Sae Who Can Be Sooo Insufferable When He Lies In Between Ur Legs And Presses The Sweetest, Gentle Kisses

sae who can be sooo insufferable when he lies in between ur legs and presses the sweetest, gentle kisses to the front of your panties :( emerald eyes taunting as they watch the way your chest shudders and head lulls to the side, almost dreamily so, and thighs tense under the warmth of his hands as he keeps them spread :( he does it again, kisses your cunt almost tenderly — again, and then some more, until the words he aches for finally slip past your mouth, honeyed and airy. please, daddy, you hiccup, fingers gentle as ever as they lace in his hair, and he groans against you, lids heavy with need. good girl.

HAIII sorry i’ve been so ia work is kicking my ASS i hope y’all r staying safe mwa

by any chance do you write for naoya 👉👈 ,,,big brother naoya and him with his sweet little obedient sister 👉👈 he makes her sit on his lap during a clan meeting or something public where he touches her secretly ahsgdjsgd;;;;;

Tags: incest!! Antis and minors DNI pleaseeee I’m not responsible for the content you do or do not consume!!! I know the meeting part isn’t like accurate and not how meetings go traditionally in the Zenin clan but whatever :3

Ee this is so cute 😭 okayyy but sitting on big bro Naoya’s lap maybe while at a meeting that’s supposed to be formal but he insists on letting his little sister sit on his lap… :< and of course they don’t say anything about it because he’s just so intimidating!??

But while they think you just share a very close, and innocently enough, relationship with each other, he has his big hand tucked underneath your skirt, two of his fingers slowly sliding in and out of your poor cunt, all while you’re trying to keep quiet so you don’t ruin this big opportunity for big bro Naoya.

Your juices paint his digits, clenching around them tightly while also trying to keep your breathing even and steady. Your hand clings onto his leg, occasional gasps falling from your lips that you pray no one notices.

“Can’t—“ you whisper in his ear after tilting your head back just a bit, a pout gracing your lips when Naoya laughs it off.

“Shh,” Naoya raises his other hand and presses his index finger to his lips, slowly shaking his head which makes you whine. In response, a cheeky grin tugs at his lips before he pays your cheek, turning his attention back to the meeting, keeping his digits slow and steady not only to keep the noises down, but also to fuck with you.

Naoya’s long fingers carefully sliding in and out of your wet pussy so casually as if this was just another Tuesday, your walls warm and tight around him. Your squirming doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone else in the room, but when someone brings it up, Naoya is quick to dismiss it, saying, “oh, sweet girl’s just a bit tired.” Yes, the way he addresses you is a bit… odd, but they don’t mention it.

“Too much…” you mumble as quietly as you can, attempting to subtly grind against your big brother’s wrist.

“Uh-uh, behave,” so you do, putting a halt to your hips but you do look down at his hand with a pout. “I know you can take it, be quiet, okay?”

“Mkay,” you huff and raise your wrists to your eyes to rub them. It’s too much, Naoya’s so mean for making his own sister keep quiet, right? Knowing what he’s doing, too!

“Tell you what,” he begins, “after this meeting, when we get home, I’ll give you eve you want, yeah? Only if you behave though.” In response to that, you eagerly nod your head, a wide smile falling upon your glossy lips. “Aw, that’s a good girl…”

🍭 u && sae

🍭- who has the sweet tooth?

WELL.. certainly me!

sae loves to spoil me with sweets because he knows how much i love them ; almost as much as i love him! <3 however occasionally i love to treat him as well by getting him cake and strawberry chocolates!

ty for the ask, feel free to drop more!

i can’t stop thinking about riding sae’s thighs >x<

his THIGHS!!! need them asap...... hes my babygirl did yk that ❗❓

nsfw — a little thing where u ride sae's thighs, semi public <3

compared to when you first met him, he’s bolder than you would have expected. 

sure, he always had this bluntness about him. it was evident from the moment he had asked for your number upon your initial meeting. and followed that up by asking if you were free sometime next afternoon. but he was quiet. he liked his soccer, goals only he could score. he liked his peace, with just the right amount of quiet that only you seemed to provide. whenever you spotted him at the library, or at a store, he was always modestly dressed as he kept to himself in a corner of the room. 

he was unlike any guy you had ever had the honor of meeting in all your years growing up. so how did he reveal to you that he was one of the most famous soccer players? that’s a story for another day. and just how did you become the secret darling no one must know of? a similar, yet longer story. but alas, for another day. but then... how did you end up here? in this position? with so many around?

it’s a story you could tell. 

“ w-wait,  sae!”

if only he would let you have your thoughts back. 

“ shh. there is no need to worry,” sae's cold yet heartwarming laugh fills your ears. on most occasions, you would have found the sound to be sweet. a comforting melody that only your fiance could bring. but there’s no room for comfort. there’s no room for sweet. because while the look on his face may be warm and so lovely, you can’t help but think with your burning cheeks and your growing embarrassment and arousal that he is neither warm nor lovely in this moment. but rather- far too adventurous than what you’re used to. “no one will notice.”

“ b-but … sae… ”

ah,  but that’s the thing.

“enjoy yourself, my dear. Let me make you feel good.  no one will know .” 

you  know . and you  know  that this is something you could only dream about. at least, before  him.

wandering eyes are a possibility, even if he promises you that they wouldn’t. and traveling sounds always have a chance when it comes to those with ears most keen. but being seen and being heard- that’s not what makes your head spin. at least, not  all  that makes your head spin. because there’s something that weighs heavier on your chest as everything happens. something that you know with all your heart and your soul that you cannot bear alone. something you have to ask sae to take care of for you because you know you just  can’t. 

you used to think he was like you. but you know that’s not it. and could he be? with his hands rolled over your bare skin, traveling up your thighs and under your dress as he pulled you closer to him while he sat in the middle of his rubble-filled hideout. and those long fingers of his- they found their home in all the dips and crevices and curves of your skin with gentle touches laced with lust. and it  scares  you how quickly he’s able to get you to step out of your panties despite his fellow teammates just mere feet away. almost as much as it terrifies you just how  badly  you desired to feel his leg between yours in that moment. almost as much as it horrified you when you realized that feeling? 

It wasn’t enough. 

So you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and you buried your head in his chest. And that’s where it remains in these moments as those long fingers circle your waist and roll your hips along his thigh. It’s an odd feeling, that you can’t say you’ve gotten used to even after all these times. It’s different from your own fingers that you resorted to using when the nights were tough and lonely before you met him. And even  more  different than the toys you resorted to buying when all you could think about  was  him. And somehow- you would call this better in the worst ways. 

the brushes of the fabric of his silky pants against your sensitive clit never fails to send small jolts of pleasure up and down your body. a position that should have been so awkward and unenjoyable ends up making you feel so  hot . so bothered and so needy. it’s as if the thought of making a wet little mess of his clothes turns you on. It’s as if the feeling of having your movements controlled so subtly in order to receive your pleasure makes you aroused. it’s as humping your fiance’s thigh like the little  whore  you never knew yourself to be while all his teammates are in the other room- it’s like it makes you feel  alive . finally, fully, and completely  alive.

and you just don’t know what to do with this feeling. You don’t know what to do with it at all.

his soft, black winter coat soaks up your quiet moans and for that you’re thankful. if it weren’t for his coat or the presence of people, you knew he would have wanted you louder. as loud as you could get for as long he could get you. but for now, he’ll accept your sharp breaths and your tiny whimpers as the muscles underneath you flex in a way that somehow manages to go directly to your clit. And he’ll continue to guide you into grinding into him as he leans in and steals a kiss or two or three from your now-swollen lips. perhaps even a fourth one, now that you keep looking at him with that dazed expression of yours.

but that will come later. for now, his forehead will rest against yours and his eyes will peer into your own. and to the outside world, you would hope that the gesture looks innocent. that the gesture looks adoring. lovely. sweet. comforting, even. but to you both, the truth couldn’t be farther away. it couldn’t be more daring. more secretive and hidden. at least, you’d like to think that. though it’s not quite easy now that sae's pace with your hips is starting to grow faster, and you’re starting to get just a tad bit louder. but you’re sure it will be fine. sae will take care of it. your fiance will find a way to make everything work out. the eyes that may wander. the ears that may hear. all of it.  he’ll even handle the scent of sex starting to waft through the air. just like he seems to be handling that extremely familiar pit growing in your stomach a little too well. after all, it’s just like he once told you:

Fortune seems to favor the bold . 

no backtalk | multi.

words : 862

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, choking, squirting, mating press, backshots, dumbification <3

you squeak as your boyfriend pressed you further into the mattress, his heavy hand resting on your upper back, slotted just between your shoulder blades, forcing you into the meanest arch possible as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

his thrusts were deep in this position, and the sheer force of his strokes left you sobbing. with three orgasms having already been ripped from you previously - two from his thick fingers, and one from his mouth - your body has since gone limp, your mind buzzing with euphoric numbness.

“s-s’too deep, baby!”

your whines were hardly audible over the wet squelching of your pussy as he met you thrust for thrust, but from the sound of his airy laugh, you knew your boyfriend heard you loud and clear.

“too deep?” there was a teasing lilt to the low rumble of his voice. “you told me you could take it, sweetheart.”

oh, you know what you said, but that was the hennessy talking.

having been with your boyfriend for the past seven months, you felt that some liquid courage was required before telling him - the man with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, and a cocky attitude to match - that you were finally ready for sex.

truth be told, drunk-you talked a big game. while you were normally shy and reserved, she had the confidence sober-you wished she could exude. your mind raced with flashbacks of you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, whispering to him that you wanted to be stuffed full with his cock, boasting that you weren’t one for tapping out.

it was then when you realized that you bit off more than you could chew.

your breath catches after one particularly vicious thrust, feeling the bulbous head of his dick drag repeatedly against that spot deep within you that made you tremble and keen uncontrollably. though your cries were cut short when the hand keeping you molded to the mattress slithered around your throat, lifting you from your arch and pressing your back to his chest.

“and after all that backtalk.” he tsks, the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear making you shudder. “i knew i’d have you dumb on my dick.”

you whimpered at the low timbre of his voice, nearing the precipice of your desire for a fourth time that night as his other hand snaked around to your front to rub tight circles on your clit. the overwhelming sensation makes your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and pussy clenching as he continued to fuck you raw.

“shit,” he hissed, “you’re so fucking tight.”

he trembles behind you, groaning in your ear with each new thrust into your wet heat. a breathless giggle escaped your lips - you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful at the thought of bringing such pleasure to a man whose body and stature were akin to a fucking god. that feeling was short-lived, though.

without any warning, he pulls out before manhandling you onto your back, towering above you with a feral glint in his eyes. he licked his lips at the sight of you - faux locs falling from your loose bun, bare breasts jiggling with each heaving breath, and shaky inner thighs glistening with your wet, creamy arousal.

you were absolutely breathtaking.

“so fucking pretty,” he hums, pushing your thighs to your chest to give himself a better view of your pussy. and without missing a beat he gripped his dick, pumping it a few times before slapping it against your clit.

you cry out, your eyes soon widening as he then teased your entrance with his tip, the slight stretch of his dick from this angle dangerous enough to make you delirious with both pain and pleasure.

“w-wait, wait!” you gasped, pressing against his abdomen the moment he sank a few inches deeper. “s’too much!”

“nah, move your hands,” he challenged. “you said you wanted to be full of my dick, right? let me fill you then.”

he bottoms out in one swift thrust before you can react, knocking the air from your lungs but still giving you a moment to adjust. it’s ridiculous how deep you could feel him - he was practically in your tummy.

“can’t believe you kept this pussy from me for seven months,” he seethes, but you hardly registered his words, or his tightened grip on your thighs. that blissful numbness in your brain had increased tenfold - nothing else mattered except how amazingly full you felt in that moment.

and then he started moving.

you screamed as the head of his dick attacked that spot within you once more - hard, heavy, and with timely precision - your voice reaching octaves neither of you were used to. the sensation had you quivering, your arousal suddenly squirting around his dick as your fourth orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“fuuuck,” your boyfriend groaned as he fucked you through it, shuddering at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. it nearly triggered his own release, but he managed to hold off, craving to have you completely and utterly pliant before finally giving into his primal urges.

“i hope you know we’re not done here, sweetheart.”

gojo, eren, toji, zeke, geto, reiner, choso, jean, and any of your faves <3