his voice reverberated against your whimpers, possessing a soft lilt to his husky tone. his lips ran its course on your pussy. not even eating you out, just a damn tease.
his lower lip dragged itself, tracing your flushed folds. your wetness smeared on his lips. he pressed the gentlest, firmest kiss on to your throbbing cunt.
your hips lifted, just a little to meet with his mouth again but all he did was let out a chuckle at your desperation. “now, now, let’s be patient, alright?”
“spread your legs a bit more. can you do that for me, baby?” he blew a cold gush of soft air directly on to your clit, making you gasp, complying instinctively with his request.
he straightened himself up, away from your pussy, and tugged his trousers down— unveiling his thick, robust and undeniably hard of a cock, smeared with pre-cum on the pinkish tip.
prominent veins decorated his cock. the entirety of it was bruised a regal shade of purple and blue, purely from restraint, agony of not penetrating the pretty hole.
one hand of his wrapped itself around the base, slowly jerking it up and down sensually, coating his girth with the pre-cum from his. his other hand had adjusted his hair, pushing the wet strands of hair back. “look at me, baby. see what you do to me, sweetheart?”
“you’ve got your man so damn fucked, huh. doesn’t happen that often” you could truly see it, his face flushed, crimson injecting itself in to him, as blood was coursing to his head with profuse intensity.
his canine bit into his lower lip as he slightly lowered himself to you, a spread of his torrid tempered hand lay on your red marked thighs while his knees pressed on to the mattress’ softness.
the tip of his cock maliciously kissed your ready hole, only a little, not entering like you had desired for. his hold on his cock tightened as he vehemently guided it up and down your raw pussy.
your juices coated his length as his tip steered through your cunt, drenching on the mess, thrusting between your folds.
one hand of his had pinned your thigh around his waist while the other was too lascivious, shamelessly spread your pussy lips apart with his thumb and index fingers. “hm, yeah, look at her. so wet for my cock. yeah, makes so much sense, doesn’t it baby?” he raises one of his eyebrows while a smirk graces his wintry face. “so damn wet for me. nothing new though”
he was so egotistical, especially now seeing the condition you were in. cheeks burning with an impaling desire, mouth parted to whine and moan, cunt wet enough to completely deep throat him.
his cock, still idly dousing itself with your wetness in a cadenced pattern, a rhythm curated by him only. one that had a burning contact of skin on skin but deprived you of pleasure.
and as if he couldn’t get any more cocky— he slowly dragged his meat from your succulent hole to your lonely clitorus bud as he repeatedly slapped it, then, slowly nudged on it. the slit of his tip incessantly nudging around your clit had you instantaneously moaning his name in stutters. “i know, the dick’s too good huh?”
he was stimulating your pussy so well. consistently dragging the head of his cock between your labia, arrogantly chuckling every time you moaned in dire need. “fuck yeah, want me so bad don’t you? of course you do. why wouldn’t you?”
he had mockingly put it inside but slipped out of quick, a fake pout formed on his face. “shit– oops sorry, can’t put it in, cutie. it’s too big for you. what should we do? hm?” he feigned a sad look while teasing your entrance. how annoying.
“g-god, you’re so full of yourself” you, somehow, muttered through your gritted teeth which had earned a chuckle from him.
but it's not his fault, okay? eating your pussy just shuts his brain off. like his whole fucking body just relax. it's the only time he's not thinking about shit. just warmth and wet and you.
and he's down there for hours so yeah he gets sleepy. your thighs are so soft around his head he can't hear anything outside them. just the wet little sounds and your breathing. your smell is all over his face and he loves it. loves sucking your clit slow and lazy, tongue flat and heavy. groaning into you just to feel you shake.
he already made you cum twice. he's on his knees on the floor, face pressed into you so deep his nose is smushed against your pubic bone, drool and your slick all down his chin. you're gripping his hair tight, grinding down on his mouth.
fuck you're so close.
right there right there right there—
his tongue slows.
his jaw goes slack.
huh?
he fell asleep already.
mouth still open. lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking weakly. letting out soft little snores.
it's okay. you already got permission. he said you can use his face to get off if he ever fall asleep.
so just grab his hair and ride his face until you cum. use his nose, his tongue, whatever. he's out cold. won't wake up until you're shaking.
Defending Rin from Sae at a family reunion // fluff, suggestive
Sae x F!reader
Family reunions are complicated for most people. The Itoshis weren’t an exception, as everyone knows.
You love Sae’s family, even if your boyfriend has a difficult relationship with every member, but family reunions with them are one of your least favorite things.
Not really because of his parents, who have put way too much pressure on Sae from a very young age or because of Rin, no.
You’re embarrassed how your boyfriend behaves around his little brother. Even after years of not talking to each other frequently, Sae still doesn’t understand that Rin is seriously hurt from his actions and keeps on nagging him, in this cold, autistic Sae-way.
It’s been getting on your nerves since a long while but every time you wanted to talk to Sae about it, he didn’t take you seriously.
‘Rin’s just a teenage mess’,
‘He’ll come to his senses when he turns eighteen’,
‘His hormonal changes are none of my business and whatever emotions he feels aren’t either,’ were usually the explanation for Rin’s homicidal tendencies.
This year for Rin’s birthday, you just couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
After hours and hours of Rin and Sae spitting insults at each other over dinner or extremely uncomfortable silence, you pull Sae into his old childhood bedroom.
The door bangs behind you two, your hand on his collar, pulling him down to you. “Listen up, you trash can of a brother; if you don’t stop being a giant dick to your little brother, I’m gonna put you on a 12 month sex ban. I’m sick and tired of you hurting a child, that obviously idolizes you. You’re an adult and you have to act like one.”
You look and are furious. Seeing Rin getting hurt really does something to you, maybe it’s your maternal instinct, maybe you’re just siding with Rin because you are also frequently a victim of Sae’s untreated stupidness.
Sae is pressed against the wall, your finger in his face, your hand still on his collar.
You expected him to be his usual nonchalant, cold self, but he’s…different. His eyes are big and he looks at you with a mix of anger, awe and…need?
Now that you got your anger out, you realize how close you are and that something hard presses against you…
What a pathetic excuse of a man.
a/n: english isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
n: yes, this is projection. yes, i would defend rin.
if you were to poke and prod at isagi yoichi’s being, you’d find a routine he held close to his heart—and his legs. (18+)
every night, before a game, isagi religiously comes over to your place with a smile and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, as well as… a box of condoms.
you lie down on the soft mattress as isagi finds himself in between your thighs, kissing your legs as if it were his life’s one true purpose.
“always so pretty, baby,” he whispers, taking his time, “you know what you do to me?”
deep blue eyes lock onto yours as you bite your lip in a bashful pretense.
“i don’t, actually,” you answer, “why don’t you tell me?” you tilt your head to the side, curling a strand of your hair in a teasing manner.
isagi scoffs as he presses one last kiss against your thigh, “oh i’ll do more than tell you,” he grins.
within a matter of seconds, isagi finds himself nose-deep in between your legs, kissing and licking to his heart’s content as you arch against the bed, nails clawing at his head as he eats like a man starved.
“mmpgh… mhh…” he groans against you, the vibrations spreading throughout your core as you moan uncontrollably.
“yoi—! fuuuck…” you cry, throwing your head back as his fingers join his tongue, teasing and rubbing all over you.
“do it all for this pussy, baby,” he says, pulling back for a second, taking in the sight before him.
isagi makes eye contact with you as you gulp, his nose pressing up against your clit, and you can practically feel his grin as he softly nuzzles against you, “d’ya know that? hm? that this pussy’s my lucky charm?”
you all but thrash against his hold as he continues his meal, his palms against your hips pinning you down on the bedding as you try to escape.
“every time i see her, it’s like… mmph—! fucking golden… maybe i should get a lotto ticket next time, huh?”
isagi dives back down to your pussy, but not before spitting a nasty glob of saliva as you mewl.
“she just… keeps calling for me, doesn’t she, baby?” he says, lapping at you like you’re ice cream on a warm, sunny sunday morning, “just aching for me, hm?”
"You think this is a joke?" Michael rasped, his voice dripping with a dangerous, quiet venom as his grip locked onto your waist, yanking your ass flush against his sweat damp abs.
His knuckles were white under that dark ink tattoo, his pulse hammering wildly against his ribcage. "You stand there in front of the whole team, laughing with Isagi, pushing my fucking buttons just to get a reaction out of me?"
He leaned down, his teeth lightly skimming the sensitive skin of your shoulder..
"I've let you play your little psychological games for a year because I thought it was cute," he hissed against your skin, his pale blue eyes burning into your arched back with a dark intensity. "But don't you ever forget who you belong to. She certainly knows it, right, süße?..."
He looked down at where your bodies were lewdly joined together, your poor, tight little cunt squelching loudly and creaming slick arousal that began to froth onto his huge shaft from the pace and intensity of his thrusts.
You sobbed loudly, slurring over incoherent words, face ruined by the mascara running down your cheeks and you pushed back against him, taking his whole fucking dick deeper into your pussy, hugging it tightly despite the burning stretch-
Michael's head fell back the second you took him, your tight, clenching heat swallowing his cock whole, and a raw, broken groan tore from his chest.
Fuck. You were always so tight for him like this, like your body was made only to take every inch of Kaiser.
And now... Now you were bouncing on it
Despite the pain flashing across your face, the way tears and drool smeared against the locker as you gasped and screamed his name over and over, you still pushed back harder into each brutal thrust.
Your plump ass jiggled wildly with every slap against his hips, that obscene smack-smack-smack echoing off the walls like a filthy symphony
He couldn't think straight anymore-
Every time you slammed back onto him, his pelvis snapped forward to meet you halfway, driving himself even deeper until the wet slap of skin-on-skin was deafening
The locker rattled violently with each impact. Sweat glistened on both your bodies now, his from exertion and rage-fueled lust, yours from tears and pleasure-pain mixed together in a dizzy haze.
And he watched it all-
Watched the way your body jolted every time he bottomed out inside you. Watched drool string from your lips to the cold metal as tears rolled down flushed cheeks. Saw how desperately clingy it all was- the love.. The need... The addiction.. It all wrecked him
"M-MICHAEL!!" you screamed as his fat cockhead finally bumped, meanly, into your g spot, making your eyes roll back and your tummy churn with intensified pleasure, your nails screeching against the locker as you frantically grabbed at anything you could--
Every time his tip slammed into that sweet spot inside you, you clenched around him like a vice, pulsing with wet heat as more arousal soaked both of you. His throbbing shaft glistened under the harsh fluorescent lights from how slick you'd become for him
That frothy mess coating his length only spurred him on harder.
"You're soooo fucking loud," Michael growled against your ear, taunting you, before biting down on it roughly as he started pounding into you with even more force.
"T-too much!" You cried out, sobbing and whining, your back arching painfully now-
And he ignored it all, he didnt care, he was too far gone--
Kaiser was fucking lost.
Lost in the heat of you. Lost in how perfectly you took him. Lost in the sound of his name tearing from your throat like a broken hymn.
His hands slid up to grip both sides of your ribcage, fingers splaying possessively over soft flesh as he kept fucking into you with relentless precision- each thrust deeper than the last because this new position let him hit that spot inside even harder.
The slap-slap-slap echoed louder now, mixed with wet squelches and choked sobs spilling out between cries for god or mercy or more- he couldn't tell anymore.
He shifted, hunching over you with one hand catching yours on the cold locker with a loud thud, fingers trembling over your own weak ones, his other hand snaking around you to search for... fuck--
The second Michael's fingers found your swollen neglected clit- calloused and demanding- you shattered
A high-pitched wail tore from your throat as his rough fingertips circled that oversensitive bud with deliberate pressure. It was too much. Too intense after being ignored while he pounded into you like a man possessed
Your legs gave out instantly if not for the locker keeping you upright, back bowing even more painfully as pleasure exploded through every nerve in waves of white-hot ecstasy
"Fuck! MICHAEL-!!"
"Shut it!" He snarled out, grunting loudly as he stopped even pulling out anymore- only pushing in, in, in- deeper, more, harder, bruising your cervix with his splitting tip--
"Holy fuckkk-" his knees buckled under the intensity of his orgasm, burying his cock balls deep inside and erupting with overflowing hot cum, his forehead falling in between your shoulder blades, letting out ragged breaths and occasional choking gasps as his balls tightened up to spill all his load inside you-
"That blue-haired idiot better have heard it all..." Kaiser whispered, his hips giving one last lazy grind forward to feel himself still nestled so perfectly inside, thick cum slowly leaking out around where you were joined... falling to the tiled floors messily
The low hum of the television was the only sound filling Yoichi’s bedroom. You sighed, shifting your weight against the pillows at the very edge of the bed.
This was supposed to be a date night, but instead, you were sharing the mattress with your boyfriend Isagi who was only paying attention to the television watching an opposing team’s game.
Yoichi was completely locked in. His eyes were wide, tracking every movement on the screen as he aggressively muttered to himself under his breath.
"If the center-back shifts left... then the blind spot opens here. Their midfielder is the…key….”
You looked over at him, a mix of fondness and genuine concern swirling in your chest.
You were still in the early, butterflies-in-your-stomach stage of the relationship, and the both of you weren’t in the comfortability stage yet.
(like not comfortable in a sense seeing your partner be in the bathroom while you brush your teeth or even farting….)
and you wanted to be supportive person to Yoichi, But looking down at your phone, you couldn't help but feel a little left out.
He had a whole human being right here next to him, but the football game seemed a lot more interesting than hanging out.
‘Whatever’, you thought, scrolling mindlessly through your feed to pass the time.
Then, cutting through Yoichi’s monologue, a sharp, echoing squeak broke the silence of the room.
Pfrrrt! Puuft!
The television kept playing, but Yoichi froze instantly. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you. Within three seconds, his face flushed a shade of red that rivaled a tomato.
“I—that was...!” Yoichi stammered, as he practically scrambled backward. “That was just my feet! I swear!“
He was completely panicking, desperate to convince you that he wasn't disgusting, his hands flying up in a frantic defense.
You stared at him for a second, taking in his wide, terrified eyes and bright red face, before a giggle slipped out.
Within moments, you were laughing softly, the tension completely draining from the room.
“Yoichi, it's okay,” you smiled, setting your phone down and finally getting his full attention. “You don't have to make up an excuse. It's totally fine.”
He let out a shaky, embarrassed breath, rubbing the back of his neck as his blush finally started to fade. “You're... you're not grossed out?”
“Not at all,” you laughed, patting the space next to you. “But since that broke your attention, do you think you can pause the 'football' for a second and actually talk to your partner…please?”
“Mhm sorry...,” he mumbled softly, nodding his head. With a quick click of the remote, the TV screen went black, plunging the room into a much cozier darkness. Yoichi tossed the remote aside and slowly crawled over the blankets toward you.
He looked so incredibly flustered, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck the moment he reached you, effectively hiding his red face from your view.
His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. He was warm, and you could feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat against your ribs—partly from the sheer embarrassment of what had just happened.
“You're too nice to me,” he mumbled into your shoulder, his voice muffled but filled with relief. You just smiled, wrapping your arms around him and resting your chin on his soft hair, perfectly content now that you finally had his full attention.
･ ༝ ･ Shindou Ryusei
The comfort level between you and Shidou was very comfortable….Most couples had a “honeymoon phase” where they pretended their bodies didn't make noise, that they didn’t have loud, quiet, smelly farts or the fact that they even peed or pooped.
But the both of you just skipped right past that phase you were supposed to overcome..
Walking into the bathroom while the other person was taking a dump? The both of you didn't give a single fuck.
Passing each other in the hallway or the kitchen counter only to drop a drive-by fart right in the other’s space? That was the regular behavior.
He’d do it to you, you’d do it to him, and one time in a crowded convenience store, he’d let out a massive rip, looked at you with sheer, theatrical horror, and gasped, “Babe, in public?!” completely pinning the blame on you while the cashier judged you.
It was smelly too…
You usually took it in stride, but tonight was different. Tonight, Shidou had eaten something you told him not to eat too much off…but the dude just ate it okay…like who are you to tell him no when it comes to food.
You were both lounging on the couch, the TV playing something in the background, when Shidou shifted his weight. It started with a low, vibrating rumble that shook the couch cushions. Then came the sound—an absolute, ungodly explosion that sounded like a motorcycle engine failing a safety inspection.
It was, without a doubt, the loudest fart and soon to be the deadliest one you had ever experienced in your life.
“Holy shit, Shidou!”you choked out, pressing your shirt over your nose as you scrambled to the opposite end of the couch.
And Shidou just kept laughing…then seconds later, the actual air arrived. It wasn't just a regular smell, you know how stinky the farts could be but this one…this one was new…
It smelled like fermented garbage, rotten eggs, and whatever mix he’d consumed earlier, all compressed into a cloud that was funky and suffocating you.
Your eyes genuinely began to water. Trying to cover your nose with your shirt.
Shidou threw his head back against the couch cushions and burst into an unhinged, booming laugh, completely proud of the devastation he had just caused.
“Did you feel that one?!” he cackled, kicking his legs out in pure delight. He looked over at your watering eyes and your shirt pulled up to your eyebrows, his grin widening and had the audacity to sniff it and realize that his fart was nasty making him jump and go away making you follow him and glaring at him. The both of you suffering from that fart.
“Whoa, wait—babe! don't look at me like I'm a criminal! You blasted me in the kitchen this morning!”
“That was a squeak!” you gasped out, your voice muffled through the fabric of your shirt as you aggressively fanned the air away from your face. “This one smells like shit and I am literally going to pass out, Ryusei, open a window!”
“What the fuck did you even eat!” You screamed at him still smelling that god for awful stench.
“It’s okay babe!” he yelled back, completely unbothered by his own stench as he reached over, grabbing your waist to yank you back into his side. “Come back here, don't run away from meee!”
“Get away from me!” you shrieked trying to jerk away his hands that were now grabbing you by the waist.
･ ༝ ･ Barou Shoei
Right now, Barou was in full-blown lecture mode. He was looming over the bed, yelling at you with enough passion to rival a drill sergeant.
Honestly, you considered yourself a pretty clean person, but Barou took it to an entirely different, terrifying level. He constantly reminded you of your mom, nagging you about every single invisible dust speck or dirt smudge.
“How many times do I have to tell you?!” Barou roared, pointing a dramatic, accusing finger at the mattress. “The bed is for sleeping, not for dining! Look at this! Look at what you've done!"
You squinted. Right there, in the exact center of his perfectly smoothed, pristine bedsheets, sat a single, microscopic chip crumb.
“It's literally one crumb, Shoei—“
“A crumb leads to ants! Ants lead to chaos! I will not live in filth!”
Grumbling under his breath about your lack of discipline, Barou aggressively bent over, locking his knees and throwing his upper body forward to carefully pinch the offending crumb off the sheets.
But then suddenly the movement put a bit too much tension on his core.
Pfft. Pffffft!
A little squeak echoed the room cut right through his angry tirade.
‘Oopsies, he let one rip!’ The bedroom went dead silent. The only sound left was the distant hum of the traffic outside the apartment.
Barou froze mid-pinch. His hand remained hovering a millimeter above the sheet.
Barou soul visibly left his body, and for a solid three seconds, he held in his breath…he didn’t look up at you no..he already knows what your face would look like…
The angry veins on his forehead popped, Slowly, his un-gelled, beautifully hair swayed as he stood back up.
He refused to make eye contact with you, staring intently at the wall behind your head as a deep, pinkish flush crept up his neck and flooded his entire face while he closed his eyes praying you won’t tease him.
“Forget you heard that,” Barou commanded, his voice dropping to a rigid, strained whisper as he tried to maintain his dignity.
‘Boi what dignity…’
You bit your inside lip, your cheeks puffing up as you desperately tried to hold back a laugh. “Did you just—”
“It was nothing!” he barked, finally snapping his eyes to yours, his face completely burning.
“Right, right, ‘it was nothing’,” you choked out, mocking him while letting a giggle slip. “So, about that crumb...”
“The crumb is irrelevant!” Barou yelled, completely defeated as he grabbed his pillow and threw it over his blushing face.
You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore. Seeing him completely reduced to a blushing mess with a pillow over his face was simply too cute to handle.
You crawled across the bed sheets, sliding your arms around his stiff waist and pulling his dramatic self into a tight hug.
He tensed up at first, his entire body rigid with leftover embarrassment, but you didn't let go. You nudged the pillow aside just enough to expose his burning cheek and pressed a warm, lingering kiss right against his skin.
“Get off me,”he mumbled, though the growl lacked any real bite. He didn't actually push you away; in fact, his hands slowly came down to rest on your hips, keeping you close.
“Nope,”you smiled, leaning up to plant another soft kiss on his lips, effectively cutting off whatever rambling he was about to start up again.
Barou let out a long, sigh, and let his broad shoulders finally relaxing into the embrace.
His hair brushed against your face as he hid his nose in your shoulder, wrapping his arms securely around you.
“You're a pain in the ass,” he muttered quietly, his voice finally losing its strained edge.
“Yeah, but I'm your pain in the ass,” you teased, rubbing his back… “let one out again”
“Shut up, I’m not a baby.”
･ ༝ ･ Nagi Seishero
The weight of Nagi’s head was heavy and warm against your thighs. He uses you as a pillow and no matter how much you try to tug or push him away he is just soo heavy that you end up giving up and letting him stay.
He was completely curled up on your lap, his long legs tucked onto the end of the bed while his thumbs flew across his switch
He was entirely locked into his game, his breathing slow and even.
You gently ran your fingers through his soft, white hair, a small smile on your face. He really did look like a giant seal when he was relaxed like this.
Looking for a better angle to beat his high score, Nagi shifted his weight. He rolled over slightly, pressing his head deeper into your lap and burying his face against your stomach to get comfier.
Poof. Pffft!
A tiny, remarkably soft little noise escaped into the quiet bedroom room.
Making you freeze and your hand stopped mid-pet in his hair.
Nagi, however, didn't even pause his game. His thumbs kept tapping furiously against the glass screen.
He just slowly tilted his head back, looking straight up at you with those huge, completely blank gray eyes.
There wasn't a single shred of embarrassment on his face. He was entirely unbothered by the betrayal of his own body.
You stared down at him, completely dumbfounded by his lack of shame. “Nagi... did you just—”
“Ah... oopsie,” Nagi murmured, his voice a flat, sleepy monotone. “My tummy made a noise.”
“Reo usually fans the air for me when that happens,” he interrupted softly, blinking slowly like a spoiled prince.
He adjusted his switch in his hands, completely serious. “Can you do it?”
You let out a massive, defeated sigh, rolling your eyes as you rested your head against the back of the couch. God, I am genuinely the 'other person' in this relationship, you thought to yourself.
You could practically see Reo in your mind's eye, running around with a fan, frantically clearing the air while apologizing to his precious genius. Damn that rich boy for pampering this man into absolute helplessness.
“I am not fanning the air for you, Nagi Seishiro,” you said, swatting his shoulder playfully.
“Eh? Why not?” Nagi whined softly, letting his phone drop onto his chest for a split second.
He pouted, looking up at you with the most pathetic, puppy-dog eyes he could manage. “It's a hassle to move... my legs are numb. If you don't fan it, we're both going to suffer.”
“You're the one who farted, you deal with it!” you laughed and grabbed a nearby throw pillow and gently pressing it over his face to block him out.
“Mph... so cruel...” his muffled voice came from beneath the pillow. He didn't even try to fight it off, just instantly accepting his fate and letting his body go limp against your lap.
“Fine... then I'll just sleep under here.”
You couldn't help but chuckle, pulling the pillow back just enough to see his messy white hair and sleepy eyes.
He immediately looked up at you, a tiny, rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he nestled his head right back into your thighs, completely content to stay exactly where he was
Nagi didn’t even bother picking his switch back up. The device slipped out of his hands, clattering softly onto the bed as his long eyelashes fluttered shut.
“Hey, don't just go to sleep,” you murmured, though your voice lacked any real authority. You gently tapped his cheek.
“Mmm... too tired...”Nagi mumbled, his voice trailing off into a sleepy slur. He shifted his weight one last time, turning his face inward to bury his nose directly against your stomach.
His long arms reached up, wrapping loosely around your waist like a giant sloth locking onto a tree branch. “You're warm. It's a hassle to think...right…now”
You let out a soft huff, but the irritation completely melted away. you brought your hand back to his head, gently weaving your fingers through his ridiculously soft white hair.
Within minutes, his breathing slowed down into a deep slumber . With the soft rises and falling of his chest against your stomach where he pressed his face against you.
You leaned your head back against the pillow cushions, continuing to stroke his hair as you looked down at his serene, sleeping face.
･ ༝ ･ Rin Itoshi
The upscale restaurant was completely wasted on your brooding boyfriend. Rin had practically dragged you here just to sit across from you, arms crossed, and not seeming to enjoy the “date.”
When it was HIS idea to bring you here in the first place. You sighed, cutting into your expensive meal that barely had taste nor flavor while he just picked at his food, looking out the window with a permanent scowl.
“Rin, if you hate it here so much, why did we even come?” you asked, leaning your chin on your hand.
He didn't answer right away.“thought it would be good food but it’s just disgusting and bland” then he put his tongue out a little habit of his.
You were so dead with this dinner date with him “we should just go no?”
Before he couldn’t respond Rin took a deep inhale, then his lower half released a sudden, high-tension thump against the leather booth seat.
Pft! Pfft!
It wasn't a loud explosion; instead, it morphed into the slowest, highest-pitched, most absurdly cutesy little squeeeeeak you had ever heard.
It sounded like a ballon being squeezed very, very slowly running out of air.
Rin’s left eye twitched violently. WHile you dropped your silver ware, mouth agape.
Rin’s face that was usually all tense suddenly cracked from the embarrassment.
He slammed his eyes open, glaring at you when he heard you giggle. Your boyfriend just farted at a high end restaurant in-front of many people who was looking where the sound of someone farting came from.
“Shut up,” he hissed, he leaned over the table to intimidate you. “Don't look at me, we are leaving. Right now”
You pressed both hands over your mouth, your shoulders shaking violently. Your face was turning red from the sheer physical strain of trying to hold in your laughter and giggling the cutesy squeak from the great Rin Itoshi was the funniest thing that had ever happened to you.
“Rin—”a tiny, muffled giggle escaped your lips. “That’s so’ —I can’t” you kept on laughing.
“Do not laugh,” he commanded, his eye twitching again while a flush of blush appeared. He looked away aggressively, clicking his tongue and crossing his arms so tightly
“Die,” he muttered under his breath, hiding the lower half of his bright red face behind his high collar, though he didn't actually get up to leave—silently accepting his defeat as long as you kept smiling…I guess it’ll be fine.
･ ༝ ･ Vivian hugo
The comfort of a lazy afternoon had brought you and Vivian Hugo. He was completely dead weight, draped over your body like a heavy dog that was burying you under all of its fur.
While it started out cozy, “awh so sweet all couples do this moments” but his sheer muscle mass was starting to cut off your circulation.
“ Vivi... you're too heavy,”you wheezed, placing both hands against his broad chest. “Move a little. I can't breathe.”
“Please let me stay mon chou chou ,” Vivian murmured elegantly, his eyes closed as he rested his chin in the crook of your neck.
Genuinely needing some space, you gathered your strength and gave him a sudden, aggressive shove. The unexpected force caught him completely off guard, jolting his core as he tumbled slightly off your side.
Pfft. Pfrrrt!
A clear little squeaker cut right through the atmosphere of the both of you play fighting
Vivian froze.
You see it wouldn’t be a problem people fart but this one had a funky smell to it..
Then vivian broke the silence by coughing,
“I’m sorry..” he muttered, thinking that he had done something wrong and that it was really bad and how silent you were he felt really guilty till you grabbed the heavy duvet with both hands, flung it up, and completely draped the blanket over his head—trapping him in a makeshift tent.
Through the thick duvet, a loud, unstoppable burst of laughter erupted from your side of the bed. You were laughing so hard you were practically wheezing, clutching your stomach as you rolled around on the mattress.
“Hey! Ma cherie!,” Vivian’s muffled voice called out from beneath the duvet. He aggressively fought against the heavy fabric, thrashing around like a trapped cat until his head finally popped out of the blankets and then pulled you again crawling on top of you again putting his dead weight.
“Ah! Vivian, no! You're heavy!” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders anyway, pulling him close as the two of you dissolved into a messy, comfortable heap of blankets and giggles.
･ ༝ ･ Sae Itoshi
You and Sae were out together, enjoying a rare day off from his grueling training and media schedule. He had insisted on taking you on a shopping date, eager to spoil you after weeks of separation, and the two of you were currently winding down in a little, upscale cafe.
Currently, it was entirely too quiet, since it still wasn’t peak lunch hours. The atmosphere was intimate, filled only with the soft hum of the refrigerator and the gentle clinking of porcelain.
Sae sat across from you in the plush leather booth, looking completely unbothered by the rest of the world. He was just sitting there so beautifully, slowly sipping his hot tea. While he was mid-sentence, talking about the endless, tedious interviews that he had to do and softly admitting how much he missed you, the peaceful ambiance shattered.
Sae's posture suddenly tensed. His shoulders locked up rigid.
Squeeeak.
A faint, but undeniably sharp, high-pitched squeak escaped from his side of the booth.
In a crowded, noisy stadium, it wouldn't have mattered. It would have been swallowed by the roar of thousands of fans. But in this quiet cafe? It was deafening….
The older couple at the table next to you paused their conversation mid-word. The barista wiping down the espresso machine stopped moving entirely, rag hovering over the metal.
People definitely heard it. All of them. We heard him fart.
Sae froze mid-sip. His teacup remained hovering exactly two inches from his lips, suspended in mid-air. His usual deadpan expression didn't change at all, remaining as stoic as a marble statue, but a tiny, deep red flush instantly crept up the very tips of his ears.
Slowly,he lowered the teacup back to its saucer with a tiny, clink.
He stared you down , his sharp teal eyes locked onto yours, trying to use his sheer, overwhelming aura to intimidate you into pretending it never happened.
You stared back, your lips twitching violently. You knew Sae. Behind closed doors, the two of you were comfortable enough that a little slip-up wouldn't matter—he’d let one go around you at home without a care in the world, completely relaxed.
But the fact that he had just suffered a public betrayal, right here in this pretentious, silent cafe, was simply too much to handle.
A loud laugh burst out of your mouth, shattering the tense silence of the room.
“I did not know you had guts like this, Sae,” you giggled, covering your mouth with both hands as the older couple next to you quickly looked away, suddenly fascinated by their pastries.
“Shut your mouth,” Sae hissed. He leaned across the table, his eyes narrowing to sharp slits as the stubborn blush deepened, betraying his calm facade.
“Everyone heard it. Look, the barista is literally trying not to look at us,” you wheezed, wiping a stray tear from your eye as your shoulders shook.
Sae glare intensified, burning a hole right through you, though the vibrant pink flush was now spreading down his jawline and disappearing into the collar of his shirt.
He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, trapped between his fiercely guarded pride and the hilarious reality of the situation. If looks could kill, you would have been vaporized on the spot.
He reached out, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist with just enough firm pressure to stop your giggling, though his thumb brushed against your skin in a subconscious, habitual caress.
“One more word,” he threatened, his voice a low, gravelly vibration, "and I am leaving you here with the bill."
“Oh, come on, Sae,” you cooed softly, deliberately using the teasing suffix just to watch his eye twitch. “Don't be like that.”
After that embarrassing moment and you insisting to stay since you were still eating, Sae had to suck it up and in a fee moments everyone seemed to forget he let one rip.
The moment the cafe door chimed shut behind you and the cool humid afternoon air hit your faces, Sae finally let out a long, defeated breath. He didn't let go of your hand, though
Sae pulled you into the crowded safety of the sidewalk, weaving through the shoppers until you were surrounded by the comfortable noise of the city.
He stopped by a store window, finally looking down at you. The flush was still painting his cheeks, but the terrifying glare had softened into a familiar, exasperated pout.
“You are completely insufferable,” he muttered, pulling his scarf up to hide the lower half of his face. But as he looked away, you caught the faint, reluctant crinkle at the corners of his eyes.
You smiled, stepping closer to wrap your arm through his, leaning heavily against his side. “But you missed your wonderful partner” you teased.
Sae let out a quiet huff, his grip tightening securely around your hand as he started walking again, guiding you toward the stores. “Yeah. Unfortunately for me, I did.”
･ ༝ ･ Meguru Bachira
Meguru Bachira was currently rolled up in a ball on your bedroom rug, completely surrounded by a small army of your stuffed animals. He had barged into your apartment earlier without warning, loudly claiming he just missed you too much to stay away.
Within minutes of arriving, he had kicked off his shoes and shed his shirt. You didn't even mind—this was completely normal to you, and seeing him shirtless around your place was just a regular thing in the relationship.
He had a giant, plush seal tucked firmly under his chin, his yellow-streaked hair sticking up in every direction as he babbled enthusiastically about the “monster” inside him.
“And then, boom! The monster told me to pass right through the defense like woosh!” Bachira cheered, throwing his arms out to demonstrate the movement. “I wish you were there,”he sighed, a dramatic pout forming on his lips.
But his sudden, dramatic twist of his torso put a little too much pressure on his stomach.
Pffft-squeak. Prffft! Pfffrt!
A loud, distinct noise cut right through his ramblings.
Bachira froze mid-gesture. For a solid two seconds, his big, bright eyes blinked in total confusion. He didn't look terrified or ashamed instead, his face slowly flushed a cute, rosy pink.
Then, a massive, mischievous grin broke out across his face as he looked down at the plush seal in his arms.
“Whoa... oopsie!” Bachira gasped, lifting the stuffed animal up to eye level and shaking it gently. “Did you hear that, babe? Your seal just let out a huge one! Bad seal!”
You burst out laughing, leaning over the edge of the bed to look down at him. “Meguru, the seal didn't do that, you did!”
“Ehhh?! No way, it was definitely the monster!”Bachira joked , rolling over onto his back and kicking his legs in the air, completely unbothered by his own lack of shame.
“Well your monster needs to eat something to digest it out,” you teased, grabbing a pillow and tossing it right onto his stomach.
“Oof!” Bachira wheezed playfully, hugging the pillow tightly against his chest alongside the seal.
Before you could answer, he scrambled to his feet, abandoning his stuffed animal army on the floor.
He lunged toward the bed, landing face-first right next to you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you into a goofy, shirtless bear hug.
“Let's go get burgers!” he exclaimed into your shoulder, shaking you back and forth.
You chuckled, running a hand through his messy, yellow-streaked hair. “Fine, fine. You’ll be paying though…I’m a bit broke right now…”
The charismatic Bunny took a time to get comfortable around you to fart, but in like two months of the relationship he had to shame.
For example, the two of you would be enjoying a nice, warm shower together, the heavy steam filling the glass.
You’d be leaning against his chest under the cascading hot water, completely relaxed and listening to him hum a song, when suddenly a muffled, underwater-sounding thump would echo up from the drain.
Because of the steam and the tightly confined space, the release would instantly turn into something the both of you smelled
“Oh my god, Bunny! In the shower?!” you’d gasp, cough-choking as you frantically wiped the strawberry-scented body wash from your eyes just to punch his wet shoulder. “¡Qué asco!”
Bunny didn’t flinch, why would he…your punches are basically nothing to him. He’d just throw his head back, letting the water hit his face as a loud, booming laugh bounced off the tiles. “Ay, mi amor, don't look at me like that!” he’d chuckle, wiping the water from his eyes and pulling you back against him by your waist. “It’s just natural! ¿no?”
But as dangerous as the bathroom was, nights in bed were an absolutely horrible.
You’d be peacefully scrolling on your phone under the heavy blankets, completely warm, cozy, and vulnerable. Next to you, Bunny would be scrolling through his own phone, completely shirtless and relaxed, when suddenly he’d subtly shift his weight.
Pfft. Pffffrt! Puuft!
You’d hear the muffled puff beneath the heavy sheets. Before your brain could even process what he was going to do next, seeing that smug grin in his face.
Bunny grabbed the edges of the heavy comforter, lift them up to trap the air, and tuck them firmly under your chin, pinning you beneath the covers.
He’d use his entire body weight to hold the blanket down like a human seal, trapping you inside the freshly contaminated tent.
“Bunny! Open the blanket! ¡Déjame salir!” you’d shriek, your voice muffled beneath the fabric as you kicked frantically against his legs, trying to find a breath of clean air.
“No way, cariño!” Bunny would howl with laughter from outside the blanket cocoon, holding the edges down with absolute, merciless strength.
When he finally took pity on you and lifted the sheets, you’d burst out into the fresh bedroom air, gasping dramatically and throwing a pillow directly at his face and slapping his forearm while cussing him out.
He’d just catch it out of the air, pull you into his chest, and press a wet, obnoxious kiss right onto your cheek, entirely unbothered by your glaring eyes.
The both of you would also compare who has the loudest farts… Bunny was making you breakfast
You stepped into the kitchen and found Bunny standing in front of the stove wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.
“Good morning, !”Bunny beamed, not even turning around as he heard your footsteps.
You smiled, walking up behind him to wrap your arms around his bare waist, resting your cheek against his warm back. “It smells amazing, Bunny!”
“Im glad,” Bunny chuckled, leaning his head back to plant a quick kiss on the top of your head.
He turned back to the stove, gripping the handle of the skillet with both hands to give the food one final, dramatic flip. He lifted his leg slightly to catch his balance.
Pffffrt-prrfffrrrfrttt!!!
The sound was shockingly loud against the sizzle of the frying pan.
Bunny didn't even pause his cooking. He just kept stirring the eggs with a wooden spoon, completely unphased.
“Bunny! Right over the food?!” you cried out, immediately taking a giant step backward and swatting him on the lower back. “Are you serious right now?!”
“Hey, hey, watch the chef! And it wasn't over the food, it was directed away from the stove, por favor!” Bunny defended himself, bursting into a loud laugh. He turned around, holding the wooden spoon like a microphone
you groaned, covering your face with your hands, though a laugh was already bubbling up in your chest. Bunny smirked, stepping forward to pull your hands away from your face. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and swaying back and forth to the music.
“I don’t mind if you fart too ” bunny joked
You couldn't help but laugh, leaning into his embrace despite your mock annoyance. “If that's what you want”
Bunny blinked, “Wait,—”
Before he could finish his sentence, you gave his waist a tight, sudden squeeze, letting out a loud, answering pfft right against his sweatpants.
Bunny froze for a fraction of a second, his eyes widening in absolute delight before he howled with laughter, lifting you completely off your feet and spinning you around the kitchen.
“¡Eso es! That’s my love!” Bunny cheered, planting a giant, loud kiss right on your cheek.
Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!
bsf! bachira who had never experienced friendship before, mainly because he was bullied and outcasted in his childhood. so when he meets you and develops a bond, he never lets you out of his sight.
bsf! bachira who constantly shows up to your doorstep without so much as a message, just smiles and a dream as he greets your mom and asks for permission to go out with you.
bsf! bachira who doesn’t know why he feels flutters in his stomach all of a sudden when you descend down the stairs in a different get-up than usual… and he just can’t help but be blunt.
his pupils practically form hearts as he looks up at you adorningly, mouth agape, “holy, wow… you look like you were kissed by angels!”
“awh, thank you, bachira!”
“my monster is telling me i should kiss you too…”
bf! bachira who literally runs to you every time you meet, his body shaking ecstatically as he magnetically attaches his limbs to yours, completely disregarding the fact that he’s a grown ass man and you’re no weightlifter.
bf! bachira who never runs out of things to talk about; you never have to worry about your dates being boring or awkward, because he’ll do enough talking for the both of you!
bf! bachira who loves to tease, never letting an opportunity pass him by.
“megu, can you hand me my phone?” you ask politely, looking up from your plate as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
the man in question hums in contemplation, “i don’t know, can i?”
you sigh, rolling your eyes, “please?”
bachira giggles before sitting up and reaching over to grab your phone, only to extend his arm away from your direction, “kiss first.”
fiancė! bachira who doesn’t need to introduce himself to people you meet—the huge rock on your finger does that for him.
fiancė! bachira who never outgrew his teenage habits and sticks around anyway, tailing you like a lost puppy despite the media and the parasocial headlines diagnosing him with separation anxiety.
fiancė! bachira who says the most romantic one liners ever without thought, then proceeds to brush it off and starts doing something silly afterwards.
“i don’t really care about the bad things that happen in my life anymore because i think i used up all my luck when i met you,” he says, scrolling through his phone without so much as sparing you a glance.
“…what?”
“woah, honey, look! a naruto and spiderman edit in one! hey, they should’ve included yuji itadori, too…”
husband! bachira who spoils his kid rotten and is practically singlehandedly funding your local ice cream shop’s rent.
husband! bachira who never misses a day in his kid’s life, always excited to pinch their soft cheeks and tease them as if them crying wasn’t his responsibility.
husband! bachira who, despite his love, fights with his kid over your attention, claiming he had you first and that you love him more.
“mommy, i’m scared of the dark. can you come sleep with me?” your kid peeks out from the doorway of your bedroom, tears filling up her waterline as she holds back from crying.
“you’re growing up, sweetheart. you need to start being independent,” you say softly, looking up from your cozy position in bed.
“but daddy is bigger than me! he should be independent first!” your kid cries, tears finally streaming down her rosy cheeks as your husband sticks his tongue out at her, laying down on your stomach.
you're back in the madrid apartment with a tiny human who looks exactly like sae but screams like you. haru—peach for short, because those cheeks are adorable—is a couple weeks old, has sae's teal eyes and your lips.
oh and your talent for being dramatically unhappy about everything.
you're on the couch at 2 pm, shirt half unbuttoned, baby latched on like he's trying to drain you, when sae walks in from training. he's sweaty, hair sticking up and still somehow looks hot while you feel gross.
"he eat yet?" he asks, dropping his bag by the door.
"he's eating right now, genius. been on me for forty minutes. my nipple's hurt."
sae kicks off his shoes, and comes over. he slides a hand under haru's butt, checks the diaper situation, then lifts the baby off you in one smooth motion. peach detaches with a wet pop and immediately starts yelling about the injustice.
“shh. you’re fine,” sae mutters, settling him against his chest. the screaming drops to grumpy hiccups instantly. traitor.
you flop sideways on the couch, too tired to even fix your bra. “i wished you hugged me more when i was in labor. like, wow, i’m pushing out your baby and this is what i get?”
"you screamed at me for breathing too loud," he says, rocking side to side. peach's eyes are already drooping. "and then you cried because i wasn't holding your hand hard enough."
"i was splitting in half, sae. you try being polite."
he glances down at the baby, then at you, and the corner of his mouth twitches. "you did good."
you blink. that's basically an "i love you" in sae speak. you're about to milk it for all it's worth when peach burps and spits up down sae's training shirt.
"perfect," sae deadpans, holding the baby out like he's a bomb. "your son just marked me."
"he's claiming territory. smart kid."
you laugh until your stomach hurts. sae disappears to change both of them. when he comes back peach is in a tiny real madrid onesie (of course) and sae's in a plain black tee that somehow makes the milk stain situation look intentional.
"so," you say, stretching, "mom lands in three days. she's staying three weeks this time. prepare yourself."
sae sits on the armchair, baby asleep against his shoulder now. "you already told me. four times."
"i'm excited, okay? i need someone who'll baby me while i baby the baby. you just hand him over when he cries and go look at match footage."
"i also warm the bottles to exactly 37 degrees and change ninety percent of the diapers at night," he says, voice flat. "but sure, i do nothing."
you stick your tongue out. he ignores it like the mature guy he is.
three days later you're at the madrid airport looking like a zombie, running on no sleep, hair in a knot. peach is in the baby carrier against your chest, drooling on your boobs as usual.
your mom spots you first and basically sprints, arms out, tears already starting. "my baby! and my grandbaby! oh my god look at him he's so tiny—"
sae takes the suitcase from her without a word because he knows what's coming. sure enough, she hugs you so hard haru squeaks, then takes him gently out of the carrier to smother him while cooing.
"mom, oxygen, he needs it—"
"he's perfect, look at these cheeks! my little peach! sae-kun, you made a very handsome boy."
sae gives the tiniest nod. "thank you."
she beams at him like he just scored a world cup winning goal.
back at the apartment she immediately starts unpacking snacks she brought from japan— baby clothes, melatonin gummies for you, aloe vera jelly drinks you pretend to like, and an entire suitcase of froze homemade food.
"i made curry, steak, onigiri filling-everything. you're not surviving on spanish ham anymore."
sae, holding peach so you can hug your mom properly, mutters, "finally."
you elbow him. "you like jamón."
"not three meals a day for six months." your mom bustles into and within an hour the whole apartment smells like home.
peach is passed between the three of you like a hot potato—he fusses with sae, instantly calms with your mom, and only wants boob when he's with you.
typical.
that night you're on the couch, head on sae's thigh, your mom already asleep in the guest room because jet lag hit her like a truck. peach is finally down in the bassinet after a two hour screaming concert. the apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the baby monitor.
about a week in, you wake up at 3 am to pee and find sae’s side of the bed empty. you shuffle down the hall and stop in the doorway of the nursery.
he’s sitting in the rocking chair, peach asleep on his bare chest, one big hand splayed across the baby’s entire back. the only light is the soft glow from the nightlight shaped like a soccer ball (of course).
sae’s staring down at him, expression softer than you’ve ever seen it.
“thought you said skin to skin was for moms,” you whisper from the doorway.
he doesn’t startle. “he wouldn’t settle. worked.”
you pad over, lean against the chair. “you okay?”
he’s quiet for a long time. then: “hm. he’s really small.”
your heart warms with a low chuckle. you rest your hand on his shoulder. “i know, just like a kitten or something.”
peach makes a tiny snuffling sound and sae instinctively pats his back, soothing. the movement never falters.
you lean down and kiss the top of sae’s messy red hair. “go back to bed in a bit, okay? you have training tomorrow.”
