IN WHICH the blue lock boys are having a hard time on holding their cum in once they’ve noticed you’re not on the pills and they’ve ran out of cndoms — treading closer and closer into cumming inside of you! but don’t worry — they can solve it.. I think.
featuring ─ I.Y, R.I, B.M, C.H x fem! reader
** warnings . fem! reader, all aged up characters, unprotected sex [don’t try this at home], not proofread. Isagi ; slight degradation, mentions of cum eating, his obsession w thighs ofc rin ; hair pulling, edging [both], slightly mean rin meguru ; consensual picture taking, cumming on various body parts [meguru], overstimulation [reader] hyoma ; thigh riding, edging [reader], slightly mean hyoma
** notes . this is a draft so it’s quite different to how I write now I think, plus my friend helped me write isagi’s part; but nonetheless, hope u guys like this as a filler while I continue another jjk fic .. my reqs are open, so feel free to req smth or just talk :) (as usual, reblogs very much appreciated !)
— ໒ ; be warned ! smut below the cut.
˓ — ISAGI YOICHI
the type who loves to cum inside your warm cunt more than anything, but he supposes he can settle on your thighs just this once — and plus, he doesn’t mind licking the mess off of you like the good boyfriend he is!
“you’re not on the pill?”
he’s trying so hard to sound mad, to look irritated and annoyed on how you didn’t buy a new bottle after you ran out, especially since you know that this was going to happen — but the way your walls were clinging onto his pale shaft was making it so hard, harder than he had initially thought.
his eyebrows furrow together, lips parted in ecstasy as his hips stutter slightly. his grip on your hips grew tighter, tight enough to leave burning red marks which surely will make itself comfortable as claiming your hips as home for the next few days.
“fuck. y-you should’ve — ah , told me —” he grunts, and he’s finding it hard to put his hips to a halt from plummeting inside of you from the back.
He looks mad, with the furrowed brows and darkened eyes, but the shakiness in his voice and the tremble of his bottom lip as he throws his head back with a groan that came straight out of a pornographic movie is telling you that he actually couldn’t bring himself to be mad.
not with the way you were pressed up against him, that is.
“c-can’t you just — unh, pull out and slip a condom on or sumthin—?”
and he almost laughed, laughed at your words if it wasn’t the way you looked up at him so sweetly through your shoulder, eyes glossy and wide — arching your back oh so deliciously for him with that stupidly innocent look on your face.
you fucking minx.
“hah — easier said than done, baby.”
how could he pull out when you were gripping onto his twitching cock so tightly, warming it good enough to send shudders throughout his entire body.
saliva coated lips make contact with your shoulder, canines sinking into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His pupils dilate, the scent of your shampoo and lotion and the light taste of sweat on your body making him moan, moan — his dick twitching inside of you. you were a fucking sex pollen to him and you knew it.
He can’t find it in himself to stop pounding into you, the thought of him cumming inside of you and possibly getting you pregnant making his hips move faster — meaner. You were too addicting, you had a chokehold on him and the sweet whimpers and moans escaping your throat only adds more fuel to the already large, suffocating fire.
“y-you know,” he grunts, chest heaving with each needed breath he takes, his mean hips finally coming to a stop as he speaks, leaning your cunt needy and pulsating, “I’m startin’ to think that you actually want me to cum inside.”
the whine that bubbles from your chest makes a wolffish grin tug the corners of his lips, watching the way your half lidded eyes focus slowly on his dark blue ones.
“w-what? ichi — th-that’s not wh.. hngh!”
he cuts off your words, burying himself as deep as he could inside of you — slender fingers pressing down on the bulge of his needy cock on your stomach, watching the way your eyes rolled back and back arched further, ass hitting against his pelvis.
“c’mooon. really?” he drawls out, tilting his head to the side slightly, “I’ve reminded y’to buy a new bottle already. and I know damn well you wouldn’t have forgotten — unless you really wanted to be filled with my babies, ha? all swollen and full.”
He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, picking the pace back up — relishing in the way the tears stream down your cheeks as you body jolts forwards from the impact, a loud moan ripping out of your throat.
Surely, he’s got to have some personality disorder. The once sweet, innocent yoichi was now a mean, unforgiving one — toying with you as he flips you onto your back now, his ears picking up on the way you squeak at the sudden change of position.
And he swears he could feel your gummy walls clench tighter around him at the thought of you full with his children, making him grunt softly — fingers digging deeper into your hips.
“oh? so I’m right, aren’t I?” he mused, the already large shit eating grin on his face growing larger, if that was even possible.
“s-shut up— I’m c-cumming,” your fingers move onto his biceps, nails digging into them as a desperate attempt to ground yourself. meanwhile his hands find solace onto your soft thighs, pinning them down against the navy silk sheets of his bed.
“yeah? a-are you now?” his eyes narrowed slightly, teeth gritting together and brows furrowing as he himself is desperately trying to restrain himself from doing anything he’d regret, which would obviously busting his load into you suddenly and, perhaps, getting you pregnant with his kids.
“fuck — cum with me then,” soft pants escape his parted lips, his body chasing yours.
he could see the way you panic in your eyes. the way you desperately try to muster up your voice to tell him to stop despite knowing all attempts to tell him off would be futile, to hold his load or to pull out, and the way you were so drowned in the pleasure he was giving you that he had rendered you into a speechless little thing.
“f-fuck ! yoichi, don’t —” you gasp out, head pressing back against the soft pillows propped up behind your head, jaw hanging open from the immense euphoria.
as soon as the creamy white liquid gushes out of your sensitive ring of muscle, you could feel him swiftly pull out — and with a few jerks of his hand, he coats your thighs with his own sticky mess, head thrown back as the number one striker lets out a uncharacteristically pathetic moan.
the room washes over with silence, the sound of your and his soft pants filling the rather quiet room until you break the silence, eyes peering down at the wet spot on the sheets beneath your thighs and the sticky feeling of cum kissing your thighs.
“shit. gonna be such a mess to clean up,” you breath out, chest still heaving gently from the workout he had just made you do.
he simply grins, licking his lips.
“who says I’m not gonna help you clean up?”
and with that, he sinks down onto his knees, hands finding home onto your thighs once more.
˓ — RIN ITOSHI
the type who lets you get the consequences of not telling him — leaving you needy and on edge! after all, it’s not his fault that you forgot to tell him …
“what did you just say?”
slender digits come up to grab a fistful of your hair, hips coming to a stop as he forces your head to tilt back to look at him — chilly teal eyes lean down to peer straight at yours, his nails digging into your scalp. his grip was tight enough for it to almost be considered painful.
almost.
was he annoyed? yes. was he horny, needy, and needed desperately to cum? also yes.
“I-I’m ah — n-not on birth control ..” you managed to squeak out, shrinking under his gaze — your fingers clenching around the silk sheets of his bed, the material curling and wrinkling beneath the grip of your fingers.
you could see the way his brows furrow slightly, clicking his tongue once more in slight annoyance. he’s been edging himself and you for what, an hour now — constantly forcing your back into a deep arch so he could hit deeper and deeper into you, hitting places you never knew wlere even inside of you — listening to your pretty sounds and such pitiful begging for him to let you cum, just for you to tell him that at the very end, he won’t have the chance to cum inside of his favorite place to do so?
such bullshit, he thinks.
That doesn’t mean he can’t have any fun, though. After all, you have some compensation to make for him.
His brows soon relax slowly, and he was slight thankful he dumbed you down just enough for you to miss the small, yet sly smirk tugging the corners of his lips as he leans down, lips gently grazing your neck — moving closer and closer until his teeth reached close enough to tug your earlobe right between his teeth, warm breath tickling the skins on your hair.
“It’s okay, baby.”
His voice was condescendingly sweet, a hidden meaning laying deep down beneath his words — but gosh, how could you ever focus on his words when the cock drilling deep into you and rearranging your guts was stealing all of your focus instead?
“I’ll just hafta pull out, hm?” He bites the inside of his cheek, finding humor in the way you seem to relax at his words — forgetting that he wasn’t a man to forgive and forget so easily. His fingers leave the soft locks of your hair gently, instead, moving to the back of your head to have a firm hold of the back of your head — pushing your head against the soft pillows on his bed, muffling your whines and pretty little moans of his name as his hips slowly start to resume its steady rhythm against your ass.
You choke on your own sounds, feeling the way he pounds faster — meaner, deeper. And it was weird, because the youngest Itoshi has never went this rough on you. Drool seeps out of their corners of your lips, jaw hanging open — a wet patch of your drool forming on the Itoshi’s pillow covers.
If only you had knew, that behind the mean, pounds of his hips, would be a sinister intent to leave you needy and on edge — desperate enough for you to get down on your knees and beg.
“R-rin, cummin’, please — ” his ears perk up at your words. And as if to prove your point, he could feel the way your thighs quivered and tightened, struggling to hold yourself up properly. And amidst the lewd sounds of skin slapping mixed with the sounds of your moans, he could hear his sheets crinkling underneath your tight grip against them — nails digging into the soft mattress, your words coming up as hardly audible hiccups and whines.
“Shit, that so?” His breath hitches softly, feeling the way your walls clamp up around him. His dick twitches inside of you, and you gasp at the feeling — because you know what’s about to happen, or — what you expected to happen, at least.
“Such a needy little thing. Go on, then.”
Before you could say anything else, he pulls out, edging you once more this night, relishing the way you grunt softly in complaint as you squirm, moving your hips back to press against his pelvis, silently begging for him to put himself back in.
But instead of being met with him aligning his tip right back in, you’re met with a soft shake of his head, his left arm wrapping around your waist as he leans down, lips grazing your earlobe once more.
“ ‘m sorry, sweetheart, but I think you’re right. Think’ we should keep it just the two of us for now, hm?”
He leans back slowly after pressing a gentle kiss onto your cheek. Fuck, he could feel his blood rushing south once more at the way you pout at him — eyes watery and teary, before they eventually flutter shut from exhaustion.
Guess he’ll have to find another way to relieve himself ..
˓ — BACHIRA MEGURU
the type who’s pull out game is, weirdly.. good? Either way, he doesn’t mind settling on cumming on other parts of your body — after all, all of you is perfect in his eyes ! .. and, well — maybe also because he wants to take a few pics of you covered in his cum .. but you don’t have to know that!
“And? I really don’t see the problem here ..”
A childlike pout starts to form on his lips, tilting his head gently to the side slightly like a kid stuck on a math question written on the board — his fingers reaching up to intertwine with your own, which were pushing against his chest, trying uselessly to push him off of you — a poor attempt on trying to make distance between your cunt and his mushroom tip nudging your entrance.
“I-im not on the pill-! That’s the problem,” you huff out, your fingers squeezing his gently — blood rushing to your cheeks at the amount of personal space he has taken away from you. But he merely shrugs, a cheeky smile tugging the corners of his lips as soon as the realization hit him.
“Ah — that’s what all this was about? no biggie, trust me. I can jus’pull out!”
He seemed oddly casual about the situation, to your surprise. The playful glint in his eyes seemed to shine even brighter than the soft, silver light of the moon slipping quietly through the white curtains of your room — even brighter than whenever he would score a goal during a match. Maybe it was because this situation was no different, you’ll never know.
“I’ll take good care of ya, I promise.”
And you should’ve known better from the earlier signs of him being waay to casual for a situation like this, considering how he’d use to pout whenever you’d tell him to slip on a condom — that he had a secret intent behind the unusually sweet and understanding talk of his.
Click, click click!
His phone in his right hand, while his other hand held firmly onto your waist, holding you down against the soft bed to prevent your from squirming too much. After all, he couldn’t let you ruin his piece of art!
A satisfied grin tugs the corners of his lips, giggling at the way you use the back of your hand to cover the lower half of your face. Cute, he thinks. How you think that would stop him from taking any more pictures of you painted with his cum — cheeks flushed with your skin glistening slightly from the light sheen of sweat on your body, the creamy white liquid trailing down from your chest to your stomach makes him let out a soft groan.
“Cmon, don’t — hah, don’t get shy on me now,” he breathed out softly, continuing to gently pump in and out of you, trying to coax out another orgasm out of you to coat your already sticky thighs. His hand leaves your waist, fingers trailing up your arm, then to your wrist, and finally laces your fingers together, gently pulling your hand away from your face. A seemingly innocent smile tugs the corners of his lips, leaning down to coo intoxicatingly sweet in your ear.
“Just one more, one more. yeah baby?” His warm breath fans over the bare skin of your neck, sending a low shudder running throughout your spine.
He bottoms out slowly, before thrusting back in as deep as he could — relishing the way your back arches off the bed, head lolling back against the soft cushions of the pillows beneath your head.
Setting his phone down on the bed, he diverts his entire focus to you, and how your hands tensed, trying to ground yourself by squeezing his own hand like he was your lifeline. He grunts softly at the sharp sting of your nails digging into the outer layer of his hand, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip — a rather strange contrast to how rough we was with plummeting inside of your hole, stretching and molding the walls accordingly — marking you as his.
“B-but — hng, ‘guru - came twice already-”
He could only grunt the way you look at him so pleadingly, so lovingly - eyes glassy with tears and saliva prodding at the corners of your wet, kiss bitten lips.
“That so? Ah, well - y’know what they say,” he manages a breathy chuckle, his fingers digging a little deeper into your hip as he bottoms out, again, leaving you feeling empty and craving for it despite being oh so overstimulated already - your body shaking slightly from just how overwhelming the pleasure really is.
“Third time’s the charm.” He grins, before slamming right back into you - just like how he previously did minutes ago.
“T-thats not even how it works in this contex- mmfh!” He cuts you off simply, pressing his lips onto yours gently to swallow and muffle all of your noises. After all, he’s received a noise complaint once from the grumpy neighbor next door - probably just jealous that he can’t ever get someone as good as you, he thinks - but he’d rather not get another one even though he really does want him, or the whole apartment complex for that matter, to hear who’s making you feel good.
He licks your bottom lip, his smile growing wider at the gasp you let out, easily taking it as the opportunity to slip his tongue right in. He presses his tongue against yours, and your head is all fuzzy and dizzy - unsure on if it was his dick inside of you that was making you cum again, or if it was the way his tongue seemed to press and prod against yours that was making you on the edge of cumming again.
Actually - you don’t think you’ve even realized that the heat was already building and pooling inside of you again until now.
“Now, now-” he pulls away softly, feeling the way your thighs seemed to tremble and how your breathing got just a little more labored as your walls dragged across his milky shaft.
“Y’might hafta quiet down, sweets.’ He smiled against your neck, and he knows - knows just how close you were.
Slowly, he reaches for his phone once more - hand leaving your hip as he opens the camera, angling it just right without looking, like he’s been training for this moment his entire life.
“Can’t have the neighbors complaining again, no?”
And with that, the shutter clicks as soon as the knot in your stomach snaps.
˓ — CHIGIRI HYOMA
the type who’s a little upset about not being able to flex his speed his speed inside of you this time, but doesn’t mind too much, he’ll just have to make you flex this time, right?
“Fuck - I don’t know if I’m still upset about you forgetting to take your pills, or if I’m ah - happy at the new sight in front of me,”
His chest was heaving from a mix of exhaustion from his recent football training just now and of arousal from how pretty you looked desperately grinding on his bare thigh like a dog in heat.
Truthfully, his mind was a dizzying mess during his training, you constantly came into his mind, whether when he was stretching, talking to his teammates - it drove him crazy, especially with the way his teammates would point out how he’d suddenly doze off with cheeks flushed out of no where. He’s been dying to feel you around him and fill you up since morning, morning - thats just how desperate he was.
And it seemed like that same, needy desperate urge was now bubbling inside of you like how it did to him earlier today. Perhaps it was you facing the consequences of your own actions, having have forgotten to buy a new bottle of pills, but he can’t find it in himself to complain.
Not when he has such a pretty sight in front of him.
Instead, the corners of his lips tug upwards into a lazy grin, opting to lean back against the couch with his arms hanging and rested behind them, refusing to help you.
“I-I’m sorry, Hyo-” you whined out breathlessly, your hands rest on the rough muscle that your needy cunt has been desperately trying to get the right amount of friction out of. Through the dizzying texture of his skin against your folds that was keeping you teetering on edge, you could vaguely remember just how eager he’d been when he stepped through the front door of your shared apartment - like he’d been a man who’s been walking through a dessert for days and is in dire need of water.
It made you feel guilty, it really did - when you broke the news to him sheepishly and watched the way he paused slightly, like if he was deciding whether he was disappointed or if he could live on without craving into his urge and desires today.
“why are you apologizing, hm? there’s ha - nothin’ to apologize for.”
He’s certain he couldn’t even comprehend your apology with the way you looked so desperate on his thigh, the muscles tensing beneath your puffy folds. A light sheen of sweat on your forehead, trembling fingers supporting yourself up against his thigh, nails piercing the skin lightly.
“In fact, think I just found myself a new obsession,” his grin grows a little wider - a little more dangerous, one that screamed he wasn’t letting you get out of this one so easily. The grin he gets when he reaches in range to shoot his goal.
He bounces his knee gently, watching the way you crumble - fingers digging deeper into his skin, almost deep enough to draw blood - and your back arching, like you were desperately seeking for his touch that he wasn’t going to give.
Not yet, at least.
“Hyo, please ..” you plead so prettily, all breathless and seemingly so out of it. It was nearly enough for all of his self restraint to snap with only the filthy, squelching noises of your wet cunt rubbing against his thigh - leaving a mess that he can’t take his eyes off of.
But he’s not that mean. He suppose he can cave - just a little.
That’s what he wants you to think, at least.
His right hand lifts, sliding from your thigh to your hips - giving it a gentle squeeze, thumb moving to caress your hips gently, close but not close enough to where you need him the most.
“use your words, pretty girl. I don’t have clairvoyant powers.”
He bites back the breathless chuckle at the way you huff and pout, struggling to find the right words.
“need your help,” you choke out so prettily, all quiet and struggling. Hair falling over your face as your head tips forward, biting down on your bottom lip.
“on what?” He leans back, enjoying the view - watching the way you mewl and whine at the game he’s playing. At the way he’s pretending not to notice how your entire thighs tremble atop of his from effort of desperately trying to get yourself off.
“n-need to come —“ you finally manage through gritted teeth, peering up at him through your lashes, wet with unshed tears of frustration.
“yeah?” He hums, fingers digging deeper into your hips, leaving red angry marks.
He bounces his knee slowly, biting back a moan at the way your breath hiccups from the sudden friction.
“can’t do anything yourself, huh?” He snickers almost mockingly, dragging your hips over the hard muscle of his thigh. He enjoys the way your lips part into a silent scream, fingers trembling and clawing at his thigh.
He clicks his tongue, grinding you faster on his thigh. He wants to draw this out as long as he can, but with the way your eyes are slowly starting to roll, eyelashes fluttering to try and keep your eyes on him, he really ‘can’t’ resist.
“Come, sweetheart,” he leans down, breath fanning over the skin of your neck, smiling against the skin at the way your body shudders and trembles when you feel the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.
A hand shifts to your back, running his palm over the small of your back in soothing circles, pushing you to lean against his chest.
The way you whine when his other hand stops your hips, just mere seconds before you were about to let go, digging his blunt nails to leave faint crescent marks against soft skin.
“poor baby,” he coo’s softly, did you really think he’d let you come so quick?
“‘m sorry. I don’t think you deserve to come just yet.” he watches the way you claw at his shoulders instead, whines and whimpers muffled into his shoulder.
“but maybe..” he trails off, slowly guiding your hips against his now wet thigh once more. The hand on your back trails up, carefully pushing a strand behind your ear, lips tugging wider into a smile when you look up at him all teary.
“maybe if you prove it to me, I can let you come.”
A N . I initially wanted to include nagi n reo but maybe if this does well enough for a p2 🥹.. but as usual, reblogs very much appreciated!
I do not consent to plagiarism, translation, or copying in any form whatsoever. thank you!
“sooo sensitive,” sae purred condescendingly, pushing the vibrating toy harder against your puffy clit. his eyes hungrily tracked the jolting movements your overstimulated body made, his lips even parting slightly in utter fixation.
with you completely naked and drowning in a cold sweat, you weren’t capable of forming words. sae’s body was hovering over top of you. you didn’t have to see him to know — he was sickly enjoying this.
but sae’s lustful hunger came from the fact you haven’t had an orgasm in weeks. neither of you were sure what was going on, but you knew that you’ve struggled to keep a clear head lately.
“can you take it if i do. . .” sae’s thumb gently pushed on a button of the vibrator, the buzzing stimulation now increasing by an insurmountable amount. “. . . this?”
“aah! saeee!” you yelped, your fingers digging helplessly into the wrinkled, messy sheets.
when it reached the third week of you having not been able to orgasm, sae bought a vibrator for you. he told you a new sense of stimulation might help your body react.
“sae, sae! it’s s’much!” you squirm, your hips wriggling frantically under his firm grip. your body achingly searched for a sense of purchase.
“just take it,” he groaned, pressing the vibrator even more against your creamy-coated cunt. “look at how wet it’s making you.”
you sucked back on your saliva that dripped from your quivering lips. your vision blurred as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the relentless force on your throbbing clit making you feel light-headed.
“i. . .” you panted pitifully. “m’so clooseee. . . sae. . . i can feel it sae . . .”
“are you?” he queried mockingly, his voice hoarsely low.
“sae. . .” your cheek smooshed flushed against the sheets now dampened with your heated sweat. your voice was too weak to keep speaking, all your motor skills whipped askew.
sae, with him still holding the vibrator against your sopping clit, leaned down to whisper into your ear, “c’mon, make this pussy cum.”
his words were enough to elicit a core-numbing reaction. your entire body flexed, each muscle going numb as your cunt began crying out milky, dripping liquid. with your breathing ragged and your eyes wet, you completely collapsed onto the bed.
and he still kept the vibrator pressed onto your clit — your clit that began stinging from the never-ending stimulation.
“see? i knew you could still cum,” he said, the softest yet cruelest smirk twitching on his lips, wet from his tongue previously swiping them.
your throat felt dry, a ragged and wincing whimper escaping you as sae finally pulled the toy away, the violent vibrations finally ceasing. your pussy was coated in your juices, pooling at your puffy, heated lips.
sae lightly patted your hip, the vibrator tossed carelessly off to the side. “and you came soo much. i knew you could do it.” with each mocking touch of his palm, your body jolted, still not having fully come down from your high.
“fuck—“ he pants out as he’s fucking you from behind. the smell of his expensive musky cologne filling your senses. one hand is on your hip and the other gripping your ass tightly with spanks here and there.
“so fucking tight for me,” he grunts out as he thrusts deeper into you. his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust he makes— his head thrown back panting as he chases his release.
“fuccckk. m’ gonna cum. you gonna let me fill you?” he breathes out as he leans forward licking your neck, the feeling of his breath making your body feel tingly. you nod making him moan in pleasure before spilling his hot thick load into you.
he flips you around to face him caressing your face gently. his cheeks flushed and sweat dripping from his forehead. he guides your hand to caress his abs letting out a groan biting his lower lip. “baby…” he breathes out almost pathetically. “hm…?” you answer blinking up at him waiting for his response. “…m’ still hard…” your eyes drop down to his thick hard cock twitching and dripping in anticipation. the head swollen and red making your body feel hot and tingly all over again.
“ngh… let me fuck you again, yeah? i made all those goals for you…” he’s already leaning closer to you grinding his cock against your thigh as he moans softly, the warmth and wetness grinding against your leg turns you on like crazy before grabbing him by his necklace and pulling him into a passionate kiss.
he moans into the kiss moving his hands to caress your shoulders and waist as he continues to grind against you before pulling away and attacking your neck by licking and sucking it. “mmm…” he whimpers against your neck leaving marks anywhere he can, because he’s possessive like that.
i’m crine i went MIA for a few days because 1, i had no writing ideas and i was on tinder for fun and that shit has corrupted me. i’ve found so many dadas and fine shyt
Synopsis: Massaging your dear fiancé Sae after a grueling day at training, but the atmosphere shifts, and his dick hardens, indicating a need for some massage as well.
You’re sitting on top of Sae Itoshi, your fiancé, your hands skillfully working to relieve the tension in his muscles, he lets out a low moan as you reach his shoulders, his body relaxing under your touch. You move down to his chest, your hands kneading the flesh, making him groan.
As you move back to massage his abdomen, you can feel something hard pressing against your ass. You pause, your heart skipping a beat. You look back, and you can see the outline of his cock straining against his pants. You bite your lip, your mind racing.
You turn around, your back—now facing Sae Itoshi—and start massaging his legs, working your way down to his calves. You can feel his eyes on you (specifically your ass), and you grin to yourself, knowing what's coming next.
You reach his calves while you’re straddling Sae's waist, his cock pressing against you through his pants. You grin, your hands gripping Sae's thighs as you start to move, grinding against him, feeling his cock harden even more. "Like this, Sae?" you tease, your voice low and sultry.
"Fuck you," Sae growls, as you slowly peel off your panties, revealing your already wet pussy. You smirk, then turn your attention to him, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, hard and ready, and you wrap your hand around the tip, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Is this what you wanted, Sae?" you tease, your voice low and sultry.
His breath catches in his throat as you wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. He can feel the heat of your hand, the softness of your skin, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through him.
You position yourself above him, guiding his cock to your entrance, and he can feel the wetness of your pussy, the heat of it, and it's all he can do to not thrust up into you.
You suddenly drop down, taking him in to the hilt, and moan loudly. He curses, his hands gripping your hips tightly from the sudden jolt of pleasure. "Shit, why'd you do that?" he growls, his voice hoarse with desire.
His cock fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. You begin to move, riding him with a desperation you've never felt before. You bounce up and down, your hips moving in a frantic rhythm, chasing the pleasure that's just out of reach. He grips your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh, pulling you down onto him with each thrust.
“Sae, fuck,” you moan, your pussy clenching around his cock as you ride him faster, desperately chasing your orgasm. His nails dig into your waist, leaving marks, as he grunts in pleasure. “Cum with me,” he murmurs, your body tensing as your orgasm nears.
His hips start to move in time with yours, meeting you thrust for thrust. You can feel the heat building between you, your moans and gasps filling the room. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, and you know he's close.
His thrusts become erratic, matching your own sloppy rhythm. You can feel him swelling inside you, his grip on your waist tightening. "Fuck, I'm close," he grunts, his voice strained. With one final, deep thrust, he cums, his cock pulsing inside you as your body convulses as you ride out your own orgasm. You collapse onto his thighs, both of you panting and covered in sweat.
“So, Sae, what did you think of my massage?” you ask, breathless.
He catches his breath and says, “I believe you enjoyed it more than I did.”
☆ VILLAINESS IS STRESSED BECAUSE SHE'S MARRIED TO AN ASSHOLE!
— a bllk fanfic // you have to marry the worst character in your favourite webtoon.
synopsis: you got reincarnated as a villainess from your favourite webtoon and had to marry the bratty, asshole-y prince, rin itoshi!
pairing: villainess!reader x prince!rin itoshi [aged up]
wc: 12.8k (oh brother, I HAD NO IDEA)
cw: NOT PROOFREAD. rin is an asshole but so is the reader. constant bickering. constant disrespect. mutual understanding at some point? nsfw includes: inexperienced!rin. rin gets easily flustered. cunn*lingus. bl*wjob. org*sms (m and f). "teaching sex." pen*tration. r*w. cre*mpie. they're both emotionally constipated, going tit for tat really. that's all ig :p
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"OH MY GOD—!!" you grinned to yourself, kicking your feet up your bed and giggling to yourself like a maniac as you read on the latest chapter of your favourite webtoon. the main female lead of the webtoon had passed all hurdles set by the villainess to finally marry the older itoshi prince — prince sae itoshi! oh god, you had been waiting for this for so, so long!
you sighed and put your phone to the side. blinking up at your uneventful white ceiling, you groaned and raked your palms over your face. "god. wouldn't it be great to marry a guy like prince sae?"
even if your statement sounded pathetic, you couldn't help but wish for it to be true. calm, cool, collected — the holy trinity that made prince sae so charming! you could only dream of a man like him. there was no man on the mortal realm that could even compare close to sae. you couldn't possibly find someone like him here. oh, how you hated not being able to go inside the story!
but... not having someone like prince sae in this world, also meant that there existed nobody like prince rin — sae's younger brother. gosh, you haaaated that motherfucker! snobby, annoying fucker! every time he came in a chapter, you skipped along and prayed that it wasn't important for the plot. he was just the worst of the worst — selfish, condescending, and with the charm of a shellfish! thank god, prince rin was going to end up marrying the villainess! they deserved each-other.
a soft chime from your phone broke your train of thought. you cocked your head to the side, realizing that you had been daydreaming of a world that didn't exist. well, it doesn't harm to dream, right? it's not like you'd be able to go into that webtoon, hah!
━━━━☆⭒
when you woke up from your night's sleep, you were grumpy enough. a new day brought about more responsibilities that you had to meet as a half-failing adult — job, bills, taxes. so, you were surprised to open your bleary vision to a royally decorated room.
under you, there lay a plush mattress and the nightgown adorning your body was silken smooth. you sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. you cocked your head around and found more things — a vintage dresser, a humongous window overlooking the kingdom and crown molding ceilings. realization set in, you were in one of the many rooms of the royal palace from your favourite webtoon! hah, you were dreaming!
you believed it was called lucid dreaming — wherein a person could control their dreams. while you had heard of the concept in passing, you didn't realize you were a master of it! because there's no way you have lucid dreamed yourself into being in your favourite webtoon. that was hysterical! you yawned and laid back down on the plush mattress, half impressed with your own subconscious. if you had walked yourself into this weird dream, you could simply walk yourself out! lucid dreaming was just that after all — dreaming.
the doors opened with a grunt and someone sauntered in. her high-pitched voice greeted you, "MISS! WAKE UP! TODAY IS A RATHER IMPORTANT DAY! IT IS YOUR AND PRINCE RIN'S ENGAGEMENT!"
you snickered, still half-asleep, "yeah. as if i'd marry a bum like him."
the woman didn't seem to hear you, still adamant on waking you up. "MISS!"
"go away." you groaned, pulling one of the many feather-filled pillows over your face, "i wanna sleep."
the pillow was yanked off of you, and you opened your vision to the... the villainess' lady-in-waiting?! her character design... seemed so real. what the fuck was this dream?! it was starting to piss you off now. and guess what, you weren't even the main character! you were the villainess?!
you yanked the pillow back from the young lady with narrowed eyes, "go away! i am trying to sleep here." you grumbled to yourself, "how do you stop this fucking dream?"
your lady-in-waiting yanked the pillow back. in her eyes, you saw concern. she pursed her lips, "i understand that you're upset with what has transpired, miss. it is rather unfortunate that prince sae is marrying that village whore! but..." your lady-in-waiting whispered, "marrying prince rin is a perfect opportunity to get closer with prince sae! see the silver lining, i beg you! it's only the engagement now, you shall win over prince sae before your marriage is official!"
you blinked — once, twice. then, you furrowed your brows. "are you high?"
your lady-in-waiting furrowed her brows as well, "pardon?"
"nothing." you sighed, giving up. clearly, you were mistaken! you were no master of lucid dreaming! although you had gotten yourself into this mess, there was no way you could walk yourself out! so, now, you had to go along with it. you had to wait it out till your alarm rang and pulled you out of this faux reality and into one where you were a corporate slave.
"up, up!" your lady cheered and you sat up begrudgingly. she led you through the motions of the morning — the expensive bath, the even more expensive dresses and jewels. slowly, you realized that this was probably not a bad dream to be in. out of all you could have chosen, this reality was definitely the best choice!
well... that was until the evening came. by the time the sun set, two things became glaringly obvious:
1. you were NOT dreaming. either you were dead, or you had done what had never been done before — entered into this webtoon!
2. this meant that you were to marry prince rin itoshi — that hot-headed, teal-eyed freak whom you hated dearly! you couldn't even skip him in real life.
you couldn't skip him as he crossed his arms over his sculpted chest and grumbled, "what is it that you want?"
now, you inhaled slowly, standing toe to toe in front of the raven-headed, younger prince in a balcony. a gentle waltz played from inside the grand ceremony hall, punctuated by the laughs of high nobility. the engagement ceremony was about to begin, and you had pulled the younger prince out into the balcony to have a word with him.
"say it." the way he said it — all resigned, and high-and-mighty made your jaw clench. you swallowed down your irritation and replied coolly, "i do not wish to marry you."
"huh?" he cocked a brow, tightening his crossed arms across his broad chest. "was it not your father who had begged my father for this arrangement just a few days prior?"
you swallowed down your anger again. "yes. it was. but now, i do not wish to marry you. so, call it off. mkay?"
first off, you were stuck in your favourite webtoon! second, now that you were here, you were to marry him?! rin itoshi?! unbelievable! this can't do! if you were stuck here, then you wanted to be with sae, not rin!
but to your surprise, rin itoshi laughed. he laughed, "what?"
you furrowed your brows, "what do you mean 'what?'"
"I cannot call off the wedding." he stated calmly. you took a step forward daringly. your eyes met his. mustering up all your frustration in one single threat, you spit out. "listen. if you marry me, I will make your life hell."
"tch. so very scary." he rolled his teal eyes and the high nobility laughed from far off. somehow, their faded laughter made it feel like they were laughing at you, as if this was some grand cosmic joke and you were the butt of it! everyone was pissing you off here!
you fisted your palms and leaned towards him, "i mean it. hell."
rin scanned your face for a second. when he spoke, he sounded clear, "you fancy my brother."
"that does not matter." you replied back, "all i know is that I don't fancy you." and that was the truth!
you saw rin's jaw settle into a gritted stance. when he parted his lips, a scoff made its way out. "had you just said yes, maybe I would have considered calling off this marriage. i do not wish to compete with my brother over my wife-to-be." he paused, his eyes narrowed. "however, with your current... well, demeanor. i have no interest in abiding by your whims."
your eyes widened, "what are you saying?"
"i shan't call off the marriage."
"but—"
rin stepped closer. his breath fanned over your face. "and far as you're concerned with making my life hell. try. i wish to see just what you find yourself capable of."
if it weren't for the hatred burning in your chest, perhaps you would have faltered at this closeness. but with that statement, the younger prince turned around and went back into that wretched hall which, no doubt, awaited your demise.
that night you were engaged to your biggest nightmare - rin fucking itoshi.
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three days later.
"the prince and the princess to be shall now give us a speech!" the rather jolly man nodded into the mic, looking over the generous crowd of commonfolk that had collected in the gardens down below. you and rin glared at them, almost mad at them for turning up for your humiliation.
rin took to the mic. clearing his throat, he leaned into it. "as you know, our marriage stands just a month apart. our families look forward to the union and I..." the crowd awaited something juicy. he gave them nothing. he shrugged, monotonous. "i'm very elated. i look forward to this part of my life. thank you."
next up, you took the mic. you gave your husband-to-be a fleeting, nasty side-glance, "thank you, prince itoshi for those riveting words. i can hear just how elated you are."
rin narrowed his eyes but didn't say a word.
you addressed the crowd and smiled. nobody smiled back. you recalled how the villainess had humiliated the FMC a few chapters back, but it had blown up in her face because sae defended the FMC in front of everyone else. right... you forgot you were the villainess.
you swallowed and nodded, "hey-? i mean hello...? hello, fellow people." wincing, you ignored the way rin scoffed in the background at your failed attempt of communication. clearing your throat, you instead smiled at the crowd. if you couldn't change your fate to marry sae, then the least you could do was stop being a villainess in everyone's eyes! if you were stuck here, you'd atleast want to be liked!
you sighed, "i understand that my actions in the previous chapt-err, days... yes, days. my behavior in the past few days has been questionable. i deeply apologize for it. i never wanted to make a spectacle, nor did i mean to humiliate anyone. i hope everyone finds in their hearts to forgive me. i apologize, truly." nobody clapped, but you saw their faces soften. you continued, "i also wanted to thank prince itoshi to give me this opportunity to fix the mess i've created. i look forward to our marriage. thank you."
one person clapped, then two. by the time you bowed, atleast ten people had given you their support out of a group of hundred.
you and rin waved and walked in through the gigantic doors of the balcony into the corridors of the castle.
you addressed rin once, "good day."
and with that, you turned on your heel and made way towards your chamber. your lady-in-waiting trailed after you. you didn't intent to talk to rin. the less you talked to him, the better! he couldn't piss you off if you didn't entertain him! this was basically the real life version of skipping his chapters.
but before you could progress far, you heard rin speak from behind. "who knocked sense into you? was it this maid of yours?"
you turned around and glared. "what?"
"that speech..." he paused, averting his gaze from yours for just a fraction of the second. then, his eyes were back on yours — sharp and jaded. "you know, for a second i actually believed you. i believed that you actually felt guilty for how you humiliated her that day... sae's bride-to-be."
"i am guilty—" you began but rin cut it short with a scoff, "yeah? the last I knew, you were trying to steal her husband. doesn't sound like you're too guilty."
your nostrils flared! sure, yes. the original villainess in the story wanted to break the FMC and sae apart, but not you! you were more than happy wearing extravagant dresses and eating delicious food while having to do no work. you took a step forward and grunted, "that's not true. i do not have any interest in prince sae. i wish them nothing but a happy, fruitful life."
"hm?" there it was! that cocky, annoying tone of his! rin rolled his eyes, "how peculiar, this change of heart of yours. how wonderful."
how could he hurl those accusations at you! you crossed your arms and stressed the words. "yes, indeed. my benevolence is one of my greatest virtues."
"hah, evidently so." he followed up by crossing his arms as well. "but you do not wish to marry me. what is that to suggest, if not the fact that you do indeed fancy my older brother."
"that is irrelevant!" you snapped. "i do not fancy you, yes! but your brother comes nowhere in the equation! you're just a cunt—!"
rin's eyebrows furrowed and you realized that you had just called the royal prince, the royal HIGHNESS a... a 'cunt'. oh, fuck man. you were totally gonna get executed! they were gonna guillotine you like you were one of those french, rich fucks! fuck, fuck, fuck.
you awaited thundering, a brutal death sentence, anything! instead, rin brushed past you and moved forward. his knight, sir isagi followed after him. before he could go very far, though, he said, "good day to you, too." and stormed off.
you looked to your lady-in-waiting, "is he going to execute me?"
she gave you a confuddled look, "what's a cunt...?"
OH RIGHT! cunt was possibly not a commonly used word in the mediaeval period! rin probably doesn't even know it's a bad thing! oh thank god! you shook your head, "nothing! uh, can i have some tea?"
"sure!"
"and uh, can you put generous amount of honey in it?"
"sure!"
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a week later.
"hold my hand with one of yours. tighter. yes. and now another one of my shoulder. correct." rin breathed in, dictating your moves as the two of you waltzed in the ballroom. the crowd watched as the two of glided on the marble floor — or well, attempted to glide as you kept stepping on rin's foot for the third time in the last seven minutes.
"tch." his brows furrowed, he bit down his lower lip in an effort to not groan in pain. he tightened his jaw and grit out. "were you not educated on ballroom etiquettes?"
you didn't know ballroom dancing, you didn't even know the 'b' of ballroom dancing. for all you knew, it just looked pretty in videos! but here you were, being forced to dance with this headache of a man. the king had arranged a feast, inviting commonsfolk to come see you and prince rin. your lady-in-waiting had told you how it was to make the two of you seem more pleasing, more grounded and approachable. you weren't sure how well that plan was working as you and rin bit jabs and barks at each other while dancing.
"i—" you wanted to snap back, but you remembered your own strategy. the less you engaged with him, the less he could piss you off. so, you pursed your lips and nodded, "you're right. i am sorry. let me follow in your command."
but instead of him snapping out of his high-and-mighty attitude, your answer just spurred him on. he nodded, pleased. "indeed. you should do as i say, perhaps then you would not wreck havoc with every second move like an oaf."
oaf?! oh, that great toad! how fucking dare he?! being nice to him was pointless. he was like an abysmal void of negativity, who sucked out any goodness in your heart! all he deserved were crude words and actions and getting skipped.
you stepped on his left feet again, this time on purpose. you smiled, pleased yourself, "oh, apologies. i do move like an oaf, it seems."
he gritted out, "i do not see a sensible reason to marry a woman of your kind."
you grinned, all cashmere, "then, please, lord! call off this marriage."
he scoffed, his teal eyes narrowing in focus, "i shan't. i shan't give you what you want."
"fine." you stepped on his right feet this time, and he narrowly avoided getting stepped on by pulling his feet out in time. he hissed, "cease that. now."
"cease this marriage!"
"i shan't." he whispered.
you whispered back, "then deal with a lifetime of me stepping on your foot, aha!"
he grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, and you were sure you just got cursed in medieval english. well, whatever. not like you cared what he thought of you anyways! he was such a cu—
"cunt." he gritted and you snapped your eyes to his. he was pretty, had it not been for his abysmal attitude, he looked similar to his brother sae. they were both beautiful. you snapped, "what?"
"you named me that word a few nights over."
"i-" your lips opened and closed. if you apologized now, it would seem like you had said something insulting to him, which might get your killed. so, instead, you nodded, "yes, i did. what about it?"
"i..." he breathed out, holding his head higher as he twirled you around in time with the music. "nothing. oaf."
━━━━☆⭒
another week later.
"you... you see..." your lady-in-waiting started slowly, trailing after you as the two of you made your way through the moonlit corridors. "can i be candid...?"
you glanced back and nodded with a smile. she swallowed at your gesture and lowered her gaze, "you seem to be different now, miss."
"huh?" you laughed, "in a good way or—?"
she cut you off, quick and shaken, "yes! g-good way. i mean, you don't seem to be as preoccupied with prince sae and... and you never used to be the kind to willingly go to the library at such late hours of the night, unless it was for a scheme against that wretched woman." she said, referencing the FMC.
"ah..." you breathed in, shrugging, "well, change happens when you least expect it."
truth was, you had begrudingly come to terms that perhaps, you were to be stuck here forever, and if you were going to be the villainess, you needed everyone to stop hating you so much. so you had started being nicer, even making an attempt to reconcile with the FMC. and as for the library, lazing about had been ruined for you after two weeks of doing just that. you were growing bored, so you decided to read something instead. there was no other mode of entertainment here, anyway. not unless you considered the jester, and you didn't consider him a funny man.
you approached the library and the guards pulled the open the door to let you in. once inside, you marveled at the sheer size of the room. you had never come in here, only having seen the setting from the one chapter where sae and FMC met here for their first kiss.
stepping in, you swerved your head around to take in the intricate wooden shelves upon shelves upon shelves that stood from the floor to the ceiling. and the ceiling itself had a circular glass opening in the middle, allowing for the moonlight to pour straight in. your eyes took in the place in wonder, "wow."
"leave me alone, would you?" you heard the irritating, grating sound of rin's voice. snapping your head back, you came face to face with him. as per custom, you bowed, "prince rin."
"what are you doing here?" he asked, cold and shrewd. you picked yourself up and nodded to the vast expanse of books, "searching for a book."
"didn't think you fancied those."
"didn't think you did either, and yet, the two of us stand here."
"it is quite late." he quipped and you smiled, humorless, "it is the same time for you as it is for me, lord."
he pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as if he didn't quite know how to answer you. in his hand, he held a leatherbound, heavy book. you looked at the book and then to him. neither of you said anything, standing in utter, cold silence, shrinking down between the tall shelves of the library.
finally sighing, he nodded, "very well. goodnight."
the man took a step forward, quick to cross you by and leave when you turned around and caught yourself speaking, "that seems like it's... heavy." as soon as the words were out of your system, you were wincing and pretending like you hadn't said them. i mean, why in god's name would you care to make conversation with that pig-headed man?!
"pardon?" he turned back around, tilting his head to the side. his inky hair fell to the side, his teal eyes shining in the dark. he seemed... almost human like this, no longer the insolent fool that irked you. your words faltered at his expression, "u-uh... the book." you said rather quietly, "...seems heavy."
he looked from you to the book, then back at you. perhaps, you had imagined it but his voice came out softer, "it's not that bad."
and almost instinctively, you couldn't resist asking, "what is it about?"
prince rin itoshi — unnerving, condescending, with his holier-than-thou attitute — blinked slowly. he brought his free hand to his neck, scratching as if it'll make the silence less awkward. at the shift in his demeanor, you immediately raised your arms in surrender, eyes widening to the size of saturn, "you do not have to answer if you do not wish to—"
"it's... about a game." you saw him start and promptly shut up. "it's about this chinese... game. cuju. there's a spherical object, usually a rock or something stuffed inside animal hide and people kick it around—" he stopped, "nothing. it's rather boring."
"does it interest you? this game?"
he paused again, as if your question was something he couldn't anticipate. he shrugged, "i suppose. the only games we are allowed as royalty are... rather bleak and boring."
"i s'pose i understand. ugh. this entire place is bleak and boring." you sighed, already missing the comfort of your manga and other forms of media. it surely concerned you, how your dopamine release was so closely connected to your weekly release of manga chapters but well, you missed them dearly.
at your genuine words, rin laughed — something short and airy, that didn't last long. but it lasted long enough to make your eyes widen and jaw fall agape. rin itoshi never laughed! never as much as smiled! it was a running gag in the manga that he was physically incapable of smiling. which was such a shame because... because he was so pretty when he smiled.
"i'm glad someone agrees with me." he admitted, "most people... they cannot look past the tea parties and the grand estates."
"uh, right." you pursed your lips, still unrecovered from his previous action. you nodded, bowing again, "goodnight, then."
you expected to hear the soft pitter-patter of his feet carrying him away, but instead, you raised your head to him still standing there. he spoke softly, as if surprised at the fact that he was still standing there, "what are you here in the search for?"
honestly, some BL would be good right now. but you assumed they didn't have any in here. something something ancient times, something something homophobia. but you were willing to settle for any kind of romance or drama.
pink tainted your cheek, you already assumed that if you confessed about wanting to read romance, he would call you an oaf and make a quip about women only wanting to read those genres. but eitherways, you bit your lip and admitted, "perhaps, some romance?"
"oh." he paused and you expected some sort of a jab. but none came. instead, you swear his pale cheeks reddened. he nodded, "do you like to read those...?"
you saved yourself the humiliation by cutting in, "yes. it's..." you sighed. "i presume, it is rather nice to read something sweet and fictional, for i have abandoned any hope for romance in the real world."
you laughed, thinking rin would too, thinking you would catch a sight of his smile again like a man starved aching for the last morsel of rice.
instead, his lips pulled themselves into something that resembled a pout, "that is not a very nice thing to admit to your husband-to-be."
your cheeks heated, and you weren't sure whether it was from the jab itself or the fact that this was the longest you two had gone without hurling insults at each-other and perhaps, that peaceful time was about to come to a halt. "oh? sor— apologies."
the pout melted away, as he chose to pull his full lips into a faint smile. "but then again, you did warn me of how much you do not fancy me."
you bunched your brows. did this asshole forget how he usually acted? it was impossible for you to harbor any hopes of romance from him. so, you bit back, retorting to your usual. "you do not fancy me either!"
"when did i ever utter those words?"
perhaps it was too late at night, or perhaps you were going insane here from all the teas and the puddings. what did he say?!
he continued, "but perhaps, you are right. romance is pretty hopeless. it has rendered my brother rather useless. all he cares about, day or night, is her. it's getting rather ridiculous to see."
well, cultured women reading the manga called sae "goals", not a useless man. but ofcourse, how would a hater like rin ever understand that!
you huffed, "well, if you were to ever love somebody, then you would perhaps understand your brother. his wife-to-be is a lucky woman. most yearn to find a man who loves them so." you shrugged, "it can't be helped if your heart is made of stone, prince."
his lips twitched into a smile, "perhaps. perhaps not. i hope you find a book that catches your interest. fair night to you."
and before you could say anything, he was already moving to the door and walking out. you watched as the door shut behind him, silence engulfing your frame.
"that was longest you and prince rin have gone without arguing! how wonderful!" your lady-in-waiting chirped. you jolted at her voice, for you had almost forgotten she was even standing there. you turned around to face her and gave her a awkward grin, "y-yes. how... wonderful, indeed. could you lead me to the romance section, please?"
"of course! follow me."
━━━━☆⭒
three days later.
"you, again." and though his words were the kind you hated, rin didn't have his usual condescending tone as he crossed paths with you, late night at the library. you hadn't expected to run into him, thinking that coincidences like that happened only once a lifetime in such an humongous palace but seems like fate had other plans.
you bowed, more out of habit than respect, "prince rin."
"finished reading your book already?" he cocked an eyebrow as you straightened your back, "indeed."
"did it light the dying embers of romance in your heart?"
a sly smile tugged at the ends of your lips, "positively, yes."
"hm?" he nodded, solemn, "how wonderful."
"and how far along are you with your book?" you asked next, exchanging pleasant commentary before it turned sour. "cuju...? that was it, right?"
his eyes widened, if only slightly, as if he didn't expect you to remember that name. his lips parted and he cleared his throat, looking to the ground, "yes. intriguing. it was very informative."
"are you here for another book?"
he nodded, "as are you, i presume."
"hm." you nodded, "i have plenty of idle time here." shrugging, you looked around, "what are you looking for, another book on the nature of games?"
"that..." he paused for a second, shying his attention from your face to his hand. he brought his hand up and twisted the ring that sat on his ring finger, the one that you had adorned him with almost three weeks prior. "would you... do you think i should..." he cleared his throat, bringing his gaze back to yours, "i was wondering if i should read the book you had picked last time."
you stilled, "the... romance...?"
he stiffened, again shifting his gaze from you to the tallest shelves that kissed the ceiling, "yes, i pondered about what... you said..." he sighed, miserably settling on a sentence, "you accused of my heart being stone and i wondered if that book would be enough to move me."
you had just begun to grin, begun to think about teasing him when he cut himself off with a loud interjection, "well, i- i am not going to." he stuttered as his eartips turned pink, "it was just a thought. a thought i have long abandoned."
well, perhaps that was for the best. the book contained some... rather spicy scenes. you were no historian, so you didn't expect the vivid descriptions of phalluses and wet caverns to grace the pages but they had! turns out, humans have been freaky from the dawn of time. you surely didn't want the prince to think of you like that! he didn't seem like the man who could handle that information well.
you smiled, "well, that is to your judgement, prince. as you deem fit."
"hm. fair night."
"fair night to you as well."
after that, you didn't have a lasting conversation with rin itoshi, not until the night before your wedding. not until he punched someone for you.
━━━━☆⭒
ten days later.
your eyes widened, jaw falling agape as a soft sound escaped you. you didn't know who to look at — your husband-to-be who was heaving and clutching his knuckle or the nobleman on the ground with a bleeding lip.
it was supposed to be a celebratory night, a night where the high nobility and guests from nearby kingdoms mingled to celebrate your wedding to come. you had been informed that the feast was more a diplomatic evening, to familiarize yourself with the neighbouring kingdom's nobility than it was to celebrate your and rin's marriage the next day. you had obliged and turned up, not like you had a choice.
everything had been going swimmingly. the waltz was gentle and enough to lull you in sleep if you let it, the chandliers glimmered and glinted, the champagne in your hand was bubbly and delectable, all was good. all was good. until rin itoshi punched a man and watched him fall to the ground with no remorse.
"RIN—?" his father echoed, quick to move to the scene and help the man up. with the urgency in your to-be father in law's step, you assumed the man was important. you wanted to step in, wanted to take his hand in your own and inspect the bruises but before you could even take a step forward, rin was being escorted off by his personal knight. as he made his way out of the dining hall, he gave you a look — something hard to decipher.
rin wasn't a violent man. crude, cruel and unlikeable? yes. but not violent. you assumed he had good reason to hit the man, and in due time you came to know of it.
at night, when you had changed out of your expensive party gown and into an expensive night gown, your lady-in-waiting approached you with careful step.
"i found out why prince rin hit that man today." she started off slowly.
instantly, you asked, "why?"
"apparently, the man had..." she stopped, as if choosing her next words carefully. "this is just what i heard but... apparently, the man had make snide remarks about your character, calling you names. the younger prince lost his temper and... well, that." yeah that: a old, fat, bald man with a bruised, bleeding lip on the ground.
instead of feeling warmth blossom into your chest at the idea of him saving you, you laughed instead. your lady-in-waiting blinked, surprised as you clutched your chest and laughed, "surely, you have gotten the wrong idea. who told you of this?"
prince rin itoshi wouldn't even hurt a fly for you, much less a man of much court ranking.
your lady-in-waiting bit her lip, "a friend of mine works in the infirmary, she overheard the officials recount the event and informed me."
you waved your hand, "this is all bullshit—!"
"bullshit...?"
"it's pointless." you argued, "i am sure somebody made this up to make the story seem more interesting. to make us seem more interesting. he would never hit a man for me." because rin itoshi wasn't this stupid. hell, he wasn't this... this lovestruck. he could never! and you refused to believe it, even with your wedding the very next day.
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the next night.
"will... will they stand outside?" you stuttered, looking at the humongous door that led out of rin's chambers.
his chambers had been decorated, with flowers and candles littered fashionably everywhere. there was a sweet, musky aroma in the air, something that almost made you feel lightheaded.
still looking at the door, you wrung your hands and bit your lip, "will they come check?!" at the prospect of that idea, your heart thumped louder in your ear.
rin stood at the edge of his bed, arms folded over his chest and still in his royal attire from the wedding ceremony. his eyes followed you, watching you intently as you paced the room with your heart on your tongue.
he started off slowly, as if not to make you jump, "you knew... you had known prior that they would want us to consummate? right?"
"i... well, yes."
and you had! your lady-in-waiting had told you about how in royal lineages, on the day of the wedding, the royal family watched the newly weds consummate. that had you almost throwing up. almost. but then she had assured you that the tradition had been long given up on, with now most opting to not do that. instead, they came to check the newly put, ivory bedsheets the next day, hoping to see a splotch of blood there — both as a proof of the woman's virginity and as proof of their... first night together. you knew this. you knew this, and yet you didn't have the stomach to do this.
"then?"
you snapped. he was being so calm about it, that you seemed irrationally stupid! "well, i didn't expect them to stand outside your door, waiting for us to fuck!"
"f-fuck...?" he whispered and you almost ripped your hair out of your scalp. right now wasn't the time to play translator!
rin watched the look of agony on your face and asked sincerely, "is something else the issue? are... are you not pure?"
"what?" you snapped again, this time with venom in your eyes. "does my virginity matter?!" and though you knew it didn't, the look that crossed his face seemed otherwise. you quickly shifted the conversation, not lingering at your futile attempt to liberate women in the middle ages. "and- and besides, it is not the... the purity of the situation that worries me. i just... we shouldn't." you winced, throwing your hands up dramatically, "you do not like me! and i find it rather ridiculous that we are being forced to... to c-consummate under such circumstances."
rin eyed you, studying you like you were one of those games he liked so much. then, he pursed his head and nodded, "they won't leave until they hear something substantial." you looked at him, wide-eyed as he continued, "and they would come to check for a bloodstain tomorrow."
"i know. the bloodstain isn't even a sign of losing one's virginity! that is such a myth."
rin pulled his brows together, as if he didn't believe your words.
you sighed, defeated. there was no way out. perhaps if you just got through it quickly...?
but rin had other plans as he suggested, "nonetheless, the bloodstain aspect of it all is easy. i'd make a small cut on my arms, enough to draw blood but not enough to turn fatal. we use the blood to stain the sheets. that should be enough to satiate them."
"what?!" you pitched higher, "cut yourself?! are you positively out of your mind?!"
"well, do you wish to consummate with me, then?" he snapped, irritated at your words.
you crossed your arms, "if anyone has to bleed, i shall! it's a predicament that bothers me, anyway!"
"no need. i can forgo a little bit of blood. i shan't die." he said calmly. his tone pissed you off! could he, for one second, not be such an asshole?!
"i shan't let you—!" you whispered shouted, not backing down.
knock, knock, knock.
"WE HEAR NO NOISE!" a far-off voice carried itself into his chambers and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. noises?! they wanted noises?! "SHOULD WE COME TO CHECK IN, PRINCE?"
"NO." rin shouted back, "WE... WE ARE GETTING TO IT. PATIENCE, AUNT."
he gave you a look, something that was basically a warning to choose quick. you jabbed an index in his direction, still whisper shouting, "we shall see who's bleeding later. for now... i just want them gone."
rin's pale skin flared red at your words and their implication. they wanted noise, something to... something to make them believe you two were doing what husbands and wives were supposed to.
"we can..." you corrected yourself, "i can fake the noises, pretend that we... we are doing something."
"it shall be..." he tightened his arms across his chest and sighed. "it shall be obvious if it's just you making noises."
"right... so you should as well."
"theoretically, yes."
you swallowed, "but it's just pretend... so, if you don't mind...?"
he swallowed too, and you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat, "o-of course."
you bit your lip, "uh... so, should I just...? start...?"
"perhaps," he stole a glance at the expensive bedding. his king sized bed was clad in glistening, ivory sheets atop which rose petals were arranged. "perhaps we should at least take to the bed?" he held up a hand in explanation, "in the off-chance of those- those people barging in. it would be weird for them to see us..."
"standing so far apart, yes." you finished, nodding.
heat blossomed from the apple of your cheeks to your neck as you took ginger steps towards the bed. you climbed in from one end, while he did the same from the other side. you sat yourself down at one edge, and he did the same to the opposite. there was a lifetime of difference between the two of you.
rin looked at you, then immediately snapped his head away. you did much the same. this cycle of looking at each other and shying away continued till—
"—SHALL WE COME IN, PRINCE? ARE YOU HAVING TROUBLES?" and perhaps it was the paranoia, but you felt the door creak open just slightly, not enough for anyone to peek in, but to serve as a reminder that there were people outside. standing. waiting.
rin flamed hot, "NO! I AM DOING PERFECTLY FINE IN HERE!"
"ARE YOU SURE, PRINCE?"
"PLENTY SURE."
he looked at you and winced, "pardon them."
you nodded quickly, "pardoned." you tried to subside the jump in your heart but it was to no avail. you could hear your pulse in your throat, "s-should i begin?"
"well—" the entirety of his stoic face was red by now, the kind that made it seem like he was having an allergic flare up. his voice dropped low, as if he was praying you wouldn't hear what you said next. "should you not come a little... closer? just because if they do barge in—" his eyes shot to the door in time with yours.
you nodded quickly again, "yes. yes. very well." you scooted yourself in exactly five inches. rin looked at you, with furrowed eyebrows, "I meant, perhaps meet me down the middle."
oh, god. you were sure you resembled a tomato more than a human, at this point. you repeated, "middle...?"
"middle."
you scooted in closer, he did as well until there was a few inches between you two. if you reached out, you could probably take his hand in yours, trace your fingertips over the bruise on his knuckle. you looked down to your lap, "is this... fine?"
"more than fine."
you swallowed, feeling like your mouth was betraying you by forgoing all moisture. your voice was shaky as you started, "a-ah— p-prince..." your eyes shot to the door, as if you were to give the performance of a lifetime.
"rin." he said softly, and you looked at him, whispering, "pardon?"
"j-just call me rin."
saying prince while you fake moaned was doable, you could, for a moment, pretend that you were just doing world's weirdest role play but calling him by his name? no. that... that was proposterous!
"and perhaps... if we are to just... pretend." he tugged at his collar, as if the skin underneath his expensive attire was overheating him. "we can just... just..."
"kiss?" you quipped, surprising yourself with a small, pitched sound afterwards.
he looked at you, "we— we won't go any further."
"we shan't."
"shan't at all."
your eyes fell to his full lips, the ones you had only seen tugged up in slight amusement. you took to his eyes once more, and found them already trained on you. "just... just a kiss."
"just... that." his eyes tracked along your lips, impatient.
all you did was nod once and he was moving his body over to yours. leaning in, his face inched nearer to yours and you closed your eyes — both in fear of liking what you saw, or not liking it.
first came his smell — musky and woodsy, something so carnally rin. it permeated your body, sinking into your bloodstream. second, came his hand — soft and nimble — as he placed them to your cheeks. you felt feverish under his touch. third, came his breath — flat against your cupid's bow as you felt him close the gap. finally, came his lips — soft. there was nothing you could say to describe it. to describe him. he was euphoric.
he pressed his lips against yours, soft and diligent, as if he was scared to do anything more. he didn't move, didn't deepen the kiss, didn't do anything more. so, you took matters into your hands. literally.
you planted your hands on either sides of his cheeks and kissed him back. though your eyes remained closed, you heard a wayward whimper escape the stoic prince. you slotted your lips against his, kissing him till you could feel the taste of his mouth on yours linger for eternity.
one of his frantic hands came to your waist and slowly, rin shifted his body weight in a way that had him hovering over your body as you kissed him.
"mmph—" he groaned, blissful as you licked the seam of his lips and teased his tongue with your own. his heart jumped to his throat, eyes clenching shut with each swipe of your tongue against his. "haah—!"
he parted from your lips, strings of lewd saliva bridging your lips to his. he traced his lips down your jaw, kissing down to your throat. his voice came raspy, needy, "use your voice."
you stuttered at his command, "w-what?"
he met your eyes with a crimson blush, "they're waiting to hear us."
"o-oh." your lips parted open as he delved his face back to your neck, licking a fat strip down the column on your throat. your breath got stuck somewhere between your mouth and your trachea as he finally sunk his teeth into your pulse. "prince r-rin, oh lord."
"louder." he kissed the indents and you moaned at the feeling of his hot saliva slobbering against the blossoming pain, "l-lord, you... you feel 'sgood."
he kept his mouth latched to your mouth, unyielding as his eyes met yours. he hummed against your skin, as if he had forgotten that you two were just pretending. his words were punctuated with a flurry of kisses, "so sweet."
you two don't know how long you were at it, him circling his lips over yours and you over his. by the time you two stopped, your breaths were ragged, eyes blown wide with lust and necks bruised with blossoms of desperation.
you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back. he looked at you, eyes blown open wide and heaving.
"princess..." his voice was light, almost escaping you in your nonsensical state. "i... can I touch you?"
your body felt as if it were on fire, "touch me...?" your eyes darted to the door, "why? have they not left yet?"
"i-" he swiveled his head back to look at the metallic door, and then back to you. "i don't think they did."
"how do you know?" you quipped, already watching him lean into you with that hungry, gleaming look in his eyes. his lips pressed over yours, his words gruff, "just do."
"but prince—?"
"please. as men do to their wives." you saw his adam's apple bob in his throat again. "if you let me."
all rationale left in your brain begged you to say no, to tell him that this was a terribly bad idea. but you felt yourself nod.
in a second, rin was pulling up your full skirt upwards, throwing the ruffles of fabric up in the air as he desperately tried to uncover what was underneath.
your undergarments were wet with your slick, something that made rin's pants stiffen even more as he rid you of them.
a small noise escaped his mouth and you instinctively felt your thighs attempt to clamp shut. you stuttered, uncharacteristically red. "w-what?!"
his hands pushed your thighs apart with a ravenous hunger in his eyes, "don't run now."
you whimpered at the intensity of his words, hiding your gaze beneath your sweaty, clamoring palms for barely a second before he was tugging at you wrist and forcing you to look at him, "no. your eyes on me."
heat ran up your face, cumulating somewhere in your head. you swallowed harshly as he leaned in closer to your gushing centre and swiped a finger up and down your slit.
your back arched, "rin."
he studied you like you were one of those games he was so enamored by, like he could understand how he could break you and build you up with just one look. he swiped his fingers up your slit again, collecting your juices on the tip of finger.
a heavy breath escaped his lips, his eyes unable to look away from your sweet, twitching cunt. "is it... alright?"
you nodded once, "yes... you can use your..." you cringed at the words that left your lips next because there was no way the second prince of the kingdom knew what giving head meant. "mouth too."
you expected resistance, or for his eyes to blow wide open. instead, the man dived in almost immediately. his lips circled your clit, his tongue flattening against the throbbing nub. it was as if he could feel your heartbeat on his smooth tongue.
he traced his tongue against your cunt, swiping it up and down in a motion that had you bucking your hips up into his mouth. your hands tangled against his hair as your voice broke, "f-fuck, yes."
rin raised his eyes to your face, unrelenting still in the way his mouth worked against you. his tongue pushed and prodded against the bundle of nerves till your felt your spine tighten and muscles spasm. you cried loudly, half for the performance and half from the thrill of his face against your apex, "prince rin— oh my god! i'm going to—?!"
at your confession, his vigor tripled. he lapped at your core like a hungry dog, drinking down the sweet nectar in lecherous, long sips.
you broke from inside out as waterfalls of sticky juice gushed out of you — sticky and sickly sweet as it splashed against his face.
rin licked his lips, raising his head up slightly to look at you. you were heaving — your chest and neck was painted red, eyes blown open and lustful, with your bosom stuttering up and down. your wedding dress was in shambles, pushed halfway up to your abdomen and falling from the straps at your shoulder.
you looked at him and swallowed again, finding words harder to come by, "p-prince...?"
"again." he grunted, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you in against himself.
your thighs trembled in protest, "no- no need. i'm certain that your family has left—!"
he eyes locked into yours, the same hungry gleam returning with vengeance. "no. they haven't."
"you do not know of that, prince—!"
but he buried his face in your heat again, uncaring for your protests or rationale logic. you should have known this, once prince rin itoshi set his mind to something, he accomplished it to the fullest.
two more orgasms later, that is how he now had your thighs spread wide open — with your core dripping down sex to his hungry mouth. he gulped mouthfuls of you, not halting once even as his slobbering saliva dripped down to his chin and neck and chest, coating the collar of his expensive wedding suit and painting the ivory sheets under.
your mouth hung open, throat raw and ripped as you squirmed away from him for the nth time. your hips shimmied backwards, bunching the bedsheet under your ass, "no, please— prince. 'senough."
he shook his head, something that was a counter to your claims. as if it wasn't enough, as if he hadn't ripped out two or three orgasms out of your body with his inexperienced tongue and mouth.
"doesn't your jaw hurt?!"
"no." his words were muffled against you.
"and- and i'm certain that your family has left..." you quipped next, attempting to woo him away from the matter at hand but he just gripped you stronger, "perhaps not."
your eyes widened, your weak upper body shooting up in protest, "no! they have. i'm certain."
he shrugged, still latching his tongue against your clit in a slippery swivel that traded your sanity for broken chants of his name with every swipe.
"prince-!" you groaned, writhing off the sheets in vain, "i beg of you."
rin tsked against you, "don't be such a nuisance."
"'senough! get off of me! rin—!" you cried next, twisting your hips against his face to pull him off.
he complied with an irritated sigh.
his jaw and lips were coated in your essence and he wiped if off with the back of his hand.
you glared at the man, "you're insufferable."
"why?" he quizzed you, "was it awful?"
your breath caught in your throat, "well, no."
he shot up a brow, "then what is it with the complaints?"
"we were supposed to just kiss..." your words trailed off. your eyes shied away from his.
you heard the sheets rustle as rin stood up on his knees, staring at you. he was a feet above you, his erection almost square in front of you. "have you any regrets?"
your eyes met his with uncertainty. you opened your mouth and promptly closed it shut. sighing, you shook your face, "no..."
he inhaled sharply at your answer, "will you have any regrets going forth?"
the intensity of his gaze made your stomach churn inwards. your breath stuttered helplessly in your throat, which now felt suddenly too dry. "no..."
"good." he leaned in towards yourself, bringing his hand to the back of your nape. he cradled your cranium as he leaned in to deepen the kiss. you came to lie down on the mattress again, as he laid his body weight over you. his lips slotted against yours, his entire body pressing over yours. he pushed you back deeper into the mattress, hovering over you.
your hands worked quick, your fingers coming to undo the glinting buttons of his suit. he grunted, helping you by shimmying off his expensive clothes. under his royal attire was a sculpted, lean body.
you ran your hands up and down his body, feeling the smooth skin underneath.
rin hissed under your skimming touches, closing his eyes as you sunk your teeth into his neck and bit down. your hands moved down his body, reaching his silken pants.
"what are you...?" he gulped as you traced his erection through the fabric. you hummed against his skin, "you haven't done it- this before?"
his ears blushed red, "not with another."
"but you've done it yourself?" you licked the indents on his throat, the ones you had adorned him with seconds prior.
he gulped. your felt it against your throat. "well, yes. i am a man..." his voice trailed off, "after all."
"strip for me, prince." you said, almost too quietly, and noticed his entire face break into a red blossom.
his usual agile and precise fingers shook as he undid the garments he wore and stripped himself naked in front of you.
you eyed him up and down — from his flushed face to his flushed, leaking cock. it was such a pretty thing — pale, slightly curved with a pink, flushed tip that weeped down strings of pre.
you nodded to beckon him closer. his limbs wobbled like jelly as he neared you. you guided him to sit down against the headboard, his black flush against the velvety fabric.
your nimble hand pushed open his muscular thighs, and you came to sit between it, slowly taking his erection in your palms.
rin hissed as soon as your hand encompassed around his dick. his hips automatically bucked upwards, chasing a foreign friction — the kind he had never dared imagine before.
you moved your hand up and down in a methodical method, squeezing his tip ever-so-slightly as you grazed the top.
his meaty thighs shuddered, eyes fluttering close as he felt your obscene, glittery spit land square on his tip. it mixed with the pre, dripping down his shaft before you coated your palm in it and started pumping him faster.
"oh—" his maw hung open, strong hands fisting the sheets as your pace quickened. you squeezed down his erection, waiting at the bottom. and before he could crack open an eye to check on your halt, you were already taking him in your mouth. so warm and velvety.
his eyes flew open, breath staggering at the sight of you, "princess, you— you're..." he inhaled sharply, "that's... that's dirty."
you popped your glossy lips off of him, deepening your arch and jutting your ass up in the air to make a spectacle out of it. you smacked the globular tip against your lips once, twice, thrice. "if it happens to be dirty," you kissed his tip and he winced, "then, as your wife it's my utmost duty to clean it up, prince."
you wasted no time taking him back in, suctioning his tip with your tongue slathering sticky saliva all around it. he arched his back, one of his hands immediately shooting to your head to push you in, "shall you take it in... deeper?"
you nodded, locking eyes with him with his cock buried 2/3rds in your mouth. your lips stretched around his member, your eyes watery as you let him fuck into you by the back of your throat.
"i—" he panted, "i cannot hold back... not anymore."
you nodded again, and he was a gone man.
his hips met your mouth in erratic thrusts — the kind that had his tip grazing your uvula in a rough rhythm. you squeezed his base tight, alternating between tightening your grip and loosening it up completely.
above you, rin was in utter ruination. he had never felt this. something so strong, so wholly foreign but completely familiar. your mouth felt like it had always been his. the way you accommodated him, the way your sultry tongue licked it up and down. oh god, you were perfect for him.
you sucked particularly strong and rin felt heat pooling in his stomach turn to lava. his thighs shook, stomach tightening beyond belief. and then, his vision fogged over, and he was just a vessel for boundless pleasure, feeling himself release in your mouth.
the obscene liquid pooled down the edges of your lips and fell to his hot skin. he watched your throat jump up and down as you drank down all he had given to you.
when you pulled yourself off him, your chest heaved and your eyes were tinted red. despite the mess he had made of you, you gave him a wobbling smile.
he shot up, bringing his hand to your cheeks delicately. his eyes met yours, concern pooling in the usually mirthful teal irises, "is it alright?"
you nodded, laughing, "i can still feel you in here." you caressed over your throat, "it feels all warm, prince."
you guided his broad hand down to your throat. he caressed the column of your throat before squeezing down on it.
your eyes fluttered shut, core dragging against the silken sheets as you tried to rut and catch some friction against your needy clit.
"i yearn for you..." he started slowly. his cheeks flared at the reminder of his dick in your mouth. he looked away from you for a second, before looking back at you, at the needy gyrations of your hips driveling against the sheets.
"i yearn for you too..." you moaned, guiding his hand below, below, below and right over your pussy. "here."
he gulped, venturing his fingers in between your body and the sheets to rub at the doughy clit. "do you wish for me to...?"
"yes." you nodded, rubbing yourself against his calloused fingertips, "i wish to feel warm all over. i wish to feel you inside, plunging my insides with your thrusts."
his eyes blew open, a sly smirk pulling at his lips, "you have such lecherous requests, princess."
you grinded against his hand faster, feeling your clit catch against his skin in a sinful dance. your jaw opened, "o-only for my husband."
something snapped inside him at that title. he curled his fingers under you, sticking them up so that you could ride them easily. "your husband...?"
"yes. a-are you, nghh— not mine, hah?" your arms came to wrap around his shoulders, your eyes shutting in ecstasy as his rough fingers rummaged inside you while the heel of his palm dug so deliciously against your clit.
"i am." he inhaled in your scent sharply, "all yours."
you rut against him like an animal in heat — primal and far beyond saving.
you pushed the man away by chest, forcing him to retrieve his hand from under you and lay down. your hips hovered over his erection, your eyes boring into his, "may i?"
his eyes shot between your dripping apex and your face — both of them somehow equally lewd.
he nodded and you found yourself sinking down his erection, taking inch upon inch of him inside your body.
rin's response was immediate. for a man that could never shut up, all he could manage now were gasps and grunts.
his hands found purchase against your waist as he helped you settle down on his cock. your eyes rolled back to your head as he finally bottomed out inside you.
you gasped, closing your eyes in surrender as your body refused to move. his thick girth kissed every crevice of your cunt. you were so incredibly full, so incredibly filled to the brim that it felt like his flushed tip was pushing all the way to your lungs.
you collapsed forward, your hands looping around his neck and your face crashing in the crook of his neck.
his strong hands came to wrap around your body, tight and reassuring, "princess, are you...?" he was cut off by the ruthless spasm of your greedy cunt around his length.
"yes, yes." you squeezed down on him, "god. please. rin... move."
his eyes blew open at the mention of his own name. his feet planted themselves against the sprightly mattress and he felt himself rutting up into you, thrusting his length all the way inside your plushy cunt before retrieving it and doing it over and over again.
"haah, fuck—" your breath condensed against his skin as you moaned into him, "fuck, rin nghh— harder—!"
"say it again." he grunted in your ear, "again."
"harder, r-rin...?" you yelped at the mattress compressed under his feet as he fucked up into you even stronger, each of his thrusts meeting you all the way to your cervix. your eyes rolled back, entire body jostling in protest as he held you tight against himself and used you as his personal cumdump, "keep saying my name. like that."
his tip hit the bullseye, his length massaging your walls in an intimate dance that had you drooling against his neck and crying in protest.
"fuck, fuck— rin." you gasped, crying at his toned v-line smacked against your clit at every thrust. your nipples brushed against his smooth skin with each point of contact. your body was on fire, and the man under you was adding fuel to it. "oooh— oh, god... 'mgonna b-break..."
"you're not going to—"
"i am," you babbled, "my pussy's gonna break—!"
using one hand, he raised your face up from the crook of his neck and pulled you to his lips. he kissed you, all messy and toothy as his cock rammed in and out of you in a haphazard, fast rhythm.
the room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the lecherous bangs of skin on skin as his body crashed into yours again and again. your stomach and thighs burnt with every powerful smack of his body into yours.
lolling your jaw open, you sneaked your tongue into his mouth. god, he felt so delicious against you.
"rin, rin—" you babbled against him, not making much sense as your orgasm loomed over you like an impending threat. your cunt squeezed him again, "i might—" you kissed him again, muffled as you confessed, "i might cum, gaah— fuck, fuck, fuck. rin."
he nodded, rendered speechless as his sensitive tip probbed your spots and made him see red. the ceiling over your heads seemed to sway, the bed under your rustled, and the bedframe creaked. but all rin itoshi could care for was the sinful clamp of your pussy on his dick.
"rin—?!" you gasped, hiding your face against his chest as he felt your core tighten impossibly so. you wrapped around him so snugly that he could barely move, could barely thrust in and out of you in an attempt to chase his own high.
"i should— should remove myself." rin argued, with whatever semblance of sanity he had preserved. "you can't be with child."
"no. no. no." you chanted, somehow tightening your grip on him. "inside me... please."
"but—?!"
"rin." you cried against his skin, frenzied and slowly unravelling, "please."
how could he possibly let go after that soft plea of yours?
your walls squeezed down his sensitive tip and he gasped as he felt his erection splutter out ropes of cum into you.
"fuuuuuck." you groaned, feeling warmth pool inside your cunt and feeling it slosh about before some of it escaped out of you and onto his cock.
"oh, lord." you gasped, feeling his erection soften inside you slowly. more of his cum seeped out of you, coating both of your legs in a godly sheen.
one of his arms rubbed your back up and down, up and down. you breathed in his scent and closed your eyes, "that was..."
"yeah." he gulped, feeling his own eyes fall shut with fatigue, "more than a kiss, certainly."
you stilled against his skin, "certainly."
he gently took you off him, settling you next to him. you rested your head on his bicep, turning away from him to stare at the marvelous ceiling above you.
"im exhausted." you sighed, feeling all the muscles in your body slacken.
"hm." he pursed his lips shut, staring at the same ceiling.
your breathing synced with his, exhausted, slumped bodies rising and falling in a practiced rhythm.
you placed your hands over your stomach, gently tapping them across your skin. "so... do you suppose your family left?"
rin craned his neck to your face, then back towards the ceiling. he shrugged, "possibly."
"do you suppose they... they will be satisfied?" you bit your cheek, wincing the at the feeling of your molars digging into the flesh. "with our sounds."
rin didn't answer for a long time, just pulled his arm from under your head to his side. he kept his arms crossed against his chest, as if it would enough to guard his body from you, or the horrifying realization of what you both had done.
eventually, you turned to look in his direction. "prince...?"
"we don't need to carry this ruse any further. i am certain they're..." he turned his head the other way, not facing you. "sarisfied."
"i see..."
at your answer, rin quipped quickly, "if that was uncomfortable for you, we shan't do it again. i apologize..." his words quieted down, "for getting carried away." a beat. "i know you do not fancy me."
he cleared his throat, not meeting your eyes, "shall we sleep?"
your pulse throbbed in your neck as you watched him turn to his side, showing you his naked, muscular back. your eyes followed him keenly, but you were unable to find the will to call out to him again.
"so..." you shuddered, turning on your side such that you faced his back. "this was just a one-time thing, yes?"
he hummed once. then, twice as you didn't answer. then, he sighed, "have you any regrets?"
you shook your head, "no. as for you?"
"no." he stilled, "we had no choice but to consummate the marriage. we mustn't think too much about it. from now on, i do as I must, and you do as you shall. none of us hinders the other. we're married for legal reasons, that is all."
somehow, though you were well-versed in the language of rin itoshi, and his destructive tongue, you couldn't help but feel sick at his words pricked at your skin. your stomach churned itself over, a gnawing, sinking feeling coming alive in your chest.
he hated you. you were sure. the worst part happened to be that you didn't hate him. and it was devastating to live like this, to know that he would curse you for ages when you won't. and so, in your self-destructive rampage, you decided to make the worst decision of your life.
"i am not who you think i am." you said out loud. flatly, as if you were discussing the weather and not the mortifying truth of your existence that would, very well, destroy both you and the younger itoshi.
his face turned around, gaze shooting to yours at your admission. his teal eyes narrowed, features twisting in confusion, "pardon?"
"i am not..." you sighed, sitting up. you brought your thighs to your chest, "i have been brought to this world- and- and i know i sound insane but..." you tried to explain whatever you could, and you were very well aware of the possibility that after hearing you, rin might have had you shipped to an asylum where they would have diagnosed you with hysteria and given you orgasms and lobotomy as a cure.
but all he did was blink in slow motion, and then bark out a jaded laugh, "has intimacy scrambled your brain?"
the sound felt so foreign coming from his flushed mouth.
you felt your eyes flutter shut, avoiding to look at his confused features. "i am telling you the truth—"
"that I am some man in a book?!" he sat up, "and that too, the one you hated?!"
"i know it sounds insane..."
"it is insane!" he reached out a hand to your knees, pressing down as if it could anchor you to reality. "is something the matter with you? have you hit your head or has the blood rushed all over—?"
you breathed in sharply, "when you were a child, sae had taken you to the forest at the end of the estate." your fisted the expensive bedsheet, "he promised you he would be close, but you had gotten lost. you cried. a lot."
rin furrowed his eyebrows as you continued rambling, "and then, he found you barely before the sun had fully fell, and bribed you with your favourite pies not to talk about it. you never told anyone of it. yes or yes?" you recalled the chapter that detailed some of sae's past, and the relation between the two brothes before it had soured.
rin blinked at you, retrieving his hand from your body slowly. "pardon?"
"i know of it because I had read it." you tried speaking slower, "there's no other explaination."
"no." he blinked, "sae told you that to- to..." his eyes narrowed, "did he think any of this would ensue hilarity?"
"rin." you leaned forward, "it's the truth. i am not her. this- this woman! i came from another world."
rin breathed heavy, his eyes darting from your face to your hands and knees, then back to your face. "then... then what? are you to go back now?"
"i don't think I can..." you bit down your lips, "that is why I'm telling you this." you sighed, miserable, "you can throw me down the prison cell or in an asylum but—"
"so, would you stay? here?" he cut in.
you slowed your words, shrugging. "well, i have no choice."
"and if you did?" his voice sounded rough around the edges, "if you did have the choice? then, what? you are to abandon your life here and just leave?"
"i..." you blinked slowly, "i do not know that."
"why didn't you—" he heaved, picking himself off the bed, searching for his undergarments on the floor. "why did you not tell me this the first night you came here?"
"and what?!" you laughed, humorless, watching him as he fastened the linen underpants against his hips. "you would have believed me? would have accepted this error as fate?!"
"i would have broken off the marriage!" he grunted, slamming his palms against the mattress with a muted thud. "i would have! thinking you were hysterical, if nothing more!"
"i asked you to." you found yourself pitching your voice higher, "i asked you to! the very first day!"
"not for this reason, you did not!"
"does it matter?" you felt your head heat with anger, "i asked you—"
"i would have maintained my distance!" he shouted, staring at you with those wide, teal eyes. this was the most emotion you had seen on his face. "i would have stayed away, knowing you were to leave me at any moment!"
he halted, looking away from you and walking a few steps over from the bed. he turned around, and his back faced you. he ran a hand over his face, his voice uncharacteristically small. "i would have stayed away from you. princess."
"rin." you scrambled to get off bed, to reach out to him with just a linen sheet tucked against your chest.
stepping forward, you stood behind him, with a metre worth of distance between you two. the fabric rustled against the ground. everything else was eerily quiet. you could barely hear his breathing, or yours, for that matter.
you swallowed, staring at the back of his head. "what are you implying?"
he said nothing and he took another step forward, repeating, "rin."
he turned around and met your eyes. you watched his entire body slump, his broad shoulders do themselves in. even his voice sounded like a far off whisper, "you know what i am implying very well."
you shook your head, "i do not. say it. out loud."
"i... i fancy you." his head hung low, hands flexing on either side of his body as if he was itching to hold something, hold you. "that is it. that is the humiliating truth. and I know very well how much you do not fancy me—"
"i do not know what i will do if i get a choice to leave this place." you started gingerly, avoiding his sharp, wounded gaze. "i do not even know if I will ever get that choice... however, you're the only one i have here."
a sad smile crossed your lips as you picked your face back up and met his eyes. "you're my husband."
rin inhaled sharply at your admission, "and so, i am to shoulder the burden of your lies?"
you stepped forward once more, "what was that about in sickness and in health?"
"this isn't sickness." he looked away from you again, "it's some sort of cruel, cosmic joke."
you didn't say anything and he hung his head down below, sighing, "sleep. i suppose this... is pointless."
he brushed past you, trying to walk over to the bed. your palm reached for his wrist, wrapping your fingers around his skin like ivy over trees. he looked back at you.
"it isn't pointless." you clutched the sheet against your frame tighter, as if he hadn't already seen what lay below. "i was wrong about you, prince... i cannot lie and pretend like i know you wholly... because i do not, but i know enough."
"enough... for what?"
"enough... to fancy you?" you winced, drawing your eyes away from his.
he scoffed, "well, now you're just pitying me."
you looked up at him, spluttering, "n-no! i'm not pitying you."
"you fancy my brother."
"do not! not anymore!" you stressed on the syllables, "i wouldn't have fucked you if i did!"
"f-fucked...?"
"consummated. with you."
his ears reddened at your correction and your wrists tightened against his wrist again, you drew closer, "i do not ask for you to trust me. heavens know, that is impossible. i do not know for how long i am here, or for how long may i have left. but... but i was wrong about you." you chewed your cheek, "well, no. you're haughty and insufferable and downright agonizing at times."
he looked at you, all baffled.
"but..." you stepped closer still, "but there are times when you're not that... and i- i find myself enjoying your company in moments like that."
"is this supposed to flattery?"
"it's supposed to be the truth."
"and what am i to make of your words?" he raised a brow carefully. you fully closer the distance between you two, gliding your hand up his arm and wrapping it around his waist. your face met his chest and your entire body all but slumped against him, "i fancy you enough to get to know you..." you stilled, "would you give me a chance to do so?"
hesitantly, his hands came to wrap around your body. he rested his chin atop your head, sighing, "perhaps. you leave me no choice. you are my wife, after all."
you beamed against him, and he felt the stretch of your lips against his skin.
"shall we take to the bed now?" he asked and you nodded, "i'm exhausted."
eventually, you fell asleep next to him. before you could drift off completely, his voice echoed in a soft question, "one thing, what does cunt mean? you called me that once."
your eyes blew open, "uh. smart. full of wisdom."
"hm?" he hummed, in deep thought, "you're right then, i am a cunt."
you pursed your lips, "yes, but perhaps let's not use that word again. nobody else knows of it, it might give away my real identity."
rin nodded, "fair."
he pulled you flush against his chest and pressed a kiss to your temple, "fair night to you, princess."
"good night, rin."
well, updated title: THE VILLAINESS ENJOYS A CAREFREE LIFE MARRIED TO HER GREATEST-ENEMY-TURNED-NON-ASSHOLEY HUSBAND! HUZZAH!
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. IM BARELY LUCID ENOUGH TO POST.
this is so self-indulgent and stupid and listen i know the end fight doesnt make any sense but im tired and its over 3 am and i don't care anymore. enjoy the flith mwuah mwuah
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˗ˏˋ considerate things the blue lock men do that get you hot. (a little nsfw, a lot of fluff.) fem! reader. please forgive me as i have never written for rin or sae so if it’s out of character dats my bad.
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⋆ ࣪ ౿ yoichi
Yoichi does the dishes. It’s about 80/20 when it comes to said chore, but he knows you hate it— the smells and pieces of squishy food if something isn’t rinsed correctly, and, truly, he doesn’t mind.
Yoichi’s been sick. It’s a sight to behold, honestly. He’s missed two days of practice and, if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s being dramatic. He’s not… This time. Although, the several selfies you’ve received of him eating soup is a sign he’s feeling better.
The consequence of Yoichi being sick is a giant pile of dishes waiting for you at home. It haunts your entire day.
“Oh, hey baby,” Yoichi calls over his shoulder as you step into the kitchen. Nose stuffy, voice nasally, and then he sniffles. He turns with a half washed bowl in his hand, sheepish. He still looks ill. Pale and sporting some huge ass dark circles under his eyes. “Thought I’d do the dishes before you got home, since, you know, I’m feeling better.” He sniffles again.
The clouds part. Sun shines down on your face. An angelic melody plays in background.
Yoichi is able to set the bowl down before you barrel into him with a bear hug. “Yoichi!” You cry in relief. “I fucking hate the dishes! Thank you for sparing me!”
He laughs, rubbing your back affectionately. Murmurs, “Always, baby,” with a sweet kiss placed on your temple.
Clean scented soap, the soft warmth of Yoichi’s body, and the fact he loves you enough to do this while sick— oh yeah, this man’s getting his soul sucked out.
“Wait!” Yoichi yelps, stumbling as you shove him into a nearby chair. Falling before him on your knees. “S-shouldn’t I finish the dishes first?”
As soon as he’s naked from the waist down, cock down your throat, he stops protesting.
⋆ ࣪ ౿ seishiro
Seishiro remembers. Favorite snacks, how you like to be held, the way you like to fold your socks together. He can read you with ease.
The waitress slides your plate in front of you, giving you a sweet, naive smile that only comes from inexperience. She walks away and Seishiro slightly lifts both eyebrows.
“Don’t,” you start, brows pinching as you glance at your food.
“Why do we keep coming here? They never get your order right.”
You protest, saying, “Once I take off the stuff I don’t like, it’s not so bad. Really!” You pick off a couple things, intent on making it perfect.
Seishiro sighs. “Here,” he says, switching plates.
“I can’t take yours, Sei. You don’t even like what I ordered.”
“I don’t care,” he points out. “I’ll eat anything. You won’t.” He tries a spoonful of his new dish, scrunches his noses a little, then shrugs and keeps eating.
You eye him curiously. “Did you get this dish because you knew it was my second choice?”
He nods as he chews. “Yep.” Food puffs his cheek like a squirrel. “In case they fucked your order up.”
Heat flutters in your belly. It’s not even close to the first time he’s noticed the little things. This morning, Seishiro’d been brushing his teeth, waiting for you to wake up and join him like usual. When you didn’t, because you’d forgotten to set an alarm, long arms slid around your waist from behind, soft kisses were pressed to your throat, and sweet nothings were whispered against your ear until you woke up.
You’re about to tear his clothes off. “Get a to go box.”
Seishiro tilts his head. Blinks. “Why?”
“Because I want to fuck you. Right now.”
His lips part in surprise. “Oh.” He glances at the food, at you. “I don’t need a box. We can go.”
Money is tossed on the table and your hand slips beneath his pants before he pulls out of the parking lot.
⋆ ࣪ ౿ rin
Rin is protective. He’s not overbearing, and it’s not in a way that polices your life, more like he watches out for you. Quietly. Subtly.
Brown, red, yellow, orange, the leaves littering the ground are all different colors this time of year. They crunch under your feet, adding background noise to your, otherwise silent, evening walk with Rin.
He lets you choose which side to walk on in the beginning, which is closest to the road. He listens as you tell him a silly story about work that day, humming and commenting here and there. He laces your fingers together.
A car slowly drives down the street. Rin lets go of your hand, gently tugging you by the wrist, switching sides so he’s closer to the road. You don’t really notice the first time. Then, his steps are too quick and he gets a little far ahead, so he slows down until you catch up.
Rin positions himself so you’re shielded when another man walks past you. Guides you around cracks and holes so you don’t trip. All these are done seamlessly, without hesitation.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
Rin glances at you. “Doing what?” He switches sides again when a couple with a dog gets close, falling in step to keep the dog away from you.
“That!” You exclaim. “You keep shuffling me around.”
“I’m making sure you don’t get hurt.”
You smile, taking his hand. “All I’m hearing is you’re willing to get hit by a car for me.”
“No shit.”
It hits you low in the gut. You come to a stop, abruptly turning on your heel, and tug Rin along behind you.
“We’ve only walked half a mile,” Rin points out.
“Yeah, and now we’re going home to have sex.”
Suddenly, Rin is tightening his grip and speed walking ahead.
⋆ ࣪ ౿ sae
Sae makes time for you. He prioritizes you. And if that’s not something great and significant when it comes to him, I don’t know what is.
Friday night plans are carved in stone when he’s home. Sae says it’s date night and he doesn’t give a fuck who tries to change that. It’s not happening.
When you asked Sae to use one those date nights to help you build ikea furniture, a dreadful way to spend the evening, you felt guilty. Thought maybe he’d be pissed off and say, “Are you fucking joking?”
He doesn’t.
Sae shows up for you.
“So, be honest, you’re really not bothered spending date night this way?” You ask, handing him the tiniest, weirdest looking screwdriver thing you’ve ever seen. You shift to sit crisscrossed, the unforgiving carpeted floor making your butt go numb.
Sae focuses on tightening a screw. “No, I’m not.” He gives you a pointed look. “I will be if you keep asking.” He sets down the two pieces of a desk now connected, crawling on hands and knees to search for the instructions.
You pass that to him, too. “I can’t help it! It’s just, you’re never home, but I didn’t want anyone else’s help. Well, I guess I could’ve asked the guy living down the ha—,”
“Not a fucking chance,” Sae threatens, sitting on his heels in front of you. “It’d be over my dead body.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes. “I wouldn’t ever actually ask him.” You go quiet again. “I wanted our night to special, is all. I really missed you, Sae.”
A warm hand cradles your jaw. Forces you keep eye contact. “I’m only saying this once. I don’t care what we do. Build furniture, wax each other’s legs, whatever the fuck you could think of, it’s perfect as long as it’s time spent with you. Got it?”
You nod. “Got it,” you breathe, a flash of heat spreading from your belly to your thighs.
Sae builds that shit quick. When it’s finished, he goes to his bag, rustling through it. You can’t see what it is until he sets it down on the desk.
It’s a framed photo of the two of you.
“Thought it’d look nice there,” he explains.
You’re a little choked up. A lot turned on. “Sae, if you love me, you’ll bend me over this desk right now.”
“It’s ikea furniture. I don’t think it’s strong enough for me to fuck you on.”
“I don’t care if it breaks. Do you?”
Sae doesn’t hesitate. “Fuck no. I’ll just buy you a new one if it does.”
The camera app is open, red record button blinking steadily in the reflection of Sae’s half-lidded eyes.
You’re on your knees, settled between his thighs on the hotel bed. He’s still half-dressed—compression pants pushed down just enough, national team jersey rumpled. His voice is low and sharp with impatience.
“Come on,” he mutters, tapping the back of your head with his phone lightly. “I don’t have all night.”
You glance up. He’s already recording.
Of course he is.
“Open your mouth.” He says, And You do.
“Wider.”
You stretch your jaw, and he slips the tip of his cock over your tongue, watching the way your lips part around him with a glint of something dark in his eyes.
“Good,” he says, voice flat but satisfied. “Look up. Keep eye contact with the camera.”
You’re not even sure where to focus—on the phone hovering inches above your face, or on the lazy dominance in his smirk.
“This is for me,” he adds, thrusting just slightly, the head pushing against the back of your throat. “For when I’m stuck in some hotel halfway across the world. I’ll jerk off to this when I’m bored. So make it good.”
You gag a little as he pushes in deeper, your throat resisting before relaxing as you try to keep up.
He groans. “There you go.”
His grip on the phone doesn’t waver. His other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head down until your nose is flush against his pelvis, the scent of his skin overwhelming. He holds you there, just long enough to feel the tight flutter of your throat around him, then pulls you back slowly, watching the line of spit stretch from your lips to his cock.
“Fuck. That’s so hot.”
Your eyes are watering. Saliva drips from your chin. You barely have time to breathe before he shoves back in.
“I said keep eye contact,” he snaps when your gaze falters. “What—too much already?”
You shake your head, throat stuffed, and he clicks his tongue like he’s unimpressed.
“Pathetic,” he mutters. “All that whining earlier, and now you can’t even keep your eyes open for me?”
He grins when you glare at him with your mouth full.
“There she is,” he says, voice low and amused. “Getting bratty with a cock down her throat. Cute.”
You moan around him, and the vibration makes his abs flex. You can tell—he’s trying not to react too fast. He’s dragging it out. He always does.
The phone’s still filming, angled perfectly to catch the tears streaming from your eyes, the messy sounds of your throat being used, the lewd slurping that fills the room.
“Bet you like this,” he hisses. “Knowing I’m gonna replay this every night after training. Stroke my cock to this video while you’re not around.”
You nod the best you can.
“Of course you do,” he murmurs. “You’re such a fucking show-off.”
He starts fucking your throat in earnest now—slow, controlled thrusts that go too deep and leave you gasping when he finally pulls out.
“Stick your tongue out.”
You do, and he slaps his cock against it—once, twice—leaving streaks of pre-cum across your cheek and chin.
“Smile for the camera,” he says, tilting the phone slightly for a better angle.
You smile, dazed and messy, spit stringing from your lips.
“God, you’re disgusting,” he mutters—but it’s almost affectionate. His thumb drags across your lower lip. “I’m gonna watch this so many fucking times.”
You blink up at him.
“Sae…”
“What?”
“Wanna make you cum.”
He chuckles under his breath, then finally lowers the phone slightly.
“Yeah?” His voice is darker now, hunger curling in it. “Then do it, sweetheart.”
You take him back into your mouth eagerly, jaw sore but willing, eyes glassy with need. The pressure in your throat builds as he thrusts in deeper, the muscles fluttering as you relax around him like he taught you. His pace gets rougher, the phone angling just right to capture your tear-streaked face, lips stretched around his cock, spit glistening down your chin.
“Fuck,” he growls, the tension in his voice now cracking at the edges. “Just like that—keep going.”
You gag again when he hits the back of your throat hard, but you don’t pull away. Not when he’s gripping your hair tighter, not when his abs are flexing, not when you feel him twitch against your tongue.
He breathes your name through clenched teeth, the sound almost reverent—then suddenly pulls out with a sharp curse.
“Stick your tongue out. Keep your eyes on the camera.”
You do, dazed and obedient, mouth open and ready as he fists his cock just above your face.
“Fucking filthy,” he mutters, breathing hard. “You like being on your knees that much?”
You whimper in response, tongue still out, cheeks flushed and wet with tears and drool.
Then he groans—a deep, guttural sound—and hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your face. Across your cheek. Your lips. The bridge of your nose. Some of it lands in your open mouth.
The camera catches all of it.
His breath shudders as he slows his strokes, the last few drops dripping onto your tongue.
“God, look at you,” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Fucking perfect.”
You close your mouth, swallowing what’s on your tongue, then wipe the rest of his cum from your cheek with your fingers and suck them clean—never breaking eye contact with the camera.
Sae curses again, shaky now.
“Gonna watch this every night,” he mutters, finally stopping the recording. “Don’t care where I am. Gonna jerk off to this messy little face until I get back home and do it again for real.”
You smile, cum-smeared and smug. “Better hurry back then.”
He chuckles, rough and breathless, cupping your cheek with a thumb that smears his own mess across your skin.
“Oh, I will.”
Your thighs are still trembling from earlier, face sticky with drying cum when he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach without a word.
“You thought we were done?” Sae’s voice is rough as gravel, and he sounds almost annoyed at the idea.
Your face is pressed into the sheets, cheek smearing a streak of his earlier release as you turn your head to gasp, “No—”
“Good,” he snaps, already lining himself up behind you. “Then shut up and arch your back.”
He grabs your ass with one hand, slapping it hard, just once—enough to make you jolt and whine.
The other hand? Still holding the fucking phone.
You feel the cool glass of it as he drags it across your lower back, filming the curve of your ass, the slick between your thighs, the way you’re already clenching around nothing.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Look at this—completely soaked, and I haven’t even put it in yet.”
You hear the soft sound of the phone focusing as he zooms in on your dripping pussy, then the low hitch of his breath.
“This view’s gonna ruin me.”
Then he’s pushing in—all the way, in one slow, ruthless stroke. You cry out into the sheets, and his hand lands on your lower back to keep you still.
“Shh,” he says. “The camera’s picking up everything. Don’t go crying now.”
You moan again anyway, louder this time, hips rocking back instinctively to meet his next thrust.
“You just don’t learn,” he growls. “Already fucked you messy, and you’re still needy?”
He starts moving—deep, punishing strokes that push you forward on the bed with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room, mixing with your moans and his panting breaths.
You feel the phone shift position slightly as he raises it to film from above, angling it to capture the way you take him—how your pussy stretches around him, how the mess of his earlier cum drips down your inner thighs with every movement.
“Keep your ass up. Don’t make me tell you again.”
You obey instantly, arching your back more, which only makes him groan louder.
“There we go,” he breathes. “Sweetheart, you doing great.”
You gasp, pulse racing, thighs shaking under the pressure of his pace.
“Bet you like knowing I’m recording this,” he mutters. “You like imagining me watching this in a hotelroom, while I fist my cock to the sound of you moaning my name?”
You whimper something incoherent, and he chuckles darkly.
“I’ll fucking send this to you at midnight, just so you remember who owns this pussy.”
His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make your spine arch deeper. The shift makes him hit that spot inside you just right, and a scream rips out of your throat.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Sae—fuck—yours, I’m yours—”
The phone catches everything—the way you sob it out, the wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into you, the red flush on your skin, the tremble in your thighs as you get closer and closer to breaking again.
You start to cum with a choked cry, walls fluttering violently around him, and that’s when he pulls the phone back slightly—ass bouncing, back arched.
“Shit,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—”
He slams into you once, twice, then spills inside with a deep grunt, pushing in as far as he can go. His cum floods you, warm and thick, and the phone catches every second of it.
When he finally stops moving, he leans over your back, still inside you, still holding the phone.
You’re breathing hard into the sheets, sweaty, trembling, completely wrecked.
He lifts the phone one more time and points it at your cum-dripping cunt, spreading you open just slightly with two fingers.
“Gonna watch this every night,” he mutters, hitting stop on the recording. “And when I get back from my next away game?”
・❥・2.3k words - smut mdni. dilf!rin, major daddy kink. his daughter loves you, turns out it runs in the family
an: mannn i love this. i always prefer my longer fics but im so damn lazy to write them </3 anyways i hope everyone likes this as much as i did
rin itoshi at thirty-two looks nothing like you expected a father to look. you'd built up this image in your head, something soft and tired and domestic, the kind of man who wears sensible shoes and talks about mortgage rates. instead he opens the door in a grey training shirt with the sleeves cut off and you forget what your own name is for a solid three seconds. taller than you remembered. leaner but with weight to him now, muscle that sits differently on a grown man than it does on a boy. his daughter maya is already pulling you inside by the wrist before you've even said hello and rin just watches from the doorway with those quiet teal eyes, that same curtain of dark hair falling across his face. "thanks for coming," he says. flat. polite. nothing. and yet you feel it somewhere low in your stomach, an ache that has absolutely no business being there.
maya adopts you immediately and without your consent. she's six, loud, obsessed with football like her father and convinced that you are, in her own words, "the prettiest person i've ever seen ever." rin watches her drag you to her room to show you her sticker collection and you glance back over your shoulder at him. his expression is doing something complicated. not quite a smile. close, though. you'll spend the next three weeks trying to figure out what it means.
you start coming round twice a week. your mum asks rin to sort out some paperwork for you, something to do with contracts and agents and the administrative chaos of the football world your family has always orbited. it's an excuse, mostly. you both know it. maya is the official reason. maya, who requests you by name, who taught you her favourite card game, who falls asleep against your shoulder on the sofa while some animated film plays quietly on the television. and rin sits across from you in the armchair, looking at the two of you with an expression you aren't supposed to see and you pretend you're watching the screen.
the first time you notice him noticing you, you're in the kitchen looking for a glass. you've reached up into the cabinet, shirt riding up your back and you hear him stop in the doorway. just stop. you take your time finding the glass. you hear him breathe. then he moves again and says "second shelf on the left" in a completely normal voice and pours himself a coffee and you think maybe you imagined it. you didn't. you didn't imagine it at all.
maya calls you "pretty rin" once, by accident, a confused combination of your names and it makes rin set his jaw so hard you can see it from across the room. later, after she's in bed, he says "she talks about you constantly" without looking at you, like it's a warning. "i know," you say. and then, because you're shameless: "do you?" he looks at you then. properly. and the silence stretches out longer than it should before he says, "go home." not unkindly. but firmly. like he's talking himself into it as much as you.
he's not a man who touches carelessly. you figure that out fast. everything rin does is deliberate, even stillness, even restraint. so when his hand catches your elbow in the hallway one evening, just steadying you after you stumble on the rug and he holds it a beat longer than necessary, you feel it everywhere. his thumb sitting against the inside of your arm. not moving. just there. "careful," he says quietly. and you look up at him and you're close, closer than you've been, and his jaw does that tight thing again and he lets go.
you make the move on a wednesday, actually. not that the day matters.
maya is with her grandmother for the week. you know this. you showed up anyway with some file your mum asked you to drop off, which is transparent even by your standards and rin lets you in with a look that says he knows exactly what you're doing.
you put the folder on the kitchen table.
he leans against the counter with his arms crossed.
"she's not here," he says.
"i know."
a beat.
"you should go home."
"you keep saying that."
"because i keep meaning it."
"do you?"
he exhales hard through his nose, head dropping forward slightly, like he's having an argument with himself. you take a step toward him. then another. and when you stop, you're close enough that you have to tilt your head back to look at him and he's looking down at you with those careful, restrained teal eyes and his whole body is rigid with the effort of not moving.
"i'm not doing this," he says. barely. his voice has dropped.
"rin."
"you're my mate's daughter."
"i know."
"this is a bad idea."
"i know that too."
his hand comes up and cups your jaw so suddenly you gasp, tilting your face up. his thumb rests against the corner of your mouth. not kissing you. just holding you there, looking at you like you're the worst thing that's ever happened to him.
"tell me to stop," he says. rough and quiet.
you don't. you couldn't anyways.
his mouth comes down on yours and it's nothing like soft. it's the kiss of a man who's been practising restraint for weeks and finally stopped. his hand slides into your hair, tilting your head back further and he kisses you until you make a small broken sound against his mouth and your hands fist in the front of his shirt just to stay upright.
when he pulls back his breathing is unsteady. he rests his forehead against yours.
"i've been trying," he says. almost to himself.
"i know," you say for the third time and you kiss him again before he can reconsider.
he carries you to his room with the same quiet efficiency he does everything, your legs wrapped round his waist, his hands braced under your thighs. he sets you on the bed like he's still trying to be careful with you and you can see the effort it's costing him. the way his hands shake slightly when he reaches for the hem of your shirt.
"rin," you say softly.
"give me a second." he closes his eyes briefly. breathes. opens them. "i'm trying not to—"
"don't try so hard."
his expression breaks open just slightly. and then he strips your shirt over your head in one motion and looks at you and something in him comes loose.
"god," he says, low. his hands slide up your ribcage, thumbs pressing just under your bra, tracing the shape of you. "how long have you been doing this to me."
not a question. more like a confession.
he reaches round and unclasps your bra with steady fingers and when it falls away he just looks at you for a long moment before he leans in and presses his mouth to the top of your breast, your collarbone, the side of your throat. slow. deliberate. like he's memorising the route.
you're already aching. already embarrassingly wet from just that, from the weight of him above you and his mouth on your skin and the weeks of restraint finally snapping.
"please," you say.
"please what." his lips brush the shell of your ear. "use your words."
"rin, please, i need—"
"daddy." his voice has gone somewhere dark and quiet and your whole body clenches. "you call me that, yeah? tonight you do."
oh.
"daddy," you breathe, barely sound, "please—"
he makes a low sound against your throat like you've undone him, and his hand slides down your stomach and under the waistband of your jeans and you gasp, back arching up off the mattress. his fingers find you through the thin fabric of your underwear and press, feeling how soaked you are and he pulls back to look at you with his expression doing something wrecked and wanting.
"this is for me?" he murmurs. pressing again. watching you squirm. "all of this?"
"yes, yes, daddy, please just—"
he pulls your jeans and underwear off in the same movement. no ceremony. and then he's looking at you spread out on his bed and he makes a noise low in his chest and his composure does something irreversible.
he strokes through your folds slowly, carefully, parting you with two fingers and circling your clit with his thumb in small deliberate circles until you're writhing and gripping the sheets and making sounds you've never made before. he's watching your face the whole time. taking notes.
"that's it," he says quietly, working you in slow steady spirals, "there you go. let me hear you."
"daddy, please, i need more—"
two fingers push inside you without warning and you cry out, walls clenching hard around them. he's still wearing his clothes. you think it might actually kill you.
"so tight," he says, something rough in his voice now, the gentleness fraying at the edges. "christ." he curls his fingers, finding the spot inside you that makes your vision blur and fucks them into you slow and deep while his thumb never stops on your clit. your thighs are shaking. your whole body is shaking.
"daddy, daddy, i'm gonna—"
"i know," he says, low, "i've got you, come on."
you fall apart in his hands with his name breaking out of you in fragments, hands fisted in the sheets, back off the mattress, and he works you through every second of it with the focused patience of a man who has been waiting a very long time.
you're still catching your breath when you hear his belt.
"you okay?" he asks, and there it is, the effort to be gentle. to check.
"i want you," you manage. "rin, i want you right now, please don't make me wait—"
"daddy." a reminder. he sounds strained.
"daddy," you say, soft and wanting, and that's all it takes.
he pushes inside you in one long slow slide that steals every word you have. the stretch of it. the fullness. he's thick enough that your mouth falls open and nothing comes out at first, just a wrecked exhale and he stops halfway and grits out "you with me?" through his teeth.
"yes, yes, don't stop—"
he sinks the rest of the way in and you both go still for a moment. his forehead drops to your temple. his breathing is rough. your walls are fluttering around him, adjusting, and he makes a tight broken sound that you feel more than hear.
"you feel…" he starts, doesn't finish.
he pulls back and pushes forward, slow. then again. finding a rhythm that's controlled and deep and absolutely devastating, hitting somewhere inside you that makes you keen on every thrust, legs wrapping round his waist, trying to pull him closer, deeper.
"yeah?" he murmurs, watching your face. "that good?"
"s'so good, daddy, please, please don't stop—"
his rhythm stutters. just slightly.
"don't say that if you want me to take care of you," he says, strained.
but you say it again anyway. because you want to watch him come apart.
and he does.
the gentleness goes. his hips snap forward hard and you cry out and he does it again, gripping your thigh, hauling it higher up his waist, changing the angle so he's hitting deeper with every thrust and the sound in the room becomes obscene, wet and slapping and your breathless mewling and his low grunts when he bottoms out. no more careful pacing. just rin itoshi finally not holding back, fucking into you with the single-minded intensity he brings to everything, and you are completely wrecked by it.
"god, you're perfect," he grits, "you feel perfect, you've been driving me fucking insane—"
"daddy—"
"say it again."
"daddy, daddy, please, i can't—"
"yes you can." he reaches between you and finds your clit and your whole body seizes up. "you're gonna come for me again. go on."
it hits you like a wave breaking, violent and sudden, and you sob through it with your face pressed into his shoulder, his name falling apart in your mouth, your nails dragging down his back without meaning to. he doesn't stop. he fucks you through both your orgasms and then chases his own with three, four, five hard decisive thrusts before he buries himself deep and groans into your hair, hips shuddering, everything going still.
he takes the empty space next to you on his bed. your thighs are ruined. the sheets are ruined. his careful, quiet bedroom looks nothing like it did an hour ago. he's on his back beside you, arm over his face, his chest rising and falling like he's just finished a match.
you lie there feeling completely unmade. thighs aching, body still buzzing, his warmth seeping into your side.
eventually rin moves his arm. turns his head to look at you. his hair is a mess, those teal eyes tired and dark and something else you can't quite name.
he reaches out and tucks a strand of your hair away from your face. slow. deliberate. the way he does everything.
"maya likes you," he says quietly.
"i know."
"i won't half ass this." he holds your gaze. steady, even now. "if this is something, it's something serious. that's what i'm telling you."
you look at him, this serious, restrained, completely undone man, and something warm settles in your chest alongside the ache.
"okay," you say softly.
and outside his bedroom window, the neighbourhood is quiet, and his sheets smell like both of you, and rin keeps his hand resting against your cheek long after he has any reason to.
