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one-hundred-lights-to-goodnight · 3 months

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Pt.1

You're the new student at school and have the power to see desire. Kusuo has caught on based on your thoughts and the way you pick your way through the schoolkids to surround yourself only with people who's desires you align with. Naturally that means none of the guys - they're all too creepy.

But you see through a hidden desire of Saiki's that he himself hasn't noticed, being busy saving the world and avoiding annoying people. You're both 18, it's only natural.

You seek him out in private at the library, passing him a note telling him you're psychic. Since you haven't been causing trouble like any of his other classmates, he decides you might as well know of his abilities so that both of your powers don't interfere. You have a pretty decent idea of his ability already, having seen a flash of his desire mixed into his life. What you do know for sure is he doesn't really want romance the way it’s pedaled to everyone, no simpering love story like that of his parents. Good, neither do you.

Your next note to him is just that - telling him to notice that his body desires something too, that you're quite like him in that regard, that you don't want anything outside of what you're proposing - just to fuck. This piques his interest. You're not sleazy like the guys, or blushy and giggly like the girls. You're just you, and you know what you want.

You tell him to teleport the two of you to his place. His room is surprisingly clean, and quiet. He tells you about the germanium ring, thinking ... something he can't articulate. You tell him to put it on and to do something to stop time for the rest of the world. He does both, and not being able to see into your head makes his heart race. He can't predict you any longer. You think it'd be something to pull out whimpers from his chest.

You push him onto the bed and leave him there to go use the bathroom. You come back with no underwear. He's still there, not knowing what to do with himself. You walk up to him and straddle him. You unbutton the first few buttons of your school shirt and begin to grind on him, leaving a trail of wetness right against the crotch of his pants. He could look into your head again whenever he wished, but the nervousness and uncertainty create an added dimension to the pleasure he is feeling already, the tingles everywhere.

You unzip him and pull him out from his pants, licking your lips. Then you sit down onto his cock in one go. His whole body seizes up, every sensation down there pleasurable and unexpected. The way you squeeze him, the way your wetness feels against him, the way at each different angle, as you begin to move, there are new jolts of electricity in his abdomen each time. He cums and stays hard. You run your fingers along his chest, his nipples. He cums again and again, grunting, groaning, whimpering, nearly crying. He hasn't breathed this heavily even when saving the world. A new seed of desire has begun to take root in him, you see immediately. It's for your body - to feel good with it, and to make it feel good.

He can't just talk to you in your head directly - you haven't discussed him taking off his ring yet. He has to verbalise what he wants. So he asks if he can touch your chest. You hum in response. The thing is, he touches with his tongue, suckling and kneading at the same time. You tip up his chin and kiss his lips. His eyes widen, but before he says anything, you tell him it's your turn and take his cock out of you, lying down beside him.

He finally asks to take off his ring. He wants to look into your head and see all your desires. It's only right he return the favour for you. You tell him silently about every dirty thing you want from him. For him to eat you like a man starved. For him to fuck you and cum in you in front of people while making them believe he's invisible, making you struggle to keep your cool as you're filled with cum that slides down your plush thighs. For him to mold his cock while he's inside to stretch you out beyond your limits. You want him to pin you down and rip out one powerful orgasm out of you after the other. And manipulate his body in any number of ways to fill you up in as many of your holes as possible at once. You want for him to put things in you that only he can control, wherever he is, and you want him to shapeshift into other people, animals, extraterrestrial forms. What you really want is for the two of you to experience pleasure in ways others never can. His brother's often told him he's been a monster to begin with. All you want is that monster to rail you.

Saiki is still for a moment as he processes all this. He never really understood what the point of being born was, or what the point of saving the world was, if he'd never get thanks for it, even from his own family. All that hiding, all that effort and for what, just a quiet life? But he's beginning to get it now. It's worth it if he can be himself with you, and make his body feel good in ways nothing and no one else can. There's a reason he can turn back and stop time. There's a reason his brain works the way it does. It's so he can make time to figure out ways to ruin the both of you. You're turning him into an addict, he tells you. You tell him it's not your problem. He _really_ likes that. His leaking tip does too.

He'll make sure you don't get pregnant, he says. But he is going to fuck a baby into you. You quite like that yourself.

It's hours before the two of you decide to call it a night, although of course the world’s been standing still all the while. Saiki is draped across his couch, his balls having never been drained like this in his entire life. You bite the skin above his pelvis and he lets you. Then you get up and begin to dress. His eyes flutter to yours and his stomach flutters. Your pussy is sore, thoroughly fucked, full of cum, and buzzing in satisfaction. You tell him the two of you should get back to school. He sees what you're thinking - you want the two of you to attend the rest of the day like nothing’s happened, even if the two of you have to limp through the day. You see he wants quiet though. You tell him the two of you could pretend to date - that would keep creeps away from you and pesky girls away from him. He agrees, and reaches up to your ass, kneading and spreading it. Then he pushes in a silicone vibrator he's fashioned for you himself, and it fits just right.

The next second, the two of you are back at a table in the library, and your ass is being pounded. He thinks of letting you enjoy yourself like this for a while, but seeing the drool dribble down your lips, he gets up and walks away to an empty storage closet, silently instructing you to walk over there too. Luckily the route is empty, or you'd have been seen shaking, leaking, as you teeter over to the room. You clutch onto the first table you find there, realising you don't much care about school anymore, only about getting fucked for as long as possible.

Saiki reads your fantasy again and shapeshifts into the form of one of the teachers, Hatakeyama. You realise at once what is happening and leak so much cum he can taste it. His cock is fat, so much so that despite your hours getting fucked earlier you still have trouble letting him enter. But sensei tells you to be a good girl and open up, forcing your sore pussy open. You're nearly senseless for another thirty minutes as the much older professor takes his pleasure from you, while the vibrator hammers away in your asshole (Saiki's sent the actual Hatakeyama to sleep in the teacher's bathroom and transferred some of the pleasure he feels to him, thinking it's only fair. Hatakeyama will wake up thinking he's had the wet dream of his life). Saiki knows he's enjoying himself way too much. He'll turn back time to keep the two of you in school forever, he thinks. Your bodies are in their prime right now, after all.

The two of you keep a low profile so you're not really missed when you're finally back in class, but Saiki makes it so no one really notices your dazed eyes or wobbling legs when you're in your seat, leaving large smears of cum across the chair. When a classmate asks you what plans you have for the weekend, you look over at Saiki and tell her the two of you have a date planned, or three. You can't believe you've struck gold.

Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 | Pt.8

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sugahbunnies · 8 months

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BUCKET LIST ☆ 14

Saiki slightly wishes he left the fight between you two dragged out a little bit as he watches you point at the build your own buddy store. The excitement is basically radiating off your body as you jump and down, reaching for Saiki’s hand but he pulls away the second your hand wraps around his pinky.

“Just because we made up doesn’t mean we get to hold hands like a couple” Saiki says, his tone drilling into your brain. You frown, tugging at his sleeve and pulling towards the other side of the mall.

“You promise we’d do anything I want to make up for what you did, let’s do something that symbolizes our friendship” You smile, your tired eyes crinkling at the corners. Saiki looks away as you smile, not wanting to show that he notices your dark eye circles. Did you really lose that much sleep over the fight? He honestly feels bad, and this is his way to apologize.

To bringing you to this childish store and let’s say he’s not a big fan.. maybe.

“Friendship” He repeats, and you nod.

“Yes?” You raise an eyebrow and Saiki slightly scoffs.

“Alright” He replies, gesturing towards the store.

“Go ahead”.

You squint at him, suspicious that he might walk off and hide from you.

“I won’t leave, if that is what you are thinking” He explains, making a fist and hitting the top of your head softly.

“Okay, cool!” You exclaim, attempting to grab his hand away and yes, he avoids it completely. As you both walk into the store, Saiki can’t help seeing the burn marks on your knuckles. You’re scanning the available toys with excitement and all Saiki can think about how is..

Why did you go out of your way to make him dinner?

He feels pretty bad, two days ago you had called him. Asking him if he wants to come over, and sadly he couldn’t he had .. some business to do. That business having to do going to this coffee jelly sale that he couldn’t turn away. Even if he wanted to. You sighed loudly into the phone as he said no, you had prepared this dinner for hours because you suck at cooking. Plus, burning yourself with boiling water wasn’t exactly ideal, and having to eat this whole dinner by yourself was just upright depressing. You wanted to have this dinner as a way to apologize to him, but he did tell you that you guys can reschedule.

Saiki shakes his head, picking up the ridiculously mini clothes meant for the stuffed toys. He turns to you and realizes you are right up to his face. He leans back a bit, as you lift a yellow dog with a brown hat.

“How cute is this? Give me your brutal opinion” You say, swaying the dog side to side. Saiki reaches out and pulls on the hat, when it doesn’t come off he pulls harder.

You smack his hand lightly, going “Bad Saiki!”. He blankly looks at you, reaching for a brown cardigan and grabbing the plush from your hands.

“Go for a brown palette, eccentric clothing hurt my eyes” He comments, putting the cardigan on the dog.

You stifle a laugh, tugging at Saiki’s sleeve.

“What is it now? Saiki asks, and you press your lips together in an attempt to not make fun of him.

“You’re wearing a neon green and bright blue vest, I wouldn’t say eccentric clothing hurts you in any way” You cross your arms with a grin, which Saiki doesn’t return.

Although, he really does. It’s really hard not to smile about you in general, and he finds it odd when he feels fuzzy when you do something endearing.

“I like the white dog with black ears” Saiki comments, trying not to admit he will like a toy of his own.

He holds your golden dog in his hands as you gently grab the one he pointed out.

“Let’s give him a silly hat” You suggest, and once again, Saiki gets that fuzzy feeling in his chest.

“I guess” He blurts out in such a plain voice, he wishes he said it in a more nicer way. Although, it doesn’t seem to bother you in any shape or form.

“I like the way you talk”.

Okay, that definitely made Saiki feel something. he is not used to compliments and this one hit hard. He always thought he talked too bluntly and his tone was always off.

“What about it” Is the only words that he can choke out, and he avoids eye contact as you place odd yet unique looking clothes on his choice of toy.

“You get straight to the point, you don’t sugarcoat” You start counting on your fingers and Saiki shakes his head.

“Let’s not get into it” Saiki interrupts once you’re about to say the third reason.

“Let’s pay and go” He suggests, still avoiding eye contact and walking past you. You nod, following him like a lost puppy.

Once you both get out of the store, Saiki decides to invite you over to his place. You gladly accept and you suggest a splurge of food again. Saiki sighs, knowing you both are about to have sugar high once again.

Yet he agrees.

Saiki doesn’t particularly like this gas station since he knows your classmates come here often and he doesn’t want to run into them. Especially with you.

You never admitted it but you are quite popular within the third years, obviously because you’re a transfer student and that you are so lively.

Saiki also never admits it but he likes that you are lively, it’s just your socialness can be a bit draining at times. So once you both enter the gas station, he scans the entire store to search for anyone he knows. You slip out of Saiki’s sight to get a tub of ice cream, while Saiki is having a crisis in choosing what chips he should get.

“Fuck it, I’ll get all of Y/n’s favorites” He reaches for three bags and pauses.’

Did he just curse? He never does so, and it’s out of character for him to do so. Maybe your intense cursing that only his ears hear is rubbing off on him. He cocks his head to the side quickly and grabs about four bags of sour candy. He stands there in the aisle and begins to think, “What if it isn’t good for your condition to eat all this?”. He starts getting deep in thought, a shriek breaking his train of thought and he shoots his head up.

“Y/n?” He says outloud, turning the corner and seeing you with a tub of ice cream and two liters of soda. Saiki’s eyes linger to the person you are facing and see..

Ugh, Toritsuka.

“Toritsuka! I didn’t expect to see you here” You exclaim, your eyes lighting up and Saiki feels a bang to his chest.

“Me neither, I expected to see you on our date next week” Toritsuka says, patting your head and ruffling your hair.

Saiki senses his body tense up and freeze. There’s no way he heard Toritsuka right, a date? With Y/n?

He feels his heart drop to his stomach and looks at you for an answer, but all you do is nod. He hears the conversation going on and it’s obvious the purple haired scumbag is flirting. Saiki rolls his eyes in annoyance, though he is not sure why.

Maybe he feels slightly off because you’re his best friend? Wait, best friend is too much of an intense label, Saiki thinks.

Friend, he corrects himself in his head. He impatiently waits on your side, stealing glances at you. He doesn’t like how your face seems to be radiating happiness, and your smile is so big he can see ninety percent of your teeth.

“Well, I’ll see you later cutie, uhm Saiki” Toritsuka awkwardly waves at Saiki before tapping your cheek twice. Once he leaves, you turn to Saiki who is absolutely deadpan in the face.

“What’s wrong?” You question, obviously oblivious to Saiki’s feelings. “Nothing, let’s get to my house, alright?” He walks past you and his shoulder bumps into yours. You frown, oh how much you hate when he does that!

When you arrive at his house, you feel he is a bit off. Like.. his whole vibe is off and he seems more stoic than usual.

Ten minutes into splurging once again, you chug down a cup of soda and burp loudly. This would typically make Saiki smile maybe a little bit, but now nothing.

“Hey what’s wro-”

“You're actually going on a date with Toritsuka?” Saiki asks, it’s crystal clear he’s ticked off but you are not sure why?

“Yes!” You answer, wanting to push Saiki off the edge to see if he blows up on you.

He doesn’t.

“Well, good luck with that” Saiki sucks his teeth and chews on a rainbow strip, his eyes on his cup of soda.

“Aren’t you happy?” You question, and Saiki shrugs.

“You have awful taste in men” Saiki points out, a smug smile threatening to break out on his face but he succeeds to hold it in.

You scowl, grabbing a handful of lime lays and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Atleast I have a love life” You comment, waiting for Saiki to reply as he chews up more sour candy.

“Not interested”.

“Whatever you say Kusuo Saiki”.

Saiki feels a tingly sensation in his stomach as you say his name, and he slightly punches his stomach. You don’t notice as you are too invested in your brownie fudge ice cream. Saiki grimaces at the chocolate piling up at the corners of your mouth. You never learned how to properly eat, did you?

“You’ll be the first to know what happens after that date, okay? You are my best friend after all” You say with an upbeat tone and honestly? That hurts Saiki a bit more.

Saiki simply nods, not knowing why he is so upset at that label, it is true you both are friends.

He leans back into his chair and thinks to himself, “Always a best friend to you huh”.

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