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[adoringolio]

ADORINGOLIO ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ alyssa ⋆ ★ black ⋆· ༘ twenty-four

olio → used as a noun to describe a jumbled mixture, assortment, or potpourri of different things that do not necessarily belong together.

✧ masterlist ↦ hq blog : @adoringhaikyuu | mha blog : @adoringmha | jjk blog : @adoring-jjk

RECENT WORKS: (* = smut)

→ nagi loves to keep his eyes on you *

→ kunigami can only be soft for so long *

→ aomine is an ass man *

→ the one exception where midorima gets filthy *

[adoringolio]

looked up knb edits on tik tok now my feed is full of knb content, so many fans still talking about it today i love it

[adoringolio]

the one exception where midorima likes to get dirty • nsfw mdni 18+

midorima is a strict and proper man. he requires order and planning. he hates messes and anything dirty. he's even particular with his words.

except when it comes to you. then, he gets downright filthy and vulgar.

"look at this cunt just swallowing me up." his eyes are entranced where you're both connected, your wetness dripping from your opening onto his cock, the shlick as audible as if it were contributing to the conversation.

you whine and writhe under him, though you can't move much with his hands holding you down, fingertips digging into you as he moves without thought, slamming his hips against you. his mouth is open, air sharply leaving his lips as he gets lost in the pleasure.

"whose sloppy cunt is this? tell me."

"mm–" you bite your lip and moan in surprise, cutting yourself off when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. you look up at him with glossy eyes, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and in shintaro's mind you've never looked more beautiful.

he throbs inside you, eyes fluttering as he continues to pound into you.

"it's yours shin, all yours."

his lips curve up unconsciously, smug. "that's right."

[adoringolio]

the one exception where midorima likes to get dirty • nsfw mdni 18+

midorima is a strict and proper man. he requires order and planning. he hates messes and anything dirty. he's even particular with his words.

except when it comes to you. then, he gets downright filthy and vulgar.

"look at this cunt just swallowing me up." his eyes are entranced where you're both connected, your wetness dripping from your opening onto his cock, the shlick as audible as if it were contributing to the conversation.

you whine and writhe under him, though you can't move much with his hands holding you down, fingertips digging into you as he moves without thought, slamming his hips against you. his mouth is open, air sharply leaving his lips as he gets lost in the pleasure.

"whose sloppy cunt is this? tell me."

"mm–" you bite your lip and moan in surprise, cutting yourself off when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. you look up at him with glossy eyes, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and in shintaro's mind you've never looked more beautiful.

he throbs inside you, eyes fluttering as he continues to pound into you.

"it's yours shin, all yours."

his lips curve up unconsciously, smug. "that's right."

[fleurdelysx]

‎𝜗୧⠀⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀⠀mayday - midorima shintaro x reader ♡ ۪ㅤ◞ ྀ

about: midorima is in a desperate need of a stress reliever after loosing his match against akashi and rakuzan. who's better for the task than his loving girlfriend?

tw: unprotected sex, p in v, cumming inside, degradation (praise too!), impact, bodily fluids, shintaro is a meanie, manhandling, aftercare included

note: english is not my first language so apologies for any mistakes!!

nsfw content ahead, minors dni!

you were watching the match from the tribunes, your fingers gripping the hem of the orange shutoku jersey while your eyes were glued to the war between your boyfriend and his former captain that was currently happening on the court. you had all the faith in midorima and his teammates but the end of the last quarter was approaching fast and shutoku's score wasn't going up.

you could see the silent frustration and anger in shintaro's eyes with each basket scored by rakuzan and you didn't even realize you were holding your breath until you heard the buzzer. they lost.

the next parts were an honest blur between getting off the tribunes, shouting after midorima in the hallways, coming back home to his apartment and getting thrown on the bed. shintaro's lips were on yours in seconds, roughly claiming the heated kiss and pushing his tongue inside while tearing off your clothes. "fucking akashi!' he growled in between kisses, pinning you underneath him. "...humiliated me in front of everyone" he was mumbling more to himself rather than to you, stopping only for a second to pull back and take off your underwear. your cheeks flushed red under his hungry gaze while his hands roamed around your naked body, his skilled fingers quickly finding your pussy. he slapped your clit, which resulted in a surprise moan escaping your lips. midorima didn't waste a second and put two of his fingers in your mouth. "suck" he ordered in a voice that sent shivers down your spine and to your pussy.

"shin-chan-n" you moaned around his fingers once again before he took them out and put them inside in a swift motion, which made you arch your back.

"shut up" he said in an annoyed voice and kissed his way down your jawline to your breasts while his skilled fingers were moving in and out of your (now soaked) pussy. "for once just shut the fuck up and take it" he ordered once again and could feel the way you clenched after hearing his voice. "i didn't know my girlfriend was such a slut" midorima said with a cocky grin on his face while his free hand was pinching one of your nipples.

"oh, shin-ngh! shin!" you whined, already overstimulated just by his voice and the way he was using you just to cool off. the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and you could feel yourself starting to loose control. "m'close, m'so close shin…"

"tell me baby, tell me what you want" he demanded, voice low next to your ear, increasing the speed of his fingers. "use your words doll."

"c-cum... i- i want to cum s-shin-chan!" you begged, your own fingers gently pulling him closer by his hair and the back of his neck. "pleasee!"

he chuckled in response, amazed by how quickly you can become a babbling mess. "come on doll, show me how much you like when i treat you like this-" he breathed onto your neck. you immediately clenched while the wave of pleasure shot through you. you screamed out his name like a mantra, over and over again until you were out of breath. he took the soaked fingers out of your pussy, coated in your cum. "so sweet" he mumbled while licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "so fucking sweet". he repeated before showing you this damn cocky grin again and manhandling your spent body, flipping you over on your stomach. "ass up" he ordered and you quickly complied, too eager to finally have him inside you.

"f-fuck, shin-chan... please" you whined into your pillow, which resulted in a hard smack on your ass. "ah!" you arched your back, your pussy pulsing in response to the rough treatment.

"fine..." midorima said in his usual annoyed voice, his palm once again landing on your skin. "act like a slut, get treated like a fucking slut." he enters into you in one swift motion, bottoming out already, which was met with a load moan muffled by the pillows. shintaro wasted no time and picked up his pace, his balls slapping on your clit with each hard thrust. "pussy's so fucking greedy-" he rasps, one of his hands gripping your waist while the other stays firmly on the back on your head, pushing you even more into the pillow. "so fucking tight, gripping my cock so hard, ah-, that's what you needed right?"

"ngh! p-please, slow down!" you pleaded with tears streaming down your cheeks. "t-too much!"

"nah, your pussy disagrees." he laughed while moaning on his own. "she doesn't want me to slow down." another hard slap landed on your already pink ass. "s-shit, who cares about fucking akashi when i can just stuff you full each time i want." he punctuated with a hard thrust after each word. "you want that doll? hm? want my ah-, my cum?"

"yes! yes! s'much!" you moaned while clenching hard around his cock. "pleaseee-"

"f-fuck!" midorima grunted, giving you another slap before griping your neck and pulling you up, your back touching his chest. "i’ll gladly breed you, princess." he rasped while picking up the pace. "open your mouth" you immediately complied and he smirked before spitting directly on your tongue. midorima didn't give you a second to respond as his lips quickly found yours in another heated kiss. you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and you knew he was closed too - his dick was twitching non stop inside your pussy. "ngh- s'good" he mumbled before moaning, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "take it- take it all doll." he said as you started feeling his cum filling you up inside. you whined and melted into his touch while your own orgasm overtook you, your pussy milking his cock dry.

both of you collapsed on the bed, sheets full of sweat and other fluids. midorima quickly pulled you onto him, wrapping your body with both his arms.

"shin-chan..." you panted into his chest, still feeling the mix of your cum leaking out of your abused pussy.

"shh.." he said quietly. "m'sorry baby." he cooed while his fingers were gently scratching your head in a soothing motion. "might have gone too far."

"n-no.." you whimpered. "it felt s'good" you assured him, nuzzling into his chest.

"you did so good princess, i’m proud of you." he said quietly, his hug tightening even more. you laid like this for a good few minutes before he gently picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. you didn’t lift a finger for the rest of the night - midorima washed your body and hair himself before wrapping you in his clothes and getting you back on the bed. he quickly prepped some instant ramen and brought it back to you with water. you didn’t even know when exactly did you fall asleep but he never left your side, sleeping right behind you with his hands wrapped tightly around your body.

oh my goooood i rewatched knb some time ago and remembered how much i love midorima ^^

[kurawrko]

in the end, they’re just a bunch of boys playing basketball

[nxrvqna]

post match loss sex is your guilty pleasure. you’d never say it aloud, but sometimes you liked it when your boyfriend’s team lost. the clench in his jaw, the irritated bouncing of his leg, the constant running of his fingers through his hair. it meant that when you two got home, he’d fold your legs backwards, threatening to snap you in half and jackhammer into you like no tomorrow. he doesn’t even shower, just flips your skirt and tugs your panties to the side to feast his eyes on your soaked cunt.

he channels his rage into pounding your cunny, fucking you like his life is on the line. chasing his high becomes tunnel vision for him. his cock maps out your gummy walls, not a single ridge left untouched. “f-fuck, if he had actually l-listened-“ he unsheathes himself before bottoming out again, and you let out a squeal from the sensation, mind clouded. “-could’ve done the play i brought up so many fuckin’ times- fuck!”

your knees are knocking against your temples, and despite his onslaught on your poor pussy, and it being the fourth orgasm he’s coaxing out of you, you’re managing to string together some words. “m-mph! babe- please! -ngh! oh fuck-“

he looks down at you, really looks down at you, halting his ranting. his cheeks flushed, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. he lets out a huff, bottom lip pulled taut between his teeth. “sorry, hun, m’jus’ so worked up- ah fuck, from this stupid match, oh shit yes-“ he thumbs at your clit, drawing sloppy figure eights. “you close, baby?” you nod skittishly, and he laughs breathily. “you’re too good to me, letting me pound this shit outta this little pussy.”

your boyfriend could apologise all he wants, but frankly you did not mind one bit. you were doing your rightful girl-friendly duty by being his stress reliever.

[cornballeatpaper]

New drawing im working on^^ wip! Gotta draw izuku next lol

[kurawrko]

i miss them everyday 💔

[adoringolio]

rewatching kuroko’s basketball has me thinking thoughts abt aomine • nsfw mdni • characters are aged up 24+

aomine is definitely an ass man, hand always subconsciously finding its place on your ass, getting a good grip.

when you walk by him, his eyes find it immediately like a sleaze (but only for you), hand whipping out quickly to smack it. he smirks when you yelp or playfully tell him to knock it off, knowing you’d be annoyed if he actually did stop.

if you bend over near him, he’ll of course smack it, but he’ll even go a step further and come up behind you, hands gripping your waist, as he presses his hard-on into you (yes he got hard just from seeing you in that position.)

and doggy is of course his favorite position, he loves seeing it jiggle as his hips slam against your skin, the plap sound echoing with your moans and his grunts and curses. “fuuck baby look at this ass, look at you. you take it so well don’t you.”

he grins as you fuck back into him, eager for his spanks and praise, which he gives with pleasure. “all for me." he spanks you hard and you moan almost desperately, making him bite his lip and throb inside you. "this ass is mine, fuck.”

[cursed-carmine]

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[adoringolio]

rewatching kuroko’s basketball has me thinking thoughts abt aomine • nsfw mdni • characters are aged up 24+

aomine is definitely an ass man, hand always subconsciously finding its place on your ass, getting a good grip.

when you walk by him, his eyes find it immediately like a sleaze (but only for you), hand whipping out quickly to smack it. he smirks when you yelp or playfully tell him to knock it off, knowing you’d be annoyed if he actually did stop.

if you bend over near him, he’ll of course smack it, but he’ll even go a step further and come up behind you, hands gripping your waist, as he presses his hard-on into you (yes he got hard just from seeing you in that position.)

and doggy is of course his favorite position, he loves seeing it jiggle as his hips slam against your skin, the plap sound echoing with your moans and his grunts and curses. “fuuck baby look at this ass, look at you. you take it so well don’t you.”

he grins as you fuck back into him, eager for his spanks and praise, which he gives with pleasure. “all for me." he spanks you hard and you moan almost desperately, making him bite his lip and throb inside you. "this ass is mine, fuck.”

[dorkerdiaries]

18+. rating knb men off of if they groan or whimper.

kuroko: he’s on the softer side of whimpering, almost edging on gasps. it’s as if he’s not really there, and you’re simply bouncing on a dildo. when he’s so silent is it really bad to compare him to one anyway? to add to this “living dildo” theory, his sex drive is nearly nonexistent. occasionally, he may initiate sex, but you’re the one who starts things almost every time. he lets you stay in control, going along with whatever you need. he’ll play with your breasts in that specific way you like, tilt his dick just the right amount, and hold your arms behind your back when you ask. those little acts are the only way he can think to show how much he enjoys his time with you.

kagami: his signature sounds are a hiss when pulling back and a groan when fully seethed inside of you. but don’t be fooled by his tough-guy act. the moment his hips tremble and his balls tighten, he lets out soft whimpers– sorry no, shaky exhales. very wobbly exhales with his eyes tightly shut. he’s more considerate in bed than people expect. even when doing something as simple as biting down on his necklace to prevent it from hitting you, he’s careful. when eating you out, he never grabs your hips with full strength to keep you from “running away,” as he calls it. he won’t say it outright, but he just wants to make you feel good. so please, stop moving. it will feel better that way, dont you agree?

akashi: would you be bold enough to truly assume an emperor would ever whimper? he groans, mixing in soft huffs. there’s something strangely sexy about how quiet yet seductive his sounds are, making you submit every time. he has a subconscious competition with you to see who lasts longer. naturally, since he has never lost, you always end up cumming before him. on rare, rare, rare occasions, you might cum just once before he does. most of the time, he makes sure you have as many orgasms as possible before he finishes. it’s quite impressive, if you knew at least. adding to his already high superiority complex, you will never get to be on top, looking down at him while you grind against him. whether you suck him off to the moon and back or it’s your birthday, it doesn’t matter. your place is beneath him, taking every inch without dispute.

midorima: he is surprisingly stoic for his age, honestly. he groans when he hits a deep spot or when the moment is right, but mostly he remains silent except for quiet exhales through his nose. it’s not as awkward as it sounds. you’re usually too lost in the moment to notice his quietness. he never fails to miss your g-spot with the precision of his perfect three-pointers, the man terrifyingly confident in his ability to make you cum within just a few strokes. his fingers are skilled for good reason too. after all, he reaches those deep spots you never knew existed. you can’t even touch yourself the same way anymore, not with how spoiled you are with oh so skilled midorima.

aomine: groaner, groaner, groaner, who knows he sounds sexy. despite his arrogant personality, the worst thing about him is that he knows exactly how wet you get from his voice. the moment he gets you in bed, it’s never ending teases mixed with heavy huffs and puffs. your pussy clings to him like a vice, which only amplifies his obnoxious noises to be louder. when he spreads your legs, he groans exaggeratedly from how wet you are, watching your pussy helplessly clench on nothing. no matter what, he’ll give you a slap or two on your ass, or tease you by pulling out until only the tip remains, just to hear you whine. you’d hate him if he weren’t so goddamn hot.

murasakibara: this man whimpers. he doesn't care much for holding it in, no matter how hard you cover his mouth. it only makes him throb more, especially when he grabs your hand to lick and suck your fingers as if they were a popsicle. his voice is always so high-pitched and needy, especially when you’re on top. he sounds almost as desperate as you do when he eats you out. he offers help by lifting you up and down on his dick occasionally, but he’s too pussy drunk to register exactly how loud he is. in the morning, you might find a note on your door asking to keep it down, but he always throws it away, saying, “they’re just jealous.”

kise: he despises the fact that he whimpers. it’s the bane of his being, truly. he’s supposed to be a role model, a super cool guy, ya know? but what would he do if anyone who idolizes him found out that just one stroke inside you has him gasping and choking for air? he bites your shoulder hard whenever he shudders and picks up speed, then licks the spot to soothe your skin. the poor guy is a mess. but his favorite way to quiet himself? it’s by eating you out while you jerk him off. it makes his spine tingle, and the vibrations from all his moaning always helps you cum harder than the last.

[swxxtchxrrixs]

i love ur isgai and kaiser fic wht are the chances you do one w rin and nagi🫣👀👀

i gotchu anon let me COOK this is quite literally one of the hottest things i've ever written

your best friend seishiro nagi is annoyed that you assume he can't fuck, so your boyfriend rin itoshi allows him to prove you wrong

warnings ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, female!reader, light drinking, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, semi clothed sex, dom!nagi because he's sick of being underestimated (he's mean and i'm folded), rinny being a good cuckold highkey, some degradation (not that crazy y'all i promise its hot as FUCK), nipple play, fingering, oral (f&m), face fucking, pussy slapping, edging, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby), finger sucking, hair pulling, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, cum shots, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, lots of banter, dirty talk

wc ⋆.˚ 3k

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

for the past few months, your friday nights have been as follows: inviting your best friend, seishiro nagi, and your new boyfriend, rin itoshi, over for some drinks and either a game or a movie. 

rin’s already laughing at nagi’s less than stellar reaction time as he loses uno to him for the fifth time in a row. you’re in the kitchen currently, mixing a second drink for each of you. 

“uno,” rin smirks, speaking before nagi has the chance to.

“c’mon, dude,” nagi groans, throwing his head back against the couch irritably, “how do you keep beating me?”

rin snorts. “do you… even know how long it takes you to realize you have one card left?”

nagi rolls his eyes and tsks. “whatever, let’s just play something else.”

“awww,” rin pouts mockingly, “is someone upset?”

“shut up.”

you shake your head with a smile as you approach the living room again, carefully placing the drinks atop the coffee table. they were always teasing each other, and it made your heart swell with warmth knowing that your two favourite people were getting along well. 

rin’s a little tipsy by now, taking a sip of his rum and coke before suggesting, “why don’t we play truth or dare?”

“are we fucking five?” nagi looks at him like he’s ridiculous for even recommending such a thing.

“what?” rin is smug as he leans forward onto his knees, teasing, “you scared?”

“fuck, no,” he scoffs, “it’s just stupid.”

rin is severely unconvinced. “hm. right.”

the alcohol courses through your veins enough that you’re in agreement with rin. “i think it’d be kinda fun,” you shrug, “i mean, i’m sure we’ve all got juicy secrets yet to be shared,” you rub your hands together cunningly. 

nagi lifts his brow at you with his arms crossed. “you’re serious?”

“yes,” you answer simply, “now stop being a grump and play.”

he rolls his eyes. “fine.”

things are seemingly light until your spin lands on nagi. he picks truth, which he soon learns is a mistake. the liquor in your bloodstream mixes with long-term curiosity and you ask him the burning question, “ever fucked anyone?”

rin freezes beside you, surprised you asked him that when you’re dating, let alone sitting right next to him. but, nonetheless, he’s invested and wants to know, too, the nosy bastard. he huffs out a small laugh, watching nagi intently as he finishes the last sip of his drink. “brutal,” he teases.

nagi’s lips part, debating whether he should answer or not. yeah, he and you were best friends, but you didn’t discuss sex much– it just never seemed to come up in conversation.

“uh,” he scratches the back of his head, “yeah, i have.”

you gasp. “you're lying. there’s no way seishiro nagi has fucked someone before.”

“and why not?” he challenges. “what’s got you so convinced i couldn’t bag someone?”

“it’s not that,” you laugh, “i just have a hard time believing you’d be any good at it.”

“hey,” rin nudges you with a light chuckle, “leave the poor guy alone.”

you throw your hands up in protest. “he’s just too laid-back!”

nagi tsks. “you know i’m right here and can hear you, right?”

“sorry, sei,” you sigh, “i’m sure you’re a great lover–”

“thank you,” he hisses sarcastically.

“–but, like, did she come?”

the whole room goes quiet. rin’s trying to stifle his laughter, and you’re clearly trying to get under nagi’s skin, the alcohol refusing to let up. 

“dude,” nagi’s eyes widen at you, “just quit while you’re ahead.”

you’re laughing uncontrollably now, “oh, c’mon, sei! do you even know where the clit is?”

“y/n,” he warns.

“babe,” rin giggles, “i think you’re pushing it too far.”

“but i need to know!”

“do you?” nagi cuts in. 

you cross your arms with stubborn hmph. “yes.”

nagi’s already mad that you keep teasing him. and he’s pissed you’re assuming he doesn’t know how to pleasure a woman. his ego is bruised and he doesn’t give a fuck that your boyfriend is in the same room anymore. 

“fine, then,” he says curtly, standing up from the couch. you just watch as his body rises, lips resting on the rim of your solo cup, “if you wanna know so bad, then let me fuck you right now to prove it.”

rin stops laughing and you nearly drop your cup into your lap.

“w–what?” you stutter, cheeks turning hot and stomach flipping. you place your drink down slowly on the coffee table.

“you fucking heard me.” nagi’s voice is so demanding and it’s making your thighs clench. “let. me. fuck. you.”

rin’s lips slowly turn upwards into a cocky smile as his eyes shift from nagi to you. he notices the way you’re shaking, the way you’re actually excited and wanting what nagi’s suggesting.

“i–i–,”

nagi chuckles darkly. “lost for words now? you afraid to find out you’re wrong?” he stops in front of you still seated on the couch and leans over, placing his hands on the cushions behind your head as his lips fall beside your ear. “afraid that i’ll ruin you?”

rin’s overheating, buzzing with energy. “fuck,” he huffs, “that’d be so hot to watch.”

your eyes flicker to him for a moment. “you’re… okay with this?”

he nods, leaning back onto his palms. “don’t refuse on my account,” he licks his lips. your gaze drops to his lap for a moment and you immediately notice the bulge. “i can take care of myself.” 

your breaths are quiet, but the way your chest heaves makes your feelings clear to the both of them. nagi’s still standing in front of you waiting for an answer. when you finally make eye contact, you immediately fumble. he chuckles, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“so, what’s it gonna be?” he hums.

you want to look away, but you can’t. he’s got you utterly hypnotized. “o–okay,” you say, voice barely above the whisper.

“what was that?” he thrums. “speak up.”

“yes,” you swallow, answering him louder and with more confidence. “fuck me, sei.”

rin hums in amusement beside the two of you, leaning back against the couch. “put on a good show for me.” he adds slyly. 

nagi has an expression you’ve never seen before, one that’s wicked and intentional, like you just gave him a pass to fuck up your entire life. he reaches down to grab your waist, lifting you up to reposition your body, spine on the seat of the couch, so he’s now hovering over you. you can hear your heart thumping wildly through the silence. nagi pokes his tongue with his cheek, then leans down to kiss you. he’s soft at first, the pink muscle steadily rolling into your mouth, but it doesn’t last for long. he’s gripping at your sides, slipping his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and playing with your tits as he kisses you sloppily.

“no bra?” he chuckles against your mouth, “what a needy bitch.”

you gasp as he pinches your nipples, head pushing further into the cushions. rin inhales sharply a few feet away, and you hear the clang of him unbuckling his belt.

“shit,” he huffs, watching the way you squirm from nagi’s touch, the way your tongues collide with passion. his hand sneaks beneath the waistband of his boxers and he begins to palm himself. “fuck her real good for me, sei.”

nagi’s not listening to a word he says. he’s way too focused on the way your cunt is soaking through your panties and pressing against his leg. you’re dripping so much that he can feel it through the fabric of his jeans.

“mmm, baby,” he hums, breaking the kiss with a bite to your bottom lip. your soft whines make his dick twitch. “gonna eat you out now, okay?” his head dips lower and you’re already grabbing his hair. he chuckles, snaking his fingers up your thighs to curl around the straps of your underwear. “bet you wore a skirt tonight hoping to be ruined, hm?” he taunts, groaning as he tosses your soaked lace aside and sees your pretty little cunt in all her glory. “fuck,” he exhales, “you’re soaking the damn couch.” he shifts his body to the side enough so rin can have a look. “you see this?” he sounds shocked, “fuck, your girl is a freak. getting wet over fucking another man.”

rin frees himself completely, fist slowly stroking his length as he just stares– stares at the way your pussy throbs, at the way your lips part, at the way your chest lifts and falls with lust. “filthy,” he breathes, moving just a bit faster, “she’s fucking filthy.”

you want to say something, but your attempt is cut off by nagi’s tongue hotly pressing against your clit. you jolt and close around his head, shoving him harder into your cunt by the hold you still have on his hair. “fuck!” you cry.

he pries your thighs apart aggressively, then slaps your pussy threateningly. you yelp. “stay the fuck open,” he hisses, “i need to feel every inch of this sweet cunt.” he utilizes his shoulders the best he can to keep you wide and obedient as he reaches deep inside of you with his fingers and tongue licking fervently at your clit. “best fucking pussy,” he hums into your folds, “never tasted anyone like you.”

“make her squirt f’me,” rin moans, thumb sliding over his white beaded tip, eyes hooded with pure desire of watching his girlfriend get wrecked by her best friend. 

nagi pauses for a minute to turn his head as he glares at rin. “don’t tell me what to fucking do.” somehow, rin trying to guide him pisses him off enough that he returns to your cunt with a merciless pace, pointer and middle from both of his hands scissoring into your dripping hole as he laps and slurps at your bundle of nerves all a mess, your arousal and juices practically coating his entire face and hands. you moan loudly every time you catch the sight of his glistening lips lift from your sex to breathe,

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry, thrusting your hips violently against his face, “s–shit, sei,” you choke, back arching as his fingers curl just right, “gonna c-come–”

“huh, that’s funny,” he smirks, pulling away from you abruptly. your near orgasm leaves you immediately and you glare at him, “thought you said i didn’t know how to make a girl do that?”

“y–you–,” he looks so smug that you want to slap him, “fuck you.”

“oh, you will,” his eyes are dark, enticing– he isn’t even fucking close to being finished with you yet. he unbuttons his pants and tosses them onto the floor before picking you up by your hips and placing you forcefully atop his thighs. you whimper as his shaft brushes against your puffy clit. “‘m gonna slide this slutty pussy on my fucking cock until i decide we’re finished, you got that?” the way he’s speaking to you, so mean and demanding, already has you weak in the knees. he licks his teeth, then glances over at rin. “get over here,” he says to him, “she’s gonna be a good girl and suck your cock while i make a fucking mess on her.”

rin’s by your side in a heartbeat, sweaty hands combing through your hair as he slaps his wet, sticky tip against your already parted lips. he looks at you hungrily, gripping at your strands. “gonna let me ruin your mouth while he destroys your pretty cunt, hm?”

“y–yes,” you whimper, eyes so glossy and fucked-out as you look up at him that he’s already shoving his cock down your throat. you choke, eyes rolling as you slurp his thick, veiny length, swallowing the salty precum.

nagi growls as he watches you take all of him, the sounds so sinful that he’s already sliding his shaft fervently against your pussy lips. “fuck, yeah,” he huffs, “taking him like a bitch. you’re so good, baby, so proud of you.” he matches his pace with rin’s brutal thrusts into your mouth, twitching against your clit with each filthy, pornographic choke that slips out of your stuffed face. “god, look at you,” his pants are heavy and ragged, nails digging into your hips as he slides desperately between your slick folds, “can feel you pulsing against my cock, sweetheart.” he releases a raspy groan as his thighs shake, hot spurts of cum landing all over your skirt he never removed. “fuck, fuck,” he hisses, eyes dazed from decorating your pretty clothing, “look what you made me do, baby.”

rin’s completely lost in you sucking him off, nearing the edge with each graze of your teeth against his sensitive vein. “yeah, baby,” he moans, “i’m so close– fuck– keep taking me just like that.” nagi slides himself inside of your needy hole, bottoming you out immediately from how fucking soaked you are. your muffled groans send shock waves through rin’s entire body and he comes, filling your mouth to the brim with his hot seed. “fuuuuuck,” he gasps, riding out his high with short, hard thrusts, “milk me baby, shit!”

as soon as he pulls out of your mouth, you’re a loud sobbing mess because nagi is brutally pistoning into you, unforgiving and trying to make a point. he leans forward to wrap his arms around your body, using his intense grip on the nape of your neck to guide you relentlessly up and down his cock.

“s–sei!” you scream, an arm reaching out to the side to grab rin for leverage. he grabs your wrist and shoves your fingers into his mouth, circling his tongue and moaning pathetically over your digits. it overwhelms your senses, and your eyes start to water. “f–fuck, i’m so sensitive– i–”

“you can take it, sweetheart,” nagi grits his teeth, snaking a few fingers into your hair to tug and you whimper. “i know you can.”

“i–,” you choke on your words, eyes rolling violently as you feel a hand press against your clit. rin’s toying with you now, but not for long. 

nagi tsks, slapping his hand away. “don’t fucking touch her, not unless i say so. this is my time to ruin her.”

rin quite literally cowers away in the moment. he was more submissive than he thought.

you’re so fucked-out that you can barely breathe, cunt clenching around nagi’s cock desperately, burying every fucking inch of his length inside of you. “‘mmmm’gonna come–” you slur, gasping for air, as your head falls limp, “i–i can feel– fuck,” your mouth falls wide open as you let out an ungodly moan, body begining to shake violently against his thighs, “oh, fuck!”

“now,” nagi hisses at rin, “touch her greedy little cunt and make her squirt all over me.”

rin obliges, eyes razor-focused on every little expression your face makes as you teeter the edge, the tension in your stomach ready to snap at any moment. your palms bear down firmly against nagi’s chest, uncontrollable pants and whimpers oozing out of you whilst you slide your cunt along his leaky, thick cock. 

“fuck, you’re so depserate,” nagi thrums, “fucking riding me like a slut, you need to come that bad, baby?”

“i need it!” you scream, throat cracking, “i f–fucking need it,” rin’s fingers are working fervently on your bundle of nerves as his lips meet your throat, your body seizing up from the intense sensations from all angles. “fuck– oh my god, fuck!” you cry, hot cum pouring out of your pulsing hole all over nagi’s thighs. 

he growls loudly, speeding up his pace as he watches his cock move in and out of you, splashing your sweet nectar all over your leftover clothing. “jesus christ,” he hisses, “you’re so fucking sexy, y/n– god– fuck, i don’t want to stop fucking you.” he gasps loudly as he releases his load a second time, relentless bucking of his hips stuffing his cum back up into your walls. “you feel so fucking perfect around me.”

rin’s drooling at the sight of you and nagi so fucking wrecked from each other, watching as you collapse forward onto nagi’s chest once you two finally start to come down. rin drops himself beside you too, exhaling blissfully.

“holy fuck,” he exclaims, “that was hot.”

“yeah,” nagi agrees, “shit.” he runs his fingers through your sweaty strands for a few moments before gently propping your chin up enough to look you in the face. “so?” his lips curve into a lazy, exhausted smirk, “still think i can’t make a girl come?”

you want to say no, but you’re still feeling too strong of a desire to tease him further. you bite your lip with a smile, making it seem like you’re about to complement him. “well, you had rin’s help, didn’t you?”

rin bursts out laughing. nagi’s smile instantly fades and he groans, throwing his head back and cupping his face with his hands. “fuck off,” he sighs, “you’re actually insufferable.”

you giggle, leaning forward and pressing your glistening, red lips just below his ear. he sighs, melting into your touch immediately. “well, it just means you have to try again,” you purr. you feel nagi twitch below you. “you know, without rinny here.”

rin should be mad about the suggestion. but he’s not, because if this situation has taught him anything, it's that he is a fucking cuck. you meet his eyes and he smiles, lifting himself from the couch. you watch as he approaches the front door, slides on his sneakers, then grabs his keys to go home. nagi looks dumbfounded. you’re surprised yourself, but no one is complaining. he just looks back at you two, offering a salute. “have fun,” he coos, “text me tomorrow.”

slowly, you and nagi meet each other’s eyes again, confused and, well, still horny as fuck.

this time, nagi has you pinned to your bed, legs thrown over his shoulders as he wrecks your cunt for a good three hours more that night.

and he does, in fact, make you come. several times.

[swxxtchxrrixs]

hiii have you ever thought of writing a threesome with bachira and isagi? like the trope of the boyfriend letting his best friend f*ck his gf because he’s a virgin

YES OH MY GOD. i think that bachira is the dom one, i have this headcannon that he's actually so MEAN and would laugh in your face whilst ruining you (he's got that inner monster...) like hear me out!!!! isagi is def subby when it comes to this duo, like i feel like bachira is the only one he can let his defenses down around yk??

𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙏 ── .✦ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ

your boyfriend meguru bachira so kindly allows his virgin best friend yoichi isagi to fuck you

warnings ⋆.˚ smut, female!reader, threesome, virgin!isagi (bachi's such a good friend), vouyerism, degredation (oop hehe), dirty talk, exhibitionism, masturbation, handjob, mxm yipee it's so hot goddamn, both reader and bachira are softdom (maybe bachi's a little hard dom in parts too oop) and isagi is subby yumm, pet names (baby, honey), oral (m&f), cum eating, face grabbing, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, teasing, hair grabbing, light cum play (?), multiple orgasms, praise

wc ⋆.˚ 2.4k

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

there’s a loud thump originating from his best friend and roommate’s, meguru bachira, bedroom when yoichi isagi enters the apartment. it’s past midnight when he finally returns home from training; he’s a bit envious bachira had the day off.

yoichi pays it no mind, for the most part, hanging up his jacket, slipping out of his sneakers, then dropping his bag beside the loveseat in the living room before flopping down onto it.

he sighs, grabbing the tv remote. his finger ghosts the power button, but then someone moans down the hallway, and he freezes.

he’s listening now, slowly lowering his arm to place the remote back onto the end table. 

“bachi!” he hears you scream. slam. “oh my god!”

there’s a loud growl from bachira. bang. “fuck! come, baby, fall apart for me.”

this feels wrong; yoichi feels wrong listening in to you two clearly fucking. you and bachira have been dating for a few months now, and yoichi wasn’t stupid– of course you two fucked. but he has never actually heard you two going at it. and the poor, virgin boy can barely handle it.

his cock twitches in his gym shorts as his breath stutters. your sounds are only getting louder, and he can’t tell if it’s a blessing or curse. he looks down at the growing tent in his shorts, exhaling a frustrated huff. “shit,” he says, “what am i supposed to do about this?”

yoichi already knows what he’s going to do about it. the inexperienced man is a freak, but hides it well. he stands up from the loveseat, cautiously padding his feet over towards bachira’s bedroom. he expects the door to be closed when he reaches it, but it’s not, being cracked opened just enough that he can see part of your bare bodies intertwined. 

the headboard is bruising the pale yellow paint as bachira thrusts into you, palm slamming against the plaster for leverage. he throws his head back with a loud groan as he lifts your hips up off the bed to pound into your greedy hole. “such a filthy girl,” he hisses, “fucking dripping everywhere, you’re a mess.”

“o–only for you, bachi,” you whine, nails digging into his biceps, “you just m–make me feel s–so good!”

yochi can’t help it. his focus hones in on the way your tits bounce from each brutal thrust and bachira’s arms flexing and contracting. his hand snakes below his shorts as he begins to palm himself, slowly at first, careful not to make a sound. your throat cracks into the prettiest moan he’s ever fucking heard, and his groan escapes from his chest before he even has the chance to stop it. the room goes quiet, and both bachira’s and your eyes shoot towards the direction of the sound, growing wide when they see yoichi peeking around the cracked doorway.

“isagi?” bachira lifts his brow. and then he laughs, loud and obstreperous, hair falling loosely in front of his face as he drops his head forward to try and catch his breath. “holy fuck,” he sings, “you’re so naughty, watching us like a needy whore.”

“i-i–,” yoichi’s at a loss for words, whimpering as he cowers away. the man’s hand is still wrapped around his weeping cock underneath his shorts, the blob of precum visibly soiling his clothing. “fuck, it was just so loud– and i–,”

bachira’s smirk is evil, planning, as he slips away from you to sit up on his knees. the atmosphere is thick as you turn onto your side to look at yoichi, a dangerous smile resting on your face. he swallows hard.

“do you even feel sorry?” you coo, licking your lips hungrily, “you’re still fisting your pretty dick, honey.”

yoichi looks horrified as he drops his attention down to his shorts, quickly pulling his hand out of them and hiding it behind his back as if that would help anything. “i wasn’t– this isn’t– fuck.”

“we’re not mad, isa,” you hum, “i know it’s hard to resist when you’ve never been touched before.”

his eyes widen. “you told her?” he asks bachira, voice still shaky.

bachira shrugs. “sorry. kind of slipped out by accident.”

“why were you—,” yoichi’s a bit frustrated now, but it’s arousing him at the same time, his cock is still growing rock hard and begging for relief. “how did me being a virgin even come up in conversation?”

“because,” you start, “bachi and i here were hoping something like this would happen.” yoichi freezes, uneven breaths spilling from his mouth as he tries to wrap his head around what you’re saying. you… wanted this? wanted him to catch you two fucking? “you seem shocked, isa,” you purr, purposely sliding your fingertips from your neck down to your exposed breasts as you circle your perked nipples. “don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it. about the three of us, like this.” you let out an intentional, soft moan, not removing your eyes from him. his cock twitches and his heart pounds violently in his chest. “see?” you taunt, catching his reaction. “it’s written in your eyes you’ve been waiting for this moment.”

yoichi’s so fucking turned on, eyes flickering hastily between you, bachira, and his begging cock. he wants to move, but he feels paralyzed.

maybe he just needs some extra guidance. “c’mere, isagi,” bachira purrs, reaching out his hand to lure him closer. “if you want us, come get us.”

yoichi finds himself in the sheets with you two before he can even blink, clothing scattered on the floor, his body caged beneath bachira whilst your fingertips trail along his thighs temptingly. he whimpers, hands squeezing tightly around bachira’s shoulder blades.

bachira chuckles, leaning down closer to him until he’s hovering just above his lips. “are you ready?”

yoichi nods profusely, bachira swallowing his gasp as he closes the gap, tongue sliding deep into his mouth. your head drops to drag your teeth along his neck, nibbling gently at his skin as your hand finally lifts to wrap around his shaft. his body jerks as you fist him slowly, thumb teasing his leaky, white tip every time you reach the top of his base again. he’s already stuttering into your hands after ten seconds.

“oh, baby,” you coo, almost mocking, “you’re so sensitive.” yoichi’s squeezing his eyes shut tightly, pouring out muffled moans into bachira’s mouth as their tongues fold over one another, sloppy and desperate. you feel him twitch in your palms and you giggle, shifting your body downwards to wrap your mouth around him. he groans so hard he forces bachira off of him, head withering against the pillows from your tongue sliding across his thick, veiny length. 

“shit, shit!” he curses, hand reaching up to tug at bachira’s strands. bachira hums ecstatically as he watches all of yoichi’s pretty facial expressions and the way his body responds to your sweet, wet mouth. “i–i can’t last– mmm’gonna come–”

“that’s okay, isa,” you hum around his throbbing member, “you can let go for me. i’ll swallow every last drop.”

bachira feathers his fingers around yoichi’s jaw before he settles on gripping it, digging the tips into the hollows of his cheeks. yoichi cries out, thrusting pathetically into your warm, slick mouth as he begins to fall apart.

“that’s it,” bachira bites his lip in amusement, “come. fill her fucking mouth.”

with a loud, cracked groan, yoichi snaps, hot, milky semen flooding down your throat as he jolts his hips upwards, forehead beading with sweat. “oh– fuck!” he screams, “fuck– yeah, s–swallow it– shit, mmm’my god!”

bachira’s smiling so wide and proudly, lifting you off of yoichi’s cock by a firm, aggressive grip on your hair as he kisses you harshly, drinking up his cum, too. yoichi’s instantly hard again, not even fully come down from his orgasm, as he watches you two swap spit so filthily right in front of his face. bachira yanks your head back, forcing your neck to expose itself further. you cry from the painful pleasure as bachira’s tongue slides all over your throat.

“you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he hums, nibbling your pulse point. you gasp. “taking care of my best friend so perfectly. i love a bitch who listens well.”

“o–of course, baby,” you stutter, eyes rolling backwards. yoichi’s hand is on his thick cock again, chest heaving as he begins to palm himself impatiently at the sight of bachira marking your sweet skin. you notice him through your peripheral, breaking into a smirk. “mmm, isa wants more, bachi,” you hum, “he’s touching himself again, watching us.”

bachira breaks apart from you so messily, a line of stringy spit still connecting his lips to your throat. he turns his head and looks so excited. almost crazy. “oh, isa baby,” he laughs, “are you that depserate? pathetic.” a bead of white precum oozes out of yoichi’s bulbous, red tip from bachira’s degradation. “just how i like it.” he leans down and licks up the creamy, salty substance, laughing around his shaft as yoichi whines. “tastes so good.” he feels like he’s about to come again, but bachira stops, pulling away abruptly. “i can’t have you coming again without feeling my girlfriend’s pretty pussy, now, can i?”

“n–no,” yoichi shakes his head in compliance, “need to– need to feel her, fuck.”

bachira shifts to the side to allow you to move in front of yoichi. your eyes are dark, predatory, as you straddle his hips, teasing his engorge tip with your puffy clit. yoichi can’t stop staring at your pussy, it’s so pretty. so perfect. and he gets to lose his virginity to her? fuck.

“p–please,” he huffs, hands gripping firmly at your sides, “need it. need it so fucking bad.”

you want to edge him more, but your heart flutters at how sweet and desperate he looks beneath you. so you decide to give him exactly what he wants. you sink onto his chubby cock with an elongated sigh, lips parted and eyelids low, as you watch the look on his face. he’s staring into your eyes, pupils blown and drool pooling around the corners of his mouth.

“you’ve been doing so well tonight, isa,” you hum, steadily beginning to bounce on him, “you deserve to be rewarded.”

bachira’s head is at your core now, tongue protruding outwards to slide against your exposed clit. you cry, the sensation of the wet pink muscle and yoichi filling you up feeling so overwhelmingly perfect. yoichi’s hips falter as your arousal increases around him, loud panting breaths nearly outweighing your soft whines.

“y–you’re squeezing m–me,” yoichi observes, staring at the way he disappears in and out of you; the way your bundle of nerves visibly throbs with each lick of bachira’s tongue. “f–fuck, this feels– this feels incredible, jesus christ.”

“yeah?” you thrum, “you like being inside of me?”

“god, yeah,” he groans, body jolting as the ridges of your cunt drags along his sweet spot effortlessly. “w–wanna live inside of your pussy.”

you giggle at how needy he sounds, tits bounce faster as you pick up your pace, palms resting on yoichi’s shins as you lean backwards and arch your back to push him inside deeper. he chokes out a piercing moan, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back a little.

bachira growls into your clit, hands moving to hold yoichi still by his hips. “fuck, isa,” he chuckles, “you need to keep your ass still.”

“s–sorry– shit!” he mewls, plummeting towards the edge. “i’m– fuck, i can’t– coming– oh, god!”

“you wanna feel me, baby?” you ask, ass slapping against his muscular thighs with each lewd drop of our hips onto him, “want me to come on your pretty cock?”

“please– fuck, please, yes!” he screams, nails digging into your waist as his body begins to shake aggressively. “give me your cum, fuck– fuck!”

bachira cups your clit with a loud, messy slurp, pulling your sweet nectar out of you as you drip all over his best friend’s cock. with a satisfied hum, he lets you go with a sheathing pop, allowing you ride out your high with deep, erratic thrusts.

yoichi’s about to explode, his screams practically shattering the windows in the bedroom. 

“gonna come, isagi?” bachira taunts, fingers teasing his chin before he shoves them into his mouth. “you wanna fill up her pretty cunt?” yoichi’s eyes are completely glossed over and fucked out as they meet bachira’s. “yeah, you do, don’t you?” he nods, eyes rolling violent as he groans around his thick digits. “stuff her full, isa,” he demands, pushing his fingers in further. yoichi chokes, coil in his stomach about to snap. both you and bachira can sense he’s ready to fall apart at any moment. bachira laughs heinously before dropping his mouth over yoichi’s ear. “do it,” he grits his teeth. “now. fucking come.”

yoichi breaks, back folding aggressively as he shoots hot, white cum into your sensitive hole, your continuous clenching around his fat base drawing out every fucking drop of his release. you whine as you feel him stuff you to the hilt, eyes dropping to watch your releases ooze out of your bodies. 

“fuck, isa,” you exhale with an estacic chuckle, “you’re coming so much.”

“m’sorry, m’sorry,” he whimpers repeatedly, hips stuttering into you as he steadily comes to a still. “i–i couldn’t help it,” he says, “it just feels too good.”

“but you can help it,” bachira’s voice is low and mocking, “you’re just too fucking needy. such a slut.” 

yoichi groans in response. god, who knew he’d love being degraded so much, let alone by his best friend. bachira kisses his temple before falling at his side. you gently lift off of him, and he gasps at the sensitivity and mourns your absence. you ghost your lips along his chin before settling on his lips for a moment, caressing his face with your hands. he melts into you, heart calming from your sweet, nurturing touch. you slide onto his other side a second later, curling up against him. bachira’s arm is draped over his waist.

he gulps at a sudden realization and says, “i–i think you’ve ruined me. fuck.”

tags: @bachimeguru

[swxxtchxrrixs]

in which your ex michael kaiser provokes your new boyfriend yoichi isagi until he finally breaks

warnings ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, world cup au, female!reader, teasing, pet names (baby, sweetheart, babe), dirty talk, yoichi punches his ass lmfao, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, they're so MEAN im creaming, they both have filthy fucking mouths, face grabbing, praise, oral (f), fingering, squirting, cum eating, dom!isagi will be the death of me, some mxm yes gawd, hair grabbing, ass slapping, pussy slapping, finger sucking, choking, backshots, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, masturbation, multiple orgasms, yoichi loves to be humiliated and kaiser be bossed around highkey

wc ⋆.˚ 5.6k

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

a/n ⋆.˚ my blue lock debut omg hope y'all like it!! def wanna write more for them in the future. a whole lot going on here and im fucking drooling all over my screen oh my god this was purely self indulgent bc i need them both at the same damn time idgaf

there’s a quiet discomfort resting in your chest leading up to saturday’s match. it’s nothing to do with your boyfriend, yoichi isagi, and if he’ll lead japan to victory in the quarter finals, but rather who they are up against.

it’s void of concerns over sports and soccer. it’s simply the reality that he will be there.

michael kaiser.

the two of you dated for three years, only for him to completely brush you aside for soccer alone. you understood, because it’s his entire life, the blood that runs through his veins from the minute he wakes up until he falls asleep. yet, there are countless other players that have no issue balancing their love lives with the demands of the sport. your break up? it tore you to pieces.

you two had met during your sports internship abroad in college, where you were assigned to help manage their team in germany during your senior year. being in close quarters to a number of beautiful and single men, well, it was only natural you’d fall for one of them. kaiser was the first to approach you, offering to treat you to a meal as a thank you for all of your help in management. a seemingly innocent gesture turned into one too many drinks and ending up in his bed. of course, in order not to mix work with play, you strictly put up boundaries after that night– but slowly, they began to crumble. in your last month of the internship, he asked you out on an official date, and the rest is history.

you had every plan to stay and work in your hometown after graduating, but with your relationship with kaiser seemingly progressing, you made the decision to move to germany. it was, perhaps, a stupid move as a twenty-one-year-old freshly out of college– you knew no one except your boyfriend and the rest of his team– yet, you loved the country as a whole and knew the language well, so you figured, why not?

things were perfect at first, as all new relationships always seem to be. but as the months passed, and one year turned into two, then three, it wasn’t hard to notice that kaiser was slipping away from you. 

“i’m late for practice.”

“sorry, i won’t be back until after midnight. too much training.”

“eat dinner without me.”

the excuses were nearly if not daily, and little by little, your unbothered exterior began to crack.

kaiser was confused the night you broke. he truly didn’t recognize his own neglectful behaviour, so hearing you confront him about it was a shock, to say the least.

“you’re never here anymore!” you yell, tears flooding your eyes, “could you even still call yourself a partner?”

kaiser hisses, running his fingers through his hair. “what? of course i’m still your partner! i love you, y/n, you know that!” he’s defensive, frustration searing in his chest. “i’m doing this for us!”

the room goes quiet for a moment, and then your throat cracks. “no,” you laugh, deflated, “you’re doing this for you.”

after the break up, you got in contact with an old college acquaintance who worked at fifa and managed to snag yourself a three-month gig in japan. that’s how you ended up here, just a little over a year later, sitting in the living room of you and yoichi’s shared apartment. you were offered a full-time position with japan’s national team after your contract concluded, but decided to move into another related position away from them in order to have a healthy distance between your work and personal life since you and yoichi started dating near the end of it. make no mistake, though, the distance from the team had no effect on your loyalty, you still rarely missed a game– especially one as important as the fifa world cup quarter finals. 

yoichi’s focused on reviewing the video playback of the last match, carefully taking note of what to do and what to avoid for the upcoming game. your head is resting on his shoulder, just scrolling mindlessly through your phone whilst munching on a bag of pretzels.

“i was too far to the left there,” he says aloud, pointing at the tv screen. you chuckle, finding his little instructive self-talk adorable. 

“you ready to kick ass?” you ask him, tearing his attention away from his analysis just for a moment. you sit up and turn your body to face him, cupping his cheeks as his eyes meet yours. 

“absolutely,” he says confidently, “i’ll send them back to germany in fucking tears.”

you laugh as you lean in and kiss him softly. he melts into your touch, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you onto his lap. you hum against his mouth as you sink into his hips. “i’d love to see that, actually,” you smirk as you back away for a moment, “especially kaiser,” yoichi flinches at the mention of your ex’s name, eyes flooding with a glint of rage and determination. he hadn’t seen him since the second phase of blue lock, and he was shocked to know you two used to be in a relationship. naturally, he hated him even more after you recounted your history to him. “if you manage to do it,” you lower your eyes enticingly, “i’ll fuck you into the next match.”

yoichi groans, and you feel his cock twitch beneath you. “fuck,” he hisses, “why did you say that when i need to reserve all of my energy for tomorrow?”

you bite your lip with a faux innocence, then swipe your tongue across his mouth. he sighs, drinking you in instantly. “because,” you start, “it’ll motivate you to win. i’m giving you a little extra ego boost.”

his cock is already leaking at this point, desperate for release. you just had to go and be a tease when it was in his best interest to stay away from… strenuous activity for the day. of course you fucking did.

“you’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he sighs, throwing his head back against the couch. his rough fingertips are still digging at your sides. “can i at least eat you out? i can come just from that alone, you know this. give me something, pretty please?” he begs, eyes big and so goddamn needy.

you tsk, then slap his arm playfully. “patience, baby,” you tease, “if you wait, it’ll be even better than you imagined.”

your unknown foreshadowing would, in fact, bring him an unexpected– life-changing, in truth– experience. 

✧･ﾟ: ✧ 

the bustling stadium and endless chatter infiltrates your lungs much like the overwhelming scent of hot dogs, french fries, and anxiety.

you couldn’t enjoy just being a fan at the moment, because yoichi’s got you pressed tautly against his chest as he tries to push you both through the intruding swarm of paparazzi. this was the only thing he absolutely despised about his job. he sucks in his teeth, blatantly ignoring all of the questions being thrown at him, squeezing his fists to control himself in response to the ones that were extremely inappropriate. no, he wasn’t going to tell the reporters how good you were in bed. why the fuck did they assume a question like that was okay to ask in the first place?

he lets out a dramatic exhale in relief when you two are finally inside the vip area, tilting his head downwards to make sure you’re alright whilst he releases you from his grip. “everything okay?” he asks, sending you an apologetic smile. “i know that part is always hell.”

you nod, not saying much, just allowing your body to calm itself down. you were just happy to know he hates the paparazzi just as much as you do. “i’m okay,” you promise, after regaining your composure.

he kisses the top of your head delicately before taking his leave to get ready for the match, then do a few interviews before warm-up. you’re seated in the catering area, picking at a few snacks to pass the time. soon, you find yourself in conversation with some of your former coworkers, enjoying their company and betting– without money, in this case– on moves and plays the boys will showcase during the game. 

“yoichi’s volley shot was crazy in practice the other night,” angel, the current team manager, expresses in admiration. “i hope he can pull it off again today.”

“he showed me the footage bachira captured,” you add, “he’s really come such a long way, hasn’t he?”

“absolutely. in just two years, he’s already making headway towards being one of the greatest strikers the world has ever seen.”

your heart warms at the compliment. hearing others speak so highly of him, recognizing his skill and all of the hard work he has poured into his passion for soccer, makes your chest pleasantly tight. 

deeply tucked away in the locker rooms, though, yoichi is receiving the opposite of praise and directly in his face.

“yoichi isagi,” kaiser patronizes him, arms crossed as he leans against the wall, “japan’s alleged top striker and, per my own personal vote, homewrecker.”

yoichi slams his locker shut with a threatening pang. “shut the fuck up, kaiser,” he hisses, nostrils flaring as he turns around to face him. he fully expected this, but the preparation didn’t cause him to feel any less irritated. “i didn’t wreck anything, you lost the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“lost?” he smirks, stepping closer. yoichi’s cheeks are red with anger, heart thumping wildly in his chest. the few players who remained in the locker room with them tried their best to ignore the fight. “no, you have it all wrong, my friend.” he laughs cockily. “i haven’t lost anything, because i know she’ll come back soon enough.”

“you’re delusional,” yoichi spits.

“that,” kaiser leans over, breath hot against is ear, “would be you.”

you’re probably the only one in the entire crowd that can sense the tension radiating between yoichi and kaiser throughout the game, at least, the amount itself. most people just assume its the usual sports rivalry, but you knew better; the mutual distaste ran far deeper than the two of them just being on opposing teams during an intense match. when you were dating kaiser, it was never broadcast to the public like you and yoichi, so no one in the stadium had any incentive to think their dark chemistry was anything more than standard athletic competition. 

yoichi’s panting as his impressive footwork slips past the final defender, eyes aiming clearly on a superb shot to break the tie in the first half.

“even if you win this game,” kaiser’s low, arrogant voice strikes yoichi in his chest as he suddenly appears beside him, “y/n is still going to leave you.”

yoichi grits his teeth, shoving his shoulder into kaiser’s chest to push him aside and fully clear his path for the shot. kaiser's laugh is boisterous as he steals the ball, performing a diagonal switch to change its direction.

“son of a bitch,” yoichi curses, glaring at him.

kaiser just smiles, sending him a condescending wink. “better luck next time, pretty boy.”

no one dares to say a word to yoichi when they’re back in the locker room after the game has concluded. he’s enraged, digging his nails into his palms as his head ruminates over every missed calculation in his plays.

“shit!” he groans, dropping his forehead onto the shower wall in defeat from the loss, “we almost fucking had it.”

you’re waiting inside the locker room for him to finish up, the rest of the players having filed out and leaving him on his own.

that is, until kaiser swings open the door, face dripping in sweat as he chugs a water bottle. you freeze, gaze landing on him. his eyes grow wide at first, but soon fall into something dark, more predatory. 

“well, look who it is,” he smirks, “my beloved y/n.”

you scoff. “‘my beloved’? are you serious?”

“aw, didn’t you miss me?” he teases.

“you wish, asshole.”

he laughs, walking past you towards his locker without another word. you stay where you are, arms crossed as you just watch him. he knows that you are, purposefully removing his soaked undershirt slowly and tossing it aside. your breath hitches in your throat as his back muscles flex, heart dropping to your stomach.

you couldn’t look away.

“i’ve been meaning to ask you,” kaiser says suddenly, turning around to face you. he steps forward until only a few inches remain between you. “does yoichi know?”

“know what exactly?”

“that you like to be fucked raw and mean?”

your eyes shoot wide, lips parting from his audacity. “what the hell?” you seethe. “that’s none of your business.”

“so, no.”

you’re gritting your teeth now, finger shoved threateningly into his chest. “i advise you to shut up right now before i slap you.”

kaiser’s lids lower and he grabs your wrist to pry you off of him. your thighs clench, and fuck, it isn’t subtle at all. your cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “baby, i think you want me to slap you.”

“what the fuck is going on?”

yoichi’s question cuts through you like a knife as your eyes quickly move from kaiser to where he’s standing, glistening, clean body dripping water droplets onto the floor as his towel sits low on his hips.

“there he is,” kaiser chuckles. “japan’s little firecracker.” 

“why are your hands still on my girl?” he spits, ignoring his insult and shuffling over to your side, ripping you out of his hold.

kaiser licks his teeth. “careful, yoichi,” he hums, “you’re gonna make her pretty cunt drip all over the floor if you grab her like that.”

yoichi’s fist is already meeting kaiser’s face before you have a chance to speak, hand flying over your mouth in shock. kaiser snickers, throwing his forearm up to stop yoichi from being able to reach him a second time.

“stop fighting!” you yell.

yoichi always immediately turns soft when it comes to you. he lowers his fist seconds later, slowly lifting himself from the floor. he doesn’t help kaiser back up to his feet, though. he didn’t deserve that.

kaiser wipes the blood from his cheek as he stumbles to stand back up. “feisty, aren’t you?” he hisses in pain from the bruise that’s already forming.

“damn right, i am,” yoichi sneers, “especially when it comes to y/n.”

“yeah, well i don’t think you’re feisty enough for her filthy tastes.” your stomach twists with something you’re scared to admit right then and your eyes dart towards the floor. “go on, sweetheart, why don’t you tell him?” he taunts. “why don’t you tell him exactly what you need right now? you know i can sense it, right?” his face is smug, evil, "i could never forget how your pretty body reacts to my words.”

yoichi’s eyebrows furrow as he looks between him and you. “what’s he talking about, babe?” he asks calmly.

your palms rub up and down your arms as you clench around nothing. you loved yoichi and he was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. but, you couldn’t deny how badly your body still craved for kaiser’s touch even till this day. yoichi gave you everything, and it never went without your appreciation and satisfaction. yet, still, a tiny piece of you remained unfulfilled. 

“babe?” he repeats, face morphing into concern.

“let me spell it out for you,” kaiser steps in, his body now essentially caging both you and yoichi against the wall. “she wants me to bully her with my cock, because you don’t do it for her.”

a small gasp leaves yoichi’s throat, his eyes still resting on you. with your body language, he can easily tell that kaiser’s words are right. he’s still for a moment, like he’s thinking, calculating his next move.

then, something snaps in him, and he’s gripping your chin to force you to look back up at him. “look at me,” his voice is strained, cold, eyes devoid of colour in a way you’ve never seen before. you inhale sharply as your glassy irises finally meet his. you’re shaking, heart thumping wildly against your chest. yoichi laughs in that moment, one mixed with amusement and jealousy. “wow,” he whistles, “so, he’s right?”

“yoichi–”

“no, no,” he holds his hand up to silence you, “i get it.” he walks over towards the locker room door and clicks the lock. you look at him in both confusion and anticipation. “i wanna see exactly what he’s talking about.” he sits down on the edge of one of the benches a few feet away as his gaze burns holes into you. “i wanna see how he ruins you, since he’s so confident i don’t know how to fuck my girlfriend properly.”

you open your mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. yoichi chuckles, rage boiling inside of him and it makes his cock throb more than it probably should. he looks at kaiser, then nods, giving him his blessing to have his way with you. “go ahead,” he coos, “make her come like the nasty fucking girl she is all over this damn locker room floor.”

kaiser’s smile is sinful as he traps you between his arms, but he doesn’t touch you yet. he just watches how you react, how your face twitches from his breath ghosting over your face, how your legs tremble beneath you.

“what do you want me to do first, hm?” he asks you, one hand moving to cup your jaw. your eyes flutter shut before you can even decide how to respond. he licks his lips as his thumb comes to rest against yours. “want my fingers in your mouth? or maybe you want my tongue on your pussy?”

“please,” you choke out involuntarily, eyes flickering immediately past kaiser’s shoulder to yoichi. he hasn’t moved his eyes off of you, still leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees in focus. he sends you one of the most heinous smiles you’ve ever seen originate from him and you lose it. “god, please, i need your mouth on my fucking cunt,” you beg kaiser, but you’re staring at your boyfriend. 

yoichi smirks, mouthing ‘good girl’ to you as kaiser drops to his knees. 

kaiser’s tongue is unforgiving as it slides across your folds, calloused fingers digging deep into your thighs to keep you upright. you’re steadying your eyes on yoichi as your lids lower and lips quiver in ecstasy. kaiser moans loudly into your cunt, shaking his head left and right to coat his entire face with your sweet slick.

“f–fuck,” you exhale, hands lifting to grip his strands. you can’t help yourself as you grind hard against his mouth, desperate panting breaths dripping from your tongue. “y–yoichi,” you moan your boyfriend's name, fucked-out, glossy eyes dialating exponentially with each flick of kaiser’s tongue on your puffy clit. 

yoichi leans back against the wall, lips smug as he watches you fall apart on your ex boyfriend for him.

“hear that, kai?” yoichi purrs, “she’s saying my fucking name.”

kaiser growls into your cunt as he lifts a hand to grip the plush skin of your ass before giving it a hard slap. your throat cracks and you nearly lose your balance, fingers tugging at his hair firmly as you try to catch yourself.

you hear yoichi hiss from the bench. “fuck, you like that? you like it rough?”

“god– fuck, yeah– yes, oh, god!” you cry, nearly about to lose yourself. kaiser laughs against you as he moves his tongue mercilessly along your bundle of nerves, sweet kitten-licks and long stripes from your needy hole up to cup your clit over and over again. 

yochi’s face drops into an expression of dark, dirty tenacity as he finally stands up from the bench to approach you and kaiser. you thought he was going to tell him to stop, but instead, he pries your hands away from his hair so he can grip it himself. kaiser groans at the tension, thrums of bliss pushing you closer to orgasm. 

yoichi’s leaning over now, mouth resting right beside his ear. he tugs roughly at his hair and hums, “stick a finger in at the last second, right before she comes. she loves that shit. didn’t you know?”

kaiser wants to be mad, because he actually wasn’t aware of that, but he’s too lost in your scent and taste to care. he does exactly what yoichi says, shoving his finger into your greedy hole just mere moments before you release.

with a sharp cry, you squirt all over his face, body convulsing as he pumps in and out of you and sucks at your puffy nub to help you ride through it. “mmm’fuck!” 

“thatta girl,” yoichi praises, “get him aaaall nice and soaked for me.” he forces kaiser’s head away from you and kisses him messily, licking every drop of your cum off of his lips. they both moan in unison at the taste of you mixed with each other. “god, baby,” yoichi groans once he pulls away, “you’re so fucking sweet.” he wasn’t sure if he was talking to just you or you and kaiser.

kaiser stands up from the floor, one hand resting at your hip whilst the other lifts to cup your cheek. he leans in and kisses you slowly, just for a moment, until yoichi is rolling his eyes and tsking, pulling him off. “that’s enough.”

kaiser feels so… submissive in that moment.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when yoichi turns your body around and slams your chest against the wall. he rips your shirt off over your head before pressing open mouth kisses and sloppily licks all along your bare shoulders and neck. you shiver, palms pressing against the wall for leverage. his fingers slip between your dripping, sticky folds, then he sends it a hard slap. you choke out a moan, spit coating your pretty, red lips.

“here’s what we’re gonna do,” yoichi starts, “i’m going to fuck your needy little pussy first, then i’m going to let kai here stuff you full,” he bites down on your earlobe as he sends a second smack to your pussy, “and then you’re gonna decide which one of us actually knows how to ruin you properly.” you whimper as you nibble at your bottom lip. “sound good?”

you nod profusely, walls pulsing with need for both of them to make a wreck out of you like you weren’t already a fucking mess.

yoichi frees himself, then slides his length through your folds to prep himself for you, fisting his girthy length a few times to make sure he’s all perfect and hard for you. he lets out an elongated sigh when he finally pushes into you, one hand gripping your shoulder, the other your ass cheek. his teeth sink into your neck as he begins to move, slowly at first, making sure you feel every ridge of his big, fat cock against your walls.

“y–yoichi,” you whine, wriggling your ass against him, “move– hic– faster, p–please.”

“oh, sweetheart,” he coos, almost mockingly, “why didn’t you ever tell me you love being destroyed?” he pulls back near completely out of your hole, then slams back down into you hard. “poor little pussy has been neglected for so long because i didn’t know.”

his condescending blame causes heat to flood to your stomach, and you clench around his cock so greedily. he growls, shoving it deeper into your stomach.

“i–i wasn’t sure if you were into– ah– into that.”

he breaks out into a dark laugh from your assumption. “god, do you even know me? after an entire year together, you still haven’t caught on to my big fucking ego?” he moves your body away from the wall forcefully and bends you over a bench. you choke as his tip pistons into your deepest pleasure point, hands gripping the seat to red and white knuckles. “maybe it’ll finally click in that pretty little brain of yours after i’m done here with you.”

you nearly forgot kaiser was still there. your eyes look up at him for a moment to see he’s watching intensely, as if he’s trying to figure out what his counterplay is going to be when its his turn; to convince you that he knows how to fuck you best. 

yoichi’s hand reaches around the front of you to grab your neck, shoving his thumb into your mouth simultaneously. he slaps your ass as he picks up his pace, teeth gritting at the beautiful, loud smacks of his pelvis against your skin. 

“fuck, fuck!” you scream, head tempting to fall limp, but yoichi’s hand keeps it steady upright, “gonna make me fucking come–”

“just from my cock alone?” he smirks. “god, baby, your pussy loves me so much.” you're drooling all over his hands, cheeks flushed as you near falling apart for the second time. you bite down on his finger as he hits your sweet spot perfectly, cunt squeezing his cock with need. “you about to come, baby?” he coos, “can feel you getting so fucking wet f’me.”

“i–i’m so close,” you huff, sweaty strands of hair falling in front of your face. you groan as his veiny shaft glides across your g-spot, legs shaking as you begin to fall apart for him.

“good girl,” yoichi praises, “let me feel you.” you release all of your sweet juices with a long blissful hum, ass moving to meet him halfway as you desperately throw yourself back onto him.

yoichi’s breaths fall short as you continuously clench around him through your orgasm. “gonna fill up this pretty little cunt,” he bites down on his lip and chokes out a moan as he releases hot ropes of white into your warm walls. “yeah, take it just like that,” he gasps, hips stuttering as his thrusts begin to slow, “god, you’re so fucking good to me.”

he collapses onto your back, your body still shaking violently as the sweetest, prettiest whimpers sneak past your lips. yoichi plants soft kisses along your spine before gently removing himself from you and helping you to sit down on the bench.

your fucked-out face is the prettiest sight he’s ever seen in his life. he moves in closer and kisses you gentle and slow for a while, tongue sliding into your mouth in the most comforting way.

he smiles down at you proudly as he leans back up, full with every bit of deserved confidence from how good he just fucked you.

then, he remembered it wasn’t stopping there. he looks at kaiser, face still full of arrogance, as he just silently steps away to make space for him.

kaiser swallows hard, slowly approaching you. he was so sure of himself before, but now? after watching the way yoichi fucked you into next week, he wasn’t anymore. 

“k–kai,” the way you whine his name and how you’re looking at him, so dazed and needy, sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. if he wasn’t hard enough before, fuck, he was now. 

“what do you need, sweetheart?” he thrums softly like he isn’t about to break you, “does your sweet little pussy need my cock, hm?” you nod, lips slightly in a pout as you immediately open your legs for him. his breath hitches in his throat with how compliant you are. “fuck, you’re such a good girl, already knowing just what to do.”

you stare at his thick girth once it’s in view, salivating at the thought of him being inside of you again. yoichi stiffens, because he notices, but doesn’t step in to stop it. he agreed to this. he was too deep into his ego to let it go. he needed to prove he was better than your ex. 

your breaths are uneven as kaiser slides into you, his long length bottoming you out instantly. you're already whimpering from the sensitivity as you throb around him.

“ah– shit,” you hiss, “you feel so g–good.”

“yeah?” kaiser thrusts deeper and harder and you yelp, “you missed me?”

you don’t want to say yes, but your mouth moves before your mind can stop you. “fuck, yeah.”

yoichi’s heart tugs from your words, but not from jealousy– humiliation. and he loved it. he loved the sickening feeling it gave him. he loved the thought of sharing you to destroy himself. this situation opened his eyes to how vanilla your sex life actually was; showed him all of the crazy, kinky, suppressed desires he had dormant that just needed the perfect moment to manifest. fuck, there was no way things could go back to that after this. 

you let out the prettiest cry, “harder, kai,” and kaiser can’t do anything but listen to your plea.

he picks you up by your waist and presses you up against the lockers with a loud slam, thrusting into your greedy hole with resolve. he bites your jaw, running his wet tongue across your skin with every unforgiving thrust of his hips into yours.

“fuck,” kaiser growls, “you’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart.”

“keep go– shit, right there,” you gasp, “right fucking there!”

kaiser moves faster, his moans competing with yours. “you hear that yoichi?” he taunts, “hear how loud she’s getting for me?”

yoichi can’t help himself as he grips his leaky cock and fists it to the sight of your ex wrecking you. “fill her up, kai,” he huffs, throat cracking. he looks down for a moment to see his wet, creamy shaft coat his hand and groans. he felt like he was being used right then, and he loved every second of it. “shit,” he hisses, head falling back against the wall as he continues watching you two through his droopy eyelids. “give it to her,” he adds, “ruin her fucking cunt f’me.”

kaiser obliges. it seemed like he actually enjoyed taking orders.

“ah, fuck!” you cry, nails digging into his spine as your wrap your arms around him. your eyes roll as you feel him pound into your stomach. “i’m gonna fucking come!”

kaiser growls as he feels you start to spill all over him, grip on your ass growing firmer with each deep thrust. “just so you know, yoichi,” he huffs breathlessly, pulsing inside of your walls, “i can make her come with just my cock, too.”

he spurts his hot seed into your hole as you finally let go, allowing all of your sweet slick to drip out of you and all over him. you hear yoichi moan loudly, cursing under his breath as he comes onto his fist.

kaiser’s panting into the crook of your neck as he comes to a still, your arms still wrapped around him for leverage. he gently removes himself from you and sits you down on the bench again, permitting you time to pull yourself together.

the room reeks of sweat, sex, and unspoken secrets as the three of you quietly calm again. once you do, the rush of dopamine begins to dissipate and reality sets in. you’re all looking between each other, wondering where to go from here. clearly, you still harboured some level of feelings for kaiser and vice versa. yet, it was very obvious that you felt deeply for yoichi, and much more than the latter.

“thank you,” you say to kaiser, “this was probably the best sex i’ve had in a while,” he’s confused for a moment of where the conversation is going. you continue speaking, “but my heart rests with yoichi now.” you send him an apologetic smile.

kaiser’s heart sinks, but not as much as he expects it to. he knew all along that, in the end, your choice would most likely be yoichi. he wasn’t the greatest boyfriend, and no amount of good fucking could make up for that. he lets out a sigh of defeat, but accepts your decision. “yeah,” he laughs deflated, “i kind of figured.”

yoichi wants to one-up him arrogantly about it, but doesn’t, almost feeling bad for the guy. 

back in the apartment, yoichi’s rubbing sweet circles into your plush thighs as you lay together on the couch, watching an episode of your favourite tv series. he plants a kiss onto your neck and you sigh.

“can i ask you something?” you question.

he lifts his head to look down at you. “shoot.”

“why did you agree to earlier?” you ask. “why did you allow me and my ex to fuck, and literally in front of you?”

he laughs at that, but his smile is sincere. “like i said, i have a big fucking ego. i had something i wanted to prove,” he says, “but i also discovered there’s a lot more i’m into that i just never allowed myself to explore.”

“like?”

“humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism– literally everything i didn’t know i wanted until now.”

“hmm,” you think, rolling onto your back so you can look straight at him. “with all of that being said, would you ever want to do something like that again?”

he lifts his brow at you with a smirk. “do you?”

you shrug, “maybe,” then smile wickedly, “but it’d have to be kaiser. only him. i’m not interested in another dick that isn’t yours or his,” you admit, honestly and openly.

yoichi expected himself to be angry at the suggestion, but instead, it made his heart skip a beat. “yeah,” he chuckles, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips, “i was thinking the exact same thing.”

[bbunsflix]

RODEO !

synopsis: blue lock men getting caught having sex with their partners

pairings: sae itoshi × reader, nagi seishiro × reader, rin itoshi × reader, isagi yoichi × reader, hyoma chigiri × reader, meguru bachira × reader

tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc

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a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)

Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou

sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.

it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.

now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.

"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"

he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."

one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.

"gonna cum—sae..."

"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"

he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.

sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.

that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.

"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.

ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.

sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.

"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.

his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.

you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.

sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.

"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.

shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"

"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.

shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."

Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff

nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.

he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.

"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."

you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.

"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.

"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.

one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.

"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.

"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.

the door suddenly burst open.

"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."

reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.

nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.

"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.

he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.

you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.

reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.

"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"

reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.

"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.

nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.

"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"

you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."

he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."

Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro

rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.

his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.

his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.

"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."

"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.

he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.

"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.

you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"

"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.

the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.

your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.

"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."

your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.

right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.

"sae..?" you gasped in horror.

rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.

sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.

for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.

then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.

"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."

he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.

"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.

without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.

"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."

Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira

isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.

this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.

his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.

"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"

you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.

you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.

"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.

you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.

"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."

isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.

"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.

isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.

"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.

you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.

his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.

"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"

right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.

"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"

bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.

isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"

bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.

"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"

he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a second.

isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.

"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.

you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.

you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.

"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.

you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.

"at least you finally got your first blowjob."

isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."

Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis

chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.

his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.

he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.

"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."

he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.

"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"

he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.

"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.

she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."

you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.

his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"

chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

"it's fine..just leave, please?"

his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."

she rushed out and closed the door behind her.

you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."

chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.

"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"

he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."

"hah—hyo!"

Megruru Bachira — caught by rin

bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.

he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.

"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."

"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.

"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."

his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.

"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.

"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.

your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.

then the door slammed open.

"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.

bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.

"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.

rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."

you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.

bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"

"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."

he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."

"ah! meg wait—"

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