Kenma IS A Twink. But Hes My Twink

itoshi sae does not exaggerate. he finds the whole idea of making a big deal out of nothing to be repulsive.

still, he swears that he feels physically ill whenever you’re not around.

(it’s the first reason of many he’ll ever give you when you tell him you have to leave for more than a day.)

“my head hurts.”

you don’t even look at him.

he frowns, “my head hurts a lot.”

“that’s too bad,” you say absentmindedly, “you should take some medicine for that.”

“i already did.” (he did not.) “it didn’t do anything.” (because he doesn’t need it.)

his frowns deepens when he notices you’re still focused on packing your things in a duffel bag. (his duffel bag. the one he was sure he’d hidden from you. the one you weren’t supposed to find.)

he calls out your name. his expression softens when you look at him.

“my stomach hurts.”

his lips quirk up just a tiny bit when you give him an annoyed look.

“sae.”

“my stomach really hurts.” he whines, slumping against the bed. a smile spreads through his lips when you cross your arms.

“you should take some medicine for that,” you frown, “even if you are sick, i have to go to this field trip.”

he takes out one of your shirts from the duffel bag, “says who?”

“my teacher.” you pry it off his hands, “my grade.”

you stick your tongue out at him, stuffing your shirt back into the bag, “my conscience.”

“but you’ll be gone for too long,” he sighs dramatically.

“it’s literally just two days.” you deadpan.

“like i said,” he pouts, “too long.”

you sigh, moving to sit down on the bed, “i’ll bring you a souvenir.”

a smile tugs at your lips when he perks up. you reach out to run your hand through his hair.

sae leans into your touch, “i’d rather have you stay than have a stupid souvenir.”

you hum, “wanna know a secret?”

he nods, curiosity swimming in his eyes. a small smile blooms on his lips.

“i kinda really don’t wanna go.” you mumble.

“just stay, then.” he tugs you closer to him.

you sigh, slumping against him. “i can’t. it’s worth a chunk of my grade.”

sae frowns, flicking your forehead, “just say you had a family emergency.”

“i said that last time.” you click your tongue. “i don’t think my teacher would believe that again.”

an amused laugh leaves his lips. “say you’re sick, then.”

“don’t tell me what to do,” you tease, “besides i may or may not have already told my teacher i’d go.”

sae sits up, a look of disbelief on his face, “you what?”

“i already said i’d go,” you sheepishly smile at him.

sae flops back onto the bed, brows furrowed and pouting, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“you would’ve insisted you were sick to stop me from going,” you lean over him. “like you were doing a while ago.”

he looks away from you, flushing. “i don’t know what you mean.”

you smile, poking his nose, “i’m sure you don’t.”

he bites back a smile when you press a quick peck on his cheek.

“but if you were feeling sick, i know you’d go take some medicine instead of exaggerating just to get me to stay.”

he pouts. your smile widens. he tugs you down towards him, “you suck.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” you laugh.

you lay on his chest for a while, sae’s arms snug around you. he rests his cheek on top of your head.

“do you really have to go?”

“‘m afraid so,” you sigh, nuzzling into him. “i promise i’ll text you whenever i can.”

“you better,” he smiles, “you also have to call me.”

“i promise i will.” you laugh.

you squeak when he squeezes you, laughter leaving his lips.

“sae.” you mumble.

“yeah?”

you lift yourself off his chest, looking at him. “i have to finish packing.”

he groans, “finish later. you should nap with me instead.”

you playfully stick your tongue out at him. “you and i both know if i take a nap with you i’m never going to finish packing.”

he shrugs, sighing, “it was worth a shot.”

you sit up, brows raising in surprise when sae sits up after you.

“just because i’m not gonna nap doesn’t mean you can’t,” you tilt your head to the side.

sae stretches his arms up, yawning, “if i help you pack, you’ll take a nap with me sooner.”

he gingerly cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss. he hums against your lips.

“besides,” he pulls away, smiling, “if i help you pack, you’ll have to bring me back a souvenir as a reward.”

you laugh, “if you say so.”

sae’s not much help with packing. he just unceremoniously stuffs your remaining clothes into the duffel bag, scoffing when you tell him he’s doing it wrong.

(still, you bring him back a souvenir when you come home from your trip. as a way to both thank him for helping you pack, and as an apology because you’ll have to go on another trip soon.)

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。HANDS — ITOSHI SAE.

sae doesn’t understand the purpose of holding hands. it’s a bit annoying to try and move around while you’re practically chained to someone else, it feels a bit odd to have someone’s hand lace with yours and keep it occupied, and it just draws this unwarranted attention that he doesn’t like.

he doesn’t hold hands, and you don’t seem to mind, so it’s never really been a concern of his.

not until today at least.

“are you nervous?” you ask, standing next to him as you stare out at the field. it’s a large stadium—there’s a bigger audience here than you’ve ever seen at any of the last few games you’ve been to.

it makes sense, you suppose. you’ve really only been to a handful of sae’s games—and even if you haven’t dated long, you’re well accustomed now to the occasional mic in your face as they as you how you feel about your boyfriend’s win. but now that he officially doesn’t play for a youth team anymore, now that he’s in the big shots with the adults, there’s bound to be more people, right? it makes you a bit nervous, all the eyes on you, but it doesn’t keep you from standing next to him as he waits with his team just minutes before starting the game.

sae only raises a brow at you, looks at you like you’ve grown two heads, “what do you take me for? they’re lucky to even play against me,” he mutters.

from a distance, you can hear a few amused chuckles and a few scoffs of disbelief from his older teammates. for the youngest on the team, sae has the largest presence. he’s already the talk of the hour—you can hear reporters buzzing for an interview and fans chanting his name already.

but he’s unbothered, sipping on his water bottle like it’s child’s play he’s preparing for.

“i know, baby,” you mumble, “you’ll crush them but…there’s just so many people,” you mumble. “what if you trip and fall? that’ll be so many people seeing.”

“i’m not gonna trip and fall,” he grumbles, lips twitching into a small frown that’s almost—almost—a pout, like the fact that you think he’d do something like that is an insult to his pride.

“oh my gosh,” you gasp, “i think someone just took a picture of us,” you ramble, not even paying attention to him. “what if i looked ugly?”

he wants to tell you there are a lot of people taking pictures, and that it’s a dumb thing to say—since when have you ever looked ugly? even your bad angles are better than the average person’s best, but before he can even say anything, your hand tightly grasps his.

he looks down, furrows his brows, opens his mouth to say something when you cut in.

“don’t be nervous, sae,” you babble away, “you got this, okay? there’s not even that many people here, they look like ants from down here anyway. you won’t even notice them.”

and then your hand squeezes his tightly, like it’s for reassurance, like it’s to tell him it’s okay, i’m here. except, he’s sure you’re doing it more for yourself than him—since he’s quite literally fine, quite literally standing here with as bored of an expression as always.

“i’m not nervous, idiot,” he mumbles.

and sae doesn’t like holding hands. your hands are a bit clammy and cold and they’re squeezing a bit too tight for his liking and he can’t move around as freely now. but your thumb is rubbing circles into the back of his hand and…it’s nice. for some reason, it’s kind of nice and he likes it.

he gives your hand an experimental squeeze, and when you squeeze right back, he finds that oddly enough, it’s kind of comforting to be able to communicate with you like this without actually saying words.

it’s okay. i’m here. you’ve got this. i’m not going anywhere. i’m proud of you. you’re all i need. you make me happiest. did you see that? i think that was another camera flash. i’m scared. i believe in you. it’s almost time for you to go. play your best. i love you.

i love you. i love you. i love you.

every tightening of your hand and every small squeeze tells him something that he finds he can understand for some reason—even without words. even without looking at your eyes or your face or seeing your expression. it’s so simple—so easy and…and he likes it.

why does he like it?

“good luck, baby,” you whisper, turning to face him, giving him a look that’s so nervous, yet so filled with conviction, he almost feels that to not play better than his best is of a disservice to you.

“thanks,” he murmurs, tugging you a bit closer by your hand. he finds that’s also a nice added perk of holding your hand—being able to pull your body impossibly closer whenever he wants. “but i won’t need it.”

“no,” you huff, rolling your eyes, “because you’re mister itoshi-sae-the-best-ever-who-never-gets-nervous. my bad.”

he huffs a small chuckle, gives your hand a squeeze and lets out a small sigh of content when he realizes the circles you’re rubbing over his knuckles have turned into hearts.

“don’t be nervous,” he says quietly, “‘s just us. everyone else’s background noise.”

“i know, but—”

“and don’t answer any reporters till i come back, okay? don’t need you having a breakdown on national television.”

“sae!” you whine, “that doesn’t help.”

“see you after my win,” he grins ever so slightly. it’s the biggest smile any of his teammates have ever seen from him—a few of them even gape in shock, but he pays no mind. he contemplates for a small moment before he decides—brings up your laced fingers and presses a small, short kiss to the back of your hand.

“see you after your win,” you agree, giving one more squeeze to his hand.

i love you.

he squeezes back. i love you too.

and then he’s off, and he almost hesitates before he lets his hand leave your grasp while he runs onto the field. he glances back at you, sees the way your hands are clutched tightly together to your chest as you stare at him with hope in your eyes and awe in your expression.

itoshi sae has never liked holding hands—but then your hands hold out his entire universe, and how could he not change his mind?

hi everyone. pls take this very self indulgent and very me coded reader as they overthink sae’s entire game more than he even thinks about it 💀

WIND BREAKER | you size them up

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of how the boys react when you unexpectedly size them up

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! playful content, play/pretend fighting, giggling, cute content of the boys getting caught off guard

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

☆ you’re crazy if you think this man will ever back down

☆ he doesn’t care if you’re dating, he never backs down from a fight

☆ he’s confused at first but then immediately gets the hint of what you’re doing

☆ he takes that shit personally

☆ “what you tryna do?” he challenges

☆ he puts his hands up and gets in his fighting stance

☆ “c’mon put your hands up.” he says jumping around you in circles

☆ he pretends to swing on you and punches the air around you

☆ expect him to mimic fighting sounds

☆ “yeahhh that’s what i thought, you don’t want this.” he says in the middle of his fake punches swinging at the air next to you

☆ after he’s done he taunts you, “yeahhh try that shit again.”

☆ his reaction to it makes you giggle like a love sick fool

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

☆ he laughs once he realizes what you’re doing

☆ he finds it to be very humorous

☆ “oh? you tryna fight right now?“ he teases

☆ he immediately sizes you up back, two can play this game

☆his stance is intimidating as hell but you can’t bring yourself to back down

☆ you cross your arms and tilt your head up high

☆ NEVER BACK DOWN, NEVER WHAT ?!?!

☆ you squeal as he picks you up and swings you over his shoulder

☆ spins you around until you’re dizzy

☆ “had enough yet??” he questions after the third spin

☆ he makes you giggle so much during it

☆ he will not stop until you give

☆ “okay! okay! i give!” you admitted defeat after the tenth spin around

☆ places you down on your feet and gives you a soft kiss on your lips after

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

☆ he can’t help himself

☆ he has the most shit-eating grin at your cuteness

☆ he thinks you sizing him up is adorable

☆ “you’re so cute and silly” he coos

☆ you take that as a sign of disrespect

☆ you gasp in response and frown

☆ “i can be intimate if i want to be!” you argued

☆ he laughs at your rebuttal

☆”yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night.” he says while walking away laughing at you

☆ he ruffles your hair on the way out leaving you dumbfounded

☆ you’ve never faced such a high amount of disrespect

☆ you practice your sizing up stance in the mirror every night after that incident of disrespect

☆ you make it a mission to gain the ability of being intimidating

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

☆ he already knows you’re doing it to mess with him

☆ “oh? you’re trying to start something?” he challenges stepping up to you

☆ this officially begins the playful pushing war

☆ surprisingly enough he starts it by slightly shoving you to the side

☆ you return the favor by giving him the hardest shove to the floor

☆ you take off running and laughing after you see him fall hard on his ass

☆ he immediately gets up and tries to run after you at full speed

☆ you run around the whole block for miles, him behind you the entire time

☆ slowly transforms into a game of tag

☆ the two of you go back and forth running around

☆ you’re both exhausted by the end of it

☆ you’re both quite literally huffing and puffing trying to regain control of your breathing

☆ you both lay on the grass for awhile after

☆ “i totally won” “what? you’re crazy, i definitely won” “nuh-uh!” “yuh-huh!”

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

☆ his eyebrows immediately raised in amusement

☆ “who exactly do you think you’re scaring?”

☆ sizes you back

☆ he makes sure not to come off as too intimidating since he doesn’t want to scare you

☆ “you tryna fight?” you challenged

☆ “you think you can take me?” he scoffs

☆ you’re swept off your feet before you can even react

☆ he full on body slams you into the bed

☆ not too rough obviously, he still cares about you

☆ you break out into giggles and screams as he starts tickling you

☆ you almost pee yourself before you finally break free

☆ “STOP, STOP, I DONT LIKE THIS GAME” you scream squirming out of his grasp (pls tell me you get the reference)

☆ you run out of the room in a fit of laughter

☆ he sprints after you

☆ don’t start something you can’t finish

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

☆ he just smiles at you brightly

☆ he’s fully aware of what you’re doing

☆ you’ve been on a mission to get this man to play fight you since forever

☆ he giggles as you begin to punch the air around him

☆ “c’mon fight back” you joke jumping around him as you continued to swing at the air

☆ he doesn’t want or has any intention to engage in play fighting with you

☆ secret confession: he’s too scared about the possibility of hurting you

☆ his aggressive hugs are one thing, fighting is a completely different thing

☆ he’s aware of his strength and gets nervous to the concept of play fighting

☆ you accept defeat at this attempt

☆ “you may have won this time but i’ll be back!” you warn with your first up as you walked away from the smiling boy

☆ “uh-huh whatever you say.” he giggles

☆ finds your attempts to be cute and amusing

The Terminal List (2022)

“teach me”

“no”

“why not?!”

“because i don’t want to”

sae stares blanky at your frustrated face (he thinks it’s cute but he’d rather be buried alive than to admit it out loud) through his phone screen. you were asking him to teach you some spanish just for funsies but sae being sae, he doesn’t want to cooperate

“then, let me at least hear you speak some sentences, please?” you try to bargain, pulling the puppy eyes on him. you’ve watched multiple clips of his interviews in the past where he spoke a little bit of spanish and you wanted to hear it when he’s talking to you.

to your surprise (not) sae just rolls his eyes as his response, earning a little huff from you

“you know what sae, nevermind” you say in defeat. putting your hands up in front of the camera to show that you’ve surrendered into trying to make sae say something in spanish. your attention is no longer at the stoic boy, but on twitter, tiktok, instagram, you name it, your attention was probably there. if he’s not gonna cooperate then fine. two can play this game

sae noticed that you suddenly went quiet on him. he calls out your name but you don’t budge. that only meant one thing. you were ignoring him.

you hear sae sigh at the other end. before you can ask him what his problem was, he clears his throat,

“te amo cada día más y te amare pase lo que pase”

you swear you felt like you just entered the gates of heaven with the way the words smoothly rolls out of his tongue like honey.

“happy now?” you can hear the bluntness in his voice. “and open your camera, tch” he clicks his tongue in annoyance. you hurriedly opened your camera once again to see sae’s face once again but with a faint blush on his cheeks. you instantly took a screenshot which sent a notification on sae’s end causing the latter to raise his brows in confusion.

“what’s with the big smile on your face?” sae asks, adjusting his pillow behind him, watching you smile like an idiot. (his idiot)

“because you spoke in spanish” you gush, smiling uncontrollably at your boyfriend. sae snickers before gazing at you lovingly.

“did you even understand what i just said?”

“nope, but i know it was probably something romantic” you wiggle your eyebrows at sae who only smiles at your reaction. you can see his whisker dimples poking through, a tell tale sign that he was genuinely smiling. a rare sight to see.

“so, are you gonna tell me what you just said?”

“no”

“sae!”

[ 11:20 PM ] — sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa knew he loved you when he found that he was happier being around you than when he was alone. when he started packing an extra handkerchief for you every time you two went out. when, after 2 years of using the same default wallpaper, he had finally changed it to a picture of you. just you, smiling. 

he didn’t know how or why you stuck with him for so long but what he did know was that he wanted you there with him for as long as possible. the thought of having someone in his space; touching his things; touching him and all the vulnerabilities tucked inside him was inconceivable before he met you. but now, after knowing you and falling in love with you, having you in his space was all he could ever want.

“ah, omi. you’re home!” you greeted him happily as he walked into your shared apartment. there was a bounce in your step as you hopped over to take his bag from him.

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𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | Oikawa Tooru.

You’re in love with each other. Which part of it do you not understand?

Pairing: FWB!Obsessive!Oikawa Tooru x reader.

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: Angst(?), suggestive, fluff depending on your perspective.

Warnings: Cursings, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, delusions, impure thoughts, implied manipulation, abandonment issues, jealousy, very little blood, oikawa needs therapy, mental breakdown, reader needs to run.

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Soak

yandere!stepbrother!Bokuto x f!reader

Anonymous request: Hello! Could a make a request for a small fic with yandere!stepbrother!bokuto x female!reader where he’s making her take a bath with him and it’s all kinda wholesome until he starts to get aroused and then fucks her in the bathtub?🥺👉👈 Maybe make it kinda non-con-y, pretty please? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to:) have a good day!

a/n: thank you for your request! But a small fic? I cannot for the life of me write anything short… Please forgive me! It’s mostly smut though, with not as much plot. Which is new for me and makes me a little nervous. I hope you enjoy reading it!

Warnings and tags: smut, yandere themes, delusional mindset, stepcest (pseudo-incest), noncon/rape, ruined orgasm

You sigh blissfully when you sink into the tub. Warmth immediately spreads through your body, melting away your worries. The knots in your shoulders loosen and the steam rising up from the bubbly water’s surface dampens your face. The sweet, flowery smell of soap floods your senses.

You close your eyes and smile contentedly. It’s been a stressful week at college and you’re glad to have come home to an empty house for the weekend. So you allow yourself a little alone time. Something you hardly do anymore, with your nosy roommates always around.

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“FIRST TIME’S GOTTA BE SOFT!”

WIND BREAKER + SOFT SEX. ft. togame jo, kiryuu mitsuki, hayato suo, & sakura haruka x f!reader

filled request #1 : “I am totally spreading the nervous/tsundere! reader x suo & ume agenda! Can I request a soft nsfw thing with them and anybody else you wish if you don’t mind?”

filled request #2 : “Hey! I hope you're doing great. If you're taking requests, can you do windbreaker boys! First time with their gf? Thanks!”

mdni. contains : explicit smut (18+), dry humping, praise, very mild teasing, overstim, you cum from just putting it in, size kink? / big dick!togame, fingering, squirting, pet names. 2.2K wc. note: ume’s part coming soon! (as a full fic bc i luv him sm)

TOGAME JO.

“gotta relax,” togame coos from just above you, leaning down onto his forearms to press hot kisses against the side of your neck, “and lemme in, yeah?”

you take in a sharp breath, embrace tightening around your boyfriend’s neck as he sinks himself deeper inside, inch by inch. your thighs are trembling atop his shoulders as you try your hardest to just relax and let him in like he said, ignoring how your cunt feels so impossibly full— and oh- he’s only halfway in.

you always knew togame was a big person, and that it implied he would be big there…but actually trying to take him was a completely different story. you think he might actually be splitting you in half.

“j-jo,” your eyes clench shut as you whimper. “big…”

“shhh, shh, shh,” he coos softly against your sensitive skin before he’s messily kissing and licking at your neck in an attempt to distract you from the agonizing stretch. “i know. ‘s okay, doll. doing so good for me.”

“so big…” you repeat, voice sounding just as cute as always to him, so sweet and syrupy and innocent— even when you’re practically being folded underneath him like this. his cock suddenly reaches a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and you cry out, walls instinctively clenching tightly around his length.

and you think the growl that rips out of togame is borderline carnal. “oh, fuck,” he grits through clenched teeth, “careful. don’t do tha— don’t squeeze me in like that.”

“s-sorry,” you pant, arms wrapped around him tightly. you think you might be feeling dizzy, or maybe just sensitive— it feels weird. electrifying. you can feel everything so vividly right now, and maybe it’s because you’ve never taken anything this big inside, but the way your core has balled up into such a tight and intense knot is different than usual.

“jo…..wai—”

“shit, doll,” he’s snarling from above you, “not letting me in.. just a little more, ‘kay?”

the knot seems to tighten up impossibly more when he pushes a bit forward, and your eyes widen, the realization suddenly hitting you like a truck. “wait!”

your words come out a second too late, and he’s already pushing the last few inches inside all at once. he presses up against the spot that makes you gasp, vision clouded with white as the knot in your core abruptly snaps, head falling back as you scream.

“whoa— whoa, you’re…? ” togame stiffens up, eyes blown wide when your walls violently clench around him before you’re suddenly gushing, juices coating his cock and thighs in a messy layer of slick.

you’re gasping under him, chest heaving up and down as you come down from your high, and a part of him wishes he could have gone back in time and recorded that. he would’ve caught the way your face contorted at the fullness and catch how you’re looking now— eyes half lidded as you pant and tremble.

it would’ve been such a treat to save a video like that.

he’s suddenly aching, and he thinks that just sitting inside you like this wasn’t gonna be enough for him now. togame’s looming back over you in an instant, labored breaths just above you as you peer up at him through teary eyes. “i didn’t mean to,” you start babbling, “was just too much. came so fast- i-”

“haven’t even moved yet, doll,” he lulls, the amusement in his eyes obvious from the way he’s watching your lips press into a nervous line. “too early for you to be squirting on me, don’t you think?”

the burn on your cheeks worsens, and you think you could die of embarrassment— but the excited flutter of your walls is practically shameless, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “feeling good on my dick?”

“..good enough for another one?”

your eyes widen, and he’s pulling out slowly until just the tip is inside before he slams back, and the noise you choke out has his cock just twitching in anticipation.

“let me join you this time, yeah?”

KIRYUU MITSUKI.

“my pretty girl,” kiryuu smiles when you perk up at the nickname, “are you nervous?”

his voice is a soft whisper against the shell of your ear, hands steady on your hips as he guides you back and forth across his cock, your slick coating him in thick and messy layers. “just a little bit..” you mumble, face buried deep into the crook of his neck.

you’re so wet. you were never this wet when you touched yourself, and truth be told, you didn’t know it was possible to be this soaked. the sounds of your pants and kiryuu’s deep sighs are drowned out by the lewd noises your cunt is making when you’re humping so desperately against him, face contorting each time your clit grinds against his tip.

he hasn’t even gone inside you. not his fingers, not his cock. nothing— and you’re aching so badly for it.

“ah!” you gasp when his cock suddenly twitches against you, slapping against your clit before he’s pulling you right back down, moving you back and forth with a little more urgency this time.

“ah, sorry,” kiryuu’s chuckle comes out strained, his jaw clenched tightly. “it’s a little hard to control myself, i guess. you just feel so good, love. can’t help it..”

a part of you is thankful that his lights are off. the faint glow of kiryuu's gaming leds are just barely enough to illuminate the two of you, and it gives you the courage you need to sneak glances downwards, eyes catching the way the muscles of his arms flex as he guides your hips back and forth.

it’s only when your gaze shifts further downwards that you notice it. the subtle flex of his abs, and just below, his hips. completely soaked in your slick. were you really that wet? your thighs are also trembling more wildly now, and you’re unsure if it’s because you’ve been hovering over him for so long or if it’s because he feels so good against you.

another part of you thinks it’s because of nerves— his voice sending a shiver straight down your spine each time he whispers something so lewd into your ears.

“i-it’s okay,” you stutter, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “want more, kiryuu.”

“hmmm?” his hum comes out amused, “more? can you handle more?”

he chuckles a bit when you nod without even a small trace of hesitation. “but you’re shaking so much.”

kiryuu is certain he’s fallen in love with you all over again. his gaze softens at the sight of you, watching with a smile as your shaky hands move to shyly line his cock up with your hole, thighs trembling even harder trying to keep balance without his help. it’s only a few seconds later when you’re letting out a distracted whine, pleading eyes coming to lock with his. “kiryuu..”

“i know. leave everything to me, angel,” he says with a soft smile, grunting when he adjusts his position on his mattress, hands coming to steady your hips.

“let me know if it's too much, okay?”

HAYATO SUO.

“mmm,” suo lets out a slow hum from beside you, chin rested gently atop your shoulder and his eyes fixated on the way his fingers are moving in and out of your dripping cunt. “i don’t think you’re quiet ready yet.”

your eyebrows furrow— not ready? this had to be the third, or maybe even the fourth. you’ve lost count of the exact number of orgasms he’s pulled from you tonight with just his fingers, but you’re certain it was more than enough to prep you.

“no….” your protest comes out strained, voice weak and weary, but your cunt seems to be the opposite— still greedy, still eagerly swallowing his fingers whole and sucking him right back inside each time he’s trying to pull them back. you’re gushing with every curl of his fingers, slick lewdly dripping onto your mattress to form a puddle right beneath the two of you.

“please….need you— need you so bad,” you babble, unsure if your words are coming out coherent with how hot your head feels, “please, please, please.”

his lips tug into a gentle smile, eyes softening at your current state. “..and what is it that you need?”

he’s feigning innocence, but he swears he’s not being mean to you. he would never, not when you’re asking him so sweetly, crystalline tears collecting along your lashes from the overstimulation— but he knows the extent of your greed. fingers aren’t enough for you.

“y-you. need you.”

the soft chuckle that leaves his lips has your cheeks filling with heat, but you don’t get to wallow in embarrassment— not when you’re gasping loudly as soon as he’s pressing against your ass, heavy cock rubbing against you. he feels so big against you, and you think your senses have been heightened from how clearly you can feel each and every vein on his cock drag along your skin.

“this?” he asks. “you can have it. i’m yours, after all.”

you’re quick to shake your head, looking almost too innocent for someone who’s making such a mess on your sheets just for some dick— and he hasn’t even stuffed you full yet.

“no— not like that. need it inside..” you whisper, voice trailing off into a needy and frustrated whine.

“oh? you meant inside?”

you ignore the way your cheeks burn at the suggestion, head nodding desperately. he’s humming when his hands come to delicately circle at your clit, cock slick with your juices when he finally prods at your hole. it’s slow and steady when he pushes inside, forcing himself deeper and deeper as your eyes widen, strained moan ripping from your throat at the stretch.

“you should have specified, love,” he coos, but his voice comes out a little breathless from the way you’re squeezing him. it takes everything in him to go slow for you— inch inside until his cock is finally nestling against your cervix, and oh- you’ve never felt so stuffed.

“you okay?” suo exhales shakily, hands subconsciously tightening their grip around your hips.

you’re barely able to choke out a “w-wait,” tired eyes narrowing and blinking to rid of the dizzying stars dotting your vision. “‘m not sure.”

suo’s lips are back on your neck the next second, planting a wet trail of kisses up the skin as you shiver beneath his hold. “you can handle me, pretty girl. i know you can. i’m already inside, aren’t i?”

your walls flutter eagerly against him at the sound of his voice just beside your ear, and you nod, mumbling something about how you wanna try, and that he feels so good— you just aren’t sure you can take it.

“sure you can. and you know exactly what to say if it’s too much, don’t you? my sweet girl.”

SAKURA HARUKA.

sakura’s hands roughly slam beside your head, face contorting to a grimace as he inches inside, your walls sucking him up with desperation. his face is red with heat, jaw clenched so hard that he thinks he can hear the way his teeth are grinding against each other— but you just feel so good. he’s drunk on the feeling, and he hasn’t even gone all the way in yet.

“ah—!” you gasp when his hips stutter against you, the rest of his length slamming inside as he chokes out a strained groan.

he never would have guessed that he’d be buried in your cunt by the end of today. it started off as a sweet movie date, with you cuddled against his side as you shared snacks. he doesn’t quite remember how that led to such a heated make out session, or how the two of you starting marking each other up— lips attached to the other’s neck, or even how that led to desperately grinding against each other … and now he’s sinking his cock into you.

“s-shit, sorry,” he sputters, hands balling into fists as he forces himself to keep still. his cock twitches once, twice, so eager and desperate for more of you— but he holds himself back. because he would never ever dream of hurting you.

“did that hurt..?”

you shake your head.

“need you, sakura,” you whine, and your arms reach to wrap around his neck, pulling him flush against you— but you accidentally pull him deeper inside, both pairs of eyes widening when his cock roughly shoves against the deepest spot inside you.

“fuck—” his voice is just above a growl, “don’t fucking do that.”

“but i want all of y-you,” your voice is so sweet, so soft, and it’s a challenge for him for hold back the knot threatening to snap in his core. you feel so damn good, so fucking good— he just can’t handle it.

“no,” he protests, lips parted in heavy pants, “don’t know if i can hold myself back if you act like that.”