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[maopll]

imagine, all the dates you've been going on suddenly cutting you off muttering a small and terrified "sorry uhh i...had something come up" or texting you 'sorry. can't come' or straight up shrieking and sprinting away at the sight of you on the road or in a bar, leaving you with your hand in mid–wave, standing awkwardly

lately you've been feeling like you're being followed. you'd turn around and find nothing. you feel like someone's looking at you through the window of your house, even seeing a shadow forming...but its just the tree and the breeze...

another time when you're on a date, and this douchebag doesn't wanna leave you alone and starts getting all handsy so you have to pry him off and dash towards your home while he whistles from behind for you

and the next day you wake up to a ring on your doorbell and a note stuck on the pavement...

'i don't agree with that annoying guy's ways. ps took care of him'

now obviously a rational part of you was scared thinking who was this man? why does he know this? but honestly you were more relieved over the fact that that guy is not gonna disturb you

an idea strikes you that if he was the guy who's been stalking you without any action, why not put him to work? so you start leaving grocery list on the doorstep on a sticky note before leaving for work and then coming back to a bag full of even medicines you were out of on the kitchen counter

he is this close to becoming your maid. he brings you groceries, midnight snacks, meds, household supplies, sometimes even slipping some money inside the bag. but honestly you can't really complain couse you feel like you're becoming rich now that the 'mystery man' has been helping you...but it can't be that guy whom you've been seeing frequently these days right?

— dottore , NEUVILLETTE , FLINS , varka , NOYYYY , valeriy , CHILDEEEEE , LOHENNN YES , blade (both), ASHVEIL , phainon , toji , gojo , sukuna (i think he'll be the scary) lucifer , mammon (bro's broke how he do dat) , BARBATOS , JADE , FLOYD

note:: obviously pls don't go stalking people you like just talk to them and take a no like a champ. i don't condone this behaviour its satire.

© 2026 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form . do NOT feed my work into AI

[ceaseless-edge]

You’re minding your own business when suddenly Blade appears in your periphery, leaning against your doorframe and watching you through half-lidded eyes, head angled like he’s sizing up a piece of meat.

Not that it fazes you. “Oh, hi Bladie.”

The man grunts in lieu of greeting and shifts audibly so that his arm now supports him against the doorframe. He looks rather awkward, but his gaze is still boring into you like molten lava, and now you’re slightly unnerved. You stop what you were doing and swivel your chair around to face him. “Why are you-”

“Are you a construction worker?” he asks suddenly. “Because you are”—he pointedly plays with a loose bandage, pulling it taut over his wrist—“building.” His eyes never leave yours.

You stare at him for a beat before breaking the uncomfortable silence with, “…What?”

“I…don’t know. Silver Wolf said you would understand.” He looks at you expectantly. “So?”

“So, what?”

“Did it work?”

You shake your head, hapless. “I don’t know what emotions that should make me feel.”

“Silver Wolf said you would feel—what was the word—ah. Rizzed up.”

Sighing, you offer him a smile. “I think you should take less advice from Wolfie.”

“But you are rizzed up, aren’t you?”

You laugh and stride up to him, bringing him into a much-needed embrace.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting a kiss on your collarbone. “Just answer the question.”

Still grinning, you pat his head. “Yes, Bladie. For sure.”

[neviye]

(18+) sae’s a hidden masochist

i saw this tiktok n KNEEEW i had to write something omg, hes such a pretty boy i wanna ruin him!!! this was also heavily inspired by that “you like my voice” trend cause holy shit, i have a whole folder of em 🤤 (i dont think sae would call you that but the chances are low never zero)

the leather of a collar sat nicely around sae’s neck, biting into his skin as you fastened it tight. it was connected to you by a sleek metal chain which sat in your palm, leaving him completely at your mercy. his skin was scarlet from your makeout minutes earlier — the indents of your teeth and blossoming hickeys visible from his neck to his shoulders, even trailing down along his chest. he was laid back on the bed, staring up at you with a glint of desire glossed over in his eyes yet mumbled, “this is stupid.”

your sex life, which normally consisted of the same thing every single time, needed some colour, something new. so, you had proposed a switch. it took some work convincing him to be the sub for once but you knew he'd let you, he could hardly resist you. it would be fun and seeing him below you now, with that collar alllll pretty round his neck — it was attractive as hell, you knew you definitely had to do this more often.

“stupid?” you were yanking at the chain, forcing him to sit up and watching him twitch at the sudden pressure.

“y-yeah, stupid.” his words came out strained, collar cutting off oxygen as you pulled at it, observing him suffer with satisfaction. you held it firm, ignoring his response and enjoying his low gasps for air.

you were loosening your grip after a few seconds, a smile gracing your face as you neared him, holding his chin and tilting his head up, “you won’t be thinking that when we start.” you tapped your gloved fingers against his lips, “now say ah.”

he did as he was told, letting you ease into his mouth, the latex slippery against his tongue as saliva coated your fingers. it was dripping down his chin as you plunged into his mouth and he was groaning at the feeling, licking and sucking your gloves, wet spot in his boxers spreading as he did.

“goood.” you were pulling your fingers out and smearing his spit over his lips and cheeks, “easy isn’t it?”

he was giving you a both a feisty and alluring look, like he was enjoying it but was too proud to admit it. it was clear he was anyways, with the way he took your fingers and unmistakable boner in his boxers, it was just simply going to take a lot more to break him and you had the perfect plan in doing so.

you were settling into his lap, pulling him closer by the chain, just near enough that your lips were nearly touching, warm breaths fanning over each other. “now, you’re gonna be good for me and i’ll let you cum, alright?”

he seemed to get that easy enough, slowly nodding as his gaze lingered at your lips. his hands were snaking around your waist, lips leaning in to kiss yours before you were pressing the fingers covered with his own saliva to his mouth.

“not so fast.” you were tutting, hearing him groan with frustration, “i’m the one in charge today.” your hips rolled slow over his aching dick, lacey lingerie dampening from your arousal, earning another sound of annoyance out of him.

“so i can’t do anything?” he spoke through gritted teeth as you continued your relentless movements.

“not without my permission.” your breath hitched as your clit caught the fabric, friction delicious as your panties were now equally as soaked as sae’s boxers. “and you’re gonna call me mommy, ‘kay?”

that snapped him out of his trance, hands around you forcing you to a standstill. “what? i’m not calling you that.”

“you won’t?”

your hand was lashing out, swinging, flat palm connecting with his cheek in an instant. the sound of the connection cut, violent, through the room and he froze stunned. “you will call me that.” you gradually resumed grinding, hips picking up speed again, “and i told you, you can’t do anything without my permission, so don’t you dare stop me again.”

eerily silent, eyebrows furrowed with confusion, his face was burning a deep pink, not just from your ruthless slap, but also from self consciousness. he was stroking the tips of his fingers over his stinging flesh, astonishment painting his face.

his dick was twitching, and you could feel it — the painfully obvious outline in his boxers was pressing up against your cunt firmer, straining against the fabric like it was confined.

“aw, you liked that?” you were running your fingers along his tingling cheek, “want me to do it again?”

the tips of his ears were blushed, cheek still red from your hit as he spoke. “yes do… do it again.”

“do it again what? baby? love?” you were striking out the petnames on your fingers. “i don’t understand.”

he was giving in, mumbling softly, “...mommy.”

“see, that wasn’t so difficult was it?” you were rewarding him with another slap, harsher this time, feeling him throb under you once again. he was groaning at the contact, teeth accidentally gashing into the flesh of his lip and drawing blood.

you watched the crimson trail down the corner of his mouth, core hot at the sight. before you could think about it, your tongue was jutting out, lapping over the drip, distinctive metallic tang on your buds as you licked at it.

“you’re sick.” he whispered as you caught his lips in a kiss, his tongue moving with yours, tasting his own blood.

“mm.” you hummed as you sucked on his lower lip, savouring the taste of iron.

your hands were inching down through your frantic kisses, freeing his dick from his underwear and feeling him hiss against your mouth. he was so hard it hurt, cock weighty in your hand and pretty flushed tip leaking beads of pre as you ran a thumb over his slit.

“spit.” you were pulling away and gesturing at your palm. he raised an eyebrow at the word, stubbornly questioning your command. you yanked at his collar, “didn’t you hear me? i said spit.”

he did so with a soft ‘pwah’, watching you trail it down from your hand to his dick, using it as lube. you started with slow punishing strokes, listening to the hitching of his breath as you squeezed at the base.

“spit on it, come on.” you snickered, smile sly as he followed your order. it was so sloppy, his saliva and arousal clung to your gloves, making it extra sticky as his hips attempted to buck up into your palm for more relief.

“oh you’re so cute, look at that.” you sped up and his groans got louder, “who knew you could be so pathetic? fucking up into my hand like a desperate slut.”

“ye-yeah, don’t stop.” his eyes were watching the how your wrist flicked, how you stroked his shaft, how your hand slid down to caress his balls.

“are you sure? you don’t want me to slow down?” your hand was losing speed, pumping him at an unhurried pace.

“n-no,” his fingers were digging into your sides, grip rough as he pleaded. “i want it, shit—, faster.”

who were you to deny him when he was being so good for you? with his usual unfazed attitude and poker face, no one would believe that he was the same person begging you right now with a docile expression — eyebrows drawn together, lips parted and lashes fluttering dazed. you were drunk on the sight, hungry for more.

you were moving quicker, feeling him spasm in your palm, moans breaking as you tightened your hold his chain, cutting off his airflow.

“are you close? gonna cum?”

“y-yes, oh god, don’t stop.” the sentence came out choked from the restriction on his breathing, his eyes watering with tears from the pressure.

you waited till he was on very edge, purposely bringing him there by clutching him firmer, squeezing exactly how you knew he loved it, watching his tears fall and trickle down his face.

and then you were coming to a sudden stop.

his breathing laboured, he was floating back down from the loss of contact — the abrupt halt of the slide of your hand, the loosening of the collar around his neck and regaining his composure.

“why’d, hah— you stop?” a near frown was on his face, “i said—”

“sorry baby,” you faked sympathy, mimicking his pouting expression, “but did you really think you’d get to cum?”

you were slipping your panties to the side, lace already soaked, “it’s not about what you want.” sitting down, you sheathed the entirety of his sensitive dick into your heat, swearing at the stretch.

he let out a loud broken moan that made your pussy flutter, fuzziness in your abdomen as he tried to muffled it by biting into his lower lip.

“no, no, don’t do that.” you clenched around him cruelly, “let me hear you.”

a string of soft groans followed, his cock pulsing against your slick walls as he desperately tried to hold his orgasm back. his legs were shaking, entire body shuddering at the unexpected sensation of your warmth.

“fu-fuck, you’re s-squeezing so tight i—”

“you better not fucking cum.” you hissed, tip of his dick snug at your cervix making you feel oh so full. “not until i say so.”

“i-i won't.” his breath shook, body using every ounce of its strength not to paint you walls white.

who knew he’d enjoy this so much?

[fayelero]

♯ ⋮ 𝄞 sae itoshi’s private interview ༉ .ᐟ ★

⋮ ⌗ ┆mdni. p in v, degradation, semi-public !

The stadium lights were still buzzing overhead like distant thunder when you slipped into the private press room Sae had specifically requested. The match had been brutal—Sae dismantling the opposition with that cold, surgical precision of his, every pass a scalpel, every goal a statement. Your legs were still shaky from the press box, notebook clutched tight in your clammy hands, recorder already rolling in your pocket. You were a professional sports journalist, damn it. But with Sae Itoshi, professionalism always cracked the second the door locked behind you.

He was waiting, jersey half-unzipped, sweat still glistening on the sharp lines of his abs and the defined V that disappeared into his shorts. Those teal eyes locked onto you instantly—arrogant, hungry, bored with everything except the way your skirt hugged your hips.

“Lock it,” he ordered, voice low and flat, already palming the growing bulge in his shorts.

You clicked the door shut, heart hammering. “Sae, the interview—post-match reactions, tactical breakdown, your thoughts on—”

He was on you before you finished the sentence. One large hand fisted the front of your blouse, yanking you forward until your back hit the cool wall. His mouth crashed against yours, all teeth and dominance, tongue forcing its way in like he owned every inch of you. Because he did. You were his fuck buddy, his dirty little secret after every big game. The mic in your hand nearly slipped as his other palm shoved your skirt up, fingers hooking into your already soaked panties and ripping them aside.

“Keep talking, babe,” he grunted against your lips, biting down hard enough to draw a whimper. “Ask your fucking questions while I ruin this sloppy cunt.”

Two thick fingers plunged into you without warning, curling viciously against that spongy spot that made your knees buckle. You gasped, back arching, notebook pages crinkling against his chest. “Ah—Sae! The… the team’s formation today—fuck—how much did the midfield rotation contribute to the—ngh!”

He laughed, low and cruel, scissoring his fingers deeper while his thumb ground circles into your swollen clit. Your pussy clenched greedily around him, slick noises already echoing obscenely in the quiet room. “Rotation? I carried those idiots. Ask better questions.” He yanked his fingers out, spun you around, and bent you over the small interview table in one fluid motion. Papers scattered. Your recorder clattered but kept rolling.

Sae shoved your skirt up to your waist, kicked your legs apart, and freed his cock. Long, veiny, flushed angry red at the tip with that slight upward curve that always destroyed you. He rubbed the fat head along your dripping slit, teasing your entrance until you were pushing back desperately.

“Next question,” he demanded, voice husky.

You tried. God, you tried. “H-how… how do you feel about the critics saying your playstyle is too individualistic—Sae, oh my fucking god—!”

He slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your walls stretched obscenely around his girth, that curve dragging right against your g-spot. A broken moan tore from your throat as your cheek pressed into the table, drool already leaking from the corner of your mouth. Sae’s hips snapped forward again, heavy balls smacking your clit with wet pap-pap-paps that filled the room.

“Too individualistic?” He laughed darkly, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. “They can choke on it. Just like you’re choking on my cock right now.” Each word was punctuated by a savage thrust, pounding you into the table so hard the legs scraped against the floor. Your pussy made filthy, squelching sounds around him, cream coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs.

“Mngh—! Sae— the… the upcoming match against—ahh, fuck, right there—!” Your reporter voice cracked into a pornographic whine as he angled his hips and drilled that perfect spot over and over. Your tongue lolled, eyes rolling back. He was so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“Yeah? Right there?” Sae growled, leaning over you, sweat-slick chest pressing to your back. His teeth sank into your shoulder through your blouse as he rutted harder, hips moving with that terrifying athlete stamina—relentless, precise, merciless. “Keep asking, baby. Or are you too busy getting your brains fucked out?”

You could barely form words. “T-tell the fans… what’s your… motivation—haaah— for the next season—Sae, I’m gonna—!”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you clenching around nothing, whining pathetically. Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your back on the table, shoved your knees to your chest, and buried himself back inside with a wet slap. The new angle had his cockhead kissing your cervix with every thrust, that lewd curve scraping every sensitive ridge inside you.

“Motivation?” He smirked down at your wrecked face—mascara running, lips swollen, eyes glassy. “Fucking you stupid after every win. Watching you try to act professional while your cunt milks me dry.” His pace turned punishing, hips snapping like a machine. The table creaked dangerously. Your tits bounced with every impact, nipples hard and visible through your ruined blouse.

You reached for your notebook with trembling fingers, trying to scribble something—anything—but Sae snatched it, tossed it aside, and pinned both your wrists above your head with one hand. “No notes. Just take it.” He drove deeper, grinding his pelvis against your clit on every downstroke. The wet slap of skin on skin was deafening. Your pussy fluttered wildly around him, that telltale coil tightening fast.

“Cum for me, babe,” he snarled, voice dropping into that signature cold rasp. “Cum on the cock that just won the match.”

You shattered. A scream ripped out of you as your orgasm crashed through, walls clamping down like a vice, gushing around his pistoning length. Juices squirted messily between you, soaking his abs and the table. Sae didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked you harder through it, chasing his own release with deep, punishing strokes that made your eyes cross.

“Fuck— so tight. Greedy little pussy.” His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind your eyes. “Gonna fill you up. Knock you up right here so you have to interview the next game with my child in your belly.”

“Sae— please— cum inside, please—!” you babbled, voice hoarse, legs shaking violently around his waist.

With a guttural groan, he slammed in to the hilt and stayed there. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your spasming cunt, pulse after pulse painting your insides white. He kept grinding through it, making sure every drop stayed deep, his cock twitching against your cervix. Some of it leaked out anyway, creamy and obscene, sliding down your ass to puddle on the table.

He stayed buried inside you for long moments, catching his breath, hips giving lazy little thrusts to push his load even deeper. Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop, watching with dark satisfaction as more cum bubbled from your ruined hole.

You lay there panting, utterly wrecked, legs spread, blouse torn open, skirt bunched uselessly around your waist. The recorder was still going somewhere on the floor.

Sae tucked himself away, then leaned down, two fingers scooping up some of the leaking mess and shoving it back into your pussy. “Clean yourself up. Next question,” he said with a smirk, voice perfectly calm again, like he hadn’t just fucked you senseless. “And make it a good one. I’m not done with you tonight.”

You whimpered, already feeling your sore pussy clench around his fingers at the promise. The interview was far from over.

[carleycore]

WAGS ☆ wives and girlfriends of professional athletes

THE MEDIA ☆ has been dying to know more about the partners of their favorite athletes

FEATURING ☆ sae itoshi, rin itoshi, and yoichi isagi

☆ Sae Itoshi

Ever since Sae had announced your engagement fans and haters alike were dying to learn more about you.

It was easy to find your Instagram since he tagged you, but you quickly privated it. The most they got to see was your profile picture which was you holding a jellycat and a bio that read, "Future RN ˚.⋆"

You weren't being hidden, but Sae barely posted anyway so his private life was a mystery and now you were being included in it. But, if there was one thing about him it was that he was proud of you.

A few months after his engagement post, he posted a photo dump of you on your graduation with an uncharacteristically long caption talking about how proud of you he was and how much you were loved.

Like all his posts, this one blew up. The top comments were from his teammates, congratulating you and in Shidou's case, flirting with you, but a majority of the comments were loving this side of the midfielder.

Like always there was a large part that hated you.

A few days later Sae had a post match interview where someone asked about you.

"And your girlfriend, she's just passed the NCLEX exam right?"

This was a question that put a soft smile on Sae's face, "yeah, my fiancée? She's amazing."

A clip that silenced a shit ton of haters and was used in so many edits people thought it was from an anime.

☆ Rin Itoshi

You were a pilates instructor at an upscale studio in Tokyo and you had quite a following before people knew you and Rin were together.

Many people saw you as an it girl of sorts. You had five hundred thousand followers on TikTok and Instagram and you even had your own drink at a local coffee shop.

A lot of people figured you were dating a soccer player with your influx of "GRWM" posts for games, though some just thought you were doing it to gain some more followers you knew the truth.

Rin being as private as he was, was 100% okay with your wish of getting eloped.

Your family wasn't around, Rin wasn't as close with Sae as he once was and there was no way in hell he'd have his "lukewarm teammates" be at one of the most important events of his life.

You wore your ring in every picture and video you posted, but you never answered questions about it and overtime people just assumed it was a part of your life you wanted to keep private.

This all changed when you posted a photo dump with a simple caption that read, "life lately."

The dump started with a picture of you instructing a class, pretty scenery, shopping, a picture of you and Rin on the day you got married and the last picture was his hand holding your growing belly.

Quickly, the news of Rin being married and having a baby on the way went viral.

People couldn't understand how Rin managed to get married and how he hid it for so long.

"I told you, you don't wear your ring enough," you teased one night as you guys were sitting on the couch together and reading comments.

Rin clicked his teeth and rubbed your belly, "I hate when you read those things." But when he saw you pout he pressed a soft kiss to your head, "You know I don't wear it to games or practices..."

"...but I can start for you."

From that day on, at all of his matches and practices he wore a silicon black band on his ring finger.

Even though he could come off as cold and uncaring he'd do anything he could for his wife and your future kid.

☆ Yoichi Isagi

You were one of the most loved WAGS in the sports. You were at every game, you never spoke negatively about other teams or players and you had a life outside your husband.

Something that wasn't super common.

One time you and Bachira's wife were getting swarmed by paparazzi before a big game.

"Y/N! Keiko! Over here!" One person yelled, their cameras so close in your face.

"Can you guys lean in together for a pic?"

You kept smiling. It wasn't forced. You'd learned a long time ago that the cameras never disappeared, so fighting them only made things worse.

Keiko leaned toward you with an exhausted laugh. "Why do I feel like we're the ones playing today?"

"Because apparently we are," you whispered back.

A microphone suddenly appeared inches from your face.

"Ooo, Yoichi is not going to like that."

"There's been a lot of online discourse about wives distracting players. What's your opinion?"

You didn't even hesitate.

"I think if someone's relationship is distracting them from doing their job, that's between them. But supporting the person you love shouldn't ever be viewed as a distraction."

"Now excuse us."

Once the two of you finally made it inside, the rest of the game went as expected with their team winning. When you met up with Isagi he had already seen the clip of the reporter sticking a microphone in your face that almost made you fall down.

"I can't believe that fucker pushed you," he said through gritted teeth.

"Babe, it's okay... I'm not hurt." He looked over you, scanning your body to ensure you were okay.

He pulled you with him as he went up to the reporters outside the players tunnels.

"Hey!" He shouted, all cameras and reporters faced the two of you.

"I'm only going to say this once, any of you do something to harm her again and I can assure you that you'll never step foot in another stadium again." Isagi didn't wait for anyone to respond, and carried you out of the room and to the car waiting for you guys.

"Yoi... you're so dramatic."

He put his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you as best as he could with his seatbelt on, "that pissed me off so much I didn't even get to check in with you."

"I'm fine, I just wish the paps would lay off me a bit."

☆

The next day tons of athletes and their partners were reposting what Isagi had said and showing their support.

thoughts on this format????

[slutreputation]

cw ⌇ you’re his cumdump ◞ blowjob ◞ overstimulation ◞ creampie ◞ non consensual touching (not sae) ◞ obsessive & possessive behavior

“You like being this, huh?” Sae’s voice was rough as he held you by the jaw. His thumb smeared his last release across your lips like a filthy lipstick. His other hand was already between your legs again, teasing your overstimulated cunt. “Just my cumdump. That’s what you called yourself, right?”

You could only nod and whimper. Your legs were already trembling, thighs slick and twitching with need. He hadn’t let you cum in hours. That man had edged you over and over, then shove himself back inside and use you again. Filling your sweet cunt up just to watch it drip down your thighs before pushing it right back in with two lazy fingers.

“You don’t need anything else,” he murmured. “You don’t need love or dates or sweet words. You just need this cock and my cum inside you.” he slammed in again deeply, forcing you to feel all of him.

Your walls fluttered and squeezed in a desperate attempt, aching for the release he kept snatching away.

“That’s all you’re good for, huh?” he breathed against your ear. “Being warm and wet and open for me. A hole. My sweet little cumdump.”

You moaned like it was a confession, because it was. You loved it. Loved the way he used you. Loved how obsessed he was. How he never let you clean up. How he whispered that no one else would ever touch you again.

“You’re mine,” he said darkly, his thrusts punishing now. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “I’m your cumdump. Only yours.”

He groaned low in his chest, pushing you to the edge again, watching your body tighten and tremble. But just when you were about to fall apart, he stopped. “Not yet,” he said with a smirk, grabbing your throat. “You don’t get to cum until I want you to. That’s what a good little dump does. You wait. You beg. You take it.”

A few days later you were walking through the stadium of the u20 national team, making sure the organization ran smoothly. You checked something on your phone as a hand wrapped around your throat and Sae tilted your head back.

“Need a break,” he murmured. “Spread your legs.”

You barely had time to protest as he spun you around and pinned you against the nearest wall. He pushed your skirt up and ripped your panties off like a tissue and then he shoved his cock inside. No teasing. No warning. Just thick, brutal thrusts that knocked the breath out of your lungs. Your legs wrapped around his waist while he used you like you belonged to him. You did. You absolutely did.

“That’s it,” he panted into your ear as he slammed into you. “Just a tight little hole. My personal fucktoy. Don’t even have to ask anymore, your body knows what to do.”

He was relentless, fucking you so hard the pictures on the wall rattled. One hand under your ass, the other forcing your head back so he could watch your face twist in blissed-out shock. No one dared interrupt, not when it was Itoshi Sae. Not when he was groaning quietly. Not when he held you in such a bruising grip that made you whimper.

“You feel that?” he murmured, slowing just enough to roll his hips and make you clench. “You’re made for this. For me. For my cock. Gonna fill you up again. Let it drip down your thighs while you continue working.”

You whined, nails clawing at his back. He was already close. You could feel it. His grip tightening, his breath going ragged, the sharp thrusts getting messier.

“Take it.”

He shoved in deep and stilled, cock twitching as he filled you full, the heat of it spilling inside. Your head dropped to his shoulder, brain empty, body soaked in sweat and juices. But Sae just chuckled once. He pulled out with a filthy squelch, let your feet hit the ground, but you barely stood. You were dripping. You felt it running down your thighs, his cum thick and warm and claiming you.

He tucked himself back into his pants like it was nothing, “Don’t clean up. Let everyone see what you are.”

Sae never bothered knocking on your office. He hustled appeared and grabbed you by the hair. With your hair in his fist he dragged you down to your knees.

“Open that mouth,” he said, already tugging his cock free. “It’s been two hours. You must be starving.”

You moaned around him before your brain caught up, cheeks bulging as he shoved his cock in deep. Unbothered by your gagging. He loved when your makeup smeared. When your eyes watered and your throat clenched around him like it missed him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. “My dirty little cumdump. Just a hole I can fuck anytime I want.”

And he did. Hallways, in the middle of the field after everyone was gone, sometimes at your home. He’d bend you over with your panties stuffed in your mouth, slam into you while you sobbed and begged for mercy you never got.

This time he yanked you up, flipped you around and bent you over the desk. No prep or lube, only spit and raw need. He shoved in like he owned you. He’d branded you with his cock so many times your body opened for him automatically. You moaned, brain slipping out of reach as he fucked you hard and filthy.

Each thrust slammed into your g-spot, intensifying the pleasure too sharp. You were drooling and barely conscious at this point. All you could think about was Sae and his cock stretching you wide.

He grabbed your throat, leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Gonna stuff you full again,” he said molten. “Already leaked out the last two loads. Can’t waste a single drop.”

Your pussy fluttered like it wanted to be used.

“Tell me what you are.”

You gasped, “Y-your cumdump.”

“Louder.”

“I’m your cumdump!” you sobbed loudly.

“Good girl.”

He slammed in deep. Hips jerking as he filled you again with hot, thick, endless mess. Your cry mixed to his deep groan. You were pushed to the brink, the stretch and pressure too much, too perfect. His cum dripped down your thighs the second he pulled out, but he didn’t let it fall far.

No.

He shoved two fingers in, pushed it back up. He groaned again at the sight of your messy cunt swallowing his spend like it was made for it. Then he snapped a photo with his phone.

“For another time,” he said flatly, tucking himself back in. “When I’m jerking off on an away-game.”

You collapsed onto the desk, dazed, used and aching, and then the door creaked open. Sae didn’t even flinch, only looked over his shoulder.

“She’s mine,” he said, like it explained everything. “And she likes being ruined.”

Aiku shouldn’t have walked in, he knew that. But he had and now he couldn’t get it out of his head. The way your back arched, the way Sae held your throat and the obscene slick sounds echoing in the small office like it was something out of a porn. You’d been wrecked and dripping. You didn’t even flinch when Sae snapped a picture of his cum leaking out of you. You looked proud of it.

So yeah, Aiku had ideas. The next day when Sae was busy with interviews and you were alone, bent over your phone reading a text, Aiku saw an opening.

“Hey,” he said all flirty. “Didn’t expect you to be so down for a quick fuck like that.”

You blinked. “What?”

“C’mon,” he chuckled, stepping closer. “I’m not Itoshi, but I can make you feel good. You were so hot yesterday. Bet you’re always wet like that, huh?”

His hand brushed your hip, fingers sliding dangerously close to your ass.

You stepped back and whispered, “Don’t touch me.”

He raised his hands like it was a joke. “Relax. I just thought—”

“You thought wrong,” you snapped, walking away before your heart gave out, but it stayed with you.

It clung to you. The way Aiku looked at you, like you were free-use. Like being Sae’s cum dump meant you were anyone’s. You didn’t tell Sae. You couldn’t.

What if he agreed? What if the thought of sharing you with others turned him on? What if he got bored of you? What if you ruined it?

So you stayed quiet and days later, when Sae slipped behind you in the hall, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest like he sometimes did - you flinched. You flinched like it wasn’t him and instantly Sae froze.

“Hey,” he said seriously. “What was that?”

You shook your head too fast. “Nothing. You just surprised me—”

“You don’t get surprised,” he said, stepping in front of you now to scan your face. “You always know when it’s me. You melt when it’s me.”

You looked away. “I’m just tired.”

But Sae didn’t buy it, not for a second. His fingers brushed your jaw, trying to be gentle. “Did someone touch you?”

Your silence was louder than any answer.

“Who?”

Your lips trembled. “It wasn’t like that—he just—he saw us and thought I was… easy.”

Sae’s pupils narrowed and his jaw ticked once, then twice. “Who?”

You whispered, “Aiku.”

Sae was gone before you could stop him.

He found Aiku in one of the gyms. All casual, sipping on his protein shake like he hadn’t crossed a LINE so deep he was practically buried in Sae’s shit list.

“Hey, Itoshi,” Aiku called, half a smirk on his lips. Sae didn’t respond as he stepped up to him, the air around them downright cracking with tension.

Aiku’s smirk dropped and he tensed. “Whoa, what’s going on—”

Sae was in front of him before he could finish the sentence, hand clamped tight around his throat. He slammed him hard against the wall. “You touched her?”

Aiku choked. “What—”

“You touched what’s mine?” Sae leaned in, his eyes filled with rare furry. “You looked at her like she was a free-use toy after watching me stuff her full and then you put your hands on her?”

“Itoshi, fuck… okay, back up—”

“I don’t back up.” Sae squeezed harder. “Do you know what ID do to anyone who breathed wrong in her direction?”

Aiku gasped, face reddening.

Sae leaned closer, voice dropping into something cold and hollow. “You think she’s just some slut I use? That she’s available to anyone just because I fuck her in the hallway? That’s your mistake. She isn’t some hole I use. She’s mine. She’s sacred. She’s the only thing that keeps me from losing myself and you dared to touch her?”

Sae dropped him and Aiku hit the ground hard, coughing and clutching his throat. Sae stood over him, shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes blazing.

“You don’t touch her. You don’t look at her. You don’t even think about her unless you want your name scraped off a stone.” he crouched beside him, head tilted like a wolf circling a wounded animal. “Next time I even feel you near her, I’ll peel the skin off your face before you know you’re dead.”

He stood, dusted off his pants and walked away. No one dared stopping him, because they felt what he was. What she meant to him.

Itoshi Sae wasn’t in love, he was possessed.

In the meantime you went home. Too shaken up from what happened today. You tried to focus on the silence when Sae opened the door. He had used the spare key you once gave him, drunk off his cock.

You looked up and… it was a lot.

His expression was tight and neither of you spoke. And then he was stripping. His shoes came off first, followed by his jacket. His shirt. His belt. Pants. Boxers. Everything peeled away like he couldn’t stand a single inch between you.

You sat frozen, heart pounding. “Sae?”

He didn’t speak, not until he was completely naked. And then he crossed the room and sank to his knees in front of you, forehead pressed to your stomach.

“I should’ve protected you,” he murmured. “He touched what’s mine.”

Your fingers slipped into his hair. “You scared me earlier.”

“I know.” he looked up, teal eyes bare and burning. “I’ll never let you flinch again. I swear it.”

He kissed you slowly and when he guided you back onto the bed it wasn’t rushed or rough. It was complete, because this time Sae needed all of you. He crawled over you and started stripping you naked until you were skin on skin. No clothing, no barrier, just feverish heat and want. Your legs parted and he lined himself up.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered. “Let me all the way in. I need to feel every inch of you.”

You did and when he pushed inside, it was differet. It was deeper and slower, a stretch that felt like he was carving his name into you. Your nails raked down his back as he rolled his hips, grinding into you like he wanted to fuse you together. To leave nothing untouched.

“You’re not just mine,” he groaned. “You’re me. My reason. My peace. My obsession.”

You whimpered as his thrusts grew desperate, needy. Like his soul was clawing its way into yours through every inch of skin.

His hands were everywhere—your hips, your face, your throat, your thighs—holding you down, holding you close.

“I saw red,” he panted. “When he said he touched you, I lost my mind. You don’t know what I’d do to someone who thinks they can take you.”

“Sae—”

“I’d kill for you.” he buried himself to the Hilt, groaning deep in his chest as your walls fluttered around him, wet and full and trembling.

“I’m gonna cum,” he breathed. “Gonna fill you again. So deep. I want you leaking for days. I want you dripping proof that no one else will ever touch you.”

When he came, it was endless. Hot and thick, flooding you completely as he held you tight. His chest pressed to yours, lips ghosting against your cheek. No separation. No air. Just him, all of him. He didn’t pull out and roll away. He stayed inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding your body against his like a lifeline.

“You’re safe,” he whispered. “As long as I breathe, you’re mine.”

[slutsenpai]

ブルーロック ⸻ how they fuck you stupid !! × blue lock

mikage reo ,, nagi seishirō ,, itoshi sae ,, oliver aiku ,, michael kaiser

request. would you write bllk headcanons of their favorite way to fuck us completely dumb? it can have any characters just please add reo.

content. afab!reader, pussy eating, praise, edging, overstimming, mindbreaking, degrading, spitting, size kink, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, breath play, choking, characters are in their 20s

玲王 ⸻ reo × teasing

don’t get me wrong, he still absolutely loves to give you the princess treatment, however .. the amount of teasing and edging he does is enough to drive you insane. he just loves loves loves to hear you beg, and you just look and sound so pretty while doing it.

he’s at his worst when he’s eating you out, completely addicted to the way you tremble under his touch when he doesn’t give you what you want, kissing your tummy, biting at your thighs, locking his big hands behind your knees to keep your legs spread for him. definitely has cum just from eating you out before.

reo has you in missionary, and he almost pulls all the way out ; slowly letting his pretty pink tip catch on your tight entrance before rubbing his head through your slick folds, just to watch how you beg and grasp for him.

“r-reo, p-please,” you sob, “m’always so fucking good for you, please just make me cum, I’m so fucking close, please!” glittering tears fall down your gorgeous face, your long lashes wet and your pretty eyes glistening and entirely focused on him.

“sorry, princess. can’t spoil you too much, m’always giving you exactly what you want. jus’want to hear you cry for me …” reo sighs, already relenting to his perfect girl, “fuck … I’m obsessed with you.”

誠士郎 ⸻ seishirō × overstim

is this a hot take bc he’s so lazy? sure, he loves quickies and morning head, but I just feel like once he’s into a session, it’ll be multiple rounds of overstim until you can hardly speak or think. just cute cries and mumbles of how much he’s stretching you open and how good it all feels. you’re his girl, after all, and he’ll hyperfixate on you the same way he will with soccer and video games. he just has so much more stamina than you. :c

“s-sei..” you swallow thickly, whining, “can’t, s’too much.”

nagi tilts his head, and he’s so adorable. he slows his thrusts and his thumb finds your clit again. you shiver, trying to close your thighs around his waist. “yeah, angel? you don’t wanna cum f’me again?”

“no, I do, it’s just—”

he scoffs. “eh? then stop complaining and use our safe word if you’re serious. it’s only been two hours.” he slides all the way back inside and you moan, arching up into his perfectly toned chest. “that’s it .. feels so good…” he sighs. you have a long night ahead .. and your pretty boy has so much more to give.

冴 ⸻ sae × mindbreak

sae is the perfect balance of worshiping you physically, but degrading you mentally. you’ve both established boundaries and of course he’ll never break them, but you’re with a man like sae because you like a mean fuck … :3

he’s soft and sweet some nights, usually if he misses you because he’s been away, but those are not the nights that he’s fucking you stupid. sae is also insanely possessive, which only adds to the mindbreaking. he will eventually soften up once he’s older, but in his twenties, you have to be okay with actively being objectified by him.

“you’re fucking mine, and you better not even think about fucking anyone else, ever … I fucking own you and your cunt.”

you nod stupidly, hardly able to keep your eyes open. he kisses you hard before squeezing your face between one of his big hands. he doesn’t even have to say anything, you just know to part your pretty lips and present your tongue for him. he spits into your mouth, purposely missing and getting half of it on your face. “good fucking girl.”

オリヴァ ⸻ oliver × manhandling

oliver’s specialties are manhandling, trying new positions, and being much bigger than you. it didn’t take him long to realize that his pretty little girlfriend has a size kink just like himself — how you’re always talking about and drooling over how he’s so big, so tall, so strong. how your sparkly eyes get so wide when he comes home from the gym, his muscles glistening and lined with prominent veins, and he’s hardly able to get in the shower with the way you’re clinging onto him like a bitch in heat.

he’s always manhandling you into positions that you’ve never even heard of, most of which show off his impressive strength. it’s a talent, honestly. sometimes it makes you want to check his browsing history to see what the fuck he’s been looking at when he’s got your face in the pillows with his foot on the back of your neck, pounding into you like his life depends on making you cum as hard as possible.

but oliver is sweet, and only as rough as you want him to be — hard, deep strokes while he rubs your clit carefully and skillfully, mean spanks followed by a soft touch to soothe the pain, pulling your hair and gently running his fingers through it afterwards.

“y’doing so good for me, angel. your perfect little cunt was made to take this big fat cock, yeah? just like that, mama.”

ミヒャエル ⸻ michael × choking

this might be a bit too obvious, but yes, this man loves breathplay, especially on himself. for him, giving that kind of control to a partner is just so fucking sexy, and he loves the connection and intimacy of mixing pain with pleasure. he’s also definitely into biting, scratching, and spanking if you’re okay with it. micha is very possessive …

michael has you bent over in bed, a massive, tattooed hand locked around your smooth, delicate throat, his deep voice low in your ear ; “mein leibling, god, you’re so pretty f’me … feels better like this, no? with my hand around your neck? you always cum so much harder … shhhh, that’s it .. just let me.”

he groans, thrusting so deep that you can feel his fat tip nudge your poor, sensitive cervix, at the same time that his full, heavy balls tense up and brush against your tiny little clit as he tries to stave off his own orgasm. you gasp and choke, a deep whine hardly escaping through his grip on your throat.

“shhhh, angel baby, it’s okay, you’re safe,” he whispers softly, and you believe him wholeheartedly, just giving in and letting him have absolute control over your body.

先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love

notes. idek how long this has been sitting in my drafts sorry :< but I’m really excited for bllk s3 !!

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[pyroami]

HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE? 'CAUSE I'LL GO 'TILL I ACHE ...

Cum, cum 'till you cry.

𝄞 synopsis: it's been three days since your best friend, SAE ITOSHI, had gone to your place. three days since you ruined the friendship. three days since he ate you out. when you visited his house by routine, you didn't expect to be alone with him in his bedroom. when you were in his bedroom, you didn't expect to ruin the friendship a second time.

𝄞 disclaimer: SEQUEL TO CHILDHOOD BSF!SAE X READER PT1 ! HOWEVER, NOT NECESSARY TO PRE-READ.

𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, shy!reader, sort of shy!sae, snippet of oral (f receiving), making out, marking, hickeys, nipple play (f receiving), mutual masturbation, handjob, fingering, overstimulation (f & m receiving), dacryphilia, reader kicks him in the balls once, lil bit of miscommunication, sae calls reader idiot, stupid, dumbass, and a perv LOL, both r yappers

𝄞 word count: 8.3k + 614 bonus !

𝄞 credits: @g-gulp for making banner and discussing w/ me! also my irl friend for beta reading <3

𝄞 A/N: SPIT IN MY PUSSY

Ever since you were a child, everyone always flocked to Sae.

Whether it was because of his promising future or his looks, something about the boy attracted attention. And if it weren't for his somewhat abhorrent personality, you would even say he was made for the spotlight.

You say 'somewhat abhorrent' because even though he had a tendency to be an asshole, he was still one of your closest friends. That fact alone sparked enough controversy around school.

Pressing your phone to your ear, your mom yelled. "We have plans today with your aunt, so don't cause me any trouble!"

You sighed into the device. "Plans? Another dinner?"

"Yes. What's that tone for?"

"...Nothing. What time do I come home?"

"What time? You know what time, you—"

The line cut off, replaced with a loud dial sound. Great, you thought, placing your phone into your pocket.

You decided to pay a visit to the football field and bother Sae, who apparently liked to pretend he didn't know you. That you were some random girl telling him what's for dinner. What time he needed to be home. It was mildly understandable, since his rowdy teammates would always make a big deal out of it.

Because, frankly, you weren't his mother.

And you especially weren't his girlfriend.

Sae sat deliriously on a bench, chugging a bottle of water. His baby bangs were pushed back from sweat, accentuating the glistening slope of his cheek.

He huffed quietly as you stopped in front of him. "What do you want?"

"What time do we have to be at your house today?"

Sae shrugged. "I dunno."

Your nose scrunched in annoyance, plopping next to him on the bench. "Okaaay, then what time should I come home today?"

"I dunno."

"You're so annoying."

You reach into your schoolbag, unwrapping your sandwich from your lunchbox. Humming at the food, you stuffed the piece in your mouth.

Then, two cheery voices call out. "Hey, hey! We were looking everywhere for you."

Two of your friends stood in front of you, exchanging subtle glances and elbow nudges, wiggling their brows at you.

"Why are you here, hmm?"

"Oh!" you swallowed your first bite. "I was just asking Sae about our family meetup today."

Sae, who seemed to be observing the bugs on the ground, turned his head, lips pursing. "Hey, you got food all over you."

Then, his thumb came up to wipe the corner of your mouth, swiping his finger over your cheek.

"Ah— Stop doing that." You flinched, eyes darting to the girls in front of you.

He pulled back, long lashes fluttering at you. "But you're messy."

"Oh my god," your friends giggled. "Are you sure you're not dating?"

Your eyes widened, swatting away Sae's hand. "Ew, no! We are not dating. Never will date."

"Yeah, no," Sae sighed. "She's ugly."

Your eye twitched. Ugly?

You cleared your throat, the both of you nodding at your friends.

"See? Not dating," you said. "And besides, Sae keeps a stack of porn under his bed."

When was that? Six years ago?

You sighed into your sleeve, hiding yourself from your surroundings. Six years ago, you were denying every allegation thrown your way about Sae, that he wasn't your boyfriend or crush.

Six years ago, you were just friends. And three days ago, he—

Your head spun as the memory of him dipping between your thighs flashed through your brain, your foot tapping incessantly against the Itoshi house's floor.

You bit your lip, arms folding over your chest.

It's been three days.

Three days since you ruined your friendship with your childhood friend, Sae.

But since those three days? Sae's just been acting completely normal. Greeting you when taking out the trash, asking you to come over for dinner per his mom's orders, and staring blankly at you without a care in the world.

Normally.

It was so normal. Too normal.

And you were certain that on the day Sae kissed you, you would lose your virginity. It was a bit of a stretch—in fact, entirely a stretch.

Because, of course, Sae had been an asshole about everything—including sex.

...

The air was suffocating—light rays melting over your face, the fan whirling, and you?

You were gone. Almost.

You weakly tugged at his magenta locks. "S-Sae, I can't..."

He didn't respond, only peering from between your thighs. It was all too surreal—too much for you. And in all honesty, you would've thought it'd be too much for him too. Sae's entire face was soaked in your fluids, dripping down his chin, smeared over his cheeks and nose, and lips swollen and blushing.

Still, his grip spreading your thighs was firm, his wet tongue running a long stripe from your hole to your clit again.

"Oh my—" Your thighs trembled, attempting to close them.

Sae barely chuckled; you knew from the way his lips twitched against your folds. "Hmph."

His tongue prodded at your folds again. Then, his thumb and forefinger reached out and pinched your peeking hood, lifting it slightly and sealing his lips around the bud, sucking harshly.

"Mmm— Ah!" You whimpered, hips jerking. "F-Fuck, I hate you."

The words came out on instinct—a testament to his amazing ability to bother you. And yet, you meant no harm. Just the furrowed flick of your brow, the sweat dripping down your temple, and your poor, overwhelmed pussy.

"Hmm?" Sae hummed against your folds. "Tapping out now?"

Your grip on his hair tightened, your back arching from the electric sensations. "You idiot, a-as if 'I can't' isn't enough— Ah!"

His lips seared over your clit again, flicking the bud until your brain was officially mush and your abdomen grew hot.

"M'gonna cum again, m'gonna cum," you mewled, nails dragging on his scalp.

His breath ghosted your soaked folds, lips grazing your labia. "Then cum, stupid."

Stupid? You wanted to retort, but he slid a finger into your hole and pressed into a spot that made your hips jolt.

Compared to your fingers, his were huge. His digit flicked against a sensitive spot that made your clit ache. And it reached such a deep spot—

Your eyes blew open. "Sae!"

His name ripped from your throat as he slurped your clit into his mouth again, finger pumping in and out of your dripping hole.

The knot in your stomach undid, and another orgasm crashed down on you. At first it was euphoric—so brain-mushingly euphoric. But after cumming so many times, the feeling of euphoria consumed you. Made your abdomen warm, your thighs shaky, and your eyes glazed and wide.

Yet, your hips bucked over his tongue, riding out your high just one more time.

You twitched when his tongue began to lash at your folds again, whacking his shoulder with a bit more force. Your forearm rested over your forehead to keep you at bay, eyes burning holes into the ceiling.

Oh, fuck.

Sae withdrew his finger from your heat, pressing a wet kiss to your twitchy clit.

"Still with me?" He came up next to you, cerulean eyes drowning in mirth. "Open up."

His middle finger came to rest just by your lips, your slick dripping down his palm.

Did he seriously want you to taste yourself?

It didn't matter, anyway; the earth was spinning too much for it to matter.

"M'talking to you." Sae patted your cheek out of your trance, his gaze more directive and drilling. "Open."

Your lips parted over his finger, fluids melting over your tongue. The taste was salty but with a tinge of sweetness, tongue swirling over his digit.

"There you go." He stroked your stray hairs behind your ear, withdrawing his finger. "You are still with me."

The urge was pulling at you: the unspoken promise that tonight, you would have sex with Sae.

It made sense; you were curious and had no time or effort for dating, and he was right here all summer. Besides, Sae was already experienced, so what was the issue?

"Condom," you murmured. "Do you have condoms?"

His brow shot up in half surprise, half amusement and snickered. "For what?"

"For fucking."

"You wanna fuck?"

"Sae."

He had to hurry up before the dots skewing your vision took over, but Sae just kept looking at you like you were so incredibly funny.

You tug at the hem of his shirt once, blinking rapidly. "What?"

"I don't think you're in any state for that."

"N-No, let's do it."

"...No."

Your brows furrowed in annoyance, weakly yanking at his shirt. "Y-You're so annoying; I ask you for one thing... and you give me a hundred of the things I don't ask for."

Your head lolled to the side. "So annoying. I hate you..."

Sae's gaze switched from amusement to a softer one. "Hey, stay with me."

You wanted to reply. Wanted to fuck. But the dots in your vision were now spots, and your eyelids were oh so heavy.

Condoms.

You thought one last time.

We need a condom.

...

"Oh, dear, can you bring this up to Sae, please?"

Mrs Itoshi snapped you out of your trance, shuffling your feet over the bamboo flooring. "Oh, yes, Auntie! Sorry."

She handed you a plate full of enriching food—obviously meant for an athlete and their breadwinner son.

Mrs Itoshi was a rather tall woman with kind eyes and the same magenta hair Sae had—she did worry a lot, but it was endearing and sweet. So unlike the boy she raised.

She reached out to pinch your cheek. "My, you've grown so much, dear. After Sae came back, I really see how big you've become."

You smiled sheepishly, bowing your head. "Oh, I guess so."

"Ah, when are you going to get a boyfriend?"

You swallowed thickly. "Wha...? Boyfriend?"

She nodded profusely. "A boyfriend! You're so pretty and smart and young; I'm sure many boys like you."

"Oh, it's nothing like that."

"Ah, you don't have to keep it a secret," she cooed. "I won't tell your mother."

You definitely will tell my mother, you thought. Those two have been practically glued at the hip since high school. "No, really. I'm focusing on other stuff right now, but maybe later."

"Oh yeah," she nodded slowly. "But still, if you ever have problems, you can tell me."

"Okay, Auntie."

She smiled. "Go now. Make sure that boy eats."

You smiled again and waved her off, rushing up the stairs, a flush creeping up your neck.

If only she knew—well, it would be disastrous if she did. After all, how the hell were you supposed to tell a family friend that her son ate you out at your place a few days ago?

You took in sharp breaths in front of Sae's door. His bedroom was next to Rin's, and frankly, before he came back to Japan, it was your safe haven when you spent the days at the Itoshi household.

Your feet shuffled on the ground, slippers rubbing over the floor, before twisting the doorknob.

It shouldn't be weird, right? You thought. You've been doing this since you were kids.

The door clicked open when you saw Sae perched on his bed, a hand placed over his shoulder as he rolled his arm back. His brows were furrowed and eyes fixed on his arm, softly groaning under his breath.

Then, you met his gaze, quickly turning away from each other.

"Ahem," you cleared your throat. "Your mom told me to bring this to you."

He feigned silence but stopped rolling his defined arm, flexing it against his T-shirt sleeve.

Fuck, you thought. Don't look.

"Leave it on the side table," he said, biting back a whine. "Thanks."

You carefully placed the plate on his side table when you met Sae's gaze in curiosity.

Again?

As the seconds passed, knots began to tie in your stomach.

You both turned away, opting to fixate on his food, before he rasped. "What?"

"What?" you retorted. "It's just— Did you hurt your arm or something?"

You weren't facing him, back completely turned. But you could feel an oppressive heat creeping up your neck as the bedside lamp burnt softly, melting into the darkness of his room.

And for some reason, you knew he was feeling it too.

He mumbled. "My shoulder. Just from training."

"Oh, makes sense."

Silence charged the air. You were about to turn away, leave his bedroom, have some conscience—

"You know how to massage, right?" Sae asked. "I've seen you do it for Auntie before."

Well, yes, as much as any other kid was forced to massage their parents at a young age. You perked your head up, swallowing thickly. "I mean, I guess?"

Sae's gaze bore into yours—as if he were debating something grand in his head. His tongue clicked in his mouth.

"C'mere, then."

This was embarrassing. You thought, stepping towards him. This wasn't a good idea.

Yet, your fingers hovered over his exposed skin—settling on his defined arm, the faint hint of his veins running underneath his skin.

In a shaky breath, you whispered. "Where?"

"Here," he said, touching his right shoulder.

Your thumbs began to press into the knots in his shoulder. It was firm, nice to touch, press into, and squeeze.

"Is this okay?"

"Mm—" Sae groaned softly. "Go a little higher."

"Higher?" Your fingers moved, palm pressing into a spot higher than you were.

"Oh, fuck. You're doing good."

A flush crept up your neck, continuing to massage and relieve the knots in his shoulder. Sae kept groaning softly, like he was delicate—like he was vulnerable.

"Mm," he whimpered, the soft noise severing your thoughts. "Hurts now. Go higher."

You moved your thumbs higher, now pressing between his shoulder and collarbone. "Oh. Sorry."

Your brows furrowed, jaw clenching as your thumbs worked on him. It should be fine, right? You were massaging his shoulder that was separated by his shirt. And he's sore, so it should be fine—

Your eyes swept up his neck, meeting his gaze—low-lidded and pouring into yours.

He panted softly, brows furrowing. "Why'd you stop?"

"You— You look like you want to ask me a question!"

He kissed his teeth. "I want you to go lower."

"Lower? Isn't the pain in your shoulder?"

Sae cocked a brow at you, and then, you knew what he was asking for. Your thumbs moved down his clavicle, grazing down his chest. Featherlight, like he was something delicate.

Maybe to you, he was.

Your hands stopped at his chest, grazing the firm muscles underneath his shirt. Before you knew it, you were moving closer—so close that you could feel his breath ghosting your lips and the tip of his nose.

You blinked, eyes meeting his. And his fingers clasped around your wrist, pulling you closer.

"Uh uh," you whispered, palm pushing back on his chest. "You don't get to just do that."

Sae paused, feigning silence.

"What do you have to say about the other day?"

"What about the other day?"

"You— Don't make me say it," you huffed, hand still on his chest. "You're acting like nothing happened."

"...What did you want me to do?"

You blinked in disbelief.

Sae backtracked, thumb slowly rubbing your inner wrist. "I mean, you were curious, right?"

You paused, drawling out. "Well ... yes."

"I thought—" He scratched the back of his neck, a flush creeping up his ears. "I thought that's what that was."

"I was curious," you said, biting your inner cheek. "But you didn't exactly give me what I was asking for."

He cocked a brow. "You came. More than three times—"

"Shut up!" You clasped a hand over his mouth, your brows furrowing as he snickered.

Asshole. You could always tell when he was biting back a laugh from the crinkle under his eyes.

"...I wanted to, you know," you murmured, cheeks flushing. "Do it."

Sae muffled behind your palm. "You weren't ready, stupid. I could tell."

"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" you asked, removing your hand.

"You're too tight. And loud. And sensitive. Also, you move too much—"

"You— Shut up."

"What? You asked me what I meant?"

You huffed, fingers flexing. "Maybe if you didn't eat me out until my vision got blurry, I would've been ready."

He blinked, sighing softly. "Yeah? Well, maybe if you didn't keep whining like you wanted more, I would've stopped."

Your nose scrunched as Sae just quirked a brow at you, daring you to retort—to say something better.

Then, he barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "This is so stupid. C'mere."

Sae's fingers tangled in your hair, giving you a moment to back out if you willed. This is a terrible idea. You thought. So terrible—but if you pulled away now, the ache between your thighs would stay.

And you knew you were in too deep for that.

So, you leaned in, nose brushing his, and crashed your lips on his.

Asshole. Jerk. Bastard. You wanted to say, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close. He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to tug your hips onto his lap. I'll get you next time.

Your knees landed beside his thighs on the bed, steadied by his firm grip on your thighs. His hand creeped up your hip, resting on your lower back.

You licked his lower lip—soft, wet, and plush—a signal for access. Letting out a soft moan, his lips parted, allowing you to prod your tongue at the roof of his mouth, stopping short behind his teeth.

He panted, exhaling warm breaths into your mouth as his fingers reached under your shirt, grazing your bare skin. "Easy."

You whined, lips chasing his. Sae cut you with a firm squeeze on your thigh. "Hm? Use your words."

You huffed. "My tongue."

"What about it?"

"Suck— Suck on it."

Sae's gaze—low-lidded and tempted—ran down from your eyes to your wet lips. Then, he leaned in, fingers reaching to tap your cheek, coaxing you to open your mouth.

His lips wrapped around the tip of your tongue and sucked fervently. It was hot and suffocating—he was hot and suffocating.

You mewled into his mouth, pulling him closer.

"Fuck," he huffed against your lips. "Fuck."

Your eyes flitted to his dishevelled face, hair pushed back and lips swollen. His lips kissed down your jaw, making his way down your neck.

"Ah," you moaned softly. "Wait—"

His lips grazing the skin of your neck sent electricity straight between your thighs—growing hot and aching with each second. Your head was spinning, hands fumbling to grab at his shirt—

Sae whispered against the juncture of your neck. "You're serious about wanting to fuck, aren't you?"

"...Of course I am."

He released his warm breath on your neck, pressing his lips closer to the spot under your ear.

You flexed your fingers, whining softly. "Is that a bad idea?"

"You're so..." he murmured, threatening a smile. "No, it's not. Nevermind."

His hands moved to your waist, laying you on his bed. Your back hit his fresh sheets, engulfing you in his sweet scent.

Sae hovered over you, forearms braced beside your head. "I don't have any condoms, so I won't do anything."

Your head tilted at his comment, which was... reasonable enough. "You could... pull out?"

He coughed. "M'not doing that."

You grumbled, fingers picking the lint off his T-shirt. "You could... buy some right now?"

"Do you wanna ruin the mood?"

"You're already ruining the mood."

"Tch, shut up." His lips moved to press against the spot beneath your ear, shooting shivers of sparks down your stomach. "S'because you're impatient, dumbass."

You scoffed. "You're saying I'm—"

Then, Sae bit down on your neck—hard.

"Ah!"

"Oh, shit." He pressed several kisses to the bitten spot, trying to soothe you. "You were talking too much. Got distracted."

Your nose scrunched. "You're such a dick."

He smiled against your skin, pressing kisses down your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, making you arch into him as gasps pulled out of your throat.

"Never thought I'd be biting you until today," he murmured, sucking on an untouched patch of skin. "Younger me would be confused."

"Older me is confused," you huffed out, yelping when he bit the juncture between your collarbone and neck. "Sae!"

He grumbled in annoyance, licking a stripe up your collarbone. "What? Stop disrupting."

"Anyway, I hope you don't mind..." he whispered, fingers crawling beneath your shirt and up your bare back. "I wanna see you."

His fingers stopped short at your bra, unclasping the piece.

"All of you."

Your mind was a blur when Sae discarded your bra, fingers fumbling for the hem of your shirt. He was on his knees, hovering over you. "Has anyone ever seen you like this before?"

You pursed your lips. "What do you think?"

Sae paused, his eyes crinkling a fraction. "So I'm the only one?"

"...Shut up."

He pushed your shirt up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach, continuing until the fabric was pushed over your chest.

He leaned down, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. You felt his nose brush against yours, turning to meet his gaze.

Then, your lips parted, tongue lolling out to meet his.

Sae's tongue flicked against yours, swirling slowly around the wet muscle. You whined against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, licking over his tongue, and letting him prod the wet muscle in the cavern of your mouth. Let him see which spot made you whine and squirm. Let him see which spot made you chant his name.

When Sae pulled away, a string of saliva connected you together.

"Sae..." you whispered as he pulled back, the lamp illuminating the wet shine of his lips.

Sae snickered, warm hands resting on the underside of your breasts. You arched instinctively, eyes closing shut. His fingers ghosted up your chest, every featherlight touch trickling into your hot skin.

He touched you so well—so softly. Yet, he was everywhere except where you wanted him.

His index shakily grazed the slope of your breast, tracing a slow circle around your areola, watching your nipple bud up.

"Fuck," he murmured lowly. "M'gonna die."

Then, his fingers snaked to cup your breasts, giving a soft, desperate squeeze.

"M'gonna die," he repeated, nose brushing your cheek. "Pretty. You're so pretty."

A warm sensation trickled down your chest as his lips ghosted down your jaw, warm breath mingling with your exposed skin.

Your breaths were laboured and anticipatory as his lips pressed against the plush of your breast. "What are you gonna do?..."

His lips wrapped around the skin of your breast, sucking it into his mouth softly. You could feel his tongue flick against your skin, warmth shooting to your core.

You arched your back softly into him, whining softly. "Hngh—"

"Shh," Sae's teeth nipped at your skin, clamping down. "Haven't even touched you that much."

"Y-Yes, you have."

"Think you're just sensitive."

"Shut up."

His breath trailed from your breast to your nipple, breath perking the bud up. "M'not the one bein' noisy."

His hands snaked up your waist, thumbs brushing your stiffened nipples, adding pressure as your nose scrunched. "You are."

"S-Sae..." you mewled quietly as his thumbs pressed harder, rubbing firm circles into your aching buds. You pressed the back of your hand over your mouth, stifling your noises. "Shit."

"Hm?" His thumb and forefingers pinched your buds, tugging on them. "What is it?"

"It feels..."

"Good?" He smiled against your skin, hands pulling away, admiring your stiffened buds.

Then, his teeth sank into your supple flesh, swiping his tongue over the reddened skin. "I know."

Sae pressed wet kisses down the valley of your breasts, switching between nipping and sucking your skin. Your breath hitched, watching his head dip to your stomach.

"Sae?" you murmured as he pressed a wet kiss to the spot above your belly button.

"Hm?"

A purple splotch on your breasts and sides caught your eye. "Did you just— Did you do that?"

"Yeah?" He cast you a sarcastic glance, teeth nipping at the spot he kissed. "What about?"

"Why would you— How long is that gonna stay?" You lightly whacked his shoulder as he sucked the spot below your breast. "Mm!"

He swiped his tongue over the new, purpling splotch. "Depends. How hard do you want it?"

"Mm, I don't want people to see."

"People see you like this?" Sae's brows furrowed, lips ghosting over your side. "Like this?"

His thumb shakily grazed over the expanse of your chest, rubbing over your tightened nipple. Sae's gaze stayed on you, teeth sinking into the skin of your side.

He was teasing again. Playing around. Touching you in places that made you squirm.

"You—" you moaned softly, fingers tangling in his magenta locks. "Fuck, feels good, Sae."

"You like when I kiss you here?"

Your cheek grazed the pillows as he nuzzled his nose into your breast, gently biting your supple flesh. "Mm— Mhm."

His low-lidded gaze moved from your face to your tightened nipples, thumbing your waist. "You like when I lick you?"

His tongue ran a slow stripe up your chest, his eyes never leaving yours. The wetness left a glistening on your skin, illuminating a soft glow under the lamp.

Your fingers flexed in his locks, whining softly. "Y-Yeah."

"Want me to do it again?"

"Fuck— Are you making fun of me right now?"

Sae smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, and relentlessly—and leant into your chest. His breath ghosted over your stiff nipple before lolling his tongue out, running a slow, teasing stripe over the bud.

You squirmed, pulling the strands of his hair. "S-Sae!"

His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pinning it to the bed before murmuring against your glistening bud. "Look at me."

Your hazy gaze darted around the room before sweeping to him, hovering above your breast. "What?"

"I won't do this if you don't look." He licked another stripe up your nipple, thumb and forefinger moving to gently pinch the other. "That's my only rule."

A flush crept up your cheeks as he swirled his tongue over your bud—slow, unrelenting, and teasing. "Since when did we have rules?—"

Sae wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked fervently. The wanton sensation swept over your nipples, shooting sparks to your aching core.

"Since now," he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to the stiffened bud. "You like it when I suck you here?"

You whined. "That feels!—"

He tilted his head, swiping his tongue over his lips. "Bad? You want me to stop?"

"No, no." You shook your head. "Don't stop."

Sae's lips ghosted your skin, moving to your untouched bud. "Could've said that, hm? I know you like it."

His hand reached to palm your glistening breast, softly squeezing the mound. "I know you do."

He wrapped his lips around your other nipple, tongue rubbing the bud in a slow, passionate motion. You arched into him as his forefinger flicked the other one, pinching and tugging on your wet bud.

"Sae!..."

He darted his tongue out to a single point, flicking the wet muscle over your stiff nipple. "Hm?"

"Feels good," you mewled. "Don't stop— Please don't stop."

Sae, unrelenting, wrapped his lips around your nipple again, sucking fervently on the bud while his tongue swirled. It shot a warmth across your chest, shooting to your aching core.

You rubbed your thighs together impatiently as his teeth nipped at your bud, gently tugging on it. "Ah..."

"Mm..." Sae's teeth grazed your tightened nipple again, pulling ever so softly. "Mm."

He pulled back, paying his attention back to your glistening bud, fingers shakily tugging the unattended one. He lolled his tongue out, licking a slow stripe up your sensitive bud.

Your jaw was slack and eyes glassy before fixing on Sae, who took your nipple into his mouth again. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked fervently, tongue swirling and lashing at your wet bud.

"Sae!" You whimpered, squirming.

"What now?"

His tongue was all too overwhelming—too good—that the warmth between your thighs throbbed with each passing second. You panted. "T'much."

"Sensitive?" He asked, fingers moving to pinch your aching buds.

"What do you think?—"

Sae grimaced—ever so slightly. "Thought you liked it."

You frowned, ignoring your burning cheeks. "Y-Yeah, but..."

"But what?"

"You're embarrassing me with all these questions!" You lightly whacked his head with your free hand, frowning at his pout. "And you said you wouldn't do anything!"

He huffed. "I am not doing anything."

You raised a brow before gesturing to your marked skin, running all the way from your neck to your breasts and stomach. "You are doing something, idiot."

"Hmph," he clicked his tongue against his cheek. "So what?"

"So what?—" You huffed, pushing yourself up from your palms. "You just keep doing anythin' you please, even though you refuse to do it."

"...We went over this; we don't have condoms."

Your brows furrowed, thumb swiping over the saliva at the corner of his mouth. "I know. So let me see your dick."

Sae coughed into his fist. "Let you see my— What?"

"Oh, so you can see every part of me, but I can't see your little dick?"

"Don't call my dick little," he scoffed. "Why do you wanna see it anyway?"

You fiddled with your fingers, your shirt still pushed over your chest. "Because... I wanna make you feel good too."

A flush crept up Sae's neck, his hand sweeping over his lower face as he snorted.

Your eye twitched.

Did he just laugh?

His shoulders slightly bounced as he giggled into his hand, eyes averting from yours.

"What?" Your jaw slacked open, staring as he laughed. "What the fuck?"

"You're confident, but," Sae snorted again. "I doubt your skills."

"Are you shitting me?"

"No."

You shook your head. "I don't think I'd be terrible."

"You'd be pretty terrible."

Your brows furrowed at his stupid remarks, your foot aiming for his balls, just like when you were kids.

He groaned, face contorting. "What the fuck?"

"Hm," you huffed, instead feeling a stiff, aching heat between his legs. "What is that?"

Sae let out a shaky breath. "You know what that is."

Your foot slowly pressed into his crotch. "Not really. How hard are you right now?"

Sae must have been aching from the way his cock jumped in his pants, straining against the fabric. You tilted your head curiously, feeling his stiffness. It was hard, albeit a little squishy and twitched terribly—

He huffed, lips twitching. "I swear to god, that's enough."

You were about to press harder until he caught your ankle, moving your foot to the bed. "Fine. You can see my dick."

Your eyes lit up as he moved to adjust his waistband, his hand reaching into his sweats. "See how fuckin' 'small' it is."

His elbow dipped into the sheets beside your head as he hovered over you, cerulean gaze pouring into yours. Fingers reached into his sweats as he pulled his aching cock from his pants, pushing the fabric down.

A day ago, you thought you had some semblance to what a dick looked like in person.

But Sae's was foreign. Twitching. Almost, almost even blushing.

Fluids pearled at his tip, trickling down his shaft. His hand wrapped around the tip, slowly pumping to the base. "... Fuck, this is embarrassing."

"What is that? Did you cum?" Your cheeks burnt as he pumped softly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

"No, idiot. It's pre."

"What is pre?"

"Pre-cum?" Sae's brows furrowed. "It's like when you get wet, almost."

"Oh," you bit back a laugh. "You must be really sensitive then."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get so—"

You reached out curiously, forefinger pressing against his tip, where pre-cum leaked out. It was sticky and slick, collecting at the pad of your finger.

A stuttering gasp pulled out of Sae's throat, cock twitching as you touched him. He shakily pumped his cock once more, hips bucking into his hand.

"Fuck you," he panted. "Fuck you."

You bit back a laugh, pulling back. "Can I touch it?"

His forehead dropped to your shoulder, damp bangs pressing softly into your skin. "Don't do what you did last time. Wrap your hand around it."

You couldn't see his face, but you felt his breath hitching against your skin and his hand snaking to yours—wrapping around it and slowly guiding it to his cock.

Your breath hitched as your fingers wrapped around the base, your thumb and forefinger barely brushing each other. He swiped his tongue over his lips, brows furrowing as you squeezed softly. "Like that, mm— Good, just go slow."

His wet lips pressed between your neck and clavicle, licking a stripe up your skin. Like some means to distract himself. To distract you from the slight stutter in his hips.

After observing Sae for so long—since he first scored into a net, since he failed almost all of his classes, and since the first girl in your class gave him chocolates—you knew it would be futile.

You've been watching him for so long. Observing him for years. Because one day, you might come and find out these things yourself—touch him, learn his movements, tease him.

His cock was sticky, maybe from all the pre-cum dripping onto his shaft or the heat of your bodies. You gently squeezed his base, hand slowly pumping up to his tip.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck, teeth baring and twitching to nip at you. "Slowly."

You swallowed thickly as your hand stroked his tip, dragging it back down to his base. He moaned quietly into the juncture of your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your damp skin.

"Shit," he cursed, something close to a whimper edging at his lips. "Like that."

His hips bucked into your hand as you squeezed his cock again, stroking the sticky mess up to his tip, where pre-cum pearled at the head.

He throbbed in your hand, the tip blushing redder and redder. Your cheek nuzzled against his as your head turned, lashes batting against each other's skin as you gazed into him.

Sae's eyes—usually lazy and unbothered—crinkled ever so slightly, staring into you.

You squeezed his tip, your thumb brushing his slit as pre-cum soaked the pad of your thumb. Lips ghosting over his, you paused and pressed your lips to his, tongue prodding into his mouth.

Something akin to a whine melted into your mouth as his hips spasmed into your warmth, hand dragging down his base, and—

A wet, sticky fluid spilt onto your hand, all the way down your wrist. Your tongue swiped over his before pulling away, meeting his flushed, redden tip and something new—no, something lewd on your skin.

He swallowed thickly as you observed the white mess on your skin, eyes meeting his.

Sae turned away.

"Did you cum?"

"...Shut up."

You pressed the back of your clean hand over your mouth, flush creeping up your neck. "Wow, that was kind of... quick?"

Sae's ears reddened, his tongue clicking against his cheek.

"Is it always that fast?"

"No, stop talkin' about it." He murmured. "That was a one-time thing."

"I thought you were like, experienced."

"I am."

"But that wasn't even a minute!"

"You— You kissed me."

He cast you a shy glance, lips pursing. Eyes fleeting to his still hard cock, you swallowed thickly. "...Right."

Your hand brushed his base again, fingers flexing against his sticky skin. "Can I do it again?"

"I dunno. That made me shy," he whispered. "Let me touch you this time."

Your hand wrapped around his shaft again, pumping slowly. "But you're still hard."

He let out a low gasp, fingers snaking to the edge of your waistband. "So? We both have hands."

His hand slipped beneath the fabric, the pads of his fingers brushing against your twitchy clit. "Might as well use them."

Sae's index and middle fingers rubbed the soaked fabric covering your entrance. "Shit, you're so wet."

"Because you kept kissing and biting me everywhere— Fuck."

His middle finger dipped beneath your panties, collecting your slick on his fingers. "What was that? Sayin' something?"

You squeezed his shaft harder this time, pumping your hand up to his tip. "Fuck you."

"Can't today. No condoms."

A grimace crept onto your lips. "Not funny, Sae."

He chuckled, the vibration melting into your skin before his lips met your own, tongue swiping the spot behind your teeth. You whined into the kiss as his fingers crept lower, brushing your entrance.

"I think you're ready," Sae whispered against your cheek, his hip nudging you to spread your thigh. "I'll do one finger for now, okay?"

You nodded, breath hitching. "My shorts."

"Want them off?"

"Mhm."

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling the fabric off with a few smooth tugs. Discarding your clothes onto the bed, his fingers curled by your entrance, his middle finger pressing against the spot.

Your hand gripped his base tighter, slowly pumping to his tip and back whenever you could, lips brushing his. "Sae."

"Relax, relax." He urged, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you pumped. "I got you."

His middle finger prodded at your entrance, angling it so, and dipped inside. Compared to the first time he tried to finger you, your hole accommodated him, soaked folds twitching as his thumb rubbed sticky circles on your clit.

Sae let out a low whine as you squeezed his tip. "Mm, you're so fuckin' wet."

"It... It doesn't hurt," you moaned sweetly.

"Yeah?" He leaned in close, lips brushing your temple as the tip of his finger prodded at the entrance of your hole—brushing against every ridge and spot that made you react. "Feel good?"

"F-Feels good," you whined as his entire finger slid inside, curling at the roof of your pussy. "Ah!"

"What, that feels good too?" He whispered. "Did I touch your G-spot?"

Your hips bucked into his finger as he curled again into the same spot, a new warmth settling into your abdomen. You nodded hazily, your free hand moving to grip his shoulder.

"S-Sae, how should I touch you?"

He raised a brow, his finger sliding in and out of your wet heat, curling into the spot that made you buck. "You're doin' well so far."

You shakily pumped from his tip to base, squeezing the sticky shaft. "How should I touch you to make you cum?"

Sae's gaze averted to the pillows, flush creeping up his neck. "You wanna go there?"

"I don't wanna cum alone," you breathe out. "Not like last time."

His head dipped to watch your fingers slowly stroke his cock, remnants of his previous pleasure creeping in his abdomen. "Rub your thumb over the slit right there."

He slid his finger and pressed upwards as you swiped your thumb over his slit again, rubbing it in a sticky side-to-side motion. Squeezing softly as his hips bucked, he withdrew his finger. "Fuck, like that."

Sae's eyes squeezed shut, teeth catching the supple skin of your neck. "Gonna cum if you keep doin' that. You wanna make me cum?"

"Mhm, wanna see you cum," you said, biting your lip and thumbing at his tip.

"Before you?"

"Before me."

He laughed, low and shaky. "T-Then rub the underside. It feels— Fuck, you know how it feels."

You did know how it felt to be touched so sweetly that you could go insane. Maybe Sae taught you that feeling, but it was something you knew too well. Something you wanted to chase. You thumb at the underside of his twitching cock, rubbing in sticky circles.

His head threw back, eyes screwing shut. "Shit, shit."

Sae was already sensitive and brainless beyond comprehension. You were just too good for him—too good for his nerves to settle down. If he came again, he would seem beyond stupid. Beyond precise. But you kept asking him where to touch, how to touch, how to make him feel good.

He couldn't help but indulge you.

So his soaked finger moved to graze your wet, twitchy folds, rubbing sticky circles onto your clit. "If you wanna cum too, then fucking stop."

You smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, relentlessly—and continued to pump his cock. Rubbing his pearly slit, thumbing the underside of his tip, and dragging your hand down to his base.

It was all too much. His hips were already bucking into your hand, and his fingers were already shaking against your folds.

Not again. He thought, lip trembling. Not again.

You rubbed your thumb into his slit once more, giving a soft squeeze. And with that, ropes of white spilt from his cock.

You continued to pump him, brows furrowed and gaze fixed. "Again?"

"Fuck, stop that." He grabbed your wrist, letting out a shaky breath. "You're so..."

Sae ran his fingers through his magenta locks, hips still spasming and cock twitching. "M'not usually like this, just so you know."

"I know," you nodded, biting back a smile. "Don't be embarrassed."

He kissed his teeth, tongue swiping over them. "Shut up. Go on, do it again."

He loomed over you, warm hands splaying over your smooth thigh. Lips brushing your ear, Sae whispered. "I swear to god I'll make you cum this time."

Your hands found home on his shoulders as his hand between your thighs again, middle and ring fingers slowly rubbing your folds. He started slow, rubbing sticky figure eights at your entrance before snaking his way up to your twitchy clit—softly pinching the hood.

Sae's lip trembled against your cheek as your hand reached for his cock again, gripping the antsy base. His tip blushed red as you began to pump his overwhelmed cock in slow strokes.

"Fuck," he whined, his thumb and forefinger lifting the hood before massaging sticky motions onto your peeking clit.

Your hips jolted, mewls pulling from your throat as he continued to rub—eyes low-lidded and fixed on your soaked folds. Sae's hip nudged your squirming thighs apart, fingers snaking down to your entrance again.

"I neglected you, huh? Neglected your fuckin' pussy?" He chuckled, the words coming out shaky as you continued to stroke him up and down.

"S-Sae," you whined, squeezing his tip noticably harder. "Put it in already."

His nose nuzzled your skin as your hips bucked to meet his fingers, pulling back to rub slow circles into your folds.

"Haah— Just give me a second, hm? Gotta adjust to your—" Sae whined lowly, exhaling shakily. "Gotta adjust to your hand squeezing me."

Your hand stilled over his flushed cock, brows furrowing as he slid his ring and middle fingers into your wet heat. "Your fingers!—"

Sae's fingers have always been longer and bigger than yours, now mushing into your tight hole. It stung a little, but the pleasure that he gave was too much—too good to pass up on, thighs shaking as he pressed up on a spot that made you whine.

His breath was mingling with your own, and your hand began to drag up his cock again, thumbing his flushed tip. "It hurts a little, Sae; wait."

"I know, I know. J-Just..."

Sae's thumb massaged sticky circles on your clit, coaxing your hole open. He bit his lip as he slowly pulled his fingers out, the pads of his fingers dragging against the roof of your cunt.

Then, with a click of his tongue, he pushed his digits back in, curling upwards.

"Sae!" you moaned, squeezing his base. "That's— Fuck, s'good."

"Good, hm? Doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head as his thumb flicked at your puffy clit, fingers dragging out and in. "D-Doesn't hurt, mmph."

"Yeah? 'Cause you're hurtin' me right now."

Your hazy gaze fleeted down to his flushed cock, getting impossibly squeezed by your hand.

"Oh, oh shit," you let go, thumb and forefinger shakily rubbing his slit. "M'sorry."

He whined into your ear, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. "Fuck— You're makin' it worse, kinda. I'll cum again."

You swallowed thickly. "Again?"

"Shut— Shut up," he murmured, teeth sinking into your cheek.

"A-Ah!" you yelped, wrapping your hand around his tip. "What the fuck?"

"You asked for it." He pulled away, eyes low-lidded and fixed on yours, pressing a kiss onto the spot he bit.

You panted.

So did he.

And a lewd idea flashed through your head—making him cum over and over again until he couldn't think. That would be a sweet revenge for what he did to you last time and a perfect image in your head.

But Sae leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Let's cum together then, hm?"

Then, his lips swallowed yours, tongues swirling against each other's—prodding into the wet cavern of your mouth. You whined into his mouth as his fingers began to piston in and out of your soaked hole at a new, quickened pace, curling into a sweet, electric spot.

"Sae," you moaned into his mouth. "You're goin' fast."

He swallowed your moans, lips searing over yours. "That's the idea."

Your hand squeezed his shaft, pumping quick, sticky motions up and down his cock. His hips shuddered into your hand, breath getting more laboured as you continued.

"Not gonna be gentle?" he panted against your lips. "After you made me cum so many times?"

"Wan' you to cum one more time," you whispered as he curled his fingers up. "P-Please?"

His digits slid in and out of your hole, each push harsher than the last one. Something hot and bursting knotted in your lower stomach, hips jolting every time he curled his fingers. "Sae!"

Sae's tongue licked a stripe over yours, sucking the wet muscle into his mouth. "Fuck— Fuck, m'gonna cum soon."

You panted, whining into his mouth. "I-I can't!"

"What's that?" His thumb moved to shakily rub quick circles on your clit. "Of course you can."

Your hips lifted, hole clenching around his digits as you squeezed his cock. "Sae!"

Sae. Sae. Sae. Sae.

He whined against your lips, cock spasming in your hand as you pumped erratically—up and down, thumbing his slit, the underside of his tip.

"You're perfect," he sputtered. "P-Perfect."

Sae's digits pistoned into you at a maddening pace, curling so deeply into your gummy spot. Your vision began to blur as you moaned into his skin. "Sae!— Sae, I'll cum!"

His lips found yours again, tongues swirling over each other's as you whined. Your hips spasmed against his hand, your hand squeezing impossibly tight and—

His digits pressed into the same sweet spot, and the warm knots in your stomach undid and burst, washing over your body in electric rivulets.

You felt something hot spurt onto your soaked hand, stilling against his cock.

Sae was right. He did cum again.

His lips pulled away from yours, his free hand wiping over his face. You panted, bleary-eyed and dazed, as his digits continued to pump in and out of your slick, slower this time.

"Sae?..." you murmured, giving his cock a final squeeze, and—

Sniffle.

Your head snapped to his covered face, his breath shaking. "Sae?"

He swiped his tongue over his lips, fingers trembling. "Shit, I just came a third time..."

Sae removed his hand, and that's when you saw him raw. His cerulean eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill at any second.

"Fuck," he wiped the stray tears. "My dick's gonna die young."

You scoffed, jaw slack. "Are you crying?"

"Are you judging?"

"No, no. I just..." you panted as he pushed himself up, digits withdrawing from your folds. "I'm surprised."

"How is that surprising? I came three times," he huffed. "You really are a pervert."

A pervert?

"Hey! What the fuck?—"

"You owe me," he murmured, hands prying your thighs apart. "I don't like to cry."

Shit, you thought as his hand moved, palm facing up, and his ring and middle fingers slid into your soaked folds.

You were so fucked.

"You can take it, right?" Sae panted, fingers curling into your gummy spot. "I took what, three? You can take three, four, five more?"

His other hand reached up to pinch the hood of your puffy clit, lifting the hood as his thumb rubbed sticky figure eights into your bud.

You arched your back, hips jolting from his overwhelming touch. "Sae!"

"Shut up," he huffed, digits pressing into a sweet spot.

Your eyes squeezed shut as he leaned into you, lips wrapping around your stiffened nipple. "S-S'good."

Sae's damp bangs pressed against the smooth expanse of your skin, tongue swirling around the bud before his teeth nipped at the edges.

"Fuck," he murmured, licking a slow stripe around your nipple. "You can take it, right?"

You whimpered as his digits pumped into your hole, clenching around him for the nth time. "I can take it."

"Good," he murmured, thumb rubbing your overwhelmed clit in a relentless side-to-side motion. "See how many you can take."

His teeth sank into your chest as you moaned, hips stuttering. It was going to happen again while you were still sensitive. Before you could catch your breath and take your time to cum,

Another orgasm crashed over you. Hard and messy.

But his fingers didn't stop or slow down, even as your head spun and tears pricked your eyes.

Sae panted, hand splaying over your lower stomach. The lamp illuminated a beautiful shine on his face, light catching the slope of his cheek. His thumb reached out to wipe the stray tear from your cheek. "Crying already? Don't be like that."

He panted, tongue clicking against his cheek. "Two down, three more to go."

It's been three days since Sae had eaten you out at your place.

Three days.

And now, Sae was going to make you cum three more times.

Three times?

You were so unbelievably fucked.

BONUS !

The rays of light scorched your skin as you sat on a field of grass.

The sun was surely melting your skin as sweat dripped from the back of your neck. Your mom had pestered you in the morning about it and spun your hair into the tightest high ponytail in existence.

Gosh, it was so annoying. This day. The hot weather. This stupid game.

Next to you was a boy about two years younger than you with a head full of dark hair and big, babyish eyes. He was short enough to stand at your sitting height, his tiny fingers pawing at the fence.

"Nii-chan," he murmured, teal eyes fixed on the football field. "Nii-chan! Nii-chan!"

Mrs Itoshiiii... You thought, picking at your shirt. Rin's talking to himself again.

Some other kid walked past the fence, pushing the small boy off balance, but your arm quickly shot out, rushing to Rin.

"Rin!" his head landed on your arm, eyes wide yet unfazed. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, not even looking at you. "Why aren't you watching Nii-chan?"

"I am."

"No."

"I will."

Rin puffed out his cheeks before scrabbling to his feet again. "He's gonna score again."

You tilted your head, eyes fixing on the field. Your mom had always forced you to watch Sae's games since you were six. It had been a weird tradition, and frankly, you were tired of the cheering and stacks of awards given to the annoying, stupid kid.

But Rin? He adored him, so much so that he could psychically predict his goals.

And he was right.

Sae spun, dodging the other player, before shooting the ball, scoring clean into the net. His face was concentrated, almost calculated, and proud—one of the reasons you thought he was so incredibly annoying.

The crowd cheered vehemently while Rin did his little victory dance.

Sae's team won.

Again.

You puffed out a sigh, used to this sort of thing, when Rin turned around, his head a little big for his body, like he was going to topple over at any given moment. "Isn't Nii-chan the coolest?"

"Yeah," you said. "The coolest."

Sae's cerulean gaze shot out to yours in the crowd—well, maybe to his little brother's—and he smiled. Faint, dignified, and relentless. Sweat beaded off the side of his cheek, staining his fair skin.

Then, his hand reached for the hem of his jersey, wiping his sweat. Your eyes flitted down.

Oh my god. Your eyes widened. Why is his stomach so toned?

Bells were flaring in your twelve-year-old head—not wedding bells, more like... bells. Just bells.

It reminded you of all the Webtoon you've consumed at night, where the guy's muscles are toned and firm and nice. Obviously, he would have to do some exercising in football practice. He didn't quite have muscles yet, but the exposure of his skin had your cheeks flaring with some weird feeling. It reminded you of—

A flush crept up your neck, the realisation of your thoughts hitting you.

Ew!

Cooties. You thought, softly patting Rin's back. Cooties.

Oh, but Sae was already making his way towards you. You frowned, pushing yourself up on your palms.

Great, now he was going to open his mouth again.

He hooked his chin over the fence, grinning at Rin. "See that, Rin? Another goal to becoming the best striker in the world. And I got another trophy."

"You're amazing, Nii-chan!" Rin hopped, smiling as Sae ruffled his hair.

"And what about you?" Sae asked.

"What about me?"

"Was I amazing?"

You huffed, turning away. "Shut up."

Rin cut in. "But Nee-chan, you said Nii-chan was the coolest."

Your eyes blew open.

"Rin!"

part 1 to childhood bsf!sae x reader

@pyroami

[stxrlitlibrary]

Hello!! I came across your drunk hsr men fic and I loved it!!

I was wondering if I could ask for Sunday, Blade, and any other male hsr character you want reacting to reader gifting them a rock.

── .✦ " it's the thought that counts. "

pairing(s) : Sunday, Blade, Phainon x m!reader summary : you gifted them a cute rock you saw. (as far as rocks can be considered cute.) tags : x male reader, fluff, crack, slightly suggestive at the end (Sunday, Phainon), possibly out of character, Blade is a tsundere, Phainon is overly affectionate word count : 1.4k a/n : Ty for this request it was so fun to write. <3 Requests OPEN!

── .✦ Sunday

To say he was perplexed as he stared at the small, gray object nestled against your palms was an understatement. He was aware of the phrase 'it's the thought that counts', and understood its meaning, yet, he was struggling to figure out your reasoning behind gifting him a rock.

"So... dear- why did you give this to me?" He asked carefully, as he took the rock from your hands into his own, his wings twitched slightly as your hands made contact with one another. He lifted it up to his face and carefully examined it. One of the lines etched across its surface slightly resembled the feathered wing of a bird... or a halovian.

"Well," you proudly placed your, now empty, hands on your hips and continued, "it reminded me of you. Y'know, those lines on it look a bit like a wing." Your eyes drifted upwards, examining his pretty features and lingering on his lips for a moment, before moving on to his pierced wing. You brought a hand up and carefully brushed your fingers against the soft featherings, eliciting a quiet gasp from your boyfriend.

"Oh, I see..." The faint blush on his cheeks did not go unnoticed to you. Neither did the slight hitch in his breath as he carried the rock over to his bed and cautiously placed it onto his nightstand. Here, it would be a gentle reminder of you whenever he woke up in the morning while you weren't around.

You walked up behind him and rested your head against his back, whilst carefully placing your arms around his waist. Sunday stiffened for a moment, before relaxing against you.

"Did you just happen to notice this? Or were you deliberately searching for a rock that would remind you of me?" His wings clung to his cheeks, a desperate attempt to hide the faint blush on his skin and appear more composed than your close proximity allowed him to be.

"Hm.." you smiled, pressing a kiss against the back of his neck, "I was thinking of you," you spun him around so that he was facing you, your hands still on his waist, "... and happened to notice this rock in the corner of my eye..." You mused, leaning in closer to his face. Sunday could have sworn his heart was about to beat out of his chest. Were you trying to get him killed this way?

"And it made you think of me even more?"

"It made me realize I had to come and see you immediately." Sunday finally looked up at you again, a soft smile forming on his handsome face and a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. He wrapped his arms around your neck and leaned his head on your chest.

"Well, I am glad that you are here now, my love--ack!" he yelped when you suddenly tossed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, your fingers carefully wrapping around his wrists and pinning him down onto the bed. The flusteredness Sunday had thought he had overcome just mere moments ago returned full force as he tried to squirm away underneath you. When Sunday noticed the look on your face, he was already mentally preparing himself for what would happen next. He wasn't going to leave any time soon.

── .✦ Blade

Never in his life could Blade have imagined that he would end up here one day. His arms were crossed over his chest, while staring intensly at the small pebble you held up in front of him. It was as if they were having a staring contest and neither was willing to give in.

"So? What do you think of him?" You asked, turning the pebble a bit to the side. You had carefully wrapped a single bandage around the middle of the rock and painted a grumpy expression on the front.

"Is this supposed to resemble me?" Blade's deep voice made you shudder slightly in a good way and you reached down to grab hold of one of his hands. You pulled him closer and held the pebble close to his face.

"It is! It's like a mini version of you," you said in a soft tone, placing the bladebble in his palm. The stellaron hunter carefully examined it from the sides before he let out an exasperate sigh. It was cute, even if didn't want to admit it. He directed his eyes at you instead, studying the soft look on your face. It made his heart skip a beat and he quickly straightened his back and cleared his throat.

"Why is it so grumpy?" He asked, looking back down and taking more notice of the grumpy expression painted onto the rocks surface.

"Because you're always grumpy as well." Your words made his eye twitch slightly and he raised an eyebrow at you as if he were questioning your view of him.

"I am not," he retorted. He was proving your point at this point.

"Yeah, you are." You merely received a scoff from Blade in response. He turned away from you and placed the pebble next to some other small crafts you had made, all seemingly resembling him in some way. He sighed and looked over the small collection for a moment, before he turned to face you again.

Your eyes were fixated on the growing collection, and you could feel your heartbeat speed up a little. He was keeping every little craft you had made for him and looking after them. Even if your boyfriend could come off as cold or stoic on the outside at times, he had a soft side as well. One specifically reserved for those dear to him.

── .✦ Phainon

Phainon was sitting on his knees in front of you, while you sat on the couch with both of your arms behind your back. When you had come home earlier, you had promised Phainon a gift. Phainon loved gifts. Especially if they came from you. He loved anything you gave him, even if it were two dried leaves that were stuck together which you had claimed reminded you of the two of you.

He looked up at you with a look of anticipation and you could have sworn that, if he had a tail, it would surely be causing an earthquake with how much it would be wagging. He scooted a bit closer, now pretty much sitting between your legs.

You had a grin on your face as you looked down at him, both of your hands still behind your back with the rock you were planning to give to him nestled into your left hand.

"Pick one side."

"Hmmm..." Phainon hummed, his eyes drifting back and forth between your left side and your right side.

"Right," he decided after a few seconds. A smug look spread across your face as you revealed your right, empty hand. Phainon's expression dropped and you could have sworn his ahoge deflated a little as well. His pouty expression always made you cave, the look in his eyes just got to you in a way nothing else ever did. You sighed and pulled your left hand forward, showing him the pebble you had picked up. There was a chimera paw print on top of it.

Phainon's eyes lit up when he saw it, he seemed quite excited.

"Is that a chimera paw print?" He questioned, carefully taking the pebble from you and examining it. His eyes were sparkling and he looked back up at you, moving closer and peppering kisses all across your face. He was leaning over you and slowly laid you on your back on the couch, while carefully placing the gift you had given him on the table beside you.

"What're you doing, Phai..." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck while he hovered over you. He had such a loving look in his eyes, it made you feel flustered to just hold eye contact with him. Despite the fact you had been dating for a while now, you still were not used to someone looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky for him.

"Showering you with love, of course." He smiled, pressing a kiss against your collarbone, "payback for the sweet gift, dawnlight."

You laughed as he continued his relentless kissing attack, before a sudden yelp escaped you when he slipped his head underneath your shirt and lightly bit into the soft skin on your stomach. You knew what he was planning.

ⓒ stxrlitlibrary, do NOT copy, steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else and do NOT use for ai training.

[cryopie]

One more kiss from sae

You knew sae wasn’t the clingy type. Most of the times, he existed in his own detached orbit, entirely unbothered by the need for constant physical closeness

He wasn’t the type to just reach out to hold your hand, he didn’t seek out casual affection. He valued his silence, space, and his boundaries. If he allowed you close, it was always entirely on his terms

Which was why afternoons like this felt so rare

He was sitting on the sofa, the low murmur of the TV filling the quiet room. His sharp eyes were locked on the football match, analyzing the plays with his usual, cold precision

You were right beside him, close enough that your shoulders occasionally brushed, but he didn’t move away. He simply let you occupy his space, his arm resting casually along the back of the sofa behind you

Eventually, the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Sae grabbed the remote, tossing it onto the coffee table with a quiet click as the screen went black, and leaned his head against the cushions with a slow, exhausted exhale

You leaned closer to look at him. Without the intense focus of the game, his sharp features looked serene

He hadn’t bothered to style his hair back today, leaving his bangs to rest straight down his forehead. It completely softened the usual intimidating edge of his face, making him look so relaxed and cute it almost made your chest ache

He looked completely unguarded and before you could second guess yourself, you leaned up. Your confidence was nothing compared to his, but you managed to press a soft, brief peck to his lips

Sae didn’t move, he just looked down at you, his heavy gaze locking onto yours. A faint trace of amusement touched the corner of his mouth, a look reserved strictly for you

He tilted his chin down, his face shifting just an inch closer until his breath fanned over your skin

“More” he muttered, the word low, rough and slightly impatient

Your heart skipped a beat. You genuinely hadn’t expected this from him, he wasn’t usually this way, so forward and quietly demanding of your touch

Guided by the quiet command, you leaned in again, your lips meeting his for a second time, slightly more lingering than the first

He didn’t let you pull back far. He trailed after you, closing the distance until his lips were a mere hairswidth from yours, testing your resolve

“Don’t stop” he murmured against your lips, his words sending a quiet shiver down your spine

You closed the tiny gap a third time, your hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders. The ghost of a smile pressed into your lips matching his own

“Again”

The fourth time, his hand slid up to wrap firmly around the back of your neck, his long fingers anchoring you in place

He caught your mouth with his own, turning the distance between you into a slow, heavy, lazy-paced kiss, relaxing against you

For all the walls he kept building up against the world, the way he pulled you flush against his chest betrayed his nature

Even cold as he can be, he still desperately craves the warmth of having you close

thank you for reading ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

someone do this to me fr 🤧

cute divider by @/solitary-serendipity

[r1nitoshi1]

@r1nitoshi1 ‘s UPCOMING MENU.

- explore the menu freely, indulge with caution.

SELF DESTRUCTION — featuring sae itoshi.

Release date: 26th June, 2pm GMT

> This nsfw meal includes a main course of sae jerking himself off, with a side of masochism from the man himself.

SENSES — featuring michael kaiser.

Release date: 30th June, 2pm GMT

> This nsfw meal involves the main dish of blinding and overstimulation, accompanied by a sprinkle of sadism displayed by kaiser.

OCEAN EYES — featuring rin itoshi.

Release date: 4th July, 2pm GMT

> This slightly angsty meal features jealous aromas, as well as a hidden taste of vulnerability provided by Mr. Itoshi.

A HIT TO THE PRIDE — featuring sae itoshi.

Release date: 8th July, 2pm GMT

> This nsfw meal entails heavy notes of masochism, as well as encouraged spanking and humiliation.

Provided to you by Yuii.

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likes, comments, reblogs: much appreciated.

[carleycore]

࣪ 𝜗𝒞 ៸ Private Interview — Sae X Reader

mdni

Part 1

Sae's interest in you didn't end after that interview. A few days later you noticed the influx of followers, and your boss and coworkers were sending you countless articles about your interview with Sae. In the sports journalism world, you were a budding star.

It was late, you'd just made it into your apartment and you didn't know if it was the lack of sleep, or a sense of hubris granted by all the people gassing you up, but you decided to slide into Sae's dms.

A lot of famous figures and influencers have people who check who they're following religiously and Sae was no different.

It also didn't help that he only followed 10 so It was extremely obvious when he followed or unfollowed someone, not to mention the only people who he followed was his brother, his teams, Shidou, Adidas and a very popular soccer updates page that players and fans alike followed, and now you.

"The Sae Itoshi, Genius midfielder followed me? Hm..." You laughed after sending it, not expecting anything to come from it, but surprisingly he responded almost instantly.

"What can I say, I find you intriguing."

"Intriguing enough to give me another interview?"

And that's how you ended up in Sae's house, which was decorated quite beautifully and way nicer than you expected.

"Did you hire a designer?" You asked as you followed him into the living room, taking note of lack of typical bachelor pad features.

"What surprised I don't have a condom vending machine in my kitchen?" He smirked as he sat down next to you.

You wanted to pinch yourself. It was a stroke of luck that Nakamura, your boss, let you represent your company for the post match interview.

Even more so that you said something that caught Sae's attention and led you all the way here.

"Okay, since you're honestly doing me a favor I'll let you pick, would you like to do a recorded one, or one where I transcribe everything." He pretended to think then leaned back on the couch.

"You can record it, I know It'll boost your popularity some more."

I nodded, gaining traction was good, but it also came with a flood of Sae fangirls and boys who seemed personally offended by the fact that he acknowledged my existence.

The funny thing was that none of them actually knew him.

And right now, none of them were sitting in his living room.

You adjusted yourself on the couch and started the recording on your phone, placing it carefully on the coffee table between the two of you.

"Ready?" You asked.

Sae glanced at the device before looking back at you, "whenever you are."

The interview started the way they always did. Questions about the season, his performances, his goals moving forward. The standard topics every journalist covered.

What surprised you wasn't the content of his answers, but how willing he was to give them.

Most reporters were lucky to get a sentence out of him. You'd watched enough press conferences to know that. Sae usually looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

But here, in the quiet of his house, he seemed relaxed.

He answered thoughtfully, occasionally leaning back against the couch as he spoke. Sometimes he'd challenge the wording of your questions, eliciting some playful banter. Other times he'd ask what I thought before giving his own answer.

At some point, the interview stopped feeling like work.

The recording was still running, but neither of us seemed particularly focused on it anymore.

"Do you ever get tired of all the attention?" You asked eventually.

His eyes lifted from where he'd been absentmindedly turning a water bottle in his hands.

"The media attention?"

"Any attention."

He considered it for a moment.

"I like yours."

There was something unexpectedly honest about the way he said it.

The Sae everyone knew was composed, intimidating, impossible to read. The player who dominated headlines and made impossible passes look effortless.

The person sitting across from you felt different. Still confident. Still frustratingly self-assured, but human.

"You mean there's more to Sae Itoshi than being annoyingly talented?" I giggled.

His mouth twitched, "Hard to believe, I know."

"Very."

A quiet laugh escaped him.

The sound surprised you enough that you almost forgot your next question.

𝜗𝒞

The interview eventually drifted to a natural end nearly an hour later.

You reached forward and stopped the recording.

"Well," You said, stretching slightly. "That'll definitely make my editor happy."

"Only your editor?"

You looked up.

His gaze was already on you.

"Maybe me too."

Something softened in his expression.

The room settled into a comfortable silence.

It should've felt awkward.

Instead, it felt strangely familiar.

Like sitting across from each other and talking for hours was becoming normal. The realization made your stomach do something embarrassing.

Because when had that happened?

When had Sae stopped being just another athlete you interviewed?

And when had you stopped looking forward to your conversations purely for professional reasons?

"Can I ask you something?" he said suddenly.

You raised an eyebrow.

"Depends."

"Give me your number," He unlocked his phone and held it out toward me. "I don't check Instagram that often."

When you handed it back, Sae immediately saved it and sent a text.

A second later your phone buzzed.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You looked down, then back up at him.

"I like efficiency."

"Of course you do."

The smile on his face lingered for a second longer than usual.

He walked you toward the door, and for some reason neither of you seemed in a hurry.

The conversation continued in fragments as you crossed the place.

Small comments.

Easy observations.

The kind of things people talked about when they weren't ready for the interaction to end.

When you reached the door you figured that was it.

Interview over.

Another successful evening.

Except it didn't feel like the end of an interview anymore, it felt like leaving a friend.

The thought startled you.

Then Sae spoke.

"You have anything planned for the rest of the day?" Did he not want you to leave?

"No, I was just going to edit this a bit."

"Then stay here with me... just for a little bit."

𝜗𝒞

A little bit, right?

Well who knew a little bit would turn into him thrusting into you.

"Fuck, if I knew you were this tight I would've invited you over sooner." He grunted as he pushed your hair out of your face, "you're so beautiful, y'know that right?"

You scoffed, "you already got me in bed, there's no need to flatter me." This made him stop and lift up your chin so that you were holding eye contact with you.

"I never lie, and I don't sleep around."

That was true. In every interview Sae had he was blunt. He didn't make little white lies or decline to answer to keep a positive feeling in the room.

"Yeah... I know," you agree as he moves down to kiss you.

This was crazy. You were having sex with a star athlete who everyone else saw as cold and rude with an iron wall up.

Guess it went down for you.

Now, after a nice warm shower together you both were laying in his bed with sheets you knew costed more than your monthly rent.

"You did such a good job," he kissed your forehead. He was being uncharacteristically soft, or maybe he was always like this and the media just didn't know.

You leaned into his touch, "so is this how all of our interviews will end?"

Sae rolled his eyes and kissed you again, "well, I have to score on and off the field."

TYSM for 900 followers! I tried to add a little steaminess as a ty but I forgot I CANNOTTTT write smut to save my life...

I'm getting ready for the warzone rn, (i work at a restuarnt and it's father's day) wish me luck :(

[anglswag]

~He hit me and it felt like a kiss

Bllk boys and how they'd react if you hit them during sex

Sae, Rin, Kaiser💋, Hugo, Loki

It was just a light slap on the cheek, that left a sting for a few seconds and then disappeared. Type of hit you'd give your siblings if they acted extra stupid on one day...

...but Sae was not playing around with you. He had been pent up the whole day, just thinking of you had him being so hard, he could barely walk, which was... unfavorable during practice.

So when he came home all that poor man wanted to do was just fuck his princess and go to sleep, but of course you had to be a brat about it.

Hitting him, right when he was about to come, probably thinking his orgasm would make his brain stop functioning or some bullshit, was not a good idea, cause Sae would not let it slide. "You stupid bitch", he growled, pulling out of your pulsing pussy.

He started desperately stroking himself, aiming right at your drooling cunt, playing with his sensitive, pre leaking tip, before cumming.

"You can make yourself cum, if you dislike me this much", he said laying down beside you, and leaving your climax and cleaning to yourself.

He didn't listen to your begs and cries either, drifting away into his sleep and letting you face the consequences of your behavior.

... but Rin was so fucking fed up with you and your brat behavior.

The whole day you had been pushing him away, whenever he wanted to hug you, kiss you or hump you, now that he finally got you pinned down the bed, mindlessly fucking into you, you had the audacity to slap him?

"Why are you such a brat?", he sighed, hand around your throat while the other kept your hands pinned above your head to prevent you from hitting him again.

Rin was not gonna stop fucking you, even if you beat him up, just like usually if we're being honest, but now he was being mean about it.

He angled his hips just right, to hit that sweet, sugery stop in you, ground against you at the right moment and kissed you right when you needed it, but he always stopped right before you came, making you cry and whine apologies.

Rin kept you like that for God knows how long, cumming inside and creaming you, but you'd have to wait for your orgasm.

... but Kaiser immediately got a trigger response, hand shooting up and hitting you back right away. You felt your cheek sting and your eyes aswell, as tears started to gather there, threatening to fall."What? Think I'll just let you hit me?", he spat, his lower body not stopping its movements against yours.

"I am sorry, Micha", you cried. "Yeah yeah" He nuzzled his face inbetween your neck and shoulder, thrusting into you faster."You are pretty when you cry, Prinzessin", he mumbled in your ear, before softly nibbling on your lobe and playing with your nipples.

Overall it was not so big of a deal. You hit him, he hit you back and you two went back to fucking, while whispering how much you loved each other.

Later on when you were in the bathtub and he infront of the mirror, shaving, Michael called you out. "You think I haven't noticed you clenching when I hit you?"

... but Hugo stopped. Freezing up for a second and just staring at you, thighs still in his big hands and big chest falling up and down.

"Why did you hit me, chérie?", he asked, genuinely looking confused, as his sensitive skin started to show a light print of your fingers."Because you're too pretty", you answered, moving your hips to meet his non existent thrusts.

Hugo started slowly thrusting into again as he noticed that. "You hit me because I am pretty? Is that a new kink?" "Sort of?" "Then hit me again, amour"You just stared at him like a man who had lost his mind, but Hugo seemed totally serious about it, seemingly waiting for it even.

And with that dear kids, you hitting Vivien Hugo while he mindlessly rams his huge dick into you like an animal became a thing everytime you have sex.

You still couldn't get used to how his blush became deeper and deeper everytime you hit him. That man was overly freaked out.

...but Loki just sighed. A real, annoyed sigh. He was used to you being a brat, but this really did it for him.

Julien pulled out and ordered you to get on all fours, which you did because now he was fucking pissed off and your boyfriend being angry was top 10 scariest things, top 3 when his wrath was directed at you.

"You dumb, fucking whore", he growled, fucking into you from behind, while his palm repeatedly landed on your now swollen ass cheeks, the aggressive contact of skin echoing through the room.

You cried apologies and begs for him to be less rough, but it all landed on deaf ears."I am so fucking tired of you being such a bitch. Behave for once"

"I- i am s-sorry", you whined feeling your guts being rearranged by the way he was taking you. His speed was inhumane and he still somehow managed to hit all the spots that got you squirting all over the bed.

"Look at you enjoying it. All you wanted to do was provoke me right? Well now you get what you wanted"

That man was not playing around. Your asscheeks were sore and sitting down was absolute hell for the next few weeks, but he did not seem sorry at all, because you totally deserved it.

I swear i wanted to say something, but I forgot what

[hitoshifan69]

Not Always Shy

Dom Tamaki x reader Smut 

Contains: MATURE sexual CONTENT. ‘Stuck in the washing machine, step bro save me’ type of situation, very mild but just going to put it out there dubcon? Mineta is a pervert, light victim blaming. Established relationship. Semi-public. Oral on reader. Tentacles. Quickie.

A/N I've seen EVERYONE headcannon him as a sub- which I get, it's easier, less effort, less to worry about on your end, which makes sense to someone as anxious as him, but also he is a HERO student at the MOST PRESTIGIOUS school. He obviously had some drive, and we see in fight scenes he acts without overthinking every move, letting reflex kick in and relying on his own actions, even if he does worry about them later. So, I made this, because I think he could be a switch with someone he got super comfortable with and helped break him out of his shell! It seems like he's comfortable enough around just his classmates, and although in the series we only see him when he's alongside Class 1-A at events, we can assume his social anxiety isn't as bad most of the time when it's just people he's close with. For example, when he's just with Kirishima and Fatgum, we see he isn't nearly as freaked out by everything (until others come into play).

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      “Tamakiiiiiiiiii!” you wailed for your boyfriend to help you out, stuck on the pile of training mats.

       You heard the quick, quiet, light pace of his footsteps, which really somehow should have been much louder for someone as large as he was, stop right behind you after he ran to your aid. “(Y/N)... What happened?” he questioned, trying not to laugh at your predicament.

      “Those… gosh DARN first years,” you said, trying to roll onto your back. “They played a prank on me trying to see up my skirt! It was that short purple-haired one!” 

       “Well, did it work?”

       “What do you think?!” you snapped, obviously stuck in the training net, your hands pinned to your sides, only your lower-half free.

        He moved to your side, shifting the net up above your thighs. “Well, maybe you shouldn't have been wearing your skirt so high so that they could see your underwear in the first place,” he noted, in that miserably wretched voice he had when he was displeased by something, or looking at something pessimistically.

      “Are you serious?!” He had to be rage-baiting you. If it were anyone else, you would have torn up the net yourself with your quirk and slapped him.

          He stopped moving the thick rope. “If you're not going to be grateful, maybe I won't free you at all," he mumbled, the musing shocking you.

          “Well, maybe I'll just call to Mirio for help then,” you huffed. 

           “No, you will not,” he snapped, hands back on your hips. “I don't want anyone else seeing you like this,” he breathed, pressing his hips against yours. Oh. You felt the blush spread across your cheeks.

          “Possessive today, huh, Tamaki,” you chided.

           “Horny, and it’s your fault,” he breathed, emotionlessly. You could practically feel his gaze burning into you as he flipped up your skirt and squeezed your ass. You said nothing. Was he seriously going to try and get you riled up on the training floor? Did he have the guts? Yeah, this place was reserved just for the third years, but anyone could still come in at any time! It was a large training gym, full of obstacles, rock formations, chasms; anything and everything a hero needed to be prepared for that might obscure the view- but still!

         He pushed himself against you again. If he was willing to do this, he must have been extremely needy. “So easy when I can't see your face…” he exhaled in relief.

        “Tamaki!” you squeaked in protest as his fingers hooked your panties to the side, but did nothing further to stop him. If anything, you were the one splaying your legs further apart for him, feeling the stretch in your calves.

       His tongue was quick to glide up your slit, and slow to move.

       “Tamaki…” The second time you called his name, it was more of giving into your situation, little more than a whimper.

        “Shhh. Don't want Mirio to hear, love.” He pressed his tongue gently into you a few times, swirling it around, coating your hole in saliva, as if ready to push himself in for a quickie. You clenched your arms at your side powerlessly, face utterly red by the way your boyfriend had decided to take advantage of you! However, any rational thought of anger was quickly overtaken when he made his way down to suck against your clit, flipping over on his back to have the best access, and you couldn't help but bring your hips against his. He let out what must have been a satisfied chuckle, but it turned into nothing but a vibrating puff against you.

       He turned back to your pussy, shoving his tongue in once more, fully extending it and pushing it in, fingers gripping into your thighs. He rubbed a thumb against your clit like you had shown him how to do, to make it feel better, and felt his fingers stretching unnaturally around your legs, pulling you in closer than should be possible, his hands covering more surface than they weren't.

      “N-not the tentacles, Tama!” you cried. Now that would be even crazier if you were caught! It would go from a rumor to the whole school talking about it!

       “You know I like them…” was the only reply you got before he pressed his tongue back into your hole, the tip of one of them flicking your clit in a way that had your legs tensing up every time you felt it.

        His tongue thickened and elongated, another tentacle, but you couldn't find it in yourself to complain when it was paired with the motion against your clit. You had to admit, it felt good, even if his quirk did let him get freaky.

       “Nngh!” you moaned as it grew thicker and thicker, double, triple, quadruple the normal side of his tongue. When the base stretched you out, it was almost too much, but not quite.

       He slowly retracted his tongue with a sinful squelch, licking up the fluids before unzipping his pants, no doubt pumping his cock for a moment while he looked down at you, brushing the skirt to the side and staring at your ass. “God…”

       He teased the tip around your hole, and you were now wet to the point where it nearly would have gone in if he had applied the smallest bit of pressure. He sighed as he removed the suction cups with a few pops away from your clit, allowing his dick to thrust up against it a few times.

       You heard the familiar snapping sound of rubber as he withdrew.

        “You are so dirty! You just have that in your pocket?!” 

        “Shut up…” he sighed. “We’re both adults. You know you want it too.” You stayed silent.

        “J-just a quickie then… don't want anyone to see,” he said, his anxiety bleeding through.

        “Okay…” you relented, feeling the now slimy head of his dick against your hole. The tentacles rocked your hips backward onto his own, slowly pressing you down onto him. He couldn't disguise the moan that crept past his lips, of the way he suddenly turned to goop the second he was inside you, full body trembling, leaning his head back in bliss of having his girlfriend’s pussy finally wrapped around his cock after teasing him with the short skirt.

          “How's it going over there, guys?” Lemillion shouted from across the gym.

           Tamaki suddenly stilled, snapping to attention, as if he had fully realized the situation he had put you both in until just then.

            “Don't come over,” he yelled back.

             “Huh? Why?” The voice was closer now, curious and confused.

              “Uhhhh, girl… stuff?” Tamaki replied, nearly spluttering and blowing your cover as you pressed up against him again, fully sheathing him inside you.

             “Well… ok! Let me know if you need any, uh, help!” he gulped, ever the volunteer to aid.

              “Close call…” Tamaki said to you, who still had your underwear around your ankles, his dick 6 inches inside you.

                “Soooo uh, f-five more minutes?” he stuttered, praying you'd agree to indulge his fantasy.

[cr0wcaller]

⚡ SASUKE UCHIHA | SMAU | assorted boyfriend texts

content: modern au, sasuke x gn!reader boyfriend texts

a/n: idk. more modern!au stuff from my notebooks, enjoy!!

[kamuifade]

Hi idk if you watched the chibi version of naruto (rock lee and his ninja pals is the name), this one episode it says sasuke is a closet pervert and i’d like for you to write one w him where he’s a pervert but reader doesn’t know?

I haven’t seen it but the concept of pervert Sasuke is so peak

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The apartment hummed with the low, constant symphony of the city at night—distant car horns, the faint whoosh of traffic far below, and the steady tick of the wall clock in the hallway. The air carried the crisp chill of the air-conditioning mixed with the lingering humidity from your shower, steam still faintly curling from the bathroom door you’d left cracked open. You stepped into the kitchen on bare feet, the cool, smooth tile sending a pleasant shiver racing up your calves and thighs. Droplets of water from your damp hair traced icy little paths down the nape of your neck, slipping beneath the collar of Sasuke’s oversized black t-shirt that you always stole. The worn cotton clung softly to your still-warm skin, the fabric slightly rough against your nipples, which had pebbled from the temperature shift.

The shirt smelled like him—clean laundry detergent, a sharp trace of his sandalwood cologne, and something deeper, almost musky, that made you unconsciously inhale deeper every time you wore it. Your soft cotton shorts whispered against your thighs with each step, the hem riding up just enough to expose the sensitive underside of your ass to the cool air.

Sasuke remained motionless in the shadowed doorway, the glass of water in his hand forgotten. The faint glow from the fridge light spilled across your body as you opened it, highlighting the dewy sheen on your collarbones, the gentle curve of your breasts pressing against the thin material, and the way the fabric draped over the dip of your waist before flaring at your hips. He could smell you from across the small space: the sweet vanilla of your body lotion, the clean floral notes of your shampoo, and underneath it all, that warm, intimate scent that was purely you—soft skin, faint soap, and something faintly sweet and feminine that made his mouth water and his cock twitch hard against the confines of his gray sweatpants.

Fuck. Look at you.

His pulse thundered in his ears, a heavy, insistent drumbeat that drowned out the city noise. He imagined dropping the glass, crossing the distance in two strides, and pressing you face-first against the cool stainless steel of the fridge door. The contrast of the chilled metal on your heated skin while he yanked those tiny shorts down, spread your legs, and dragged the thick head of his leaking cock through your folds until you were slick and trembling. He could practically taste the salt of your neck if he buried his face there, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark while he filled you in one slow, relentless push.

You turned toward him, completely unaware, and smiled that sleepy, trusting smile. “Hey, you’re still up?” Your voice was low and husky, still laced with shower steam, the words brushing warm against the quiet air. A single droplet fell from the ends of your hair onto the neckline of the shirt, soaking through and making the fabric cling even more transparently to the peak of one breast.

Sasuke forced his expression into bored neutrality, though his throat felt tight and dry. “Couldn’t sleep.” Because I’ve spent the last hour stroking myself raw to thoughts of ruining you. His voice came out flat, almost clipped, but his dark eyes tracked every movement as you stretched up on your toes to reach the top shelf for the water pitcher. The motion lifted the hem of his t-shirt high, revealing the smooth expanse of your lower back, the soft dimples above your ass, and the way your shorts hugged the full, plush curve of your cheeks. For one agonizing second, he glimpsed the shadowed valley between your thighs, the faint outline of warmth and softness he craved to bury his tongue in.

The pitcher clinked softly against the shelf. The cool water glugged into your glass, the sound crisp and wet. You leaned against the counter as you drank, the edge pressing lightly into your hip, and Sasuke’s gaze lingered on the way your throat worked with each swallow, imagining those same motions around his cock.

He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, the fabric of his own shirt pulling taut across his shoulders, trying to hide the obvious bulge straining against his sweatpants. The ache was deep and throbbing now, a heavy pulse that made his balls feel tight and his tip smear precum against the inside of his clothes. You have no idea how many times I’ve come into that shirt you’re wearing right now. How I’ve pressed it to my face and fucked my fist after you wore it while picturing you dripping down my cock, whimpering my name, your scent all over me.

You finished your water and brushed past him on the way back to your room. Your bare arm grazed his, warm and silky-soft from the lotion, sending a jolt straight through him. The brief contact carried your heat and scent like a drug—vanilla, clean skin, faint shampoo—and it nearly snapped his control. His fingers flexed at his sides, itching to grab your waist, pull you back against his chest so you could feel exactly how hard you made him, to grind slowly against the softness of your ass while he whispered every depraved thing he wanted to do to you.

Instead, he stayed rooted, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The soft pad of your footsteps faded down the hall, followed by the quiet click of your door shutting. Only then did Sasuke exhale shakily, the sound rough in the sudden silence. He palmed himself once, roughly, through his pants, feeling the damp spot where he’d leaked. The apartment smelled like you now, lingering in the air like a taunt.

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The apartment had fallen into a heavy, late-night hush, broken only by the distant murmur of the city far below and the occasional soft creak of the building’s old bones. Sasuke lay rigid on his back in the pitch-black of his room, the black cotton sheets tangled around his legs, cool and slightly rough against his overheated, bare skin. The faint draft from the AC vent brushed over his chest like cool fingers, doing nothing to ease the persistent heat pooling low in his gut. His heart thudded heavily in his ears, a steady, insistent rhythm that refused to let him drift off—especially not after the kitchen encounter, when every glimpse of your body in his stolen shirt had seared itself into his brain.

Then the sounds began filtering through the thin wall.

At first, it was just a soft sigh—low and breathy, almost involuntary. The subtle rustle of sheets as you shifted on your mattress, the faint creak of bed springs. Sasuke’s eyes snapped open, staring unseeing at the ceiling, every nerve suddenly alight. He knew those sounds intimately by now. His breathing slowed, shallow and controlled, as he strained to listen. The quiet, slick glide of your fingers between your thighs reached him next—wet, rhythmic, obscene in the silence. A tiny whimper escaped you, muffled but clear enough to make his cock jump to full, aching hardness beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

Shit… you’re really doing this right now.

He shoved the waistband down roughly, freeing his thick length. The air in the room felt cooler against his flushed, sensitive skin, and he hissed softly at the contrast as he wrapped his calloused hand around the hot, velvety shaft. Precum had already beaded at the tip, slick and warm, and the first slow stroke spread it down his length with a lewd, wet sound that made his balls draw up tight. The grip was firm, almost punishing—nothing like the soft heat he imagined between your legs.

Your moans grew a fraction louder, a needy little “mmh—” that vibrated through the wall and straight into his veins. He could picture it perfectly: you sprawled on your back in nothing but that oversized t-shirt, the hem bunched up around your waist, legs parted wide. Your fingers—two, maybe three—sliding in and out of your soaked cunt with increasing urgency, the obscene squelch of your arousal filling your room just as it filled his imagination. The faint scent of your vanilla lotion still lingered on his arm from earlier, mixing in his mind with the musky, sweet aroma he knew your pussy would have right now—warm, feminine, addictive.

Sasuke stroked faster, matching the wet rhythm bleeding through the wall. His palm grew slippery with more precum, the friction hot and gliding, veins pulsing under his tightening fingers. Sweat prickled along his spine and across his forehead, the salty tang of it faint on his lips when he licked them. His free hand fisted the sheets, the fabric bunching and pulling taut as his hips bucked up involuntarily into his fist. Every gasp and whimper from you sent another throb through him, his cock leaking steadily now, the head slick and hypersensitive as his thumb swiped over it on every upstroke.

The air in his room thickened with the heavy, musky scent of his own arousal—salty, masculine, slightly bitter. He turned his face into the pillow, inhaling deeply, imagining it was the crook of your neck or the damp skin of your inner thighs. You sound so fucking good when you’re like this. I’d bury my tongue in you, lick up every drop until you’re grinding on my face and crying my name.

Your pace quickened. The bed creaked more insistently, your breathing turning into ragged, panting gasps punctuated by soft, broken moans that grew higher in pitch. A particularly needy whine carried through—wet sounds intensifying, your fingers plunging faster—and Sasuke’s grip tightened almost painfully, twisting at the head on every stroke. His thighs trembled, muscles coiled tight, the heavy drag of his balls against his skin adding another layer of sensation. Heat built at the base of his spine, coiling viciously.

When you came, it was with a trembling, muffled cry that punched straight through the wall—raw, shuddering, your voice cracking beautifully on the tail end. The aftershocks followed: soft, breathy whimpers and the faint, slowing slick of your fingers easing you down.

Sasuke followed with a choked groan that he barely managed to muffle against his pillow. Pleasure crashed over him in hot, pulsing waves, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist and onto his tense abdomen in messy, sticky spurts. The warmth of it contrasted sharply with the cool air, dripping down his sides as he kept stroking through the orgasm, prolonging the intense, toe-curling release. His cock twitched hard in his hand, every spurt accompanied by a low, guttural sound he couldn’t quite suppress, his entire body shuddering with the force of it.

The room fell quiet again, save for the ragged sounds of both your breathing syncing faintly through the wall. Sasuke lay there, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat and cum, the heavy scent of sex hanging thick in the air around him. His hand was a sticky mess, fingers still loosely wrapped around his softening cock as residual pulses twitched through him. He didn’t move to clean up immediately—just stared at the wall separating you, dark eyes burning with unspoken hunger, listening to the faint rustle as you settled into post-orgasm bliss.

You had no idea he was lying there, covered in his own release, already half-hard again at the thought of what it would feel like to be the one pulling those sounds from you directly.

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The apartment was silent once more, but Sasuke’s mind was anything but.

He lay there in the dark, chest still rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths, his spent cock softening slowly in his sticky hand. Cum cooled in thick streaks across his abdomen, some of it trickling down his side onto the sheets in a warm, tacky mess that made his skin feel both filthy and satisfied. The heavy, musky scent of his release hung thick in the air—salty, bitter, masculine—mixing with the faint remnants of your vanilla lotion that still clung to his arm from that brief graze in the kitchen. He could taste the salt of his own sweat on his lips, and his thighs burned faintly from the tension of bucking into his fist.

Fuck… you’re going to be the death of me.

The thought looped in his head like a curse, dark and obsessive. All this time living under the same roof, acting like the perfect, distant roommate. Polite nods in the morning. Fixing our shitty Wi-Fi router without a word. And here you are, one thin wall away, finger-fucking yourself like you don’t know what you do to me.

His mind supplied the visuals in relentless, high-definition detail: you on your back, legs spread wide, that oversized black t-shirt of his rucked up to expose your tits and the soft curve of your stomach. Your fingers—slick, shiny with your arousal—plunging in and out of that tight, pretty cunt he’d fantasized about for months. The way your clit would be swollen and sensitive under your thumb, your hips rolling desperately as you chased that edge. Those breathy, needy whimpers that had pushed him over… they replayed on loop, each one sending another lazy twitch through his cock even now.

You sounded so fucking desperate. So close to breaking. I wonder if you were thinking about anyone specific… or if I could make you forget your own name if I crossed that hall right now.

A dark, possessive heat coiled low in his gut at the idea. He imagined kicking your door open, the wood banging against the wall. You’d startle, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, fingers still buried inside yourself. He’d stalk over, grab your wrist, and replace your hand with his mouth—tongue dragging slow and filthy through your folds, tasting that sweet, musky slick he knew would be dripping down your thighs. He’d suck on your clit until your legs shook around his head and your cum dripped down his chin, then flip you over and sink into you in one brutal thrust, stretching you open around his cock while he growled in your ear.

Mine. You’d be fucking mine. No more hiding behind innocent little smiles. No more stealing my shirts like it’s nothing. I’d ruin you for anyone else—fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days, mark that pretty neck so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.

Sasuke’s hand drifted back down almost unconsciously, fingers smearing through the mess on his stomach as he gave his sensitive cock a slow, lazy stroke. The overstimulation made him hiss through his teeth, a sharp sting that only fed the hunger. You have no idea how many times I’ve done this. How many nights I’ve listened to you through this wall and come harder than I ever have with anyone else. How I’ve jerked off into your stolen panties when you leave them in the hamper. How I’ve stared at the curve of your ass in those tiny shorts while you cook and imagined bending you over the counter until you scream.

Frustration bled into the lust, sharp and bitter. He was Sasuke Uchiha—controlled, composed, untouchable. Yet here he was, reduced to this: a pathetic, leaking mess in his own bed because his oblivious roommate touched herself like a needy little slut just on the other side of the drywall. Part of him hated how weak you made him. The other, darker part reveled in it. Craved pushing it further. Craved the moment you finally looked at him and saw the monster he kept chained behind bored stares and clipped words.

One day I won’t stop at listening. One day I’ll make you say my name while I’m buried so deep inside you that you feel me in your throat. I’ll watch those pretty eyes roll back when I imprint every filthy fantasy I’ve had into your body.

He exhaled shakily, wiping his hand on the sheets before rolling onto his side to face the wall. The faint, post-orgasm rustle from your room reached him—sheets shifting, a soft sigh as you settled. It made something dangerously tender twist in his chest alongside the raw want.

Sleep well, idiot. You have no idea how close I am to breaking.