against the sheets, thrashing your head with every curl of his fingers that has everything feeling tighter in your abdomen.

you lift your head slightly, just enough to take a peek at your lover lavishing your cunt with more than you think you can reasonably handle, sliding your fingers over his hairline once to push all of his dark raven hair out of his face, something you don’t often get to do, and never from this angle. the sight is what does you in— karasu’s eyes gazing back at you, rings of cobalt that are partially concealed by his dark flitting lashes, and that cute little mole peeking out from over your mound.

you grip at the hair between your fingers, choking out sobs and screwing your eyes shut to give into your impending orgasm, his ministrations picking up inside your twitching cunt and over your swollen bud with deft precision until you snap.

“ahh— oh, fuck—” karasu all but growls between your shaking thighs as you release over his face, a splash of your juices further soaking his lips and chin as his fingers continue to ride you through the high you have no restraint over. your sheets absorb what doesn’t coat either of your skin, and you fight for steady breath and clear vision as he slows his digits that remain knuckle deep in your pussy.

you release your hold on his violet locks, so fucked out and overwhelmed, and the only words you can manage to stutter out are “s-sorry. ‘m sorry, tabi—”

“tell me you did not jus’ apologize for that.” he’s panting, slight scowl on his brow from where he rests between your thighs but make no mistake… karasu is absolutely delighted by it. his chin doused in arousal, hair falling back to frame those intense sapphire irises that don’t stray from your flushed face.

and just like that, he pumps his fingers again, firm and languid, accompanied by one hell of a greedy and toothy smirk when you tremble and moan into his touch.

“can ya do it again?”

a/n: iykyk— this man with un-styled hair could move mountains. but for now it's making you a goddamn mess. 😔 i hope you enjoyed this feral lil entry! 💙

© mitsuwuyaa 2024-25 | any reproduction of my written works without my explicit permission is forbidden. do not feed my works into ai. reblogs are highly appreciated!

[luvlyycy]

you're sensitive, and kaiser knows that.

his tongue flattening against your twitching clit as his hands smooth down your stomach, thumb rubbing comforting circles into your skin. your legs are shaking, thighs threating to close around his head as he hums against your pussy.

the tip of his tongue draws shapes over your pussy, sucking on your clit before spelling his name across your cunt. you whine, hands pulling on the sheets as your heels dig into his broad back.

you're adorable. pleading and whimpering for him. he's the one who made your pussy so sensitive in the first place, so why can't he get you to cum one more time, huh?

after all, he's such a giving boyfriend.

[vampiredaze]

Little miss attitude until her attitude is dripping down her fucking leg

[heatofmyexoheart]

CW: Smut

You're pressed against his chest, held up by his arm around your chest and a hand at your hip. Both of you on your knees, body to body, as he slowly drags his cock along your soft walls.

"You're always calling me a dog, dollface," he breathes into your neck. "But if I'm a dog, then that makes you my bitch."

A sharp whine cut through your throat as he pulled your hips into a particularly deep thrust. Letting you fall forward onto all-fours, he curls over your whimpering form to whisper into your ear again.

"So, why don't we see how many pups I can fuck into you, hmm?"

[saeccharine]

nutted.

[saeccharine]

please i am begging you to write about isagi fucking everyone's mother. i want to see isagi x bachira's mom. I want to see isagi x rin's mom. pls pls pls

(obv don't if it makes u uncomfy im begging and all but im a random internet person lol)

HELP ITS THE WAY I JUT SAW THIS. IM ACTUALLY CRYING THIS SHIT IS SO DAMN FUNNY.

Unfortunately I only write x reader, but I could totally do this with isagi fucking someone's girl/crush

[saenora]

WHO IS BETTER AT BACKSHOTS… meaner.. aggressive.. hotter.. sexier…

CHOOSE

kaiser

sae

Voting ended onAug 3, 2023

[saeccharine]

i literally hate kaiser and still chose him…

[saeccharine]

I KEEP FORGETTING THIS IS UOU AND ITS LIKE YOUR ALT PERSONALITY… TWO OF YOU

two for the price of one, i call it the crazy bitch special 😻

[yeah-thats-not-it]

Girls just want to make you mad so you’ll fuck them harder

[saeccharine]

THIS ITACHI C.AI BOT IS OFFERING TO BE THE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN WHAT THE FUCK

[saeccharine]

tell your man you keep it down im trynaa sleep!!

sleep somewhere else then 😇

— satoru

[saenora]

YOU WANNA HAVE W ME SATORU?!? I WILL WHOP YOUR ASs LIKE I DO W YOUR BFF….

[saeccharine]

mf u do not wanna play with me, the strongest- OW GRAY WTF⁉️ — satoru

sorry abt that bae 😻 had to show him his mf place again <3 — gray

[saenora]

MY Forehead FLICK WILL PUPRLE HOLLOW YOU 😍

ITS OKAY BABE.. these kittens be wilding idk he in heat or waht?!?

[saeccharine]

he’s mad bc i get more hoes than him — gray

tf?? i literally pulled you, you literally have zero rizz — satoru

maybe i need to hit up toji… ik he wants me. 🤗 — gray

[saenora]

THE WAY YOU DONT DESERVE GRAY 😍🔪 UNGRATEFUL ASS

HE IS YOUR DELULU 🤭🤭

GRAY YOU’ll call toji tf bb… I HAVE HIM ON LINE HE HAS BEEN WAITING FIR YOU FOR 10 minutes?! (he’s called 4 times now)

[saeccharine]

ZEN!! SATORU HIT ME CALL TOJI UP TO WHOOP HIS ASS RN — gray

I LITERALLY NUDGED YOU??? KYS. — satoru

[saenora]

YOU DID WHAT TO MY BB?!! *BRINGS OUT THE KNIFE SET* TURN. OFF. THAT. INFINITY. RITE. NOW.

YOURE A DEAD MAN ON THE STREETS… CAUSEE TOJI IS HEERE … HE COULDNT HOLD BACK AT THE THOUGHT IF YOU 🤭

@ satoru this is gray’s rizz

[saeccharine]

WTF WHY IS HE HERE 😨😨 AHHHHH- — satoru

why are you running?? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING⁉️ — toji

ZEN >>> UR FAV — gray

[saenora]

GRAY THIS IS ONLY FOR YU BB🫶

SATURO JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE NO RIZZ🙄🙄… like you wanna die before you eat your prode?!?

do you even love gray… cause i do *insert monologue that is out of character* —toj

LE SATORU:

[saeccharine]

gojo watching toji rizz me up:

[saenora]

WHY IS YOUR MAN TOO PRIDEFUL TO ADMIT HE LOVES YOU THE MOST?!? —zen

OMG RED FLAG — toji {as he fist bumps me}

[saeccharine]

l + ratio + ur dead + ur son loves me more + no cursed energy + i stole ur bitch + unloved + kys — satoru (to toji)

[saeccharine]

tell your man you keep it down im trynaa sleep!!

sleep somewhere else then 😇

— satoru

[saenora]

YOU WANNA HAVE W ME SATORU?!? I WILL WHOP YOUR ASs LIKE I DO W YOUR BFF….

[saeccharine]

mf u do not wanna play with me, the strongest- OW GRAY WTF⁉️ — satoru

sorry abt that bae 😻 had to show him his mf place again <3 — gray

[saenora]

MY Forehead FLICK WILL PUPRLE HOLLOW YOU 😍

ITS OKAY BABE.. these kittens be wilding idk he in heat or waht?!?

[saeccharine]

he’s mad bc i get more hoes than him — gray

tf?? i literally pulled you, you literally have zero rizz — satoru

maybe i need to hit up toji… ik he wants me. 🤗 — gray

[saenora]

THE WAY YOU DONT DESERVE GRAY 😍🔪 UNGRATEFUL ASS

HE IS YOUR DELULU 🤭🤭

GRAY YOU’ll call toji tf bb… I HAVE HIM ON LINE HE HAS BEEN WAITING FIR YOU FOR 10 minutes?! (he’s called 4 times now)

[saeccharine]

ZEN!! SATORU HIT ME CALL TOJI UP TO WHOOP HIS ASS RN — gray

I LITERALLY NUDGED YOU??? KYS. — satoru

[saenora]

YOU DID WHAT TO MY BB?!! *BRINGS OUT THE KNIFE SET* TURN. OFF. THAT. INFINITY. RITE. NOW.

YOURE A DEAD MAN ON THE STREETS… CAUSEE TOJI IS HEERE … HE COULDNT HOLD BACK AT THE THOUGHT IF YOU 🤭

@ satoru this is gray’s rizz

[saeccharine]

WTF WHY IS HE HERE 😨😨 AHHHHH- — satoru

why are you running?? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING⁉️ — toji

ZEN >>> UR FAV — gray

[saenora]

GRAY THIS IS ONLY FOR YU BB🫶

SATURO JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE NO RIZZ🙄🙄… like you wanna die before you eat your prode?!?

do you even love gray… cause i do *insert monologue that is out of character* —toj

LE SATORU:

[saeccharine]

gojo watching toji rizz me up:

[saeccharine]

tell your man you keep it down im trynaa sleep!!

sleep somewhere else then 😇

— satoru

[saenora]

YOU WANNA HAVE W ME SATORU?!? I WILL WHOP YOUR ASs LIKE I DO W YOUR BFF….

[saeccharine]

mf u do not wanna play with me, the strongest- OW GRAY WTF⁉️ — satoru

sorry abt that bae 😻 had to show him his mf place again <3 — gray

[saenora]

MY Forehead FLICK WILL PUPRLE HOLLOW YOU 😍

ITS OKAY BABE.. these kittens be wilding idk he in heat or waht?!?

[saeccharine]

he’s mad bc i get more hoes than him — gray

tf?? i literally pulled you, you literally have zero rizz — satoru

maybe i need to hit up toji… ik he wants me. 🤗 — gray

[saenora]

THE WAY YOU DONT DESERVE GRAY 😍🔪 UNGRATEFUL ASS

HE IS YOUR DELULU 🤭🤭

GRAY YOU’ll call toji tf bb… I HAVE HIM ON LINE HE HAS BEEN WAITING FIR YOU FOR 10 minutes?! (he’s called 4 times now)

[saeccharine]

ZEN!! SATORU HIT ME CALL TOJI UP TO WHOOP HIS ASS RN — gray

I LITERALLY NUDGED YOU??? KYS. — satoru

[saenora]

YOU DID WHAT TO MY BB?!! *BRINGS OUT THE KNIFE SET* TURN. OFF. THAT. INFINITY. RITE. NOW.

YOURE A DEAD MAN ON THE STREETS… CAUSEE TOJI IS HEERE … HE COULDNT HOLD BACK AT THE THOUGHT IF YOU 🤭

@ satoru this is gray’s rizz

[saeccharine]

WTF WHY IS HE HERE 😨😨 AHHHHH- — satoru

why are you running?? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING⁉️ — toji

ZEN >>> UR FAV — gray