OKAY i absolutely love your fics and thank you so much for dilf rin 😭
so imagine an established relationship with dilf rin, but hes really insecure whenever he sees the reader interacting with guys around her age he just cant handle it well, even though he trusts her
eventually, the reader realizes how insecure he is and feels the need to show him exactly why she chose him, and that she belongs to him
SO JUST IMAGINE... 😮💨😮💨
PLUS, imagine some guy intentionally asking the reader “is he your dad?” just to get under rins skin and flirt with her, even though rin looks ridiculously young for his age, the comment still gets to him, and he cant stop thinking about it afterward
(english is not my first language so srry for any mistakes)
omg yes and rin WOULD be the one to be all sulky over the "is he your dad?" question 😭😭 i can already hear him pouting in my head LOL
after a bad break up, ryomen sukuna never expects to fall in love again- especially with someone like you
cw ⋆.˚ smut, female!reader, strangers to lovers, slowburnish, angst, mild depictions of depression, reader is upbeat whilst kuna is a grump lmfao, he's down so bad (so are you highkey) holy fuck, fluffy as hell tbh, pet names (baby, sweetheart, babe), oral (f&m), squirting, cum eating, praise, dirty talk, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, sensual sex, this is so so cute and beautiful and sexy mph
wc ⋆.˚ 3.3k
a/n ⋆.˚ this fic is my baby i love her sm im a SUCKER for soft!kuna
“get out.”
her voice is sharp, painfully stabbing sukuna right in the chest.
“baby,” he pleads, “we can fix this, we–”
“i said,” she grits her teeth, “get the fuck out.”
his fists enclose at his sides as they shake fervently, terror running through his veins. for sukuna, he never expected to find himself in this predicament. he thought he and his– now ex– girlfriend were end game. everything from the moment they first met up until the present, well, before this specific moment anyway, pointed towards that future. he was confused, hurt, sad; when and where did things go so horribly wrong?
“you don’t mean that,” he says, hardly above a whisper, “i know you still love me–”
she groans loudly, pushing his chest towards the front door of her apartment. “for the last fucking time, sukuna,” she yells, “take your shit and leave!”
sukuna barely slept for weeks after that day. she never gave him an explanation nor clarity on what it was that led her to make that final decision, and in such a harsh way at that. was he not enough? did he unintentionally wound her so badly things were unmendable? did she cheat?
every possible scenario ran through his mind like a movie on x2 speed, causing him headaches. on top of the horrendous sleep deprivation, he wasn’t sure how he was managing to still function day to day.
he fell into a depressive state for a while, dragging himself through the work week without a care for anything else beyond that. not only was he surviving off of fumes, but he could hardly stomach any food. he could barely even go outside, because the second he came across someone who looked or sounded like her, every memory came flooding back rapidly.
he knew it wasn’t healthy. he knew if he kept things up like this then he might end up at a point of no return.
after two, whole months of allowing himself to mourn, no matter how detrimental, wallowing in his tanking mental health, he forced himself to leave his home for reasons other than just going to and from the office. to try to live again. it was hard, and it sucked– he just wanted to crawl back into the safety of his bed and die most days– but still, he kept up with his determination to heal himself.
though he started to get better, he still struggled with viewing himself positively, and he never wanted to fall in love again. ever. his ex traumatized him so badly that he never wanted to experience that kind of heartbreak again. the only way he could prevent that is if he steered clear of love completely.
but, love always has a funny way of appearing when you least expect it, doesn’t it?
“hi!” your cheery greeting pierced through his ears. he was already wishing he stopped at the other coffee shop he was looking at on the map. “what can i get for you?”
“triple cappucino.”
you smiled sweetly. “$2.75, please.” he hands you a five in silence. “could i have a name?”
“sukuna.”
“i love that,” you compliment. his heart pangs in his chest and it pisses him off. “you’re the first sukuna i’ve met.”
he didn’t know what to say to that, so he just opted for a quick “cool.”
you start passing him his change, “should be ready in a couple of minutes,” but he shakes his head, nodding it towards the tip jar in front of the cash register. “oh,” you beam, “thank you!”
“sure.”
sukuna wants to slap himself as he waits for his drink. why? because he can’t take his damn eyes off of you. your smile is mean, he thinks, in the way it so desperately tries to pass onto him. he tsks silently, crossing his arms with a huff.
“i don’t fucking need this,” he mutters to himself. he was sure he was falling prisoner to your friendly charm, but he didn’t want that. he wasn’t allowed to feel anything other than despair, according to his inner critic.
“she’ll just break your heart, you know.”
“don’t even think about bullshit like that.”
“fuck love.”
thoughts like these ran rampant through his mind, counteracting any that dared to suggest the opposite.
“sukuna?”
your voice rips through his chest, and painfully so– painfully good.
he stands up, dragging his feet lazily over towards the pick-up counter, hands stuffed into his pockets. “thanks,” he clears his throat, retrieving his drink.
you send him another sweet smile. just how the fuck did you have so many different ones? “hope to see you here again!”
he wants to say that you will, but the words fail to come out of his mouth. he sighs, simply sending you a nod before stepping out of the cafe.
“this is stupid,” he groans at himself in the mirror, frustratingly messing with his shirt, “why am i trying so damn hard to look good for her?” he splashes his face with cool water, leaning over the sink with a sigh.
“because you like her, you fucking idiot,” he yells at himself silently. well, as much as he could from only meeting you once. all he knew is that your smile was the prettiest he’d ever seen, and somehow, it was breaking through his little angsty act post haste.
sukuna grumbles to himself pretty much the entire walk to the cafe you work at, probably loudly enough that passerbyers would think he’s insane. whatever. maybe he is.
“sukuna!” he wanted to fall to his knees right then and there the minute you greeted him. you remembered his name? “glad you came back!”
“hi,” he says simply.
“hi,” you repeat. did he just notice you… blush? “same as before?”
he nods. “and a plain croissant, if you have it.”
“of course.” your voice has a particular softness this time, one he can’t quite wrap his finger around.
he eats in silence, sneaking glances in your direction whilst he just observes you working. you were so fucking cute, the way you hummed along sweetly with the playlist and danced a little moving between the cash register, baked goods shelves, and espresso machine.
sukuna turned sour the moment he realized he was already a goner for you. girls like you would never be into him. he must be stupid to think you’d ever give him a chance. this is what he was convinced of.
eventually, you caught him watching you and sent him a friendly wave. his eyes widened as he nearly choked on his coffee, clearing his throat dramatically in the process. you gasp from your post, throwing your hand over your mouth with concern. some of the other customers side-eyed him, having felt disturbed by his loudness.
“i’m choking, you assholes,” he hisses silently, pissed at their dumb reasoning for being so rude.
you were just about to run over there with a glass of water, but he calmed down not too much later, letting out a sigh of relief when his coughing fit was over. and, you realized soon after that he already had a glass of water sitting on the table with him. you figured you just saved yourself a moment of embarrassment, should you have gone over to him.
before he left that day, you stopped him. “sukuna,” you called his name gently to grab his attention, “could we, uh, exchange numbers?”
he froze mid-placing his dishes into the bus bin beside the counter.
oh, fuck.
sukuna didn’t return to the cafe again after that day. it had been two weeks.
you frowned, checking your phone for the nth time since his last visit. still nothing.
“what was the point of agreeing to give me your number if you won’t fucking text me?” you groan loudly, angrily shoving your phone into your pant pocket. “fucking men.”
shoko snorts beside you, finishing her latte art. “geez, someone’s in a sour mood.”
you roll your eyes. “of course i am, sho, he ghosted me.”
“you weren’t even ‘talking’ yet.”
you sigh. “you’re no help.”
shoko laughs, “sorry, just being honest.”
the day drags on, and seemingly more so since you’re constantly wishing for sukuna to show up. you couldn’t really explain it, but something about his tired eyes looked so– kind. yet, there was clearly a blockage that kept him from fully realizing that part of himself. his seemingly polar opposite personality to yours is what drew you in instantaneously in the first place. you sensed something was amiss.
“you sure you’re good closing up on your own?” shoko asks, lifting her bag off the coat rack. it was 7 pm. you nod. “okay, be safe locking up.”
“thanks, sho,” you smile, waving goodbye.
once you locked the door behind her and flipped the sign to closed, you let out an exasperated sigh, slumping yourself in one of the table chairs. after allowing yourself a few moments to catch you breath, you lazily, yet still thoroughly, finished tidying up the cafe. you couldn’t stop thinking about sukuna the entire hour, but that felt like a millisecond in comparison to him never leaving your head since the second you met him.
“hey.”
you freeze as you’re locking the door after stepping out of the cafe, wondering if you were hearing things.
when sukuna steps closer to you and you look up to meet his eyes, you realize he’s actually there.
“hi,” you breathe.
he bites his lips nervously, darting his attention away from you and towards the pavement. “i’m sorry,” he starts to apologize, “that i never messaged you back.” you just stood there, waiting for him to continue. you stuffed the cafe keys into your pocket. “i haven’t been… feeling the best lately, i just– i just didn’t want to drag you down, too.” your face softens. “you’re always so cheery and i’m so… not,” he laughs deflated, “i’m afraid i’ll fuck up your life, regardless that it wouldn’t be on purpose.”
you step forward, gently placing your palms on his shoulders. his heart thumps wildly in his chest.
“sukuna,” you call gently, “i know we barely know each other, but if you’re ever struggling, you can talk to me. i want you to know that.”
“yeah,” he sends you a half smile, “okay.”
slowly but surely, he starts opening up to you. it’s not much at first, just simple things like how many siblings he has, what town he grew up in, what he does for work; you find him deeply endearing and beautiful, and it hurts your heart to know he doesn’t feel the same way about himself.
one night, you invite him to stop by the cafe after closing. the two of you sit in a far corner out of sight from the windows, snacking on a few left over pastries.
“i want to take you out,” sukuna says suddenly. your face burns. “like, on a proper date.”
he feels like he might explode, knowing he actually asked you that out loud. he was trying desperately to calm the disparaging thoughts that aimed to destroy him from the inside out in that moment.
“okay,” you smile, “take me out.”
he does once. then twice. then a third time. and so on.
by your seventh date, he’s feeling more comfortable and… lighter. he hadn’t felt that way in a while. much to his delight, nothing about you gave him the sense that he should be worried. you were honest and kind, something that he finally realized within getting you know you that his ex girlfriend was not. each date with you was helping him accept and be okay with never knowing the reason why she left.
when he finally opened up to you about their relationship, you listened intently, anger building up in your chest on his behalf.
“what an asshole,” you seethed, falling back into your seat in disbelief. you tried to keep your voice hushed since you were in the middle of a restaurant, though you wanted to scream your frustrations louder. “i can’t believe she’d do that to you!”
sukuna was amused seeing this side of you. he was so used to your usual happy-go-lucky, sweet attitude that when you weren’t, it always caught him off guard. never in a bad way, though; he liked knowing you were capable of having feelings like that, too.
“that’s why i was so hesitant to reach out a couple of months ago,” he admits, “i struggled– still do, if i’m being honest– with seeing myself as enough. i feel like i shouldn’t be allowed to try with anyone again, because clearly i didn’t have enough to offer another person in the first place.”
you don’t even realize it until sukuna looks horrified that you started to cry. in public. in the middle of a busy restaurant.
“oh, shit,” sukuna swears, quickly passing you a clean napkin, “i’m sorry i made you cry. fuck.”
you alternate between soft chuckles and quiet sobs. thankfully, no one else had noticed yet. sukuna would have crawled under a rock if they had, ruminating on if they’d be thinking he had harmed you somehow. the dim lighting was your saviour.
“sorry, sorry,” you laugh, sniffling, “i just hate knowing you feel that way.” your hand reaches across the table to hold his. “i want you to know that you are enough. you always have been. especially to me.”
he feels like he might pass out. fuck, he never expected someone like you to want him. actually want him, for all that he is. to love and cherish him deeply.
sukuna’s shocked when he finds himself starting to tear up, too. “christ, y/n,” he chuckles, breath quivering, “i think i’m already fucking in love with you.”
two more dates and a conversation to become official later, you’re lying in his bed that’s warm and smells of fern and vanilla. his tongue runs up the insides of your thighs before planting itself on your dripping, needy cunt.
“mmm, kuna,” you moan his name, thrusting your hips up into his mouth. he chokes out a groan as he tastes you getting wetter, “you fuck me so good with your tongue.”
his eyes roll at your praise, and he squeezes your hips harder, picking up speed. “show me how good,” he coos, “let me taste your sweet cum, baby.”
with a sharp cry, you spill into his mouth, body vibrating as his tongue desperately laps up your juices. he release your cunt with a soft pop, lifting his head up so his eyes can meet yours. he smiles as he watches your lids flutter in bliss. “you did so well for me,” he purrs, leaning in to kiss your soft lips, “knew you would.”
you smirk, propping yourself up onto your elbows so you can move to sit on your knees. “your turn,” you say, placing your palms on his chest to lay his back down against the mattress.
his breath stutters in his throat as you look up at him from below, chin resting on his thigh. “gonna make you feel so good, kuna,” you hum, nibbling on his soft skin there. he lets out a quiet whimper and you chuckle. “it’s not just your heart that’s sensitive, i see,” you tease.
he chokes out an ungodly sound when you finally take him into your mouth, his head tilting backwards as you begin to bob along his cock. he grabs your hair, just holding you, face scrunching in ecstasy with each slide of your tongue against his thick, veiny shaft.
“oh, fucking hell–” he hisses, trying not to thrust up into your mouth just yet, “you’re i–insane.”
you hum proudly against him and he groans. your tongue swipes across his sensitive, beading tip, and that’s when he loses it. he sends you one, deep hard thrust into your mouth, relishing in the sweet sound of you choking on him.
“yeah, baby,” he grits his teeth, “fucking take it.” you whine as you continue to meet his thrusts halfway, adding a hand to fist the rest of his length when it’s not completely down your throat. “jesus, gonna fill this sweet little mouth– ngh,” he comes with a raspy grunt, shooting his hot seed to the hilt. you roll your eyes as you swallow all of him, releasing his cock with a teasing slide of the tongue from where his shaft meets the pubic bone all the way up to his tip. he cups your jaw as he looks down at you, cheeks flushed and mouth all messy.
“c’mere, sweetheart,” he lures you up gently, thumb brushing delicately against your cheek, “let me see you ride me.”
he can barely keep himself together once you're sliding up and down on his cock, cunt greedily sucking him in like it was made for him. only for him.
“f–fuck,” you huff, palms gripping his shoulders for balance, “i feel so full.”
“that’s right,” he hums with a sweet, smug smile, “that’s my girl. letting me fuck her tight cunt just right.”
you're starting to lose strength, sukuna taking it upon himself to flip you over and put you into a mating press. you choke, back arching as much as it could in that position as he pounds into your puffy hole with resolve.
“fucking god, b–babe!” you scream, mouth agape, “don’t stop– shit, shit– keep go– fuck, right there!”
sukuna lets out a prideful snicker as you say this, literally feeling that he was hitting the spot perfectly. your cunt was fucking soaked. he couldn’t get enough of you, praying to the gods above he’d never have to stop fucking you.
you let out the sexiest, most animalistic sound that causes him to throb inside of you. he growls when you squeeze him, then swears he’s not going to last once he’s watching you reach down to circle your clit to another orgasm.
“fuck,” he moans, “keep touching yourself like that, baby. love watching you fall apart on me.”
he lifts a hand to lay his palm flat against the wall in front of him for leverage, the other squeezing your thigh. you scream as he pistons into you hard and deep, you practically feeling him in your stomach.
he starts to come undone the second he feels you squirting on him again. “fucking come,” he grits, throat cracking into a moan, “give it to me, sweetheart.”
with a final rub to your clit, you let go, coating his cock again with your cum. “ah, fuuuck!” you cry, moaning and squirming as you ride out your high with shallow grinds.
he stutters inside of you, hand sliding down from the wall to the headboard as he reaches his peak. he grips it to white knuckles, hold on your thigh digging into your plush skin with determination. “oh, god,” he groans, “fuck, i need to fill you up.”
“p–please,” you beg, dazed and still in your orgasm, “let me feel you inside of me.”
your filthy words finally push him over the edge, painting your pretty walls in hot, milky white. “fuck, yes,” he gasps, shaking as he steadily comes to a still. “fuck me,” he sighs, collapsing beside you with an elated exhale. “i’ve never– wow,” he laughs blissfully, “i’ve never had sex like that before. never felt so connected.”
you turn your body on its side and cuddle up to him. his arms are already open for you, as if they’d been waiting for you for an entire lifetime. you bury your face into the crook of his neck.
“me, too,” you whisper. “this must be what it’s like when you’re with someone you love and they love you back.”
sukuna’s heart melts at your comment. that’s all the confirmation he needed to know you that felt the same for him as he did for you. “yeah,” he smiles. “it must be.”
STARRING: zayne, caleb, rafayel, xavier, & sylus [seperate] x f!reader
CW: jealousy, handjobs in a bathroom | PATHETIC caleb, dry humping, cumming in pants, recording? | bratty!raf, panties in mouth, vibrator play, mention of overstim | heavy breeding kink, riding | aether core actin up, blowjobs | they are all desperate and begging lowk (highkey)
j says... idk if i love or hate this. i miss posting though and hope i proofread good enough (if theres mistakes just ignore them ok) thank you to @gardenialily @rafayelkisses @berrylus + everyone else who helped me brainstorm. inspired by this ask! thank you anon!
✮⋆˙— zayne
You and Zayne never argued. The two of you usually saw eye to eye, and honestly, you didn't see each other enough to waste time on disagreements. It just wasn't worth it.
Or so you thought.
The entire car ride had been silent, tension simmering thick between you, built from something neither of you seemed willing to touch further. The bickering had started small, but kept layering over itself—too many nights apart, too much distance, and something deeper you knew was bothering Zayne that he refused to talk about.
What should have been an easy night turned sour fast.
The Akso hospital charity event was usually something you enjoyed attending—especially on the arm of the most prestigious surgeon in the room—but tonight, you find yourself distracted. Zayne moves through the crowd like a storm cloud in a tailored suit, brushing off every attempt you make to soften the mood.
It wasn't like him, and you couldn't quite pin down why he seemed so irritated. But instead of pushing, you eventually excused yourself to the refreshments table.
There, you fell into conversation with a visiting surgeon from a few cities over. He's easy to talk to, warm, engaging—and most importantly, good at distracting you until you could get Zayne home and figure out whatever stick had lodged itself up his ass tonight.
You laughed softly at one of his comments.
And then Zayne was there.
He materializes at your side, one hand sliding around your waist and pulling you flush against him like he hadn't spent the entire evening acting upset with you. He introduces himself, made a pointed emphasis on your relationship, and after a few clipped exchanges, he's steering you away.
"What was that for?"
"What do you mean?" His voice stays level, but he won't meet your eyes as he guides you through the crowd.
"All the sudden you just… pulled me away like that."
"You could have been having a conversation with me," he states, stopping in a shadowed corner. His head dips, lips grazing the shell of your ear while his hands roam possessively over the silky material hugging your form.
Your brows lift at the sudden affection, but you lean into it regardless. "I've been trying to all night."
A muscle ticks in Zayne's jaw. He nips lightly at your lobe before finally pulling back enough to meet your gaze.
And his eyes—oh.
Oh, you know that look anywhere.
And suddenly everything clicks into place. Why he'd been snappy since the moment he picked you up in your simple little gown. Why he'd been acting wound so tight all evening.
"Is this entertaining for you?" he mutters, immediately catching the glint in your iris.
"Maybe."
Your smirk widens as his grip tightens. Before he can say anything else, you grab his hand and tug him further down the empty hall, towards the family restroom.
"You know," you state lightly, "you don't have to be jealous. You can just tell me if you're horny."
Zayne's ears go pink immediately. "That's… not it."
"Oh? You sure?"
The door is unlocked. You shove him inside, lock it behind you, and crowd him back towards the sink without much resistance at all. In the next second, your hand slip down, pressing gently against the hard bulge straining beneath his slacks.
"Because this says otherwise."
Zayne inhales sharply, both hands bracing back against the countertop as your palm rubs over his cock through the fabric.
"I've just…" he begins to admit, cut off by a groan when you squeeze him. "Missed you. And I handled it poorly earlier. I'm—fuck—sorry."
Your grin only widens as you start to undo his belt. "Aren't you always the one lecturing me about communicating my feelings?"
"Yes."
His zipper comes down, and he lifts his hips just enough to help you shove his pants and boxers lower. His cock springs free, flushed and slick at the tip, hissing softly at the cool air that hits him.
"Then why..." you murmur, wrapping your warm hand around the base just to hold the weight, "didn't you just tell me you were just desperate for attention?"
Zayne bites down on his lip as you finally start moving. Slow strokes drag up his aching cock, making the blush dusting his face spread lower on his throat and chest.
"Hm?" Your thumb traces the prominent vein along his length before smearing the wetness gathered at the tip. "Are you too proud to admit you're a needy mess? Is that why you picked a fight with me?"
His head tips back towards the mirror, breath catching hard.
"Yes—god—I did, and I'm sorry, just please don't go slow." His hips jerk helplessly into your fist. "I need—just… faster. Please. I cant—"
"Yeah?" you hum, keeping your pace just shy of slow. "It's that bad?"
"Yes." The word comes sweet and honest. "I've been thinking about you all week. I can't focus, can't sleep—it's been incredibly frustrating." Zayne groans quietly. "I just need you. Please."
"Poor thing," you coo, feigning sympathy before tightening your grip and speeding up, eyes fixed on the way your hand pumps his cock. "All worked up and angry because nobody touched you. Now you need me to take care of you in a bathroom."
He folds forward with a shaky exhale, forehead pressing against your shoulder. A broken little whimper slips out as you he pulses against your palm, chasing more of your touch.
More of you.
So when you suddenly pull away, the frustrated whine he makes is almost pathetic.
Your eyes lift and sparkle.
"After the cruel way you treated me… I think you'll have to beg to cum."
✮⋆˙— caleb
He really didn't think you were serious.
You two played around all the time. Sure, he pissed you off sometimes, but there was nothing a little kiss behind your ear and his hand sliding down your front couldn't fix.
Well—until you banned him from sex.
Caleb had laughed. You were just as needy for him as he was for you. There was no way that you'd last a full week without him stuffing you full. So he'd smiled, kissed your cheek, and gone about the rest of his day like it was nothing.
But a day turned into two, and then five.
Five whole fucking days without anything from you.
You had said no sex. Not no making out, not no spooning, not even no showering together.
But you gave him absolutely nothing.
No wandering hands and definitely no sitting on his lap just to tease him. You barely even let him touch you longer than a few seconds before pulling away with that unimpressed little look on your face.
And it was driving him insane.
Caleb shuts the front door harder than necessary, not even bothering with his boots as he stalks through the house looking for you.
He's the colonel, after all.
He takes want he wants.
And the whole drive home he'd been imagining exactly how he was going to do it. Probably backing you against the mattress, pinning your wrists down and forcing you to listen while he told you exactly how cruel you'd been. Maybe he'd kiss you until you forgot why you were mad in the first place. Maybe he'd drag those tiny shorts down your legs and remind you that you needed him just as badly as he needed you.
But then he finds you standing in the kitchen in your cute little pajamas, all soft skin and sleepy eyes, something in him folds.
Suddenly, it isn't just about dominance anymore.
Because part of wanting you involves wanting your forgiveness too.
"Hey," his voice comes softer than expected as he steps closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Missed you."
"Mmm, missed you too, 'leb."
Caleb doesn't pull away after the kiss. Instead, he presses his nose into your hair and inhales deep. Your sweet scent goes straight to his head, turning everything fuzzy.
"No," he murmurs, arms sliding around your waist as he pulls you against his chest. "Like—I really missed you."
You just hum softly, rubbing his back as he melts into the embrace.
He dips lower until his face buries into the space between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in like he's starving... because, well, he is.
You're so warm and soft and his, and fuck it's making every drop of blood rush straight down to his cock.
"It's been so long," he whispers, almost pleading in hopes he can get you to crack just a little. "C'mon… I'm sorry. I've been good. I need you, Pips."
"I told you," you say firmly, though you don't pry him off. "Two more days. Keep whining and I'll make it longer."
Caleb groans, the sound low and full of true misery.
His pants are unbearably tight now, because something about your tone and flat out refusal is making him lose his mind.
He can't stop himself.
His hips jerk, grinding his erection against your side, and oh god, the friction feels heavenly.
You gasp, turning sharply. "Caleb—!"
But he's already past caring about reprimand. His face burns red as he buries himself back into your neck, rocking against you again with a shuddering breath.
"'m sorry…" he mumbles, tightening his grip on your waist. "I need you… please…"
"Caleb…" you warn.
He doesn't care and can't find it in him to stop.
It's been too long without you, and this is the closest you've let him get in days. So instead of backing away, his hands spread desperately over your body, fingers slipping under your shirt just to feel your skin.
A broken little whimper leaves him at the contact, and his hips pick up into messy, desperate thrusts he can't control.
"You're being pathetic, Caleb."
And he moans.
Actually fucking moans.
He hides deeper in your neck, embarrassed and turned on all at once.
"I know," he stutters. "I know, baby, I'm sorry—I just—I c-can't. Need you… s'bad…"
"What would the fleet think, hm?" you murmur. "Seeing their colonel like this?"
Caleb chokes on a broken sound, because his hips have found a rhythm that drags his cock perfectly against your hip through his boxers. He's too far gone to notice the phone in your hand, which is recording every humiliating second.
"C'mon Caleb," you coax, tilting his face up.
His eyes are glassy when he looks at himself on the screen, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It so shameful that his cock twitches.
"Tell them," you demand. "That you're so desperate you're gonna hump me until you cum in your pants."
"I'm—fuck—" his voice cracks. "I'm gonna cum—"
And he does.
A low, pathetic whimper spills out of him as he cums untouched in his boxers, staining the front of his uniform. His hips keep moving, dragging himself through the sticky mess, riding out the orgasm with sloppy kisses scattered along your neck.
It takes him a long moment to come back down.
And when he finally does, his eyes darken at the phone stilled pointed at him.
"Delete that."
✮⋆˙— rafayel
"Raf, I swear…" you hiss through gritted teeth.
"What! I'm not even doing anything!"
A muscle ticks in your jaw. "You're not doing anything?"
"No!" he protests dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm just… being your lover, okay? Don't you care about me and my affection?"
"You're being annoying."
Rafayel gasps like you've actually offended him. "Am not!"
You shake your head and focus your attention back onto your report, scratching your pen across the paper while he continue sulking beside you.
There's about five more minutes of peace before his hand is back and caressing your thigh.
"Are you almost done?" His voice turns syrupy sweet, clearly trying to coax his way into getting what he wants. He squeezes your thigh gently. "Please. I need attention."
You don't reply.
Rafayel groans loudly at being ignored, melting next to you. He nuzzles into your shoulder, lips brushing your neck as he whines.
"I'm horny…"
You set your pen down with far too much force, finally turning your attention to him.
Rafayel perks up instantly at having your eyes on him, face brightening with smug satisfaction like he won.
"Fine," you say. "Go sit in that chair. And you better be naked when I get back."
Without another word or glance back, you disappear from the room, entirely pleased to return to sudden obedience.
Sitting tall in the chair, completely naked, legs spread slightly as he lazily strokes himself, is your one and only. His expression still homes that smirk, but the desperation underneath it is obvious now. His cock twitches with every slow tug of his hand.
"Gonna come and take care of me, pretty?"
You hum thoughtfully. "With that mouth, I don't think so."
The smirk turns into pout, bottom lip jutting out as he strokes himself a little faster.
"Please? Look at how hard I am. It hurts… you have to take care of it."
"I think I need to take care of something else first."
He cocks a brow suspiciously, watching closely as you peel down your leggings, then your panties.
"See?" he starts smugly. "I knew you couldn't resist me. Now c'mere and—mmph!"
You shove the bundled fabric that was just against your cunt into his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.
His eyes widen in genuine shock while his hand stills on his cock, though it throbs visibly at the switch in control.
"You're so mouthy," you shake your head. "Keep them in, or else I'm not touching you at all."
Rafayel's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. He nods immediately.
"Gooood boy," you drawl, tracing your fingers down his chest. You circle one of his nipples until his skin prickles in goosebumps.
You let your gaze fall to his cock, smirking as it drips steadily against his stomach.
"So messy already."
A muffled, pathetic plea comes from behind the gag, his hands sliding up your bare thighs, inching higher and asking permission without words.
"No," you deny. "You've been a brat."
His brows knit together.
"And brats…" you continue, flashing the silicone vibrator you discreetly brought in with you, "get punished."
You thumb the toy to life, watching the pleasure and panic war on his face before pressing the buzzing head lightly against his hipbone.
He whimpers and squirms away from the sensation, thighs twitching as the vibrations travel through him.
You smile sweetly. "Hold it."
Rafayel blinks at you like you've lost your mind.
"Now."
With a bit of reluctance, he obeys.
The second the toy settles into his palm, another muffled noise leaves him at the strength of the vibrations. You guide his wrist.
"Rub it along your cock," you instruct. "Find where you're sensitive."
Rafayel swallows hard around the fabric in his mouth.
The toy touches him and he moans instantly, body jerking as he shakily drags it along his length. The moment it presses beneath the tip just right, his head falls back with a strangled sound.
"Hold it there. You were soooo horny, yeah? This will help."
Within seconds, Rafayel is a whimpering mess.
His eyes glaze over, body thrashing while saliva soaks the cotton in his mouth—that doesn't fully muffle the desperate little noises escaping him nonstop now.
You stroke his cheek gently, then trail your fingers down the column of his throat. The touch is more than enough, and his cock throbs as cum spurts and drizzles from the tip, coating his abdomen and the toy.
"Don't move it," you order firmly. "You're gonna make yourself cum again."
✮⋆˙— xavier
You can't breathe.
Xavier's mouth has been pressed against yours the entire elevator ride, barely giving you a gasp for air as he fumbles with the buttons before shoving you gently against the wall to kiss you again.
It's not unusual for him to be this hungry, but after an ordinary day—visiting your friends and their new baby—it just wasn't what you expected.
Not that you're complaining.
Instead, you let him guide you through the hallway between messy kisses and fumble with the keys while your lips trail down his neck. Xavier shivers beneath the affection, unable to shove you both inside fast enough.
The lights don't even turn on.
He just walks you backward towards the nearest surface—the couch—before sitting down and dragging you straight onto his lap like he physically can't stand having space between you.
"You're so eager tonight," you giggle.
"Is that a problem?" he asks immediately, voice rough and husky.
"Of course not."
Xavier hums, dipping his head to press slow kisses along your jaw and neck. His hand grab your hips tightly, fingers flexing in encouragement for you to move.
You obey, rocking against the hard line pressing in his pants, gasping at the delicious friction it creates despite the layers.
"You're… ovulating right?" he ask suddenly, almost dazed.
You blink and still your movements. "I… I don't know. Why?"
"No reason."
His cheeks flush immediately after saying it, almost as if he regrets letting the thought slip out loud. Before you can question him further, he changes the subject entirely by tugging his shirt over his head, revealing firm lines of muscle.
"Come on. I wanna see you."
In the dim glow spilling from the window, clothes disappear piece by piece until there's nothing left to separate you both.
Xavier stares at you like the sight alone might kill him.
"You're so beautiful, my star," he whispers reverently, hands gliding over your skin like he can't help himself. "So pretty… always so pretty for me."
The praises makes warmth curl low, your cheeks turning as pink as his. His hands settle on your waist again, thumbs stroking softly as he looks up at you with blown pupils.
"Please," he says quietly. "Ride me. I'll be so good for you. Please, baby."
And you absolutely can't deny that face.
So you settle above him, and sink down onto his length slowly, both of you gasping at the stretch. His head immediately tips back against the couch, broken moans spilling from his lips.
"Oh god…"
You start moving instinctively, bouncing slowly in his lap and he watches you with completely glassy eyes.
He's unbelievably responsive tonight. Each roll of your hips pulls helpless sounds from him, his hands roaming your body and settling on your breasts. His thumbs swipe your nipples and pinch them when they pebble.
Praises spill endlessly, coming faster as he began to meet your thrusts.
Pretty. Perfect. His star.
His cock is throbbing inside you within minutes, and upon the feeling, you shift to lift off—only to be met with a firm grip on your hips, plunging you back down.
"N-No," he gasps.
Your eyes widen in surprise.
"Stay," he pleads softly, holding you down as he thrusts up. "Please stay on me."
"Xav—"
"I wanna cum in you," he admits. "Please.. you looked so beautiful today with their baby. Imagine how gorgeous you'd look carrying my baby."
The words clearly embarrass him the second they leave his mouth because his face burns bright red immediately after. But he doesn't take them back.
If anything, he looks needier for admitting it.
His forehead presses against your chest as he whimpers softly, sucking a mark into the supple skin while his hips continue twitching.
"Please, star… please let me."
You cradle his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you set the pace again. The second you whisper permission, Xavier moans so sweetly it almost sounds painful.
He cums instantly, pressing his tip up until it nestles against your cervix, letting warm spurts of his seed spill deep inside you.
Something passes in his expression as his orgasm subsides, and his hands slide beneath your thighs to flip your position, laying you on your back and hitching your legs around his hips.
He withdrawals his cock nearly all the way before plunging it right back in.
"i'm gonna fuck a baby into you. Tonight."
✮⋆˙— sylus
Onichynus' boss man was about to wear a hole into his living room floor.
He had been at it for at least the ten minutes since you'd arrived and starting watched him—probably longer before that, if you had to guess.
Sylus had been short with your messages all day, clipped responses that lacked their usual teasing edge. Instead of waiting for him to maybe confide in you over the phone, you'd taken a quick ride over to the N109 yourself.
"I know you know I'm here," you drawl, sauntering in the room. "Yet you still haven't greeted me. How rude."
Sylus stops at your voice but doesn't turn around, gaze fixes on the glittering city sprawling beneath the windows. The glow paints sharp lines across his face.
It's not like him to stay so silent.
You pad closer, brow furrowing in concern.
"Hey," you whisper, slipping your arms around his waist. "Are you alright?"
Sylus inhales sharply at your touch.
And his body is burning with a feverish heat.
You tilt your head, trying to catch his expression in the reflection of the glass. His face is flushed nearly as red as his eye, the glow in his aether core pulsing faintly.
And when you glance down, it's almost as if the bulge in his pants is about to pop the button clean off.
Usually, Sylus' desire when it came to an unstable aether consisted of devouring you whole—whatever form that happened to take. But this time feels different. The desire weaving through the space between you is softer somehow. Less demanding and far more desperate.
Sylus swallows hard, throat bobbing, and when he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse.
"Sweetie…"
"Sy," you soften instantly. "Why didn't you tell me your core was acting up?"
For a moment, he says nothing and just exhales shakily. His cock throbs visibly beneath the fabric at the sound of your voice.
"I thought it'd pass," he admits quietly. "Usually it's not this bad and usually..."
Embarrassment flashes across his face as he mutters, "it wants me to be more dominant."
Oh.
Poor thing.
Your turn him in your arms, sliding your hands up his chest. The red glow brightens as you rest your hand over the violent pound of his heart, making him shudder hard. A tiny smile tugs at your mouth when his face burns even hotter.
"Sensitive, are we?"
"Don't tease me," he says instantly, though it lacks its usual bite, making it sound more like a cute plea.
You glide your hands up to cup his face, stroking lightly beneath his eye. A strained sound catches in his throat as his hips jerk forward involuntary the second the core pulses again.
"Oh, baby…" you murmur softly. "What does it want?"
Your fingers drift lazily down his neck, making him tremble.
"It wants… it needs…" he stops, struggling with the admission. "Sweetie, I want you to take care of me."
You bat your lashes up at him. "Yeah?"
"Please, kitten," Sylus whispers. "Please."
You don't need much more incentive than that.
You guide him gently towards the couch, hands smoothing over his shoulders when his legs nearly give out halfway there. He sinks down heavily, spreading his thighs with a shaky exhale when you kneel between them.
His eyes stay locked on you, blown wide with desperation as you undo his pants, fishing out his weeping cock from the confines of his boxers. He's painfully hard. Angry red at the tip, leaking steadily, and twitching the second your hand wraps around him.
Sylus throws his head back immediately, mouth falling open in pure ecstasy at just your palm around him.
"Oh, fuck—"
Teasing feels almost too mean, so you only kitten lick the salty bead that gathered at the tip before wrapping your lips around the plush head.
His thighs tremble as you take him deeper into your mouth, fingers gently carding through your hair to encourage the motion.
"S-So good, sweetie," he stutters. "Fuck… oh god…"
You begin bobbing softly, gagging once on the size, which makes drool slip down the corners of your mouth.
Sylus begins to whimper.
"T-Too much—fuck—"
His aether core pulses brightly, making every pleasurable drag of your tongue feel amplified. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head while your hand strokes what you can't fit.
Within seconds his length is throbbing in the warmth of your mouth.
A salty rush explodes on your tongue as Sylus moans brokenly, shaking while you suck him gently through the orgasm. Apparently not gentle enough though, because he jolts hard from the oversensitivity.
'Ah—ah, sweetie—"
You pull off with a pop, swallowing everything he gave you before wiping at the saliva coating your mouth. You smirk at the completely dazed, blushing man slumped before you.
Heyyyyyy! Just wanted to tell you how much I love your work. If it’s okay I’d love it if you could pleaseeeeeeee do a dilf!rin itoshi x fem reader , pls! Maybe with a little bit ( or a lot ) of smut 🥹. Tysm!
oh ho ho, i'm very excited for this. i see the vision trust!!
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retired soccer genius-turned-coach rin itoshi can't seem to stop falling for the pretty team manager
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rin itoshi has always prided himself on being a man of high-honour, especially as the current head coach of his former club team.
now in his forties and retired from the game, he pours all of the blood, sweat, and tears he once did into his life as a striker into his players with the intention of guiding them to follow in his footsteps.
at some point during his professional career, he grew out of his selfish ego enough and now has the capacity to teach well– without making his players cry accidentally, which is something he nearly did every session within his first three months on the job– and keep his team focused.
because of his intense crux on being a good coach, he never cared much for relationships beyond that of a mentor-student, especially the romantic sort, always drowning willingly in training plans and future visions. not once did he stop to ponder if he was lonely, if intimacy was something he craved at all.
but, the moment you walked into his life– the pretty, new team manager wearing the most fatal smile he had ever witnessed on another person, let alone a woman– everything flipped.
you just showed up, looking like every damn cell of your body was literally created by drops of heaven when you walked into the training room on your first day, rosy cheeks hinting at a subtle shyness as you greeted everyone kindly. “hi, i’m y/n, your new team manager starting today.”
rin tried to keep himself distracted, suppressing every bubble of attraction that dared to arise in his chest whenever he looked at you. yet, he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy seeping through his shadow every time you interacted with his team; your smiles were anything but ‘just friendly’ in his eyes, though logically, he didn’t actually have the slightest idea of how you felt towards any of his boys.
he was a reasonable man. mature, upright, and wise. of course you would be interested in boys your age, he knew that. why the fuck would he even think you’d want to be with one twenty years your senior? you were young, beautiful, and kind, any man would be lucky to have you– one in your age range, he forcefully reminded himself time and time again.
unfortunately for rin, he wanted that man to be him, regardless. no matter how much he tried to ignore it, to kill the feelings, they persisted.
and now he’s here, drunk off his ass at a celebratory afterparty for his team making it to regionals, nearly passed out on the corner of the couch in the karaoke room. everyone else is still lively, singing horribly– some well, though– at the top of their lungs, downing shot after shot of sake.
you, of course, stay on patrol, only babysitting a drink or two to try to keep things under control.
rin didn’t mean to drink as much as he did. he just couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy you look in your little black dress– a view he rarely got the chance to see since your usual attire consisted of training jackets and joggers– and thoughtlessly started chugging at a bottle of sake until he was hiccuping and sleepy to cope with his overwhelming, tenacious feelings.
you let out a sigh, but chuckle, scooting your body over to his side to check up on him. the others seem fine, despite their rowdiness, so you shift your attention to your colleague for the time being.
“hey,” you hum gently, nudging his side, “i can call you a cab.”
“n–no,” he murmurs, heavy eyelids fluttering to open. he thinks he’s dreaming when he’s sees how close you are, glistening eyes looking into his enlarged pupils with concern, “oh, mm’fuck– you’re so c– hic– close.”
you smile. “well, yeah, need to make sure you’re not dying.”
his laugh turns into a cough before he smacks his lips together and curls further into the couch. “mm’fine, mm’fine,” he thrums, closing his eyes again. but this time, his hand reaches out to find yours resting on the seat cushion beside his thigh, fingertips teasingly gliding across your knuckles. he’s not even fully aware that he’s doing it, light snores slowly beginning to sound out of him seconds later.
your heart stops for a minute as your gaze flickers to where he’s touching you, lips parting with a silent gasp. you think you should move– should– but you don’t, just allowing the warmth to flow through your veins for a few moments. despite the chaos surrounding you, this shared moment felt private and quiet.
eventually, you do convince him to take a cab, but with you to your place, because you have zero trust he’ll be able to safely transport himself back to his own given the state he’s currently in.
you stumble your bodies through the front door, carefully guiding him towards your bedroom to help him into bed. you plan to take the couch for the night.
the cutest whimpers escape his mouth as you remove his shoes, then tuck him underneath the covers. you’ll just change your sheets the next day since he’s still wearing his alcohol-stained daywear, not feeling comfortable enough to help him undress. he can do that himself once he sobers up a bit, since he’ll probably wake up sooner or later to use the bathroom.
you quickly fix him a glass of water, then grab a small pouch of saltines and a few tylenol pills to leave on the nightstand beside him; hydration, food, and medication– the cocktail to hangover survival.
he mutters something you can’t quite make out as you move to leave the bedroom, which causes you to just swell with warmth with how cute he really is as you shut the door behind you quietly.
rin ends up sleeping from one in the morning, when you two arrived back at your place, all the way until ten– completely through the night. his eyes shoot open wide abruptly as he wakes, eyebrows furrowing to take in his surroundings. where the fuck is he?
he jolts from the soft rap at the door, heart dropping into his stomach as you walk in sporting a loose t-shirt, tiny sleep shorts, and bedhead, carrying a small plate of toast.
“morning,” you smile. he just blinks at you, chest palpitating. you chuckle at his surprise, placing the plate down beside him on the bed. “i take it you don’t remember anything from last night.”
“not at all.” his voice is raspy and parched. he notices the glass of water on the nightstand and picks it up, chugging it quickly. he lets out a sigh when he finishes, feeling quenched. “i didn’t– we didn’t– right?” he asks, slightly panicked.
you shake your head, understanding exactly what he’s asking. “nothing happened. i just brought you back here so i could make sure you didn’t accidentaly kill yourself,” you laugh, “do you even know how much you drank?” he shakes his head and you sigh. “an entire bottle of sake and then some,” you state, “i’m surprised you’re even functioning this morning.” there’s a sharp pain in his head right then that proves your words otherwise and he winces. “i’ll get you some more water,” you offer, “be right back.”
rin feels so utterly embarrassed.
and– worst of all– fucked.
an indescribable tension has been floating around you and rin since that night a few weeks ago. neither of you address it though, just assuming it will fade out on its own.
yeah, that’s never how it works, is it?
it isn’t until he sees you cozying up with one of his players outside of the locker rooms after practice that he finally snaps, stomach twisting violently at the thought of you being close to another man.
he waits until the field is left with only you and him. the two of you usually stayed afterwards together to clean up and prepare for the following day’s session.
“hey,” he says, stacking the cones as you toss the extra balls into the bin, “are you and alex… close?”
you freeze for a moment, surprised he’s prying into a topic like that with you. if you’re honest, though, it made your heart flutter. is he concerned about you? or… is he jealous?
“sort of,” you shrug, answering him casually, though your insides were going crazy. “we found out our moms work together, so we kind of just hit it off.”
“i see.”
it’s quiet again.
neither of you are paying attention as you back up after finishing your tasks, bodies colliding as he topples over you onto the floor of the storage shed.
both of you groan, and you’re grateful your elbows caught you in time to avoid smacking your head painfully onto the pavement.
“you okay?” rin asks, searching your face. he still hasn’t noticed that he’s hovering over you, chests nearly touching. but once he does, he can hardly breathe. “oh– fuck–,” he huffs, “sorry, let me get up–,” but you stop him, and he swears he’s about to explode. “y/n?” he calls your name gently. you just keep staring at him, watching as his pupils dilate wider and wider with each passing second. your hand reaches up to cup his jaw, and his breath falters. “what are you– fuck.”
you lips break out into a smile and your chest aches. all this time, you’ve been trying to suppress your desire for the man you lay before. he’s twenty years older than you, and that will surely make people talk. but, you don’t care.
you don’t care.
you want him. and you’re sick of not allowing yourself to at least let him know that; if he doesn’t feel the same, then you move on.
“rin,” the way you say his name makes him shiver, “i like you. i like you a lot.” his eyes widen at your confession. “i know you’re a lot older than i am; you’ve got more experience and life’s all figured out in comparison to me, but,” you exhale, “i can’t help how i feel. i really fucking like you.”
he releases the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in, head falling forward in relief and a tinge of hesitance. “shit,” he laughs nervously, “i never thought– fucking hell,” he tries to pull himself together, “i’ve been falling for you since the second you walked into that damn training room last year, and i– i never thought it’d be mutual.” your affectionate smile is sending butterflies straight to his stomach. “you’re so much younger than me, and way fucking out of my league but, christ, y/n, i really fucking like you too.”
your smile lifts into a smirk– a devious one full of raw desire and need. “kiss me, rin,” you thrum, moving both hands to slide behind him to rest on the nape of his neck. “if this is real, then show me.”
his breaths are uneven. “are you sure?”
you bite your lip and nod. “yes, i’m sure. but, not here. not on this disgusting closet floor,” both he and you laugh, “take me back to yours tonight?”
rin’s sheets smell like pine and a thousand secret feelings as he lays you down on his bed, cherry, slightly cracked lips attaching to yours with vigor. a year’s worth of pent up emotions could no longer be controlled. you tug at his hair as you slip your tongue into it his mouth, thighs clenching at the sweet sounds of his muffled whines. he’s hovering over you now, slowly dropping his kisses from your face down towards your center; on the way, he unzips your training jacket. he lifts his head for a moment to see you, staring in awe at your nearly bare chest looking back at him. his tongue teases below the wiring of your bra and you gasp.
“off,” you squeak, “take it off.”
rin obliges, “holy fuck, you’re beautiful,” cheeks burning from your gorgeous tits. he immediately attaches his mouth to your perky nipples, sliding his rough tongue across each meaty breast whilst his hands cup your thighs.
you involuntarily jolt at the tingling sensation, pulling at his strands more aggressively, which only causes him to moan against you and send pleasurable vibrations through your chest.
“f–fuck,” your breath stutters when he drags his tongue from your sternum down to your navel, his fingers curling into your waistband once he reaches there.
he bites your hip bones teasingly. “i bet you’re so pretty,” he thrums, massaging your skin, “can’t wait to taste this pussy.”
rin doesn’t waste even a second once he’s removed your pants and tossed them aside, tongue diving into your sweet cunt with filthy squelches.
“r–rin!” you mewl, bucking your hips up against his mouth. his eyes roll at the use of you moaning his name and your sweet taste, grip on your hips tightening. “s–shit, right– oh, god!”
the tip of his nose stimulates your clit with each deliberate drive of his tongue into your slick hole. you're riding his face now, matching his pace, desperate to reach your high.
rin can sense your arousal growing, the coil in your stomach only seconds away from snapping. he sucks on your bundle of nerves with precision, lapping you up like it’s his favourite pastime, groaning at the feeling of you about to fall apart.
“c’mon,” he mutters, “let me taste you. come for me.” with a final drag of his mouth and nose across your folds, you cry, spilling your sweet nectar out of your cunt and all over his pretty face. he growls as he drinks you up, swallowing all of you pornographically. “fuck, you’re so good to me.”
he releases you with a slow, agonizing pop as he lifts up to see you, cock twitching at the sight of your beautiful fucked out face in all her glory. your lashes are fluttering, and he can see your throat pulsing as you catch your breath.
“feel okay?” he checks in with you.
“y–yeah,” you stutter, still riding through the ecstasy of your orgasm.
“good,” he smiles, though not without a tint of mischief, leaning over to plant a kiss on your puffy, quivering lips. “do you want to keep going–”
“yes.”
he laughs at how quickly you answer. “your wish is my command.”
your eyes grow dark for a moment as you keep looking back at him. “don’t treat me so nicely."
he lets out a cough, taken aback by your initiation and request. it’s not that he didn’t want to get a little crazy with you, far from it, he just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.
“what do you want me to do?” he asks.
you stare at him straight in the eye and say, “slap my ass and pull my hair. surprise me with the rest.”
he was throbbing.
fuck.
rin undresses, then you’re instantly flipped over onto your stomach, grip in your hair tight and declaring, yanking your ass up high in the air for him. he groans and your walls squeeze tightly.
“fucking hell,” he hisses, “you sure you can handle me like this?”
you turn your head enough to glare at him, mostly playfully, but a little bit annoyed. “rin,” you assert, “fuck me or i’ll do it myself.”
his heart is about to burst through his chest. you notice the way his thick cock jumps from your demand and you smirk.
“fuck. yeah, okay,” he huffs, pumping himself a few times as he maintains eye contact, leaky tip teasing your sticky hole. “you ready, baby?”
“give it to me.”
your words move him automatically as he slides into you. you can feel his hips shaking the entire way to bottoming you out, walls clenching around his fat base.
“god,” he groans, “you feel– wow. fuck.”
you start sliding along his cock, too, and he nearly loses it. “c’mon,” you taunt, “more, daddy, more.”
he stills for a second. did you just call him daddy?
the choice of words has brewed a destructive storm within him.
your smugness instantly turns into a screaming fest as he slams into you, brutally smacking his pelvis against your plush ass. every time he pulls out far enough to leave a bit of space, he lifts a hand to smack your cheeks and you whimper, drool coating the bedsheets below you.
“fuck, fuck!” you whine, unbridled, ragged chokes escaping your mouth. “you’re s–so– mmmm’shit–”
you can hardly speak, and rin can’t stop gritting his teeth and abusing your sweet, tight cunt. he slips a hand underneath you to reach your clit, sending it a rough slap that makes your body jolt with a loud cry.
“thatta girl,” he thrums, “let me hear you get fucking loud f’me.”
his fingers circle fast, thick cock filling you to the brim with a ruthless pace, and you spiral towards your second orgasm. you throw a hand back to grab his thigh, assisting him to fuck you even faster as your arousal starts to leak around him.
“r–rin,” you gasp, body beginning to convulse, “i’m gonna– oh, fuck!” you don’t even complete your sentence, a sharp crack of the throat sending you over the edge as you cream around his length, vibrating and clenching him incessantly. “oh my god!”
he laughs elated and a bit heniously, keeping his pace unforgiving as he yanks you up by your hair in the midst of coming, forcing your spine flat against his chest. you’re overstimulated and whining pathetically.
“we’re not done,” he purrs, licking one, long stripe up the side of your neck, “you’re giving me three more. we’re hitting five.”
your throat tightens and you pulsate excitedly. “i don’t know if– that’s–,” your eyes roll and you feel your stomach twisting for the third time. “oh my fucking god,” you groan, “fuck!” you squirt again, moans so loud you’re sure the neighbours are pissed off by now.
rin isn’t slowing down, sending shallow slaps and firm circles to your clit as his cock continues to stretch you out, twitching inside your walls with each greedy clench from your pussy.
“such a good girl for daddy,” his voice is low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine, “keep falling apart f’me like this.”
you’re foaming at the mouth, arms thrashing around aimlessly as he pulls the fourth orgasm out of you with a deep, hard thrust into your stomach, your shattered cry trickling down his spine ecstatically. he growls as he moves his grip from your hair to your throat, squeezing tightly and driving his fat, wet cock into you without mercy.
he’s trying to keep himself together, determined to feel you come around him one final time. but he’s so fucking close.
“jesus– rin– shit–” you whine, grabbing his wrist around your neck for leverage, “it’s so s–sen– fuck!” he slides his mushroom tip across your pleasure point and you whimper, hips stuttering back against him.
“just one more, baby girl,” he hums, sucking a claim into your shoulderblade, “let me feel you just one more time.”
you nod profusely, whining growing louder with each brutal drag of his cock until you finally break, “i–i’m coming!” dropping all inhibitions and screaming uncontrollably as you release onto him for the fifth time, drenching his cock with your sweet cum.
he’s growling just as loudly as you are, hips sputtering weakly as he senses himself about to break, pulling out of you at the last second whilst he pushes your torso back down towards the mattress again to spill his hot, milky seed all over your back. his moans are raspy, head thrown backwards in bliss, as the sticky substance feels warm on your skin.
“holy fuck,” he grits his teeth, looking down to see how pretty he decorated your body. “you did so well for me, sweetheart,” he praises, “i’m so proud of you.” he leans over and kisses the back of your head before carefully helping you to lay down flat onto your stomach comfortably. “let me go grab a rag to clean you up.”
he’s so gentle with you, cautiously wiping your skin and helping you roll over onto your back once he’s finished cleaning you up. your eyes are so dazed and fucked-out, pupils blown and full of ecstacy and affection. he can’t help but smile, heart warming at the sight of you so wrecked for him in the two best ways– sex and love.
he kisses your temple before laying beside you, pulling you closely to rest on his chest. “how are you feeling?” he asks.
“so good,” your words are slightly slurred, “that was incredible.”
“yeah?” his heart swells.
“yeah.” you repeat.
it’s quiet for a moment, but calm. then, he asks the burning question. “do you want to continue this? you know, us?”
your head tilts up to look at him, and if the way your eyes glisten are any consolation, the answer to that is yes. “i do,” you smile. “i want all of you, rin itoshi.”
if it weren’t for the fact he had a team to get through regionals– and now you becoming an important part of his life– he’d die right there in your arms with how fast his heart is beating and be happy with it.
Cuddling turned into kissing. Kissing turned into moaning. And before either of you realized it, Isagi had his hands all over you, stuttering “Are you sure?” as if he wasn’t already halfway in love and one pelvic thrust from owning you finally completely.
The sex? Beautiful. Sloppy. A little shy, but desperate and real. You pulled his hair. He gasped like he’d never been touched. He whispered your name with reverence and worship.
But then, you’re lying there, both of you sweaty and spent, your head on his chest and that’s when it happens. His hand starts twitching like he’s holding a damn whiteboard marker.
“You know,” he begins, staring up at the ceiling. Apparently seeing something else entirely, “You completely changed tempo midway through.”
“Tempo?” you blink to your man.
“Yeah. First you were slow and kinda teasing. I could read your rhythm. But then when you started rolling your hips? That shift caught me off guard. I didn’t recover fast enough.”
Your mouth falls open - he’s analyzing… sex.
“I was controlling pace early on. But I lost dominance after you said ‘just like that.’ that was a feint mental manipulation. You broke my defense line.”
You sit up. “Yoichi, are you doing a match review of our first time?”
He looks at you, dead serious. “How else am I supposed to improve?”
You snort so hard it turns into a wheeze.
He sits up too, eyes sparkling with genuine intensity. “No, seriously. You’re unpredictable. It’s like one second you’re kissing me gently, then the next—bam—sudden top position. No warning. That flipped the momentum.”
He pulls a notebook out of his bag. “Okay, so if I were to score myself out of 100—stamina was decent. A bit sloppy with the rhythm near the end. Positioning was okay, but I overextended my thrust range. Could tighten my form.”
“Yoichi.”
“What?” he blinks innocently. “I’m just saying that your moan at minute 13 was the clutch moment. I felt like I scored a hat-trick.”
You throw a pillow at his head. “You’re insane.”
He catches it and smiles. “Maybe. But I’m only insane for you.” and then he pins you back down on the bed. “So… rematch?”
You nod. He’s already on top of you again, flushed and focused. But this time, he’s not nervous. He’s calculating. Too calculating.
“Alright,” he mutters, gripping your thighs like he’s setting up for a corner kick. “This time, I’m not letting you dominate possession.”
Wait. What? Before you can question it, he pushes his thick cock back into you with precision. His hips grind against yours like he knows the angle and studied it.
“Pace control,” he mumbles into your neck. “Starting slow. Gonna build pressure.” you moan loudly and he smirks. “See? That reaction? Predictable now. Read it like a counterattack.”
You choke on a gasp as he thrusts harder, more focused now, body pressing you into the bed.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans. “Like scoring the perfect goal. You’re my golden ratio.”
You’re barely alive as he rails you into the mattress.
“I adjusted my stroke depth too,” he mutters. “Less over-penetration. More friction—fuck—better scoring chances.”
“Yoichi.”
“Shh, baby. I’m in control of the midfield.”
His hand snakes around your throat to ground you there while he pounds into you with ruthless precision. He’s sweaty. His hair’s in his eyes. He growls when you clench around him.
“Don’t squeeze like that unless you’re trying to make me lose the lead,” he breathes, laughing through a groan. “But I won’t choke in the final minutes.”
You’re crying now, and moaning his name like a chant.
“That’s it. Keep chanting. Stadium’s full. You’re cheering for me.” he leans down, forehead to yours. “You’re my win condition, baby. My only goal. You hear me?”
Your legs are shaking. Your mind’s gone. He fucks you through one more orgasm, then holds you tight when you collapse.
“Post-game interview time,” he says breathlessly, kissing your forehead. “Rate that out of 10.”
“Negative 300,” you mumble. “You’re not real.”
He grins. “Cool. Now let’s see how you hold up in extra time.”
your hand rests loosely around the base of satoru’s throat, more unintentional than intention, but the second the word leaves his mouth you stop.
you freeze for half a second, hips stopping where they are straddling him, but he doesn’t let you pull away. his much larger hand covers yours, pressing your fingers tighter against the sides of his neck and encouraging you to increase the pressure.
his snowy hair is a wild mess on the pillow. color burns high in his cheeks, and his bright blue eyes turn glassy as he stares up at you. his chest rises and falls quickly as you apply slow pressure, feeling his pulse race beneath your palm.
“fuck… yeah, just like that.”
his hips push upward, driving deeper inside you and stretching you open with each thrust. a broken moan slips from his lips when you add more pressure.
“use me,” he breathes. “use my throat, baby. choke me while you ride me.”
you lean forward, bracing more of your weight on the hand around his throat, and his eyes flutter. another gorgeous broken moan spills out as you squeeze harder. his hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your skin as he helps you move faster, deeper.
“shit— that’s it. fuck, you look so pretty choking me out. don’t stop. ruin me. i want bruises tomorrow.”
every roll of your hips makes him groan louder, the sounds getting breathier the tighter you hold. his throat bobs under your palm with every swallowed gasp. you have never seen him like this, so eager to be used, and it makes you dizzy.
“harder, baby. make me yours,” he pants. he presses your hand tighter against his neck. “i’m so fucking close—use me. choke me while i come.”
link click is so criminally underrated i stg i love that series so bad and have for 3+ years now and i am not at all prepared for s3 in a few weeks askdkfkfek
he is a simp through and through. he is a MUNCH!! he is a needy little freak!! he is a BIG whimperer, god im losing my mind over here... don't save me, though, i'm right where i want to be.
you cannot tell me yuta wouldn't be louder than you while eating you out, rutting his hips into the bed so he can come, too. his face would be covered in your slick from cheek to cheek, slurping you so fucking sloppily, refusing to waste even a drop of what you offer him.
when he senses you're getting close, the most ungodly sound erupts from his throat, hips stuttering against the mattress as he spurts out his cum onto the sheets he was so desperately grinding into the entire time whilst tasting you.
you'd giggle, running your fingers through his sweaty hair as he'd come back down. you truly had the most whipped boyfriend. hearing his whines made you even wetter.
he picks up the pace of his tongue again, a sharp cry releasing from your lips as he finally sends you over the edge, sweet juices splashing all over his face. he swallows every drop.
"mmm, such a good boy for me, yu," you hum, feathering your fingertips down his spine as you ride out your high with slow thrusts against his mouth. you feel him shudder against you. "want me to ride you?" you ask with a smile, "i think you've earned it."
he nods profusely, like an eager puppy, moving his body to sit against the headboard before you can even blink. you bite your bottom lip as you lift your hips over his, teasing the wet tip of his cock for a few moments. he huffs and lets out a near silent groan as you slide your thumb across the dripping slit.
"so sensitive, baby," you coo, smirking at him.
he's so flushed and needy, voice cracking wildly when you finally sink down onto him, his hands coming up immediately to grab your waist. you start slow, then when he's breathing heavily, you move along him faster.
"o-oh, shit- y/n, fuck, i-i'm gonna-," he gulps, hissing as you continuously squeeze his length. every time you move, your walls brush against his vein that sends shocks waves through his entire body. "oh, god- ngh- r-right-" he almost freezes, "jesus christ, yeah- like that!"
you're dropping down onto him with as much vigor as you can manage, leaning your head forward to slide your tongue into his mouth. he whimpers, pawing at your cheeks as you give him everything you've got. he's moaning down your throat enough that you can feel the vibrations in your chest.
"you're about to come, aren't you?" you tease as you pull away to look at him.
the rasp in your tone enough for him to throw his head back with a piercing cry, digging his nails into your shoulders as you milk him completely, sweet, needy whines escaping repeatedly from his tongue. "fuck, fuck, fuck," he chokes, spit coating his chin as his mouth drops open in pure bliss, "i'm s-stuffing you so full, baby, aren't i?" he's slurring his words. "i make you feel so good, right?"
you kiss his cheek gently before lifting off of his cock. "of course, baby," he mourns the warmth of your pretty little cunt, "you feel so perfect inside of me," but only for a moment. now, your head is at his hips, eyes peering up at him through hooded lids while your tongue licks up both of your sticky releases covering his shaft.
he gulps, mouth wide and parted as you take him into your mouth, sucking and humming with intent. he's gripping the sheets, body shaking violently, crying at your sweet tongue enveloping him. "p-please, y/n, please," he begs you for more.
your high school sweetheart rensuke kunigami broke things off right after graduation; ten years later, he realizes it was a huge mistake
cw ⋆.˚ smut, exes to lovers, female!reader, angst, brief alcohol use, sae cameo, ren is jealous af, but he's also such a sweetheart ugh, semi public sex, oral (f), dirty talk, teasing, he's a little cocky in bed and i'm folded, nipple play, dry humping, squirting, cum eating, praise, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetheart, baby), big dick kunigami enthusiast, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it uuuup), light choking he's kinda softdom ??, creampie, sweet fluffy ending and he's a little sassy/playful ugh
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“what?”
kunigami stares at the floor, running his palms along his arms anxiously. “i want to break up.”
your throat tightens. “you can’t be serious…”
“i-i’m sorry–”
“what the hell, ren?” you seethe, “after all of the promises that we’d go through college together, get an apartment, start a family… you want to call it quits?”
“i just– i just don’t want to hold myself back from what else is out there,” he frowns.
“so, what you’re saying is i’m in your way?”
“no!” he protests, “that’s not what i mean, i just– fuck,” he runs his fingers through his hair and you’re already crying, tears drenching your puffy cheeks. “i don’t even know what else to say,” he sucks in a breath, “i need space.”
“then we take space, but we don’t have to break up!”
“y/n, please,” his lips quiver, “just let me end this on a good note–”
you scoff. “a good note? ren, that possibility was never an option if you were planning on breaking up with me out of fucking nowhere! there were no warnings, no signs…” you choke on your sobs. “how could– how could you lie to me for all this time?”
“i wasn’t lying!” he raises his voice, then lowers it once you flinch. “i wasn’t lying,” he repeats softer. “i loved you, fuck love you so much, but i can’t do this anymore.”
your voice shakes and falters, “you don’t mean that,” you croak, “y–you just need a few days to think and then everything will be fine–”
“y/n,” he states your name firmer. “please. i want to let this go. let me let this go.”
your heart shatters into a million pieces as you fall to your knees, clutching your chest for dear life because it felt like it had just ended. “ren,” you choke, “ren, wait–”
but he’s already out the front door, tears welling up in his own eyes as he gets into his car to leave. he looks at you and his expression is so devastated. you still can’t wrap your head around the reason why he’s leaving. were you too much? were you not enough? his eyelids are heavy with sadness as he mouths ‘i’m sorry’ to you before backing out of the driveway.
10 years later
kunigami rushes into the conference room, nearly tripping over the threshold and dropping his laptop onto the floor. all eyes jerk in his direction, his face turning crimson from the embarrassment.
“my apologies for being late,” he tries to catch his breath as he bows.
his boss chuckles a bit, “just take a seat, rensuke,” then smiles, “we’ve only just started.”
the meeting is running smoothly, kunigami presenting his strategy to market the company's next product.
but something shifts within him, something cold, as it moves into the second half of the hour. he can’t shake the feeling that something unnerving is about to occur.
“ah, welcome!” his boss greets a small group of bodies at the door, “come in, please.” they start shuffling inside. “team, this is ‘green enterprises’, they will be collaborating with us on the next campaign.”
kunigami’s entire body freezes when the person hidden away in the very back finally steps forward, making themselves visible to everyone.
you.
he could recognize you from a mile away. you still have the same hair, the same eyes– you hardly look any different from all those years ago, just a bit older. wiser. put together.
your gaze catches his in that moment, and your stomach sinks, throat closing as the anxiety begins to rise into your chest. “ren?” you think quietly. “what is he doing here?”
kunigami can barely focus on the rest of the meeting, though he manages to pick up on a few discussion points so he can at least make it seem like he is still actively participating.
he runs into you in kitchen later as you’re sipping a cup of coffee, back resting against the fridge. you stiffen as you lift the mug up to your lips.
“hi,” he says, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, “i didn’t expect–”
“i don’t want to talk to you.” you cut him off.
his mouth stays open, a sickening feeling overwhelming his stomach. “o–okay, sure,” he clears his throat. “right, yeah. i’ll go.”
“thank you.”
the rest of the time working on the campaign seems to go as such, but somehow, you both manage to keep things civil and professional during the work day. it’s only the in-between moments and clocking out that’s tainted with a very obvious, cold tension.
he wants to interact with you, but holds himself back, because he understands; understands why you’re mad, why you presumably want nothing to do with him, especially after he broke your heart all those years ago. he thought about it constantly after that– he still does– but his pride got in the way of him ever attempting to fix things with you, to start over again. after ten years, he figures it’s too late, yet still, that tiny sliver of hope remains.
one afternoon, he finally plucks up the courage to go ask you when you’re free to talk. the worst you could say is no, but at least he would have made his intentions clear.
that plan is killed instantly when he catches you giggling in a hidden corner of the office with one of his coworkers, sae itoshi. red hot sears in his chest as your lips collide, jaw clenching at what he’s witnessing. sae’s hands slide down the curve of your spine to squeeze your ass and you squeal.
“sae!” you whisper, “we can’t do this here!”
“mmm, but why are you tempting me, then, baby?” he purrs, pushing your back against the wall. his fingertips follow the path of your waistband to the front of your jeans and slip through the belt loops. “if you’re quiet, we won’t get caught.”
you slap his arm playfully. “says the guy who screams like he’s being fucking murdered every time i suck his pretty cock.”
sae laughs before closing in on your lips again.
kunagmi knows he shouldn’t be there. he definitely should have already left. but he can’t help it. he feels angry, enraged– like something that belonged to him has been stolen away unfairly.
but you’re not his and he knows that.
so why can’t he get rid of the extreme urge to stomp over there and pull you out of sae’s arms and into his instead?
he barely sleeps that night, the image of you and sae fooling around in the office engraved into his brain.
“fuck!” he curses aloud to himself, “am i seriously too late?”
it’s not until the annual christmas party that he has the opportunity to try and get you alone to talk to you, though, it certainly wasn’t his plan to confront you whilst wasted off his ass.
he watches as you and sae, also drunk as fuck, stumble out of the main office into the hallways of the business complex. they’re empty, sans a security guard here and there, since your company was the only one hosting an event that night.
kunigami slips out a few minutes later, because he doesn’t want to seem suspicious. well, what he was doing already looked as such, but he doesn’t care since the jealousy within him is rising exponentially and cancelling out all of his common sense. he’d witnessed you two getting frisky enough times in the office that he was sick of it.
he turns the corner just as he catches you two slip inside an empty conference room, one-way glass walls preventing him from seeing what’s going on. he didn’t need to in order to know what you both were up to, it wasn’t rocket science to figure out. he can hear the giggles and soft moans rising from your body from where he’s standing outside of the room, his eyes flickering around the corridor to see if anyone from security is nearby. thankfully, the coast is clear.
he carefully approaches the door, but doesn’t open it yet. his hand freezes on the knob as he hears you cry out.
“sae!” you moan, tugging at his hair. “fuck, right there!”
“here, baby?” sae thrums, tongue sliding through your slick folds to collect all your arousal. “god, you’re soaked.”
kunigami isn’t thinking straight as the alcohol fully takes over. he throws the door open, you and sae jumping, startled, quickly shifting your clothing in an attempt to hide what you were just doing. sae’s confused and your face runs pale.
“rensuke?” sae raises his brow, “what are you doing here? how did you–”
“what the fuck?” you hiss at kunigami, interrupting sae’s questions, “get out!”
“no,” kunigami says firmly, “not until we fucking talk.”
“i don’t want to talk to you, asshole! did you not hear me the first time?”
sae’s lost as he slowly backs away. “uh, this seems like something beyond me,” he says, stepping out of the room and closing the door with him. “i’ll see you upstairs later?”
“sae,” you call him, “no, it’s fine, i’m coming back up–”
“like hell you are,” kunigami asserts, “we’re discussing things–”
“we’re fucking drunk, ren, both of us!” you shout, “this is not the time to be having a conversation like this.” you furrow your brows irritably at him, catching the door before it shuts all the way and follow sae back towards the central staircase.
kunigami rests his head against the wall, letting out a dramatic sigh as he squeezes his eyes shut. you’re absolutely right. he hates how much seeing you and sae together bothers him. he hates that he feels the need to fix things immediately at the cost of not spending enough time thinking things through– and in this case, not being sober enough to have a productive conversation.
most of all, he hates that he’s still deeply in love with you.
he needs you.
“damn it,” he grits at himself, “what am i doing?”
kunigami’s surprised when you ask him to spare you some time at lunch to talk about things a few days later. you decide to converse outside. though it’s cold, it means the patio will be barren of others and permit you privacy.
“okay,” you sigh, sitting down on the bench, “you have ten minutes to say what you need to say. that’s all i’m giving you.”
kunigami’s happy that you’ve even giving him any amount of time, so he easily agrees. he takes a seat beside you, then sucks in a deep breath.
“first of all, i want to apologize for how i spoke to you at the party,” he says. “i was aggressive and that was not cool of me at all. you were completely right in that it wasn’t the right time to talk.”
you’re still hesitant sitting there with him, arms crossed as your foot quietly taps on the pavement, but, nonetheless, you’d keep your word and hear him out.
“my whole world flipped when i saw you again recently,” he says, “i never thought you’d come back into my life so soon– maybe ever, with how i treated you, if i’m being honest.” his eyes drop into something like hurt, perhaps disappointment. “seeing you with sae… it pisses me off. i won’t sugarcoat it. i get jealous and possessive and– and it just constantly reminds me of what i’ve lost.”
“that’s not fair,” your voice is quiet, “you didn’t lose me, ren, you left me. it’s not the same thing.”
“i know,” his stomach sinks, “fuck, i–i wish i could turn back time. i wish i would have stayed. being without you all of these years, fuck, it’s been so lonely.”
“why are you telling me all this?” you ask. “you made your decision, and i’ve moved on,” the lie tastes bitter on your tongue, but you’re feeling conflicted, “what do you expect me to say?”
“i don’t– i don’t know…” he chest aches and his mind won’t slow, heart and sound reason pulling him in two different directions. “i was a fucking asshole to leave you back then, especially the way i did it. a stupid teenager with a stupid excuse,” he laughs deflated. “i needed to see what else was out there for me? what did that even mean?” he feels disgusted with himself. “i tried to move on, i really did. i slept with other girls, dated some of them, and none of it lasted, because all i kept thinking about is you.” you dare to look in his direction. “i haven’t stopped thinking about you– about us– since i left that day. i can’t stop imagining our apartment decorated with those cute little plants you love so much and painting the walls your favourite shade of red. i can’t stop picturing your beautiful eyes on our future child. i can’t let go of the fact it kills me to see you with someone that isn’t me.” something unnerving twists inside of your chest right then. “i love you. i never stopped. i need you.” your lips part slightly as you try to process his words. “please, i’m begging you to give me another chance. to show you that i’ve changed. to show you that i won’t walk out on you again.”
you want to believe him. you were both so young back then, of course he would change after all these years. “i… can’t trust you, ren,” you frown, “how do you expect me to do that after how badly you hurt me?”
“i know it won’t be easy and that it will take time,” he says softly, “but i swear to god i’ll make sure every moment with me feels worth it to you that you gave me a second chance.”
you sigh, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. to think. to breathe. to process. you look at him once they’re opened again. “okay,” you exhale, “one chance.”
his eyes light up. “you really mean that?”
you nod. “yes,” you swallow, “because it turns out i’m also a fool for still being in love with you, too.”
sae is aware of you two working things out together, not that it was really any of his business considering you two just hooked up. your relationship was nothing serious. but still, you felt like he deserved to know given you’d been casually sleeping together for a couple of months now.
kunigami uses every ounce of willpower to push down his jealousy– he didn’t want to slip up and lose you again. he had to understand that you in no way owed him anything, that you doing this was a gesture out of the love you still have for him when you could have just easily turned him down and built something with sae. that was still a looming threat in his mind, because you weren’t his yet. he hopes you will be, but that end result isn’t guaranteed. where things stand now, you belong more to sae than him.
things start off quiet and slow. easy. he takes you out for coffee on saturday mornings, and you chat about whatever is weighing on your minds at the time. usually, it ends up in you two venting about political matters, or sharing stupid memes. it was simple, fun, surface-level interactions.
but over time, things began to fall back into place, how things were before you broke up after high school graduation. you started allowing kunigami in more, both physically and emotionally. nothing too crazy, just hugs and cheek kisses before you’d part ways from spending time together. if you were stressed from work or something else in your personal life, you’d send him a text or call to rant about it.
he started inviting you over to his house once a week, of which he’d then cook you dinner and you’d either watch a film together with your own added commentary, or simply sit on the couch and chat about random topics.
it felt comfortingly like the days back in high school where you’d do your homework together after school, then hangout for a few hours before curfew. it was warm. good. safe. the only difference was you both had more life experience now to have harder conversations without excess angst. to not be afraid of any feelings that show up, no matter how big or small.
“ren,” you call him softly, head lying on his shoulder as you both sit on the couch; feeling nostalgic, you’d put on lion king, “i want to ask…” he tilts his head to look at you, offering his attention. “was there something i did back then that made you feel the need to leave? i know you said it was just a matter of you wanting to explore, and as i got older, i understood what you meant, but still. i always wondered if i had scared you away somehow…”
he chuckles lightly. “you could never scare me away, y/n. honestly, the constant pressure of my friends telling me high school relationships never last ate at me alive until i couldn’t take it anymore. i was afraid that they’d be right, that we wouldn’t make it. so i stopped it before it even had the chance to reach that point.”
your heart tugs in that moment, but rather than with frustration for the circumstances back then, it’s with sympathy. “so that’s why,” your mouth forms an o as you think over what he’s told you, “i get it now.”
“it still wasn’t fair to you,” he admits, “i always knew in my heart it didn’t feel right when i ended things, but… i was going insane and didn’t know what else to do.”
“if i were in your shoes, i think i would have done the same thing,” you say empathetically, “i’m grateful the people around me were never discouraging about our relationship, but i can only imagine what that felt like for you.”
“it fucking sucked,” he laughs depreciatively, “thank god i’m no longer friends with any of them. it took me all of college to figure out they were shitty people. so i cut them off.”
“i’m sorry you went through all of that.”
he shrugs. “i can’t really be mad, teenagers are stupid as fuck,” you laugh, “at the same time, though, there’s that part of me that continues to be hurt by them.”
“you’re only human,” you say, “maybe one day it won’t bother you anymore, but you’re under no obligation to forgive them.”
the rest of the night unfolds with deep conversations and opening your hearts to one another as you air out all of the things you wish you’d said all those years ago. you don’t even realize you’ve both fallen asleep until kunigami flinches and bumps your shoulder, causing you to wake. groggily, you open your eyes, slowly sitting back up straight. you peer over and see his head fallen back against the couch, arms crossed; he looks so peaceful, and the soft snores escaping his nose are adorable.
you’re cautious as you rise from the couch, careful not to wake him. you don’t get very far before you hear him call out to you.
“where are you going?” he hums sleepily, lifting his head. you turn and see his eyes are still half-closed, “i was comfortable sleeping like that.”
you giggle. “sorry, ren. i didn’t want to wake you. i needed some water, then i was going to go crash in your room so i wouldn’t bother you. i’m too tired to drive home.”
“you don’t want to sleep with me?” he pouts and it’s the cutest fucking thing you have ever seen in your life. “we can go to my room together, you know.”
your heart is racing. “do you think that’s a good idea?”
“i won’t try anything,” he promises, “not unless you want me to.”
your stomach twists for a moment. you may be half asleep still, but it doesn’t spare your brain from conjuring up images of him fucking you in his bed. “i–i– um,” you’re flustered as you try to decide what to do. you clear your throat, attempting to push the awkwardness away, “yeah, i guess that’s fine. would be more comfortable for the both of us, i think, instead of the couch.”
kunigami lets you borrow one of his large t-shirts to sleep in, and he’s tempted to rip it back off of you the second you enter the bedroom and he sees you in it.
you gently place your glass of water on the nightstand before slipping into the sheets beside him. he’s turned on his side, facing you, one arm buried beneath his pillow whilst the other lays out just a bit in front of his abdomen. he’s looking at you, just breathing in every second of this beautiful moment in time. you were here. with him. just as he’d been wishing for all these years. when your gaze meets his, he smiles and you blush, darting your eyes away from him.
he feels a little sly at that moment. “am i making you nervous?” he coos.
“yes,” you answer honestly, swallowing the lump in your throat. “we haven’t been this close in so long, i’m– i’m nervous, as you said.”
“i can turn the other way if you want,” he offers, though he doesn’t want to have to do that.
“no,” you rebuttal quickly, “you can stay how you are.”
he smiles. “okay.”
the room goes quiet. all you can hear is the thumping of your heart in your chest and your loud thoughts that want you to pull him close and kiss him hard on the mouth. god, you don’t remember your attraction being this strong back in the day. perhaps absence really does make the heart grow fonder. ten years is a long time to grow fondly of someone.
he’s looking at you and swears his heart’s about to stop. you up close, in his bed, tired eyes and cherry lips looking so kissable made him want to explode. you weren’t feeling much different, the knot in your stomach growing exponentially the more your gazes met. he looks so gentle, so full of affection for you, and with the shape of his arms and perfectly structured face tempting you to touch them, your heart is doing a thousand somersaults.
still, neither of you move.
until you gain the confidence to speak up. “ren,” you huff out a whisper. his heart leaps from the rasp in your tone. “i want… i want you. right now,” you confess.
he blinks at you a few times, trying to process what you had just told him. he thinks he’s hearing things, because he didn’t expect you to say that. he was fully expecting to keep his hands to himself the entire night. “you mean– you want to have sex?”
you let out a light snort with the way he asks you, almost sounding like a person who just learned what sex even was. “yes,” you smile, “i want to feel you close to me. make up for lost time.” he inhales sharply. “i need you, rensuke.”
he hasn’t heard you use his full first name for so long that he’s instantly hard. you bite your lip, noticing the tent hidden beneath the blanket. he follows your eyes down to his hips and sighs.
“fuck, sorry. i haven’t slept with anyone in, like, three years.”
you laugh, then scoot your body closer. “no need to apologize,” you say, “i haven’t fucked in a while, either.”
kunigami looks confused. “but, you and sae, i thought–”
your lips slightly part when you come to the realization. “i’m not gonna lie,” you chuckle, “being here with you made me completely forget about him.”
something flips in kunigami with those words. that fact that you forgot about someone you fucked less than a month ago just because you were in his presence? god, he could come just from that knowledge. either sae was easily forgettable, or kunigami was just that impressive.
now, he felt like he had something to prove.
you’re pinned beneath him, his searing kiss ripping the air right from your lungs as he slides his tongue into your mouth, lifting one of your legs around his waist. his warm, calloused fingers brush against your cheek and jaw as he sucks on your tongue, slowly thrusting his clothed core against yours. a small whimper escapes your throat as he sinks further into your body. he feels your hardened nipples poke him through the t-shirt and he moans into your mouth.
“shit,” he mutters, “already getting hard for me?”
“you make it sound like i have a dick,” you joke.
he bites down on your bottom lip as he chuckles in response and you release a whine. his hands slide up beneath your clothing, and he drags them across your erect nipples. he pinches and pulls at them playfully as he ruts into you again, catching your groan in his throat.
“feels good?” he thrums, slowly moving his head towards the lower half of your body. you nod. once he reaches the hem of the t-shirt, he pulls it up and over your head with his teeth, leaving you in nothing but your red lace panties. he sucks in a breath, eyes flickering over every inch of your beautiful body. “holy fuck,” he exhales, “you’re so goddamn beautiful.” his lips and tongue are all over your torso as his fingers gently loop around the bands of your underwear. he tugs them down and off of your ankles swiftly as his tongue swipes across your hipbone.
“f–fuck,” you huff, already clenching.
“i’ve barely done anything,” he laughs, though looking smug. “i guess sae really didn’t do it for you, huh?”
you roll your eyes, but admit that he’s right. “he wasn’t bad, just… average.”
“hm,” kunigami pursues his lips just as they hover over your exposed sex. “i can certainly be better than average.”
“oh, yeah?” you taunt, looking down at him. god, he looked so pretty like this, eyes glazed over like he has been waiting his entire life just to fucking taste you. “let’s see if your claim holds up, then.”
he blows a puff of air across your slick folds and you shiver. “challenge accepted.” his tongue flattens on your clit immediately and you cry, hands instantly flying to grip his hair. he’s messy with it, slurping sloppily as the sticky mix of his saliva and your arousal drips down his chin and your ass. you slowly thrust against his mouth, loud, panting breaths falling past your lips with each one. “mmmm’so sweet,” he hums into your folds, kitten-licking your sensitive nub. “needed this so bad. for years. needed you. f–fuck.”
he can sense you’re getting close, picking up his pace as you begin to ride his tongue pathetically, aching for release. “s–shit, ren,” you choke, “feels so fucking– ah, god– good, i’m so c– hic– close!”
he groans as his lips cup your clit over and over again, “can feel it, sweetheart,” shaking his head back and forth aggressively with small, calculated circles of his tongue. “let go for me.”
your chest is beginning to heave, toes curling, as he gives you one final lick to send you over the edge. “ah– fuck!” you scream, back arching as you decorate his pretty face with your cum. you’re shuddering against him, legs shaking as he swallows every drop, helping you ride out your high with steadily slowing sucks. he gently releases you with a pop, sitting up to remove his clothing whilst watching your trembling body come to still.
“was that good?” he checks in with you.
“so good,” you smile blissfully.
“i figured.” he teases.
you playfully hit him with a soft kick to his stomach and he laughs. “someone’s arrogant.”
“i think i have the right to be,” he purrs, positioning his body over you. fuck, he’s huge. the look in his eye is dangerous, like he’s preparing to completely devour you. he’s a lion and you’re his prey. “i just made you squirt and soak the damn sheets.” he leans down and kisses your lips delicately before sliding his tongue across them and your jaw. you whimper, “and i think what i plan to do next will also be proof enough.”
he grabs your ankles abruptly and repositions you, throwing your legs over his shoulders. you let out a small yelp as your body jerks forward.
his blown-out pupils search yours as he pumps himself a few times, spits in his hand, then rubs it into your folds. you gasp, eyelashes daring to flutter shut.
“you ready?” he asks, mushroom tip prodding teasingly at your entrance. you nod and bite your lip, and he wastes no time, sliding into your slick cunt with ease. uneven breaths spill from his mouth as he bottoms you out, your walls already tightening around him. “j–jesus,” he huffs, “are trying to make me come already?”
“no,” you laugh, eyes rolling backwards with an elated sigh as he starts to move. “mph’fuck!”
he’s slow at first, savouring this perfect moment, feeling every inch of your syrupy hole. the quiet smacks of his pelvis against your ass synchronizes with his grunts as he pistons into you. “god, you’re so fucking warm, baby,” he shudders, one hand squeezing your ankle whilst the other drops to grip your waist. “fuck, you feel incredible.”
“k–keep going,” you whine, head pressing back further into the pillows, “fuck, you’re so big.”
“mmm’sorry,” he gasps as you clench around him again and his cock twitches, “you’re doing great, baby, taking me so well.” he brings his hips up then slams them back down into you hard and deep. you cry out, nails digging into the sheets. “this pussy’s fucking made for me.”
he quickly becomes lost in how you feel, how beautiful you look underneath him as he gives you everything, sliding into you with so much love and passion. your limbs fall slack as his pace grows relentless, filthy sounds of skin against skin growing louder with each flick of his leaky length. his prominent vein glides across your sweet spot and you scream, body squirming along the mattress whilst his thick cock hits it over and over again.
“fuck, ren!” you mewl, jaw wide open, face twitching, “gonna– fucking hell, right there– ngh– come–”
“wait for me, baby,” he gasps, unable to hold himself back from being animalistic as your squelching pussy begins to wetten more and more with each unforgiving thrust. “you can wait for me, right?” he drops his hand from your ankle down to your neck, squeezing as his eyes roll violently. “fuck, fuck,” he growls, leaning forward to push your legs back even further, his creamy cock filling up every nook and crevice of your sweet, dripping hole, “can feel you so fucking deep, shit– i don’t wanna stop– fuck– but i–i can– barely hold on–,” his throat cracks into a raspy groan, “–too fucking good.”
“p–please,” you whimper, sliding your hand between your bodies to reach your clit, “need your cum, ren,” you beg, “need to come with you.”
“yeah, you want me to stuff this pretty fucking cunt full of my seed? that what my dirty girl needs?”
“god, yes– shit!” you choke as his tip kisses your cervix, “fuck, fill me up, baby, please fucking– ah, ah– give it to me!”
kunigami tightens his fingers around your throat as he shoves his cock deep into your tummy, ungodly moans and cries unbridledly escaping from your chests as you both let go, hot white ropes of milky, creamy cum stuffing you to the hilt as your sweet nectar pours out your hole. he lifts himself up enough to watch your releases drip out of you, him throwing his head back in ecstasy as he feels you squeeze his thick cock repeatedly whilst riding out your orgasm.
“fuck, gonna make me come again if you keep squeezing me like that,” he huffs, hips stuttering into you. “want me to fill you some more?”
“please, please,” you whine, sliding your sensitive hole along his length desperately, “n–need more. need more of your cum!”
his thighs shake violently as he releases again, short, ardent thrusts into your perfect hole being sure to fuck himself dry as bolts of electricity shoot through his veins. “jesus fucking christ,” he chokes, shaky breaths falling from his lips as he sends one final, deep thrust into your cunt before coming to a still.
he lets out a loud exhale as he collapses forward onto your chest, you carefully dropping your legs off of his shoulders. his arms slide underneath your back as he flips you both over, resting you on top of him. he still hasn’t pulled out, just wanting to feel your warm slick all over his cock.
you curl into him, hands sliding up to caress his head. “you feel okay?” you ask him.
“yeah,” he smiles, completely dazed. “you?”
you nod. “yeah.”
the next morning is quiet and comforting. kunigami’s back is turned towards you as you awake, sleepy eyes peering at capacious muscles spreading across his skin. you smile contentedly, shifting closer to wrap your arms around him. he shifts slightly, the cutest little hum escaping his mouth. your lips press against his shoulder, and he finally stirs awake. he lazily flips over to face you.
“morning,” he coos, without opening his eyes.
“morning,” you repeat, fingertips grazing his sides.
he smiles blissfully right before gently fluttering his lids. “want some breakfast?” he asks tiredly.
“you woke up three seconds ago.”
he chuckles, letting out a yawn with a big stretch. “but i want to make you something.”
you think for a moment. “pancakes?”
“didn’t take you for such a basic bitch,” he teases.
you tsk, nudging him with your arm. “i’ll just make my own breakfast, then.”
he laughs, squeezing you tighter against him before you have a chance to escape, burying his face into your hair that still smells vaguely of your floral shampoo.
when you two do eventually get out of bed, you prepare breakfast together, turning it into a joint affair. eating together is joyous, too, the conversations seemingly flowing effortlessly. truly, it’s as if you two were never apart in the first place.
“do you– do you want to be my girlfriend?” kunigami asks, taking a sip of his orange juice. “i don’t know if a month of us hanging out casually is enough to convince you i’ve changed, but,” he sighs, “i can’t help how i feel. i love you so much and i never want to be without you again.”
your smile is warm and reassuring. “yeah,” you say, “i’d like that.” you stand up from the chair across from where he’s seated and shuffle over to him. you place a sweet kiss on his cheek and whisper, “i love you, rensuke. i never stopped, either.”
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