#bluelock x female reader

[celabi]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

5k words pwsp, face riding/sitting, pussy eating, subby/bottom sae. errr basically he’s down bad for ur kitty and is obsessed w/you.

sae itoshi isn't the type to do grand gestures. he doesn't believe in clichés or over the top romance. but today, he walks with you in silence, hands in his pockets, that same bored expression on his face, though his steps are slower, like he's trying to match your lazy pace.

you don't question it when he pulls open the door to a sleek, minimalistic jewelry store. the kind with glass cases, soft lighting, and prices no one talks about out loud.

"what are we doing here?" you ask, glancing around.

"looking." he says, short and vague, like always. but you can see the way his eyes dart across the displays, landing on one case in particular.

he doesn't ask for help. just walks straight over and stares down at a ring. simple. gold. nothing flashy. just elegant enough to catch the light. and when you peer over his shoulder from behind, curiosity bubbled in your chest. "for your mom or something?"

he doesn't answer. instead, he nods curtly towards the attendant, and just says, "that one."

the woman behind the counter lifts it carefully and asks if he would like to have it gift wrapped, but all he does is casts you a quick side glance, his expression unreadable.

"no," he says. "she'll be wearing it out."

your head snaps up as you blink. "what?"

sae finally turns to look at you, and that's when you see that flicker of something behind those icey blue eyes of his. something unspoken. he takes the ring before gently reaching out for your hand. his touch is soft as he lightly traces your knuckles.

"just wear it," he mutters, sliding it onto your ring finger. "you don't have to say anything."

it fits perfectly, and you really don't know what to say as you trail behind him when he approaches the register, the soft click of his shoes echoing through the otherwise quiet boutique. he pulls out his black card like it's nothing, like it doesn't scream power and wealth and a life far removed from the normal lifestyle.

the cashier takes it with two inviting hands, overly polite, overly cautious. she also flutters her long eyelashes and bites her plump lip, but you don't care enough to comment on her overly flirtatious attitude, and neither does he. you say nothing, instead just standing there, staring at the expensive ring now on your finger.

he doesn't look at you while he signs the receipt, he just accepts the small bag she hands him with the box inside, the one the ring would've come in, then tosses it to you without looking.

"keep it." he says, and you catch it clumsily, the bag crinkling in your hand.

outside, he doesn't wait. just walks ahead with that slow, bored saunter of his, like he didn't just do something incredibly intimate in the most casual way possible.

"you always this quiet after buying a girl a ¥300,000 ring?" you ask, jogging to catch up.

he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. "don't need to buy anyone anything."

"so why me?"

he shrugs. "because you're mine."

you go quiet, hating how your heart beats faster in your chest. stupid sae...

"you gonna run now?" he asks, voice low.

you look down at the ring. turn it once, then twice, examining the shine of the jewel.

"...no." you reply after a small pause.

he doesn't smile out right, but you catch the twitch of his lip. just the barest hint, and for someone like sae, that's practically a confession in itself.

the walk back to his car is quiet, but it's not all that uncomfortable. his fingers brush yours a few times, like he's debating whether or not to hold your hand. he doesn't though. typical sae. always wanting, never asking.

you sit in the passenger seat of his sleek, black mercedes benz, the city lights sliding over his delicate face like soft curtains as he navigates through the streets. you catch him glancing at you a few times as he drives, nothing too obvious, just that subtle, sidelong look he thinks you won't notice.

you finally decide to speak up after some awkward silence when he pulls into the parking lot of his apartment, "you didn't even ask if i liked it."

he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, eyes on the gate as it's slowly being opened by the security. "didn't need to."

"what if i didn't?"

"you did... you do."

you scoff under your breath, but you don't take the ring off. you haven't stopped turning it on your finger since he put it there. when he pulls into the parking garage under his building, neither of you move for a second. the car engine ticks as it cools down, the quietness becomes heavy between you.

"so," you say, voice light. "what now? am i supposed to move in or something? cook you dinner, massage your shoulders?"

he looks at you, almost like he's trying to see something beneath your skin.

"...preferably, but you can do whatever you want," he says, leaning back in his seat. "except taking the ring off."

"is that a rule?"

"it's a warning."

you raise a brow. "so you're threatening me now?"

"no." his voice drops a little. "just... don't want to lose you."

the walk through the garage is quick, and the elevator ride feels like a blur, the soft hum of the machinery barely audible between the tension thickening the air. sae stands just a bit too close, his shoulder grazing yours as he presses the button for the floor. he doesn't need to say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you. it's like he's measuring you, trying to see if you'll pull away or stay in his space.

when the elevator dings, the doors open to reveal his apartment, and it's exactly what you expect, luxurious, pristine, almost unnervingly perfect. the marble floors gleam under the soft lighting, casting a glow that makes the place look like something out of a movie. everything is so clean, so meticulously placed.

even the air smells expensive, it's almost intoxicating, a sharp contrast to your own home scent which is filled with laundry detergent and fresh food, but it's not entirely unwelcoming. it just feels like the kind of space where you're meant to be admired.

he holds the door open for you, just a small gesture, but there's an undeniable possessiveness in it. like he's claiming the space and now he's claiming you too. you step inside, taking in the layout with a curious gaze.

everything is in its place. the living room is sleek, with low leather sofas and a wall of glass that overlooks the city below. a few paintings hang in carefully chosen spots, but none of them draw your attention as much as the emptiness of the room. he's a minimalist. or maybe just hasn't had the time to go furniture shopping after returning from spain.

sae closes and locks the door behind him, stepping into the apartment like it's nothing new, but you can see the way his body tenses. it's almost like he's waiting for your approval, waiting to see what you think of his space.

"make yourself at home." he says, it sounding more like a command than an offer.

you nod, taking a seat on the couch, not exactly sure what to do with yourself in this perfectly curated world of his. you trace the edge of the coffee table, running your fingers over the smooth surface. everything about this place screams power and control, but you don't feel like you belong here. not yet, anyway.

sae, however, doesn't sit down. he stands a few feet away, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on you.

"you like it?" he asks, voice soft but serious, like he needs the validation from you.

"it's nice," you say casually, glancing around. "a little... sterile."

he chuckles under his breath, walking over to the bar and grabbing himself a drink. sae was more accustomed to pouring himself a glass of whiskey than to catering to the needs of guests. "i... don't like clutter."

you watch him move and the easy confidence with which he handles himself. but there's a tension in the way he stands. like there's something he's trying to keep under control, something he's not showing you just yet.

"you don't like a lot of things." you sigh, trying to break the ice, even if it's just a little.

he looks at you over his shoulder, a faint smile curling on his lips. "you'd be surprised."

for a moment, you almost want to ask what exactly he's trying to hide, what's underneath all the wealth, the luxury, the polished exterior. but instead, you just lean back against the couch and let the silence settle between you. something tells you that he'll show you eventually.

he moves over and sits beside on you couch like he doesn't know what to do with himself, elbows on his knees, leaning slightly forward, eyes flickering toward you every few seconds before darting away again. for once, itoshi sae doesn't look like the calculated prodigy everyone sees on the field. he looks... awkward, and... lame.

his fingers brush against your side, ghosting over the hem of your shirt. not enough to grab, just enough for you to feel the contact. and he keeps doing it, like he's testing the waters, seeing how far he can go before you pull away. he's not cocky now. not smug. he's quiet. careful. and when his knuckles bump against your hip, he finally wraps his fingers around the fabric, not tightly, but like he needs something to hold onto.

you glance at him, and his eyes meet yours for a split second before he looks away again, jaw tense. he's trying so hard to keep his cool, but his foot is bouncing ever so slightly against the floor, and his grip on your shirt tightens the longer the silence stretches.

"you're weird tonight." you murmur.

he exhales a soft laugh, barely a breath. "you're in my house."

"so?"

"you've never been here before." his voice is low, almost like it's something he's been thinking about all night. "it feels different."

you raise an eyebrow. "different how?"

he shrugs, still playing with the hem of your shirt. "don't know. just... like you belong here."

you blink, thrown off by the way he said it. so quietly. so honestly, and now he's looking at you again. eyes sharp but unsure, like he wants to say something else but doesn't know how.

you shift a little closer, and he doesn't move away. his hand slides up your waist, like he's waiting for you to stop him. but you don't, so he keeps going, hand resting just at the curve of your side. he's watching your face for a reaction, lips parted like he's about to say something, then decides against it.

"you can do more than just play with my shirt, y'know." you whisper.

his ears go a little red. and then finally, his expression shifts. that familiar spark returns, just a flicker of confidence in his eyes. his hand tightens, and he pulls you a little closer, his voice low and rough.

"don't say that unless you mean it."

he leans in slightly, his breath brushing against your cheek, and for a moment, you think he might pull away again. but he doesn't. his hand slides up your side, fingertips grazing the edge of your shirt before he hesitates, just for a second. the uncertainty is still there, but there's a heat building between you two, like everything he's been holding back is finally getting too much to contain.

you're so close and the tension is almost unbearable. his lips part as if he's about to speak, but the words die in his throat when you move closer, just enough to close the gap. sae's gaze darkens, pupils widening as his breath hitches, the moment stretching like it's going to break any second.

then, before either of you can think twice, he's kissing you. it's rough at first, his hand moving quickly to your neck, pulling you into him like he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go. his lips are warm and hungry, and it's all a little messy, but it's real. there's a desperation to it, a need you haven't seen much of from him before.

you respond, your own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your fingertips. sae's body presses into yours, as if there's no space between you left to breathe. he deepens the kiss, his fingers griping the back of your neck, tugging you closer as though he can't get enough of you. you feel him shiver against you, like he's struggling to keep his composure, like he wants to be in control, but you're slowly taking that power from him, and he's completely fine with it.

his kiss becomes softer for a moment, more tender, as if he's realizing that this is actually happening. that he's not just imagining it. he pulls away just enough to look at you, his chest rising and falling with every breath, eyes dark with desire but also... something else. something deeper.

"fuck," he mutters, almost to himself. "you drive me fucking insane."

you hum softly, fingers brushing against the side of his sharp jaw. "mm? kind of embarrassing, honestly..."

he chuckles, that small, familiar arrogance returning to his face, but there's still a hint of vulnerability. "can't help it when it's you."

you're both breathless now, but for the first time in a long time, you don't need to say anything. the silence between you speaks volumes. and in that moment, you realize that whatever this is, whatever he is, it's not just about playing soccer together anymore.

sae breathed softly as he felt your body nestle against his own, your frame fitting perfectly into the hard planes of his lap. he could feel the soft swell of your breasts pressed against his firm chest, and the warmth of your breath mingling with his own as you gazed down at him through your pretty lashes

"god... you're so fucking beautiful..." he murmured, his voice a low whisper. sae couldn't take his eyes off you, his teal gaze drinking in every detail of your face, the arch of your eyebrows, those glossy lips that parted slightly as if inviting him to kiss.

he knew he should slow down, should give you time to adjust to his devotion, but the feel of your body so close to his own was intoxicating, and he found himself powerless to resist the pull he had towards you.

slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he leaned in closer, his breath mixing with yours as he hovered just an inch away from your lips. "tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "tell me you don't want this, and I will." he searched your eyes, his own gaze intense and demanding. "but if you don't..."

"...if i don't?"

he felt a thrill run through him at your breathless whisper, the way your lips parted slightly as if in anticipation of what he has to offer.

"if you don't..." he murmurs, his voice a low and seductive rumble. "then i'm going to bend you over this couch and��" he sucks in a breath.

instead of finishing, his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you closer against him. you could feel the hard, muscular tone of his body, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. his other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a soft caress.

"just... tell me you want it too," sae breathes, his eyes searching yours. "tell me you crave me much as I crave you." he was so close now, his lips a mere whisper away from your own. "let me worship you as you deserve to be worshipped."

with that, he closed the remaining distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pent up longing and desire, of a hunger that could only be tamed by the taste of your lips. his kiss was demanding and insistent, his tongue delving into the warm cavern of your mouth to claim you fully as his own.

"ah.. s-sae..."

he groaned softly against your mouth as he heard you breathe out his name, the sound sending a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to his pants. his hand slid from your spine to hold the back of your head and deepen the kiss. he licked into your mouth, his tongue stroking along yours that left you both breathless and aching.

his other hand slid down to the hem of your top, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to caress the bare skin of your lower back. he could feel the heat of your body radiating against his own, and it made his fucking head spin.

he pulled back slightly, his chest heaving as he gazed up at you with eyes dark and heavy lidded. "get up. now," he growled, his voice rough with need. without waiting for a response, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the hallway that led to what you assume to be his bedroom.

the room was dark, the only light coming from the glowing madrid night skyline visible through the floor to ceiling windows. sae kicked the door shut behind him before carrying you to the large, king sized bed that dominated the entire space. too big for one person.

he set you down gently on the soft mattress, his body covering yours as he settled between your parted thighs. sae hovered over you, his eyes blazing with intensity as he gazed down at your face.

"[name]..." he breathed, his voice a low murmur. his hand slid up your side, his fingers skimming over the curves of your breast before cupping the soft mounds in his large, calloused palm. he could feel your nipple hardening beneath the thin fabric of your top, and it made his crotch tighten in his jeans.

"tell me what you want," he urged softly, his thumb brushing over the peak of your breast. "tell me how to please you, and I will."

"..." you swallow, idly tracing his knuckles with your fingers. "anything you want, sae."

a small, shuddering breath fell from his parted lips at at your quiet murmur, a glint of pure satisfaction in his eyes. "fuck yes..." he pretty much sobbed, and without warning, lunged forward and captured your lips in another kiss. his mouth moved demandingly over yours, his tongue delving deep past your teeth.

his hands slid down to the hem of your top, yanking it up and over your head in one impatient motion. he tossed it carelessly to the floor, his gaze drinking in the sight of your newly exposed skin with a hunger that made your heart pound.

"fuck... you're so perfect." he breathed, his large hands cupping the soft swells of your breasts. he tested their weight, squeezing gently as he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses along the smooth flesh. his tongue flicked out to circle your stiffening nipple, teasing the sensitive peak until it strained towards his touch.

his mouth closed around your nipple, suckling greedily as his hand slid down the plane of your stomach. his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your pants, teasing along the edge of your panties.

he could feel the heat radiating from you, could sense the dampness that had begun to gather at the juncture of your thighs. it made his cock throb in his boxers, his own arousal growing more unbearable by the second.

"fuck, sweetheart, i—" he groaned against your breast, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "i wanna taste you... please..."

his fingers pushed your panties aside, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive nub, and at the same time, he nipped and sucked at your nipple. so hard it almost made you want to tell him that you couldn't produce milk. lmao

sae's fingers slid lower, brushing against your slit before, without any warning, shoved one deep inside your tight heat, and groaned at the feel of you. so hot and ready for him as he began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt relentlessly.

your thighs clench around his hand, dropping your head back a small mewl falls from your lips. it... hurts. sae isn't go slow in the slightest, with his knuckles grinding against your clit with each fast thrust of his fingers. thankfully, he's not wearing those rings that he likes to send you photos of on his veiny hands.

"...want to sit on my face?"

your eyes flutter open after having them screwn shut as his fingers stretch open your insides. "h-huh?"

he let out a choked shudder, those gorgeous eyes of his almost glossy. "ride my face. please... i want it so bad— need it."

"..." you swallow, gripping the sheets under your shaking hands. "...yeah? i can?"

his head snapped up at your hesitant question, eyes glistening. "yes," he coos, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "god, yes, you can."

he urged you up his body, his hands gripping your hips as he lies back against the pillows and guided you to straddle his face, the feel of your crotch hovering so close to his mouth making his head spin, making his dizzy.

"you're going to sit on my face," he shuddered, his breath hot against your folds. "and... and you're gonna ride my tongue until you're all i taste for the next week... please."

sae's hand slid to your thigh, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he spread your legs wider apart, baring you completely to his eyes. he could see the glistening evidence of your arousal, and the way your juices had begun to coat the skin on your inner thighs. "goddd... so fucking wet," he breathed, his voice just a low whisper. "so ready for me, aren't you, baby?"

his fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, a low groan of frustration escaping his lips as he struggled to free himself from the confining denim. his erection was borderline painful, and his aching cock was straining against the zipper and demanding to be released. to be touched. "oh... fuck sake—"

after a small, one sided tussle that he almost lost, he finally manages to yank the button open, freeing his straining hard on from his too tight pants. he shimmies his hips, and with the help of the mattress, is able shove his jeans the rest of the way down his thighs. instantly, his hand is cupping the thick bulge of his cock, squeezing his length through the thin and damp fabric of his calvin klein boxers.

"sit down." he pants, gazing up at you over your pelvis through his glittering lashes, "sit like a chair... don't— don't ask if i can breathe. just sit down."

his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, urging you down, down, until the first swipe of his tongue parted your glistening folds and he groaned long and low against your core.

"fuck, mm— you taste—" he sobs, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your sensitive insides. "i could eat this pretty cunt for, mmfph— h-hours..."

he sealed his mouth over your clit and suckled hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the bundle of nerves. at the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside your walls, fucking you with the slick appendage as he drank down your juices like a man who had been denied water for months.

sae's free, trembling hand slid around to grip the globe of your ass, urging you to grind harder against his mouth. he could feel your thighs trembling against his face, could hear the breathless little moans and cries that spilled from your lips as his tongue fucked you relentlessly.

he couldn't hold back the guttural moan that tore from his throat when he slipped past the waistline of his underwear and finally freed his aching cock from the pocket of his boxers. the thick and twitching shaft sprang out, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a small smear of pre cum on his skin.

sae groaned around your clit as he felt your body start to tremble above him, your muscles tensing and fluttering. he could sense the way your hips began to undulate, grinding your dripping core against his mouth and nose as if seeking more of his touch.

"mhm— that's it, baby," he squeezes his eyes closed tight, tears pooling on his lash line. "so fffucking good f'me..."

his fingers dug into the cheek of your ass, kneading the muscle as he pulled you harder against his face like he wanted to consume you, to devour you whole, to make you his in every way that was humanly possible.

at the same time, he could feel his own release building, his cock throbbing hard and hot in his grip as he stroked himself in time with the frenzied movements of his tongue. so close, so fucking close, and he knew you were too.

the way your walls began to flutter around his invading muscle, the way he could taste the first gush of your arousal as it flooded his mouth. he whimpered pathetically, his hips bucking up into nothing as his hand erratically pumped up and down his red and angry cock.

"gmmm... gonna cum—" despite his words being muffled by your sex, you hear the pure and animalistic tone in his words. you reach down between your quivering thighs and tangle your fingers in his sweaty hair, tugging on the burgundy strands slightly.

he sobs, eyes fluttering open to gaze up at you hazily through his begging eyes. "p-please, fill up my mouth—" he pleads, nails digging into your skin hard enough to indent some moon shaped crescents into your flesh.

you grip the headboard and stare down at him over the slope of your breasts, biting the inside of your cheek as he begs pathetically for you to orgasm. this... this is japan's prodigy? this boy, humping the air and fucking his hand as he goes to town on the city between your legs? this boy?

"s-sae..." you murmur, slightly embarrassed by the small tremor in your tone. you swallow, lifting your hips off his face slightly. and he looks like he's about to cry as his mouth is forcefully unlatched from your pussy, but he doesn't get the chance to when you wordlessly drop back down and grind your folds against his mouth and nose.

that's all it takes.

a raw and somewhat pitiful sound raptures from his scratchy throat, and with a few more pumps from his hand, sae is cumming. hard.

"fuck— oh fuckkkk—!"

his entire body was coiled tight, every muscle drawing up as he teetered on the rope of ecstasy, he cried out, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm overtook him. thick ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head of his cock, splattering his chest and abdomen as he rutted his hips against his own hand. some of it even manages to squirt against your back.

tears finally begin to leak from his eyes, gliding down his pale, flawless cheeks and staining the silk pillow underneath his head. his chest heaves under you, his mouth still latched onto your clit.

you stare down at him, eyes slightly narrowing at the sight of his limp and pliant body. "um, e-excuse me...?"

he hums at your quiet words, eyes flickering up, now only lazily flicking his tongue against your salvia coated folds. his hand is still gripping your ass, but much less harshly than before. his fingers are lightly caressing the marks he had given you. "mm, baby? so good, thank you..."

you shake your head, tugging his hair and emitting a small groan from his lips. "w-what...? what'd i do..?" he whispers, only barely audible from under you.

"...it's not what you did..." you scoff. "it's what you didn't do."

there's visible confusion in his hazy eyes, and he lightly taps your hip in a silent question.

"...you haven't made me cum yet."

he blinks. a deeper red hue spreading over his already flushed face. "f— oh..." he gulps, eyes flickering down to your cunt resting on his chin, then back up to your expecting look.

he nods. "y-you're right... m' sorry." he murmurs, releasing his cock, which thuds against his abdomen, still red and leaking, so he can place both hands on your ass. he squeezes the flesh in his palms, kneading it under his calloused fingers.

"sorry, baby..." he repeats, tilting his chin up and pressing his nose back against your dripping core.

"let me... let me fix that."

[moechies]

karasu and his violent and nasty size kink ♡

yes, he will cum the moment you tell him he’s too big and it hurts. he doesn’t mean to but god — you’re too damn cute with the way you’re squealing and pressing at his abdomen. as if you would have any chance to push him away even if you wanted to.

yes, he’ll apologize briefly but no, he won’t be pulling out. if anything, he’ll just use his spurts of sticky nut as extra lubricant to make things easier for you!

yes, he’ll kiss you all over to distract you from the gruesome stretch. your pussy struggles to accommodate even his tip, groaning when you’re shaking your head and begging for mercy.

yes, he’ll take this chance to pull out and re-prep you, only because you look so cute. with your big doe eyes, round and watery with your fluttery lashes batting at him. your cheeks all blushed and your bottom lip tucked under his teeth — he’ll take mercy on you this one time. but if you quit on him again, he’ll just have to utilize that pretty mouth of yours.

yes, he’s quick to scissor his middle and ring finger inside your swollen pussy to help you prepare for his cock. he’s just that nice! his thumb rubs at your clit, helping you get off and he can’t help but feel a tad jealous when his cock is sitting against his thigh, lacking of simulation and warmth.

yes, karasu grins from ear to ear when you finally whisper a meek, ‘think ‘m ready,” so sweetly. he lines himself up with your pretty slit once again, gaping and leaking slightly from his crude preparations, and slides his rudy cock head up and down your slit.

“forcing it in through a tiny hole, huh . . that’s hot.” ♡

karasu mumbles when he finally presses himself in, guttural moans leaving his parted lips.

[narcjsistx]

"she's busy" trend with the bllk!boys but reader is actually busy, her phone end up w someone else because she accidentally left her it somewhere 🫠.

— SHE'S ACTUALLY BUSY

✶ characters: isagi yoichi, kaiser micheal, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro

✶ requests ONLY open for smau <3 send me yours!!

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[seidoll]

spitting out his cum to piss him off .ᐟ

“swallow it, schatz,” kaiser’s voice was a low, commanding purr, hand gripping your jaw as his cock throbbed heavy on your tongue. his sharp blue eyes were locked onto you, lips curling into that smug grin. “don’t waste it.”

but you did. you pulled back, let his cum spill from your lips, dribbling down your chin—on purpose. smirking up at him, bratty.

kaiser’s smile dropped. his grip tightened. “you’re fucking brave today, huh?” he muttered, flipping you onto your stomach, shoving your face into the sheets. “fine. you’ll take it the way i want.”

the next second, he was inside you—rough, raw, deep. no warning. his cock bottoming inside your wet pussy. “ah—fuck! micha!” you cried, voice breaking as he rammed into you, hips slapping so loud it echoed. his thick cock filled you to the brim, stretching you open, fucking you like he owned every inch.

“yeah? you wanna waste my cum, baby?” his hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so you could see yourself in the mirror. “watch me fuck it into you.”

“m-micha—ah! s’too much! f-fuck, you’re so deep!” you sobbed, drooling, trembling, your pussy squelching loud with every ruthless thrust. “fuck, that's it, baby...” he groaned, fucking you harder, pace relentless. “scream my name. let them know who fucks you this good.”

“micha! m-micha! f-fuck—‘m cumming—!” you wailed, walls fluttering around him as he pounded through your orgasm, the wet slap of skin loud and filthy.

kaiser’s breath hitched, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, filling you up with his cum with a guttural moan. "fuuuck... shit—"

but he wasn’t done. he pulled out, grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. his fingers swept through the cum dripping from your pussy, shoving them into your mouth. “now swallow, baby,” he ordered, lips brushing your ear, eyes dark and smug. “be a good girl.”

and this time, you did.

a/n: to that one anon, i accidentally deleted ur req in my inbox huhu but here u go !

© seidoll | don't copy, repost or translate any of my work

[anglbunny]

dry humping ♡ isagi yoichi

cw: suggestive mdni, dry humping, virgin!reader, based on this ask

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

“You shouldn’t—ah—be doing this,” you whisper, but your fingers are curled in his shirt, pulling him closer anyway.

Isagi barely hears you.

He’s grinding against you with a frantic rhythm, hips moving like they’ve got a mind of their own. The thick press of him through his sweats is relentless, rubbing right against the thin fabric of your panties, soaking through with his frustration.

“I shouldn’t,” he pants, mouth dragging hot and messy down your throat, “but I can’t stop, can’t—fuck, you don’t get it. You’re driving me insane.”

He’s not even trying to be subtle. Every roll of his hips is rough, desperate, as if friction alone could save him. His voice cracks when he begs.

“Please, just let me. Just this once. I’ll be so good to you, promise—won’t hurt you. I’ll go slow, so slow. Please let me in. You’re so soft, so warm. I need you.”

His words are slurred with need, dripping with want.

You’re overwhelmed. Flushed, breathless, caught between protest and curiosity. You’ve never done this before—not like this—but the way he’s trembling, rutting against you like a man starved, makes your head spin.

“I… I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” he groans, hips grinding harder, making you gasp. “You’re perfect. You’re made for this. For me.”

His hands are everywhere—gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt, not rough, but possessive. Like he’s claiming you, even through layers of clothes.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it feel so good, you won’t ever wanna stop. Just—please. Let me in. Let me have you.”

And the worst part? The way your body’s reacting. Heat pools low in your belly, your hips lifting without your permission, meeting his desperate thrusts.

Your voice is barely a breath. “Isagi…”

That’s all he needs to hear.

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A/n: well... i couldn't do reqs today unfortunately, was rlly tired, sorry guys

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[Masterlist]

[megumismyhusband]

rin itoshi is acting weird. weirder than usual.

he’s been hovering around you all day, lurking like some kind of socially inept ghost, arms crossed, eyes darting away every time you look at him for too long. at first, you think he’s mad about something. then you remember rin’s always mad about something, so that’s not exactly new.

but this? this is new.

“are you okay?” you finally ask, shutting your locker as you turn to face him.

rin makes a face like he just swallowed his own pride whole. “yeah. why wouldn’t i be?”

you raise an eyebrow. “because you’ve been staring at me like you have something to say, but you’re too stubborn to say it.”

he exhales sharply, muttering something under his breath. you catch the words “stupid” and “why is this so hard” before he finally, finally spits it out.

“be my girlfriend.”

it’s not a question. it’s barely even a request. he just says it, flat and awkward and a little demanding, like he’s forcing the words out against his will. his ears are tinted red.

you blink. “huh?”

“you heard me.” he shifts his weight from foot to foot, clearly resisting the urge to look away. “don’t make me say it again.”

a grin creeps onto your face. “are you asking me or telling me?”

rin glares at you, but it’s weaker than usual, like he’s one second away from combusting. “just answer the damn question.”

you let the silence stretch for a moment, just to mess with him, before shrugging. “sure.”

his shoulders relax, but only slightly. “good.”

“good,” you echo, amused. “you’re really bad at this, by the way.”

“shut up.”

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[deonsx]

Can u do one abt Sae Itoshi being a girl dad?🥹

AYAYYYA when I saw that I had to make this request immediately + Nagi and Rin are with you!

Bllk Boys If they become a girl father

Sae Itoshi

Sae wakes up early in the morning to help his daughter get ready for kindergarten. Normally calm and reserved, Sae doesn’t complain when his daughter insists on putting a “princess crown” on his head while he’s combing her hair. Seeing himself in the mirror wearing a pink crown, he smirks slightly and says:

“Doesn’t this make me too cool?” His daughter, with a serious expression responds “No Papa, it’s just perfect!”

On the way to school, his daughter bombards him with questions like, “What’s your favorite color, Papa?” Sae, instead of his usual short answers, takes a moment to think and says, “Maybe blue… but your favorite colors might be better”

Sweet Details:

Sae’s daughter proudly tells her friends, “My dad is the best football player in the world!” Even though Sae tries to stay composed, her admiration secretly makes him incredibly happy

While teaching his daughter how to play football, she somehow manages to dribble past him and score a goal. Sae quietly mumbles “Must be the genes” but deep down, he feels proud beyond words

His daughter loves drawing pictures for him. One day, Sae takes one of her drawings and puts it in his sports bag. Before an important match, he looks at it for motivation.

At night, Sae softly hums a traditional Japanese lullaby to his daughter as she falls asleep. It’s one of the few moments where his stoic exterior melts into pure warmth and love

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi plans to spend his weekend morning sleeping in, but he wakes up to his daughter poking his cheek with her tiny hands

“Daaaad! Wake up! We need to have breakfast and play!” she says with boundless energy. Nagi groans and mutters “Ugh… five more minutes…”

But when his daughter furrows her brows and sternly replies, “Five minutes? No way, now!” he can’t help but smile. “Alright, alright you win” he says, picking her up and carrying her on his shoulder as they head to the kitchen

Despite Nagi’s lazy tendencies, his daughter’s energy and demands always win him over. Sometimes, he even finds himself unexpectedly having fun while playing with her

Sweet Details:

Nagi’s daughter might be hyperactive, curious, and constantly looking for things to do. Although it clashes with his laid-back personality, Nagi learns to adapt and becomes more active because of her

Nagi’s idea of a “daddy-daughter day” often includes binge-watching cartoons, ordering pizza, and him trying (and failing) to braid her hair. While he’s not the best at hairstyling, he’ll do anything to make her laugh

Nagi easily gets drawn into her imaginative world. Whether it’s pretending to be a king, a monster, or a hero saving her, he goes along with it. Afterward, though, he’ll collapse on the couch and say “That was exhausting…”

His daughter loves to challenge her dad, saying things like “Let’s race! If I win, you have to buy me ice cream!” Nagi reluctantly agrees and usually lets her win. But sometimes, his competitive side sneaks in, and he plays seriously

Despite his lazy nature, Nagi is fiercely protective of his daughter. Just the thought of her getting hurt makes him unexpectedly serious and determined to keep her safe

Rin Itoshi

One evening, Rin comes home from training, exhausted. As he opens the door, he hears a small voice shout

“Daddyyyy!”

His daughter runs up to him with bright eyes and says, “Let’s play soccer Daddy!” Rin looks at her, a bit startled, and replies

“At this hour? You have school tomorrow, young lady.” But when she pouts, he sighs and gives in, saying “Fine, but only for five minutes”

Before he knows it, they’re out in the yard playing. She manages to dribble the ball and score between his legs. As she jumps and cheers, Rin smirks slightly and says,

“I guess we shouldn’t tell your mom we played this late”

Sweet Details:

Rin tries to be the “perfect dad” and takes everything very seriously. He wants to provide the best environment for his daughter. However, whenever she hugs him and says “You’re the best dad ever!” his stern exterior softens

Rin teaches his daughter how to play soccer but never pressures her. Instead, he encourages her to enjoy the game at her own pace. One day, when she pulls off a tricky move, he mutters to himself

“Must be the genes”

Rin is extremely protective of his daughter. If someone bothers her at school or hurts her feelings, Rin steps in immediately—though he tries to handle things calmly and rationally

At night, Rin often tells his daughter bedtime stories about famous soccer players. At the end of every story, she snuggles up to him and says “But you’re the best one Daddy” For Rin, it’s the highlight of his day

Princess not: Rin affectionately calls her “My Little Lion” because she’s just as determined and stubborn as he is

Enjoy!

[wxwoobe]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ texts w bf!sae when you go out and he has to take care of your cat.

[celabi]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

shidou + sae + kaiser + ness + nagi + isagi + reo + rin x f reader

throws this at you and runs away giggling

shidou thinks he’s god’s gift to women.

even when he’s standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom in nothing but crusty spiderman boxers with a hole near the waistband, hair an untamed and wild mess, and that signature smug little smirk tugging at his lips.

there you’d be, lying in bed like a goddess in some delicate, sheer lace nightgown, white and silky, barely clinging to your figure, looking like you had just walked out of some teenage boys fantasy. like some playboy magazine cover model come to life.

and him.

he’s standing there like he’s the main fucking event. arms flexed slightly, hip cocked to the side, trying to give you the look, the one where he raises one of his eyebrows and puts on a sexy smoulder he learned when you both watch tangled the other night and won’t stop doing—

“you like what you see, babe?”

he winks, digging his thumb beneath the waistband and drawing back, only to let it slap back against his hip with a loud snap. “it’s your lucky night. spider man’s feelin’ real naughty...”

you blink.

he climbs into bed like he’s about to change your entire life, and the scent of his body spray (which smells suspiciously like the high school gym locker he confessed to you in all those years ago) hits you almost instantly.

you shuffle an inch away, a small grimace on your face which he immediately takes notices of. “what? awe, don’t act shy now, sweetheart,” he purrs, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you back in, those fucking children’s boxers brushing up against your thigh. “you didn’t marry all of this for nothin.”

you sigh, a hand dragging down your face.

yes. you did marry him. you just didn’t know the spiderman boxers would come with the deal.

sae loved stuff like this.

you were practically bouncing with excitement, eyes sparkling as you dragged him through the zoo with the excitement of a small child.

“monkeys first,” you told him, clutching your camera to your chest. “the little ones that look like they’re judging everyone.”

sae gave a tiny smile, the kind he only ever gave you. “mm.”

you made a beeline for the primate exhibit, and he followed, hands in his pockets, steps a little lazy as he stayed behind.

and yeah, the monkeys were indeed adorable. tiny, scruffy, wide eyed little creatures that climbed all over each other and made judgmental little faces when people threw banana’s into the den. you cooed and laughed and snapped like fifty photos while sae leaned on the railing, watching you as if you were the attraction instead of the small animals.

and then, out of nowhere, he softly slips his hand into yours.

“honey, look.” he murmured, pointing behind you somewhere. you turned, expecting maybe a new baby monkey or something cute.

but no.

seagulls.

plain, loud, not even part of the zoo seagulls, strutting around like they owned the place. annoying visitors and making a mess of the trash can.

“…seriously?” you blinked. “the monkeys are right there and you’re watching birds?”

sae just shrugged, totally serious. “they’re smart.”

one of them squawked and stole a french fry from a kid who began to cry, and you swore you saw his eyes light up.

“see?”

you stared at him like he’d lost it. “you brought me to the zoo for cute animals and you’re impressed by street birds?”

he nodded. “they’re intelligent creatures.”

you sighed, but your lips twitched.

and when he took a sneaky photo of you next to a monkey doing the exact same unimpressed face, you let him.

kaiser was thriving.

lights flashing, fans screaming, reporters yelling his name from every direction, but none of it mattered. because you were on his arm, and you looked so fucking good it should’ve been illegal. and maybe it was, on his poor heart.

you, in a dress that made people double take. and him in a designer suit which basically screamed ‘look at me!’ but still refusing to let go of your hand for even a second.

“look this way, kaiser!”

“over here!”

“pose with the ball!”

“kaiser, who’s the woman with—”

“yeah yeah, i know, i’m hot,” he waved dismissively at the cameras, tugging you closer. “but have you seen her? look at her. look. she’s the star. me? i’m just her soccer groupie.”

you barely blinked, and shielding your eyes from the countless flashes. “you dragged me here.”

“because the red carpet needed flavor,” he grinned, nudging you playfully. “and you’re the whole meal. i’m just the bowl you sit in.”

“what does that even mean—”

cue the camera clicks exploding like fireworks.

someone handed him a microphone and instead of answering questions about his match performance, he started bragging about your skincare routine.

“she does this thing with, like, snail goo or whatever? and her face? glowing. radiant. i tried it once and got a rash.”

you quietly nodded beside him, giving the cameras a blank expression like this was just your normal tuesday.

he kept tugging you in for selfies, making sure they got his good side where his jawline was razor sharp, while you stayed poker faced the whole time, slightly turned away by the dozens of desperate faces trying to get some material of michael kaiser and the new woman on his arm.

“god… i love how mysterious you are,” he whispered in your ear over the raving crowd. “like people are gonna think you’re a secret agent.”

“…i’m literally an accountant.”

“mm, yeah, schatz… the hottest accountant i’ve ever seen.”

he didn’t even look at the photographers when they asked for solo shots. just kept gazing at you like you were the only thing worth capturing.

ness had never liked eating out.

not because the food was bad, no, he’d happily devour three servings if you let him, but because he couldn’t stand the idea of other people talking to you. looking at you. breathing near you. especially men.

and today?

you were barely five minutes into your meal when a cheery waiter stopped by your table, leaning just a little too close for ness’s liking.

“would you like some ketchup with that?” the guy asked with a smile.

you didn’t think much of it, just nodded politely and said, “sure, thank you.”

but across from you… ness stiffened.

his fork hovered mid air, his eye twitching, lips pressed into a thin line. he didn’t say anything right away. just… stared down at his plate like it had killed his entire family.

you glanced over when he doesn’t react to your foot softly rubbing against his ankle. normally you’d get a ‘yippie!’, so it was a little concerning.

“lexis…what’s wrong?” you raise an eyebrow.

“…ketchup.” he muttered.

“huh?”

ness turned to you, his voice a dramatic whisper, “so that’s what you’re into now, huh? ketchup guys?”

you blinked. “…what.”

he pointed his fork accusingly. “he asked if you wanted ketchup. and you said yes. to him.”

“…because he asked?”

“but why him?” he leaned closer, narrowing his eyes. “if i asked, would you have said yes too? or was it his ketchup you wanted?”

you just stared. “alexis, he’s a waiter.”

ness huffed, angrily stabbing at the fries on his plate. “i’m watching you. and your stupid ketchup.”

he sulked the rest of the meal, still feeding you bites of his burger, still playing footsie’s with you under the table, but glaring daggers at the ketchup bottle like it personally insulted him.

and later that night, you found your phone filled with photos of you and ness under an album label “the mustard to my mayo <3”

nagi had a problem.

you had a shiny umbreon. his favorite. it sparkled, it looked cool, and worst of all, you wouldn’t trade it to him, no matter how many shitty common pokémon he tried to offer you for it.

“it’s my favorite. i evolved it at midnight on purpose.”

nagi, who was laying upside down on your couch with his phone resting on his face, mumbles out a small, “i need it though.”

you didn’t budge, and so… phase two began.

nagi turned into the laziest scammer known to man.

he’d send you trades labeled “ultra rare secret glitch ‘mon” with the sketchiest lineups. rattata, rattata, rattata, shiny magikarp (nicknamed ‘definitely umbreon 2.0’).

“you renamed a magikarp and thought i wouldn’t notice?”

he yawned, rolling onto his tummy. “worth a shot…”

he got more elaborate. once wore sunglasses and a fake mustache, made a fake trainer profile called “pokechoki” and messaged you from across the couch like

“hello i am collector of rare pokémon. would like your umbreon. will give 4 bidoof.”

you turned, deadpan, and nudged his thigh with your fuzzy gengar socks. “nagi, you’re in the same room as me.”

“huh? don’t know of this ‘nagi’ person. i’m seishiro.”

eventually, he climbed into your lap like a giant sleepy cat, nuzzled into your neck, and tried to guilt you with his classic, “if you loved me… you’d give me your umbreon…”

you didn’t fall for it.

but you did catch him later, holding your phone while you were brushing your teeth, trying to sneak trade himself the umbreon while you were distracted.

his defense?

“…is it really stealing if ‘what’s mine is yours’?”

isagi has been so strange lately.

you’re in the kitchen, scrolling through your phone and sipping your coffee when you hear a thud in the hallway.

“i’m okay!”

his voice echoes from somewhere down the corridor.

you raise an eyebrow, not even surprised anymore. your husband had been on a mission lately, a weird mission to prove that even though you’re already married, he’s still “hot husband material.”

his latest phase? doing push ups shirtless whenever you’re nearby. flexing his biceps whenever he opens a jar. winking dramatically when handing you anything.

today was worse.

he strides into the kitchen moments later, dressed in nothing but grey sweatpants and a face filled with determination. a towel thrown over his shoulder like he’s in a men’s health shoot.

“babe,” he grins, “check this out.”

he goes to do a one armed push up right then and there on the kitchen tile, except his hand slips, and he faceplants so fast it sounds like a cartoon slap.

you sit up straighter and raise an eyebrow.

“…honey.. are you okay?” you ask, holding back a laugh.

he stays face down on the floor for a second before mumbling, “still hot though… right?”

you roll your eyes fondly and get up to sit on the floor next to him, nudging him with your knee.

“…you’re lucky i already said ‘i do’.”

he peeks up at you, grinning with a busted ego and a red forehead. “i’d marry you again if it helps my case.”

you kiss his forehead and shake your head. “let’s just keep the seduction off the kitchen floor, yeah?”

reo always had expensive taste.

in cars, in watches, in clothes.

but his favorite luxury? you.

he spoiled you when you were just his high school girlfriend. snuck designer bracelets into your locker, filled your dorm with roses during exams, flew you out for weekend getaways like it was nothing. the other girls were jealous, always whispering, “what does she have that we don’t?”

reo never gave them the attention they wanted. he just kissed your cheek and made you show off the shiny chain around your neck.

now, years later, not much has changed. except you now wear a ring on your finger, and his last name behind yours.

you wake up to breakfast already made, gifts by the door “just because,” and his card in your hand with a small, “go get yourself something pretty.”

he comes home from practice and scoops you up into his arms like a lovesick idiot, still obsessed, still whipped.

and when you pout? even a little? he acts like it’s a national emergency.

“what do you want, baby? tell me. shoes? a trip? my kidney?”

reo’s love language has always been excess, and when it comes to you, there’s no such thing as too much.

girlfriend or wife, high school or forever, spoiling you was always part of the plan.

rin itoshi, even as a fully grown man, was still… rin itoshi.

he might’ve been a world class athlete now, a stoic genius on the field, cold and composed in interviews, but at home? at your home?

he was still that emotionally constipated, socially awkward, emo haired boy who never knew what to do with his hands.

he sat stiffly at your parents dinner table, trying not to breathe too loud, trying not to make eye contact with your dad, silently praying the chair would collapse and swallow him whole.

you, sitting beside him, casually spooning mashed potatoes onto your plate, looked as chill as ever. like you weren’t dining with two parents who were grilling your boyfriend with every polite smile and every “so, rin, what are your intentions?”

you kicked his ankle under the table.

“sit up straight.” you whispered.

he was slouching like he wanted to vanish into his hoodie. and the worst part? he wasn’t even wearing a hoodie. he was wearing a button up shirt, with sleeves, rolled up.

also, you had brushed his bangs behind his ear before dinner and told him he looked cute like that so now his emo fringe shield was gone and he had to make full eye contact with your mom while she passed him the salad bowl.

“thanks.” he mumbled, voice barely audible.

your mom blinked. “sorry, sweetheart?”

you leaned in. “he said thanks.”

rin looked like he was about to throw up from how clenched his jaw was. then, as the cherry on top, your dad broke the very uncomfortable silence and said, “you know, itoshi, she’s quite a handful. you sure you can handle her?”

and rin, already clinging to life by a thread, nodded stiffly and raised a glass of water to his lips.

you patted his back with the most innocent expression in the world. “oh come on, rin. don’t act like you don’t worship the ground i walk on.”

he glared at you. cheeks pink. ears red. small frown.

still the same awkward, emotionally stunted guy from his blue lock days.

but your fingers brushed his under the table, and you smiled at him softly. and maybe, maybe, he could handle dinner with your parents after all.

as long as you didn’t make him talk too much.

[moechies]

you literally cannot tell me that kaiser doesn't love period sex... hear me out okie!

he's not the biggest fan at first glance. like any other normal being, he thinks it's rather gross and unhygenic -- i mean the period is literally the lining of your uterus being shed, so he's not the biggest fanatic right off the bat.

it's only when he sees you writhing painfully atop of your shared bed, sniffling into the soft sheets with soft groans. he snoops up behind you, pushing your hair back behind your ear before pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek, asking you what's wrong.

he only coos sadly when you tell him it's your period, and it's hurting real bad. he brings a big, warm hand and clasp it over your tummy, asking if there's anything he can do to help. you only shake your head, the least bit frustrated at his ministrations having being worn from the pain all day, and wanting nothing more but to bask in your pain for a bit.

it's only when he's sitting in your guy's living room, waiting on a pack of pads and some sweets he ordered to be delivered to the home, when he comes across a video that claims: having sex on your period makes your cramps hurt less! he quirks a brow and scoffs, in what world would that even make sense? he's quick to scroll on, but can't deny his suspicion on whether the spewing man was right or not. so he opens a searching browser, and upon further research, and scrolls through r/periodsex on reddit, he deemed the man's claim to be strangely correct.

so he titters himself back into the bedroom where you lay, now scrolling on your computer with an abundance of pillows and sheets surrounding each side of your body, and kaiser chuckles at the sight.

"maus.. you've heard that havin' sex on y'r period can rid your cramps?"

you scoff, on par to his reaction but yours expends a little more anger. "that's so stupid, miche." you scowl a bit, face lightening when he reveals a couple chocolate bars and little sweets from his back.

"i dunno, 'id some research 'nd i think it might be true." he whistles, strolling his way over to you and handing you a bar of chocolate, placing the rest onto your bedside table.

"thank you, miche!" you grin, taking a nibble from the sweet, "but, i don't think your little period thing is true. sounds stupid." you're the same as him. no wonder you guys are so perfect for one another.

"hm," kaiser hums, rubbing his chin, "wha'dya say we test it out, maus?"

and that's how he got you here -- arched evilly as his heavy cock head sides back and forth through your aching slit. it spills with tinted slick, coating his pale-pink shaft red.

"micha," you cry out, terribly embarrassed as his slowed actions. you thought he'd be quick to get it over with for your sake, but he seemed to be enjoying this little 'try-out' way too much. "hurry, s--so embarrassed." you cover your face and whine as he taps his cock against your wet cunt, loud, sloppy noises eliciting from the mess. "embarrassed? how come?" kaiser grins, "nothin' t'be embarrassed about, lovie. 's just me."

"i know b--but... don't want y'to think ‘m gross." you whine, handling at the white sheets.

"nothin' you do is gross, maus." kaiser hums. "you understand?" you nod quickly, knowing just how mean he could get if you even bother trying to talk down on his efforts to love you. "hase, i'll put it in now, yeah? tell if it hurts, swear."

"i will! f--fuck me, miche, pleasee," you whine, shaking your ass up against his erection.

"you're shameless, hase." kaiser laughs, wasting no time before he thumbs at the front of his cock, pressing the crown against your weeping slit. you two gasp simultaneously when he fucks only the tip into your cunt -- fuck.

your pussy is so much hotter, and much more tender than it usually is -- and he knows this fact well enough from the amount of times he's made love to this very pussy. you whine when you feel your tummy churn from another cramp, tears building against your lashline. "oh, fuck, hase." kaiser whines, inching himself bit by bit into your sensitive cunt, a gentle thumb coming down to massage at your swollen, pearly clit. "y'alright, maus? need me to stop? or slow?" kaiser asks considerately despite his urge to not listen even if you do tell him to. god, it feels so damn good.

"no! miche, m--more!" you whine,

"haaah," a soft murmur of 'so hot,' is all he can manage as he shuffles himself further and further into your pussy, coming to a halt when he hears a rather pitched yelp.

"hase? y'alright?" you're breathing heavily, paired up with loud breathy moans. he's never seen you in this state with just his cock shoved into you -- without even moving or any other felt on your body. "'s sensitive, yeah? the ladies online said so, too." kaiser hums, thrusting slightly.

"shu--shut up, micha, just fuck me, 'kay? slowly!"

"y'got it, hase, calm down, 'righ? just enjoy it, miche'll make you feel s'good. so fuckin’ pretty hase.”

and god -- when he looks down after pulling out a slight and sees his cock coated in a deep crimson, he groans so unbelievably loud unlike you've ever heard before. the pretty scarlet in contrast to his white skin is throwing him in a loop, unable to help himself as he humps back inside with little remorse. he whimpers and whines each and every time your quivering pussy clenches his cock over and over -- and he's not even sure if you're aware of what you're doing.

"fuck, maus. f--feels good?" he finally cracks, bringing his hand down again to massage at your clit.

"u--uhuh, good.." you mumble, drooling against the sheets with a bit of tongue poking out. fuck, you're cute."

"cum now, baby, c'mon." kaiser leans over, pressing your body further into the sheets with his chest pressed against your bare back. "you can do it." he whispers, watching you unravel and shudder around his cock with a mean pinch to your clit. "m--miche..!" your thighs shiver, crying as you cum meanly on his cock and messing his shaft with a mixture of your creamy nut and rufous blood.

kaiser groans, fucking you gently to ride out your orgasm. his strokes are slow and deep, making you gasp at each initial thrust. "i'll cum inside." not a question, just a statement, a warning if you will.

and he does just that, unraveling just a mere couple seconds after yours and shooting white ropes of thick spent into your poor pussy. he groans and pants all at once, pulling out with a soft plop and pressing a kiss to your asscheek before pulling at it to admire his artwork.

he whistles in awe, watching his load spill out of you and mix with your blood to create a peony pink -- and although feeling a sense of flailing pride having to see his nut spill out of you, he won't chastise his sweet girl for it this time.

"m--miche..."

"yes, baby. let me clean you up." kaiser grunts with a grin, arms wrapping you into his embrace and taking you to the bathroom. "lets shower, yeah? i'll wash y'r hair f'you."

you press a weak hand against his chest, "b--but did you like it? was it g--gross?" you ask nervously, tiredly, unable to meet the man's eyes.

"no, i told you, i'd never find any part of you gross, maus. i loved it." kaiser chuckles, holding no hint of recline in his cerulean eyes. "you sure?"

kaiser scoffs. the one thing about kaiser is that he never lies. he'll tell you straightforward when he oughts, and you know this much. but you can't seem to hide the impending doom of embarrassment that haunts you in the back of your head, even if he affirms you over and over. "like i'd lie, lovie. don't doubt my honesty now. it was fun, ‘nd yer so pretty everywhere." he pinches at your cheek, earning a playful slap to his chest. "how's your tummy? still hurts?"

you shake your head, "no, doesn't hurt anymore, swear." and kaiser only grins, kissing your forehead gently.

"good, lovie. let me warm the water."

[narcjsistx]

i’ll just say "does your boyfriend pay for your nails?" just this, trust me <3

BLUELOCK: sae itoshi and micheal kaiser

Hearing your friends talk about how their boyfriends spoil them is often amusing. You enjoy watching how they unintentionally feel like queens of the world, and that genuinely pleases you. It's funny to you how, while they speak, they show off their long necklaces and their enhanced lips — things they only have thanks to their boyfriends' money

They talk and often make you feel almost inferior, simply because you're not someone who likes to show your private life — especially when it comes to your boyfriend's privacy

"So, does your boyfriend at least pay for your nails?"

You laugh, looking at your hands: no, he doesn’t pay for your nails. Your fingers are covered in rings from the world’s top brands, but the biggest one stands out on your ring finger: a natural and sparkling diamond, worth about the same as an entire stadium. He gave it to you a few weeks ago, during your last vacation in the Maldives, where your bank account remained untouched. A trip organized only because, a few days earlier, you had liked a post where the resort was mentioned — a like that he noticed very well

You think about how, in front of the whole world, he's precise, technical, charismatic — but with you, he’s the perfect definition of a clingy cat. You know perfectly well that if work didn’t call him away every day, he’d spend hours with his head nestled between your thighs, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and you forced to stroke his hair

You think about how, twice a week, his only goal is to take you to your favorite restaurant — one of the most expensive in your city. These are dates you’ve been treating yourselves to for quite some time now, and yet, more often than not, you don’t even feel like going — because he comes back truly exhausted from his training, and it genuinely hurts you to see him too full or too tired. Still, you’ve never managed to get him to stay home on those planned date nights — not when his fatigue seems to vanish the moment he sees you in his favorite dress, the one he bought you years ago, and that still makes his head turn as soon as he even sees the color

You think about how there's not a night where you wear the same lingerie as last time. Your boyfriend loves only the finest things, especially when they’re on you: expensive silk, soft velvet, even the cutest little bows. Every time he buys a new one it doesn't last long because he has the habit of ripping it off of you — he thinks that's the best way to fuck you right

You think about how he handles everything involving you with absolute precision: never getting too familiar with other girls, never making an inappropriate comment when talking about you on TV — and never, ever making a mistake that would make you feel anything less than truly the most important thing in the world. When people ask you why you fell in love, you simply think about how he, despite being a world famous player, has never made you feel the weight of his job

Not even when he’s tired, he still cooks for you

Not even when your feet hurt from wearing heels, and he lifts you using just one arm while holding your heels in the other

Not even when, after scoring a goal, he looks at you as if you gave him the strength and the luck to score

Not when he kisses you as if his life depended on it, while he's deep inside you, whispering the nicest things to you while he's ruining you with the same grit he has on the field

So no, your boyfriend doesn’t pay for your nails

Usually, he pays the beauty salon directly to come to your home and do your nails with the best in the business, sparing you even the effort of driving to the beauty salon

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will you marry me? ☆ itoshi rin ── ★ ˙🍒 ̟ !!

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itoshi rin had been acting strange lately.

not in the way you’d expect, where he’d get all snappy and closed-off, but in this… odd, jittery way. pacing around while he’s lost in thought more than usual, getting distracted mid-sentence, staring off into space with this weird distant look in his eyes like his brain was playing a football match that you couldn’t see.

he wasn’t rude. not cold either. just… off.

weird.

he’d start reaching for your hand, then stop halfway like he forgot what he was doing. he’d zone out when you were talking, then blink and apologise. yes — rin, apologising, unprompted — and it was almost enough to worry you.

but you didn’t ask. because rin never did well with being cornered, and you’d learned that some things with him just needed time and patience. you knew that he’d tell you, in his own awkward, roundabout way, but only when he was ready.

so you waited.

then, out of nowhere, he asked, “are you free this weekend?”

it was awkward — really awkward — like he was choking on his own words. voice tight, eyes avoiding yours. telling you to, “dress up nicely. like, really fancy.”

you were confused, but you didn’t question him.

he booked a restaurant you’d never been to before. a quiet but luxurious one, somewhere high up with a nice view. private room, warm lighting, fancy decorations, expensive food, everything spaced out so no one could overhear. classic rin — always making sure you had your own quiet little bubble away from the world.

so you thought maybe it was just rin being rin — quietly making up for his distant moods these past few weeks.

you didn’t think too much of it.

but the whole time, his leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. his fork kept clinking against the plate. he barely touched his food, barely spoke, just kept zoning out halfway, like his head was too loud and nothing could get out.

still, you didn’t push. you just reached for his hand when it rested on the table, thumb tracing slow, steady circles over his knuckles — trying to anchor him, the way he always did for you.

then, after dinner, after dessert, after his nerves had practically eaten him alive — he tugged you towards the balcony, mumbling something about how the view’s better outside. you followed without question, the cool air brushing your skin as you stepped onto the balcony, city lights stretching out forever beneath you. you smiled, thinking maybe you’d tease him about being secretly romantic.

then you turned around — expecting him to be standing there, maybe offering to take a cute picture of you or something. but no.

he was kneeling on the cold balcony floor, with what seemed like a velvet box in his hand.

he opened the box, revealing a beautiful, intricate diamond ring. and he was trembling so badly that it was practically rattling in his hands.

he cleared his throat, lips parting, brows tugging together like he was physically fighting himself just to speak.

“you make me… feel safe,” he started, voice low, shaky, eyes darting anywhere but your face. “like… like i’m actually… good at something that isn’t football.”

he winced a little, like that wasn’t what he meant to say.

“you’re the only person i ever want to see at the end of the day, and…” rin said, words getting faster, more frantic. “i… i want to wake up next to you, come home to you, build everything… with you.”

you felt your chest twist, eyes already stinging.

and then, “i want to marry you.”

his eyes widened immediately after the words slipped out, horror creeping into his expression. his grip on the box faltered as he scrambled to fix it.

“sorry, wait— i mean— please marry me.”

then a pause. a grimace. sheer desperation in his eyes now.

“shit— i meant… will you marry me?” he practically groaned, looking ready to curl up and die right there.

and you couldn’t help it. you burst out laughing, loud and sudden, because, of course this is how he’d propose — awkward, scrambled, completely overwhelmed by feelings he didn’t know how to hold.

you stepped forward, hands reaching out to cup his face, your palms cradling his cheeks, fingers slipping into his soft hair. and his skin burned under your touch. his jaw twitched, eyes wide and almost… terrified.

you leaned down just a little, smiling so wide it made your cheeks ache.

“yes,” you whispered, thumb brushing gently across his cheekbone. “of course i’ll marry you.”

you felt the shaky breath he let out, his whole body slumping in relief, like the tension had snapped clean from his bones. his hands stayed clenched around the little box, too stunned to move, mouth twitching like he couldn’t quite believe it.

you pressed your forehead to his, soft and close.

“you absolute idiot,” you grinned, “you had me worried for weeks.”

rin laughed — barely a sound, just a breathy, shaky little exhale — but it was the happiest sound you’d ever heard from him.

his proposal speech was messy, it was ridiculous.

but it was beautiful.

and stupidly perfect, just like rin.

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[anglbunny]

Paizuri ♡ Isagi yoichi

cw: smut mdni, titty fucking

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He’s tense—jaw clenched, hair messy from tugging at it after a brutal practice. You catch him in your shared room, sprawled on the bed, shirt riding up his toned abs, frustration in every line of his body.

“Yoichi,” you hum, crawling between his legs with a soft smile. “Wanna help you unwind.”

He raises a brow confused at first until you pull your shirt off and slide your bra straps down, letting your breasts bounce free.

His breath hitches.

“…What are you up to?”

You don’t answer. Just push him back gently, settle between his thighs, and let your soft tits press against his already hard cock through his sweats.

“Just relax,” you whisper, tugging his waistband down and freeing his length, thick, already twitching with need. “Let me take care of you.”

You press your breasts around him—soft and warm, his cock nestled between the pillowy flesh and slowly start to move them up and down, your tongue teasing the tip each time it peeks out.

“F-Fuck,” he mutters, eyes wide, watching your every move. “That’s… fuuuck, that’s good—”

You pick up the pace a little, moaning softly as his cock glides through the slick valley of your chest, precum smearing across your skin.

“Like this, Yoichi?” you breathe. “You’re so big—it barely fits between them…”

“Don’t say shit like that—” he growls, breath stuttering. “I’ll cum too fast.”

“Good,” you purr, flicking your tongue against his leaking tip again. “I want you to.”

He groans; hands fisting the sheets, hips twitching as you squeeze your breasts tighter around him, moving faster, messier, precum drooling down your cleavage.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” you whisper, licking your lips.

He loses it.

“Shit—baby—fuck, I’m..”

He cums hard—hot and thick and messy, spilling all over your tits and chin, some streaking across your face as you moan from how filthy it is.

He stares at you, chest heaving, cock twitching against your still-slick skin.

“…You’re unreal,” he mutters, pulling you up to kiss you like he’s addicted.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: was thinking about this last night and omfg

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[sevarchive]

♡ bllk headcanons ──

rin itoshi! as a girl dad heacanons

a/n: this is the final piece for the askroulette event! thank you all so much and it’s been such a joy spinning these little moments with you ♡ btw this piece was written for a ticket from the ask roulette carnival! visit their original ticket here!

RIN ITOSHI doesn’t cry when his daughter is born. he just stare, wide-eyed and silent, as they place her in his arms. everything else goes quiet.

“she’s so small,” he whispers, fingers trembling around her. “...what if i’m not good at this?” he breathes, almost to himself.

he stays by her crib the entire first night, arms folded, pretending he’s “just making sure she’s breathing right.” doesn’t sleep a second.

he calls her “kid” or “brat,” but you can catch him sometimes whispering her name softly when he thinks no one’s around.

horrible at baby talk. his lullabies are just him muttering about the offside rule in a monotone voice until she falls asleep (lmfao)

she gets a fever once and rin nearly passes out from stress. he’s pacing, phone in one hand, thermometer in the other. “should we take her to the hospital? no? are you sure? she sneezed twice.”

he attends every school event with the same serious face he wears on the field. hoodie on, arms crossed, filming her performance with the steadiest hands on earth.

secretly practices braiding her hair after watching a tutorial once. his version is terrible, but she loves it, and that’s enough for him to keep trying.

when she gets nervous before a recital, he crouches down and says: “doesn’t matter how it goes. "i’m proud either way. now go destroy the stage.”

she falls asleep on his lap often. he complains about his legs going numb, but doesn’t move a muscle until she wakes up.

when she gets older and calls him “dad” instead of “papa,” he grumbles about it for days. “what, you’re too old for me now?”

any future suitors get the glare. when it’s just the two of you, he sighs.

“she’s still a baby to me.” he knows she’s not. she’s growing up. she’s strong, smart, capable, just like he hoped, but still. “...i hope they know how lucky they are,” he says quietly. “i really do.”

rin Itoshi may not say much, but his actions speak louder than words. “you’re my entire world.”

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[deonsx]

HIIII!!! I thought something like, Sae, Isagi and you can choose the third person. Their girlfriends go to see them after the game, but let's say the security guard is causing her a bit of trouble and insults her a few times, what would it be like if they saw it?❣️

Hiiiii I’m choosing kaiser this time but sad for not adding nagi😭

Sae Itoshi

Sae was walking toward the locker rooms when he heard your voice strained and uneasy. Turning his head, he spotted you near the barricades, facing a security guard who was speaking to you in a harsh tone

“I already told you, you can’t stand here” the guard said curtly “This area isn’t meant for people like you” Your eyes flickered with hurt, but you stood your ground, your voice steady “I just want to see Sae”

Hearing this, Sae’s sharp gaze darkened. Without hesitation, he walked over to the scene, his every step deliberate. When he reached you, his cold voice cut through the tension like a blade “Is there a problem here?” he asked, his expression unreadable but his tone dangerous

The guard stiffened immediately, realizing who was speaking “S-Sae-san…I didn’t realize they were with you-” he began but Sae didn’t let him finish

“Don’t bother with excuses” he said sharply. “Disrespect them again, and it won’t end well for you” His voice was calm, but the threat in his words was unmistakable

The guard mumbled an apology, retreating awkwardly. Sae didn’t spare him another glance and turned to you instead. His expression softened, though the lingering anger in his eyes didn’t fade completely

“Are you okay?”

Isagi Yoichi

After finishing his post-match interviews, Isagi glanced around, hoping to spot you. That’s when he noticed the commotion near the barricades. You were there, and a security guard was speaking to you harshly, waving his hands as if to shoo you away

“I told you, you’re not allowed here! Stop making excuses!” the guard barked. Your voice wavered as you tried to explain, “I’m waiting for-” But before you could finish, Isagi was already there. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his usually gentle voice edged with irritation

The guard turned, startled to see Isagi standing right in front of him. “Isagi-san, I didn’t realize-“

“Didn’t realize what?” Isagi cut him off, his eyes narrowing “That you were being disrespectful to someone who has every right to be here?” The guard stammered, clearly unsure of how to respond. Isagi stepped closer, his tone firm but not aggressive. “She’s with me. Next time listen before jumping to conclusions”

Without waiting for a reply, Isagi turned to you, his expression softening immediately “Did he say anything else to you?”

Kaiser Michael

You were waiting outside the restricted area after Kaiser’s game, trying to explain to the bodyguard why you were there. But instead of listening, he gave you an annoyed look and stepped closer

“I don’t care who you think you’re waiting for” he said dismissively “You’re in the way” He reached out, lightly shoving your shoulder to push you back

“Hey!” you exclaimed, startled, but before you could say more, a familiar voice cut through the tension “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Michael Kaiser’s tone was sharp, his piercing gaze freezing the bodyguard in place. He was already closing the distance between you, his movements deliberate and intimidating

The bodyguard straightened awkwardly, realizing who had caught him. “I was just-”

“Touching her?!” Kaiser snapped, his voice cold and dangerous. He stepped in front of you, his posture protective like a barrier between you and the man. “You’re lucky I don’t make a scene right here.”

The bodyguard stammered an apology, but Kaiser wasn’t interested. His sharp eyes practically dared the man to test his patience again “You don’t touch her. You don’t talk to her like that. Ever”

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[serafiene]

a peculiar remedy

s. itoshi x fem!reader

⚠︎ nsfw (mdni!) / explicit content / oral sex (m!receiving) / p in v sex / unprotected sex / mentions of handjob/gagging / cursing / grinding / cum eating / implied!overstimulation / implied! breeding / (slight??) sub!sae

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it was all bound to happen.

all of this.

a supposedly peaceful night—embracing the presence of tranquility—transforming into something…indecent; impure, if you may add. an unforeseen turn of events, to be blunt.

it all began when you saw your boyfriend, sae itoshi—a prodigy who always dominates the field with his extraordinary innate talent despite his blunt and cold behavior—watching a livestream of a certain rival, playing on the field. his focused, sharp teal eyes glared at the screen, as if he was boring holes into it. funny because you could feel how infuriated he was; his eyebrows twitching everytime bunny iglesias appears on screen—like a gas to a flame—adding fury to his already raging feelings.

and of course, as the ever-so-sweet and thoughtful girlfriend you are; you thought of a way to calm him down.

something that he couldn't refuse; something that would get him wrapped around your fingers.

ah. you knew just what to do.

“shit, ’m close…” he hissed.

your mind was hazy, intoxicated; stupefied—you barely heard him.

you were a filthy, pathetic mess beneath him, kneeling between his manspreaded legs, worshipping his manhood with your skilled, bulging, drooling mouth. your eyes—filled with inextinguishable flame of libido—were cloudy from the repeated gagging caused by his size, bearing the uncomfortable stretch of your throat as you took his cock further in.

messy, filthy, lewd; those were the only words you could think of that’d be suitable to describe the sounds you made as you sucked and licked him off.

“oh—fuck me…fuuuck me..” he panted like a crazed man—chest heaving—a captivating sight. with a hiss, he snaked his veiny hands to the back of your head, digging the calloused pad of his fingertips into your scalp with enough force, tugging ever so slightly before pushing back down to guide you onto his shaft; you gagged.

up and down.

up and down.

faster, until you felt you jaw starting to ache.

deeper, until you gagged for the umpteenth time at his remarkable size.

harder, until your tongue memorized the curves and lines of the popping veins surrounding his shaft.

you took him in like a champ; an erotic spectacle for sae’s eyes.

with a soft pop, you pulled back from his shaft, panting. “give it to me, please…sae, sae..” you mewl as you continue pumping his cock, faster, harder—a desperate attempt to make him release. you opened your mouth, playfully tapping his spit-stained, flushed tip on the warm pad of your tongue, applying kitty licks and feather-like kisses to the leaking hole here and there, before taking him back down again.

the sight alone made sae’s stomach flutter—a clear sign—of his impending release.

“oh fuck, fuck, f—” he groaned, tugging your hair as he spurts out his hot, creamy white fluid into the warmth of your mouth; it was too much that it spilled out of the corner of your lips, trickling down onto the plush skin of your exposed breast. you pulled back with a low chuckle, blatantly licking your cum-stained lips as you milked him further with your glutinous hands; it was obscene, and you sighed, indulging the delectable sight: how his sinful body shivered slightly as he rode out his high, his ragged post-release breath, god, it was a delightful sight.

leaning his head back on the plush couch, sae groaned—eyes shut close, breathless. he was so subtle about it, but he actually felt ecstatic. sure, your idea of calming him down was…peculiar, but he had to admit it was better than what he had expected.

“hah—shi—”

as if he had been resurrected, he choked out a low moan at the warm sensation of your tongue on his oversensitive tip. “what're y—doing?” he asked between ragged breath, as he looked down at you with arched brows.

you gave him no answer.

you stood up from your position, and straddled him on the couch, wasting no time grinding against him, sighing in pleasure once you felt the warmth of his cock on your wet core. “sae…sae..” you chanted his name like a mantra—low and needy.

sae cursed under his breath upon feeling your womanhood flutter against his shaft, lubricating it with your glutinous essence.

he had to control himself. he just got to.

then he grunted.

fuck it.

with his firm hands, he grabbed your waist, plunging you onto him without a warning. “sae!” a gasp of mixed pain and pleasure escaped from your lips at the abrupt stretch of your tight, velvety walls.

“so tight..” he murmured under his breath, resting his head on your neck—a futile attempt to hide the embarrassing shade of crimson on his cheeks.

“sae, i told you…” you began, coquettisly, leisurely and deliberately unclasping his firm hands from your waist. he looked at you—drunk and dazed—as you entwined his much larger hands with your delicate and smaller ones with feather-like motions. “i’ve got it myself; you're in good hands…so let me handle the rest, please?” you whispered hoarsely. and as if under a spell, he couldn't say anything.

he was never like this, you knew that.

what kind of spell had you casted to him?

whatever it was, this whole session was far from making him calm; you were killing him. he swore his beloved girlfriend would be the death of him.

fuck bunny iglesias. he wanted to focus on you alone, right now. without further ado, you moved on top of him; bouncing on his delectable size with a pained and pleasurable gasp of his name.

sae. sae. sae.

you chant his name again and again.

sae on the other hand, watched your nakedness with hazy eyes: the way your bosom bounces sinfully like it was mocking his fucked out state; the way your mouth opens and closes from how overwhelmingly good his cock stretches you out; and god, the way you locked your eyes with his teal ones, as if you were telepathically communicating with him about how good he was making you feel.

“oh…oh sh—fuck—hah” he groaned between ragged breath as he felt your walls tighten around his shaft. god, the way he sounded—like a drug—it was addictive; a music to your ears that makes you wanna cum just by listening to it.

“sae, cum for me, please...” you moaned—breathlessly, your voice barely a whisper.

and like a tidal wave, pleasure washes over your veins as you released in unison, foreheads pressed against each other—clasped hands gripping so tightly both of your fist turned white.

the both of you stayed like that for a while; only the low volume of the television and your ragged breaths can be heard around the illuminated condo. “did that…calm you down?” you asked—your voice tired and low.

sae scoffed, tilting his head and pressing a peck on your lips. “it didn't.” he answered curtly with his usual unenthusiastic tone.

you chuckled and shook your head from his response. “is that so…?” you murmured, eyes fluttering from fatigue.

he groaned, resting his chin on your shoulder “mhm, your way of calming people is…” he trailed off, struggling to find the right words. “...peculiar.”

bullshit. he meant to say, amazing; toe-curling, to be blunt.

“i’d seriously kill anyone who would dare to experience that from you…”

that tickled your stomach. you giggled, playfully smacking his shoulders. “so you did like it!” you beamed, wrapping your hands around him.

“no. i d—”

“then why did you cum all ov—”

he shut you up with a deep kiss, laying both of your bodies down on the plushy couch; a passionate scene witnessed by the city lights outside the condominium’s glass window.

for once, he forgot the infuriating sensation lingering in his chest. what a peculiar remedy to calm a raging heart; you mentally noted to do it again. and by no means sae would ever refuse that idea; after all, he was in good hands.

literally.

a/n: don't mind the trashy title; i couldn't think of something (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) *cough* yes, this was inspired by that one panel in chap 308 bllk leaks whskgkshwksg (manspreading sae 🔛🔝). my mind wanders a bit too much welp. anyway, i hope you liked it. likes and reblogs are much appreciated! and don't forget to hit that follow for more updates! thanks a bunch!

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