Fuckboy Shidou! Who made it his mission to get every living, breathing female creature on campus to scream his name in pleasure. Getting his dick wet in every hole they offered until graduation.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was about 80 % there already. Even having managed to stick his cock into the hot exchange professor after class once. To everyones suffering, he still brags about it.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who's so into it, he even made a list of names that are still missing to achieve his perverted little goal. And your name sticks out like lightning to him.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who tries to make deliberate advances towards you at the next party. Only to get his ego bruised when you decline all of them with a simple ‘Not interested. Sorry.’ and a shrug of your shoulders.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who flirts with the secretary to get your timetable and sits a few rows behind you in your classes instead of attending his own and follows you around town when you're out meeting friends, just to get a feel for what you like.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who can't get over someone saying no to his charm and starts courting you to the point he forgets all about other girls.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who finally gets you to say yes to a date. Only to realize that he doesn't have any clue on how to prepare something like that. How was he supposed to impress you enough you'd let him into your pants?!
Fuckboy Shidou! Who seemingly did manage to impress you enough to have you sprawled in his sheets the same night. Completely impressed by the way you can keep up and match his freak.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who can't get enough of you and your sweet body. The way your desperate begging and pleas for more, turn into whimpers of his name with your trembling legs locked around his hips even though you say it's too much.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was never one for giving oral. Not seeing the point in wasting his limited time with a chick on something he doesn't get any stimulation from when his dick always seemed plenty enough to get them to limp out of his room satisfied. But who then is greedily licking in between your thighs, never wanting to stop tasting.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who was so intent on throwing you out in the morning, like every other girl, but finds himself pulling you closer into his chest on instinct when the first rays of sunshine hit his eyes.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who gets made fun of by his whole frat for finally succumbing to one simple girl after strutting downstairs with hickeys, bite marks and scratches all over his shirtless self.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who takes his friends' comments as an insult to your striking beauty, your perfect body and overwhelmingly tight cunt and is ready to throw punches at his mates for it. They just don't understand.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who gets all tense when your smaller hand finds his and whose ears turn a bright red at how you stand there in just his shirt, rubbing your tired eyes and mumbling something about breakfast.
Fuckboy Shidou! Who's tugging you along out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, grunting in displeasure over his own stupid behavior and muttering something about showing everyone who's boss. His mates are still dying in a fit of laughter as he pounds you into the mattress again for good measure.
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Fuckboy!Sukuna Who never goes over to his place. It's his sacred sanctuary and only meant for The One if he ever gets to meet her. He also found it to be more of a hassle to get rid of the ladies if they stay in his bed.
Fuckboy!Sukuna Who surprisingly is huge on foreplay and loves giving more than receiving. He knows he's big, heard it too many times to count, so of course he has to get you prepared to take him without you whining and complaining.
Fuckboy!Sukuna Who is the kind of man who likes to have his women face down, ass up. Sue him, he likes the view.
Fuckboy!Sukuna Who will definitely fuck you into the sheets with one foot on your head to hit that one spot that makes every woman underneath him whimper and drool into the pillows. You're no different.
Fuckboy!Sukuna Who is spreading your ass cheeks to watch the way your cunt tries to accommodate his thick cock. A drawn out yeah, look at that... leaving his mouth in that low rumble like he's so proud of you for taking him to the hilt.
Fuckboy!Sukuna Who has a hard time with aftercare, but when a pussy really has been gripping him well, he at least tries. He throws you some tissues and hands you some water, asking if you're okay while getting dressed and leaving shortly after.
Fuckboy!Sukuna Who has a number system in his phone's contacts for the best of the best. The rest he usually deletes with a disappointed click of his tongue right after the front door closes behind him.
Fuckboy!Sukuna Who starts to call you for a quick relief more and more. Slowly turning a supposed One Night Stand into a casual hook up into a situationship he wasn't really prepared for.
Fuckboy!Sukuna Who only after waking up with you sleeping peacefully in his arms, under his sheets, in his bed, of the bedroom in his apartment realizes that you might be more special than he cares to admit.
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Like this man does not want to fall in love under any circumstances, but once he does? Once you're his? It's game over. This man is devoted! He will do literally anything to ensure your comfort and safety. He knows how broken families work and he will do everything in his power to make you happy, even if it means to burn down the rest of the world.
Plot: Choso. That quiet kid from a good middle-class home in the back of every single one of your classes. The boy you wouldn't have noticed if he didn't enter his rebellious phase around a year ago. Piercings, tattoos, metal rings clinking on every finger and shaking like a leaf when he first asks you if you'd sell him 'stuff' on a party.
Things between you two flow easily. Too easily, actually. Up to a point it scares you both. You will pull him into the depths of your addiction and destroy him in the process while he's the reason you continuously chip away more and more parts of yourself. You know you should stop seeing him so much, but the consequences of your actions are never on your mind when Choso is in your living room.
Warnings: emo boy! Choso - addict! Reader - drug use (weed) - sloppy make out - sex under the influence - even sloppier oral (m & f receiving) - cum play - aftercare - cockwarming - talk about somno (but no engagement in it)
Word count: 7.508
Lying lazily on the couch of your apartment, your body is slumped over his, while he scrolls through his phone with his head perched up on your own. The smell of weed fills the room and sticks to his clothes, filling your nostrils with his delicious scent every time you inhale. Like every time the two of you find yourself in this position, you can't help but feel guilty. He is way too good for you and you know that there is no possible outcome in which things have a happy ending for you two. You will destroy him at some point while he's the reason you chip away parts of yourself more and more frequently. You know you should stop seeing him so much, but the consequences of your actions are never on your mind when Choso is in your living room.
"Stop squirming s'much." He mutters.
You are snuggled up to him with your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Choso asked to come over because he was bored and had nothing better to do. Sex and getting high are usually the only reasons for you two to meet up. And of course, always in secret.
"'m sorry." You whisper quietly, adjusting your position and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He doesn't stop texting, not even bothered by your smaller frame now basically completely lying on top of him.
He lets a hum rumble through his chest as you continue to nuzzle your face in his neck. He's half tempted to place a kiss on top of your head, but he can't bring himself to do it and instead he adjusts his phone slightly and brings up a free hand to slowly play with your hair. It is a silent way of saying that, despite his words, you could move however much you liked. He doesn't like showing it, but he didn't mind your antics too much.
“You really are like a cat sometimes.” He mumbles more to himself than you in particular. “Always wanting attention.”
You can feel the rings on his fingers in your hair, scratching against your scalp and the feeling makes you sigh out in content. "Hmm...'m sorry. I'm trying, really... I'm trying real hard, it's just-" You murmur into his neck. Your eyes close when you inhale his unique scent again, a mix of weed, cigarettes and cologne.
You always get clingy when you're high. You can't do anything about it. Choso knows he isn't any better though, he's just shying away from openly showing it most of the time. Despite having the appearance of someone who constantly didn't want to be bothered by people at all, Choso was actually pretty touch starved. Maybe even more than you. It's probably why he always lets you cling to him so much.
Adjusting your position for the n’th time, you bring your head out of the crook of his neck and settle down against his chest again, looking at his phone screen. "Who are ya texting?”
He slowly lowers his phone, setting it beside his head and shifting under your weight to get a little more comfortable with you on top of him. "Just one of the guys. Don't worry, they're all just being stupid. They're talking about going to one of their uncle's houses by the lake." He hums in his low, soothing voice. "Some boring spring break gathering or something.”
You perk up at his answer, getting excited because last time the two of you hung out like this, you were talking about eventually meeting his friends and introducing you to them soon. "Really? Can I tag along?"
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you can see the discomfort on his face and a frown takes over your features. You don't want to push him out of his comfort zone, knowing that he wants to keep things casual...and secret. He probably won't even remember talking to you about it, you think, with how much weed the two of you had consumed on that evening.
Choso did remember. But he had hoped the topic wouldn't come up again. He promised too much last time, losing himself in a fantasy of a world that could never belong to the two of you. The very thought of you meeting his friends makes his stomach twist. It just isn't a smart idea. Sure, you guys are somewhat seeing each other, but the thought of his little friend group figuring you out, figuring out who you are to him, made him feel sick and ashamed of his cowardly self.
But the frown on your face makes his stomach twist even more. The last thing he wants to do is upset you and it almost made him want to say yes. Almost. Instead he pushes the notion to the side with a scoff. "You really want to come? With a bunch of dudes? The guys aren't gonna want some girl around...”
"Yeah… I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. The weed must have gone to my head already." You let out a dry chuckle while pushing yourself off of his chest and sit up, tucking your knees under your chin and curling up into a ball, making yourself as small as possible.
He can tell by the way you sit up immediately that you are disappointed. Your body language and tone give it all away to someone as observant as he is with you, to someone that knows you like the back of his hand. He can see that he hurt your feelings and he feels guilty. But why? You two aren't technically dating, so... Why did he feel so bad for rejecting you?
Choso doesn't say anything, but he does shift to sit up as well. He looks at you for a moment before he leans back against the couch. "It's not like you're missing anything special.”
You look over to him and try to give a reassuring smile but the disappointment was still present in your eyes. "It's okay, Choso. I got ahead of myself. Again. I know we're not...like this."
Another dry chuckle leaves your lips. "I mean, what would you tell’em anyway? That I'm a stray cat you picked up on the way? There is no way you could explain me tagging along without having to answer questions we both don't have an answer to…”
Choso tries to ignore the disappointment that is obviously there. It stabs at his stomach every time. He wants to just pull you into his lap and comfort you, but he holds himself back. This is what he wanted. A casual, no strings attached arrangement that no one has to know about, especially not his parents. Why was he suddenly craving more, wanting something different and wishing for a different outcome? Why did watching you sit next to him, looking so disappointed, make him question himself?
He lets out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "Right… I just… I guess, I don't want to hear their stupid comments. You know my friends. They're idiots when it comes to girls.” More like being idiots when it comes to people like you, but he doesn't wanna tell you that even though he knows you're very much aware of the differences in the lives you two come from.
You lean forward to get a pre-rolled joint from the table and climb into Choso's lap, straddling his hips and facing him. You take his face into your hands, the joint losely sitting in between your fingers and give a light kiss to his lips.
"It's fine, really. It's a boy's trip over the weekend. No girls allowed. Especially no 'sneaky links'. Let's not talk about it anymore, hm?" You hold up the joint and the lighter with a small smile on your face, hoping to let go of this annoying topic and if you're lucky enough these annoying feelings will vanish right with it as well.
Once you sit in his lap Choso, tenses up a little bit, but quickly gets comfortable. His hands find your waist to pull you closer and he tilts his head up so you have easy access to his lips. He doesn't want to admit it, but he is a bit of a cuddler. He knows this would be just one more thing on the list that his friends would make fun of, knowing that he loved having a girl in his lap. Not just any girl, but you.
He wraps his arms around you to keep you in place and huffs a little bit to show his agreement. "Good, it's not like you are missing out on much anyway. Bunch of idiots just getting drunk out of their minds.”
You hand over the joint and lighter and watch him take a hit, just admiring the way he looks right now. Choso’s hair is slightly disheveled and falling out of his signature twin pigtails, his lip piercing is moving slightly when he's inhaling the smoke and the under eye bags are standing prominent in the dim lighting. He is beautiful.
His gaze remains on you while he takes the drag, staring into your beautiful eyes for a moment, his own slightly hazy and low. Every time his attention flickers away to your body seated in his lap, they find their way back to your face. With your eyes shining like the night sky and your lips so kissable they always manage to snatch his attention. They are too distracting for your own good. Everything about you was distracting to him. A perfect mix. It was so annoying.
When he lets out the smoke slowly, you instinctively lean into him and put your forehead against his, your hands playing with the strands of hair on his neck. "You're right. I'd rather get high with you when we're alone anyway.”
Once he blows the smoke out, he brings the joint up in front of your lips again and speaks. "Then let's not waste any more time, yeah?"
As he brings the joint to your lips, you take a slow drag and never leave the intense eye contact with him for a single second. You have to blow out the smoke through your nose as your lips find his in a slow and lazy kiss. You can't help it, it's like you're drawn to him in every way, like a moth to the flames.
Your tongue darts out to lick at his lip ring on the right corner of his bottom lip and the moment your tongue flicks over it, he feels jolts of electricity fly down his spine. You are such a menace and so frickin hot all at once. Choso has to close his eyes and brings his free hand up to the back of your head. He tugs on your hair gently, pulling your lips a little more roughly against his own, wanting more contact. Craving it.
From here on Choso makes the decisions for you, deepening the kiss to his liking and the moment the cold metal of his tongue piercing delves into your mouth and against your own tongue, you let out a wanton moan. The kisses you two share after such a high dose of green are always wet, lazy and messy with lots of tongue and saliva. You loved it.
Just like he loves the way you would let out those little mewls and moans when he kisses you, especially when he plays with his tongue piercing, using it to explore your body in ways only he knows how to. It gave him a sense of satisfaction like nothing else. The way your reactions feel like something only he could get, something no one else can pull from you... it is addicting. He wants to keep you here, all by himself. He will never get tired of this.
When the two of you pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva connects you to one another and both of you are breathing heavily. You slowly climb out of his lap and go down on your knees between his already spread out legs.
"Another thing I always love to do when it's just the two of us." You say with the most seductive tone your hazy mind could muster, eyes blinking up at Choso almost innocently.
He grabs the joint and takes another hit, leaning down and this time blowing the smoke directly into your face as he gives you a lazy smile.
He places a small kiss to the top of your head before leaning back against the headrest again, making himself comfortable. The hand that's not holding onto the joint is never leaving the back of your head and stroking your hair gently. He couldn't take his eyes off you, his mind going back to all the other times you had done this to him. Choso can already feel his pants starting to become a bit too tight and he tries to subtly adjust his position. He knows exactly what you can do with that pretty little mouth and watching you go down makes his gut twist in the most pleasurable way possible.
"Y-yeah, I know…”
Your hands slowly slide up his sturdy thighs to the waistband of his sweatpants, dipping under it, slowly, teasingly, before you start pressing open mouthed kisses on the tantalizing skin between his shirt and pants. Choso's pants are being dragged down to the ground in the process as you try to hold eye contact with his beautiful, almost watery, fully blown pupils.
He swallows thickly when you start leaving kisses down his abdomen and he takes another drag of the joint just to calm his nerves, holding the smoke in his lungs as he watches you go lower and lower. The way you look up at him with those pretty eyes is going to be the death of him. You really know what to do to get a reaction out of him.
Once the joint was discarded safely to the side, the gentle strokes in your hair stop and instead Choso is lightly grabbing a handful of it, careful to never actually go too far and hurt you and gives a subtle tug to the strands. "S-stop teasin’ me.”
You let out a chuckle at his words. "Don't be so eager, Choso. I will give you exactly what you need." And before he can reply, your tongue darts out to leave a number of small kitten licks on his member, dragging along that beautiful vein on the underside and dipping into the small slit on top to taste him.
The moment your tongue makes contact with the sensitive skin, his back involuntarily arches and he lets out a sharp huff of air, followed by a soft groan. He looks down at you between his legs, watching you with a lidded gaze and slightly parted lips. He can feel his body heat up and his hands itch to pull your head closer. Just a little more and-.
He grits his teeth when your teeth lightly graze his flushed tip. He knows you did it on purpose, sensing his need to take control of your movement. He has to let you do your thing but he is losing his mind just seeing you down there.
When you blink up at Choso, his dark eyes look almost black at this point. The feeling of your tongue is driving him crazy and he wants more so badly, resisting the urge to just use his strength to pull you forward instead or buck his hips up until he's shoved all the way down your tiny, little throat that always takes him in so perfectly. "F-fuck... stop being a little brat…”
You suck gently on his red and angry tip, feeling him twitch in your hands, before another chuckle leaves your lips. "And here I thought I was the needy one. You're always so impatient when you're stoned, Choso." You lean back down to take him in fully, making your throat involuntarily constrict around him and you have to fight back a moan as his length makes you gag around him.
He practically throws his head back and lets out a low moan himself, his whole body arching and shuddering at the feeling of your throat around him. His hands find their way to the back of your head again, grabbing a bit harder at the strands and gripping onto you tightly. The way his breath comes out in hard sharp huffs and groans only spurs you on further.
He lets out a low swear through his teeth. "S-shut up and keep goin’..."
He closes his eyes and digs his teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself from pushing your head down rougher than he probably should. He's tugging on your hair a bit again while he let out a shaky breath, trying to keep himself from moving his hips up in a desperate search for more.
The only answer you give him is a strangled gag while bobbing your head up and down.
You always know what to do to get what you want from him. And right now, all you want to do is make him feel good. Make him feel better than any other girl could ever make him feel. Make him regret not taking you along to that weekend with his friends. Making him let out those beautiful grunts and moans, that you always love so much from him.
You are absolutely sinful. Every time you do this, you destroy him. No one has ever made him come undone the way you did, and it was embarrassing to admit that. Everyone else sees him as the weird, quiet kid with a stoic expression, who doesn't let anything affect him, but he knows in private you have him completely at your mercy and he was too far gone in the feeling to even care.
He continues to let out heavy breaths and guttural groans, his hands grabbing, holding, and pulling at your hair. A steady stream of low swears comes out mixed with your name. He is already starting to feel like losing control and then he stares down at you. A mistake.
When Choso looks down at you, the sight in between his legs would make any man weak in the knees. Your eyes are half lidded, tears streaming down your face, your cheeks dusted a beautiful red hue are hollowed just to give him more pleasure and hair disheveled from his tight grip.
The sight of you like this between his legs is going to drive him insane. His hands tightens even more in your hair, his body starting to tremble in your grasp. His breathing picks up more, becoming even more ragged and labored than before. He almost doesn’t want to look away, but his head leans back against the couch involuntarily, his face heating up and his eyes fluttering shut.
“F-fuck.. you look so-“ Choso cut himself off with another moan, his body moving forward slightly on its own accord.
When his hips buck up, you let out a loud and lewd gagging noise that is driving the both of you wild with want and need. His hands start to take control of your movement, his hips not faltering in searching out more pleasure, grinding up into your tight airway and you just take everything he's giving you, like the good little girl you know he wants you to be right now. The occasional muffled moan that escapes your throat only heightens Choso's pleasure.
You are going to ruin him. Completely and utterly destroy him beyond recognition. Everything about you is driving him crazy. His breath comes out in sharp and ragged huffs, the air around you two thick with tension and need. His body was starting to feel like it was overheating, his brain unable to form any coherent thoughts other than the feeling of your mouth on him.
There is a puddle of spit, tears and cum forming around the base of his thick shaft and Choso can feel it slowly dripping down, sticking to his thighs and ass, making him cling to the couch uncomfortably. But he doesn't care. Never cares when it's with you.
He tries to form a sentence, but every time he opens his mouth to speak another low rough moan comes out instead. His hips start to move in time with your bobbing motions, the grip on your hair getting even tighter, not letting you move an inch away from him. It was too much, but at the same time it felt like not enough.
Both of your hands now need to take leverage on his thighs, gripping tightly to ground and stabilize yourself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you could feel Choso being right on the edge. After a few more thrusts, he loses himself in the pleasure and tips over the edge.
The moment he lets himself go, he sees white for a second. His whole body trembling and his legs feel like they forgot how to work. The only thing holding him up currently is his grip on your hair. He lets out a guttural groan full of pleasure and rides out his high with shallow movements into your mouth.
Once it is over, his body collapses back against the couch, breathing heavy, chest rising and falling with every breath. The hand in your hair relaxes and he slowly lets go of you, gently patting the top of your head instead to encourage you to come up.
Like clockwork, a practiced routine you have become so familiar with, you sit up for him and straighten out your posture in an attempt to make yourself look somewhat presentable for him. You're still on your knees but inching closer to his face now.
Your mouth is hanging open, cum coated lips parted beautifully and begging for his attention. Your tongue lays inside, moving slowly from side to side so the taste of his release can swish in your mouth. Choso's hand slowly comes down to caress your cheek gently and he ends up tracing your bottom lip before shoving two of his ring clad fingers inside your mouth and pressing down onto your tongue. Immediately you start sucking and licking on his fingers, careful not to swallow any of his cum.
You two are absolutely filthy and it sends an intense shiver down his spine in the best way possible, seeing how much you savor him every single time. Your mouth hanging open with his release on your tongue has his gut twisting and his member twitching. It always ends up like this. With his fingers tracing over the contour of your features and feeling the slickness from his own release wherever it had landed on your beautiful face that day, before he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth, making you gag and tear up just for the fun of it.
He slowly pushes your chin up so that you are looking at him. His other hand is still lazily holding the side of your head. It feels lewd and taboo but just watching you lick around his fingers got him wanting more. “You’re so dirty, you know that..? Now swallow it. All of it.”
You follow his command immediately and swallow Choso's thick release around his fingers still in your mouth, your eyes fluttering close to the taste of him. He pulls out his fingers, his rings clinking against your teeth in the act and for a moment the two of you are just staring into each other's eyes, still breathing heavily.
Before you can say anything, he leans forward and cradles your face into his hands, pulling you close. The kiss is deep and hot as his tongue immediately delves into your mouth once more, exploring every corner and crevice, tasting every inch he can. He is desperate to find every last bit of his taste on your tongue and in your mouth, not letting anything go to waste as he continues to lick and explore.
He pulls you up and seats you into his lap, his hands gripping your hips tight, his large and muscular body nearly completely enveloping your own.
"Choso... Need you..." You speak out between kisses and it seems he is just as eager as you are.
Hearing you speak those three words has his blood pumping in his veins once more. Your voice is practically nothing more than a whine, full of need. It makes his already hazy brain go completely blank. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he takes charge once again and has you flipped over onto your back with him hovering on top, your smaller frame underneath him.
He pauses for a moment to look down at you, taking in your disheveled state. Your lips look so sweet and pink, your hair messy, your eyes teary and your makeup slightly smudged, your body completely at his mercy. He brings a hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing lightly against the skin.
"How'd you want me, angel?” He asks before moving one hand to rest on your hip, the other reaching up to brush some rogue strands of hair out of your face.
You let out a whine, back arching into him with desperation. "Mouth... Choso, I need your mouth on me. Please~" The words leave your lips high pitched, needy and in nothing but incoherent mumbles. The weed fogging your brain and making everything feel more intense. His hands and mouth, the sound of his voice, the taste of his skin and cum… It all just drove you further up the wall. You couldn't stand it anymore. You are so. desperate. for him.
The way you whine and writhe below him has his brain shutting down once again, a feeling of intense need overtaking his movements. He is already getting hard again just from listening to your needy mewls and he wants to give you what you wanted almost as badly as you wanted it. His brain is clouded and he could only think of satisfying you, giving you exactly what you want. Nothing less than you deserve. He was never good at denying you anything.
"Anything for you.. You know that.."
He presses a firm kiss to your lips in the brief moment that his brain was firing enough signals to think about doing it before he is on his way down your body.
Your body was writhing beneath him, trying to wriggle your core closer to his mouth already with your hips bucking up desperately. Choso's mouth leaves wet kisses down your body, paying special attention to the sensitive spots only he knows so well. His lips reach your stomach and his tongue flicks out against the metal of your belly button piercing, letting his teeth tug gently at it. You let out a lewd moan, hands flying into his hair. His teasing is driving you insane.
The way you react to the slightest touch and the sound of your pretty voice goes straight to his head and to the rapidly growing hardness in his pants. He can't help but want to hear more and so he continues to tease you, his tongue circling around the piercing smoothly and his hands sliding up your sides to gently cup your chest before he pulls away and keeps going down. His large hands push your legs apart to give him more room to settle between them. He takes a quick second to look up at your messy and debauched state and he smirks.
"You're getting impatient, angel." He teases.
Your head is thrown back into the couch cushions, your lips slightly parted. You could feel the strands of Choso's hair tickling the skin of your thighs while his mouth leaves kisses and bites alongside your hip bone and inner thighs.
"Choso, please~. You're mean, I didn't tease you for that long. So hurry up already, please." Your voice was shaky, breathless and slightly rough because of Choso's member down your throat just seconds ago.
The sight was mesmerizing for him and you already are so wrecked. He can't help but tease you a bit more just to see how far gone he could get you, but he knew he wasn't going to make either of you wait too much longer. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips, holding your body steady and keeping you from squirming too much, not giving you an ounce of control over the situation.
"Just a little bit more, I promise, sunshine. Just give me a moment." He speaks against your skin, his teeth catching and tugging lightly on the tender flesh between your hip bone and inner thighs, admiring the sight in front of him.
You can feel his hot breath between your thighs and when he leaves a soft kiss right onto your core, you let out a deep breath, calling out his name. Your panties are clinging to the wetness in between your legs when he slowly starts to slide them down and off of you.
"Already so wet for me, pretty? Just from sucking me off? You really are the sweetest, aren't ya?" He says, bringing your underwear to his nose.
The moment he catches a whiff of your arousal he knows his brain is going to completely shut off. Every coherent thought or idea he just had about teasing you is going out the window. The only thought left is that he can't wait to taste you. He wants to make you a complete mess underneath him and have your brain fogged with pleasure only he could give you. It is an incredible feeling to know he holds that kind of power over you.
Once the pesky panties are gone, thrown carelessly to the side, his head is now settled between your legs, right where he wants to be. "You're so pretty here too, you know that..?" He mumbles against your skin, letting his hot breath ghost over your core. He stuffs his face into your most intimate area, nose scratching against your nub in a delicious friction and he just takes a few deep inhales of your scent.
It should be disgusting, it should probably make you feel disgusting, but it isn't. Not to you and definitely not for Choso. Knowing how much this man thrives on you, wants you, needs you, like no one else has ever before... It makes you arch into him for more, gasping for air as if you're the one having trouble breathing fresh air and not him.
"You're already so drenched, angel. All for me." He purrs, his voice low and smooth before he finally places his mouth on you for real, his tongue gently tracing a line against the sensitive flesh.
"Holy shit! Choso!" The moment his tongue is on you, your brain logs out as well. Every coherent thought gone and left is only the feeling of the intense pleasure he is providing you.
The cool metal of his tongue piercing flicking against your sensitive nub has your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your hands gripping his hair tighter.
He grunts out a deep pleased sound as your fingers grip onto his hair, pulling roughly and urging him on. The sound of you moaning out his name and feeling your thighs shiver against his skull is only making him even more excited. He slowly brings his arms up to grip around your hips and pull your center even closer into him, his tongue continuing to taste you.
"Mmm~ 'ya taste so good. Could eat 'ya up all night..." His low murmur is followed by his tongue sliding down to your entrance, just slightly dipping in to tease you and taste even more of you.
By this point all you could do is leave out desperate pleas and sounds of his name. Your words such incoherent mumbles Choso has a hard time even registering what you are mindlessly babbling. "Choso. Fuck. Please. Need more. Choso. Please. Can't- I want- I need you. Choso, please~. More, please."
You are gushing around his tongue, your taste everywhere in his mouth and your scent filling the space around him. His tongue is still working relentlessly, licking and pushing at all the right places.
He can feel the desperation in your voice and he knows you are nearing your limit. He can taste it. So instead of giving you exactly what you want, he pulls his mouth away from you and sits back on his heels, hands still gripping your hips, a sly smirk on his face. He licks his lips, slowly and purposefully, as if to wipe and taste every last bit of you from his mouth while he stares down at you from between your legs.
"You're begging so pretty for me. It's cute."
"What the- Choso, noooo! Please~" Your hands come out to reach for him, desperately trying to tug him back down and clawing at his oversized shirt. Tears are building up again and slowly falling down your cheeks. "You're so mean! 's not fair. I hate you." You hiccup out between heavy breaths.
He watches with a wicked smile and a glint in his eyes as you desperately try to reach him, trying to pull him back towards you. He is enjoying this, watching you on the verge of complete desperation, a puddle of a mess for him. It was too cute and pretty to pass up an opportunity like this one.
Choso lets out a deep, amused chuckle and smirks even wider as you speak once more and he gently pries your hands off of his shirt. "Now now, don't be grumpy, little angel. Be a good girl and I'll give you what you want...”
You frantically shake your head yes, eyes screwed shut and back still arching for more. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes. I'm good. Always good for you, Choso. Was so good to you today. Choso, please~. I need it. Need release. It's unbearable, please!”
He can’t help but take a moment to enjoy the beautiful sight of you like this, desperate, needy, begging for him and him alone. It is incredible the kind of high it gives him to have you completely in the palm of his hand. He watches you writhe and whine, unable to do anything on your own, completely at his mercy.
"Such a good girl for me.. All for me, huh? You want it so bad, don't you?" His hands slowly begin to slide up your skin, reaching under your shirt, his fingertips tracing patterns across your stomach.
His hands roaming the bare skin up to your chest makes you whine out loud and arch even further into his touch. Everything feels so intense and overwhelming and you swear if he doesn't do anything else soon, this was enough to bring you over the edge. “Yes, please. Please do something, Choso... Anything!"
And then he slowly lowers himself back down, pressing his weight against your stomach and whispers a kiss against your droopy lips, licking the drool that was escaping your mouth away as if he had to savor everything that comes from you. He grins cheekily before throwing your legs up on his shoulders and goes down on you again until he is settled back in between your thighs.
It's his heaven on earth, his safe place. Your messy cunt and it's right here, just for him. He hums low in mock sympathy, his large hands coming up to caress your inner thighs while watching you with a slightly arrogant smirk.
He is enjoying this way too much, watching you falling apart slowly under his hands. The way you react and arch up into his hands was almost enough to drive him crazy as well, his own patience and self-restraint running thin. But he wants to tease and edge you just a bit more, just for good measure.
"Just a little more, sunshine. You can be good for just a little more, right? You've waited this long, you can be patient a little longer.." He hums against your skin, his lips slowly beginning to cover your thighs and hip bones with tender soft kisses.
"No! I can't Choso, please." By now everything that leaves your mouth is a broken cry, a cry for Choso to finally help you to release the pressure that has been building up inside of you for what feels like hours now.
You can't hold back anymore, it was like the lightest of his touches would be enough to send you reeling. And that you did. As soon as Choso's lips slowly start to envelope your sensitive nub, you are falling apart and over the edge. Your body shaking underneath him and you are clenching around nothing, wetness pooling out of you just to be licked up by Choso's eager tongue, that continues to work relentlessly.
He hums in satisfaction as he continues to taste you, his tongue moving up as he tries to taste and lick up as much of the sweetness and stickiness as he could. You are so sensitive by now, but he doesn't let up, his tongue continuing to move and taste without ceasing as his fingers dig into the skin of your thighs to hold you still, not letting you escape from his grip.
"Such a good girl..." He mumbles against you before putting his mouth back to work, his tongue working on you in relentless and fast motions. He almost feels like he is falling apart too. He groans out, his eyes fluttering shut with his own pleasure, not willing or ready to stop just yet.
"Fuck, Choso." When the overstimulation settles in, you try to wriggle yourself out of his grip but he just tugs you back even further into his mouth and holds you down so you can't move an inch. Your thighs are closing in on his head, your back arching off the couch and your hands gripping at the cushions desperately.
He would not have it at all. Choso is not finished, in fact he is far from finishing tasting you. Not even close. Every time you try to squirm and pull away from him, his hands grip onto you even tighter to hold you in place. His tongue continues to explore and taste, circling your private area in deep deliberate motions.
"You're not going anywhere, angel. You're gonna stay just like this, on my mouth, as long as I want." He mumbles against you, the low vibrations sending more friction against you, making it even harder to stay still.
It is lewd, it is filthy and messy. Exactly like everything else you two have done today. Just how you two love it. Your essence is everywhere, running down his lips and chin, dropping onto the couch and leaving a puddle of wetness beneath you that can join up with the mess from earlier for all he cares for.
It takes Choso forever until he is satisfied, wrenching every orgasm out of you until you are completely spent and have nothing more to give. Your legs trembling, core numb, your knuckles hurting from gripping tightly at everything within your reach, dried tears clinging to your cheeks after your eyes have run dry and your breathing so heavy it is hard getting air into your lungs at all.
And by the time he finally is satisfied, he is completely winded as well, his own breathing heavy and he is sweating. He can feel his own heart beating in his chest, completely out of breath and slightly light-headed from the lack of oxygen. He has to take a moment to catch his breath before he slowly sits back up, bringing his hand up to wipe some of the wetness from his chin and mouth. His eyes run over your debauched state, and in his hazy mind, all he can think to himself is how good you look, completely taken apart by him.
Choso pulls you up into his lap, so he can sit down and relax with you on top of him. He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you against his chest, a smirk still present on his handsome face. Your arms fling around his neck and you cling desperately to him while burying your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that is now mixed with your own.
"You did so good, you know that?" He murmurs while his hands begin to slide up and down your back in soothing and tender motions. His heartrate is already beginning to go back to normal, his brain functioning on more cylinders than before. He could feel the stickiness and dampness on your thighs against his own, a reminder of all the pleasure he just brought to you. He can't keep the satisfied smile off his face if he tries, his ego fully inflated with pride and a sense of possession. You are all his and he loved every second of it.
You can feel his hardness strain against your pulsating core. "'m feeling bad for you. If you want to, I can take care of that for you again." You mumble the words out into the skin of his neck, nuzzling yourself even deeper into his warm embrace. Your eyes feel heavy with exhaustion, the high from the weed still evident in both of you.
Choso is surprised that you are able to speak at all, considering the state he just put you in. He chuckles gently, his hold on you strengthening for a moment as he gives you a soft squeeze. He is incredibly impressed with your determination and dedication to please him, but like always, Choso's top priority is you. You and your well-being, your safety, your pleasure.
"Mmm... As good as that sounds, I don't think you have the energy, angel. You look like you're about to pass out… how about you just sit here for a while and look all pretty like this, yeah?" He smiles into your hair and presses small kisses into it, shifting his weight underneath you for a moment, making sure you're comfortable against his body.
"Hmm. Can do that for you." You murmur softly into his neck and start shifting, taking his heavy girth into your small palm and sink yourself down onto him. The sensation of the stretch making you let out a small gasp.
"Fuck. 's always so good, Cho. So big as well..." Your eyes flutter shut briefly before you look into his eyes, feeling your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. "Can we just stay like this, please? Feels better with you inside…”
The moment he feels you sink down onto him, he lets out a low, almost guttural noise. He grunts in pleasure, his eyes closing as he tries his best to catch his breath and prevent himself from getting too excited. Feeling you around him is incredible and when you ask him to stay where you are, he can't deny you your request.
"Yeah, I can do that for you, angel. Whatever you want. Just stay still for a minute, okay? Don't move, I just need a second.." Choso whispers into your hair, his hands gripping your hips and holding you in place.
You make yourself comfortable against him, relishing in the warmth of his body and the buzzy feeling in your head from the high of the drugs and the pleasure he just gave you. The movement makes you involuntarily clench around him and his length sink even deeper into you.
He lets out a low hiss as you slowly take even more of him, and he has to close his eyes once more to control his breathing and stop himself from bucking up against you. He is still a bit on edge, all the teasing and edging taking its toll, and the more you involuntarily clench around him, the harder it gets to keep himself in check.
Choso groans and curses under his breath. "Jesus, baby. Don't do that.. Please, just stay still, just for a minute, you're too much.." He almost sounds like he is in pain, his breath shuddering slightly.
"It's okay, Choso. You don't have to hold back... If I fall asleep you can just use me however you like, you know? I don't mind... Condoms are in the first drawer." Your head is leaning against his chest and your eyes are already closing. You can feel the tiredness taking over when you point into the direction of the cupboard to tell him where the condoms are in case he needs release while you are sleeping.
He groans out once more, he doesn't quite like the sound of your words. He never liked how the meaning of "using you” just rolls off your tongue like you were just an object for pleasure. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable, thinking about how you're giving yourself over to guys so easily. Guys that may not be him, guys that will follow up on your careless self degrading words.
"I don't think I can do that, angel..." He responds softly, his hands slowly rubbing up and down your back, trying to continue to soothe you. "When you wake up, then we can continue. But not like that....not while you're sleeping, I don't like that....”
You fall asleep in his arms and with him buried deep inside of you even before Choso has finished his sentence. And he stays like that until he's sure you're sound asleep before he slowly lifts you off his lap and lays you down onto the small couch, his arms untangling themselves from around you as he gently tugs the blanket around your body and making sure you are comfortable.
Looking down at you, he can't help but smile again. You look utterly wrecked but completely content. He has done his job well. He leans down to slowly press a gentle kiss to your forehead, trying his best to be as quiet as possible to not wake you. He heads off to the bathroom to handle his own situation and clean himself up.
After taking care of his predicament he heads back into the living room, laying down beside you. Your body is immediately searching for his, his touch, his body warmth and the feeling of safety as your sleeping form wraps around him.
He chuckles softly as you immediately curl up against him like you always do. Your sleepy form was endearing and he welcomes it with a loving smile. He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you even closer to his chest, gently tucking you underneath his chin. He isn't even sure how it was possible for you two to sleep on the couch like this in the first place, it seemed pretty small and cramped, but he would never complain.
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The desire to slap Naoya across the face when his filthy mouth runs a little too confidently as I grind against his clothed dick—the tip catching beautifully against the most sensitive parts.
Only to have him flip us over and fuck me silly for the audacity...and also because the stinging pain almost made him cum into his pants (how utterly embarrassing that would have been)
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Sae is acting like a prick, stomping on your feelings, ignoring the problems in your relationship and being his aloof self. But how will he cope when this time around you actually decide to leave it all behind for good?
cw: angst, breakup
Dating someone like Itoshi Sae wasn't easy. He was not the most affectionate, stoic and rather blunt—most often than not in a rude way—and despite picking up on the little things, Sae didn't care until you clearly worded what you wanted from him.
Football came first. Always. Not necessarily because Sae was interested in the career itself, no, he couldn't care less about the money and fame that came with being a thought after player. With Itoshi Sae, football represented something else. His obsession over training plans and winning, the pursuit of being the best of the best, was fueled by something else entirely. What exactly, you didn't know. His brother maybe or maybe... it was just self hatred.
Because despite not knowing what was driving Sae towards his goals, you knew it has something to do with a kind of deeply rooted anger that he tried to conceal behind that indifferent mask he wears.
You've been trying anything to make him open up and shatter the distance that he liked to keep between the two of you. You’ve been trying to be understanding and patient, but it’s hard when your boyfriend is so close yet so far away. Not to mention the dry spell that your intimate life was going through for the past few months.
You were supportive of his dreams, his career, his choices—sacrificing so many of your own over the past year just to play the dutiful, loving girlfriend.
You missed classes to watch his matches, didn't study for exams to accompany him during away games, you took care of him, the household and even cooked his meals according to his diet and training plan. You were okay with spending less time so he could pursue his dreams, but quite frankly, you've had enough of being ignored 24/7 and every time you think about Sae’s careless attitude and the lack of romance in your relationship, you only end up being even more angry.
You can’t even remember the last time you spent some quality time with your boyfriend in the past few months. Sae’s always traveling around the world for soccer games, practicing his skills, and even when he’s home he usually just watches replays to look over tactics.
And it all came to a head last month when he forgot your birthday. No “Happy Birthday” and no cuddling up in bed for 5 more minutes, just him telling you he will come home late after training before closing the door without even giving you a goodbye kiss.
You were disappointed at first but assured yourself that he did not forget, that maybe he had a surprise planned or comes home with some gifts and a cake. Itoshi Sae was a bit dense when it came to acknowledging his feelings, not great at showing affection outwardly, but surely your birthday would be an exception, the turning point to bring life into your relationship again.
But when he came home that evening, grumbling about how his teammates sucked while kicking his shoes into the corner, all your hopes shattered. Is this how little you meant to him, was football really worth that much more than you?
On the same night, you decided that two can play the game. No more rushing to the door and asking him how his day was when he got home, no more busting your ass cooking a nice meal for him, and no more putting in effort to try and look nice for him. You barely spoke to him anymore and even started sleeping in the guest room most nights.
He didn’t seem to notice, not mentioning anything about your change in behavior and it made you even angrier. It was like you were having a battle with yourself and losing. That’s until now when you’re sitting on the end of the couch, as far away from him as you could be while another soccer match plays on the flat screen.
You are glaring at him for the past 20 minutes from your end of the couch. Watching him sit there, sprawled out with his usual stoic attitude, legs spread and concentrating on a replay of his last game—one you haven't even bothered to attend.
It was a sight you once found attractive. In the first few months of your relationship where everything was great. Cuddled up together under blankets with Sae rambling about football and forgetting about team play statistics after 5 minutes into a make out session. Now it only reminds you of how detached and cold your love life has run.
“Is anything bothering you? Do you have any issues?” He speaks bluntly, clearly not impressed by your attitude as his head lolled to the side and his eyes meet yours for a second before resuming to his game. “If so, just say it. This beating around the bush is getting old and quite childish.”
What a jerk.
"Yeah, I do.” You grit out, anger and frustration bleeding into your tone. “Only one and it's sitting right next to me." You stand up from the couch, grab your phone from the coffee table and stalk towards the front door.
Sae finally tears his gaze from the screen, his brow furrowing slightly as he processes your words. His usual indifferent expression flickers with something resembling confusion—though whether it's genuine or just annoyance at being interrupted is hard to tell.
"Wait." His voice carries that same sharp, authoritative tone he uses on the field—expecting immediate compliance. "You’re storming off like a child throwing a tantrum. If you have something to say, don't waste my time with this nonsense and say it properly.”
He leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, studying you with narrowed eyes. "I don’t have time for your games.” A pause. Then, with a scoff: "You’ve been acting strange for weeks. If you’re upset, spit it out. Otherwise, just stop with this pointless drama already."
In typical Sae fashion he's demanding answers without an ounce of self-awareness. As if your anger was just another inconvenience he had to deal with.
You put on your shoes, throwing him another icy glare when you put on your coat. Is he seriously not even gonna try to stop you? "You know what? Fuck you, Itoshi Sae. You haven't been interested in me or what I do in months, do both of us a favor and don't start now.”
You click your tongue and open the door, turning to him one last time. "Just watch your stupid game, eat a protein bar instead of a real meal or take a few laps around the block to kill some time. Do whatever you did before meeting me. When you were still single and alone. Because, hey, lucky you, you're single again!"
You slam the door shut behind you so hard it rattles and just before the tears can spill past your lashes, running down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. You're frustrated. Frustrated at yourself for running away, for even hurting about the break up in the first place.
As the door to the apartment slams shut, a stunned, almost bewildered, expression passes over Sae's face. He remains seated, staring at the door, before he slumps back against the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
A long moment passes in utter silence. Then, with a muttered curse under his breath, he grabs the remote with slightly more force than necessary and shuts off the TV. He glances around the now quiet apartment, the realization of what just happened slowly sinking in...
"For crying out loud…" He mutters, raking a hand through his hair.
Eventually, he reaches for his phone, hesitates, then tosses it onto the couch with a low scoff, like the very idea of texting you was beneath him. But when the silence stretches too long: "...Tch. Like I care."
Yet when he stands up, shoving his hands in his pockets to leave the apartment for a run to clear his head, it’s obvious—for the first time in months—that he absolutely does care.
His run doesn't help to put order and reason into what had happened earlier. Yes, with the new season coming up—and maybe during the whole last season as well—he had been a bit more busy, but was it really that wrong? You knew football came first…
He’s sure that you will calm down, that when he comes home late after training the next day, you would watch your stupid romance movies while dinner was waiting on the table for him. You will talk it out and everything will go back to normal, to how it should be, with you by his side. Because if Sae is being honest to himself, he doesn't even know how to imagine a life without you in it.
But the only thing he finds after coming home the next day is an empty apartment. Not you sipping tea under a blanket while watching TV, no dinner on the table and no freshly washed track suits and jerseys neatly hanging to dry. Your clothes are gone from their wardrobe, your toothbrush thrown into the bin and the only thing you did left behind is that stupid plushie he won for you at the funfair on your first date—you never went anywhere without it.
Sae stands frozen in the doorway, grip tightening around the strap of his gym bag as he scans the empty apartment. The realization hits him like a misjudged tackle—sharp, sudden, and leaving him slightly winded.
He stares at the space, now dull and lifeless, his jaw tightening as his gaze sweeps over every detail—the silent absence of what used to be routine. His fingers curl slightly at his sides before he steps forward, grabbing the stupid plushie off the couch where you’d left it.
He scoffs, turning it over in his hands with an expression caught between irritation and something else—something sharper, more unsettled.
"She's so dramatic.” He murmurs, tossing it onto the couch—only for it to bounce and land pathetically on the floor. He ignores it, walking stiffly toward the kitchen, half-expecting dinner to somehow materialize. But the fridge is just as empty as the rest of the place.
A muscle in his jaw ticks. He slams the fridge door shut harder than necessary, his usual indifference fraying at the edges. After a long moment, he pulls out his phone, hesitates, then types out a text—only to delete it three times before finally settling on something characteristically blunt:
"You’re being dramatic. Come home. This is ridiculous."
Sent. No explanation, no apology—just a demand, like always. He stares at the screen for a moment, then shoves the phone back into his pocket with a muttered curse.
Still, when no reply comes after an hour, he finds himself pacing—restless, agitated. He picks up the plushie again, against his better judgment and scowls at it before brushing it off and placing it back on the cushions with deliberate precision.
He's sitting on the couch. The plushie stares at him. He glares back. For once, the silence isn’t comforting. And for once... he doesn’t know what to do about it.
The next evening Shidou trails home alongside Sae after training. Not that he needed that man anywhere near him today. Sae is already enough on edge without Shidou's troublesome presence and he never really quite liked how the pink haired devil looked at you like you are the next prey he could sink his teeth into. But now you are gone and Shidou is probably the only person Sae has in his life who's willing to spend time with him outside of the football field.
When Shidou steps through the threshold, he whistles low under his breath. "Yooo, she took that much color with her, huh?"
The whole evening Shidou couldn't shut up about the fact that you are gone, that Sae let you slip away, that he made a mistake. His cocky laugh vibrating through the apartment when he'd boast about how much better care he would take of a woman like you and to Sae’s own surprise Shidou unknowingly brings a lot of his carelessness to his attention.
How does Shidou know when your birthday is and why can't he remember what he has gifted you for the past 2 years? How does Shidou know that you had trouble passing one of your classes and had to work on essays for extra credit? Why does Shidou remember the name of your best friend and he didn't even notice you regularly met with other people?
Sae sits rigidly on the couch for the whole evening, fingers clenched around his knee as Shidou prattles on, each word like a needle pressing deeper into his pride. His jaw tightens whenever Shidou casually mentions another detail—something he couldn’t even recall.
"Shut up!” Sae snaps, but it lacks its usual bite. He’s not used to feeling... off-balance. Especially not because of something as trivial as a relationship. Except this time it wasn’t trivial, was it?
Shidou laughs, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. "What, you really didn’t know any of that? Damn, man. No wonder she left."
Sae’s eye twitches. He stands abruptly, stalking toward the kitchen just to escape the conversation—only to freeze when he passes the spot where your favorite mug used to sit. You always drank tea from it while studying.
Shidou follows, unbothered. "Seriously, dude, how do you not know your own girlfriend’s—"
"I said, shut up!" Sae snarls, whirling around. His usual cold composure cracks for a split second—something raw flickering beneath—before he regains control. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."
Shidou raises his hands, grinning. "Oh, I definitely do. And you my friend, you messed up bad."
Sae exhales sharply through his nose, fingers curling into fists. He should punch him. He should kick him out. Instead, he does something worse—something he never does. "...What else did she say?" The words are stiff, forced out like an admission of defeat.
Shidou blinks, then grins even wider. "Oho? So now you care?" Sae glares at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. Just frustration—at Shidou, at himself, at the fact that he’s asking at all. "Just answer the damn question."
Shidou leans against the counter, smug. “Nah. If you wanna know, go ask her yourself." Sae stiffens. The idea is... unfamiliar. Apologizing? Chasing after someone? That wasn’t how things worked. People came crawling to him, not the other way around.
Shidou let's himself fall back on the couch, sprawling out like an exhausted starfish and eyes already closing. "Gonna crash on your couch, buddy. We'll have training tomorrow morning anyways. We'll take that nice car of yours, yeah?"
It was typical Shidou fashion, coming over uninvited and staying despite Sae wanting him to be gone. It happened a few times in the past when you two were still together as well.
"Such a shame you let her go though, man. Her breakfast was always fire before morning drills." A heavy sigh of Shidou, but the smirk doesn't leave his face, like he's doing this on purpose now just to get on Sae's nerves.
"And she always made sure her hubby had everything packed for the day, waddling around the apartment trying to be silent when her insomnia wouldn't let her sleep..." Shidou chuckles at the memory of waking up to you rummaging through Sae's things for a trip to France. Another habit of yours he didn't even notice nor ever acknowledged, a reminder that he didn't even know you suffered from insomnia. "We had some good conversations those nights…” Shidou opens one eye to throw him a look that said: it's all your fault for ignoring what's important.
Sae still leans against the kitchen counter, grip tightening on the edge until his knuckles turn white. Every word from Shidou feels like a scalpel peeling back layers he never bothered to acknowledge—your insomnia, your silent efforts, the fact that Shidou of all people knew more about your habits than he ever did.
He wants to snap. To throw Shidou out. To pretend none of this matters. But the apartment feels too quiet without the sound of you moving around, and the weight of that absence is suddenly unbearable. With a sharp exhale, he grabs his keys from the counter. "Get out." His voice is low, dangerous.
Shidou cracks an eye open, unimpressed. "Uh, no? You got a spare room or something? Your couch is—"
"I said get out." Sae doesn't raise his voice, but the edge in it is enough to make even Shidou pause. For once, Shidou doesn't argue. He sits up slowly, studying Sae's expression—then whistles. "...Damn. You actually regret it."
Sae doesn't dignify that with a response. He just jerks his chin toward the door, jaw clenched. Shidou stands, stretching lazily. "Fine, fine. But for the record? You should go after her. And maybe, maybe, try not being a self-absorbed ass this time." He grins, sauntering toward the door. "Just a thought."
The door clicks shut behind Shidou, leaving Sae alone in the silence. He stands there for a long moment, staring at the spot where your things used to be—then abruptly grabs his jacket and heads out, keys in hand.
His phone weighs heavy in his pocket. He pulls it out, thumb hovering over your contact before he hesitates. What would he even say? And after a long moment, he types—slow, deliberate:
"You forgot your plushie."
Sent. It’s not an apology. It’s not even close. But it’s the closest he’s ever gotten to admitting. He doesn't know where he's going. But for the first time in his life, he's not walking away from something—he's chasing it.
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Toji loves your body hair! You can't convince me otherwise.
The little hairs on the back of your neck standing proudly whenever he whispers filth into your ear. Voice all low and gravely. The goosebumps that erupt on your skin and the soft hairs of yours painting a beautiful picture as he runs his hands over your body. Movie nights with your legs draped over his lap and his thumb drawing idle circles against your calves are getting a hundred times better when your last shave has been a couple of days prior.
And God forbid a razor ever touches your coochie! Don't get me wrong Toji is a munch and he's just as deeply in love with your pussy as he is with your smile, no matter the circumstances, but a bush?! There is nothing better for him than burying his face into your cunt when it's all hairy. He's so enamoured, spreading your lower lips with his fingers to reveal the dripping mess. Just for him. He loves how your sticky juices and his cum tangle in the hair, making you even more of a mess. He's especially proud when he can make you wear it out in public, knowing that his load is dripping out of you and getting caught in the strands of hair, pooling inside your panties just for him to lick clean later. His mouth watering every time he looks at you in pretty dresses and skirts, knowing what lays underneath.
He doesn't understand why you would ever feel the need to change something for him. Every time you complain about itching, red spots and irritation. Why would you put yourself through the torture if he doesn't give a fuck about a clean shave?! To him, hair means no 'everything showers' and more time spent together. If you wanna stay under the spray of water for an hour, Toji has no problem joining you. He can occupy your time way better than a stupid razor anyways, giving you so many creampies you thought you've used shaving cream.
It's cute though... How you get a little shy every time he peels off your clothes, a deep red dusting your cheeks that you try to hide behind your hands and stuttering about how you haven't shaved. To him, you're perfect! You're perfect and beautiful and all his to keep!
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Shidou Ryusei is the kinda guy who revels in the fact that he's claiming you before anyone else has.
You don't necessarily have to be a virgin (although that would skyrocket his ego even more), he just needs to have you before anyone else from the team gets you. He may not be the most experienced around topics regarding interpersonal relationships, but he isn't as dumb as people want to believe upon first impression of his fiery demeanor and he sees the way the other guys look at you. How Bachira is extra touchy with you, how Nagi seems to have a new favorite cuddle plaything, how Reo buys you whatever thing you lay your eyes upon and how even Rin, that bastard, seems to not be as much of an asshole when you are around.
It's the power he gets off on.
Making you submit to him. Your small hands trying to push him away while your mouth still moves in sync with his. Making you take it. Your hoarse voice crying out about how you can't give him one more, but your back is arching off the mattress and your legs lock around his waist. Pushing your limits. You're hiding your blushing face away in your hands or the pillows while moaning about how what he does is so nasty and still being the wettest you've ever been.
Cockiest motherfvcker ever!
Laughing in your face during all of it. Mouth running the filthiest words, tongue licking every bare piece of skin and teeth sinking into every bit of flesh he can find. He needs to mark you, preferably permanently for everyone to see. His hands are gripping harshly, no mercy there either, as he manhandles you however he sees fit. Waist to keep you from running and hips to tug you back onto his girth. Crushing your wrists in his hold or making you lightheaded with a firm hand around your throat.
Wants everyone to know who got you first.
Wants you to moan and whine and scream. Oh please, for the love of God, let this man's name fall from your pretty, swollen lips when you come undone. Only satisfied when everyone in the whole building knows who makes you feel like this. Your breathing so ragged you can barely get any words out, gasping in his hold as your eyes roll into the back of your head and his name falls from your lips like a prayer.
Isn't actually planning on keeping you around for long though. He doesn't take interest in girls like that, his priority is soccer and always will be soccer. He just needed to show his useless teammates that, like always, he comes out on top.
But Shidou has to admit, that if he had to choose one thing in his life that comes close to the high of scoring goals, it would definitely be the feeling of your warm, wet cunt.
@missyonmission
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