Nagi Seishiro can be such a pillow princess. When he's all sleepy after soccer practice, he's too lazy to lift a finger - even to get himself off.
He'll be lazily humping himself against your leg, curled into your side, propped up on his elbow as he plays one of his mobile shooter games on his phone. His tongue is poking out in concentration, and every now and then he'll let out soft little noises when you shift and your thigh moves against him.
You won’t be paying him much attention, engrossed in your own phone, as this is pretty normal behavior from him after a long day.
After a particularly strong roll of his hips and a frustrated little whine leaving his mouth, you’ll giggle, glancing up at him from your phone.
“Sei, do you wanna have sex?”
Nagi will bite his lip softly, before shaking his head almost imperceptibly, eyes not leaving his game. “Nnh...Sounds like a lot of work. M’too tired today…”
You laugh again, resting your hand atop his head and scratching lightly at his scalp through his soft, white hair, making his eyes flutter a bit.
“Okay, hun. Just askin’ ‘cause you’ve been rubbing your dick against me for a half hour now.”
Nagi whines, pressing against you a little harder.
“Y-Yeah, cause m’hard…”
“I can feel that,” you tease him. “Do you wanna do anything about it?”
Nagi will whine again, as if exasperated by his own body’s needs and their insistence upon tearing him away from the blissful act of bedrotting with you. He looks up at you with his big, grey eyes, and that sleepy little pout on his face that renders you unable to say no to him.
“Can you do it?” he blinks at you hopefully, then adds a soft “please?”
Of course you give in. How are you supposed to resist him?
Nagi will whine again when you ask him to lift his hips for you, huffing as he reluctantly does so.
“Oh, I know, such an inconvenience,” you tease him as you pull his shorts down his hips, freeing his hard cock, which smacks against his tummy. “Did I bother my sleepy little princess by asking him to move a muscle? My poor baby,” you pout at him sarcastically, and you maybe would’ve missed the way he bites into his bottom lip and whimpers softly at your words, if it weren’t for his cock noticeably jumping at the same time.
“Does that turn you on?” You raise an eyebrow at him as you wrap a hand around his aching cock, and Nagi lets out a long breath, jaw falling open in a moan as his phone falls from his hands. “You like when I baby you? When I tease you for being my spoiled little princess? Huh?”
Nagi nods, throwing himself over you like a koala, his right leg wrapped over your tummy, his hips pressing against yours in a way that effectively renders your hand unable to move. You chuckle again at his antics, struggling to pull your hand out from between you, making him whine as he rolls his hips into you. It's times like this when you're reminded that your boyfriend is 6'3", well-built, and not easy to manhandle, despite his behavior.
“Shiro, baby, y'can't just slump on me like this. I can’t even move my hand."
At least you expected the dramatic whine he lets out this time. You can read his mind – so much work – as he lifts his hips a bit and tilts them to the right, leaving his aching cock poking out between both of your tummies.
So cute, you think, as you wrap your hand back around it. “Theeere you go,” you murmur to him, watching as his eyes roll back. Nagi moans, softly rocking himself into your hand as he cozies up to you, nuzzling his head into your neck.
“Jus’ wanted to cuddle while we do it,” he whispers against your ear, and your heart clenches at how adorable he is.
“I know, baby. Does it feel good?”
He nods into your neck, his voice coming out soft and shaky when he answers. "Uh-huh. K-keep going."
You let him stay right there, cuddled into your side, eyes closed, soft noises of pleasure spilling from his lips as you stroke him. It’s moments like these when you can appreciate how much Nagi trusts you – he knows he doesn’t need to be the same monster that he is on the field when he’s alone with you. He lets himself be soft, pliant, even lazy, because he knows you’ll take care of him.
Nagi doesn’t warn you when he’s close, but you know the signs; the way his leg tightens around you, and his breathing picks up, each huff against your skin punctuated by a soft, whimpery noise. You press your thumb right below his tip, rubbing in a firm circle.
“You close, Sei?”
“Uh-huh,” he mutters, fingers coming to grasp at the material of your sweater, “gonna cum.”
You kiss the top of his head gently. “Go ahead, love.”
Nagi’s body tenses against yours, and with a couple more strokes, he lets go with a shudder, spilling all over your fist and both of your tummies, gasping into your neck at the pleasure that courses through him as your hand mostly stills, just squeezing him in gentle pulses to get him through it.
Nagi slumps against you when he’s finished, panting heavily as your clean hand rubs up and down his back in soothing motions.
“There ya go. S’that better, Sei?” You whisper to him, and he nods, whimpering softly, and plants a kiss on your neck. “Poor thing, you were hard for so long. Jus’ waiting for me to do something, huh? My big baby.”
“Love you~” he slurs, nuzzling into you harder.
“I love you, too.”
For a couple minutes, you’re able to ignore the warm, sticky sensation of Nagi’s cum decorating your stomach in favor of stroking his fluffy hair and letting him bask in the afterglow, finally able to fully relax after his long day.
Only for so long, though.
“Okay, Sei, time to get cleaned up. I’ll cuddle you after we take a shower, ok?”
Silence.
“Seishiro?”
Then you hear it – a soft snore coming from your boyfriend’s figure, slumped deadweight on top of you. You lift your hand to your face with a sigh and spread your fingers, watching his thick cum web between them as you debate with yourself whether you’d rather put up with another hour of being sticky and wet, or the whiny fit Nagi is bound to throw if you wake him up and drag him to the bathroom.
So much work.
-ˋˏ᯽ a/n: had to get this out of my head! i love nagiii i love sleepy boys who can't do anything for themselves and just wanna get taken care of <3 ....so much more bllk stuff in the works btw like 10+ ness drabbles in drafts...also ppl who've requested stuff tysm i love u & i'll get to it soon!!
fem! reader, you & rin have a son (unnamed), inspired by the bllk exhibition pics of his and sae's childhood room where theres bite marks on basically everything bc of rin LOL
you've heard of those jokes that some people make over their child resembling their father more than their mother, despite her having to bear all the troubles that come with pregnancy. you were a little prepared for it, not that you would have been unhappy with a mini rin.
ironically, your son bears all your features, from your hair colour to the shape of your nose, and the only tangible proof that rin had any part in his creation was his teal eyes and the itoshi family's signature underlashes.
but, it seems like your son inherited more than just rin's pretty eyes.
by this, you mean his propensity to drool almost excessively and gnaw on all his toys and, well, just about anything he can get his little mouth on. you know it's likely (definitely) because he's teething, but you kind of prefer to blame it on rin so you can tease him about it.
"baby, let's not chew on that…" you gently pry your son's mouth away from the toy, little whines of protest as you inspect the little indents on it, before setting it down and lifting him onto your lap.
your son's mouth instinctively finds your shirt to gnaw on, his saliva wetting the fabric. you would be more annoyed if he wasn't so cute…
"are his teeth hurting again?" rin suddenly materialises next to you, his shadow looming over. he leans down to press a light kiss on your forehead and to take your bitey child away from your poor shirt.
you hum in reply as you watch rin use a handkerchief to wipe his drooly mouth, your son babbling in response.
"must get it from you," you tease with a lighthearted smile, rin rolling his eyes in response.
"yeah yeah," he grumbles, sitting down. your baby, having exhausted himself from all the biting he was trying to do, sleepily coos, eyes drooping while he gets comfortable in rin's arms. you stroke his chubby cheek, leaning your head on rin's shoulder as the both of you watch him drift off to dreamland.
synopsis : sae comes home expecting comfort, only to find his girlfriend avoiding him for reasons he doesn’t understand, forcing him to confront the growing tension between them.
the video appears randomly on your feed—a new interview that happened just a while ago while sae was attending a celebration as a guest.
a journalist comes up to him with a hot topic, and the question blurs in your ears the moment you heard the journalist ask. "rising athlete itoshi sae, the people are asking: is there or is there not a girl behind the scenes?"
sae doesn't answer instead he just looks at the journalist with a stoic expression on his face, intimidating the writer.
and upon not having any answers, the journalist puts matters into their own hands. "okay, you get it guys? silence means... no!"
wasn't it the other way around?
"you heard it girls and guys, rising athlete itoshi sae is single!"
the reporter had easily twisted sae's actions. the camera swiftly switches to the next public figure adjacent to sae leaving him no choice but to accept the fact that he fucked up.
perhaps his choice to stay quiet in hopes that the reporter second guesses his decision to ask him such a private question was wrong. perhaps, privacy isn't such a big deal in social media today.
sae subtly rolls his eyes before ushering his manager to the mini bar station where the party was offering cocktails, in hopes to relieve his stress.
unfortunately for you, the video online ends where the journalist announces that rising star itoshi sae is single.
your eyebrows furrow, ears hearing a deafening silence when the video goes off. your eye twitches as soon as you open the comment section. thousands of fans commenting as if they're going to secure a spot next to the itoshi sae.
you knew what you were signing up for when you began dating sae. but you never expected that fame would take him from you this fast.
the denial, the non-committal effort to correct the journalist all point out to how sae's slowly getting farther and farther from you. and the fact that he's never home these days doesn't help.
maybe it was wishful thinking that this relationship could last.
or maybe you're just thinking too much into it for your overthinking mind to bear.
you don't know what it is that fills you. is it sorrow or is it your temper slowly seeping out of you? that, you cannot know for sure right now.
nonetheless, you can't bring yourself to scroll down the comments any further. there's a clutch in your chest and it gets tighter with every passing moment that your eyes skim over the fan commentary of the video.
the house is surrounded with white noise as you try to get your mind off of it. you clean, you read, you watch tv. anything that doesn't include holding your phone you did already. because once your fingers are wrapped around your phone, you'd be consumed by the need to check the video again.
that night, sae comes home clad in his black slacks and a plain white tee. seems like he had the time to change outfit before coming home to you.
the front door opens and your heart skips a beat from where you were eating in the dining area. you swallow a lump but you remain composed, acting as though you're not about to give sae the most gut wrenching silent treatment.
there's a thud in the floor, signalling that sae had put his bags down with little to no effort. the shoes in the front door scratch the wooden floor and it's all so loud. all of the sudden, you're hyper conscious of every little sound that emits from every corner of the house.
"i'm home." he calls out from the living area. his steps are light as he traverses the bridge between the living and dining area, looking for you.
he spots you sitting on the dining table munching on a dessert bowl you prepared yourself. sae looks around, searching for signs of food but he sees nothing except your dessert bowl.
he stands at the edge of the dining table, plants his palms on them and peers down at you. "you're not eating proper dinner?" he assumes already and you feel ticked by it.
normally, you'd be used to sae's small sessions of scolding you for not eating your meals properly but this one particular time you're kind of pissed off to hear him scold you.
your eyebrows furrow but you don't speak just yet.
"hey," he calls out again. "answer." there's that stern tone he uses when he's berating you for not taking care of yourself.
but really, this time, he's just annoying you and your perfectly curated dessert bown of nothing but sweet goodness and one speck of fruit.
when he realizes that you don't have any plans on responding, he scoffs out an offended huff. tossing his head to the side to avoid looking at you with an exasperated expression. he licks his lips wet before pushing himself off of the table.
"i've got no energy to deal with this, [name]." he dismisses it altogether easily, and your lips turn downwards into a frown when you hear the door to your shared room slam close loudly.
you don't acknowledge yourself for being petty because you remember the video again.
you bite onto your dessert with gritted teeth, upset with the fact that he dismisses you like that after denying you on public television.
it's not like you two ever agreed to keep this all a secret, so why is he acting like you're some sort of forbidden treasure he's got to keep a secret from the world?
you value your privacy really, but to be denied is another thing. especially when it's inviting wandering eyes into the situation because sae is, without mistake, a public figure. it is wrong to want him to be yours and yours alone only?
you roll your eyes to yourself, slamming the wooden spoon onto the empty bowl before harshly standing up and hearing the seat screech against the tiles. your actions are now reflecting your unquiet insecurity that your overthinking mind brought you.
the harsh slam echoes against the thin walls of the house and it reaches your shared room to where sae is currently in, dressing out of his clothes to wear comfortable ones.
he hisses in the sharpness of it and wonders what's got you in such a mood.
he turns the doorknob with the same intensity, the oak door flying open as he searches for your to ask what's going in but he finds no sign of you.
he furrows his eyebrows in frustration but he hears the sink in the bathroom run in gentle current and his mind settles again, at ease to know you haven't left the house.
he's restless. the fact that you haven't spoken a word to him ever since he came back from work has had him at his wit's ends. and all of the sudden, he's got no courage to open up a random topic to you and yap about his day because your demeanor has intimidated him.
at the end of the day, itoshi sae is still your long term partner who has surrendered his strong front in exchange for intimacy and vulnerability that is exclusive to you and only you.
the evening drives by fast and in the blink of an eye, sae is laid on the bed, staring up to the ceiling with coldness emitting from beside him. your side of the bed is empty, and sae's all so aware of this.
last time he had seen you was when you were busying yourself with your monitor back in the living area. he washed up hoping you'd be ready for bed the moment he's out but no.
he's done with everything and yet, you're still outside the bedroom. indulged in whatever work that's keeping you occupied. with one lamp turned on in a warm setting and the bright light from your monitor, the entire house is shrouded in darkness except in your small work corner where you stay, refusing to speak or acknowledge his presence.
now that he's settled in this oddly spacious bed, his thoughts are rowdy in the quiet calmness of his solitude.
he can't help but think about it. why is his usually bubbly girlfriend refusing to acknowledge his presence? or is he thinking too much into it and you're merely too busy to even bat an eye.
sae's patience wears thin.
the next morning comes around fast. sae closes his eyes and the next when he's opening them, he's met wit the bright light of dawn and an empty space beside him. his alarm goes off a few moment after he wakes up.
seems like the strangely cold ambiance of the room drove him to open his eyes and be met with no source of warmth beside him.
he groans when he realizes that you're really nowhere to be seen in your supposed shared room. the usually warm morning he wakes up is non-existent. he runs a hand through his hair, frustration slowly building up.
but sae's got no idea how to cope. does he willingly commit to whatever you're pulling and just let you be? or does he put in effort to coax out whatever the problem is going on with you that is getting in the way of your relationship?
he's in a slump.
nonetheless, he doesn't act on it immediately. he decides to wait until you break out of your bratty character that refuses to recognize his on going frustration.
he gets ready for the day after checking his packed schedule. he thinks for a moment while buttoning up the shirt he decided to wear.
does he tell you about the schedule and be ignored? or does he stay quiet and play along with whatever's wrong with you and let his frustration build even further.
sae's dilemma continues.
up until he's munching on a piece of bread he toasted himself because you're too occupied with your work for the day to even bat him an eye and offer that you cook up something quick so that he doesn't tire himself throughout the day for not eating the most important meal of the day.
he's getting tired.
he watches you by the kitchen island. leaning against the marble furniture, lips wet with water that he drank, eyes studying as you squirm in your reclining chair, looming over the data on your monitor.
he becomes all hyperconscious of what your wearing and how you're perched up on the recliner chair that he bought you. a thin oversized shirt draped over your figure with nothing underneath it. the shirt settles gently just beneath the flesh of thighs and he gets a peek when you place your legs onto the chair.
he looks away immediately. throat closing in and his jaw tightening. he tosses the glass onto the sink, running water over it as he leans lazily against it. his lips are pursed together tightly.
he leaves the kitchen, goes around towards the living room, grabs a coat from the rack and hangs it over one shoulder.
"i'm going to work." he calls out while putting on his shoes. "be back before dinner." he reminds but you don't listen.
he waits by the doorway for a while, an irk mark appearing on his forehead when he realizes that you’re not paying any attention to him again.
you stay focused on your work. or at least, you tried to.
you heave out a sigh when an unfamiliar data comes across your screen. you lean back and the chair reclines, you cross your arms over your chest and you think about how to manage this.
the house is suddenly quiet. you wonder if sae’s gone to work. so you look around. slowly turning your chair to see if everything’s safe. but that’s where it goes downhill.
when you turn around, you’re met with sae standing in front of you and your eyes meet for the first time since last night. he looks down on you as if you’ve wronged him, and for a fraction of second, you feel so small. the way he towers over you is intimidating, not to mention the way his one hand is settled on his hip.
he’s mad, and it’s evident in his gaze.
you bite back your shame, trying to recover by turning back around but that just made everything even worse.
one hand firmly lands on your chair’s arm rest and you’re quick to be rotated back to face him. this time, sae’s leaning down. crouching down to stare at you at an eye’s level.
your eyes meet his immediately. but it doesn’t take you long to regain composure and you remember what he’s done so your head turns to the side at light speed, avoiding his gaze altogether.
sae rolls his eyes at your pathetic move to avoid his gaze.
his free hand moves and the next thing you realize is him holding you by your chin, forcing you look back at him. his grip is harsh, the frustration he’s feeling is evident with the way that it’s undeniably firm.
you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and a bratty look. he scoffs at this. but that’s all he does before going in for a rough kiss.
he’s moulding his lips with yours, inserting his tongue in between when he notices your lips are slightly agape from surprise. your eyes are wide while his are staring back at you with nothing but rage. but the way that you’re not doing a lot to fight against his kiss tells him that you’ve been waiting for this too.
so instead of pulling away to give you time to breathe, he pulls you in even further. you almost choke with the way that he’s kissing you with so much heat. it makes you look pathetic but he knows you so well that he’s got a kiss memorized to the way that it makes you moan out in satisfaction.
when he hears you, he immediately pulls away. and you’re left with swollen lips when he pushes you against the chair’s back. your eyebrows furrow and he knows that he left you unsatisfied when he pulled away so suddenly when you’ve just begun enjoying it.
“don’t know what’s gotten you so upset but don’t go depriving me of my kisses, yeah?”
he says that and he leaves for work.
you roll your eyes when he waves a mocking goodbye before leaving.
the door shuts close and you’re left alone with the deafening silence of the house. whatever you’re doing it frustrating not only him, but you too.
and you only realize it when your lower extremities starts pulsating with the way that he kissed you just now. and to edge you with an unfinished make out session? you start questioning if this is still worth the act.
you recline your chair to the maximum, groaning with the way your body is tingling with the unsatisfied feeling of having your desires unmet with the man that you love. there’s a frown on your lips and an on going heat forming underneath your panties.
the hand on your face slowly makes its way to your neck and you hear yourself breathing heavily when everything else is so silent. your monitor hums softly and your chest heaves up and down in a slow tempo.
your fingers begin to tease your buds. you bite down onto your lips when one finger begins to rub your nipple. your eyes close as you begin fondling your breast, and the need to have sae’s tongue circling your nipple grows stronger with every rub you do to yourself.
you’re torturing yourself. and it gets even more painful when your free hand starts to trace down your hips and to your clothes pussy. your panties are soaked and your finger starts to circle on the wet patch.
your shame is non-existent when you put your panties to the side to have your slender fingers make contact with the wet result of your sexual frustration.
your lips are agape when you let your fingers rub against the entrance of your soaking pussy. the friction feels insane to you, and it leaves you wanting more. you speed up and you feel a tight knot forming in your lower stomach. but it’s not enough.
your nails graze the insides of your sensitiveness. and it feels surreal. it doesn’t take long before your impatience gets the best of you and you begin pumping your two digits in and out. there’s a wet sound resonating through the living room and you can’t hear anything else except it—not even your muffled moans because you have your lips in between your teeth.
you can’t help but echo out sae’s name when your fingers are speeding up. but it’s nowhere near the speed and the length of sae’s fingers. it doesn’t quite reach the good spot that leaves you empty in the head.
so when you come, it feels unfinished. your hands are soaked with your cum and everything else.
it’s nasty. the view of you with your fingers tucked inside your pussy and the other hand fondling your breast. your lips agape, saliva dripping down on one corner.
oh what would sae say.
the front door clicks open and there’s shuffling. you swallow a lump, turning a page of your book, trying to act all nonchalant with your boyfriend’s arrival from work at a rather early time.
you want to ask him why’s home so early but you can’t bring yourself to speak with him without thinking about how he has denied you on national television.
“i’m back.” he calls out and expects a reply but still nothing so he huffs out when he realizes you’re still on this silent treatment game that is making him look desperate and pathetic.
sae enters the living area and sees you by the couch, occupied with a book. you wore an oversized shirt and very short shorts underneath that if not seen in view, one would mistake you as half-naked.
he places his bag on the table. “what have you been up to all day?” he asks, attempting small talk. “reading books?”
but nothing.
and there’s no more of sae’s patience.
“alright,” he starts. voice dropping an octave. “why are you so upset? you don’t even speak to me anymore.” he calls out and your heart skips a beat, realizing that he’s talking about it.
but he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t know why you’re so upset and somehow, that made you even more upset.
you don’t answer again. “hey.” he perks his head up. “i’m talking to you?” his voice is sarcastic now, offended with the way that you’re really committed to this silent treatment shit.
there’s a moment of silence before your book suddenly leaves your hand. he slams the book onto the glass table and his bag tumbles down. alarmed with the way he’s acting, you push yourself back against the couch but he doesn’t let you.
he catches your ankle and pulls you back in. he puts his arm beneath your knee and the other on your back, he hoists you off the couch with almost zero effort and you’re left limply trying to get off of him but his tight hold against you made it hard.
he stomps across the living room and he reaches the front door of your shared room. he kicks it open with one foot and pushes it forward.
upset, he tosses you onto the bed and you bounce against the mattress. you immediately crawl back until your back it against the bed rest but again he doesn’t let you. he pulls you back onto the edge and your legs are on either side of his hips now.
“still not gonna tell me?”
he stares down at you as if to make you feel dumb. you feel small under him, and it doesn’t help when he puts a hand beside you and he leans in making you fall flat on your back. the distance slowly disappears and the next second he’s talking directly to your face.
his breath fans your nose, “what’s up?” he raises an eyebrow, licks his lips and you catch the way his eyes travel down to your reddened cheeks and lips.
there’s a slow silence in between now when sae falls silent. he’s gazing down to every inch of whatever is in front of his view—the entirety of your beautiful face and your perked up nipples beneath the thin oversized shirt you’re wearing.
you grows equally frustrated. “come on, baby.” he whimpers and the desperation is obvious with the way he’s trailing his words.
his head hangs low and you can’t see his expression anymore. next thing you know is he’s leaning down onto your neck. his hand searching for yours before he bites down onto the flesh of your skin. it’s harsh and his teeth dig into your skin, desperate that he marks you.
you wince and your eyes close in pleasure. there’s now a red mark on your neck and he licks over it to ease the pain that he has inflicted on you. he apologizes lowly before moving to the other side and kiss the upper part of your neck just below your jaw.
you crane your neck to the side unconsciously, giving him more space to kiss all over your vulnerable neck. his tongue traces down a trail of saliva and he bites down on the flesh part of your neck again. he sucks against it, lapping on it and when he releases, there’s a bruise.
“tell me.” the hums out, his throat vibrating against your skin and he continues to mark you. he goes down to your collarbone, biting down to every fleshy part he comes across. not even minding if it can’t be covered.
you shake your head. squirming under him, “can’t tell you—ah,” you huff out a breathy moan when his hand invades you beneath your shirt. he wastes no time and starts fondling your breast. “you gotta…” you breathe out, “remember what you did.”
he rolls his eyes before he uses one hand to push the shirt over your head. you let him do so, giving him a nonverbal permission. you’re sprawled out on the bed with your upper body in the view for him to adore and mark.
his lips tug upward and he’s never been this turned on. your chest heaving up and down in a slow pace. but it’s deep—the way you’re looking right into his eyes. as if you’re desperate for him.
how are you able to make his dick ache with so much pain by just laying down beneath him? it’s honestly magic to him. how he’s still so down bad for you even after you’ve made him so sexually, physically, and emotionally frustrated.
“say it.” he nods to you.
but you don’t reply immediately, instead you shake your waist sensually against him. arching your hips just a tad bit so that your wetness comes in contact with his bricked up dick.
he rolls his eyes back and he doesn’t care one bit if he looks so pathetic in front of you right now. because he needs you so bad, and it doesn’t help his situation that you’re actively seducing him to do rough sex just so that you’ll admit whatever is on your mind.
he lowers himself down onto your perked up bud, lapping onto it and he stares up at you when he does so. you make eye-contact and you melt. your back arches, inviting him to bite against your nipple to get a reaction.
and he gets what he wants.
“ah, fuck. sae—” you moan out his name when both of your breasts are so full of his attention. one receiving mouth game from him and the other is being loved by the slenderness of his fingers.
but he’s not convinced at all. he licks your stomach while he tugs your shorts off. you bite your lips as you look down to see him kissing the space between your navel and pussy. the distance between the two drives you crazy because you just want him inside of you and nothing else.
he watches as you squirm when his lips make in contact with your bare inner thigh.
“stop teasing for fuck’s sake.” you curse out, feet pushing him away but he catches your ankles and uses it as leverage to push your thighs open. you wince when the pain hits your bones.
“oh yeah?” he hums out before finally placing his wet lips onto your equally wet pussy.
he begins to expertly circle around your sensitive bud. two of his hands settle firmly on your thighs, trying to keep them open when you’re trying to close them to avoid overstimulation. he closes his eyes, focused in the way that his saliva is mixing with your fluids. his lips feel sticky but that’s the way that he likes it.
how can he not like it when you’re slowly unfolding before him? when the way that his tongue is exploring the inside of you is the reason for your eager moaning?
you cry out his name when you unravel. “fuck you, sae.” you curse him out when your thighs tremble and your body shivers with the gravity of the pleasure that’s taking over you.
he stares back at you with a smirk. proud of what he has done. he looms over with the way that your body is unravelling and your pussy leaks out your white goodness.
he stands in front of you and he cups your pussy with one hand, pushing in his middle finger just when your cum stops spilling out. he begins to pump it in and out and your eyes widen.
“w—wait, i’m still—”
you call out but you stutter when he adds his ring finger in. he raises an eyebrow, ushering you to continue but his speed and length makes it hard to speak and organize your thoughts again. he mocks you by adding another finger in and his speed accelerates. he holds your thigh down when you begin trembling, fingers hitting that one spot and it doesn’t take you long to spill out again.
sae retracts his fingers when your thighs close from the wave of pleasure washing over you. he shakes off the wetness on his hands and he unbuckles his pants with one hand. pulling out his belt and tosses it onto the floor before letting his pants pool on the floor.
your whining out your overstimulation when you see sae stroking his dick in front of you. a tear falls out of your eyes and it trickles down your cheek. it doesn’t go unnoticed by sae, so when he leans down, the tip of his dick touches your entrance. he crawls over you, wipes the tear away and kisses your cheek before slowly sliding into you.
you moan out his name when his dick fills you to the hilt. his size and girth overfilling every corner of you tight pussy. he groans when he feels suffocated inside you.
“fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” he moans out, stroking the bump on your stomach, asking that you loosen up before he cums inside youwithout even starting.
you do as you’re told and you calm yourself down but the fact that he’s so big doesn’t help. your lips trembles and your eyes water again. when sae’s busy adjusting to your tightness, you’re crying beneath him. your arms over your eyes, whimpering out your sobs.
“you said—” you choke out and sae shoot up to look at you immediately when he hears how your voice is incomplete and you’re sobbing out your words. you sniffle, “on national television that you don’t have a girlfriend.”
you finally reveal it when your tears swallow your face. every inch of your cheeks wet with your tears. you’re crying and it’s because of him—from both angst and overstimulation.
sae listens, and your pussy loosens around him when you finally let your feelings out.
“mhm.” he hums out, acknowledging that you continue with your rant. he props his hand flat on the matress and begins to move inside you. he thrusts gently at first when he waits for you to continue.
you whimper, “why would you, ah, d—deny me?” you croak, now crying out without restrictions.
when sae hears your words, his pace fastens and his thrusts go harsher. he copes with the idea of his wrongdoings by firmly holding onto one side of your waist and heatedly smashing both of your bodies together with every thrust that he initiates.
“yeah?” he groans out, a moan exiting when pleasure begins building up inside him too. you feel so good around him right now and that fact that you’re crying over him turns him even more and he’s motivated with the fact that he needs to do some serious making up because he has made his pretty girl upset.
he lets go of your hips and he circles his thumb around your clit. he positions one of your legs over his shoulder and he thrusts even deeper. your moaning out every echoing slap of your skin together, a choked moan for every thrust that he does.
he leans over you, kisses your lips and you catch him with ease. he leans back and kisses away your tears. “i’m sorry.” an apology from him and you’re back to moaning out his name.
“fuck your apologies.” you curse out, almost spitting on him and he understands your frustration. he lets you curse him but with the way you’re actively moaning with every thrust assures him that you don’t mean a thing.
he pushes in harshly, shoots his load deep inside you as you do the same by spilling out around his cock. he groans, tilts his head back.
“oh fuck [name], you feel so fucking good.” he curses underneath his breath and he lays flat on you. he breathes out muffled words, “what should i do to make you feel better about it, hm?”
when he’s vulnerable, you turn both of you around so that he’d be the one laying down and you’re on top straddling him. he looks up at you in disbelief and he only scoffs.
“let me ride you while you beg for my forgiveness.” he begin to move yourself back and forth on his cock and it feels sticky with the cum residue that sticks on your skin. but the sensation isn’t bothering you and sae’s dick is pulsating inside of you.
you place both of your hands onto his chest before you begin to bounce. sae is amused. with the way that you’re jumping on his cock, your boobs bouncing with every ride and your lips agape, unable to conceal the sexiness of your frustration.
he finds you beautiful even like this. naked on top of him, ready to challenge his dominance. eyes staring blankly down at him, asking that he say sorry for what he’s done.
he rests his hands on your hips, circling his thumb around your skin before he thrusts his hips up and you’re recoiling with the way that he does it so suddenly. his speed takes over you and you’re now lowering yourself onto him.
“oh, fuck—” you mewl out lewdly, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and it’s honestly music to his ears.
“would you take it as an apology if i married you, so we could announce it to the whole world?”
@/bluelock_news: athlete ITOSHI SAE announces marriage to non-showbiz, long-term girlfriend!
[one pic attached: itoshi sae’s bare back in the view with a girl wrapped around his arms. a glint of a diamond ring can be seen.]
when you first moved in, it took sae months to adjust to how lively his house had become.
how his bland and unadorned penthouse was now filled with your belongings, your warm lamps that you bought because you hated the white lighting.
the beautiful lace curtains that now covered the rows of exposed windows. fluffy blankets that complemented his crimson couches, filled with soft and decorative pillows that you adjust in a very particular order. pictures of you and his wedding photos, your bright smile bringing life to his once shallow and empty house.
your vanilla perfume that trailed behind you all the time, slowly seeping into the fabrics of your furniture.
not only did he have to get used to your undeniably amazing taste in decoration, but also your inability to sit peacefully in a messy house.
sae wasn't one to maintain a messy house—he in fact, always made sure it was clean. but he had a horrible habit of tossing clothes on the floor and keeping dishes in the sink, unattended for days on end due to his exhausting schedule.
which inevitably turned into your first fight now that you shared a domestic lifestyle together, as you constantly told him to fold his clothes and do his part of the dishes.
eventually though, things settled down as the two of you finally made agreements on chores, as he finally got used to just how much life you brought into what he called home—just how much light and joy you brought into his life all together.
the penthouse became his escape, not just a place for him to sleep and eat, but a place for him to wind down, a place he sought comfort in knowing you'd always be there—always there to embrace him and smother him with your undying love.
then came your kids.
suddenly, itoshi sae found himself having to get used to the sound of your child's cries in the dead of night—the creaky rocking of the crib as he lulled her back to sleep.
your cries of overwhelming joy as she took her first steps and spoke her first words, "dada."
she always seemed to have a preference towards her father, a preference he never thought would fade.
as she turned three, the house was suddenly scattered with toys everywhere, piles of outgrown baby clothes in her room, and stocks of baby food in the fridge, as she still refused to eat anything remotely crunchy.
what was once just you and him was now a family with a little baby boy on the way.
the second was easier.
sae was now used to the constant pooping and cries; he'd get up in the middle of the night no questions asked, telling you to go back to sleep with no groans or complaints.
sae now no longer had the luxury of waking up to his alarm; instead, he would wake his ten and seven-year-old jumping in the bed, begging for breakfast eagerly.
he no longer had the luxury of coming back to a quiet home; instead, he came back to a house filled with chaos and children's laughter.
something he never knew he'd relish in.
sae was now used to this life, no longer being on his own; he was now surrounded by love, by support, a system he could fall back on if something went wrong.
something he never knew he'd lose—until that night—he never saw a future without you, a future where the death of his lover and only son would be his fault.
it was normal night, he was driving back home after dinner with his parents, his hand on your thigh as the kids argued in the backseat.
soft music played from the radio; he couldn't help but smile.
sae had never felt so fuffilled in his life, like he was actually worth something. like he had so much to look forward to.
and then for a moment—just a moment—sae got distracted, turning his head to the kid as their argument grew, telling them to shut up and deal with it later, and when he turned… it was too late.
all he remembers is you yelling his name, the last thing he ever heard from you, and the collision of the crash; he lost consciousness for a moment before his eyes opened, the loud sirens blasting into his ear as he turned. he remembers the way your head was thrown back—the blood that gushed out.
he desperately tried to shake you awake—the tears in his eyes as his head whipped back to check on his children, the sudden movement sending a shock of pain through his body.
fate is a funny thing, isn't it?
he remembers when you once asked him if he believed in it, and he brushed you off, telling you it was a silly thing.
but now, sae could only laugh.
how fate decided that he would be the one to survive, not you.
the warmth of the home sae spent years getting used to was gone—just like that.
the years he spent pining for you, loving you, being married to you, and raising kids with you—gone like they'd never even mattered.
no, it couldn't be that simple.
fate couldn't be that cruel.
he couldn't be that undeserving of happiness.
now, sae had to adjust to life that had been sucked out of his home.
his crimson couch somehow duller.
wedding photos that once adorned the walls gone because he couldn't bear to look at you.
warm lamps that once made the home welcoming; now unplugged and replaced with his old white lights that filled the house with a sense of melancholy.
your perfume stored away in a box as your scent slowly faded off the fabric of the furniture.
the only remembrance that you had once been here being your personal belongings that sae couldn't quite get rid of, stored away in boxes.
your daughter constantly locked away in her room—somewhere she wouldn't have to look him in the eyes for him to know that she blamed him for all of it.
the house was quiet, empty.
sae was never there; your daughter always returning back to an empty house with only leftovers in the fridge.
the tv that once used to make a home in a living room where a mother and her children would support their football player father through the screen, now empty and lifeless.
cw: angst (comfort yall don't worry), usage of german, intense yearning (ness really loves you bruv.), fem!reader, prolly ooc just incase idk. fingering. mentions of kaiser and isagi. proofreading was a quick skim over and thats it.
wc: 1.4k
authors note: that damn popeyes song has been stuck in my head. I really liked this one guys dont hate me pls. And thanks for the love on my last one, I really appreciated it!
You two had been arguing about his incessant need to be at Kaisers every beck and call.
It had gotten to a point of him turning down dates just to stay longer at practice, and worse ever since this Isagi Yoichi character has gone into the picture, your boyfriend isn’t even yours anymore. He sits on the couch, his eyes downcast to his feet but he doesn’t understand your frustration and thinks you’re being unreasonable
“I barely see you anymore Alexis! It's always about that stupid blonde or this new Isagi Yoichi, it feels like a new excuse to deliberately not see me.”
“He’s not stupid. He’s the only one who’s believed in my magic, and I have to be there otherwise people like Isagi get in the way.”
“..So your first thought is to defend him, you didn’t even deny you aren’t trying to see me.” You whisper.
“I never meant—“
“And what about me Ness?” The usage of his last name hits him like a blow, you’ve never used it even when you weren’t dating.
“I’ve always believed in you, I actually love you for you, not for what you can do for me.” your voice cracks at the last part, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Oh schatzi, don’t do that please.” he looks at you finally, standing up from where he was sitting and reaching for your hands. You jerk them away from his grasp and look him in his eyes.
“You don’t get to do that, Ness. Not when i’ve been here waiting for you like a fucking idiot and when you’re here you’re still not with me.” You spat at him.
“Please don’t call me that liebling..” His hands stayed still at his sides.
You exhale, and look at his face for anything else he might want to say. But he didn’t. He stood there looking for the eventual forgiveness you always gave him afterwards.
“Idiot, ich werde hier nicht dumm herumstehen.” You mutter, before moving walking towards your shared bedroom.
He watches you walk away, zoning out and lost in his thoughts.
You rummage through your room and grab a few things, your pillows, computer, and a few clothes. You move all of it to the guest room and you slam the door behind you.
+++
Hours pass, and it's about 1am. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying. Your body gives an occasional shiver despite being wrapped in the stale sheets.
In all your years, not once had you guys fought like this. Or at least you gave up so easily in order not to upset him. But this time it was too much. This problem had been festering for months between you two, and you haven’t seen him look at you with the same love he has for soccer.
Your eyes began to flutter close, slipping between dream and reality.
Only to be jolted awake by a gentle knock. It was like your whole body was on edge.
You didn’t even bother to get up. The fatigue weighed on you like a suffocating blanket. It had gone silent for a few seconds before the door opened with a creak, and the light peeked through. You looked like you were asleep.
Still, his voice broke through the silence.
“Liebling, are you awake..?” He whispered.
He shut the door behind him, leaving only a faint silhouette moving through the darkness. He looked at how your body breathed, before dwindling down back into the cold mattress. He knew you were awake.
He sat down on your bed, wanting to be by your side yet still wanting to give you distance.
“Du bist wunderschön – wie könnte ich etwas so Perfektes verletzen?” He murmured.
“I’m so sorry. So, so, so sorry.” He took one of your hands and brought to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss.
“You mean the world to me. More than anything you can think of. I’m so sorry that I've been neglecting you.” He moves your hand towards his cheek, and rubs his face against the back of your hand.
When you gave him no response, it was turn for his eyes to fill with tears. “Please meine liebe, look at me. Ich werde betteln, wenn es sein muss."
You exhale, before turning to face him, laying flat on your back.
He looks at your face, seeing your puffy eyes and your tear stained face. The tears that were in his eyes, now streamed freely down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, my god I took you for granted. You love me so well, you’ve done so much, and i’ve given you hurt in return. Please mein schatz don’t cry…” He wipes your eyes, before moving down to your cheek and using his thumb to brush it.
Your eyes trail away from him. But you sit up in bed to be eye level with him.
He brings the hand that was holding yours up to his mouth, this time kissing your wrist, planting so many kisses on your wrist, then up your forearm, to your shoulder, all the way up to your neck.
“So hübsch..all of you, so beautiful. I don’t deserve you.” He whispers in your ear. His head in the crook of your neck, before leaning down to kiss your shoulder.
“Tell me to stop…but I want to worship every part of you, for every tear you’ve shed.” He says before going back to kissing you.
Your hand reached for his cheek. Rubbing your thumb against it like he did, and he leaned into it, rubbing his head against you.
“You won’t hurt me again?” You mumbled.
“No, never schön. Not if I can help it.” He mutters, before leaning back into the crook of your neck.
You give a quiet “mmm.” in response. Your body’s temperature rises, you look at him and study him. His pink hair, his bare freckled back, his body rising and falling as his tears soak your shoulder.
He kisses your neck, “Forgive me, what can I do to make you forgive me mein liebe…i’ll spend the whole night doing it.” he breathed.
His hand rubs up and down your body, paying close attention to your lower stomach. He begins licking at your neck.
“What is it you want…please i’ll give it to you schatz.”
“Your fingers ‘lexis..” You finally admit.
“Of course..anything for you, it's yours to take.” Nodding his head vigorously, as his hands slide down your pants, moving down to your clit. He rubs gentle circles on it.. He watches as your face contorts and gets redder, and you squirm.
“Does it feel good mein liebe..?” He whispers.
“Mhm..” You nod.
He continues to rub your clit and lick your neck simultaneously. His hand then began to move down, and slips one finger inside of you.
Your legs close around his hand, as soft whines escape your mouth.
Silence consumed the room except for heavy breathing and quiet whimpers.
“Alexis…?”
“Yes Schätzchen..?” He rests his head on your shoulder and looks up at you.
You take in a breath at the nickname, “Kiss me please…” you whine out.
“Of course, you don’t have to ask liebling...” He says before pressing his lips against yours. His lips were soft and swollen. Gently kissing and letting you take the lead. His fingers thrust in and out of you gently. You cup his face to bring him closer, and his other hand cups your cheek as well.
He speeds up his fingers, while his thumb reaches to play with your clit again, his middle and ring fingers thrusting inside of you at a slow pace.
He mumbles about how much he loves you in between the kiss, and sweet nothings in the short breaths he took, using every ounce of air on you. He couldn’t care less about himself, he could only see you right now.
When you whisper, “close..” in his ear, he nods and speeds up his fingers again, hitting every spot that he knows you all too well, where you’re most sensitive. Fluids slicking his fingers. Your back arches as you softly moan. It was only a matter of time before you finally cum on his fingers.
He stops kissing you and just looks at you, him breathless and your face blushing and your body feeling hot.
“Anything else..?” He asks.
You shake your head, and lean your head against his shoulder. “‘M so tired..”
“Lay down, bitte schlafen.” You lay down, and he lays down with you, wrapping his arms around you as your face buries in his bare chest. He strokes your hair until he sees your breathing even and your eyes drift slowly to sleep.
He waits a few minutes before whispering, though you couldn’t hear.
“Ich liebe dich, mein perfektes Mädchen"; ich verdiene es gar nicht, eine solche Schönheit so nah bei mir zu haben. Schlaf gut…” Before falling asleep himself.
"good things come to those who wait longer," is what vivien hugo has been hearing since he was a child.
his mom would whisper that into his ear when he came home empty-handed after another football tournament, ruffling his hair as she assured him that the best victories simply took a little more time to achieve. his dad would repeat those same words with a knowing smile before gifting hugo something he'd been wanting for ages. sometimes his elder sister too would weaponize the saying when she monopolized the television, refusing to surrender the remote while a young hugo groaned dramatically because he was about to miss the latest episode of his favorite show.
it was a message deeply fixed in his brain, reminding him to stay patient when everyone else rushed ahead—to trust that delayed gratification always led to something greater. it allowed fate to arrange everything exactly the way it was meant to be.
and it resonated with hugo—it was perfect for his die hard belief in destiny and that everything happens for a reason.
it meant he never had to force anything, because what belonged to him would always find its way to him.
so then why were you standing at the altar? why were you dressed in the richest shade of white imaginable, the delicate fabric cascading around you like clouds spun from moonlight, making you somehow look even more ethereal than you already did? why were you staring at a different man with sparkles in your eyes that spoke deeper messages than you've ever uttered?
your lips curled into the same smile that hugo always longed for except this one was different. you were in love with someone else—you were smiling because of someone else.
the guests erupted into gentle applause as the officiant continued speaking, but hugo could not hear a single word. every voice around him blurred into meaningless noise, muffled beneath the violent pounding of his own heartbeat.
that man knew nothing about you.
he didn't know you the way hugo knew you since you both were young and kicking a worn out ball to each other under the blazing summer sun. he didn't know what books you've liked since childhood and he didn't know that you would read them all to hugo despite the endless complaints about normal books being "boring."
did he actually know anything about you?
or maybe hugo was the one who didn't actually know you.
but as he watched the other man reach for your hands with a tenderness he knew too well, hugo put all his faith in fate. you two were meant to be, and even if it took forever, he'd wait for you.
this wedding and this heartbreak was simply just another obstacle, another test which required all of his patience.
after all, good things come to those who wait longer.
so hugo waited and waited and waited.
he waited until months turned into decades. the colourful wedding bouquet you once held during your most special day was replaced by tiny hands clinging to yours. hugo watched your children grow taller each year from a distance. he observed how your beautiful hair gradually became streaked with grey and he observed how the years carve soft lines around your eyes.
you looked happy, undeniably happy.
sometimes, when your paths crossed by chance, you'd greet him with that same warm smile you'd always given him.
"vivien! it's been forever," you'd brightly exclaim as though forever wasn't xactly the amount of time he'd spent waiting for you.
after asking him curious questions about his life, you'd hug him goodbye, and he'd stand there long after you'd disappeared, convincing himself that the ache in his chest was merely another reminder that patience was a virtue.
one day, surely one day, you'd be his.
that one day never came.
instead, hugo found himself standing beneath a black umbrella on one rainy afternoon staring at a polished headstone, a bouquet of fresh lilies resting atop of it. your name was carved neatly into the stone. hugo stared at it for a very, very long time.
his umbrella slipped from numb fingers, rain soaking through his clothes almost instantly. hugo began weeping, his tears melting into the relentless downpour, impossible to distinguish from the rain that streamed down his face. years of quiet hope and unwavering faith poured out of him all at once.
waiting long enough had never been enough. it was already too late and you were gone.
fate was never going to confess for him. destiny was never going to reach for your hand in his place. instead of spending all those years trusting the universe to do the work for him, he could've simply made an effort.
hugo could've told you; he could've fought for you.
standing there in the rain, soaked to his skin and shattered beyond repair, hugo realized that fate never rewards those who wait. it rewarded those who made an effort for the things — and the people — they truly wanted before it was too late.
