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It was such a shameful thing to admit to doing, but he couldn’t help but falling back on it so often. There were so many repressed emotions he felt was to embarrassing to share with anyone— Including you, his roommate. He was sure that if you were to find out about his lewd habits, you’d call him disgusting and move out as soon as you could. And he just couldn’t have you leave— Not when you did so much work around the apartment for him.
And plus, you were the reason for so many of these perverted thoughts. He wasn’t sure if it was because he liked how you acted: the way you were so patient and kind with him, doing everything around the place so that he didn’t have to, letting him just lay around and do nothing; or if he simply found you attractive. Maybe both?
However, ever since he felt these emotions come to light, he became obsessed with trying hard to picture scenes of you and him- turning to porn to help fuel his imagination.
On the nights he was sure you were asleep, he’d lazily walk over to his bedroom door to lock it before hiding himself under the blankets to open his laptop and access his favourite porn website, diverting his attention straight to his folder of favourited videos- Ones with actors that slightly resembled you.
He’d bite his shirt to muffle his moans as he palmed his cock beneath his shorts, his eyes fixed on the white screen that began to bore his eyes. He could never get tired of the way the actors that looked like you bounced on top of their partner’s cock, loud moans echoing through the room. Hearing the bed creaking and the wet slapping of the films playing through his earphones at full-volume could send him over the edge within minutes, and they very often did if the thought of you was on his mind.
Sometimes he’d scroll through sites for a literal hour just to find someone he could imagine was you- Bonus points if the other actor even looked like him. He couldn’t get off to other videos the same way he did to these kinds of ones. It felt more thrilling, more hot.
The only critique he had was that it didn’t sound like you.
“…You have a mirror in front of your bed…?” You let out in a soft voice, your eyes gleaming over your reflection at the large mirror that covered a large portion of his wall. Within the mirror, you could see practically every aspect of the room, which was cleaned at every corner— Though none more tidy than his made bed.
“Huh?” Reo turned to look at you. “Oh, yeah.” He responded shortly, not thinking too much of it as he pushed his slippers to the side.
“Is it for any… Particular reason?” You said, your voice quiet with nervousness.
“Not really. It just happened to come with the room.” He shrugged, standing next to you to stare at your two bodies in the reflection. “It’s a little bit humbling to have to look at myself as soon as I get out of bed, but it’s nice to have there.” He chuckled. “Why? Did you think there was a specific—“
When he turned to look at you with his own eyes, he could see how your face had completely flushed at the sight of the large slab of glass, your mind rushing with possibilities. He furrowed his eyes for a moment, stumped at what could cause you to be so flustered, and he was only met with a shamefully lustful look in your eyes when he held you by the shoulder closest to him to slowly avert your gaze into his.
It wasn’t until he had you bent over in doggy-style on his bed a short while later, pounding into your soppy cunt from behind as you pressed your face against the comfy layer of blankets sprawled across his messy mattress. As you whined against the soft comforters, Reo reached over to grab a handful of your hair, yanking your head back up so you were forced to stare at your own reflection as you were being fucked dumb by his cock.
“Don’t hide that pretty face from me. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He chuckled in a deep tone, his hips not ceasing its thrusting as he whispered lowly into your ear. “Fuck, you’re such a pervy girl. The first thing you think of when you enter my room is getting fucked like this in front of my mirror? That dirty little mind of yours is just so adorable.”
Ness, unfortunately one of his greatest weaknesses, was his jealousy. And it was very often that it waded him to situations that caused you to snap at him whenever he pried to much on topics that weren’t ever that serious. This time, you told him off for accusing you of flirting with Isagi, which led him to realise that he had spoken out of line once again.
Alexis's expression fell, and he looked away guiltily. He knew he had gone too far, but he couldn't help himself. The jealousy was like a monster inside of him, taking over his mind and driving him to do irrational things. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
“I'm not accusing you of anything," he said quietly, looking down at his feet, ashamed to meet your eye as he stood in front of you on the couch. "I just... I don't like seeing other guys around you." It was a pathetic excuse, but it was the truth.
“You really do get too jealous.” You murmured bitterly, causing his heart to shatter a little when you turned to face away from him to stare at the wall instead.
When you had refused to meet his eye, he immediately went pale and fell down to his knees to bow to you, babbling desperate apologies. Alexis felt like a defeated man, completely exposed and vulnerable. He had never felt this horrible before, not with anyone else. It was as if Isagi had become a stumbling block in his relationship with you, and he couldn't help but see him as a threat. His heart skipped a beat as you moved away from him. He hated seeing her upset, and he knew his jealousy was the cause of it.
"I'm sorry.” he whispered, bowing his head down.
“It’s like you’ve completely forgotten who your girlfriend actually is.” You tutted, laying your palm atop of his fluffy head of hair as he bowed.
Shamefully, Alexis couldn't help but grin down at the ground a little at the comment, feeling relieved that you were still able to view him as someone he could belong to; when he lifted his head back up, he hid his smile and feigned innocence with a puppy-dog expression.
"I haven't forgotten, it’s just that sometimes... It's hard to remember.” He admitted anxiously.
“So helpless.”
"I can be pretty helpless when it comes to you.” He replied, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of being at your mercy. He undoubtedly loved the feeling of being under your control—it made him feel whole, like he finally had a purpose. He leaned up so he could rest on his knees instead before you, his hands placed atop your kneecaps like an excited dog.
“Is that the case?” You whispered darkly as your hand slowly traced down his waist, hovering just over the crotch of his pants. Alexis's breath caught in his throat as your hand brushed against his crotch, and he felt a surge of excitement course through him.
"Yes," he breathed, feeling himself harden under your touch. "I am helpless for you."
“Then you know better than to go accusing me of things, hm?”
"I'm sorry," Alexis repeated, his voice hoarse with desire. "I just... I couldn't help myself." He leaned in closer to you, his lips barely brushing against your ear the more he leaned up. "Please forgive me… My Empress." he whispered.
“I’m not sure if I should…” You said with a feigned solemness, turning your head away. “People who speak out of place… Upset me.”
"Please don't be upset with me.” He pleaded, his fingers intertwining with hers where they rested on the couch. Alexis groaned, feeling his arousal grow even more intense. "I promise I'll make it up to you."
“Will you now?” You turned back at him slowly, your siren eyes meeting his doe eyes.
"Anything," Alexis vowed, his heart pounding in his chest. "Just don't be angry with me. I love you.” You sighed.
“How can I be upset with my loyal dog?” You smiled a little as you used an h unoccupied hand to brush your thumb against his cheek as you cupped his face, causing his body to tremble with anticipation as he pressed closer to your touch.
"I am forever grateful for your love and forgiveness," he murmured, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you even closer. "There's no one else I'd rather be loyal to."
“So you know it’s wrong to accuse me of such things, yes?” You pushed him back gently by his chest, forcing him back on his knees.
"I understand," He nodded, his heart still racing with desire, his eyes gazing up at you with adoration. “I promise to never question your actions again. Everything I am and everything I have is yours."
“This is why I could never be with Isagi liked you accused me… He’d never be as loyal as you are to me…” You hummed with a smirk. “I don’t believe anyone would…” Your hand traced slowly down to his chin to inspect his expression.
Alexis' face darkened at the mention of Isagi, but he quickly masked his jealousy.
“You're right," he muttered. "Isagi doesn't deserve you, not like I do. I would die for you a thousand times over, my Empress."
“And look at you.” You tusked, holding his face much firmly now as you furrowed your brows. “Still getting jealous when I mention Isagi.”
"I can't help it," He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You are everything to me, and the thought of anyone else touching you... It drives me mad." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours. "Please forgive my weakness."
As he leaned closer, you simply placed your index finger to separate your lips just as he was about to kiss you.
“Good dogs don’t expect kisses after speaking out of line.” You replied, to which he nodded, his eyes downcast.
“You're right," He said softly. "I will be patient and wait for your forgiveness." He sighed, rubbing his palms against his legs. "I just wish I could control these feelings."
“Human emotions are the folly of man.” You sighed as you shook your head, taking his wrist slowly to place his palm on your thighs. “Doesn’t mean we can’t plead for forgiveness…”
Alexis looked up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Forgive me for being weak, my Empress," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her palm. "I will do better."
“Will you?” You raised a brow.
"I promise," Alexis said earnestly. "I will try my best to control these feelings, for your sake." He looked into your eyes, his own filled with sincerity. "You are everything to me, and I don't want to lose you because of my jealousy. Please don’t push me away.”
“On the contrary,” you yanked his wrist up so he could fall against your lap, his hands grasping at your thighs to steady himself as he processed what had just happened. “I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself.”
“Thank you.” He nodded, his hands now beginning to slowly slide up from your thighs to your waist, his palms slinking up the sides of your shirt. “I will never disappoint you again.”
with bachira’s back towards the door, he wasn’t able to sense his best friend nearing the entrance. he was too focussed on pinning you down beneath him, interlocking your fingers with his as he pounded into your sloppy cunt to notice the door casually being opened. when you kept shooting flustered glances over bachira’s shoulder, that’s when he finally realised that your eyes were on someone else. and although he was extremely hurt at first, all of his worries washed away when he realised that it was just his friend, isagi— standing there, frozen, his face flushing as his pants got tighter. bachira trusted isagi with his whole life, so of course he would have been okay for isagi to join in on the fun.
bachira now had you sat upon his lap while he leaned against the fluffy pillows of the bed, gently shifting your hips up and down so he could still press his cock further into your pussy. knelt in front of you was isagi, trying to keep his composure while you gave him a hand job, one of his palms shielding his blushing face. his knees were shaking a little against the covers, but he remained high on his knees, even hitching his shirt up a little to reveal his tensed abs, also giving you more room to jerk him off.
“you can look at her if you want, isagi.” bachira smirks as he rests his cheek against the crook of your neck, his eyes gazing up at his best friend. he noticed how isagi seemed to either look over at the wall or down at your hands, but never your face. “she’s really helping you out! the least you can do is look her in the eye.”
NESS letting kaiser have fun with his gf
you were lying against the pillows of the bed, your legs spread wide with kaiser’s face between them as ness sat by your side and ran his fingers gently through your hair. kaiser had made constant advancements towards you behind ness’ back, thinking that if he knew, he’d be judged to shreds. however, he was pleased to hear that ness wasn’t only accepting of kaiser’s behaviour, but also more than willing to allow him to please you. he was practically begging kaiser to sleep with you, not wanting kaiser to dislike him in any way— and if sharing you prevented that, he was more than happy to oblige.
you let out whimpery moans as kaiser’s wet tongue licked another line up between the folds of your pussy before dipping back between them and working shamelessly at your clit. your heart was thumping faster as you squeezed your eyes shut, the only thing keeping you from letting out even louder moans was ness’s comforting hands, which moved to cup the side of your face as he looked at you lovingly.
“she’s so pretty when she moans.” ness smiled blissfully before turning his head to watch ness at work, his eyes sparkling with amazement. “there really is nothing you can’t do! you’re so talented, my girlfriend looks so satisfied!” he gushed before placing a kiss on the side of your neck beneath your jaw, grinning against your skin. “tell him how good you feel, darling. kaiser’s doing a great job, isn’t he?” ness whispered darkly into your ear.
SHIDOU showing sae how it’s done
you were sexually frustrated, shidou could see that. you never usually got a chance to have sex with your boyfriend, sae, and even when you did, it was always missionary. i mean, you always finished in the end, but there was no imagination. that’s why when shidou overheard you complaining to sae about not being experimental enough in the bedroom, he immediately butted in and insisted he show sae how to make you literally shake with pleasure.
that’s how you ended up with your arms tied to the post of sae’s bed, your legs being forced open by shidou as he pumped his cock into you while holding a vibrator up to your clit. your eyes were swelling with tears as you felt your entire body tense up, the only gentle feeling you could sense coming from your boyfriend’s warm touch as he held his palm against your cheek. “she’s actually crying, you’ve outdone yourself,” sae uttered coldly as his thumb drew over your skip to wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.
“instead of just caressing her face, why don’t you be a dear ‘n hold her legs open instead? she’s tryin’ go close them, see?” shidou chuckled darkly, to which sae rolled his eyes before positioning himself to force your legs even further apart. shidou couldn’t help but be amused as he looked between you and your boyfriend. “don’t sass me, darling,” he grinned at sae, “you should take notes. your girlfriend’s clearly enjoyin’ it.”
bruh i wish there was GL that was on the same level of fever dream as animes like sasaki to miyano or given .. maybe the good GLs just aren’t popular but i’m seriously upset that i cant find any good ones </3
the ones i find are usually bland— (and sometimes borderline problematic 😭???)— and they just don’t have the same kind of dumb humour or tense scenes you can find in straight romance animes. honestly a lot just feel like excuses to sexualise wlw couples…
a few decent ones ive seen are im in love with a villainess, bloom into you, and kase-san and morning glories, but they were all just kind of boring to me and just didn’t hit the same. like i need an anime that’s set out exactly just like some generic romance like horimiya or something.. but make the love interest a woman!
i live for lgbt+ rep in anime as a pansexual girl myself. as much as i like a lot of popular romance animes with straight couples, ones with queer couples feel more special to me. i also quite like a lot of BL animes, but it’s only really because of the queer rep and it just makes me wish i had a girlfriend as i’m watching it LMAO.
i swear ive searched the heavens and earths for GL animes that are at least over a 7/10, but i’ve fallen short.. </3
it honestly amazes me how people can genuinely prefer yuki and mafuyu over mafuyu and uenoyama… yall know who the main couple is right?
uenoyama is done so dirty by the fandom by constantly being shoved to the side for a mf who isn’t even a main character. like what yuki and mafuyu had was special, but mafuyu has moved on yall
authors notes. i am IN LOVE with rin so im glad i wrote this instead of my college essays
╰┈➤ the type of person to keep your relationship strictly private. in fact, it’s because he loves you so much that he wants to keep your relationship private.
╰┈➤ private, not secret.
╰┈➤ it was no surprise to the public when it was discovered that professional footballer, rin itoshi, was dating you, especially since you did have connections to the Itoshi brothers previously anyway.
╰┈➤ from the beginning, the paparazzi pressing on the matter pissed him off. he hated how interviewers would always eventually get to bringing your name up, because it meant that your relationship was starting to be shared with the world.
╰┈➤ but more than that, it was because he had a such a soft spot for you that he couldn’t help but become nervous when people brought you up. and as annoying as the interviewers were, he couldn’t stand to be mad at them when they gave him an excuse to talk about you.
╰┈➤ he’s probably half the reason your relationship wasn’t as private as he’d hoped. he was just such an unintentional blabbermouth.
╰┈➤ when you’re actually with him in public, he tends to get overprotective.
╰┈➤ when you’re in the streets, you need to be holding hands; when you’re at social gatherings, his palm needs to be attached to your hip.
╰┈➤ not just for safety reasons, but he supposed he also needed to constantly remind people that the two of you are together.
╰┈➤ when he realises that he’s getting approached by fans in the street, he’ll subtly hide you behind him so that you’re not pestered, and you’ll watch with a soft smile as rin is forced to take photos and sign autographs.
╰┈➤ despite maintaining a cold facade, he somehow manages to talk do gently when it’s to you.
╰┈➤ if the two of you are at a party he’s clearly uncomfortable being in, he’d slowly scoop your hands into his and plant a gentle kiss on your knuckle before muttering, “it’s getting loud. do you want to leave?”
╰┈➤ honestly, it’s quite impressive how quickly he’s able to switch tones.
╰┈➤ he can go from kindly whispering words of affirmation in your ear to screaming expletives to a random man, threatening to fight him where they stood and ordering him to stop hitting on you.
╰┈➤ rin’s jealousy is actually an unheard of level of rage.
╰┈➤ every time bachira jokes with you, isagi compliments you, or any of his other team members hang out with you one-on-one, it’s like a ticking time bomb in his mind. 
╰┈➤ rin trusts you with all his heart, but his possessiveness is a little louder than his compassion, and he’s rather eat both of his shoes than put you aline in a room with a man that isn’t him.
╰┈➤ he is willing to start the most outrageous scenes over it.
╰┈➤ once, shidou publicly dedicated a shot to you during an important match just to piss rin off, and he went ballistic.
╰┈➤ he had maintained himself on the pitch, but as soon as he reached the locker room, rin was already prepared to pack shidou up and send him to the emergency unit.
╰┈➤ a good fight definitely would have ensued, had he not been stopped by his teammates holding him back.
╰┈➤ plus, you continuously warned him not to fight because you hated seeing him show up to your dates with bruises and marks— his injuries from football were already enough. 
╰┈➤ he hated defying you, but sometimes he just really couldn’t help himself.
╰┈➤ the days where he would literally feel himself freeze before knocking on your apartment door because he knew that his injuries would tell you that he got into another fight were the worst for him.
╰┈➤ because you always looked at him with that certain face of disappointment before simply sighing and letting him in, ready to properly tend to his wounds.
╰┈➤ he’s so gentle when he’s in private with you.
╰┈➤ you could spend hours cradled in his arms, listening to the dulcet mumbles of his voice as he told you about his day.
╰┈➤ when be gets home from a match or training, all he wants to do is cuddle you mindlessly with a tv show in front.
╰┈➤ sometimes he’s mumble about how annoying his teammates were today and how he’s glad he can finally lay down with you.
╰┈➤ to many’s surprise, he’s really the sweetest boyfriend ever.
authors notes: i saw a request that asked for a size kink with kunigami but i decided to just do multiple blue lock characters’ kinks including kunigami. so go the requester that asked just know that i see you fr
and he’d be so damn mean about it too knowing that he loves it. as you’re positioned beneath him with your legs spread for him to hain easier access, your profusely blushing face would began to gather tears after going at it for so long. seeing your glossy eyes would only cause rin to be rougher, bullying your desperate hole as he longed to force more tears out of you. “‘re you seriously fucking crying? when i’m not even going as hard as i can be with you?”
MEGURU BACHIRA, MARKING
you marking him, him marking you— it doesn’t matter. either way, bachira could spend hours of his evening letting out little whimpers of pleasure as you left fresh hickeys across his collarbone, smiling foolishly at the knowledge that he would definitely do whatever it took to subtly reveal your work to all of his teammates. and of course, he would return the favour to you, leaving various bruises and marks on your shoulders and neck— particularly in the shapes of desperate love-bites, ensuring that you would think of him every time you saw yourself in the mirror.
YOICHI ISAGI, MASOCHISM
he is so embarrassed of it, he would probably die of literal shame if anyone else other than you found out about it. getting him to admit he even had any kinks was a rough journey, so once you found out, you abused the hell out of it. you’d spank him, bite down on his shoulders while you left hickeys, and even go as far to slap him across the face while you looked down at him on his knees, making him beg you to let him fuck you. part of you wanted to feel guilty, but the growing blush on his cheeks told you that he not only loved it, but actively wanted more.
RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, SIZE
and he tries to be gentle with you, he really does, but you’re so small in comparison to him and he just knows that if he were to even go a little bit too rough, he would break you— which only entices him further. he tries to shake off the desire to absolutely destroy you, but the sight of you just barely taking in his thick cock while his large hand ran across your panting chest to move up to your neck was enough to burn the wildest fantasies into this man’s mind. he wanted to see how much more you could take, because he surely wasn’t going to last knowing that he could cup the bottom half of your face with just one of his palms, muffling your vocal moans as you reached your high.
SAE ITOSHI, DEGRADATION
sigh he is such a bully. imagine you in doggy position while he hit it from the back in front of a mirror. you’d try to bury your head in the bedsheets to shield your blushing face, but he’d just grab you by the hair and force you to look at yourself while he leaned down and muttered dirty insults in your ear. “don’t try and hide. i want you to see how pathetic you look being fucked dumb by my cock. so fuckin’ weak, can’t even handle dick, but i bet it feels nice being handled like a slut, huh?” each string of words being even filthier than the last, he’s so good at saying the right things.
ALEXIS NESS, PRAISE
as expected from him, he just can’t get enough of it. he’s addicted to that feeling of you knelt between his legs as you jerked him off as quickly as you could, your hand sloppily running over the length of his throbbing cock before your thumb met to massage his reddened, aching tip. there would be literal tears in his eyes as he looked down to see your smirk of pleasure as your movements sped up, biting your lip when you whispered things like: “oh, look at that, you’re behaving so well. does that feel good? you look so pretty like this.”
“Do you think if someone thew a stick, he’d go and fetch it?” Whispers were heard from a small group gathered around one of the dining tables. Without even looking over his shoulder as he passed by with his lunch tray, Ness could tell that the whispers must have been meant for him— Particularly because of the harsh gazes that he received when he passed by the table.
“Get it?” They continued. “Because he’s (Y/n)’s dog.”
Ness’ grip on his tray had unintentionally gotten tighter as he heard the words, but he still maintained that lifeless smile on his face as he made his way through the hall. Throughout the months, the comments had seemed to go in one ear and out the other, and most of the time, it didn’t even register to him that what the other players were saying were insults. In fact, he took it as a compliment to be given such a label. His loyalty was hopelessly devoted to you and you alone, so the subtle mutterings and rude whispers meant nothing.
Maybe it was because he was so blinded by his devotion to you that he didn’t mind the comments people made. Maybe if he wasn’t so sickeningly obsessed, he would’ve had a problem with it, and he would have realised that he was more than just an extension of you. Though those kinds of thoughts had no place in his mind, because whenever the concept could ever come up, he’d shut that possibility out as quickly as it arrived.
“What’s his name again? (Y/n)‘s maid?” The buzzing got louder.
“There he goes with that creepy smile again. Do you think he’s trying to find (Y/n)?”
“Poor boy. He looks so lost without his owner-(Y/n)!”
(Y/n).
(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)—
“Alexis.” Your voice was suddenly heard calling out ahead of him, which caused his head to peel up at the sound. His eyes lit up when he caught a glimpse of your vague silhouette in the distance, waving him towards the table you were sat at.
His pacing got quicker now that his eyes were locked onto his target seat— The one right next to yours. Now, the voices became even more drowned out as he couldn’t focus on anything but getting to your table. Maybe he did love like a pathetic dog, but if it was you, he didn’t care. In fact, maybe one of the core reasons he loved in such a way was because it was you. He loved you, and he loved being in your presence, and so long as you kept him around and kept giving him the attention he so craved, he would always scurry back to his master like the loyal pet he was.
Being roommates with your best friend out of convince meant that you were more exposed to the strange quirks that came with living with him. Like how he washed dishes a certain way, or how he was the type of person to like all windows in the apartment open to ‘let the cool breeze in’, even if it was already freezing. But one of the strangest things that you noticed after living with him was his odd habit of washing his hands in the middle of the night for seemingly no reason.
It was always at the same time at around 1am that you’d be awoken by the abrupt creaking noises of the floorboard as he trudged over to the bathroom, the sound of water flowing from the faucet and the pumping of the soap dispenser following soon after. Nagi didn’t have any hobbies outside of football as far as you were aware, and he didn’t have any physical projects that created a lot of mess that you saw could contribute to him constantly needing to cleanse himself in the middle of the night. Yet, the same always happened when you expected it to. At around one am, when you’re presumed to be asleep.
There was a particular night where you had stayed up extra late on your phone, but your lights were off and you were completely silent, so if Nagi were to pass by your room, he’d automatically assume that you had already gone to bed. So when your eyes met the small time in the corner of your phone that read 1:24am and you realised that your roommate hadn’t washed his hands at the usual time, you got suspicious. Maybe he just wasn’t working on his supposed project tonight? Or maybe, like you, he had stayed up later that anticipated.
Due to the bubbling noise of your curiosity building up in your brain, you steadily began to climb out of bed, making as little noise as possible to see if you would be able to check if Nagi was still even awake at this time. Maybe if he was, you’d be able to catch a glimpse at what he had been doing all this time.
When you reached his room down the hall, the dim light of what you could assume was his lamp faintly lit the inside of his room, and the warm light poured through the small gap between the open door and its frame, allowing your eye to creepily peek through. You made sure to keep your back pressed up against the other side of his door so that even your shadow couldn’t be spotted as you glimpsed inside, noting what was going on in the scene that was set.
However, when your eyes laid on Nagi, he wasn’t at his desk like you had anticipated, he was instead at his bed. He probably hadn’t realised that he had left his door slightly open, which is why he seemed to be pleasuring himself so freely. His back was pressed up against the pillows of his bed and his knees were brought up a little as his hand jerked away at his thick cock, his head lifting up to face the ceiling at the same time. Seeing him in such a state caused your eyes to widen and to clasp your hand over your mouth to suppress an upcoming gasp. Was he—? Surely not… No, he definitely was.
His palm glided so quickly and so easily along the base of his dick that it was obvious that he had been at it for quite a while. Despite feeling like your eyes must have been violating something by just remaining behind the door, you couldn’t help but continue watching as his hand sped up. He was letting out strained gasps and grunts the more desperate he became to chasing his high, and his eyes were squeezed shut as he concentrated on following that path to completion. Your eyes were fixed on how his thighs were shaking a little the faster he became, and how his groans steadily evolved into whimpers with how he reached his climax.
Eventually, you found that thick ropes of white soon erupted from his throbbing, pink tip, and that his hand movements began to slow. Nagi even went on to lazily thrust his hips upward into his own unsteady palm, trying to ride out the pleasure that he felt for as long as possible before it all washed away.
You didn’t realise how your other hand had almost instinctively travelled down to just above your crotch, feeling a warm sensation building up between your legs as your face flushed at the sight. Your breath was shaky against the palm that was still cupped over your mouth as you watched Nagi groan softly when he realised that he would, once again, be responsible for cleaning up the mess he had made. His eyes looked irritatingly down at his palm, which was stained with the sticky ribbons of white satisfaction. And soon, you saw his lips mutter curses under his breath before he turned over in the bed and plant his feet to the ground, going to walk over to the door.
When you saw that he had gotten out of bed, you were already lunging back towards your room and shutting your door quickly, diving into bed as you hid under your duvet, blinking widely at your pillows as you contemplated on if you really had seen what you had just seen.
The time was now 1:33am and the sound of the bathroom door opening was heard once again, followed by the sound of the faucet running.
arcade date with chigiri?! pls i love him so much HSJSJ maybe the rest of the bllk boys even catch him at the arcade and tease him ????
arcade games and cat plushies : ̗̀➛
HYOUMA CHIGIRI x reader
wc. 3.1k
content. literally just tooth rotting fluff :3
Because of Blue Lock, you and your boyfriend weren’t able to hang out as often as you could before. Which is why on the days that he was actually allowed a to leave, he would always visit you and take you on dates. Today was the same, and this time, he brought you to an arcade.
You and Chigiri had been circling the arcade for perhaps an hour or two now, yet it didn’t seem that either of your energies were beginning to quell. In fact, it seemed that the longer that the two of you remained in each other’s presence, the richer your hearts became; this fact grew more obvious when you even began repeating machines and games, returning to certain areas maybe two or three times.
The both of your pockets were overflowing with tickets, to the point where you had even began to drape the large streams of winnings you had across your shoulders like a scarf. As for Chigiri, he would scrunch the papers up and just carry them around like a ball, only dropping them to his feet when he needed to use his hands in a game. The two of you had stayed in the arcade much longer than anyone else had, so it was no wonder why the both of you had accumulated the most successes.
Soon, the both of you reached the air-hockey board once more, and he dashed around to slot another coin into the game.
“Ready for another rematch?” Chigiri grinned widely, reaching for one of the mallets.
“Oh, you’re on.” A wide smile of determination crew on your face as you watched him drop his tickets to the floor and even begin gathering his hair to tie it back. “We’re getting serious now, are we?” You giggled as he pulled a hair tie from his wrist to wrap it around a clump of his hair.
Chigiri smirked, before he then took hold of the mallet once more. “You know I always get serious,” he said, not even missing a beat as he was already smacking the puck at the other end of the board, his eyes intently following his move throughout the entire duration. “Don’t be surprised if you lose again.” He said with a confident snicker.
“You better put a cap on that confidence, because I’m making my comeback!” You cackled, whacking the puck back to his side of the table. “I hope the king’s been practising his kneeling, because I’ve got this one set.”
“Oh is that so…” Chigiri responded with nothing of his usual snicker, instead taking a more calm approach to this match, as if his confidence was at stake from the threat your words were currently attempting to impose upon his. He then began to make several quick passes back and forth, as his eyes remained trained upon the puck the entire time. “I’m looking forward to witnessing your ego crumble, you know.” He responded with a smile.
“Well, sorry to disappoint, but this game is mine!” You announced proudly, sending back the puck that he hit towards you with all of your strength, watching as the flat cylinder was making a line straight to his goal. Your eyes widened with anticipation as it neared the entrance, your irises gleaming with premature excitement.
You were sure you would have screamed your own victory if it hadn’t been for Chigiri intercepting your connection with winning and returning the puck to you. You had been so keen on your brush with the trophy that you hadn’t even considered him hitting it back. So when it was back in your court, you were caught completely off-guard when it ricocheted off the wall and landed in your goal.
“Damn it!” You yelled out
He snickered, his grin widening as he then brought the mallet back with a firm grip on the handle as he returned the puck back to your side of the board.
“Oh, so cocky,” Chigiri spoke, seeming to have thoroughly enjoyed the exchange. However, despite the teasing remark, his tone stayed calm, not even having a hint of hostility or teasing in it. “Seems like your efforts are futile.” he asked, as though expecting a challenge, or some new comeback from you.
“It was a lucky shot.” You told him sourly as you picked the puck back up and threw it against the table to prepare for a second round. “Watch now, I’m locking in and you’re not gonna score any more goals! Your football tactics won’t work here!”
And well, they didn’t, but he won nevertheless, and you watched with shattered disappointment as more tickets began spewing from the slots of the machine, indicating his landslide victory.
“You know, every game has its own little rule set,” Chigiri said, his tone holding a slight sense of satisfaction, although it wasn’t exactly gloating- more so just a friendly jab. As the tickets began to slowly pour out from the machine, Chigiri took notice- his eyes widening as he stared at the steady stream in shock once more. “Wow.” he muttered.
Your eyes remained on him with a wide smile as he began to gather up all of the tickets that he had accumulated into his arms once more. It was irritating that he seemed to be so good at every game in the arcade that the two of you went on, but it didn’t particularly matter at the end of the day as all you knew was that you were having fun. Chigiri saw in your eyes how simply content you were to be in his presence, despite him dominating every single machine, but the fact was that every single one of his tickets was going to be spent on you anyway.
“You ready to exchange our tickets now?” You grinned as he finally picked up the paper hall.
“Of course.” Chigiri responded, although with another smirk on his face as he stared at you, seemingly to have caught on to the fact that the entire time, the way that your eyes had remained trained on him was to no doubt simply that you were satisfied.
When the two of you had put all of your tickets into the exchange machine and were left with the card that displayed your shared winning counter, Chigiri handed the card solely for you to take as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you into a cute hug while you walked to the desk. You stared down at rhe slip of paper rhat held both of your victories with a wide smile, your thumb tracing over the text lightly.
“What do you plan on spending the tickets on?” He asked.
“I don’t know… We could get anything here!” You told him as you peered at the selection of prizes, the open range of what was available to the two of you being a reminder of how long the two of you hand spent in the arcade.
“Well…” he thought for a moment, staring at the vast array of items as well, before his mind instantly went to the only things that mattered to him in this moment. “How about we get plushies?” He suggested, pointing towards the arsenal of stuffed toys on the shelf. He figured that if anything, you’d find the idea adorable.
“Oh my god, yes!” Your eyes lit up with excitement as you desperately clutched his arm to gesture towards a particular pair that had caught your eye.
“Let’s get those two! The two cat ones!” You squealed, drawing your attentions directly to two plushies that were leaning against each other on the display. Your mind couldn’t help but buzz about how those plushies reminded you of the two of you, and your heart fluttered with the idea of actually getting your hands on the fuzzy cuties.
Chigiri had no qualms with the suggestions, instead following your excited gestures towards the two plushies. “The cats, right?” he turned back for reassurance before approaching the desk, and when you nodded, he made his request to the person by the register.
Once the stuffed animals were taken off display, Chigiri used up the rest of his remaining points to spend it on candy that the two of you could share. He loaded his pockets with lollipops and liquorish before reaching for the plushies, carrying them in his arms back to you as though they were real cats.
Your arms were already out to joyfully take the one cat that you knew was going to be yours, and you squeezed it with all of your might once he handed it to you. Your cheek pressed against the warm fluff of the fuzzy toy, and you cradled the cat like it was your firstborn child.
“So cute.” He whispered when he saw the glow of your smile; he couldn't help but grin as well.
“I love them! They’re so adorable!” You quipped, holding your cat up beside his so you could lay your gazes on the commemoration of this memory.
“Right?” Chigiri agreed, leaning in towards you with his own cat in hand and then moving both toys closer together so that their faces would be side-by-side, their little arms reaching so that they almost looked as if they were trying to touch the other.
He seemed to enjoy the look of having both plushies side-by-side so that they looked like they were cuddling. The two toy cats were left standing beside one another, their tails interlocked as though they were performing the act of holding hands themselves. Chigiri’s eyes remained locked with yours while a smile spread across his face, although he wasn’t sure if it was from finding the cats adorable or from simply staring into your eyes.
“What are you gonna name yours?” He then asked, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly as he leaned against you once more.
“Hm… Akane is very fitting. So whenever I see it, I think of you.” You grinned, holding the cat up to his face.
Although the cat wasn’t actually a deep red like the name suggested, you wanted a title that reflected the nickname given to your boyfriend on the field. The world knew him as ‘the red panther’, so your plushie would mirror just that. It brought him joy thinking about how the plushie had actually been given a name that matched his football title, although he wondered if that would ever cause the toy to be mistaken for him by passer-bys.
"Akane. That's a cute name," Chigiri smiled, looking down at the plushie as you held it up as if it was in fact a cat and not a lifeless toy. “So, what's my cat's name then?" He asked, his voice holding a playful hint as he wondered what name you had chosen to give his plushie.
“It’s yours, you have to choose a name!” You told him sternly, lowering your plushie again to hug it.
“Uh…” Chigiri pondered for a moment, glancing down at the cat toy as he tried to find a suitable enough name. He really did want the name to match his presence or resemble it in some way, as he felt as though this little gesture would be something that he would truly enjoy. “Hm…” Chigiri thought about it, taking a quick glance down at the cat as he shifted his position so that he could wrap his free arm around your shoulders.
“What if I called mine (Y/n) … Would you be offended?” He asked with a smirk.
Your entire face heated up with blush when his arm slinked around your shoulders to hug you, pressing your plushies together with a grin.
“Only if you don’t replace me with that cat.” You commented teasingly.
Chigiri smirked, the side of his head pressing against your own. "No promises." he joked.
The two toy cats remained pressed against one another, the pair of them as if they were a set that had been purchased together.
"I suppose I'll have to take the real version of you over a plushie," he muttered after staring at the prize long enough, his words seeming to carry more than just the playful teasing of earlier, “you’re a lot cuter." He added, his words bringing about a teasing tone once more, but his grip around you was still strong and his cheek still pressed against you.
“So cheesy…” You giggled.
"I may be cheesy, but at least I know I’m a lot more tastier than the alternatives." Chigiri playfully responded, still keeping the joking tone in his voice before adding on another cheeky remark. "Plus, I’m pretty sure plushies don’t cuddle back."
“Well, when you take this plushie back to Blue Lock, you can hug it when you sleep as if I’m there.” You teased.
"Yeah? Will the plushie also complain to me about its back pain? Will it also take up the majority of the bed during nights and leave little space for me?" Chigiri asked, jokingly listing off some of the things you would do when you slept, things that he was already quite used to anyways. "And will the plushie make me have to go to sleep early as well?" He asked just before cracking a grin.
Your jaw dropped before you let out a giggle. “Well, maybe your plushie is just concerned about you getting a full night’s rest before a game!”
"Or, maybe the plushie is just trying to deprive me from the joys of life by trying to force me to take more than six hours of sleep before every match, hmm?" Chigiri suggested, seeming to enjoy this back-and-forth of teasing, although he knew that it was his way of flirting with you.
“Well maybe you could do with a little extra hours of sleep!”
Chigiri rolled his eyes in jest of the comment, making a face as if he was offended as he then leaned his head against yours once more. “And what do you know about sleep?” He asked, the playful, teasing tone clearly prominent in his voice.
“Well, I’ve slept with you a couple of times, so I would say I’m pretty skilled.” You grinned at the suggestive comment. He couldn’t help but snicker as you had made that response, although it took him a few seconds to compose himself as he seemed to be taken aback by the flirty nature of your words. Even though you had slept together several times already, he still was never able to get used to hearing you make such remarks that were clearly intended to embarrass him.
"Well, you do have a point," Chigiri responded after letting out a final breath from his laughs, returning the suggestive comment with one of his own. "Are you implying I keep you awake too often?"
“Not enough.” You shrugged with a smirk.
Chigiri's grin widened as he then leaned in closer to you as though to whisper in your ear, "Is that a challenge then?" he asked, the teasing tone still prevalent in his voice as he tried to match the same nature of the moment, as though he was trying to see just what would happen if it was taken further. “(Y/n)?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, are you talking to me or the plushie?” You replied, shattering the dark and flirtatious turn that the conversation had taken to return to the friendly teasing, a choice which was received with a chuckle.
"I think I'm speaking to the real (Y/n) and not the toy," he then responded with his own joking comment, his tone remaining playful, but with just the slightest amount of flirtatiousness in it. "Unless... Are you saying you're no different than the plushie?"
“I’m totally different! That plushie can’t give you forehead kisses.”
"That's true, only the real you can do that," Chigiri responded confidently, reaching up to brush back your hair away from your face before tilting his lips closer to your head. "May I?" he asked, leaning only an inch or so away from your forehead.
“You may.” You smiled brightly at your boyfriend, your heart fluttering with compassion.
With your permission, Chigiri planted a soft peck onto your forehead before looking down at you again with so much love in his eyes you could swear he was looking at his world. The distance between the two of you had closed so much that your plushies were pressed between your stomachs as you continued to smile at one another, the atmosphere of each other’s presence filling you with so much desire.
However, right before your boyfriend was able to lean down to kiss your lips instead after staring at you for so long, you two were suddenly interrupted by the sound of excited buzzing as you were approached by a duo that you did not personally recognise.
“Chigiri?!” A voice called out, and your attention was diverted towards a man with black hair and large blue eyes that led the crowd of friends.
“Is this the titular girlfriend you speak so much about?” Another man of the same height appeared behind the one who had previously spoken, this time having a bob cut with a bleached underside.
You watched as the pair approached your boyfriend with wide smiles, eager to find their best friend with what seemed to be his partner.
“What are you guys doing here—?” Chigiri’s eyes widened, holding your hand with one palm as he cradled his plushie with the other, involuntarily shifting you to hide behind him— as if the other two hadn’t already seen you.
“We were also let out of Blue Lock, you know! You think we wouldn’t wonder where you were?” Isagi exclaimed. “We wanted to hang out!”
“Why haven’t you ever introduced us to your girlfriend before?” Bachira swiftly found himself peeping behind Chigiri’s hip to stare at you, giving you a wide and cheese smile— Which you awkwardly reciprocated. “She’s very pretty!”
“You guys…” Chigiri’s entire face had been painted with blush, still keeping you behind him.
You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at the gesture, watching as your boyfriend’s flushed face attempted to hide his flustered embarrassment. So he had been too nervous to tell his teammates about you, huh?
“Don’t just stand there nervously, Hyouma!” You giggled, shifting from behind him to present yourself in a more friendly manner to both Bachira and Isagi. “Introduce me to your friends!”
It’s Yoichi’s birthday! Any thoughts about him? Maybe some dom Isagi where he’s a little feral after a game or smth? Idk, have fun with it ya know?
dom!isagi after winning a match : ̗̀➛
YOICHI ISAGI x f!reader
a/n: i loved this request! i realise i havent even written a standalone fic for isagi yet so i thought this would be the perfect first one
wc. 1.6k
contents. smut
The rush of winning a game that he carried on his shoulders is a feeling that wasn’t so commonplace in Isagi’s life. While players like Rin or Nagi probably knew the feeling all too well, Isagi couldn’t say that it was actually that often that he knew he was the reason that his team won a match.
That’s why today, after scoring half of the team’s points and even making the final goal, causing their victory by the tiniest margin, Isagi was on a high. The energy that bubbled inside of him was overflowing to the point where he genuinely couldn’t hold himself back when you reunited with him after the game. When you greeted your boyfriend with a wide, congratulating smile, your arms spread to embrace him into a tight hug, you half-expected to run into your body laughing with excitement like he always does. And, of course, he did, but in a way that was a bit more extreme than you anticipated.
After letting himself get squeezed in your warm embrace, he swiftly broke away from your grasp and squeezed his palm around your wrist to drag you back into the building and into his room. And as soon as the door was locked, he spared no second before he began peppering you with rough and passionate kisses across your cheek and neck, subtly pushing you against his bed.
“C’mon, take it off…” He muttered against your skin, his hands running up your shirt. He was already breathlessly when he pinned you beneath him, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to waste his breath on any words that weren’t demands for you to undress.
“What’s gotten into you?” You giggled as he forcefully pulled your top over your arms and tossed it to the side, continuing to kiss the bare skin that was now revealed to him. “Let’s at least celebrate that game a little—“
“What’s gotten into me is this game winning goal.” He interrupted, his eyes brimming with pride to see your skin uncovered. “The feeling of victory, knowing that I carried this team to victory. This is my celebration.” He huffed before kissing your collarbone and sucking on it.
“You don’t even wanna throw a little after-party with the rest of your team before we—“ Before you could finish your sentence, he immediately sealed your lips off with a passionate kiss as he worked on pulling down his shorts, his tongue slipping into your mouth to silence you with the breathless action.
His sudden move caught you by surprise, his tongue invading your mouth and his hands squeezing your thighs tightly. Isagi pinned you down to ensure you couldn’t struggle, but his lips against yours proved that he wanted nothing more than to kiss you over and over again. Though his hands were a bit too rough in how he squeezed your thighs, his kisses made you melt the longer they lasted. It was a weird feeling, wanting to squirm and wanting to be embraced at the same time.
“…Take off your panties.” He mumbled against your lips, his breath coming out as hot puffs on the surface of your skin. He felt it, and he knew that the feeling of victory wasn’t enough to keep him satisfied anymore. He was desperate to keep this overwhelming desire going, his hands itching to explore your skin from head to toe as you stayed under his grasp.
“Cutting the foreplay, are we?” You giggled as a tease, but he seemed to be seething with desperation. His eyes were dominant and demanding, his patience cut short from the game.
“Stop talking and just do as I say.” Isagi’s lips travelled to your ear to let out that dark whisper, licking his teeth as he bit on his lips. His cock had already been pulled from his boxers and was carried proudly in his hand, so now he was just waiting for you to do your part and remove your underwear just like he asked.
“Aye-aye.” You responded with a grin as you removed your panties just as he requested, letting your legs wrap around his waist when he forcefully pushed himself into you— Not a single warning or sign.
As his cock plunged into your already slick folds, it forced a loud gasp from your lips as the unexpected action had caught you do off-guard. When you allowed yourself to be wrapped around his waist, Isagi huffed and began taking on a very rough approach with you, the desire he held making him rough around the edges. His grip tightened, but his movements quickly became more forceful, biting and nipping at your neck as sweat dotted his face.
“W-Wait, I think we should slow down a second, what if the team is looking for you—“ You moaned out, only for him to clasp his palm over your mouth and keep thrusting into you.
“I don’t give a fuck if the team could be looking for me. I’m doing something, am I?” He cast his eyes over to you, which you could see were ripe with ambition. His words were a little choppy thanks to the breathing pauses he took, but it still maintained that dark edge. “So I don’t want you to say anything unless it’s my name, or ‘harder’.”
Your face flushed as you gulped, clutching his muscles as he practically shook the bed with his thrusts.
“H-Harder, Isagi…” You whimpered.
“There we go.” His voice remained just as dark as it was before, his smile curling upwards as his hands squeezed onto your thighs to push his movements more.
While his face usually held a very calm, laidback expression, the desire he was feeling was enough to make him lose all of it. Unlike his usual composed demeanor, his palms squeezed tighter around your thighs, waist and hips, leaving it red and marked by the amount of pressure he exerted. His eyes were dominant, and they were locked onto your body, desperate to know and see what lies underneath the layers you usually hid behind.
“Who’s your boyfriend?” Isagi asked, his voice a low husk before he leaned in to whisper the question against your skin. His lips made soft noises as they grazed along your neck, trailing down to your collarbone before coming back up to your face. His hands then moved to find yours to interlock your fingers so he could press the back of your palms right against the bedsheets. “Who do these hands and this body belong to?”
“Y-You, Isagi—!” You whined, feeling your back arch a little while your chest flushed with excitement. You couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle along with your choked-out response— Turned out your boyfriend after an intense match was a guilty pleasure of yours.
“That’s right.” Isagi’s voice remained husk in its tone as he smiled at the way your body reacted to everything he did. He pushed his lips roughly against yours, his fingers digging into your skin but he didn’t seem too bothered by the small pain he was inflicting. The way he acted only fed his ego further, and he smirked at the way you squirmed a little with excitement.
Isagi let out a satisfied grunt the louder you got before placing a tight, controlling kiss right on your lips. He was taking away the chance you had to think, all because he wanted to satisfy this selfish desire he had to feel power over something.
“Isagi, please, it’s too early— I’m gonna cum—“ You whimpered, making an attempt to push him off you, only for him to push himself further in.
"Don’t hold back. Give it all to me." Isagi breathed out, squeezing your chin tighter as his voice dripped with satisfaction. He smirked against your skin before leaning back in to let out a bite right on the side of your neck, taking his time to suck on the same spot as his hand squeezed your palm.
“I-I can’t—“
“Yes, you can.” He demanded, maintaining the same rough pace he had done until you felt yourself unravel and finish on his dick.
He continued to pump himself into you, allowing a creamy ring to appear around the base of his cock as he went to catch his own high, desperately wanting his moment to finish inside of you too. His hands began to move between several parts of your body, like he didn’t know what to hold before he shot his load. Before long, he found his hands right where they always were— on your thighs— And the moment he had been building to finally arrived.
His pulsing cock reached its climax inside of you just like he had hoped, but he had even pulled out his dick to continue jerking it off just to make sure he was able to squeeze every last drop of himself out. His red and throbbing tip continued to shoot out weakened loads of cum onto your pussy, which already dripped with a mixture of both of your satisfactions. He was pumping himself dry, not stopping until he was absolutely sure that he was done.
When his movements finally got slower and the both of you started to steady your breathing, you were finally able to look up at Isagi with a cute smile, gazing longingly as he leaned back up and dabbed the sweat from his blushing face.
“You need to have matches like that more often.” You commented with a grin, your face still warm with pleasure.
