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[lumiambrose]

first person in my inbox gets to decide my 1k special fic.

(any hoyo game or fandom i've written before, be creative just follow my guidelines lol)

[lumiambrose]

smut, minors do not interact !

executive!kuroo x intern!reader

“Well, you took your time,” Kuroo greets as you close the door to his office, secluding the two of you from the rest of the building. Though, it’s not like there’s anyone around anyways. Who else would spend their precious evening at their 9-5 corporate job?

Well, except for you. You gotta make a good impression on your first internship, right? Which is exactly why you’re putting in those extra hours with a company executive.

“Sorry, I had a report to finish up. Hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long,” you say, scurrying into the room setting your belongings down on the floor before finally landing in front of Kuroo.

He’s at his desk, as usual, finally taking a glance up from his paperwork. A slight smirk traces his lips as he takes in the sight in front of him. You chose to wear quite the tight dress today, and fuck, Kuroo can’t take his eyes off you. His gaze lingering on the way the fabric of your dress hugs your curves. He leans back in his fancy office chair, the rich material of his dress pants straining over his muscular thighs as he crosses one leg over the other.

"How was your day?" Kuroo asks in a low rumble. He’s trying to make casual conversation, anything to stop him from caving in too early. The truth is, he’s been looking forward to this all day, plotting on how to ravage you tonight instead of paying attention to the plethora of meetings he has to attend.

You go through the usual small talk. Office gossip to your meetings and particularly annoying colleagues, which Kuroos silently notes down for future reference. But alas, the office fell silent once more as your small talk came to an end, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning unit and the distant sounds of the city outside. You’re alone, just the two of you; the rest of the office long since emptied of its other employees.

Kuroo gets up from his chair, making his way around the desk to be next to you. One of his large palms traces your shoulders before offering a hand up.

He pulls you to your feet, your body pressing against his as you stand, the skirt of your dress rising up slightly in the process, exposing your thigh. Which is exactly where his other hand lands, palming the soft flesh below your ass before slowly sneaking his way under your dress.

You let out a soft gasp as his hand reaches areas it normally shouldn’t, still not accustomed to your ‘work relationship’ with the executive. But at the same time, butterflies race through your chest, the same excitement filling you up as all the previous times, letting him toy with your body.

With his hand on the small of your back, his fingers splaying possessively over the dip of your waist as he guides you backwards. Your heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor of Kuroo's office as he leads you towards the large, mahogany desk that dominated the space.

“Such a good girl, always so eager, aren’t you?” Kuroo murmurs, his deep voice a low, approving rumble. “So keen to make a good impression.” His other hand coming up to cup the reader's face, his thumb brushing lightly over your plump bottom lip. “And such a pretty little mouth you have, so perfect for wrapping around my cock.”

Your breath hitches at the crude words, a flush of heat washing over your skin. You could feel the heat of Kuroo's body, the power and strength that radiated from him, and it only excited you more. You know exactly what that damned tongue and large hands are capable of, and you’re already aching for his touch.

“Shh, patience, my dear,” Kuroo whispers, leaning in close to nuzzle at the sensitive skin just below your ear. “I'm going to take my time with you tonight, going to explore every inch of this sexy little body of yours.” His lips brush against your racing pulse point, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "I want you desperate and needy, begging for my cock like the good little slut you are," He growls into your ear. "You’re going to whisper my name like a prayer until I fuck you dumb, understood?”

You can only let out a strained mhmm in response, feeling his aching length prominently brushing against your mound.

"Can you feel how much I want you, baby? How hard you’re making me?" Kuroo's other hand tangles itself in your locks, gripping them tightly as he crashes his lips against your own in a bruising, demanding kiss. His tongue invading your mouth, dominating, conquering, staking his claim on every inch of your lips. You moan into the kiss, fingers scrabbling at Kuroo's dress shirt, clutching at the fabric as you melt against him.

Picking you up with ease, he sits you upon the desk, disregarding any paperwork that may have once lived on the mahogany furniture.

His kisses shy away from your lips, heading south. Starting at your collarbone and making their way down your chest before ultimately stopping at your stomach. The kisses themselves are wet, sloppy, and almost desperate, as if he needed this more than you ever imagined.

Riling up the remainder of your dress, he takes in the sight before him. It’s quite lewd, honestly; his sexy little intern, all flushed out and ready to get fucked on the very same desk he approved her hire.

Without a warning, he tears the mesh fabric adorning your crotch, not wasting any time undressing you.

“Those were expensive, you know. How the hell am I—”

“Enough. I’ll compensate.” Not wasting any time on small talk as he unbuckles his belt, along with his dress pants. The sharp clang of the belt hitting the floor echoes in the room as he finally frees his cock.

It’s always the same every time you see it, yet you’re always taken aback. Thick and swollen, worrying about how it will fit inside of you like it hasn’t already countless times.

One muscular arm cages you in as the other aligns his tip with your soaking entrance, pushing lightly against it a few times before sheathing the tip, earning a needy whimper from you.

“Please… Kuroo. The whole thing.” You plead, giving him your best attempt at doe eyes.

And he complies.

He’s dumbfounded by how sexy you look beneath him. How perfect your slutty little body was made for him. You’re warm and tight; honestly, he could stay like this forever.

“Fuck, doll, you’re squeezing me tight. You trying to milk me dry already?” The teasing remark leaves his lips, but he internally tries to get a grip. Not knowing any better, he could probably bust a load like this already.

It starts slow, painfully slow. As if he’s trying to memorise your insides. Taking his sweet time relishing in your warmth. Sweet whimpers and moans leave your lips every time he’s fully seathed. Your arms find themselves on his shoulders whilst his free hand holds you close to him, giving him deeper access to your sopping cunt.

After not long, his thrusts finally speed up. A faster rhythm as he snaps his hips into you.

Kuroo groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as the feeling of your scorching heat overwhelms him. "Fuck, doll, you’re so damn tight," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Like this perfect little pussy was made just for my cock."

Your moans grow louder and more desperate with each passing second, echoing off the walls of Kuroo's office as he steadies into the faster pace.

"Yes, just like that," you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer. "Harder, Kuroo. Fuck me harder."

He airily chuckles in response, the sound vibrating through your chest. "As you wish, my eager little slut," and fuck, does he comply.

The desk creaks and shakes beneath you as Kuroo pounds into you with wild abandon, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. At this point, you’re so fucked-out that you wouldn’t even notice if anyone were to enter. Not that they would, especially after hearing the obscene noises coming from the room.

"Oh fuck, yes!" you scream, your nails digging into the fancy fabric of his shirt. Your pussy clenches and spasms around Kuroo's pistoning cock, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

Kuroo's hand slides down your body, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing the swollen nub in tight circles. "That's it, baby," he urges, his voice a low, approving growl. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you cum all over me."

Your body tenses, your back arching off the desk as your orgasm crashes over you like a heavy tidal wave. "Kuroo!" you scream, your pussy gushing and flooding around his still-thrusting cock, now coating itself in your juices.

But Kuroo’s not done yet.

He eventually slows down before pulling out, giving you a second to come down from your high before turning you around, bending you over the desk.

“Hold still doll. Won’t take too long.” It’s fast. He’s fast. He enters you once again, this time in one swift thrust, followed by a mean pace for you to handle. You’re still way too overstimulated to handle this new speed. Drool piling onto the surface of the desk as you moan with every single movement. At this point the whole office could probably hear you.

“Ah, what a shameless girl.” He teases, your overstimulated state only urging him closer. “You want the whole office to know who’s filling you up, huh?”

You can’t even reply at this point. Only lewd moans mixed in with strained calls of his name and approval can come out. Feeling your heat slowly coil up again.

"That's my good little slut," Kuroo praises, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls you back onto his cock, while the other tangles in your hair, wrenching your head back. "Taking my cock so well, like you were made for it. Such a perfect little fuck toy.”

Your pussy clenches and spasms around him, the overstimulation pushing you towards another devastating orgasm. "Kuroo!" you wail, your voice hoarse and raw from screaming his name. "I...I can't...it's too much..."

"Shhh, you can take it," Kuroo growls, his hips never faltering in their ruthless rhythm. "You're going to cum on my cock again like a good girl, and then I'm going to fill this greedy cunt."

You can feel your heat building; you’re so fucking close. Fluttering uncontrollably around him. The desk continues to creek beneath you, threatening to collapse under the force of Kuroo's thrusts. You're vaguely aware of the obscene squelching sounds your overstimulated pussy makes as it struggles to accommodate Kuroo's girth, the lewd noises mixing with your wanton moans.

Suddenly, Kuroo hilts inside you, stilling, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he unloads spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into you. "Fuck, just like that. Take all of it." Kuroo snarls, his grip on your hair tightening painfully as he grinds his pelvis against your ass, ensuring every last drop of his seed is pumped into your hungry womb.

Though his words fall flat to your ears as you wail brokenly, your own orgasm crashing over you. Milking Kuroo's cock for every drop of his own cum. Your vision goes white, your mind blanking, shaking beneath the large man's touch. Aching pleasure crashing over you once again.

It’s hard to remember the next few minutes after that. Your mind a haze as you hold Kuroo tight, still unsure of your consciousness.

Finally coming to, Kuroo sits you down on his chair as he collects his fallen garments.

“I’ll give you some time to freshen up.” He starts, putting his pants back on. “Ignore the mess. Same time tomorrow, understood?”

help i forgot how to write

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i miss my writing peak

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smut, minors do not interact ! under the desk support with kenma (Or your fav xx)

“Shht”

That's the only warning you got, considering you know damn well the consequences are grave.

Why must you be quiet? Simple. Your slutty mouth is so loud as you take your boyfriend's cock down your throat, all while he's in the middle of his very important business meeting. Yet despite its importance, he still insisted on having you with him, hidden away from the webcam as you kneel under the desk.

He looks so serious, dressed in a black button-up with his hair tied back; you would never be able to guess that his pretty little pet is keeping him company from below, and it only fuels you more.

As much as you don't want him getting caught, you can't help but want to push the limits. Seeing just how much you can get out of him. Taking him inch by inch until he's completely sheathed in your throat, saliva bubbling at the edge of your mouth as you struggle to hide the lewd sounds you're making, all while your pretty fingers are toying with your heat. You'd be lying if you said this entire situation didn't turn you on.

After diligently sucking on him for a while, you can hear the meeting slowly come to a close. In a final attempt to rile your man up, one of the hands that were toying with your clit slithers their way up to massage his balls whilst you lap your tongue over his leaky slit. Much to your satisfaction, a strained groan left his lips just before hanging up. And despite the chuckle that vibrated through your throat, he didn't seem to find the gesture as joyful as you did.

“Stand up.” Short, blunt and slightly scary. You obey, finding your way out from your little spot until you're face to face with him, a shit-eating grin very evident on your face. In contrast to his, not so pleased expression.

Without wasting any time, he spins you around, leaving you bent over his desk before landing a few slaps to your ass.

“Naughty girl,” He whispers. His cock rubbing against the flesh of your ass as precum spills on your skin.

“Fuck, Kitten, we really need to work on your patience…”

Not gonna lie I wrote this with Kenma in mind but it's so generalised that it could be anyone. Maybe I'll add a part 2 to do him justice :p

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smut, minors do not interact ! filming with sae

The first time Sae filmed the two of you was just before a big away game. It’s not like Sae ever had anything against filming the two of you; he just never really thought about it. Though, as he entered your bedroom the night before his flight only to see you resting on the silky sheets of the bed with two fingers up your cunt and phone propped against the dresser, he instantly knew what you were getting at.

“Is this for me?” his brow raised as he takes in your vulnerable form, your legs instantly slamming shut at his words as a faint blush creeps up your face. You can’t even face him. After all, it’s not like he’s wrong, so you opt to shyly nod, avoiding eye contact with your partner who’s every so slowly inching closer to you.

His fingers trail your inner thigh as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. “How adorable,” he says, ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers. “How about you try a different position, amor?” He pats his thighs, gesturing you to come sit, and you do. You settle yourself on top of him, aligning his already standing cock with your entrance before lowering your body down on him, all of this captured front and centre on your phone. A groan escapes Sae as you finally seath him inside of you, his hands finding the soft flesh of your ass in the meantime, groping and teasing the skin.

It carries on as such for a while, your needy cunt squirming on Sae’s lap as he toys with your body. Kneading your lower half or trailing kisses as he has his way with you. Short affirmations leaving his lips every once in a while.

“Just like that, angel.” He’ll whisper in your ear.

Or “You’re doing so well for me,” Anything that he knows will get you going so your sweet noises will be caught on camera.

It’s not until you finally come all over his cock and thighs that he touches the camera. After making yourself comfortable back on the softness of your mattress, he picks your phone up, still recording, and makes his way to the empty spot between your legs.

“As sweet as you sound, my dear, this is far from enough to keep me company while you’re gone.”

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Epic ahh comeback, inspired by a request x

Sex with Nagi typically never strays from the usual sleepy, messy lovemaking where you land yourself on top. Taking the lead as you whimper on his shaft, grinding the hard length.

But every now and then you find that the roles are reversed, such as today.

You can't tell why, but from the moment your boyfriend came home from practice, something clicked. Not even bothering to close the door, he pounced on you, attacking your lips with strong yet messy kisses. Slowly trailing down your face till he reached your neck, leaving tiny love marks adorning all over your fragile skin.

"Mmmh, angel," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your body as he lifted you into his arms with ease. "Miss this so much; missed your pretty face."

Leading you to your bedroom, he placed you on the soft mattress before finding his spot on top of you. Once again attacking you with sloppy kisses trailing from your face to your chest whilst his fingers worked themselves at the hem of your shorts. Teasing the sensitive nerves with his long fingers the moment he rid your garments.

"So wet f'me," you hear him chuckle before plunging a finger inside. You moan in response, his lazy eyes meeting yours as he plunges yet another finger inside.

Just because Nagi is normally on the bottom doesn't mean he can't make you feel good. He's mapped your body to a T, having learnt which spots leave you breathless and which leave you whimpering for more, so it's not long until you find yourself clamping down on his slender fingers.

He pulls out, licking the slick that now coats his fingers. "Look at you, angel. You took me so well." Though, before you could move, whether you want to wash up or simply nap, his hands find your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"Not now, dear. I'm not done yet."

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[lumiambrose]

hi!! could i request a reo (or rin, whoever u feel better writing) fic where reader & reo are kinda like fwb but reader has feelings for him but doesn’t think he reciprocates the feelings and then after a match he gets like really angry bc he lost and he yells at reader and reader ends up calming him down and then they do the boombayah and halfway through he ends up confessing he loves reader (this is kind of an elaborate request sorry..)

here you go! i actually enjoyed writing this one. writing porn with plot is tougher than without hahah

[lumiambrose]

~ ✰ UNSPOKEN ACCIDENTS ⋆｡°✩

featuring: reo x gn!reader (should pass as gn!, sorry in advance if it's not!)

summary: after months of unspoken feelings and an extremely tough match, he finally lets his deepest emotions slip...

request for nonnie xx

wc: 1.1k

tags: smut, little bit angsty i guess, friends with benefits, cumming inside, fluffy ending too i guess :)

Your fingers trace absentminded circles on Reo’s bare chest, his skin still damp from sweat, the air thick with his scent. The bed beneath you feels warmer than usual, but maybe that’s just him. Or maybe it’s you, pretending this means more than it does.

Reo is silently staring at the ceiling, his jaw clenched tight. You know this isn’t about you—not entirely. His team lost today—he lost today. A stupid mistake in the last five minutes cost him the game, and Reo Mikage does not take losing lightly.

Still, you hope… well, you’re not sure what you hope for. Maybe some sign that you’re more than a stress reliever, that you’re not just a warm body for him to sink into at a whim. But expecting anything is unfair of you. I mean, it goes without saying: no feelings, no expectations, just pleasure and the occasional bite of comfort when the world outside becomes too loud.

“Reo…” you start hesitantly, your fingers pausing over his heartbeat. He tenses under your touch, eyes snapping to yours. You’re not quite sure what’s going through his mind right now, but either way, you’re not sure whether you want to know.

“What?” his voice is sharper than anticipated, irritation bleeding through.

You bite your lip. “I just… you played well today.”

A bitter laugh escapes him. “Yeah, clearly. That’s why we lost, right?”

You sit up, pulling the sheet around yourself. “You’re being too hard on yourself.”

His jaw ticks. “You don’t get it.”

“I do, actually.”

“No, you don’t.” His voice rises. The frustration clear in his tone as he sits up abruptly, raking a hand through his hair. “You don’t understand how much this fucking means to me. How much I—” He exhales harshly, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, but your heart twists nonetheless at the rawness in his voice. “Reo, I—”

“I don’t need your pity,” he snaps.

That hurts. More than it should. You clench your fists, doing your absolute best to ignore the feelings surging up your body. “I’m not pitying you.”

He scoffs, running both hands through his hair. He looks wrecked—tired, angry, vulnerable in a way he probably hates. But you don’t judge him. You don’t think you even can. Knowing the weight of expectations he carries, the way he punishes himself for not being perfect.

So you do the only thing that crosses your mind. You reach for him.

At first, he resists, but when you pull him closer, his body sags against yours. His head resting against your shoulder, and his breath is warm against your skin, uneven.

“I hate losing,” he mutters, voice muffled.

“I know.” You run your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. While it does take a while, you finally notice the tension in his body begins to melt.

And then, as if seeking something else—something more, his lips find yours.

It starts slow, but you both know where this is heading. His hands find your waist, your nails dig into his shoulders, and the weight of every unspoken thought between the both of you comes crashing down.

His kisses are tired and sloppy, a reflection of his current state, but the way he holds you makes you feel like you’re the only thing that matters right now. The way his palms roam from your waist to rubbing the small of your back and eventually making their way to the globes of your ass, you almost feel special.

It’s not long until he’s removing his boxers, freeing his cock before taking your lips to his once again. Placing you on top of him, his hands continue to roam once again, and once you can’t take it anymore, you take your own initiative. Aligning your heat with his cock before slowly sinking down on him, a breathy moan escaping your lips, only to be muffled by Reo.

You start slow—painfully slow. Adjusting yourself to his size as you slowly shift back and forth on his lap. Reo reciprocates, grinding up into your aching core. It’s slow but surprisingly sensual, extremely sensual.

His lips are latched to your neck, planting wet kisses and marks throughout your skin as he holds onto the soft flesh on your ass. If you didn’t know any better, you’d actually believe he wanted you. Though that’s not relevant, not while your body aches in pleasure as every thrust sends jolts through your body.

Reo can feel it too. He guides your movements, helping you bounce on his lap as he thrusts up to meet you, slowly increasing in pace. The room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your mingled moans and grunts. And before you know it, you’re reaching that all-familiar high. The high only Reo can give you.

“Reo,” your voice strained. “I’m so close.” Your words come out slurred between a mix on moans and gasps, but he understands. He lifts you up slightly, allowing him a better angle as he continues to thrust inside of you, chasing both of your releases.

“Yeah? Go on, make a mess for me.” Even his own voice is strained, but that doesn’t change a thing as you find yourself trembling on top of him. Your high crashing over you as you moan out his name.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he’s getting desperate too. “Gonna fill you up, ok?” Though he doesn’t give you time to reply as he reaches his own high. Hot seed spraying your insides as he finally slows down his movements, gently grinding his cum inside you as the two of you pant against each other's skin.

The air is thick—too thick, almost as if something is up. Maybe you’re just delusional, actually believing the impossible will happen. But as you rest against Reo’s chest, you hear the strangest words.

“I love you.”

Your body stills, your heart stopping mid-beat.

His eyes are wide, as if he himself can’t believe what he just said. But there’s no taking it back. His hands tighten around you, grounding you in this moment.

“You…” Your throat feels tight. “You love me?”

You look up, finally facing him as you try to comprehend his words. You’re not imagining things, are you?

“I do.” Short and simple, but everything you wanted to hear. The months of what you considered one-sided yearning, all to be reciprocated, and it feels like a massive weight has just been lifted off your chest.

The grin that spreads across your face is impossible to hide, even when you try and turn away; he pulls you back to him, reciprocating with a smile of his own.

And then, as if afraid you’ll slip through his fingers, he kisses you again—like he just won his greatest victory.

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~ ✰ SECRET SERENITY ✧˖°

featuring: phainon x fem!reader

summary: phainon sneaks you into the heroes bath ;)

wc: 1.5k

tags: smut, porn without plot, semi public, risk of getting caught, praise

Warm, steamy air envelops you as you finally arrive at the heroes bath: A sanctuary fit only for the best of amphoreous. The opulent bathhouse where the chosen heroes wash away their fatigue and immerse their senses in the golden blood, touching the fire of the future in their dreams.

You shouldn’t be here; civilians aren’t allowed to enter the upper bathhouse. Though your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. You’ve been dating Phainon for a while now, and while he’s always been a sucker for rules and morals, you always seem to be an exception.

Which is why you finally caved and followed him up the lift, delving into what should be a myth to you, but Phainon promised he’ll keep you safe, even if it costs him his title.

"I've been longing for this moment, my love," Phainon purrs, his voice dripping with lust. "Let me spoil you, my dear. Nobody can bother us up here," he says as he leads you through the bathhouse, stopping at the large open water at the back.

The risks are massive; all it takes is one person, and both you and Phainon would be in deep trouble. “Phainon, are you sure about this?” You ask softly, your fingers interlaced with his, and you take your first steps into the water. “If we're caught... if you lose your title, your place among the amphoreous..." You trail off, unable to voice the rest.

The hand intertwined with yours moves to cup your cheek instead, whilst the other finds its way to the top of your garments, trailing the soft fabric. “Shh, my goddess. I would walk through fire for you, face the wrath of the gods themselves. A title is nothing compared to the love I hold for you.” His hand slides behind your neck, tilting your face up to his as he leans in close.

“Now, let me worship you as you deserve.”

Phainon's lips claim yours in a searing kiss, his mouth hungry against yours. You melt into his embrace, curves moulding perfectly to his body. Against him, you can feel the evidence of his lust pressing against your belly as he pulls you closer.

His hands roam your body as he slowly slips your garments off, discarding them to the side of the shimmering bath before removing his own and walking you to the centre of the waterbed.

Phainon doesn’t waste any time as he starts his assault on your body, trailing his mouth down to the column of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point before biting down, sucking a dark mark into your flesh.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips as you tilt your head back, giving him better access as you tangle your fingers in his white locks. “Phainon,” you pant, “please, I need you…”

"Patience, my goddess," he rumbles, his voice vibrating through you. "Let me take my time with you. I'm going to explore every inch of your body until I know it better than my own." His hands slide up your sides, roaming your bare skin.

Phainon's touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, his calloused fingers mapping the curves of you with reverent hunger. He can feel you trembling beneath him, your skin flushed and slick with the heat of the water and mixed with your desire. His own body taut with need as he savours every moment.

"Shh, my love," he murmurs against your throat, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to take care of you until the only name on your lips is mine.”

His hands slide around to your back, gripping the globes of your ass as he pulls you flush against him. The heat coming from your core evident against him, promising untold pleasures. Phainon groans as he rocks his hips forwards instinctively, seeking more of you.

"Wrap your legs around me, darling," he commands, his voice a low, lustful growl. "Let me feel you, all of you.”

And you do, your legs making their way around his body, pulling him flush against you. A groan of approval slips past Phainon's lips, his erection now pressed up against your folds, your body trembling in anticipation. He can’t stop himself once his hips start to move on their own, grinding into your heat. Though the friction is not enough to satisfy you.

In a desperate attempt for more, you pull Phainon closer, claiming his lips in a needy kiss as you match his rhythms. His hands leaving your ass to roam your body while his lips swallow up any moans that leave you.

Though it’s not until you roam your hands lower, into the sparkling water, to grab his length, that he pulls away.

“Phainon,” you start, voice breathy and quiet. “Need you inside of me now, please…”

He shushes you before you can continue begging for him. “Go on,” he assures. “Take what you need, my love.”

Aligning his length with your folds, you slowly shift down onto him. Phainon's breath catches in his throat as he feels your tight, wet heat enveloping his length. His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as you sink down further on his thick shaft. Inch by inch, your walls stretch and mould around him, fitting him like a glove.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, love," he grunts, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight and wet for me." He rolls his hips upwards, meeting your downward motion, burying himself deeper inside you.

You let out a low moan, your back arching as you take him in fully. Your nails rake down his chest, leaving faint red lines on his skin. Phainon just groans, the slight pain only spurring him on.

"Ride me, darling," he commands, his hands moving to your ass, gripping it tightly. "Take your pleasure from me." He starts to move his hips in earnest, thrusting up into you with deep, powerful strokes.

You begin to move with him, rising up until just the tip of his cock remains inside you, before shifting back down, taking him to the hilt. Your breasts bounce with each thrust, and Phainon leans forward to catch one in his mouth, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud.

The sensation of his mouth on your breast and his hard length pumping in and out of your dripping pussy is almost too much to bear. Your moans and cries of pleasure fill the room, mingling with Phainon's grunts and groans.

"Fuck, you're so deep," you whimper, your walls clenching around him. "I can feel you in my womb." Your hips start to move faster, rising and falling with increasing urgency.

"That's it, my goddess," Phainon encourages, his hand moving from your ass to your clit. "You’re taking me so well." He starts to rub the sensitive nub in tight circles, his fingers coated in your dripping arousal.

Your moans grow louder, your body tensing as you feel your climax approaching. Your breasts heave with each gasping breath as your body shines in the water.

"Phainon!" you cry out, your voice high and breathless. "I'm... I'm going to..." Your words cut off as your orgasm builds up. Your walls clench and spasm around his throbbing shaft as your climax finally hits you with the force of a tidal wave. He groans deeply as you clench around him, trying to milk him of every last drop of his seed.

"Fuck, darling," he growls, pounding into you with wild abandon as your orgasm peaks, chasing his own. "Come on my cock, my goddess. Drench me with your juices."

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold on for dear life, your body shaking from the sheer intensity. Though Phainon doesn't let up, continuing to drive into you with hard, deep strokes, prolonging your climax.

"Phainon!" you scream, your voice shaky as he continues, chasing his own release. It doesn’t take long until Phainon himself can no longer keep his cool, grunts and low moans slipping out of his mouth, hips stuttering with each thrust until finally, Phainon buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his own release. "Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, dear," he gasps as his hot seed fills you to the brim.

You can feel his cum painting your insides, marking you as his. Your legs tighten around his waist, holding him deep inside you as he fills you with his essence. Nails digging crescent moons into his shoulders as you let him ride out his own peak.

It’s only afterwards that you can finally catch your breath. Both you and Phainon floating in the warm water, which is now mixed with your juices. You rest in quiet. Neither of you wanting to break the silence, finding solace in each other's presence.

Instead of breaking the silence, Phainon shifts his weight so he’s able to carry you in his arms in silence. He slowly carries you out of the open water, bringing you to one of the lavish sofas to catch your breath.

After settling down on the sofa, you find your body losing energy. Phainon, next to you, pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you fall asleep in his arms. As despite whatever scenario you find yourself in, forbidden or not, as long as Phainon is by your side, you feel safe and loved.

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Your boyfriend, fresh out the shower, hair still damp, donned in nothing but a towel around his waist, leaving his pretty body on display for your eyes.

You make your way to him, grabbing the hairdryer and hairbrush on your way. You feel the lingering warmth from his skin as you find your position at his back, giving his hair a playful ruffle before murmuring, “Down.”

He obeys without hesitation, leaning forward just enough to give you a better angle. Pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head before you start, earning a quiet chuckle from him.

You take your time, working with care. The hum of the dryer filling the room as you tend to him. Slowly drying every inch of his hair, making sure every inch is dried and taking care to not burn him, your movements deliberate and tender—a silent expression of affection.

Your finished masterpiece is warm, soft and slightly tousled from your handiwork. You set the dryer to the side and comb your fingers through his hair, smoothing it out. “Perfect.”

He turns towards you, finally able to see you not through a reflection. A slight grin paints his lips. “You spoil me, you know that?” His voice is warm, teasing—conveying his appreciation for you.

“Someone has to,” you reply, matching his tone, tracing a finger along the edge of the towel at his waist, your gaze flickering up to meet his.

His grin widens as he closes the distance, his hands finding their place on your waist. “Your turn to be spoiled, my love.”

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✰ Come and mess me up

featuring: rin itoshi x fem!reader

summary: brat tamer rin for anon xx

wc: 1.5k

tags: smut, p in v, throat fucking/training, use of toys, double penetration, degredation, overstimulation

“Darling, you know I love you, right?” Is quite a common phrase you hear moments before you sleep with your boyfriend, Rin. Not because he’ll be mean to you, more so because he can lose himself in these passionate moments with you.

Today, though, is an exception. Considering you’ve been especially annoying today. All he wanted was a quiet outing with just the two of you, but no. You just couldn’t keep your pretty hands off him, especially when the damn paparazzi was around, leaving them with questionable photos of the young genius.

So the moment the two of you made it back to the safety of your apartment, he pinned you to the sofa, trapping you with nothing but his large hands as he said that very line you’re so used to hearing. Only for him to whisper into your ear afterwards, “Good. Because once I’m done with you, you’ll think I fucking hate you.”

Which is where you find yourself now, face dangling off the bed as Rin uses your mouth as his fuckhole. Cock piercing your lips with each thrust, pushing until he knows he’s hit the back of your throat. You’ve never seen Rin like this before. Sure, he can get a bit chaotic in bed but never straight-up mean. You weren’t complaining, though. You quite liked this side of him.

“Look at you. So pretty beneath me, right where you belong.” Rin's hips snapped forward, cock relentlessly plunging into the warm, welcoming depths of your mouth. He set a brutal pace, one you can barely keep up with. Drool forming at the corners of your stretched lips as he used you, lost in his own twisted pleasure.

His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly as he holds you in place. His breath coming in ragged pants, as the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room. He’s chasing his release, and it’s obvious he’s nearing it with how desperately he’s fucking your lips.

“You gonna take my cum, hmm? Like a good cumslut, right?” You reply with a muffled noise of approval, the only sound able to leave your lips as he doesn’t stop, not even giving you a chance to answer properly. But he doesn’t care; that’s all he needed as he finally met his release. Holding you in place as a low groan escapes him, his hot seed filling your throat.

But no, he’s not done. Far from it.

After a few seconds, he pulls out, a string of saliva chaining his cock to your lips, which quickly breaks as he searches the room, giving you a brief moment to catch your breath.

It’s not long until you feel his hands gripping your thighs, pushing them apart and prodding something at your entrance. It takes you a few seconds to realise it’s the vibrator that he bought for the two of you months ago, though you barely find need to use it.

“Let’s get you nice and wet for me,” he murmurs as he finally pushes the vibrator between your folds. A faint whimper escaping your lips before the small egg turns on, small waves vibrating inside you.

Rin’s attention makes its way to your upper body, specifically your tits. Grabbing one of the mounds with his hand to lick and suck on whilst the other snakes its way to your throat, slightly pressing down on your airways.

Rin's tongue swirls around your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud until it stiffens under his ministrations. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as his hand around your throat tightened ever so slightly. The vibrator buzzing insistently between your legs, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your core as your first orgasm nears.

You squirm desperately under Rin’s touch, encouraging him to bring you to your peak. And he does just that. The hand around your throat squeezing you tighter as the hand on your chest trails down to tease your clit, giving you just enough to come undone all over the vibrator, still pulsating inside of you.

“That desperate, huh? What a cheap slut I have,” he comments as he pulls away from your body, though you’re too dazed to take in his comments. In fact, you’re so focused on coming down from your high that you don’t even register Rin placing your legs on his shoulders, aligning his rehardened cock with your entrance.

“You want my cock, slut?” He coos. “Want me to stuff you full with the vibrator inside of you?”

You nod eagerly, not giving him any time to waste as his cock prods your folds, slowly pushing them apart as he enters you, making space inside of your already stuffed cunt.

As a needy whine escapes your lips, and a groan leaves his, finally bottoming out inside of you. The vibrations of the vibrator against Rin’s cock inside of you is overwhelming, especially as you’re still sensitive from your orgasm.

Rin doesn’t care, though. Not even giving you time to adjust as he begins moving inside of you. Your walls squeezing him and the vibrator, moans escaping your lips with every movement. To your luck, the pace he initially set was slower than when he was down your throat, though making sure to reach deep inside of you with each thrust. Cock pistoning in and out of your cunt, as the slick from your prior orgasm coated his cock.

He looms over you, his eyes locked onto yours as he fucks you in painfully slow strokes. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He murmurs as he leans in closer, his lips now brushing against your ear as he whispers, “You love this, don’t you, slut? Being stuffed full of my cock and your little toy, used for my pleasure?”

His hand slides up your body, palming your breast roughly before moving to your throat. He wraps his fingers around your slender neck, squeezing lightly as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. His hips snapping forward, driving into you harder, deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each forceful plunge.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with your wanton moans and Rin's guttural grunts. Your pussy clenching and fluttering around his pistoning shaft as the vibrator only helps as it pushes you closer to the edge. Rin can feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as your climax approaches.

"That's it, cum for me again," he growls, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles. "Cum all over my cock like the desperate slut you are. Show me how much you fucking need it." He orders, the grip on your throat tightening as he fucks you senseless.

Your walls clamp down like a vice, gripping Rin's cock as your climax crashes over you. A scream tearing from your throat, your body convulsing as ecstasy consumes you. Rin groans deeply at the sight of your second orgasm, feeling as your pussy spasms and quivers around him, your release only nearing his own.

He doesn’t let you recover, keeping the brutal pace from earlier. Rin's hips keep slamming against yours, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body. Beads of sweat dripped down his chest, his muscles flexing and rippling as he ruts into you with single-minded intensity. He’s so close, and the only thing on his mind currently is stuffing you full of his cum.

You, on the other hand, haven’t even come down from your orgasm, whines and noises leaving your lips as you struggle to get ahold of yourself, your entire body shaking from the overstimulation.

“R-Rin! S’too much! Please…” but your voice trails off into more moans as your pleas only drive him further. Both hands squeezing your tits as he drives into you, his own low moans filling the room along with yours.

“Shut up, slut. Gonna fucking fill you up, gonna make you scream for me.” He angles his hips, hammering directly into that one spot deep inside you with every plunge. The added stimulation from the vibrator sending you into a feeling you would compare to pure euphoria. Rin's thumb teases your clit mercilessly, the rough friction pushing you past the point of no return.

To your surprise, you find yourself coming undone on his cock for the third time tonight, screaming his name as your hands find his arms, gripping onto them brutally as tears form in the corners of your eyes. Your cunt squeezing him so tight as he reaches his own limit.

With one final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills. finally emptying himself inside you, flooding your spasming cunt with his hot seed. Short breaths escaping him as he rides out his orgasm with you beneath him.

Only afterwards does he pull out of you, turning the vibrator off and grabbing the glass of water on your bedside table. “You ok, darling?” he asks, giving you the glass as he wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Was I too harsh on you?”

Though a proper sentence couldn’t leave your lips, instead a strained noise of approval. Putting the glass to the side, you pull your boyfriend closer to you, letting yourself fall asleep on him. Guess Rin will have to show you just how sorry he is once you wake up.

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✧ Pussydrunk Marius

afab!INSERT!reader x Marius von Hagen

My submission for @pixelcafe-network 's secret santa. Wishing you the happiest holidays @bindeds and I hope you enjoy reading through this <3

Spotting Marius in your info made my jaw drop. Instantly knew I was gonna write about him haha. I didn't write too much since I wasn't sure what pronouns to write for so I hope afab reader is fine with you. Else feel free to dm me and I'd be glad to write something that fits you better. Merry Christmas xx

The first time you let Marius eat you out was frankly, mindblowing.

You were in his office, keeping him company before a massive corporate event he was attending, and as your ‘company’ got heated, you finally decided to let him go down on you.

He swears he’s a changed man since that day.

The way you squirm beneath him as he drank up every single drop of you was just so addicting. If it weren’t for that silly event, he could’ve stayed between your legs for eternity.

Alas, heaven doesn’t last forever, and he did reluctantly leave. Although, not without valuable information.

Since that day, you could say Marius is what one would call ‘pussydrunk’. Constantly trailing down your stomach during makeouts or claiming you’re simply a better 'meal’ than whatever his dietrician put him on.

“Just one taste, babe. Promise I’ll be quick.” Marius begs from his newfound spot between your legs. You’re still clothed, but not for long as Marius starts to tug on the waistband of your clothing.

You chuckle slightly, finding it endearing how desperate he is to pleasure you. “Go on…” you assure, giving him all the permission he needs to yank your clothing, followed by your panties, down, disregarding them to the floor.

He stares, mouth slightly agape, at the sight before him: Your beautiful folds, already soaked and spread out bare just for him. The sight alone makes his cock throb in his boxers, aching for just a small taste at what lies in front of him.

"Divine,” he murmurs under his breath, just about audible enough for you to understand. His palms hold a firm grip on your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as his face hovers closer to his long-awaited meal.

He tries his best to savour you. Starting slow, licking one long line from the bottom up, getting his first taste. Stopping right before your clit as he relishes in the way you moan in satisfaction.

He lied. He definitely won’t be quick.

You’re his drug. Every noise he pulls from your pretty lips, every squirm and shake, you tempt him every time. And every time he always gives in.

He continues his assault on your folds, lapping the juices up and making a mess on his face and overpriced garments. Although he doesn’t care. The sight before him can’t compare to any material amount. As long as he can taste your sweet nectar.

“Fuck—princess, m’sorry,” he muffles between your legs, the vibrations going straight to your core as you let out a needy whine. “Don’t think I can stop, not when this pretty pussy tastes so perfect f’me.”

You don’t want him to stop. The way he eats you out, like a starved man finally being fed, is pure ecstasy. Every lick, suck, and nibble makes you feel pure bliss. And it’s not long ‘til you feel that all too familiar tension build inside of you. It never takes all that long when Marius is between your legs. Whether it’s his cock hitting your insides, making you see stars, or his tongue eating you out like you’re his favourite meal, he never fails to deliver.

You clench your legs around him, silently signalling your desperation. He knows you’re close now. His pace speeds up immensely, and his right hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing the string of sensitive nerves.

Between thrusting his tongue in your hole, he murmurs, “C'mon princess, make a mess for me.” he’s panting as you’re moaning praises around his face. One of your hands finds its way to his hair, taking a fistful of his purple locks and pulling him closer to you, desperate for release.

The sensation lets a groan slip past his lips, right on your heat, sending you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm hits you, moaning out Marius’ name while your thighs squeeze against his skull. He doesn’t stop; how could he when this is his favourite part?

He continues prodding your hole and teasing your bud whilst you ride out your orgasm on him. “Just like that, princess,” he praises. “You taste like heaven.”

You’re left a panting mess as Marius finally pulls away, giving him a chance to take a look at your state. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are glossy, but to him, he swears you look like utter perfection. Like a masterpiece he created with his own two hands.

The work of art in front of him does nothing to stop the ache in his crotch. Aching in the constraint of his pants. Although not for long, he climbs on top of you, pinning you beneath him as he slowly removes his own clothes.

“Time for my main course.”

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Thinking back on the first time you rode Sae…

Sae typically prefers to fuck you in missionary or doggy. Any position that allows him to perfectly control your body to his desire while he’s drilling his fat cock into your holes.

Although after a particularly exhausting training, any will to dominate you beneath him vaporised the moment your soft thighs straddled his lap. Slowly rolling your hips against his growing length, letting out tiny mewls at the slightest friction.

“Go on, angel. Use me.” He whispers into your ear, only fuelling the heat in your core. Your desperation is unlike ever before as you speed up your pace, a wet spot appearing on your shorts.

It’s cute he thinks, watching you getting all hot and bothered, and he hasn’t even touched you, let alone take off your clothes. He’s curious, curious how much you can handle as his hands place themselves on your hips, helping you move yourself on his toned abs.

“Ahh~ Sae! Please—need more!” Your moans are barely coherent as you quickly remove your top. The cool air hitting your chest briefly before being quickly replaced by Sae’s warm tongue. Licking and sucking on your sensitive spots.

“You need more, hmm? Well go on. Take what you need, mi amor.” Fuck—you can’t hold off any more, you pull away temporarily, ridding yourself of your shorts and panties, then Sae’s clothes.

You don’t even realise how rough you are as you push him back onto the bed, eagerly chasing what’s yours. Slowly sinking yourself down on him, letting out a whiny moan as he bottoms out inside of you. And Sae? He’s never been so turned on, the sight of you almost in control, taking what you need from him.

His palms roam your body; sliding from your chest down to your thighs, teasing any skin available to him. Anything to elicit a reaction out of you whilst your so desperately riding him.

Your entire body shakes as you shift back and forwards on top of your boyfriend, nails digging into his toned biceps as your puffy eyes can barely stay open. “So big!” You whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“What a needy little thing. You’re gonna milk me dry, love. You know that?”

That doesn’t stop you, of course. In fact, his words have quite the opposite effect. You continue riding Sae, you can feel your close, and so is he. It’s obvious once he starts moving you himself. Large hands digging into your hips as he bounces you up and down on his length. Pulling out so just his tip is in only to slam back into you, abusing your poor holes.

“Just like that, angel. Take my dick for me, okay? You can do it.” His words send vibrations straight down through you, shivering as your climax finally reaches. Rapidly crashing over you, your entire body convulses around Sae, squeezing his cock dry as you ride out your orgasm, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat.

Sae isn’t far behind either. “Fuck, amor. Gonna fill you up. Gonna make you so full.” You can’t understand the rest, it’s all a blur anyways as you feel hot ropes of cum fill you to the brim. It’s warm, he’s warm, and you’re tired.

Not giving either of you a chance, you collapse on top of him. Allowing the both of you to have the best sleep either of you have had in a while.

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Your sleep-deprived boyfriend, who wakes up once again in the middle of the night to your plush ass against his crotch, fuelling blood to his groin.

He doesn’t want to wake you, but he knows damn well he won’t be getting any sleep tonight. Not when you're shifting against him every few seconds, feeling his hard-on grow.

Your sleep-deprived boyfriend, who wonders what you must be dreaming about to be so sensitive. Constantly writhing around in his grasp with breathy moans eliciting from your half-parted lips. He hopes it’s about him, and the thought of it only sends more blood rushing.

Fuck. He’s so horny right now. He only has you to blame when he pulls down his boxers, freeing his aching cock as it slaps against your ass. He won’t fuck you yet, of course. He’ll wait till you’re awake for that. But he can’t help himself as he aligns his length between your thighs, letting the soft flesh squeeze him as he gets comfy.

Your sleep-deprived boyfriend, who fucks your warm thighs instead of sleeping. His thrusts are slow and sloppy but desperate nonetheless. His low groans barely audible in the hopes he doesn’t wake you up.

Although, to his dismay, after coming undone all over the mattress, your sleeping figure shifts slowly, coming to.

“Baby?” He doesn't give you the time to question what's happening, especially when his cock has already become hard again.

“Shh, my love. Be a good girl for me, okay?” This time, he fucks you properly. Mixed juices painting your insides whilst your folds are glistening for him as he fucks you through the late of night.

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fluff, suggestive ending

It’s rare to see your sleepy boyfriend wake up before you. So you’re initially surprised when you wake up to a half-empty bed. Duvet covering half of your sleepy figure. Taking your time, you slowly slip out of bed and make your way towards the living room, following the fresh aroma lingering in the kitchen.

The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon pulls you from bed. Padding into the kitchen, you find Xavier at the stove, wearing your apron and swaying to soft music. His disheveled hair captures the sunlight, making your heart skip a beat.

He glances back, grinning. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

Before you could open your mouth to reply, his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest. The warmth radiating from his body is intoxicating, and you can feel the subtle vibration of his laughter. His finger grazes your chin, tilting it upwards to capture your lips in a kiss that’s slow and lazy—the kind of kiss that makes you forget any sense of time.

"Mmm," he hums, voice low against your face, pressing a few more kisses to your lips, your cheek, and that spot just below your ear that makes you heat up. "You look so beautiful in the mornings. How's a guy supposed to focus?”

"On what, burning breakfast?" you tease, slipping out of his grasp to move the pan away from the heat of the stove. Turning back to face Xavier, you decide to see how far you can tease him.

“Well, at least you didn’t set the smoke alarm off... yet.” You giggle as he makes his way towards you and the no longer edible breakfast.

He lets out a groan, tossing the burnt pancake onto a plate with dramatic flair before turning back to you, hands on his hips. “This was supposed to be a romantic breakfast in bed. But nooo, someone just had to show up early and distract me with their... everything.”

“Blaming me, huh?” You raise an eyebrow at the remark, snagging a piece of bacon that might still be edible. “You’re the one who got lost in the moment.”

(It was not edible)

His arms once again find their place wrapped around your figure, with his head resting on your shoulder. “I regret nothing. Well... except for maybe ruining the pancakes.”

You chuckle again, placing a swift kiss to his cheek before nudging him towards the kitchen island. “How about you prepare some tea and I’ll make breakfast, hmm?”

Xavier, still attached to you, murmurs a sound of disapproval. “Mmm, don’t wanna let go. You’re so warm...”

So, instead of preparing breakfast like you intended, you’re instead swooped up into Xaviers arms as he carries you back to your bedroom.

“I think I have a better way for us to wake up.” He places you down on the bed as he hovers over you, a hand grazing the inside of your thighs. “Don’t you agree, my love?”

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[lumiambrose]

Sae Itoshi doesn’t dance.

You figured so anyways; it’s not like your boyfriend is the most… expressive.

So when the two of you run into a lively plaza full of locals and tourists alike dancing to romantic music on your vacation, you take the incentive to explore on your own. Twisting and turning through the sea of people as you enjoy the live band, a massive grin on your face.

To no surprise, even if you begged him, Sae wouldn’t join your antics in public. Instead, opting to watch you from a distance. Taking in the way you move to the rhythm as you casually dance with some of the locals. Sae finds it adorable, watching you enjoy yourself so much. If anyone looked at him hard enough, they might even see a small smile play on his lips.

That is until he sees a stranger—a man, grabbing you by the hand, leading you to the center of the plaza, away from him. You seem reluctant, of course you are. Why the hell would you be dancing with a random when you have the Sae Itoshi? The smile once adorning his face quickly fades as he storms through the crowd, pushing the man away from you, growling a few, what you presume to be spanish swear words at him before picking you up and carrying you back to your hotel room.

You arrive home and god, Sae is pissed. That man has no right to you like that. Nervous, you internally prepare to explain the situation to him. That the man caught you by surprise, and it wasn’t that deep. That the stranger didn’t do anything to you.

You open your mouth, but are quickly shushed by him as he seems to be searching for something in the hotel room. Unexpectedly, he pulls out a speaker. Connecting it to his phone and playing a melody, a very similar melody to what you heard at the plaza.

“Give me your hands,” he says in such a casual manner, as if he didn’t adorn the expression of a future murderer less than a minute ago.

You comply, giving him your hands as he helps you up, to then pull you in close, embracing you. His breath hot on your ear as he whispers, “Follow my lead.”

Now… just because Sae Itoshi doesn’t dance, it doesn’t mean he can’t.

Being a professional football player requires good agility and even better footwork, so to him, dancing comes naturally.

You though, are completely taken aback. He doesn’t give you time to process what’s happening as he guides you to the center of your suite, body in sync with the music as he mimics the matching movements to the ones you were dancing earlier.

You compliment him as the two of you bask in the music and each others company. Away from any strangers or creeps. Just you and him, together, as you dance through the early night.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you giggle, almost teasing him for surprising you with his unexpected skills.

“Bad judge of character, angel,” he replies, even matching your teasing tone before dropping into a more intimate whisper. “Por ti haré cualquier cosa.”

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