here is part 2 to the segments having their way with you with Zandikâs permission !!
warnings: mirror sex, mentions of overstimulation, face fucking (lmk if you see others!) || heavily unedited
characters: 35 & 45 || part 1
35
Omega. The most selfish and self centered segment of them all, even higher than 25, which says something. The Doctorâs prime in life. Highly successful in every aspect you could imagine.
Omega was not shy when it came to his advances. He typically always made some type of move when Zandik wasnât present. It started with lingering touches. You handing him his tools and gloved fingers would brush against your knuckles ever so slightly before pulling away, or the pinch of your hip when you just happened to be in his way.
When his desires began to grow more, his actions also began to become more perverted. He would press his bulge up against you from behind when trying to reach for something on a higher shelf. Sometimes his hips would grind into the curve of your ass and love the small gasp youâd produce. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy his little antics.
Omega seemed to have no shame at all. Unlike 18 and 25, he would jerk off to you while you were sleeping. His hand would pump over the tip of his cock, using his pre-cum as lube to fasten his motions. You usually slept in no shorts, much to his approval. Heâd stare between your legs intently, wondering how warm you mustâve felt, how tight you were, how much your pussy could take. All these thoughts and those wandering eyes of his helped push him over the edge and heâd finish on your blanket (he wouldâve rather it been your face). In the morning you were curious about a specific stain on your blue blanket, but thought nothing much of it.
When given permission from Zandik (finally), he was quite overjoyed but never showed it and you would never admit it as well.
In the prime stage of his life, everything to Omega felt as if he was on a continuous hunt for a new hypothesis in hopes to gather more data for a new conclusion that was far better than the first. So naturally, he takes this as an opportunity to see how much you could take.
He takes you to a room with a huge mirror in front of the bed. The thought of getting fucked in front of a mirror by one of your belovedâs segments was enough for a small wet spot to appear in your panties.
35 has you on the bed, completely nude with him behind you with your legs spread open. This position causes embarrassment to wash over you, but the way his hand rubs your clit in small circles is enough to forget about your emotional predicament.
He continues to play with you, cooing in your ear about how youâre aiding him so much in his study. He praises you for being his good little subject while three of his fingers are pumping in and out of your aching cunt, but you canât answer. All you can muster is moans of his names and the occasional whimper and âfeels so good..â orgasm after orgasm is drawn out from your tired body and even the smallest flicks of your clit has you wailing to him. Oh you looked so pretty in the mirror he canât help but grin and imagine how fucked out youâd be on his cock.
He may be selfish and care about his own pleasure, but he was more obsessed with your pleasure and wanting to draw out as much as possible. He takes you from behind, holding your wrists behind your back with one hand and uses you as leverage to fuck himself deeper into you. From this position, heâs able to abuse that spot. Each rut of his hips causes your breast to bounce and he loves it. His other hand rubs fast and sloppy circles on your clit and thatâs enough to make you cum for the nth time. If you werenât focused on the mirror, heâd grab your chin and force you to stare, a mask staring at your reflection. Even if you couldnât see his eyes, you knew they were washed with lust, maybe more than yours.
He may be the most selfish and care about his pleasure only, but he definitely cares about your own (in the name of science of course).
45
This segment was on the opposite end of the spectrum when it came to selfishness, which you came to the conclusion that age was a factor in this.
45 is more of a charmer. Heâs way more talkative (in a nice way) and is able to hold simple conversations with you. The one thing you love about him is how attentive he is to you. Sometimes if you were in lab with all the segments and you tried voicing something, the segments were too busy arguing with one another to listen, but he would always give you his undivided attention.
If you werenât in lab, he would greet you with a kiss to your hand. Not often, but it was a sweet gesture on his end. Unlike the younger segments, he never made physical advancements on you, he would however continue to make flirty or⊠inappropriate comments.
He always gave you compliments. He complimented if you did something new with your hair, or your outfits (which was usually standard lab safety outfits) or whatever stood out to him. However, his favorite thing to compliment was your intelligence. In his eyes, nothing was more outstanding than a beautiful woman who was highly intelligent. And that was dangerous.
When itâs 45âs turn, heâs sure to let you know how overjoyed he was. You knew he was not one for physical advancements, but he surely becomes touchy now. His hands roam all over your body when he has you in his bed. He squeezes at your breasts and swallows your moans when kissing you, moving his hands down the rest of your body to your ass before giving a firm spank.
He has you on your knees, a gloved hand tangled in your hair and moving your head to meet in time with his thrusts. Strings of curses and praises leave his mouth and his words cause your thighs to rub together in anticipation. âSomeone so beautiful and intelligent on her knees to suck someoneâs cock, you love that, donât you?â The tip of his head hits the back of your throat and with a whimper, he holds your head with both hands on the side of your face and holds you in place, finishing with a loud groan and head tilted back.
He doesnât neglect you at all, which was one of his best qualities. His face is deep in between your legs, his nose nuzzled against your clit as he breathes in your scent, moaning about how good you smell. His tongue does wonders from sliding in between your folds, to barely putting the tip in your cunt before moving up to your clit. His motions arenât rushed like 18, but planned and executed with purpose.
When he was satisfied with how you looked, he helps you get on top of him. Strong arms are wrapped around your back as your breasts are pressed up against his chest, your head falling into the crook of his neck. He thrusts up into you, the head of his cock bumping into your cervix. Itâs so much, too good, it doesnât help the fact heâs whispering in your ear and blowing hot air.
His thrusts are so rough, his balls slap against your skin that leaves stinging sensations. This segment is obsessed with his lips on yours, and probably the only segment that kisses you while fucking. Itâs not romantic in the slightest, but your mouths together form a melodic song that turns him on even more if possible.
Once 45 finishes inside you, he pulls out and sticks two fingers into your pussy, a sick grin forming on his face when you moan about it being too much, but of course like the smart woman you were, you took it. Heâd pump his fingers, curling them just right that caused your back to arch in response, your tits displayed right in front of his face. He wanted to ensure his load would be deep enough so he could continue pumping his seed over and over again <3
Just a little blurb I had to get out of my brain. Requests for Ganondorf/other Zelda characters are open!
He couldnât help but marvel at you.
For as much as he hated hylians, even he must admit that some of them possessed admirable qualitiesâtenacity, an indomitable ability to survive anything, and a fiery courage that sometimes bordered on foolishness. You were an excellent example of a Hylian in this sense.
Now, as he watched you sitting near the crystal clear waters of the oasis, he could recall how you had glared up at him when he had first met you. Your teeth had been bared, your hands balled into fists at your sides as you had no doubt prepared yourself to fight to the death. But any intentions he had had of killing you quickly dissipated when he saw that bright fire in your eyes, and he could remember laying his sword down at your feet and kneeling before youâŠthough even while kneeling he was far larger than you, a mountain in comparison.
You had been confused. You had considered running, preserving your life and keeping your head attached to your shoulders. You had even thought about wrapping both hands around the swordâs grip and doing your best to haul the massive weapon up into the air to protect yourself with. But when you had seen the way the Gerudo king had lowered himself, you had begun to consider him in a new, less threatening light, and you had taken a step back while the tension in the air shifted to something different.
From that moment on, he wanted only to be near you. And now, after many months of careful, determined courtship, he finally felt that you were his.
When he shifted his weight and leaned towards you, he was pleased to find that you mirrored him. Your shoulder brushed against his chest as you relaxed with a hydromelon slice clutched in your hand, the juice running down your wrist in a way that made him wrinkle his nose. He had always hated the sticky feeling of food on his skin. As you tilted your head up and saw the look of disgust on his face, you simply laughed and offered him the hydromelon, licking the juice off yourself when he took it.
âOh, mighty king of the GerudoâŠâ you teased. âSo bothered by the smallest things.â
âYou are quite small, and you donât bother me in the least.â He quipped, taking a large bite.
You could feel warmth in your cheeks as you blushed. âThatâs good, then. I wouldnât want to interrupt your day, by any means.â
âOn the contraryâŠâ he tossed the melon rind towards the sand seals relaxing nearby and put both hands on your hips, hoisting you into his lap. âYou are a most welcome and constant distraction.â
He was so big and so warm, his hands seeming to engulf you as he held you there. How you ended up with the king of the Gerudo remained a mystery to you, but being with Ganondorf felt as natural as breathing, and the thought of being away from his hot skin and deep voice for even a day was troubling to you now. It had been months since you had last seen your homeland of Hyrule, and while at times you missed the lush, green fields, this endless desert had become your home, as had the man who lorded over it.
âYouâre thinking of it again,â he remarked almost bitterly.
âHmm?â You zoned back in to find him studying your face, golden eyes watching you intently.
âHyrule.â
You laid a palm flat against his chest and looked down at it. âItâs hard not to think of it, at times.â
He was silent for a long moment, and at first, you were afraid you had upset him. But when your eyes drifted back up to his, you saw that they were serious and bright, practically sparkling with what you knew was passion.
prrrr......i was thinking of this with Sidon too but.......being carted off to Gerudo with a few other potential partners for the king of the desert to choose from, having been drawn by lot or just voted by your village.......and even though the position is highly sought after and it would be a fabulous opportunity for wealth and power to be his spouse, you're more interested in visiting the city and getting to explore Hyrule outside of your hometown, so you figure you'll just do your due diligence and leave once he chooses someone.....but your plan is quickly foiled when Ganon takes one look at you and becomes so endeared he's on your heels constantly, buying you anything you glance at and offering you trips around the desert to explore his homelands.....and you think he's just being kind, because he puts on such a good front to seem reasonable yet strong-willed.....but then the other candidates start disappearing, they all start departing from the city and aren't being replaced, and you only realize what's happening when you're the only one left.....and the king has you dressed in Gerudo jewels and finery befitting a royal bride đ€đ
If you have some time, can i ask for angst to fluff of shu and vox's reaction when their s/o ask if the bois still love them? Thank you so much
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âMy Love is Only For Youâ
á„«áĄâVox Akuma & Shu Yamino x Readerâá„«áĄ
đ„ Angst to Fluff
°â Summary: You've started to feel.. alone. Whether it be your own scarce mind.. Or maybe.. they.. â°
A/N: HEYY! đ°! I was started to wonder where my first emoji anons went- and now yall popped up- ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOY! đ
Vox Akuma
Everytime you awoke.
He was gone, without a single trace of his warmth. Sometimes, from somewhere in the house, or rather, his streaming room, you'd hear his voice. Flirting with his chat, laughing with his friends. Rarely did you ever manage to spend a lot of time with your demon boyfriend. The times you did were often just for meals, or occasionally a couch hangout. But most times? He was just too tired.
Of course, you never said anything.
You didn't want to be seen as clingy, annoying, or controlling. You wanted your boyfriend to have fun and enjoy himself.
Even if he couldn't with you.
And when Mysta, Luca, and Nina came over for the week-long off collab, the feeling grew worse.
Anytime you came out, Vox gave you little attention; in fact, you felt invisible. The only times he called you was to help him make food; and when the time came round to eat, you'd grab your food and leave. Because you didn't feel welcome at the table.
His laughs began to haunt you.
Even when you two were sleeping, it felt as though there was a giant giant brick-wall between you two.
You despised it.
Weeks passed..
Weeks passed and you'd still yet to say anything. Trying to rely on the little attention you did get. Trying to fill your heart that was slowly becoming an aching void.
Until finally, it came crashing over.
And you broke.
"...Vox?"
The two of you had been sitting on the couch. For the last fifteen minutes, the demon had been rambling about whatever had gone on with his friends, but if you were being truthful, you hadn't been listening.
Instead, been dreading this.
"Yea? Whats up, (Name)?"
For once.. his attention was on you.
And it was now or never.
"Do you.. still love me?"
To say Vox was caught off guard..
..was an understatement.
Seeing you, staring at him with tears filled in your eyes. Realization crashing over him in a wave of guilt, sadness, and absolute, and utter terror. Eyes widening, Vox reached out to you. His mouth opening to say something, something to reassure you, but you shied away from his touch.
The demon's heart shattered into a million pieces.
"My love.. my darling, of course i still love you- i always have- please, baby, look at me-" Tears that had been threatening to spill from your eyes finally came spilling down. Vox hated it. He hated how you were looking at him, with that scared, tired, and depressed expression. He despised himself for not noticing.
For thinking that you'd stay with how he'd neglected you.
"You.. dont have to lie, Vox.. I can take it." With your sleeves, you wiped your tears the best you could, breath coming in soft, short gasps.
"No- Don't. I love you." Vox didn't let you shy away this time. He pulled you into his arm, burying his face into your hair, pulling you into his chest. "I.. i love you, so so much."
"..I can't.. imagine a world without you. Darling.. You are my light. I'm.. im so sorry."
Every second, Vox hated himself. He'd ignored you, and expected you to be alright. He was a shitty boyfriend. A shitty person.
He slowly pulled his head away, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "i love your laugh.." to your cheek, "your smile.." your nose, "the way you.. always light up a room.." neck, "i love you."
Resting his forehead against your own, Vox could feel his own tears threatening to spill. "I'm.. im sorry. I've been- so shitty. I didn't think and I-"
You cut him off with a kiss to his lips.
While he was mending your heart, he felt his own ache even more.
"Darling.."
"...Please.. Vox, if you ever- i mean.. if you don't-"
"I will always love you."
From that point on, Vox had made it his goal, no, his mission to ensure your heart was always filled. To ensure he would never be the cause of your pain again. With your help, he balanced work and his friends, and left plenty of time for you.
He vowed never.. to ever make you feel unloved by him again.
Shu Yamino
You knew what you were getting into, going into a relationship with Shu.
Or at least, you thought you did. As friends, it felt as though the two of you were inseparable: and when you confessed, and Shu returned your feelings, you had expected it to become even more so.
Turns out, you were wrong.
Sure, the first few weeks, months, were good: Shu was a lovebird, constantly showering you in affection, constantly making you laugh. He would light up your day effortlessly, and you his.
Until he didn't.
Shu was always so caught up in his work. You expected that.. yet he still made time for others. The few, and far inbetween times you did spend, Shu was exhausted- which, was to be expected. More nights than not, you slept alone, and awoke alone. Mealtimes, sure, Shu was still there; but seeing him..
..Well, you couldn't help it.
Couldn't help how empty your heart felt.
Without his laughter, his odd jokes, everything.
Which.. left you to believe, Shu didn't love you anymore.
one day, as he was gone, you made up your mind. You wouldn't- no, couldn't stay in an environment like this.
So, as you made dinner for the two of you, you had decided to ask him, straight up.
.."Shu?"
Looking up from his food, you felt your stomach drop. "Yeah? What's up?"
Were you really about to do this? It.. could ruin everything. But.. i don't want him to feel pressured, or.. obligated, to be in a relationship with me..
"Do you.."
"...do you still love me?"
Silence. The only sound- was silence. Your heart, slowly tearing apart, and Shu, staring at you with utter confusion.
Quickly, to hide your tears and guilt, you looked up at him. "Its- nevermind."
Shoving yourself away from the table, you made to stand, only for a force to crash into you and send you stumbling against the counter.
"Eh? Sh-"
"Im.. im so sorry."
His voice cracked, arms tightening around your body, head burying into your neck.
Was he.. crying?
"It.. it isnt- i do love you." Shu held you closer, as realization crashed over him in waves. Of what he'd done.
Your own tears spilling over, as he patched your heart.
"You.." "i.. i.. heck."
"You dont have to- say it. If you don't mean it."
Shu leaned his head away to look you in your eyes. "I do. I've been.. yeesh, terrible.."
During that moment of Shu holding you, you could practically feel his regret. You could see it in his eyes.
*.⧠wc: 4.3k. not proofread. nsfw / 18+ only / minors dni ! - fem reader, sae's a pro player and in his early 20s. mention of masturbation, asphyxiation/choking, hard dom! sae (but turns softer), sae dirty talks a lot, he calls you a whore once :'>, squirting. note: inspired by in heat by hentai xander !!
*.⧠the heatwave takes it's toll on you, but sae doesn't really like excuses.
although rare, there are times where you regret flying to spain with sae.
itâs usually during one of your screaming matches, when he lets his mouth run and says a few words too many. (heâs quick to widen his eyes though at the sight of your wobbling lip, and soon has you in an embrace so strong there is no way youâre going to run away from him.) sometimes, itâs when you two canât enjoy a peaceful night out, having to leave early because you can see people start to gather outside the club, having heard of the opportunity to see real madridâs prodigy in the flesh. and then, itâs days like this - when all you can do is lay nearly naked on the once cool sheets, the ac blasting, and yet, your skin still shines with sweat, making the tee youâre wearing nearly see through as it sticks to your flesh.
itâs not like youâre a total wimp - youâve always liked the humid heat that had so many people visiting spain all year round, and it even made you giddy when you could finally start wearing the skimpy, flowy clothing that back in your hometown, you only got to wear on the few hottest summer days. now, as you nearly feel lightheaded, you figure that 40 degrees celsius might just be the temperature that beats you.Â
âitâs almost 6 and you still havenât moved from the bed,â sae sounds amused from his spot on the balcony, glancing at you through the ajar doors. you turn your head to his direction, brows furrowing as you lean up on your forearm.Â
âyouâre letting the heat back in,â you whine, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed as you stand up rapidly. sae seems unbothered at the annoyed expression you wear, instead finishing his unknown iced beverage with a slurp of the straw, only turning your attention to you when his sight of the city below is blocked by that of your bare thighs. âthis really doesnât bother you, not one bit?âÂ
craning his head up to look at you, sae places the glass down and snakes his hands on the behind of your thighs. massaging the flesh, he can feel just how heated your body is - the warmth making his abdomen stir.Â
âgot used to it,â he shrugs, a shadow of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as your hands quickly work on prying his off your legs.
standing between his spread thighs, you are a sight that is just enough to make him harden in his shorts. he has to shift in his seat, hips bucking up momentarily and he knows, sees that your eyes flicker downwards, to where his hard on bulges in the 5 inch inseam shorts.Â
âgross,â you scrunch your nose, but the slight shudder of your chest tells him otherwise. âdonât even think âbout it. i can barely stand in this heat, let alone keep up with you.âÂ
the attitude youâve been sporting since yesterday, when the temperature started to rise abruptly, has been keeping sae on his toes ever since he first noticed the grimace on your face. now, that you were finally in his armsâ reach and he wonât have to share you with anybody else, it seems like life decided to punish him for all his sins and selfish ways. the first time you rebuffed his efforts, it made annoyance bubble deep within his chest and he had to bite on his tongue as to not say something thatâd only push you away further. if there was one thing sae hates, it is to impose on you- itâs all against everything that ever got him going. needing, craving you - wanting you all over him. nothing can rile him up the way your teary eyes do, whimpers and pleads turning to blabbering, muscles aching to touch him - but now, the image seems as far away as it did months ago, when thousand kilometers kept you separated.Â
kissing his teeth, sae stands up from his seat and delivers a single smack to your bottom, fingers grabbing at the flesh, forcing a yelp from your throat. âwatch it,â he quips, a finger sneaking behind the waistband of your thong to playfully snap it back. âyou donât want me joininâ in.â
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yeah, you didnât want him to join your little teasing game. that you know for sure, but you suppose it is too late for regrets now, when the temperature is still breaking the records and yet, sae managed to kindle an even stronger heat inside of you.
you have many things at the back of your head to keep worrying about, but somehow, sae and his presence all around is on the top of the list. now it isnât just the mind fogging heat you have to suffer from, but also sae and his screwing around and to make it worse, you canât escape it not even for a minute - you really do feel trapped with the consequences of your very own actions, right in your and saeâs top floor apartment. the heat is bringing you two main obstacles, that you just cannot seem to win over: you cannot leave the house to get back at sae and focus your mind anywhere else (you would quite literally melt), and, similarly, sae canât leave either, considering the temperatureâs high enough to keep people from doing daily tasks outside, yet alone practice and exhaust themselves (unlike you, he is very much thankful for the few obligatory days off). this leaves you in a position where you have to either swallow down your pride, give in to your urges - which feel almost primal to you now - and start begging your boyfriend for even just a lick of his attention.Â
as if having to admit defeat wasnât enough, youâre met with a wall that sae managed to build up almost overnight - one thatâs made of thick glass, so that it keeps him out of your needy reach, but allows him to stare down at you with a condemning glare, a glint of a smirk on his lips, as if saying see, i told you. youâve tried just about every trick in the book to ignite the spark in the emerald orbs youâve grown to love, but itâs all old news to him, it seems, and he doesnât budge no matter how desperate your efforts are.Â
or so you think - just because sae doesnât barge in right through the bathroom door upon hearing the muffled moans as you shower, doesnât mean that the sound leaves him unbothered. your legs almost kick out involuntarily from the dopamine rush as you feel your walls squeeze at your fingers, orgasm rushing through every nerve and making you keen softly. sae, sae please - he can hear it all, and knows very well that itâs exactly what you wanted of him when you left the door ajar, inviting. he has to grab at the throbbing in his shorts, giving his cock a single squeeze to relieve at least a crumb of the pressure or otherwise, he just might lose his cool and give in to you. he exhales through his nose, the knees that can carry him through the whole field in a flash now feeling weak under his weight as he listens to your moans die down.Â
the heat doesnât let up, even though itâs been two days already - the forecast says it should start moving north soon, finally give spain a moment to breathe - but saeâs stubborn, and you know that the tight knot that seems to tighten with each of his looks sent your way wonât come undone anytime soon.
oh, you have no idea how hard this miffed face youâve put on makes him. he sees you trying, of course he does, the way you started wearing your tiniest cropped tops and some flimsy panties around the house - even though you both know that itâs easier to fight the heat when wearing loose clothing. but if you wore anything else, he wouldnât have the view of your tits perking up as you stretch, sitting on the other end of the leather brown couch, the underside coming to view and luring him in to touch - and that he knows, too. heâs well aware that each and every time he groped and grabbed at the flesh of your bottom, heâs made it clear just how obsessed he was with the soft muscle there - and now youâre using it against him, as you bend over to reach for something under the sink. if only sae didnât know just how much of a whore you could be, heâd think that the wet spot on your panties was just his vision playing games with him. but he knows, and yet it doesnât make it any easier on him to not give up and submit to his need.
you can feel your eyelids grow heavy, struggling to keep your focus on the random movie youâve put on the tv to kill the time. the sunlight seeps through the blinds, scolding at your heated skin as you shift, clammy skin sticking to the leather brown sofa. you hum softly, head tilting to the side as you hear sae stop by the back of the couch, peeking at the scene playing out on the flat screen. one warm hand rest on the crook of your neck, sending a surprised shiver right down your spine, and your eyes wearily flutter open as you feel saeâs fingers slowly snake around your throat. giving a few light taps to your jugular, he gives no effort into knocking the breath out of your lungs as his hand gently squeezes. you were nearly dozed off just seconds before, but now youâre back awake and alert, heart racing as you feel saeâs hand fully wrap around your neck - a whimper ripping from your throat, thighs rubbing against each other at the thought that this might just be it.
sae almost jolts at the quivering sound, pulling his hand away quickly, âoi,â he mumbles, fighting back a smirk as he notices your shoulders tremble. he got you good. âsorry. i thought you were asleep,â the hand comes back up to ruffle your hair. âwonât disturb you anymore.â and just like that, heâs already walking down the hall, soon disappearing into your bedroom, leaving behind a burn at your neck and a throb between your legs.
the all-time high hits a few hours later, when sae wakes from his afternoon nap and reluctantly gets off the bed, slides padding softly against the hardwood floors. he scratches at the back of his neck, heading to the kitchen to grab a cold drink,
âhey,â heâs greeted by your voice, sweet but hushed, as if the heat sucked all of your energy out and only left a shadow behind. (youâve always been so soft when tired - it always made him press kisses to your reddened cheeks and just below your glassy eyes.) sae gives a small nod and notices the bright blue popsicle in your hand, eyes moving from the iced treat upwards, to your face - just in time as your tongue lolls out to take a long lick.
sucking a breath in, he forces a smile, âhm, you took the last one,â he notes, turning his back to you as he grabs a glass from the cupboard and fills it with tap water.
âyeah,â you hum, slurping, and sae feels his knees buckle.he keeps up his act, leaning back against the marble counter as you lock eyes. the juice is leaking down your fingers and you move to lick it off, a slow lap up your hand, âmâsorry, sae.â red starts to seep into his view, gaze zeroed on your tongue as it works around the tip of the lolly. âcouldnât help myself.â and then, it snaps.
you jump in your seat as sae slams the glass down on the table, and you want to knit your brows together and urge him to be careful - but seeing his restraints break makes your heart race and pussy throb. you are shameless, but it doesnât matter anymore. not when it has him so feral, desperate to feel you. he doesnât give you time to react - heâs known worldwide for his quick reflexes, after all - before heâs already pulling your hand away to the side and presses his hungry lips to yours.
you donât have it in you to even joke about him making a mess as the popsicle falls to the floor from your hand, mouth full of his tongue as it licks at your cheeks and grazes along your teeth. it has you moaning, a lewd muffled sound, as sae quickly works on pushing his sweatshorts down. he breaks the kiss as he hears you struggle to breathe, a strong hand wrapping around your throat in a firm grip instead as it pushes you down. your head spins at the urgency of his movements and the grunt he lets out when your knees hit the floor.
âyouâve been actinâ like a real fucking whore,â he grabs at your jaw tightly instead, fingers digging into the flesh of your cheek and forcing your mouth agape. âyou know that?â one wouldâve thought that itâs embarrassing, the way he has you on your knees in a matter of minutes, tongue hanging out, saliva pooling at the tip - but to you, this feels right. your hands pull at the waistband of the grey sweats, tugging them down promptly and a groan rips from saeâs throat at the feeling of his cock springing free. you reach to wrap a hand around it, just below the reddened head, and flick your thumb over the beads of precum that already seep out the tip. you crane your head up to watch saeâs brows furrow at the initial rush of pleasure and keep your wide eyes right on his as finally, you lean in to get a taste.
reaching one hand behind him, he grips the edge of the dining table and leans against it, other hand trailing up from your neck to grab a fistful of hair. he twists the locks around, hearing you wheeze at the sudden surge of pain, and cuts your surprised sounds off by pushing his hips forward.
âha-ah-â he gasps, eyes trained on your face and how the tears already start to cling to your lashes, âfuck- show me youâre sorry.â he grunts, shoulders rolling back before he adjusts the tight grip on your hair and pulls your face towards his abdomen. and if you didnât feel sorry for teasing the fuck out of him yet, then you were surely regretting it now as he bullies his cock deep into your mouth, until your small hands grab at the back of his muscled thighs. âyeah, thatâs it. take it.â you squeeze your eyes shut at the burn in the back of your throat, at the feeling of saeâs cock nearly rubbing up on your tonsils. it makes you gag, saliva spilling from the sides of your mouth already, and you feel rivulets of tears rush down your face as he pushes your head even further.Â
your nose presses against his abdomen, well trimmed and smelling of his shower gel and sweat. it turns your mind foggy and head dizzy - or is it the lack of oxygen? - as he starts thrusting, forcefully, other hand coming up to the back of your neck to gain better control of your movements. âyou know tha- ah- that i hate fuckinâ brats,â your nails break the pale skin on saeâs thighs, crescent moons glowing bright pink as you grasp at the sturdy muscle. itâs starting to ring in your ears, and your neck cramps from saeâs grip. âand yet, you want to be one so badly.â
your hands scurry to grap at his legs, desperate as white dots start to sparkle across your jet black vision and yet, he stills his hips, so deep you can almost feel him in your guts. you know he adores the free use you let him have of you, and that he has his moment to pull out perfectly calculated, knowing your limits better than even you do. but, sometimes, you wonder if heâs going to push you even further, until your muscles grow limp, throat relaxes around his girth-
you heave and gasp at the sudden flow of air as sae abruptly pulls you off of him, hand flying up to clutch at your chest. thereâs saliva pooling on the floor, a shameful image of filth that he forces from you each and every time, and from the corner of your eye you see sae step out of his shorts and kick them to the side.
âsix,â he speaks, cutting through the spiraling the asphyxiation put you into. âthatâs how many times youâve lead me on.â you whimper as sae grabs you by the forearm, pulling your body up from the floor. he takes notice on how it already feels putty in his hands as he backs you up against the table and pushes at your heaving chest until your back hits the wood. standing between your spread legs, he waits - listens.
âiâm- âm sorry,â you hiccup, voice wet with tears as one of saeâs thighs presses right against your clothed heat. he clicks his tongue, feeling the dampness against his skin, and he crams his muscle against your pussy harder. âyou were- you were teasinâ me, ân i needed you,â your hips stutter unwittingly, an attempt to spark some friction on your throbbing clit. sae notices, stoic eyes taking a short glimpse down to where youâre pressing up against him, before he focuses back on your pretty face.Â
âhuh?â he fakes astonishment, fingers working to pull the thin material of your thong to the side, âi thought you didnât want me? said somethinâ about the heat?â you gasp at the touch of his fingertips, the sensation turning your brain to mush, forcing quiet thankyouthankyouthankyou out of your mouth. keeping his stare on your expression, he places a thumb on your awaiting clit, and stills.Â
your back arches, a sob ripping through your chest, hand clutching at his wrist. âsae-â
âshh,â he hushes, slowly starting to rub precise circles, feeling the nub throb under his thumb. âyouâre a lucky girl, you know that?â his other palm rests on one of your knees, slinging your leg to rest on his shoulder. your head smacks back against the table and youâre pretty sure saeâs change of pace is giving you whiplash as he presses a kiss to your ankle, right by the little charm adorning the gold chain heâs once bought you.
âonly you can treat me like that and still deserve to be touched.â two fingers prod at your entrance, collecting the translucent cream that seeps out. you rest your forearm across your eyes, cheeks growing red as you can feel saeâs eyes zero in on your pussy, oozing with need. he dips a finger in, experimentally, watching out for a reaction as softly, he massages it against your front wall, barely two knuckles deep.Â
your body shivers, and sae wraps one arm around your leg, still resting against his chest to keep you from squirming. leaning down, he kisses you, mouth hot on yours as he drinks up every little gasp and keen as he works his fingers right against the sweetest spot he could find. pressing his palm flat on your clit, he picks up the speed, and you grab at his bicep with a breathy cry.
âgonna cum,â you blabber, but sae already feels it around his digits as they reach deeper, knuckles bending to kiss at the right spot. he hums - a quiet permission - with his fingers flexing on the flesh of your thigh as he holds you close through your high. he groans at the stuttering of your hips and squeezing of his walls on his fingers, so tight that he can barely move them to ride your high out, and rests his forehead on your collarbone. he feels, hears the translucent liquid spray against his palm as it rubs across your clit, grinds on it heavily. one of your hand is still holding onto his wrist, dainty fingers gripping on the bone as you squeal, the sensitivity making your nerves tingle.Â
sae eases his fingers out of you and he feels his cock throb at the sheen of your juices all over his hand - a tell tale sign of just how good he could make you feel - before he wraps it around his length, giving it a few firm pumps. you watch with half lidded eyes, saliva thick in your mouth as you try to pull your hips back. sae sends you a stern look, eyebrow raised, and you blush at the expression.
âwait a second,â you breathe, but feel saeâs cock slide between your folds anyway. with a low grunt, he grabs your other leg and puts it on itâs place on his shoulder.Â
ââve waited enough, i think,â he retorts, the fat, throbbing head catching on your sensitive clit and it makes him suck in a breath. youâre squirming underneath him, his hands on your hips not doing much in terms of keeping you still, but heâs just too focused on the warmth of your pussy across his length. you reach a hand down, fingers just barely wrapping around his cock as you guide it at your hole.Â
with just the slightest move forward of his hips, sae pushes right against the tight entrance, brows knit together as he bottoms out in a single motion - and his shoulders drop at the feeling, chest relaxing as if all the pent up tension had finally itsâ outlet. your vision blurs as his hands move to your thigh and waist, creating just the perfect leverage to manhandle your body for his own pleasure., and you have to bite at the back of your hand to muffle your cries as sae sets a quick pace.
youâre incoherent as he strokes deep inside of you, hips smacking against the back of your thighs, heavy balls slapping on your ass. it sounds so fucking filthy, so borderline obscene, and yet, when you manage a glance at saeâs face, he looks so fucking tepid. youâve seen this face before, usually on the big screen at the stadium as the camera zoomes in on his face as he handles the ball expertly. if there are two things that sae itoshi knows, it is soccer and fucking you dumb. he has his eyes trained on your pussy, at the creamy white ring that forms just at the base of his cock, and he grunts.
âyou take me so well,â he breathes, one hand letting go of your thigh to smack across your ass. it leaves a handprint, a pretty pale pink that burns on your skin, a reminder of tonight to stay on your flesh for the next few days. he wraps one hand around your throat, palm pressing on your jugular as he leans forward, sturdy chest pressing right against your tits, barely covered by the skimpy top youâre still wearing. you struggle to catch a breath, but sae only watches with observant, sharp eyes; soaks in the fucked out expression drawn across your face.Â
âyou gonna cum for me âgain?â he asks, euphoria in every breath as he drives his hips against yours even harder. he reaches one his hands just below your bum, pushing it upwards, creating a new angle that allows him to thrust right against your favorite spot. it makes your eyes roll back, chest trembling with a sob as you nod your head quickly, urgently.
âplease,â you whimper, and sae presses his forehead against yours.
he grunts, grip on your neck tightening as he braces himself to push into you harder, deeper. he feels his balls pull against his body, a shaky breath slipping past his parted lips, and he listens to the broken moans heâs forcing out of your abused throat.
sae isnât at all surprised his ego reaches the highest of heights - not with his name all over every sports site, every magazine, stamped onto tens of trophies. not when he can get you to cry for him like that.
âah- fucking hell-â he moans as he feels your pussy clamp down on his cock, a clear sign of your orgasm hitting you full force. your voice gets caught in your throat, but he can feel the tears sink into his hand as they stream down your face and jaw; he can feel your jittery hips against his, the pulsating of your walls on his throbbing, aching cock.Â
he feels the tight knot snap and with a deep groan, he bottoms out and stills his hips. white paints his vision as he breathes against your mouth heavily, pressing hot, messy kisses on your love bruised lips. you canât feel your thighs anymore, the stretch of the mating press having exhausted them to their limit, but you still whimper when sae pushes even deeper. his cock kisses at your cervix, filling you right up to the brim, and you feel him shudder.Â
you move your hands to rub up his biceps, taut and strong as they hold him up, and moan out as he slowly pulls his hips back.
sae takes a proper breather, heart hammering still against his ribcage as he straightens himself. he lets go of your neck eventually, instead smoothing his hands up your hamstrings and calves, slowly easing your legs back down and to wrap around his hips. you look at his face and feel your tummy flutter at the fucked out expression, the way his already dull eyes has grown even darker and how the blush spilled across his cheeks. he notices your staring and smiles slightly, having caught his breath eventually.
âgo clean up,â he sighs, giving your bottom a pat. âtime to cool down.â
note: âŠi have no words to say but enjoy hehe <3 how do i get a itoshi sae to myself googles. i'm writing this in online class whoops. this is not edited so sorry for the countless grammar errors...
first of all, no one could wrap their minds around the mere fact that itoshi sae, well-known for his extraordinary talent in soccer and is a complete asshole, managed to find a lover. in fact, some probably wonders what you see in him lmao. (i'm a sucker for pretty and stuck-up boys sorry anyways)
i think dating him requires a lot of patience, because most of the time he is overseas and not in japan. if you're currently pursuring your education in japan, sae is disheartened since that means he's unable to bring you along and refused to say it out loud.
you even teased him sometimes, although it leads to you getting blocked
you even teased him sometimes, although it leads to you getting blocked
you even teased him sometimes, although it leads to you getting blocked
don't worry, he unblocks you one minute later (again: simp.)
"what? don't tell me you're actually sad that i can't come along. damn, i didn't know you have emotions-"
"one more word from you, and i'm blocking."
"how about you block deez nuts."
"no wait, sAE UNBLOCK ME RIGHT NOW!!! >:("
now i see sae's love languages as acts of services and gifting gifts. this man is the type to hold the doors open for you. he's also the type to help tie your shoelaces when he noticed they were untied. despite him chiding you for your carelessness, just know he's simply worried about you and he's a sweet boy <3. kiss him on the cheek and that will be enough to silence him LMAO.
sae mentioned himself that he doesn't concern himself with the amount of money he earns. (please pay for my school fees) however, that turns out to be false when he started dating you. whenever your special days are round the corner, expect people to keep knocking on your door, calling for your name. there was once when your neighbors' wonders where you get the money from to purchase such branded items, only for you to explain that your boyfriend was responsible.
i also see sae as someone who values his privacy. he rather keeps you as a secret, holding you close to his heart. whenever he attends those conferences (against his will), there will always be people questioning about his lovelife. now sae being sae, straightup insults them without giving a damn that he gives a poor impression to the public. (that doesn't matter to the fans tho)
"itoshi, are you currently dating anyone or are you interested in anyone for some time now?" one of the press asked once they received the mass.
upon hearing the question, everyone in the room focused on the player, ears perked up and fingers readied by their keyboards. sae's eyes narrowed, obviously displeased with the question.
"that's none of your business, and even if i'm dating someone, it won't affect my play," he snapped.
sae prefers to keep pda behind closed doors, away from the prying eyes and gossiping mouths. with you, he can be himself and his cold facade melts away the moment you hold him in your arms, whispering about how proud you are of his achievements and how you will stay by his side through thick and thin.
he does get jealous, if he sees someone flirting with you in public. if it weren't for the fact, he has a reputation to maintain (what reputation), sae would have done even worse things as compared to throwing them a death glare that sends shiver down the stranger's spine.
when you're in public, the most he was willing to go to is kisses on the cheeks. to him, kisses on the lips is more intimidate and he prefers to have that to himself, not when everyone can see it. sae is the type of boyfriend to absentmindedly caressed your knuckles, rubbed circles on your inner wrists and if he's bold enough, he might even kiss your inner wrists while maintaining eye contact. your flustered state never fails to make him smirk, so do me a favor and smack him for me <3.
in conclusion, itoshi sae can be an ideal boyfriend and no, i do not accept criticism, thank you.
meguru said as he kissed down your neck, straddling your hips on top of you with that same playful smirk on his face, occasionally biting down on your skin just to hear you.
you weren't even able to respond, face flushed, hair sticking to your forehead, and shallow breaths, how could you when you absolutely knew where this was going?
âyou wanna try something, baby?â
âyou just tell me when you want me to stop, okay?â
you nodded slightly, looking up at meguru who was peering down at you with a small smile on his face.
âalrighty then.â
you could hardly process how fast this was going. one second you were watching a boring movie with your boyfriend, and the next he had you pinned down to the bed with a look on his face you'd never seen before. now, here you were, arms wrapped around meguruâs neck with your face in his shoulder as he slowly eased himself into you.
he was moving so slow you almost couldn't feel the pain, almost. there was still a little bit of pain while trying to adjust, but meguru took his time with his movements until he was sheathed all the way inside.
âare you okay?â meguru asked, pushing some of your hair out of your eyes to see him more clearly.
âmhm,â was all you were able to get out, trying to calm your heart down but it was sadly to no avail. you never thought this day would come, to be fair. you also didn't think meguru could act like this. guess you were wrong on both.
âdo you want me to move?â he asked next, his one free hand holding him up so he was hovering above you.
you were only able to nod, eyes screwing shut the moment you felt him slowly move and a low whimper left your mouth, your hand immediately covering your mouth after hearing it.
âdon't be quiet, baby,â meguru told you as he moved in and out slowly, âhow will i know if iâm doing it right if i can't hear you?â he whispered in your ear.
moving your hand off your mouth, you felt a chill go down your spine at the words.
âiâm gonna go faster now, okay?â
you nodded again, eyes opening to look up at meguru who was still smiling down at you. âgreat,â he said, one of his hands pinching your cheek lightly before placing it back on the bed next to you to hold himself up.
just like he said, he started to speed up his pace but not by much, just enough for you to get easier adjusted which appeared to be working with the sounds that were falling from your lips.
âgood boy, such a good boy,â meguru said with a smile while he thrusted into you, âjust for me.â
you could feel your face grow hot at what he was saying, and you put your face back into the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers being your only response.
âdon't tell me you have a thing for me saying that kinda stuff,â he spoke quietly while continuing his movements. âyou do, don't you?â
âsh-shut up,â you were hardly able to get out in between moans.
âyou do, then, great,â meguruâs smile grew bigger and he started to thrust faster without telling you, leaving a louder moan to come from you at the sudden change.
a light chuckle fell from his lips at your reaction, one of his hands moving to your hips and gripping it tightly with his nails, meguru continued, âthat's it, baby, you really are a good boy, aren't you? just for me, right?â
âmhm,â you hummed, your hands moving to grab ahold of his hair and tug on it. âj-just for y-you.â
âlook at me,â meguru grabbed your hair and made you look at him, âi wanna see how you look when i talk to you like this.â
you whined when he made you look at him, not even being able to open your eyes. you could only feel your face getting hotter the more meguru spoke, and you could tell he knew judging by what he said next.
âaw, you're so cute. looking all flustered just by me talking, you really are something special, ainât ya?â he teased, his nails digging into your skin more, âtell me how it feels, baby.â
âg-good,â you mumbled out incoherently, âreally g-good.â
meguru chuckled again, âyeah? iâm sure it does. iâll make you feel really good, baby. you know that i love you, so, so much.â he said while continuing to thrust, âi love you.â
âi love you too,â you were somehow able to get out.
he grinned down at you, leaning forward and kissing you while starting to go faster, making you moan into the kiss as he did so. âso good for me,â he mumbled into the kiss, âall for me.â
pulling away to breathe, you felt yourself slowly reaching the edge, with more louder moans spilling from your mouth without much care anymore, you tugged on his hair harder, âi-iâm close,â you whined.
âyeah? youâre gonna cum for me, my pretty boy?â he said teasingly, picking up his pace more to go even faster, âiâll make you feel really good, baby.â
âp-please,â you whimpered, âwanna feel good, please.â
âi gotcha, baby. donât you worry your pretty little head,â meguru told you before kissing you again.
moaning into his mouth more, you moved your hands from his hair to his back, scratching at it which made him hiss slightly. more whines spilled from your mouth into the kiss, breathing heavily and out of order, you pulled away from the kiss and your back arched, another loud moan coming from you as you came.
âgood boy. that's my good boy,â meguru said, petting your hair lightly and slowly easing out of you. âyou did so good for me, baby.â
you weren't able to respond, too busy trying to calm down and steady your breathing that you couldn't even hear what he said. he chuckled again, patting your head and laying down next to you. âyou're so cute, yâknow,â he added shortly after, âi love you.â
âi love you too,â you responded finally, looking over at him.
smiling brightly at you, meguru leaned over and pecked your lips. âiâm glad you do, cause i love you more.â
Imagine being in a relationship with the one and only Itoshi Sae. And one thing for sure is that it was full of fun. "What are you doing babe?" ".. Making you a coffee?" "That's not how you use a coffee maker, darling." "..."
Imagine all the late night talks and wall, all the silly arguments, the laughter and unplanned night dates when he was around. All the overseas call and video call and messages when he wasn't around for a big game overseas.
Sae missed called
Sae: Why aren't you answering?
Sae: It's literally in the middle of the day in there and also your day off.
Sae missed called
Sae: Hey.
Sae: If you don't reply in 5 minutes I'm booking a flight in there right now.
You: Sae. Wtf.
You: I was in the shower.
Sae: Soo?
Imagine looking back in your first meeting with your lover, it was probably one of the most unexpected moments of your life. Walking on the streets of Japan during your vacation, as well as letting the days passsd by as you wait for match of Japan U-20 vs. Blue lock.
"Hey Sae, remember the first time we met?" "Of course." "You're not talking about that time I approached you after the match for a autograph where you end up signing off your contact info aren't you?" "... Isn't that the first time we met?" You can't help but to look at him in disbelief. "No! I'm talking about the day before the game where you're looking all troubled up in front of the arcade machine because you don't know how it works!" "That. Was you?" "GASP. I though you kne-" "Right I knew." "You were looking confused right now!"
Imagine the way you smile and cheer along the crowd as he played, the way you shout and scream in delight as he scores, unconsciously hugging the stranger right beside you as you celebrate being on the same side and probably same favorite player. "Oh my God! Did you see that?! That's my man!" You laugh and scream as you hug the stranger right beside you.
Imagine the way Itoshi Sae he make his way into you after a winning goal, the way he does a light jog as he saw you waiting just behind the barricade, the way he was glaring at the stranger right beside you, having to witness the little hugging session earlier. Although a part of him knew it was just wave of the moment as he scored, still.
Imagine the way you greeted him with a smile and proud look on your face. He grabbed you on the back of your neck, and the next thing you know is that his kissing you in front of thousands, probably tens of thousands of people in the stadium. "That last one is just for you so I hope to get some reward at home." Of course he did not forget to send the person right beside you a smirk.
Imagine the way you chuckle, cheeks tainted pink upon his actions but as he said those words, you lean in once again and gave him a following quick kiss on the lips. "Alright. Well talk about that once we get home." "Hmm, as long as you keep it as a promise." "Oh do you plan to attend your after party?" "No, it's troublesome." "Okay. Now go get some shower as I waited for you at the back door, you stink."
â gn! reader, established relationship, teeth-rotting fluff
(a/n): AHH IâM SO LATE I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS FOR HIS BIRTHDAY so happy belated bday to my favortie bee boy!! <3 itâs a little shorter compared to saeâs and yukimiyaâs but :(
according to personality database, bachira is an estp which is so trueâ his personality shines through your relationship with him đ€
in your relationship, bachira is most comfortable around you with letting loose and just being himself :( and wants you to be able to have fun when youâre with him too
i think heâs subconsciously just a little bit dependent but that stems from his loneliness and just wants someone to be there with him đ
so heâs basically attached to your hip now i donât make the rules, he does
bachira is the most energetic and spontaneous bf out of the bllk cast and i rest my case that his favorite types of dates are the ones you both go on at 3 am
his giving love language is 100% quality timeâ he just wants to do everything with you đ«
the type of guy to throw rocks at your window and then take you to go to mcdonalds and you guys go eat at a playground on the swings
while he pays for the both of youâ he is a fry thief, he WILL steal your fries đ thinks itâs the most funniest thing ever when you get prissy when he does it
some other date ideas that i think bachira would really like is,, golfing (?) I KNOW ITâS RANDOM but thatâs what makes it something bachira enjoys doing with you!
his favorite season is summer because it gets him excited! beach or boardwalk dates are a must atpâ he loves every activity you could do like playing at the carnival fair, building sand castles, beach volleyball, collecting sea shells, and everything (you get the gist)
with his fingers intertwined with yourâs, bachira tugs you along to the football-themed carnival game propped up against the railing of the boardwalk. the game itself was a large goalpost with various circular cutouts to indicate where the player should aim the football into. various of vibrantly-colored stuffed animals were put on display as prizes.
âcâmon, hurry!â bachira urges you to move faster, his almost running pace competing with your much slower walking, âi wanna to see if i can win you a prize from that one!â
it isnât much sooner until thereâs an oversized stuffed bee plush secured in your arms after bachira manages to scores the football into all of the circular cutouts with easeâ a clear testament of his skill.
Also hope thereâs still a slot for me to send in a Blue Lock request đ„° sfw, but youâre trying to wake up a sleepy Bachira but to no avail đ đ€Šđ»ââïž also ily mwah â„ïž *headpats*
âžș CW: sfw. sleepy bachira. cuddling. established relationship. pet names: babe. MINORS DNI! AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!
âžș WC: 611. not proofread or edited. COMMENTS, LIKES N REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3
fem!reader + bachira meguru
âžș NOTE: FINALLY GOT AROUND FOR THIS ONE AHHH YESSSS SO HAPPY !! i loved this one so much!! ilymmm <3 mwaaah!! thank you for requesting. links and master list are not working </3 so please search: ⣠➻ lala writes & â° âž» lalaâs workshop for all my works!
You yawn out loudly, nudging your shoulder into your boyfriends in an attempt to wake him up. Your tired eyes scan the black alarm clock, its blue numbers blinking.
âBachi!â you half whisper, slipping your cold feet against his exposed leg.
He hums, shifting his body closer towards you as he wraps one long arm around you. His chin is nuzzling itself into the crook of your neck. âWhat?â he utters, his voice is groggy, rough and it makes your heart race. His fingers play with the drawstrings of your night shorts.
âItâs 5 in the morning, my love.â you whisper, trying your best to shove him off of you and onto his side of the bed. Except, he doesnât budge. Not even a bit and it makes you huff out a breath of air through your nose.
â10 more minutes,â he replies as he yawns into your neck. His legs entangling with yours, his hair tickling your cheek, âGo back to sleep.â he mutters, blowing you a sleepy kiss.
His small snores fill the room as you watch the time roll.He fell back asleep in under 10 minutes and itâs been 30 minutes, and he still wasnât budging. You pry his grip from off your side, sliding yourself off the bed and quickly shoving the body pillow in your spot.
You watch him wrap a leg around the pillow, muttering sweet nothings into the pillow. It makes you chuckle to yourself, shaking your head at your sleepy boyfriend as you lightly pull the covers from the bed.
Bachira sits up in bed tiredly, brows furrowed and a sour look on his face. âWhat was that for?â he whines, trying to pull the covers from your grasp.
âYouâre going to be late for practice.â you comment, letting the covers go from your tight grip.
âSo? Come back to bed, babe. I can make time.â he shrugs, scooting a bit to make enough room for you as he motions for you to come closer towards him.
You give in, shamefully, that is but you wouldnât mind spending a little more time with him. Getting up early each morning and wrestling with him to get up always ends up with you tangled in his arms snoring in his chest. He had always been a heavy sleeper, snoozing through events or even movie nights in the living room. Bachira Meguru hates getting up for things when he knows he has to get up to do them.
You trace the outline of his collarbone, âYou're running late now.â you sleepily say, swallowing the yawn that wants to erupt from your mouth. He pulls you closer into him, rubbing his cheek up against yours in an attempt to make you fall back asleep.
âItâs just warm-ups.â he whispers, rubbing your thigh as he kisses your cheek. He hums sweetly, continuing to pepper kisses around your cheek.
âAnd have half the team at our doorstep?â you say, squirming your way out of his soft grip.
He pauses, shrugging off your comment, pulling you back into bed with him. Your face collides with his chest, his arms wrap around your waist as he nuzzles his head closer to yours.
âIf I were a worm, would you still love me?â he questions, looking at you before kissing your cheek.
You shake your head at the silly question, another tactic of his, something he learned from you. âGet out of bed.â you mumble into him.
âNo,â he chuckles, rolling over on top of you as he kisses your forehead. You groan, trying to push him off of you but he doesn't budge. âWe are staying in bed until 10.â
Product Description: fluff headcanons with a short s/o
Ingredients: Bachira, Rin & Nagi
Contains: Short reader - 5'3'' and below, probably swearing, lilliputian (li-li-pyoo-shun) = trivial or very small
Total: ÂŁ5.20
â BACHIRA (5'9'')
Bachira never really saw his height as something specialâŠuntil he met you *cue sparkles in his eyes*
He absolutely loves it when you ask him to get something from the top shelf. It makes him feel all giddy inside to know that you need him.
Teases you. A lot.
Though he loves when you ask him to get things, heâs the reason it was there in the first place.
Rests his arm on your head, even though itâs uncomfortable for him. Bachiraâs very committed to the joke, but heâll stop if it makes you uncomfortable.
As Iâve said before, yâall donât cuddle noâŠitâs a fight to the death (or at least until youâre tired)
But when both of you are calm, Bachira puts the lesson he learnt from Selena into action, âCanât keep my hands to myselfâ.
Likes being big spoon and almost squeezes the life out of you almost every time.
â RIN (6'1'')
Generally, Rin is taller than most people so he never really noticed the height difference between the two of you
That was until he realised how you had to tiptoe to kiss him
The height difference isnât really something thatâs on his mind and he rarely teases you about it.
The most heâd probably do is hold your phone above his head when he wants your attention.
Rin also sometimes acts like heâs very small and forgets that heâs heavy as shit. So he kinda just flops on you when heâs tired.
You never let him live down the day he accidentally headbutted you while doing this. When you bring it up, he acts all stoic and pretends that he canât hear you.
The first time Rin saw you wearing one of his shirts, his soul went to heaven. Never had he ever thought that the sight would be something he liked. Especially since his shirts reach your knees.
So now, he not-so discreetly tries to get you to wear his clothes. Example, spilling drinks on you by âaccidentâ or changing the location of your date so you have to wear different clothes, wow and look at that, Rinâs got a hoodie in the back of his car.
â NAGI (6'3'')
The complete opposite of Rin.
Nagi is not afraid to tease you for how small you are and takes every chance he gets to do so
Puts things at a higher reach
Sometimes he just picks you up. Not bridal style. No, our boy is way too sophisticated for that.
He does it firefighter style. Over the shoulder and everything. Mostly Nagi does it mid-sentence to catch you off guard.
Smacks your ass. Very hard. Probably leaves a mark.
Another one that likes to act small even though he isnât.
When heâs playing video games, he likes being between your arms and will pull you back if you try to leave.
Very clingy.
Has said this joke too many times and still keels over in laughter.
The joke in question: âYa know Y/n, I donât like making jokes about shorter people. Yeah, I think itâs just low-hanging fruit.â
Blue Lock Boys (Nagi, Chigiri, Bachira, Rin, & Sae) X Gn!Reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: Language
âą at first, nagi didn't really get the point of kissing, he thought it was weird and that there was other things/ways to prove you're in a relationship
âą but after watching a few movies with reo (who forced him to) he sort of understood and it would start with little pecks on the cheek much before actually kissing
âą he knew he loved you, obviously, so he was going to try and make sure he showed it, at least try even if it didn't work
âą the first kiss with nagi was...a mess, he had no clue what he was doing, trying to follow reo's advice but it was only making it worse đ
âą he was very awkward and hesitant that you just told him it was okay if he wanted to wait on actual kissing and sticking with short pecks
âą this mans was not having that, so he instead would continue to try and kiss you better, and after some time he did get better at it!
âą nagi doesn't particularly enjoy PDA, but after a game he will always pick you up and kiss you whether the team won or not, and it's surprisingly more passionate each time
âą sometimes his kisses can get sloppy, but that's just because he doesn't always know what he's doing or how to do it, he just wants to express it somehow that he does really love you
âą kisses with bachira are very unexpected and unpredictable, but that's just how he is so don't fret
âą very playful with his kisses, he will randomly grab your face and just started peppering kisses all over your face and especially if he's asking for something
âą also he will kiss you anywhere, face, hands, shoulders, anywhere his lips can touch he will kiss, would also kiss your head but probably end up getting hair in his mouth and spitting it out đ
âą he will show he loves you mostly through kisses and actions, so expect a lot of kissing with this boy
âą the first kiss with bachira was eventful, he had won a match with his team and literally ran up to you and just kissed you without saying anything, grinning widely after when he felt you kiss back
âą bachira is never awkward with his kisses and goes straight in with no hesitation, and will do it at the most random (and worst) times possible even if they're messy
âą sometimes when bachira gets desperate and you won't kiss him he'll just suddenly grab your face and kiss you with more emotion than most of the other times which shocks you, but that's what he wants
âą this boy does not give a single fuck about PDA, he'll kiss you whenever and wherever he wants! he also loves it when people get jealous because then he just sticks out his tongue like ":P ha"
âą kissing chigiri is like out of a literal disney movie like đ”âđ«
âą he is just magically amazing at kissing, slow, passionate and loving, literally perfect there's nothing wrong with him
âą he likes holding onto your hands while kissing or his hand resting on your cheek because he says he feels closer to you that way
âą the first kiss with chigiri was pretty perfect, he took you out during the winter at night to look at the city and christmas decorations while drinking hot chocolate and he kissed you in front of the giant christmas tree đ€§
âą chigiri ADORES forehead kisses, whether it's him doing it or you he's a sucker for them, he just thinks it's so cute
âą he's the type to ask if he can kiss you before doing it (i want him)
âą would totally remake kissing scenes/images from movies with you and post the pictures beside each other bragging about you
âą chigiri is pretty iffy on PDA, while he does hold hands with you always and gives small pecks, he'd get embarrassed if he fully kissed you in public, especially in front of his friends
âą rin thought kissing was stupid at first honestly đ he thought it was weird and gross at least before he met and started dating you, then he lightened up a little
âą he still thought it was weird though so he didn't kiss you for a few months even after you two started dating until one day he was practicing alone with you watching him and he couldn't focus at all, so you told him you knew a way and you kissed him which then started the beginning of rin's obsession for kissing you
âą if practicing which was almost always, every time he made a goal you would kiss him which surprisingly worked which you honestly didn't think would but it made him work harder and do better so đ€·ââïž
âą rin prefers to kiss you on your hand or forehead if he can't directly kiss your lips, if he's holding your hand he'll just out of nowhere lift your hand up to his lips and kiss it but act like he didn't do anything
âą he gets flustered easily if you initiate the kiss, on rare occasions he will blush because he's never been treated like this before and he was so used to acting like his brother that he forgot he was his own person, not his brother's shadow
âą the only times he will genuinely kiss you is when you two are alone whether in his room or on a date because it's private and he feels confident to do it when there's no one else to possibly see or poke fun at him
âą his kisses are honestly a mess of emotions, and can vary at any moment, sometimes he's aggressive with it if he's desperate, sometimes he'll be slow and think through every second, or he'll just smash his lips against yours and call it a kiss of sorts
âą rin hates hates HATES PDA, he would rather die than be spotted by the other blue lock contenders kissing you or doing any form of affection with you, but he will interlock your pinky finger with his when walking around
âą sae also thought kissing was stupid, but he also thought dating was stupid until he started dating you, so there's that đ
âą you are quite literally the only person he enjoys being around and can tolerate, he hates everyone else pretty much, so just to get on his good side is a surprise
âą the most he would do in the beginning is kiss the top of your head and maybe your hand, but it took a while to actually kiss you
âą the first kiss with sae was interesting to say the least, he was arguing with rin about something and kept putting him down so you took initiative and shut him up by kissing him, shocking both brothers, let's just say it worked and they stopped fighting
âą since then sae started kissing you, usually as a hello or goodbye kiss but then into thank you kisses and then just doing them for no reason
âą he tries to act all cool about it and shit but he feels all giddy on the inside when he's kissing you, and it's obvious to you at least
âą sae's kisses are most of the time quick and without much thought, but there are times where he does put emotion and passion into it, usually after a match or if he's feeling confident enough
âą sae also hates PDA, especially when he has a reputation and people know him, so he tries to steer away from that when anywhere he goes people are trying to talk to him, he will have an arm wrapped around you though and occasionally kiss your temple
âș lumiâs note â this is my first time writing a request and coincidentally, also my first post for the bllk (best) boys! i hope you like it, anon!
MEGURU BACHIRA àŒâ§âË.
i have a very good reason to believe that meguru bachira just one day wakes up and decides that he loves you and is going to tell you. donât get me wrongâhis epiphany may be sudden, but this has been a long time coming, and itâs high time he tells you.
since this morning, meguru bachira is a man on a mission. he is going to tell you that he has feelings for you, and it has to be today. to be honest, meguru isnât the type of person to come up with those cheesy and romantic gestures. he finds his own ways to do things, and confessing isnât any different.
just like clockwork, you approach the school quadrangle with tree boxes where you always sit down on to read books and sometimes watch bachira as he shows you his tricks in football. it has been a routine of some kind to meet there every after class and you both liked it.
as for you, the presence of the boy is comforting after a long day even though youâre both just doing your own thing, but you know that heâs there and itâs enough. of course, who can forget the ice cream he buys you as a thanks for accompanying him while he plays football?
today, meguru is already there when you arrived. as always, his feet are already playing with the ball in some way even if heâs still in his school uniform. heâs cute like this, you think. in his point of view, while you close the distance between the two of you, he gets more and more excited to tell you.
ây/n! think fast!â before you know it, the ball is already flying towards you. although spending a lot of time with him has resulted in you knowing how to at least catch a ball, you opt to dodge it this time.
âwhat the heck, megs? you trying to kill me?â
he chuckled, âyou have to catch it, y/n!â
you looked at him incredulously, âno, thank you. i came here to peacefully read my new copy of pride and prejudice, so if you mayââ
âaw, come on! pick it up! pretty please?â
okay, letâs get this out of the wayâmeguru bachira has irresistible puppy eyes that can get him anything he wants. so, you do it and you picked up the ball.
âtell me what it says, pretty.â
your brows furrowed in confusion, but your instincts guided you to search the ball for whatever he meant. and there, in big, black, bold lettersâi love you.
the scoff that comes out of your lips in insincere and the smile that creeps into your face is a telltale sign of how you feel the same way.
he grins, âwell?â
âthink fast, meguru!â
you aim the ball towards his head and throw it playfully, which he catches without effort. he looks at you expectantly.
âi love you too, idiot.â
he may or may not have kicked the ball so hard it reached the rooftop of the nearest building to the point where it cannot be retrieved, but who knows?
HYOMA CHIGIRI àŒâ§âË.
HYOMA CHIGIRI àŒâ§âË.
oh dear, you have to tell him first or else, your happily ever after with him will end before it even started. he is very well aware of how he feels about you, but the 50/50 chance of you liking him back or not doesnât sit well with him, and it makes him sick to his stomach imagining you rejecting him. heâd rather die than go through that heartbreak slash embarrassment. doesnât do well with rejections. so, yeah.
it has been a frustrating month, to say the least, because chigiri has been acting weird. you guys went from basically acting like an old couple to casual acquaintances, and you donât understand. not too long ago, everyone was expecting you to be together by the end of this year and truth to be told, you thought so too.
in chigiriâs defense, he is freaking out. his friends are pressuring him to man up and tell you how strongly he feels about you, but that is the problem. he feels too strongly and heâs afraid how rejection coming from your end will affect everything.
first, heâll lose you and your friendship. followed by losing months of proper training because heâll be nursing his heartbreak seriously. the odds arenât in his favor, and itâs keeping him awake at night.
obviously, he has been thinking too much about this, that he hasnât noticed how heâs hurting you in the present. heâs not showing up to your little picnics by the soccer field, heâs not responding to the cutesy sticky notes you hand to him in class, and heâs not even looking at you, much less talking to you.
âbro, you trying to become single forever, or what?â his friend, isagi, who absolutely has no game when it comes to girls as well, asks him.
âwhat do you mean?â
âjust look at your pretty lil y/n,â isagi shamelessly points towards your direction in the cafeteria, and chigiri hurriedly puts his friendâs hand down.
but he sees what he meansâyou are looking at them with that faint melancholy in your eyes that youâre trying to hide. chigiri can only look away alongside the torturous feeling tugging at his heartstrings.
of course, sheâs upset. iâm her friend and i havenât been talking to her. iâll just apologize once i sort these feelings out, he rationalizes.
that is only until you corner him as soon as he got out of the comfort room. you look confrontational and it has him terrified. heâs actually alone. with you. the person who he is head over heels in love with.
âspit it out, hyoma,â you demand with venom and hurt laced in your voice it almost makes him flinch.
since heâs backed against the wall and youâre standing inches right in front of him, he figures running away isnât the right thing to do in this situation.
âtell me straight up and end my agony. iâll try my best to fix whatever problem you have with me, but i canât do that if you wonât tell me!â
âw-what do you mean?â is all he could muster because his brain can only process the fact that he can smell your perfume and natural scent from here and it is sending him on a frenzy.
god, he is so damn in love with you.
however, he is pulled out of his reverie when he hears your small sniffles and when he catches sight of your tears.
no, no, no.
donât cry. not for me. not for anyone.
ây/nââ
âis it because you found out that iâm in love with you, hyoma? is⊠is that why youâve been avoiding me? you could have just told me and iâd do my best to fall out of love with you if thatâs what it takes for you to remain friends with meââ
a string of patience breaks within him, and with that comes a breath of pure relief as he grabs your nape to pull you in on a kiss.
âbut i donât wanna be friends,â he whispers in between kisses. âi love you too. i love you, baby.â
ISAGI YOICHI àŒâ§âË.
he claims that he has loved you ever since you were both kids to everyone who asks him who you are (yes, everyone knows that this nerd is in love with you except⊠well, you). it was only when he had to go away to blue lock for some time that he realizes he needs to confess to you before spending time apart, and also because he is scared heâd lose you to your other admirers.
isagi is restless.
itâs valentineâs day and he just witnessed your locker throw up a bunch of love letters from losers who are confessing their undying love for you. idiots. if anyone here has undying love for her, itâs me.
despite knowing that no one will love you more than he does, he is still all fidgety and nervous because unlike those losers, he hasnât confessed to you.
itâs ridiculous. you have been together basically since kindergarten and has been inseparable since then. both of you have seen each other in their highs and lows. you have laughed and cried together. you have made plans for a future where the other is present.
isnât it already a given that he loves you? does he really have to say it at this point? you must know, right? you know him. he doesnât even have to talk and you already know what heâs thinking. there is no way that you donât know he loves you.
âoh, wowâthis is a lot!â you exclaim, mostly thankful for all the love that literally just poured out of your locker for you. âitâs like twice as many as last year.â
you start picking up the letters and chocolates on the ground, which isagi helps you with. he is the designated eater of the chocolates you canât finish.
âtoo bad they donât got a chanceââ he starts, and you interrupt him to disagree.
âi donât think so, yoichi. weâre in the right age to be dating people. also, youâll be leaving me alone once you attend that training, so it wouldnât hurt to give one of them a chance.â
poor isagi deflates upon hearing that. it never occurred to him that you will be with someone else. to him, it will always be you and him. there could be no extras in your story.
oh, boy. was he wrong to be so complacent. apparently, you have no damn clue that your childhood friend has always loved you. and now, heâs on a dilemma and his other friends have to hear about it.
âitâs your fault, though?â nagi states the obvious. âyou never told her, so howâd she know? boring.â
meguru nods eagerly, âbut itâs fine, yoichi! there will always be someone out there for you. but of course, youâll have to suffer watching her with someone else first.â
when he realizes that his friends are no help at all, he takes matters into his own hands and put aside his doubts for a while to muster up the courage to finally confess to you after years of pining.
the day before he goes away for training, he offers to walk you home like he always does. the difference of today from all the other days is that he pulls your wrist just right before you disappear into your door.
âwait a minute,â he says.
you face him again, and without a word, he locks a necklace around your neck with a pendant of a small soccer ball with his initial in the middle. your lips part in awe and in realization of what he is about to say, but you find yourself speechless at how heâs looking at you with the softest eyes he could give only you, with the setting sun behind him.
âi never told you this, but i want you to rememember it starting from now. i love you. i want you to be mine, and mine alone. and this may sound selfish, but will you wait for me until i get back?â
you sigh and caress his cheek on your palm. âhoney, i have always loved you too. i am yours already. of course, i will wait for you. so donât worry about me and do your best over there, alright?â
âyouâll be here when i get back?â
âiâll be here when you get back.â
SEISHIRO NAGI àŒâ§âË.
the realization hits him in the middle of a football game. he canât stop thinking about you and it has been affecting his games. thereâs no other explanation for that, right? he likes you. and he has to tell you in front of the ocean of people watching because he just canât wait but ease the bugging feeling in his stomach.
nagi is not playing like usual, and coach ego has scolded him like five times since the game started.
him being himself, he canât even bring himself to care because his mind is plagued with thoughts of you. he wants to play and see the field on a levelheaded point of view to match with isagiâs tactics, but boy, are you annoying. you are all he can think about, and it is frustrating him!
âwhat kinda bullshit was that, nagi?!â reo shouts at him from across the field because the white-haired boy failed to catch the ball meant for him. âfocus!â
âiâm really fucking trying, man!â he shouts back painfully and truthfully, because he really is trying but it doesnât seem to be working.
the game continues on and all nagi can think about are your lips and how they move whenever you smile, your eyes whenever you talk about something you love, your hair when the autumn air makes it dance like leaves on trees, or your small pout when he refuses to give in to your whims!
âgoddammit!â he frustratingly utters as he tries to steal the ball from the opponent. he is too close to succeeding until his brain once again flashes a memory of you laughing like the beautiful human being you are.
âyou got this, sei!â you cheer from the bleachers, and your voice is much too distinct for his ears not to hear it. almost faster than the speed of light, he looks at you. his breath gets stuck in his throat as soon as he sees you in his jersey, waving up a huge banner with his name on it. in that split second, he got tackled by the players running on the field.
âfucking hell! thatâs it!â he grumbles. âoh, y/n. you are damn annoying. making me fall in love with you like a fool. annoying! annoying! annoying!â
ego substitutes him out of the game, and he takes that chance to climb up the bleachers to approach you. the game is yet to restart, so a lot of eyes are on him and his annoyed expression.
you, however, know better. he may be annoyed, but definitely not by you, even though heâs staring straight at you ask he walks. you smile at him.
âyou okay, sei?â you ask in concern because he just got tackled to the ground moments before reaching you. âyouâve been out of focusââ
âbecause youâre here, dammit.â
you laugh through your nose, âwhat? i thought you wanted me to come watch the game, seishiro..â
âcanât focus now. i donât know what to do. i canât stop thinking about you. whatâre you doing to me, huh? stop it right now! we need to win!â
âiâm not doing anything, though?â
âthat! that pout! stop it!â
seishiro nagi looks incredibly cute like this. he is literally towering over you in his 6â3 prowess and yet, he throws tantrums like a little boy.
âwhat exactly am i doing to you, sei?â
âyou make me want to leave the damn field so i can climb up here to kiss you! because i love you! and i canât stop thinking about you in that huge jersey!â
your heart overflows with the sudden confession from the boy you have liked for some time now, plus the fact that you have an entire stadium before you, but you are not complaining. not at all.
you take the initiative to tiptoe and kiss seishiro nagi in hopes that it will calm him down to last the game.
âi love you too, sei. no need to be so restless, hm? iâll be watching from here and iâm not going anywhere, so you better focus!â
like the small peck wasnât enough, he carries you by your waist to press a deeper kiss on your lips that he has only ever dreamed of kissing.
âokay. i guess that helps. see you after the game.â
he scores the winning goal, and everyone can tell that he is impatient. they are right. as soon as the game ends, he runs to celebrate with you in his arms.
Mikey and (name) had been promised to one another since they presented as children, both having fallen hopelessly in love with one another.
That's why it made (name) absolutely furious and heartbroken when he learned Mikey had been getting pretty close to some Omega, giving him rank in Toman and even a matching motorcycle to Mikey.
(Name) was only allowed on a motorcycle if Mikey was riding it.
(Name) dead stared the blond Omega and his alpha who had his arm wrapped around the omegas shoulder.
(Name) didn't have a problem with his alpha being close to Omegas, Toman had a few omegas in its ranks but (name) knew those omegas.
This was an Omega Mikey didn't introduce (name) too.
When someone begins courting or anything further with an Omega or an alpha, they have to introduce their mate to any possible competition that the person plans on being friends or the likes with and vice versa.
(Name) had been introduced to all of the omega captains and vice captians: Hakkai, Souya and Chifuyu.
And (name) would introduce Mikey to any alpha be was even talking too, usually for project's or something.
Mikey looked too comfortable near the Omega who slightly leaned into his touch.
The blush set (name) off.
He was just here to bring the jacket Mikey forgotten at (name)s place.
"Mitsuya... Could you give this to Mikey" (name) asked in a cold voice, the lavender alpha immediately connecting the dots as he smelt the distress and rage radiating off (name) in waves.
(Name) didn't even give Mitsuya a chance to react as he turned and left the shrine, upset at his mates actions.
"Oi Mikey" Mitsuya said holdinh Mikey's jacket and a paper bag with a crushed Taiyaki in it "you forgot something vital" Mitsuya continued with a blank stare, annoyed on (name)s behalf "and it isn't the jacket"
"What did I forget?" Mikey asked with a raised eyebrow.
"That you already have an Omega who currently thinks you're cheating"
"The fuck are you talking about Mitsuya? How would I be cheating on (name)!" Mikey was furious at his subordinates accusation and Mitsuya just listed off everything he's done for takemichi that he wouldn't even consider for (name).
"And finally you got another Omega a matching motorcycle and have been actively treating him like he's you're mate when you AND takemichi both have mates"
Mikey was silent as he realized that oh he fucked up.
He fucked up real bad.
(Name) was practically shaking in rage as he ripped apart his nest, removing anything that belonged to Mikey.
That Omega could keep him! Mikey was never like that with him, didn't even get him a matching keychain let alone a bike!
(Name) cried as he thought about how Mikey hadn't put a lot of effort into their courtship, acting like the fact that they were betrothed since childhood was enough.
It wasn't.
(Name) worked hard to be a good Omega for Mikey, trained since he was a child to do everything an Omega would need and even made Mikey lunches EVERY DAY!
(Name)s room was a mess as his nest was destroyed and items scattered, shaking and sobbing as he looked around.
"(Name)?!" Mikey called out from the entrance of the house, knowing (name)s parents and siblings were out today as he slipped off his boots and followed the putrid scent of a sad Omega.
When (name) heard Mikey call to him he decided he didn't want to see him so he did what any rational person does.
Hid under his bed.
Mikey walked into the room and his heart dropped at the nest that was now everywhere.
He reaaaally fucked up.
"Baby? Where are you"
Mikey said softly, he knew he was in here.
Mikey looked around the room and in the closet before staring at the bed.
Laying down he lifted the blanket to look at (name) in the corner area, tears streaming down his face and hissing at him "please baby let's talk"
"Go see your Omega" (name) shot back and Mikey supposed he deserves that one "you're my Omega baby"
"Then why don't you treat me like I am?! Why are you giving another Omega special treatment!"
"I really have been neglecting you haven't I?"
"You let some Omega that you never introduced me too get a matching motorcycle, let him touch you and SCENT you and not to mention spend every moment of your free time with him, neglecting barely covers it" (name) hissed out "you cheated"
"What if I did the same to you?"
That made Mikey halt as a sour scent escaped him.
Jealously.
"You forgot about your current Omega before moving on to a new one, if that's what you want... I will talk to my parents about ending the engage---HOLY SHIT" Mikey lifted the bed and flipped it, leaving (name) exposed.
The Omega yelped as he was pinned under Mikey, the blond staring at him with a serious expression "don't you dare finish that sentence"
"Why? So you can collect omegas like toys?" (Name) bit back, struggling not to submit to the Alpha. "Michi" "oh he has a nickname now?" "M i c h i isn't my omega, you are--- he's no more than a friend and besides he's already paired"
(Name) didn't believe him as he glared back and mikey sighed "I'm sorry I made you feel as if I was betraying you like this, takemichi doesn't matter to me in that way, I should have introduced you to him and not gotten too close to an Omega that you don't know enough to trust"
(Name) didn't care if the other omega captians/vices got close to Mikey, knowing them long enough to not care but this was a stranger.
"You smell like him" (name) grumbled out and Mikey let out a soft laugh "I'm sorry baby, I really haven't been treating my omega good huh?"
"Treating me like garbage"
"I'm sorry angel, how about tomorrow you and me order food and we rebuild your nest yeah?"
this was interesting since Jugram is sort of the living embodiment of that âis this allowed????â vine (but polite) to me.
Jugram Haschwalth:
Jugramâs stilted intimacy issues will come leaping out now that youâre together for weeks on end, with no where for him to hide his vulnerabilities.
Heâs unused to making a lot of needless (let alone very friendly) conversation, his catalogue of casual topics tapering to a select few interests when compared to his childhood. Youâll often catch him shutting his mouth and walking away mere seconds after he steps into the room youâre in. His approach to initiating sex is much the sameâin other words, the seducing is up to you and youâve certainly got your work cut out for you.
Sex is more of a duty than a past-time to him. This isnât to say he dislikes sex; he simply views it as more than fun. He takes it seriously. Having sex has a purpose. To him, itâs his duty to show his care for you as well as pleasure you within a consummated relationship. Perhaps heâs slow to consider ânetflix and chillâ, but a cold bed will never be something youâll worry about.
Jugram spend so many years pretending to be dispassionate about those he cared for under Yhwach that he still struggles to expose his desire for you outside of âmarriage bed hoursâ. Heâll kiss you awake, but as soon as youâre completely lucid and pulling him on top of you for more, heâll stiffen before insisting he needs to start his day. The majority of your attempts to start will be met with a knee jerk stop.
All of that said, heâs got a huge breeding kink. It doesnât matter if itâs possible or notâthe thought is more than enough to count. He will shamelessly look at the creampie heâs left you with before pinning you with the most intense look he can muster while he presses your legs as far back as theyâll go, declaring that heâs going to give you another. (You and the breeding press will become more than well acquainted).
He has a tendency to throw out a lot of pet names and titles during sex. âJust there, my dearâ, âyouâre maddening, darlingâ, âcum for me, wifeâ.
usual friday night when no friend rang your phone, Hanma rang the doorbell to your apartment with both his tattooed hands occupied around two enormous bags full of your favorite treats.
chocolate. chips. ice-cream tubs. candies. soda. and whatnot.
he's ready.
you're ready.
to crash onto your couch with big, toothy smiles on your faces. corns popping out of their kernels in the kitchen. advertisement running aimlessly on the television. his one hand reaching to feel in the texture of your cheek, as you replied to his, "do you know that you're really beautiful?" with a sweet chuckle.Â
October is slowly sliding down from the sky outside. giving its space to November and harsh winds. but here in his arms... you're safe. you're warm. you're feeling loved. something which the poor leaves falling out from the bare trees never get from the cruel autumn.Â
"I hate it when people make you feel bad." thumb of his one tattooed hand moved, over the puffy area under your eyes; you've been crying, he speculated as you stared deep, and lovingly in his golden optics. "it's okay, Shuji." giving him your bestest grin, you sniffled and extended your cold fingers to brought it close to his rough cheek. "now you're here... I don't need anyone..."
"oh, yeah?" he smirked.Â
"oh, yeah." you smiled.
feeling him reducing the distance between your faces.
his hot breaths came fanning your lips. causing you to scrunch your nose up in a mocking disgust. "onion?" you asked. "no." he said. shaking his streaked head. his earring glinting under the minimal glow coming from the colored screen of the T.V. "the consequence of not brushing my teeth for a week," as he answered, you gagged. as he laughed, you curled the fingers of your hand on his shoulder to hit him. "not so hard," he teased. making you cry, "idiot." making you then whisper, "but my idiot..."
suddenly you find it so odd. to call someone, "mine...?"
"uh-huh." Hanma hummed. his one tattooed hand disappearing in your hair as he came, touching you softly with his slightly chapped lips. "...yours."Â his smirk eased into a gentle smile against your mouth. "all yours." he said. "from head to toe. brain to heart. from my handsome face to my ugly feet." you snorted at this. and he snorted at this too. "I'm owned by your love." then in you, he confided those words. like they're the secret he didn't wanted anybody to hear. not even his own soul...
"why...?" was your question.
"I don't know." was his answer.
"it's just that... I like this life more when I'm with you."
don't you feel the same too?
"I do." you told him. with a kind of sincerity like you're standing on a beautiful altar with him. spring over autumn. love over loneliness. forevers over just plain, "I'll always with yous."
"I do." you repeated yourself again as his lips slipped from your lips to trail down the length of your neck. your both arms wrapped around him. inviting him to share the warmth you were right now feeling in your skin... "beacuse with you... I don't feel like a leftover piece. I don't feel like I've only half-a-heart in this chest. it's good. with you... things are good..."
"I know right." against your collarbone, he chuckled. "I'm the best."
"oh, yeah?" you scoffed.
"oh, yeah." he smiled. gracing your skin with a wet kiss.
"...now," a brief moment of silence before the late October air find him speaking again, "shall we get ready to watch the movie you recommended," he said, "or you want me to start something X-rated hereâ?"
"âHanma Shuji!" loudly, you gasped.Â
"yes, that's me." and slowly, he called.
taking all the time in the world to remove his lips from your collarbone, he made his golden irises to rest over your stern face. "I know I'm handsome," he smirked, "but there's no need to stare at me like that."
"like what?"
"like you love me so much."
"are you blind? I'm angry."
"like you want to marry me right now and right away."
no, Hanma Shuji is deaf. for he dodged your question like he didn't heard it.
"like you want to kiss and cuddle me amorously. like you want to leave a lot of marks on me that would scream, "I'm yours and only yours"â"
"Shuji."
"yes, that's me." dreamily, he gasped. hanging his face over yours. "Shuji. Shuji Hanma. painfully in love with this human in between his arms. badly wanting this human to tell this man to do all the beautiful things likeâ"
"âlike?" you surprised your own self with the way that word left your mouth. a little breathy. a little shy. a little out of place as your blood started to race fast and your cheeks started to grow warmer.
"like..." resting his forehead against yours, the tip of both of your noses touching, Hanma said, "...like... changing this movie night to something more interesting...?"
"oh, yeah?" you snorted.
"oh, yeah." he snorted too.
catching your lips at the same time you were about to push him away.
C. WARNING(s): PWP !! sexual content !! afab! reader, praise kink, horny n clingy mentalist, dom! mentalist, semi-public sex, pretty vanilla :]
ASAGIRI GEN [mentalist] is a strange guy. you could never know when he's horny or when he's just teasing you. you could mistake it for both.
anyways he's a switch. he wouldn't mind being the bottom, but wouldn't mind at all if he were on top too y'know? just sayin ;) also, can i just say that's he's preeetty corny and cheesy? like YUH, pick up lines everywhere man !! also, be careful with him when he starts talking that way, ok? he'd either choose to tease and embarass you, or he'd probably mentalist his way out into taking you to bed without you even realizing what he's hinting at. no wait he isn't hinting, he's purposefully using your density (if you're slow and don't catch up easily like me) to do whatever the HELL he wants with you !! especially if you're busy, he'd die to distract u from work, especially if you're still wearing your office uniform. he low-key likes them (kink?)
if you're a dense one then join the club! i mean if it were me, i would never figure out what he'd want with me until he says it. if you're slow then that means that even if he tells you to strip you wouldn't get it (that's high-key me btw).
when he's horny, he's a bit more... quiet. like, he'd probably look distracted cuz of something and you'd end up confused. like, he'd be more sensual, you see? you'd be in the middle of doing something like shopping or cleaning dishes until his arms slither around your waist slowly from behind, and he'd just put his head on the base of your neck and shoulders and just... stay there. he wouldn't say anything, and if you do ask him he'll just answer: "nothing, just a bit sleepy is all. aww you don't like it when i hug u?" and the best thing for him is that you buy it every time !! WHAT !? or he wouldn't lean on you, he'd just pull you towards him from the waist then look somewhere else. u know why? well he just wanna make sure that your body would still secretly rub on him.
wait till you get somewhere hidden and he'd just slam into you over any hard surface he could find.
idk but gen likes dry-humping into you. he just loves feeling your wetness through your clothes first before really going in, juuust to embarass you about it hehe.
outside or inside your home he'd love to stay glued and clingy to you since he likes to feel your body against his. just... rub his hands all over. you could evidently feel his breath on your neck as he works his way down from your breasts to your belly, hips, thighs and ass, sqeezing it before touching between your legs, feeling the wetness of your pussy in his hands gets him riled up uncomfortably. you could feel him practically shiver behind you in arousal. he'd damn himself for getting aroused again, feeling his erected cock in one hand and stroking it and your pretty pussy in your clothes in the other... "hmmm... you're so needy aren't you, sweetheart? hm..." (says him who's been literally horny the whole fucking time).
you manage to mewl before you feel his hand go right into massaging your butt and cunt with his fingers over the cloth of your long skirt. it felt so frustrating to just touch you there when his will of devouring you was stronger than anything else. gen was just trying to be gentle and not act out of character, but he was only wishing to rip your clothes apart and throw them away so he could properly enjoy you. which, some moments later, happened.
he suddenly started removing your work uniform out of his way, opening the buttons on your white shirt and removing your dark skirt, letting him feast on the familiar sight of your pretty legs, with precum leaking between your thighs in which he resisted his moans. he removed your bras, and desperately slammed his lips onto yours in a beastly manner, he groaned quite loudly, and you clearly felt his erected member uncomfortably stretch from behind his pants, with a wet spot from his uncontrollable precum from before. he was indeed, animalistically desperate.
"awhh, dammit, heh heh..." he mumbled, moving from your lips to your jaw, neck and collarbone smoothly, "i love this..."
he started grinding his hips on your butt, his member getting more aroused by the second. it felt so good to have you this way but he wanted more. he kept rubbing his crotch over you, even reaching to your ass and pulling it up for him to feel it much better but it wasn't good enough. he'd rather die than not feel your pussy clench around his length so prettily. he was so fucked for you it was starting to hurt him physically.
he started grinding harder, feeling himself slowly loosing control as he started feeling his arousal get more difficult for himself to manage.
your moaning became louder, filling his ears with melodic tunes, and pushing him further to the edge. and he finally had it. he discarded his pants, releasing his unexpectedly quite thick member from the binds of his pants. removing your panties, he slapped his member over your pussy over and over again. plap plap plap. rubbing himself over you made his groaning significantly louder as he listened to your desperate moans for him.
"gen! ahâ please... i can't take it anymore...!" you moaned.
he chuckled, "oh? and what does my pretty girl want from me to do then hm? i think i willâ"
he slyly spoke before entering you with his tip.
he grunted. he barely got the tip in and he was already moaning. he surely and slowly entered you, his member twitching inside you. you moaned, trying with difficulty to supress your lewd noises that he oh so loved to listen to. it always feels wonder how much of an effect you have on him, even though he may be aware of some of it, he doesn't know to what lengths you could get him to be as horny. feeling your walls wrap around his length felt euphoric. ethereal. pure goodness and pleasure crashed on him all at once.
maybe he was exaggerating, and maybe he was not, but he was sure that he wasn't dreaming when he says that he was drooling the whole day for you. just smelling your scent makes him go feral uncomfortably, difficultly hiding his arousal within his smirking mask. almost on cue, he felt your walls clench around him and he âaccidentallyâ slipped in, balls deep inside you. this time, he couldn't resist. he couldn't hide the obvious anymore as it was evident how needy he was for you when he groaned that loudly, maybe curious passerbys would've heard him.
you got surprised, "hey! don't be so loud!" you whispered warily.
"are you sure i'm the one who shouldn't be loud, cutie?" he replied shamelessly, as if he didn't feel pleasure hit him like thunder through his veins. he chuckled before feeling your warmth engulf him, heaving a shaky, pleased sigh that was filled with lust over the heavenly figure who's back was trapped over the train station's wall before him, you. it felt so sinful to be in such a position, in such a place. with such a pretty woman like you whom he knew for 5 years. it was certainly what always dreamed of; being smothered by a pretty woman like you who soon turned to one of the people he most cared for and loved.
he felt guilty for only first approaching you with the intentions of getting into your pants and extracting information, but you suddenly pulled him into you and now he fell way too in love with you. he believed that he made the right choice to marry you.
he slowly started moving, his pace still slow as for you to get used to it, even though it wasn't the first he ever had you (in fact he lost count of it). trying once again to supress his moans he moved in, gripping your hips and targeting your neck as to muffle his voice. he went up from your collarbone, crook of your neck, jaw and cheeks before settling on your rosey lips. it was a common thing for him to accidentally start a passionate make-out session before hurriedly going off to workâand giving his coworkers half-assed excuses about how his wife didn't prepare breakfast earlyâbut this time it was like he was confirming how you're his. it may have sounded too corny (even for him) but it was the truth. he may be a cheesy man but that was why you loved him too, and he wasn't going to change, for you and only you.
the combination of your adorable moans, your intoxicating scent, your hands ruffling his hair, your walls clenching deeper into him, and your adoring words to him made his member twitch abnormally with pleasure.
"come on, gen... you don't have to restrain yourself. i'm your wife, remember? you couldâah, you could do whatever you want with me. okay? mmh," you kissed his cheek lovingly before sinking in to the waves of pleasure he was giving you.
"heh heh, if you say so." he spoke, as if alarming you that you should've thought it through before speaking. he started moving, pace becoming drastically rapid as the sound of his body slamming against you became louder. he gripped your waist tightly, his member getting fully out and inside you again. he groaned, listening to your lewd voice as he ravished your cunt, almost beastly as he did so. he plunged in and out while his voice gradually heightened, cum leaking from your pussy as he relished in the hypnotic feeling of sinking into you like the titanic. oh how madly he was.
"oh... oh my so good. come on, keep going sweetheart. you can take it, yeah? you can. that's right. ooooh dear hehe... ahâ!"
