Thinking about being Kiryu’s girlfriend and sending him a nude when he’s out with friends. But Sakura accidentally sees it by glancing over at his phone screen and cums in his pants.
Warning: 18+, sending nudes, Sakura cums in his pants in public.
Word count: 1.2k.
You[7.29PM]: I miss you :(
You text while you sprawled out in bed at home. It wasn’t your fault you were missing him so much, Kiryu always seemed to have that kind of effect on you. And bottom line— it wasn’t your fault. You knew it was a risk sending Kiryu such a lewd text when he was out with his friends, but it’s not like you hadn’t done it before.
Not even a month ago he’d had you squirting all over your favourite vibrator when he’d slipped away to the men’s bathroom to edge you over the phone. His smooth voice carrying you towards an intense climax hard and fast as he had you turning up the intensity to have you coming undone a little quicker than he would’ve liked, not that he was complaining. The pretty sounds you’d made over the phone were enough to have his cock throbbing beneath his slacks as he palmed himself to try and alleviate the tension, but he hadn’t expected you to squirt— you’re sultry whines of annoyance at the fact you’d ruined your fresh sheets filled him with an intense feeling of power as he shook his head, telling you that “You should’ve put a towel down, baby.”
Kiryu[7.31PM]: Can’t wait til I get home huh, pretty girl?
Kiryu texts back without even needing to look down at the screen, touch typing as he continues his conversation with Tsugeura. Leaving his phone unlocked beneath the table as Sakura squints from his position beside him, making out the colourful bubbles against the screen from a text conversation as he slinked lower in his seat. Who was he texting while he was out to eat with his friends, and why couldn’t it wait until he saw them in person?
You[7.34PM]: No :( I need you now.
Attached to the text was a photograph. A photograph that had Sakura’s hand slamming against the bottom of the table as he’d moved so fast to try and cover his eyes, knocking into the hardwood with the back of his knuckles as his cheeks flushed scarlet.
But now here you were once again playing with fire. And, if you’d have known that Sakura would’ve seen it, maybe you would’ve sent a better one. Instead of giving a pathetic pout up at the camera and hoping it would have Kiryu racing home.
The sudden movement caught everyone’s attention as Suo tilted his head to the side with concern, “Is everything okay, Sakura?”
“You don’t look so good.” Nirei offered from the other side of him as Sakura tried to remember how to breathe. His mind still focused on the photograph he’d just seen on Kiryu’s phone.
You’d looked so pretty as you stared directly into the camera with half-lidded eyes, a pretty pout on pink lips as you angled your body so your chest was in the frame. Round breasts cased in a lacy pink bra that matched the same shade you’d used on your lips, as Sakura struggled to breathe.
He hadn’t had a good look at the photograph, but it was enough to have him spiralling as he began to think about what the reast of you looked like, or how you looked without the bra at all. He hated himself for thinking such depraved thoughts, but even worse it was the rush of blood that left his brain and went directly between his thighs as his cock began to stiffen beneath his pants.
“Oh,” Kiryu looked down at his phone at the new messages from you, his eyes greeted with the pretty selfie you’d just sent, “is this it, Sakura? I’m sorry if you caught a glimpse, I didn’t even realise that she’d sent it.”
“Sent what?” Nirei asked as Kiryu held the phone up towards Sakura, this time the photo was zoomed in on your face so he could get an even better look at your lips. The gloss glistening against the light from the flash as Sakura squirmed in his chair, trying to alleviate the building tension as he swallowed thickly.
“My girlfriend sent me a photo, and I think Sakura snuck a peek.” Kiryu smiled innocently.
Normally Sakura would be fuming— he hadn’t snuck a peek when it was Kiryu who had been the irresponsible one and left his phone unlocked. Who did things like that? And the fact that you’d sent him such an explicit photo with no thought for the consequences.
Imagine if you’d sent it to the wrong person?! Imagine if you’d sent it to him—
Sakura felt a fresh wave of emotions surge through him at the thought. Picturing unlocking his own phone to a text thread from you and seeing that same, pretty photograph waiting for him. He began to wonder whether you’d send him more than just a picture, or whether you’d sent Kiryu any others.
“Just from a photo?” Suo laughed, “That doesn’t seem so bad.”
“I guess it was a little explicit, huh Sakura?” Kiryu smiled and then showed him the same photograph on the screen again.
“You should be more careful!” Sakura snapped, anger and embarrassment boiling in his veins. His voice came out louder than intended, as other customers turned to look at the commotion, only making him feel worse as he tried to tame his throbbing cock.
None of them had seen the photo though, seen how erotic you looked staring up at the camera. Only made worse when Kiryu got the same picture up on the screen again, and Sakura couldn’t tear his eyes away. Focused on the dark circles he could see beneath the cups of your bra that showed hardened nipples pushing taut against the fabric as he lost all sense of control.
“Oh, it’s that kind of photo.” Suo smiled, “No wonder. It seems like you’re not so shy after all, Sakura?”
Sakura was certain he wouldn’t survive, his balls seized between his thighs as they throbbed with desire. His cock hot and heavy as it pulsed beneath his boxers, fresh pre soaking the material as his knuckles turned white from holding onto the side of the table with such intensity.
“Oh, oh. Let me see, please let me see Kiryu-chan!” Tsugeura begged his friend like a desperate puppy, almost climbing out of his chair and across the table as Kiryu laughed playfully.
“I’ll have to text and ask if she minds you seeing—” He smiles, “And tell her that Sakura already snuck a peek.”
Sakura felt embarrassment surge through him at the thought of Kiryu telling you that he’d been like some sort of pervert over you, sneaking peeks at the photographs you’d intended to be for your boyfriend. But it hadn’t been his fault, Kiryu really should’ve been more careful— there was no telling how many sick, vile creeps were out there waiting to catch a glimpse of a pretty thing like you.
”Well, Sakura-chan?” Kiryu held his phone up to Sakura’s face so he could read the message, and it was all it took to have his hips jerking uncomfortably in his chair as his tummy caved in and he shot white, hot ropes of cum inside his boxers.
You[7.52PM]: Omg wait, Sakura saw?!?! Does he think I’m pretty?🥺 I can send another one if he wants—
Kiryu laughed beside him, watching as Sakura tried to hide his flushed face in the inside of his elbow as he planted his face on the table. Heaving in deep breaths roughly as he tried to fix the ache in his chest at the mere thought of you. Knowing all too well about your little puppy love crush on his best friend as he opened up the camera app on his phone—
“Maybe I should send her a photo back of you instead, huh Sakura?”
Imagine a big, macho guy like this thinking he’s got a chance with you, shamelessly flirting with you in front of Kiryu and telling you to come with him if you want a real man— but of course you’d pick Kiryu every single time and he fucks you in front of him.
