Pls Let Me Indulge In Being Fwb With Sae, But He Ends Up Falling For U First And Just Keeps It To Himself

pls let me indulge in being fwb with sae, but he ends up falling for u first and just keeps it to himself for the longest time :(( i feel like one day he’d “accidentally” let it slip that he wants more with you while ur fucking, n he tries to play it off like it’s no big deal but on the inside he’s so nervous he’s scared you off ugh </3

nonnie YES!! tysm for this, oh my god! he’s scared to tell u bc usually its fucking with no feelings, i love him!! enjoy it, and asks are always open! 

he was in trouble.

he'd known he was for weeks. when you came over to his house in a nice frilly outfit to attempt to wow him — which, of course, you did — he knew. if only you knew what was going through his head when you two were having fun with each other.

"oh," your breathless voice pleads. "sae, please," the way he hums against your skin has you squirming in his grip, tightening around his fingers as he kisses your neck and shoulder ever so lightly. as sae stretches you out with his fingers, your thigh-length skirt does nothing to protect your lower half. your blouse was rendered worthless at this point, owing to the fact that it was no longer on you. when the two of you first met, it was flung over his shoulder someplace. he enjoyed littering  you. you enjoyed the sensation of his teeth. it was a win-win situation for everyone. or so you thought. you were unaware of his lingering touches and delicate movements.

a third finger slips inside of you, and you’re ashamed about just how much it affects you. it’s hard to stay quiet when he has his way with you- he knows your body too well by this point. his mouth focuses on that sweet spot on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s the spot that can easily turn your sighs into moans. his thumb circles your clit and draws little mixed-up shapes in order to keep your toes curling and that fire in your belly burning. it’s downright evil the way he’s able to make you this wet. it’s like he wants the whole world to  hear your arousal as he works his magic on your pussy. but you’re not entirely  a saint right now.

after all, you are the one with your hand around his dick, aren’t you?

the growl he gives after a particularly harsh tug on his dick is satisfying. there’s precum coating your fingers. he’s making a mess of himself while making a mess out of you. but even the space between your thighs grows wetter and wetter, you can’t help but find yourself eyeing his frustrated face with a certain confidence. if the only way to get back at him is a couple of well-timed strokes then so be it. you’ll have him putty in your hands in no time at all.

this wasn’t the first time the two of you had... “mutually pleased” each other. Nor was it the second, or third, or fourth time. in fact- any chance he got, he’d simply send you a text message and have his way with you to his heart’s content every chance he got. even still, you always felt like you never quite had a good grasp on how to get him off. his dick felt all too large and heavy and hot in your hands. the mere memory of it being inside of you, stirring up your insides, was enough to send your heart racing. though you’re doing something right. you always do. he’s always the first one to grow close to his orgasm.

but he always makes you cum first. every single time.

when his hips begin to buck in time with your strokes, his fingers start moving inside of you faster. much, much, much faster. he stops peppering your neck with thousands and thousands of little tiny nips and kisses and marks just to claim your lips once more. he’s swallowing your moans, keeping you quiet as the lazy scissoring motion he was previously using on you moves to something more focused and deliberate. his long fingers curl deep inside of you, digits finding your the spot that makes you see stars and prodding at it again and again in a way that’s just not fair.

it’s so hard to focus. it’s so hard to keep your eyes open. they flutter and flutter in an attempt to keep your mind intact, but it’s just so  hard. your mouth drops open to let out another moan, and this you just know is a little too loud for comfort. but you can just feel the smirk he gives you against your skin, and you just know sae isn’t opposed to his claim in front of others. but you can’t think about that right now. your mind is on sae and sae alone.

that, and the way he’s about to make you cream all over his fingers.

his unoccupied hand moves up from its resting point of holding on to your hips. he traces and teases your skin as he trails his hand upwards until it finally reaches its destination- your chest. his hand gropes at your breast, twisting and teasing and twirling an overly sensitive nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers tip. you’re starting to see stars.

and that thumb. oh, god, that thumb. you don’t know how he does it. how he’s always able to bend you to his will, over and over again. because that thumb. that thumb on your clit is cruel. it’s so cruel, and it’s so mean. it’s what causes you to break away from his kiss with a startled gasp and a sudden shriek. the pit at the bottom of your stomach is growing. you feel hot- hot all over, and sae was not helping. the tickle of his hair against your shoulder as he whispers nothing but filthy words of praise in an attempt to coax you into an orgasm is sending you into overdrive. his breath against your ear, the way he breaks you down into a whiny little mess, and that  thumb.

“you just cum for me, got it?” he’s growling now. low, deep, and all too husky for your poor fucked out brain to process. “wish we had more than this. wish we were more than this. ‘want you so bad..” 

his eyes widened at his confession, quickly adding a line about your pussy holding tight on his fingers, trying to play off what he had just said.

this sae of yours- this green eyed, red haired sweet boy of yours is downright filthy behind doors. he’s dirty in all the right ways. tainted in all the best of the word, and it’s all for you. all for your body. all for your pleasure. all to drive up you up, get you drunk off his touch, and keep going until you can’t even stand. or pass out. all for your love.

whichever comes last.

in a last-ditch effort to ensure he experiences what he’s putting you through, your grip on his cock tightens. you’re pumping it furiously, working your hand in the way he’s taught you all those weeks ago when it was your first time together. you’re moving with purpose, with vigor, and with passion. his breath hitches loudly, and he’s humping your hand faster and faster. but there’s no time to taste the victory. his retaliation is swift, and his retaliation is punishing. because in just seconds, he’s practically ambushing your pussy

at this point, you’re reduced to tears. all you can do is nod and beg and whimper as you try to clench down on his fingers, chasing your high. your legs are shaking, and at this point, sae is the only thing keeping you upright. every breath you take is overcome with nothing but gasps and squeals as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens. god, you’re so close. how does he do it? how does he always manage to take you to new heights that you’ve never been before?

“could give you so much more than this,” he whispers again and the sloppy chants of ‘yes, yes, yes, yes-’ fall out of your mouth in pretty little bows, dolled up just for him. “cum for me.”

and you do.

it happens with a start- the coil in your belly snaps, and your mind goes numb. you let out a loud cry as your cunt clenches around his fingers, but sae swallows it quickly with a deep kiss before he starts to cum himself. he forces you to ride out your orgasm with him, white-hot ropes cum shooting out of his dick with every little groan that sneaks out his mouth. his thumb slows down, not quite abusing your poor, oversensitive clit anymore, but it still feels like torture. you don’t want him to stop. not now, not ever.

the quiet gasps of air you let out are all the forest hears in the aftermath. sae’s lips brush against your shoulder, your neck, and your lips over and over again as he catches his own breath. the smile you give him is soft when he finally meets your eyes. But it’s not until you offer up a silent nod does he finally give a small smile back.

and as wordlessly as the two of you started, he sinks down to his knees, hikes a leg over his shoulder, and gives you his tongue in all the right ways.

“then make me yours, sae itoshi.” 

☁️ for u and sae!

:0 thank you for the ask ily nonnie!

☁️ - whats your nighttime routine? is it easy for you guys to fall asleep or does it take awhile? do you have anything you do before bed, like reading or journaling?

we talk about our day together! if he's complaining about teammates or people around him, he lets me play with his hair and litter kisses all over his face (♡︶♡) when i'm having a bad day, he holds me close and caresses my hair!! however sometimes when i cant sleep i doodle and draw sketches of him :0 or i doodle on him, he doesn't mind! what about you, nonnie? ( ´ ▽ ` )

˚ ୨୧⋆ 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⎯⎯ itoshi sae x reader ft. shidou ryusei

wc: 3.7k. cw: nsfw, inc*st/stepc*st (open to interpretation), fem reader. consensual voyeurism, cucking (sae), hints of dubcon & dacryphilia, slight anal play, one mention of ryusei having a tramp stamp hehe. unhealthy relationships/dynamics. this is filth 'nd i'm not sorry ! ꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱

it's almost agonizing, the amount of red hot pleasure ryusei is putting you through - something far more intense than you've ever bargained for when giving your brother's friend that sweet, doe-eyed look. perhaps you should've listened when sae-nii told you that the blonde is no good, teeth too sharp for your tender skin and mouth too vile for the innocent, gullible mind.

but you're a stubborn little thing.

sae knows it all too well, you've always been like that after all - heart too kind for your own good and eyes awfully curious, always settling on the very things he warned you to stay away from. he should've stopped the idea from spiraling into something so very real - but if your (probably one and only) flaw is that naive, airheaded nature, then sae's must be the horrid, overwhelming yearning to see his lovely imouto ruined.

the redhead feels his chest grow all too hot as he watches the scene in front of him unfold. he could've sworn he's put you through enough filth to defile you, scrub away any trace of innocence - but apparently, ryusei really is a whole different fucking breed.

he must be - 'cause god, sae's never seen nor heard you in such state.

a shudder rips through your brother's chest, jolting him back into full awareness when you squeal, and soon enough, his vision sharpens again. tan, golden fingers tangle in your hair as shidou forces your head up from where it's pressed into the pillows. sae relishes in the way your eyes rolled back into your skull and mouth desperately hangs agape, struggling for a breath, a wheeze, anything - but the firm, rapid rhythm of his thrusts makes something so trivial as breathing impossible.

"holy fucking hell," the box blonde whistles, a crude sound that cuts through the air. "what, cat got ya' tongue now, baby?"

soft little mewls drip from your mouth, saliva pooling at the corners of your plump lips, and sae can't help but roll his eyes despite the uncomfortable throb that wakes in his pants at the sight. (when exactly did you pick up that weird drooling thing from your other brother? he doesn't tolerate the thought that maybe, he just hasn't ever gotten you to this point of mindless slobbering just yet.)

ryusei leans in when the first few babbled sounds leave your throat, incoherent with how heavy your tongue sits in your mouth. deemed unable to speak, you whine between hiccupy moans that only grow louder with each feverish thrust inside your cunt. he curls his broad frame over your back, breathing laboriously by your jaw as he listens for any cogent thought.

a laugh rumbles through his chest when he hears none. as if to force it, he crams his cock all the way up, until you jolt under his weight and give a little cry when the spongy head kisses your cervix.

"ryu-usei," you whine pitifully, a nasally, honeyed tune that makes sae's tummy simmer with need once it reaches his ears. "you're- s' de-ep!"

a condescending coo vibrates against your ear when the blonde presses an awfully tender skin to the spot just behind it. the contrast between his feverish thrusts and sickly sweet kisses turn your brains into mush.

when ryusei speaks, it's merely a white noise, muffled despite the close proximity between you.

"too deep, sweets? should've listened to your nii-chan," he laughs, as if truly amused by your disordered state. "he told ya m' a handful, didn't he?"

you force a little nod, and as if on cue, the rosy-eyed pushes you cheek-down on the mattress to face the man in question.

with your heart thumping in your throat, you swallow back a gasp when your gaze meets sae's. he looks pretty like this - with few first buttons of his silk white shirt undone, gracing you with a sliver of smooth skin, now flushed with what only you can recognize as arousal. as you glance over at the midfielder, you notice him spreading his legs just a tad wider, probably to ease the discomfort in his crotch, and note the way his eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinizes you.

ryusei swears he just felt you squeeze him tighter.

he doesn't pay it much mind, anyway. yeah, it was a little odd when sae first mentioned the only two rules for tonight - one, him in the room with you two at all times, and two, no fucking kissing - but, hey, he's not the one to look a gifted horse in the mouth. the prodigy has always been a little weird about you, too, giving you annoyed looks and rolling his eyes at your bubbly presence only to snarl at a poor soul that dared glance your way the very next second. maybe it's just how siblings are - a weird kinda push-and-pull with a sprinkle of unhealthy attachment.

well, it's not like he knows anythin' about it, nor does he give a single fuck.

not when you're here, pussy creaming on his cock and milking every single drop outta him as you squirm and whimper like he's putting you through the worst abuse ever.

drawing his hips back sloppily, ryusei glances down to where the plump meat of your ass squishes against the top of his quads. a groan rumbles through his chest, guttural as he reaches his other hand to land a harsh smack to one of the cheeks, rough fingertips soon digging into the plush - sure to leave marks for days to follow.

sae winces slightly at the sound, melting into one sick contortion with your surprised squeal, and moves his eyes to where ryusei pulls your cheeks apart. he prods his thumb at your tight little rim and you seize up, moans choked and stuttered between forceful thrusts that just won't let up. as if it wasn't enough, the man tilts his head a little lower, gathering a load of saliva in his mouth before spitting right above where his digit presses against your hole. it's lewd, overwhelming and if it wasn't for the striker's other hand holding your head in place, you would've dug it into the sheets with shame and embarrassment.

but you can't do that. instead, you ever so obediently keep your eyes forward, a little bleary still as you hold sae's gaze. your vision tunnels when ryusei presses down on your face with more force, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs along with sputtered little gasps.

you can still make out the little taunting smile that pulls at the corners of sae's mouth, charmed by your faux struggle. it’s nothing he’s never done to you before.

"look at that," a low hum resonates from above you when eventually, ryusei's finger slips right inside with ease, thanks to the additional lubrication, as makeshift as it is. "fuck, there ya go, little one."

you moan quietly, wet lashes fluttering at the delightful intrusion. as if instinctively, your hips lift off the bed in a sharp movement, pushing ryu's finger even deeper, up until the second knuckle.

you can almost hear the grin crack through his features, all teeth and borderline crazed at the way your body reacts to him.

"i think you're a little liar," the striker drawls, a throaty groan meddling with his words. "no fuckin' way you're not sneakin' behind his back, baby. you're a propher little nympho."

there's this bubbling, searing feel that's been building steadily in your tummy, and it now only grows stronger at the unintentional praise. your hips jerk against the mattress, eyes rolling backwards to meet ryusei's cherry pink gaze instead, and you both miss the way sae's hand grabs at the now achingly hard bulge pressing against the zipper of his pants.

his chest grows unbearably hot, pulse throbbing in his ears in an irregular rhythm that matches the one against his palm when he languidly squeezes himself. even through the layers of fabric, sae feels his cock fucking leak, resting heavy against the inside of his thigh and twitching with every sweet, airy sound his friend forces out of you.

ryusei isn't dumb per se, but god, he's dense for not coming to realization with any of it.

sae shudders, shoulders tense when he straightens himself and clears his vision a little. he does it just in time to see the man in question pull out of you, drawing a gasp from your swollen mouth, only to manhandle you to your back in a fluid, yet slightly rough move.

your brother almost hears the way your breath catches in your throat, heart rabbiting against your ribcage when ryusei easily mauls your legs around his waist. he digs his fingers in the doughy flesh of your hips, pulling them up slightly as he aligns himself again, and to both his and sae's surprise, you push at his chest weakly.

ryu huffs slightly, strands of icy blonde falling into his eyes as he glares down at your teary, flushed face. "what?"

you gasp when he ignores your nudging, instead prodding at your hole again, cockhead hot and slick on your lips as he slides it between them in teasing, short strokes.

"'sei, wait-" you whine in protest, hand smacking against one of his hard pecs, nails momentarily cutting through the tawny, glistening skin. "that's s'much, too much."

you're breathy, chest rising and falling so rapidly, you might as well be choking on air. the striker furrows his brows in confusion, chest heaving as he takes note of your drowsy eyes, simmering with tears and gleaming with euphoria - so contrary to your little fuss. he only rolls his eyes at the little drawled out mewls that come tumbling out your loud little mouth with each nudge on your clit, and assumes there's nothing to watch out for in the end. he eases your legs around his waist, your ankles locking at the small of his back - right where the cheeky, rough ink seeps into his brown skin - and rolls his hips forward.

head tipping back at the sting, you feel your walls stretch and accommodate to ryusei's girth all over again. his tip knocks against all the swollen spots on his way in and you whine tearfully. it's too much - all of it. he's good, awfully so, and your head feels like it's filled with cotton, stripped away from a single coherent thought. the pleasure rolls through every nerve, icy cold with the way it makes every muscle shudder, and yet it really does make you think you're on the verge of breaking.

sae-nii was a little right, after all - but it's not like you'll admit it and give him that pleasure. ryusei is a little too much than you can handle, despite how delirious he drives you, and even if every sheepish glance and desperate touch his way makes your heart flutter with silly infatuation.

"ryusei," you cry out again, and there's even a little sniffle to top off the fit. "'said- too much, fuck."

there's one thing about you that brings sae to white hot annoyance - you're whiny. perhaps it's your wide, glossy eyes and how they seem to have a way with him, granting you your every wish. maybe it just stuck to him from your adolescent years, a typical dynamic for all siblings, blood bound or not - but god does it bring him to the verge of insanity sometimes. he feels his eye twitch as you arch your back, a pretty, smooth curve that only makes your tits press further against ryusei's chiseled chest. you're squirming away, little sounds of complaint blending into the athlete's hoarse grunts and your own high-pitched moans.

sae waits, just a little bit more; gives you a chance, if you will. he only does it 'cause he's nice, and actually wants you to try and fix this attitude yourself before he steps in. after all, he knows you best - sees you in such dumb, fucked out state all too often - and he's sure you're not truly anywhere near your limit just yet.

but you don't take on the opportunity and grab at ryuisei's wrist instead when his palm goes to curl around your neck, hot and pulsating with every rapid beat of your heart. rose-colored irises lour as they settle on your face and make out just the faintest trace of a pout, more playful than truly sorrowful.

a startled yelp rolls off your tongue when a set of blunt nails digs into the supple skin on your throat, a consequence of ryu tightening his grip on your airways. you sputter for air as he gives you a firm shove, head hitting the mattress with more force this time, as if to assert his dominance.

"behave."

sae suddenly interjects from his spot on the armchair, and if only he wasn't so exasperated, he would've laughed at how quickly both of you snapped your heads in his direction.

it's low as he speaks, voice still merely a monotone hum, a warning laced between words. ryusei drags himself along your walls, drawing a strangled sound from your lips, but to his surprise, it's nowhere as desperate nor tinny as moments before.

the blonde breathes out a laugh, head tilting as his mouth stretches into a shit-eating grin when he glances over at sae. "hah? you gotta come and make m-"

sae fixes him a look, one that almost comes off as disgusted when he frowns, brows knit together. he gives the man an once-over before sighing exasperatedly, cracking his neck as he gets up from his seat.

"wasn't talking to you, pervert." he mutters, closing the gap between him and the bed in three long strides and eventually crouching down next to it.

above you, ryusei notices his hips stutter slightly, irises sharpening when the look on your face drops and makes way for a whole another expression - something he hasn't really seen on your pretty face yet. he watches as your lips part and eyes almost hurriedly follow sae's movements as he props his elbows up on his knees, leaning in closer.

in a way, you almost look nervous, if your widening eyes and labored breathing is anything to go by. there's something about this dewy appearance, a little anxious and somewhat pliant, that makes ryusei's gut stir with interest and excitement. the coil only tightens some more when sae suddenly reaches for your face, holding your jaw in a firm grip that has you yelping in surprise.

sae's eyes narrow slightly as he zones in on your face, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your cheeks until they squish into one of these cute, irresistible pouts he knows and loves. your whimper catches in your throat and he huffs.

"stop being a brat." the redhead utters, emerald gaze piercing right through you, in all your aroused, puzzled entirety. you're getting off on this - the delightful sting from his hold, ryusei's dumbfounded stare as his movements slow in confusion. in fact, sae can almost hear the cogs turn in the faux blonde's head while he watches your interaction. he's slowly catching up, sae supposes, and the shattered holy shit he groans out only confirms his suspicions.

it's already hard enough for you to focus on anything else but ryusei and the way he grinds himself into you. slow and deep, his hips fit snugly against yours with every languid stroke that prods at all the overstimulated spots. you can feel his hand slide from your neck to your chest, fingers spreading along one of your breasts, groping at the flesh roughly as if to ground himself. truly, it's already enough to make your senses mush, a fuzzy, suffocating feeling rising in every cell.

sae's there to make it worse.

"nii-chan," you stutter, breathy as you intuitively, subconsciously lean into his touch. it's as if every nerve screams to take more. "i'm-"

"shh." he cuts in, only tightening his grip. "feels good, doesn't it?"

you can feel ryusei pick up a steady rhythm, resuming his previous pace, and the way he bullies himself into you over and over, abusing the tender flesh, puts you in a state that's nothing short of delirious. crystal clear tears gather along your lashline, mixing with the already smudged mascara, and your vision blurs.

through the haze, you can make out sae's blown pupils, alert and sharp despite how hooded his eyes are. heavy with arousal, his lashes flutter as he glances down to your lips, still luring him in, begging to steal a kiss or two, then some.

"sae-nii." you whimper again, and you almost sound in pain, sae realizes. you just might be, from the way ryusei doesn't let up his brutal pace, hips hammering into yours. you would've gone flying off the bed if it wasn't for the deathgrip they both have on you.

he doesn't mind your hand reaching for his wrist instead, clammy fingers gripping him for any sort of comfort. "think you can be good for me?" he breathes out, chest shuddering with every exhale. each of ryusei's overbearingly loud noises seems muffled by this point, but sae has to admit the way they mell into one with your sickly sweet mewls does indeed sound unbearably hot. the strain in the front of his pants might just drive him crazy any second, but that's something to worry about later.

right now, his focus is eerily pin-point, entirely on you and each of your wretched, tender reactions.

"m-mhm," you slur, sae's grip effectively turning your words into gibberish. you sound, look so dumb, so fucked out of any substantial thought. his eyes sharpen, fingers unrelenting in their hold, but you can tell from the way his jugular bobs up and down that he's losing composure fast. "pl-pleas-e, will be good f'yew, niichan."

a fresh wave of tears spills down your heated cheeks, soaking between sae's fingers. he knows what you need, notices the yearning, pleading look you give when peering up at him. by this point, it's second nature. you're easier to read than the back of his hand.

it's downright filthy, all teeth and tongue as sae kisses you, mouth molding against yours as he licks into it with vigour. you're drooling a little, just a tad too eager, but sae doesn't actually mind. not when the warmth in his own chest is almost lethal, euphoria in every breath as he devours you, inch by inch, greedy hands roughly grabbing at every exposed piece of flesh.

ryusei fucks a little too well for someone as shell-shocked as he is - or should be, at least. it doesn't seem like he's all that affected, yet alone bothered by the taboo that plays out right for him to witness. if anything, this twisted sort of infatuation between you and sae and the sticky sweet, slick sounds you make when kissing your brother so eagerly may be just the very things to haul him over the edge.

"shit, shit- m' gonna cum, fuck, i'm filling ya up." the striker drawls out, blood rushing between his ears as he chases the familiar sensation. somewhere between unrelenting thrusts and throaty, treacly groans, he slips his other hand between your thighs - only to find sae's fingers already there, rubbing sloppy circles into the throbbing nub.

"don't y' dare," sae grunts, the warning muffled by your tongue lapping at his own still. (god, ryusei thinks, you're gonna make him choke on you, and the entirety of this sick and twisted whatever you two are.) "have some fucking manners, idiot."

he ignores the whining sound that slips past ryusei's mouth, all of his attention on you now as he selfishly, greedily gobbles up every stammering gasp right from your lips. sae feels them wobble, tongue heavy against his own as you struggle to keep up between the irregular bucking of your hips against his palm and ryu's cock still pistoning in and out of your creaming cunt. you're close, he can tell - doesn't even need to listen to your desperate, hiccupy mewls.

"i know, i know," he could've cringed at how slurred his words come out, but there's no place for any shame anymore. sae feels your poor little clit jolt under his touch, rubbed raw from his fingers that only press down harder on the nub with each of ryusei's thrusts.

"cum for me, 'mouto. show me, 's okay."

you start to tremble in his hold, breath hot on his mouth as you babble without a drop of sense, and ryusei holds your hips down while he crams his cock against the sweetest spots. sae can only imagine how tight it feels, to be plowing into you as your little pussy swells and creams, quivering with an orgasm so intense your voice dies in your throat. he wonders how sick it is of him to get this phantom sensation as he watches you fall apart and grip onto him for dear life - his cock twitches against his pants, and it's almost as if he can feel you ooze around him and squeeze his girth so hard, nothing else could ever compare.

sae's almost jealous, wishes that it could be him you were clamping down on in ecstasy. but he's nice tonight. he's a good brother, and an even better lover. (perhaps one ties closely with the other.) just once, he can be generous and grant you your silly wish of having your favorite striker fuck you unconscious - it's not like it matters in the long run.

it doesn't really matter, as long as he is the one carving your sloppy, eager cunt to his shape; branding the supple skin of your décolletage with marks that scream ownership. and it's always him, and you're always so obedient and pliant, a perfect doll for him and all his desires, as carnal as they might be. maybe giving in to your pleading, bambi eyes, therefore allowing all of this to happen, wasn't actually that bad of an idea, sae thinks. he doesn't mind spoiling you rotten, not at all.

in the end, it's still him your bleary eyes search for as pleasure consumes you. it's his name on your lips as you fall apart.

a/n: some time ago, nonnie said: what abt... possibly... sae watchin shidou fuck his sister... and i say: ૮ /////// ა mmmhmm. yea i like the sound of that !

i love my mutuals let's hold hands an d skip around, ok?

˚ ୨୧ ⋆ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝒽𝑎𝑟𝑚’𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦

@katasstrophy requested: rin + hate sex // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wc: 2.2k. cw: nsfw, hurt/no comfort, semi-public sex, toxic relationships, slight dacryphilia & cervix fucking. ꒰ minors + ageless blogs dni ꒱

Rin Itoshi knows how to bring you to tears.

He does it with much more ease than you suppose he'd think, your interactions ending with frustration collecting along your lashes in crystalline drops more often than not.

Then again, it starts to feel like he's well aware of it and ready to use it against you.

He's overwhelming, pressing you into the cement wall without a care for the exposed skin of your back, now burning from friction as he keeps you hoisted up in place. Each forceful thrust punches a bit more air from your lungs than the last and one of Rin's large hands cupping your mouth shut firmly doesn't help in easing the burn sparking deep inside your chest.

Your brows furrow - you're not sure whether it happens from pleasure or frustration - and the look you send the striker's way is nothing but pitiful, Rin realizes.

It's pitiful and miserable and makes his cock twitch inside of you so hard, he almost thinks he's coming already.

"Don't fucking look at me like that," Rin rasps, but his own eyes leer at you with no shame or restraint. The turquoise sits bright around his lust-blown pupils and makes him look all the scarier than he should.

With a low grunt, he bottoms out inside of you again, the flared, oozing head hitting right at your cervix. Your lashes flutter, thick and clumped with mascara that threatens to spill down your cheeks along with the tears that start to steadily stream down, then soak into Rin's skin as he keeps your mouth shut still.

It hurts, but you suppose it has to. It should. You wonder if it's some sick form of further punishment for ever letting Itoshi into your life - as if the whirlwind in your mind and growing void in your chest were not enough already.

The thought sits bitter in the back of your head, even if he's turned your brains to mush, filled your skull with cotton and incoherence. It never quite goes away, but now it makes your grip on Rin's hair tighten, pulling at the roots until you feel him jerk.

He would've doubled over from the sudden rush of pain if it wasn't for the fact that one) he's rutting into you so feverishly, it's almost as if he's leaning the wall along with you, and two) he actually really fucking enjoys it.

He'd rather drop dead - maybe give up the World Cup, even - than admit it, even if it's a state of things that you're both very well aware of already.

You yelp against the clammy hand still pressed to your mouth as soon as Rin's pace quickens. Each forward roll of his hips is calculated, pin-point precise with how he's bullying himself against your now swollen cervix. It sends an electrifying spark up your spine, renders you limp in the athlete's hold as white noise rises between your ears. He could truly fuck you unconscious if he wanted to.

"Rin," it's muffled when you cry, head rolling back, knocking against the wall. Your hips instinctively search for his, eager to take more of him in, as if in defiance of your will and sense of pride.

"Shut up," he forces out, breathy and choked and even from your current angle you're able to notice how his mouth hangs open. He's gasping for air, the unrelenting and brutal pace surely taking a toll on him, even with this ungodly stamina. "Please, fuck, don't- don't."

You've always had it in you to make the world's number one crumble and fall to his knees in front of you - the same pair that could carry him through the field within seconds. He wouldn't mind scarring them, wrenching beyond repair, as long as it was in your name. You tear him up, rip away every layer he's been so diligently wearing since years. An armor of sorts, one that you were once willing to ease off his shoulders and make way for your tender, healing love.

As Rin watches your eyes roll back and feels your nails leave scarlet crescent moons on his back, he starts doubting if the will ever died down.

Would you still allow him to touch you like this if it did? Would you withstand the stark contrast between his usual, daily indifference and harsh, ice cold treatment when he's inside you like this, using every minute he's been given with you?

Rin grunts as he readjusts his grip on your ass, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh as he hauls you up, pulling your hips flush against his own. You're close, he can feel it, from the way your clit throbs untouched against his pelvis to the tale-telling swell of your cunt around his leaking cock.

Why are you still here? Why do you keep whimpering his name like it's all you've ever known?

Dark green strands stick to his forehead, matted with sweat as Rin squeezes his eyes closed, an attempt to shut you out. You and that stupid fucking love-struck look that he knows all to well to ignore when it simmers behind your irises, peering up at him just to spite him.

He groans into the crook of your neck, where you didn't even notice his head has fallen. He's rutting himself inside of you, each thrust knocking your backbone into the wall, bruising you for days to follow. Rin only ever does it because he knows you'll look at the marks later and that the sight will eat you alive.

Your plush, doughy walls squeeze him abruptly, warmth oozing around the very base of Rin's heavy cock, and your lips part in bliss. Your nails rake down his back, eliciting a sound that probably turned out way whinier than he would've liked, and you tug him close, until he has to adjust his balance if he wants to keep fucking into you like that. (He does. God, he will fuck you stupid if it's the last thing he does.)

"Harder," you hiccup, almost meekly, but the way your claws stay cutting through his milky skin makes up for the borderline pleading tone. "Fuck me harder, Rin, can't you?”

He nearly growls by your ear, tongue wet against your pulse point as you can feel his canine press against it, like he wants to rip your throat out. You think he kind of does. "Fuck you." Rin spits, plowing into you deeper. He fills you up to the hilt and stays there for a split second, using the momentum to reach a hand up and wind his fingers around your throat.

Pulling away, he looks at you and relishes in the way your eyes grow unfocused, cheeks heating up from asphyxia. You can tell he wants to sneer at you, hurt you more than any grip on your airways ever could, but his gaze is too feverish, too desperate; it gives him away, his crumbling resolve.

Your legs start to tremble around his waist, soles of your shoes digging into the small of his back. Rin breathes, labored and heavy as your hands wander underneath his sweater, leaving a burn in their wake when your nails drag across the broad of his back.

"You- ha-ah- you like this." you manage to let out, squeaky and airy as Rin's grip on your neck tightens. He's almost single-handedly moving you around as if you're merely a doll in his hold, and the realization makes the coil in your tummy tighten. "You do." you utter in a voice so small, Rin could shatter into pieces. And fuck, he loathes it, he does, he really, really does.

And so,

"I hate you." he gasps, chest rumbling as he sucks in a breath. He's chasing his high, his rhythm growing unsteady and jittery but still, his cock reaches all the swollen hidden spots inside of you. When Rin notices his vision blur slightly with ecstasy, he repeats, afraid his point didn't get across with all the euphoria sneaking into every breath. "I fucking hate you."

You bite back a sob, emotion lodged in your throat. You shake your head, or at least attempt to, and feel Rin's cock swell inside of you, twitching every so often as the impending climax licks at his spine. Your fingers twitch to wipe at the drool shining on his chin, clinging to the lips you can only dream of properly kissing, or touching at all.

You want to ridicule him, point it out - make him feel as small as only his brother ever could. A delusional part of you tries to convince you it's what he deserves, for putting you through so much sorrow and longing that your heart will never heal from. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Sadly, there’s one simple truth about you, and why you’re hurting the way you are:

You hate Rin Itoshi for the same reason you cry for him. The deeply unfair, persistent, inalienable fear of being loved, the one that made him shut out everyone else.

Your breathing quickens and Rin's hand shakes around your neck, grip lethal. Electricity starts to roll up your spine in time with your lover's telling groan, guttural and choked.

"You don't."

Rin's pretty when he falls apart. Your words strike the right spot, frail and vulnerable, and it sends him crumbling down. His eyes roll backwards, hair falling on his forehead and jaw locking in pleasure, every muscle in his tall frame taut as he rides out his orgasm. He's never looked this large yet vulnerable at once.

This time, his face falters in a different way, and you wish you could make out the emotion that displays on his features, but your own climax takes up every ounce of your being. You cling to him, moans laced through with incoherent blabbers of his name, and for a second you forget all about your surroundings. Half-minded, Rin tucks your head into the crook of his neck and God, he's sure he starts coming all over again when you bite at his shoulder forcefully to keep quiet. It hurts like hell, even through the thick wool of his turtleneck. What stings more is the realization that he will like looking back at the mark later.

You're not entirely sure how much time passes until the heat dies down, your limbs no longer fuzzy, lungs not feeling like sandpaper anymore. Rin catches on before you do, though, and knocks you back into awareness when he carefully yet swiftly eases you down on the ground. (He pulls the hem of your skirt down haphazardly, and hopes that you, too, think that it's just muscle memory by this point.)

Heavy breathing resonates in the training facility corridor, almost bouncing off the gray walls. With each next labored sound, it only seems to grow even louder, overwhelming to the point you just hold your breath in momentarily until the erratic jitter of your heart slows down.

It always only ever ends like this. It's more of a silent agreement between the two of you than anything else. You pull your panties back on and wince slightly when some of Rin's cum soils it immediately upon putting it on; you tidy your hair a little and wipe the fallout from under your bleary eyes, then check for your office keys, mind already moving onto work, where it should've been all this time.

Rin fixes his sweater, pulls his boxers back up, then does his belt. He swings the training bag over his shoulder and runs a hand through his bangs, pushing them out of his eyes as he glances towards you. The blank expression is back, splayed over the features that held so much emotion for you just mere moments ago. Hatred, disdain, longing - you don't care whatever it is.

You yearn for the way Rin showed you anything at all.

Twirling the keys around your finger, you peer up at him, but it seems like your gaze focuses anywhere but at Rin. You don't speak much afterwards, perhaps both too afraid to let everything spill out, but it's not like you hold proper conversations anywhere else either. It's bitter, the taste sitting on the back of your tongue when you think of how different things were, but came crashing down what seemed like overnight.

If Rin feels alike, then he doesn't let it show. He waits with you - for what, God only knows - and stands there, tall and broad, eyes unwavering.

"You coming to the game tomorrow?" He cuts through the silence, eventually, and you don't want to look up at him again. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your gaze spark up with feelings of hope that seemingly just runs free inside of you by this point.

You keep your eyes somewhere behind his shoulder instead, humming under your breath, as if in thought even though your mind's made up already.

"No," you say softly. The gentle tune of your voice makes Rin's stomach churn. It's almost like you, too, start to sound indifferent to it all, building the same wall he's put up to keep you away. "No, I don't think so."

If only you would have glanced at him, even in shameless curiosity. But you don't, and you miss the way his gaze softens in what could be letdown, only to harden split seconds afterwards.

Rin fixes you with one last look, gaze lingering from head to toe before he eventually turns on his heel. Only then do you focus your gaze on his back as he heads down the corridor, then pushes down on the handle.

He almost wavers in his spot. Then, before the door can fall shut behind him, he regards you one last time.

"Good."

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