inazuman

[inazuman]

pov you and sae's daughter pranks that she has a boyfriend when really she's just playing love and deepspace, featuring overprotective rin. word count: 1k. itoshi sae x f!reader and you're married and rin and reader are close friends

"I have a boyfriend."

There's a beat of silence, two, as your daughter stares at Sae. He barely glances up from where he's making two hot cups of tea at the kitchen counter. "Okay."

"Dad, I'm serious."

He nods, tea leaves carefully strained in his hand. "Okay."

"Is that all you have to say?"

He watches as the color seeps into the water, and offhandedly wonders whether this conversation really has to interrupt his tea-making. She could be interrupting an event. Or an interview.

"Is there something I'm supposed to say?"

"I don't know?? Like — Who is he? What's his name? Does he treat you well?"

"Who is he. What's his name. Does he treat you well."

His deadpan tone clearly doesn't entertain, as his daughter all but collapses onto the kitchen counter.

"Y'know, this is why nobody likes you."

"Your mom likes me." It's true. Probably. There's two cups of tea on the counter, after all. You'll at least love him when he hands you one.

"I heard mom call you a frigid bitch with her friend the other day."

"That's nice of her."

Steam billows into the air as Rin swipes down the stairs and pads through the kitchen, frowning at the sink before rolling his sleeves up, soap bubbling up the sponge that froths in his hand.

And like the little fox she is, she sets her sights on a new target with a wicked grin.

"Rin-niisan,” there’s an airy, sing-song tune to her voice, but all it grants her is a vaguely annoyed look. Even she’s surprised at his lack of danger sense, like maybe this man needs to be studied. “I have a boyfriend."

A plate slips in Rin's hand, clanging on its descent. "Ha?"

He flips around, hands still elbow-deep in the sink. "What? What are you telling me for?" He juts his chin out to Sae. "Say something."

Sae just raises an eyebrow that earns a tch from Rin. The sink turns on, then shuts off, then turns on again, as if exposing how Rin's mind runs.

"Bring him over."

It sounds like a perfectly innocent statement, except for the way Rin's voice lowers, his gaze turned cutting behind his fringe.

That has both Sae and your daughter straightening. "He's probably just a kid," Sae reassures.

"Doesn't matter." A plate screeches as it's dropped into the drying rack. "Bring him over."

Sae thinks he just watched his daughter regret the entire conversation in one fell swoop. Maybe she shouldn't have brought it up, if just for the mysterious boyfriend's preservation, or the sanctity of his ego before Rin hits him with his intent-to-kill.

"What's going on?" Your slippers slide across the tile, the tell-tale sign of a savior.

"Your kid has a boyfriend." Rin lectures quickly, as if there's finally a real adult here to handle the situation.

"What?" You almost trip as you skid across the floor, and Sae moves to stabilize you with ease.

"What did you say?" You turn to Sae in a hushed tone that everyone can hear.

"I said okay."

You blink at him. He blinks at you back.

"Okay?"

Your daughter swings her phone to point at Sae. "I told you you're supposed to say something."

"It's fine," you wave his nonchalance away, "I'll set the precedent then. What's his name? What's he like? Does he treat you well? Wait, you told Rin before me?" You turn to Rin, "What did you say?"

"Rin wants to kill him." Both Sae and your daughter say in unison.

Rin shrugs in your direction. "At least I said something."

"I knew it was coming." Sae hits back easily.

"You knew?" You ask with a tone like it's an allegation and Sae wonders if maybe this is the time to give you that tea. "What are you, some kind of prophet? Tell us the lottery numbers next."

"She's been smiling at her phone. I figured she'd tell us when she was ready."

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

"Okay! No murder, no boyfriend!" Your daughter claps. "This was all a prank! I was just joking!"

There's another clank into the sink as Rin groans. At this point, Sae's not sure if the dishes will make it past this conversation.

"Then what's on your phone?"

"I started playing this otome game — Look! It even has an introduce to the parents function!"

Sae takes the phone from her hands as she shows you both, which she allows disgruntledly.

"Mm. He's very polite." He hands the phone back to her.

Rin looks over your daughter's shoulder, hands still dotted with soap, then scoffs. "So a virtual boyfriend? He doesn't even look real."

You raise your eyebrows at him. "I think that's the point. I used to play one of those too."

"You. Played a game with a virtual boyfriend." It's almost a question, Sae's hand sliding across the countertop. "Was this when we were dating?"

"Oh, so that you react to?" Your daughter huffs.

"I think a 'virtual boyfriend' is a little much. I played a video game."

"A dating video game." Your daughter wiggles her eyebrows at you. "That simulates dates." She looks at Sae pointedly. "It's immersive."

Her magic works on him a little too well, because subtle concern fills his face. "How immersive?"

You give him an incredulous look. "He's not even real."

"Give it to me." Sae makes a give-it-here gesture to your daughter's phone, which she of course responds with by holding it closer to her chest. Because she's a teenager. Her phone is sacred. "What else does he say?"

"You know what, dad. I suddenly have had a change of heart. I think we should aaall pretend I didn't say anything."

Rin almost snorts, the kitchen towel flung through his hands before being put meticulously back over the handle. "You should've thought of that before."

"I'm just tryna lighten the mood out here! Jeez, you're all so serious."

"Rin almost went to jail for what you just said." You jab.

"Or your parents could've gotten divorced." Rin bats back.

"Nobody is getting divorced." The side-eye Sae gives Rin is lethal. "Don't joke about that."

Oh. That reminds him. He takes both mugs and hands you one.

"Wah, thank you!" You get on your tippy-toes as you press a kiss to his cheek, your smile so wide it makes him give you a shy little upturn of his mouth back. "I love you."

Sae turns and pointedly looks straight at his kid. She rolls her eyes.

credits to tangerinedarker on ao3 for calling sae a frigid bitch in their various fics, i thought that was hilarious and it lives in my head rent free HAHA

in my mind reader called her friend to tell them after bachira texts her “how’s your frigid bitch of a husband” bc in tangerinedarker’s chat fic bachira was the one that came up w the nickname :D

[inazuman]

itoshi rin x f!reader smut, portal sex, lowk witchcraft (sigils mean that his sex toy = your pussy basically), very slight semi-public don't get caught stuff (you don't actually get caught), oral f!receiving, p in v word count: 1.75k author's note: please save me i'm deranged

Rin has loved you for years.

He twists his phone in his hand, your contact name right at the top of his notifications. Just thinking about confessing to you has his insides turning, makes him want to slam his head into the nearest wall. He'd rather waterboard himself than say something.

He almost runs into the old lady that holds a hand up to stop him in his tracks.

She tells him that he "seems to be in a bit of a predicament," which he doesn't get at all. But then he looks up as she lead him into a little store right next to a sex shop, handing him something in one hand, the other hand holding up the little machine for making a payment.

Imagine her whilst you use this.

That's easy enough. He's been imagining having you for years. Memorized what your laugh sounds like, something akin to twinkling windchimes; how your face looks when you smile.

The toy part is new though. He turns it around. There's a little image near the base of it, like a drawing of some sort.

God, this is so dumb. He knows it even as he lays down in bed and closes his eyes. But then he finds himself all-too-easily imagining your thighs clasped around his head, the taste of you fresh on his tongue.

You're at work when it starts.

You're in the pantry getting a necessary pick-me-up coffee between lunch and the end of the work day when you start to feel something between your legs that makes all your movements stop. Something that has wetness blooming immediately. You try to shake your head, trying to keep the thought to the back of your mind, but you- you can feel it. Can feel something between your legs even when you know logically there's nothing there.

The only thing you know is you've got to get out of here. Away from your coworkers and their gossip session in the corner, the girl kicking the printer at the end of the corridor as you stumble into your office. You quickly pull on the blinds to shut them, only half-registering locking the door before you're falling into your seat.

What the fuck.

It feels like a searing hot, wet tongue is cleaving right between your folds. Your hand clamps around your mouth with a slap, hyperaware of the feet you can see walking by your office right at the bottom of your blinds. Hyperaware that anyone could still knock, have a question or need an update.

You've always been glad to have your own office, but you've never been quite so grateful now. When your legs are clasped together so tight they ache, and slick drips down your cunt.

The worst part might be that the only person that's running through your mind throughout all this is Rin.

Rin, who you've known for years. Who has been a stable friend. Who you know is attractive to the point of model-beauty, successful and busy and you're being forced to come to terms with the fact that this is not the first time you've thought of him like this. Clear blue eyes that peek past your inner thighs and lap at your cunt with so much fervor you're almost embarrassed.

You swear you can feel the tap of the tip of his tongue over your clit, the precise way it circles around that has you leaning over your desk, gripping it tight. It's a miracle you haven't made a loud enough sound to disturb. You feel the wave of your orgasm coming to you fast. How long has it been since you've had someone eat you out so vigorously? How is it so clear in your mind to the point where you can feel every movement, unpredictable even to you?

You feel a tongue lap over your clit again and again, the noise of the office outside turned background as the coil in your gut turns tight and you're keening over, coming hard in your chair, so wet you're half worried about whether it's seeped through your work clothes.

You think that's it, and then —

It gets so much worse.

You can feel something entering you, a hardened phantom-cock that slides past your wet folds with ease, every inch sinking in. You squeal behind your hand, shutting your eyes tight.

This you can't just be imagining, not when you can feel the stretch of your pussy accommodating for what's entering you. It slides back out of you just a little before pushing in even further, so big it feels like it's bullying you. You think you can almost feel the warmth radiating off of it from between your legs.

You can't help but moan when you finally reach what you think (hope) is the base, cock head pressed so deep in you that you feel stuffed full.

~

Rin half-thinks he's losing his mind, crazy with how hot and wet what is supposed to be a toy feels as he slides it over his cock. Are sex toys supposed to feel like this? It's so tight around his cock, contracting on its own, he feels like he's being pushed out. He tries to pull out just a little, only to feel like he's being sucked in instead. Like even you can't decide how you want him.

He gives in to his own temptation, pressing in despite the way it feels like a vice wrapped around his cock, and resistance gives way to slick, wetness dripping over and coating his member.

He feels dizzy with need as he presses in close, until the toy is around the whole of his cock, right at the base, the head of his cock hitting the back of it. Everything is warm and wet as he can't help the way his hips thrust up into it anyways.

~

You feel the phantom cock lodge deeper inside you even as you mentally beg to no one that you're so full, that there's no way you can take any more.

The way it fucks into you is with an intensity you've never experienced before, pressing into you over and over again. Your heart beats fast in your chest; the thrusts a little too fast, too deep to what you're used to. You want them to slow down and keep going all at once, slumping over your desk in a silent scream.

~

He imagines you in different ways, clear like sunlit water, something that both scares him and makes his dick throb. Underneath him, pressing your thighs close to your chest, slamming into you with his mouth against the column of your neck, and then lapping up your sweat in the valley between your breasts. On top of him, his hands on your waist as he brings you up and down over his cock.

All Rin can think about is how good it feels, your pussy wrapped around his cock. How you'd look under him, flushed and pretty. He wants to drop his head in the crux of your shoulder, breathe you in, listen to you moan and whine. He can feel your slick drip down his cock, how you're clenching around him so hard it makes him hiss and grit his teeth.

"Fuck," the words leave him in a heated exhale. "Gonna-"

~

The way his cock fucks into you is so pointed, something that feels like lithe fingers circling your clit until stars burst into your vision. Another heated hand feels seared to your side, pulling you down over his cock.

Your hand is wrapped around your mouth so tightly, afraid to make a noise, your breath coming hard and fast as starlight sparks up your spine, a desperate mewl leaving the back of your throat.

Hearing Rin groan next to your ear, more real than you have ever imagined before — that has you crashing hard into an orgasm.

~

Rin feels your walls get impossibly tighter around him. He wants to see you like this in reality. Wants to see if you really arch your back in exact way he's imagining, wants to press a long kiss to your lips as his hot breath pants over your skin.

Your cheek pressed against his cheek, saying his name. The details all come together. An embarrassing dream he will never admit to anyone, something as soft as his name on your lips and your skin pressed against his, enough to run him entirely speechless, making him rut into the toy, and has him spilling into it.

~

Fractured breaths make their way up your throat as you come to your senses, spell like a fog descending and dissipating into the ground.

You're in your office. You can make out the click-clacking of keyboards outside the room, light chatter, the sound of your emails coming in.

Oh, fuck. How long were you out for? You can feel the mess between your legs, your pussy both is dripping and isn't, your slick soaking your panties, damp against your inner thighs.

But somehow it's… not as much as you initially thought it was? How it felt?

Your hands find your phone before you can think it through, tapping Rin's contact, something both impulsive and natural.

~

Rin's vision finally blinks into reality, the vision of you still like a lingering dream, toy still in his hand. He touches the inside of the toy curiously, a finger tracing the inner wall.

He swears it didn't feel like that when he had his dick inside of it. It felt softer, warmer, slick with need.

Whatever. He probably just imagined it, in his insanity of want for you. He cleans the toy out and chucks it in a box, a dark hidden corner where he doesn't have to see the scam he bought ever again.

And then his phone starts buzzing.

He picks up on fifth ring, after the shock leaves his system.

"Rin?"

"Yeah." He clears his throat, gulping down the emotions he brought up just moments ago.

"Hey! Hey, um. Haha. So I get off work in like, just over an hour ish? Do you wanna- um," he swears your voice sounds almost shaky, out of breath. "Do you wanna get dinner or something? I mean, it's been a while since we met up, hasn't it? And you're like, off-season or something, right?"

Rin spins around to eye where he just threw the toy.

"Yeah." His back hits the wall behind him, a small, soft smile tilting up the corners of his mouth just slightly. "Okay."

hi hello here's the rin version! so the diff between the sae and rin versions is that rin isn't really thinking about why or how this is happening in the moment HAHA he's much more pleasure chasing than sae going what the actual hell is happening and continuing anyways :> OKAY sorry for the wait for this and i hope you enjoyed!!!

[inazuman]

I need you to talk abt the dynamic between sae × reader × kaiser😖😖😖😖

ohmygod YES god i love them so much HAHA i will write about it more (both smut and fluff) for sure but for starters

sae likes competency, and kaiser is nothing if not competent. brilliant at what he does, able to strip himself of everything to build himself up again if that's what it takes. sae himself is fairly neutral about a lot of things, but it's not lost on him that the emotional toll that takes for most people is taxing.

sae's ambition runs deep. despite all that nonchalance, he's greedier than you might think. he just doesn't talk about it, prefers to act on it instead. in this, kaiser understands. having the wisdom to know what you want and then the strength to go for it is much more difficult than it looks.

and you? well, as cliche as it sounds, you're the one holding it all together. neither of them have ever had the space to talk about how they feel, to have their inner worlds recognized. but you — you see, you understand, and you're still here. to be heard, wanted, taken into consideration. you open up that world for them.

that’s the thing about love. like the universe, it is vast and infinite. and when you add a third person to your relationship —

love doesn’t split into three parts. it does not fracture like light.

love grows.

[inazuman]

itoshi sae x f!reader smut. portal sex, lowk witchcraft (sigils drawn that mean the toy he fucks into = your pussy basically). p in v. not representative of real toys at all, this is very much fantasy. word count: 1.5k author's note: this is fucking deranged tbh but also very hot and different from the usual poetry of lovemaking i usually write. wrote this so horny that i feel like i should apologize or something

There's a sex toy in Sae's hand.

The term "pocket pussy" itself fills him with disgust. There's a strange symbol on the back of it, which he presumes is just the company's logo. Who is he to judge the branding of a sex company.

He presses his thumb to the entrance of the toy, tracing around the labia. It's surprisingly detailed, even the pearl of a clit lays right at the top, as if eager and waiting. It's almost…

He thumbs it curiously, only to be met with hardened plastic.

He doesn't know what he expected.

This really isn't him at all. Frankly, the sales associate was pushing this onto him way too hard. But he's not going to fault someone for doing their job, and she seemed like she really needed the commission; purchasing it was more like a favor to her. He didn't plan on using it at all.

But now he's in his bathroom, and he's cleaned the item inside and out, sterilized and soaped and dried. There's a little dispenser for putting in water-based lubricant, which he does have lying around. Something to make it more realistic, is what the salesperson said. Doesn't change the fact that it's just a plastic toy in his opinion, but he presumes most people are imagining someone in particular when they use it.

Sae doesn't have anyone. So he pours just a little bit of the lubricant in.

This is stupid. He thinks it even as he lays down in his bed, toy in hand. He's never been into dating or hooking up, but it really has been a long time.

~

This is stupid.

You're holding an image of a sigil in one hand, the witch that called you into your store and gave it to you (with insistence on payment immediately, might you add) said if you drew this on the back of your panties, you'd meet the love of your life!. Which, sure. You presume it's something about bodily fluids and the drawing. What do you know about sex magic?

So what if you grabbed a pair of old underwear and a marker, and started copying the sigil. It's been forever since you've last dated. You'll at least try it once. And then you can toss them to the side with a scoff and an obvious "that did nothing". You gotta try it before you kick it, right?

You lay down in bed and stare at the ceiling, the moon outside rotating over the sky.

And then you feel it, a sensation over your clit. Something light. A trick of the wind, maybe. But it's pointed enough to rock you out of your sleep. It's like a finger is tracing over either side of your pussy, dipping just slightly into your folds.

This is way more than you expected. You almost want to take off your sleep shorts just to check on the sigil, because what the actual fuck? Are you dreaming right now? But then you feel the sensation of something entering you, and it's big — much bigger than anything you've been used to. It stretches and aches but somehow doesn't hurt, like you've been prepped. And it's —

Holy fuck, it feels incredible.

The cock feels like it sinks into your pussy perfectly, running against your g-spot and pressing against your cervix. It's warm and hot inside of you and it thrusts slowly, inch by inch pressing into you over and over again and you're reminded of how long it's been since you've felt something like this. So full and whole and yet you don't know if you've ever had it this good.

The slow pace has you begging for him to speed up, even as the head of it moves and presses against every spot perfectly. At the end of every thrust, the tip presses to your cervix, and your mind goes completely blank. It grinds there for a moment almost knowingly, until your back arches and your hands grip the pillows tight.

~

It's so wet, around his cock, dripping down his member. He swears he only added a little bit of the lubricant, has half a mind to check the little cartridge if he wasn't doubling down with the way it tightens around his cock.

"F-Fuck," he can't help but swear as his hands press against either side of the toy like he would around someone's waist, fingertips that would create indents in someone's skin.

It squeezes him so, so, tight. And then it gets even wetter. Like —

Like someone's having an orgasm around his cock.

What- he doesn't even have time to process. His mind is reeling and he hisses between gritted teeth as the pussy becomes a vice around his member. It's so, so tight and warm and wet and it feels like a miracle he manages to fuck through it the entire time.

And then it relaxes. And he finally feels like he can breathe.

He pulls the toy closer to him, until the pussy presses right against the base of his cock. Feels the way the wetness drips all over him, the squelch of it audible, how it almost jerks uncontrollably around him. He doesn't know what the hell this function is but he knows if this was a real person, the reaction would make him chuckle. He presses down onto the top of the toy like he would someone's lower back —

And then he's slamming into it much faster than before. Pulls it down on him over and over again

~

You have never orgasmed from just penetration before, and yet this — this was insane. There's just one problem.

You still feel so wholly, incredibly full.

You came. You came. Whatever sex magic this is, shouldn't it end there? When bodily fluids meet the sigil? And yet you feel yourself get even fuller, like your hips are right against someone else's.

You find yourself falling uncontrollably, face-down and ass-up against your bed, as the thrusts get faster and faster. You're moaning against the sheets, mind so fucked out you can barely think.

And then you feel it. That sensation over your clit.

~

Sae wonders —

He touches the clit where he knows it's located, an engorged pearl that feels so much more nimble from the last time he tried touching it. He can't see it, so he can't tell for sure that it looks different, but what he does know is the way the pussy tightens around him immediately as he touches it. He runs his thumb in a circle over it and it's like the walls around his cock spasm, finds himself playing with it just to feel

And then something strange happens.

Sae doesn't have anyone. He doesn't have anyone to imagine. And yet he finds himself so clearly seeing hair splayed against the sheets, skin under his hands, can hear pretty gasps and moans falling from a mouth.

It drives him crazy. He wants to press his chest to your back, skin to skin. Lay a kiss over your shoulder and make you come on command. Wants to hold you up by your jaw so he can watch your face when you come.

"Oh, fuck," he says to no one, hair falling in his face from the sweat that drips down with the wetness over his cock. And then he comes hard, like vertigo, mind tilting at its axis as he spills into the pussy.

~

You're begging. You don't know for what, or what for, or who to, but your hands grip the sheets so tight that little crescent moon indents start to form through the material and onto your palm. The stimulation inside you and against your clit has your head heady and in the clouds and you're seconds away from having another orgasm.

That's when you see it, like a vision through a mist. You look over your shoulder like there might actually be someone there and see teal eyes like tumbled glass, wisps of red-brown hair. You can feel hands gripped tightly against your waist, slamming you back down onto him. A deep moan that makes white-hot sparks of satisfaction run up your spine.

You come shortly after, and it feels like you're coming around a hard cock and that has you dialed up even further, your open mouth pressed against the bed. You want to catch his face as he comes, you think you do almost barely through the corner of your eye, through the haze of your own orgasm as his thrust get sloppy and something wet spurts inside of you.

What?

When you press your fingers under the cloth and against your own pussy, there's nothing there but your essence. And yet you can feel it, the way it drips down, unable to be contained between your pussy squeezing around his cock. You gasp and moan as he seems to finally finish inside of you, working through your overstimulation with a few short thrusts.

Heavy breaths fill the air as clarity finally comes to your senses, the fog of lust and magic starting to ebb. You've soaked the bed with sweat, slick dripping down your cunt to the point it's started to slick down your inner thigh.

You'll meet the love of your life. You're not sure if this really counts as a meeting.

i have a rin version coming too btw :> just gotta go thru some last minute edits

[inazuman]

he puts a pretty collar on you and runs his finger on the underside, pulls on your leash just slightly to check only to hear your pretty gasp. ties you up to the bedposts to watch the way your slick drips onto the sheets as he teases you open to get you ready for him

[inazuman]

I wonder how rin or kaiser would be like after you broke up with them because you felt more like a burden to their career

OMGGG nah none of these guys are letting you go if you decided for them LMFAOO ESPECIALLY NOT KAISER HAHA

i think rin would be hurt at first bc i think he wouldn't clock that u were doing it for him and then when he finds out he is rushing back to you. at your door asking you how u could do such a thing. "how stupid can you be" but he means it affectionately and then he's kissing you with a hand wrapped around your jaw and pushing you through your door and into your home and kicking the door closed behind him.

you are never a burden to him, never. you are the thing that keeps him alive and stable and safe throughout it all. knowing he gets to come home to you keeps him sane. he does not know how to show or tell you this but he will try, he is trying.

kaiser is not letting you break up with him for this sorry HAHA immediately he is like why are you saying this. he's caging you in against the counter he is not letting you leave the room he wants to know right now. give him an explanation. you do not get to walk away. and then when he hears what you have to say he is manhandling you to the bed

"i'm good at what i do. i'm great at what i do. you think you could have any effect on that at all?" he says it with a scoff and it might sound cruel but he really means for it to be a reassurance. he almost takes it as insult that you would say such a thing. a burden to his career? did you suddenly think he wasn't doing well? he's hurt, actually. might even snap at you about it. you'll probably have to comfort him in some way

[inazuman]

itoshi sae x f!reader smut, reader's mad at him for the media reporting he's dating someone else and he fucks you like it's an apology

“you know what they’re saying? ah-, about you and that girl?"

your voice is filled with malice even with his dick so far up inside of you that you can feel it in your throat, even with each gasp that leaves you as he slams into you hard, his hips meeting yours again and again.

truthfully, he doesn’t. he didn’t spare the article more than a glance. what some bullshit reporter chasing a title for cash said has never phased him.

he grabs you gently by the chin, fingers wrapping around either side of your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “if i fuck you on the balcony and let everyone see, would that satisfy you?” the way he thrusts into you doesn’t falter once, even as he presses a hungry kiss to your mouth, teeth nipping at your lower lip, breath ghosting over as he speaks. “then everyone will see i’m yours.”

you jerk your face out of his grip, eyes sharp. “the only thing they’ll see is what a fucking womanizer you are, you asshole.”

maybe they will, maybe they won’t. but he can feel the way you’re gushing around his cock when he mentions it, wetness seeping down to his balls, glints like moonbeam. he presses a thumb to your clit and watches your back arch into a crescent moon, always so responsive to him.

“please, please please —,” your voice comes out so wrecked it has him taking in a sharp breath. even as you hate him, slap your hands against his chest as you tell him exactly that, “i hate you i hate you,” followed by please, please.

if it was any other day, if it wasn’t truly his fault for even allowing himself to get photographed standing just a little too close to someone that wasn’t you, he might’ve teased you for it. made you beg even more, cooed at you for being so needy. but it is his fault, so he relents. gives you exactly what you want, circles your slick pearl and fucks you so hard the words you say turn into nothing, until the way you hit his chest turns into your nails scraping over his shoulders, down his back.

he watches you as you come, has to, with tears on your lashline and a high pitched whine. at least this way, he knows the tears are a good thing, that he’s fucked you right.

(he doesn't let himself come, considers it some kind of penance, like it might be the thing that sways the guilt that eats at his heart.)

“you’re so pretty.”

“fuck you,” you spit, breathless. “this doesn’t make us even.”

he grabs you by either side of your thighs and slams you back down onto his cock with a scream.

“yeah,” his hand presses against the headboard above you, until the wood creaks down with his weight, his warmth radiating against yours. “i got that.”

[inazuman]

rin finally being able to relax around you, because of you. his shoulders slump and he rests his head right next to yours and pulls you in for the laziest slow kiss and for once he can be awake and at ease. for once everything inside of him is just quiet

(he holds onto you even tighter for it. cups your cheeks and kisses you deeper like in doing so he might be able to finally say thank you.)

[inazuman]

with you, my heart-known home.

itoshi sae x f!reader smut tags: afab reader, established relationship, oral f!receiving, praise, p in v, fluffy domestic sex. genuinely no warnings, just full of love from him to you. dirty talk except it’s sae so it’s His Version of it ahaha. he gets hard when you say i love you wc: 3k

He's staring at you.

A grueling six weeks, a flight, and a shower. It's nothing new, he's the one that told you not to wait up.

But seeing you asleep in his bed after all this time makes his cock twitch in his shorts. He groans to himself, wiping a hand down his face.

Only you would have this effect on him, heavy on his heart, imagining your pussy around his cock when you're right next to him.

Whatever. He should probably get some sleep.

He wraps the blanket around you both, takes the extra time to make sure you're properly tucked in, before wrapping his arm around your waist. Because he did miss you. It's clear in the way he squeezes you tight, presses a kiss to your cheek. You smile in your sleep as if knowingly, tucking his hand into your chest.

What does it say about him that he feels himself get harder at the sight?

He leans his head down into your shoulder. Fuck, you're so warm. You smell like you and the bed and he can't imagine anything sexier. Like home, in a way no other place has truly been.

You turn to him, still half-asleep. He really, really, didn't mean to wake you.

"I know, baby," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Welcome home."

He doesn't really understand it when he's with you, doesn't try to either. Because now you're here, and he's pressing his body over yours, kissing you in your sleep-laden state. He's filled with something deeper than desire, heavier than love, more pulling than devotion. He presses kisses down your neck gently, his hands at your thighs, moving up to your waist, pushing your shirt up so he can feel the plush flesh there, everywhere.

"Sae, Sae, baby, aren't you tired?" you cup his face in your hands, soft skin under your fingertips, half-hooded eyes staring back at you. "You just got back."

He stops at that, his own breath coming heavier than he'd like to admit. "Are you tired? You don't have to do anything."

Your windchime laugh muffles against his chest, makes his heart flip-flop like a fish in the cavern. "If you want me, you can have me. In whichever way you want."

In whichever way you want. A dangerous offer, for a man like him. He’ll take you up on it, again and again and again. He'll have you, completely.

You kiss him like that, with a softness that he thinks must come naturally to you, with the way you wake up everyday just to blanket him in it. Sae adores it, feels a twinge of guilt with the way he wants to devour it. Lips move into tongue that move into teeth, nipping at your lower lip. His hands know your skin, they feel like they’re covering you everywhere, hot and aching as they delve under your clothes, up to your breasts, cupping them softly and running his thumb right over your nipple, swallowing down a gasp from you.

He only separates from you to look at your reaction, love-bitten lips with a sheen of saliva like gloss, eyes focused on him alone, how your chest rises and falls under his hands.

He takes your top off carefully, like a reveal, gaze stuck to you, tongue wetting his lips before he brings his mouth right to your sternum. He can feel the flutter of your heartbeat underneath, proof of you underneath him, proof of the effect he has on you after all these years.

"Pretty," he mumbles into your skin, both hands cupping either sides of your breasts. He tilts his head to the side, bringing one nipple into his mouth, his hand sliding under your back as you arch into it, fingers over the dip of your spine.

He takes his time, despite the way his cock throbs in his pants. "You're pretty."

You flush at the attention. "Sae."

He lifts himself up to pull your pants down and off, his eyes following every move, your exposed body beneath him in the dark of the room. It almost makes him wish the lights were on, so that he could really admire you, watch as he makes you squirm under his touch.

He'll do that anyways. "Stay still."

His arms wrap around your thighs, his hands lacing through yours over your hips — a gentle affection, like a ribbon wrapped around a present. And then his mouth is on you, kissing your clit first, then teasing you by bringing his tongue along one side of your slit, from the bottom all the way up until he's just shy of your clit, then repeating on the other side.

"Sae," you try again, breath hitching.

"Do you touch yourself when I'm not home?" He takes in the way your clit exposes itself past the petals of your folds, puffy and waiting, beckoning him like a ship to a lighthouse.

"Answer me." You can feel his mouth moving over your core as he speaks.

"I- sometimes?" You answer breathlessly. That grants you closer to what you want, the flat of tongue lapping over from the bottom to the top of your slit.

"What do you think about?" He's both relentless and holding back, too slow to grant you reprieve but too persistent with his tongue to let you properly think. A perfect balance that only he knows, that only he can sustain with you, that keeps you holding onto him like a lifeline.

"You. You, always you."

(He has to make you feel like this. It's the only way he can feel like there's been due diligence in your dynamic — you, finally knowing some part of how he feels. Like you own him.)

He hums in response instead, vibrations against your core, tasting each drip of wetness you give him, drinking you in.

"Like this," you continue. "I think of you like this."

Long laps of his tongue turn into kitten licks, starting at the bottom and working his way up. Every second he takes to get to the top feels drawn out, taffy being pulled until his tongue finally swirls over your clit, like burnt sugar snapping.

"Is it like how you imagined?"

"Better." That has a ghost of a smile forming over his lips, a little reward given to you for it with kitten-licks against your clit. "You're- Sae-," you don't know how you're supposed to hold a conversation like this. You try to thrust your hips to quicken the pace only to no avail, his grip tight on you, and even that has heat slinking through you.

"How." His tongue digs through your folds despite the question.

"Wha-" Another gasp leaves your throat before you can finish.

"How is it better." He wrings a whine out from you, pressure building inside you like a dam, his hot breath over your cunt as he speaks. "Tell me."

"It's- you do it slower. You're not in a rush. You take your time." The words race out of you in a single breath, all you're able to give with how quickly your mind starts to feel cloud-stuffed, devolving into whimpers and gasps, muscles in your legs wound tight.

He responds to you in the worst way, by slowing down. Bringing you to the edge only to keep you there, forcing every nerve inside you to feel like it's gone haywire.

"That's- Sae, please. Not- not what I meant." Your breath comes short, your whines filling the air, shaking in his grasp.

"Oh, no?" You swear you can feel him smirk below you, you look down to find that glint in his darkened eyes.

He gives in, then. He always does with you, inevitably, like how the tide moves with the moon. Presses your body down with ease before you can buck your hips, tongue lathing over your clit in circles and kitten laps until your hands squeeze his and your back arches. He moans into your cunt, and even that soft sound from him has you reeling closer, your clear effect on him makes you feverish.

"That's it," he rasps, a beckoning that you can't help but respond to. His mouth covers over your core, his hot breath and tongue an onslaught as you teeter towards the edge, your slick seeping into his mouth.

Just as you warn him you’re about to come, he slides his fingers into you, has you clenching around his long fingers and he tilts them up in a way that has you tensing even further and crashing down so fast, pretty noises filling the room as heat rushes through your body, your thighs clenching tight, your slick coating his hand.

He doesn't stop, even then, with your slick dripping down his chin. His tongue is relentless and unwavering over your clit, something you start to register slowly as feeling returns to you and your legs kick out uncontrollably. You're gasping into the air, every swirl of the muscle over the sensitive area is a pleasure that leaves you struggling to breathe, so sensitive that it's bordering on painful. His eyes smile with how cute he finds it, the way you thrash in his hold. There isn't a world where he doesn't let you bite into his heart and eat it raw. Your palm presses against his forehead, pushing him away with the overstimulation. He grabs at your hand, giving a wet kiss to the back of it.

"Good," he says it with a sigh of relief, like certifying something is to his satisfaction, pleased with your reaction to him, a hidden metric only for him to decipher. His tongue wets his lips just slightly to taste the rest of your essence, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. "Good girl."

That has you bringing a hand up to your face, hiding the expression he knows so well, only for him to catch your hands in his and press a wet kiss to your cheek, so cute under him that he can't resist this little act of affection.

He lets his pants drop, wrapping a hand around his cock, leaking with pre as the head presses against your core. His hands slide up and down the inside of your thighs, your supple skin giving way under his touch, pressing down and spreading them open wider.

So he can see, you realize. Watch the way you open up for him. You whine at him in embarrassment.

"Behave," he hushes with a pointed look that has you obeying without thought, staying as still and relaxed as you can as he pushes in. There's a pretty sigh he makes as your warmth envelops him, his eyes fluttering shut, looming over you and dropping his forehead to yours.

You're all pliant under him, ripe fruit his for the taking, leaking juices over his member. You claw at his shoulders, his name babbling over your lips over and over. Even with the way he prepped you, the stretch is still there. Nothing compares.

He slides in and out of you in short strokes, the fullness of it reaching deeper and deeper as each inch pushes into you, has you trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths. Until his hips meet yours, earning from you a desperate mewl.

"You're doing good," he presses a kiss to your hairline, chest to chest with him so you can both feel the way the other heaves. The validation makes your cunt flutter around him, opened up for him with a familiarity. Your slick coats his cock with a sheen as he pulls out and pushes back into you in slow thrusts.

"I think of you too." He tells you this as his cock presses impossibly deeper with each press of his hips.

"What?" You pant.

"When I'm away."

That does something to you, makes you leave crescent moon indents from your nails into his skin. "You should — ah — call, next time."

"Yeah? Why's that, hm?" His thumb runs in circles over your waist, a gentle gesture that makes your heart drip with your cunt as he's thrusting into you.

"Wanna- wanna hear you." You tell him this as he rocks into you over and over again, gentle and caring, full of his cock and his love all tied up in one.

Sae huffs. "You wouldn't like it."

"I- I like it. It's you."

"I'd make you wait." He emphasizes it by bringing his hand down between your legs where you're connected, tapping the pearl of your clit. "Make you touch yourself until you're begging to come."

He'd need to hear you beg. To know he has even half the effect on you that you have on him. To make sure you're as heavy with craving as he is.

"Sae," it's more a chant than a complaint, makes him want to tease you just a little more. But then your arms are wrapping tight around his neck, your ankles high on his waist and looping behind him.

"Missed you," you whisper right against his ear, your voice more pitched with each word. "Missed you so much. I love you."

He feels the swell of your words both in his mind and his cock. He can't process what this does to him. Makes his head so heady with lust, like being drunk from the sight and sound of you. He takes your hand in his, laces his fingers through. Kisses you chaste, a warning.

And then he fucks you hard. Until the bed shifts against the wall. Until your whispers and moans become sobs and silent screams. The tip of his cock brushes against your cervix on every other hit, numbing your mind completely. That's how he wants you. So dumbed out on his cock that you can't speak, can't think. So mindless below him that you only know him, feel him, need him.

He'd smile at the lack of retort on your tongue if he could. Instead, he finds himself panting through gritted teeth at how you tighten around him. He strains to focus past the feeling and on your voice, on the way you say his name over and over again, how your tone pitches higher, a sure sign of the wave that will overcome you both.

"Good, fuck, that's it," he can't deny your effect on him, not like this, not with your walls fluttering around him. But more than that, is feeling you. You in your entirety, your body against his, your warmth that he missed so dearly, your love that you encompass him in — the irreplaceable feeling that pulls him so much closer to the edge, so much faster than he can help.

"Good girl," he says it in lieu of something more, with a shaky breath and the stuttering of his hips. His fingers, coated with your slick, runs circles over your clit, pleasure hot in your veins. He swears again when he looks down and sees that foamed ring at the base of his member, how the honey-drip of your essence wraps around his cock in a gleam. It surges something possessive in him.

"Come for me," it's something between a command and a plea. Let me hear it, let me watch you fall apart under me. What is attention, if not some sort of prayer? All of his focus, of heart and of mind, is on you. Something like revelation settles deep in his mind, something so heart-known, as what he feels for you bubbles to the surface. "I love you. Come for me."

It's your undoing, a desperate whine, your entire body tensing, taut like a bowstring. He doesn't stop, never falters, not with how beautiful you look as your breath comes short and every fibre of your body only knows him. He whispers your name, as gentle as the rain, and you jerk up into his hold, gushing wetness around his hard cock, the fullness of it inside you so acute as your walls clamp down.

He's not much farther off after that. He has to watch you, first. Has to feel satisfied with the strength of the orgasm you give him before he's fucking into you again, fast thrusts that come with a swear, that follow with your name so pretty on his lips again, that has him spilling inside of you, his body shuddering with the intensity of it.

He stops himself short of collapsing completely on top of you, his hand resting against the headboard, the rise and fall of his chest against yours with every deep breath. His other hand cups right under your chin, pulling you in for a deep kiss, your cheeks slightly squished in his hand as he takes your breath and breathes you in all at once.

Your shaky legs drop onto the bed, gliding your legs against his and pulling him in close. He parts from you only to lay his forehead against yours, craves your closeness with a soreness in his chest that makes him hold you that much tighter in his arms.

The morning light starts to glide past the curtains, casts a halo around you, an angelic bloom, a sharp light-strike across the high of your cheek.

He loves you so much with no real way to describe it, no vocabulary that he has spent building up for this moment the same way he built his skills up for his career. He won't ruin this moment with you with some half-hearted effort at trying to process his feelings into a language. It is better, in his mind, to leave this untouched by words, to show you instead.

When he kisses you deeply again, it feels like a question. Can I tell you how much I love you, even without having to say it?

And when you kiss him back, pull him in closer, it's like an answer, knowing and bright as the light. I speak your language. I hear it from you everyday.

author's note: hello, thank you for reading <3 more sae from yours truly. i wrote this with a lot of love and heart <3 i hope it comes across

[inazuman]

caleb helping you “practice” for when you get a boyfriend, showing you everything from how he should buy you flowers, how he should treat you at a date, to how he should eat you out, how he should let you lie back, to ease you onto his cock gently so it doesn’t hurt…

it doesn’t count, of course. it’s all just practice, right?

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cora! this event is such a cute idea :’) humbly requesting temperance with rin itoshi please. gn reader is fine!

itoshi rin x reader (gender neutral), wound-tending, fluff wc: 0.5k ❥ valentines event (requests still open!), co-written with @venustrvck a/n: AAAH i feel so nervous u r the first req i'm posting :')) THANK YOU SM for participating friend !!!

There's blood. More blood than he thought, down his face, down the sink. It trickles down the curve of white porcelain and coalesces at the bottom; rivers of blood conjoining into a lake.

There's a knock at the door. "Rin."

He ignores it. Who would want their partner to see them like this? Bleeding out his nose and his cheek. Weak, Sae would say. Lukewarm.

"If you don't open this door," the white lacquered wood separates you, a barrier he's put up on purpose, muffling your voice. "I'm going to break the door down."

Rin snorts. Like that's about to happen. He draws a stinging line down his cheek as he slides an alcohol-soaked cotton across the cut.

"You think I can't do it? Haven't you seen those videos where babies get stuck under cars and the mothers lift the car?"

The door swings open, his long arm catching it at the edge. Rin's hair is in his face, bangs clinging to his forehead with sweat. He's giving you the worst side-eye, bright blue shining in slits from behind his strands under the unforgiving bathroom light. "I'm not your baby."

You step into his space, too close for his comfort, not close enough for his needs. Let yourself into this part of him that he's been trying to hide from you. "You might as well be."

Rin busies himself with his reflection, making every attempt to ignore you, ignore the unfurling shame in his gut, despite your concerned face creeping through his side-view.

"How bad is it?"

Rin doesn't answer. You cup the uncut side of his face with one hand.

"I'm here for you. You can show me."

Warm hands enclose his own as you gingerly grasp the cotton pad; you take it away with gentle fingers. He doesn't turn. He doesn't look at you. Your voice turns into something gentle. "Let me do this for you."

He wants to hide. Wants to run away. That furrowed space between your brows is the last thing he wants to see. He can't do either of those things, so he closes his eyes.

And then all he knows is your warmth, your body pressed against his. There's the sound of shuffling, and a new, cool alcohol-dipped cotton ball is pressed to his cheek. He wants to hiss at the contact, but he bites the inside of his cheek instead. He's shown enough weakness to you today.

"It's okay, Rin." You say it almost knowingly, your hand moves to the back of his neck, bringing him down so you can better reach. "There's nothing wrong with letting someone else take care of you."

You think he mumbles your name.

"It's me, isn't it?" You're so close to him that your nose brushes against his. The cotton pad moves down over the abrasion on his jaw, clearing away the grime and leaving rough, red skin in its wake.

"It's just me, so you can show me if it hurts. No one else has to know."

It's like a cleansing of sorts, his body relaxing against the counter, leaning his face into your hands. A cleansing from the situation, from all the times he wasn't able to say what he needed. Don't you know that there are those who would take without remorse, what you give to him so freely?

This time, when you press against his wound, his hand tightens where it holds your waist.

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i don’t think sae actually uses his instagram but i do think he texts u photos throughout the day

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“what are you doing here, all by your lonesome?”

sae has his elbows on the bar, nursing whiskey glass in hand that looks entirely for show. even the ice ball within seems to click with disapproval.

“they’re loud.” the glass tilts in his hands, elegant fingers wrapped around, gesturing mildly to his teammates.

“and you’ve decided to, what? sit here all by yourself with those critical eyes, not saying anything at all? go girl, give us nothing.” sarcasm drips like the condensation down your own champagne glass, but when he glances at you, everything is lightened like effervescence with your playful smile.

”they’d be better players if they didn’t waste their time with this sort of thing.”

“would you say that to your brother?”

“i have.”

“wow, no wonder he turned out the way he did.”

sae almost frowns at that. what’s that supposed to mean?

he doesn’t get to ponder on it as you casually press your shoulder against his. he can feel your body warmth pressed against him so acutely. you act like it’s nothing. maybe it is nothing, to you. but it makes his heart do something he can’t explain.

you sigh, and even that feels soft to him. “just go talk to some people, even just for a bit. it’s an event.”

“you don’t like men who talk.”

you huff, lips upturning with your confusion. “what?”

“that’s what you said to oliver. you said — ‘i hate men who talk all the time on dates. it makes me want to ask them if they want my lipgloss too whilst they’re at it.’” he repeats your words in his own monotone voice, so flat that it would’ve made you laugh if it wasn’t for how you almost choke on your drink.

“you heard that?” the way you’re looking at him borders on incredulous.

he quirks an eyebrow. “you and oliver don’t talk quietly.”

“no, i mean — you remember?”

“i wouldn’t do that.”

“wha- what do you mean?”

he turns to you, his entire body language and attention on you for what feels like the first time throughout this whole conversation. it’s in this moment that you realize how close he really is to you. you can smell his cologne, feel his breath against your skin as he leans down towards you.

“if we were on a date. i wouldn’t do that to you.”

it’s now that he finally chooses to walk to his circle of teammates, who welcome him with a shout and raised drinks.

when he glances back, you’re so wide-eyed that he smiles behind his glass.

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Cora…..is it okay for me to pretty please ask what kind of specific clothing item Kunigami would be crazy for? you can ignore this if you want i apologize if you don’t write for him akjsjdms im just curious on your thoughts ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

HELLO GRAY <3 OOOH omg i can't believe i didn't include him now that you mention it!!!

i wanna sayyy camisole tops augh and when one of the straps falls down and the way his eyes immediately go to it to help you move it back and his tender touch whilst he does it… applies to loose bra straps too. the whole time he's thinking about your exposed skin it's such a little strap but it makes him feel some kind of way. i also imagine like if you're talking to him whilst he's sitting on the couch and you're standing in front of him, he'll pull you in by your clothes and play with them absentmindedly in his hands. like if you're wearing a frilly skirt or a long cardigan he'll fiddle with the edges of it whilst listening to you <33

also similar to hiori with hair accessories but in a more functional way. like clipping it up to expose the nape of your neck, clipping back your bangs. i think he'd massage the area too for you if you're working and you seem tense <3 moves you from your desk to the bed because he "wants to do it properly" for you, kisses you on the shoulder before rubbing into you.

sometimes it starts to devolve into something more… especially if he starts to hear all the sounds you make about how good it feels. presses a hand into your calf and moves up your leg, kissing up your spine to between your shoulder blades. he just wants to make you feel good and relaxed in every way

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mydei looking up at you trying to ride him with that stupid cocksure grin as your legs start to shake. he sits up, leans in close, and asks “need some help?” with that low voice of his, knowing full well how badly you need him. he almost laughs when you grit your teeth at him and give him a glare before he starts to give in, pressing his large, calloused hands against the back of your thighs and bringing you down onto him hard.

“if you wanted something, all you had to do was ask.”

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rin eating you out where he’s sitting on the ground with his head leaned back against the bed and you’re on the bed sitting on your knees over his face

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sae fucking you and cumming inside of you and never touching your clit so you can’t come. he’s done this on purpose because you both have to go to one of his teammate’s parties right after for PR. and you’re needy and clinging onto him with his cum still inside you <3 he loves to see you have eyes only for him and no one else and loves to see you begging for him to take you right there at this boring ass event he didn’t even want to go to. clicks his tongue and reprimands you for being so needy. squishes your face with one hand tells you to wait your turn.