Slam Dunk boys who would tease you to call your attention
Miyagi Ryota
Do it only to make you laugh. So if you start getting really mad, he stops. If he notices you're uncomfortable, he apologizes;
Never uses physical touch to tease you;
Do it in a really polite way, and only when he feels you're in the mood;
Prefers to tease you in a way that he can show off at the same time;
Nobunaga Kiyota
Nobunaga only teases you if you're friends. If you're childhood friend, teasing is the basis of your comunication;
Nobunaga can be such annoying as a young brother, and he'd become even worse if he starts falling in love with you;
He starts to make you mad by teasing you as a defense mechanism, like he's trying to prove to himself that you're not the type of girl he would fall for. "See how horrible she is when she's mad? How would I ever fall for a girl like her? I like the cute ones that are gentle and calm!"
Can use physical touch to tease you, but stops if he starts falling in love, because touching you makes his heart pound;
Mito Yohei
Do it to make you laugh;
Loves to poke your cheeks;
He melts inside when his teasing make you run after him to give him a noogie;
Assumes he's the only guy that can tease you if you're good friends. So he gets really mad if he sees another guy teasing you;
Immediatly stops and apologizes if he feels you're umconfortable with the teasing;
If Mito realizes he's in love with you, his teasing becomes kindda clumsy;
Ookusu Yuji
His teasing is professional;
He doesn't stop until you hit him with a slap on his back or a punch on his head;
Likes to pull your cheeks with his fingers;
Sometimes steals your food during lunch if you're not giving him enough attention or ignoring his teasing;
He does it only if you're good friends;
Only teases you because he's madly in love with you and cannot think of a better way to call your attention because he thinks you're too much for him;
I feel so sorry for the guy that teases you in front of Ookusu
Sawakita Eiji
His teasing is so adorable and childish that is hard to get really mad at him;
Do it to make you laugh, but if you're mad, is a bonus for him;
Because he thinks your mad face is the most adorable thing;
Sudden pokes on your ribs during class and then pretend that nothing happened are his favorite
Only do it if you're friends;
Laugh loud at your energetic reactions;
Sometimes he does it until you run after him in the hallway to hit him with your school bag;
Hates to see other guy teasing you. However, Sawakita knows that he's popular, so he uses only his presence to discourage the guy;
Sendoh Akira
THE TEASING KING™
Sendoh is the most terrifying teaser because he does it and STAYS CALM WITH THAT BUM FACE imagine a guy that can easily break all your composure down in seconds and stay calmly grinning at you that's Sendoh
Sendoh is able to do it even if you're not friends. But to do it, he has to be extremelly interested on you. And if you're not interested in basketaball at all, or if his reputation on Ryonan doesn't make you give him even a bit of attention, prepare yourself, because Sendoh is
STUBBORN, STUBBORN, STUBBORN, STUBBORN LIKE HELL so he won't stop til he gets what he wants
Teases you to test your reactions and he has a lot of fun doing it;
Don't you dare show nervousness around him because is EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTS;
Asks to taste your lunch and doesn't even wait your answer to take something from your bento;
Openly wants to do school activities with you so he'll have more opportunities to tease you;
Doesn't use physical touch to tease you at first, only if you grow closer;
When you're closer enough, he learns to poke you in a way that makes you jump suddenly on your place. And he does it in a way nobody notices him, only your sudden move.
If you ever try to hit him because of something he did to tease you, it's done. He won;
Silently protects you from guys that could be crazy enough like him to tease you;
Oooh something warm with cuddling hcs for Ryota, Sawakita and sakuragi the America group lol
To warm your day, sweetie! Thank you so much for the request!
I feel like putting this one in a marriage context bc I'm into some marriage and family hcs
Miyagi Ryota
Him being the big spoon to make you feel safe;
Him being the small spoon only after marriage because he won't have to control himself;
Likes to lay down in a way he can smell your hair;
I can super imagine him after you two are married and you're pregnant, him being the big spoon and caressing your belly while talking to you and the kid, the plans for their childhood playing basketball with mom and dad;
Loves to sleep like this during winter;
Love tickles attacks or tickles wars between you two!
Sakuragi Hanamichi
Looooves to cuddle!
Cuddling with you is heaven, but he really struggles to do it. I think he'll only feel 100% safe when you two are finally married because Sakuragi has such a pure heart and doesn't want to have a dirty look over you.
Cuddling is really intimate, so it really messes up with his mind and body and he has hard time controling his thoughts and impulses.
So when he's finally comfortable, he would love to hold you tight while being the big spoon
But his heaven is when you are the big spoon. He loves to feel your legs around him like a koala and, you know, the rest...
One of his favorite Sunday moments is taking a nap with you like cuddling
Sawakita Eiji
Big spoon and touches you only asking your permition and makes only things that make you feel comfortable
Neck kisses (small and quick pecks);
He likes to make you laugh putting his legs and arms around you and lifting you up to change the side you are lying down.
You try to do the same and he laughs so hard when you just can't even make him move;
Tickles attack!
When he notices you are down or anxious, he just silently pulls you for a cuddle when you two go to bed. He kisses your head, silently saying he's there for you;
Hey! Do you think you can do hcs for Ryota? What he's like when he has a crush, that sort of thing
─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : lovestruck ☆
⸝⸝ tl;dr : miyagi ryota is down bad for you !!
⸝⸝ note : yippeee im on a roll !! finally had a bit of free time, so im answering some long overdue asks :DD
GIRL . have you seen the way he treats ayako ?? yeah, he'd be exactly like that <33
assuming that you guys are on speaking terms/ are friends, he would take each and every opportunity to be close to you !
what's that? your bag feels a little heavy? oh, let ryota carry it for you !! he needs the strength training, after all !
woah, woah, woah, what are you doing? you're holding too much stuff, you can't possibly open that door on your own ! let ryota hold it open for you :DD
can't open a can ? ryota's got you covered ; didn't catch something in class ? he'd ask the teacher, just to be sure ; forgot your water ? take his !!
to me, ryota's love language would be acts of service, alongside quality time -- you don't even need to say or do anything around him, he's just content being in your presence
let me tell you this though -- he is NOT subtle !! if he starts having a crush on you, you will for sure notice >:))
if you're uncomfortable with that, then he'd back off, but he'll still check in with you from time to time -- you were his friend first before his crush, after all
his way of confessing would surprisingly be old-fashioned : a carefully written letter in his best handwriting, sealed in a neat envelope, with a single flower right next to it (your favorite, of course.)
he would leave it on your desk when you're not in the room, at the end of class just before he goes off to basketball practice; to him, it gives you time to think about his words, and it also gives him some time to get his nerves together
although, whatever your decision is, he'll support !! if you reject him, he'd be downhearted and maybe sulk a little bit, but in the end he prioritizes the bond you share over his feelings
and if you accept him / like him back, well, let me just say that he'll be waxing lyrical to the basketball team about it ;))
tags: SMUT . minors DNI . fem reader . reader is a demihuman . needy reader . rough fucking . multiple orgams
aria's comments: look at me being responsible and not disappearing for 6 days as usual🙂↕️🙂↕️. im horny and this is really short okay bye enjoy. NOT PROOFREAD!!!!
the apartment you and sae shared reeked of your pheromones—thick, sweet and desperate.
your bunny ears kept twitching uncontrollably, the fluffy tail thrashing against the ruined sheets as another brutal wave of heat ripped through your body. you were a mess, humping sae's thigh like a pathetic little thing while tears stained your flushed cheeks.
"sae...please...I can't take it anymore," you sobbed, grinding harder, leaving a wet trail on his skin. "hurts so bad...I need you to fuck me—"
sae grinned, he grabbed your sensitive ears suddenly, pinching the bases hard. the jolt of pleasure and pain shot straight to your core and made you cry out sharply.
"needy little bunny," he whispered, his voice filled with lust. "look at you, dripping everywhere, ears twitching like a whore in heat. pathetic."
you whimpered as he yanked your ears again, forcing your head back. fresh tears spilled down your face. the sensation was overwhelming—your ears were so sensitive that every tug made your pussy clench hard and he knew that.
sae finally pushed you off, pushing you into your back and shoved his cock inside you in one smooth thrust. thankfully, he slid in pretty quickly as you were completely soaked with slick.
your back arched, a broken cry tearing from you as your cunt spasmed around him, your first orgasm crashing into you the second he bottomed out.
sae groaned as your thighs shook, your cunt gushing slick around his cock as he began fucking you through it. he grabbed your hip with one hand, the other trialing up to your bunny ears to hold onto it. the sudden stimulation made you whine. a moan slipping from you as hot white pleasure filled you.
"fuck—you're so tight,"
sae leaned down, his lips finding the tip of your ear before gently biting down on it. a gasp tore from your throat, eyes rolling back as you clenched around him. tears pouring down your face freely.
"ah—sae wait too much!"
you whimpered, your body seizing up again, your cunt clamping down on him rhythmically as you moaned his name continuously.
sae smirked, both hands finding your hips as he began drilling his thick cock into you—over ajd over again. "love it when you're this desperate."
"nghsae!"
your second orgasm hit harder than before. you screamed, your tail wiggling wildly as pleasure tore through you.
your stomach fluttered as you squirted around his cock, soaking the sheets. he kept fucking you through it, dragging it out until you were twitching and sobbing uncontrollably.
only then did he suddenly flip you onto all fours, yanking you forward to slam back in. in this position he was even deeper, his mushroom tip hitting your cervix with each thrust.
"is that all bunny" he questioned, his voice dripping with mockery. his hand came down, slapping your ass harshly. "c'mon, you can give more cant you? needy little slut."
"fuck fuck..sae please—"
you cried, sae pushed your head into the pillow, forcing your moans and whimpers to muffle as he fucks you. your cunt clenching around him as if trying to milk him.
his hips stuttered in you at the feeling, a grunt escaping him. "good girl..keep clenching like that."
he praises, grinding against your sensitive walls. "poor little thing aren't you? you're in for a long night."
starring — Vivien Hugo, Shidou Ryusei, Godwin Kuso, Michael Kaiser, Julien Loki, Bunny Iglesias, Alexis Ness
content + warnings — smau. crack. very suggestive. mentions of sex. fem reader implied in most of them. probably ooc cus i made this only for fun. — bllk! boys send you a video of them hip thrusting your weight while at the gym
an — i did this half asleep (plus im nawt english) so if you see any mistakes, dont mention it........ty....
Hey beautiful, can I ask for a fluff, Rukawa from Slam Dunk x fem!reader who is manager for the basketball team ? She's so beautiful and flirty, but she's the kind of girl who says "I do this for the girls and the gays" and she's often cold to men except for Rukawa, she's a simp to him. Sorry, I hope this isn't too detailed and that you don't mind. Have a good evening and lots of happiness and love 💛
Crush
pairing: Rukawa Kaede x fem!reader
summary: you shoot your shot
You didn’t become the Shohoku basketball team manager by accident. Hell no!
You became it because you were organized, sharp-tongued, devastatingly pretty, and because you loved basketball almost as much as you loved putting men in their place. Everyone knew that.
You made it very clear.
“I do this for the girls and the gays,” you said once, adjusting your clipboard while Sakuragi stared at you as if he’d just witnessed a religious event.
He later threw a basketball at your head, on purpose!
You were flirtatious in a way that was effortless, lip gloss always perfect, smile slow and knowing but you were cold to men by default.
Polite, yes.
Kind, when necessary. Interested? Rarely. Most of them got a raised eyebrow, a clipped answer, and your back as you walked away.
Except for Rukawa Kaede.
Rukawa, who sat silently tying his shoes while chaos unfolded around him. Rukawa, who barely reacted to anything, except you.
It started small. You offering him water before he asked. You remembering how he liked his towel folded. You standing a little closer to him than strictly professional when the gym got loud and overwhelming.
And then there was the way you looked at him.
Not only was it completely open, it was shamelessly. The way one might thirst over a Victorian ladies exposed ankles.
“You’re staring,” Haruko whispered once.
“I’m appreciating,” you whispered back. “Mind your business.”
Rukawa noticed, of course. He noticed everything about you, even if he pretended not to. The way your perfume changed when you were nervous. The way your voice softened only when you spoke to him. The way you touched his arm when you handed him water or food.
Practice ended late that evening. The gym emptied slowly, echoes of bouncing balls fading into silence. You were gathering cones when you realized you weren’t alone.
Rukawa was still there, sitting on the bench, towel draped around his neck. His hair was damp, eyes heavy but sharp as ever.
“You didn’t leave,” you said lightly.
“You didn’t either,” he replied.
You smiled, a real one, the kind you saved for moments like this. You walked over, holding out his water bottle without thinking. He took it, fingers brushing yours.
It was electric. Every time.
“You seem down today,” you said.
He shrugged. “Tired.”
You nodded, then hesitated before sitting beside him. Close, but not touching. You were always careful. Too careful, maybe. Honestly, it was the overthinker in you.
“I think you’re incredible,” you blurted suddenly.
Rukawa paused mid-sip.
You winced. “Sorry. That was—”
“I know,” he said simply.
“You… know?”
“You’re not subtle.”
Heat rushed to your face, but you laughed. “Yeah. I don’t flirt with subtlety. I flirt with intention.”
“I noticed,” he said. “You don’t look at anyone else like that.”
You tilted your head. “Because I don’t want anyone else.”
Silence settled between you, heavy but not uncomfortable. Rukawa’s shoulder brushed yours this time, intentional. You froze, then relaxed. God, your heart wanted to just rip itself out of your fucking chest!
“You’re different with me,” he said quietly.
“I like you,” you replied just as softly. “And before you ask—no, I don’t do this for men. I do this for you.”
That made his lips twitch. A smile. Small, rare, and entirely yours. He reached out, fingers hooking lightly around your wrist. “Stay.”
You stayed.
You talked about nothing and everything. About basketball. About how exhausting people could be. About how lonely it felt to be surrounded by noise all the time. At some point, without either of you acknowledging it, your hand slipped into his.
It fit. Perfectly.
When you finally stood to leave, Rukawa walked you to the door. He stopped just before you stepped outside.
“Tomorrow,” he said. “Sit with me again.”
You grinned. “Manager duties?”
“No,” he replied. “You.”
Your heart did something embarrassing.
So, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight, Kaede.”
He didn’t move until you were gone, fingers still warm where they’d held yours. And the next day, when the team noticed you sitting beside Rukawa again, your knee brushing his, his towel over your shoulders everyone understood.
You were still the same weirdo that pretty fucking rude.
Just not to him.
You fucking simp.
A/n: lmaooo this one was so good! I found it to be a funny prompt! I hope I did you justice 😣
summary: calling them your husband, this was a tiktok trend a few years ago, and it been on my mind.
characters: hugo, loki, sae, kaiser
c/n: fluff, may be ooc (I don't trust my characterization), suggestive if you squint, implied fem reader, mentions of food(?)
ೃ⁀➷vivien hugo
you and hugo were lounging on the couch lazily. you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone while hugo was lying on your lap, "reading". very mundane. except for one thing, you both were hungry but to lazy to cook so you had to find other options.
“okay so clearly since none of us are willing to cook, lets order pizza” you swiftly dialed the number and stated your usual order and then— “yes and for my husband he'll have anything that doesn’t have avocados…okay thank you”
hugo froze. his blank book slipped out of his hand and fell flat on his face. he sat up straight and looked at you wide eyed. the cogs in his brain turned trying to process that just came out of your mouth so casually. my husband. your husband. He kept on repeating the phrase as if he was tasting it, letting it settle in his chest. a faint blush started to form.
you looked over at him, with a little grin, noticing his shocked expression. “what?”
“husband?? me...but we’re not—” he paused. “well...at least not yet” he looked down. You could tell he was thinking so much about this. “husband” he whispered under his breath rubbing his ring finger. he looked back at you and gave you a little smile. he liked it.
when the delivery arrived, you went to get it and hugo tailed you. once you retrieved the bags, out of nowhere hugo looked at the man dead in the eye and said, “I am her husband” “vivien??”
the delivery man just chuckled and left.
you threw him a light punch at the chest. “what the hell was that?” “no take backs. marriage is legally binding.” oh God what have you done.
that night, after you fell asleep he silently measured the size of your ring finger, making a mental note of your ring size.
oh and his team DID NOT hear the end of it. he practically made it his entire personality
“who you texting” “my wife” “youre married??” “almost”
ೃ⁀➷julien loki
you scoured the menu for something you liked. Loki was a bit distracted on his phone. he didnt really need to order, you already knew what he wanted so you were going to order for him. "so I'll have the Coq au Vin and my husband will have the Boeuf Bourguignon and for dessert we'll have the Guimauve Chocola." loki smiled at his phone and looked up at you. the waitress jotted down your orders and left.
and so the night proceeded. loki didn’t say anything significant. he just smiled at you while you blabbered about your day. he didn’t want to make it obvious that what you said gave him the biggest ego boost. after the meal it was time to pay the check, loki took the bill.
“I'll pay the bill” flashing you a smile with a hint of amusement in his eyes “I am your husband after all”
you looked at him. oh he liked it. perhaps a bit too much. you ordered an Uber back to your hotel. he teased you relentlessly the entire drive. "so does your husband get some special loving tonight?" "oh my gosh, enough with this already"
the Uber driver thought you both made a cute couple. "are you two married?"
you sat up looking at the driver in horror "no! we are—"
"yes we are. I'm her husband" loki interrupted, proudly announcing a title he unofficially just earned a few hours ago. he then looked at you. "isn't that right, mon amour?"
that night, while you were preparing for bed, loki walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing kisses on your nape. “someone’s awfully pleased with himself ” you teased. he pulled you closer. his lips grazed your ear and he whispered “why wouldn’t I be? You introduced me as your husband today”
“puhlease” you huffed. “it just slipped” you lied; you did it on purpose.
“did it?” he smiled, “but—” he continued “I liked it. It suited our status”
those words caught you off guard and you became flustered. you are screwed.
ೃ⁀➷sae itoshi
sae wondered how you managed to get him in this situation; fastfood drive-thru. “this is very unhealthy for you” he said, condescendingly. he could smell the greasy food that was escaping the kitchen through the vents.
“I'll be having the burrito and fries, extra sauce please” you turned to sae “anything you’d like?”
he looked at you with dead eyes “I don’t eat unhealthy filth”
you sighed and turned back to the intercom. “...and my husband will have a salad with spicy wings I guess…”
sae’s head shot back at you, his eyes wide and pupils dilating. he was so shocked that his stoic nonchalant, demeanour faultered for a second “what”
“husband? me?” he muttered in disbelief pointing at himself.
“did I say something?” you raised a brow towards him, with a flirty smile.
“no, I—” he let out a slow breath, regaining his demeanor “… you didn’t”
at the payment window, you volunteered to pay but sae wouldn’t let you. he intercepted, handing the cashier his card without even glancing at you. “I am the husband I'll pay”
on the way home, he didn’t want to face you,he couldn't. but you knew he liked it. his cheeks were lightly flushed while he focused on the road. and he kept his hand firmly on your thigh the whole ride home.
ೃ⁀➷michael kaiser
michael was concentrated on driving, his hand on the steering and his other alternating between the gear shift and your thigh, on the way to an expensive dinner reservation. you were occupied on a call with your friend. as you were approaching the destination you had to end the call:
“okay babe I have to go now, my husband and I are on our way to have some dinner—”
the car suddenly swerved just enough for you to have a mini heart attack and grab the dashboard.
“MICHAEL WHAT THE HELL!”
he regained his control over the wheel, a devilish grin forming from his lips. he kept on replaying those words in his head the rest of the way. once parked outside the restaurant he turned to you, with the biggest grin. “husband huh. I like that, say it again”
“uh wha—”
“no” he cut you off, rubbing his chin. “say it in german, ja?”
“michael we have reservations we need to go”
“that shit can wait” he scoffed “I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it”
good god you have created a monster.
“mein Ehemann” you eventually say.
music to his ears. “mhm yes I am Schatz. that sounds so good.”
he definitely did not let that go.
at the front desk he spoke out to the young lady. "good evening, she made reservations under her husband's name, my name" you shot him a 'stop that' glare.
oh he wouldn't shut up about it during the dinner as well, introducing himself to the wait staff as your husband.
you kept on nudging at him to stop. "shut up about what? being your husband??" and he said this loudly attracting the attention of all the patrons
a/n: I do intend on making a part two because I want to add nagi, reo and yukki. just didn't want to make this post too long. if you want anyone else added, please let me know!
first draft. I proofread the hell out of this and kept on becoming longer. dividers from @dollywons
pardon if there are any mistakes. english is in fact my first language, but I'm still on the learning curve of actually writing.
thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated🩷
I'm the pretty boy sensitive anon it was so good thank you so much!!
“let’s see what happens when i don’t touch you either. you want to play this game? we’ll play.”
Can I ask for part 2 where kazuya will get back at mc and make her flustered as much as she did for him? what he will do for mc is up to you!
YES YES YES HELLO WELCOME BACK MY LOVELY!!
warnings: nsfw content. fingering. edging. (minors dni 18+)
part one can be found here
pretty boy sensitive pt. 2
“let’s see what happens when i don’t touch you either. you want to play this game? we’ll play.”
miyuki pinned your arms above your head, getting a good grip on your wrist, enough to leave marks of his fingerprints after. he dipped down and hungrily went at your neck, abusing the soft flesh of your skin.
“kazuya,” you gasped, “s-slow down—”
“this is my game now, y/n,” he mumbled against your neck, “and you’re just playing in it.” he continued to kiss your neck as his hands slowly roamed around your body. one hand gripped at your breast, the other tangled in your hair; you could feel your slick dripping from the excitement, making you clench your thighs together.
“so needy,” he whispered, letting go of your hair and letting his hand slowly slide down your body. his hand rested right on top of your clothed cunt, rubbing the slit softly with his fingers.
“please, fuck, i’m sorry, just—” you begged, needing to be filled up somehow quickly before you lose it all. miyuki chuckled at your messy state, his hands dipping under your under garments, covering his fingers with your slick. “i guess i have no choice..”
his mouth mockingly widened with yours as he pushed in a digit, pressing against your velvet walls. he slowly pumped it in and out of you, making your head toss back.
“and another one,” he uttered, slipping in a bother digit, this time scissoring it inside of you. he watched you squirm underneath his touch, satisfied when you were moaning his name into the air. he switched positions to deepen his movements, until he rubbed a certain part that made you yelp.
“right there!” you breathed, grabbing a hold of his wrist. you arched your back and closed your eyes, seeing stars at the back of your head.
“here?” he mocked, rubbing that one, sweet spot. “you like it when i rub here?”
you were too fucked out to answer as he continued to exploit that spot, pulling and pressing at it. his cock was throbbing, but did he love seeing you too worked up underneath him; it was a sight he wanted to remember, a sight he wanted drilled at the back of his head, and soon enough he felt that familiar twitch of your puffy cunt, smirking as you were about to come.
“i’m gonna—” you cried, “cum.. i’m gonna!—”
his movements finally stopped, making you whine as the knot in your stomach went away.
“kazuya! what’s wrong with you?” you complained, “i was so fucking close!”
a dark glimmer shone in his eyes as he bent down to press his lips against your ear.
“i told you; this is my game— and you’re just playing in it.”
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AAAA I ALWAUS GET SO EMBARRASSED WRITING NSFW BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
જ⁀➴ charles and hugo storms loki’s apartment uninvited, only to find out about his secret girlfriend ♡
˚₊‧꒰ა Unbeknownst to many, JULIEN LOKI had exactly three rules when it came to visitors. Well, it wasn't because he had a deep-seated dislike for people or hated having company around. To put it simply, he just valued his privacy more than most. His apartment was one of the few places where he could escape the noise of his everyday life; It was quiet and entirely his, which was precisely why he preferred people not disturb that peace.
The first term to his rule was simple: do not show up unannounced. And then the second was even simpler: do not touch his things.
The third existed solely because of Charles Chevalier. If Charles was involved, assume the first two rules had already been broken.
For years, those rules had served him well. Today, however, they had been utterly, spectacularly obliterated.
“LOKI, I REALLY HAVE TO PEE.”
“No, you don't.”
“YES, I DO.”
“Charles, we literally passed three public bathrooms before landing here.” The moment the words left Loki's mouth, Charles immediately looked offended.
“And?”
“Why didn’t you use one of those three?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Because they're gross.”
“He's right,” Hugo chimed in and Loki let out a long, suffering groan, suggesting that this wasn't the first time he'd found himself trapped in a conversation like this.
“Of course you'd say that.”
“I'm hungry and now I require sustenance,” Hugo replied calmly. “Today’s practice was inefficiently exhausting.”
“There it is.”
“I'm just saying,” Hugo shrugged. “If Charles happens to need a bathroom and your apartment happens to contain food, who are we to fight fate?”
“You two are unbelievable.”
“LOKIII!” Charles yelled, already trying to push past him. “STOP GATEKEEPING THE BATHROOM AND LET US IN! I'M ABOUT TO DIE!”
“I'm not gatekeeping the bathroom.”
“You literally are.”
“I'm gatekeeping my apartment.”
“Same thing!”
“Not even remotely the same thing.”
“LOKI—”
Loki pointed at both of them.
“Neither of you are getting in.”
“Wow,” Charles gasped, clutching his chest like he'd just been personally betrayed. “After everything we've been through.”
Loki rolled his eyes with the statement. But that was all it took. The moment his attention slipped for even a second, Charles darted past him.
“THANKS LOVE YOU—” He ducked under Loki's arm and sprinted inside.
“OH YOU LITTLE—!”
“SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU—EMERGENCY.”
Before Loki could grab him, Charles bolted up the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the house. Loki pinched the bridge of his nose and turned around, only to find Hugo calmly stepping inside as if none of that had just happened.
“I’m glad you didn’t overreact,” Hugo jokingly said, glancing toward the stairs, “now could you point me to the kitchen?”
And in his head, the thought came in right away. This is the worst decision I have ever made in my entire life. Why did I open the door. Now there's two unsolicited guests on my apartment.
“No.”
“I’m going to the kitchen.”
“You’re not.”
Hugo kept walking.
“Destiny has led me to your refrigerator.”
“You’re just hungry.”
“That's what the refrigerator wants you to think.”
Loki was already preparing himself to physically drag Hugo away from his kitchen when Hugo suddenly stopped.
"...Oh."
Loki immediately knew that tone.
It was the tone people used when they found something unexpected. Or better yet, someone. And while following Hugo's line of sight, Loki looked toward the living room.
And there, sitting on the couch, was you.
Curled up comfortably beneath a blanket, completely unaware of the chaos that had just barged through the front door, you glanced up from your phone at the sound of voices.
“Oh, you’re back—”
You paused when you noticed Hugo standing there.
“Oh. Hi.” Hugo blinked. Then, after a brief pause, cleared his throat to ask the most important question.
“Do you know where Loki keeps the snacks?”
Loki sighed.
“Hugo.”
You looked between the two of them, immediately sensing that you had walked into the middle of something.
“Uh...” Your gaze landed on Hugo. “Am I missing context here?”
Hugo looked completely serious.
“Yes,” he said. “The location of the snacks.”
“Sorry?”
A small crease formed between your brows. Hugo blinked once.
“...Aren't you the maid?” he asked. “I thought you'd know where they were.”
Loki closed his eyes, already refusing to engage with whatever direction this conversation was about to take. He genuinely didn’t have the energy to unpack it.
Before Hugo could add anything else and somehow make everything worse, a new voice suddenly echoed from upstairs.
“LOKIII!” Charles shouted. “WHERE DO YOU KEEP THE GOOD TOWELS?” His voice cut off abruptly, pausing to reassess his surroundings. Then his eyes landed on you.
“OHHHH. LOKI HAS A MAID?”
“NO—THE TWO OF YOU LISTEN.” Loki snapped, pointing between Charles and Hugo. “You are both completely misunderstanding the situation.”
He gestured toward you, clearly offended now, like the assumption itself was the real problem. A pause hung in the air, just long enough for the tension to build, Loki’s jaw tightening as he tried to find the right words without making things worse.
“…She is actually my girlfriend.”
The room short-circuited. Charles blinked once. Twice. Then made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a malfunction.
“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!”
“Yes,” Loki said immediately, like it was the most obvious fact in the world, then added with a flat look, “she is standing right there. Do I need to start pointing things out for you, or are we good?”
“YOU’RE LYING!”
“I’m literally not.”
Charles slowly turned toward you, as if you were the only stable point left in a suddenly collapsing reality. “Please tell me he’s joking—”
“He isn’t.”
Hugo, meanwhile, looked genuinely distressed, like reality had failed a basic verification check.
“I calculated the absence of your love life,” Hugo said calmly, as if he were stating a weather report. “Up until now, the model consistently predicted solitude as your long-term outcome.”
Loki slowly turned his head toward him.
“…I’m sorry?”
Hugo blinked, unbothered. “It was the most stable projection.”
There was a beat of silence, just long enough for the statement to sink in. Charles immediately dropped onto the couch like his bones had decided they were no longer participating in reality.
“Now, now,” Charles said, pointing between the two of you like he was assembling evidence. “How did you two even meet? What was Loki like back then? And more importantly,” he gestured at Loki like this was the biggest mystery of all, “HOW DID HE PULL YOU?”
You then proceeded to tell Charles and Hugo bits of details like how you first kept running into Loki as kids in the same neighborhood, always at odd times and quieter corners of the city. How he never really talked much back then, just noticed things in passing, starting with small “hello”s whenever you passed each other, then slowing down just a little so those hellos turned into short conversations about nothing important. After that, it became walking the same way home on purpose, sharing snacks sometimes, and waiting a few extra minutes just in case the other showed up. Over time, it turned into something soft and unspoken, until it just felt natural to stay by each other’s side.
As you spoke, Charles kept reacting dramatically at every small detail, while Hugo went quietly still, staring at Loki like he was trying to reconcile the version he had built in his head with the very normal fact that he had apparently been in a long, steady relationship this entire time without anyone noticing.
You were still talking like it was just another part of the story when you added, “…We got engaged recently, actually.”
The room stopped instantly.
Charles jolted so hard he nearly fell off the couch. “YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT’S A SIDE NOTE!”
You just continued smoothly, unfazed. “It felt right, though. We’ve known each other for so long that it didn’t really feel like a big decision. We just didn’t see the point in waiting forever to make it official.” As you spoke, your hand found Loki’s without hesitation, fingers slipping between his like it had always been the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t react, already used to it, only tightening his hold on yours in quiet ease, as if it had always been that way.
For a rare moment, even Charles and Hugo fell quiet, their chaos softening as they watched the two of you with something that almost resembled fondness, like they’d accidentally walked into something too soft to interrupt.
It lasted all of three seconds.
Then Charles leaned forward again. “Okay,” he said, pointing between you and Loki. “One more question. How did you even put up with Mr. Sonic over here?
Loki frowned, clearly offended. “Why is everyone acting like I’m difficult?”
All three of them turned to look at him at once, unblinking, and the weight of it made Loki’s frown deepen as he huffed a quiet, “…Continue.”
You only smiled at him, completely unbothered by the collective staring. “Honestly? He’s actually very easy.”
Loki visibly relaxed a fraction. “See?”
“—Because he’s terrified of me.”
The room detonated instantly. Charles nearly fell off the couch, Hugo made a choked sound into his cup, and Loki went still, turning slowly toward you like he had just been personally betrayed.
“I am not terrified.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I’m not.”
You only raised an eyebrow. And just like that, Loki looked away, exhaling through his nose like he had already lost the argument before it even started.
“…This is unfair,” he muttered under his breath, low and resigned, still not looking at you, like he already knew you had him wrapped around your fingers and there was no point pretending otherwise.
Charles snapped upright, pointing with shocking intensity. “OH MY GOD. HUGO DID YOU SEE THAT?”
“I saw it.”
“HE FOLDED. SPEEDY MCFEETFACE ACTUALLY FOLDED TO HIS GIRLFRIEND!”
“I hate both of you,” Loki said flatly, though it lacked any real heat.
Charles leaned back, satisfied. “Yeah yeah, say that now. We’re still coming to the wedding. Hey Hugo!” he suddenly perked up again, snapping his fingers like he’d just remembered something life-changing. “Dibs on best man!”
“…Sure,” Hugo added a second later, already looking mildly uninterested again. “I do not particularly care, but I am claiming it to prevent further discussion.”
Loki opened his mouth like he was about to shut the entire conversation down again, but you were faster. You gently squeezed his hand, leaned in close, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before brushing your lips near his ear.
“Sweetheart,” you whispered, soft enough that only he could hear, “we should definitely invite them. You won’t regret it. It’ll be fun… in a very loud, very chaotic way. But I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
Loki paused, breath catching for half a second, then slowly exhaled like all his objections had just lost their momentum at once.
And just like that, Loki didn’t just gain two unexpected house visitors for the afternoon, but two equally unexpected wedding attendees who had already appointed themselves roles he absolutely did not approve of.
mikage reo ,, nagi seishirō ,, itoshi sae ,, oliver aiku ,, michael kaiser
request. would you write bllk headcanons of their favorite way to fuck us completely dumb? it can have any characters just please add reo.
content. afab!reader, pussy eating, praise, edging, overstimming, mindbreaking, degrading, spitting, size kink, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, breath play, choking, characters are in their 20s
玲王 ⸻ reo × teasing
don’t get me wrong, he still absolutely loves to give you the princess treatment, however .. the amount of teasing and edging he does is enough to drive you insane. he just loves loves loves to hear you beg, and you just look and sound so pretty while doing it.
he’s at his worst when he’s eating you out, completely addicted to the way you tremble under his touch when he doesn’t give you what you want, kissing your tummy, biting at your thighs, locking his big hands behind your knees to keep your legs spread for him. definitely has cum just from eating you out before.
reo has you in missionary, and he almost pulls all the way out ; slowly letting his pretty pink tip catch on your tight entrance before rubbing his head through your slick folds, just to watch how you beg and grasp for him.
“r-reo, p-please,” you sob, “m’always so fucking good for you, please just make me cum, I’m so fucking close, please!” glittering tears fall down your gorgeous face, your long lashes wet and your pretty eyes glistening and entirely focused on him.
“sorry, princess. can’t spoil you too much, m’always giving you exactly what you want. jus’want to hear you cry for me …” reo sighs, already relenting to his perfect girl, “fuck … I’m obsessed with you.”
誠士郎 ⸻ seishirō × overstim
is this a hot take bc he’s so lazy? sure, he loves quickies and morning head, but I just feel like once he’s into a session, it’ll be multiple rounds of overstim until you can hardly speak or think. just cute cries and mumbles of how much he’s stretching you open and how good it all feels. you’re his girl, after all, and he’ll hyperfixate on you the same way he will with soccer and video games. he just has so much more stamina than you. :c
“s-sei..” you swallow thickly, whining, “can’t, s’too much.”
nagi tilts his head, and he’s so adorable. he slows his thrusts and his thumb finds your clit again. you shiver, trying to close your thighs around his waist. “yeah, angel? you don’t wanna cum f’me again?”
“no, I do, it’s just—”
he scoffs. “eh? then stop complaining and use our safe word if you’re serious. it’s only been two hours.” he slides all the way back inside and you moan, arching up into his perfectly toned chest. “that’s it .. feels so good…” he sighs. you have a long night ahead .. and your pretty boy has so much more to give.
冴 ⸻ sae × mindbreak
sae is the perfect balance of worshiping you physically, but degrading you mentally. you’ve both established boundaries and of course he’ll never break them, but you’re with a man like sae because you like a mean fuck … :3
he’s soft and sweet some nights, usually if he misses you because he’s been away, but those are not the nights that he’s fucking you stupid. sae is also insanely possessive, which only adds to the mindbreaking. he will eventually soften up once he’s older, but in his twenties, you have to be okay with actively being objectified by him.
“you’re fucking mine, and you better not even think about fucking anyone else, ever … I fucking own you and your cunt.”
you nod stupidly, hardly able to keep your eyes open. he kisses you hard before squeezing your face between one of his big hands. he doesn’t even have to say anything, you just know to part your pretty lips and present your tongue for him. he spits into your mouth, purposely missing and getting half of it on your face. “good fucking girl.”
オリヴァ ⸻ oliver × manhandling
oliver’s specialties are manhandling, trying new positions, and being much bigger than you. it didn’t take him long to realize that his pretty little girlfriend has a size kink just like himself — how you’re always talking about and drooling over how he’s so big, so tall, so strong. how your sparkly eyes get so wide when he comes home from the gym, his muscles glistening and lined with prominent veins, and he’s hardly able to get in the shower with the way you’re clinging onto him like a bitch in heat.
he’s always manhandling you into positions that you’ve never even heard of, most of which show off his impressive strength. it’s a talent, honestly. sometimes it makes you want to check his browsing history to see what the fuck he’s been looking at when he’s got your face in the pillows with his foot on the back of your neck, pounding into you like his life depends on making you cum as hard as possible.
but oliver is sweet, and only as rough as you want him to be — hard, deep strokes while he rubs your clit carefully and skillfully, mean spanks followed by a soft touch to soothe the pain, pulling your hair and gently running his fingers through it afterwards.
“y’doing so good for me, angel. your perfect little cunt was made to take this big fat cock, yeah? just like that, mama.”
ミヒャエル ⸻ michael × choking
this might be a bit too obvious, but yes, this man loves breathplay, especially on himself. for him, giving that kind of control to a partner is just so fucking sexy, and he loves the connection and intimacy of mixing pain with pleasure. he’s also definitely into biting, scratching, and spanking if you’re okay with it. micha is very possessive …
michael has you bent over in bed, a massive, tattooed hand locked around your smooth, delicate throat, his deep voice low in your ear ; “mein leibling, god, you’re so pretty f’me … feels better like this, no? with my hand around your neck? you always cum so much harder … shhhh, that’s it .. just let me.”
he groans, thrusting so deep that you can feel his fat tip nudge your poor, sensitive cervix, at the same time that his full, heavy balls tense up and brush against your tiny little clit as he tries to stave off his own orgasm. you gasp and choke, a deep whine hardly escaping through his grip on your throat.
“shhhh, angel baby, it’s okay, you’re safe,” he whispers softly, and you believe him wholeheartedly, just giving in and letting him have absolute control over your body.
先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love
notes. idek how long this has been sitting in my drafts sorry :< but I’m really excited for bllk s3 !!
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You knew sae wasn’t the clingy type. Most of the times, he existed in his own detached orbit, entirely unbothered by the need for constant physical closeness
He wasn’t the type to just reach out to hold your hand, he didn’t seek out casual affection. He valued his silence, space, and his boundaries. If he allowed you close, it was always entirely on his terms
Which was why afternoons like this felt so rare
He was sitting on the sofa, the low murmur of the TV filling the quiet room. His sharp eyes were locked on the football match, analyzing the plays with his usual, cold precision
You were right beside him, close enough that your shoulders occasionally brushed, but he didn’t move away. He simply let you occupy his space, his arm resting casually along the back of the sofa behind you
Eventually, the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Sae grabbed the remote, tossing it onto the coffee table with a quiet click as the screen went black, and leaned his head against the cushions with a slow, exhausted exhale
You leaned closer to look at him. Without the intense focus of the game, his sharp features looked serene
He hadn’t bothered to style his hair back today, leaving his bangs to rest straight down his forehead. It completely softened the usual intimidating edge of his face, making him look so relaxed and cute it almost made your chest ache
He looked completely unguarded and before you could second guess yourself, you leaned up. Your confidence was nothing compared to his, but you managed to press a soft, brief peck to his lips
Sae didn’t move, he just looked down at you, his heavy gaze locking onto yours. A faint trace of amusement touched the corner of his mouth, a look reserved strictly for you
He tilted his chin down, his face shifting just an inch closer until his breath fanned over your skin
“More” he muttered, the word low, rough and slightly impatient
Your heart skipped a beat. You genuinely hadn’t expected this from him, he wasn’t usually this way, so forward and quietly demanding of your touch
Guided by the quiet command, you leaned in again, your lips meeting his for a second time, slightly more lingering than the first
He didn’t let you pull back far. He trailed after you, closing the distance until his lips were a mere hairswidth from yours, testing your resolve
“Don’t stop” he murmured against your lips, his words sending a quiet shiver down your spine
You closed the tiny gap a third time, your hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders. The ghost of a smile pressed into your lips matching his own
“Again”
The fourth time, his hand slid up to wrap firmly around the back of your neck, his long fingers anchoring you in place
He caught your mouth with his own, turning the distance between you into a slow, heavy, lazy-paced kiss, relaxing against you
For all the walls he kept building up against the world, the way he pulled you flush against his chest betrayed his nature
Even cold as he can be, he still desperately craves the warmth of having you close
If there was one part of soccer Sae didn't care for, it was the mindless interviews.
A post-match interview? Fine.
A sponsorship shoot? Tolerable.
One of those painfully awkward videos where they sat professional athletes in front of puppies and expected them to reveal their deepest secrets?
Absolutely not.
Most interviews followed the same formula.
'How does it feel to score?'
'What's your workout routine?'
'Who inspires you?'
Questions that have been asked a thousand times and would be asked another thousand after, so when Sae entered the media room after his match, he was already halfway checked out.
The journalists sat in neat rows, hands poised over notebooks and laptops, waiting for their turn. The first few questions went exactly as expected.
"How do you feel about today's victory?"
"It was expected."
"What do you think separated your team from the opposition?"
"We played better."
The room collectively deflated with every short answer.
Good.
Maybe they'd end this faster.
Then someone spoke from the third row.
"During the second half, you stopped making overlapping runs and started occupying deeper spaces."
Sae's eyes shifted.
You weren't even looking at your notes.
You were looking directly at him.
"The commentators said it was because the opposing midfield was pressing higher," you continued. "But from where I was sitting, it looked more like you were baiting their defensive line into stepping forward."
Several reporters blinked.
One quietly stopped typing.
Sae tilted his head.
For the first time all afternoon.
"...Go on."
The moderator looked surprised.
You didn't.
"When their center-backs stepped up, they left space behind them. Twenty-three minutes later, your through ball created the winning goal."
You glanced at your notebook.
"Was that adjustment planned before the match, or was it something you recognized in real time?"
The room fell silent.
Because that wasn't a fan question.
It wasn't a tabloid question.
It was a gameplay question.
And a good one.
Sae leaned back in his chair.
"It wasn't planned."
A few heads snapped toward him.
Long answers were apparently a rare event.
"Their right center-back kept abandoning his position whenever their midfielder lost possession."
You nodded immediately.
"The number four?"
"Yeah."
You scribbled something down, it wasn't anything of substance you just wanted to look a little more put together.
Sae found himself watching you longer than necessary.
"Did you notice it before halftime?" you asked.
"I noticed it after twelve minutes."
A slight pause, "You?"
"About seventeen."
One of the reporters nearly dropped his pen.
Sae stared then, unexpectedly, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Slow."
A few journalists looked genuinely horrified.
You simply shrugged.
"I wasn't on the field."
The moderator looked like he had accidentally wandered into a private conversation.
The rest of the interview continued similarly.
Every question you asked dug deeper.
It was like there was no one else in the room. No other interviewer dared to ask a question, likely because they were trying to write down everything he was telling you.
Not once did you ask about his dating life.
Not once did you ask who he was friends with.
Not once did you ask him to rank teammates or reveal embarrassing stories.
And for perhaps the first time in years, Sae found himself answering because he wanted to.
By the end of the interview, he'd spent nearly twenty minutes speaking almost exclusively to you.
Something that didn't go unnoticed.
As the session wrapped up, the moderator thanked everyone for attending.
Most reporters immediately packed their things.
You did too, no attempt to linger or a request for a photo, you just grabbed your bag and left.
۶ৎ
Sae watched you leave.
"...What's her name?"
The moderator nearly choked.
"The journalist?"
"Obviously."
The man blinked then told him. He felt so starstruck that Sae Itoshi was talking to him that he handed him a card with the name of your company and some of your contact information.
Sae committed it to memory before standing and walking away.
Across social media, clips from the interview exploded within hours.
'WHY WAS SAE ACTUALLY TALKING???'
'HE ANSWERED IN FULL SENTENCES.'
'Who is that reporter???'
'Not him smiling because she challenged him.'
'Did anyone else catch him asking for her name after the interview????'
'SAE ITOSHI YOU ARE NOT SLICK.'
Even the players noticed.
The next morning, Sae walked into training to find several teammates waiting.
With grins.
Dangerous grins.
"Good morning, Sae," Shidou sang.
Sae immediately turned around.
"No."
"You don't even know what I'm going to say."
"Yes, I do."
"That journalist seemed nice."
Sae kept walking.
"She understood soccer."
The entire locker room erupted.
He'd never admit it, but they were right. He did remember you and he already told his manager and publicist that you were the only person he wanted to be interviewed by for the foreseeable future.
FEATURING: Itoshi Sae : Shidou Ryusei : Bunny Iglesias : Michael Kaiser
WARNINGS: suggestive in Shidou and Michael’s, Kaiser is a cheater, Kainess mentioned, traumatic childhood for Bunny and Michael, headcanoning Bunny as an orphan
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・❥・smut mdni i got no witty summary for this one. backshots with hugo. that's it.
he's everywhere.
that's the only thought you can string together, with your cheek pressed flat against the pillow and vivian hugo's enormous body draped over yours like a second skin. his chest is pressed to your back, his hips slotting behind yours, his arms caging you in on either side. he's so much bigger than you that you're practically swallowed whole. cocooned. buried under him.
"look at you," he murmurs against the back of your neck, lips brushing your hairline. burgundy strands tickle your shoulder. his voice is low and unhurried, that same neutral calm he carries everywhere, except now it's got this dark, slow edge to it. "you're already shaking."
"shut up," you breathe.
he doesn't. "i haven't even done anything yet."
he pushes in.
slow. devastatingly slow. you feel every centimetre of him stretching you open, your walls fluttering and struggling around the sheer girth of him and all you can do is grab fistfuls of the sheet and whimper into the pillow because there's nowhere to go. no room. he's behind you, above you, against you, his weight pinning your hips down perfectly so you can't even squirm away from the stretch.
"hah— vivian, s'too—"
"mm." his chest rumbles against your spine. "take it."
and you do. you have to. his hips keep pressing forward, slow and inexorable, until he's bottomed out completely and you feel him so deep it knocks the breath from your lungs.
a beat of silence. his big hand spreads flat across your stomach, pressing down lightly like he's feeling himself inside you. you whimper.
"there," he says, almost thoughtfully.
then he starts to move.
it's not frantic. vivian hugo doesn't do anything frantically. even like this, even buried inside you with your slick coating him, his rhythm is deliberate and deep, long strokes that drag against every sensitive wall and have you biting the pillow to keep from screaming. his hips roll into yours from behind, the thick slap of skin soft and wet and rhythmic. his mouth finds the back of your neck again and he just breathes there, warm and steady, whilst you fall apart underneath him.
"god," you sob. "god, you're so—"
"big?" he supplies.
you hate that he sounds completely composed. you hate that you're a mess and he's cataloguing it.
"yes," you gasp. "yes, fucking— move, please—"
he does. harder this time. his forearm comes down across your shoulders, pinning you lower into the mattress, and the angle shifts and you actually cry out, loud and ugly, because now he's hitting something inside you that makes your vision blur at the edges.
"there it is," vivian says quietly, almost to himself. pressing into that same spot again on purpose. and again. "that's the one."
you're drooling against the pillow. you can feel it and you cannot care. his cock is splitting you open from behind and his chest is so warm, so solid against your back, and every thrust forward grinds your clit against the mattress just slightly, just enough, just—
"vivian— i'm gonna—"
"not yet."
"i can't— please—"
"i said," his mouth is at your ear now, burgundy hair against your cheek, his voice dropping to something quiet and absolute, "not yet."
his hips stop. fully stop. buried to the hilt, pulsing inside you. and you're clenching around him desperately, your whole body shaking with the effort of holding back, nails scratching uselessly at the sheets.
"vivian," you whimper. nearly crying.
"you'll wait," he tells you. calm. like he's reading from his blank book. "until i say."
long seconds pass. the wet, full feeling of him is unbearable. you're clenching and fluttering around nothing, trying to get friction, trying to get anything, and he just stays there like he has all the time in the world.
then he pulls back and slams forward.
you scream.
he does it again. and again. the rhythm turns brutal now, finally, his hips snapping into yours from behind in a punishing pace that drives you up the mattress inch by inch, and his big hand grabs your hip to drag you back onto him, meeting every thrust, the wet slap of it obscene in the quiet room.
"now," he says.
you're already gone.
the orgasm crashes through you in waves, your pussy clenching hard around his cock, your thighs shaking, a broken string of his name dissolving into nothing against the pillow. he rides you through it, relentless, hips still snapping, drawing it out until you're sobbing and overstimulated and limp.
he follows a moment later. deep. buried. the groan he lets out is low and private, the most undone you've ever heard him. his hips stutter. still.
silence.
he doesn't move off you.
his chest stays pressed to your back. his weight stays on you, warm and enormous and grounding. one big hand comes up and smooths down your hair, almost absentmindedly, like he's tidying a page he's already read.
you're wrecked. thighs slick, sheets ruined, lungs still catching up.
"breathe," he says quietly.
you do. because he told you to. and somewhere in the wreckage of your brain that feels less like obedience and more like something you can't name yet.
his lips press once, soft and unhurried, to the back of your neck.
"suitable," he murmurs.
you're not sure if he means you. or himself. or the two of you together like this, fitted perfectly, his body swallowing yours whole.
