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hi what about bestfriend"s brother sae getting turned on cus f!reader keeps on pushing her back towards him unconsciously while in deep sleep at a sleepover

jerking off beside u ✧ sae itoshi

it's supposed to be an innocent sleepover. your best friend's house is familiar, warm and safe. you've spent countless nights here, falling asleep to whispered conversations, movie marathons and the quiet comfort of being young and carefree.

except this time, his brother's home. sae itoshi, back from spain for a short break, and somehow you ended up crashed on the same couch. there wasn't enough space elsewhere ..that's what you told yourself.

he'd barely said a word, just gave you a quiet look and a low, "goodnight," before lying down. you did the same, curling up under the blanket, facing away from him.

the house settles into silence.

sae lies stiffly on his side. he should be asleep. he should have turned his back to you, shut his eyes and waited for morning. but then you moved.

just a small shuffle at first, your back pressing against his chest in your sleep, light enough that maybe you didn't even realize it. he swallowed it down, stayed perfectly still. but then you did it again.

this time, slower, unconsciously pushing yourself closer, your hips pressing into him like it's instinct, like your body's seeking his warmth even though your mind's long gone in sleep.

his fingers twitch against the pillow. it's not on purpose.

but fuck, you keep doing it. you shift again, softly sighing, your ass nudging against the growing problem in his sweats, like you're teasing him without even knowing it.

his jaw tightens. he clenches his fist under the blanket.

"stop," he mutters under his breath like saying it will magically make you freeze. but you don't stop. your body keeps pressing closer like you're magnetized to him. he shuts his eyes tight, willing himself to think of anything else, soccer drills, flight schedules, the fact that his brother's asleep just down the hall.

but it's impossible. not when your body keeps pushing into his like you belong there. not when your scent is the only thing filling his lungs.

his cock is rock hard now, straining against the thin fabric of his sweats, throbbing every time you shift your hips, every time you push yourself further back like you're searching for something in your sleep.

it's killing him. you're killing him.

and when you let out a tiny, breathy sound, it shatters what little patience he had left.

his hand slips under the waistband of his sweats, rough and desperate as he wraps his fingers around his aching length. he squeezes the base, hissing softly through his teeth, the heat of your body burning him alive. you keep moving. small rolls of your hips as you sleep, the curve of your ass grinding back into him like you're pleading for something you don't even realize.

sae's breathing grows ragged, his fist working faster, chasing the unbearable tension coiled low in his stomach.

he shouldn't be doing this. he know he shouldn't. but you feel too good against him and his self-control has crumbled.

his other hand grips the couch cushion hard enough his knuckles go white, fighting to keep quiet as his release builds. when you let out another soft, innocent sigh, shifting against him one final time, it rips a low, broken sound from his throat as he cums hard into his palm, his body shuddering behind you.

the silence returns. you don't wake. you don't know. you simply breathe softly, still asleep and resting so comfortably against him like nothing happened.

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What if reader was a kpop idol and she previously mentioned that she’s a big fan of itoshi sae? And I’d really like it if there was a spicy scene 2!!!!

having a crush on sae itoshi really pays off! ✧ sae itoshi x idol!reader

the room smells like sweat, cologne, and expensive alcohol, loud enough to be alive, but quiet enough for secrecy. velvet couches line the edges of the private lounge, dim lights casting soft halos over the glasses in everyone's hands. you're still in your stage outfit, sleek, black satin with glitter at the collarbone, legs crossed, back straight, a glass of something sweet and spiked in your hand.

and across from you, leaning against the bar with one hand tucked into his pocket, is itoshi sae. he's already looked your way three times. you counted.

one of your members nudges you, voice teasing. "you gonna talk to him or just burn a hole through him with your eyes?"

you huff a laugh, trying to play it off, but your fingers grip your glass tighter. it's surreal. after years of calling him your ideal type. after all the interviews, the edits, the compilations of your flushed face when someone even mentioned his name. and now here he is, in the same room, and he keeps looking at you like he knows.

you take a slow sip, trying to gather courage, but he beats you to it.

"should i be flattered," he says coolly, suddenly at your side, "or a little concerned by how long you've been staring?" his voice is low and smooth and it makes your heart stutter in your chest.

your lips part. "i wasn't-"

"you were," he cuts in, one corner of his mouth quirking up. "but it's fine. i'm used to being watched."

you exhale a breathy laugh. "well. that makes two of us."

he hums. "the difference is, you looked good doing it."

and just like that, the air between you sharpens. he leans closer, gaze flickering to your mouth. "you gonna keep making heart-eyes across from the room, or are you gonna let me buy you a drink?"

"f-fuck, sae-" you moan. his fingers dig into your hips as he shoves you against the cold wall, lips trailing down your neck, teeth grazing, leaving marks. you shiver, melting into his touch, desperate and dripping. his hands rip at the zipper of your stage outfit, peeling it down until the satin slips from your shoulders and pools around your feet.

he grunts low, eyes dark and wild as he cups your bare skin, thumbs brushing over your ribs. "been wanting this, he kisses your neck, "you've been on my mind, every damn day."

your fingers clutch his shirt, pulling him closer. "sae.. please- don't stop-"

his hand slides between your legs, finding your slick heat already aching for him. he presses two fingers deep, slow and teasing, making your breath hitch and your body arch toward him.

"shit, you're so wet," he breathes. "made me wait too long."

before you can say anything else, he's pressing the head of his cock at your entrance, dragging in a slow, torturous circle that makes your knees tremble.

"fuck," he curses, pushing inside you all at once, filling you so completely it takes your breath away. his hips slam forward, each thrust hitting deep and raw, as if he's trying to bury years of longing inside you.

you cry out, voice breaking and fingers digging into his back. "mmpf- sae- harder, please please please!"

he pounds into you relentlessly, skin slapping against skin, sweat mixing, your bodies slick and hot and tangled.

"i'm gonna break you," he pants, voice thick with need. "so fucking good, baby- so tight for me- mmm- did you wait all those years hoping for this day, amor?"

"y-yes sae, oh God-" your walls clamp down around him, breath ragged as you ride the edge, mind spinning and body trembling. "don't stop.. need you so bad," you sob.

he buries his face in your neck, groaning loud and deep as his pace quickens, his cock pulsing inside you. "gonna fill you up, baby. gonna make you mine, yeah?"

it's fierce and endless when he finally cums, hot ropes spilling deep inside you. your own orgasm crashes over you moments later, shattering every nerve into pure fire. you're both breathless, your fingers tangled in his hair, his hands gripping your hips.

the world is a blur outside this room.

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rin itoshi x fem!reader ✧ cw: hate sex, rough unprotected sex

you're not sure who slams the door harder - you or him. doesn't matter. the second it clicks shut behind you, his mouth is already on yours, all teeth and no patience. it's not a kiss, rather a grudge made physical. or punishment? payback?

he pulls away just to snap, "you're fucking infuriating."

you laugh, breathless. "then stop showing up."

"you said you needed help."

"i needed notes. not you."

his hands are already under your shirt. "shut up."

you don't. "or what? you'll ignore me in class again? tch, big threat."

but then he drags you forward by your waist, spins you and slams you face-first against the wall. "say that again," he mutters, voice low in your ear, one hand pinning your wrists above your head. your breath hitches. "thought so," he says.

you hate the way your body reacts to him. the heat in your core, the ache between your thighs, the way your legs nearly buckle when he kicks you apart. he undoes his belt with one hand. the sound alone makes your pulse spike.

"tell me to stop." you don't. because you don't want him to.

the belt slips from his jeans with a metallic clink, falling to the floor. he's fast, tugging your shorts down with zero ceremony, like he's been waiting for this all damn semester. like every time you bickered in class, every time he rolled his eyes at you across the lecture hall, he was imagining this. he shoves your panties aside and hisses through his teeth.

"fuck, y/n. so wet for me already?"

you glare over your shoulder, breath shaky. "like you're any better." he clicks his tongue, annoyed or turned on or both? you don't get to find out before his hand grips your jaw, forcing you to face forward, cheek brushing the cold wall.

"you're lucky i don't make you beg."

"i wouldn't," you shoot back, voice trembling.

"you would," he says, right into your ear, low and smug. "you will."

he doesn't waste another second. the first thrust is brutal. without warning, just a rough stretch that makes you jolt against the wall with a sharp gasp. one of his hands fist your hair, keeping your head turned as he watches your face contort in shock and pleasure, breathing heavy through his nose. "still got something to say?" he bites.

but all you manage is a breathless, broken sound. your fingers scrape at the wall like you're trying to hold yourself up. he doesn't let up. his pace is punishing, hips sharp and rhythm rough, pushing you forward with every thrust like he's trying to fuck the fight out of you. his grip on your waist is bruising, pulling you back against him like he owns you. like you're something he's earned after every snapped insult and hallway glare.

you hate how good it feels. how full you are. how deep he hits. how your legs tremble each time he slams back in and your vision whites out at the edges.

"fuck," he grits out, panting. "you feel so- mmh- you feel like you were made for this."

"shut up," you rasp.

"can't." his teeth graze the shell of your ear. "not when you're taking me like this. not when you sound so fucking pretty because my cock's inside of you."

you don't realize you're moaning until he presses his palm over your mouth, muffling the desperate, broken noises spilling out of you with each thrust. his other hand snakes down to your core, fingers quick and merciless against your clit.

"yeah? you like that?" he mutters. "messy little thing- you act like you hate me but your body's fucking honest." you clench around him so hard he swears under his breath, loud and shaking.

"don't- don't stop-" you gasp against his hand, lips dragging over his knuckles. "i won't." his voice drops. "not until you cum for me. not until you're dripping with it."

your thighs are shaking. your whole body is strung tight- raw, overstimulated and on the verge of breaking. "you're close," he says.

"rin-" you whisper, wrecked.

"say it again."

you hesitate. but his hand doesn't slow and his thrusts only get harsher.

"rin." this time it's a cry, hoarse and real. and when you come, it hits so hard you almost collapse, body spasming, legs buckling, stars bursting behind your eyes as everything disappears except the relentless heat of him buried inside you. he fucks you through it, still chasing his own release, moaning now, voice cracked and breath catching as he jerks against you.

then he stills and his whole body goes rigid as he curses under his breath and spills into you, warm and raw. silence follows, just heavy breathing. the creak of the wall as you both struggle to stay upright.

rin's hand slides from your mouth. he leans his forehead against the back of your neck, chest heaving. "you're still annoying," you mutter. he breathes a laugh.

"am i?"

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tutor!rin itoshi x fem!reader ✧ swearing, rough unprotected sex, rin lowk toxic

you suck at econ. bad. and apparently, rin itoshi is the only student in your year with high enough marks and a flexible enough schedule to agree to tutor you.

unfortunately, he hates your guts. "try again," rin says, voice flat, tapping the desk with his pen as you squint at the problem set in front of you. "you're not even reading the question right."

"i am," you huff, chewing your pen cap. "it just doesn't make sense."

"because you're thinking with your ego instead of your brain."

you glare at him. "you're kind of an asshole, you know that?"

he doesn't even look at you. "and you're kind of stupid."

your breath catches. you should slap him. kick him out. cancel the tutor lessons. but instead, your thighs press together under the desk. rin notices, of course he does. his eyes drop for a second and that subtle shift in his posture, the way his jaw ticks, you recognize it now. he's trying not to react.

so you smirk, and lean forward just a little too far, breasts pressing against the edge of the table. "maybe if you weren't so mean, i'd be better at this." he looks up slowly, his gaze dragging over your face, then your chest, then your lips. his voice lowers.

"is this what this is`" he murmurs. "you trying to flirt your way through this?"

you blink. "what if i am?"

he drops the pen. the tension snaps like a wire. in one second, rin's out of his chair and shoving everything off the desk with one sweep of his arm. your notes, calculator, laptop, all gone. the next second, he's grabbing your jaw and dragging you into a kiss so rough it knows the breath from your lungs.

"you don't know what you're doing," he says, already hiking up your skirt, yanking your cute panties down. don't fuck with me."

you moan as his fingers slide between your legs, spreading your slick folds, two of them plunging in deep without warning. "fuck- rin-"

"you've been teasing me for week," he mutters, thrusting them hard as he licks into your neck. "the skirts, the fucking lip gloss. sucking pens like you imagine it's my cock."

you try to speak, but all that comes out is a whimper. "and now you're gonna sit on this desk and take it like a good little dumb slut, since that's all you're actually good at."

he pulls his sweats down just enough to free his cock, long, flushed and leaking, and without warning, he presses the tip against your entrance and shoves in all at once. your cry is sharp, needy, head thrown back as your walls clamp down around him.

"fuuuck," rin groans. "tight little cunt. knew it'd be like this." he sets a brutal pace from the start, slamming into you over and over and over, the desk creaking under both of you. one hand grips your throat, not choking, just holding you there. the other wraps around your thigh, yanking you closer.

you're a mess. moaning, clawing at his shoulders, your body jerking with every thrust. "wanted me to fuck you dumb?" he hisses. "that's it? couldn't solve a single fucking problem, but now look at you-"

"i'm trying- fuck- mmh-!"

"you're not, you're just a fucking distraction," he whispers into your ear. "all you ever do is make me think of how good you'd look on your knees-"

"you think 'bout me?"

his grip on your thigh tightens. "all the fucking time."

you sob as he thrusts in deeper, angling just right to hit the spot that makes your eyes roll back. "can't jerk off without thinking of your voice," he mutters. "came to your fucking pic on your instagram once. hated myself for it."

your cunt squeezes around him. "rin- please- i'm close-"

he moans like it hurts. "go on. want this pussy leaking all over my cock."

you fall apart on his dick, clenching around him as you cry out, tears streaking your cheeks as he fucks you through it. your orgasm crashes over you like a wave and rin never stops. "gonna fill you up," he moans. "fuck a baby into you if i have to. mark you from the inside out."

"yes- mmf- please. i wan' it!"

he slams in one last time and holds there, hips grinding against you as he spills inside. his jaw slackens, a moan spilling from his lips as his cum floods your cunt, warmth pooling deep inside. you're both breathing hard, soaked in sweat, his cock still twitching inside of you.

"second round if i answer all the questions right?" you whisper.

he huffs, biting your shoulder. "shut up."

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riding sae itoshi ✧ cw: swearing, unprotected sex

sae's always in control. whether it's on the pitch, in interviews or in bed - he's composed and precise like he knows how to unravel you with the bare minimum effort. but tonight? he's beneath you. and for once, he's the one gasping.

your thighs bracket his hips, knees pressed into the sheets, hands on his chest. sae's skin is warm under your palms, muscles flexing when you roll your hips and sink down on him again. his head falls back into the pillow.

"shit," he breathes, jaw clenched. you smile soft and satisfied, as you rise and drop back down, your movements measured just like he usually is. but his eyes are anything but calm now, blown wide with hunger as he watches you take all of him.

"s'the matter, baby?" you tease, breathless. "not used to me being on top?" his hands slide up your thighs, rough with restraint.

"i'm used to you being a mess," he mutters. "this is new."

"like it?"

his fingers dig into your skin, not hard enough to stop you but enough to feel you. "mhm," he nods, exhaling. "too much."

you grin, leaning down so your chest brushes his, arms sliding around his neck. and then you roll your hips again, slower this time, dragging him so deep it pulls a curse from his throat. he bucks up instinctively, but you plant a hand on his sternum and push him back down, lips brushing his ear.

"don't move, baby."

sae groans like the surrender alone is painful. but he obeys. his hands drop to your hips, gripping, grounding himself as you start riding him properly. you set the rhythm. every movement so deliberate, fluid and full, until every thrust brushes that spot inside you that makes your mouth fall open, makes his name slip out in a whisper you barely recognize as your own.

he watches you like he's a starved man. like every bounce of your hips, every soft moan and every little tremble in your thighs is something he needs burned into memory.

"fuck, you're beautiful," he mutters suddenly, thumb dragging across your hipbone. "always are.."

you don't can't answer, not when the pressure is coiling so fast, so tight in your belly. your nails dig into his chest as your movements grow desperate. they're faster, sloppier but chasing the edge. sae sits up without warning, arms wrapping around your back as he drives into you from below. he kisses you and whispers against your lips, "cum for me. let go, baby."

and you do. your whole body shudders, hips faltering as your climax crashes through you like a wave. sae groans as you tighten around him, grinding down helplessly while you ride the aftershocks. it only takes a few more thrusts for him to finish too, spilling inside you with a sharp gasp against your collarbone. his hands stay firm on your hips, keeping you close, like he needs to feel every second of it.

you stay like that for a long moment. skin against skin. chest to chest. his arms loose around your waist now, heartbeat slowing beneath your ear. then he murmurs, lips brushing your shoulder: "round two?"

you hum lazily, smiling into his skin. "mhm."

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⭑⠀in a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i grieve nothing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i take everything.

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