BECAUSE IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT

˖ ࣪ ꒷ BECAUSE IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT ꒦

𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 featuring — sae itoshi. michael kaiser. ryusei shidou.

synopsis : your vampire bf's love how you taste. wc: 1.2k ⟣ ﹒cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. vampire au. blood drinking. masochism. nipple play. petnames. possessiveness. fingering. hair pulling. dry humping. dacryphilia. ꒷꒦

sae is a serious man, one shrouded in arrogance and partial mystery. to lose his composure is unheard of. as to why you, nothing more than a human, someone that should be nothing more than for him to feed on, can so easily pierce his hard exterior, he can't comprehend it. maybe that scares him a little but if anything, it intrigues him. he's grown some sort of attachment to you. infatuation? true love? he can't wrap his head around it. but he knows he needs to satisfy his obsession.

his fingers roamed your body, the cold touch sending shivers up your spine as he gropes at every crevice of your skin. you swallow hard when he stops at the side of your neck, his thumb tracing the spot where he'd probably bite you. "you want this, yes?" he quires as if sensing your nervousness. your stomach is twisting in a fury of different emotions but your head bobs up and down as you give him a few nods. his chest vibrates with a hum, "good girl." the hand on your neck moves to cradle your head whilst the other one resides on the small of your back, holding you so delicately as if he was afraid of breaking you, his 'treasure'.

a gasp escapes your lips, your eyes squeezing shut as he sinks his teeth into you. he nearly groans, finally tasting you as the crimson liquid dances across his taste buds, but he fights it, trying to hang on to the bits of the façade he puts on. he's losing himself in you.

the hand on your lower back wanders past your flimsy top, gliding up to your chest where your hardened nipples are prodding against the fabric. the pad of his thumb ghosts between the valley of your breasts, "sae.." you whimper, arching your back into him in a silent plea for him to give you more. he was toying with you, caressing your stomach and the base of your neck, never touching you where you really needed him. he pulls away from where his head is buried in your shoulder with a slick noise, his eyes piercing into you with warning. "patience, my love. you know i'll always give you what you want."

his movements are agonizingly slow, nearly taunting as he circles your areola, he's spending his time breaking you apart. he lives for the way you whine his name and the way you jolt as he inches closer to your sensitive nipples. he can't get enough of this, sae thinks as he watches you squeal when he finally pinches your bud in between his fingers.

kaiser's never been one to may mind to others around him as they are just supporting roles to him and his big lead. but he thinks he's never set his eyes on anything as enchanting as you. a human, he knows, but there's something about you that lures him in, something that makes you different. especially now with the moonlight that escapes the curtains, drowning your body in the luminescence, perfectly illuminating every feature that intoxicates him.

he wants you all to himself.

your scent, your taste, your very being overwhelms his every sense as he's nestled into your neck, stripping your body of it's ruby essence. you've ruined him now, you taste better than anything he's had before. he has you perched up on his lap, hands digging in to your waist as he helps you grind your cunt against his lap, ripping whines and soft moans from you. "michael.." you whimper, mind fuzzy from the mixture of pain and pleasure flowing through your body. your fingers find leverage in his multi colored hair, tugging at his roots and greedily bucking your hips in to him to relieve the throbbing sensation between your legs.

he detaches from your neck, smirking at the marks imprinted into your skin. "mine, tell me you're mine, my dear." he rasps, dragging his tongue over the bite marks that were still seeping with blood. "m all yours, micha. only want you." he wishes he could hear it over and over, playing on a broken record with you just saying you're his. he can't fight back the smug grin that tugs at the corners of his lips as he pulls you in for a heated kiss. it's messy, all tongue and teeth clashing against one another.

he unlocks your lips from one another, albeit begrudgingly, cupping your cheek in his palm, "i'm the only one who gets to touch you like this." he speaks, his tone oozing with such possessiveness. he subconsciously ruts his hips in to you harder, the very thought of you belonging to him excites him. "all mine. don't ever forget that." your love is odd. an undead creature spilling his devotion to you, who would've thought? a 'monster' to any other but a lover to you.

shidou thinks you couldn't be any cuter right now. chest heaving with uneven and rushed breaths, face screwed up in pleasure, your needy pussy sucking his fingers in so desperately. he just wanted to fucking ruin you.

he's corrupted you, just one flash of his predatory like gaze and your head was instinctively lolling to the side, exposing the expanse of your neck to the undead beast looming over you. "atta girl." he chuckles darkly, his fangs bearing as a crooked grin draws onto his face. your breath hitches, eyes welling up with tears as shidou's teeth pierce through the layer of your skin until that familiar metallic taste lands on his tongue. he's messily feeding on you, blood escaping the corners of his lips and trickling down his chin. it's near animalistic.

it's addicting. the way the sharp sting flows with the feeling of his fingers fucking in and out of your sopping hole. you don't even care anymore, doing nothing to conceal your broken moans as you shamelessly beg him for more. shidou pulls away from you with a deep laugh, "such a needy thing." he coos, curling his digits up in to that spongy spot in your walls that has your hips twitching and nails clawing at his wrist. "you like that, hm? love when i fuck you on my fingers, angel?" you only whine at his words, unable to form coherent thoughts in your fucked out brain.

"close! m close, ryu!" every word that tumbles out of your lips is sloshed together, almost ineligible and cut off with cries of his name. your mind is spinning, not noticing that the tears that formed in your lash line has helplessly spilled over until shidou leans over and licks a long stripe over the salty liquid staining your cheeks. "so pretty when you cry. go ahead, angel, cum for me. make a mess all over my fucking fingers."

"fuck ryu, cumming! m cumming!" you squeal, walls clamping down on his fingers where he was brutally pounding into your g-spot. your head falls back onto the plush of the pillows beneath you, your orgasm washing over you with a final cry of his name.

your eyes refocus in your drunken haze, locking on shidou as he sucks the arousal that cascaded down his wrist, your face heating up at the guttural moan that rips through his chest. "so sweet. don't get tired now, still wanna taste more of ya."

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|˚ ༘✶ ꮲꭼꮐꮐꮖɴꮐ!! || ꮁ̵ꭲ. Ᏼꮮꮮꮶ ꮇꭼɴ!! ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

ft. Sae Itoshi, Ikki Niko, Shuto Sendou, Hyoma Chigiri & Meguru Bachira

content : all characters are aged up!!, established relationships, pegging, sub + bottom!character & dom + top!reader, warnings listed under the characters.

→ sloppy scenarios

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ mdni!!

#SAE ITOSHI

brat taming + degradation + humiliation + hair pulling + spit kink + spanking + doggy style

The way the high praised and most treasured midfielder, Sae Itoshi, turns out to be just a whiny and drooling mess beneath his girlfriend is something no one ever would believe.

With his ass up and face down, Sae takes your strap so easily. Wet tears mixed with drool stain his face as you rut the silicon toy deep inside him. „mhm..no more! ‘hurts when yer so rough with me. Stop it if you can’t to it right.“ the itoshi would state. Your grasp, that’s tight around his hips only hardening to collide both of your hips even more rough to make your boyfriend scream. „told you what slutty boys get when they’re being bratty. Now shut up and take it, you asked for it, boyslut.“, and Sae could only groan out loudly from those words.

Even when you fuck him like the white he actually is, the midfielder spits snarky remarks at you. „do it better.. no! Fuck you, I don’t let you bos-“, His dick twitches even harder as you deliver a harsh spank to his ass cheek that makes him jolt forward. The red haired soaks the pillow with his drool while he gets fucked by you—slurring out words like „oh fuck- fuck don’t stop. need it so much harder. Fuck me dumb on your cock.“ left his mouth after he just babbled about it being a bad fuck. His back arches hard under you hand, hard enough to build the perfect curve to hold onto as you fucked in even deeper to ruin him fully beneath you. Calling him names and slapping him around like a doll.

A hard tug on his hair signaled him to look in your direction. Pushing the strap in until you fully bottomed out, you grab his jaw and hook your thumb in his face. Forcing him to open up, Sae waits for you to spit on his tongue and keep it out until you say it’s okay to swallow. The kick of humiliation gives your boyfriend just the right feeling of pleasure.

#IKKI NIKO

first time + gentle sex + mention of prep + kissing + implied after care + greedy Niko + missionary

Soft little pants of „ahh“ and „mhmm“ left Ikki Niko‘s mouth as you very slowly and softly bottomed out inside him. It’s the first time a toy this big has entered him, of course you had to be very gentle with the way you prepared and fucked him to get him used to this new sensation.

Very soon your boyfriend pulls you down into the kiss as you rock your hips back and forth in a careful motion. His back was pressed against the soft sheets of your bed and his fluffy hair bounced with each thrust of yours. It’s not until Niko started mewling „feels good,,, but‘s not enough.“ the colorful toy now entering deeper inside him that pulled a gasp out of Ikki when he felt the tip of it brushing his prostate for the very first time. Once soft little pants and whines now turn into needy whimpers and moans that only got louder the more you two got into it.

The striker arches his back off the bed—almost if he wants to take the strap even deeper inside his greedy body all at once. In addition to that, he wraps his legs around your waist to pull you closer. Ikki was quick to pull you in for a chaste kiss to your lips, looking you deep in the eyes to see your own desire to pull an orgasm out of him. The gentle sex makes him open and up a little more to you, more daring with his words and gestures. Especially when you praise him, telling him he’s a good boy and takes you so well. It makes a little rose tone spreading over his cheeks and eats before he lets a high pitched moan out.

Niko‘s body that tossed from side to side along with shaking thighs, show you he’s close to cumming. Gibberish sentences and grinds against the faux cock tell you to fasten up the pace. As soon as you hit his prostate again, Niko spilled all over his tummy and thighs in a matter of seconds. Sticky cum now clinging to his skin as he tightened around the toy you slowly pull out of him.

#SHUTO SENDOU

implied pillow princess + brat taming + handjob + dumbification + drooling + nipple play + reversed cowboy

Lewd sounds of skin slapping and gooey lube squelching fill the room along with Sendou‘s very vocal moans as you fuck him. Usually the u20 ace is a pillow princess, never lifting a single every time you fuck him.

But this time, your salmon haired boyfriend has to work for his pleasure. The muscular back of his leaning against your chest as he takes the silicon dick fully inside him. His favorite toy stretching him out just the way he loves it. Sitting on his haunches, the male bounces up and down on your lap. Heavy breaths and loud whimpers as shuto rides you like he didn’t have a strap inside him in like forever. The athlete proceeds to lean his whole body weight on his arms that support all of his weight on your leg, giving you a little show when he presents you his ass do willingly.

It’s probably just to get his point across, the man wants to tease, getting his point as a pillow prince across. Much to his dismay, the plan backfired. It only lead to you pulling him back against your chest as he grinds on the toy as you fist his cock in your hand. This only confused Sendou, the pleasure was something he loves, but he can’t decide where to fuck against. Should he fuck your fist or should he wiggle his ass against your strap to get off ? At some point the stimulation was too much for him to handle, hot ropes of cum release from his throbbing cock as he paints his own and your thighs in a sticky white substance.

Loud moans still escape your boyfriend‘s fucked out face. Mouth hanging wide open, drool dripping from his tongue and his eyes occasionally rolling in the back of his head as you fuck Sendou on your strap all over again. He’s greedy, so he has to learn that he’s not always getting what he wants from you.

#HYOMA CHIGIRI

pervert + feminization + usage of „boycunt“ + rough sex + spanking + humiliation + dacryphilia + overstimulation + chest groping + sex over the desk

Pap pap pap pap could‘ve been heard by anyone who was inside your and Hyoma Chigiri‘s shared home if you two wouldn’t be alone right now. The cute stockings and panties connected to them down around his knees.

Your boyfriend got himself into this position after all; bend over the table as you thrust inside him like he asked you to—fucking him like the pretty girl he wanted to be so bad for stealing your clothes and make up. The skirt is flipped up to his lower back and his ass cheeks that once were wrapped in panties now decorated with a red hand print. The beautiful magenta haired whining and crying out in pleasure every time you make his hips clash against the edge of the table from the impact of your heavy thrusts. Chigiri still wore the bra he stole from you—a pretty triangle one without cups that fit his chest properly after adjusting it a little. With all his might, he keeps it in place, clearly remembering yours words of „hold your tiny bra in place. Or else I’ll fully ruin your boycunt until you can’t cum no more.“

Of course he took that threat seriously, nothing hurts more than having his ass fucked and dick milked for the nth time a night. The mascara smudging his cheeks he tinted with blush from all the crying of getting ruined on your strap for taking what isn’t his. So you continue rutting into him from behind, grabbing his chest in two palms and giving it several firm squeezes while telling Hyoma what a pretty girl he is being. So fuckable and cute at the same time, a truly pretty doll for you.

Chigiri‘s dick was trapped between the wooden surface and his own abdomen, and by the way it twitches, your boyfriend can tell he’s close to cumming from the constant abuse you give to his prostate so often. Soon spilling the messy load all over the furniture, begging to get fucked in like a pretty girl all over again.

#MEGURU BACHIRA

Slut + shibari + nipple play + sex addict + dirty talk + bondage + overstimulation + deep penetration + cowboy + prone bone

It got annoying to you how the young man still wiggled around in your hold as you fuck him. Even after multiple rounds, Meguru still wanted more and seemed to be untamable.

Not even tying him down and wrapping the rope all over his sensitive places seem to tire his energetic body out. He was shameless. Your boyfriend‘s nipples that rubbed against the rope from his body rocking against your body didn’t helped either. Watery lube trickled down his ass to collect between his thighs as you press his hips down against the bed, leaning your full weight on top of his back to reach even deeper inside Bachira to satisfy his needs to cum until he can’t no more.

The bi hair colored male pulls and squirms against the sheets you fuck him—ropes digging into his skin and torturing his perky nipples to stimulate himself even more. Meanwhile slutty remarks of his like „fuck me harder, need it“ or „ruin my ass“ are spat out by Meguru. Tip of his throbbing dick grinding against the pre cum stained blanket you two share as you rut the strap deep inside of his hole to hit his prostate nicely. If it would be him, Bachira would want you to fuck this toy up into his belly; using all your strength and will to break his well build body under your command and corrupting it to your liking.

It seems like it’s never enough for your slut alike boyfriend—not when he wiggles his ass back against your strap as you kneel and Meguru grinds against the toy for more pleasure. His mouth drools loads of spit and the bed is already soaked in his creamy cum. But ever after 3 rounds, bachira doesn’t seem to be tired at all. Just let him ride you, and if he gets tired, make sure to give him a hard fuck to put him properly to sleep.

mdni, every character is 18+

© ringasm 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

I’m Not What You Need (But I Am)

Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary:  “When you sit there/acting like you know me/acting like you only brought me here to get below me”

You have a concern to bring to Miguel, but when he hears what you really think of him, he doesn’t let you off so easily

Tags/warnings: smut (18+), oneshot, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, kind of missionary idk what to call it, dominant Miguel, brat taming, orgasm denial, dirty talk, choking, sort of strangers to lovers, maybe a little bit of a hatefuck if you squint, reader is a Spider person, def a bit out of character

Wordcount: 3.5k

Find on Ao3 here :3

Seguir leyendo

Can you write sensitive!sub!Hiori where reader rides him and he cries from pleasure >///< I love him sm (it's ok if you don't <3 take care!)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ ok so this is actually my first time writing dom!reader aaaa I hope you enjoy this drabble and have a nice dayyy ;33

Crying Beauty!

FEATURING; sensitive!sub!hiori x dom!fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!! overstim. Sub hiori. Dacryphilia. use of good boy (literally once).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+[proplayer]! // NOT PROOFREAD!

„Too much! It‘s too much I’m-„ Hiori was withering in pleasure, white painting his tear stained orbs as his mouth hung open.

The sight was almost angelic- the way his hair was out of place and the cute sounds you robbed out of him with every movement of your hips. You knew that he was sensitive and you knew that he wasn’t really a talker when it came to him being completely dumb over your cunt around him, but you just couldn’t help but tease him.

„You’re what? Use your big boy words, Yo.“

He wanted to, he really did! But he couldn’t form a single sentence because your needy cunt was milking him so good, his sensitive and throbbing tip hitting that spongey spot inside of you that caused him to mewl and claw his hands on your hips. „Please! I can‘t! S-so good, too good!“

A moan flew past your lips at your lovers state, his breathing rapidly increasing as you felt his sensitive cock twitch inside of you over and over again. „But you already came once, Yo. Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair towards me?“

He quickly shut up, whining while sniffing from his tears, wet lashes clinging to his eyelids as tears of pleasure blurred his vision. „ I’m sorry, so sorry“

You cooed at him, smiling down at his tear filled eyes, leaning forward to place kisses under his eyes, the salty taste of his tears causing you to increase your movements, needily grinding down onto him.

„Oh fuck!“ His loud voice was cut off as you went back to rocking your hips up and down, nails digging into your hips and leaving half moons behind as his legs began to shake. You took this as a sign to speed up your tantalizing movements, caputring his lips in a kiss too swallow his angelic moans.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you, Yo?" Your words made the blue haired nodd frantically, hips subconciously stuttering up into yours that drove soft moans out of you.

Soon you felt the familiar feeling of him inside of you, cry of your name leaving his lips as he pushed his head back heavily into the cushions, mouth hanging wide open as sobs and whimpers escaped his soft lips.

The sight of his tear stained face and the sound of his heavenly whines were enough to make you follow him into the wave of euphoria, biting your lip while some moans escaped your mouth, grinding down onto him as you rode out your orgasm.

As the both of you finally catched your breaths, Hiroi's sniffling soon turned into one loud sob as your hips began to move again.

"C'mon, just one more alright? Be a good boy for me, yeah?"

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

a bit dirty - ch5

in which you hook up with osamu in a club bathroom and that's just the beginning. prev | ch5 | next (coming soon) [masterlist]

// can't be a bad idea ~ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 6538 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter: 18+ minors dni nsfw, more bathroom fucking, somewhat publicish? but when isn't it i guess, meeting friends p2 ~ ah!, names names names pet names a million pet names, some nice fruition, a lot of feelings, soft and fluffy fr, afab she/her pronouns

tori talks: ch6 will not be out next week as (to be honest) it isn't finished yet. i thought i'd have finished it by now, but my life is kinda crazy right now!! and i am very!!! ah! so! it will be coming, i promise. just not next week. thank you for being patient and sweet as always. ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

osamu has ‘trusted’ atsumu with working the night shift and closing the restaurant, and that’s how you know how important this night is to him. plus, atsumu kinda owes you two.

but it’s not just that he’s letting atsumu work the night shift and close the restaurant (or, rather, shove receipts into a paper bag until osamu’s back to deal with it), he made plans and arranged the schedule so that the two of you weren’t working the morning shift the following day either, and he did it all within a week. 

usually osamu liked to plan ahead, organize his weeks months in advance, iron out details and double/triple check, especially when it came to his restaurant, but the second that he dropped you home that night, he was moving around shifts and trading favors for promises. he didn’t want to wait weeks and weeks and months and months to take you out on a proper date. in fact, even waiting until the end of the week was too long, but he’d survive. 

particularly, he’d survive when most of his shifts leading up to your date were ones that he shared with you. some days with just you, some nights with some extra coworkers, and the night before your date spent all alone. it was slow anyways, barely enough dine-in customers all night to count on both hands. 

as time ticked on, as it got later and later into the night, all osamu had were to-go orders and solo lingering customers at the bar. he was ready to close up shop early, to turn the sign to close and call it an early night in preparation of his date tomorrow, but the door chimes and along with it a loud chatter as a group of guys enter from outside. “hey guys, was just about to close up, but i’d be happy to do a to-go for ya,” osamu calls out as he delivers the last bill to the single woman in the middle of the bar. 

“shit,” tsukishima says under his breath, reaching over to smack kuroo in the back of his head, “shoulda fuckin’ left an hour ago, when i said.”

“miya osamu closing early?” you tease, and osamu instantly swivels his head to find where the voice is coming from, “what’s the rush? gotta hot date?” you ask, light as air as you enter the restaurant for the first time as just a customer. 

when osamu sees you, his chill attitude is put on pause, not gone, but not at the forefront, as you walk over to greet him, to pull menus from behind the bar and set them on the corner booth, but you don’t get that far. you’re not on the clock. you’re just here with your friends as the cute girl he’s going on a date with tomorrow, so he reaches his arms out, wraps them around you and pulls you into a tight, but quick hug. it really isn’t long enough. 

“what’re ya doin’ here?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed, smile huge. 

you nod towards the direction of the four guys bickering in the doorway. “friends were hungry, recommended the best place i knew,” you say, lightly nudging your elbow against his side, “plus i knew you were all alone tonight, figured you’d want company as you closed.”

he smiles even bigger at this, goes to nod in affirmation, but you rush on, “but if you’re really closing up early and stuff, it’s not a big deal, we can-”

“go sit down,” he says, chin pointing to the exact booth you were going to put menus on, “whadya want to drink?”

“surprise me,” you say, sly smile kissed away as he leans down and places a small peck against it and you’re ready to call off the entire date tomorrow, because you’re not sure that you need it. this casual kiss, the tight greeting hug, you could just take him back to your place tonight and spend the entire day tomorrow telling him all the reasons why you’ve fallen for him this past year. 

but osamu, ever the romantic, classic, but with an exciting twist, probably wouldn’t let that happen, needs to take you out on a real date, has probably put a lot of thought into where he’s taking you and what he’s going to wear and what you’re going to wear and you don’t want to deprive him of that. 

you kiss him once more because you can, and then you walk, menus in hand, over to the large booth in the corner and motion with your hand for your friends to join you. “is osamu really okay with us staying?” akaashi asks, sliding into the booth next to bokuto. you sit on the other side of bokuto, able to get up and grab things from behind the bar or the kitchen if you need to.

“definitely,” you say, smiling as you start spewing recommendations, food that isn’t really on the menu and items that are better than others because they’re osamu’s favorites and osamu makes his favorite foods with a bit more love than the rest. when osamu makes his way over to your table, everyone knows exactly what they want, rattles off a long order of hidden dishes and kitchen favorites and osamu smiles at you every single time.

“do you need help?” you ask, body already moving to join him in the kitchen.

he clicks his tongue, hand on your shoulder to keep you seated, “i’m okay, i promise.”

“i know you’re okay, but if you need something, i can-,” you start, but are cut off by osamu’s sweetly stern statement. 

“you’re not working, angel, quit,” he says, waving you off as he walks backwards towards the kitchen and you know you’re not going to hear the end of it when he walks through that swinging door. “just be a bit,” he calls as he disappears into the back room. 

you throw a look to your group of friends, narrowing your eyes as their smiles grow. kuroo’s the first one to talk. “well, if i knew that’s all i had to do to make you quiet, i’d’ve started calling you angel a long time ago,” he jeers. 

“seriously, did you see how fast she just gave it up?” tsukishima asks, because, of course, the only time that kuroo and tsukishima get along is when they’re poking fun at you. 

“oh hush,” akaashi says, defending you as he does, “maybe if you guys were as hot as osamu, somebody might listen to you.”

“kaashi’s got a point,” bokuto agrees, nodding along happily, because bokuto will always agree with akaashi.

you put your hand on bokuto’s arm, “he absolutely does, bo.” and the rest of the table is quiet, eerily quiet, and so are you, terrified that someone is going to say something else or embarrass you in some way, but the thing that breaks the silence is kuroo.

“he really is hot though,” he says, nodding, and everyone is in agreement there. 

/\ /\ /\

“seriously, everything was so good,” akaashi praises for the sixth time tonight, head leaning on bokuto’s shoulder because he keeps telling everyone not to let him eat another bite and then he keeps fighting everyone and eating another bite. 

“thanks, i appreciate it,” osamu says for the millionth time tonight, because it’s not just akaashi who is fawning over the food, it’s everyone at the table. 

you’re sitting next to osamu who’s pulled up a chair on the edge of the table and is finishing up his own dinner with you and your friends. his hand is on your knee, just resting while the two of you eat the last bites of food on your plate, just to let you know that he’s there. 

“so where are you bringing yn tomorrow?” bokuto asks, finally calling attention to the two of you dating for the first time tonight.

“oh,” osamu laughs, “kinda a surprise,” he admits, “but i guess i can show ya.” he pulls his phone out of his pocket, types something into it, glares at you when he shows your friends, makes sure that you’re not sneaking a peek. they all look confused at first, but then he types something else out on his phone and shows them again and they all understand now. 

“this is totally not fair,” you say, shaking your head, “spilling the surprise, but i don’t get to know.”

“just be patient, yn, god,” tsukishima teases, residual smile from reading whatever it was on osamu’s phone. “you’ll see tomorrow.”

“you will see tomorrow, doll,” he says, last bite from his bowl gone after he finishes his sentence. “speaking of,” he stands up, “you guys are welcome to stay as long as you want, but i do have to start cleanin’ up and closin’ down.” the open sign was turned to closed about an hour ago, but the six of you were chatting and eating and osamu happily welcomed the company in the final hours of the day.

“ah, yeah, we gotta get goin’, actually,” kuroo says, reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet as he nods towards you, “yn’s got a big date tomorrow, gotta get her home early.”

“it’s funny when i make the joke,” you say, narrowing your eyes, “not you.”

“i thought it was funny,” bokuto admits. 

“i’ll take the bill whenever you’ve got a second,” kuroo calls out, credit card in the air, but osamu waves his hand. 

“don’t worry about it,” osamu calls out from the kitchen, walking back into the dining area as he wipes his hands on his apron. 

“no way,” kuroo says, shaking his head.

“serious,” osamu replies, “on me.”

“that’s really nice of you, but we ate so much food,” akaashi reasons, gesturing to the table of plenty of empty dishes. 

“just happy to meet yn’s friends,” osamu says as your friends meet him by the exit, “nice to share a meal with ya guys, thanks for the company.” 

kuroo sticks his hand out of a handshake and osamu takes it despite how weirdly formal it feels for him. tsukishima offers a wave and a sincere thank you. akaashi pulls him into a half-hug and bokuto nearly tackles him. they all pour gratitude and appreciation, and you’re sure they feel special, but it’s nothing compared to how you’re feeling right now. 

you feel like you could walk across the clouds, light as a feather, happy as a clam. you wrap your arms around osamu’s neck, pull him down into a soft, sweet kiss, and then pull him into a tight hug. he squeezes his arms around your waist, picks you up off the ground as he tightens his grip around you. “i’ll see ya tomorrow, sweetheart,” he says and then presses a kiss into the side of your cheek.

“can’t wait to see this mystery place,” you say, one last small peck on the lips for good measure before pushing the door open and joining your friends outside. you wave at him through the glass, and he waves right back.

“you’ve gotta cool boyfriend, yn,” tsukishima says once the doors close completely and the four of you start walking back to his car.  

“not my boyfriend,” you say, smacking his arm, but you feel giddy, like you’re twirling your hair around your finger and your eyes are made of hearts as your finish, “yet.”

/\ /\ /\

there are quite a few things that you’re feeling while you lean against the arm of your couch, phone in hand, waiting for a text from osamu to tell you that he’s outside of your apartment, and it hits you very suddenly that amidst all of them, amidst the floating and the excitement and the curiosity, you can’t seem to find nervousness anywhere. 

receiving osamu’s be there in 10 text, there are no jolts of anxiety or simmering bouts of apprehension that usually accompany a first date. you’re not worried about saying the wrong things or figuring out halfway through dinner that you’re incompatible or fearing that your date has the wrong idea of your level of interest. 

if labels didn’t exist at all, the way that you and osamu interact would put you way past friends and casual hookups. if the circumstances of meeting for the second time weren’t as they were, tonight would feel less like a first date and more like a date night. 

even the unexpected knock on the door doesn’t scare you. in fact, you’re not sure why you weren’t just expecting it, as if osamu would make you walk from your door to the car all on your own. you’ve been ready for the better half of an hour, shoes on and waiting by the door, not because osamu is late, he’s perfectly and attentively on time, but because you’ve been ecstatic about this all day. you open the door, already grinning before you can even see him, just at the presence of him on the other side. 

when you see him, your beaming grin turns more into a smitten smirk, quieter and more fluttery, and despite the fact that you saw him less than 24 hours ago, you have to restrain yourself from tackling him. he looks good, great, perfect actually, and seeing him look so perfect doesn’t make you feel any less dressed up, just more excited to be here with him and to see where he’s taking you.  

his eyes meet yours and they linger, helplessly and unapologetically, before skimming down your body, lips in a tight smile as he lets go a, “you look really great.” he leans in, palm resting against your jaw as he presses a sickeningly sweet kiss into your smile. you’re not exactly sure how you’re still upright, knees slightly weak as he snakes his arm around your waist, holding you tightly. “ready to go?”

you nod, follow him down the sidewalk to his closely parked car, and he helps you into the passenger seat, his hand moving with your waist to feel you against his palm for as long as he can.

the only turmoil you’re feeling is the fact that you have to behave all night when osamu looks like that and you’re both off the clock and out in a romantic environment and he keeps touching you like that and when the expectations of tonight are the same in both of your heads. 

/\ /\ /\

osamu has a way of making even abandoned oceanside buildings feel romantic. 

it wasn’t exactly the type of place that you were expecting osamu to take you on your first date, but for some reason, you trust him. actually, it isn’t anywhere near the images that you had in your head, but when he parks, turns off the car, a bit of underlying nerves in his demeanor, and turns to you with a look that says i know this is weird, and i don’t really know how to explain it without showing you so just trust me, you throw him one right back that says, of course i trust you. 

though, it’s not adding up in your head either, where you are and how he looks. you stay in your seat until he opens your door because you know osamu enough to wait the extra few seconds. he doesn’t rush to grab something else from the backseat or trunk, doesn’t lead you down the river past the abandoned building to sparkling lights and a set up spot. 

when you step out of the car, you walk with osamu, arm wrapped around his, towards the gravel path and the wooden fence separating the pathway from the cold ocean and rocky shore below. he leans against the rotting wood, hand sliding down your arm to grab yours. you can feel the breath that he takes in his grasp, see it in the rise of his chest from the corner of your eye. 

and then he explains everything perfectly in a single sentence. “this is the restaurant that made me want to open my own.” he could’ve stopped there, sat in silence for the rest of the night, not have taken you anywhere else or done anything else, and you’re positive that your heart would have been full enough for ages. you hum, just a short breath of acknowledgement as you squeeze his hand, side step closer into him.

he continues on, “i used to go here after school with sumu, used to do homework in a booth in the corner, eat lunch and dinner when our parents weren’t around or were working late. it was my first job in the kitchen, brought my first girlfriend here, figured out my life inside those walls.”

“i didn’t even realize that i wanted to open up a restaurant until my senior year of high school, really. thought i’d be doin’ the same thing as sumu for the rest of my life until one day i came here on my own because sumu and i had a really bad fight and the owner made me this onigiri, something that wasn’t on the menu, and she didn’t charge me for it because i was uncharacteristically quiet.”

osamu shifts slightly, clears his throat at the memory. “and she said somethin’ like a good meal can heal the heart a little faster, and i remember that the onigiri was so good that despite the fact that my brother was,” osamu sighs and shakes his head, a tiny smile on his face given how relevant his next words are, “a fucking asshole, i still wanted to save half of it to show him how good it was.”

there are still remnants of a restaurant that you can spot now that you’re looking for them: peeks of booths behind paper-covered windows and a patio with a broken gate and places where tables used to be, faded letters on a sign that was situated long enough to cause the paint around it to dull. you can see him here when you close your eyes, through these different phases in his life, for different reasons, with different people. 

“they closed down a few years ago, went out of business while mine was starting up,” he explains and you rest your head on his shoulder, “reminds me of how lucky i am that mine is still goin’, still kickin’. makes me think of the future too, of relocating or opening a new location.”

“it’s scary to think about losing it, terrifies me every day,” he says, shifting again, standing up off of the wood, his attention still on the abandoned restaurant, “but i think there’s something cool about being so scared to lose something… like when something in your life is so special that have no choice but to worry about what it would be like if it weren’t there.” 

osamu turns to you, looks down into your eyes, and he doesn’t have to say it, you understand completely, but he just has to make sure, “kinda like how i feel about you.” 

you already knew exactly what he meant before he said it, you were absolutely certain of the looming analogy he was making, but when it comes out of his mouth, your entire body feels warm. 

you don’t know what to say, how to match the sentiment of what osamu’s just said to you, which words to choose to follow the foundations of dreams and what was essentially just a confession. really, the only words that feel right feel like they’re coming too soon. 

it’s a weird dynamic that you have here, the notion that this is your first date, but in this moment, you feel like you’ve known osamu for years. and more than that, the two of you have had feelings for each other, feelings that have bubbled and grown and manifested despite the precarious situation between you two, for almost a year now. 

you haven’t been dating him in the months you’ve worked at onigiri miya, but you’ve been learning about him and the people closest to him, you’ve seen him almost every single day, you spend hours with him after close just eating dinner with him and you come in on your days off to bring him a coffee from down the street. you’ve both been too busy navigating unsaid feelings and difficult situations to care about labels and professions, so maybe a first date isn’t too soon.

“we’re not eating here obviously, i just wanted to show ya,” he says, sheepishly rubbing his palm against the back of his neck when you don’t respond for a few seconds too long.

your eyes dart from his soft gray eyes to his lips and back again, not sure where they should land to tell him something like this. your breath is caught in your throat, not because you’re worried, but because you’re so excited. “i love you, samu.”

there’s a soft stun in his eyes that might’ve caused some form of nerves to stir in your stomach if you weren’t so sure about this, if you didn’t trust him so much. his eyes widen just a bit and you swear you can feel his heart skip a beat, or maybe that was yours. the pink tint that takes over the tops of his cheeks is warm when you caress your palm against it. you don’t need to hear it back. you heard it whispered between every single word of his story and screamed in the way that he looked at you just a few moments ago.

when his mind catches up to him, he leans down quickly, finger under your chin to tilt your lips into his. it’s soft and sweet and disgustingly romantic, but not as romantic as the way he pulls you closer as he pulls away from the kiss. “i love you, angel.”

you don’t need to hear it back, but fuck, is it really nice.

/\ /\ /\

now, this? this is exactly what you had in mind when you envisioned the place that osamu would take you for your first date, a restaurant with minimal overhead lighting and flickering candles on each table and no prices on the menu and more choices for wine than there were food. 

when you walk to the table, osamu places a strong hand on your lower back, fingers curling around the fabric of your tight clothes, gripping and kneading into the fat of your hip as he makes polite conversation with the person who guides you to the private room with a chilling bottle of wine on small round table. 

and you’d think that sitting across from osamu, unable to wrap his arm around your waist or throw his arm over your shoulder, would be easier. there is an entire table of distance between the two of you, but that doesn’t stop him. he moves his chair just slightly to the side of the round table, not sitting next to you, just closer, and now he can rest his arm on your knee and the inside of your thigh the entire night.

he doesn’t bring any attention to it either, doesn’t send you mischievous smiles or knowingly glances, he just talks to you as if he’s not driving you absolutely fucking insane right now, pushing his fingers under the hem of your skirt, dragging his nails against your thin tights. he asks you about your day and about what you and your friends did after you left the restaurant last night and about how you met your friends and nothing that’s coming out of his mouth is even remotely about how wet he’s making you right now with his feather soft touches and assuredly harsh grips. 

the place is amazing, gorgeous, and the dinner is delicious, but the company is much better than the two combined and you’re having a really difficult time being patient, because as much as you don’t want this moment to end or this dinner to be over, you really fucking want this dinner to be over. 

you get your thank you and gratitudes out of the way before the bill is even on the table and osamu doesn’t tease you for your assumptions in his refusal to split the check. you wait until he’s placed the cash with the check and closed the front of the little black book to mutter, “samu, i don’t know if i can wait until we get home.”

he knows exactly what you’re talking about the second that it leaves your mouth. he doesn’t play dumb or make you explain yourself, but he does ask, with narrowed eyes and a slightly tilted head, “is this a test?”

“no,” you shake your head, similarly narrowed eyes now, “why would it be a test?”

“you just complained about the fact that we’ve only ever fucked in bathrooms last week,” he explains, and you’re wondering if the drag of his fingers pulling on the thin fabric of your tights is habitual or not because it doesn’t stop even as you’re having this conversation.

“okay, fair, yes, i did do that, but,” you say, head tilting back and forth as you try to think of some form of difference between then and now, “yea i don’t know if i have an excuse. you’ve been teasing me all night and i’ve spent all week thinking about you and i really want you,” you say, low.

“you can’t wait until we drive back to mine?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

realistically, you probably could wait the drive home and maybe if you weren’t so comfortable with fucking in bathrooms, you would’ve easily done it, but if you didn’t have to wait to feel him against your skin and deep inside of you, why would you? you shake your head now, teeth scraping against your bottom lip, eyes soft and impatient. 

he lets out a sigh, shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but these actions aren’t quite matching the loving touch he gives you or the hungry smile he’s wearing as he helps you up. “no use in beating around the bush then, huh?” he asks, nodding towards the restrooms in the back of the restaurant. 

as you’re walking to the bathroom, your brain catches up with you, and you almost laugh at how easy the explanation for why you don’t mind doing this again is, “i think it’s because i know you’re going to take me back to your place for a glass of wine tonight, even after you’ve fucked me, and i’m going to spend the night and then in the morning, we’ll make true to all of the promises that we’ve made about never fucking in a bathroom again.”

osamu presses a kiss into the side of your head as he walks with his arm draped around your shoulders. “well, i don’t know about never,” he jokes, or maybe not jokes.

you don’t have time to protest or to agree because when you make it to the bathroom, you realize a very distinct lack of private bathrooms, of single rooms with lockable doors. you also don’t have time to hesitate or worry about logistics because osamu is tugging you into the women's restroom quickly and with less fear than he maybe should. 

you can barely appreciate how nice it is in here either, only realize how clean and spacious the stalls are because osamu closes the two of you into the nearest one and you can’t stop giggling at how fast he made all of the decisions to end up here.

“what was that?” you ask, eyebrows knit together as you swivel your head in disbelief, “didn’t even have enough time to take in my surroundings or make a single choice.”

osamu tilts his head slightly, pushes you gently up against the non-stall wall, and your jeers and taunts melt away. “didn’t wanna make you wait any longer, bunny, been teasin’ you all night.”

a whimper leaves your lips in place of meaningful words, but that’s perfect for osamu. he smiles down at you, presses his palm into your hip to keep you pinned against the wall as he kisses down your neck and chest, tugging on the thin straps of your top until they fall down your shoulder. 

his lips are everywhere but yours, drastically different than how he usually is, and you understand why very quickly. he pulls your top down, bunches it up around your waist as he quickly captures your nipple into his mouth. you move to let your head fall backwards at the feeling, but there’s nowhere for you to go, no room for your body to squirm in response to his wet tongue circling around your hard bud. 

your other tit is in his hand, kneaded and massaged as his thumb flicks across your nipple, pointer finger migrating to roll it between his two fingers. “fuck,” he says, so quietly, between licks and soft suckles, “can’t believe it’s taken me this long to see your pretty fuckin’ tits, babygirl.”

there are knots and butterflies taking up the space in your stomach and the words can’t come out fast enough, “want you to fuck them, samu.” you’re much louder than he is, so loud that he throws you a warning look, turning his head from side to side to remind you of where the two of you are. the thought of not hearing osamu as much as you normally get to isn’t sitting right with you, but he’s gently coaxing you to your knees and fumbling with his belt and y’know what, you’ll get over it.

before his hardening cock slips between your soft tits, you capture his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his thick head, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can. when you pull off, you let the spit drool off of your tongue and onto the length, spitting any remaining between your tits, and then you let him do the rest. 

he holds your tits in both of his hands, has to stop himself from getting distracted by the weight of them or the softness of your skin as he thrusts forward between the fat. he tilts his head back, chin to the ceiling as he squeezes your tits around his cock, slit drooling precome onto your chest as he fucks through it. 

every new part of your body that he gets to touch and hold and feel and fuck is just as perfect as the last, but so completely different. he watches your tits bounce as his balls hit your stomach, focuses on the ripples in your skin and the jiggle of the fat, and your pretty eyes looking up at him through your lashes. he compares the sensation to fucking your thighs and your mouth and perfect cunt, and fuck, he can’t stop the amount of precome leaking from the thought. 

he’s silent, though, save for a few strong exhales and harsh swallows, and the longer that he’s fucking your tits, the tighter his grip is, the more powerful his thrusts are until he’s convinced that he’s going to come all over your face. you can feel his cock pulsing between your tits, his face focused on the sight, and you’ve fucked him enough times to know that he’s getting close.  

you don’t say a word either, only place your hand on his hip until he slows his movements, and stand up and turn around. he doesn’t need you to explain anything to him, the way that you arch your back, both arms crossed over one another and pressed up against the wall above you is plenty tell enough. he reaches under your skirt, pulls your tights down just enough to spread your legs, and then pushes inside of you. 

how full osamu makes you feel will never get old. it will never not be the most incredible feeling in the world, being filled to the brim, inch by agonizing inch until you can feel his balls brush up against the inside of your thighs. the first few thrusts inside of you are harsh, too harsh, the clapping echoes off of the walls, bounces right back to you, it’s so loud. 

he’s slower after that, long, steady strokes inside of you that allow you to feel every inch, every throb. the small circles that he’s rubbing into your messy clit are only making your pussy clench around him tighter. you can’t tell him anything, can’t communicate how close you are or how good he’s making you feel, so you’re very grateful for how well he knows you, how easy it is for him to feel the signs. 

he picks up the pace just long enough to make you come, sacrifices a bit of noise to make you drip all down his cock, to tighten around his throbbing cock, quivering gummy walls coaxing him just as close as you are. 

you hear the door to the bathroom push open, voices accompanying it, and osamu stills, not moving a single muscle at the first notice, and then quickly moving with you onto the toilet to fuck you through the rest of your orgasm. he’s full sheathed inside of you, holding your legs up by the backs of your thighs as he lifts off of the toilet seat, thrusting into you, holding you in place above him as he pulls out. 

you wish you could think more about how insane this is, but all you can think about is how good he’s making you feel, how safe and supported you feel in this wild position. you lean back into his chest, back of your head on his shoulder, and the second that you’re close enough, he kisses the side of your face, saying so soft and so slow that you’re certain no one else in the world hears it, “love you, pretty girl.”

as soon as you’re alone again, you scramble to your feet, turning around and facing him. he pulls you into him, tugs the sides of your tights back up and pulls you into his lap, legs as wrapped around him as they possibly can be. he kisses you, gently, and the tone of this entire hookup has shifted dramatically since he said those words to you again for the second time tonight. 

he doesn’t ask or apologize as he grabs your tights between your legs and tears a hole in them big enough to slip inside of you again. he only laughs when he notices how shocked you look, can’t help it, and then kisses the corner of your mouth as the shock fades, replaced with the feeling of being incredibly full and extremely close. 

it doesn’t take long at all for the eye contact and the rhythmic thrusts to get osamu just as close as he was before, head falling against your shoulder, arms wrapped around your lower back as he lifts off of the toilet to fuck his cock into you deeper, but he doesn’t have enough room to fuck you faster, needs more space to give you nice, long strokes. he leans your forward, both of your hands splaying out to brace yourself on either sides of the wall.

he fucks into you faster, harder, one hand under your lower back, the other on your stomach to pull you back onto his cock, and you’re so perfectly warm and tight around him, look so pretty under him like this. you can feel his cock begin to pulse, streams of come ready to spray inside of your snug walls, but he pulls out at the last second, shoots his load between your legs instead, ropes of thick come landing on the insides of your thighs, the fabric of your panties and the outsides of your tights. 

the two of you stay like this for a second in this exact position as osamu catches his breath and lets you recover as well. when he finally moves, he sits back down on the toilet with you on his lap and he presses a soft kiss into the bottom of your jaw. he doesn’t need to look to reach for the toilet paper. you close your eyes at the feeling of the tissue on your skin as he cleans you up as best as he can for how unplanned his release was.

“i can’t believe you tore my tights,” is the first thing that you say when you’ve recovered enough to talk. 

he laughs, kissing the bottom of your jaw again and squeezing his arms around you tighter. “i’ll buy you new ones, baby, i promise.”

it’s quiet in the bathroom. you feel okay enough to keep talking, only slightly on edge about someone walking in on the conversation, but you can’t wait until you’re outside to ask him, “are you gonna fuck me again, can we just establish that? no more beating around the bush or wondering how the other feels because the situation is complicated?”

“can you- can we just-,” you’re struggling to finish the question because it feels dumb, futile given the fact that you’ve already told him that you love him. but you suppose that the question is trying to be so much more than that, you just can’t communicate it correctly. 

“oh, sweetheart, i want to do so much more than fuck you,” he says, hand moving up to cup your face, “i want to love you in every way possible.”

your face is so hot, stomach flipping, and the only words you can say in response are a breathy, “i can’t believe you just said the most romantic thing i’ve ever heard in a bathroom stall.”

“in a fancy bathroom stall,” he corrects, still beaming, “but then, i should probably wait until we go back outside to ask if you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“yea, samu! probably!” you say, but you can’t hide your matching smile.

“and is this before or after i invite you back to my place tonight?” he asks, and you’re 99% sure he’s fucking with you now, asking you all of these questions like this just to get you riled up. not that you were questioning the validity of them, just the timing and the tone. 

you feel like you’re combusting. how are you going to explain to your friends and family about how you and osamu got together? on your first date? after you told him you loved him? after you fucked him in the bathroom of a nice restaurant? but don’t worry that was also after he told you that he loved you back. oh, but he asked you to be his girlfriend before you went back to his place and after you had sex in the bathroom, yes, you get it now.

you lower your head into his shoulder, exhaling a big sigh as he picks your head up and presses a kiss into your forehead, cheek, jaw, and then your lips. you’re wearing a slight pout even after he pulls away and he laughs. “alright, alright,” he nods, “how about i ask you now if you’ll go back to my place and i can ask if you’ll be my girlfriend there?”

“deal,” you say.“best deal i’ve ever made,” he says back.

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ᕱ featuring — sae itoshi. [blue lock]

౨ৎ synopsis : your shitty bf makes you cry during an argument, but sae wants to make you cry in a different way. wc: 1.8k ꒰ cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. angsty elements. mentions of arguments. cheating, reader has a bf. fingering. thigh riding. praise. unprotected sex. multiple orgasms. petnames. ꒱

you'd called him near the dead of night, he immediately answered hearing the ringtone specifically set for you, anyone else he would've probably ignored. you're bawling, speaking through sobs as you explain to him you'd gotten in to an argument with your boyfriend.

his heart aches, hanging unbearably heavy in his chest. almost guilty even though he's not the one who made you cry. which is still a bittersweet reality. if he was your man, he would've never made you cry in the first place.

his shirt is soaked with your tears from where your face is buried into his shoulder, but he doesn't mind. sae rubs soothing circles into your back, whispering sweet nothings to get you to calm down. a side of him so soft, something nobody besides you will ever see. he holds you so tightly. like he could lose you any second. but he feels like he's already lost, to that shitty excuse of a boyfriend. sure he's the one you come running to but eventually you'll leave. leave sae for that asshole, the thought makes his teeth grit. he fucking hates your boyfriend. he can't even pretend, he spends long nights praying there's a universe where he ceases to exist. your boyfriend isn't entirely stupid, he notices the tension but sae's your bestfriend after all so he chooses not to question the daggers sae is constantly shooting at him.

sae had only meant to comfort you, he really did. not wanting to cross any lines as you did have someone waiting for you at home. but those morals, the promises he made to himself erase entirely from his mind when he has you perched up on his lap, drinking in your surprised gasp as he crashes his lips into yours. you're both wound up in the fury of emotions, in too deep to care about anything else.

your clothes had been sinfully stripped from your body, leaving you fully exposed to the man in front of you. your bare cunt is sat on his muscular thigh, mindlessly grinding against it. he's awe struck, he can feel his chest bubbling with desire. "you're so beautiful, y/n." he says almost breathlessly like your presence alone had knocked the air right out of his lungs. the wet patch forming on his pant leg doesn't bother him, all he can really think about is how pretty you look, face contorted with pleasure because of him, not that boyfriend of yours.

"if only he could realize what he was missing. making you cry like that, i'd treat you so much better." he grumbles that last part, his true feelings slipping out before he can catch them. but you don't dwell on it, mind too fuzzy at the feeling of your clit knocking against the fabric of his pants. it feels amazing, but it's not enough. his ears perk up hearing you huff in frustration, "what's wrong, y/n? talk to me." his hand cups the side of your face, making you peer into the depths of his emerald eyes.

"need your fingers, sae. want them inside me, please.." you whimper, leaning into his touch and he swears his heart skipped a beat. he presses his lips against yours, kissing you like you're lovers.

sae was so quick to give you what you want, he's been dreaming of this moment and he'd be a fool to waste it. a man who could have anything he wanted until it came to you. but now he does have you, positioned so your back is pressed into his chest with your legs spread over his, fingers buried inside your cunt. "f-feels so good, sae." fuck how pretty you sounded moaning his name. his mouth attaches to your neck, sucking and kissing the flesh in hopes of getting to hear more of those noises from you. well, maybe to also get that prideful feeling of sending you home to your boyfriend with hickeys covering your body.

with his slender fingers working in and out of you so skillfully, your high rounds the corner rather quickly, "yes! yes! fuck, m close." he lets out a hum from where he's nestled into your shoulder, he snakes his palm over to rub your clit, giving you that final push until you were coming undone.

he hadn't crossed your mind once until now, you feel slight guilt crawling up your throat when sae's hovering over you, asking if this was okay and if you wanted to go any further. and of course you wanted to, but a part of you still wept for your boyfriend. all it took was that flash of unsureness in your eyes and he knew that you were thinking about him. his hands dug into the couch cushioning in a fury, trying to keep his composure. to be jealous of another man, no of someone in general was unheard of from the sae itoshi.

it feels like everything's moving slower, it doesn't show in his face for even a second but he's nervous while anticipating what you'll say next. could he have ruined your friendship? did you not feel the same? he's about to speak, about to apologize but you cup his face with both of your hands and give him a chaste kiss, so pure despite your naked bodies being tangled with one another. "you can keep going. i want it, please." you mutter shyly, flashing him a sweet smile, one that he lets out a relieved breath at, not realizing he'd been holding it in.

"i can't stand it," he starts, giving his throbbing cock a few strokes before he's lining himself up with you. "seeing you with him. i hate it, y/n. i want you to be mine. my girl, not his."

a long moan is ripped from your throat as you he pushes himself inside you, stretching you out on his girth. he grunts, swallowing back his own needy groans at the tight squeeze of your walls, the feeling exceeds anything he could've imagined. "sae.." you whine, nails digging into his strong arms that trap you beneath him. your hearts pounding at sae's confession, has he always felt like this? the way he looks at you with such desire, a look you've never seen him with. how haven't you noticed?

but you're sure you want this now. your 'boyfriend' is a non factor to you, any uncertainty was quickly washed away, getting lost in sae's presence. your mind, your heart, everything was swarming with the midfielder.

your legs are locked around his waist, digging your heels into his back to feel him closer, roaming his body with your needy hands. you can't help it, his body is so well defined from the time he spends playing football. a shiver runs up his spine and his hips stutter when your nails rake along his abs. he's more of a mess than he'd like to admit, hair clinging to his face that's sticky with sweat, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. he looks so pretty like this, you think. your hands still at his biceps, clinging onto him as he draws more saccharine moans out of your throat and sopping wet noises from your drooling pussy. you're soaked, your arousal coats your lower half and soaks the cushions beneath you. "fuck, you're all mine, right?" there's a hint of desperation in his voice that he hopes you miss. sae can't control his emotions anymore, he needs to hear it from you, he needs to hear you want him the way he wants you. it feels like he's slowly losing his mind.

"yes, fuck! all yours, only yours, sae!" you whine in your fucked out haze but all of it is genuine. he dips his head down to press his lips into yours, hand finding its place on the side of your face as your tongues clash against one another in a messy kiss. he fucks you with so much passion, passion that your 'boyfriend' could never rival-

your phone vibrates against the wooden coffee table, snapping the both of you out of your trances. your head whips to the side to see your ex lovers name flash across the screen. sae reaches over to grab it before you can even react. "answer it." your face flashed with horror when he accepted the call, putting it on speaker and holding it to your face.

your ex's voice rings through your ears, he sound like he's been crying (like he isn't the one who wronged you in the first place) immediately trying to piece together excuses for his behavior. "look i'm sorry, baby. just come home, okay? i've been really worried."

"i-" you gasp when sae gives you a particularly sharp thrust, a daring smirk splaying across his face. he picks up the pace, slamming his hips against yours brutally, the slapping noises surely audible from the other side of the phone. "babe? are you okay? what the hell's-" sae's quick to cut him off though, "enjoy her beautiful sounds while you still can, you'll never get to fuck her like this again. she's all mine, got that?" and you knew it was wrong because you hadn't technically told him you were dumping him. but it's obvious now, no?

you didn't feel an ounce of remorse at that point, instead you purposely moaned louder making sure to tell sae, "s too big" "fuck feels so good" knowing that your ex can hear every word of it. the other end of the call was eerily quiet before blaring with spews of curses and claims of "i fucking knew it!", but sae hangs up not wanting to hear him rant about shit he didn't care about any longer.

you squeak in surprise when sae folds you in half, hiking your legs over his broad shoulders. the new position has him reaching impossibly further, unrelenting when pounding into your g-spot over and over. you're beyond delirious, helplessly clawing at anything around you to ground yourself. but he pins your hands together above your hand, enjoying the way you squirm and whine in his grasp.

your legs tremble from where they are dangling around his neck, the coil in your belly tightens as it gets ready to snap. he shushes your broken sobs and cries of how close you were, gliding his thumb over the tears that spilled over your lash line. "i got you, sweetheart. go ahead and cum for me." and you do with a squeal, your vision going white as you cream all over his cock.

ethereal is the only way he could describe how you looked right now. sprawled out, face twisted in bliss and mouth hung open with whimpers of his name. it's enough to have him cumming moments after you, groaning as he coats your walls with his seed.

"wanted to do this for so long, angel." he whispers, holding you in his arms but this time as your lover.

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