It’s been a long time since ness took you, but recently he noticed that you were starting to behave differently.
You would start your own conversations, reply to him, and do it all with a warm smile on your face.
He also noticed that, at times, you would follow him around like a lost dog, peeping over his shoulder when he was doing something, as if you could barely function without his presence.
He questioned it severely because, before, you would look at him with a blank stare, even ignore him or act cold toward him. Was it because of him? Had his obsession finally rubbed off on you? Were you manipulating him? Did he break you? Ness went through a spiral. He was unsure how to feel.
Although he had endless questions, he loved seeing you act as if you needed him. He loved seeing your warm smile every time you were around him. He loved how you didn't complain anymore when he put handcuffs on you.
It didn't even matter to him if you were broken or if it was because of Stockholm syndrome—he just wanted you.
He knew it was wrong. Sure, he's selfish, but it made him feel so loved.
One evening, you and he were watching a movie together. You sat close to him. Anyone would look and think you two were genuinely dating, but the bolts and locks on the doors and windows would tell an entirely different story.
The TV was playing softly, but Ness blocked it out. What he was really focused on was you. He secretly kept his eyes on you, faintly glancing at you every now and then.
He then noticed your eyes closing one by one. You seemed drowsy and were soon going to fall asleep.
He seemed to notice, glancing at you. He was going to ask if you wanted to sleep when, suddenly, you carefully laid your head down on his lap.
"O-oh!" he stammered.
His entire body froze.
You had never done this before. It's like you were a whole different person.
"Tired," you murmured.
"I see..." he said, Staring down at you as a faint flush appeared on his cheeks.
His hand hesitated before reaching up to your hair and gently combing through it.
He stared at you with a warm, wide smile. He didn't mind this at all. He loves you the same as when you were cold to him, the same as when he brought you here, and the same as now.
So this changes nothing at all.
Whether your smile was genuine or forced, it didn't matter.
After all, you were here.
With him.
By his side.
And that's the only thing that mattered.
A//n : lowk hope this is fine uhhh I love ness yhhh Kay bye ubhhhh
summary . . ৎ → in which ISAGI YOICHI gives you a bouquet of flowers, and nothing goes the way either of you expected OR two teenagers learn that choosing what's "best" for someone isn't the same as choosing them
જ⁀➴ content: ANGST :: mutual pining :: emotionally constipated isagi :: no beta we die like my sanity :: 2.4K WORDS
The hallway buzzed with the usual chaos between classes. Lockers slammed shut one after another, conversations overlapped from every direction, and students squeezed past each other in a rush to beat the bell.
You barely had time to take another step before someone grabbed your wrist.
"Wait—"
A laugh escaped you as another pair of hands slipped a blindfold over your eyes.
"No cheating!" one of your friends giggled, batting your hands away.
"Just trust us!"
You let out an amused sigh and decided to go along with whatever they had planned. With your vision gone, all you could do was let them guide you through the crowded hallway, stumbling every now and then as they tried to keep you steady.
"We're almost there."
You heard them stop.
"...Okay."
The blindfold was lifted. And for a brief second, all you saw were blurry shapes. Then your vision cleared.
Standing a few feet away was Isagi.
He looked just as nervous as you suddenly felt, his fingers wrapped around a small bouquet of white and pale blue flowers.
Your heart skipped.
"...Hi," he greeted quietly.
You could only stare.
He took a hesitant step forward before extending the bouquet toward you.
"These are for you."
"...For me?"
He nodded.
Your hands trembled as you accepted the flowers, almost afraid to touch them in case the moment disappeared. They smelled faintly sweet, and for reasons you couldn't explain, your eyes stayed fixed on them for a second longer than necessary.
When you looked back up, Isagi was already watching you.
A smile spread across your face before you even realized it.
Around you, your friends immediately dissolved into excited squeals. They exchanged knowing looks before playfully nudging the two of you closer together, laughing at how quickly both of you had turned red.
"LOOK AT THEM!"
"I'M LITERALLY THIRD WHEELING RIGHT NOW!"
"Someone take a picture!"
You couldn't even find it in yourself to complain. If anything, the warmth spreading across your cheeks only made it harder to hide the smile that refused to leave your face.
Meanwhile, Isagi rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sheepish laugh as he looked away, though you didn't miss the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was strange how, despite the crowded hallway, it suddenly felt as though the two of you were the only people there.
Then the warning bell echoed through the halls, snapping you back to reality.
Students rushed toward the staircases, conversations picking back up as everyone hurried to class. You glanced at the staircase leading to the upper floors before looking back at him, clutching the bouquet a little closer to your chest.
"I should... go."
"...Yeah."
There was a tiny pause.
"I'll see you after school?"
For just a second, something flickered across his expression. Hesitation, maybe. Guilt. You couldn't quite place it before it vanished behind a small nod.
"...Yeah. After school."
That was all you needed to hear.
The entire walk to your classroom felt lighter somehow. Your friends teased you the whole way upstairs, but you barely heard any of it. You couldn't stop looking down at the bouquet in your hands, your smile refusing to leave no matter how hard you tried.
For once, you found yourself wishing school would end sooner. Because after school...You'd finally get to talk to him.
Between lessons, your mind wandered back to the hallway over and over again. You found yourself wondering what the two of you would talk about after school. Maybe he'd ask if you wanted to stop by the convenience store nearby. Maybe you'd finally get to know each other beyond the occasional conversations you'd shared over the past few months.
The thought alone was enough to make your heart race.
By the time the final bell rang, you had never packed your bag so quickly. After carefully making sure the bouquet wouldn't get crushed, you hurried down the stairs with the rest of the students flooding out of their classrooms. Your eyes instinctively searched the crowd, your heart pounding with anticipation.
He wasn't there.
You figured he was probably…running a little late? So you waited by the school gate, absentmindedly tracing your thumb over the ribbon tied around the bouquet.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
The stream of students gradually thinned until only a few remained, yet there was still no sign of him. You glanced down at your phone, hoping to see a message.
Nothing.
After another minute of waiting, you opened your chat with him and sent a quick text.
You: where are you? I’m at the gate :]
The message was seen almost instantly. Relief washed over you, but it was quickly replaced with confusion as the typing indicator flickered on and off several times. It was almost as if he kept changing his mind about what he wanted to say.
Isagi: hey
Isagi: i'm really sorry
The words made your stomach sink.
You: ??
You: it's okay (>’-‘<)
You: did something happen?
His typing indicator came and went several times, each failed attempt making you wonder what could possibly be so difficult to say. When another message finally came through, your heart skipped.
Isagi: can i be honest with you
You frowned.
You: of course?
This time, it took longer. Long enough for you to wonder if your phone had frozen.
Isagi: about what happened earlier...
Isagi: i wasn't planning to do that
You blinked.
You: what?
Isagi: your friends kept pushing me to do it
Isagi: they wouldn't leave it alone
Your grip on the bouquet tightened.
You: ...what are you trying to say?
There was one last pause, longer than all the others. And when his reply finally arrived, it was only a single sentence.
Isagi: i didn't mean to lead you on
For a moment, you could only stare at the screen, everything else around you fading into nothing. Your grip tightened slightly around the bouquet as your gaze fell to it, the weight in your hands suddenly feeling far heavier than it should have.
Then your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long moment before you finally typed.
You: i can't do this over text.
You: can you call me?
The typing indicator appeared almost immediately.
Isagi: ...okay.
Your phone rang within seconds.
You answered before the first ring could finish.
"...Hello?"
Neither of you spoke.
You were the first to break the silence.
"So... that's it?"
"..."
"You send me a few texts telling me the flowers didn't mean anything, and that's supposed to be the end of it?"
"...I'm sorry."
You let out a dry laugh.
"No. Don't do that."
"..."
"Don't apologize before you've even explained yourself. I don't want another 'I'm sorry,' Isagi. I want you to tell me why."
You heard him take a slow breath.
"...Your friends came up to me before school. They already had the bouquet. They kept telling me to just give it to you... they said it'd make you happy..."
You closed your eyes.
"So my own friends planned the whole thing... and you went along with it."
"...Yeah."
A bitter laugh escaped your lips.
"Did you ever stop to think about what that looked like from my side?"
"..."
"Seriously, I'm asking."
Your voice shook with frustration.
"What exactly was I supposed to think when a guy I've liked for months walks up to me with flowers? My friends blindfold me, everyone starts cheering, they push us together, you hand me a bouquet, you smile at me, and then you tell me we'll talk after school."
You paused.
"...Tell me, Isagi."
"...How was I supposed to think that meant anything other than you liked me?"
The call remained painfully quiet.
"...I don't have an answer for that," he admitted.
You let out a shaky laugh.
"Exactly."
"..."
"That's exactly the problem."
You looked down at the bouquet resting in your lap, your fingers absentmindedly brushing against the crinkled wrapping paper.
"I've been trying to figure out all afternoon where I went wrong. I kept asking myself if I read the situation wrong, if I got ahead of myself, if I was just... stupid."
His breathing caught.
"But the more I think about it..." You swallowed. "I didn't misunderstand anything."
Another pause.
"I reacted the way anyone would've."
"..."
"I mean, what was I supposed to think?" you continued, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to steady it. "That a guy gives a girl flowers in front of everyone just because? That he lets everyone cheer and push them together for fun? That he says, 'I'll see you after school,' because... what? He felt bad?"
"..."
"You didn't have to say you liked me."
Your grip tightened around the bouquet.
"Your actions already did."
Silence.
"And I believed them."
The words came out quieter than you'd intended.
"I believed every single one of them."
You laughed bitterly to yourself.
"You know what I was doing in class today?"
"..."
"I kept staring at these stupid flowers."
You sniffled, shaking your head.
"I was fixing the ribbon because I didn't want it to come undone. I was making sure none of the petals got crushed. I was smiling every time I looked at them."
You took a slow, uneven breath.
"I don't even remember a single thing my teachers said today because all I could think about was you."
The line went quiet.
"...I kept wondering what we'd talk about after school. I kept thinking maybe this was finally the beginning of something."
You laughed softly, the sound breaking halfway through.
"You know what's so unfair? I wasn't even asking you to like me back. If you'd walked up to me this morning and said, 'I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way,' I would've respected that. It would've hurt, but at least it would've been honest."
You swallowed the lump in your throat.
"But instead... you let me have the happiest day I've had in months."
Silence.
"You let me walk around that school thinking someone finally chose me. And now I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with that."
Your grip around the bouquet tightened.
"Because this isn't just about today anymore."
Another shaky breath.
"It's about every nice thing that's going to happen after this."
"..."
"The next time someone smiles at me, I'm going to wonder if their friends put them up to it. The next time someone gives me flowers, I'm going to wonder if they actually mean it. The next time someone tells me they want to talk to me after school..."
You let out a bitter laugh.
"...I'm probably going to assume they're about to tell me it was all a joke."
His breathing hitched.
"I really thought you were different, Isagi. But now, no matter how much I try to tell myself otherwise, a part of me is going to wonder...I had been someone worth fighting for... would've he still let everyone else decide for him?'"
"No."
His voice came out rough, almost desperate.
"No... don't think that."
You closed your eyes.
"I just wish...that for once, someone would've been afraid of losing me..."
A long pause.
"...the way I was afraid of losing them."
Silence.
"...Maybe then today would've ended differently."
You hung up. For a moment, you simply stared at the dark screen, your grip around the phone so tight your knuckles had turned white.
You wanted to scream.
To cry until your chest stopped hurting. To ask why it always seemed to happen like this.
Instead, you took one slow breath after another, repeating the same words in your head because they were the only thing keeping you together.
You deserve better.
She deserves better.
That was the conclusion Isagi had come to months ago.
It was easier to believe that than admit why he kept finding excuses to walk the same route after class, why conversations with you somehow stretched longer than he intended, or why he caught himself looking for you the moment he stepped into school.
At some point, you had become part of his routine. And somewhere along the way...That stopped feeling ordinary.
The problem was, every time he thought about doing something about his feelings, another thought always got there first.
What have you done to deserve asking her that?
Isagi had spent years chasing a version of himself he still hadn't reached.
Blue Lock taught him that wanting something wasn't enough. You had to prove you deserved it. Every day, there was another player to surpass, another weakness to fix, another goal that still felt just out of reach.
That mindset didn't stay on the pitch.
Whenever he thought about you, the same question always surfaced.
What could I give her right now?
He was still chasing his dream, still trying to become someone he could confidently say was enough. He didn't know where football would take him after graduation, or if it would take him anywhere at all.
So when he imagined your future, he never saw himself in it.
He pictured someone who already knew what they wanted, who wouldn't hesitate, who could walk up to you with flowers because they chose to, not because they were pushed into it.
Compared to that person...
Isagi never felt like he'd earned the right to stand beside you.
So when your friends approached him that morning with a bouquet already in their hands, he told himself it wasn't really his choice. If he went through with it, it wasn't because he'd finally found the courage—it was because someone else had made the first move for him.
For a brief moment, though, all of those thoughts disappeared.
The crowd around him, your friends standing nearby, and every reason he'd spent months convincing himself to keep his distance faded into the background. All he could see was your smile as you accepted the bouquet.
It was the moment he'd caught himself imagining more times than he'd ever admit. But instead of holding onto it, he convinced himself that walking away was the kinder choice. If he stepped back now, you'd eventually meet someone who could give you the certainty he never believed he could.
But instead, he became the reason you doubted it would ever come.
Your final words echoed through his mind.
"I just wish... that for once, someone would've been afraid of losing me... the way I was afraid of losing them."
He lowered his head.
"I was."
The words came out as nothing more than a whisper.
"I was terrified."
Terrified that one day you'd realize you deserved someone who had already made something of himself.
Terrified that you'd eventually see the gap between the person he was and the person he was still trying to become. So he made the decision for you. He thought that letting you go was proof that he loved you.
He believed the kindest thing he could do... was to never ask you to choose him.
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"i wann' nut in you—please can i?" ness begs, his forearms tight around your waist.
he looks up at you so pathetically, forcing his head into your petting. he absolutely loves this position with you facing forward on his lap, sweaty bodies flushed against each other as you ride his soul away. your knees dig deep into the mattress, locking in his thighs that stretched out between yours.
"i-ich werde brav sein, bitte sag ja.."
he pulls you down harder at each desperate whine he slips out, stuffing his nose between your breasts and slobbering all over your soft skin.
"bitteee, y/nnn i wanna- inside you s'bad... y/n it hurts..."
you tightly suck in a breath, feeling his limp cock twitch inside your womb. the rock hard head of his shaft bulges through your cervix, fitting right inside like a puzzle.
"y/n i wanna so bad... du tust mir so gut, ich kann einfach nicht andersss.."
"fine, fine... yes..." you grunt, your head immediately sinking into his shoulder.
he could just die here beneath you the moment you nodded, approving another orgasm. slowly, warm fluids seep out between the gaps of your throbbing pussy, his cock still plugged deep inside of you; ness was not letting go anytime soon. clenching so tightly, he twitches and thrusts up once more, your walls wrapping tighter around his pulsing veins.
"y/nn~ hnghh—" ness gasps, biting onto your nipple, wanting your cum to somehow come out of your breasts instead.
you and ness breathe deeply together, mirroring beasts in hibernation, feeling each other's raging heartbeats. his hands slide low to the side of your legs, lazily pumping you up and down.
you tap gently on his back, "enoughh..."
ness chuckles. bulky arms wrap harder around your bare hips as his forehead nudges your collar.
"thank you... than' you~" he repeats in soft murmurs, quietly milking you over and over with subtle movements . . .
"i wann' nut in you—please can i?" ness begs, his forearms tight around your waist.
he looks up at you so pathetically, forcing his head into your petting. he absolutely loves this position with you facing forward on his lap, sweaty bodies flushed against each other as you ride his soul away. your knees dig deep into the mattress, locking in his thighs that stretched out between yours.
"i-ich werde brav sein, bitte sag ja.."
he pulls you down harder at each desperate whine he slips out, stuffing his nose between your breasts and slobbering all over your soft skin.
"bitteee, y/nnn i wanna- inside you s'bad... y/n it hurts..."
you tightly suck in a breath, feeling his limp cock twitch inside your womb. the rock hard head of his shaft bulges through your cervix, fitting right inside like a puzzle.
"y/n i wanna so bad... du tust mir so gut, ich kann einfach nicht andersss.."
"fine, fine... yes..." you grunt, your head immediately sinking into his shoulder.
he could just die here beneath you the moment you nodded, approving another orgasm. slowly, warm fluids seep out between the gaps of your throbbing pussy, his cock still plugged deep inside of you; ness was not letting go anytime soon. clenching so tightly, he twitches and thrusts up once more, your walls wrapping tighter around his pulsing veins.
"y/nn~ hnghh—" ness gasps, biting onto your nipple, wanting your cum to somehow come out of your breasts instead.
you and ness breathe deeply together, mirroring beasts in hibernation, feeling each other's raging heartbeats. his hands slide low to the side of your legs, lazily pumping you up and down.
you tap gently on his back, "enoughh..."
ness chuckles. bulky arms wrap harder around your bare hips as his forehead nudges your collar.
"thank you... than' you~" he repeats in soft murmurs, quietly milking you over and over with subtle movements . . .
needy!bf alexis ness who constantly sends you texts throughout the day asking about your well-being, which also includes the usual "I love you's".
needy!bf alexis ness who cannot keep his hands off you even if his life depended on it—dating him means always having at least one of his hands on any available space of your skin.
needy!bf alexis ness who'd be even more whipped if you happened to feel just as lonely as he does; not only would it make him feel seen, but it'd also give him a twisted feeling of reassurance to know that he's the only one for you.
needy!bf alexis ness who is prone to jealousy once he realizes that you're giving far too much attention to other people in your life for his liking, but he'd never voice it.
needy!bf alexis ness who is a complete sucker for words of affirmation from your part; just hearing a direct reminder of your love is enough to quiet down his insecurities for a little while.
needy!bf alexis ness who'd at first have a hard time adapting to a relationship where he isn't only giving his all but also receiving.
needy!bf alexis ness who still puts your needs above his.
needy!bf alexis ness who can be overbearing sometimes even without realizing it. his mind would torment him with overthinking if the sentences "I just need some space" or "I just want some time alone" ever came out of your mouth.
needy!bf alexis ness who is most likely going to shed a few tears in secret if you're ever particularly mean to him.
needy!bf alexis ness whose tears are definitely of borderline shameful pleasure whenever it comes to the two of you in the bedroom; even if you're going vanilla, he'll still cry.
needy!bf alexis ness who'd never say no to your physical needs—he pretty much wants you all the damn time but doesn't confess it in fear of scaring you off.
needy!bf alexis ness who'd be absolutely weak for condescending praise, but he wouldn't say no to actual degradation either.
needy!bf alexis ness who never fails to be a whimpering mess; you can't expect him to be silent while actively messing with someone as sensitive as him.
needy!bf alexis ness who somehow always has enough stamina for the two to keep going as long as you want; doesn't matter if he feels like a complete wreck when you want another round.
needy!bf alexis ness who will pathetically beg just to be allowed to come inside you when you're on the pill; he'd also be panting with faint traces of tears on his face while doing so.
The air was heavy and warm. In fact, anyone who walked in would feel it. The air was suffocating and thick, but not as overwhelming as the whimpers coming from the man wrapped around your hand.
“Murrrhhgh…”
“Schatz... you—haah...”
The man before you couldn't even finish his sentence. The man before you was none other than Alexis Ness.
Just before this, you had found him fisting himself in your bed, getting off just from being in your presence. After hearing his moans and whimpers, you decided to help him finish.
You were between his sweat-dampened thighs, stroking him up and down. You looked up.
Ness had his head thrown back, his teeth clenched together as he tried to suppress an agonizingly loud moan. On top of that, he was twitching like crazy, and tears were forming in his eyes. Maybe it was because of the pleasure, or maybe it was from trying so hard to hold back his moans. Or maybe it was both. It was like he hadn't been touched in years.
“You're doing so good for me, Ness...” you said as you quickened your pace.
“Y-yeah...?” He threw his head forward at the sudden change in pace, his breathing growing even faster. He could've come right then and there.
“I-I'm... I'm a good boy, right...?” he asked desperately.
Damn, he was so needy.
After hearing no response, he whined and opened his eyes slightly. “Please, baby—I mrggh!”
Instead of answering, you quickened your pace. His hands came up to grip your hair. He went from teary-eyed to full-on crying. He needed your praise so badly. On top of that, you were making him feel so good.
“P-please, baby... hic... c-can I please come? I can't—!”
“Not yet. You're a good boy, so you'll listen to me.”
Oh God, he practically melted when you said that.
“Oh God... y-yes, I am... fu-fuck... it's too much.”
You circled his tip with your thumb, and his eyes started to roll back as tears streamed down his face.
“Fuck, Schatz... can I please come now? Please, I promise I'll be good, I—”
He kept rambling, begging for his release and saying things that didn't even make sense. He was absolutely fucked up.
“Go on. Come now, Ness.”
That was all he needed to hear before he came all over your fist, dripping down and sticking to your fingers.
You would've thought he needed time to come down from his high, but instead, he immediately leaned down to hug you, whispering praises into your ear. :)
CAN U PLS WRITE ABOUT STALKER CELEBRITY ! BUNNY IGLESIAS X STALKED NAIVE SOCCER FAN READER🌚🌚🌚🌚😭😭😭😭 IM THIRSTY AS HELL
cw: yandere themes, nsfw ໒꒱
bunny has a great memory—especially for things that are of great importance to him. in particular, you. he remembers you from when he was in the royal academy playing under real madrid’s youth team, and how you’d always appear so flustered when he made eye contact with you on the pitch.
he remembers how you’d always try to come to every game and specifically support him (why else would you be cheering louder when he’d help with an assist or shoot a goal). he even remembers when you held out a jersey for him to sign, hands shaky and looking away in sheepishness. how would bunny ever forget a cute little thing like you? why would he ever want to forget you or let you go?
bunny, who found your social media after taking notice how a specific account on instagram kept liking his stories and posts incessantly, as well as commenting such cute words of encouragement. so of course he followed you on his secret account.
he isn’t a stalker for this or anything? right? he’s just taking notice and favoring one of his long-time fans.
stalker! bunny, who—the moment he signs with barça when he’s 18—realizes that you also live in barcelona (after another day of viewing your instagram feed and notices that you happen to attend university right by his training center!). then his heart begins to pound at the thought of you commuting so long just to see him play when he was in the youth team.
so of course, now that he can get closer to you, he tries to make sure that during his commute, he is able to get closer to you.
soccer fan! reader, who has been a barça fan since childhood. your father initially got you into it, but after discovering the internet and internet forums (and your mom being a fan... which was controversial in itself in your household), you eventually got curious over real madrid and some of their potential players, which is where you came to the discovery of bunny. yeah, it felt like you were cheating on your beloved barça, but it was out of curiosity, really! but when you were given the chance to possibly view the matches, of course you took advantage.
in particular, you felt happy to be apart of the journey for someone who is bound to be one of spain’s true generational talents in football… but of course, how could you ever anticipate him actually going and meeting you (and not in a fanmeet). then he got signed to barça? it felt almost too good to be true!
stalker! bunny, who managed to figure out when and how to run into you while you head to your classes, meticulously planning out how he’d talk to you, how he’d offer to walk you to class without being too overbearing before all of a sudden, he becomes more engraved in your life.
he would start off offering you to go out for lunch and chat about soccer—to keep it professional and to listen to your opinions on the sport (and of course, the several lines of praise you were feeding him every minute). then he would smoothly go more personal.
hell, not about him of course. he’s so boring compared to you! where do you go to school? what’s your major? who’s your favorite professor? who’s your disliked professor (so he can pull strings and get him fired. he doesn’t know how but he can try). what’s your favorite color? how long have you been a fan of barça or real? who do you prefer? who’s your favorite soccer player? is it him? how much do you like him? do you wanna stay together forever?
stalker! bunny, who knows that he is depraved for doing all of this, but how else is he supposed to cherish you? how else is he supposed to make sure you stay and be his; after all, you were and still as such an avid and considerate person, even when being able to enter your life casually. you still relish in his presence and are amazed at anything he does.
of course he wants you to be there.
stalker! bunny, who is a bit of a creep. he knows it's a bit wrong, but sometimes, you just look so good when you post on instagram (albeit, he isn't very happy that other guys get to see how cute you look in your posts, but it's okay. bunny'll come up with a solution to fix that anyways). but it's just that you look so damn delectable in the barça jerseys you collect.
in particular, you look good in his—with his last name on it. so bunny can't help it when he gets hard at the thought of you wearing his actual jersey, all oversized and draping over your thighs. and then how said jersey would be scrunched up around your tummy as he fucks you in it… so he can really claim you.
he just can’t help it, having your photo from your instagram pulled up while he jerks off, hand sliding up and down his slick cock imagining it’s your cunt taking him—reminding him that you’re really his. that you two are for each other.
soccer fan! reader, who attends el clásico with their mother. and because you are with your mother, you unfortunately have to rep real madrid if you are going to be with her, unaware of a certain player staring holes into you for wearing such an abomination. how could you? how could you betray him and wear a real madrid jersey? and sae itoshi's, no less.
so of course, he asks to see you after his victory against real madrid, to really show you which team you belong to.
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wasn’t sure if i was gonna write actual smut for this but yayayaya
You actually don't know how this happened. It was a saturday evening and you had just got home from running errands, hugo was already home from practice ending early and silently sitting on the couch, next thing you know his thick and big cock was inside you, walls tightly clenching around him.
"h-hugo please touch me" you were sitting on his lap face rested against the crook of his neck, he was reading a book carefully analyzing the words. "patience mon destin." he slightly shuffled, you whimpered hips moving slowly trying to gain some friction, he gripped your waist stopping you, shifting his gaze to look at you. "at least let me finish my book hm?" you nodded trying to ignore the fact that you were practically craving for him to move you.
you started poking at hugo's cheek nagging him about the book "can't the book wait until later?" he let out a small sigh before tossing his book aside. "alright" he fixed his hands on your waist very slowly rocking your hips back and fourth "f-faster please baby" "you said touch you right? you never specified how to touch you." then he picked up his pace going faster and faster "n-ngh h-hugo 't fast" suddenly he lifted you slowly and slammed you back down and that did it. your orgasm ruined you, falling limp instantly, yet he wasn't done he still had to finish so he kept using you to his expense.
you started crying from the overstimulation "h-hugo please slow d-down" "you wanted me to go faster right?" all you could do is moan and cry from the pleasure as a second orgasm hit you, your tears falling down to his shoulder "it's okay mon amour It'll be done soon" and he was right, ropes of cum spurting inside of you as he grinded you down to ride out his orgasm.
you guys sat there for a while feeding into each others scent and body heat "let's get washed up huh?" "okay" he carried you to the bath running the warm water and slowly set you in, he followed shortly after.
after the bath you were cuddled next to him slowly falling asleep "falling asleep mon amour?" "mhm" he planted a soft kiss on your forehead as he continued reading his book "vivi?" "yes?" "I love you" "I love you too mon amour"
I LOVE HUGO SO SO SO MUCH
sorry I haven't been active much I've been busy but I'm still working on the kainess smau so be ready!
guys...I was scrolling through Pinterest and I saw this cute fanart of Light and L and I decided to draw Bunny iglesias and Sae🥺 credits to the artist they be amazing❤️🩹❤️🩹 BUNNY LOOKS SO GOOFY IM GONNA CRY
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