**Note: This started out as a one shot, but thanks to stal1n33 this has turned into an ongoing 'series'. I just finished writing part 8 and I don't think I'm done. So thank you for your support.**
IT had not passed. Not even close.
Sae's forehead pressed against the shower tiles, the hot water soothing any aches except the one in his damn chest.
"You guys heard about Y/N, right? Bein' scouted?" Otoya mumbled.
"No fuckin' way," Shidou's head snapped up.
Sae closed his eyes wondering just how dumb his teammates were. Before accepting the offer from this club, Sae had done his research. And there was no way you would ever leave.
"Shut up! Y/N isn't going anywhere," Rin was zipping up his duffel now.
"I dunno man," Otoya shook his head.
"Ehh, I'll just keep her in my locker if she tries to leave," Shidou giggled like a school girl with a crush.
Sae ignored their continued ramblings, surprised to see Rin waiting for him when he exited the shower.
"She's not leaving," Sae turned his back to Rin.
"I know!" Rin responded defensively.
But Sae knew him too well. The only reason he'd stuck around was for confirmation. Somehow Sae's surety in everything still comforted his little brother.
"Go home, Rin."
Sae felt his brother's eyes boring into his back. Pulling his shirt over his head he remained patient waiting for Rin to say whatever was on his mind.
"I know."
Sae stopped mid reach for the gold bar necklace on his locker shelf.
"Okay," Sae finally responded when Rin didn't say anything else.
"Tch. You're in denial." Rin's tone was sharp.
Sae pinched the bridge of his nose to keep from sighing too loudly.
"Of what?"
Sae finally turned, Rin's expression annoyed now.
"Fine. Fuck your life up."
Rin stormed out though he felt more victorious than angry.
Sae ran a hand over his face. Rin didn't know anything. Denial was a waste of time. And surely knowing you for nine years...
"Oh fuck," Sae muttered as the realization hit him.
Sitting on the bench he sorted through his thoughts. Sae hadn't paid much attention to you when you first met. Aware of you, sure. Back then his only focus was soccer and when you left ReAl he didn't think about you. Much.
"Comin' in!!! So cover up!" You entered the locker room expecting it to be empty, surprised when you saw Sae. "Oh, hey. Thought everyone was gone. Don't mind me," you gave him that generic smile.
Sae observed as you moved to Pratt's locker and began decorating it with the bag of goodies hanging off your arm. Once you'd added enough glitter to cause permanent trauma, you attached a gift bag.
"You could just put it in his locker," Sae commented watching as you added a comical amount of tape to keep the gift bag in place.
"Nope. He's gonna work for his birthday present...You good? Not normal for you to hang around the locker room."
Sae grabbed his bag and started towards the door. Part of him wanted to stop, but he didn't. Rin was wrong. Sae Itoshi wasn't in denial.
The door shut behind him and you shrugged, glad that whatever was going on with Sae was over.
Summary: seishiro nagi starts to think youโre a hassle to deal with. Until you pull away.
A/n: dont rlly like it, not proofread either so there could be mistakes
The afternoon sun filtered lazily through the curtains of Nagiโs apartment, casting long shadows across the floor where you sat curled against his side on the couch. His latest match had ended hours ago, but he was still in that post-game hazeโcontroller loose in his hands, eyes half-lidded as he ground through another level in some mobile game. You didnโt mind. You never minded.
You pressed closer, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. โNagiโฆ you were amazing today. The way you trapped that ball mid-air? I couldnโt stop watching the replay.โ Your voice was soft, almost reverent, the way it always got when you talked about him. You leaned in, brushing a kiss to his shoulder. โCan we order that peach tea you like? Iโll feed you the snacks this time. You donโt have to move.โ
He hummed, a noncommittal sound that used to feel warm. Lately, it just feltโฆ distant. โEh. Itโs whatever. Too much effort to get up anyway.โ
You smiled anyway, ignoring the tiny sting. This was Nagiโyour Nagi. The genius who could make miracles on the pitch but hated anything that required more energy than breathing. You were the one who made things easy for him. Who clung to him like a lifeline because being near him felt like the only thing that quieted the restless ache in your chest. โI love you,โ you whispered, tightening your hold just a fraction.
He shifted slightly. Not away, exactly, but enough that your hand slipped. โYeah. Love you too.โ
Days blurred into the same rhythm. Youโd show up after practice, arms full of his favorite thingsโenergy drinks, that limited-edition game heโd mentioned once, your presence filling the quiet spaces he never seemed to mind before. Youโd wrap your arms around him from behind while he cooked (or more accurately, while he watched you cook), resting your cheek against his back. โMissed you,โ youโd murmur every single time, even if it had only been hours.
At first, heโd lean into it. A lazy arm draped over your shoulders, a mumbled โYouโre warm.โ But lately, his responses grew shorter. His body tensed under your touch. Youโd catch him staring at his phone instead of meeting your eyes, or excusing himself to โtake a napโ right when you started talking about your day.
One evening, it cracked.
Youโd spent the whole day planning a quiet night inโhis favorite ramen simmering, blankets piled on the couch, even downloading that new co-op game so you could play together. When he finally walked through the door, shoulders slumped from training, you practically bounced over, throwing your arms around his neck.
โNagi! I made yourโโ
He sighed, longer and heavier than usual, gently but firmly prying your arms off. โCan youโฆ not right now? Itโs been a hassle all day. Everythingโs a hassle.โ
The words landed like ice. You froze, searching his face for the usual lazy affection, but it wasnโt there. Just exhaustion. Irritation, even. โOh,โ you said softly, stepping back. โSorry. I justโฆ wanted to make you feel better.โ
He rubbed the back of his neck, not looking at you. โItโs fine. Justโฆ give me space sometimes, yeah? Youโre always on me. I canโt even think.โ
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. That night, you didnโt press. You ate in near-silence, cleaned up without asking him to help, and left earlier than usual with a quiet โGoodnight, Nagi.โ No extra hug. No lingering kiss. No whispered I love you at the door.
The next few days, you pulled back.
Messages became shorterโHope practice went well instead of paragraphs of praise and heart emojis. You stopped showing up unannounced. When you did see him, you kept your hands to yourself, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, smiling politely when he spoke but not filling the gaps. No more clinging. No more trying to anticipate his every whim.
It was supposed to help. Give him the space he wanted. But it felt like carving out pieces of yourself.
Nagi noticed immediately.
At first, he didnโt say anything. He told himself it was a reliefโthe quiet, the lack of constant input. He could game without your head on his shoulder. Nap without feeling your fingers in his hair. But the apartment feltโฆ empty. Too empty. The peach tea in the fridge went untouched because opening it reminded him of your voice offering to pour it. The co-op game icon sat unopened on his screen, mocking him.
By the third night, the guilt gnawed at him like a bad loss on the pitchโsharp, persistent, impossible to ignore.
He found you at the usual spot near the training grounds after practice, sitting on a bench with your knees drawn up, staring at nothing. You didnโt light up when you saw him. Just a small, careful smile. โHey.โ
Nagi stood there, hands in his pockets, hair still damp from the shower. For once, the laziness in his posture felt forced. โYouโve beenโฆ different.โ
You shrugged, looking away. โYou said I was a hassle. I didnโt want to bother you anymore.โ
The words hit harder than any tackle. He winced visibly, stepping closer but stopping short when you didnโt move to meet him halfway. โI didnโtโฆ mean it like that.โ His voice was quieter than usual, almost uncertain. โI was tired. The matches, the pressureโeverythingโs been too much. But when you stoppedโฆโ
He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. Nagi Seishiro wasnโt good at this. Feelings. Effort. But the ache in his chest when he thought about your empty spot beside him was worse than any hassle.
โI miss you,โ he admitted, blunt as ever. โThe way you cling. The way you look at me like Iโm not a pain in the ass for existing. It feltโฆ good. I didnโt realize how much until it was gone.โ He looked at you then, violet eyes unusually sharp with regret. โIโm sorry. Donโt pull away. Please. I donโt want space if it means losing you.โ
You bit your lip, eyes glistening as the walls youโd built cracked. โI thoughtโฆ if I was too much, youโd leave anyway.โ
He closed the distance in a rare burst of initiative, pulling you into his armsโawkward at first, then tighter, burying his face in your hair. โYouโre not a hassle. Youโre the only thing that doesnโt feel like one.โ His voice muffled against you. โDonโt stop. I need youโฆ even if I suck at showing it.โ
You clung back, finally, the familiar warmth rushing in. The angst lingered in the air, raw and unresolved, but his arms around you felt like the start of something steadier. Nagi wasnโt perfect. He was lazy, blunt, and sometimes blind to everything outside his own world. But in that moment, the guilt in his hold told you he was trying.
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
๐ synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
๐ contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
๐ word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
๐ credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read this...
๐ A/N: piggybacking off this post. based off an argument i had w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people โ especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of yourโ
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they wereโall round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rinโ"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touchรฉ."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at youโ
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled andโ
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your kneesโthey were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goesโa physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfftโ You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was aโ"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favouriteโFrench fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfectโnobody wasโSae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmerโneedier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmmโ" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeahโSaeโit's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so goodโso, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hotโsuffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!โ"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, yโknowโฆ"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used toโmirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But Iโ It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like thisโ"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfftโ You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"Iโ" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Saeโ" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"Noโ I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "NoโNo shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yoursโone stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!โ"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with youโsofter with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You'reโ" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like thisโ"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thighโan attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Owโ"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kissโall tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mmโ"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That'sโ" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you'reโ"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Shโ Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is soโ" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ahโ t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my godโ" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!โ This is so embarrassingโ"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna dieโ"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsherโneedier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at himโhis shirt, his shoulderโto be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathingโpanting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my godโSae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'mโ"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshlyโso harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Shโ Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told youโ I know what that isโ"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae. "You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cuteโalmost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skinโ
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hairโoutwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
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Vivien Hugo and the way he reacts when you try to get him to eat avocado. Looking at the green fruit with a look of pure betrayal, as if you insulted his whole family. He will gently push your hand away, rambling about how it has no taste before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose and whispering that he'd much rather taste something sweeterโyou.
Vivien Hugo and the way he uses his blank pages to admire you. Catching him staring intently at an open book with absolutely nothing printed on the pages, his chin resting in his hand. When you ask him what he's doing, a soft, adoring smile will break across his face as he looks up through his pretty lashes, murmuring that he's just visualizing the exact chapter where his destiny finally walked into his life.
Vivien Hugo and the way his lashes brush your skin during a kiss. Closing his eyes tightly as he pulls you into a slow, deep kiss, the tips of his lashes tickling your cheekbone with every flutter. It's a tiny, delicate sensation that feels so intimate and real.
Vivien Hugo and the way he talks you through it. Whispering a constant, breathless stream of French and English right against your ear. Praise and unfiltered devotion pouring from his lips in a low vibration because he needs you to know how much you consume his mind.
Vivien Hugo and the way he reacts when you kiss him to interrupt his yapping. Eyes widening in sudden surprise before his lips immediately soften into a proud smile against yours, wrapping his fingers around your neck and humming happily into the kiss.
Vivien Hugo and the way he looks at you when you're just being yourself. Watching you do something mundane across the room, a look of pure, quiet realization crossing his face as he walks over to wrap his arms around you for no reason, whispering how lucky he is that the universe chose him to love you.
Vivien Hugo and the way he kisses your temple when you're busy. Not demanding your attention, just needing to touch you. Lingering there with his eyes closed, breathing you in with a soft smile because even when you're not paying attention to him, you're his entire world.
Vivien Hugo and the way he sleeps beside you. Tangling his long legs completely with yours, burying his face directly into your neck with his arm locked around your waist. Sleepily whispering soft, incoherent French endearments against your skin every time you shift.
Vivien Hugo and the way he loves seeing you in the front row of his games. Catching your eye across the pitch to give you a small wink. His entire performance becoming a silent love letter to his destiny.
Vivien Hugo and the way he whispers to you in the early morning. Waking up first to admire you and murmur the sweetest thoughts right against your temple while you're half-asleep, letting his voice be the first thing that wakes you.
Vivien Hugo and the way he looks at you when you wear something he bought, eyes softening into a warm gaze as a proud smile spreads across his lips.
Vivien Hugo and the way he comforts you when you've had a bad day. Pulling you into his lap and resting his chin on your head. Not pushing you to talk, just holding you close while softly rambling about a silly training detail to shield you from your sadness.
Vivien Hugo and the way he kisses your hands. Catching your wrist while you're talking to bring your hand to his lips, pressing slow kisses to your knuckles, palm, and wrist. Looking up through his pretty lashes with a soft gaze, entirely unbothered by the rest of the world.
Vivien Hugo and the way he uses his wealth to show his devotion. Spending hours tracking rare, custom-made pieces that perfectly match you. Tossing the luxury boxes into your lap with a casual laugh, pretending it's not a big deal when he actually spent weeks perfecting it for his muse.
Vivien Hugo and the way he worships you, taking his time to press soft kisses from your collarbone all the way to your lips. Romantically narrating every reaction you have, whispering how much he adores the way your breath hitches when he touches you.
Vivien Hugo and the way he loves your laugh. Being intentionally dramatic or ridiculous just to catch that specific spark in your eyes. Going entirely quiet for a second just to listen to the sound, smiling as he whispers that your laugh is the only thing that makes him feel at home.
Vivien Hugo and the way he pulls you into his lap to talk about your future together. Chin on your shoulder, long arms holding you tight as he murmurs about a house in the French countryside. Speaking as if it's already a reality because he cannot visualize a future without you in the center of it.
Debrief: The Ubers are doing some PR work, and coaching kids. You go to the practice to watch your husband work.
Warnings: while this is GN!Reader, it does mention ovaries, Oliver being hot by simply existing ๐คฃ
Case Notes: wrote this about a month and a half ago after soccer practice one day and watching my husband coach ๐ฅต finished this because Oliverโs birthday is coming up and saw that @ is doing a special of her own for it! please enjoy ๐
The sun is doing that lazy golden thing over the field, turning everything a little too cinematic to be real. Kids are scattered across the grass like dropped marbles, chasing a ball with all the coordination of caffeinated puppies.
And in the middle of it allโ at least in your eyesโ is your husband. One Oliver Aiku.
Whistle between his lips, sleeves pushed up, hair slightly damp at the edges from chasing around these kids in the hot sun. The Ubers were running a kids soccer camp, some public outreach. It was giving the team a heap of good PR.
Oliver is crouched down in front of a kid who looks on the verge of tears, speaking low, steady, patient. One hand rests lightly on the kidโs shoulder, grounding him.
โHey, hey. Youโre thinking too much,โ he says, tapping the ball, โTrust your instincts. Soccerโs like a conversation. You donโt freeze mid-sentence, right?โ
The kid sniffles. Nods. Oliver grins, bright and boyish as the kid gathers his bearings, โGood. Now show me what youโve got.โ
He stands, stretchesโ God, that stretch, his back muscles straining under the material, stretching his athletic shirtโ and jogs backward, giving the kid space.
You were fine five minutes ago. Perfectly fine. But now though? Now your brain is doing something deeply unhelpful.
Because itโs not just that heโs good with them. Itโs not just the way the kids light up when he praises them, like heโs handing out gold medals instead of โnice try, go again.โ Itโs the way he switches modes so effortlessly. On the field, heโs all command and instinct and razor focus. Off the fieldโ like thisโ heโs warm, teasing, encouraging. A leader without even trying to be one.
And unfortunately for your sanityโฆ that combination is doing things to you.
Oliver blows the whistle again, calling for a water break. Kids scatter toward the benches, chattering over each other.
He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling, then his eyes flick toward you. He notices immediately, of course. That slow, knowing smirk creeps in like heโs just been handed a secret.
He jogs over, grabbing a water bottle and taking a long drink, throat moving, completely unawareโ or very awareโ of the effect heโs having on you. Like he can hear your ovaries screaming.
โYouโve been staring,โ he says casually, voice low enough that the kids wonโt hear.
โI have not.โ
He raises a brow, โYou have. Kinda intense, too. Should I be worried?โ
You cross your arms, trying for composure and landing somewhere closer to barely contained, โYouโre good with them.โ
โYeah?โ His grin widens, wolfish now. โThat what this is about?โ
You hesitate. That isโฆnot the whole truth.
Oliver leans in just enough to invade your space, voice dropping another octave, โOr is it something else?โ
You swallow. He smells like grass and sun and sweat and something thatโs so distinctly him, and itโs unfair. Completely unfair.
โKeep looking at me like that,โ he murmurs, brushing his thumb against your cheek as he cups your face, โand Iโm ending practice early.โ
You huff a quiet laugh, trying to recover from how flustered he still makes you after all these years, โYou wouldnโt.โ
He glances back at the kids, then at you again, eyes glinting with trouble, โWanna test that theory?โ
One of the kids yells, โCoach Aiku!โ
He straightens instantly, slipping back into coach mode like flipping a switch. โComing!โ he calls, then shoots you one last look over his shoulder.
That look says โthis isnโt over.โ
And just like that, youโre left on the sidelines, heart doing laps of its own, watching your husband go back to being effortlessly, infuriatingly irresistible.
โฝ๏ธBLLK Masterlistโฝ๏ธ ๐ฆReturn to the Batcave๐ฆ
Took me a while to finish this. Eid was here, and my friend was feeling depressed so I had to be there for her (she's much better now!). This was rotting on my phone's notes since April lol. I used to add any idea to it during class.
Wc: 1,6k
Warnings: none I think? except swearing from Kaiser, and maybe some punctuation mistakes, or grammar mistakes?
Enjoy!
The playground was empty at this hour. The children already left, making it depressingly quite. No laughter, nor any playful fighting between kids. It wasnโt too late, but everyone had gone home before they got scolded.
"What are you doing alone out here?"
That voice was familiar.ย
"Michael?" He was wearing a black leather jacket. His breath a reminder of how cold it was getting. He was also carrying what looked like a shoebox? It was definitely bigger than normal.
"What are you doing here?" you asked.
"You answer me first." He walked towards the bench, sat next you, and faced the swings. "That bastard called me saying you left the apartment with a note. What the fuck were you thinking leaving me with his ass?"ย
"Yoichi's not that bad." You huffed looking away from him towards the playground.ย
Ever since you three had started sharing an apartment together, there always seemed to be a reason for those two to biker.ย Be it what movie to watch during movie nights, what to make for dinner, or who would get the luxury of driving you back home from work. It honestly feels like babysitting two grown men without earning minimum wage.
"He's nice, you two just never gave each other a chance to communicate. Plus, I needed to clear my head a bit.." You rubbed your arms. The weather was getting a bit chilly. "I know..., I should've let you guys know I was heading out. Sorry."ย
Michael was still looking at the swings as the wind swayed them slightly. "Were you searching for her?"ย
You look down at your boots and sighed, feeling more deflated and blue, "I only looked around the park near the complex, and this playground..."ย ย
A squirrel came down a tree looking for pine cones under the slides, and you both watch it silently.ย
Your cat had gone missing just a week ago, and the hole she left in your heart was still as wide as when she disappeared.ย She was so cute, warm, and fuzzy. She had white fur with brown and orange spots all over her, and she would always nap with you.ย
Loosing her not only affected you, but also Michael and Yoichi. She wasn't their cat but they still played with her and took care of her for you when you were out. And seeing you this upset and depressed was also dragging them down. Who wants to see their dear roommate in this situation?
"What if i never find her again. What if something or someone hurts her. What if she-"
"Shut up and take this." Michael dropped the shoe box at your lap.
You blinked at him, then look down at the box, "huh, NiQe shoes? Why would you get-"ย
A small, barely heard, sound came from inside the box stopping you in your tracks. It can't be...
You look up at him to confirm your thoughts, but Michael looked away a bit nervous...
"meow," it happened again!ย
You looked down at the box in your lap, then back at Michael. "Michael, did you..."
He didn't face you. He just scratched his neck, averting his eyes from you.ย
You slowly lifted the lid, anxiety at your fingertips. Your suspicion was correct. A small kitten peeked its head out -A gray British Short hair - with bright, greenish-blue eyes.
The kitty was scared and wary of you. She stuck to a corner in the box looking at her surroundings. Did you expect it to be your lost cat? You're not so sure anymore.
The gesture left you speechless. You didn't expect something like this from Michael. It wasn't that he was a heartless guy, no. Even tho he could be rude and egoistic, which is most of the time, but this was so sweet and thoughtful coming from him.
"Look." he sighed, pushing his hair back. "I know how much Cloud meant to you... but it's eating at me seeing you like this for days." He curled his hand into a fist as if this whole thing was somehow his fault. "I am not saying you should give up on searching for Cloud. And I know you won't treat this cat as a placeholder-"ย
Hiccup.ย
He was cut off by your sudden hiccup, and when he turns to look at you, he saw tears starting to stream down your face.ย
He panicked.ย
No, this is not the reaction I wanted, he thought.ย
"M-michael-*hiccup*"
He can barely regulate his own emotions, let alone someone else's.ย
"Hey look," he said, turning his body to you raising hands as if hoping that they'll magically calm you down. "Why the hell are you crying?, if you don't want it, I'll take it back, or give it to someone else-"ย
"NO! Don't do that!" You hug the box tightly to your chest, tears still spilling from your eyes you almost wet the cat.ย "I love it so much...thank you Michael." You sniffed, wiping your tears and runny nose in your sleeve.ย
"*sniff *Even tho you are awfully egoistic and so full of yourself, and I still want to rip those rat tails from your hairโฆ" You look at him through fog of tears. "I'll forever thank you for this...you have a thoughtful side to you i guess."
Michael just sat there, staring at you as you wiped your face. He didn't expect you to cry over this. But he was glad you liked his gift nonetheless.
After drying your eyes, you set the box down to your left and hug him tightly on the side.ย
He froze. He didn't know whether to be happy about your reaction, be mad at your insults (even if they were facts, and he knew it), or push you away entirely.
"O-oh I-i am so sorry!" You pull away once you remembered his issues with physical touch, "I-i forgot, I didn't mean-"ย
"No." He placed his hands on your back and pulled you right back in. "It's fine..."ย
You hum peacefully, and wrap your arms around his waist, "thank you Micha."ย
That definitely showed some development between the two of you. Even tho Michael was still uncomfortable with being touched, he still layed his head on yours and closed his eyes.
"Okay, you can let go now." He playfully shoved your shoulders. "You can ask the emperor for a hug next time. And don't fucking call me that."
This guy.. of course he'd say something like that!
"Fineee, understood, your majesty.."
You grab the box. Luckily, it was covered in warm cloth, so you didn't need to worry about the kitten catching a cold.ย
"C'mon." Michael got up first, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Let's head back before Yoichi starts spamming our phones."ย
"Yes!"ย
He was already walking ahead by the time you caught up to him.
Just as you two reached the entrance to the apartment complex your name was called. "[Name]-chan! Hold on!"
You both halt your steps and look over to see who it was. It was Yoichi.
What the hell is that bastard doing out here? Kaiser thought, giving Isagi a dirty look.
"Yoichi? What are you doing here?" confusion was visible on your face. Shouldn't he be inside the apartment? it was getting late, and the weather was becoming more chillier by the minute.
Michael looked thoroughly irritated, while Isagi was still catching his breath, panting heavily.
"Oh! actually...I was looking for you after I read your note..."ย He sheepishly scratched his neck.ย
"Yoichi, thank you, but there was no need." It was cold and getting late, which only made you feel guilty for burdening the two of them with your troubles.
"Is that a shoe box you got? You bought NiQe shoes? I thought you hated that brand?"ย
"Oh, this?" you smiled warmly down at the box before facing him. "It's-"
"I. got her the box, and it's not shoes in there. It's a cat," Michael butted in,ย lifting his chin slightly with a look of pride in his eyes.
"Okay, emperor." Isagi grimaced, and then walked up to your right side, took off his scarf, and wrapped it around your neck. His action caused you to blush a bit. He was always so attentive.
He then glared over at Kaiser."She is right next to you freezing, and you didn't even bother giving her you jacket? your still an asshole-"
"You little-"
"Stop it, you two! We're literally outside!" You sighed, holding the box a little closer. "And thank you, Yoichi, I am fine nowโฆ" Barely two steps inside, and they already started fliping each other off, and sticking their tongues at one another behind your back.
Man-children...
EPILOGUE: A few days after that day at the park.
The three of you had just finished having lunch and were lounging in the living area. The kitten was much more accustomed to you now; she would always favor your warmth and attention over the other two.
"Boys." You said, gently stroking her fur. "I think I have a name for her now."
"Sure, what's the idea?" Yoichi looked invested in whatever name you had come up with. Michael was casually scrolling on his phone, but he was listening in nonetheless.
"Since she has green-blue eyes-almost teal-like-I thought of naming her after-"
The doorbell rang, cutting you off.
"Don't worry, I'll get it." Michael said, taking the initiative and walking to the door.
He regretted doing so the exact second he opened it and saw who it was.
Standing on the threshold with an irritated scowl was Rin, holding a very familiar Calico cat.
"Your cat ate all the sushi I had. Tch. Don't lose it again," Rin muttered.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Isagi snapped. He did NOT want to deal with two of his rivals in one house.
You gasped, jumping up from the couch. "RIN! OMG, YOU FOUND CLOUD?!"
Moral of the story: the more cats the merrier.
Note: my friend helped me with the epilogue and title! all thanks to her! love you boo!
Another important note: the cats gif is not mine I found it on Pinterest, so if you know the creator, plz mention them thank you.
You hadnโt really socialized at all since starting college; your entrance exams had always kept you from spending time with people. After the exams were over, you started going to parties held at night in hopes of making a few friends. At these clichรฉ parties, they always played โSeven Minutes in Heavenโ or โTruth or Dareโ; these parties were usually thrown so that rich and well-connected kids could get together and try to satisfy their youthful urges. Itโs not like you have no friendsโyou have Rin from high schoolโbut Rin doesnโt participate in any activities besides soccer, though you never miss a single game of your childhood friendโs, of course.
Your suitcase, which you only used for casual clothes, was still packed to the brimโit contained dresses and tight outfits. Since you didnโt want to deal with anyone during exam week, you went to class in sweatpants and plain clothes. Classes are always the most important thing to you. You reach into your suitcase and play a sort of game of chanceโif the dress you pull out is nice, your luck doubles. After a long gambling session, you finally found something you liked. A sweet white polka-dot dress, though quite tightโone of your favorites. You tossed the dress onto your bed and rushed to the shoe closet; your roommate Shidou was sound asleep on his side. You were surprised when you first heard about it tooโ why would they assign you, a girl to live with a boy at collage? But later you found out that Shidou preferred guys, thanks to the noisy nights he spent with his deep obsession, Sae Itoshi.
Thatโs why you feel completely at ease around him. From the shoe rack, you chose a pair of white heelsโa simple yet elegant choice.Ignoring Shidouโs loud snoring completely, you got ready; after getting dressed, you set about applying as light yet beautiful a makeup as you could manage. A sleepy voice came from the other side of the room: โYouโre already beautiful, princessโno need to go to all that trouble.โ You rolled your eyes politely, but you couldnโt help the smile that formed on your face. Shidou was trying to get out of bed, but it didnโt look very likelyโit was obvious he hadnโt woken up yet. After giving you a sly grin, the blond boy closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. Since you were ready to go, you grabbed your keys and set off.
These parties were usually held on the top floor of the dorm. The supposed reason was to avoid disturbing the other students who were sleeping or studying, but in reality, it was just one of the ways the young women tried to lose weightโclimbing from the 4th to the 20th floor of a 20-story building without an elevator would probably burn at least a few calories, right?. Since you lived on the 14th floor, you made it to the 20th floor without much trouble. Just as you stepped onto the top step, a loud wave of music nearly sent you tumbling five floors down; different sounds were coming from every room. Some were playing rock classics, others pop music. You walked into a room where one of your favorite songsโwas playing; the room was truly filled with all kinds of people. A kidโprobably the hostโs roommateโwith purple and brown hair, who looked just like a nerd, was studying at a table in the corner of the room despite the loud noise, while a couple was making out on the wall behind him.
You slowly made your way through the chaos of the room, passing Slavic people who werenโt drunk even after their sixth vodka, beautiful, tall girls with faces and bodies covered in piercings, and a few kids who were definitely too young to be drinking, until you finally found the game: spin the bottle. A group of people had piled around a table surrounded by four chairs; on the wooden table sat a cheap beer bottle. In the single chair sat a handsome blond boyโas far as you could tell, he was the one hosting this game, and perhaps even the owner of this roomโwith a beautiful, slender girl in his lap and the nerdy kid youโd just seen sitting beside him. When you looked closely at the boyโs face, you realized he was even more handsome than the blonde next to him. He must have felt your piercing gaze, because his face flushed; after glancing at you once with his big, magenta eyes, he shyly lowered his head as if you were something too valuable and important for him to have acess to look at.
โCome on, Ness, donโt be a damn loser. You should play too.โ So thatโs his name, Ness. After a few rounds of teasing, the blond boy finally convinced his friend to join the game, and this time you joined in too. You sat down next to a girl who seemed polite. She had beautiful pink hair, beautiful pink eyelashes, and beautiful pink eyes. Just as you were about to lose yourself in her beauty, she suddenly spoke up: โThis time, let Rensuke spin the bottle.โ The voice you heard made your eyes widenโthe girlโs voice was a bit deeper than youโd expected. Wait a minute, is she a guy? After thinking for about five spins on how to ask without being rude, you decided to ask her or him? โUm, donโt take this the wrong way, but are you a girl or a boy?โ you asked timidly. The boy, having probably experienced this a thousand times, didnโt get angry at all, but answered you with a slightly annoyed tone. โIโm a boy, Iโm Hyoma.โ He politely extended his hand to you, and you excitedly shook the hand of this handsome boy.
The bottle spun for the 10th time and finally landed on you. When you looked at the other end of the bottle, you saw that boyโthe sweet boy with the curly magenta tips. The blonde next to him grinned. โGuess itโs your lucky day, Alexis. Youโve gotten yourself a pretty girl,โ the boy said with a smile, starting to check you out with his eyesโbut his gaze got stuck on a certain bulge: your breasts. You rolled your eyes. The blond boy leaned into Nessโs ear and whispered, โAnd sheโs sexy too!โ Ness was now the same shade as his hair; his heart was racing with excitement, and his breathing had noticeably quickened. The boy looked at you nervously, then at the closet, at you, at the closet, at you, at the closetโuntil his friend shoved him toward you. โCome on, into the closet!โ
It had been about 20 seconds since youโd gone into the closet; Ness was trembling with excitement, but even though he couldnโt see you in the dark, he was trying to avoid your gaze. He had his hands clasped in front of him, staring at the floor, and the flush on his cheeks was faintly visible in the darkness.
โDo you want to kiss or something?โ
Alexisโs soft lips found your bright pink lips with eager excitement; his hands trembled as they clung to your cheeks. The moment your mouths met, he let out one of the most beautiful sounds youโd ever heard, moaning loudly into your mouth. His hands returned to his legs, not wanting to hurt your cheeks as he squeezed the flesh there to keep himself from moaning. Your hands, however, slowly wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Ness couldnโt help but moan again; his dark eyes fluttered open to see if you were enjoying it too, but he relaxed when he saw your eyes were closed. You pulled back and wiped the drool from your chin with your arm. Alexis, meanwhile, was looking at you with wide, adoring eyes; his lips were bright red from kissing, matching his cheeks. His pupils were dilated, turning his purple eyes black.
!!this isn't a work of ai, I wrote this in my native language then translated it without AI!!
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Yoichi Isagi
The first time he visits your house, he thinks it'll be a quiet dinner.
It is not.
Your aunties know his full name.Your cousins know his soccer statistics.Your grandmother asks when you're getting married.You've been dating for six months.
Isagi is sweating harder than he does during matches.
Meanwhile you're casually eating biryani like this happens every Tuesday.
By the end of the night, three aunties adore him and one uncle has adopted him.
''We love him,you can leave'' one aunty said to you,congratulations! you have been officiallly replaced.
Jingo Raichi
Raichi thought he was loud.
Then he attended a Desi wedding.
He discovered he was a beginner.
The music is loud.The relatives are loud.The children are loud.The aunties are louder.Somehow he loves it.
By midnight he's dancing with your cousins like he's known them for years.
But cant stop yapping about how beautiful you look in culutre clothes. keeps making picutres of you, at somepoint you fell asleep on his schoulder. He didnt move a single inch.
Gin Gagamaru
Nobody expected Gagamaru to fit in so well.
Your grandparents adore him.
Your younger cousins follow him around like ducklings.
He's sitting on the floor eating homemade food.Letting your younger cousins use him as living gym jungle.Petting somebody's cat.Listening to family stories.
He doesn't say much.But somehow everybody claims him as family immediately.
Hyoma Chigiri
Your family didnt know if he was a boy or a girl in the beginning.
BUT
Your skincare routine becomes our skincare routine.
That's it.
That's the relationship.
One evening he asks about your hair oil.Two weeks later he's researching ingredients.
A month later you're both sitting with hair masks and face masks on while gossiping.
The couple of all time.
Rensuke Kunigami
Your parents love him.
Immediately.
There is no struggle.
No interrogation.No concern.
Your father takes one look at Kunigami and says:"Good shoulders."
Your mother hands him another serving of food.
The approval process is complete.
Meguru Bachira
Bachira attends one family gathering.
One.
Now your cousins have his phone number.
Your little siblings love him.
Your aunties feed him constantly.
Your grandmother prays for him.
He's become part of the family without anyone asking.
He is absouletly teaching your cousins football in the backyard while the elders praise his footwork.
Shoei Barou
Barou walks into your house prepared to be intimidating.Then your mother tells him to sit down.Your aunt tells him he's too skinny.
Your grandmother asks why he looks angry.
For the first time in his life, Barou is completely powerless.
You almost die laughing.
But he bonds amazing with your cousins.
''Oi, cousin number 45 wants candy''
''Cousin 27 wants his toy''
''Uhm,i think cousin 50 had an accident in her pants''
Reo Mikage
He discovers Desi weddings.
And absolutely loses his mind.
The outfits.The jewelry.The food.The celebrations.The decorations.
He loves every second.
Reo would spend an absurd amount of money getting matching outfits with you.
And he'd look fantastic doing it.
Chooses the heaviest,most embrodied sherwani and sari for you both.
Also decided to add the celebrations your family has in his personal planning so he is prepared to attend.
Zantetsu Tsurugi
Poor guy is confused.
Constantly.
You switch between English and your native language.Your family switches even faster.Zantetsu has absolutely no idea what's happening.
But every time everyone laughs, he laughs too.
He's trying his best.
Seishiro Nagi
At first he complains about attending family events.
Then your aunt makes homemade food.
Suddenly he's willing to attend every gathering.
For the food.
Definitely not because he likes your family.
Definitely not.
He eats everything,his entire plate empty and ready for the second serve
''thank you ma''am'' He says as he holds his plate out.
Rin Itoshi
The family interrogation is brutal.
Rin hates every second.Your uncles ask questions.Your cousins stare.Your aunties whisper.
Rin looks ready to leave.
Then your grandmother says:"He's handsome."
And suddenly the entire family approves.
Rin survives.
Barely.
Sae Itoshi
Unlike Rin, Sae handles family gatherings surprisingly well.
He's polite.Respectful.Well-spoken.
Your relatives adore him.
The real problem comes when aunties start comparing other people's children to him.
His level of unbothered stare is competitble with your evil aunty's one.
Jyubei Aryu
Desi weddings were created specifically for Aryu.
Nobody can convince me otherwise.
The fashion.The glamour.The jewelry.The photos.The drama.
He thrives.
Absolutely thrives.
Is absolutely writing notes down about the haircare and the oiling rituals.
One day you couldnt reach him-it was your cousin who told you if was chilling at the crib with your aunties who was feeding him ladduu's.
Ryusei Shidou
Your family either loves him instantly...
Or fears him instantly.
There is no middle ground.The children think he's hilarious.The aunties don't know what to do with him.
Your grandmother is somehow the only person capable of controlling him.
Yo Hiori
Learns little phrases from your language.
Practices them secretly.
Uses them to surprise your family.
Your relatives melt immediately.
Cheat code unlocked.
Tabito Karasu
Thinks he's ready for Desi family teasing.
He is not.
One auntie makes a joke about him.The whole room joins in.
For the first time ever, Karasu is the one being bullied.
You treasure the memory forever.
Michael Kaiser
Shows up expecting to charm everyone.
And he does.
Until your grandmother appears.Suddenly Kaiser is the one being questioned.
Why aren't you eating more?
Why are your jeans ripped?
Do your parents know you dress like that?
Kaiser has finally met his match.
Oliver Aiku
Aiku is built for this.
Family gatherings?Easy.
Meeting parents?Easy.
Helping carry trays of food?Easy.
Playing with younger cousins?Easy.
By the end of the evening, half your relatives are asking when the wedding is.
Summary: A missed goal. A missed call. A missed goodbye. A story about distance, grief, and two people who loved each other deeply but slowly ran out of time. If you're a sucker for pain, this one's for you.
The first time Rin left for a match overseas, you cried in an airport bathroom.
It hadn't been because you were worried about him, nor because you doubted his abilities. If anything, Rin had always possessed the sort of stubborn determination that made failure seem almost impossible whenever he set his mind to something. You cried because, even back then, you understood that loving someone like Rin Itoshi meant spending half your life missing him.
At the time, however, it had felt manageable.
The distance hadn't seemed so daunting when your relationship was still young enough that every notification from him made your stomach flutter and every late-night phone call somehow stretched for hours because neither of you wanted to be the one to hang up first. You used to stay awake through ridiculous time zones just to watch his matches, and afterward he would call you despite being exhausted from training, his voice rough with fatigue as he listened to you ramble about your day. Sometimes the conversations weren't even about anything important. You would tell him about a coworker who annoyed you, and he'd complain about a teammate who couldn't follow instructions. It was ordinary, almost painfully ordinary, but those little moments had made the distance feel survivable.
Back then, there had still been room for each other.
Years later, it's crazy to say how times really do change.
The apartment had become unbearably quiet, and not in the comforting way people often described when talking about home. It wasn't the peaceful silence that came from sharing a space with someone you loved, where the absence of conversation still felt warm because another person existed nearby. Instead, it was the kind of quiet that constantly reminded you there was supposed to be someone else here.
Evidence of Rin's existence lingered everywhere.
A second toothbrush still sat beside yours in the bathroom. His football shoes remained near the entrance from the last time he'd been home, kicked off carelessly before he'd rushed out again for another flight. Half the closet still belonged to him, filled with training jackets and clothes that smelled faintly of the cologne he always used. One of his hoodies had somehow found its way into your drawer months ago and never left.
Everything in the apartment insisted that two people lived here. Yet most days, it felt as though it belonged to only one.
Well, one and a cat.
Nii-chan was curled against your side on the couch, pressed so firmly against your leg that it almost seemed as though he was trying to make up for the empty space beside you. Your fingers drifted absentmindedly through his fur while the television played quietly in the background, and the moment your hand slowed, he immediately nudged his head harder into your palm as if demanding more attention.
A soft laugh escaped you. "You're clingy tonight."
The cat blinked lazily up at you before giving a quiet chirp and settling even closer.
Your smile came easily at the sight.
Years ago, Rin had shown up carrying a pet carrier that contained a kitten small enough to fit in both of his hands. You still remembered staring at him in complete confusion while he awkwardly shoved the carrier toward you without meeting your eyes.
"A cat?"
"It's not for a special occasion."
"Then why did you get me a cat?"
The memory remained vivid because of how quickly he'd looked away afterward, his ears turning pink as he struggled to explain himself. "You said you get lonely when I'm gone."
That had been his answer. Simple, quite awkward but entirely Rin.
Over the years, Nii-chan had become much more than a pet. Somewhere between the midnight feedings, the vet appointments, and the hundreds of photos exchanged whenever Rin was overseas, he had quietly become part of your little family. Even his name had started as a joke because the cat somehow reminded both of you of Sae. He was prideful, judgmental, selective with affection, and entirely convinced that the apartment belonged to him. The nickname had stuck almost immediately.
So had the cat.
Unfortunately, so had the illness.
Your smile softened as your gaze drifted toward the medication bottles lined neatly across the kitchen counter.
The diagnosis had come months ago.
At first, the veterinarian had sounded optimistic. Then cautiously optimistic. Then realistic.
The medication helped, at least on some days.
On others, you found yourself watching Nii-chan sleep and pretending you weren't counting every rise and fall of his chest. Those were the days you hated most because they forced you to acknowledge something you desperately wanted to ignore.
Tonight, however, didn't seem like one of those days.
If anything, Nii-chan seemed unusually affectionate.
Every time you stood up, he followed. Every time you moved into another room, he trailed behind you. When you got up to refill your water glass earlier, he'd followed so closely that you'd nearly tripped over him.
Now he was sprawled comfortably across your lap while the pre-match broadcast played on the television.
The stadium overseas was already packed. Thousands of spectators filled the stands while commentators discussed lineups, predictions, statistics, and every other detail sports analysts seemed capable of turning into a discussion. You barely paid attention to any of it.
As always, your eyes found Rin immediately. Even after all these years, they always did. He looked focused, the same way he always looked before an important match.
For a moment, you simply watched him through the screen before your attention shifted toward the phone resting beside you. The call button glowed beneath your thumb, and for several seconds you simply stared at it.
Debating.
Thinking.
Overthinking.
Lately every conversation felt like it happened at the wrong time.
If Rin wasn't boarding a flight, he was getting off one. If he wasn't training, he was recovering. If he wasn't recovering, he was attending interviews or fulfilling sponsorship obligations. Every conversation seemed squeezed into whatever tiny spaces remained between responsibilities.
Still, you wanted to hear his voice, even if only for a minute.
The phone rang twice before he answered the video call. "Hey."
The background noise told you immediately where he was. Players moved around behind him, staff members called instructions to one another, and announcements echoed faintly through what sounded like a stadium tunnel.
You instantly felt guilty. "Sorry."
Rin frowned. "For what?"
"You sound busy."
A small sigh escaped him, though there wasn't any annoyance behind it. If anything, the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Love."
The nickname settled warmly in your chest despite how many times you'd heard it.
"You don't have to apologize every time you call me."
You laughed quietly, suddenly realizing he was probably right. Somewhere along the way, you'd started treating your own boyfriend like someone you were afraid of bothering. "I just wanted to wish you luck."
His expression softened immediately. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and for a moment he looked less like a world-class striker preparing for a match and more like the boy you'd fallen in love with years ago. "Thanks."
A brief silence followed before his gaze drifted away from the camera. Then, quietly, he admitted, "I wish you were here."
The words hit harder than you expected.
Because you already knew he was disappointed.
You'd tried to get the time off. You really had. But your own career came with responsibilities now, and the promotion you'd worked years for wasn't something you could simply walk away from whenever you wanted.
Meetings.
Deadlines.
Projects.
People relying on you.
The same way people relied on him.
The same way soccer relied on him.
"I'm sorry."
The silence that followed wasn't angry.
Just heavy.
"I know."
You looked down at Nii-chan, who had lifted his head as though sensing the shift in your mood. "I really wanted to come."
"I know."
Someone called Rin's name in the background.
Then another voice followed.
And another.
You could practically picture the chaos happening around him.
The pressure.
The expectations.
The weight of an entire match resting on his shoulders before it had even begun.
"We haven't talked much lately." The words slipped out before you could stop them.
Immediately, something changed.
Neither of you spoke right away. Finally, Rin rubbed a hand across his face. "Yeah."
That one word carried more honesty than any explanation could have, because it was true.
You hadn't.
Not really.
Text messages weren't conversations.
Five-minute phone calls weren't conversations.
Video chats squeezed between meetings weren't conversations.
They were updates.
Status reports.
Fragments of a relationship.
Not the relationship itself.
Someone called his name again, louder this time. Rin closed his eyes briefly. You recognized that expression immediately. The one he wore whenever too many things demanded his attention at once.
"Can we talk about this after the match?" His voice was gentler than you'd expected. "I want to actually talk, not while I'm trying to get on the field."
The words should have reassured you. Instead, they hurt, because lately everything happened later.
After the match.
After the flight.
After training.
After work.
After the meeting.
After.
After.
After.
Still, you nodded. "Okay."
A small smile appeared on his face. "I'll call afterward." Then his gaze shifted downward. "Nii-chan behaving?"
You laughed. "He's currently glued to me."
"Sounds about right."
The cat lifted his head at the sound of Rin's voice.
โ โน โฑ โฐ โน โ
Hours later, you found yourself curled beneath a blanket with Nii-chan asleep in your lap while the match played across the television. Rain tapped softly against the windows, and the only light in the apartment came from the glow of the screen.
Rin looked incredible even from thousands of miles away. Every movement was sharp. Every decision deliberate. Every play calculated.
And yet something felt off.
As the game continued, the frustration became increasingly visible. You could see it in the way his jaw tightened after missed opportunities and the way he ran a hand through his hair whenever a play fell apart. The expression was familiar enough that you could practically predict what he was thinking.
Beside you, Nii-chan stirred. Your attention immediately dropped to him. The cat was awake now, staring up at you rather than the television, his green eyes unusually soft as he shifted closer and pressed himself against your chest.
You smiled and scratched gently behind his ears. "What?"
Nii-chan responded with a quiet sound before settling even closer.
As close as possible.
Your fingers continued moving through his fur, and your gaze flickered briefly back toward the television. "Your dad's getting frustrated."
The cat let out another weak little sound. This time, however, something about it made your smile fade. You frowned.
His breathing seemed different. Subtle, but noticeable.
The knot in your stomach tightened. The match continued playing in the background, but suddenly your attention wasn't on the television anymore. It was entirely on the cat resting against you.
The knot in your stomach tightened as you watched Nii-chan curl closer against your chest.
At first, you tried convincing yourself that you were imagining things. The vet had warned you months ago that there would be difficult days and easier ones, days where Nii-chan would seem almost normal and others where the illness would remind you exactly how fragile his condition really was. Maybe tonight was simply one of those bad days. Maybe he was tired. Maybe he wasn't feeling well.
Maybe it wasn't what you were afraid it was.
Still, your attention remained fixed on him long after you stopped paying attention to the match.
The commentators continued speaking excitedly in the background while the stadium roared through the television speakers, but the game had slowly faded into white noise. Your hand moved carefully through Nii-chan's fur, absentmindedly scratching behind his ears while your eyes tracked the rise and fall of his chest.
Something felt wrong, wrong enough to make your heart feel uneasy.
Across the world, the match was entering its final minutes.
The scoreboard read 3-2.
Rin's team was behind.
The pressure inside the stadium was almost tangible, even through the television screen.
Every player looked exhausted. Every pass seemed heavier than the last. The crowd reacted to every touch of the ball with desperate anticipation, knowing that time was running out.
Then the opportunity came.
A perfectly timed pass split through the defense and landed directly in front of Rin.
Your attention snapped back toward the screen immediately. The stadium erupted. The commentators practically shouted.
Even from your couch, your breath caught in your throat.
Everyone knew what this was.
A chance.
The chance.
The equalizer.
The goal that could save the match.
The goal that had Rin Itoshi's name written all over it.
For a split second, everything seemed to slow.
Rin controlled the ball.
Adjusted his footing.
Created space.
Shot.
The entire stadium held its breath.
The ball flew forward.
Then... struck the post.
The sound echoed throughout the arena. A sharp metallic crack that seemed impossibly loud. The ball ricocheted away from the net.
Gone.
The opportunity vanished. And so did the match. The final whistle blew moments later. The opposing team's supporters erupted into celebration while players flooded onto the field. Cameras immediately found Rin standing motionless on the pitch, staring at the goal he should have scored.
The goal he normally would have scored.
The goal everyone expected him to score.
The goal he expected himself to score.
Your chest ached at the sight.
You knew that expression.
You'd seen it before.
The disappointment.
The frustration.
The self-blame.
The way he always carried losses personally no matter how many people told him not to.
You wanted to call him. You wanted to tell him it was one match. You wanted to remind him that missing one shot didn't erase everything he'd accomplished.
But before you could even reach for your phone, movement against your chest pulled your attention away from the television.
Nii-chan.
The cat shifted weakly in your arms.
Your stomach dropped.
Immediately.
"Nii-chan?"
His breathing had changed. This time there was no denying it. No pretending. No convincing yourself it was nothing. Fear surged through your entire body.
You sat upright so quickly that the blanket slipped onto the floor. "Nii-chan."
The cat blinked slowly. His body felt lighter somehow. Fragile.
Your hands began shaking. "No."
The word escaped your mouth before you could stop it. "No, no, no..."
Within seconds you were grabbing your keys.
Your phone.
His medication.
Anything.
Everything.
The television remained on behind you as the opposing team celebrated their victory, but you never saw any of it.
You were already out the door. Rain poured heavily outside as you rushed toward your car with Nii-chan wrapped carefully against your chest.
Your hands trembled so badly that you nearly dropped your keys trying to unlock the door. "It's okay."
You weren't sure whether you were talking to him or yourself. "It's okay."
The engine started.
You drove.
Too fast.
Much too fast.
The entire drive blurred together beneath streaks of rain and tears. One hand remained on the steering wheel. The other never left Nii-chan.
Your phone sat beside you, and instinctively, desperately, you called Rin. You had to.
The line rang.
No answer.
You tried again.
Voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
Across the world, Rin sat in a locker room that felt suffocating.
Nobody was speaking much. The disappointment hung over the room like a storm cloud. A few teammates stared silently at the floor. Others sat with towels draped over their heads.
No one wanted to discuss the match.
No one wanted to discuss the miss.
Because everyone knew, everyone had seen it.
The equalizer had been there.
Right there.
One shot away.
And it had slipped through their fingers.
Rin sat motionless.His jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. All he could see was the replay.
The angle.
The strike.
The post.
The sound.
Over and over.
His phone vibrated beside him.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Four.
Five.
Your name filled the screen repeatedly. Normally that would've made him smile. Normally he would've answered immediately. But right now he couldn't even think straight.
Media obligations waited outside.
Coaches were discussing the match.
His teammates looked devastated.
And worst of all, he couldn't stop blaming himself.
The phone continued vibrating.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Something inside him twisted, because you never called this many times, not unless something was wrong.
Immediately he stood and answered. "Love?"
The concern in his voice arrived instantly. The second you heard him speak, the tears you'd been holding back finally broke. The veterinary clinic parking lot blurred behind your vision.
Nii-chan lay motionless in your lap.
The veterinarian had already spoken.
Already explained.
Already apologized.
Yet somehow you still couldn't accept the words.
You kept waiting for him to move.
To wake up.
To complain.
To do something.
Anything.
Instead, he remained still.
And hearing Rin's voice shattered the last bit of composure you had left.
A sob escaped your throat.
Then another.
Then another.
"Hey." Rin straightened immediately. His heart dropped. "Love?"
You tried to speak.
Nothing came out.
Your chest hurt.
Your throat hurt.
Everything hurt.
"It's..." The words dissolved into crying.
Rin ran a hand through his hair, concern flooded through him immediately. "What happened?"
You looked down at Nii-chan.
Still motionless.
Still warm.
Still there.
Gone.
"It's Nii-chan..." The words came out broken.
Barely understandable through your sobs. "He..."
Rin closed his eyes. The locker room noise suddenly felt unbearable.
His teammates.
The coaches.
The media waiting outside.
The loss.
The miss.
Everything was pressing against him at once. "Love, slow down."
You tried again. "He..." Your voice shattered completely.
Rin's chest tightened. He knew something was wrong, he just couldn't understand what.
Not through the crying.
Not through the noise.
Not through the mess inside his own head.
For a moment he pressed his hand against his forehead.
Exhausted.
Overwhelmed.
Drowning.
"I'm sorry." The words left him quietly, immediately regretful, immediately guilty, but honest. "I'm sorry, I just..."
He swallowed. His voice sounded broken. "I can't right now."
Your entire body froze. The words weren't cruel. That somehow made them worse, because you knew he wasn't trying to hurt you.
You knew exactly what kind of night he'd had.
You'd watched it happen.
You'd watched him lose.
You'd watched that shot hit the post.
You'd watched the disappointment on his face.
And somehow that made it harder to be angry.
"I'm sorry," Rin repeated softly. "Can I call you later? Please."
You stared down at Nii-chan resting in your lap. Then quietly whispered, "Okay."
You hung up first, not because you wanted to, but because if you stayed on the line any longer, you were afraid you might finally say the words.
Nii-chan died.
And somehow saying them out loud would make them real. So instead, you sat alone in your car outside the veterinary clinic, one hand buried in Nii-chan's fur while tears blurred the windshield, and wondered how it was possible to feel so desperately alone while loving someone so much.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Rin stared at the ended call and felt guilt settle heavily in his chest without understanding why.
Neither of you realized that night would become the beginning of the end.
โ โน โฑ โฐ โน โ
Rinโs flight was scheduled just past midnight, one of those red-eye departures that always seemed to blur the line between days, as if the world itself couldnโt decide whether to move forward or pause. It was the kind of timing you used to joke about when things were easier, when your schedules somehow aligned just enough to make the distance feel survivable, but lately it only felt like another cruel coincidence layered on top of everything else. By the time he was meant to land, you would normally just be getting off work, tired and half-dissociated from a long day, already thinking about going home to the apartment where Nii-chan would be waiting in his usual spot, as if nothing ever changed.
But things had not been normal for a while.
Grief didnโt announce itself in clean, organized ways. It didnโt arrive neatly, nor did it respect timing or convenience. It spilled into everything instead, quietly reshaping the way you moved through your days, the way you looked at familiar spaces, the way silence now felt heavier than it used to. Rin had already known about Nii-chan before his flight, because you had told him days ago during one of the calls that neither of you had wanted to end but also neither of you had known how to continue. You had tried to explain it properly, though the words never quite came out the way you wanted them to, breaking and stalling in places where you needed them to be steady. He had gone quiet for a long moment after you told him, and then his voice had softened in a way that didnโt quite fix anything but didnโt make it worse either, and that had been enough for that moment.
Nii-chan was at the apartment. You bring yourself to prepare him a quiet wake in the only place he had ever truly known. Not formal, not organized, just something small and intimate and unbearably personal, the way grief often forces itself into domestic spaces. You had not yet decided on everything that came after. You knew, logically, that you would need to bury him properly, or at least figure out something more permanent, but the thought of doing it alone made your chest tighten in a way you couldnโt sit with for too long. You had already thought, more than once, that maybe it would be better if you did it together, when Rin was back, when the world wasnโt pulling both of you in opposite directions at full speed.
So you waited.
And when the time came to pick him up from the airport, you did, even though your body already felt like it had reached its limit days ago. You told yourself it was fine, that being with Rin might actually make things feel a little lighter, even if only temporarily, because that had always been something he did without trying. He didnโt fix things in dramatic ways, but his presence alone had always been enough to steady you in moments where everything else felt unstable. So you went, even with the exhaustion sitting heavy in your bones, even with the emotional weight of everything still unprocessed, because part of you still believed that being together meant you could at least carry it side by side.
The airport was quiet in that late-night way, the kind of silence that only exists when most of the world is asleep or leaving. When you finally saw him, it didnโt feel like a reunion so much as a release, like something in your chest finally loosened at the sight of him standing there after everything. Rin looked tired too, not just physically but in that deeper way that came from pressure that never fully left him, the kind that followed him even off the field. Still, when his eyes found you, something softened immediately, and the distance between you disappeared in a few steps as you met halfway and pulled each other into a hug that lingered longer than either of you probably realized.
For a moment, neither of you said anything. There wasnโt a need to. It was just the familiar weight of each other, the quiet confirmation that despite everything happening separately, you were still here in this moment together. Rinโs hand rested briefly at the back of your head before he pulled away just enough to look at you properly, his expression shifting slightly as he took you in, like he was trying to read something that wasnโt being said out loud.
The drive home came naturally after that, as it always did. You were the one who drove, hands steady on instinct more than anything else, while Rin sat beside you, leaning back into the passenger seat with a tired exhale as the city lights passed in blurred streaks outside the window. At first, the conversation was small, scattered updates about travel, about things that didnโt require too much emotional weight. It almost felt normal in a distant way, like a version of your relationship that still knew how to exist in simple moments.
At some point, the conversation shifted, almost inevitably, toward the match.
โI donโt really want to talk about the match,โ Rin said, voice flat but controlled, looking out the window instead of at you. โItโs done.โ
You glanced at him briefly before returning your focus to the road, your tone careful when you replied. โIโm not trying to start something, I just wanted to know how you felt about it.โ
He exhaled, leaning back into the seat a little more. โI missed,โ he said simply, like that shouldโve been enough. โThatโs it.โ
You hesitated, fingers tightening slightly on the wheel. โRin, you're acting like I'm a reporter. Iโm just asking you.โ
That finally made him turn his head slightly toward you, though his expression stayed tired rather than soft. โAnd Iโm telling you I donโt want to talk about it right now,โ he said, more firmly this time, still not raising his voice but closing the space between you instead of opening it. โItโs not something I want to keep replaying.โ
You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. โI just want to understand you. Thatโs all.โ
Rin let out a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall back into his lap. โThatโs the thing,โ he said after a moment, voice lower now, more strained than sharp. โIt always turns into that. Like I come back and I have to explain everything I did, everything I felt, everything I messed up, and I donโt even get time to breathe first.โ
Your jaw tightened slightly, but you kept driving. โThatโs not what Iโm doing,โ you said, quieter now, but firmer. โIt's not like that, okay? I just care, Rin.โ
He gave a short, humorless breath at that, not quite a laugh. โI know you care,โ Rin replied, finally looking at you properly now, though there was no warmth in it, just exhaustion. โBut I also just lost a match. I missed a goal that couldโve changed everything, and Iโm still sitting here trying to process it while being asked to talk about it like Iโve already moved on.โ
You shook your head slightly, still focused on the road, your voice tightening despite your effort to stay calm. โIโm not asking you to move on. Iโm just trying to be here with you.โ
Rin looked away again almost immediately, gaze dropping toward the window. โBut it doesnโt feel like that,โ he said quietly. โIt feels like Iโm being pulled into another conversation before Iโve even had space to deal with my own head.โ
That stung more than you wanted it to.
You let out a slow breath, your grip tightening just slightly on the steering wheel. โAnd what about me?โ you asked, softer at first, then a little more fragile as it came out. โDo you think Iโve had space lately? Do you think Iโve had time to process anything either?โ
Rin went quiet for a second.
โI know about Nii-chan,โ he said finally, more carefully now, but still distant. โI know thatโs been hard for you.โ
Your throat tightened at the way he said it like it was something acknowledged, not something shared.
โSo thatโs it?โ you asked quietly, glancing at him briefly. โYou know, but we just donโt talk about it?โ
Rin exhaled again, leaning his head back against the seat. โThatโs not what I mean,โ he said, slower now. โI justโฆ I donโt know how to be everything at once right now. I canโt switch from that match, to this conversation, toโฆ whatever else Iโm supposed to fix.โ
You looked back at the road, voice lower but sharper now from exhaustion rather than anger. โIโm not asking you to fix anything.โ
He turned slightly toward you again, his expression tightening. โThen what are you asking me to do, exactly?โ he asked, not aggressively, but blunt in a way that made it feel heavier. โBecause every time we talk lately, it feels like Iโm either not saying enough or Iโm saying it wrong.โ
That made you pause.
Your fingers flexed slightly on the wheel before you answered, voice quieter now. โIโm asking you to be here,โ you said. โThatโs it. Justโฆ here. With me.โ
Rin didnโt respond immediately. Instead, he looked out the window again, jaw tightening faintly as silence filled the space between you once more.
โI am here,โ he replied. โBut Iโm also tired. And I feel like no matter what I say, Iโm already behind in this conversation.โ
You opened your mouth slightly, then closed it again, because something about that hit harder than you expected. Not because it was cruel, but because it sounded like he genuinely believed it.
And that scared you more than anything else.
The car continued forward for a few more seconds before slowing. The apartment building came into view through the windshield.
The car was already still, engine idling softly in the dim glow of the apartment parking lot lights, neither of you moving to step out yet as if there was an unspoken understanding that once you did, something would shift permanently.
You leaned your head back against the seat slowly after shifting the gear into park, your hands still resting loosely on the steering wheel for a moment longer before you finally spoke, your voice softer than before but carrying something steady underneath it. โWe canโt keep being like this, Rin.โ
That made him turn slightly toward you immediately, his brow faintly furrowing, not in anger, but in confusion more than anything else. โWhat are you saying?โ he asked, voice low, still tired, still carrying the weight of everything from earlier, but now edged with something more alert.
You didnโt look at him right away. Instead, you exhaled slowly, eyes fixed forward on the windshield where the faint reflection of the parking lights blurred slightly in your vision. When you finally spoke again, your voice was quieter, but clearer in a way that made it harder to dismiss.
โI meanโฆ we keep doing this,โ you said, pausing briefly as if choosing the words carefully even though they had been sitting in you for a while now. โYouโre always gone, or exhausted, or about to leave. Iโm always trying to catch up to you when I can. And when we finally do talk, it feels like weโre justโฆ missing each other even when weโre in the same conversation.โ
Rin frowned slightly, shifting in his seat to face you more fully now. โThatโs not true,โ he said immediately, though not sharply, more instinctively than defensive. โWeโre just going through a rough time. Thatโs all.โ
You finally turned your head toward him at that, your expression tired in a way that wasnโt emotional anymore, but deeply worn down, like something that had been stretched too long for too many months. โRin,โ you said quietly, and just hearing his name in that tone made him pause. โItโs been a rough time for a while now.โ
That landed heavier than either of you wanted to admit.
He went quiet for a moment, jaw tightening slightly as he looked at you, searching your face like he was trying to figure out where the conversation had shifted without him noticing. โSo what are you saying?โ he asked again, slower this time. โThat we justโฆ stop?โ
โI donโt think weโreโฆ working the way we used to,โ you said finally, your voice steady but low, almost careful. โAnd I donโt think weโre fixing it. Weโre justโฆ surviving around it.โ
Rinโs expression changed slightly at that, something tightening in his face that wasnโt anger yet, but discomfort. โThatโs not fair,โ he said quietly. โWeโve both been under pressure. Iโm not choosing to be like this.โ
โI know,โ you replied immediately, softer now, and that was what made it worse, because there wasnโt blame in your voice. Only exhaustion. โI know youโre not choosing it. Iโm not either.โ
โThen what do you want me to do?โ he asked, not defensively anymore, but honestly. โBecause Iโm trying, I just.. I donโt even know what Iโm supposed to fix first.โ
โI donโt think this is something you fix by trying harder,โ you said softly.
That made him still. You finally looked at him again, and your expression wasnโt angry. It wasnโt cold. It was something far more final than either of those things.
โI think weโve justโฆ been holding on to something that keeps slipping,โ you continued quietly. โAnd I think we both know it.โ
Rin stared at you for a long moment after that, like he was waiting for you to take it back, or soften it, or turn it into something easier to swallow. But you didnโt.
And that silence was answer enough.
His voice came out lower than before. โYouโre serious.โ
It wasnโt a question. You nodded once, slowly.
โI donโt want to keep hurting like this, Rin,โ you said, and your voice cracked just slightly at the end, but you didnโt stop. โAnd I donโt think we know how to stop it anymore.โ
Another silence.
This one's different.
Final.
โSo thatโs it,โ he said quietly, almost to himself. โAfter everything.โ
You closed your eyes for a brief second, then opened them again, voice barely above a whisper. โI think we already lost it before we even got here.โ
Bllk boys as the most humiliating/embarrassing thing I did/happened to me pt2!
Tw!: mentions of alcohol, violence, and suggestive stuff!
I do not recommend doing this stuff!!... please learn from my mistakes ๐ฟ๐ธ
(...I didn't expect the first one to get that much attention...well here's part 2 of my life I hope u all like it!...please like it...I have no more dignity left after all of this)
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- one time while trying to drive a motorcycle while my crush is sitting behind me (bc I told her that I can drive a motorcycle without actually knowing how to...) I drove straight into the wheat fields where the land is still wet and muddy and we ended up being covered in being covered in thick mud while we had to pull the motorcycle out of the farm and went home covered in mud with minimal injury... = Shidou ryusei
- accidentally sent my school teacher two anime girls kissing with a text attach to it saying "this could be us ๐๐" that was meant to be for my best friend as a joke, then I got detention for 2 weeks bc of it and my mom beat the shit out of me bc of it = otoya eita
- while at the daycare I mistook a random child as my younger brother because I was drunk (and because my mom told me to pick him up without knowing I'm drunk) so I end up trying to take a random child home with me while the child was crying, then the caretaker thought I was kidnaping a random child then called the police which got my parents involved and found out I was drunk when I'm not supposed to be drunk....long story short I got beaten up again (p.s this was all told to me by my mom and the caretaker bc she said she found it funny๐ฟ๐ฟ) = Zantetsu Tsurugi
- lean against a weak wall which ended up breaking at my weight that caused me to stumbled back and landed on my bum infront of my friends and my crush bc I was trying to be nonchalant = Bunny Iglesias
- taking a massive dump in a public restroom then found out that the flush wasn't working...so I end up leaving the stall without flushing and ran out (I never went to that mall ever again) = Loki Julien
- I accidentally bit down on the dentist's hand because I saw there was a fly about to enter my mouth..I never went to that same dentist again = igaguri
- when I was younger I used my sister's puh products bc i thought it will make my skin better and I thought it was for the face, my mom saw me and screamed at me...my sister always makes fun of me bc of it = Charles chevalier
(that's all I could think off for now!...until the voices reminds me off the embarrassing moments of my life, I'm sorry if this is short and took long to post I'm currently busy with work rn to pay off my rent! Anyways if you want a part 3 do tell me!)
spit on it and then jerk it with the bllk guys โ part 1
Isagi was fully expecting a cute, sweet moment. Maybe even something fumbly. But when she spits in her hand and wraps it around him, he gasps like heโs been shot. Clutches the blanket and whispers, โW-what? Thatโsโฆ. Thatโs a red card!โ like sheโs possessed. His hips jerk the second her thumb circles the tip. Moans like heโs never felt pleasure before. Whimpers into her neck, clinging to her like sheโs about to steal his soul. Cries out when he cums. Body twitching, brain blank, praise falling out of his mouth.
โBachira was so excited. Grinning like she just gave him candy. Then she spits and his whole face lights up. โWait wait wait are you doing it like that?? Oh my god??โ canโt stop moaning and giggling like a little freak. โFaster, fasterโholy shit yesโโ heโs writhing. His hips are off the bed. He needs it. Cums with a shudder and lets out this feral whimper. Immediately wants to go again. โThat was the coolest thing anyoneโs ever done to me.โ
Sae looks calm, chill. Almost uninterested. Rolls his eyes like โSure, go ahead.โ but the second she spits his jaw flexes. His cock jumps and she hasnโt even touched him yet. By the time her hand starts moving, his breathing is already ragged. Eyes glued to the motion. Quiet curses slipping out. When he cums, he goes silent. Then exhales sharply, head falling back. He stays still for ten minutes after, just staring at the ceiling like heโs trying to reformat his brain.
โNagi was literally half asleep when she offered. Thought itโd help him nap. Then she spit in her hand and his whole body jolted like heโd been electrocuted. โWhaโyoโฆwhat the hell?โ he slurred as his toes curled. His breath caught in his throat. Legs twitching. Hands gripping the pillow. Every moan is lazy but wrecked. Long, low, drawn-out sounds of stunned pleasure. He finishes with a loud, stunned, โFuuuckโฆโ and completely blacks out after. (slept like the dead for 13 hours straight.)
Barou was reluctant and tired. Thought sheโd just stroke him gently and let him relax. Then she spits in her hand and his soul leaves his body. โOi! What the hell are youโ?!โ he growls, but his hips betray him. His abs Twitch. He grits his teeth, trying not to whimper. Growls low in his throat. One hand gripping her wrist, the other clenched in the sheets. Fighting for his life. When he finishes, he bites his lip so hard he bruises it. Cums with a guttural groan and then yells at her like itโs her fault. (but 100% asks for it again the next night.)
warnings : OOC, sub!top!reader, sexual intimacy, handjob, reader somehow liking the treatment, Bunny being Bunny, Bunny bringing up Sae and reader's mere conversation, edging and Bunny Iglesias himself.
"Sโstop! 'm beggingโ" a whine left your lips as Bunny didn't stop stroking your shaft for the nth time. "I can't cum anymore.. Please stopโ fuck!"
Bunny smirked as he stared at your expressionโeyes closed, jaw tight and clenched lips.
"You were talking to Itoshi. Again."
You tried to explain and defend your honor but one squeeze of your globes was enough to shut you up.
"I-it's not like that.. It's notโ"
He tsked.
"He was eyeing you like you're a candy.. I saw it.. You're entertaining him."
He squeezed your shaft a bit.
"Do you like him, huh?" He hissed.
You shook your head, "it's not like that.. Fโfuck.. He's just askin'.. I don't like him like that.."
Bunny rolled his eyes.
"Mi amor, please believe me.. Itoshi and I are not like that.. Just.. Just teammates.."
Bunny shook his head, by that, you knew you'll be up for few hours with no orgasm, as you need to assure and answer every question he'll throw..
