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Thank you, Mihya.

. • ❥ Pairings; Michael Kaiser X Reader. Sypnosis; Michael Kaiser, egotistical and cocky, caught on his knees kissing the ground you walked on for you to have him back after pushing your last button of your toxic relationship. Word Count; 1089. Watchout!; swearing, Süße = sweetness, Authors Note; nobody understands how much i love a little egotistical man getting caught being so pathetic and vulnerable uggghhhh…(/// ᗒ.ᗕ ///)

Michael Kasier, known for his disgusting ego and red flagged personality, couldnt take it any longer.

Ever since that one night where he saw you talking to another man, eyeing him a little too much, he felt like he was losing. Of course, he was still too much of an asshole to simply accept it.

You two really only started dating because of the media. All the comments, edits, every little piece about you two made his ego even worse, and you couldnt deny how it kind of made you feel a bit giddy to see how much people suddenly started talking about you.

You were fine with dating hin at first. He was good looking, had a lot of money in his pocket and knew how to spoil you in all the right ways. But, you dated him because you knew he had to be vulnerable on the inside. You wanted to cut open his chest and rip out his heart to see every emotion of his on full display.

But at this point? you started to doubt he even had one. He was constantly trying to twist your words and make you seem like the bad person, like the person that he had every right to argue with.

At some point, you found him breaking through the thin ice he walked upon. He always said it, but this is already the fifty-third time that he did say it.

“I dont even know why i ever got with you in the first place. All you do is lie to me and make me seem like the bad guy!”

Seriously? after everything that he said to you? after yelling at you how everytime you were polite to any male in the wilderness that you were probably having someone without him knowing? that you were probably just using him for money and to feel good? really?

You huffed and scoffed at him. You turned to grab your purse on the kitchen counter and told him,

“Your right. All i do is lie, because everytime that i told you that i loved you, was a lie.”

You turned away and walked out on him, having to walk down the pathway of the city to get as far away from his as possible. However, it was still drilled into his mind that you would be coming back to the door to ask him, ‘baby? im sorry for what i said, okay? you mean everything to me!’ even though it never happened. Even though he felt such a sharp feeling through his chest.

Not for one day. Not for one week. Not for one month. He counted the days. 42. His bank account rarely changed since you left, no longer getting emails of receipts from designer stores. And for some reason, he felt so cold with every passing second that you werent next to him so that he can hold his hand onto your plush thigh when he wanted. Or so that he can admire the way the new necklace he bought you rested on your collarbone. He wasnt a fan of the chilling feeling. He was already used to you always turning the thermostat to 35 even though you were in a hoodie and sweats already.

You were too caught up in your own life to even think about him, even though you did find yourself thinking of a mix of blond and blue every once in a while. You missed the times when you would pull out a different credit cars rather than your own to buy something that you thought was cute. You missed walking into designer stores without a care in the world. But most importantly, you missed feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind when you woke up early to make breakfast. You missed when you would feel a much bigger and heavier something lay overtop you when you would watch a movie on the couch. You missed him.

But right now, all you could think about was the sun setting. At the very moment, you were walking down the empty beach in your bathing suit and a flowy white skirt that dragged behind you in the sand just a bit. The seas salty air mixed in with your hair and landed on your face as gracefully as your fingers used to caress his. But you stopped your train of thought and instead focused on how right here, right now, it was your moment, in your life, all on your own. You closed your eyes and stopped walking, just listening to the wind passing by your ears.

Suddenly, you heard some footsteps walk towards you. You thought it might have been one of your friends telling you to come back from your little walk so that you guys could all go home and have a sleepover already. But your assumptions were proved wrong when an even harder thud sounded before you and you heard his voice call out to you with such sincerity.

“Oh, [name]…”

Kaisers arms wrapped around your legs as he pushed his body up against you on his knees digging into the sand. Wait, how did he even find you? oh- out of everything that you forgot to block him, you forgot to block him on Life360. Imagine. Back on the matters at hand, his head was leaned against the area right beneath your belly button, grateful for your choice of wearing your skirt so low rised.

You tsked and put your hands on him, trying to pry him off of you, but the stronger man didnt budge.

“Mihya! youre not supposed to be here! what-“

Once he locked eyes with you, your mouth quickly shut. His eyes, his pupils so dilated when they looked up at you, his lower lip jutting out in a pout and slightly heavy breathing.

“Please, Süße… ive missed you so much…”

Tears were pricking at his eyes. Oh gosh- he wanted you so bad. He needed to have your warm body beside him in bed again, he couldnt live without it. He couldnt live any longer without you. But you couldnt. After all this time? You wont. But he was so pathetic you just-

You hands went down to his face and you held his cheeks so that he can looked up at you better, feeling one hand of his take ahold of your behind and his other caressing your thigh, up and down. He cut out his own heart and put it on a silver platter for you to enjoy without any hesitation. You didnt have to worry about getting your hands dirty any longer. You could only smile down at him, a smile so warm he could feel the heat radiating off of your face.

“You are so… insufferable.”

ZTRAWBERI © 2025

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— isagi yoichi x reader

SYNOPSIS: after winning a match, the only thing isagi wants is you. though there’s a little problem…

TAGS: characters 20+, minors dni, mature content, fem!reader, established relationship, fingering(f), oral both ways, sucking his fingers, swearing, very much in love, aftercare, pro player!isagi

NOTES: meet my new boyfriend isagi yoichi.

it always took a while for the adrenaline to finally leave isagi’s veins after a match. there’s the pump of blood in his ears when he shoots the final goal, the roar of the crowd and the crushing hugs of his teammates when it all happens. it’s all so quick that when he has to recall his emotions in an interview immediately after, he’s pure ego and cockiness.

he scored because he’s the best. he won because he’s the best. what else could the answer be? especially when his gaze shifts to yours when the interviewer asks, “and what’re your plans to celebrate your win?” 

his pupils are blown out, barely any of the midnight blue of his irises to be seen. the crowd is chanting his name but he’s staring at you in the stands. his grin leans to one side and sweat drips off strands of his dark hair. he swoops it back with one hand to reveal his forehead and gives you a heart-clenching wink.

you don’t roll your eyes like you would when he flirts at home because currently, you’re in his world and he’s in his element. you’re in awe, your heart racing against your ribcage. an elated grin coats your face, paired with a little wave like he’d ever miss you in the crowd.

he leans forward into the microphone, low and flirtatious, “hopefully spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend. i think i deserve some love tonight.”

as soon as isagi kicks his hotel room door closed he’s ripping off his t-shirt in one swoop over his head and you know to do the same. it’s all a rush, a push of bodies, messy kisses, uncontrolled moans and a frenzy of hands. calloused fingertips are on your bare waist, your ass and the back of your head so your lips can meet his. you’re unhooking your bra and no coherent thoughts form as he sucks a spot on your neck. 

“all i fucking thought about was you when i scored that goal, baby. fuck the trophy,” he sloppily kisses over your chest and your hand pushes his face into you, “all i want is you.”

isagi’s touch and voice are rough, desperation finally unleashing like you’re under a time constraint. he shuffles your body with his against the wall and whines into your soft skin. you feel how eager he is against your stomach.

“wanna devour you, princess,” he breathes, fingers finding the button of your jeans and ungracefully popping them open.

“the bed, ‘ichi,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you by the ass. your legs circle his waist and a moan falls from your lips at the feeling of him against yours. there’s a harsh romanticism to it, a special type of glory where you feel like you won because he did. where he treats you like a gift with confidence that can come from succeeding when doing what you love. he got his moment to celebrate with the country earlier, you love that he always wants to spend the nights with you.

you know how he gets, his mind is on one track. kiss you till you’re senseless and fuck you till you’re begging to come. your hands smooth over his muscled shoulders, the muscles over his chest. he’s so beautiful and he’s all yours.

he plops you on his fresh white bed, causing you to bounce a little with the impact. his smile and blazed eyes make you feel everything. beautiful, loved, alive. he grunts above you, staring at your breasts and the damp spot on your underwear. isagi couldn’t have done it all without you, you make everything worth so much more, there’s so much more meaning to his actions when you’re there to look at him after. your eyes are just as blown out with bruised lips, staring up at your lover.

“s-so proud of you ‘ichi, my starboy,” you whisper and the pace slows down. he’s a fool for praise, he loves when you’re watching him and when you see him win. his breath hitches as he moves to yank off his jeans, leaving only his underwear on as he cages you in, forearms by your head.

“thanks princess, i love you,” he bites down on his bottom lip, eyes flicking over your face and body. he blissfully sighs when your hands drift over him and your arms loop around his neck. isagi’s shoulders are wide, biceps in biting distance and you get a whiff of his sea salt body wash he used back at the stadium.

“i love you too,” you hum, and he can’t help but press his lips to yours. then again and he nibbles on your bottom lip like he can’t get enough. “yoichi.”

“baby.”

“i think you deserve some love tonight.”

your words mirror his words from his interview and your boyfriend’s gaze darkens in real time.

“fuck,” he groans, resting on one arm to pull off his tight black underwear. one heavy breath leaves him when his cock slaps against his stomach and your hips jerk up so it can meet your clothed centre.

he grinds himself against you, rocking with a rhythm that makes your eyes flutter shut. he knocks your clit sweetly every time, “please ‘ichi.”

“want me in, baby?” he whispers, looking between your bodies at his weeping cock against your cute panties. you’re so familiar like he’s always known you, shaped just for him. “shit, d’you want me to fuck you?”

you release a moan in his ear, “yes, yes,” 

isagi hooks his finger in the centre of your panties, not even bothering to pull them off. he circles your clit with your thumb, using your wetness to glide across you softly. he stares at your twitching body, how your hands reach to touch him and the pretty whimpers from your lips.

“yoichi,” you plead and he laughs.

“okay baby, okay,” though it’s only when he fists his cock to position himself inside you that you remind him.

“condom, ‘ichi!”

you lift on your forearms as isagi’s eyes widen. “oh shit, can’t believe i almost forgot.” he mumbles, picking up his jeans from the ground to search for his wallet.

you’re barely paying attention to him, your hand drifting to your stomach for anything between your legs. “come on, starboy before i sort myself out.” it’s almost a threat, almost.

it’s only when a loud shit slips through do you look up at your boyfriend, completely stressed with his id cards, cash and bank cards dashed haphazardly across the bedside table. he’s raking his hands through his hair and his cock is leaking pre, leaving traces on his stomach.

“don’t tell me you don’t have one,” you whine, flinging your head back.

“i thought i… when were we together last?” 

you’d call him cute from how stressed he is if you weren’t bursting to be touched. “i dunno, i was with you in spain?”

“fuck, i didn’t get a new one,” he groans and you sit up, hands on his thighs.

“none in your suitcase?”

“nah, completely forgot.”

“guess you used all your luck for the match then, didn’t you?” you try to joke but it comes out strangled with how needy you are. as much as isagi wants to punch himself, he drops a kiss to your lips.

“i’ll go out and get some now, wait for me here pretty,” he rumbles but you shake your head.

you pull his arm so he rests on top of you again and isagi lets you. there’s nowhere he wouldn’t go for you.

“no, stay with me. we can do other things and you can get some tomorrow,” you say and interest flickers in his pupils. 

“okay,” he stuffs his head in the crook of your neck to lay kisses, “sorry babe.”

you laugh, “it’s fine, just please touch me before i explode.”

isagi shifts his focus to you completely, ignoring the stupid condom problem and the tight sensation at his lower stomach begging to be fixed. he presses a kiss into your cheek, down your chest where he bites the side of your breast to the prized space between your legs. he doesn’t think as he pulls off your underwear, throwing them in the direction of his jeans to stuff in a pocket later.

he’s fixated on your centre, how you’re so beautiful, all wet and shiny and whimpering for him. he groans before he delves in, the rumbles from his throat only heightening your pleasure. his lips wrap around your clit and your hand flies to his hair to keep him in place. 

you’re the sweetest, the sweetest nectar he’s ever tasted and he feels like he’s not even present with how softly you’re mewling his name. “ichi… oh, oh, oh,”

he slurps you up, two hands on your thighs to stop you from shuffling and twitching over him. it’s loud and messy, his spit mixed with your wetness and when your hips begin to grind on his mouth, he plunges two slender fingers inside your pussy.

your back arches off the bed in surprise and isagi grins momentarily at the sight. “c’mon princess, so pretty for me.”

he moves his fingers at the same pace he would his cock, fast yet with skill, rubbing against your softest parts and the parts that make you go crazy. he pecks around your clit, giving you little kitten licks which he knows makes your body twitch and adoring how you’re leaking up to his wrist now. you’re close, your lower stomach tightening and your thighs are beginning to clench around his head to keep him there.

“yoichi, i’m about too… oh fuck ‘ichi,” 

he loves it, his smile is wicked across his lips. “let go for me, all for me, c’mon.”

when the wire finally snaps, bursts of white hot electricity rush through your veins, shaking your body without a choice. your thighs clench mid air and isagi sucks on your clit through it all, his fingers still pumping for more. 

it all makes you feel lightheaded and sleepy so you tap his shoulder twice for him to begin to slow down. isagi stares at you like he does his trophy. glazed eyes, wandering to the sweat lining your forehead and your heaving chest. your inner thighs are all damp and so is his hand. he licks up his wrist to get more of you though stops when he stares at your parted lips.

“you okay, baby?” he whispers, kissing your thighs and the grin doesn’t slide off his face when you nod lazily.

“yeah, ‘ichi,” you reply, breathless.

he kneels on the bed, brushing his fingertips over your bottom lip. your eyes flutter open at the touch, finding him immediately. his expression is wistful and you don’t miss how hard he is against his stomach.

“taste yourself, princess. you taste like heaven,” he drawls and his chest tightens when you open your mouth for him to put his fingers inside. his eyes widen when you begin to suck, hollowed cheeks and your tongue swirling around his digits.

“fuck, not like that or i’ll come right now,” he warns and you don’t break eye contact, you suck until his eyes begin to laze and his breath weakens. 

then you pull him out by the wrist, “anything you want, starboy. you’ve been waiting for so long.”

there is some sympathy laced in your tone as you stare at your footballer and isagi looks close to begging after waiting so long. 

“c-can you hang your head off the bed? wanna be in your throat,” he rumbles, fisting his cock up and down to relieve some of the pressure. you watch the movement, his abs tensing and his thick forearms.

you hum in response, angling your body as he asked. he keeps his hand at the base of his cock as your mouth opens wide for him, and then he slowly slides in.

“shit,” he groans and you hold on to his thigh for some grounding. “oh baby, i’m gonna fuck you properly tomorrow, o-oh shit.”

he thrusts his hips as he would in your pussy, the feeling of his cock pushing down into your throat. there’s more space for him at this angle, more space for him to go further. spit builds in your mouth and being upside down makes you feel lightheaded in the best way. he smells strong, all man and the praise he sends you has your hand reaching between your legs again.

what isagi makes up for in girth he has in length. he’s everywhere, his veins imprinted along the side of your cheeks and the weight of him on your tongue. you’re drooling out the corner of your mouth and isagi can only make these animalistic grunts.

“i’m not gonna last long baby,” his voice is deep, every word from the pit of his stomach.

he eyes your throat and that’s all it takes for him to snap. he can see his length, every thrust and every gag that comes from you after it. it’s so raw and graphic and ropes of come burst down your throat. 

“m-mother… fucker,” he clenches his teeth, leaning forward over your body and he almost misses the orgasm shaking through you too as you tickle your clit.

when he’s done and you’ve swallowed all you can, you’re tapping his thigh twice for him to move. he flops beside you on the bed, pulling you up into his arms.

he’s all heavy breaths, chest heaving and his eyes are shut so he can come back to earth.

he forgets all about his win at this moment. about football, how he scored and the whirlwind after it all. all he knows is you. you smell like him and he can still taste you in his mouth. 

“i wasn’t too rough was i?” he murmurs and you kiss his jaw.

“no, perfect,” you reply and he hugs you tighter to his chest.

now this is finally when all the excitement and adrenaline from today has left isagi yoichi’s body. he’s just a bundle of limbs and muscle, yours to look after like he would for you.

it’s quiet and comfortable but when you glance up at him, you think he’s fallen asleep. 

“no, no, we gotta go shower, ‘ichi. you’re all sweaty and i’m all sticky,” you push at him to climb out of his arms but you’re left with a groaning boyfriend.

“can’t we just sleep like this? i just won a match and had the life sucked out of me,” he smiles at his own comment, “literally.”

your favourite midnight blue eyes blink up at you and you find it so hard to say no to them. especially when his hand drifts to your waist and he lays a kiss on your breast. 

“fine, then at least go under the covers and i’ll wipe down my legs.”

isagi can’t let you do that after he was the one that participated too. so he sits up, silently, kissing your lips before padding his way to the bathroom. he returns with a damp wet cloth and a clean towel to wipe you down with nothing but love and care. 

“everyone was screaming for you when you did the final goal, ‘ichi, it was insane,” you whisper, eyes nearly closing and all your words so soft. sleep was clearly catching up to you too. 

isagi smiles, nodding along, “i only heard your cute scream at the ref when that idiot fouled me.”

once he’s done, he picks you up to tuck you into the bed. it’s been a long day for you too, supporting him in the crowd and feeling everything he did. 

“shit ref,” you mumble against his bicep as he pulls you in tight. it’s a phrase he says all the time, now being said by you.

“enough football,” he sniffs, stuffing his head in your neck. he inhales your scent and he can’t think of anything better, “i love you.”

you’re barely awake, eyes shut with a ghost of a smile on the pillow, “love you too ‘ichi.”

[sphireath-wisp]

#One, Two, Three, Kiss!

Sypnosis: You get put on a kiss cam with another person while watching their game live. How do they react?

Warnings: Jealousy, not proofread, the reader goes on the kiss cam with both girls and guys, short

Featuring: Yoichi Isagi, Micheal Kaiser, Chigiri Hyoma, Mikage Reo x GN! reader

Yoichi Isagi

Isagi is appalled when he sees you on the screen, on a kiss cam with the girl next to you. Sure enough, Bachira notices Isagi stop in his tracks, his jaw dropped to the floor and eyes widened, frozen on the spot.

He almost feels disappointed to see you on there. Yes, Isagi has trust in you, but out of all the people in this whole stadium, they happened to pick you? The thought of you kissing someone else other than him does turn his gut in a bad way.

When he sees you reject firmly, not even turning in the girl's direction and leaning away on your chair - in fact, you don't seem amused at all. You wave to the camera, aware that Isagi's most likely watching as well. You form a heart with your hands to the camera and it definitely soothes his concerns.

With a lovestruck glance and a racing heart, he promises himself to win the game for you. He can't disappoint you after that.

Micheal Kaiser

Kaiser's mood becomes sour instantly, eyes narrowing at that guy seated next to you. His eyebrows furrow and, if looks could kill, that guy would be a rotting corpse through the screen.

His shoulders drop the moment you shake your head insistently. Good! You still have some sense in you! You already have the Micheal Kaiser peppering you with kisses every night, why bother with some no-name? <3

Though, you can feel the chills slithering down your spine as you imagine the amount of complaining you'll be subjected to. Kaiser will never let this go for the life of him, his dramatic cries will eventually reach your ears whenever you refuse to let him cuddle with you.

"Oh, you don't love me anymore? Is it because of that guy at the stadium?" He would overexaggerate, causing a laugh to escape you as you elbow him. Once you finally let him shower you with affection, then will he stop his antics.

Chigiri Hyoma

For someone with such a pretty face, Chigiri has quite a temper. Imagine the exasperation he felt coursing through his veins when he catches you, thrown into a kiss cam with someone else.

He grumbles through his teeth, curling his hand into a fist, ready to throw a punch or two when the person shifts closer to you despite the obvious rejection. Whatever he was mumbling under his breath mostly consisted of cursing and threats, so let's keep that rightfully censored!

Pride enters his system the moment you switch seats, but he does still feel a little worried. Will you still enjoy the match after such an unpleasant experience? Without a doubt, he'll text you and make sure you feel alright. He'll cheer you up with your favorite food after the match if you need it.

He'll purposefully wander around the stadium, his arm wrapped around your shoulder to show who's rightfully his. Chigiri will smirk if he catches the guy on the kiss cam with you staring at the both of you together.

Reo Mikage

He bought the front row tickets, special just for his love, and was aware of the kiss cam beforehand. Reo thought that there was no chance of you getting caught on the kiss cam since it usually searches the middle and back rows of the audience. Despite Reo's efforts, the camera panned to you and another guy.

Reo's the type of guy to take matters into his own hands. He scans the stadium and strolls over to where you sat. Instinctively, your eyes lightened when you noticed him approaching, your lips curling into a smile.

Intentionally or not, Reo blocks the camera's view of the guy next to you, a hand on your chin as he shares a kiss with you, taking a moment to really relish the feeling of your lips against his. He finally turns to the camera after you stop, giving the audience a satisfied grin.

Before he leaves, he pats the spot on his cheek. "Where's my good luck charm?" You roll your eyes and peck him on the cheek. "Much better," Reo turns his back to you, eyes softening and then he finally returned back to his teammates.

[lisutarid-a]

[gfmima]

ブルーロック┊asking him: “what are we?”

featuring : mikage reo, nagi seishiro

reo was dumbfounded. “uh… what do you mean? you’re my girlfriend.”

he shifted his weight against the doorframe of his bedroom, nimble fingers run through his disheveled locks. the gesture mirrors his current state of mind, a habit of his whenever he needed to make sense of a situation he couldn’t understand.

“woah, hold up, i’m your girlfriend?!” he can hear the heavy tinge of disbelief in your voice, the slight tremor in your tone had assured him that you weren’t playing an unfunny prank on him or toying with his emotions.

is he dreaming? what the hell is happening?

his confusion reaches ten-fold. the expression worn spoke a thousand words, the intensity of his gaze was familiar, it mimicked the same face he made whenever he had to cram through his taxation homework. if you took a snapshot of him in this moment, you could edit it to be a reaction meme his friends can laugh over.

“are you sure you’re not my girlfriend?” you nod at him then say, “i think i’d know if i had a boyfriend or not.”

how can you say such a thing when he’d been by your side for months on end? he was rendered speechless. he walked you to class, spent the night at your dorm and vice-versa, and shared countless meals with you. he even introduced you to his parents, a gesture that held weight since it’d take a miracle to sneak himself into their busy schedules.

“are you sure you’re sure ‘cuz this makes no sense? what do you mean you’re not my girlfriend?” he shoots an inquisitive look, brow raised in curiosity.

“for one, you never asked me to be your girlfriend, reo? you didn’t even confess that you felt this way about me…”

wait, what?

he inwardly retraces his steps in search for any memory of a confession. seconds pass then a minute and his face turned red with embarrassment and frustration.

he drew a blank.

“oh...” wearing a sheepish grin, he scratched the nape of his neck. “would you like to be my girlfriend then?”

when people thought of you and nagi, the status of ‘friends’ would be the last to come to mind. any person with working vision can see the dynamic of your relationship went beyond the borders of platonic, there was a connection that ran deeper. his concern for you and your well-being surpass what was expected out of him as your friend.

the term itself proves to be inadequate, to them at least.

it failed to capture the extent of your feelings for each other, the unspoken words exchanged, the stolen glances, and the unyielding longing for one another.

after all, just friends don’t send “good morning” and “good night” texts on a daily basis; just friends don’t gingerly kiss each other on the cheek as a greeting; just friends don’t experience a twinge of disappointment and bitterness when one of them goes on a date; just friends don’t embrace one another a little longer than necessary; and just friends don’t feel their hearts skip a beat at the sight of the other’s smile and and the sound of the other’s laughter.

most of all, just friends don’t cuddle in the way you two did. and that fact lingers in the air between you. lightly nudging him, you hope to rouse a answer from him. instead he gives you an annoyed groan, and an even louder one escapes after he heard your question.

“tired, mostly sleepy.”

“i’m being serious! what are we?” tone laced with a touch of playfulness. a stream of consciousness flickered in his eyes, momentarily breaking through his fatigue. a coy grin tugs at the corner of his lips, as the grogginess melts away, and replaces his initial annoyance.

nagi draws your body close to his chest then wraps his arm around your torso, enveloping you in a warm hold. his voice, softened by his affection for you, murmurs near your ear, “we’re… whatever you want us to be.” he tucks his chin over your shoulder then looks up and meets your gaze. “happy?”

[semisutopia]

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nagi x reader

“i’m tired”

nagi doesn’t look up from his phone and replies, “then take a nap”. you walk up behind him and drape your arms over his shoulders. “but i wanna talk to you”. 

your best friend still doesn’t look at you and is more focused on the game in front of him. “you can talk to me when you wake up”. pouting, you turn him around in his chair, “i can but i wanna talk to you now”.

“well i don’t want you to talk to me now. take a nap”, he says and picks you up by the waist as if you were a couple of grapes and walks over to the bed all the while you were protesting over his shoulder, “noooo”.

he throws places you gently onto the bed, “now”. you whine and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you. 

“ugh”, nagi groans but lies on top of you nonetheless only to be met by your giggles as you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, keeping him in place. 

he mumbles into the crook of your neck, “this is such a hassle”. you grin, “say what you want, you like cuddling”. “shut up”. “never”, you retaliate and kiss the crown of his head.

“fine. you win”, he says as he kisses your neck. you chuckle softly and tighten your grip on him. “i always do”. 

“don’t get too cocky”, he mumbles against your skin. “mhm. i will. watch me”, you start running your fingers through his hair as you always do.

“you’re so needy”, he remarks. “needy for you”, you reply, kissing his temple gently. “whatever”, he mutters and buries his face into your neck more before adding. “not gonna disagree though”.

you smile and continue running your fingers through his hair as he sighs contentedly at the feeling, mumbling a quick “love you” into your neck. “i love you too, sei”. 

after a few quiet moments, the white haired boy mumbles a question (though it didn’t really feel like a question), “what if we kiss?”.

being stunned by the question, you ask, “what if we what.”. he separates from you enough to look down at you, “you heard me. what if we kiss?”. you blink in confusion multiple times. “you..wanna kiss me?”.

“yeah”, nagi states matter of factly only to be met with more confusion on your part. “why?”. he shrugs and replies casually, “cuz your lips are cute”. 

you tilt your head in confusion and touch your lips lightly, “huh? that’s why you wanna kiss me?”. he nods and holds your chin gently. “yeah. just shut up and let me kiss you already”.

“friends don’t kiss, sei”. sei just shrugs again and says, “then lets not be ‘friends’ anymore”. you furrow your brows at him, still not understanding a thing that was coming out of his mouth. “what do you want to be then?”.

“your boyfriend”, he says plainly, still holding your chin between his thumb and index finger. “what…really?”, you ask dumbfounded. “yeah. it’s obvious we’re already like..a thing”. 

“we are?”. for the first time in a while, nagi chuckles softly and pokes the side of your head, “you’re really that dense, huh?”. you felt a bit embarrassed but you knew it was true. “yeah kind of…”.

he huffed and moved his hand to hold your chin again, “whatever. yes, we’re a thing. can i kiss you now?”.

“um..sure”, you replied, not knowing if he actually would. lo and behold, he dips down and captures your lips with his. his eyes are closed and he almost smiles against your lips. his right hand is still holding your chin delicately while his left hand is resting next to your ear as he tilts his head to taste more of your lips.

you, on the other hand could not focus on the kiss with all the thoughts and questions running rampant in your mind. you break the kiss by pushing him away slightly. “wait wait..so you- you like me?”, you ask.

“yes. now shut up and kiss me again”, he states, trying to dip down again. you push him up again to stop him from kissing you again. “wait i just- i’m confused. you like me..romantically?”, you ask him with a quizzical expression.

nagi sighs and nods, “yes. you’re an idiot. kiss me again”. you finally put the pieces together and pout up at him. 

“that’s not a very nice thing to say to your new girlfriend”. he rolls his eyes and replies, “i’m allowed to be mean to you, my new girlfriend. kiss me again”. 

“nope. no kisses until you’re nice again”, you say and turn your head away from him, still pouting. 

he sighs again. “…fine. i’m sorry. now can i kiss you again?” “only if you say please” “ugh fine. please pretty please can i kiss you again?”, he asks and turns your head back to face him by your chin. 

looking up at his cute expression, you can’t deny him for longer and break out into a smile. “yes, yes you can”. 

he doesn’t waste a second and kisses you again, murmuring, “finally”. you chuckle softly against his lips and kiss him back, finally. 

all rights go to midwoodbender on tumblr. please don't copy or plagiarise my work. that's really lame of you.

[luvlyzhongdog]

A Day with Choki

synopsis: you take care nagi's pet cactus named "choki" as he went on his blue lock journey.

genre: fluff

content warnings: a few curse words

relationship: Nagi Seishiro x Reader

wc: 436

notes: this is my first time making a fanfic in tumblr so I'm not quite familiar with things :0

-_-2rd POV-_-

Walking towards the luxurious vehicle carrying his necessities, Nagi Seishiro looked back at you once again with longing eyes. Your figure leaning against the door frame, eyes replicating the same emotion. With a gentle smile, you walked towards him to give him a tight and warm hug.

"Make sure to kick some ass for me there." You whispered to him making him release a light chuckle that you've always adored.

"Don't forget Choki for me then..." He replied as he pulled away from the hug to gaze at your face.

"How can I forget our dear Choki hmm?" Assuring him that his pet cactus will be safe and healthy within your care, you finally parted ways of course not forgetting to say your goodbyes to Reo. You watched as their ride drifted further away from the apartment complex before finally entering your lover's home.

Heading towards nagi's chamber, you opened the door then hid behind it acting like you're about to surprise someone. Popping your head inside, you looked straight towards Choki the cactus.

"I'm back my dear Choki!" Grinning, you fully entered the room skipping towards the little cactus you've grown attached to.

Picking Choki up from it's position, you decided to have a little walk under the sun together to "strengthen your bond together".

Of course people gave you looks not because you were walking with a cactus, it's the fact that you had Choki on a leash while it's resting on top of a small trolly so you can drag it around.

The walked then turned into a playtime in the park with you and Choki on the swings and sliding down the slide together (you almost got yourself pricked but its okay since it's Choki).

You both had to seek shelter since it started raining. A little rain wouldn't hurt YOU but, Choki just got watered and since you love Choki very much, the idea of going back home to chill seemed best.

The walk back home was tricky since the rain was still pouring hard and you didn't bring any umbrellas with you.

"I'm so sorry Choki that our walk ended up in disaster." Immediately apologizing towards the pet plant after arriving back inside the apartment. You looked down on the cactus to see if any harm was done. You sighed in relief when you see Choki is still bone dry.

Going back inside the bedroom, you placed Choki back on it's respective windowsill.

"Well, that's enough for today my friend time to rest." Posing with a peace sign, you went towards the bathroom to dry up done for the day.

[stxrmylxve-deactivated20250802]

You down for it?

~Notes: cussing, flirting, mentions of a gang bang (but it doesn't happen), car sex, unprotected sex, size kink, hair pulling kink

~Pairing: fem!reader x sae itoshi

You sighed to yourself, brushing your hair behind your ears. The sun had been blinding outside today, making your taste buds salivate anytime you saw a drink.

"You fucker. I am not dating them!"

You stopped putting out the supplies for the soccer game and turned around with a frown to see where the ruckus was coming from, gazing across the field to find Sae Itoshi fighting with Kaiser and a few of their friends tagging along behind.

"Yeah right. I see the way you look at them in class, I'm not an idiot Sae." Kaiser teases as he runs away, almost toppling over as he turned to sprint as Sae began to charge after him.

You giggled to yourself as your teacher passed by, correcting yourself and turning back around with an awkward cough as you continued taking things out of the box.

You heard shuffling from behind you, which you thought was from one of your classmates, but when you turned again to look who it was, it was simply the other group cleaning up. You quickly turned away with a scowl, already getting a whiff of their outside stench as you finished up and checked out, heading to the storage room nearby.

“Dude I’m telling you, she is a two in one package.”

“Shut up Kaiser, don’t talk about people like that-“

“No but.. we can share her, yeah? Come onn, you know I’m right about y/n.”

“Shut up. Even if she did like me back, your grubby hands wouldn’t get a fuckin’ touch on her.” you could pratically hear the eye roll in his tone as he stepped out of the room, almost bumping into you with a grumble.

“Oh, hey.” he says awkwardly, avoiding your stern gaze as he pretended to check the time on the clock.

“Really?” you ask with a laugh as he reverts his eyes back down to yours, looking away to hide the small blush creeping up.

“What?” he asks sheepishly

“You’re gonna’ go around saying stuff like that and think you can just walk out here like I heard nothing?” you giggle as he flushes even harder.

“I was hoping so. Maybe I could get your number a little easier that way.” he mumbles as Kaiser walks out, slamming into his back with a small curse before straightening himself up upon seeing you.

“Hey y/n.” he says with a small smile as you offer one back, but Sae was not amused.

“Fuck off Kai.” he grumbles as he locks his hand around the back of your neck and guides you away, not moving to make conversation but rather to just get you away from his friend.

“So.. you gonna explain that?” you ask with a giggle as he pushes you into the car, shutting the door before walking around and settling in the drivers seat beside you.

“No.” he says with a grin as you roll your eyes.

“So you basiacally just confessed to me, and you’re gonna’ act like this?”

“Last time I checked, you were the one gushing to your friends about wanting to get in my pants.” he shoots back, taking away all other remarks you could have had to argue with.

“Uhm.. well yeah. But what does it matter? Every girl wants to do the same with you.” you look out the window as Sae places his palm on your cheek, guiding your face back over to face his.

“Cause you’re better. Now I say we put up the visors,” he suggests as he puts up his, “so we can get to ‘work’. You down for it?”

The sloppy thrusts slowed as Sae leaned over your smaller figure, your hands snaking up his neck to his hair. Small moans slipped past your lips as his lips covered yours, his soon moving to your next to suck small hickeys all along your neck and collarbone for show tomorrow.

“You- h- Sae come on now.” you deadpan with a breathy laugh as he grumbles against your skin, mutter a small ‘no one will know it was me’ before continuing his work.

One in particular sent sparks through you as your head jerked back, subconsciously gripping and pulling Sae’s hair as he let out a soft groan as well. He gave you a challenging grin after you built up the courage to meet his eyes, mouthing a small mocking ‘really?’ to you.

And that was all it took for the man to flip you over and to smash your face into the seats, securing your hands behind your back with his belt as he abused your small little cunt. His eyes would flutter back to where y’all were both connected, only edging him on to plow into your even faster.

“You know how perfect you are, right? Kaiser could never fuck you as good as I do.” Sae whispers into your ear as he sits you up, angling even deeper to hit unimaginable spots like never before to rip angelic moans out of you.

“I- mh- close!” was all you could mutter out as Sae grinned ear-to-ear like a madman, edging you on with sweet nothings before saying “come for me darl’”

He wasn’t long after you, your walls clamping down on him as you babbled in his arms. The sweat beading along the plush near your lace bra fit perfectly with the fucked expression on your face as your glossy gaze met his lusty one.

“Y’know, you’re freakier than you look.” Sae laughs as you roll your eyes, laying down on the seats as he pulled out and reached up front to grab something.

“Only for a few.” you reply as you glance at the mess, grimacing when you thought of the sheer price of the car you had just fucked in.

“Sorry uh.. for the mess in your car. It’s probably worth more than my parents combined.” you joked as he scoffed, clearly disapproving of the indirect title as a ‘rich boy’.

“Not like I value it. Plus, this was fuckin’ worth it.” he says as he slaps a few $100s on your thigh, patting your thigh for good measure as he pulled his boxers on and put his jersey and shorts on after.

“Well, that should give me enough energy for the game tonight.” he says with a small smile, kissing the top of your head.

“My number is on the sticky note on the back, let’s do this again.”

And with that, he hopped out of the car with his bag, shutting the door behind him before taking off towards the locker rooms again, a small smile still on his face as he ruffled his hair to look a bit more normal. You sat there baffled, not sure what to do from this point on as you glanced down at the money resting on your leg.

Yeah, maybe you were up for it.

MDNI banner credits to @benkeibear

[kingkunigami]

It’s been so long since you’ve both had a chance to be intimate, and Chigiri wants to make you cum on his cock.

Pairing: Chigiri Hyoma x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, unprotected sex, not proofread!

Word Count: 1.1k.

Time isn’t a luxury that Chigiri has often anymore, especially not with you. Your conflicting work schedules paired with his arduous training regime mean the time you both spend together is few and far between. Surviving with fleeting kisses as you pass each other at the front door, and quickies in the shower as you try to get ready for work while he’s is drenched in sweat from training.

So, on a rare occurrence when you both have the afternoon off, Chigiri is intent on taking his time with you. Even though you don’t make it easy, those pretty eyes gazing up at him as you silently beg for him to slip his thick cock inside your tight walls.

His hair falls around his shoulders, an alluring sight in its self. It’s often he ties it back before disappearing between your thighs to feast on your cunt. The hair bands he keeps on his wrists remind you of the fact every time you watch him take to the pitch during a match, the subtle smirk he gives you across the field whenever he reaches up to tie his messy hair back. But there’s no time for any of that now, now when he hasn’t had the chance to have you like this in weeks.

Chigiri’s fingers press into the dip of your thighs, calloused pads grazing against your supple skin as thumbs trace your puffy folds. You’re soaked already, he barely even had to touch you before glistening strings of your slick began to gather at your entrance. Trying to entice him further as he spread your lips apart, your tight little hole eager and willing for him as you writhe against soft sheets.

“Hyoma, please.” Your saccharine pleas roll off your tongue and dance directly around his heart. The desperate lilt has his cock twitching as it hangs heavy between his thighs, heady pre already drooling from the slit as it leaves glistening streaks against your inner thighs when he can’t help but rut his hips forward.

But he can’t, not yet.

Not until he’s felt every inch of you.

He wraps a large fist around his cock as he strokes himself in front of you, satiating the ache just enough for now as he smooths the leaking tip between your messy folds.

The sound that leaves your lips when the head catches against your tight entrance is primal, the low groan has all the blood flowing directly to his cock and Chigiri’s certain he’s never been this hard. Especially not when you look so desperate, so debauched beneath him. And he’s barely even done anything.

You’re reaching out for him now, nimble hands trying to coax him inside, to feel him fill you up as he does so well.

“Please, Hy— I need it,” You whine, hips rolling against his cock as you grind along the length of him. The prominent veins catching against your clit as you reach for his heavy cock, “I need you.”

And how he can he deny you when you ask so nicely.

“Put it in then, sweetheart.” He grunts, “It’s yours.”

Chigiri feels your nails brush against the swollen head of his cock as you reach for him, deft fingers push down on the tip as you angle him towards your tight hole. Raising your hips at an angle to feel him slowly breach your entrance, and groaning when he finally obliges and begins to push inside.

You always look so pretty when you’re taking his cock, the way your eyes roll and you bite down on your bottom lip as the painful pleasure slowly seeps through your core. The time since you were last able to be intimate evident from the way your walls cling to him, trembling around his length as he stretches you open on his cock.

“So big,” You exhale, certain you can feel him in your throat as he bottoms out. Your warm, wet cunt takes every inch as he gazes down at where your bodies are connected. The mess of pink hair pressed snug against your clit as he smooths his palms along your abdomen.

“So perfect, baby.” He hums, leaning down to steal a kiss, “Always taking me so well.”

But he still doesn’t move. His cock still inside you as you pulse around him, the subtle throb enough to have his cock twitching as he lets his thumb return to your sensitive clit. Pressing slow, constant circles against it as he coaxes you towards a climax. Fuscia eyes watch the way your lashes flutter at the treatment.

“Hyoma, you promised.” You mewl, trying to grind your hips into him to get him to move to no avail.

“I promised I’d make you cum, sweet girl.” He murmured, his other hand pressing down on your pelvis to pull the hood of your clit back, “And I will.”

There’s nothing you can do but lay there and take it. The musky scent of sweat laced with his aftershave clouds your mind as you feel yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure. Your tight walls clench around him as he feels every single throb, clenching his jaw to stop himself from needing his own end.

“You’re always so good for me,” He groans, “Missed this pretty pussy.”

His movements are sloppier now, his thumb circles your clit with haste as he works you towards your climax. Chigiri knows he won’t last much longer, but he’ll be damned if he cums before feeling your cunt clench around him.

“She missed me too didn’t she?” He coos, “That why I can feel her clenching around my cock?”

“Fuck,” You choke back a gasp as wide eyes stare up at the ceiling.

It feels like the airs been stolen from your lungs when you meet your end, your head heavy against the plush pillow beneath it as you come crashing into your bliss. Your thighs try to clench shut, but Chigiri’s muscular hips stop them. Continuing to tease your sensitive clit as he works you through your climax.

“Oh, fuck. Baby—” Chigiri’s eyes roll back as his jaw goes lax.

The sound of his name spilling from your lips is all it takes to have him reaching his own end. His hips buck erratically as he gives a few haphazard thrusts into your tight cunt, practically milking him of his release as he coats your walls with thick warm ropes of cum.

Chigiri stays buried inside you, keeping you plugged full of his cum as he continues to tease your overstimulated clit. His thumb still circling the sensitive nub as you reach between your thighs to try and pull his wrist away. An action that has him flexing his muscles as he leans over you, daring you to try and stop him.

“S’too much, Hyoma.” You can already feel the pressure building inside you as he works you towards another climax, your toes curling as thick thighs squeeze his hips, “I can’t—”

“Oh, sweet girl— you didn’t think we were done, did you?”

[dreamlessimp]

— carry

nagi seishiro x reader | 0.6k

you walk home together and he complains

you slipped on your shoes and stood up. next to you, nagi did the same as he brushed off his sides and fully straightened.

reo waited at the door, his face concerned. “are you sure you don’t want to be driven home? i could call someone right now.” he suggested thoughtfully.

you shook your head. “it’s fine, i don’t want to trouble you.” you chose not to include nagi in your statement as you knew full well he would have rather been driven home than walk. you were already pleasantly surprised that he wasn’t insisting on driving anyways.

the three of you had gone to reo’s mansion for the afternoon, and eventually the time had come to go home.

reo looked to nagi. “you’re sure?”

nagi shrugged without raising his head from his game, and without raising his voice in objection. once he completed the level, he looked up and walked towards you. “see you.” he waved to reo.

you nodded and turned around once again. “bye!”

reo grinned before waving back and calling out his own goodbye.

nagi thought he’d lasted an impressive amount of time. it had been at least 20 minutes before he began complaining to you.

“we should’ve taken the car.” he groaned. his face was a mix of neutral and pouting.

you sighed. “you could’ve taken it yourself.” it would have been a lie if you said you wished he had, but you could have gone without the complaints. yet, you certainly enjoyed his company and had a feeling he didn’t mind yours much either.

“no.” he paused and scratched the back of his neck. “you would’ve gotten lost.” he continued. “reo would kill me.”

rolling your eyes, you softly chuckled at his slightly offensive explanation. you clicked your tongue. “i wouldn’t have gotten lost. but if you had taken the car, you would’ve fallen asleep.”

nagi shrugged. “so?” 

“ba-ya would have to carry you out.”

he paused before realizing why that was wrong. “oh.”

you laughed. 

“still,” he continued. “if we had both taken it, it’d be a lot easier.”

you shook your head and responded with a brisk ‘no.”

your banter continued back and forth for minutes longer, before nagi came to a conclusion.

“you should carry me.”

you were taken aback. “what?” 

“you owe me. so you should carry me.” he spoke nonchalantly.

you snickered. “god no sei,” you looked at him and wasn’t at all shocked that he was genuine. “i love you, but you’re a giant.”

he was 6’3. 190 centimeters. your height didn’t matter in the slightest as you were faced with the entertaining, but painful thought of trying to carry him for even a second.

you had to stop walking to laugh.

“what?” nagi asked, apparently not understanding. some genius he was, clearly unable to comprehend how gravity worked in the slightest.

through short giggles, you caught up to him easily as he’d stopped not far ahead of you.

“there’s no way i could carry you.” you paused.

“it’s a pain to walk.” his face was pouting once again, feeling called out for his height even if he didn’t mind it in the slightest.

you groaned and observed how his body was hunched over.

quickly he noticed this and leaned over your shoulder and managed to place a kiss on your check. you grinned and walked faster.

as he moved to keep up, you took his hand in yours and continued moving forward.

“good enough.”

a/n: i don’t like this, but wanted to get something out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[saezas-deactivated20230726]

always on his mind. seishiro nagi

∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊· how could he resist the urge to not pound into you when you were sleeping peacefully all dolled up n pretty for him after he came back from a game? | seishiro nagi x fem!reader

ꕤ warnings: aged up pro!player nagi (20+), use of she/her pronouns, a lil consensual somnophilia, slight titplay, belly bulge, slight hair pulling, needy!nagi giggles, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (nagi is a lil needy me thinks), nagi loves ur titties | NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! minors dni

note: my first writing woahh this is a lil short cuz it’s late at night so mb, i’ll make longer ones sooner or later maybe

you were always on nagi’s mind. always. but his games and his busy schedule kept him from seeing you, he really did miss you a lot. he wanted to cage you into his arms, he wanted to touch you, he craved and yearned for you. he wanted your body, he wanted you so bad it hurts. the more he was away from you, the more frustrated he got. the more frustrated he got, the more horny he got also. one hand stroking his cock at a fast pace as he groaned, cumming on himself. except.. his hands weren’t enough to pleasure him. he wanted you to be the one pleasuring him.

throughout the few days he was away from you, yearned for you even more. he couldn’t stand a few more days without you, he needed to touch you, he needed your lips on his, he needed you. he needed to be inside of you right here right now, he wanted to feel you. speaking of that.. he even almost forgot how good you felt around him, he was slowly but surely starting to forget the feeling of how euphoric it felt to have your aching pussy clench around his dick, how good it felt whenever he thrusted inside your pretty pussy, legs lifted and kept firmly against your chest as your tits bounced with his harsh thrusts, his hips harshly slamming against yours. shit.. he almost forgot how good it felt.

nagi was in a good mood the day after his big game, exhausted as he was given permission to go home, fuck.. he couldn’t wait to go home to you. he couldn’t wait to see you, see that beautiful body of yours, he couldn’t wait to see your huge smile when you saw him enter the front door, he couldn’t wait to see it all.

especially his cum seeping out of your pussy.

୨୧

“baby ‘m home.” he raised his voice a bit, dropping his bags and kicking his shoes over to the side as your house was dark and quiet, peaceful almost, as if no one was home. the only source of sound was the loud fan in your shared room with him. was she sleeping? he thought to himself, a wave of sadness washing over him as he wished that you were awake to see him come home for the first time after a few days at least. he raised a brow as he silently walked through the house, making his way to your room, opening his mouth to speak before freezing in his tracks, seeing your sleeping body laying helplessly on the bed, pillow in between your legs as you only wore a white tank top and your favourite black panties, back slightly arched as you snored gently. god.. he wanted to be that pillow so bad, in between your legs like that. your hair was messily spread on the pillows, cute perky nipples poking out of your shirt.. fuck. he wanted to take you right then and there.

he took a few more steps into the room, getting a closer look at your body as his eyes wandered all over you, it was as if you were hypnotizing him with just your body alone. he bit his lip as he reached you, hesitantly taking your breast in his hands as he caressed it gently, pinching your hard nipples through the soft fabric of your shirt. his eyes blazed with lust and hunger for you, shaking his head before putting a stop to his movements thinking for a moment, remembering a time where you told him it was alright for him to touch you in your sleep. well.. maybe now’s his chance to finally do as you please.

nagi gently pushed you to the middle of the bed, careful not to wake you up. he lifts your knee, shoving the pillow in between your legs on the floor, a small smirk crept up his lips as he saw how wet you were, reaching down to carefully slide your panties to the side, running one finger up your wet slit as you were practically soaking. he licked his index finger, tasting you as he felt something in his mind snap. he needed it, he wanted it. he needed to be inside of you right now. he carefully untied the knot on his shorts, slipping out of his shirt. his body was godly, his v-line faintly running down his torso. aligning himself in between your legs, he gazed up at you seeing if he accidentally woke you up, only to see you sleeping peacefully. too bad he’s gonna be the one to ruin your peace.

he stroked his hardened cock, a moan slipping out of his lips before he focused his gaze back onto you, hands running all over your body before forcefully slamming himself inside your soaking wet cunny, already thrusting into you hard and roughly like some kinda madman

“fuck.. i missed this, angel. y’know how much i missed feeling you around me?” nagi whispered under his under, lifting the hem of your shirt revealing your cute tits, reaching down to pinch them in between his fingers once more, leaning down to swirl his tongue around the other.

your breath hitched, muscles tensing as your body rocked forward due to nagi’s harsh thrusts. he grunted as your cunt clenched around his cock for the first time in so long, feeling your warmness around him. he absolutely lost it, groaning once more before picking up the speed of his thrusts, bringing his large hand to squeeze your throat, the other finding itself on your waist.

“fuck.. good, good girl. such a good girl baby.. takin’ my cock so well even when you’re asleep, huh?”

you squirmed in his touch, mouth slightly hung open as you tightened your grip around the sheets, eyes slowly fluttering open before looking around your surroundings, feeling two pairs of hands on your body as you looked down, gaze coming in contact with nagi’s while your voice shook, “s-seishiro..?”

nagi nodded, “mm. ‘had a good sleep?” he never stopped his thrusts, skin slapping against skin was all they could hear in the room as he pulled away from your breasts, leaning towards you before pressing a soft tender kiss on the temple of your forehead. “you were wet when i came back, angel. did i leave you all needy and desperate, pretty?”

the bed creaked under as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, gluing your eyes shut. “you like it when i fuck you in your sleep, angel? ‘like it when i use you like this?” you moaned at his words, orgasm built up quickly inside of you and soon you were crying out in pleasure. your body shock as you came, squirting on him as a thick halo of cum was visible on his cock and the sheets underneath you both, “fuck..” he leaned down, bringing his voice down to a whisper. “‘gonna fuck you till i can’t cum anymore [name], you feel so so good..”

nagi intertwined his fingers with yours, his panting increasing as his chest heaved up and down burying his face in your shoulder, hissing with his teeth clenched as a few swear words slipped from his lips, a loud yet cute moan leaving his throat as he spilled his load inside of you, coating your insides with white.

but yet.. he didn’t wanna stop. he wanted more.

he flipped you over, knocking all the air out of your body as he grabbed your hips, lifting it up before sliding himself inside of your wet cunt, squirting almost immediately on his cock before taking in a few gulps of air as you tried to calm your breathing down. the lewd sounds of squelching now merging with the skin slapping against each other, it came straight from a porn video. nagi rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing his thumb against your clit from behind your body shuddering as you moaned his name before feeling his fingers curl into your hair, pulling it gently as he plunged his fingers in your mouth.

“shit.. you feel so good around me” he cooed, kissing your shoulder. “look at ya.. s’pretty, mhm?” he grabbed your hips, pounding into you until the tip reached and brushed against your deepest areas, feeling your walls clench around him each time he fucked you on his cock. seishiro couldn’t help it. he loved the way you whined at his harsh thrusts. he licked his lips, hand running up to squeezing your throat, applying enough pressure to force a choked moan out of your dirty lips. “fuck.. you feel that, hmm? feel that baby? down here.” caressing your belly from behind ever so gently.. feeling his cock slide in and out of you so smoothly. “fuckin’ my princess so well, aren’t i? no one can fuck you like this like i can.. nobody can’t have you squeezing and— fuck.. squirting on my cock like i can..”

seishiro sinks his long fingers inside your drooling cunt as he thrusts into the sweetest spots inside your pussy, “s-sei’.. t-too much sei—! ‘m gonna cum!” he curled his slender fingers inside you once you whined and squirted all over his hand and the bedsheets, slamming into you a few more times before spilling his seed inside of you once more, his load dripping down from your thighs as he kissed the shell of your ear.

“mm.. ‘missed you, baby.”

“m-missed you more, sei..”

[mechamedusa]

once you agree to free use with bachira he truly becomes a menace about it. slapping his dick on your face while you’re chilling on the couch scrolling on your phone. slotting himself between your thighs when you’re leaned over trying to do your makeup in the bathroom mirror. he doesn’t even always need to fuck you, he’ll just jack off over you with his tongue poked out between his teeth, pull your top down and cum all over your tits before going about his day.

[nkogneatho]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓- 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

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—cw: gn!reader, deepthroat, unprotected, nipple sucking and biting, swallowing, pearl necklace, Nagi is horny asf here.

—wc: 800

—A/n: This is the most nastiest thing I have written in a while so it better not flop😭 Reblogs are appreciated.

You're giving a birthday blowjob to Nagi and he's just sitting on the couch, legs man-spreading with you in between, bobbing your head on his dick. He is trying so hard, you know, not to come quickly because he wants to savour all that you please him. But, it is so difficult to do that when you are making such lewd noises, eyes nearly teared up when his flushed tip hits the back of your throat.

"Yeah. That's it, baby," he whimpers, unlike guiding you. Nagi always makes sure to help you out with your nasty activities. Yet, this time there was not a single word that left his mouth was anywhere near commanding. It was submission. It was that desperation to reach that high from your tongue tricks.

To make it worse, your eyes are locked with his in such a way, as if you were warning him not to look away. Something about your e/c eyes compels him. Nagi groans. Yes. Groans oh so loud as he thrust his hips upward, so eager to give you his all. Your fingers claw his thigh cuts, as you just take the force he is applying. You gag, with the most lewd face, drool tracing your jaw. Fuck. That's it. That's what makes him lose control as he grabs the back of your head, pushing in further, and he shoots his load down your throat. It's so hot as it travels down your oesophagus, so deep that not a single damn drop laced your tongue.

Nagi plops his stimulated self on the couch, making it bounce a little. He looks down at you, fingers reaching your cheeks to wipe the drool, while you lick your lips.

Nagi pulls you in his lap gently. You start rubbing your now bare skin on his girth. With the way you straddle yourself and move your hips, it's almost hard again. Nagi discards your topwear, revealing the perky nipples he wants to devour. They look so inviting. He immediately latches his mouth to it, earning a yelp out of you. While Nagi is busy rolling his tongue on your nips, you lift yourself up slightly, and prop back down on his cock. It feels so warm from all the heat between your legs. As you gently move yourself, Seishiro places his right hand on your back for support, as the left one toys with your bare chest.

After vigorously sucking on you, he takes a move back and watches how fucking gorgeous they look. The nipples are swollen, lightly bruised form his soft biting, glistening with his saliva. He is so turned on by something so small. Almost like a pervert. A part of him wants to take his dick out of you and just fuck your pretty nipples. And that's when he gets a great idea.

When you hug him tight, grip his white locs as you let your orgasm flutter on his shaft, Nagi goes wild. He turns up the pace, not caring how sensitive you must be from your climax, just a few seconds ago. He thrusts like a hungry animal. Like he wants something so bad, but you can't get a hang of it. Just when Seishiro feels he is about to cum, he pulls out, quickly changing positions, so now you are pressed against the sofa as he stands there. You call his name, but that is ignored. Nagi pumps his cock for a few times, and as soon as he orgasms, you watch with your mouth hung open. He is splattering—no, decorating your neck, your chest, as well as your nipples in his white cum, forming a pearl necklace. His breath is heavier, which tells how badly he wanted to do this. It's the smile of satisfaction that masks his lips now. Being the nasty man he is, he spreads the load on your nipples, softly covering them. In his opinion, his sperm glistening on them looks better than the saliva. Nagi sucks them once again, tasting himself on your chest. As he looks deep in your eyes, you decide to lick the few drops of his cum that was splattered on your lips. You can see that smirk. He is so proud of you.

"Happy birthday, Sei." You wish him.

"Thank you, m'love," he says before sitting besides you, then pulling you on his lap, making sure to give you, the love of his life, proper kisses for the best birthday present he received.

Taglist: @sugardaddyreo @gojoest @luvjiro @luv3rrx @angybees @nikokopuffs @matchakaii @chosos-mascara @loml-riri @his-saiko @aztecbrujeria

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nagi has beef with any of your pets cuz why do they get to lay around all day but he doesn’t :(

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— feline foe + seishiro nagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — strangers to enemies except it’s nagi and your pet cat.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, semi-smutty, mentions of sex, suggestive towards the end, dry humping, owning a cat lol, the cat walks in on you, established relationship, pro player!nagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — thank u lambie for sending me this ! i thought it was too cute an idea not to write! also i queued this to post on nagi’s bday so happy bday to my bf <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

it might sound vain, but nagi was sure that before it arrived, he was the centre of your universe.

he had all of your attention, always. you went out of your way to bring him lunches at the stadium during practices and helped him drink water or energy drinks on the pitch at his games because you liked to believe that it would bring him good luck and he let you. his teammates heave with jealousy each and every time.

when your days were done, you’d let nagi settle his head in your lap while you brush back his hair and scratch at his scalp — letting him game to his heart's content in your company. nagi might have been pampered too and much to the point where he expected to have all of your attention… so he doesn’t quite understand why all of it shifts to a brand new presence in your lives. 

your cat. 

miruku. milk.

it’s a ridiculous name for an animal, nagi thinks, it’s a pest. annoying. but he couldn’t say no to you when you’d brought the stray cream-coloured kitty home, soaked in rain from where you’d chased it around his apartment complex trying to bring it inside. if he said no to you, that would’ve been another issue in itself — and nagi hated when you fought. it was bothersome having you play silent treatment.

so you keep it, the kitten, and everything changes for seishiro nagi. for the worst.

miruku can do everything nagi isn’t allowed to nd gets away with it as well. he raids the fridge if you leave it open, doesn’t have to pay to replenish it because of course cats don’t have income. he wakes you up at ungodly hours for playtime which usually consists of you sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking around a ball of yarn for the kitty to play with. it’s irritating for nagi, having your warmth stolen away from him and pulling him out of the depths of slumber by your lack of presence— all because the stupid cat wants to play ball and you just can’t seem to say no to it. 

the feline that’s suspiciously close to looking like your boyfriend if he were to be an animal is also allowed to sleep in. miruku naps where he pleases, in the linen closet, the corner of the kitchen where the water pipes run hot, on top of the drier and especially by the front door where he trips up nagi on the way in from practices. it’s like the cat is purposely trying to make the pro-player’s life even more difficult than it’s meant to be and you find it’s every single movement adorable. 

the worst place miruku could possibly nap is seishiro’s favourite spot— on your chest. nuzzled against your boobs on a warm sunday afternoon where your boyfriend should be, where your boyfriend should be making you giggle by sucking hickies into your neck while he thumbs at the skin underneath your breasts. he should be suckling on the sweet expanse of your skin lazily, working you up just enough to offer yourself up to appease seishiro’s insatiable appetite.

and its so sick that he can’t because of your pampered little pet. you’d just brush him off and tell him ‘you’ll get your turn later, sei,’ which makes nagi hate that stupid fucking cat even more than anything.

you don’t ever let seishiro sleep in these days, ripping the blankets from his tall frame every morning with a slice of toast hanging from between your pretty lips as you say. “get up sei, wake up for me, baby.” you coo sweetly, briefly letting go of your breakfast to kiss his forehead before you rush out of the door. “i won’t be happy if isagi or reo have to wake you up for practice. ‘kay?”

“mmm…lil’ longer. please angel.” he groans but you weave your fingers through his snow white locks to scratch at his scalp before you tug on them slightly. 

“up. seishiro nagi. i’ll see you later!” the tone you use is warning, and prompts nagi to shift int he sheets to get out of bed. 

he huffs, stretching his limbs a little too similarly to your kitty companion before the realisation hits— miruku is laying in your spot, comfy and cosy. sleeping. and it only pisses him off more. that should be him.

“you’re a pain.” seishiro narrows his eyes at the snoozing feline, scratching it under the chin and the twitch of miruku’s ears tells him that he’s been acknowledged as a rival. 

so be it. 

“how come this cat gets away with everythin’ ‘nd i don’t?”

nagi whines into your neck, watching with darkened and narrowed eyes as his feline opponent hops up onto the couch to join you both in your late night cuddle session. miruku makes his presence known, pushing his head under your chin affectionately and clawing at the fluffy blanket draped over you and your boyfriend. you obviously find it adorable, your hands slipping from seishiro’s soft white hair to tickle just behind your pet’s ear— completely discarding the man tucked into your side. 

“what are you talking about, sei?” you mumble absentmindedly — missing the way the striker squirms in his seat and squeezes you close by the waist, as if to pull you away from the offending kitty.

seishiro grumbles out a response. “he gets to sleep in, but when i do it, it’s a bother. same for when he gets in the fridge too, and when i nap on top of you—“

“stop complaining about him, sei. miruku is just a baby!” you scold your boyfriend, hugging your kitten to your chest, cooing down at him as if he really is a baby. nagi seethes from beside you, that should be him in your arms and not some cat-like freeloader from the streets. miruku blinks up at the white-haired pro player slowly, his mouth opening in a petty meow that almost makes nagi hiss back in response. 

“i’m supposed to be your baby.”

“and you are! but you’re just a little more self-sufficient than my precious lil’ kitty— he needs me to take care of him.” 

“why don’t you just take care of me? cats are s’pposed to be independent,” seishiro nuzzles into your neck, his lips still pouty against your skin and you’d be a liar to say you weren’t overwhelmed with affection for your two boys. “‘n looking after the two of us must be a drag…” 

rolling your eyes, you turn your head to capture nagi in a surprise chaste kiss just to sate him— brushing your lips over his delicately. “i do take care of you, seishiro. some might say you’re a little spoilt with how much i do,” smiling into the kiss, you scratch your nails through his scalp in the way that he likes, a lot similar to your feline friend before jumping up from the couch with a clap of your hands. “now which one of my boys is hungry?”

miruku is promptly shooed to the floor beside a frustrated nagi left without your warmth. the pair share a brief moment of eye contact as your boyfriend runs a hand over his face in annoyance. 

“i hate you.”

“meow.”

the final straw for nagi is the night your cat makes it into the bedroom while you’re having sex. 

he’s pent up, training has been more intensive than usual and all he wants to do is come home and lose himself in you. you let him, falling into the sheets with seishiro nagi, your hands lost in his sea of perfectly soft white hair, your mouth on his, your legs wrapped around the small of his waist as he sinks into you for the first time in a long time. you share a moan, muffled by nagi’s tongue working it’s way down your throat and his entire body weight thrown over you. 

somehow he manages to tear through your clothes, tongue hungrily lapping over your pert nipples while you tug his aching cock free from the confines of his shorts. tears sting at your waterline as nagi presses into your cunt without much prep. he’s so big, you feel as though he might already be kissing your cervix without even moving and you tug hard on his hair at the feeling of nagi twitching within your walls.

“s-sei, god. fill me up s’good—!”

he cuts you off with a throaty moan, eyes rolling back as he gives an experimental thrust. “s’no fair…s’pretty. so tight around me, fuck, angel…”

the moment is perfect, he’s dizzy with love and desire and all caught up in the heat it all… that is until your stupid fucking cat starts screaming bloody murder from outside your locked door. 

“leave it,” seishiro grunts, pawing at your sides and languidly rolling his hips into yours. “s’probably nothin’, angel.” 

you gasp and nod, delirious with ecstasy and pull him closer but miruku seems to whine again— scratching pathetically at the door. “sei, what if—?” 

“he’s fine, jus’ focus on me, pretty thing.” and for the most part you try, you let nagi have his way with you— let him pin you to the bed and make you see galaxies and you’re both about to burst when he swears to the fucking stars he feels that cat’s paw between his balls. 

he doesn’t remember what happens next, just that he sees red or turns it and you are equally as embarrassed— shuffling out of the room to deal with your pesky cat, draped in one of sei’s spare hoodies. 

that’s when nagi decides he’s had enough. 

his final plan isn’t to get rid of miruku but instead to steal your attention away from the dumb animal. 

nagi puts a little more effort into cleaning up himself and the house for you once he gets back from practice at blue lock ( after multiple face times to barou and isagi, reo and others ). he stops by a flower shop and puts together an arrangement that he thinks you’ll like because the colours remind him so much of you. 

when you come home, your eyes light up at the bouquet on your sparkling countertops and the sight of your boyfriend lounging around in your kitchen on his phone. “baby, did you get these for me?” you swoon. 

“yeah. on the way back from practice i went to that flower shop you always talk about.”

“sei, that’s not even on the way home,” you smile and his heart flutters in his chest. “you didn’t have to go out of your way for me.”

nagi bristles with happiness as you make your way into his arms of your own accord and hide your face in his toned chest. “i’d do anything for you, angel,” he mumbled into your hairline and uses a finger to tilt your head up for a gentle kiss, quickly distracting you from miruku who’s jumped up onto the counter. “missed you, s’much.” he knows exactly what he’s doing when he presses his cock between your thighs, dropping his lips to your neck wetly. 

“m-missed you too, sei but…gotta feed the cat…” 

your kitten purrs at your side but seishiro rolls you over, nailing your hips down to the countertops and grinds into you feverishly. his plan is working. 

“no buts, need you. god… s’not fair bein’ away from you f’so long. baby…fuck.” he’s whiny and needy, grabbing handfuls of your ass to slide you back and forth on his growing erection so that you become putty in his hands. you’re so lightheaded that you don’t even hear your cat meowing for your attention— clinging onto nagi’s broad shoulders for dear life. “unless you want me to stop?”

you blink up at your boyfriend, teary eyed and ravenous— for once not reaching out instinctively to pet miruku but instead reaching up to tug on seishiro’s soft snowball locks and bring him down to your height. “i don’t want you to stop, seishiro,” you growl, your voice dipping into sensual and sultry territory. “i want you to fuck me.” 

“can do, angel.” he coos, letting you drag him by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

nagi throws a smug look over his shoulder at your unhappy cat, grinning from ear to ear as miruku hisses at him in defeat.

nagi: 1 - miruku: 0

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content: gn!reader. body/cock worship. petname 'bunny'. oral (m receiving). cum swallowing. praise. unprotected sex. possessive talk.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you give reo a glimpse into how heaven feels.

let me raise you this — mikage reo who loves when you worship him & his cock.

he sits and stares, legs spread eagerly and muscles tense with anticipation as your pretty fingers wrap around his cock, thick and heavy with your sweet kisses and touch.

there's a wild-eyed, euphoric sort of look on his face as he watches you stroke his cock and slip his head into your mouth, and he tips his head back and groans in pleasure when you lick that sensitive head of his, give it a little suck. "fuck— tastes good, doesn't it, bunny?"

"mhm," you mumble, both because you know how much he likes hearing it and because it's true. "g'na give that nasty lil mouth a good load. fffuck—keep going."

gets you to babble so much praise while you're sucking him off, he wants to feel you gag on him, wants to hear you tell him just how fucking good he is and how much you love making him feel good like this.

he slides a hand around the back of your neck, fingers so nice and warm as they tangle into your hair, second only to the heat pooling at your core when you hear his moans, his husky whispers of praise. "yeah, yeah — love sucking this dick, don't ya? bunny's so nice t'me."

and when he cums into your mouth, he likes spilling his seed down your throat, milky and hot—before he pulls you off his cock and drags you in for a kiss.

he loves tasting himself on your tongue <3 "told ya, baby. tastes even better than you thought, mm?"

and when you climb into his lap, sit on his cock and ride it for him while he lays back and watches you? with your wet, hot walls clenching around him, reo feels like a god.

you're so beautiful, for one — skin glowing with sweat, peppered here and there with little bites from when you were making out earlier, eyes lidded and cheeks hot as you get off on him.

and when you keep moaning so prettily, telling him "ngh, reo—feels so good, you're so big, so good," with that pretty fucking voice of yours, he can't help but grab your hips and settle you on his lap so he can fuck up into you hard 'n fast— make you feel even better.

reo wants you messed up, blissed out and fucked dumb. all at his hands.

he needs it, needs you to cum over and over on his cock and needs you to tell him how he's so good, how you'll never find someone else like him, how you love him so much, how you'll never leave.

you're both a lover and a possession, to him — in the way that you're what he wants which he owns, and in the way that he'll never let anyone else have you.

because he loves you and your body so fucking much — more than you do his, he thinks. he loves you, needs you, and ravishes you day in and day out.

reo marks your skin, fills you up with his cum, kisses you searing and deep — and he makes you say again and again, that you're his and that you love and need him so, so much.

he fucks you better than anyone ever has and anyone ever could, and he wants you to say it to him.

and he loves it when you do the same. he loves to know. to be assured.

"yeah that's right," he chuckles. you reach over while you're busy getting bounced on his cock to brush the bangs out of his face — and the caring gesture makes his heart flutter.

he pulls you in for a kiss then, a passionate one — and he feels you tighten around him, hips trembling as he holds them, and he wants to make you cum harder than you've ever cum in your life.

"tell me who you are, baby." he asks once more. "and tell me how you feel, mm?"

"i'm — i'm yours," you choke out as you've been taught, desperate to reach your high. "and fuck—reo, reo it feels good, gonna cum, please, please. need you to make me cum, your cock's so good, nngh—!"

and reo laughs, hand slipping between your bodies to touch you and help you cum, satisfied with your lovely answer. "that's right, bunny. you're mine. all mine."

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I read your bachira fic *chef's kiss* can I get shower sex+ reo 'cause that one photo of reo is not enough.

content: gn!reader. shower sex for reo, sex in the bath tub for bachira. reo: a little dirty talk, he calls you bunny. bachira: handjob + blowjob and cum swallowing. switchy bachira bec we love him like that.

— . ｡˚ ♡ it's so much easier to clean up in the shower anyway. an: got another req for bachira and bath sex so i'm adding that here!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SHOWER SEX — MIKAGE REO

you're just getting your hair wet and ready under the shower, for the shampooing process, when you're alerted by a light knock on the bathroom door. "reo?" you call out, not bothering to turn the shower off — you're certain that it's him from the pattern of the knock.

"yeah." the muffled voice that arrives from right outside belongs to your boyfriend — and a moment later, the bathroom door slowly wheels open, and reo walks in, with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

you watch, shampoo bottle in hand, water drops sticking to your lashes as you stay under the running shower head— as reo takes the towel off, revealing muscled thighs and calves that go well with the toned panes of his chest and abs, his sculpted back and arms.

reo doesn't miss the appreciative hum you offer, as he hangs the towel next to yours and steps into the shower with you, always doing whatever he wanted, without asking beforehand.

"you're really just gonna interrupt my shower like this?" you tease, as he takes you by the waist and turns you towards the wall and slumps himself over you — his muscles ripple as he sighs, and despite the warm water and the heat of his body, you shiver.

"spoiled little boy, aren't you? so used to just doing whatever you feel like, with no expenses." you quip, trying not to falter at the way he feels you up, calloused hands trailing up and down your bare body.

"shut up," he mumbles, and when he presses his forehead on your shoulder, the wet locks of his violet hair stick to your skin, trickling water from the shower down your elbow. he wraps his arms around your lower waist, squeezing, pressing your back further into his body. "just wanted to spend some time with you."

"mhm," you return, leaning forward a little to grab the shampoo bottle off the stand, but reo pulls you back, one arm crossing over your chest and the other lacing tighter around your waist as he holds you in place — and you feel his hardening cock press hot and heavy against your ass. "o—oh."

your throat bobs when you swallow, automatically going tense in his grasp. "yeah," reo says again. "need you, bunny. now."

"dont get too worked up," you mumble, as he takes your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks between his finger and thumb as he turns your face to his, for a kiss.

"i will, actually." he lulls into your mouth. "we're in the shower. we can clean up easy."

he presses you even tighter against his chest, and you lean back and grind on his cock a little, feeling him throb against you. "what does that mean?"

"it means," he breaks the kiss to take in a breath, taking his cock in his hand and giving it a single pump before pushing it against your entrance. you let out a moan — and he watches you, big eyes focused on your pretty face, as your own eyes flutter with the feeling of him. "i'm gonna fuck you into a good, hot mess."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° BATH SEX — BACHIRA MEGURU

you walk into the bathroom, hearing bachira calling out your name from inside — your steps are fast, worried that he might've gotten himself hurt, but when you open the door and hurry inside, he's perfectly fine — sitting in the bath, filled only half way with water, a pout on his pretty face.

"what is it, meguru?" you ask, confused, and he pouts harder, giving you a pleading look with sparkles in his bright eyes. leaning back in the tub, he stretches himself out, slow and deliberate — showing off his leanly toned arms and legs, his pretty body. "i changed my mind; i don't want first dibs on the shower."

huh? you blink, trying not to get distracted, taking a moment to lean against the doorframe (you cant help but notice the way his hand lays dangerously close to his cock, though). "could've changed your mind before you got in the bath then, dumbass."

"no," he shakes his head, and you realize the puppy eyes he's giving you have a reason behind them. "wanna take a bath with you."

just five minutes later, bachira's sitting in the tub with his legs parted, and you're on your knees between them, fingers teasingly wrapped around his blushed cock. "please, baby," he whines, desperately bucking up into your fist, needy for some stimulation. "treat me well?"

"shhh," you coo, finally flexing your wrist, pumping his cock up and down, feeling it get harder and fatter in your hand. "gonna make you feel good, 'n then you should help me wash, yeah?"

"mhm, mhm." he nods, throwing his head back and parting his lips, thrusting into your hand as you work on him, propping himself up by the heels of his palms as he sits lax in the tub, and lets you bring him to his high. "we'll — bath together, a-after this."

"good boy," you say in his ear, and his cock twitches with your words. "so needy all the time, huh?" the water splashes when bachira lifts his hand, and he grabs you by the hair, tugging you down, water trickling down the sides of your face from his fingers.

"baby, baby please." he gasps. "g'nna cum. cant— cant mess up the bath water. gotta cum in your mouth."

fuck— you grab the base of his cock, wrap your lips around his hot tip, and he giggles as he moans, pushing you further down, beads of cum touching your tongue as you let out a muffled protest— "so good for me, baby! fuck, take all of it, mmkay? c-cant have the bath getting dirty with my cum."

"mmh," you hum, hollowing your cheeks out and lapping at the head of his cock, knees and free hand squeaking against the porcelain of the tub.

"ah, fuck, 'm cumming!" he cries out, and you reach up, place a wet hand on his lower stomach, thumb carressing the flexed muscles as you suck on his cock — and it's only a moment before he hits his high, and spills hot seed into your mouth.

"take it, take it!" he moans, voice high and pretty — and you do.