#sae smut

[shouyuus]

─── B L U E L O C K INSATIABLE

rin, nagi, sae, oliver; 2,217 words; smut and fluff, pwp, oral (r!receiving & giving), semi somonophilia, overstim, multiple orgasms, thigh-fucking, spooning-sex, mating press, dumbification, nicknames ("kitty/kitten"), internal creampies, pseudo-breeding kink, mentions of aftercare

haikyuu!! ver.

─── 凛 RIN

it should be alarming, really, how he can eat you out like a man starved while almost never taking his eyes off you, watching you with steady, steely eyes, even as his tongue drags along the seam of your ruined cunt, so slick with wetness that you curl your fingers into the sheets — and it’s never enough, no never, not for him — even after his lips are smeared, his chin damn near dripping — he’ll pillow his cheek on your thigh, lick his lips, cock his eyebrows at the way you twitch when a puff of hot air hits your over-sensitive clit.

“tired?” he asks, voice not even hoarse (though yours definitely is).

you tip your head back into the pillow, unclench your fingers, feel the liquid rush of warmth as it works through your body in the aftershocks of yet another orgasm.

“y-yeah — i — ‘m fine — i think —”

rin scoffs, leaning down to drop another kiss to the hood of your clit, slating you another glance as your whole body jerks, a whine twisting out of your throat as your hand shoots out to tangle in your fingers in his hair, tugging him up.

“you can gimme another one,” he says, and it’s not posed as a question; just as well, it was never meant to be one.

you hiss out a breath, forcing the air from your lungs as you brace yourself. rin gives you a silent count of four or five before he leans down to bury himself between your thighs again, his thumb rubbing circles into the winged hollow of your hipbones, the only sign that he feels anything even close to sympathy for your plight.

“count for me,” he says, the words muffled along the puffy folds of your pussy as he pushes his tongue into you once more.

“f-fuck — rin — ! f-f-four — mngh —”

“what was our record?” he asks, pulling back ever so slightly. you keen out at the loss of his lips, the heat having already coiled tight in your gut.

“like… seven or s-something —” you say, blinking up at the ceiling while not really seeing it at all.

rin makes a noncommittal noise before bending back down to mouth at your cunt.

“yeah. we can beat that tonight.”

─── 誠士郎 SEISHIROU

for a person who takes sleep so seriously, you think, tugged from the soft, hazy halls of sleep by the feeling of his hard cock rutting against the curve of your ass, he seemingly has no compunction about interrupting yours.

“— shirou?”

“mm, y’feel good…” his voice is gravely, thick with sleep, and you wonder vaguely if he’s still half-dreaming. it wouldn’t be the first time.

“yeah?” you ask, twisting around slightly to catch sight of his disheveled hair, his spit-slickened lips, his big gray eyes almost black in the witching-hour dark.

“mm…” he burrows into the nape of your neck, your feel his hot breath collecting there like steam against a car window till he leans in to sink his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, his hips rocking into yours.

heat radiates from him (but then again, he’s always run hot), and it takes less than a minute for him to inch his fingers into your sleep shorts and pull them down for him to fuck his cock into the warmth and tightness between your thighs. a contented sigh escapes him as he continues to rock against you, the slide of him along your pussy lips making you whimper slightly, bright pops of color flickering along the backs of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, bracing against the building pleasure.

“so good… so warm…” he murmurs, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer, his hips now canting into you, the bedsheets shuffling with his rhythmic movements. it could almost seem lazy, the way he’s fucking your thighs from behind, not bothering with your clothes, or even the lights for that matter. but you know him — know him better than most ever will.

you know that it’s just the beginning, and sure enough, a few seconds later, you’re being rolled onto your back, the light-kissed shape of him hovering over you, his lips brushing yours in a soft kiss as he works your shorts and panties completely off your legs, tossing them off the bed into the nether beyond.

“wanna fuck you — can i?”

you nod, hissing as he leans down to suck a hickey into your shoulder, nudging your knees further apart to allow him access to your now very wet cunt.

“d-don’t you have morning practice tomorrow?” you ask.

nagi only grunts, letting out a long breath as he pushes into you, slow, the stretch making you whimper.

“today,” he says, after a few seconds of adjustment on both your ends.

“hm?” you ask, blinking up at him, your thoughts skipping like an old tape in a busted cassette, run over too many times with the rewind button.

“got practice today… but it doesn’t matter — i’ll nap at practice.”

you let out a groan though it chokes off into a pitched whine as nagi starts to fuck into you proper, his hips snapping into you with the sort of languid grace only a seasoned athlete can muster.

“y-you shouldn’t nap at pr-practices!” you chide, chewing on your bottom lip as he leans down to kiss you, sucking your tongue into his mouth.

“i’ll only do it if it gets too boring.”

you keen as he hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, thinking to yourself that well — there are worse ways to spend the time and… you’re already awake now anyways.

─── 冴 SAE

there’s something feral in the light of his eyes whenever he’s got you down on your knees for him, your lips wrapped around his pulsing cock, a hand cupping your cheek, thumb pushing against the bulge there to feel the way his tip twitches at the contact. and its unfair, really, how steady his breathing is, even when he rocks his hips to bully his cock deeper and deeper into your throat, careless of the way your fingers dig into his muscular thighs (”don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.” “still… i don’t want to leave marks… your teammates will see…” “i don’t care. leave them. let them see.”).

he barely makes noise when you swallow around him, gag at the tip of his cock as it nudges your tonsils, the way he only grunts and lets out a long, thready breath when you lave your tongue along the thick, pulsing vein running the underside of his cock, tease at the place it connects to the hood, eyes flickering up to catch his — you’ve never seen his eyes blown so dark before, dark enough for you to forget the piercing seaglass of his normal gaze.

you hum against him, redoubling your efforts if only to make him moan, the sound ripped from him like pulling teeth — ragged and torn, his head tipping back as his knuckles whiten in the sheets. your jaw’s starting to hurt, but you don’t care; you’re nothing if not determined, and it’s the challenge sizzling in the air between you that sets your stomach aflame.

“— fuck.”

you take a deep breath and take him as deep as you can, pressing your nose into the dark, coarse hairs at the base of his cock, your throat seizing around the size of him as you fight to keep your breath held still.

you feel his fist in your hair, the way it stings along your scalp as he pulls, then forces you down further till your nails are scrabbling at his thighs, leaving angry red streaks in their wake.

when he finally deigns to let you back up, it’s a whole eternity later, and you try to blink away the dark squiggles collecting at the edge of your vision before he traces a thumb along your cheek and tuts.

“mm… feels good,” he rasps, and it’s all the encouragement you need to suck in another long breath and deepthroat him again, bobbing up and down till he’s gasping, a reckless, desperate need collecting in your belly as you swirl your tongue around him.

and then — a tiny, pitched whine, squeezing from him as he hisses out a long breath. you glance up to find his eyes cast skyward, towards the ceiling of your shared bedroom, the thread of his pulse ticking in up against his jugular as his chest heaves. a thin line of sweat trickles down the side of his neck.

“shit.”

you content yourself with licking up his length one more time before lowering your eyes and setting to work till you feel him jerk into your mouth, the hot, salty-bitter rush of cum hitting the back of your throat, nearly setting off your gag reflex as you hurriedly swallow around him. when you pull back and lick at your lips, it’s to find him watching you with that sharp, halfway light in his eyes, the irises still blown huge and dark. there’s color painted high on his cheeks and an unfocused haze to his gaze that makes you smirk.

you wipe daintily at the corner of your mouth, cocking your head.

“already done? or… can you go another few rounds?”

all you get in return is a light scoff and sae jerking his chin towards the bed next to him.

“get on your back. and, take those panties off.”

─── オリヴァ OLIVER

it should be illegal, you think, as the backs of your legs start to get sore, how much stamina a professional athlete has to have.

“fuck, fuck, fuck — o-oliver!”

“ahh — c’mon, kitten, i know you can do it — mmph — fuck that sweet little pussy’s gettin’ so tight…”

he’s grinning — the bastard — grinning down at you as he rams his cock into your so hard you swear you can feel it at the back of your throat. there’s a hand wrapped around your neck, gentle pressure on either side of your windpipe. your head is spinning, spinning, spinning like a top in a dream where gravity is no longer of human consequence.

“gonna fuck you dumb like this, kitty — wouldn’t you like that? hm? yeah… bet you would…”

you can feel his voice close to your ear, feel the heat of it against your skin, but the words are faraway, and it’s all you can to do nod, to moan, because it feels good, it feels too good, and he’s always known your body almost better than you know it yourself.

“p-lease —” you whine, clenching down around him as he loosens his grip and air floods your lungs again, the pressure of his cock against your cervix making your eyes roll back.

“g-good girl… such a good kitten f’me — fuck —”

you feel the slick wetness dripping down the curve of your ass as he continues to pound into you, your one orgasm toppling into the next, and the next — till you’re keening at the feeling of him tugging you back towards him, your body squirming away from the overstimulation.

“no running away now, kitten — not till i’m d-done with you, yeah?”

he locks your knees till they’re pushed nearly to your ears, an arm banded over the backs of them to keep you still as he fucks you so hard coherent thought leaves you completely, nothing in your head except for the sinful drag of his cock in your spasming cunt, or the way you can feel him reaching his peak as he starts to pulse inside you.

vaguely, you hear yourself begging for it, for his cum, for him to fill you up. just as vaguely, you hear him chuckle, a hand coming up to cup your cheek as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper into you with long, languid strokes.

“fuuuuck…. mmngh — that’s g-good — that’s a good kitten…” he groans, his head dipping into the pillow next to you, his skin tacky with sweat, the scruff on his chin tickling your shoulder as he drops a quick kiss there before pushing back up to inspect the damage. he grins at the sight — you splayed out beneath him, thoroughly fucked out, your eyes barely open, mouth agape, your hole still clenching around his cock as if determined to milk him for all he’s worth. just the thought of it makes his hips jerk, makes the heat in him burn as kindling to an encouraging sweep of wind.

you mumble something about feeling full, but oliver tuts, reaching down to pat your cheek with a palm, gingerly shifting back till his softening cock slips out of you. he can’t help the cocky smirk that twists his lips as he watches you clench around nothing, whining around the sudden loss.

“mm… but you love it when i stuff you full like this, don’t you? yeah? now be a good girl and keep it all inside while i clean us up, ‘kay?”

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[crystxlseesu]

Pairing: Ryusae x FEM!Reader

Genre: Smut

Sypnosis: 3sum w your lovers :3

c/n: smut, rough sex, double penetration, threesome, anal sex, degrading, p in v, bimbofication if you squint, name calling (slut, whore), cumming inside, raw/no protection

w/c: 981 words 5,281 characters

a/n: first post in this acc 💋 smut under the cut, Main acc: @psyzcraze , proofreading by: @nensi / @venenna. Requested ehe.

You moaned and cried as Sae continued that air-removing grip on your throat as his cock bullied your cunt, thrusting upwards as you stayed seated on his cock.

Your smaller form trembling under Sae's ministrations while your other lover, Ryusei was tied up with a muzzle on, just at the edge of the bed.

Ryusei was glaring at Sae as Sae continues to have that grip on your throat, not enough to hurt you but firm enough to make you feel owned and claimed by him as he continues to thrust into you.

"Moaning Ryusei's name whole I'm fucking your cunt?" He paused with a groan leaving his mouth before continuing, his lips now much nearer onto your ears. "Such a slut you are." He teased as he glided one of his hands to fondle your breast while the other stayed on your hips to make sure you stayed seated.

"Hngh- S-shorry..!!" You somehow managed to say between moans as you whimpered. "Such a needy girl you are, y/n. Tsk, tsk.." Sae said in an almost disappointed yet amused tone as he suddenly stopped his thrusting and gently got you off of him, causing you to whine.

"Ah..~" You whined as Sae's cock pulled out of your cunt with a wet pop, He didn't even let you cum! But before you could protest, Sae suddenly smacked your ass causing you to let out a yelp. "Go untie, Ryusei." He said in a firm tone as he looked at you with a firm gaze.

You could only do as he says as you crawled your way to Ryusei.

Ryusei's gaze was intense and was entirely focused on you as you made your way and started untying him. Eventually, you finally finished untying him and taking his muzzle off and he immediately pounced on you.

His lips immediately attacking yours with hot and intense kisses, causing Sae to merely chuckle at Ryusei's neediness.

You whimpered into the kiss as Ryusei need-ily and hurriedly took off his clothes, without warning his thrusted his erect member into your cunt causing you to let out a loud moan at the sudden intrusion.

"R-ryusei!" You moaned out as Ryusei once again shoved his mouth onto yours as he immediately set a fast and rough pace. His hips thrusting, no, POUNDING, into your tight cunt.

"Been holding back since earlier.." He groaned as he buried his face onto your neck while his hips pistoned into yours, his cock bullying your insides as he continues to pin you down with his strength and weight.

Sae sighs and lets you guys have your moment as he steps out of the bedroom after putting on a robe.

"You and Sae have been such a tease to me.." Ryusei mumbled between his wet kisses and suckles onto your neck while his pace slowly got faster.

He reached down between the two of you, his rough hands gliding over your waist and eventually reaching your pussy.

Ryusei pulled away from your neck and swallowed your moans as he roughly started kissing you as his fingers rub tight circles on your clit, adding so much stimulation.

You could feel a knot forming in your stomach. You were so close. So, so fucking close at the edge.

As Ryusei pulled away from the rough and deep kiss as he slightly changed your position to make him go deeper into you.

"Hgnh- Ah! Ry-ryusei.. I-I'm so- so close..!" You moaned desperately as you too, started grinding your hips to his.

"You're so close, yeah? Them fucking cum f'me, slut.." He whispered into your eyes as he continued his fast pace.

And as if on command, you came with a loud moan and Sae came back just in time to see you break.

"You guys done?" He asked as he took off his robe and got in the bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind him.

"S-sae... Ha.." You said softly as Ryusei helped you get down from your high.

"What, You're already needy for Sae's cock "while mine is still inside you? Such a fucking whore, (y/n).." Ryusei chuckled as he pulled out of you.

Sae got on the bed with you too and pushed Ryusei down on the sheets. Sae gave you that look causing you to gulp. He then placed you on top of Ryusei, Ryusei's cock already getting hard once more, his cock slipping right in your velvety walls once again.

You whimpered as you laid down on Ryusei, your breasts gently pressed on against Ryusei's chest.

Sae got behind the two of you, stroking his dick before lining it up on your ass and gently started pushing his cock in causing you to moan.

"Ha! You're such a slut, you're already getting off just by having both of our dicks in ya, yea?" Ryusei chuckled loudly as Sae placed his hands on your waist and immediately started the fast fucking pounding of his dick in you.

Ryusei was also grinding his hips upwards, both of the men you love were trapping you in between them as they both thrust into both of your holes.

Sae occasionally squeezing the plump flesh of your ass while Ryusei was occasionally leaving lovebites onto your neck.

You immediately felt so full and so, so close to the edge. The same knot was starting to form in your stomach once again.

"I'm so close.." You moaned out as you let the both man you love fuck you till you can't think straight.

"Cum for us then." Sae leaned down to whisper into your ears, his voice guided you as you can while the two of your lovers continued thrusting into you and eventually came inside you, the both of them painting both of your holes white.

"You did well." Sae whispered to you while Ryusei gently kissed your cheeks as you eventually drifted to sleep.

[anglbunny]

No contact ♡ sae itoshi

Sae breaks no contact and blames you for it. ♡ Smut mdni, hair pulling, manipulation, drinking

You were supposed to be outside right now. Outside being the club. The only reason you weren’t was because of a text from a certain somebody. Somebody you were trying to move on from. 

Sae itoshi. Your ex-boyfriend. 

He had the nerve to text you after he broke your heart 4 months ago and told you never to text him again. And so you did. 

You were too much of a distraction, or so he said. His career would always be the top priority, not you. That was the last thing he said before he walked away. 

The day after, he messaged you with a text that read, ‘Don't message me again. Lose my number’. 

And well, ever since that day, you haven’t seen him, talked to him, or texted him. Just like he wanted. 

So why the fuck was there a message from him at 8:55 PM.

Sae: Hi

The notification itself had you frozen. After 4 fucking months he decides to break no contact. 

You scoff, ignoring the message. You kick your heels off, picking up your phone and dropping a text in the gc that you won’t be coming tonight, last minute plan change. The girls are asking why and what happened but you ignore them. Walking into the kitchen, still dressed up in a mini bodycon dress and a full face of makeup. 

You were so excited for tonight, all dolled up and ready but who knew a single text could kill the entire mood? 

You grabbed a fresh bottle of wine. Uncapping it and pouring yourself a large glass. 

You downed half the glass when another text appeared on your phone.

Sae: I know you can see this.  Sae: you’re ignoring me on purpose  Sae: if i were you, i’d answer right now or who knows what might happen. 

You rolled your eyes, giggling at his empty threats. You were somewhat tipsy now, your face a little flushed and your body half limp on the couch. 

You finished the rest of the glass and poured yourself another. Your eyelids felt heavy until the sound of the doorbell pulled you out of your trance. 

Setting the glass down, you stumbled over to the front door, almost tripping over your heels that were thrown down the hallway. 

You opened the door not even bothering to look through the peephole. 

“Sae?” you mumbled, your eyes half closed. 

“Wow, you’re wasted as fuck” he stepped inside, making you take one back. 

“I… never s-said you could... Enter” your words coming out slurred. He smirked, closing the door behind him, each step he took towards you was another step you took back. 

“And when have I listened to what you have to say? Hm?”

He asked, his fingers coming in contact with your chest and pushing you back until your back softly hit a wall. 

You gasped trying to move away but it was no use. 

“I told you to answer, didn't i? Now look where we’re at” he sighed, he ran his hand over your hair. Taking a handful of it and examining it. 

You nodded, looking down at the ground. He pulled your head back, fisting your hair right at the roots. You shrieked, wrapping your hands around his, your eyes burning. 

“SAE!” you yelled at him, trying to pry his hand away from your hair. 

“You know i hate it when you look away from me,” he said, loosening his grip and grabbing your chin between his index and thumb.

“Tell me. Who are you so dressed up for?” 

“No one” you muttered looking away

“Why’re you so drunk?” 

“Because i’m an adult who can legally drink whenever she wants” You glared at him, while he seemed amused. 

“Why are you here?” you asked him, this time. 

“What’d you want? Weren’t you the one who never wanted to see me again?”

“Baby, that’s the past. Don’t linger on the past. Focus on the present” he said, leaning down to kiss the side of your lips. He wrapped his large hands around the back of your thighs, lifting you and walking towards your bedroom. 

“Fuck!? Sae!! Put me down, asshole!” you yelled, pulling his styled hair, hitting his back, whatever you could. Your legs were wrapped around his torso. His hands under your ass. 

You felt a sudden slap on your ass, making you go silent. You stared at nothing in shock. It was as if a bucket of cold water was dumped on your head.

“Did you just.. Spank me?” 

“Yes and I can do more, so don’t test me” 

He said, dropping you down on the bed. You groaned, sitting up on your elbows. 

He pulled his shirt off over his head. Crawling on top of the bed. His torso in between your thighs and his hands on either side of your waist. 

“Stop thinking. Let me take care of you for tonight, okay?” he whispered against your ear, giving a false sense of trust. 

“I’m drunk..” you said, having nothing left in you to argue with him. 

“Then blame me, baby”

He kissed down your neck, pushing you back down onto the bed. 

“We shouldn’t, sae” 

“Says who?” you really didn’t wanna hook up with your ex. You knew he was manipulating you into thinking it’s okay but it fucking isn’t. He can’t just barge in and say that whatever happened between you and him is in the past and just fuck you. That's not right! 

Your lips quivered, placing your hands on his shoulder as he pulled down your dress. The cold air hitting your nipples was enough to have them going hard. He leaned down, gently blowing on them just to hear you whimper. 

You shut your eyes tightly. Your pussy throbbed, not having enough friction to make you feel good. 

Only the rough fabric of Sae’s jeans rubbed against your damp panties. His bulging boner not doing much with the thick fabric in between. 

“You’ve gotten more sensitive.” he breathed, taking the whole of your tit in his mouth. Rolling the bud between his teeth. 

His hand made his way between his pants, pulling his cock out and rubbing it over your panties. 

Your sweet voice and soft moans only got him harder. It wasn’t fair that he got to touch himself while you were trembling and crying beneath him. 

His other hand cupped your tit, while circling the one that was in his mouth with his tongue. 

He pulled away with a pop. staring down at the lewd expression you were making. 

“You’re making a mess” You shook your head ‘no’, getting a chuckle from sae who pushed your thighs up to your chest. Swallowing hard at the sight of panties drenched in his precum. The light-coloured cloth going transparent. 

He rubbed his fingers over it, moving them to the side. He fisted his cock and lined it up to your entrance. 

“Sae..” you breathed, your voice coming out shaky. 

He nodded, pushing past your puffy lips. Groaning as your walls swallowed him and clenched around his cock. 

“So fucking.. Tight” 

He leaned in, licking your lips. You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, running a hand through his hair. 

Once you adjusted, he pulled back, slamming back into you. You screamed his name. The neighbors could definitely hear you. He moved at an animalistic pace, like he hasn’t fucked in years.

He kissed down your jaw, leaving dark red hickies all over your neck and chest. 

Your nails scratching down his back and tugging at his hair. He wasn’t showing signs of slowing down. 

Both his hands held down your thighs, keeping them pressed against your chest. 

A thick ring of white formed around his cock. The sound of his cock thrusting inside of you mixed with your screams and his quiet moans of your name followed by cuss words. 

“Fuck. yn” 

He groaned as you clenched around him. Your gummy walls pull his cock in more with each thrust. 

“Close..! Sae, m’ close!” you cried out, pulling him in closer. 

He mumbled something about him being close as well. 

His cock plunged deep inside of you a couple more times before you were cumming around his cock with his name on your tongue. Along with Sae who filled your little pussy up with his warm cum. Staying inside of you so nothing spills out. 

He fell on top, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You sighed, still throbbing around him. 

“I fucking forgot how good your cunt was. How could i stay away for 4 whole months?” he asked but wasn’t expecting a response. You could feel his smile on your skin.

“I hate you, sae” 

“If you hated me, you wouldn’t have milked my cock dry”

A/n: this got kinda long. sorry, lol. wc: 1.4k

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a/n: i love my nonchalant princess sm. the storyline is a bit long 'cause i got carried away lmao. but trust the process guys, it's good i promise ;)

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content: sae itoshi x fem!reader, reader plays for blue lock (yes, what a queen!), eventual smut, sae is filthy lol, all acts are consensual, disclaimer: i have no knowledge on soccer or how the games work in general lmfao, porn with plot, not edited.

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jealousy has never been a pretty look, nor has the toxic radiation of arrogance.

it's funny how men can be threatened to such miniscule things, afraid that it'll bruise their strikingly huge egos; bigger than their dicks!

yes, the world is unfair, and sadly women will never be seen as equals. unfortunately, we live in a time where what's in our pants determines our self-worth like some kind of auctioned price tag.

but, you weren't about to label yourself with a price tag stamped on you by a man.

and what better way to do that than being annoyingly damn good at something that was created for men.

the way soccer has deeply nestled itself in your veins was something that most definitely wasn't on your bingo card. you grew up in a small town where people were familiar with each other, being able to tell apart who was a neighbor and who was a stranger.

your dream was to graduate high school with honors and attend a prestigious university in a foreign country; following your passion of becoming an aspiring cardiologist.

but, of course, the criteria list was as big as your ambition. you were required to do a bunch of stuff, such as volunteering for community service, internships, maintaining your grades, and most importantly.... play a sport?!

if there's one thing you absolutely hated in the world, it would have to be playing sports. you weren't athletic at all and you felt limited because where you lived barely had any inclusivity for female players.

but, the university admissions office wanted an all-rounded student, so, you had no choice.

you begged your school's boys soccer coach to let you play. the old man was a tough cookie, hard to crack, but with enough pestering; he gave in. more so, he thought you'd be the one to give up and not show up on the second practice session.

but, to his surprise, you held your ground. in no time, your body went through a series of changes. you became more toned and lean, your strength and stamina gradually increased as well.

the guys on the team ridiculed you multiple times when you struggled to understand the rules or play strategy; but, they'd soon swallow their own words after noticing how in every game it always seemed like you had woken up as someone new.

your adaptability, stamina, improvisation and intuition resulted in you to easily climb up the ranks; replacing the team's captain who served for 2 years.

naturally, your school gained popularity for having such a strong soccer team, and you became the infamous ace card; even though you were the only female player on the team.

of course, you didn't really care about all that. after all, you were doing this in order to prepare a neat and tidy application to ship yourself somewhere else to pursue your dreams. so, you'd mindlessly played against other schools and ultimately; lead your team to victory.

win after win after win.

what you didn't expect was that a lady with short auburn hair has been eyeing from the very beginning; spectating like a creep.

your senior year of high school came by and you were a few months away from graduating. your applications have been submitted and you felt like someone freed you from the shackles of stress. you spent your eighteenth birthday with friends and family, of course, being teased by your relatives of how your body was becoming "more like a man" or whatever the hell that means.

spring had just begun and your acceptance letter has come in the mail. you eagerly opened it, practically screaming in happiness as you almost tripped down the flight of stairs to announce to your parents-

"i'm going to yale!"

you had finished your last soccer practice for the season. while you were about to head in the direction of your house, you saw a lady with short auburn hair approach you.

you tried to ignore her, maybe she was walking towards someone behind you? but, you couldn't hear anyone behind you. she politely smiled at you, almost as if she could read your mind.

"uh, can i help you?" you asked, confused.

"you're y/n, right?" she confirmed, making you cock an eyebrow.

"yes, that would be me." you answered, a bit taken back from her sudden acknowledgment of your existence.

"i've been watching you for quite some time now, and i must say, you are a fine piece of talent for the world of soccer!" she enthusiastically praised, making you look at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"uhm, thank you?....creepy." you awkwardly expressed your gratitude, while mumbling the last part. but, it seems that she very loud and clearly heard you, chuckling at your words.

"listen, i've been watching the most talented soccer players in different parts of japan to recruit. my dream is to create the best soccer team in japan that will win the world cup. so, i created the blue lock project." she passionately explained.

"nice." you blandly responded, making her stare at you like you have two heads.

"are you not getting it? i'm recruiting you to the blue lock project, y/n." she frowned, but her words were still registering in your head.

blue lock project?

world cup?

this must be some joke. so, you laughed at her face like it was one.

"i tried to put past the whole creepy stalking you did on me but this is the most absurd thing you've said so far in our short interaction. you're asking me, a woman, to play in your all-men soccer team that you're planning to perfect for the world cup? listen, lady, i think you need to go home and take a nice nap to clear your head." you scoffed, readjusting your duffel bag as you prepared to walk off, only to be halted as she grabbed your wrist.

"wait! please, just think about it! i know... i know what you're thinking and i get it. us women, we don't get these kinds of opportunities and when we do, there's always some level of competition and gender-bias. but, as a woman myself, whose ambition is to craft the perfect japanese soccer team, i want a woman to play in it. i want a woman to win the world cup! please, i'm requesting you, reconsider." she begged, making your mouth slightly drop.

you sigh heavily, looking at her with stern eyes.

"i'm sorry, but, you'll have to achieve that dream with someone else. i'm not cut out for this life, soccer isn't even my dream. besides, i'm going to america in a few months to attend university there and become a doctor in the future. i hope you can find another woman to play in your team. good luck." you offered a small apologetic smile, making her eyes glimmer with disappointment as she watched you walk away.

a few weeks had passed and you'd just graduated. your flight to america was quickly approaching, so you were busy packing. you suddenly heard a knock at your bedroom door, which cracked open to reveal your mom.

"sweetheart, someone by the name of anri teieri is looking for you." you mom informed you, making you furrow your eyebrows.

"who now? i've never heard of that name in my life." you responded, making her shrug and she ushered you to come downstairs and figure it out.

so, you followed behind her only to be horrified to see the same lady from a few weeks back.

"you again?!" you gasped, speed walking to the door.

"ah, sorry for the unannounced vis-"

"lady! this whole stalking thing is really getting out of hand! i-i mean, how did you even get my address?! god, i feel like i'm being watched like a hawk! last warning or else i'll report you next time!" you threatened, absolutely baffled. her eyes widened, quickly holding her hands up as surrender.

"please, hear me out. i'm not stalking you! i was escorted here by your coach. i... i wanted you to reconsider!" she expressed, her face displaying desperation.

"what part of what i said to you back then don't you understand? i don't have a passion for soccer." you glared, making her face turn to a frown.

"you can't be good at something if there's no passion to drive you! and you... god, you're damn amazing! your goals, your precision; it's unmatched! y/n, please, it's not only that i want you... no, i need you on my team." she persuaded, making your sigh in annoyance.

"even if i wanted to, i can't. it's too late, i already confirmed my spot at the university and my flight is this weekend." you informed her, trying to make peace.

"that's okay! i'll have my team call your university to place you on a guaranteed waitlist, your spot will still be secured. please, just play for the recruitment matches in blue lock. i promise, if you're eliminated; then you can fall back on this. we'll even pay for your tuition cost and flight expenses." she tries to negotiate and you let out a defeated grumble.

"fucking hell, fine, fine. i'll do it." you agreed, making her eyes light up.

"yes! thank you! thank you so much, y/n." she smiled brightly, digging through her purse before pulling out a small card.

"that's the address to the blue lock facility. the mock matches will be taking place this weekend. i'll see you then, y/n." she hands you the card, making you hum.

the hell did you just get into?

---

so, luck has a weird way of working out, and it turns out that you were able to make it out of the recruitment matches. you were officially on blue lock's team.

well, that happened about four months ago. so far, you're still not sure if it was worth quitting and falling back on your safety option, which was still laid on the table by anri.

"jeez, i thought that the only time a woman would've given me a hard time was after i got married." isagi teased, making you chuckle as you laid on the indoor feild.

"hope you don't get married any time soon, your future wife is gonna have a hard time in social spaces when her husband is getting cancelled every two to five business days." you smirked, making him gasp.

"y/n! i thought we were gonna move past that." he huffed, making you laugh.

"what? about the fact that you become a slur machine when you get pissy?" you egg further, making him roll his eyes before cracking a smile.

"but seriously though, those were some killer goals you made today. especially the far distance one you did, man, it got me sweating! how'd you do it?!" his freakishly big blue eyes peered at you, making you rub the back of your neck as you tried to recall that moment.

"uh... don't know, honestly. it just felt right at that moment and my legs moved on its own to score, i saw the opening and knew it was time." you tried your best to explain in order to give him the most accurate answer possible.

"so what you're saying is... you play based on intuition?" isagi's eyes widened, but, his shock only gained a mere shrug from you.

"guess so." you replied, making him let out a dry chuckle.

"fuck, you're more goated than i anticipated." his eyes glimmered with some odd sparks of a mix of inspiration but at the same time a hint of envy.

"now you're just buttering me up, if you think i'm gonna give you the charred sides of my steak today, it's not happening." you stuck your tongue out, making him let out a dramatic sigh.

"well, it was worth the try." he joked, making you playfully jab his side.

after practice and training sessions for the day ended, everyone had dinner as per usual. you sat with pretty much whoever you felt like you wanted to be around with that day. you were good friends with majority of the blue lock members, keeping a low profile and not really interested in creating unnecessary beef.

isagi wanted to be the best striker? great.

reo? awesome.

nagi? spectacular.

rin? fantastic.

you couldn't give two flying fucks about becoming the world's best striker. you were pretty much shoved into the whole situation by anri's big (creepy) puppy eyes. your friends knew about your whole recruitment process, earning you a mix of bustles of laughter along with some of them weirdly having more admiration towards you.

in short, you had no interest in becoming the best striker. it required too much thinking, too many friendship break ups, and so on.

as long as blue lock makes it to the world cup and wins, everything's peachy because anri got what she wanted from you.

dinner was over and it was still quite early for bed. you decided to go to the shared lounge space, where a big tv was installed in the middle of the room. you were bored and thought maybe you'd watch a movie or rewatch old match; whatever the hell was more interesting than being in the four walls of your shared room with nagi, yuki and rin.

you walked into the lounge area, only to be surprised by seeing all three of your roommates present.

"so now we're having group meetings without me?" you playfully snark, making yuki chuckle.

"me and nagi had a feeling you'd use your imaginary sixth eye to sense us here." he joked, making you laugh.

"they're actually my spidey senses, get it right. you guys being together always means being up to no good." you said before squishing yourself before rin and yuki, as nagi opted out to sit on the carpeted floor in front of your legs.

"yeah, we were coming up with strategies on how demolish the U-20 team." nagi lazily added onto the conversation, making you hum.

"oh, those guys. who's even on that team anyways? i was kinda asleep when ego was talking about it." you sheepishly smiled, making rin scoff.

"seriously? this game is an important debut for blue lock, and you're out here sleeping in meetings? dumbass." rin nagged, making you roll your eyes.

"jeez, sorry mr. perfect, i got tired 'kay? now stop leaving me in the dark and tell me more information about this team." you looked at the pair of teal eyes, trying to count how many under lashes he had in the meanwhile.

"it's japan's national team that's composed of the best japanese soccer players that are under the age of twenty. one them being the biggest pests in my life, itoshi sae." rin enlightened you, and you watched a slight darkened shift in his eyes as he mentioned the foreign name to you.

"itoshi sae? he shares your last name, your older brother?" you asked mindlessly, as you thought out loud.

"what do you think, smartypants?" rin deadpanned, giving you an obvious look, making you chuckle.

"sorry, i didn't wanna assume. listen, your family trauma is yours, buddy; i'm not here to mediate or play therapist, so you can be assured i won't dig further in. but, regardless, he's an opponent. so, just like everyone else, i'm gonna try my best to make sure we win." you offered an encouraging smile.

"whatever, this game is just a stepping stone for me. i'll prove to him just how good i am and make him eat his words." he spoke through gritted teeth.

after about an hour of socializing with your roommates, it was getting late and there was early morning training the following morning as per usual. so, you told your roommates to head back without you and you'd come a bit later; so you bid them goodnight.

after being alone in the lounge, you decided to do some research on this special specimen the entire blue lock facility has been bustling about; itoshi sae.

and with each click of a new article, interview or soccer match; you were horrified and mesmerized at the same time.

how can a human being be so cruel, brash, cocky... but so fluid, sharp and agile? he's worse than a criminal.

the way he shits on japanese soccer.

the way he's convinced that the best striker has yet to be born, let alone in japan.

the way he fucking plays... it's almost arousing; making adrenaline pump through your body as blood rushes all around your blood vessels.

what is this feeling?

this new profound inspiration, ambition and drive you're feeling?

god, why did you wanna suddenly have itoshi sae kneeling in front of you on the damn feild?!

you turned off the tv and decided to call it a night. while you were walking through the hallway in the direction of your room, you see a sleepy rin walking towards you.

"rin." you call out, making him look at you with half-lidded eyes.

"huh? jeez, you still didn't sleep? whatever, i don't have time for your jokes, i gotta piss real bad." rin tried to cut the conversation short, but you grabbed his wrist to stop him from leaving.

"wait. you need to hear me, rin. i don't know if you consider me as a friend or foe, not that i care, but i want you to know that i share the same vision as you." you looked at him with determined eyes, making him cock an eyebrow.

"the hell are you talking about, y/n?" he asked, confused.

"i don't know what kind of gold your brother is hiding that people want so bad. everyone is meat riding him, but i just don’t get it. yes, he has exceptional skills. but, in my eyes, he's just another nuisance of a midfielder who likes to show off." you sprinkled in some insults, but for some reason, that seemed to bother rin a little.

"listen, i hate that prick, but don't water down his play. he played in spain’s youth team and he’s competed against national teams. he’s not just any midfielder, he’s a prodigy, whether i like to admit it or not." rin weirdly defended (?) his brother.

"so he’s got a taste that soccer exists outside of japan, big deal. he’ll be tasting my ass when i crush him during the game." you smirked, making his eyes widen.

"do you know how much weight your words need to have to make a claim like that? you're so naive. anyone who wants to crush itoshi sae has to become the world's best striker; and that's my goal." he glared.

"rin, i don't need to become the world's best striker to crush your brother; 'cause i already am." you bodly stated, not even understanding yourself and where this confidence came from. but, rin looked rather shocked before an unknowing grin tugged on his lips.

without a doubt, talent runs in the itoshi family. both rin and sae possess a strong talent for soccer. although rin knows that he hasn’t leveled with sae yet, he was still very strong. 

that was until you came along. 

you waltzed your way onto the field, as if it was your personal ballroom floor and you danced with the players. you predicted everyone’s moves, while yours remained a mystery. 

rin could still remember how you painfully defeated him in one of the selections and to rub it in his face, you selected him on your team, basically calling him your bitch in other words. 

ouch. 

people underestimated your abilities because you were a woman, but many people in this same facility didn’t even have an ounce of your skill.

 (cough igaguri cough)

"i see, so this is your ego. i'll be looking forward to your play, y/n, and then we'll see if you can live up to your words or eat them." rin darkly chuckled, making you hum.

"night night, rin." you waved at him, deciding to release him from your shackles so he could go pee.

"yeah, yeah, g'night." he half-waved back, before you both went opposite directions.

suddenly, soccer became something that now intoxicated your mind.

---

"y/n!" you heard the familiar high-pitched voice, finishing putting on your jersey shirt as you turned around.

"oh, anri." you gave her a small wave, watching her approach you.

"ready for the game? i know maybe you didn't expect to come this far, but trust me, i envisioned this for you. listen, i know my desires of having you in the blue lock project was selfish of me, but you truly are a precious gem to us." anri spoke with a gentle voice, her words very powerful and encouraging.

of course, the auburn haired woman was expecting some kind of snarky remark or maybe even your eyes rolling at her; your typical responses because you didn't care much about the blue lock project or soccer to begin with.

what she didn't expect was for you to crack a smile, making her eyes widen.

"y'know, at times, i felt like purposely failing the training stages or mock matches; just so i could get out of here through elimination. but, for some odd reason, i couldn't. failure is not a part of my nature, anri. yes, i was forced into this, but it's 'cause i'm damn good at what i do. i was brought here with no internal purpose or passion for soccer, but, things changed over night. quite literally." you decided to give her a slice of your heart to offer some of your true emotions.

"this is different, y/n." her expression and tone was nothing less than pure shock.

"i found meaning in my place here at blue lock. i want to play the kind of soccer that doesn't just make me win, but, makes my blood course through my veins in excitement. i want to feel alive when playing it. now, i found someone who just might let me have that." you grin at her, brushing your hair. anri gave you a puzzled look, trying to think of who could possibly change your heart like this.

"who?" she asked, curiosity pouring out of her eyes.

"itoshi sae." you smirk.

---

“so hungry- ow! ow! ow!” you screamed in pain, trying to kick away nagi, who was helping you stretch out your legs before the game. the match would start in about tenish minutes. you were sprawled on the ground, both of your legs being parted into a split to help your muscles stretch. 

“almost done, stop being such a hassle.” nagi smacked your calves, making you glare at him as you continued to whine and fuss from the burn traveling all over your legs. thankfully, the torture was soon over. 

“alright you dusted lumps of talent, today’s match could be life changing for all of you if victory is brought onto blue lock. get into your positions and good luck to you all.” ego spoke and the doors opened, everyone walking outside into the large stadium. 

you heard people cheering at the top of their lungs, looking around to see the majority wearing and holding merch that branded itoshi sae’s name. you snorted in disbelief, rolling your eyes. 

“ass kissers.” you mumbled to yourself before continuing to walk to your place. you waited for the other team to come out and just on cue, they walked in. you quietely observed each one of them as you familiarized yourself with their traits. 

the person whom you’ve been waiting for finally arrived onto your dance floor, u-20′s number ten, itoshi sae. he felt your intense stare on him, turning his eyes to now look right back at you. you gave him a smirk before waving your hand at him, earning a cocked eyebrow from him as he just rolled his eyes at you before looking away. 

“how rude.” you huffed to yourself and before you knew it, the game began.

you ran to the center where the ball was freely rolling and even though a bunch of other players were running like a herd of buffalos at the ball, you knew they couldn’t get it. 

“you see the ball? well, now you don’t!” you giggled as you placed your foot in front of the ball before turning your feet, making the ball rotate as you kicked it backwards. 

as the ball was now running in the opposite direction, you swiftly jumped over aiku’s feet, running to chase the ball as your feet was bumping with it. you happily hummed, your eyes still aware of your surroundings as you noticed sendou and aiku now at your sides. 

“hey, pretty lady! that wasn’t very nice of you.” you look over at aiku who was coming towards you, extending his annoying long legs to overpower your movements. 

"bite me, snake." you smirked before noticing isagi at your peripheral vision, kicking the ball right between sendou's legs to pass it to your friend.

you panted, trying to catch your breath as you watched isagi getting in position as he tried to make the direct shot, only for it to be struck down. your eyes widened as you saw the player with blonde hair and pink tips use his head to stop the goal from going in. 

you read his name on his shirt, shidou. 

“what the hell.” you furrowed your eyebrows, running towards the previous formation as shidou passed the ball to the auburn haired male. sae surpressed isagi and chigiri’s speed and then with one quick motion, the ball hit the net. 

“that fucking blonde cockroach.” you heard rin swear under his breath, sweat drizzling down the sides of his face. 

this was going to be interesting. 

the match continued on and u-20 was in the lead. your legs practically felt like jelly, looking at the score board with read 3-3. majority of the goals were made by shidou or sae on the u-20 team, they were devouring everyone and anything in their way. 

as for blue lock, the first goal was made nagi, followed by barou and then isagi. both teams were now tied and slowly the 90 minute clock was running out; as there was only 20 minutes left.

this was the last chance, within those 20 minutes, a goal will be made and that team will take home victory.

fuck, you felt like throwing up.

you were getting pissed off, mainly because of the fact that the only person holding everyone back was rin. you knew that there was some kind of drama going on between the itoshi brothers, but rin wasn’t playing in the right state of mind. 

“rin, pass!” you yelled, watching him go berserk as he had his tongue out and was drooling. rin looked at you with a clouded look before snickering. 

“out of my fucking way, dumbass.” he shoved you away, rejecting to pass the ball to you when you were at a perfect range to shoot. you saw that his main goal was to go head on head with his brother, but that was ultimately a bad idea because sae was protected by shidou as back up. 

“y/n! you okay?” you heard reo ask as he ran besides you. 

“yeah, i’m fine. but, i don’t think rin is.” you breathed out, trying to catch up to rin who was running in full spped. suddenly, in an attempt to go around shidou, he accidentally kicked his leg when the both of them tried to kick the ball. 

“fuck.” you cursed, hearing the whistle blow. 

“itoshi rin, yellow card.” 

“idiot.” you murmured under your breath as you took this as a chance to steal the ball from rin. you were now in the middle of the feild and the goal was still in a pretty far distance for you to shoot. 

suddenly, you felt an arm over your chest in an attempt to block and delay your movement. you looked over to your side and your heart jumped in your chest as you met with the striking teal orbs of the star of the show; the player you've been looking forward to play against so much that you couldn't get a wink of sleep.

itoshi sae.

“my, my! didn’t your mommy teach you not to touch a woman without her permission? you’re naughty, sae.” you teased, trying your best to keep your leg ahead of his. you knew that sae’s main skill was his sharp shooting range and that if he somehow got control over the ball right now, it’d be game over. 

you watched over his moves through his game recordings numerous amount of times to predict his play style.

shamelessly, your eyes watched how his meaty and juicy thighs flexed while he ran. you couldn't help the feeling of your stomach tightening, as having such a handsome guy all up on you made your panties twist.

“shut it, you little minx.” sae grumbled, and just as you felt his legs coming to swing faster, you used your right foot to kick the ball to the side. 

“you-” he looked at you with wide eyes, only to receive a cocky smile. 

“see ya!” you finally able to escape him as your main concern was now to get past shidou who was guarding your shooting point. 

"so we meet again, girl. blue lock's ace, a woman, who's been taking the soccer world by storm." you heard shidou cackle as he hovered side to side. you chuckled, hitting him with fast dribbles.

“yeah and you’re about to find out why.” you grinned, kicking the ball directly upwards before leaping into the air, lightly swinging your feet at a calculated angle with a gentle impact. it was enough to make the ball fly past his shoulder, and you quickly ran around the distracted male to catch up with the ball.

the hardest obstacle was down.

"shit, you're cool as fuck, girl." shidou muttered under his breath, still in disbelief from the move you just pulled to move past his block.

in the distance, sae watched you like a hawk, amazed by your game tactic. 

it almost seemed as if you weren’t human as no one in this entire universe could’ve predicted you to do that. 

not even the prodigy himself. 

there was no way in hell any player could've passed that block with shidou and sendou cornering you.

damn, you literally defied the laws of physics.

you were still at a pretty far range to shoot, but, the goal was swarming with dangerous players who were firm to not let you have that opening.

"ah, how annoying." you sighed.

of course, your moves annoyed sae as he was now lunging towards you, trying to stop you from advancing any further. the auburn haired male was pissed, no, beyond pissed as he ran besides you.

“can’t get enough of me? you get me so excited, sae!” you exclaimed, watching him frown as he struggled to predict when the ball was going to move left or right based on your footwork. 

"just what are you, woman?! i've never met a player like you!" sae angrily spoke, panting while he tried to take control over the ball. you smirked, feeling like your heart was about to combust just from being acknowledged by him.

"are you falling in love with me?" you asked with a cheeky smirk.

"fucking brat." he scoffed.

“i’ll call this goal, ‘if i score, then sae gets to fuck this hole’, ‘kay?” you taunted and then what happened next was beyond shocking. 

you were in no position to shoot and strike a goal, the range was still far and the goal was blocked. shidou was advancing and you were slowly getting cornered with sae on your side and sendou advancing towards your other side.

but, it felt right.

no, no, it is right. this was the perfect timing, the perfect position-

the perfect moment to score a goal.

if you can't find an opening on the field, look above and create your own, that's your play style.

you diagonally cut through his run, making the tip of your feet scoop the ball as you kicked it in the air. another jump and now you were in the air, as you spun and swerved your body to the left, giving the ball a powerful kick. 

your eyes watched the ball zoom past the goal keeper’s head, hitting the net as you came back down on the ground. sae blinked dumbfoundedly at you, trying to process what the hell just happened. 

the crowd roared with cheers.

you collapsed on the ground, breathing heavy as the whistle blew, time was up and blue lock scored the winning goal thanks to you. before you could even register your win, you were swooped off the ground by your teammates as they huddled while lifting you in the air, a tsunami of praises and congratulations was showered on you.

“hm, wait. i’ll be back.” you patted nagi’s shoulder to usher him to put you down, as he carefully placed you back on the ground. 

you walked over to u-20′s players who were sitting on the grassy field, faces expressing scowls and sadness from their bitter defeat. yet, you saw sae standing unbothered as shidou was blabbering to him about some random nonsense, before noticing you approaching them. 

“oh, would you look at who came to pay us a visit.” shidou sneered, giving you narrowed eyes as you shrugged. 

“i'm not interested in you, blondie.” you snapped at him, making him slightly irritated by how you spoke to him.

sae didn’t want to become involved with this little feud you had going on with shidou, silently watching you both fuss and fight over today’s match. he had to admit, watching you play had riled him up. 

both sexually and mentally. 

the announcers were urgently instructing all players to evacuate the field as the game has been over since fifteen minutes ago. you heard your team members call your name, so you decided not to waste more time. 

"before i forget to keep my promise that i made with rin.” you remembered, your lips curling upwards cheekily. you placed your index and middle finger on sae’s lips as if you were hushing him, before bringing those two fingers to tap your butt cheek. 

“choo~” you smooched the air, watching sae’s jaw drop. shidou could slowly feel his blood boil and swore that if you weren’t a woman, then he would've long broke out into a fist fight with you. 

"bye-bye." you waved at sae before running the opposite direction to where your friends were standing. 

---

you entered the backstage of the stadium for only player entry. you were excited to finally get out of your uniform and take a cold shower after such an intense game. curious eyes were scanning for blue lock's locker room as you hummed a little tune, until someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into some room. 

“what the f-” you yelped, only to have your words be muffled as the person clamped their hand over your mouth. you looked up and saw that it was sae, looking down at you with sharp teal eyes. 

“well, well, well. just the person i've been waiting for.” he snarked, his voice sending chills down your spine. you realized that you were in u-20's locker room with him. your hands quickly came up to peel his hand off of your mouth. 

“the hell is wrong with you? someone might come inside and get the wrong idea.” you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to turn your heels and leave the bathroom. however, with one swift motion, you were now pinned against the door as sae caged you between his arms. 

"you've been annoying the shit out of me ever since i've known about your existence. i've watched the recorded tapes of your mock games at blue lock and though the other players never stood out to me... you were always the odd one out. the way you'd play on the field like you had no fucking clue the hell you were doing but at the same time; it felt like you outsmarted everyone. i can't believe i fell into that trap today even after analyzing you to the core." he bitterly spat out, making you look at him with bored eyes.

"listen, mr. prodigy, i get it that this might be your first loss; but taking it out on me won't change the scores." you nonchalantly replied, somehow making his skin burn in anger even more.

"you’ve got some real talent, I’m not gonna deny that. but your little hat-tricks are a bit immature, aren’t they?” he questioned, making you shrug.

"as long as my team's winning, i don't care." you answered, making him chuckle, the corner of his lips lifting up slightly at your bold proclamation.

"hah! that’s a dangerous mindset. arrogance isn’t always a good look for a player. but i gotta admit, it fits you.” sae sneered, a smirk etched on his lips.

"confidence not arrogance, don't get it twisted." you corrected him, shooting a glare at him.

“oh, really? confidence, hm? or maybe you’re just in denial about being a little arrogant?” he continued to taunt you, making you darkly chuckle.

"go back to school and learn the difference, sae. i can tell you're lacking up here since you went to spain so early. poor you." you pouted, jabbing at his temple.

"yeah? let's talk about you, miss. yale. you wanted to become a doctor, no? only to end up as ego's puppet for blue lock. poor you." sae mocked your words, his insult made your jaw lock.

"how the fuck do you know that?" you said through gritted teeth, his face glimmering with amusement.

"i have a good sense of every player's background to know how much of a pain in my ass they're gonna be during a game." he cockily remarked, making you roll your eyes.

"oh please, you're like the soccer princess, always getting his way. you stupid dumb brat, always wanting stuff and getting it 'cause you're a lump of talent who went international as a youth. you whisked away shidou from our team, who's gonna be your next BL victim?" you scoffed, shoving him off of you to place some distance between you two.

"excuse me? that’s a bit rich coming from you. i do have talent, yes, but i’ve worked hard for it. you don’t know what i had to go through to get where i am now, so don’t act like you know everything about me." sae’s smirk fades slightly, replaced by a look of annoyance at your harsh words.

"uh-huh. so, you cried to your management that you wouldn't play in u-20 against BL unless you could pick whichever BL player you want to join you? how lame. you think you're the best?" you asked, voice laced with irritation from how much he was pissing you off.

"i didn’t ‘cry to my management’, they just know what i have to offer. and yes, i do think i’m the best. i’ve proven it on the field time after time.” he stepped closer to you, now hovering above you with his annoyingly tall height.

damn the itoshi brothers for inheriting such good genes.

"i heard it with my own ears. when ego and your managers were having that meeting, i happened to pass by the conference room. you're quite the brat. aren't you supposed to be the older itoshi?" you poked fun at him, giggling a little at the end.

"you… you eavesdropped on the meeting? and you’re still throwing a fit? how immature can you be? it was a strategic decision and you know it. picking the right players to my advantage is part of the game. you’re just mad that i chose shidou.” sae scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"mad? hah! don't make me laugh. you could have the pink tip blonde freak for all i care! listen, itoshi, i could win with or without shidou being on my team, got it? i'm damn fucking good at what i do, 'cause if i wasn't, then my ass would've been halfway across the globe by now. i'm the muse to this whole orchestra out of all you mediocre artists. strategic decision? seems more like a cry for help. what are you? five? picking and trading toys? please, give me a break. i'd rather quit soccer than have you make me your bitch." you angrily spewed at him, making his eyes narrow at your words.

sae is stunned into silence for a moment, taken aback by your fierce and fiery declaration. he takes a moment to process your words, before responding with a sharp edge to his voice.

"you got an awfully talkative mouth, huh? ever thought of putting that mouth to some good use than spewing all this bullshit?" he harshly squished your cheeks together with his hand, making you wince a little.

"sorry that i can't match your brattiness, it's not in my nature to act like a lukewarm spoiled brat." your words were slightly muffled, but it rang clear in his ears, especially the familiar word you picked up most likely from his younger brother.

"lukewarm, hm? did my shit of a little brother teach you that? you seem to be close to him, having the nerve to approach me after the game and pull that little stunt of yours to keep the so-called promise you made to him. what kinda promise? that you'd make me kiss your ass?" sae cocked an eyebrow, peering down at you as you couldn't help but count his under lashes.

"it was just a stupid joke, you don't have to act like i shoved the damn soccer ball up your ass." you rolled your eyes, making him let out a dry chuckle.

"nah, it's not that. it's just... you seem to be a woman of your words; but you're forgetting the promise you made to me." he smirked at you, his eyes darkening with lust.

"what?" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion momentarily.

you tried to recall what you even said to him. when you’re on the field, you tend to spew out random shit from your mind and mouth, not thinking twice about it. 

“you scored the winning goal, didn’t you?” sae helped you remember, his hands coming down to wrap around your waist before he pressed himself on you. 

“i’ll call this goal ‘if i score, then sae gets to fuck this hole’, ‘kay?”

your words rang in your mind loud and clear, your eyes widening in shock as you realized what you’ve done. sae noticed you expression, his smirk widening as he knew that you were all bark and no bite. 

but, that’s what made you seem more alluring to him. 

“whimping out, sweetheart?” he said, a fake pout forming on his lips. what he didn’t expect is your arms wrapping around his neck before harshly pulling him towards your face. you crashed your lips on him, roughly kissing the soft-pillow like flesh. 

“you said it, i’m a woman of my words, sae. besides, not everyone gets the chance to fuck the world’s best striker, y'know. so, you’re welcome.” you grinned against his lips before playfully biting down on his lower lip. 

"you vixen." he whispered against your lips, warm breath fanning over yours before he locked you in another searing kiss. your fingers weaved through his soft auburn hair, following the rhythm of his lips. sae's hand was still cupping your jaw, keeping you in place as he tilted his face slightly to the side, the new angle allowing him to kiss you deeper.

you felt his thigh intrude between your legs, spreading you open as he rubbed his muscular quad against your clothed pussy. the small friction alone was providing enough stimulation to your throbbing clit that made you gasp a small moan; making him smirk against your lips before cheekily using the provided entrance to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

you felt the wet muscle gently poking yours occasionally before slowly wrapping around your tongue. the wet sounds of your mixed salivas and mingling tongues followed by the smooch noise echoed throughout the empty locker room; making your pussy drip with arousal.

your head was spinning, both from sae's intoxicating cologne along with the heated kiss. your face was flushed and your brain was practically turned into mush.

you sucked on his bottom lip before giving it a gentle nibble. the both of you soon pulled away, breathing heavy from the lack of oxygen due to the breath-taking makeout session you just had; a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips.

fuck, he looked so sexy like this.

sae's hair was dishevealed, cheeks tinted with a slight pink, teal eyes half-liddedly staring at yours like a sly siren and his lips plump from the intense kissing.

he leaned forwards, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your jawline before moving down to your neck. your mouth was slightly agape, soft whimpers ocassionally slipping out of your lips as you felt him kiss and lick the soft flesh of your neck. he gently bit down before suckling the area, making your breath hitch.

"h-hey! you're gonna leave a mark." you stuttered, but sae couldn't find it in him to care. in fact, the thought of him marking you up everywhere sent blood straight to his cock; making him impossibly even harder than he already was.

"so? i don't see the problem. what if i want all the other players to know i claimed you as mine?" he spoke in a low tone, almost as soft and alluring as a whisper. you could feel him rub the bridge of his nose against your neck; sending goosebumps all over your body.

"i don't belong to anyone." you meekly responded, though you tried to sound as stern as possible; obviously failing to do so. sae let out a dry chuckle, finding your answer a bit amusing.

"oh really? i'm hurt. you pulled out so many cool tricks from your sleeve during the game, flirted with me on the field, saying lewd things to me before scoring, promised my little brother to have me kiss your ass... all of that just for me to notice you, no?" he teased, his hands going south as he traced the outline of your hips before harshly pushing them down, making you grind against his thigh.

"f-fuck." you moaned, feeling yourself getting wetter by his actions. however, sae wasn't complaining, seeing how your facial expressions were twisting with pleasure made his mind fog up with lust.

"bet you were thinking about this while playing on the field. imagining all sort of naughty things you'd want me to do to you, hm? god, never would've expected blue lock's ace to be... such a slut." he snickered, his hands moving behinds to give your ass a firm squeeze followed by a harsh spank; making you yelp.

"i wasn't!" you tried to defend yourself, finding a convincing voice by shooing away your horny thoughts.

"you sure about that, princess?" sae grins, his hand cupping your clothed pussy before using his slender fingers to rub against your slit. he could feel your wetness, making him scoff.

"you're dripping and still have the nerve to lie to my face? there's two things i hate in this world. number one is losing and the second thing is liars; two things which you already violated. i should punish you, no?" he darkly chuckled, before pulling you back into a mind-blowing kiss.

"wha.." you tried to comprehend what his words meant, but it seemed that he preferred to show you.

"strip." sae mumbled under his breath, tugging at the waistband of your shorts. you swallowed harshly, trying to clear your head and maybe push him away.

you knew this was wrong!

it was one thing teasing and riling each other up on the field, but fucking your enemy? what would your team members think if they ever found out?

holy shit, what would rin think?!

but, fuck, it felt so right.

you couldn't deny the fact that sae made you feel so hot and bothered, both on and off the field. and the way he was towering over you with his staggering height and angelic yet demanding voice.

you were under his spell; unable to resist anymore... not that you were in the first place.

you grabbed the hem of your jersey before peeling it off of your body, a small sheen of sweat covering your body made your skin glisten under the dim lights of the air-conditioned locker room. you threw your shirt to the side before sliding off your shorts; the last article of uniform meeting the same fate as your jersey on the floor.

you now stood exposed in your half-naked glory; in a pair of baby blue laced panties with a matching bra to go with it. sae's eyes followed your movements with striking anticipation, trained on your body as he shamelessly drank in the sight of your beauty.

you were perfect in every shape and form.

your body was lean and fit, lacking muscle mass unlike other players; but you were toned. his eyes focused on how your tits sat so prettily within the cups of your bra, making his hands itch to hold them instead. his eyes trailed down, being able to see your beautiful plump round ass even from the side; he wanted to touch the soft bare flesh so bad.

after all, it was his biggest fetish.

sae took slow strides towards you, predatory eyes never leaving your body as he hovered above you. he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes while his other hand danced along your spine; pulling you close to him.

you smelled so feminine and sweet; like a subtle peach scent.

"you have no idea what you do to me and it's driving me insane because i wanna ruin you." he confessed, making you give him a sly smirk.

"then what's stopping you?" you boldly replied, and it seemed as if the gears in his brain stopped working.

"damn right." without another word, he grabbed the back of your thighs and swiftly lifted you up in his arms. you wrapped your legs around his waist, arms lacing around his neck as you kissed the side of his neck and peppered his face with soft kisses. he chuckled, giving your ass a light spank while walking over to the bench, sitting down while you straddled his lap.

you noticed he was still fully clothed, making you pout. he cocked an eyebrow in confusion at your expression.

"why am i the only one naked? take off your clothes too." you huffed out, making him laugh.

"how rude of me. why don't you take the honors of stripping me then, princess." he rubbed the palm of his hand along your sides, making a shiver run down your spine.

you nod obediently, you hand reaching down with fingers hooking under the hem of his jersey. you lifted the article of clothing above his head, revealing more and more of his extremely toned and muscular body with each heightened inch of the fabric. you threw away the shirt to the side, eager hands now touching the soft flesh of his bare chest. your eyes shamelessly wandered, noticing how defined his abs were, his pecs looked so juicy and plump, broad shoulders and his biceps were so fucking thick it made you wonder how it'd feel for them to lock you in a headlock.

you scooted off his lap, standing up before grabbing his wrist to pull him off the bench and follow your steps. you grabbed the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down; now leaving him in his calvin klein boxers; your eyes going down and noticing the prominent bulge inbetween his thick muscular thighs.

fuck, you just knew he was long and thick from how big the bulge was.

your mouth was salivating, wanting... no, needing a taste of him. you were about to drop down to your knees, only to be halted by sae as he grabbed your hands.

"not yet. bad girls don't deserve my cock in their mouth without paying for their punishment first." sae grinned, pulling you back on the bench as he sat down.

"bend over." he blurted, patting his thigh. your eyes widened, wondering just what was up his sleeve.

you gulped, crawling over his lap as you used the palm of your hands to support you, as you were now bent over his thighs. his palm gently caressed the dome of your ass, you shuddered as you felt his feather-like touches.

"what a beautiful ass you have, darling." he lewdly complimented, making your knees weak as your panties dampened from his words.

"t-thanks.." you squealed when you felt a tight slap on your cheek, making you jolt. sae smirked at your reaction, squeezing the abused flesh afterwards.

"i knew you were gonna be an interesting player, just by the shape of this pretty little ass of yours." sae spoke in a seductive tone, making you clear your throat as you looked back at him.

"seems more like an excuse for you to be a pervert." you snarked, earning another harsh spank on your ass cheek; making you wince.

"careful with that mouth of yours, princess. pervert or not, yours is hard to miss when you're flaunting it to me." he scoffed, groping the supple fat in his palms.

"now, let's see how much you really know about me." sae smirks before leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your ass; making you gasp at the soft gesture.

"huh?" you breathed out.

"what's the number on my jersey?" he suddenly questioned, making you give him a puzzled look.

"10." you responded, making him smile.

"good, that's exactly how many times i'm gonna spank this sweet ass of yours. so, better keep count in case i accidentally miscount." sae sadistically smirked at you, playfully biting your ass cheek before giving it a wet smooch; making you tremble and his ministrations didn't even start.

you were facing away from him, heart pounding in your chest and then came the first impact.

smack!

it was a tight spank, making your body jolt as the pain spread into a sadistic pleasure across your body.

"one." you muttered, swallowing down a moan.

"keep hiding your moans and i'll double it." he threatened, making your eyes widen as you shook your head.

then came the second slap, making your thighs clench as the impact sent shock-waves right between your legs. you whimpered in pain and pleasure, closing your eyes as your knees shook beneath you. god, you were aching for him to touch you, even if it meant this.

"t-two." you breathed out.

"good." sae teasingly praised, rubbing his palm on the now warm surface of your ass cheek, making you shake.

but, it didn't last long until the third spank came down on you.

then the fourth... fifth... sixth... seventh... eighth... ninth...

each slap getting slightly louder and harder, making you moan like a bitch in heat as your skin tingled from the harsh impact. you were heaving, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to muster the strength to keep yourself lifted and not collapse on his thighs.

"last one, gotta make it count, right?" you could feel him sadistically smirk, patting the bruised flesh.

sae slapped your ass once more, making you gasp as you felt him squeeze the supple fat of your cheek right afterwards before giving it a few gentle spanks all around; making you cry out.

"ten!" you cried, looking back at him with a dazed look, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

sae took a moment to drink in the sight in front of him. your back arched, ass in his face as the bruised red-plump flesh was warm against the palm of his hand, your begging face and disheaveled state; it made him wanna toy around with you even more.

"what a good girl you are, y/n." he peppered feather like kisses on your ass, making you bite your lips as you tried to contain yourself.

"please.. please, stop teasing. i-i can't anymore." you embarrassingly begged him, making him grin.

"you can't? how unfortunate. i guess we should stop then." sae suddenly proclaimed, shrugging as he pulled you up to sit on the bench, the cold material of the hard wood making contact with your warm spanked ass made you wince as it stung. but, you were quick to wrap your hand around his bicep, stopping him.

"n-no! that's not what i meant." you licked your lips, crawling back on his lap as you kissed his jaw.

"then tell me what you want, princess." he whispered in your ear, playfully biting your earlobe, sending chills all over your body.

"touch me... i want you to touch me, sae. i need you so bad." you cupped his face, looking into his glimmering teal eyes. it was a bad habit, but you couldn't help but count his damn under lashes.

"yeah? want me to play with that naughty pussy of yours, hm? bet she's dripping for me." he lewdly spoke, making you nod as your brain was no longer in your head but your pussy.

"m-mhm, so wet for you, sae. need you to touch it, pretty please?" you kissed his neck, before giving it a gentle bite followed by a teasing kitten lick.

"okay, since you asked so nicely, cariño." sae gave you a boyish smile, the spanish term of endearment slipping off his tongue so seductively.

he placed his hands on the sides of your waist, gently turning you around so that your back was against his chest. sae leaned down, kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, licking your skin before biting down gently.

you gasped, your hand going behind his head to find purchase in his hair. his hands came up, roughly pushing the cups of your bra down, making your tits spill out. his eyes widened, mouth salivating at the site of your perky nipples swelling from being neglected.

"you're driving me insane." sae cursed under his breath, his hands now cupping your tits as he gave them both a gentle squeeze. you moaned from the sudden fondling, breathing becoming irregular.

he rolled your buds between his index and thumb, giving them both a slight pinch; making you swallow hard. you squirmed in his hold, getting a bit antsy.

"patience." he warned, making you whine.

sae's slender fingers moved down, ghosting along your hips before hooking under the waistband of your panties. with one swift motion, he pulled the laced fabric down your legs, lightly throwing them to the side.

your breath hitched at the sudden exposure, cold air hitting you right between your legs, making you automatically clench your thighs together. however, your actions displeased the auburn haired male, making him slap your thigh.

"you want me to touch you or no? spead your legs, girl." sae commanded, making you shyly widen the gap, but not fast enough as his patience was wearing thin.

he opened his legs a little wider, forcing your own to follow in suit as your legs were drapped over his. a satisfied smirk ghosted on his lips as he peered down.

"spread your lips open, cariño, let me see her." sae took your hand, guiding it to your wet cunt.

you followed his order, using your index and middle finger to spread your pussy open, making him shamelessly look at the mess between your legs. your wetness was coating your slit, webbing on your sopping folds as he could see your swollen clit peaking out.

"hmm... beautiful, such a pretty pussy. give her a little spank." he kissed the side of your head, your eyes widening at his request.

"huh?" you stammered, making him glare at you.

"go on, spank her. 'cause if i do it, then it won't stop at one." sae threatened, making you swallow the lump in your throat. your hand shakily hovered above your dripping cunt before giving it a wet slap, making you jolt from the impact, a moan escaping your throat.

"another one." he egged further, and you followed.

"ngh, sae." you slurred out his name, leaning against his chest as your heart raced.

his hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your head to the side to give him access to your lips. sae crashed his lips onto yours, knocking the wind from your lungs. his free hand trailed downwards, grazing against your hand that was inbetween your thighs.

sae replaced your fingers with his, the pad of his index finger gently caressing your clit. you moaned in his mouth, feeling his finger run up and down your wet slit. he began to rub your clit at a leisurely pace, making your eyes roll back from the stimulation.

he was so good at multitasking, ensuring that his lips continued to mold onto yours; tongues dancing in a fierce battle. he sucked and licked your lips, not giving you time to breathe.

without warning, you felt the tip of his finger brushing against your hole. you gasped, feeling it protrude in the tight opening.

"s-sae!" you moaned out his name, feeling him thrust his finger in, your warm wet walls clamping down on his digit.

"shit, you're so tight. how you gonna fit the real deal, princess?" he chuckled, thrusting his finger back and forth to loosen you up before adding a second one.

you didn't really have a long history of sexual partners, you weren't a virgin, but your experience in sex was still pretty lowly average. of course, you'd masturbate and get yourself off.

but, you never really had the chance to do it after entering blue lock because privacy was very limited when you're sharing rooms and bathrooms with other players.

sae scissored his fingers in and out, your slippery walls making it a little easier for him to glide his digits inside. the room was filled with the wet sounds of him fucking his fingers into your hole; your legs trembling and you breathed heavily while moaning his name.

"sae! f-fuck, oh my god... hnghh-" you felt his pace increase, his free hand massaging your tits, pinching the neglected pebble.

the whole scene looked like something straight out of a porno.

you're spread out on his lap, his hand inbetween your thighs as three of his fingers were working their way fucking in and out of your messy whole, your juices leaking out onto the bench, tits splayed out while being fondled with his hand; while his lips ocassionally pulled you into sloppy kisses.

"w-wait! fuck, it's too much!" you cried out, your hand shooting down to grab at his wrist, but the pressure you applied was nothing compared to his strength.

"you can take it. come on, cariño, make a mess for me." sae encouraged, keeping the brutal pace of his fingers as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. you felt the tightening sensation in your core, face heating up as your eyes shut tight; knees growing week as you cried out in pleasure.

what both you and sae didn't expect was that you squirted everywhere.

"there we go." he praised, slowly thrusting his digits in and out now, his hand drenched in your juices which were now dripping down your thighs and onto the bench.

"god damn..." you mumbled under your breath, trying to calm down from the high. you were still dazed out, feeling the loss of contact as he pulled his finger out; wet and webbed with your cum as you looked up at him.

sae gave you a sly smirk, bringing his cum covered fingers to his lips before pushing them in his mouth, sucking your juices off. your eyes widened at his actions.

"so sweet." he commented, watching your eyes cloud with lust.

"have a taste, princess." sae's fingers cupped your wet cunt, running his fingers against your slit to get them wet again, making you wimper as he grazed against your sensitive clit. he brought his hand up to your lips, watching you open your mouth as he shoved his fingers in, pressing his digits down on your tongue while you suckled them; tasting yourself.

"you're so cute when your mouth isn't yapping nonstop. i knew we could put that mouth to some better use." he snickered from above you, making you roll your eyes and you playfully bit down on his fingers.

"heh, as expected... always so feisty." he grinned, leaning down to press a soft yet teasing kiss on your lips. you smirked into the kiss, a cheeky finger going down to hook under the waistband of his boxers, slinging it against his stomach; earning a groan from his lips.

"off." you blurted out, making him chuckle.

"eager are we?" he taunted, watching you stand up and wait for him to slip out of his boxers.

once he did, god, you weren't expecting any less.

you oggled at the sight, he was fucking hung to say the least; standing at least a good eight inches. his cock was long and thick, balls hanging heavy and his blush colored tip oozed with beads of precum. your mouth watered and without any hesitation, you dropped to your knees.

your hand was barely able to wrap around his girth, holding onto his hard cock firmly. you saw his jaw clench, shuddering under your touch as you began to slide your hands up and down his shaft. you thumbed at leaky tip, spreading the oozing precum before bringing your thumb up to your lips, licking it while looking up at the gorgeous man before you.

"fuckin' tease." sae grumbled, his hand pushing away the loose strands of hair cascading on your face, tucking it behind your ear to get a good look at your pretty face. he unclasped your bra before throwing it over to the side, hating how it was getting in the way.

a single vein ran up the underside of his cock, your tongue tracing its outline before wrapping your lips around the tip of his dick. your tongue circled around the sensitive flesh before shoving more of his length down your throat. a guttural moan escaped his mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head closer.

"fuckkkk... just like that, pretty girl." he groaned out, looking down at you bobbing up and down his hard cock. of course, he was so big that you couldn't fit all of it in your mouth. so, whatever was left behind, you made sure to have your hand do the pleasing.

sae felt like his dick was gonna burst any moment, never feeling this kind of intense pleasure before; and he's had his fair share of experience with women.

but you? no, you were different.

you knew how to push his buttons, how to rile him up, how to toy with him... fuck, you knew him.

the way you twisted your hands along the base of his shaft, fondling with his balls ocassionally, while your mouth was doing wonders. the way your wet muscle suckled and licked his tip, your throat tightening as you swallowed his dick; it drove him to the edge.

"god, you're so perfect. so good, s-shit, i'm gonna cum." sae moaned, grabbing the sides of your head as he began to thrust his hips forwards, throat fucking you. your eyes widened, grabbing onto his thighs as you tried to match his rhythm, gagging on his length as tears welled in your eyes.

"fuck, fuck, fuck! take it, shit, take it all." he breathed heavily, pushing your mouth as far as you could take him, holding you there as his cock twitched in your mouth; sticky white ropes of cum painting your throat.

you swallowed as much as you could, releasing his cock with a lewd pop, but he wasn't done cumming.

fuck, he cums so much.

sae jerked his cock on top of your face, the warm liquid coating your cheeks as you closed your eyes, some of it dripping down to the valley between your tits.

you opened your eyes with a fucked out expression, lazily smirking as you scooped some of his cum from your tits before sucking it off your finger. sae watched you with his mouth slightly open, his slightly limp cock now hardening again.

"god, you dirty fuckin' girl." he lowly chuckled, using his thumb to smear his cum on your cheek before scooping some and placing his thumb on your tongue.

"yummy." you giggled, licking his thumb.

"c'mere." sae pulled you up, tapping the underside of your thigh to usher you to jump. you followed, feeling his arms hooking under your thighs to securely hold you; your legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck.

you felt his dick sliding between your folds, making you whimper as he walked further inside the locker room towards where the showers were. he opened one of the stalls, stepping in before locking the door behind him.

sae turned on the water, the warm water running down both of your bodies. his hands came up to cup your face, slowly washing away your cum-stained face as his fingers gently rubbed against your skin.

"you're so pretty, princess. even when you're covered in my cum." sae smirked, making you chuckle.

"yeah?" you smiled, a soft blush creeping up to your cheeks. he hummed in response, leaning down to press soft kisses on the wet skin of your tits, before popping one of them in his mouth.

"sae.." you softly breathed out, pulling him closer as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, suckling gently while cupping your ass.

"okay, no more of these games. i need you, y/n." he confessed, releasing your nipple from his mouth before pinning you on the wall. sae lifted one of your thighs, taking a hold of his cock as he began to rub the tip of it along your slit.

"fuckkk.." you cursed, the delicious feeling on his tip brushing against your clit provided you with so much pleasurable stimulation. despite the warm water, sae could feel your slick coating his cock with every push and grind of his meaty cock between your glistening folds.

the tip of his dick poked at your entrance, making your breath hitch. sae began to slowly push the tip in, making you wince in pain as he released a breath he didn't even realize he was holding.

"g-god, you gotta relax, cariño. you're so damn tight." sae groaned, gently thrusting his tip in and out of your hole. you moaned against the flesh of his neck, pleasure pumping in your veins. suddenly, he pulled out completely before with one swift and hard thurst; ramming in his whole length, making you scream in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"shhh... it's okay, pretty girl. look at you taking me so well, how slutty." he reassured you in the most lewd way possible, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he began to quicken the pace of his thrusts. you could feel his cock swelling with blood inside your velvety slick walls, the single vein deliciously rubbing your insides.

"nghh, sae! f-faster, please." you begged, your mind clouded in a fucked out haze as you couldn't even form coherent sentences. however, sae was equally as consumed in pleasure as you, giving into your requests as his grip on you was firm, fucking into you at a brutal speed.

the room was filled by gasping breaths, the wet slapping noises of skin going pap! pap! pap! and of course the combined harmonization of you two horny fucks moaning.

suddenly, the locker room door flung open, followed by the noisy chatter of his teammates.

your eyes widened as you looked at sae, who had stopped his movement and had an almost copy-paste expression as you.

"huh? the shower is still going." aiku took note as footsteps drew closer to the showers.

red alarms went off in both of your heads as sae quickly lifted you in his arms, trying to erase the evidence of having another person in the stall with him.

"who's in there?" sendo asked, making sae roll his eyes.

"it's me, you half-witted monkey." sae calmly replied, rolling his eyes when he heard aiku cackle at his comment.

"no wonder why we missed you, little genius." aiku teased, making sae huff out in annoyance.

you were praying to god that they left soon because you were still quite literally impaled on sae's hard cock, clinging onto him for dear life so that your legs aren't spotted beneath the stall.

"you think you're so high and mighty, huh? mr. prodigy. but, just so you know, i've been a long-term player on this team and i've devised many plans with aiku! so have some respect." sendo snickered, his voice echoing in the locker room.

you felt sae shift, his cock rubbing against your walls from the movement making you bite down on your lower lip to contain the moan that was itching to leave your throat. he noticed, an evil smirk tugging at his lips.

"yeah? and what good was brought during today's game under your useless leadership?" sae taunted, now rocking his hips back and forth, lightly swinging you forwards as your eyes widened at his movements.

the tip of his cock kissed your sweet spot, making your eyes screw shut as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"what did you say to me, you freak?! the scores of today's game was out of our control! nobody could've predicted that weird girl's movements." sendo complained, anger projecting towards you.

"blaming your incompetence on someone else's skills is not a good look, captain's ass-kisser. maybe you should look at your own faults before dragging person b." he defended your name, continuing to thrust in you slow but hard, making you bite down on his shoulder as your nails dug in his back.

sae let out a low breathy moan, which was muffled under the sound of the pouring shower; only allowing you to hear it by your ear.

"hey, hey, stop. no more fighting, guys. what's done is done, we can't change the scores. that girl has some powerful talent, no one can deny it; and it must be true if the prodigy himself admits it. anyways, we're gonna be on the bus, so finish your shower soon." aiku mediated and soon the both of them left as their footsteps disappeared; the locker room door slamming shut.

you lifted your head and faced the older itoshi, a glare shooting at him. however, he didn't seem to be bothered as he gave you a small grin.

"you think this is funny?! your team members were literally on the other side of this stall door, sae! we could've gotten caught." you nagged, making him roll his eyes.

"relax, they didn't see anything. now, let's continue where we left off." he settled you down, his dick slipping out of you as he turned you around. your tits were now pressed against the wall, his flushes body pressed against your back as you felt him grind his cock against your ass, a cheeky hand coming down to grope the supple fat before giving it a small slap.

"p-put it in." you whined, still a bit pissed off from getting cockblocked by his stupid team members.

sae chuckled at your impatience, but decided to not tease you on it. in one fluid motion, he thrusted his cock inside your wet hole.

"hnghh.. sae.." you moaned, feeling him fondling with your tits while pressing feather light kisses on the expanse of your shoulder. his thrusts were much more sharper and faster than before as he grew desperate to chase that feeling before you both got walked-in on.

your cunt was wet and dripping onto his shaft, the sheer length of his thick cock was gliding smoothly in and out of your warm walls. sae could feel you clamp down on him, hugging his dick as he continued to fuck you at a brutal pace.

"fuckkk, feels so good." he moaned next to your ear, his hand coming up to cup your face and tilt it back, leaning down to pull you into a sloppy kiss full of tongue and the clash of teeth.

his tip grazed your g-spot, making your knees tremble as you cried out in pleasure. your core tightened, feeling his cock twitching in your pussy, indicating that he was close.

"shit, gonna cum... you want that? want me to fill you up? stuff you to the brim and make you my bitch?" sae groaned, pressing ocassional kisses on the sides of your jaw.

"yes! yes! fuck, please, make me your bitch. cum inside of me!" you begged, face contorting in pleasure as you began to see white, eyes screwed shut as you panted.

you were so close, feeling like you were gonna burst. sae's free hand came down, rubbing your clit to add onto the stimulation, making you shake.

"cum for me, cariño." he whispered as he continued to fuck into you, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing throughout the showers. a guttural moan ripped out of your throat as you creamed all over his cock, drenching his shaft in your fluids before feeling him momentarily speed up his thrusts; sending you into overstimulation. a ring of white cream forming at the base of his dick.

"s-sae! too much, oh my-" you cried out, before feeling his warm and sticky cum coating your walls, fucking it deep inside you. the sensation alone was enough to make chills run down your spine. sae held you close, his grip on your firm and tight as he held you in place, sloppily and lazily shoving his cum deeper into your wet cunt.

"fuck... god damn, you're something." he panted, swallowing hard before pulling you into a soft kiss.

yeah, scoring that goal was definitely worth it.

---

after you both cleaned up and finished actually showering, you realized that all your shit was in the locker room designated for blue lock. you sighed in annoyance as you stepped out of the stall, body wrapped in a towel as sae was still naked with only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

"i'm so screwed. i don't even have my clothes to wear back outside." you grumbled, making him look in your direction.

"blue lock's locker room is right next door, just run there." sae suggested, making you roll your eyes.

"wow, thank you so much, genius. there's like cameras everywhere in the halls and my team members might still be there." you rolled your eyes, hearing him chuckle.

"yeah, then i guess you are screwed." he smirked, making you glare at him.

"and who's fault is that?"

"not mine."

"you pulled me in here and actually screwed me. now i'm double screwed, you horny fuck!"

"and? don't say you didn't want it as bad as i did."

"well at least i have self-control."

"right, says the one who was slobbing on my dick."

"sae!"

your face was now covered in a blush from his crude words, watching him dry his body before reaching for his clothes. you took this as an opportunity to slap his ass.

spank!

"did you just-" his jaw dropped, looking at you with wide eyes as you stood there giggling.

"serves you right." you stuck out your tongue and you saw his eyes darken as an evil smirk tugged on his lips.

"oh, so you wanna play like that, huh? seems like ten wasn't enough for you? c'mere." he began to walk closer to you, making your heart drop as you quickly clutched onto your towel and ran as fast as you could out of the locker room; faintly hearing his chuckle echoing behind you.

"fucking psycho." you breathed out in slight fear, the door slamming behind you as you walked towards blue lock's locker room. that was until-

"oh, y/n! what are you doing out here?" anri's voice rang clear in your head as she stepped out of blue lock's locker room. you began to panic, what the hell were you supposed to say?!

"o-oh, anri! what are you doing here?" you nervously laughed, making her cock an eyebrow.

"i was doing a final check and realized everyone else is on the bus except you. mind telling me what's going on?" she pointed her pen at your clearly naked form.

"o-oh, yeah, uhm. our locker room was full 'cause the guys were showering, so i decided to use u-20's since their team started loading their buses first and it was empty." you explained and just because god's timing had to be so precise; sae fucking walked out.

he noticed you getting interrogated, thinning his lips to prevent himself from laughing his ass of at you.

you noticed him from the corner of your vision, glaring at him as he snorted. anri saw him, the both of them doing a mutual bow before he left, looking back you with a smirk.

that fucking piece of sh-

"y/n?" anri called out again.

"h-huh?" you refocused yourself on her.

"then why are you still naked?" she asked.

"ah, right, i forgot to take my clothes with me." you tried to sound as convincing as possible.

"uh-huh. and i suppose those marks are from the game?" she smirked, pointing her pen at your chest and neck, heat rushing to your face.

"a-anri, i can explain! it's not what you think, i promise." you horribly lied, making her chuckle.

"right... anyways, go get changed and meet us on the bus. by the way, that was an amazing goal. blue lock couldn't have won without you. so, yeah, you deserved to treat yourself." anri winked at you, making you internally scream in embarrassment.

she was your manager for fucks sake!

"ahahah, right... i'm gonna go get dressed. see you in a bit." you quickly excused yourself to get dress.

fuck you, sae itoshi.

literally.

---

after returning back to the blue lock facility, you were drained both from the game earlier and your little session with the soccer prodigy. all the players were called in the conference hall as ego gave his motivational speeches along with announcing the international teams everyone will be assigned to.

"oh, shit. bastard munchen? that's in germany, no? pretty cool, isagi." you commented, making him chuckle.

"yeah, i'm so excited! noel noa is on that team, he's my favorite." isagi eagerly replied, making you smile.

you watched your name appear on the screen and right below you was bachira.

"oh, we're gonna be together, y/n! fc barcha in spain." bachira exclaimed as he high-fived you, happy to have a close friend go with him.

"spain? oh shit..." you gulped, realizing that you'll be seeing more than just one familiar face there.

meanwhile...

"sae! sit down, have some refreshments." sae's manager smiled, his voice dripping with money hunger as the auburn hair male rolled his eyes.

"i literally just got off my flight, i couldn't even take a fucking piss yet." he grumbled, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. the poor auburn haired male was tired and it didn't help that he had to sit inbetween the most annoying fucking people ever to exist: sendo and aiku.

unfortunately, while you both were too busy in hornyland, it completely slipped out of both his and your mind that both his clothes and your clothes were scattered on the floor.

so, in short, yeah; they both knew you two were fucking in the showers.

"hey, since when did you wear baby blue laced panties under your uniform, little genius?"

"what?"

"your shit was all over the floor along with a pair of bra and panties, dumbass. you fucked that crazy chick from blue lock, didn't you?!"

"well, you know, your contract is expiring soon with new gen xl. you'll be renewing it, right?" the old man nervously laughed, making sae sigh.

"well, no shit. but you could've waited a few more days or something." sae snatched the paper from the table, clicking the pen and before signing, the old fat man said something that caught his ears.

"well, you know, you got an offer to play under fc barcha. they're adding members of blue lock in that team to prepare for the u-20 world cup." he informed, making sae look up in curiosity.

"blue lock members? do you know who?" sae asked, now wanting to know more.

"ah, well, i don't have the list on the top of my head. but, i know the girl that scored the winning goal for the last game is playing on the team. shit, sorry for bringing that up." the man apologized, realizing that the topic of losing might still be a small wound on the prodigy.

but, sae couldn't be bothered any less. a smirk ghosted on his lips as he threw his pen on the table.

"cancel it." sae declared, ripping the contract in his hand, making his manager's eyes widen.

"s-sae! what are you doing?!" the man panicked, not understanding where this sudden change in heart was coming from.

"i'm accepting the offer to play in fc barcha."

---

you were just about to get comfortable in your bed, though the annoying sound of nagi's snoring was ticking you off. nonetheless, your body was too tired and drained to pay too much mind to such small things.

that was until your phone buzzed.

"the fuck.." you huffed in annoyance, grabbing the device before unlocking it, seeing that it was a message from an unknown number. a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes widened when reading it.

unknown number: see you in fc barcha, cariño.

[dollbrbie]

sae itoshi ʚ ɞ “your boyfriend is crazy!”

note. small drabble for my man since i know he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to his girl (me btw)

just thinking about boyfriend sae, where everyone thinks he’s a pretty chill and nonchalant boyfriend and you can understand why, i mean, his personality in general is pretty calm and collected.

however, something in me just knows this man is a fucking psychopath when it comes to his sweet girlfriend. like, this man would not play about you whatsoever.

if he sees another man even dare come up to you and flirt, he’s always one step ahead like he’s got a sixth sense when it comes to you, rushing back to you with this stern look on his face ready to defend his territory.

another time, when you both had just broken up, you had decided to go to a party with your friends just to take your mind off things and ended up dancing with some random guy. it was nothing too bad, but once sae found out because oliver called him and told him his girl was grinding up another man (you weren’t) he went crazy and drove twenty minutes just to come find you at this party he didn’t even go to.

he stormed in the house like a man on a mission, finding you drunk as fuck flirting with this guy who sae has never even seen before and immediately pulled you towards him and away from the guy.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, he asks you as you smile up at him in your drunken state.

“hiiiii sae.”

“yo what is this?”, the guy who you had just been dancing with asked.

“if i ever see you with my girl again i swear i’ll kill you.”, he threatens, making you giggle. you always found it so funny to make him mad like this, even if it wasn’t actually your intention tonight.

“nah, you’re fucking crazy.”

sae then took you back to his apartment where he forced you to drink two big bottles of water before ordering you a mcdonald’s after you had begged him to.

then that same night you got back together!

so yeah, when everyone thinks your boyfriend is this super chill guy and then see this sudden crazy side to him and hit you with the typical “your boyfriend is crazy!” all you can do is shrug, because you know and you love that about him.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ worst ex ever!

— a bllk fanfic // where your pro-player boyfriend breaks the no-contact.

synopsis: smack! what's that..? oh, just the sound of your annoying ex crashing back into your life (using some questionable methods.) pairing: afab reader x multiple men [aged up isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, oliver aiku, sae itoshi, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito.] // every character gets a separate drabble. cw: NOT PROOFREAD. DEAD DOVE DON'T EAT. slightttly toxic men. manipulation. stalking. breaking-in. more manipulation. SLIGHT yandere concepts. bimbofication. pussydrunk men. nsfw includes: penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, p-talking (slightly), dirty talk, overstimulation, honestly some dub-con elements, rough smex, downright dogshit men. m.list

★player 01: isagi yoichi! who broke up: you. reason for break-up: couldn't juggle career and you together. time taken to break no-contact: 17 days. strategy: did you forget he's a master manipulator?

"yoichi ❤" had flashed on the screen again, a 0.6x adorably stupid photo of him in the background as you clenched your jaw shut. you decided to breathe slowly, for you could almost grind your tooth to fine dust with the desperation bubbling through your veins.

it was late, it was cold, and you were just mid-way through your nightly sob-session when isage yoichi had called.

god, it's like he knew your kryptonite?!

and with the way isagi yoichi's brain worked, it felt more and more like a a possibility that he had thoroughly planned this — catching you at your most vulnerable.

fucking psycho.

you sighed, carding a hand through your hair.

you knew you should have blocked his contact after the breakup when your best-friend had told you so. but you hadn't — so, so sure that the man who left you for the sake of his career wouldn't come back to you. now, that stupid decision was mocking you as your phone buzzed and your fingers twitched dangerously to click on the 'accept' button.

it was after the fourth, no, fifth missed call that you finally caved in and picked the vibrating device in your hand.

"what do you want?" surprised at your the steadiness of own voice, you gripped the device harder against your palm, "'cause i don't... i don't wanna talk."

you were met with silence, and for a brief moment you considered if it was a butt-dial, just an accident — would it be better for your sanity if it were? would it make a lesser joke of yourself if it were?

but isagi yoichi eventually sighed, a familiar, tired voice creeping out of your speaker and latching onto your skin, "can you open the door for me?"

your eyes widened, neck snapping immediately to the main door of your apartment. even through your bleary vision, you could suddenly see everything so crystal clear, "y-you're outside..?"

"yeah." and you could imagine him standing there — waiting for you to make a reckless decision. his voice was somber when he spoke up again, "been waiting for a while."

and despite knowing better, despite knowing yoichi isagi was your biggest mistake, your feet moved to the door in a steady pitter-patter. standing in front of the wooden barricade, you gulped, trying to soothe your suddenly parched throat, "seriously?"

"yeah."

he knew you so well that it was sickening. did he know that you would open when he came? did he know you'd be ready to let him in? did he know that you'd utter, "this is a mistake."

and who were you exactly saying that to? to him, or to yourself? or any deity above that would listen and knock some sense into you?

your tongue thickened in your mouth, and yet, your fingers dragged themselves to the doorknob to unlock it. bracing yourself to see the pro-player, you repeated, "this is a fuckin' mist—"

"—take." your eyes rolled back, nonsense babbling on the tip of your tongue as isagi thumbed your clit with familiar ease.

the bouquet he had brought for you laid forgotten on your living room table, the soda you had brought for him as a formality now left half-drunk on the same table.

"it is— it's a mistake." you were on like a record — repeating the same sentence over 'n over again, so what was isagi yoichi to do except kiss your stupid lips shut and coo, "i know baby, i know."

and yet, despite both of you knowing fully well just what a catastrophic idea this was, isagi was guiding his glinting mushroom tip to your drenched opening, fluttering for him all-too-easily.

"god," isagi pulled you impossibly closer, his heated skin against yours in a frenzied dance, shifting on the couch such that you could easily straddle him and sink your velvety heat to take him whole. pulling you in again by your neck, the pro-player kissed you till he could recall the taste of you instead of the rot that plagued him.

he rambled against your pout, "'ve mmph— missed ya."

"ichi, miss-ed you too." you kissed him back, your tongue against him so terribly fitting.

he kissed down the column of your throat, and you squirmed at the forbidden contact. his hands wandered the sensitive skin — pinching your soft nipples, kneading the plush fat, and kissing down bruises on your chest and throat like he had never even left for a second. slowly, his cock buried deep within your fluttering, warm cunt.

as he bottomed out, your muscles spasmed against his length — clawing at the achy cock somewhat pathetically.

isagi laughed, the action more like a content exhale. "so fuckin' clingy... looks like she missed me too, huh?"

snapping his hips up into yours, and guiding your hips down with his broad hands — isagi yoichi effectively fucked you dumb with each deep, slow stroke.

his tip kissed your g-spot, his thumb still playing against your sensitive nub the way he knew you liked. each messy, yet calculated strokes had your cunt drooling onto his lap like she really did miss him.

"yoichi," you threw your head back, digging your nails into his muscled shoulders with an animalistic need, "need you deeper, fuck— please?"

"yeah?" the man grinned, something feral in his actions. in a swift motion, the man had you under him — thrown on the couch like a ragdoll. gripping your legs to hold them wider, isagi yoichi dragged his dick out of your addictive pussy, just to slam it back in again, and again, and again.

what a fucking show. wasn't he insane to leave this?

"ohmygod— fuck s'good." you toes curled, your body on fire with the way your ex-boyfriend was fucking you. the room was just a heavenly symphony of your cries, his skin against yours, and his low groans.

"yeah?" the pro-player panted, bending downwards to catch your lips in another kiss. his lips slotted against yours, both of you drenched and out-of-your mind. and even with none of it making sense, isagi yoichi babbled, "missed ya, missed this pretty pussy."

slamming deeper, the man kept babbling — pussydrunk and far-past-gone, "did you— hah, fucking miss me? miss how i made you cum?"

and when you nodded, the man grabbed your pretty face and forced it into an adorable pout — how did he ever break up with you?

"say it out loud, baby."

your body twisted from within, each cell on fire with the way his tip slammed into your g-spot with each in-and-out of his weeping cock inside you. you nodded, "s'much. missed you s-so much, 'ichi."

"then take me back," the man punctuate each word with a desperate roll of his hips, kissing down every stretch of skin as if it were his final, desolate plea, "c'mon— i was stupid."

"you'd fuuck—" your head lolled backwards, muscles spasming as an orgasm knocked into you and made every ounce of self-preservation turn to mush, "you'd- nghh break my fucking heart again."

"baby, hah," the footballer grinned, something malicious in his eyes, "if i do that, i'll just come fuck you till i fix it, kay?"

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 02: rin itoshi! who broke up: him. reason for breakup: becoming the best striker >>> his own gf. time taken to break no-contact: three months. strategy: the spare key method (not recommended.)

"what the fuck?" the latte in your hand almost slipped past your gripped, your eyes narrowing at the man sitting on your couch.

you had barely closed your apartment gate behind you, your keys had just been kept on the door-side table and you had just stepped into the main living room when you eyes fell on that.

what the fuck was that?

"hey," he sounded monotonous — almost bored.

yup, it was your ex-boyfriend in flesh and bone.

"missed me?" itoshi rin mused, satisfied with the expression on your face.

"did you break into my place? stalker." your words pitched higher, and rin rolled his eyes — he was so nonchalant, it pissed you off. he tsked, "i have a spare key, or did you forget?"

he held up a glinting metal key up, and you stared at the man, "it— why're you here? it's been three fucking months—"

"just felt like seeing you." he stood up, crossing his arms against his defined chest as he towered over you, "just came back from a tournament in australia, and... well, i thought i'd see you before i go home."

"right," you scoffed, "came back now that you're done with your fucking game?"

rin inched closer, craning his face down, his teal eyes clashed against yours, "that's not how it is."

"it is." you folded your arms, not giving up on the eye-contact just yet, "and get the fuck out of my house."

"ah," the younger itoshi scoffed, "is this how you speak to guests?"

"guests are invited, you're not." you narrowed your eyes again, jabbing a manicured index in his solar plexus and inching closer, "so get the fuck out, itoshi."

"using the family name, now? that's tragic." but you were quick to bite-back, ready to argue, "only thing tragic here is our relationship."

and that made the man smile, drawing his hand closer, he gently cupped your cheek. the warmth of his palm seemed to be enough to char your skin, but it were his words that twisted your guts into an unimaginably sickening structure, "i missed you, did you?"

"—i hate you," your words were uneven, a mixed symphony of moans and breathy noises.

"mhm." and rin itoshi was never — in the one and half year of you dating — been as much of a patient listener as he was right now. "anything else?"

"is this—" your nails dug into his biceps, eyes clenching shut as you felt his muscles shift under your vice-like grip, "a joke—fuck, t'you?"

"course not," the man hummed, his lips pasting chaste kissed up and down your neck and face, "i just wanna sort this out with you, angel."

"like this?!"

now, you were no idiot. but even if you were, it didn't take an intellectual to figure out rin itoshi's strategy — he had you perched in his lap, his slender digits hastily in-n-out of your warm heat while his other hand held your shuddering thighs aside. and now, in this vulnerable state, he was pretending to be a good boyfriend, who just wanted to 'sort things out'.

sort things out, my ass.

"c'mon," the man slowed his pace down, taking his time in dragging the digits in and out of you as your walls clamped around him and signified your impending unbecoming. pressing a kiss to your jugular, he hummed again, "tell me, what did i do wrong?"

wrong? where do you even begin?

"it was ou-r anniversary," your breath hitched as the man licked a soft stripe down your jaw, "and you literally forgot becau-because of a game."

"but i made up for it later."

"you can't just fuck me to make up for every time you make a mistake!"

oh, at the irony, the pro-player let out a soft laugh, "can't i?"

as if to defend your morals, you squirmed against him, "no."

but all that just prompted him to fasten his pace, tips of his fingers grazing against your sensitive spots with practiced ease. his other hand softly pressed down the fat of your thighs, inching it closer and closer to your heat till he was all but teasing your reddened nub.

"'m sorry." now guiding your face sideways to meet his, he planted a kiss against your angry pout, "you know i'm sorry, i'd be better."

and despite keening into his touch, despite kissing him back just as feverishly, you still moaned out a half-coherent, "liar."

because no matter how drunk the man had you on his fingers and addictive kisses, at the end of the day rin itoshi was the world's best striker, not the world's best boyfriend. and it had taken you long enough to realize that.

"no," the man buried his face in your neck, a desperate plea at the tip of his tongue, "i'd be better, angel. trust me, yeah?"

but his fake, candied promises were so hard to hear with the blood rushing past your ears, and the ache in your limbs as another orgasm pulled out moans of his names past your kiss-bitten lips, "ohmygod, rin 'm cumming—"

"yeah, i can feel you." the man groaned, quickening his pace to lead you to your ruination one stroke at a time, "cum f'me, yeah? yeah, just like that."

as the tremble in your body subsided, and your throat grew drier, you slumped back into his hard chest with rough pants still lining each breath. but the man behind you was unyielding, still softly stroking your overstimulated cunt as the honeydew essence dripped down your body and onto his lap.

"yeah, like that." the younger itoshi hummed as his digits stilled within your plush heat, and he used his thumb to softly pinch your clit — eliciting illicit chants of his name.

"rin, 'm tired." your eyes grew heavy, the lids drooping low with each soft stroke, each wayward kiss planted to your forehead.

"too much? you should rest up." the man behind you seemed so kind, his voice like a soft melody lulling you to sleep. fighting the overbearing exhaustion, the very last thing you heard was a vow.

"you're mine." the raven-head planted another kiss to your forehead, the action so sickly sweet that it felt distant from the rin itoshi.

and despite having no sense of sense, nor of the world around you, you found yourself nodding, complying to each of his whims, "yeah."

"i love you, angel."

"mhm," you snuggled against his chest, the warmth of his body lighting your frigid hide, "love you too, rin."

"good."

your words may/may not haunt you tomorrow morning (when you come to your senses)!

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 03: oliver aiku! who broke up: you. reason for break-up: caught flirting with other girls. time taken to break no-contact: 2 months, 11 days. strategy: mid-night mistakes.

ring. ring, rriiiiiiing!

"for fucks sake," you groaned, dragging a hand through your face as you made your way to the door. you shouted, "I'M COMING, HOLD ON!"

but in retrospect, you shouldn't have gone. even if you had gone to the door, you should have checked who it was through the peephole and gone back to sleep. or even if you had opened the door, you should have called him an asshole and closed it on his face. but you didn't do any of that, instead, you opened the door like an idiot.

but how were you not supposed to?! it's not everyday you ex-boyfriend of two months — a notorious play-boy and famous athlete — shows up on your doorstep, right?

despite your heart raging in your chest, you swallowed and steadied your breath. coming face to face with oliver aiku, you gave him a bored look, "what do you want, aiku?"

"hey, ma." the man gave you a charming smile, the kind that nauseated you. you rolled your eyes at the formality, "what?"

"just wanted to check on ya, that okay?"

"i'm okay," you answered mechanically, before attempting to halfway close the door, "thank you for coming by, you can go now."

but the man put up a beefy hand up, halting the door mid-way through, "what's with the rush, pretty?"

"it's 3 in the morning, i have to sleep." you gave him a cashmere smile, "and truth be told, unlike you, i have a job that bears consequences. my boss is gonna be after my ass if i'm late for my meeting tomorrow."

"awh, c'mon." the man laughed, easily pushing the door backwards to swing it further, "aren't you gonna invite me in, ma?"

"no," you strained, still pushing the door back in his face, "i really dont wanna."

the man narrowed his eyes, and in your head you almost found the exchange comical. after much tussle, you sighed, "fine. come in for five minutes. no more that that."

it took oliver aiku exactly 4 mins 42 seconds to extend his stay.

his palm snaked around the back of your throat, the heady taste of whiskey on your tongue as the man kissed you senseless. your hands ran amok amongst the tendrils of his hair, lightly pulling at the strands to kiss him back.

in a second, oliver had your legs wrapped around his waist. easily navigating your apartment, he led you both to the same bedroom that you both had spent countless nights in.

"mmph- asshole," you muttered against his lips, the sentiment of your words lost behind your muffles moans and lewd actions. oliver laughed, the action too intimate when against your mouth, "yeah, i kinda deserve that."

next you knew, you were lying on your stomach as the man behind you deepened the arch with a heavy hand on your back.

"yeah, ma." he groaned, eyes clouded over with lust at the way your sensitive cunt took every generous inch of his so, so easily. the sheen dripped out of one bead at a time, travelling down his curved length all-too-obscene.

"aiku," you huffed into the pillow, "either fuck me properly, or leave."

"tsk," your ex took his time, kneading the fat at your hips slowly and etching this lewd image of yours to his brain, "you talk a lotta shit for someone who's practically dripping all over me."

"hey-" you snapped your head back only for oliver aiku to use the opportunity to slam into your cunt in a swift blow. as he bottomed out, the man hissed, "yeah, she's so good f'me. always so, so accommodating, right?"

and you couldn't fight off the blush as your body welcomed his foreign intrusion, "shut u-p."

"yeah, yeah." the man laughed again, something inherently playful in the way he sunk his fingers against your skin and used it as leverage to pump his achy cock into your pliant cunt over and over again.

"a-aiku, fuck-" your breath hitched, fists grasping the sheets weakly as he hit the bullseye with each calculated stroke. and all your broken whines went straight to his dick. the man goaded, "say, ma. anyone else got you feelin' this way? anyone else got you drooling his name into your sheets?"

"d-don't get cocky." you grumbled, but the words fell flat with the way your body reacted to each one of his experienced touches, "i don't go 'round fu-fucking people day 'n night."

"weird way, hah, of admitting you've been holding out f'me."

"oh my god," and if it weren't for the fact that your limbs had been rendered useless by his inhumane strokes, you would have slapped him.

how did you ever tolerate him?!

but with his hand snaking down around your waist, and softly tugging at your nipples in time with each delicate stroke, you were reminded of how you tolerated him.

"say," his voice was hot 'n heavy next to your ear, "d'you miss me?"

"no—"

"cute." the man cut you off, tugging at the pert bud as he licked a stripe down your throat. his hot breath fanned across your goosebumpish skin, "you're real cute, y'know ma?"

and those honeyed words only made you squirm harder, made you rut your core against his cock in needy jolts, "god, shut up, aiku!"

"mhm," the man grinned, dragging his cock in and out of you in slow, constant strokes, "my girl's so feisty, huh?"

you found yourself biting back, "not your fuckin' girl."

"i know," he cooed, pulling your cheeks into a pout and pulling it to the side to kiss you, "not right now, not yet."

"mmph— not ever!" your words squished together much like your cheeks and oliver cooed at the adorable expression, "s'cute. i'm sorry i left. i know you missed me."

and despite the constant strokes into your quivering heat, you found your lash-line thick with unresolved tears, "i- don't miss you, you nghh— ah, prick!"

"but i did," the kiss against your cheek was too soft, a striking contrast to his blinding rams into your destitute pussy. oliver sighed, his hips snapping against yours all-the-same even while he peppered kisses against your perspired skin, "i missed you, doll."

and despite knowing it was probably his line for all of his fuck-buddies, your eyes glossed over, "re-really?"

"so much." the man softly caressed your skin, running his rugged palm over the smooth surface slowly, "i couldn't be without you."

"b-but after 2 months?" your lips wobbled, the words coming by harder and harder, "it took you— shit, so fuckin' long..?"

"but i'm here right now, hm?" he hummed softly, slowing his pace down just to torture you for longer, "and that's all that matters, right, ma?"

and how could you disagree with how he was sloppily kissing each part of you, like he actually wanted you back. you nodded, in a daze, "uh— yeah."

guess oliver aiku got his girl back! and guess you gotta miss that meeting tomorrow anyways!

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 04: sae itoshi! who broke up: you. reason for break-up: not emotionally invested in the relationship. time taken to break no-contact: 6 months, 13 days. strategy: keeping tabs never hurt.

"s-sae?" your breath hitched, eyes widening as the man sitting at the edge of your hotel room turned out to be your oddly familiar ex.

"hello, there."

seriously, hello there?! that's what he's gonna say after turning up back into your life after been gone six months? you knew sae itoshi sometimes had the EQ of a sock puppet, but this was a new low — even by his standards.

steeling your voice, you crossed your arms, "why're you in my room?"

"i saw you at the bar downstairs, and realized it was a wicked coincidence we were both at the same hotel."

at his flat explanation, you pursed your lips, "so, then you broke into my room?"

"no," sae held up a key card, "i actually ended up borrowing it from another man to get in. you may remember him; tall, brown hair, tanned skin. totally opposite of me, i wonder if that's your type now."

your mouth grew dry in wicked realization that sae itoshi was currently describing the man you had flirted with hours prior at the bar. he was kind, sweet-enough, and six months of self-induced celibacy had iron-willed you to give him a spare key to your hotel room.

but now, here sat your ex-boyfriend. your ex-boyfriend who had no respect for his own girlfriend's emotions — like some stupid thirteen year old!

you fisted your palms and drew a steady breath in, "what do you want?"

"nothing much," sae itoshi slumped back on the bed, "just came to check for myself if your preferences have changed so drastically?"

"what's it to you if they have, or if they haven't?"

"you decide to be with a guy after six months," sae droned on, "and he happens to be a complete opposite of me. what does that say?"

"i—" you held your breath, "how do you know if it's the first guy i've seen— are you keeping tabs on me?!"

and the answer that came was swift, "yes."

"sae!" you couldn't help but let out a laugh — not that it was funny, but it was unbelievable. your ex was keeping tabs on you! (professional, rich-people speak for stalking, basically.)

"what?" sae gave you the slyest of smiles, "just wanted to remind you of your actual taste in men."

"sae—" your voice dragged on, but it was of no use. the words fell upon deaf ears as the pro-player flattened his tongue against your shuddering nub. your grasped his reddish locks in handfuls and tugged, "this is— stop!"

"mhm," the man hummed against your core, however his tongue never once halted. the sultry muscle placed kitten-licks against your hot core.

"saee," you dragged the monosyllabic name, trying to push the man away from your overstimulated cunt with weak shoves, "i-jus' get, g-get away!"

the man raised his face to catch a glimpse of yours. his downturned eyes regarded you with utter boredom even with your essence coating his lips and chin, covering them in a forbidden sheen, "what?"

"i-" your voice trembled, courtesy of non-stop onslaught of orgasms at the tip of his fingers and tongue. you heaved, your bleary gaze trained on his face, "w-what do you want me to do? never, haah never see another fucking man again?"

you gulped, "you're just gon-na stalk me forever, sae?"

"tch," the man tsked as if it were a mere inconvenience — like being out of milk, "forever is a strong word."

"what does that—" your breath hitched as the man brought the calloused pad of his thumb against cunt. rubbing it down — up 'n down, and then down 'n up in slow, precise motions. you felt your mouth grow drier, but you persevered, "what d'you mean?"

"i just think you deserve the best, don't you?" sae hummed, his usually calm demeanor up for display. "and i don't think that piece of shit was best for you."

"you don't get to decide," you felt his hot breath against your drenched core and shuddered, "i-if he was good f'me or not. you don't."

"oh," the man wiped his lips with the back of his hand, covering his milky skin with the divine essence. climbing upwards, he stalked over you like a predator.

one finger under your jaw, and sae itoshi hooked it to pull your reddened face closer to his, "i know i don't get to decide but i don't want my pretty girl to be hurt."

but you didn't back down. meeting his icy gaze with your own, you all but spat the words right back in his pretty face, "not your girl, and you don't get to fuckin' decide."

"tch," and despite his words, the slightest of smiles tugged at his rosy lips, "looks like i gotta remind you after all, remind you that you're mine, yeah?"

"sae—" you tried to protest but the man had you flipped on your belly in an instant, slipping his erection past your feeble resistance even faster.

thwap! his skin collided against yours and you groaned, "god, sae... th-this is unfair—!"

"unfair how?" the man grabbed you by the nape, harshly raising your face just so he could smother kisses against your jaw, "just reminding you what my girl forgot."

"y-you're not— shut up. we're done. broken-up."

"oh?" and the redhead genuinely laughed out, something so breathy and airy yet it lit your skin alive, "right. broken-up."

and then, sae itoshi actually laughed. picking up the pace, he grinned, " well, looks like i just gotta win my girl back then. right, pretty?"

lucky for you, sae had endless patience to remind you, and even a more endless stamina.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 05: michael kaiser! who broke up: him. reason for break-up: he was bored. time taken to break no-contact: 3 days. strategy: the break-up doesn't mean you can't have sex, right?

"no fucking way."

those were the first words you had uttered when your ex had shown up to the same bar you had gone out to. his blonde hair caught the neon overhead lights in their strands, and he easily towered over the masses — oh, that fucking asshole.

"hey," michael kaiser just grinned, flaunting a painfully boyish grin as he approached you with a glass full of whiskey, "what're you up to?"

"seriously? fuck off, kaiser." you all but shoved him, knocking over the two glasses from his loose grip as you decided to walk past him.

but what was michael kaiser if not a difficult man? trailing after you, he hummed as if your action was nothing out of the norm. laughing, he kept following you as you weaved through the enthusiastic crowd, "what? still mad at me?"

"m-mad at you?!" you spluttered, suddenly halting to look back at the pro-player, "you broke up with me two days ago, and you're asking me—?"

"oh you can't be mad about that, baby."

and sure, with how often you two broke up and got back together, this was nothing out of the ordinary. but you had had enough of him — enough of his games, his cocky attitude, his need to throw you out like some disposable doll.

"but this was final." you argued, "we are done this time, kaiser."

but kaiser just grinned, grabbing your wrist in his broad palm, he tugged you closer. his canines glinted in the dim lighting, his hot breath fanning so intimately against your ear, "y'know, i have access to the private lounge. maybe we should sit down and have a proper chat, eh?"

the man didn't wait for your reply, instead happily dragging you to a door towards the back of the bar. in an instant, you two were in what appeared to be a... sex room of sorts.

"you wanna talk here?" and your ex-boyfriend shrugged, "sets the atmosphere quite nice, doesn't it?"

sure, since you straddled his lap and moved your hips up and down — your greedy pussy gobbling each generous inch of his, it did set up the atmosphere pretty nice.

"you argue too much." kaiser nipped at your bottom lip, bringing up one hand to roll your nipple and tug on at it as he pleased as you found yourself being filled by his length.

"ah not my fault y-you're such an annoying man." you clenched your eyes, steadying your palms against his muscles shoulders. the muscle underneath flexed and relaxed as kaiser rolled his hips languidly — taking his time to slowly pace out mindless strokes as you both kept arguing.

"if i'm that annoying, why're you literally on my dick right now?"

"it's only cause of this dick," you snapped despite meeting his lewd grinds with your own mindless thrusts, "that i can handle your annoying fuckin— personality!"

kaiser licked a stripe up to your lips, and you groaned at his primal actions, "you're disgusting—"

"—you're tasty." he argued back, thoroughly amused with the situation you two found yourself into, "that's the only reason i can bear you either."

"we-well no need to bear with me." you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing your face closer to his such that your lips ghosted his, "there's a-ah million girls who'd looove to fuck you."

and kaiser pulled you in closer, till your chest was slammed against his and till your breath and his was synced, "none of them are you, though."

and sure, maybe you should have fawned at this statement. coming from kaiser, this was practically a declaration of love. but the kind of love michael kaiser had to offer was akin to drinking a neat shot of poison.

and turns out, you loved the taste of poison, you loved the slow death.

pressing your lips to his, his tongue explored your mouth — mapping out the paths in familiar, sloppy kisses. using one broad hand to steady you on the small of your back, the other went to pinch the hood of your clit.

"m-michael," you whined, head all but lolling back at his harsh administrations, "slower."

but michael kaiser loved to defy you. so, instead, the man rammed the tip of his weeping cock deep within your snug cunt. his essence smeared against your g-spot, "f-fuck you're so nghh- hah deep~!"

"feel good?" the man asked, smugness dripping off of each syllable much like the sweat off of his pale skin, "i know it feels fuckin' good. whore. always comes crawling back to me."

"y-you came to me," you kissed him again, fisting his blonde locks tightly to tug on them, "so, who's the whore?"

"hah, don't say that." the man tilted his head back, exposing his neck to you for easy access, "you know i like it."

digging your canines into his soft flesh, the man against you shuddered. a soft moan on his plump lips and he thrust into you particularly hard, "shiiit."

soothing the skin with a chaste kiss, you hummed against his milky skin, "just so y'know, we're still broken up."

"hah, so we're down for sex things? that's fine—!"

"no," you glared at your ex, "it's just—" and just like that, kaiser raised the tempo. his pelvis collided against yours — the sound of skin on skin so obscenely loud, "kaiser!"

"no what?" the man panted, offering you as much resistance to not let you speak, not let you lay out the terms and conditions of your much screwed relationship.

"n-no," you bit your lip, trying to steady your faltering syllables, "we're nothing. i-if you fuckin' contact me again, i'll kill- shit, kai-ser."

"kill me?" the man held you tighter, training his forehead against yours, "that's hot."

"fuck off."

"doing just that."

god, he was insufferable! and god, you knew you'd be back together before the sunrise... because michael kaiser was the world's prettiest poison, and you were a masochist on the path to death.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 06: yukimiya kenyu! who broke up: you. reason of break-up: stopped paying attention to you. time taken to break no-contact: 3 months. strategy: sugar, spice 'n everything nice.

"yukimiya, stop it." you hissed over the phone. gripping the metallic device harder against your face, your eyes scanned over the fresh rose bouquet at the your doorstep along with a new set of chocolates.

"what are you talking about?" the man on the other end feigned innocence, and you balled your fists, "i know it's you. you have to stop sending me this stuff. we're not together anymore."

"i—" your ex-boyfriend sighed, "i know that."

"no, it doesn't seem like you do! you never did this when we were together, so, why now?" you craned your face back into your living room. scanning through the room, at one corner, you recognized the pile of flowers and chocolates — all by yukki, all sent within a span of three months, all untouched.

rubbing the lines on your forehead, you tried talking gently, "we're done, yukimiya. you need to stop sending me these- these flowers and these chocolates. they're just collecting dust at my house."

"but you like those chocolates—"

"—you're not my boyfriend anymore, yukki." you winced at the nickname, "i- i mean yukimiya..."

"fine, i'll- uh, i'll come take those back?" the man softly asked, "be over in like 15, yeah?"

"okay," you nodded, "but no staying over. in and out, as quick as possible." beep.

'in and out, as quick as possible' girl, you lowkey walked into this situation.

"fuck, harder—" yukimiya stretched your thighs, the sinful stretch of the muscle enough to dot your lashline with thick tears, "yukki, pl-please."

his glasses fogged up, innocent, usually-gentlemanly face drawn into a lewd expression as his dick stretched you out with each gratuitous pound. yukimiya kenyu licked his lips, his broad hands manhandling your pliant body so that each of his rams reaches the deepest parts of your womb.

he huffed, such a soft expression on his face despite the mean, mean way he was fucking into you, "what's wrong, darling?"

whats wrong?! probably the fact that your ex was re-arranging your guts one stroke at a time.

"i-it's too much," you whined, your body overstimulated from the previous orgasms, "i can't, can't- yukki—!"

"yeah," the man stretched your thighs next to your face, pushing your body down with his own body weight to come plant a sloppy kiss to your kiss-bitten lips, "keep calling me that, love."

he hummed against you, his body pressing down on yours till you could feel each muscle, each bone and ridge press so deliciously intimately against yours. you groaned, eyes all but rolling back at the constant thwap! thwap! thwap! of his pelvis against yours.

"c'mon," the man pleaded, his voice so hoarse against your soft lips, "say my name."

"y-yukki," you chanted, "yukki, fu-fuck yukki. keep— keep fucki-nghh me—"

and the man smiled, his face slotted in the crook of neck. kissing the perspired skin, he hummed, "miss me?"

and the way his tip rammed into your g-spot while he bit new marks onto your supple skin rendered any of your thoughts useless. mindlessly nodding, you almost drooled out, "ye-sh, s'much..?"

now parting your thighs sideways just to see your pussy gulp up his heavy cock greedily, yukimiya tutted, "why'd you not take any of the flowers then? stupid girl."

"i-" you met his hard gaze and shuddered. the man above you wasn't the sweet boy who loved you, no that was a beast — a beast who needed you back.

"say." he licked your thigh, his tongue so warm against your trembling skin, "should've taken it back, right?"

you nodded, hypnotized by his tone, "y-yeah, should've yukki."

"anndd," he dragged the words much like he dragged his appendage out of your addictive, syrupy cunt, "should take me back too, right?"

"b-but yukki—" you tried to resist but the man had a broad palm against your lips, holding your words hostage inside your own body. he shushed you, "shh, you're not thinking ahh— straight. you wanna take me back, i know it."

"mmph— yuuuki—" you chanted against his palm but it was of no use. the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your eventual moans were so, so much louder than any of your futile protests.

once, he was sure you were shut up. he softly removed the hand, now placing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw and lips, "if you didn;'t want me back, you wouldn't have kept all those bouquets, right?" he laughed, his sweat dropping onto your porcelain skin, "wouldn't have let me back into your house— in your sweet, sweet cunt, yeah?"

and you nodded, "yeah, yukki."

"good girl," he groaned, "i'd be a good boyfriend. just for you, darling."

questionable statement. but who were you to question him in your current state?

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 06: karasu tabito! who broke up: you. reason of break-up: flirted with girls while gone for a championship (otoya's advice.) time taken to break no-contact: 7 months. strategy: blame otoya (and get away with it.)

"karasu?" your brows furrowed at the man standing in front of your apartment. you felt sick — your chest thundering and head heavy. att you door stood your ex seemingly drunk— seemingly? no, he was definitely drunk.

his eyes were bloodshot, barely held open as he swayed at your door.

and karasu tabito gave you a delirious smile, "hey, babe."

babe? he had some fucking nerve calling you babe and showing up at your door at fucking 2 in the night. seven months, no contact, and the bastard has the audacity to call you babe right now?

"did i-" he slurred, walking past you and into your living room, "did i bother ya? you w-ere sleeping..?"

you huffed, but closed the door behind yourself, "n... yeah, i was. what do you want, karasu?"

"don't do that." he met your eyes with his bloodshot ones, "don't say my name s-so mean."

"how'd you rather i said it, karasu?" you folded your arms, commanding yourself to hold as much anger as you could in your comprehensible words, "we've been broken up, and you show up now."

but the man was focused on the first half, "i know how i... how i would h-have you rather say my name."

"like how..?"

like this.

"louder." the man behind you husked, his heels digging into your mattress with each loud creeeak! of the bed.

holding your waist with one hand, karasu tabito moved his pelvis upwards to meet your cute pussy in lecherous plaps!

"k-karasu!" you all but writhed against him, your body squirming against his molten hot touches as he rubbed the pad of his other thumb against your sticky clit.

his length was shoved inside you in a mean, frenzied manner and each thrust felt more hurried than the last, more primal, carnal.

karasu huffed against the shell of your ear, his hot breath painting your skin in goosebumps, "been thinking about this for so long, god. you can't imagine."

and before you could rebuke his words, or attack him back, your ex shoved his digits past your plump lips.

instinctively, you sucked at the digits, your tongue slobbering all over his slender fingers.

karasu hissed at the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around his fingers, "shit," fishing for the back of your mouth, the man grinned when he pulled out the slightest of gags, "sorry— ah, too much for my baby?"

"kar-asu," your voice was hoarse, and karasu planted a sloppy kiss to your shoulder, "yeah, s'much better when you say my name like thaaat, right?"

as if to apologize, he pulled out the fingers — now coated with your slick — and trailed the hand down, down, down to your sensitive chest. tugging the pert buds, he hummed, "'m sorry, i- i am. trust me. otoya is such a fucking bastard—" he rambled on, "trust me baby, I've got no girl anymore. just you, just you."

but he was stumped when your muscles clenched around his curved length so desperately. desolate clamps of muscle against him left the pro-player shuddering, "shit, baby— god, ya cummin'?"

you nodded, too mindfucked to say even the simplest of affirmations to your ex-boyfriend.

and karasu just took your silence as a stroke to his already-inflated ego, now laughing, "yeah, course my girl's cumming." tutting, "awh, did I break you?"

"haah," your eyes glossed over at his repeated thrusts. nothing on your tongue other than his name, "k-rasu, karasu, fuck— karasu—!"

"you're my only girl," the man panted, fastening his strokes against your clit, "y'know that, baby? yeah?"

and despite not believing a word he said, you nodded, "yeah, yeah—"

"my baby's gonna take me back, right?" and you snapped your neck to the side to catch a glimpse of his perspired face, "wh-what?"

"we're together, right?" karasu pleaded, his voice honeyed, "I'm sorry for what i did but I'm better—"

and you were too far-gone to know the heinous intentions behind his candied words. you nodded, "okay, okay."

"no say it," he begged in sordid syllables, "say you're my girl. my only girl."

"i'm yours." you huffed, "yours only."

if you had paid attention, you would have heard an onslaught of pings! from karasu's phone on your nightstand — all from his side-girls.

so much for being his 'only' girl. but well, you didn't know it yet, right?

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD C'MON. anyways, uh hello i like making nice (mostly nice?) guys kinda insane sometimes. its like soul food okay? /j changed up my usual roster to feed the kaiser, karasu, yukimiya girlies (please MORE FICS FOR YUKIMIYA ITS DRY HERE.) anywayss enjoy the filth mwuah mwuah <3 tagging: @moodswing101 @scara-simp69 @5hoe1 @isabellalovesyou @t0mi33 @youdontneedtoknowlol m.list

[angelxarii]

₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ﾟᴡᴏʀᴋ - ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ꜱᴀᴇ¹⁸⁺

ᴛᴡꜱ: ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ

Sae's fingers were knuckle deep inside of you, curling up and hitting that exact spot that had you arching your back off the bed. He knew you so well and what made you fold even when his attention wasn't on you.

Like right now, how he was focused on a phone call rather than his pretty little gf who was a complete mess under him.

The phone was on speaker beside you, one of his hands occupied by your cunt and the other covering your mouth everytime you got too loud.

The call was getting way too long even if it had only been 4 minutes.

He moved his hand from your mouth, covering your entire tit and roughly massaging it while abusing your poor nipple.

"Shh, quiet" he whispered quietly, agreeing with whatever the man on the phone was saying.

His hand came to cover your mouth again as you got too loud

"Yeah well that's a problem for tomorrow. I'll deal with this when I have time" sae abruption said, cutting the guy off. He tried saying something but it was too late and sae had already cut the call.

"You're so needy. You came 3 times from my fingers alone. How're you gonna take my cock now?" He asked, pushing up against your throbbing pussy.

"You start shaking and crying whenever you get a little bit too overstimulated so I'm surprised at how well you kept quiet"

"Right, my little attention whore?" Tears rolled down your face and all you could do was nod as sae pulled his digits out and placed them in his mouth

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. (ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɴ ꜰʀ)

ʚɞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐱𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐢 | ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[mdsbabygirl]

Being their fuckbuddy

Pairing: Otoya Eita/Itoshi Sae/Bachira Meguru/Shidou Ryusei/Chigiri Hyoma/Barou Shouei x FEM!reader(separately)

Part2

Synopsis: you're currently emotionally unavailable, yet you still wanna satisfy your sexual urges.. so what do you do? You become fwb with these egoists

Note: I didn't proof read this, so that's why you may find mistakes or parts that are longer than others.

Cw: emotionally unavailable reader, very horny men(especially shidou ooff), womanizer/fuckboy/pegging/roleplays(otoya), views this relationship as purely transactional/hates gossip and rumors(sae), obsessive/simp(Bachira), straight up devil/ has a humiliation kink/kinda harassing ngl/sextape(shidou), very much in love/pussy drunk/simp n°2(chigiri), vengeful/has a superiority complex/he thinks he's your king lol(Barou)

Otoya:

•He's very pleased with this, liking your relationship very much.. he's a free man who likes women, so when you came up to him suggesting the idea, he couldn't deny you. Having such a pretty girl to fuck with no strings attached was hot af to him. He liked the idea of having fun with you in bed, getting to know you on such an intimate level, and the fact that this was in fact ephemeral, meaning he could get out of this whenever he wanted, made him very excited.

•he would come to your house many times a week, just straight up knocking at your door, flashing you one of his sexy smirks when you open the door. With his frame towering over yours, he'd look down at you with lust filled eyes, chasing you with his antics so you'll let him in and ravage you.

•Each encounter with him is very passionate, a unique experience where the both of you get to feel immense pleasure. Otoya would like to keep things fun and exciting, meaning you'd likely experiment with different positions, techniques and scenarios. The both of you had tried everything really, ranging from him fucking and bending you in every position possible, you roleplaying as a little bunny or fox for him, to even pegging... Oh damn he really did enjoy that, the feeling of being dommed by you made him a different kind of tingles down there, the kind that he would love to feel again once you meet up for another encounter.

Sae:

•i think sae would enjoy this kind of relationship too, since it means he won't have to stray much from soccer. Your little link is purely and entirely transactional, you both give each other pleasure and that's it, then everyone goes his separate ways. Sae is known to have a very busy life, meaning he would want to waste time on a gf, that he'd most likely neglect. So in order to spare a poor girl this pain, he'd rather get fwb so that way he can satisfy his urges, without caring about the aftermath.

•Sae would be very strict during the times he meets you, he required you to have no phone, no camera and no recorder whatsoever whenever the two of you meet, he wouldn't want rumors about his personal life spreading around like a wildfire, which is why secrecy means a lot to him. He'd often arrange your meetings at some hotel, avoiding doing it in either of your houses for the reasons mentioned before, that's why all of your fucking sessions happen at luxurious suites or extravagant penthouses.

•whenever Sae fucks you, it's heavenly. He made sure that the two of you are on the same page, setting clear boundaries, and making sure your wants are aligned. His fucking style would be deliberate, going straight to the point, making sure the both of you get the most out of this experience. That's why he wouldn't waste a single second in putting you on all fours, forcefully thrusting behind you so that you're seeing stars and moaning so slutty loud.

Bachira:

•oh man, Bachira is excited beyond imagination at the thought of having such relationship with you. Not only is he such a sucker for good sex but also he's a simp for you. I reckon he'd like having you, touching and pleasuring you, enjoying every second he spends thrusting inside you.. He's never had such an intimate link with someone, so all the freshness this relationship brings to his life, makes him look forward to every one of your encounters.

•Though I think the "no strings attached" part of your relationship would kinda piss him off. I mean, since it would be his first time experiencing something like this, he'd grow somewhat fond of you, getting easily attached and even possessive of you. He'd always want to be by your side, even if it's not in a sexual context, which makes you think he's cute. Still, you remind him whatever you have is purely transactional and it shouldn't spiral into something bigger. He'd always brush you off, pretending to understand and agree with you, while deep inside he'd be thinking about a way to finally make you his.. maybe he could poke holes in the condom next time you meet.. he doesn't know yet, but he will make you his one way or another.

•As for the sex with this man, I think it's be a very funny yet exhilarating experience. Bachira is known for his creativity, meaning he'd always find a way to ignite a new spark to your already interesting sex life. He could do this by exploiting his oral skills, using his destrous tongue to lap at your soaked folds, sucking on your swollen clit, to make you writhe and shake under his touch, or even use his cock.. he'd hold your head in place, using your throat as his fucktoy as he'd play around with the remote of the little vibrator that is pushed deep inside your dripping wet cunt..

Shidou:

•ok this man.. pure filth.. things might've started just as a one nightstand but they quickly spiraled into something way freakier. This man is not only horny, but he's also very um.. unique? I mean, he didn't verbally tell you to be his fwb, he just started showing up at your door frequently, entering your house as if it was his, sitting on the large sofa of your living room, telling you to "come please your demon.." umm.. ok Ryusei, IG the only thing that saves you is your hotness paired with your cock size.. fine with me. So that's how you'd always end up in shidou's lap, legs squished against your chest as his big fat cock bullies its way into your sopping wet cunt. Yeah getting fucked like this in your living room was a very frequent if not daily occurrence.

•since I mentioned earlier that this man is indeed a sex addicted devil, it means that he'd follow you around everywhere, if he doesn't find you at home for your daily sassy time sesh, he'd go out to look for you, and once he finds you, he'd have no shame in just pointing out the fact that you ditched your "date", shidou went as far as to point that out in front of your friends, humiliating you in the worst way possible. After managing to get you home someday, he'd squeeze the plump flesh of your ass, whispering seducingly in your ear, how horny it had made him humiliating you in front of everyone..

•Ryusei would most likely fuck you in the freakiest, most mind-blowing ways. He'd be big on making you go dumb on his dick, reducing you to putty in his hands, and making your mind go blank from all the pleasure he's making you feel. I feel like shidou would also like to film your sexy times, insisting that having a camera pointed at him during such an intimate moment makes his duck ten times harder.. you don't deny him, since this bullshit he's into is kinda hot too.. so whenever your sucking him off, taking his whole length down your tight throat, or riding him like there's no tomorrow while your ass bounces on his fat cock, all while he's moaning like the most slutty pornstar and babbling filthy nonsense.. his little camera is there to record each second of your shared sins..

Chigiri:

•once he laid eyes on you, chigiri felt a burning lust igniting within him, a surging need for your body that left him so needy and starved for your touch. He was so relieved when he finally got to have you, the feeling of your skin on his, the feeling of your tongue on him and your warm wet pussy on his dick was way too addicting.. he wanted more, he wanted to have you more and more each time he got to fuck you. Chigiri didn't consider himself the type to get a fuckbuddy, always opting for a traditional relationship where he could have a living gf he'd love ve and cherish.. but not this time. This time, it was his dick that thought for him, his impeding greed taking over his rationality, making him fall in a dark pitch where only your body was his only salvation.

•chigiri wouldn't mind dating you, really, I mean you're totally his type, plus you're so good at sex, as you always make him feel like he's reaching heaven with how much pleasure you make him feel.; but alas, he doesn't know you enough and since you told him that you wanted no strings attached he couldn't do anything about this anymore. He just had to grip at whatever y'all had, and not let it go no matter what happened. He wasn't possessive, always respecting your boundaries, but deep inside he couldn't deny the lingering feeling of wanting you to be fully his, the endless scenarios of how his life would be if you were more than just his fuck buddy.. yet again, he'd always let those thoughts sink deep within his conciousness, opting that keeping whatever y'all have was better than nothing at all.

•chigiri was so passionate and romantic during sex. His intimate touches, and soft gestures always made you blush and quiver under him so vulnerably. You'd always ask why he'd be so gentle w you, but he'd always smile softly, caressing your face, saying that that's how pretty ladies should be treated.. still, this doesn't mean he couldn't just bend you in whichever position he saw fit and fuck you till you saw stars. In fact, whenever chigiri was very horny, especially after any matches or training, he'd pound you so mercilessly, the fast and rough pace of his thrusts made you so weak in the limbs, making him hold you close to his body, kissing your neck and shoulders as he felt your pussy clench around his cock, milking him of all he's worth, "ahh I'm so close" he'd whimper, biting down on your shoulder..

Barou:

•Barou didn't like one night stands or this fwb trope, he really didn't; or at least that's what he told himself.. it was until he net you that he thought, maybe he could make a little exeption. He did try at first to win you over, doing everything he could to get you to be his gf, but you just didn't want any of that. He felt a bit pissed, not understanding why you wouldn't want him as your bf.. but then when you mentioned your reasonings and the fact that you were open to having a sexual relationship with him, he started to think about this possibility.. I mean, he did like you, surely, but he did also have quite the hunger for your body. He noticed the way you'd sway your hips when you walk around him, wear mini skirts and quite the revealing tops in his company so he thought that if that's what you wanted then he could try it out.. still that didn't mean that if this didn't work out he wouldn't leave.

•since you refused his feelings, it remained only the lust lingering between the two of you. Barou insisted to himself that it was going to be a one time fling, your nonchalance for his emotions already a huge turn off of him, yet he still couldn't get enough of your body, each time he felt the touch of your hands on his chest, the kiss you'd leave on his lips, the squeeze your cunny would give him was way too agonizingly addicting. He shouldn't have given you a chance, he thinks, he should have never accepted your stupid offer, but here he was, laying beside you as he was fingering you, getting you nice and ready for your steamy session, as you were jerking him off. This was your little ritual, the start of your passionate and burning desires, that always left his body satisfied, unlike his mind that was always wandering..

•barou would fuck you roughly, mostly because he likes it that way, but also because it was his little revenge on you for rejecting him. He's quite the revengeful person, so he'd grab at each opportunity he gets, to show you who's your king. That's why, whenever shouei is fucking you in doggy, pressing your head into the mattress, and sinking his cock so deep it might breach your cervix, he'd always ask you who you belong to, reminding you of your weakness against your king's power. "That's right baby, who's your king huh?! Who's your fucking king?!" He'd loudly groan while his dick is stretching you out to the max, making you whimper, cry and just obey this egoist whose insatiable hunger for you turned him into a devilish monster.

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[kaxserlvr]

You adjust your bag over your shoulder, eyes widening as you step into the first-class cabin and for a moment, you can’t believe you’re actually here.

“You’ve never been in first class before, have you?” Sae’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You glance at him, his expression unreadable as always, but there’s a ghost of amusement in his eyes. Dressed in a comfy black hoodie and sweatpants, he looks effortlessly put together, as if traveling internationally is just another Tuesday for him.

“I mean… no,” you admit, running your fingers over the smooth armrest. “This is insane.”

Sae had invited you to watch his next match and even offered to bring you there. What type of person would you be if you didn’t accept!!

Sae just hums, tossing his carry-on into the overhead compartment before settling into his seat. “Don’t get used to it.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the grin tugging at your lips as you take your seat beside him. The flight attendants are already moving through the cabin, offering champagne and warm towels. It’s all so surreal.

After a while, Sae leans back and stretches, letting out a quiet sigh. “I’m going to sleep. Don’t bother me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you reply, though he doesn’t hear you—his eyes are already closed.

Not long after, a flight attendant stops by, a tall, well-groomed guy with a very charming smile. “Anything I can get for you?” His gaze lingers on you, his smile widening. “I’d be happy to make your first-class experience even better.”

You chuckle slightly blushing,shaking your head. “I think I’m good, but thanks.”

“You sure? I can make some special arrangements.” His voice drops slightly, playful, flirty. “If you need anything—”

“She doesn’t.”

The words are flat, and completely uninterested. Sae hasn’t even opened his eyes, but there’s an edge to his voice that makes the flight attendant stiffen slightly. You try to give him a smile as he recovers quickly, nodding politely before walking off.

You glance at Sae, eyebrows raised. “Hey! that was kind of rude.”

He doesn’t respond, simply shifting in his seat.

You don’t press the issue, but as the flight continues, you notice something—he never actually falls asleep.

By the time you arrive at the hotel, you’re exhausted. The flight was long, and despite the luxury, you just want to collapse into bed.

“So, where’s my room?” you ask, glancing at Sae as you both approach the front desk.

His jaw tenses slightly before he looks away. “It was a last minute arrangement.”

You frown. “What do you mean..?”

He exhales sharply, clearly irritated. “We’re sharing.”

Your eyes widen. “Wait—what? You didn’t think to tell me that?”

“I just did.”

You gape at him, but he’s already turning away, leading the way to the elevator. Your heart pounds as you follow, your mind racing. Sharing a room with Sae? That was not part of the plan.

When you step into the hotel room, your breath catches. It’s spacious, modern, and has an incredible view of the city skyline. But there’s one obvious issue.

There’s only one bed.

You stand there, stunned, while Sae sets his bag down. “Where’s my bed?” you ask slowly.

Sae doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns to you, closing the distance in an instant. Before you can react Sae picks you up,your back is against the wall, one hand holding your thigh the other pressed beside the wall, caging you in.

Your breath hitches. “Sae—”

His mouth crashes against yours.

The kiss is unexpected, but it’s not hesitant. It’s firm, demanding, his lips moving against yours like he’s been holding back for too long. His fingers curl against the wall, his body pressed just close enough to make you dizzy.

And when he slips his tongue into your mouth and you let out a sweet whine he pulls away, his gaze is dark, his breathing slightly uneven. “That guy from the plane,” he mutters. “You liked him?” He asks as he puts his head in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent.

It takes a second for his words to register. “Wait—are you jealous?”

Sae scoffs, but the way his fingers tighten slightly against your thigh betrays him. “You’re annoying.”

“You so are.”

He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he kisses you again, deeper this time, as if to prove a point.

[rensukepie]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sae and his necklace

contains : cunnilingus, established relationship, his necklace hits your clit ^__^, pet names (angel, etc…), he eats it from the back :3

you hate that stupid necklace he wears, until it reaches your sensitive areas, of course.

mdni

nsfw under the cut

that stupid necklace of his.

you hated it at first, especially when he first got it. there was nothing interesting about it! no cute charms on it, nothing special about it. it was so plain!

you truly hated it, but not for long because he had it on while he was eating your pussy and the cold metal of it hit your sensitive clit :3!

“s—sae… your necklace—fuck… ‘s hitting my clit…mmf..” you whimper, playing around with his hair with one hand and your other hand holding his.

“yeah, feels good, doesn’t it, angel?…told you…” he teased, placing a kiss on your clit and a tight grip on your ass before going back to sucking and licking at your wet cunt.

when he would kiss you while you were underneath him, it would hover over your face. you couldn’t lie, you really liked the feeling of it! but you didn’t want to admit it, after all, you feel very bad now…

you can feel it, you can feel how close you are to cumming already. he always made you cum very quick… his tongue is so skilled and he knows your body so, so well.

you swear you can see stars once you cum undone just with your boyfriends tongue (and necklace!)

“so, my necklace, huh?”

“oh shut up!”

[lumiambrose]

✰ open hand

kinktober 24 - day twentysix

featuring: sae itoshi x f!reader x ryusei shidou

summary: shidou wont shut up about you, to the point where sae starts to doubt you even exist. finally getting the chance to meet you, you leave an unforgettable impression on him

tags: smut, cucking, exhibistionism/voyeurism, implied threesome, petnames (sweetheart, kitty), slight degredation

wc: 1.8k

sae cocks an eyebrow as the door of the hotel suite clicks open. he’s been lounging on the loveseat for the past hour, waiting for shidou to show up with his supposed girlfriend. honestly, sae’s not too sure why he even agreed to this.

ever since shidou got together with his girlfriend, he refuses to shut up about her. always finding new ways to mention her or remind him of how hot his girlfriend is. it’s reached the point where sae is unsure if she even exists. calling shidou out on this, shidou offered to introduce her, which is how sae found himself in his current predicament.

shidou’s the first to enter the suite, loud as always, going on about how uninteresting the casino below the hotel is. although what takes sae by surprise is the pretty little lady entering the suite behind him, hand in hand with shidou. he does a one over on you, taking in all your features and curves. he can’t lie, shidou was nothing short of the truth. if sae were to ever date, you were the standard.

once spotting sae, shidou was quick to emphasise that you did, in fact, exist. “see, look at her. ain’t she stunning?” he says as his hand snakes it’s way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. you and sae briefly exchange pleasantries before settling into the suite. the next few hours we’re full of small talk. you got to know sae and his relationship with shidou, as well as their work. the exchanges were quite pleasant. despite sae’s unapproachable demeanour, you found him quite easy to talk to as he’s quite a good listener. with your boyfriend in the conversation too, it was nothing short of interesting.

you’re a couple drinks in, slightly tipsy, as your conversation gets interrupted. the comfortable atmosphere of the suite gets interrupted by an annoying ringing. turns out, sae’s manager is calling.

“give me a moment,” he says, stepping out onto the balcony to take the call, leaving you and shidou alone in the suite.

“so, whatcha think?” shidou nudges you, excited to question you now that sae has left the room.

you pretend to think long and hard at his question, “hmmm…” you feign. “he’s actually quite nice company, not to mention he’s good-looking.”

shidou’s eyes narrowed at your response, not expecting your answer but taking the opportunity to tease you a bit. “is that so?” he tuts, his right hand finding it’s way up to your chin, holding you in place. “don’t tell me you think he’s hotter than me,” he exclaims in an over dramatic manner, keeping your gaze focused on him.

you can only giggle at his reaction before you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “ryusei… are you jealous?” you mutter. your boyfriend, ever the shameless, holds you firm as he traces your bottom lip. “how could i not be, sweetheart? wanna be the center of your attention.” with that, he closes the distance, capturing your mouth with his own. shidou’s kisses are always intense, today is definitely no exception. his lips meet yours with hunger and passion as he bullies his way past your lips, playing with them as he invades your mouth. “keep your eyes on me. ok?” he groans against your lips.

seconds turn into minutes as the two of you continue your messy make out, until the sound of the balcony door sliding open wakes you from your trance. to be honest, he was watching for a while. it’s not like his manager had anything important to say, so he quite appreciated the show. sae is leaning against the doorway, his brow cocked as his expression falls nothing short of teasing as he watches your heated exchange.

your body is still pressed up against shidou’s, his arm is still tightly wrapped around your waist, not letting you go. you expect him to release you after noticing sae, but to your surprise, he hoists you up onto his lap so that your straddling him. you open your mouth to protest, but sae’s smirk says it all. “what’s wrong, kitty? don’t let sae here ruin the mood. i know you want this, and i’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

you do a one-over on the situation. you glance at shidou, then turn to sae, who’s making himself comfy on the loveseat again, and then back to shidou. he’s grinning with mischief, seeing as he knows you want this. he knows that the thought of being watched turns you on and he’s just waiting for you to cave.

if this were anyone else, you would probably decline, clean yourself up, and pretend nothing ever happened. but this is sae itoshi, the japanese prodigy, and someone your boyfriend considers a close friend. so you swallow your pride, let out an exaggerated sigh and crash lips with shidou once again.

despite this kiss being just as intense as the last one, there’s something different about it. something igniting a fire inside you, which makes you push shidou onto the bed, now lying on top of him as you continue your heated makeout. he holds you close, so that your breasts are squished against him as he slowly rocks you up and down on his body. before you can even process it, your shirt is ripped off, and shidou is wriggling you out of your skirt and underwear. you then help him out of his clothes, leaving you both naked in front of sae.

you spare a quick glance at sae, he’s almost unreadable. he’s lounging on the loveseat, legs spread and champagne in hand as he watches you. his expression is unreadable, if you had to guess, you’d say he even looks uninterested. but the way he’s watching you and shidou with such detail makes you think otherwise. since you and shidou continued your session, his eyes have never left the two of you once. from the way you grind on shidou’s lap to the way he holds you firm from the back of your throat, he’s watching it all, not missing out on a single detail.

the sounds you and shidou make fill the room. your lips smashing against each other and your quiet moans keeping sae fixated on you. watching as you get more desperate, pulling away from the kiss to focus more on grinding on your boyfriend.

“you enjoying this, sweetheart? you like it when sae watches you whore yourself out for me?” he teases from beneath you, his large hands sliding up your body to palm your breasts. “what a naughty girl.” he flicks your hardened peaks, earning a moan from you that goes straight to his dick and also to sae’s, which is evident by the clear tent in his slacks. his cock feels heavier than normal, pressing against his boxers, aching for release. although, instead of giving in and relieving his stress, he chooses to ignore it, his grip on the champagne flute tightening. shidou notices this, deciding to tease him, “you seem awfully frustrated, sae. no need to restrain yourself, enjoy the show.” he grips your face, forcing you to turn around and lock eyes with sae in your fucked-out state, “i won’t take offence. she’s quite the sight for sore eyes, isn’t she?” with that, shidou fully turns you around, so that your body is facing sae. he hoists you off him for a second, giving him enough time to free his cock. letting it slap against his abs before he pulls you back.

still facing sae, he slowly sinks you down on his length. making you squirm with every inch and moaning at the penetration. sae’s eyes darken as he watches you sit down, his gaze fixed on the point where your bodies connect. the way your face contorts in pleasure, the sounds that escaped your lips—it’s too much for him to bear. he can feel his cock throbbing—begging for release. giving in, he finally unbuttons his slacks, letting out a needy sigh as he finally frees his member.

shidou guides your hips, helping you ride him, and sae can’t help but notice the way your breasts bounce with every movement. the sight was intoxicating, licking his lips unconsciously, as the sight of you goes straight to his cock.

"fuck, look at her," shidou groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts up into you. "she's so fucking tight, I can feel every inch of her.”

sae cocks a brow at his words. the way your walls clench around shidou's cock, the way your body trembles with pleasure, it’s a sight to behold. he can feel his cock twitch at the sight, leaking with precum. sae slides his thumb over his slit, collecting the leaking liquid, shuddering at the sensation before starting to stroke his cock, imagining your warm walls squeezing him instead of his fist.

"you like that, don't you?" shidou growles, his eyes boring into yours as he continues to thrust into you. "you like being watched, like having sae see how well you take my cock.”

your moans only grow louder, and sae finds himself even more enamoured by you, watching you intently as he matches his strokes to the rhythm shidou sets. he sees the pleasure etched on your face, the way your body moves in sync with shidou as the sound of skin on skin fills the room. he's mesmerised, unable to look away as every movement makes blood rush to his dick. but to his dismay, it seems this little show you put on for him wont last long. shidou’s thrusts slowly become more desperate, opting to hold you above him as he drills into you while you’re babbling incoherent sentences about how “you’re close”.

before you know it, you’re orgasm is crashing over you, screaming out shidou’s name as your body is trembling in ecstasy. even if you want to, any shame left in your body leaves as you ride out your high in front of the two men. shidou, not far behind, finds his own release deep inside of you. spilling his hot cum in your cunt, before sitting you back down on his lap. leaving sae the only one unsatisfied.

shidou, taking advantage of the situation, lifts you off him. letting his cum seep out of you before walking over to where sae is seated and occupying the space next to him. “would ya look at that, kitty,” he coos as you shakily make your way over to them, collapsing inbetween the two men's laps. “seems like our little performance wasn’t enough for sae.” shidou takes your right hand, directing it towards sae’s hard cock, replacing his hand with your own. “how about you be a good little slut and finish him off, hm? can’t have our prodigy missing out on all the fun, can we?”

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[miyukisu]

Breakfast in Bed .ᐟ

❤︎ | Trouble in paradise? Well, Sae has an early morning treat for you to fix that (2.5k wc) ╰ feat. itoshi sae (bllk) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 8 | kinktober masterlist

tags - somnophilia, rare sweet sae, sweet and sensual smex, p in v, unprotected smex, p*rn with plot, pussay eating, pronebone, profanity

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"Don't bother coming home. Jerk."

Sae wasn't one to reread texts, but he was beyond restless with the way you two left things an hour ago. It wasn't his fault that he was being kept at work for longer than he would like. He knew you wouldn't believe him when he said that he was trying his best to get home to you.

He wanted to prove a point; he really did. That's why he found himself booking a flight last minute on a trip that takes place at ungodly hours of the night.

That meant his usual ride wouldn't be there to pick him up at the airport and drive him straight to your shared condo unit. The Sae Itoshi had to flag down a taxi and make his way home like an ordinary person.

Sae leaned back on to the worn out faux leather seat of the taxi. His brows were scrunched, already feeling the impending headache caused by the unplanned trip home.

But again, he had to prove a point.

A deep sigh fell from his chapped lips as he opened the door to your place. He quickly checked his watch which read 4:48 AM. He should've been asleep hours ago, but he was generous enough to lose sleep just so he could come home to you as soon as possible.

He pushed his luggage haphazardly to the side before slipping off his shoes. His jacket was next to come off and he simply threw it on the couch.

Sae had to rub the sleep from his face. He'd been yawning multiple times throughout his trip home and he let out one big yawn before opening the door to the bedroom.

As expected, you were fast asleep. You couldn't be bothered to stay on your side of the bed, seeing as how you took up the center all sprawled out and lying on your stomach. Sae watched your sleeping figure for a moment before gently closing the door behind him. He quietly made his way over to the foot of the bed, still observing you.

"Well, here I am. Brat," he muttered to himself. As much as he wanted to tell you that—it was better if he let you sleep. Not that he thought you looked adorable that way, but he wasn't about to wake you up to say something so... asshole-y.

Although, his mind wandered. He was unsure if it was because he always thought this way or because his mind was exhausted from all the traveling he did—but God, did you look ethereal in that silk night dress.

His eyes traced every curve hugged by the fabric. The tiny dress bunched up a bit by your waist, showing off the sorry excuse for panties that you wore to sleep.

He calls them that because it barely covered anything.

Finally, he understood why you were so frantic about him coming home as soon as he could. You missed him and he missed you. Though, "missed" felt like an understatement.

Sae needed you and it took him an awful ride back home to realize just that.

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He had to be careful. Slowly, he let his knee dig into the mattress, the cushions dipping due to his weight. Sae plants both hands on either side of you as he attempts to hover above you. It was like a hungry lion about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.

He let his eyes roam your body, noting how he'll touch you without waking you up. Up close, he can see how your body rises up and down as you breathe. You looked so peaceful—a stark contrast of what you probably looked like earlier when quarreling with him over text.

A soft sigh escapes his lips. Sae was incredibly tired; he wanted nothing more than to plop down right beside you and snooze until morning. But, then again, he also had this urge.

A burgeoning urge to feel you—to touch you.

He took a single finger and traced the column of your back. Sae watched intently as your face scrunched up, annoyed by the unexpected stimulus.

But, much to his pleasure, that one touch made you shift from lying on your stomach and on to your back. He had to move away a bit to make sure you didn't hit him as you moved.

You were now facing him—mouth slightly agape—telling Sae that you were having a good night's rest. Hi gaze lingered on your face for a moment before it trailed down to where your clothes had bunched up even further.

That only made it harder for him to go to sleep.

Sae could be cheeky sometimes. He pulled the thin strap of your panties with two fingers before letting it go and hearing the 'snap' it made against your skin.

You softly grunted, annoyed that whatever it was that was bothering you hasn't gone away yet.

Truthfully, he found it quite amusing. His mind raced about what he was to do moving forward. But the longer he admired your body, the more sure he became of his choice.

Carefully, he pushed the fabric of your dress a little higher—just enough to show your belly button. He hooked his finger on the strap of your panties before pulling it down, slowly and steadily so as to not wake you up.

Once the flimsy fabric was out of sight, he stared at your lower half again—debating whether or not to continue. But he was already there, wasn't he?

As gently as he could, Sae pushed your leg away, opening you up for him. He had seen you countless of times before, but the sight of your glistening folds always seem to knock the air out of his lungs each time. You were a sight for sore eyes.

Cautiously, he traced your pussy with the pad of his thumb. That alone had him sucking through his teeth. He pressed your clit firmly causing you to squirm, but not enough to snap you out of your slumber.

"Fuck," he whispered into the chilly air of your shared bedroom. He liked foreplay as much as the next guy, but he was sure his dick was going to burst with how hard it was. He needed you now.

But he remembered how irritated you were earlier over the phone... perhaps, he could still be nice enough and prepare you even if just by a bit.

He dug in like a starved animal, lapping at your folds with a newfound enthusiasm you had never seen from him before when he ate you out. He was sure you'd laugh at him if you saw how famished he was for you. The stoic Sae Itoshi would never look so desperate like this.

But you were none the wiser about it, so he didn't care.

He suckled your clit relentlessly and you tried snapping your thighs close, but he made sure you kept them nicely opened up for him. Sae was growing impatient by the second, tongue darting in your hole at a quick pace.

You were already a mess for him. Surely, you should be ready for him at this point.

Sae gave your weeping pussy one last lick before hovering above you again. He could barely make out the expression you were making, but you were probably having the wildest dream right now. He softly patted your head—as if to soothe you—and ran his fingers through your hair.

In a rare show of gentle affection, the man leaned down and gave you a quick peck on your forehead. Somehow, that tiny action eased your expression—as though you knew who it was that gave you such a kiss.

With one hand supporting his weight, Sae used the other to free his aching cock from his sweats. He hissed upon feeling the air wrap around his sensitive skin.

He needed something warm, he thought. It just so happens that the perfect little pussy was right in front of him, waiting to be devoured.

Sae stroked himself a few times, easing himself up first before you'd suck him in without mercy.

He felt like a teenager all over again—biting his lip at such a mundane moment. Mundane—considering the other things you two have done in the past.

Soon as he lined up the tip against your entrance, he didn't wait another second. A guttural groan left him once his tip penetrated you. One swift push and he was halfway in.

It had him throwing his head back. This was new—this was definitely new.

"Sae?"

The faint sound of you calling out his name snapped him out of the immense pleasure he was feeling. Part of him felt a tad bit embarrassed that you caught him at his most vulnerable.

"Happy now? I'm home," he whispers. Although, he gives you no chance to respond—stuffing the rest of his length into you.

It felt like the stars aligned for him. The sun rose high enough at this hour that the light poured into the room. He could see more clearly the way your face contorted in bliss.

He pulled out again, only to sheath himself back to the hilt. He was used to fucking you stupid—purging the brattiness that he had to deal with on the daily. But, for some odd reason, he wanted to go slow today.

Sae leaned down again to give you another kiss on the forehead. He didn't feel all too embarrassed now. Besides, you were half-awake anyway.

"Slept well? You better 'cuz I may have missed you."

His words caused you to choke out a moan. "That's rich."

Usually, with a response like that, he'd start snapping his hips faster. But he controlled himself. You were always cranky in the morning after all.

"I know you missed me. Look at how well you take me." His eyes dart down to where you two were connected. A white ring had formed at the base of his cock and there was already a faint squelching sound every time he bucked his hips into you.

You clicked your tongue, annoyed that there was no way of denying the truth. It was hard to lie with his face close to yours and with his dick dragging along your walls so sweetly.

"You can lie all you want, but your pussy always tells me the truth," he whispers in your ear. Again, he cut you off—biting your earlobe gently.

The unusually slow and sensual pace threw you off, but you weren't complaining. He still hit that spot perfectly like he always did. And you kind of liked this—how he'd whisper sweet things to you, kiss your neck so desperately, and make love to you so tenderly.

Slow as he was, it still brought you closer and closer to the edge. He was quick to catch on it as you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him close to you.

The rapid breathing that filled his ears made him impossibly harder. Neither did it help that you kept getting tighter and tighter around him. He wanted to last longer, but the quivering of your pussy caused by your first orgasm pushed him to climax with you. Sticky seed painted your walls.

It was romantic—kind of. He was only realizing that now.

After his climax died down slightly, it was then he felt the sting of your nails scratching his back earlier. Though it didn't bother him at all.

If anything—it only heightened the sensations he was feeling.

"Fuck... I didn't mean to—"

You coo at him. "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed."

Just like he did earlier, you patted his head—hair rather damp from the sweat that built up due to your activities.

But you were too quick to comfort him because he was still painfully hard even after coming once.

"Ah... Guess I won't be going back to sleep soon huh?"

Sae sighs deeply. "I can deal with it myself. You can go back to sleep if you want."

You knew he had a habit of dealing things by himself even with things in the bedroom. It killed him inside to say that; he wanted to do so much more to your compliant body.

As he was about to pull out, you hastily wrapped your legs around his torso to stop him.

"Goddamn."

Sae couldn't help but bury his face into your neck. Thank fuck you were just as insatiable as he was.

"Sleep can wait," you whisper back.

"Turn around then."

'What?" you asked.

"On your tummy. I wanna do something," he explained.

Reluctantly, you unclasped your legs, letting him pull out. Sae helped you turn to lie flat on your belly. Now, you understood what he wanted to do.

Instead of slapping your ass like he would usually do, he caressed it—admiring his favorite body part of yours. With two large hands, he spread you out for him.

The new position made more blood rush into his dick. He had to fuck you one more time or else it would get too painful again.

He sheathed himself back in. His dick stretched you out deliciously and you tried stifling your moans, planting your face into the mattress.

Sae began fucking you with the same pace as earlier. Every drag along your walls elicited a moan from you that went wasted—being muffled by the thick covers.

He kept you all spread out for him. The grip on your ass was almost bruising even though he had promised to be gentle today. It was simply impossible to not get ahead of himself.

No words were exchanged as he pounded you from behind. The exhaustion you both felt and the need to moan your heart out took precedence.

A groan rumbled from his chest. He was close again. He was coming again way too fast for his liking. Sae was starting to think his dick was having problems, but maybe it was just your tight and warm cunt making him go haywire.

"Fuck... what did you do to me?" he wondered before a deep groan rumbled from his chest.

In response, you came abruptly—coating his length with your juices. You let out your most vulgar moan that morning. Your neighbors would have definitely heard if it weren't for the bed suppressing most of the volume.

You've had too many complaints in the past.

"Hahhh... waking up the neighbors? What a dirty fucking girl you are. Take it—take it all."

His hips began to go at a staccato pace, going out of beat once in a while in anticipation of his incoming high.

With one final thrust of his hips into you—he came so much like he hadn't just emptied himself in your cunt earlier. A warm sensation flooded your pussy again.

Sae swore that if he had time to rest after the match and before getting on that plane, he wouldn't be pathetically lying on top of you like this. He swore that he wouldn't collapse after coming a measly 2 times.

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╰ author's note The ending is so ass. I don't know how to end these things wtf

[shouyuus]

18+, mdni

inspired by @rabbbitseason's insane sae art right here pls direct all complaints to that-a-way :)

ta!sae who's known campus-wide for being a no-nonsense guy, a harsh grader, and an even harsher tutor when it comes to giving critical feedback. who barely says a word during lectures when the professor's there, content to sit in his corner desk at the front of the classroom, occasionally scanning the lecture hall for anyone who's clearly not paying attention to the professor (participation is 35% of the final grade, so you had better be actively listening/taking notes during class).

ta!sae who always shows up in the same getup -- white shirt, suspenders, clean dark slacks. sometimes, he'd wear glasses, sometimes, he'd be without. who has a habit of absently rolling up his sleeves when he gets really into a passage, even though you can't tell from the flatness of his voice, there's a certain way his fingers always dance when he gets properly invested in one topic or other.

ta!sae who, despite his ice-cold rep, has full office hours, because he is as good as they say (if not better), his comments and critiques, if a little on the harsher side, are always helpful and right to the point, and sure, he's been known to make students with more tender dispositions cry on occasion from his hyper-blunt comments ("and what exactly are you trying to say with this sentence? it goes on for... half the paragraph and doesn't make a cohesive point." "there's no coherent thread between the in-text examples and your examination of them -- did you consider these quotes at all before you chose them?") but it's an undisputed fact that he helps you get better, no matter the method.

ta!sae who's got a weird fan-following amongst the more precocious female students (and a handful of the males as well), but he never pays them much mind, treating them like he does everyone else, brushing off their obvious advances, never blushing when a girl gets too close, tries to run her finger along the length of his suspenders, asks him if he's down to get coffee -- he'd pin her with a flat look and repeat that "office hours are monday through thursday, from 3-5pm" and that if she needs help, she can sign up for a slot just like everyone else.

ta!sae who almost does a double-take the first time you step into his little office, but he manages to keep his gaze steady when you settle yourself across his desk and lay out your notes; he can't help thinking to himself that you're a pretty one. but he files that thought away for later -- it's not like you're the first pretty girl to appear opposite him in this office, and he's sure you won't be the last. but there's something about you... he just doesn't know what yet.

ta!sae who expects you to recoil from his comments, but you don't. you push back, you question him, force him to pause and rethink his viewpoints. he blinks, meets your eyes -- and for the first time, he feels a heat prickling into the skin of his cheeks. who, finds himself glancing at the clock on the wall, only to find that he's held you longer than your allotted time but when you get up to leave, he feels a sharp tug in his stomach, like the urge to lean forward and catch your wrist in his, just to see if your pulse is jumping, like his just did.

"i'll see you in a week, then."

you turn at the door, your eyes bright.

"but i haven't made another appointment."

sae blinks owlishly at you, the hard turquoise of his gaze sharpening beneath the florescent lighting.

"then make one."

you cock your head to the side; the corner of your lip twitches. then, you're turning and slipping through his door.

ta!sae who refreshes his calendar every 30 minutes for the next day and a half until he sees that you've finally made an appointment for the same time next week. and the week after. and, the week after that. he allows himself a tiny smile, turns his phone onto do not disturb, and does not check it again for the rest of that week.

ta!sae who pays a bit more attention to you in class, though not enough for any of the other students to notice. who lets his eyes linger on you, even though you never sit in the first row, whenever you look up from your notes, it's to find him watching you, though the second your eyes meet, he'll blink once, and turn away, going back to the lecture. and when you show up to your second appointment for his office hours, he's waiting for you, his fingers laced casually over his desk, his glasses perched on his nose.

you pause for a second by the door to admire the image -- sharp-tongued as he may be, reticent and even cold-shouldered, he still cuts a startling image, strawberry hair and ocean eyes, set off by the muted woods of the bookshelf behind him, the walnut grain of his desk, the piles of papers and books just a tad messier than one might expect of someone like him.

"come. sit."

you do, dropping into the seat opposite him and pressing your bag into your lap. a beat of silence. you point towards a small manila file on his desk.

"you gave me a b minus on the last pop quiz."

sae glances towards it before his eye slingshot back to you. it takes everything inside you not to shiver at the contact.

"yes, and?"

"i -- i don't think i deserved that grade."

he makes a soft noise and reaches over, tugging your quiz out with near surgical precision. he presses it to the table and flips it around, pushing it towards you, the red marks jarring against the white page, the black in, the faint grayscale of your penciled in answers.

"and why's that?"

"i --" you suck in a breath, "on question three, you marked me off, but my answer was correct. it was just a phrasing issue."

"hm. i appreciate you feel that way. i don't agree."

ta!sae who doesn't waste time arguing with you, but does take your complaints into account. the rest of your session is spent going over the notes from the previous class and clearing up any misunderstandings that might've sprung from the text. by the time you leave, you feel slightly better, but you pause by the door, glancing over your shoulder. you find him watching you, as you so often do nowadays.

"s-since you don't do grade adjustments... do you accept extra credit work?"

sae's eyes flicker with something so akin to hunger it makes your stomach flip. then again, it might've just been curiosity or incredulity, caught beneath the slant-wise light of the small, windowless office.

"no."

"oh... you... you wouldn't even consider it?"

he's quiet for a bit longer this time. then, he drops his eyes to the stack of papers on his desk.

"i'll see you next week."

ta!sae who gets used to seeing you on tuesday nights, for the last 30 minutes of his office hours. who lets you stay five minutes over, and then ten. and then one day, he glances at the clock, and it's almost 6pm. he purses his lips, lets his eyes flicker over the shape of you, scribbling in your notebook, an array of pastel-colored highlighters scattered across his usually meticulously organized desk.

"are you hungry?"

you glance up, your fingers pausing over your notes.

"oh, uh --"

"there's a pizza place around the corner."

you stare at him for a few seconds before your stomach growls and heat washes into your cheeks. you scramble to cram your study materials into your bag, blushing something furious as you smooth a palm over your skirt and stand up.

"y-yeah -- sounds good."

ta!sae who's quiet, watching you dig into your hawaiian pizza, who doesn't question it when you order banana peppers on the side and snack of them like they're french fries, though he does make a face when you ask him if he wants actual french fries.

"not a fan?" you ask, grinning as you take another bite of pizza. his eyes linger on the grease-slicked shine of your lips longer than it ought, before he takes a much smaller, dainty bite of his own.

"no." he offers no explanation, and you don't ask for one.

the next week, he doesn't ask if you're hungry. only stands up and motions for the door.

ta!sae who finds himself a little lost the first time he hears you laugh, the sound of it so bright, ringing through him, reverberating against his bones till he can feel it in his teeth. and not for the first time, he wonders what it might feel like to kiss you, to lick the pizza grease off yours lips, and if your mouth would taste like canned pineapples.

truthfully, he doesn't think he'd mind.

ta!sae who, when he does finally give into the urge and kiss you, it's a barely controlled thing, all teeth and barely-restrained hunger, and it's so much more passionate than you might expect that you jerk back a second later, wide eyes flickering between his as if looking for some kind of hidden explanation. he offers none, only drags you forward by the collar of your dress to meld your lips again, groans against the feeling of your lips on his, licks into your mouth till you're melting against him, hoists you bodily into his lap so you're straddling him proper, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips, trailing down to tease at the skin of your thighs --

"i -- i thought -- you didn't accept extra credit --" you pant, rolling your hips down just to watch his lashes flutter (and they're stupidly gorgeous, aren't they? he's known for them -- itoshi sae, of the unnecessarily long, perfect lashes).

he sucks in a breath, his palms planted on your hips as you rock yourself against him.

"i never said anything -- about extra credit."

ta!sae who is annoyingly stoic, even as you're working yourself into a frenzy in his lap, soaking through your panties, his slacks, and if not for the threadiness in his breath or the way you can feel his cock pulsing inside his pants, you'd almost miss how debauched he actually is on the inside. who grips your waist so hard you're sure you'll find the pale blue ghosts of his fingertips there the following morning (not that you mind), the crescent moon kisses of his nails as he helps you ride his cock over the thin material of his slacks.

ta!sae who, after he's finally had enough of all this foreplay, presses you down over his desk, papers and all, flipping up the hem of your skirt to tug aside your panties, the soft click of his belt coming undone making your shiver, but when you try to turn your head, all you feel is a palm against the back of your neck, his fingers curling around the sides --

"keep still --"

you stop your squirming, but you can't help the way you keen when he feel his cockhead pushing at your sodden folds, or the way your hips jerk forward when he sheaths himself inside you, the stretch of it making your eyes flutter shut, a groan twisting its way from your throat.

"f-fuck --" you gasp, the first time he pulls back and rucks forward again. you hear him hiss out a long breath, feel the pressure of his hand leave your neck, feel him trail his hand down the length of your spine to pull at your arms, locking them behind your back as he starts to fuck into you proper.

ta!sae who does not tell you to keep quiet, because he knows that it's late enough, and his office is the last one at the end of the hallway --

"no one's here this late, usually --" his voice is more level than you'd like; you clench down around him just to hear his breath stutter. but then he's bending over you, pressing his chest to the whole length of your back, pinning you beneath him, his voice hot by your ear as he murmurs --

"c'mon then, let me hear you."

ta!sae who is rougher than you'd expect, fucking you hard enough for the edge of the table to dig into your hips, the tenderness only heightening the pleasure as he leans back, the new angle making your eyes roll back. who yanks you up by your arms, uncaring to the way they strain as he jackhammers into you from behind, groaning low in his throat as he finally reaches his climax, pulling out only to paint the length of your back, right over your blouse, careless of the way you whine -- both at the loss of him and also the thought of him messing up your shirt.

"t-that's gonna stain!" you snipe, pouting as you glance over your shoulder at him, not quite able to muster a full glare, but you hope that you dissatisfaction comes across all the same.

he's a bit breathless, his cheeks a bit redder than usual, but otherwise, he looks stupidly normal for having just fucked you over his desk. he fixes you with a look before letting go of your arms.

"you brought a jacket, didn't you?"

ta!sae who hoists you up onto the desk as soon as you turn around, despite your squeak of surprise, dropping to his knees to bury his face between your thighs. you barely have time to yelp before the sound morphs into a gasp of pleasure as he licks a long strip up your cunt and shoves three fingers into you, curling them up till your vision fizzes out at the sides.

"oh fuck --!"

you glance down to see him watching you, his sea-glass eyes fixed on your face even as you reach down to fist your fingers in his hair, uncertain if you want to push him away for pull him closer.

ta!sae who eats you out with the tactical precision of a surgeon, till you're shaking open above him, rolling your hips into his face, your ass almost falling off the edge of the desk, and when he finally pulls away, your slick shining down his chin, he only licks his lips and reaches into a drawer for a pack of tissues, offering you one while taking the other to wipe at his face.

"i'll see you next week," he says, tossing the tissue away, even as you wiggle your panties back into place.

you let out a soft puff of incredulous laughter. he cocks his head, waiting for you to say something. you fix him with a long look before grinning and rolling your eyes, smoothing down the hem of your dress and picking up your book bag.

"yeah. see you then.

ta!sae who doesn't even startle when two days later, you storm into his office, well outside of his office hours, waving the paper he'd passed back that morning in class.

"you gave me a c plus?"

sae is unfazed by your apparent agitation, shrugging before lowering his eyes back to his book.

"you missed some key parts of the reading. if you bring it by next tuesday, we can go over the specific --"

"i've got your cumstains on the back of one of my favorite blouses!"

for a beat, sae is silent, considering your words. then, he looks up, tugging his glasses off his nose bridge and folding them carefully on his desk.

"they come out with a bit of baking powder and white vinegar. and i believe i made myself very clear at the beginning of term --" he slowly rolls up the sleeves of his white button up before folding his hands delicately on the table, right behind his glasses.

"i don't accept extra credit or any... supplementary work."

you lick your lips at the inflection in his tone, your cheeks flaring with heat.

"however."

you perk up as he glances at the clock on the wall, leaning back to pop the first button of his shirt.

"i do have some time before my next lecture --"

you feel a thrill tingle up your spine as you watch him pop the second button on his shirt with a casual flick of his thumb.

"... and if you'd like to discuss the things you missed, i might make an exception."

you raise your eyebrows, reaching back to shut the door behind you. the click of the lock makes your mouth water.

"to what," you ask, dropping your bookbag by the chair and rounding the table, leaning against the edge as sae's eyes skate down the length of you, lingering on the imprint of your bra peaking through your blouse, "the extra credit thing or your office hours."

the shadow of a grin twitches at sae's lips as he tugs you down into his lap.

"either, both. i suppose... you'll have to wait to find out."

[dollbrbie]

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♡ even fucking you in doggy he wants to see your pretty face

♡ fucking you so intimately

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♡ he loves filling you up with his cum

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♡ making love with your boyfriend

♡ stretching you out on his massive cock

♡ eating you out while he fists his cock

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[bitchimasnake-sss]

is it possible for you to do the itoshi brothers (sae & rin) x y/n? like both tg if you know what I mean 😅😅

you read my mind. it's the way i was just itching to write the itoshi brothers together omg.

☆ my life with the itoshi brothers!

── a blue lock fanfiction. // where your stay with the itoshi brothers goes wrong.

synopsis: being an exchange student coming to tokyo all on your own, weren't you grateful that the itoshi family opened up their homes and hearts to you — especially, the two bothers? pairing: afab!reader x itoshi rin x itoshi sae [aged up.] wc: 5.9k cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NOT PROOFREAD. MDNI. ISTG GIRL GO TO SCHOOL. nsfw includes: THREESOME, manipulative, mean 'n jealous men (both sae and rin), blackmail, bimbofication, overstimulation, penetration, blowjob, degardation kink (slut), praise kink (good girl), marathon sex, doin' it raw. m.list

‪‪❤︎‬ rin itoshi.

rin itoshi was unnerving.

black hair, teal eyes, tall, cold demeanor, and a footballer by profession — that pretty much summed rin itoshi.

but... there was something off about him, something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

rin itoshi was quiet — too quite, in fact.

despite sharing a home with him for the past two months, there were only vague guesses you could make about him.

the sharp-mouthed raven-head kept his thoughts to himself, but never his opinions —always being the loudest at the table when it came to complaining. cladding himself whole in a blanket of coldness, his narrow eyes were always observing, always taking in everything in a silent-killer type of way.

rin itoshi was confusing.

because sometimes, you could swear it was you that his gaze was following across the room. it was you he was etching to his memory as he stole glances during dinner. it was you whose door he stood outside of in the middle of the night... or was that just a shadow?

but... why would the rin itoshi look at you?

you were sure the man didn't want anything to do with you. he avoided you like the fucking plague, leaving you ignored with one-worded answers and tight-lipped nods. you had never even seen him smile, or even meet your eyes for more than a minute straight.

the longest interaction between you two was when you had once dropped the pot of soup while carrying it from the kitchen to the dinner table, and he had rolled his eyes with a sigh, "let me help."

bending down, his teal eyes had never quite met yours. his lips were pressed into a thin line, and when his pale skin flutteringly touched against yours, you heard a wayward hiss as he clamored away to the kitchen far too jelly-legged.

rin itoshi was a phantom you could no longer comprehend.

a phantom that alit the tip of your fingers and electrocuted your whole body, a phantom akin to the weird feeling that brewed within your stomach whenever he was around.

what was he doing to you..?

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knock, knock, knock.

swift knocks made you known of someone's presence outside your door.

your gaze instinctively ran over the desk you were studying at, finally stalling against the alarm clock that read 1:28 a.m.

drawing out the pencil you were chewing on past your lips, you glanced back at the closed door. you dragged your chair back, then walking towards the door with steady footing. as you meekly swung the door inwards, you found ri—

"—in?" your brows furrowed as your took his moonlit, towering figure. casted among moonshine and darkness, rin itoshi's pale face had a monotonous expression plastered onto it as per usual.

one hand on the door and the other clutching onto the half-chewed pencil, you stared at him as if he was an actual phantom. spluttering, you found your words heavy in your mouth, "what's up?"

why was he at your door at almost two in the morning?

your gaze scanned his physique — from broad, well-trained shoulders to rippling abs; taught biceps to pretty fingers— wait. what was that?

tucking the pencil in your hands against the shell of your ears, your gaze zeroed in on the book he was clutching onto, "what's that?"

rin didn't answer straight away, and something in his shady gaze made you feel like he was staring at you the way you were staring at him — or rather, your body.

nimble fingers tried to fix the straps of your tank-top, then coming down to pull down the shorts that had hiked up while studying. your hair was probably a bit of a mess, and your eyes were probably laden with sleep. it was so cold, and dark... could rin tell your face was hued red? could he tell you were chewing on the inside of your cheek, tormented by his silence?

"i need your help with something." he waited for a second, and you nodded, allowing him into your room.

as he closed the door behind him, his words were dry — a formality, you presumed, "am i bothering you? what were you even doing?"

"i uh—" your gaze shifted to the desk you had been sitting at. the desk-lamp had lit the pages of the book stark white, and you found it hard to adjust your hazy vision, "—was studying."

"of course." rin hummed — still hovering near the door —and you titled your head oh-so-cutely at him, "but why're you up so late, though? don't you have practice early in the morning, rin?"

despite being a footballer, rin was pursuing a degree. he was a year under you at the same university, you knew that. but you also knew that he didn't take any of that studying shit seriously — being a football prodigy and all. maybe that's why his answer surprised you, "i was studying too."

"oh?" you paused, taken aback, "what... for?"

"i have midterms coming up." he admitted softly, "and i— well, i've heard you're somewhat of an academic prodigy."

well, you hadn't gotten a year long opportunity to study in japan without hardwork. obviously, you were smart. you knew that, and yet your voice pitched up at his sudden compliment, "what?!"

heat climbed up the cresses of your cheeks, a wild feeling lodging itself in your chest at his acknowledgement, "n-nothing of that sort, rin."

but rin cut off your stupid ramble easily, "i need your help with studying. do you mind?"

"oh?"

ofcourse you didn't mind.

after all the itoshi family was doing for you, the least you could offer were a few hours of your night to tutor their youngest son.

you just didn't realise you were going to give much more than you bargained for.

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at first, it was all innocent — professional, even.

rin itoshi would come in anywhere between twelve to one at night and spend an exact 120 minutes studying with you. sitting quietly on the opposite side of your bed, his eyes would only linger on your face, quietly taking in your instructions. and then — as soon as his time was up — rin would walk out and pretend as if he never even spoke to you.

maybe you were supposed to feel a sense of betrayal at his behavior. but he was a good student — hassle-free, quick, and down-to-business, so, what could you even complain about?

but as the days went on, his demeanor shifted.

with each forgone hour of the night, day by day, the pro-player started inching closer towards you. his fingers started splaying against yours as he guided your hand to the sum he was confused about, staying against your skin for a moment too long. and sometimes, you were sure his gaze had shifted from your face down, down, down.

what was he doing?

but ofcourse, he didn't do anything. rin itoshi must have known better than starting something with the student his family was hosting. of course.

that was until his resolve broke.

coming in one day, rin didn't even bother bringing in his book that night. hair damp from a shower, black skin-fitting compression shirt, grey sweats and the next you knew, his hand was inside your shorts and moans of his name were out of your lips.

after that day, you were rin itoshi's little plaything in the dark hours of the night.

holed up against your room, under the pretense of studying, rin itoshi would always break you just like he was doing right now.

"ri-rin." trying to soothe your scratchy throat, you gulped, "enough."

but his fingers never halted against your throbbing nub, not even as you begged him in those pathetic, little whines.

he had perched you in his lap, had your grinding your dripping, bare pussy against his naked erection — all while the tips of his fingers drew patterns against your clit.

your tshirt had been tugged to reveal your sensitive tits, and rin had found endless joy in rolling and tugging the pert bud under his fingers as you moaned and whined.

"rin—" your back arched, chest parting from him as you bucked forward with a wild moan, "s-stop, 's too-too much."

but rin itoshi just pulled you back flush against his chest. pressing his lips onto your feverish skin, he left chaste kisses against the column of your throat.

you squirmed, trying again to break free, "ri— god, stop."

when he finally spoke, his words were so condescending, "awh, too much for you?"

and despite nodding, despite agreeing with him, despite knowing that it was too much — your greedy hips gyrated over his pelvis over and over again, trying to get enough friction to land another orgasm.

"really?" he mocked you, words sharp as knife, "if it's so much, why're you still rubbing against me like a slut?"

"s-shut up." you hissed, eyes widening at his accusations — yet never stopping the delicious swirls of your cunt against his erection, "'m not a s-slut."

"hm?" the pro-player hummed, taking your nod as a challenge to wreck you even worse. his fingers sped up against you, strumming your folds as if hell-bent on making you cry. "hah, but see? still begging me to fuck you."

rin itoshi laughed, and the sound reverberated against your shuddering form and went straight to your soaking core. his fingers slowed down just a little, and you whined in distress. how could he torture you and pretty pussy like that?

he collected the honeydew on the pad of his fingers to bring it up to your soft lips. pressing the liquid against your tongue, he made sure you tasted your sweet essence just like he had all those nights.

"d'you like this?" the man asked softly, nipping your skin under his canines as his fingers stayed past your lips, "d'you like when i ruin you like this?"

god, why won't he shut up.

embarrassment sewed itself against your wobbling, half-formed words, "mmph— mm-no."

"you don't like this..?" rin scoffed in disbelief, licking at the dents he had made in your neck from his teeth, "you're telling me that you don't wait for me every night? hm?"

you tried to shake your head, but rin shoved his fingers so mean within your mouth, "you don't wait for me to come and make you cry my name every night, huh?"

"that's n—" but before you could moan out some pathetic refute, rin continued, "if you don't like this, why won't you tell anyone?"

dragging his soaked fingers down your lips, tainting your jaw, he murmured, "go ahead, tell my family how i sneak in every night and fuck your brains out."

you moaned at his lewd words, your heat throbbing wildly at every silky syllable past his reddened lips. your muscles ached as another storm brewed within your body, ready to demolish you from within. voice hoarse, you begged, "ri- ple-please please please ju-jus' touch me."

and despite his harsh words, rin complied. playing his deft fingers against you yet again, he made sure you would fall apart.

and fall apart, you did.

your toes curled, head crashed back into his chest with a soft thud, and eyes clenched shut at the feeling that ran amok in your body.

at seeing you unravel, rin goaded, "but i know you won't tell anyone else, right?" he sighed, "you like this. you like when i come and use you, don't you?"

muscles spasming, your jaw sagged open, "a-ah fuck, rin! i'm gon' mmph—"

"—shh." rin itoshi brought up another hand to your mouth, shushing you in that gentle voice of his, "shhh. someone might hear you, pretty."

and although he cooed in fake-concern, his fingers never stopped from absolutely ruining you even through your nth orgasm of the night, "you don't want anyone to find you like this, right? dumb-fucked on my lap, right?"

why was he even asking questions knowing what state you were in — knowing he was the one responsible for it, anyways.

when you gave back no answer, just moaning against his palm as sobs racked through your body, he smiled against your sweaty skin — amused.

rin itoshi mused in all his egoistic glory, "after all... such a smart girl like you would never be caught looking so, so utterly dumb. right, pretty?"

but you were too far gone to even respond.

‪‪❤︎‬ sae itoshi.

sae itoshi was a little bit better.

red hair, same teal eyes with the long lashes, a footballer by profession, a little shorter than his brother, but friendlier too — that described sae itoshi well enough.

but just like his brother, since day one, you could feel something off about him too — something lurking just below his friendly appearances, something that made you feel like a helpless prey in front of him.

sae itoshi was quiet.

but unlike his younger brother, he was quiet for a reason. that reason being to observe everything in his wicked silence. sae bid his time, collected his evidences, and waited for the correct time to pounce — like the apex predator.

sae itoshi wasn't dumb.

too many times had he noticed his younger brother sneaking into your room in the middle of the night. and as days turned into weeks, he knew your 'studying sessions' had turned into something wholly different — if your breathless moans and cries for help were any indication.

sae itoshi was nasty.

because he had spent night after night standing at your door, jerking his erection to the symphonies of your ruination, biting his lips to restrict the soft groans that threatened to reveal his presence.

"ohmygod rin—" you would cry from the other side, and sae would squeeze the base of his cock, wondering if he could fuck you better than his brother could.

of course he could. he just needed to show you that.

so, after bidding all his time, sae itoshi was ready to get what he wanted one way or the other — even if the other way was blackmail.

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"yeah, sae?" you had knocked on his door, your voice shaky, "what's wrong..?"

it was 2:31 a.m., and rin had just left your room.

every fibre of your being knew how utterly wrecked you looked right now — from your kiss-bitten lips to drenched cunt. you just prayed that the ever-observant older itoshi didn't catch onto your helpless state. you prayed that sae itoshi was oblivious to your and rin's little arrangement. you prayed but it was all in vain, for sae itoshi was your new deity.

"come in." sae nodded, sitting so still on the edge of his bed. you stepped in, closing the door softly behind you with a light creak!

before you could take another step, sae threw another command your way, "lock it too."

click!

you followed his command, looking at him weird now that you two were alone in his room, cut off from the rest of the itoshi household.

it unnerved you.

did sae itoshi know? was he about to kick you out of his home now that he knew? was he going to tell his parents and would they kic—

"—how long has it been going on for?" sae leaned back, using his forearms to support his muscled figure. his voice was normal, not accusatory or angry — just normal.

"w-what?" you gave his a saccharine sweet smile, not moving an inch away from the door — scared. you repeated, this time a bit louder to mask your trembling figure, "what are you talkin-g about, sae?"

"you and rin." sae replied, almost bored of your stupid answers, "how long have you been fucking for?"

and your knees almost gave out.

you stayed silent — haunted by the shock that had overcome you. so, sae picked himself from his cushiony bed to walk towards you. with each step of his, your mouth went drier, and your vision grew hazier.

as the redhead towered over you, standing barely a hairsbreadth away with that peculiar look in his eyes — you tried to blink away the sudden pool of tears in your eyes, "l-listen sae... i-i'm sorry. r-rin said—" your gaze fell to the wooden floor, "'m so sorry please."

a sly smile tugged on sae itoshi's lips at your crumbling state — he was amused.

bringing his index under your jaw, he pulled your face up to meet his. as your jittery gaze tangled against his — the man pouted, mocking you, "are you scared right now?"

"n-no."

"don't worry, love." sae's voice dropped a few octaves. a sudden, malevolent desire churned within his system as he dragged the same index finger down your jaw and to your collarbone, "i won't tell a soul."

"i won't tell anyone." goosebumps raised against your soft skin as sae maintained the wicked eye contact, "but i shouldn't miss out on all the fun, right?"

"what..?" your lips wobbled, and sae dragged his hands down your collarbones to your chest. teasing your pert nipple from over the thin fabric, he drew out a gasp out of your shuddering body.

sae smiled at your reaction, still teasing your nipple, "you heard me."

and now, you were about to be stuffed full of sae itoshi's cock.

on your knees, sticking your tongue out for his heavy erection, you sat on the floor as sae sat on the edge of his bed.

"nod for 'yes', and shake your head no for 'no'." sae pushed his tip past your inviting mouth, delving deeper into you, "got me?"

you nodded, tongue flattening against the underside of his heavy cock. you could taste his salty pre on your tastebuds as your hands squeezed the base of his achy cock.

"good girl." sae leaned back on one forearm, another guiding your head by your hair to take him deeper, "is your stay at our home good?"

you nodded again, looking at him with those wide, doe-eyes as your sinful mouth sucked him off so good. sae almost fisted the sheets, thinking about how were so good at this.

fuck rin itoshi.

but he put aside his anger, instead asking you, "does rin bother you?"

even as you sucked on his tip precisely, you shook your head no.

"you're being honest?"

and you shook your head yes, dragging your hand up and down his shaft with each action.

"are you gonna tell rin about me and you, hm?"

you paused, looking up at guidance because truly, were you supposed to?

"don't tell him... hah, after all, he didn't tell me, did he..?" sae laughed and the vibrations reverberated in your mouth. he guided your mouth up and down, up and down, up and down his cock. nodding with resolve, he commanded you, "selfish fucker thought he could have you all to himself. stupid as fuck."

sae breathed heavier, closing his eyes at the way you kept your hands and tongue synchronized. sucking on his tip as if a succubus while your soft palms squeezed at the base of his cock.

heaving out a broken sigh, he asked, "have you ever done this with... rin?"

and despite keeping his eyes closed, he could feel your soft nod of yes.

"has he fucked you?"

and you nodded a swift no, assuring the older itoshi that whatever happened between you and rin never reached that level.

but despite the reassurance, sae itoshi fisted his sheets tighter.

the redhead clenched his jaw, and the muscle ticked at the idea of his younger brother defiling such a sweet girl before he could. instictively, sae thrust within your mouth — suddenly pushing his needy tip to the back of your throat with a guttural need to own you.

you gagged, and sae opened his eyes to relish in your wrecked sight — flushed cheeks, wide teary eyes and choked moans. his features softened at your helpless state, "too much? wanna stop?"

and you shook your head no.

"oh?" the pro-player found himself chuckling at your obedience, "hah, fu-uck, such a fucking slut."

at his words, you clenched your thighs. slick beaded against your new pair of panties, and your overstimulated cunt fluttered. but being the ever-observant, sae grinned, "awh, you like that? wanna touch yourself..? you like when i call you a slut."

and you shook your head quick — too quick, in fact.

the redhead tilted his head, looking at you in amusement as despite your embarrassment, you continued to suck him off. your tongue and hands worked against him as if it were muscle memory.

sae clicked his tongue, "does rin call you a slut too? hm? do you like it when he calls one too?"

your eyes widened at sae's lewd accusations, his syllables climbing down your body and latching onto your sore cunt. you shook your head no... and then, you found yourself nodding — shakily admitting what the raven-head did to you.

"i like you." sae itoshi smiled, raising himself up before using both his hands to grab the back of your head and destroying your throat with each fast-paced drag of his cock. "from next time, come to me when rin's done with you. i'll show you who fucks better."

and even as your throat burned, and you find yourself low on oxygen with a shaky vision — you nodded.

"and you're not gonna tell him i'm fucking you, right?"

you nodded yet again, and sae itoshi smiled — satisfied.

"good fuckin' girl."

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‪‪❤︎‬ the itoshi brothers together.

your stay at the itoshi household had occupied all your nights for the last couple of weeks.

every time rin decided to pay you a visit, he would have you the way he wanted to have you and then leave. and as diligently as the first day, you would go to sae next and he would ruin you all over again.

the two brothers had made your life hard and your ability to walk harder.

another night had passed you by and you walked with wobbling feet to sae's room.

taking heavy steps through the door, you lifted your bleary gaze up to sae's bed only to find a familiar raven-headed figure standing at the edge.

"r-rin..?" any exhaustion within your limbs turned to fine dust, leaving behind a clueless woman. your fingers fidgeted, eyes scanning the room for the older itoshi. when you found no trace of the redhead, your meek voice shook, "sae's n-not here..? what're you doing here, rin..?"

"it's my fuckin' house, isn't it? i can come and go as i please." rin scoffed, crossing his muscled arms against his chest, "why are you here?"

"i—" your wide eyes shifted around to search for sae, and you gulped, trying to come up with a lie, "i just wa-wanted to check up on sae."

"in the middle of the fucking night?" the raven-head bit back, standing up and walking towards you, "how stupid do you fucking think i am, huh? you think i didn't know?"

"r-rin, listen to me." you tried defending yourself, but the raven-head was quick to cover the distance between you two with a few well-drawn-out steps. he husked, "why're you shaking?"

rin shook his head, disappointed, "did you think you could sneak behind my back without me finding out?" bringing his hand to your cheek, he squished your cheeks together harshly, "seriously? in my own house with my own brother?"

"ri-n." you started yet again when the door swung inwards and a carefree sae sauntered in.

"oh—" he stared at you and rin, "what's going on here..? i go out for two minutes, and you two have started without me?"

at the redhead's arrival, rin turned his face to look at sae, "i know what's been going on."

"awh, do you?" sae stretched his limbs lazily, taking his time before locking the door behind him, "i know what's been going on with you two too."

"i knew you were standing at that door each night, you fuckin' pervert. " rin itoshi accused his brother, and his brother just shrugged coolly, "you knew and you let her put on a show for me anyways, didn't you? so who's the real pervert?

"you stop it." rin let go of you, discarding you whole as he turned to face sae, "i had her first, sae."

"hm?" sae cocked an eyebrow, "but she likes me better. i fuck her better."

rin clenched his jaw, drawing closer to his older brother with a nasty snarl, "shut up."

"tch, no need to get so heated up, rin." turning his face to rest his gaze at you, he drawled out, "how about we ask her, hm?"

and as both the itoshi brothers turned to look at you, you felt a wayward shiver down your spine. malice in their eyes, competition in their bones, they were going to ruin you to satisfy their egos — and you were scared.

walking backwards, your calves struck against frame of sae's bed with a dull thud! and you lost balance, falling onto the soft bed.

your mouth grew dry and your skittish vision ran from one man to the next erratically. what did they think of you? that you were their personal cock-sleeve or something?

your voice shook, body pushing itself away from their towering figures, "w-what? no."

"fine." rin addressed his brother although his gaze stayed fixed against you, "let's ask her, then."

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holding your thighs open, your lips wobbled as rin lined his achy cock with your entrance, pushing the tip just barely inside you.

"i-i've not done this with anyone. i don't know if im ready—" you plead your case, but the men ignored you with a soft shush.

"shh, it's okay," sae caressed your cheek, the action so soft despite how meanly he was looking at you, "nothing to be worried about. we'd take good care of you, okay?"

and before you could refute, rin found himself sinking within your heat with a sinful stretch.

"oh— rin!" your mouth parted, hands clenching the sheets under as the younger itoshi slipped further and further within you. with each inch of his length within your spasming heat, you found yourself losing your ability to breathe, to think any coherent thoughts.

before you could recover from the slight burn, sae slipped his tip past your swollen lips, "just focus on us, yeah?"

and focus you did.

sae itoshi pushed and pulled within your mouth, using you as a toy to get him off while rin itoshi shoved his dick within your velvety hole.

"ah— mmph!" your eyes widened as the younger itoshi finally bottomed out within you with you a lewd groan, "fuuuck, shit—"

you snapped your head from sae's cock to look at rin, to look at the man who was currently balls-deep within you. but to your surprise, you found the raven-head to be a wreck. high cheekbones dusted pink, brows furrowed and tongue peeking out with the slightest of drool — he looked like he was just barely holding onto his sanity

"rin, you're drooling." sae quipped, teasing his brother as he pulled your attention back on him and his cock.

"shut up." rin husked, pulling his hips back till his tip just kissed your greedy pussy, "shut up."

"don't worry 'bout him." sae guided you by your hair to take him further down your throat, "it's his first time."

"shut the fuck up, sae." rin grabbed your legs impossibly harder, fucking into your cervix as if emptying all his anger within your sore cunt.

and now, your jaw hurt, your thigh muscles clenched and unclenched, and your thoughts were an incoherent ramble with the only coherent source being the itoshi brothers that loomed over you as if your new gods.

your slick hair against your back, the sheets under you ruined, and perspiration against your skin. the room smelled heavenly — a mix of sex and their expensive colognes.

"fuck, fuck—" sae's hips quickened, his tip ramming the back of your throat in quick, mindless thrusts.

you clawed at the redheads thighs, sinking your nails into the pale skin as the overstimulation wrung each cell of your body whole.

"mmph— s-sae" you found your nails scratching down sae's perfect skin — oxygen cut-off and mouth stuffed full — all while rin itoshi shoved into you pulsating heat so, so mean. you could feel his tip smear the glossy pre against your sodden walls with each ram into you and all you could do was take it.

"shit." the younger itoshi hissed, bringing an unsteady hand up to your fluttering clit to press down on it and you swear, you went insane.

electricity jolted through you as your body was destroyed. wrecked as you were being destroyed both ways, both of your orifices being used by the two men to get themselves off. and no amounts of grunts, or pained moans, or tears could stop them.

selfish bastards.

they only stopped once sae itoshi spluttered out thick ropes of his cum inside your mouth with a guttural groan, painting your tongue with his shade. and rin itoshi followed through a few thrusts later. pulling his tip out of your cushiony heat, he left behind your spasming cunt to release against your thigh.

"not bad," sae mused in rough pants, looking over your body and the slight tremors that ran through you, "but she didn't cum yet, did she?"

rin looked at his brother, a rough scowl on his handsome face, "that doesn't mean she didn't like it."

"mhm," sae nodded and rin clenched his fist, nodding at you, "ask her if she liked it or not."

"do you think she's can speak right now?"

the brothers heaved, perspiration clinging onto their skin as they stared at your beautifully disheveled form under them. you looked so pretty like this — bleary-eyed, tongue-tied, painted with their essence against your body. heavenly.

sae tapped rin's shoulder to let his brother know to step aside, "my turn now. move."

the raven-head moved away from your body reluctantly, and as sae guided his mushroom tip against your slick-covered cunt, you shivered.

looking up at the two brothers with lower lashes lumped with tears, you mewled, "n-no more, please."

"awh," rin cooed, "no more?"

and you nodded vigorously, shaking your head to let them know of your state.

but they didn't care.

sae continued to tease you — rubbing his tip against your sensitive pussy with reckless abandon. on the other hand, rin found his mouth against your nipples in soft kitten licks.

your back arched, hands coming to bury themselves against his black locks, "rin—"

and hearing you moan out his brother's name, sae itoshi found jealousy brewing in the pit of his stomach like god's very own wrath.

pay attention to him, goddammit.

grabbing the fat of your thighs tightly, sae thrust within you — bottoming in your stretched-out cunt in one swift move that had you gasping for air, "s-sae!"

"tch, such a stupid fuckin' slut—" the redhead punctuated each word with a shallow roll of his hips, "who's fucking you right now? say my name."

clenching your eyes shut, your lips wobbled pathetically as you admitted, "y-you... sae."

but then the younger itoshi grew offended, biting down the soft flesh of your tits with his teeth, he tugged on the other one expertly with his fingers.

chasing the bite with a lick, rin flicked his eyes up to look at you and then asked against your skin, "but who made you feel better? him or me?"

"i—" your unsteady vision shot up from the younger brother to the older, then back to the younger. feeling your mouth grow dry and head feel light-headed, you rasped, "i-i dunno..?"

"you don't know?" sae cocked an eyebrow, pulling your leg to rest on his shoulder. his experienced hands used your pelvis to bring you back to him — smacking your ass with his balls again and again. he kissed his teeth, "seriously? jus' tell us."

"i—" your eyes burned, water collecting at your lashline at the way the two men tugged at your sensitive body like it were a toy. hiccuping, you repeated, "i don' know—"

"jus' think about it," rin started next, kissing your chest in between the words, "who makes you cum the most?"

"i—" you squirmed as rin snaked a hand down to your cunt, parting the folds more to expose your swollen pussy to their greedy gaze.

as the younger itoshi pulled the skin taut to expose you to the cold air, his older brother spit on your reddened nub from above. the redhead then used a hand to press down on the fluttering clit, to press patterns that fried your brain whole.

your muscles trembled, throat burning with the screams that were ripping through, "s-stop! ngh— fuck, p-please augh—"

but sae took your words as an invitation to fuck you harder and any protests of yours were drowned out by rin grabbing your jaw and kissing you.

battling his tongue against yours in a lewd dance, he drank in any arguments that you could have, effectively turning your brain to mush.

when rin itoshi parted from you, he mumbled against your wet lips, "stop screaming. you'd wake mom and dad up."

another kiss and he chased it with a warning, "you don't wanna get caught, right?"

and the thought of the humble itoshi elders finding you three like this was enough for you to shake your head.

"such a good girl." and before you could react, the raven-head went back on locking his lips with yours.

behind him, sae's pace stayed relentless. grunting and kneading the fat on your hips, he continued his steady rhythm against your slobbering, syrupy pussy.

"jus' a little more, hah— such a perfect fucking pussy. god." you're not sure which one of the two brothers was even saying it anymore — probably sae.

rin kissed down the column of your throat, nipping at the sensitive spots carelessly, and you found yourself nodding — agreeing with them mindlessly, "i'm c-close fuck—"

"are you?" the redhead repeated, a sudden triumph in his words, "cum for me, pretty."

and as you did, your entire body felt like it had been alit. muscles spasming, vision going white, and moans trapped within your larynx — you came crashing down.

barely having a moment to compose yourself, you were still seeing white, still shaking when you heard the brothers bickering.

"'s not fair." rin itoshi scoffed, pulling his reddened lips off your sultry body to argue, "i already tipped her to the edge, she didn't cum because of you."

"whatever helps you sleep at night, ah." sae itoshi pulled himself out, pumping himself lazily to release ropes of pearly white against your stomach with a restrained groan.

"shut up." the younger itoshi hissed, "switch and i'll show you."

and despite having a half-mind, your eyes widened and breath stuttered, "a-another round..?

rin itoshi turned his face to you, the muscles shifting under his sweat-covered body, "awh, scared?"

and behind him you saw sae itoshi give you an angel-like smile, "don't be. we'd take good care of you."

liars. their 'good care' had rendered your thoughtless and unable to walk.

"one last time." and somehow that was the only thing the two brothers could agree on.

oh, what a long night at the itoshi household tonight.

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𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.

—sweet n suggestive

itoshi sae:

sae doesn’t freak out much. pushing your hair back, tilting your chin to make you look at him. “talk to me," his expression stays cold tho. he exhales, pulling you to his chest cause you're so out of breath. he sure acts unaffected but he worries about it a lot, even after the encounter. "don't ever force yourself, got it?"

itoshi rin:

the safe word snaps him out of it instantly, his heart is pounding so fast. "shit, i went too far," he mumbles, he's hesitant to touch you, “do you want water? hm? tell me what you need." he's worried when you don't say anything. unlike sae, he's impatient, softly urging a word out of you. when you tell him you're fine, he exhales in relief.  he cleans you up and cuddles you immediately.

isagi yoichi:

“are you okay!? what happened?” his voice is soft but full of worry as his expressions go from intensity to full concern. his hands examine you—face, arms, tummy, legs.  “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to...do you want to stop?” next time, he constantly checks and asks whispered questions, “this okay?” he's the sweetest istg.

michael kaiser:

he freezes the moment he hears it, his dominant smirk vanishing instantly, "angel what’s wrong?” he doesn’t shows on the outside, cause he knows if he panics, you panic. so he's gentle, fingers brushing against your cheek when you let out small sobs. he's a lil cocky, “tch, i guess even you have limits.” but there’s no arrogance really. it's just his way of making sure you're ok.

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