゛a/n ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ based off the song scotty doesn't know! Listened to it at work and made me think of this ;D
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw, friends to benefits, modern au, punk-rock eren (late 90s to early 2000s vibe), fem reader, eren being a toxic friend(?), rough sex, reader was on call while having sex, implied car sex, etc, mdni
The relationship between the two of you was nothing near casual. Going beyond friends with benefits yet stopping right on the edge of official labels.
It was pure fun. Fun that went on longer than it probably should have. Long past the point of return.
The two of you were open. Eren knew that. But whether it was greed or his large ego, he found himself not wanting to share.
Even with his best friend.
“I helped her study last week, I’m going to try and ask her out during our next study session.” The ocean-blue eyed male nervously smiled. Fixing his glasses as the mere thought of pursuing you caused his anxiety level to rise.
The male sitting across from him hummed. Barely tuned into the conversation. The only thing staying in his head, being your name.
He couldn’t help it really. With each comment made by his nerdy friend, his mind recalled intimate memories. Eren really should tell Armin about everything. He knows he should. It’s the right thing after all.
But the amount of times Eren watched you turn down the blonde with sweet innocent lies while he was balls deep inside of you. Boosted his ego way more than it should.
How many more excuses could his friend take before learning the truth? The truth behind every excuse– every lie you told him, it was all because you were too busy with Eren.
But then again, the two of you were far too deep into your little games.
“You really gonna ask her out?” Eren sniffed, rubbing his nose. Within nano-seconds Armin’s cheek flared red, “Huh?! For a s-study session Eren! Not like that!”
With a small huff, the brunette rolled his eyes. “Right, are you sure she even likes you? Didn’t she like leave your birthday party early? Not really shouting yearned to me.”
He could see his friend’s expression dim a little.
Eren knew the reason why you had left the blonde’s party early. Hell, he was the reason.
Seeing you in that cute little outfit, which flattered you greatly, made him act boyishly. Eren had been ready to take risks. Which led to the two of you fucking in his car in an abandoned parking lot.
He could easily recall the hand prints you made on his fogged up window. Scrambling to stabilize yourself in the backseat as he thrusted into you from behind.
“Eren?”
The male lazily moved his eyes back onto Armin. His fingers twitching as if what he was thinking about was obvious.
“Hm? Yeah, send her a message and ask her out.” He waved his hand pulling out his phone and sending a quick message to the special star of their conversation.
Armin grimaced at the sight of the egotistical grin his friend had on his face. Not even wanting to try and guess which girl he was calling up.
“You’re no help Eren…”
Your phone lit up from it’s place on the night stand. Your vision blurred with tears as you tried to ignore it. Already knowing what the notification might be.
“You should answer that; might be important. Though you are quite busy huh?”
You groaned, Eren’s teasing words causing you to want to snap at him. But alas he was right. You couldn’t really move from your spot on the bed. Knuckles turning white from how hard you gripped your headboard.
Eren’s thrusts stilled slightly. Laughing smugly from the way your head shot to the side to give him a glare. “Why are you stopping! You always do this…”
It was true, Eren never failed to have you reply to his friend. Finding each response you sent with your innocent act amusing to no end.
“C’mon do it or I’ll stop all together.” he threatened, hips dragging his cock slower against your gummy walls.
With a low groan, your hand shakily left it’s spot on the headboard and grabbed your phone. Without even unlocking your phone, the screen changed to reveal two buttons along with the sound of some random song the brunette had showed you filling the hot air.
Armin was calling you.
“Answer it.”
Eren ordered, seemingly reading your mind as even you were hesitant on complying.
Your eyes shot back at the male whose large hands were planted on your hips. Dark teal eyes trained on the small of your back.
Sure you’d send a few messages. It was quick and easy to lie that way! But you couldn’t trust yourself with a phone call–especially with Eren’s punk ass eight inches inside of you.
With a sigh, you answered the blonde’s call. “Oh hi Y/n!” Armin’s voice rang through the end of the phone. His nervously bright voice echoing around you as your lips parted to greet him back.
“Hi Armi-mngh!”
And there was the catch. Eren’s hips snapped into you, almost causing your body to fall against the headboard. Your mind was minutes away from melting, though Armin’s concerned voice kept you aware.
“Y/n is everything okay?”
You gave Eren a side glare, as he smirked down at you. Thrusts not slowing but instead speeding up as he motioned for you to keep talking.
“Ye-yeah every-ahh-thing is okay-ngh” Your body moved with Eren’s rough movements. Your mind splitting as part of you tried to rationalize the current situation.
Armin was a sweetheart, the complete opposite of what Eren is. Despite the two being best friends. And you’ve known for a long while the poor blonde had feelings for you.
Eren was quick to spill that little secret.
And now deep within your pathetic lies, here you are sprawled out underneath his bestfriend getting fucked into oblivion. While on the phone with him.
“Hm–well I was wondering if you’d like to come over tonight. For another study session for bio-chem! Just that of course!” Armin quickly added.
Eren held back a scoff, green eyes rolling at the added comment his friend made. His grip on you became tighter as he slowly inched himself out of you.
Without having a clue what Eren was up to, your eyes visibly softened. “Sorry Armin. Tonight isn’t really a good night-fuck!”
The line went quiet after your loud yell. The phone slipped from your grasp as you held back incriminating noises.
The brunette had slammed back inside of you, his face almost like stone. As he stared focused on the back of your nape. He wasn’t stopping, he never did. Eren was fully showing how he wasn’t afraid that his bestfriend could find out he’s been fucking his crush.
Happily keeping you all to himself with no shame of the consequences.
“Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” Armin began to spout comments of concerns while your lip began to bleed from how hard you had been biting your bottom lip.
“S-ngh-sorry Armin. I need to go–some other time maybe-hahh”
“Oh! Okay I hope you feel better Y/n.” Armin spoke with a slight dejected tone. Quickly ending the call as your screen finally went off.
“You’re such an asshole Eren!” You let out, moaning as the male’s thrusts quickened. His seed spilling inside of you as he confidently cream-pied your sopping wet pussy.
“Yeah yeah. Yet you never turn me away.”
“You know Armin could never fuck you the way I do.” Eren added smugly. Slipping his cock out of your used cunt.
As you laid on your bed Eren gazed down at his own phone which lit up a message from Armin.
“She wasn’t feeling well… but I’m not giving up!”
Eren chuckled to himself, clicking his device off as he clicked his tongue. Armin had no fucking idea.
゛a/n ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ BEEN OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA erm might make a part 2 not entirely sure tho T-T
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ modern au!, sfw, fem reader, established relationship, creature scara(?) not actually scara, mentions of death, horror themes(?), short!
That thing is not your boyfriend.
You almost didn’t take notice. The way his eyes no longer glimmed–they weren’t even the same color. The once indigo irises, you were so used to gazing into were now murky.
You weren’t sure where it’s pupils started nor ended. If it had any pupils to begin with.
The once hotheaded comments or slick hints of flirtation no longer left his mouth. The lingering touches quickly became skin crawling.
It was not your boyfriend. It was not Scaramouche.
You didn’t know who to go to for help… How were you supposed to express how you think some creature is replacing your boyfriend… or pretending to be him?
Sure he went on a week long trip with his friends. But did none of them notice the obvious change in his appearance and demeanor. His skin is now pale gray for gods sake!
You peaked down the hall of your shared apartment. Nervous eyes skimming over the living room, trying to spot the figure.
And unfortunately you did. The dark indigo-haired male sat on your couch staring blankly at the tv mounted onto your wall.
Your body grew cold as you watched it. It didn’t move, you couldn’t even tell if it was taking breaths.
With a baseball bat in your hands, you slowly went up behind it. Your reflection in the black screen of the tv showing your movement.
“What are you?”
Your voice came out forced, hesitance being your enemy as your hands gripped the handle of the baseball bat. Knuckles turning white from the pressure.
He sat unmoving. Staring blankly at your reflection on the tv.
“Your boyfriend-”
“Bullshit.”
You were quick to cut him off, brows furrowing.
“Your hands are shaking.” He commented.
“What. are. You.” You repeated patience running thin.
He moved slowly, as if he wasn’t used to his body. Eyes staring down at his sickly pale hand. Moving his fingers like he was testing if the movement would work.
“Human…”
Sucking in a breath, you raised the bat higher.
“What did you do to Scara? What did you do to my boyfriend? You–you freak!”
A yelp left your lips the moment he stood. You didn’t even notice him turn to face you, and yet here he was facing you with dead eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, it moved around the couch walking towards you at an unnerving slow pace. Your body refused to move, nearly giving out once the figure was inches away from you.
It’s head was tilt to the side, blank eyes taking in your features. Analyzing your person like a robot.
“Took his place.”
Your breath hitched. Took his place? Why? You had so many questions. Too many to easily get out verbally.
“...why?” You asked shakily. It was like your mind already knew why but your heart yearned to hear it verbally.
“Human got injured. I took human’s place.”
It was like your body shut down. A sharp sob left your lips as your eyes watered, free hand clasping around your mouth. “Injured? H-how…”
It raised it’s hands, and something gave you the feeling it was about to show you the answer to your question. “W-WAIT NO…. no…” Before you knew it the bat was dropped to the floor and your hands were gripping his cold wrists.
His murky eyes looked down at your hands. Then back up at you.
“I took human’s place.” It repeated in a monotone manner.
Without having to ask he continued, almost reading your mind.
“Human carried smaller human in pocket. You.”
It was like something gripped your heart and wouldn’t stop tugging. As you knew exactly what he was talking about. Scara always kept a photo of the two of you in his wallet. Said it was his good luck charm, despite continuously making snarky comments.
“Human was still breathing… said he needed to go home.”
“And you decided to pretend to be him?!”
It nodded. Not quite understanding why you were so upset.
“I like human life. Better than home.”
Freezing in your spot, it slipped it’s hand from your grasp and caressed your cheek. It’s cold hand made you gasp softly, body shivering from it’s touch.
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ aged up, suggestive, sfw, making out,. fem reader, established relationship
You worked lazily, sitting on your bed, flashcards displayed around you with your thick textbook. Quiet music played from your speakers as you tried to focus on studying for a test.
Letting out a brief, tired sigh you laid your head back looking up at your ceiling. Trying to make your mind work with you. Though before you could, sudden knocks from your window startle you into sitting up straighter.
It was past 10 pm, well over the time people were allowed over. And considering your room was on the second story of the home, you were more than confused.
Standing up, you walked over to the window and opened your curtains. Revealing the gleaming smirk from the purple haired boy you knew far too well.
Quickly opening the window, out of fear of someone seeing him from outside. You let Reo in, quickly moving to your bedroom door and locking it.
The wealthy male, crawled past the threshold of the window and stood up.
“Reo, what the fuck?”
You breathed, turning to face him as you leaned against the door. The boy only grinned, tilting his head slightly.
“You said you couldn’t go out tonight—so I came to you.”
Reo’s voice was smooth, walking towards the bed. His hand grabbed one of the home made flashcards before dropping it back onto the plush surface, with a single glance.
“I have to study tonight, remember the big test on Monday." You reasoned, moving closer to the bed, taking your spot back as you tried to regather your study material.
“Sweetheart, you’re spending your Friday night studying.”
Your head raised to look at him, “yeah so?” Reo laughed laying on his side. Hugging one of the plushies he got you close to his chest. “You’re such a nerd.”
“I am not,” You clicked your tongue.
“Right, sure. And I’m not rich as fuck”
Reo’s smile creased with the pointed look you gave him.
“My parents are going to kill you–no. us, if they find you in here.”
“Your parents love me. Still they just can’t find out I’m here.”
You let out an exhausted groan, lolling your head to the side, “You’re so annoying Reo Mikage.”
“Mhm, say whatever you need to.” Reo cooed, sitting up and moving closer. His lips trailed down from behind your ear. Warm hands moving your hair out of his way. You left out a soft sigh, partially leaning into his touch.
“See? You don’t really want me to go huh?”
“I need to study, Reo.”
“Then let’s study.”
He laughed from the way you pouted at him, “when was the last time you studied?”
Reo sat up, grabbing one of the index cards. “Tonight, see this is the hamlet story isn’t it?” He advised waving the flimsy paper around. A scoff left you, taking the card from him and putting it into a neat pile with the others.
“This is about chemistry, you idiot.”
“Right, right. See my girl is so smart. You don’t even need to study.”
Reo was playing dumb, you knew this better than anyone. To be fair, this wasn’t the first time he’s crashed one of your study sessions. Even when you weren’t alone.
Your friends were hesitant about your guys’ relationship. Saying he couldn’t be as genuine as you believed him to be.
But that was for you to find out. He’s your boyfriend after all.
“Just a little break is all I ask for. Then I’ll help you the rest of the night.” Reo offered, eyes gleaming as if he knew you couldn’t turn him down.
And he knew you well.
“Fine… only for a little bit. Then we study.” You stated, pointing a finger into his chest as he gave you a soft look. “Yes ma’am.”
The purple=haired football player stood from your bed quickly moving the study material from the bed. And then moved to turn the music volume higher.
“Cigarettes after sex again?” He commented. You lifted your head from your plush pillows. “They had a new single.”
“You fiend.”
He was quick to climb back onto the bed. Body hovering yours as he kissed you slowly. Testing the waters, biting your lower lip before pulling back.
Your eyes had already dilated, breath short as you gazed up at him. He grinned, like he just won a lot of money. “You’re so beautiful…”
He kissed you again, letting you relax back into the pillows as he caged you between his arms.
The kiss grew hotter the longer the night went on. Your nails scratched at his back, soft groans leaving you due to his filthy expensive crew neck being in the way.
Reo sat up with you mimicking him. He easily pulled his sweater over his head, panting as if his only way to breathe was by kissing you.
He watched, with hungry purple eyes as you slipped your blouse off. Leaving you in your creamy white bra, eyes meeting him as you folded the clothing before dropping it onto the floor.
“Fuck, I am a lucky lucky man…” Reo groaned before diving back into your touch. Connecting your lips like a man starved.
OS THAT MY BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS ONE AND ONLY KUNIKUZUSHI AKA THE BALLADEER AKA SCARAMOUCHE AKA SCARAMEOW AKA KABUKIMONO AKA SHOUKI NO KAMI AKA WANDERER AKA HAT GUY NOT TO BE MIXED UP WITH KURONUSHI?????? AJHSSHAHYSJSHSGSYSJAJS I LOVE HIM SOOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOOSOSOMUCH OHMYGOD
YES YES YES YES TWINNNNN HE'S BEEN MY FAV SINCE I STARTED THE GAME
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw, mdni, poly, threesome, choking, mentions of blood (blood play?), rough sex, fem reader, riding, oral (m receiving), established relationship, might be ooc, canon au
Having two partners wasn’t so bad. Even if your boyfriends didn’t seem like the types to get along well. Personalities crashing and all.
Though it was quite humorous. The fact that they seemed to only get along when it comes to fucking your brains out. Your situation worked well, considering both Scaramouche and Lohen were switches. Leaving you to either be catered to or cater to them in bed.
Tension was high as it had been around a month since you last got to spend a night with Lohen.
Due to traveling with Scaramouche and Lohen being away on expeditions. It was rare for the three of you to finally have a night to yourselves.
Sure, you enjoyed your time with Scaramouche, though even he had to admit how much he missed seeing you break under his and Lohen’s control.
So once the three of you got a chance to escape from the welcome party, you knew you were going to have to pry their hands off you.
“Lohen!”
It was quite the scene, you on your hands and knees while your dark-haired boyfriend was impaling you from behind. Your moan muffled by the expanse of Lohen’s dick in your mouth.
Your nails dug deep into the teal-haired male’s thighs, causing blood to draw. His eyes narrowed at the sight, irises shaking. “Ah, look at you, already making me bleed? Filthy~”
With a whine, you gazed up at him, drool dripping from your lips as he snapped his hips forward. The male was obviously aroused at the sight, as he used a finger to swipe up some of the blood and smear it across your warm cheek.
“Don’t play with your blood, you sicko.”
Scaramouche wasn’t having it; his glare was set on Lohen as he pounded into you. Hands shaking as they clutched your hips. Bangs stuck to his forehead as his pace didn’t let up.
He couldn’t help but feel the way your gummy walls clamped around his hard cock. A breathy groan left his lips.
“You’re no fun, Scara. Just look at her; she’s loving it.”
“Ain't that right, pretty?”
You nodded pathetically up at your boyfriend. The knight smirked, his hand tugging your head more, wanting-no, needing to hear your pained moan.
The other male’s eyes were trained on the sight of you, your back glistening with sweat as he leaned down and placed a kiss to the nape of your neck, his pace slowing down just slightly.
“You’re fucking pathetic, getting wet from that. You into that? Getting fucking tugged around let a little bitch?”
Your eyes watered as Scaramouche’s thrusts became meaner, his cock practically slipping out of your soppy used cunt.
“Shit…”
His head lolled back as his cock got squeezed. His hand shot to your neck, wrapping around your throat and tugging you up. Your teeth grazed the teal-haired man’s skin, making him moan loudly. His eyes shot wide in bliss.
You felt his hot cum slide down your throat, making you cough around him. But the sight only turned him on more, as he made sure you swallowed each drop. Scaramouche, on the other hand, was riding out his own orgasm.
You were practically being bred by the male as he kept thrusting his semen inside of you. It was never-ending as he was quick to lift you, your back against his chest as he fucked you dumb.
Lohen watched saliva mixed with his gift leak from your lips as the male’s hand was tightly wrapped around your throat. You looked like you were on the verge of passing out, though he wasn’t going to let that happen.
“No, no. Don’t sleep now. We have a lot more planned.” He cooed, his thumb running over your lip, wiping up the mixture of liquids before bringing it to his mouth.
The moment Scaramouche released you from his death grip, you thought you finally got a small break. Your legs shook, your back ached, and you gasped for air like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
Of course, you forgot who your boyfriends were.
You felt your body get lifted, your head falling back as Lohen was quick to push you down onto his hard cock. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, partially questioning how it got up as fast as it did.
“You didn’t think we were done, right? Did a month of separation make you not believe my words?”
Your hands were planted on his chest, as if they would stabilize your body. Scaramouche was standing near the table, grabbing a cup of water.
Drinking it like he was on a stroll. Your eyes ran over his glistening form, eyes pleading while he stared back at you with a raised brow. He looked unbothered, as if he wasn’t just needily kissing your neck.
A sharp gasp left you the moment you felt yourself falling forward. However, your attention was right back on the male beneath you. His crazed eyes were staring into the depths of your confused ones.
He had placed both of your hands around his throat. Head tilting as he began to thrust his hips up into you. You groaned, hands tightening automatically, making him let out an almost animalistic groan.
“Fuck yes, choke me.”
Lohen sneered as his hands gripped your hips and made you bounce on his lengthy cock. Wet sticky sounds filled the room as his balls hit your ass.
The mixture of your slick and Scaramouche’s cum made disgustingly hot sounds. Which only helped turn the two males on more.
Your cheeks were flushed as you panted. Drool dribbled out from your boyfriend's mouth as he laid his head back, watching in a daze as your hands cut off his air whenever his tip hit your sweet spot.
“Fuhh–fuck yeshh….” he moaned, eyes rolling back as he was quick to cum. Spilling his seed inside of you, easily mixing it with Scara’s.
Lohen slammed you down one last time before pulling you into a deep, needy kiss. Your tongues were dancing before they were rudely separated. Your breath hitched as your head was tugged back.
Lips smashing against Scaramouche’s as he kissed you desperately. Teeth clashing in a messy, unsteady kiss. You were a rag doll for them, letting them tug and pull you in any way they wished to. And you had no complaints.
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw, mdni, fem reader, established relationship, top reader, orgasm denial, ooc, scara goes by kunikuzushi, modern au, mentions of blood
゛a/n ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ couldn't stop thinking about needy scara surrounded by pink lol
゛credit ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ fanart by saezens on insta!
Kunikuzushi was prideful. He’d never let anyone see him weak, even his own girlfriend. That didn’t stop her from trying to force that side out, of course.
“Still holding it in? Your lips are gonna start bleeding.”
Your room was lit up with fairy lights and soft pink night lights. To be honest, everything in your room was different shades of pink or cream. Plushies lined your bookshelves, and light pink sheer curtains hung from your canopy. Easily enclosing the scene that was happening inside.
Within your canopy bed lay your indigo-haired boyfriend. His body sprawled out on your plush pink bed, frills of white lace tickled his skin as he breathed deeply with his nose.
His teeth bit into his bottom lip, forcing any sound that wanted to come out to stay inside. Bluish-purple eyes dark with need as he tried to focus on anything but your soft hand wrapped disgustingly around his hard cock.
It wasn’t like your attention wasn’t good; no, no, it felt incredible. But he wasn’t going to let you know that.
Let you have the pleasure of seeing your usually dominant, held-together partner come apart at your teasing.
You pout, noticing that Kuni was still not letting up. Your thumb circled his rosy tip, pressing down on his member’s slit. The male jerked, drawing blood from his lip. His movement caused one of your plushies to fall against his side. The indigo cat plush that was gifted to you by him was grabbed tightly and thrown recklessly across your room.
You gasp softly, pausing to watch it hand on your hardwood floor. “Hey, Kuni!”
“Fuck just shut up.”
His voice was deep with need and frustration, eyes closing while his head lay back against your frilly pillows.
“That was mean, Kuni.” You frowned, moving your hand down his hard length. Deliberately making sure your acrylic nails scratched along his skin.
Your actions caused a deep gasp to leave him. His eyes shot open, his hands grabbing at your sheets. Kuni glared at you while you innocently stared back at him.
He felt your nails trace down from his tip to his balls, head tilted as your gaze was kept on him. “Apologize, Kuni.”
He sneered, lips trembling as he fought to not let you win. His body shook, sweating from the mere exhaustion of the number of orgasms you denied him.
Your brows lifted as you sighed, “No apology? Hm, pity…” Your hand slipped from his dick, the limb standing on its own even without your hand.
“Agh! Okay–ngh–okay, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
The male looked like he was in pain as he panted, the taste of iron on his tongue as he glared up at you. Though it weakened helplessly. “For–hah–for throwing the plush. Shit…”
You smiled, hand going back to his cock like a magnet. “Good boy, want a reward?”
His walls finally crumbled, head bobbing as it lolled to the side. “Please–ngh–please…”
Kuni’s whimpers filled your ears as you giggled at the sight of him falling apart, finally.
“Please, what?”
“Please let me cum!”
With his plea, you gladly worked his cock, the way he had been pleading for you to in his mind. No more teasing, no more edging, just your slick palm running up and down his painfully hard cock.
Within seconds, spurts of hot cum, shot from his cock. Falling onto his lower abdomen and your knuckles. A low moan left Kuni, voice cracking as he gasped for air. The orgasm hit him like a truck, knocking the air out of him.
While he was in his daze, you crawled over him, leaning down over him and kissing his sore lips. He melted into the kiss, still panting. His lips curled as he gazed up at you, exhausted.
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw, strangers to more, might be ooc, reader is in mid-twenties, fem reader, mdni, smut with plot
Ego was stressed. He couldn’t focus on anything, thankfully the boys were sent home for a short break after the game. Leaving the man to himself.
He wanted to plan new strategies and training. Not be in some bar, past ten at night. Swirling around some whiskey, listening to the ice clink against the round glass.
For the past week, his mind had been occupied with another annoyance. An annoyance, nobody would believe him if he said it. He’d kill to clear his head of the girl. The girl being the one from the last match.
Nobody remembers him from his past, besides her. She was young, younger than him at least. He couldn’t understand why she was stuck in his mind.
Nothing really piqued his interest when it came to women. He never had urges when it came to intimacy. No yearning for touches or satisfaction. He couldn’t envision himself with a partner. His life was too filled with football. By creating Japan’s best team in his own odd way.
Ego’s glass was growing empty, a sign for him to make his leave soon.
“Another glass?” the young bartender questioned while drying a glass. “Not needed.” He muttered in response dead eyes never leaving the glass he held.
Something made his eyes lift, gazing around the almost empty bar. Then, to his luck, he noticed a girl sitting at the bar as well. Her hair was done up, her clothes were nicely fitted to her body, and her makeup fit her complexion quite well. Anybody could tell she was on a date.
Though he could easily notice the empty spots beside her. Plus, the way her fingers slowly tapped away on her phone was like she was forcing herself to keep herself busy.
Then, when she raised her head, something struck a chord within him. The girl from the game… That was her. Or the world rudely placed him with someone who looked like her.
Despite wanting to believe the latter, the way her eyes widened at the sight of him told him more than he needed.
The black-haired man took a deep breath, preparing himself for the nuisance to come over. But it never happened.
She went back to tapping away on her phone.
To his surprise.
Ego knew how fans could be; hell, he’s seen the worst of it for years when it came to other players.
But you weren’t doing anything he imagined you would do. Not running over. Not taking pictures. Not even screaming his name.
Ego was distracted. And the best way to handle distractions was to face them. From that conclusion, he got up and walked over to where you sat.
“This seat taken?”
You lifted your head to look at him, curled lashes batting softly. Head bobbing before a sound could be uttered. Ego sat beside you. Taking your nod as a yes.
“Are you stalking me?”
His words made your eyes widen, lips parting quickly, “No! What?!”
“Well, I’m just seeing you often now…” especially in my head… He kept the end to himself, though he looked over you more closely now. Dark eyes were analyzing you once again, like he did a week ago.
“Well, I’m not stalking you. I’m not some weirdo fan,” you huffed, partly offended by his accusation. “Doesn’t hurt to check.” He breathed unbothered.
“Why’d you come over and sit?”
“Why are you all dressed up and alone?”
“Why is that any of your business?” Your brows furrowed, mentally rethinking about being his fan. Realizing what they say about meeting celebs was true.
“Just curious. Get stood up?”
His words—them being true—made you visibly flinch. “Yeah, like you want to hear some girl’s sob story.”
“I’m not opposed to it.”
Ego fixed the collar of his shirt, absentmindedly still watching your actions. Mentally keeping tabs on certain movements you make.
You were just some random fan, so why was he so interested in you?
He sat there, listening to how some lacking man never showed up on the date he agreed to. His lips curving up each time a soft curse left your slick lips. Even though Ego wasn’t the type of guy who did relationships, he still knew what a waste it was to stand up someone as pretty as you.
Seeing how you dolled yourself up especially made something in him turn. Growing more dismay that some man flirted with you, effectively leading you on like some toy.
“What an imbecile.”
His words made you snap out of your thoughts, gazing at him as he looked more annoyed than ever.
“Mr. Jinpachi?”
“The bar is closing soon,” the bartender butted in, tossing the rag over their shoulder tiredly.
With that, Ego stood up, his tall, lanky body shadowing your form perfectly. Giving the bartender some cash to cover both of your tabs like it was nothing.
Before you could even protest, he was already walking out. Your form followed quickly, heels clicking against the tile to catch up to the male.
“Thank you for listening to me.” You breathed, finally catching up to the dark-haired male. His eyes moved to you, “It was nothing.”
“I never planned on bothering you, Mr. Jinpachi.”
“Never said you did.”
His words made your heart flutter. Though you walked at his side, eyes trained on the ground below you.
“Why were you at the bar?” You questioned, not really expecting him to give you a straight answer. Though Ego heavily sighed.
“My mind was in disarray. It was quite frustrating.” “About what?” You tilted your head.
A small grin grew on Ego’s face as he looked down at you.
“I could show you if you’d like.”
“Mr. Jinpachi!” You gasp, nails clutching the bed sheets below you. Your body quivered and shook as the male’s tongue lapped at your sensitive bud. His chin was shiny with slick as his glasses fogged up from the heat.
Ego’s long fingers curled inside of you as he fucked them into your pussy. Enjoying the sound of your whimpers and needy gasps for air.
He raised his head, spitting onto your core as he rubbed you with force. Your mind felt like it was splitting as you moaned, body moving, writhing around due to the pleasure.
“Stay put, you nuisance.”
Ego’s forearms held down your thighs as he ate you out hungrily. They always said to never drink on an empty stomach, and he was making sure he would be filled by the end of the night.
Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm hit you, whimpering out how you were about to cum. Though Ego deliberately ignored your pleas for him to slow down. His fingers moved as his tongue never slowed. Forcing you to ride out your orgasm.
Perhaps this is what he needed to clear his head after all.
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ fwb, implied sex, angst, fwb to more, mentions of drugs & drinking, ooc, mdni(?)
You’re so pretty—so pretty to the point it annoyed him.
Chris often had time to spare whenever he went on trips. Besides all of his modeling gigs, advertising appointments, or just football. He had a routine. Go to a party, club, bar—you name it, find some lonely chick and get a contract going.
It couldn’t even be called friends with benefits; he didn’t consider the latter a friend, just some person he’d call up for a fuck for a week or two.
Once he got bored, he’d find someone else or go home. Quite simple. He liked to keep it simple. Having a contract helps with the simplicity of his goal. No feelings. No attachment. No drama.
Recently, his team had decided to keep training in his city. Meaning he didn’t have to travel for training like usual. He didn’t particularly care; he had connections to keep him entertained.
One of his connections being you. Some chick he ran into a year back at some dingy club, one that would make most celebrities like him hesitant to be caught in. The place was filled with smoke, mixtures of substances that could immediately ruin his career, and drunks that carried on with their life–or whatever was left of it that is.
You were sitting on one of the couches, swirling a drink around. Eyes staring down at your phone, fully unbothered. What he saw was a pretty lady fully bored. Someone who he could easily find entertainment in. It was a win-win for him.
The moment he walked over to you, it was the start of a long on-and-off situation.
Chris couldn’t remember how many contracts he had with you. Some last a week, others last a month or two.
They were never long enough.
All the blonde wanted was some satisfaction. Short pleasure to keep himself from being bored—stuck.
“Let’s extend the contract to a year… no, two years…”
Chris’s lips were wet, lingering across your hot skin as he laid in bed with you. Clothes were thrown about, covers wrinkled as your bodies were still in the middle of recovering from your previous activity.
He couldn’t keep his hands off you, hands squeezing the soft plush of your skin as if he could leave his mark on you. His eyes trailed over your features, full of yearning. Chris hadn’t drunk, fully sober, though he felt drunk from the mere closeness of you.
“C’mon baby… just a bit more, yeah?”
He breathed out, peppering kisses higher up your jawline.
“Chris, we already extended this…” Your words hit him hard, though he shook his head, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He knew what you said was true. Last month, he asked for an extension, making tonight the final night of the contract's time.
His silence made you sigh, sitting up in the comfortable bed. The covers pooling at your hips. The intimate atmosphere cracked as he pulled away from you.
“It wouldn’t hurt to extend it longer.”
“Chris, you and I both know what extending the contract means.” You frown, eyes trailing over his too-perfect looks. His lips tightened into a line, mentally flinching.
Extending the contract meant feelings lingered. Feelings that were not allowed to be involved. Extending the contract once was already a red flag. A flag he so desperately forced his mind to ignore.
You sucked in a breath, sighing heavily as you ran a hand through your messy hair. “Did you catch feelings?”
Chris froze, eyes widening a fraction, jaw clenched.
Catch feelings? Him? It was only meant to be fun, a little bit of satisfaction for both parties. But now he was feeling everything he dreaded.
“Just admit it, Chris.”
The pro shook his head, a sharp, breathy laugh leaving his parted lips. “I don’t want to.” Your eyes softened slightly. You, of all people, out of all his hookups, knew how Chris was.
“We can just… renew it.”
His mask was slipping, once warm body growing cold. He felt like he was losing you and himself actively.
“You caught feelings, Chris.”
Silence filled the air as you repeated yourself. Confidence in your tone as if you were speaking a fact. Silence covered the air around you.
And then–the truth spilled out in a shaky exhale.
“... yeah.”
One syllable. Fragile as glass on concrete.
Chris ran both hands through his blonde hair, gripping it at the roots like he was trying to physically hold himself together.
He was the egotistical guy. One who paraded around the fact that he wasn’t leashed down by a partner. A guy as free as a bird. Untouchable unless he allowed it.
The man who carried contracts for a simple week of false intimacy.
Your body moved, bare legs thrown over the edge of the bed. Chris froze, body shaking slightly. He was devastated. Devastated because you were ending things–and worse: you saw right through him.
Like he was some children’s picture book.
“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, “I swear I didn’t–”
“Chris.”
The second you called him—soft, gentle—Chris completely shattered.
A broken sound escaped his throat–not quite a sob, not quite a gasp. Just pure ache.
In one frantic motion, the blonde wrapped his arms around your form. Pulling your back flat against his built chest. He was a drowning man clutching his only life force. His lips trailed over the skin on the back of your neck. Chris wasn’t teasing for once. His actions were pleas for you.
He was pleading the only way he knew how to.
Holding on tightly to you. He didn’t want this to end, for you two to end.
Chris felt small. Scared.
And so damn in love with someone who was about to walk out of his life tonight.
“Chris, I need something–someone stable. Not a fling, not a contract, not some on-and-off shit.”
You were asking for commitment. Something he wasn’t familiar with. His body went still like the world stopped spinning.
“Can I trust you?”
Trust him? Trust him to commit to you? Like some pathetic romcom male lead from a movie. Could he do that? Even for you?
“... I can be,” he choked out, voice cracking for the first time ever. “I don’t know how yet, but I’ll learn. For you.”
“You can trust me. Give me a chance?”
Your lip went between your teeth as you stared out at the rain hitting the bedroom window. Your hands slowly raised to rub his forearm, feeling it tighten around your body.
“Okay…” You whispered, head tilting down as you felt his face bury into your back, breath hot and heavy. “Thank you.”
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ sfw, strangers to ???, reader is in mid-twenties, might be ooc, fem reader
⋆ ° ꩜.ᐟ requested by anon
Ego didn’t care much for whatever happened after the big matches. Normally, standing to the side as the boys were busy taking pictures with fans or signing merchandise.
It didn’t include him–he didn’t want to be included–either way, who on earth would want to take pictures with the coach?
What he didn’t know was that you did. You moved through the crowd, vip lanyard hanging around your neck, hair done up all prettily. Your eyes looked around, seemingly searching for someone in particular.
His eyes found you first. You were older than most fans, probably mid-twenties if he had to guess. But it wasn’t your age that caught his attention, nor your looks (that easily stood out); it was the fact that you weren’t wearing the team’s jersey. Or colors, for that matter.
Ego almost didn’t recognize the jersey for a moment, not until you went closer to him. Hands stretching out the lower part of the jersey you wore, shyly smiling up at the older man.
“Hi, could you sign my jersey?”
He didn’t think he’d ever see anyone wearing those colors again. His old team’s colors, as if they were still active. Especially when the number you were sporting on your back used to belong to him.
The brunette didn’t know how to respond. For once, someone took him off balance. “I suppose…” He didn’t miss the way your eyes brightened, ears tinting cutely as he leaned over slightly. His right hand reached out with a black marker as he signed his signature across your top.
“Is that all?” He breathed, straightening his posture, glasses gleaming in the sun as he looked down at you.
Ego watched you nervously play with the lanyard around your neck. “Yes, thank you.” His eyes traveled down your form as you bowed politely.
It was as if he were analyzing a new piece of information. As if you’d be the new piece he needed to benefit from some match. But what match would he need you for? Certainly something far from football.
“Ego?” He broke from his thoughts to find the space in front of him empty now. Anri stood at his side as the team stared at him with knowing looks.
“If you imbeciles are all done, head into the locker room.”
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ sfw, established relationship, fem reader, hurt/comfort
⋆ ° ꩜.ᐟ requested by anon
You were amidst getting ready, multitasking as you watched the clock, entertained your boyfriend on the phone, and fixed your hair.
“Why go when you could hang with me?”
A small laugh left you, shaking your head due to Kaiser’s words. “No, Micha, this has been planned for a week now. I can’t just not go now.” Kaiser grumbled from the other end, stuffing his face into his black silk pillowcases. Blonde hair was messy, with strands sticking out in random places.
Your eyes softened, looking at the screen, before a notification popped up at the top of the screen. With furrowed brows, you grabbed the device, clicking on the notification as it redirected you to a post from your friend.
It was a few photos, all of her and the new girl posing at the arcade. Your movements froze slightly, teeth nibbling on your inner cheek as you thought about the fact that the two of you were supposed to go to the arcade today. In less than thirty minutes.
“Uhm, I’ll call you back…” You muttered, hanging up on your boyfriend before he could even react. Your fingers swiped through your contacts before finding [friend’s name].
Genuinely, you thought she wouldn’t pick up your call. As it rang all the way through until the girl picked up on the last ring.
“Uh, hey [Name]?”
There was obvious hesitance in her voice, though you bit your tongue to push back your attitude. “Hey, so did the time change for the meet-up?”
“Time change?”
“Yeah, I thought we were supposed to hang out in a bit. But I saw your post… So I was just wondering if the time changed?”
There was a pause of silence before your friend answered you, “Oh, right, [new girl’s name] wanted to hang out and I agreed, I figured you wouldn’t care. I guess I forgot to tell you.” Your grip on the phone tightened as you could easily hear the other girl’s giggles on the other end.
“You aren’t mad right? I was just trying to be-”
The call went dead, your thumb hovering over where the red button once was. You wouldn’t let her finish–another excuse that you could add to the book as you sat at your desk quietly.
Your hands ran over your face, a deep breath leaving you as you stared at nothing.
With the last bit of effort, you grabbed your phone and dialed your boyfriend. Your eyes stung as your throat was tight. And once the blonde football player answered, he was already giving you his classic cheeky smirk.
“Missed me too much, liebe?”
His words were cocky, sapphire eyes glinting as he stared at the device. But your silence made his eyebrows twitch. Finally taking notice of how you were on the brink of breaking down.
“What happened?”
You let out a shaky breath, your hands continuously rubbing your temples as if to calm you down. “She keeps replacing me… like I’m some fucking toy!” You let out, voice wavering.
Kaiser sighed softly, “You’re not a toy…” “You don’t get it. Every time we have plans, or anytime I try to be a friend, she always pushes me away. It’s always about the new girl. I’m a joke to them…”
“Well, you still have me. Who cares about them, Liebe? They’re not worth your time.” You let out a few sniffles, eyes watering as more time went by.
“I’m coming over, okay? Get into some of the clothes I’ve bought ya, I’ll come dry your tears for you.” You nodded, using your sleeves to wipe your wet cheeks. Despite both your mind and heart being heavy, Kaiser’s words made you feel a bit better.
The car ride was silent all the way back to your place. Sae glanced at you a few times. The cogs in his head were moving as he thought up what could be the reason as to why his girlfriend was unnaturally quiet all night.
Tonight had been one of your many date nights. Sae bought your whole outfit and jewelry for the night, took you to a fancy restaurant, and everything. But you could barely muster up a non-half-assed smile. Your mind was somewhere else tonight, and he noticed immediately.
“Huh, whatare you doing?” You questioned, watching your boyfriend undo his seatbelt as he got out of the car and went to the passenger side. “Going inside? Do you not want me to?” He questioned, eyebrow raising slightly.
You parted your lips before shaking your head. Muttering a small thank you as he helped you out of the vehicle.
“No, you can… it’s okay.” You reply, walking to your doorstep, with the male following behind you. His eyes are on you, watching your sluggish movement.
The moment the two of you are inside, Sae makes you sit on the couch, as he pulls you onto his lap. His hands were running over your waist as he looked up into your eyes.
“Wanna tell me what’s going on with you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He scoffed, grip tightening. “Do you take me as a fool, blossom?” His questions lingered in the air around you as you let out a soft sigh. Crumbling under the weight of his stare.
“It’s [Friend’s name]...” “What about them?”
You took in a breath through your nose, throat tightening as the thoughts that clouded your mind for the past few weeks were finally going to be voiced out.
“I try so hard to keep myself tethered to her. I’ve known her for so long… and at one point I would’ve called her my best friend. But now it’s like she’s drifting away from me. Always changing our plans, always leaving me out of conversations, and what happens in her life…”
Sae listened to your words, his hands gently rubbing your waist and hips as he nodded along to what you let out from your heart.
“And I know she isn’t obligated to tell me anything but… I don’t know, watching her easily forget about me–hurts. It really hurts. Am I that easy to replace, Sae?”
Your boyfriend froze, his face turning serious as he shook his head. “Absolutely not. Anyone is lucky to even gaze upon you, Blossom. She’s wasting the chance she has to be friends with you.”
You let out a half-hearted laugh, not fully believing his words. Sae noticed this and let out a sigh, “Some people aren’t meant to be permanent in your life. They come and go, and you can’t stop that.” You nodded along, tears brimming in your eyes as you buried your face into the space where his neck and shoulders met.
“If she can’t see how great it is to have you around, then that’s her loss.”
You nodded as he held you close, his ringed fingers running smoothly over your back. Silence occupied the room as he sat there holding you.
“Don’t let someone lukewarm bring you down.”
A small laugh left you as you raised your head from Sae’s shoulder. His signature phrase makes a smile grow on your face. “Yeah, okay, Sae.”
The rest of the night, the two of you moved into your bedroom, clothes thrown about as you were dressed in more comfortable clothing. Your face was buried into his chest as he told you mindless things about his recent weeks and games.
⋆˚꩜｡tied with a ribbon || noa, chris, loki, snuffy, and lavinho
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ sfw, established relationship, aged up, fem reader, suggestive!
⋆ ° ꩜.ᐟ requested by anon
⋆ ° ꩜.ᐟ HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE AND HAPPY NEW YEARS
Noa was exhausted to say the least. Muscles tense, shoes dragging along the floor, and a hand reaching mindlessly into his pocket to find his house keys.
Practice has been a hassle, not to mention the stress of the upcoming matches he will have. All he wanted to do was get home and listen to his wife yap about whatever she did throughout her day.
At least he did all this for her. So his precious wife could live a stress-free life. With no work, no duties, just simply being able to live her life freely. Besides the moments of the annoying media interrupting her time.
The minute Noel walked across the threshold of the door, his body instinctively shook off the cold air from outside, the warmth of his home welcoming him quite naturally.
His eyes looked at the Christmas tree, presents littered underneath the tree, as other decorations were placed around the home. Though one thing was missing.
His wife.
“Sweetheart?”
He spoke gruffly, body freezing partially to wait to see if you respond. And not even a second later, a quiet, “In here!” Came from the bedroom, as he hummed and made his way over to the slightly shut door.
His large body pushed open the bedroom door, candles lit up the room, and he slowly dropped his duffel bag onto the ground.
Sharp eyes focused on you, who was on the bed, a bright red ribbon was wrapped around your limbs, coming to tie in small bows on your body.
“Merry Christmas, Honey!”
You smiled, sitting up on your knees, as the dress you wore slipped down your form. He swallowed dryly, eyes trailing down your body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
“Are you my present?” He breathed as he stepped closer to the bed, and you let out a small giggle, nodding. “Mhm, aren’t I everything you ever wanted?”
“And more…” He sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, and as you crawled over to him, your dress moved, allowing the perfect amount of cleavage show to him.
“You look perfect…” He breathed, dipping his head down to trail hot kisses down your jaw and along your cleavage.
His muscles relaxed, the more you touched you. His hands running along your body as he began to untie your ribbons.
“Cutie I’m home!”
Chris was loud as ever, strolling inside as he dropped his bag down and went through the kitchen. Making his daily rounds of finding what his lovely wife made for dinner, along with trying to search for what projects you began while he was away.
Pretty little decorations were placed around the kitchen, a small tree in the corner of the room, making him smile at the warmth that bled through the home.
Though the lack of your presence made his curiosity spike.
The blonde made his way to the bedroom, slowly opening the door to have a look around. Though he didn’t have to look far. As he quickly spotted your figure, dressed in light blue lace lingerie with a thong-style bottom and delicate straps that criss-crossed.
Your thighs and arms were wrapped with light blue ribbons. He let out a confident laugh, “Happy holidays to me…”
You couldn’t get a word out before the blonde jumped at you. His large body covered yours as he gripped your hips tightly.
“Dressed up for me, cutie?” Chris murmured, groaned as he pulled at the ribbon on your skin with his teeth.
“I must’ve been so good this year, huh?” He growled, sucking your thigh as a dark hickie was left.
“Chris, do not rip this one, please!” You whine, already feeling his large hands grip the edges of your lace outfit.
“Shh, I’ll buy you a new one… better yet, I’ll buy you a whole store.”
It had been around ten minutes since you left Loki by himself on the couch. His eyes had long left the random holiday romance movie and were now staring dead at the bedroom door.
“Close your eyes, Julian!” You call from behind the bedroom door. The male sighed, lolling his head to the side as he closed his eyes obediently.
He heard the door open and close along with a few footsteps.
“Okay, open them.”
Loki opened his eyes, only to find you standing before him in a pretty little dress, along with a ribbon that tied around your skin comfortably.
He trailed his eyes over you, licking his lips at the sight of you.
“I get to open my gift early?” He murmured.
You nodded with a giggle as you quickly moved to him. Allowing him to pull you onto his lap, hands hugging your thighs as he looked over you more closely.
“Mm, can you be my present every year?” He questioned lowly, burying his face into your chest as you laughed. Massaging his shoulders gently.
“Mhm, every year.”
You had sent Snuffy on a small scavenger hunt. Which your husband easily went along with it. As his eyes brightened with each hint he found.
The clues were rather easy, and the little puzzles you had come up with had small connections with the holidays and memories the two of you have shared.
“This is the last hint, the prize can be found where your best memories are made.”
He read aloud the hint, as he looked around the home, thoughts running wild until he spotted the bedroom door, which had been closed for this whole time.
Snuffy walked over, a grin plastered across his features as he slowly peeked his head into the room. But what he found made his jaw drop.
There you were sprawled out onto the bed, limbs tied up with ribbon, a pretty little bow perched on your head as your body was barely covered by a see-through, fluffy robe.
“Congratulations, on finding me~” You grinned as the male slowly stalked closer to the bed, his hands shakily reaching out towards you. Snuffy didn’t know why he suddenly got so shy.
Considering the two of you have been married for quite a while now.
“Best prize I could ever win.” He sighed, grabbing your face and pulling you into a passionate kiss. You gasp, not expecting the kiss as you melt into it.
“Princess!”
Lavinho called, his energy filling the room easily as he looked around the livingroom. Though he noticed you were nowhere to be seen.
He began looking around, eyes trained on every spot he could think of. But once he got to the bedroom, he grinned, knowing you had to be in there if anything.
Though what he wasn’t suspecting was to find you on the bed, body in barely anything with a bow on your head, a bright red ribbon was tied around your limbs, coming across to cover your breasts, as another bow was placed to hide your private flower.
Lavinho gulped, eyes trailing your body hungrily.
“Oh? What is all of this?” He questioned not being able to stop the large smirk from growing on his attractive features.
“Wanted to give you the perfect gift. Do you like it?” You questioned, tilting your head as he nodded quickly.
He was already pulling off his shirt, revealing his well-defined body. “Will I have to wait to open my gift, or can I get an early pass tonight?”
Lavinho questioned, slowly crawling onto the bed and on top of you as you smiled up at him, hands tracing his body as he held himself back from giving in to his urges.
“Mm, not sure, have you been good this year?” You teased, making the male groan, dropping his head down to your shoulder as he nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been so fucking good..”
“Then what are you waiting for?” You whispered into his ear. Your husband trembled before he finally gave in, latching onto you like a needy animal in heat.
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw, mdni, established relationship, aged up, might be ooc
Perhaps you shouldn’t have brought up your husband’s old rival. Or perhaps it was a good idea. As it led to your face being shoved against your pillow, ass in the air, as your white-haired man let out his annoyance with each snap of his hips.
Maybe mentioning how good he looked for his age was a mistake. A simple compliment, one even Noel has gotten from many fans and players around. So it blew over your head how he would react to hearing you compliment Ego.
“Noa–” You moaned, as your hands shakily reached to move the messy hair from your face. The striker lifted your head, by your hair, dark eyes praying on you like a target.
“Hm?” he huffed out, roughly, as his pace seemed to slow by a fraction. “I’m sorry,” You stuttered, gasping as your body was being forcibly pulled from it’s high.
“You’re still thinking about that bastard? How much harder must I fuck it out of you?”
Your eyes widen as Noa lets go of your hair, his large calloused hand moving to wrap around your neck instead. By pure strength, he lifted you, making you arch your back as he began to thrust into your used hole. Strangled moans, leaving you as you could barely breathe in enough air to stop you from blacking out.
Tears and smeared makeup stained your face, drool glistening on your chin as your man fucked you harder than ever.
Sure, Noa could be rough in bed, but it was really only when he had some built-up stress or aggravation from a match. “No-Noa…”
“Fuck”
The male felt you tighten around his cock, his thrusts freezing for a second. His lips were parted, eyes trained on how your body seemed to finally let go from it’s built up release.
You gulped, head lolling to the side, as your lips fluttered around his slick cock. Seconds later, your juices covered him, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of your pretty little pussy squirting.
Noa slowly pulled out, using his now free hand to jerk his juice-covered dick before a long, deep groan followed his own spurts of cum falling onto your lower back.
A sigh left him, one of relief as he finally seemed content. Though you were babbling nonsense, muttering his name and quiet i love yous.
Loki was attached to you. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as his lips were latched onto your quivering heat. Obscene noises filled your living room as the short-haired man devoured your cunt.
“Julian…” You gasped. Nails scratched at the couch’s fabric; the idea of rips went past you. The male growled, voice deep as he sucked on your lips, like it was some juicy candy.
With each ravenous tug and suck, your vision blurred. The sensation of your man eating you out was intense. Your sanity hanging by a string as moans and whimpers left you. The pleas of continuance reached his ears generously.
It wasn’t like he was starved–at least he had dinner–you weren’t sure how it was on the road.
After two glasses of wine, he became like this. Some starved beast that only wanted you. Loki had kissed every limb and crevice of your body, starting from your lips and working his way down. And for the past few minutes, he was still latched to your dripping, sensitive pussy.
“G’nna cum… Julian…” Your breath hitched, voice fading as your eyes clamped shut. Body shaking as it fell back against the cushions.
The kneeling man smirked, his actions not letting up as he buried his face between your legs. His touch bruises as he slurps every last drop of your cum from out of you.
With gasping breaths, your lidded eyes were struggling to stay on your husband. He just leaned back, daring to say thank you for his meal as you were dealing with aftershocks.
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ established relationship, fem reader, fluff/crack
“And that’s it for the first half. We will now go into halftime.”
You watched as the players began walking into the lockerroom or began their stretches on the field. Your eyes are traveling across each one before landing on your white-haired husband.
His sharp eyes went across his teammates before getting down on the artificial grass and stretching as well.
Noa couldn’t necessarily bring you along to every match of his, so sometimes you found times where you could take yourself. Whether it was hopping on a plane or driving a few hours, you were always somewhere in the crowd.
You didn’t buy vip seats, you didn’t ask for special treatment, you just sat with the fans, no one really recognized you anyway. Granted, your relationship wasn’t that popular in the media afterall.
“We’ll begin one of our special segments. Let’s find our special guests today!”
Your mind completely ignored the announcer, eyes still on your husband with a dreamy look. That was until you felt eyes on you. Lifting your head, you stared in surprise at the big screen, your face staring back as you looked down, panicked to find Noa looking at the screen as well.
“It seems one of our players’ wife’s are in the crowd today! Let’s give you a gift, shall we?”
And to your right, the stadium’s mascot came down the stairs and gave you a bouquet before you could even utter a word. You bashfully waved your hand at your husband. His sharp eyes softening slightly at the sight of you.
Maybe you overdid it. Shades, a large coat, and a hat? Sure, you wanted to go to your husband’s matches without being seen, but was this too much? In your defense, he almost caught you last time. So it was better to be safe than sorry…
Right?
Wrong. Because now you’re embarrassedly taking off your shades and hat while the giant screen watches you.
You raised your hand and waved down at Marc, who waved back in shock. But then he turned to his teammates, and the ego he was letting out could be seen from where you sat in the stands.
A proud smile was plastered onto his face as he pointed at you.
You could see some of the players awkwardly wave up at you. But it was cut short by the bell being rung for the match to start back up again.
Though Snuffy didn’t wait a single moment after the match before running out of the locker room to come and find you.
He wasn’t letting a single fan or sponsor stop him from getting to his wife.
To say you were trying to hide the fact that you were going to your husband’s matches would be an overstatement. Because each time Lavinho would score a goal, you would be jumping out of your seat, celebrating with your seat neighbors.
Though this time, you must have been a bit too obvious. As the announcers moved the cameras to you for being the “Most excited fan” in the stadium after your lover scored the winning goal.
The sudden attention didn’t hinder your spirits, as the moment the male spotted you, he began to jump and wave back up at you. His yells are practically making their way to your ears.
His arms reached and grabbed his teammate as he called out to you, announcing that you were his wife, and that his wife just watched his amazing goal.
He would carry you down to the field if he could. Granted, you matched his energy, jumping more as you called back to him happily.
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ established relationship, transmasc reader, angst/fluff/comfort
“Those idiots on the field should have passed to me more…” Barou grumbled, walking into the lounge room, his hand coming to lightly hit the back of your head. He was expecting you to shoot a playful comment his way or hit him back, but you didn’t move an inch.
His brows furrowed coming around the couch, red eyes on your form, which was curled onto the couch, eyes distant as you stared at your hands.
“Hey, what ya doing still in your jersey on the couch?” He glared, partly annoyed, though he found your actions a bit weird. “I should quit the team…”
Your words made his body freeze, a tick mark forming on his forehead. “Cut the bullshit.”
“I’m not as good as the other guys! I’m dragging the team!”
Before his eyes, you stared up at him, hands moving erratically, eyes widening, distress covering your features.
The brunette huffed, moving and kneeling before his boyfriend. “What the hell is going on? I won’t understand until you tell me.” Barou tried to be as calm as he could, though listening to someone he cares about belittle themselves made him close to snapping.
“I don’t have the skills… I can’t match up to the others…” You murmured, eyes watering. He sighed, watching you, his hand raised, and gently rubbed your thigh. Awkwardly yet fluidly, like it was second nature. “You’re just as good, if not better than those losers on this team. At least you can pass to me correctly.”
Barou felt pathetic just watching you wipe your eyes. This wasn’t something he was used to when it came to you. Normally, you would be bouncing around, smack-talking, and getting on his nerves.
Awkward silence fell over the room. Barou clicked his tongue, grabbing your hand as he tugged on it to make you put your attention on him. “You’re better than them. Nothing you do pushes the team back nor drags us down… me down… You’re perfect, so please smile again for me. Don’t put yourself down.”
You bit your lip, staring down at Barou, his red eyes searching yours as if to just at any given moment you happen to mutter another negative comment about yourself. “Okay… fine.”
“That’s my good boy.”
His words made you freeze, he seemed to still be in the moment, though you breaking out into laughter made his ears burn red. “Hah?!”
“Sorry, sorry, I’m not laughing at you, I swear!” You quickly stated not able to hold back your laughter. “No! That’s the last time I try to be nice!” Barou growled, standing up and stomping off. You laughed, tears dropping from your eyes as you couldn’t stop. Your boyfriend stopped at the doorway, turning his head to look at you, a small smile tugging at his lips at the sight that you were okay now. Though the moment you stood, he quickly left the room.
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ established relationship, fem reader, drunk reader, aged up, suggestive, shy -> extroverted reader
The blasting music was like silent thudding in your ears, the loud chatter coming from surrounding party goers were like mumbles and murmurs. Your body swayed, a liquid smile pulling at the corners of your lips.
Your boyfriend was watching you carefully. Knowing how you got when drunk, his eyes traveled over your figure and back to you two. His hands ghosted around your hips, making sure nobody bumped into you. Or got too close.
The male froze slightly, feeling you push yourself against him. Your body was warm against him, his hands shaky at your sides as he tried to help stabilize your body.
“C’mon…” He muttered, head leaning down beside your ear. “Mm, can we go upstairs?” You whispered, barely able to keep your voice at a balanced volume. Hiori nodded, already helping you towards the stairs.
Your boyfriend knew the host of the party, who was the type to keep the upstairs of his place off limits–so Hiori had permission to use the secluded rooms if needed.
Hiori had to carry you up the stairs, which didn’t bother him at all. He enjoyed the fact that you needed him. He loved catering to you. “Mm, it’s so quiet!” You commented, swaying your head to look around, your eyes were dilated, objects moving in your vision even though they were inanimate.
The male sighed, placing you down onto the bed, “You’re pretty far gone, huh, pretty?” He commented, leaning down to be at eye level with you.
His hand reached out to gently grab your cheek, earning a whine from you. “I’ll go get some water for you. Stay here.” Hiori ordered, while standing up and turning to leave the room.
Though he didn’t make it far, your hand latched onto his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed. Gibberish, leaving you as if to plead with him to stay. Your eyes watered, making him panic slightly in surprise.
“Hey, hey, why are you crying? I’m not leavin' for good.”
Your sniffles gre,w making him sigh and sit on the side of the bed. Hands in his lap as he tilts his head to the side, tired eyes looking into your own clouded ones.
“How can you be so prett–mmph?!”
Hiori wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Your lips latched onto his own, left hand on his thigh as your right was on the bed, your body leaned forward to reach his lips.
He pulled back for air, panting as he wasn’t expecting to kiss so suddenly. “Pretty…” He finished confused. You let out a small, disappointed huff, your body moving onto his lap as your thighs straddled him.
“Whatcha doin'?” He murmured, hands planted onto the plush of your thighs. You gripped his face lightly in your hands, pulling him into another sudden kiss. Your head tilted in delight as he melted into the kiss. His wide eyes relaxed before fully closing.
Your hands left his cheeks, falling down to his chest as your nails raked over his shirt. Catching onto the buttons of the material. A small groan left him, your sudden confident movements making his hold tighten around you.
“You’re drunk, pretty…” He whispered, tearing away from you. His self-restraint weakened at the sight of your drunken pout.
“Mm, Yo, do you like it when I kiss you? That can’t be… you’re hard after all…” You coed, hand brushing over the tent in his pants. Hiori’s breath hitched, body tensing as he fought to not fully melt in your touch.
“Pretty… please…”
“Mm?” You hummed, leaning forward and trailing kisses along his jawline. He was sure you could probably devour him if you so wished. Which he wasn’t against it, but you weren’t in the right mindset.
His hands run over your back, his hand coming to grab at your neck gently. “Wanna go get some… uh, ice cream?” He suggested. Hiori inwardly cringed at his words. The way your glossy eyes just ran over his features as if to analyze his intentions.
“Awe are, you're shy, Yo?” You giggled, your drunken mind completely reading him wrong. The male sighed, nodding his head with a wimpy smile, “Uh, yeah… yeah, so can we take a moment, please?”
“Of course!” You say happily, placing a few lasting kisses on his features.
By the time Hiori was able to get away from your never-ending kisses and down the stairs. The party was still going on, though the host was now standing in front of him. Eyebrow raised as a cup of some random alcoholic mix was in his hand.
“So…” Karasu hummed, but earned a glare from Hiori as the blue-haired man carried his sleeping girlfriend out the front door.
Karasu turned to his friends and laughed, “So you think he knows that there are lipstick stains on his face?”
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