[chiffonbunni]

boy come emp .ᐟ.ᐟ ۶ৎ

꒰ summary ꒱; you quite literally text blue lock boys the title

꒰ content/warnings ꒱; sexual jokes, crack, (they also want to crack)

꒰ featuring ꒱; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, rin itoshi, bunny iglesias, hugo vivian, sae itoshi, alexis ness, michael kaiser (all aged up!)

requested from this ask

© chiffonbunni

[will-o--the-wisp]

clingy ness feels like an obvious hc but clingy kaiser....

kaiser resting his head on your thighs while hiding his face on your tummy....hes having a bad day and he got rained on, looking like a sopping wet kitten, he feels vulnerable for once so he drenches your clothing too, complaining until you scratch his scalp...

[zzuzzv]

── you tell your boyfriend not to mark up your neck!

suggestive. interact at your own risk. includes (slight) dry humping & biting

starring: vivian hugo, teddy knight & michael kaiser

boyfriend! hugo who tries to listen but ends up losing control without realising.

“mhh— vivi..” you stifle a moan, shifting slightly on his lap in the backseat of his car. you laid your head on his shoulder, facing his neck while he ravaged yours. “not too high up—“

but your words were blurred into hugo’s ears. far too distracted to even bother. his hands firmly held your hips down, trying to reduce the constant movement and grinding against his hard. however you were much more persistent, trying to

after the both of you were done and back in your bedrooms did he realise how ruined your neck was. but it was too late.

“sorry cheri.. got carried away again..” he mumbled into your neck, hugging your waist.

boyfriend! teddy who is very aware of your words but couldn’t care less to listen.

your wrists were bounded by a neat light blue ribbon, your arms rested on teddy’s shoulders. meanwhile, teddy was comfortably holding you by the waist, slotted in between your thighs that wrapped around his hips.

“teddy—” his lips pressed against your neck, bruises from weeks before that were in the process of healing were marked again. teddy deliberately licking the same spot again, knowing you could feel the heat of his tongue tracing your neck.

despite your attempt in trying to stay quiet, you whimpered— giving him exactly what he wanted. he gave your waist quick squeeze before reaching for another mark below your jaw.

before he headed out for training the next day, he tossed you a bag full of designer clothes, most of them having turtlenecks high enough to cover his traces.

boyfriend! kaiser who just makes things worse, showing no remorse for his actions.

“kaiser you—!” without much time to react, your back was slammed against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist in support. in retort, you pulled his hair hard.

he hissed, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. he sunk into your neck and bit down hard. you flinch and whine, that was his que to let go and swallow your noises with a kiss. you could feel him niping at your lips— asking to be let in.

he only moved back to your neck once you were out of breath. not even turtlenecks will be saving you from this one.

taglist — @arisu79

[wavelengths-mind]

shidou r. x fem! reader | wc: 3.1k

╰┈➤ you ghost him, and he didn't take it lightly

༄cw: nsfw, oral f receiving, outdoor sex, p in v, praising, recording, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, predator & prey themes, slight hair pulling, masturbation, dub-con

“you’re sick” 

the words left your lips sharper than intended, a sharp point of furry, cutting clean through the humid air between you and him. 

shidou ryusei didn’t even flinch, unperturbed by your glaring stare, barely penetrating the surface of his calm facade. 

if anything, his expression shifts like he’s been waiting for you to finally say something worth reacting to. the corner of his mouth lifts slowly, almost lazily, as if he were finally starting to register the words you spat at him; like your irritation was a piece of entertainment he desperately missed. 

“i told you i’d find you, baby,” 

that word: baby. it would be enough to make you retch onto the worn concrete between your feet. but your anger was too encompassing, too distracting for you to expel your dinner. 

you force your face to remain as neutral as possible, but your body gives you away; slight tremors dance in your limbs, the rigidity in your shoulders, a small shift of weight pulling you back, like distance could fix whatever distorted image was unfolding before your eyes. 

you haven’t spoken to him in well over a week, and that wasn’t an accident. 

it started as a silence; no initiation of communication and no engagement. you ceased giving him an ounce of attention. you thought he’d get bored of your unresponsiveness and move on, move on to whatever chaos usually kept him occupied in his professional football world. 

but shidou didn’t budge, he refused to move on and your abrupt absence enraged him. because now? he’s standing in front of you like your actions were something personal. like you took something from him and he came to collect it in person. 

“you ignored me for two weeks,” he says calmly, rolling his shoulders back slightly as if loosening up his joints for something imminent. “i didn’t like that.” 

you scoff, forcing the edge back into your voice. “that sounds like a you problem.” 

“no,” he corrects, stepping just half a pace closer, hands shoved into his pockets. it was a subtle movement, but it made your heart tighten nonetheless. “that became your problem the second i decided it was.” 

you narrow your eyes, juggling your attention between the space between you and the car door, to you and shidou. at that moment, the gnawing sensation of helplessness melded into your bones, and you turn away first, because staying feels wrong. 

you reach for the door handle, then his voice stops you again. 

“hey.”

you freeze before you even think about it. that’s the problem with him—with you. the way your body reacts so compliantly with anything except logic. 

slowly, you turn your head despite yourself. 

shidou is still there, hands in his pockets, posture loose like he’s just killing time. but his attention and gait are almost predatory. it’s all focused and patient. 

he then tilts his head in thought, a rueful smile breaking out on his lips. 

“you know what?” he says, “i’ll give you a chance.” 

your breath stutters as you look at him wearily. the profuse sweat from your palm completely saturates the door handle.

“a chance for what?” 

his smile turns outright mischievous now, almost playful. but there’s something underlying that doesn’t sit right. 

“to give you a proper chance to run away,” he says, enunciating each word like it mattered, drilling it into your consciousness. “right now.” 

you don’t move. 

shidou inhales sharply, chest rising with the bountiful rush of air entering his lungs, almost as if he were smelling your hesitation and fear. 

“and~ if i catch you,” he continues, stepping back slightly, allowing you space. “i’m going to make it clear what happens when you ignore me. simple as that” 

the implication isn’t even fully formed, but your brain fills in the gaps anyway. 

your body reacts before your thoughts formulate, or analyze the way his expression locked onto yours, excitement filtering into his gaze. 

you simply…run. because what other choice did you have? and the first few seconds, it was sheer adrenaline and disorienting. 

the parking lot gives way quickly to uneven ground and scattered brush. the initial plan was to lose him in the thicket of trees, pushing for the sparse tree line that would spit you out on the other side of town. the trek would be long and consuming, but the way the world narrowed as soon as you stepped into the dense woods, that thought taunted you. 

unseen branches snag your sleeves, leaves whip against your front as you fight to swipe them away. the ground shifts from packed dirt to loose roots threatening to trip you if you lose focus. 

your breathing turns loud and fast, too quickly. every inhale in your chest feels like a needle pricking your lungs, every exhale is more desperate than the last. you don’t look back at first; your resolve simply refused to, but your ears were tuned to everything around you. 

no footsteps yet. 

ducking beneath a low branch, something noticeable slips from your back pocket. the profound feeling of something comfortable leaving you too soon. you didn’t stop until you finally registered what it was. your phone. and that was imperative. 

you stop instantly, turning to the gently illuminated trees, sunset taking its shift across the canopy. you curse loudly as you jog back a few paces to where you think it fell, dropping to the ground to feel along the undergrowth, searching desperately for your phone, and the more you search, the more hysterical you become. 

“fuck! where is it!” 

a voice cuts through your outburst. 

“looking for this?” 

your entire body locks. 

shidou steps out from between two parent trees like he was already there, revealing himself in the jagged light that was dimming by the second. that same light catching the edges of his face, enough to display that same infuriating expression: entertained and manic. 

your phone is in his hand as he pretends to inspect it closely. then, he turns the phone over to reveal the webbed cracking that splintered through the screen. 

“give it back, ryusei.” you say immediately, sharper than you feel. 

shidou hums thoughtfully, already looking at the screen instead of you. he taps it once, then again. and then—effortlessly—he unlocks it. 

“don’t—” you start, leaping forward. 

he doesn’t look up. 

“hold on baby, i’m just checking something...” he cooed, voice distracted, like you’re not currently spiraling. he then opens the camera app, triggering the flash function. 

was he—was he recording? your pulse spikes at this revelation. 

“i’m serious ryusei, give me my phone back.” you argue weakly, barely moving an inch to recapture your phone. 

he finally glances up at you, amusement dancing in his slitted pupils. “why? you gonna cry about it?”

your face morphs into a glare. “i’m going to—” 

“what?” he interrupts sharply with a mocking smile, “run again?” 

that shuts you up for half a second too long. he lifts the phone higher, capturing you in the frame without permission. the camera interface glows faintly in the dark, casting a weak light across his tanned skin. the piercing light blinds you as you throw up a hand to shield your eyes. 

“i can’t fucking wait to watch this video when i’m done.” he grins wickedly as he watches you with rapt attention through the camera. 

your back hits something solid; your mind finally becomes cognizant that your legs have moved on their own accord, repositioning you further away from the perceived threat, but he stalks towards you in retaliation. 

he was unbearably close now; you could practically smell his scent paired with the woodsy environment. you tilt your head away, avoiding eye contact as strongly as possible. you could feel him studying you, every breath you take, every stuttering jump your pulse takes in the hollow of your throat. you try to steady your breath, but it’s become harder than before. standing still with him in this way makes the rush of unwanted memories flood back into your mind, like your body doesn’t know what to do with the proximity it was given—especially by him 

“you know what i’m gonna do to you, baby?” 

you offer a weak shake of your head, refusing to reward him with an answer. 

shidou sucks his teeth in irritation. “why don’t you start by looking at me when i’m fucking talking to you.” 

a hand cups the outline of your jaw, forcefully pulling your gaze to catch his. 

“you’re gonna take what i give you, right babe? you’re gonna take every part of me that i give you until you say my name.” 

his words shot you like a heavy bullet. you relinquish a gasp of momentary pleasure, as a slow, swelling awareness of arousal seeps into your being, far too immense to be captured by language. 

shidou kisses you, and it doesn’t start gently, like something inside finally snapped the last thread of restraint. his lips met yours in an entanglement of impatience, and for a brief moment, your breath stalls from the sheer force of it. abandoning all logical resolve, you reciprocate the kiss with the same amount of fervor. there was something wrong with you. the way you matched his intensity; your poorly concealed desire for him to take you in the middle of no fucking where. 

his lips pause in their assault, shifting to the column of your neck, persistent as they contrast between softness and domination. his hands roam your body with the sole purpose of refamiliarizing himself with your body after the time lost. you moan in his hold, against his unadulterated need for him to be right in between your legs

your bottoms are ripped away with haste, along with your panties, as you watch him half-lidded, your thighs house themselves over his shoulders—but your eyes pick up on something else: your phone. it was propped up directly underneath you, getting a perfect view of your glistening folds and the enticing position shidou took up with his face in between your legs. 

as if he senses your gaze, he glances up at you through his thick lashes. there was mischief there first, that unmistakable spark that always appeared in his eyes before he did something reckless or completely lost himself to the sport he loves. 

his gaze wandered only half a second to your core, sitting in front of him, but it immediately snapped back up, like he was struggling to ignore you any longer. 

“oh… you worried about the phone?” he jeered, tongue slipping from his lips to give a long, languorous stroke to your pussy. 

your body jolts, unprepared. how could one action prove to be so overwhelming? a quiet hitch in your breath, fingers curling instinctively against your own palm, every muscle seeming to hesitate. 

“don’t worry, baby,” he says lightly, almost laughing at you. “it’s just for me…” he slowly descended again with the full intention of never coming back up. then, after a beat, his grin curled higher. “...and maybe i’ll show a friend.” 

his fingers dug into your skin like an anchor, his tongue coming to flick the bundle of nerves in the apex of your thighs before capturing it in his mouth in a brutal suck. 

your jaw slacks open, finally receiving the relief—the satisfaction of his mouth working against you. your fingers reach to curl into his pink-tipped tresses, while the other hand holds the outer shell of the tree behind you to find purchase. you knew he could easily support you, put the immense pleasure threatened you into thinking you could fall at any moment. 

your head hit the back of the tree, eyes slipping close for only a heartbeat, savoring the tip of his tongue circling your clit in a steady motion, lingering for a moment before dragging along your slit, breaching your entrance. 

the fluttering presence of your orgasm grew in the pit of your stomach, behind your ribs, filling every space of your mind. 

you told yourself not to look, not to look at him between your thighs, afraid of what you might see. but curiosity was a patient thing, the way he kept…moaning against your pussy—you had to look. 

your head shifts down, and the moment your eyes meet, you almost come right then and there. the pink in his irises was strangely vivid; a faint color lifted across his cheeks. the further your eyes strayed down, the more you saw that he was palming himself through his pants—to you. he abruptly stopped touching himself, like it was something you were never supposed to see. 

shidou corrects his hold with both hands this time, and he leans forward without so much as thinking, assaulting you harder as if he were punishing you for looking. his tongue swept against you in one broad motion, quicker this time, driving you on the precipice of an orgasm. 

“fuck—please ryusei–!” you plead. 

he pauses, all the gathered slick painting his face as he removed himself—only slightly. 

“tell me it feels good.” he mumbles against your pussy.

two digits slide past your lips, an intrusion enough to steal your breath. your back lifts off the bark as his fingers massage that tuned spot deep inside you.

your eyes blur as a couple stray tears cascade down your cheeks from the intensity of his mouth and fingers working you open. you try to say something, anything, but your voice wouldn’t work. 

“tell me you need me—and i swear on everything i’ll give you what you want,” his words came out strained, desperation leaking through his facade, and he wasn’t keen on trying to hide it. shidou continued to watch the moans spill from your lips and the sweet contortion of your face. his hand subconsciously coming back down to rub himself to your lewd noises. “shit, c’mon, babe. please tell me you fucking need me—i’ll fuck you so good—”

you didn’t even give him the slightest chance to finish that sentence. your breath broke first, sharp and uneven as if your lungs had forgotten how to cooperate. 

“yes! yes yes yes please i need you.” 

his expression changed without warning, like another version of him had snapped back into place. as he properly looked up at you, a low smile threatened at the corner of his mouth. he darted up from his kneeling position in the dirt, a hand engulfing the back of your head as he gripped the strands of your hair, tilting your head back. shidou uses his thumb to part your flushed lips, allowing room for his invading fingers to push through and rest along your tongue, the same fingers he used to spear you with. your tongue swirled around them, taste buds flooding with the taste of you. 

it happened so quickly; all you could do was squint your eyes at the last second. shidou took a picture of you: face dewy and framed by moisture, lids halfway over your eyes, lips parted over his fingers invading your mouth, alive with a lingering adrenaline that blended seamlessly with your arousal. 

“good girl.” 

that was all you heard before that two-faced bastard tossed your phone like an insignificant piece of garbage, before leaning in to give you a ravaging kiss, leaving no sliver of opportunity for you to protest.  

one moment, you were grounded, on your own two feet, and the next, the world shifted upward as your balance disappeared entirely. there was a brief, instinctive jolt; arms locking around his shoulders as a teether. your weight had been gathered and carried as if it had never been an obstacle at all. 

“all i wanna hear is my name coming from that mouth, yeah babe?” 

an opportunity for you to respond was never granted. nothing could have prepared you for the stretch—the unforgiving motion of his member sheathing itself inside you until it physically couldn’t anymore. the feeling of him filling you, priming you, was something you could relive over and over again. you lean back, sighing with pleasure as your fingers rake the fabric that clothed his back. 

“so fucking good—” 

his hands grip you harder, pulling all your weight into him and practically lifting you halfway off, before driving his dick further and further inside. the world around you dulled, only sensitized to his cock drilling you and the filthy words he was whispering against the shell of your ear: how good you felt,  how pliant you were, how you were an excitement nothing else could ever bring. 

you had no control over your body, hips moving to meet his disparaging thrusts, head lolling back against the bark. 

“ryusei…m’ gonna cum—” you hiccup a moan, startled at the new angle he has you in: shidou precariously puts one of your legs over his shoulder, gravity starting to pull you down in his bruising hold. 

“hah?” he pretends not to hear, glancing up at you. “say that again?” 

you swallow your saliva, hoping to become more audible amidst the moans that come listlessly from your mouth. 

“you’re—” you don’t even finish, hooked on the vicious way he was pumping in and out of you, the crest of your orgasm approaching tenfold. 

“what were you gonna say?” the smile on his face spread way too quickly, pupils locked in on your expression with almost unsettling clarity, like whatever satisfaction had taken hold wasn’t fleeting and it was just settling in. 

“you’re gonna make me cum ryusei—!” you blurt out, hands reaching out to grip his forearms. 

“yeah? go ahead and cum on this dick that owns you.” 

whatever little piece of yourself you had been holding—calm, control, or even certainty—loosened rapidly in irreversible increments. your grip on him became tighter, a tremor forcing its way through your body at the crest of your orgasm. a raw, unfiltered sound came from your throat as you clenched around him, coming undone. 

he groaned at the crude way you cried out, trembling with your orgasm. his thrusts never let up, they never allowed you a moment of calm. desperate to chase his own high, he maneuvers your leg off his shoulder, hauling you up to be flushed up against him, chest to chest. shidou’s hands splayed over the expanse of your ass, driving you up and down, never ceasing his torture. some part of you happily obliged to help him, hooking your legs around his waist to help facilitate his ministrations while you rode through your high.

a smile ghosts his lips, shuddering with the exhilaration that came with fucking you. you felt him pulse within your walls before his movements stuttered with his ejaculation, and if he somehow could, he tried to push you down even further on his cock, ensuring your womb absorbed every ounce of what he had to give you. 

shidou moaned loudly in your hold, finally slowing to a halt. “yeah, you ain’t fucking leaving me now,” he said breathlessly. 

you only gripped him tighter, recognition settling into your fucked out brain, and somewhere along the way, you stopped choosing to notice the moment you became a part of him. 

[mlywon]

bllk men when you're on your period!

ᝰ. featuring : isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser, itoshi sae.

ᝰ. contains : fem!reader, suggestive at nagi, period, fluff.

ᝰ. wc : 1.2k

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . naz : im my period aswl but I evolved as I wrote basically. omg go me im lowk consistent, and this is happening b4 my exams btw🤣im cooked chat🫩lmk if y'all want a part two w shidou and them was gna add him here but icba. sorry for any mistakes or grammatical errors and this aint proofread either bye. enjoy !!

isagi yoichi

He's such a clueless boy, but he will try his best to cheer you up. As soon as you text him a message saying you're feeling down, he rushes to your door within minutes, holding your favourite sweets. He doesn't even know, and yet he comes prepared.

Isagi is the type of analyst who analyses your movements and facial expressions, tries to figure out whether you're in discomfort, and then acts without asking or saying anything. Your head falls without thinking, and he's already wrapping his arms around you, letting you lean onto his shoulder and embrace his warmth.

He tucks you into bed and keeps you talking about anything and everything, just to distract you, his voice is soft until it fades into the background, right before you fall asleep, he leans down and leaves a gentle kiss on your lips.

bachira meguru

His usual playful demeanour still lingers, but instead he tries to lift your mood up by cracking jokes here and there. '' is your monster acting up too?'' he spills, earning a cracked smile from you and a silent ''shut up''. Mission accomplished, he made you smile even for a little while.

When he sees you’re really in pain, his energy shifts, but not in a big way, just softer. He helps you into comfier pjs, hands gently brushing, then changes into something similar himself, quietly matching with you without saying a word.

Bachira’s already warming up your hot water bottle, keeping you close while he waits. When it’s ready, he carries you to bed and settles in behind you, pulling you comfortably between his legs, your back against his chest. He turns on your favourite movie, his presence warm and steady as you fall asleep.

rin itoshi

feel like he would just freeze or act like nothing happened. He doesn't really know what to do in these situations since its his first time. He notices your mood getting crankier, and instead of retorting, he just stays silent and agrees with whatever you're saying.

Rin notices everything. You shift a little? He’s already clocked it. You go quiet? He’s paying attention. He doesn't really speak much, either, just asks '' is it getting worse?'' or ''do you want some paracetamol?'' . He's the type to be mad if you try doing anything in the midst of your pain. He follows you everywhere like a little kitten and handles everything, the chores, the cooking and will even scold if you try pushing yourself a little.

His hand settles on your back, gently tracing small circles as you press into his chest, letting yourself relax. When you wake up the next morning, his phone is still open next to you, search history untouched: ‘what to do when my girlfriend’s on her period?’

nagi seishiro

He would realise immediately at the subtle change of your mood, but ask the stupidest and most oblivious questions, ''what colour is it?'', '' does it hurt?'' or '' what's wrong with having sex during this time?''. You would roll your eyes and tell him to leave you alone if he's going to be dumb. He would probably be annoyed FOR you seeing you in pain and stress, but will pat your head gently to cheer you up.

He'd drag you to bed almost immediately and trap both of you under a blanket. He's big on staying put, saying it's too much effort to do anything else. If you complain about pain, he might sigh a little, then pull you closer anyway, ''just stay here… it’ll pass'', and to your surprise, it actually works?? because he's warm and relaxed against you and massaging your tummy slowly while playing games on his phone.

The funniest part is, Nagi won't even move an inch the whole time and just stretches out for snacks or tissue and doesn't let you separate from him either. He will pay you full attention even while playing his games, but if you actually need something, he'll actually go instead of complaining. He is willing to make any sort of effort if it's his girl only.

chigiri hyoma

Out of all of them, he’s probably the most knowledgeable, growing up with an older sister, he at least knows what to expect. Chigiri would already have Flo downloaded, just to be prepared. He’d switch out your bedsheets for darker ones and quietly restock your place with sweet treats before you would even get to complain about being hungry.

He practically insists on helping you shower, quietly promising it’ll help, and, of course, he’s right. He takes his time afterwards, gently drying your hair and tying it into a ponytail before doing his own. When you admit you feel a bit better, he just lifts a brow, a hint of a smirk there ''Told you it would help''

Chigiri keeps handing you warm water without even seeming to realise how often he’s doing it, while you stay curled up on his lap, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone. When it finally clicks just how much he knows, you look up at him, a little taken aback. ''Are you sure you didn’t have a girlfriend before?’ you ask, raising an eyebrow. He glances down at you, almost offended, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. ''Did all that research for my girlfriend, and you still doubt me?''

michael kaiser

This one doesn't know shit. He's already looking at you weirdly as you're sprawled across the bed. Instead of going soft, he blurts ''you look terrible today'', he isn't even trying to be mean; he is just genuinely being himself. You would usually scowl back at him, but you just stayed still today, making him go stiff in his place. He groans as he makes his way to the bed, flipping around so you're facing him now. He makes you sit up and ties your hair into a messy ponytail before rushing to get medicine.

He comes back holding your favourite snacks and PACKS of medicines. ''should have told me sooner'' he murmured softly before feeding you. Kaiser has you lying on his arm and snuggled against him, and every time you complain, he just pulls you closer, '' stop moving. your making it worse'' he tuts. He isn't shy about closeness; he has his arm around your waist like it belongs there.

He checks on you more than he admits, and every time you're visibly in pain, his heart drops to his ass, and his voice drops even lower and stays there the whole time, even if he pretends he has better things to do. And if anyone mutters anything insensitive to you? Oh, they are getting their head banged.

sae itoshi

He feels you squirming uncomfortably on his lap and immediately asks if anything's wrong, and when you do say, he's already got a stern look on his face as to why you didn't tell him sooner. He's already getting heat pads and lying you down under the dim lighting, making you comfortable.

Sae is searching up youtube videos in the kitchen to cook you your favourite. When he brings the food over to you after 2 hours, you laugh. You genuinely laugh despite the growing pain, feeling giddy. ''You spent this long cooking me my dish? You're so cute''. At first, he's just staring, then his cheeks turn dusty pink, heat crawling up his neck. He clears his throat before flicking your forehead, earning a 'ouch' from you. ''eat it before it gets cold''

Before bed, he does your skincare, gently placing a face mask and soothing it out. He gives you a little peck before moving on to the next step, catching you off guard. He's extra affectionate when you're feeling unwell, which makes you lowkey want to be on your period forever.

𝄖𝄖 plagiarism is prohibited.

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[cryopie]

Shidou Ryusei and the way he loves 𐙚♡

word count: 859 / he's so fun to write. Shidou's backstory when tho >_< ♡

Shidou Ryusei and the way he loves marking you. Biting the junction where your shoulder meets your neck, teeth sinking in enough to leave a stinging pink mark as he sucks and licks it to soothe it. His breathing is rough as he smirks at the messy bruises left behind, satisfied by the unmissable proof that you are completely his.

Shidou Ryusei and the way his eyes widen in pure shock when you kiss him first. A feral, beautiful grin breaking across his face as he grips the back of your neck tightly, deepening the kiss, completely overpowering you. He becomes drunk on your initiative because even a single spark of your desire sets his entire soul on fire.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he craves your comfort when he feels empty. Showing up at your door late at night, his usual loud energy replaced by a heavy silence as he hugs you the minute you open the door, holding you so tightly it almost hurts. Even though he refuses to say a single word about what's bothering him, drowning in your arms could warm even his loneliest heart.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he sends the most random texts imaginable at three in the morning because something reminded him of you.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he loves making you flustered. A dangerous grin spreading across his face whenever he notices you getting embarrassed because now he's definitely going to make it worse.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he forces you to match his pace and mood. Needing you to experience every spike of adrenaline right alongside him because a life without you sharing his heartbeat has become completely uninteresting.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he admires you when you dress up. His jaw dropping and his eyes tracking your every movement as he stalks over to you, trapping you against the wall, complimenting you against your lips. Seeing you look so good makes him crazy over you.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he gets jealous stepping directly between you and anyone else with a sharp grin, dropping his chin onto your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, mocking the person that got too close to you.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he loves when you praise him. A grin spreading across his face, leaning in close until his nose brushes yours. Demanding you say it again and again acting like it feeds his massive ego, when in reality, a single word of approval from you feels like the ultimate validation he's been hunting his entire life.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he gets protective in crowded places. Walking with his arm slung around your neck as his fingers play with the collar of your shirt. His eyes scanning the crowd, pulling you against his side. Your safety is a boundary he will break anyone to protect.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he sleeps beside you completely sprawled out with his heavy leg thrown over your waist and his face buried deep in your chest. Trapping you beneath his weight entirely unconsciously, refusing to let you out of his grasp even while asleep.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he remembers your favorite things. Casually tossing random expensive items to you because it reminded him of you. Even though he may not say it, your likes and dislikes have permanently wired themselves into his brain.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he takes care of you when you accidentally hurt yourself, grabbing your wrist and inspecting the injury, his large hands unusually steady as he cleans it. Snapping at you for being reckless because the thought of something breaking you makes his entire world feel unstable.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he drags you into his showers, grabbing you by your waist and ignoring your squeals about your clothes getting wet. Splashing water at you with a wicked laugh before pinning you against the tile under the water so he can wash your hair himself, turning a chaotic moment into a warm bubble.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he kisses you when he misses you, not a sweet greeting but a bruising clash of his lips against yours the second he sees you again. Gripping your hair to tilt your head back, his tongue invading your mouth with a breathless desperation. Panting against your mouth when he finally pulls back, his eyes dark and fixated on your swollen lips, completely intoxicated by you.

Shidou Ryusei and the way he looks at you when you're sleeping. Propping his head on his hand as he stares at your peaceful sleeping face. His expression is much softer than his usual malice, showing something tender as he gently traces your features letting out a rare sigh because honestly, you are the only miracle he ever truly believed in.

Shidou Ryusei and the way his love feels like a big explosion of feelings. Every single interaction carrying the weight of his entire soul because Shidou doesn't love you in pieces, he only knows how to give you everything he has, all at once, until your entire world is colored by him.

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WHEN PREDATOR MEETS PREY

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄...! A fun date with Bunny turns into a night of danger when he suddenly chases you into the woods. But what'll happen if he catches you?

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍! 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! dark content, nsfw, noncon primal play, dubcon oral (f!receiving), fingering, bunny chases you thru the woods

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This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

"Keep running, cariño," a dark, familiar voice giggled, a devilish smirk stretching across his lips, his voice an echo in your ear as you ran through the darkened forest.

With only the moon casting a dim light on your surroundings, leaving you with only your wit and intuition to guide you through the darkness, branches whipped at your face and tore through the fabric of your sleeves, digging into your arms as you fought furiously against nature.

Dead leaves glued themselves to the bottom of your shoes, mud caking itself to your legs when you splashed through small dirty ponds from the previous night's rain. Blood trickled down your swollen and cut cheeks, throat dry and lungs shriveling from the cold wind invading your windpipe. Every branch stomped on sent an eerie chill down your spine, wondering if it had been your doing or the man chasing you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as the rush of fear became overbearing, your heart thunderously pounding in your chest, your heartbeat deafening.

You were sure you were going to pass out soon, the burning ache in your calves and thighs rendering you nearly exhausted. Despite the soreness your muscles and your body begging you to stop and rest, fear is what kept you going. The sensation of being captured and tormented prevented you from stopping, knowing if you hesitated in the slightest, he'd surely catch you.

What would happen then? What would you do if he caught you?

There was no time to linger on the thought ─ you had to keep running, for your life. You urged your body forward, the only direction that could possibly lead you out of the woods. Jumping over fallen logs of trees was a struggle against the slippery, muddy ground, yet you maintained balanced. Even with a small trip here and there, you carried on.

There wasn't a single other person around for miles. No houses or buildings to escape ─ the horror of your reality was beginning to dawn on you. It would be hopeless and a fruitless effort to scream and shout for help. No one would be able to hear you.

There was no hope ─ you were prey.

How did you end up in this position again? What act of insolence could've possibly warranted such an escapeless terror? Oh right, you accepted a date from a stranger, a man you barely knew. He seemed kind and gentle, if a little off-putting, his crimson eyes carrying no light in them. He was handsome and charming, making your heart flutter with just a smile.

His name was Bunny, and you fell for his trap.

The date started out innocent enough. He picked you up, gifted you an expensive bouquet of flowers, paid for dinner and drinks at a nice pub and suggested a nice stroll along the woods, wanting to bask in the cool breeze of the autumn night. When was the last time you had been catered to such a romantic and thoughtful date? The night couldn't be better, but just when you thought it was about to end, Bunny stopped at an opening in the woods and turned on a timer ─ 5 minutes.

"Run," he said casually, as if this was a normal thing to do on a first date.

You were dumbfounded. 5 minutes to run, but why? What for? You hadn't even a chance to ask him what he meant before he smiled at you. Not the same sweet smile he showed you all night ─ it was sinister in nature, his lifeless eyes suddenly gleaming with a predatory excitement.

"Run," he said again and you needn't be told twice.

You turned on your heel and darted into the woods, the last sound you heard was the chilling sound of his laughter and ringing of the timer going off and the fast pattering of footsteps chasing right after you. The asshole set off the timer before time was even up.

And now, it felt like you had been running for hours, navigating blindly through the maze of trees, praying you wouldn't run into any other predator, the one chasing you already terrifying enough to give you a heart attack. Every small clearing offered you some respite, until the sudden call from the evil behind you sent you forward, forcing you to dash again.

Unfortunately, your jumbled thoughts clouded your focus and in the darkness of the night, you missed sight of the misfortunately placed tree root sticking out from the ground. Stumbling, your foot caught in the root, sending you forward onto the wet forest floor. The fall was painful, rocks piercing and digging into your skin, mud slathered on your clothes, mixing in with the blood trickling from small cuts. Your body ached from the abrupt fall and your hands sunk into the earth as you attempted to lift yourself up. Bruises were bound to litter your body and you might've even cracked a rib or two from landing on the thick tree root.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, pobrecita," you heard from behind.

Your heart stopped ─ that chilling voice. How close had he been this whole time? Turning around ever so slightly, you spotted him, Bunny, inching towards where you lay weakly on the ground. He loomed over you, head tilted with a mock pout on his lips, but those dead eyes carried lust in them, with a dash of pity.

"Bunnies need to be more careful of where they're going. You could really hurt yourself, cariño," he mocked, the corner of his lips twitching with an evil grin.

Without hesitation, you sprang up off the ground, steadying yourself on your feet before limping away, trying to move as fast as you could, but it was futile. You were too injured to move, the tears you had been trying to hold back now cascading down your bleeding cheeks.

He stalked towards you slowly, like a lion creeping up on its prey, waiting for the moment to strike. In this state, you were easy picking, perfect to snatch and devour. With your limp, you wouldn't be able to get far.

Leaning against the trees helped to add support for your weight, even if it was a lost effort. He reached out to grab you, his large hand wrapping around your bruised and cut arm, digging into your skin. A loud cry erupted from you, fat tears falling faster from your eyes puffy, red as you looked back at him.

"Don't hurt me," you pleaded weakly, and for a split second, his red orbs blinked in confusion. Hurt you? Why would he do that?

He quickly masked his surprise with a grin, loosening his grip before tugging you backwards, your back flushed against his broad chest, burying his nose into your neck, breathing in a long whiff of your scent.

"I won't hurt you," he purred, manhandling your body until you were pressed against the closest tree, your chest and face pressed firmly against the rough and itchy bark. "Why would I hurt you? I just wanna play."

Play? Your arms were held tightly behind your back, Bunny's nose still buried in your neck and hair, occasionally coming close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, sending a shiver of dread down your spine.

"What are you gonna do to me..?" you shakily asked.

"What am I gonna do?" he mockingly asked, tapping his finger to his chin with a hum.

"Well, what do you think I'm gonna do? I've just caught my little prey."

His chest was pressed flush against your back, hips rolling against the curve of your ass, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat. You bit your lip to suppress the moan you wanted to let out, unwilling to let yourself find pleasure when you were wracked with fear. His hand reached out to your face, his thumb pulling your lip from your teeth.

"Don't get quiet on me now, cariño. I wanna hear you. Scream for me."

Your teeth chattered and your body shuddered, his calloused hands snaking up your plush thighs, toying with the hem of your panties.

A cold breeze swept through the woods at the exact moment his fingers hooked under the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down your thighs, nearly tearing the thin piece of fabric off your hips. You didn't know what caused you to shiver more: the cool gusts of autumn wind or your legs being spread apart by the man who had been chasing you, watching him through your peripherals as he sunk onto his knees, the mud squelching beneath him as knelt onto the ground, dim, red eyes catching sight of your glistening folds under your skirt.

"Bunny, please... don't..."

His eyes flickered up to yours, still red and flooded with tears.

"Don't what? I haven't done anything... yet," he said with a grin, ducking his head back under your skirt.

A surprised gasp slipped out when you felt the strange sensation of his tongue licking a stripe up your folds, a shiver rippling down your spine as you tried to push his head away.

"Wait, Bunny!"

He wasn't waiting, and he had no intention of stopping either, not when you tasted so good on his tongue, not when your sweet scent filled his nostrils. His eyes threatened to roll back into his head from just the feeling of you trembling alone. He was rock hard, the rough fabric of his pants straining against his bulge, yet he couldn't even think of touching himself, wanting only to focus on the gorgeous sounds of your mewls and the nectar glazing his tongue.

He was a madman, licking and sucking at your lower lips like a starved prisoner. Your body shook violently against the tree, the ache in your ankle restraining you from being able to kick him away. Now, Bunny may have been cruel to chase you through the woods unprompted, but he was still a gentleman, and he took notice of your distress.

Without breaking contact with your clit, he lifted your injured leg, giving you some relief even while his mouth was sucking the life out of you through your throbbing pussy.

Bunny even went as far as rubbing soothing circles on your ankle, his other hand snaking its way up to your cunt, shoving two of his thick fingers inside of you. It was tricky to get his rhythm and pacing right, but when he was in sync, stars formed in your hazy vision. The kindness of his massage on your ankle contradicted the thrusting of his fingers, yet his attentiveness is what sent heat waves to your core.

A cry escaped your lips as he continued his assault on your lower region, his digits curling inside you to bring you the pleasure he knew you deserved for being so good and "letting him" chase you.

Stars were everywhere now, tears flooding your tear ducts as fire pooled in your abdomen, that familiar burn coiling in your stomach.

"Bunny," you choked out, soft tear droplets spilling down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. The forest soundscape was no longer the hooting of owls or the howls of foxes but the dirtiness of squelching from Bunny shoving his fingers in and out of you, the tip of his tongue flicking at your sensitive bud.

"Bunny, please," you cried out, your voice shaky from crying. And while the pain in your ankle slowly subsided, the winding coil in your stomach only grew tighter.

"Please, what, cariño? Suddenly you don't know how to talk? Are my fingers fucking you that good?" he mocked.

You were at a loss for words ─ torn between wanting to give in and ask him for sweet release or holding out and not letting him get what he wants. Because he wants you to ask him to cum. Bunny wants you to be dependent on him, so reliant that you can't even cum unless you ask him first.

And in your pain-filled daze, the former sounded like pure bliss.

"I-I need.. to cum," you whimpered.

He smirked against your clit, pulling his fingers out and leaving you feeling empty and needier than before. But just as you were about to cry for him, he replaced his digits with his tongue, punching the slippery pink muscle it in and out of your cunt, silently giving you permission to cum on his tongue.

Between the tongue fucking and his tight grip on your thighs, you were in Heaven, the fear and pain you felt minutes ago dissipating and morphing into ecstasy as you finally let go, juices spewing and coating his tongue and chin. His face was wet, for sure, but he didn't mind a single bit of your orgasm.

Even after you came, he was still lapping at your drenched folds, drinking in every bit of you that he could before standing back up, keeping a tight hold of your injured leg. He wanted you to be afraid of him, but he definitely didn't want to hurt you.

You were his baby now.

"Do you think you can walk?" he asked with genuine concern, his breath hot against your ear.

You rolled your ankle just a bit, a small stinging pain running up your leg, but it wasn't as bad as you initially thought. He carefully let of your leg, allowing you to put pressure on it.

"I think so," you guessed. It didn't hurt as much anymore, but you might be walking with a limp, finally ready to be done with this and go back home to the safety of your bed where you'll never again have to see this man.

But any thought of being rid of him was stomped on when you noticed his smile, that same evil grin as before. A chill ran down your body, fear flooding you all over again.

This wasn't over, far from it.

"Good," he said. "Because you have two minutes to run this time."

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Love is stronger than all obstacles. Blue Lock

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Ryusei Shidou, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Miakge, Seishiro Nagi, Michael Kaiser

Ryusei Shidou

For everyone, Shido Ryusei was a natural disaster, an uncontrollable psycho, from whom it is better to stay away. And only you saw in his frantic pulse not a thirst for destruction, but a cry of loneliness. You were the only one who treated his broken knuckles after fights and did not look away when he grinned in his crazy smile. You believed that your love would be enough to subdue him.

But that evening, everything went wrong. Another skirmish between Shido and some guys outside the field turned into chaos. As always, you were there, trying to stop him, to stand between him and his anger. In the heat of the scuffle, someone pushed you-hard, backhandedly. You fell, hitting your temple on the edge of the concrete curb.

Shido froze. The world stopped for him the moment he saw the blood running down your face. He didn't remember how he scattered the crowd, how he carried you home, how he applied ice with trembling hands. It wasn't the fact that he was attacked that scared him, but the fact that his presence in your life had become a threat to your safety.

You woke up in the morning, your head was buzzing, and instead of the usual glass of water, there was a piece of paper torn from a notebook on the bedside table. The handwriting was sharp and ragged, as if every word had been written through pain and force.

"I looked at you while you were sleeping and saw the wound on your face. I did it. Not them, but my presence next to you. Yesterday I realized that if I stay, something unpleasant will happen to you again next time. I'm not made to be loved, I'm made to be feared.

Don't look for me. You'll be better off without me."

You squeezed the paper, feeling tears drip onto it. You were ready to put up with his antics and the fact that the whole world would turn on you while Shido was on your side, but you weren't ready for him to decide to protect you from problems by simply disappearing from your life.

It's been six months, but the memories of the guy haven't left you. Every time you saw a shock of bright hair in a crowd or heard a sharp, cheeky laugh, your heart skipped a beat before the realization whispered, "It's not him." You tried to move on, just like he asked. The wound on your temple had long since healed, leaving no trace, but the scar on your soul continued to ache on rainy evenings.

You were just returning from shopping that night. You walked, lost in thought, until you stopped at a pedestrian crossing. He was leaning against the wall of a building on the opposite side of the street. Shido's appearance hasn't changed in any way during this time, he noticed you too. You saw how his shoulders tensed, and the whole range of emotions flashed across his face: from surprise to sadness.

You took an involuntary step forward, your lips twitching, pronouncing his name without a sound. As soon as the traffic light flashed green, you took off without noticing anything around you. You ran towards him as if your life depended on it, and crashed into him at full speed. Tears gushed from your eyes, burning your cheeks, and you started pounding your fists on his chest. Your punches were weak due to your sobs, but there was so much accumulated pain in them that Shido didn't even try to defend himself.

"How could you?!"You screamed, choking on your tears. "Who gave you the right to decide for me?! Did you think you were saving me by leaving me alone? You just left me, Shido! You're a coward!"

Shido was silent. He just held you, letting your rage burn out in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered faintly, his voice trembling, you knew he was suffering as much as you were. "I'm just... I was so afraid of hurting you. But without you, I've become nothing. I'm not leaving anymore. I swear, no matter what happens, I won't leave you anymore."

Isagi Yoichi

You've been keeping your feelings inside for years, afraid that a confession would destroy the relationship that you and Isagi already had. However, when you decided to tell him about your love, the guy did not reciprocate, asking you to give him time to think.

Today you were walking alone, but the weather turned bad and you wanted to go home, when suddenly you noticed the silhouettes of Isaga and a girl in the distance. The rain drowned out everything around you, but you heard her voice clearly, clear and determined. You were standing just a few meters away, hiding behind the corner of the cold concrete fence, and every word she said "I've loved you for a long time, Isagi!" was a physical pain in your chest.

It wasn't just sadness, it was a feeling as if all the air had been drained from my lungs at once. You've been rehearsing these words for so many months, falling asleep and waking up with his name on your lips, but you're still the loser. You saw through a veil of tears how Isagi froze, how his gaze suddenly became soft. At that moment, you understood: You don't have a chance.

Your heart ached so much that you involuntarily sobbed, pressing your palm to your lips, and took a careless step back. The sole of his sneaker squeaked loudly on the wet asphalt, hitting an empty tin can.

Isagi turned around abruptly. His gaze instantly found you pale, trembling, with a mute cry of pain in your eyes. His smile faded immediately. Genuine confusion was reflected in the blue pupils, which in a second was replaced by a frightening realization. He looked at the girl in front of him, then back at you, and his hand, which he had almost extended to his opponent, dropped limply.

The girl in front of Isagi touched his shoulder, trying to get his attention back, but Yoichi seemed petrified. Turning around, you rushed away, just not to see this picture, which is why the guy took off running after you. He quickly caught up with you, his hand gripping your wrist tightly but carefully, forcing you to stop. In a fit of emotion, you started yelling at Isagi, ordering him to let you go and asking what that girl has that you don't. Then the guy realized that you had misunderstood everything that day.

"Stupid.".. I didn't say that because I don't love you," his voice became quiet and hoarse. "I was just scared to death of messing up." You're more important to me than anyone else in the world, and I didn't want to rush it, I wanted to be worthy of your feelings. But when I saw you leaving... I realized that I didn't want to wait another second. Please excuse me.

Rin Itoshi

Your relationship with Rin was like walking on thin ice: every time you felt warm between you, he deliberately turned cold towards you and pulled away. You forgave his harshness, attributing it to a difficult character, and you became close again until the next attack of his estrangement. This cycle was exhausting for you, but love was stronger than fatigue.

Everything collapsed in one evening. Rin was stressed out after a failed workout, and your attempt to just offer him a break backfired on you.

"Do you really think I care about your 'concern'?" His voice was frighteningly flat. "Because of your concern, I've relaxed too much, it just gets in the way."

The words backhanded. This time, there was no usual irritation in his eyes—there was absolute indifference. You froze, feeling like something had finally broken inside. Tears began to flow down your cheeks, which you no longer tried to hide.

"Okay, Rin," you whispered, and your voice was shaking with unbearable pain. "Since you want it so badly... I'll leave. I will never bother you again. Goodbye."

You turned around and left. Rin stared at the closed door with cold calm. He was sure that you would cool off and then everything would be all right again. A day passed, and Rin found himself constantly checking his phone, but there was no message. Three days passed, and the silence slowly began to weigh on him. A week later, Rin found himself thinking that he was only thinking about you in training, every second he was waiting for you to show up. A strange, suffocating feeling began to grow in his chest, and the realization came to his mind that this time you had really left.

In the evening, you heard an insistent ring at the door. When you opened it, you froze. Rin was standing in the doorway. He looked unusually disheveled, his gaze darting over your face, as if he was trying to make sure that you still existed. Rin took a step forward, invading your personal space. His hand rose slowly, almost timidly, and touched your cheek. His fingers were trembling slightly.

"I'm an idiot," he gasped, and his eyes reflected such pain that your resentment began to melt. "I thought I could do it without you. I thought it would be easier for me. But all I've been doing all week is dying to wait. You are welcome... come back. You're the only thing keeping me from going completely insane."

Sae Itoshi

You met Sae before his final triumph in Europe, and then you could still catch glimpses of something alive in his eyes. But after returning from Spain, Itoshi Sae seemed to have erased everything human in himself, replacing feelings with dry professionalism. You lived in his apartment, cooked breakfast, which he ate in complete silence, fell asleep to the sound of his laptop keys, and your communication practically came to naught. You were a person with whom he could be calm, but over time you began to feel not like a beloved girl, but just an interior detail — comfortable, but deprived of the right to a voice and emotions.

Sae returned from training that day especially withdrawn. You tried to start a conversation about his weekend plans, but he only briefly dropped it.: "I'll be busy. Do something by yourself."

You nodded silently and went out onto the balcony, so that the cold air would help hold back the tears that were bursting out, and dialed your friend's number. Sae came into the kitchen to put down an empty cup, and froze at the half-open balcony door when he heard your trembling voice.

—I can't take it anymore," you whispered, holding the phone to your ear. "Tell me, does my presence in his life bother him that much?" Sometimes it seems to me that if I disappear tomorrow, he will notice it only because there will be no one in the house to make coffee...

Sae stood motionless, and at that moment his vaunted "analytical system" malfunctioned. He always believed that he gave you stability and comfort, but your words revealed the reality: instead of freedom, he gave you only loneliness. Something clicked in his chest, and he abruptly opened the balcony door. You flinched and dropped your phone, which hit the tile with a thud.

"Sae?.." You backed away, quickly wiping your eyes.".. I'm going to my room now, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting..."

But instead of leaving, Sae took a step forward and abruptly pulled you towards him. His embrace was unusually tight, he buried his face in your hair, and you felt his hands on your back tremble slightly.

"Don't say that," his voice was quiet, but there was warmth in it. "Don't ever say that again."

He pulled back a few centimeters to look into your eyes. His gaze, usually sharp and unreadable, was now filled with confusion.

"I'm so used to shutting myself off from the whole world that I accidentally distanced myself from you. I don't feel bad with you. Conversely... You're the only one who can still make me show emotion. If you disappear, this world will become my grave. Sae gently took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry. Give me a chance to learn how to be not only a football player, but also a decent man for you."

Reo Miakge

For Reo, you were the center of the universe. He surrounded you with attention that seemed dazzling to many: expensive gifts, a personal driver home, his endless smiles in the school corridors. But there was a downside.

While Reo was in training, your world turned into hell. As soon as he disappeared behind the gym door, the whispers behind his back became ridicule. "You're not worthy of him," "Look how she grabbed his money," "Reo deserves a girl of her level, not... this."

Your notebooks turned out to be torn, things were often thrown away somewhere, and during recess you could be deliberately pushed so that you would fall to the floor to the mocking laughter of the offenders. But the worst part was the moral pressure that was put on you every day: the suggestion that you were the ballast that was dragging the heir to the Mikage Corporation to the bottom.

You were silent. You didn't want Reo to see you as a victim, you felt like if he found out, he'd be disappointed. You hid your bruises under your long sleeves and attributed your red eyes to "study fatigue." A hole was growing inside you: you yourself began to believe that you were not worthy of his radiance.

This could have continued until graduation, but one day Reo forgot his phone in class and returned for it earlier than usual. He froze in the doorway when he saw a scene that made his vision go dark. Two girls from a parallel class were standing over you while you were picking up things scattered from your bag. One of them squeamishly stepped on your palm with a shoe, squeezing it.

"Understand already," she said, "Reo will soon get enough of playing with you and throw you away. You're just a toy to him."

"That's enough... please..." your voice broke into a sob, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold back the sobs.

In the next second, the air in the classroom seemed to freeze. Reo approached so quietly and swiftly that the offenders noticed him only when he pulled the girl who was crushing your hand away from you with a steel grip.

"Do you even understand what you're doing right now?" Reo said softly, but there was obvious anger in his eyes.

The offenders turned pale. All their pride evaporated before the power and influence of Mikage. They rushed out of the classroom without waiting for an answer.

Reo immediately knelt down next to you. Seeing your trembling body and broken knees, he felt like his heart was breaking into pieces.

"and how long has this been happening?.." he breathed out, gently taking your face in his hands. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You were silent, but there was nowhere else to go. "I was afraid that then their words would come true," you whispered, finally letting the tears flow. "I was worried about ruining your reputation. That I'm really not your match."

Reo hugged you so tightly that it became difficult for you to breathe. He nuzzled your hair, and you felt him tremble slightly at the realization of the pain you endured alone for him.

"Listen to me," he whispered. "This whole world is not worth a single tear of yours. If someone dares to open their mouth in your direction again, they will regret that they were born at all. You are the best thing that has happened in my life, and I am not worthy of you suffering because of me."

He picked you up in his arms, deciding that he would not leave you alone for a second longer.

Seishiro Nagi

Previously, you and Nagi could spend hours lying on the couch playing video games, eating junk food and laughing at silly videos. Nagi didn't have to pretend, he could be sincere with you and not worry about anything. But gradually, everything started to change. With the advent of professional football into Nagi's life and his obsession with new goals, his laziness in relationships became critical. He stopped responding to messages, forgot about meetings, and brushed off your attempts to talk, saying it was "too much trouble." You stopped feeling like a loved one. As a result, you broke up.: quietly, without scandals, they just went their separate ways. Nagi bought a new phone, moved only the most important things, and seemed to have completely erased you from his life.

It's been six months. Nagi achieved a lot on the field, but there was a frightening silence in his life. He used to call it "comfort," but now he understands.: it was an endless, suffocating melancholy. Without your laughter in the background and your messages, the world has become colorless.

One day, while rummaging through a desk drawer in search of a charger, he came across his old phone. Nagi pressed the power button, and the screen glowed faintly. The first thing he saw was the screensaver. There was a picture on the wallpaper.: Both of you, disheveled and sleepy, smile at the camera, and you try to kiss him on the cheek while he pretends to be unhappy.

His fingers twitched. He went into the gallery. There were hundreds of pictures: here you are feeding him with a spoon when he was too lazy to raise his hand; here you fell asleep in an embrace right on the floor; here is a short video where you laugh, and he looks at you with tenderness.

Something cracked in Naga's chest. A single tear fell on the screen, right on your face. There's another one behind it. He had been crying very hard, but now he was sobbing, realizing that he had lazily thrown away the most valuable thing he had. He wasn't just bored. He was dying from the realization of the emptiness that was eating away at him from the inside out.

With trembling hands, he logged into his contact list. Your number was still there. Nagi didn't wait—he dialed it, praying that you wouldn't change your SIM card.

— Hello?.. — your voice on the phone sounded like music from a distant, happy dream.

Nagi sniffed, not trying to hide the fact that he was crying. "Please don't hang up, I'm... I'm such an idiot." I thought it was hard for me to live with you, but I realized that I really couldn't even breathe without you.

He spoke haltingly, apologizing for every time he ignored you, for every cold word.

"I'll find you wherever you are." I will never say again that it is "troublesome" for me to be with you. Please give me a chance to just sit next to you... just like before.

You listened to his halting, tear-soaked speech, and the world around you seemed to freeze. The anger that you've been cultivating for these months crumbled to dust at the mere sound of his broken voice.

"Naked.".. — you finally exhaled, and the tears that you had been holding back for so long began to flow down your cheeks. — You have no idea how much I've been waiting for this call. I was so mad at you... I tried to hate you, but.. Of course I couldn't do it.

You pressed your free hand to your lips, trying to calm your breathing, but your shoulders were shaking and your heart was clenching.

"I don't want any more silence, Nagi. Come. Right now. I don't care about apologies, it's just... Just stay here.

On the other end of the line, you could hear him grabbing his keys and packing along the way. You texted him your address and the guy immediately ran to you.

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser always felt superior to others, but when he realized that your smile made his heart beat outside the set rhythm, he was afraid. For him, affection was synonymous with vulnerability, a crack in the image he had so carefully built. And then he decided to "eliminate the threat." At parties after matches, he deliberately flirted with models, watching you turn pale out of the corner of his eye. He would throw cold, sarcastic phrases in your face: "Make no mistake, you're just a temporary person in my life." He was waiting for you to break down so that his "weakness" would go away by itself.

And you "broke down", you left. No screams or scenes. It's just that one day he returned to an empty apartment where your things were no longer there. The Kaiser was celebrating his victory, he was invincible again. But every day the silence in the room became unbearable, and his "crown" became heavier and heavier.

It's been a few months. Kaiser walked through the evening city, hiding his face behind the hood of a hoodie. He was heading to a restaurant when his gaze froze on the window of a small coffee shop.

You were sitting there at the corner table. There was a guy sitting across from you, an ordinary guy with no status or appearance. He was talking enthusiastically, and you... You were laughing. As sincerely and openly as she used to laugh just for Michael.

For you, this person was just a friend you met to discuss business with, but the Kaiser didn't know that. At that moment, something hurt in his chest. Looking at you, he realized a monstrous truth: he did not "protect" himself, he personally destroyed what gave him so much strength all this time.

Kaiser couldn't bring himself to leave. He yanked open the door of the coffee shop, stormed inside and, ignoring your companion, collapsed on his knees in front of you right in the middle of the hall.

"Please don't look at him like that," Kaiser croaked, pressing his forehead against your knees. "I lied. I hurt you because I'm a coward who was scared of how much I needed you. You can get back at me any way you want, but don't you dare give yourself to someone else."

He looked up at you, full of tears and despair, publicly destroying his perfect image for the sake of one forgiving look from you.

[miiroki]

Older! Rin Itoshi is a boob guy! ★ (NSFW) ﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚

ಣ Rin isn’t the type to vocalize what he likes, to be honest, he’d rather die than admit to having "sexual" preferences. But his actions give him away every single time it’s almost pathetic. He is, without a doubt, a total tits guy…

ಣ Rin tries not to ogle, but his eyes track your movements so intensely. If you wear something with a lower neckline, or a top that hugs your curves just right, you’ll catch his gaze dropping for a split second before he snaps his eyes back to your face, scowling a little harder than usual to mask the distraction.

ಣ When you two are alone on the couch after a gruelling day of practice, his favorite way to unwind is having you lean back against him and his hands will almost always automatically find their way to your waist, slowly sliding upward to rest just beneath your chest, his thumbs tracing the lower curve of your breasts, occasionally grazing just above your nipples. As sexual as it is, it’s also a grounding feeling that just makes him melt.

ಣ If he’s feeling exceptionally exhausted (and uniquely needy), he will lay his head right in your lap, burying his face directly into your chest. He loves the warmth, the smell, the softness, and the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat, when his face is smushed in your cleavage it makes him feel like he’s surrounded by you, and it's the only thing that actually silences the soccer-related voices that tell him to destroy in his brain. Rin works himself to absolute exhaustion on the pitch literally everyday, meaning when he finally crashes, he sleeps like the dead. His favorite position (to no one’s suprise) is burying his face entirely into your chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist like a vise so you can't escape. Because he falls into such a deep, heavy sleep, his jaw slacks completely. You’ll wake up in the morning to find a massive, damp wet spot right in the center of your chest or tank top. When you nudge his shoulder to wake him up, he’ll pull back with a string of saliva still connecting his bottom lip to your skin. He’ll blink blearily, look down at the absolute mess he made on your breasts, and like the bum that he is he’ll just go back to the position he was previously in.

—

NSFW…

ಣ Rin is not gentle when he’s fully invested. Something inside of him loves the contrast of his rough, calloused, athletic hands against your soft skin. When he's thrusting into you, his hands will firmly cup and lift your breasts, molding them to the shape of his broad hands. He likes feeling the weight of them in his palms, often squeezing tightly enough to leave faint, temporary marks. He’ll pinch your nipples, rub them in circles, and do just about anything to make you feel overwhelmed.

ಣ Rin prides himself on absolute control, but your chest is his kryptonite. If you ride him, he’ll lean his head back, his eyes completely locked on the way your breasts bounce and move with the rhythm. He loves to slide his hands from your waist up to your tits, holding them in his hands gently enough to feel the bounce of gravity. It’s one of the few times his stoic expression completely breaks into something raw and unhinged, to the point where he’ll retreat back to his habit of drooling.

ಣ Ever since you two got together, he’s developed this messy, primal oral fixation when it comes to your chest. He doesn't just give you neat little kisses, he is feral, covering the slopes of your breasts in wet, open-mouthed kisses, licks, and heavy sucks. By the time he moves up to kiss your lips, your entire chest is slick, glistening, and completely covered in his spit. He loves looking down at his handiwork, taking a perverse pride in how messy and wrecked he's left you looking before the main event even starts.

ಣ Sometimes there are rare moments when the pressure of everything just gets to him, and he becomes incredibly needy and overwhelmed. He will coerce you down onto the bed, tear your shirt open, and bury his face between your breasts, moving his mouth wildly over your skin and suckling on your sore nipples just to ground himself. He’ll often fall asleep like this. Being a pro player is no joke, good thing he can just take it all out on your poor tits. ❤︎

[ryuuskii]

HUGO WANTS TO STUFF U FULL..! cw: nsfw & breeding

୨ৎ wc; 324

Hugo was huge, really really huge. Not just in height, but his build in general, his broad shoulders, his biceps, his thighs, he’s too much for you to handle, too heavy.

And you were feeling all of that weight in your pussy. Hugo had you in a mating press, he’s been going on about wanting to stuff you full of his cum, over and over again, until it takes.

“Vivi, fuck, viv-!” you whimpered, one hand gripping onto his broad shoulder, the other being pinned down my Hugo. His thrusts became more and more erratic as you moaned and whimpered his name. 

“Tu es tellement serrée, mon amour.” (you're so tight, love) he groans as he continues to pound into you nonstop, “gonna fill you up..” he then looks at where the two of you are connected, the sight of your pussy soaking his cock with your juices, turns him on even more.

“C-cant take it a-anymore..” you mewled, one hand flying up to grip his hair. However he didn't seem to mind, if anything, it probably turned him on even more. “C’mon baby, you can do it.” Hugo encourages you to continue, after a few more thrusts you're whimpering his name again.

“Ah-! Vivi…”  you whined as you squirted all over his cock once more. Hugo’s thrusts didn't stop, he kept pounding into you for a few more seconds, until he too came deep inside of you. Stuffing you full with his cum.

After a few passing breaths, Hugo pulls out of you, to see the mess the two of you made, even his load being huge, your poor aching hole couldn't keep it all in. “Tch, what a waste..” Hugo says as he watches it leak out of you.

He presses down meanly on your stomach, forcing more of it to spill out of you, as he decides what position to fuck you in next, one that’ll hold all of his cum.

[fallenst4r00]

⟡˖ ࣪ TOO LOUD FOR MIDNIGHT

rin is your college roommate and you’re the only thing he can’t seem to ignore ♡

⊹ pairing: itoshi rin x fem!reader

warnings -> smut, nsfw, college au, aged up characters, oral (female receiving), p in v, unsafe sex, kitchen sex?, reader is lowk a brat, mentions of masturbation, they share the same place but have separate rooms don’t question it pls.

⊹ wc: 2.1 k

you and rin have been roommates since freshman year of college, which was almost a year ago now. but unlike other roommates, the two of you didn’t get along very well, always bickering about stupid stuff. whether it be you watching tv late at night or him leaving his dirty cleats at the entrance. you could swear he was itching to just annoy you, but you also knew how stressed he was from pushing himself too hard on training, so you tried tolerating it all.

but what you didn’t know is that rin’s short temper was partly because of his underlying attraction for you. he couldn’t admit it to himself but he could never focus whenever you were around, you were his biggest distraction, which made things even harder for him.

and it didn’t help that even though you guys argued often, you still wouldn’t give up on being nice to him, it was just the way u are.

and it made rin feel even more like a prick.

so what did he do?

he went out the dorm at every possible moment, lost himself in training, and when he’d come back at night, he just jerked off all his frustration while imagining you of course, its not like he’d ever tell you how he felt, that wasn’t like him.

rin just hoped you wouldn’t hear the sounds coming from his room at midnight, which was right next to yours with walls thin as paper. sloppy strokes under his messy sheets, sweat tickling down his toned chest as he tried suppressing the low groans slipping from his lips, picturing you bent down for him, how he wished he could just push down those shorts of yours and slide himself in, pound into you without any consequences.

but rin had strong self control, he knew he shouldn’t cross lines with you like that, you were his roommate and rin didn’t want things getting messier than they already were.

that changed on a random thursday night.

you had been lazing around in your room all day since finals were over, rewarding yourself with not getting out of bed all day and catching up on all the shows you had stopped watching. so it was only natural that you couldn’t sleep at night, not feeling tired in the slightest.

meanwhile rin was sound asleep in the other room, after all he had an upcoming game tomorrow, he needed some actual rest tonight right?

unfortunately, you were a bit too bored in your room, which ended up with you carefully getting up and walking to the small kitchen, the only light coming from the window. you were hoping to find some snacks, even one of rin’s stupid protein bars would do the job right now.

to your bad luck, there was a loud creaking noise as you opened a certain cabinet, which made you drop the protein bar you were holding.

“fuck.”

you cursed under your breath out of instinct, looking back to make sure there’s no noise from rin’s room.

but just as you crouched down to pick it back up, you felt a tall figure standing behind you.

uh oh.

“you stealing my food now?”

his voice came from behind, deeper than usual.

“no, well, yes but ugh.”

you sighed and finally picked it up from the ground.

“ill buy you a new one, its no big deal.”

you said as you slowly got up and turned to face him.

there was a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite explain, he looked tired and definitely annoyed, that much you could figure out.

“yeah well you also woke me up, its fucking 3 am.”

his response was quick as he leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms.

you wondered if he always did that on purpose to flex, but he looked damn good and you weren’t complaining. if only he wasn’t such a dick…you thought as you rolled your eyes.

“just go back to sleep, rin, its not that hard.”

you mutter and attempt to walk past him before feeling a hand grasp your arm tightly, keeping you in place.

“its not that hard? i already have trouble sleeping and a game in the morning, you can’t just do that.”

he narrowed his eyes at you, looking down at you in a way that made your pulse jump, was he that serious about this?

you just looked up at him and sighed once more.

“well what do you want me to do about it? not my fault your ass wakes up from the tiniest noise.”

you bit back, you knew you should’ve just said sorry and go back to bed like any normal person would do, but right now you didn’t want to give rin the satisfaction of seeing you apologize to him.

he stepped closer until he was trapping you against the counter, looking down at you with his piercing teal eyes. you’d never seen him so closely before, his perfectly defined face and long lashes made him look so…

you didn’t realize you were staring at him until you suddenly felt his lips smash against yours and snapped back to reality.

yet to be pushed back just as fast as he took a step away.

“fuck i-…you should’ve just stopped talking damn it.”

he ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure.

little did rin know that his impulsive kiss had awakened something in you. it was as if the attraction you had suppressed for him was resurfacing.

your heart took over your logic as you closed the gap between you, pulling him right back into the kiss.

there was nothing gentle or cautious about the way you kissed him. just pure desire and pent up frustration.

rin kissed you back like he had been waiting for this moment for months (which he has). his arm coming to wrap around your waist while his free hand cupped your face roughly.

of course at that moment, you had no idea what you had just started. how could you have known that less than a minute later, he would lift you up and have you sit on the counter while he pushed your shorts down to your ankles?

which is exactly what was happening right now.

once rin got rid of any clothing blocking his way, he lost no time burying his face between your legs. you couldn’t help but moan loudly as rin began eating you out like a man starved, his tongue working on your sweet pussy with an intensity you could‘ve never imagined.

“mm, fuck..been wanting to taste this pussy for so long..”

rin muttered against your clit as he sucked hard, earning another moan from you—pure music to his ears.

you were gripping the edge of the counter tightly, your free hand reaching down to tangle into his hair.

“f-fuck, rin..’s too much.!”

you managed to say between moans, but bold of you to think rin would care.

you couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing rin was at this, gripping your thighs open and pressing his tongue against your pussy over and over again in a way that made your toes curl.

then it hit you.

rin’s always had a habit of drooling and biting stuff, or using his mouth in general. you’d always see the drool marks he’d left on the pillow after a nap, or how he always chews on the strings of his hoodie.

so of course he’d be a natural at eating pussy.

your thoughts were paused as rin’s tongue hit a certain spot, making your back arch and fingers tighten in his messy hair.

“mm, i c-cant take it, rin..! ‘m gonna-”

you whined and came before you could even finish your sentence, leaning back against the cold cabinet as you caught your breath.

rin didn’t stop, he couldn’t. desperately licking away all your juices before finally letting go, pressing his cheek against your thigh before looking up at you, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers as he saw the expression on your face.

you were about to say something before rin suddenly got up and grabbed you by the waist with one arm, placing you back on the ground.

“shit, i need to be inside you, now.”

he practically growled as he got behind you and gripped your hips, his back was caging you in and you could feel his breath hitting your neck in a way that made ur skin tingle.

“rin i..don’t know if i can handle it after that..”

you murmured, knowing damn well you could, so what if you just wanted to push his buttons a little right?

rin sighed and nuzzled your neck from behind, inhaling your scent like an addict.

“don’t lie to me..you can take it, i know u want to..”

he spoke against ur skin, making a shiver go down ur spine.

rin could feel the way your body tensed under his touch, feel how you wanted it just as bad as him.

“no need to be a fucking tease all the time….tell me you want this.”

he added before pushing his boxers down to his knees, lining himself up against your entrance but not sliding in just yet.

and that just drove you crazy, all you could think about was his cock being inside you and-

“shit, fine!…i want you, rin!…please just, fuck me already…”

you finally admit, taking a heavy breath.

that was all rin needed to hear, cursing under his breath before roughly bending you down over the counter, gripping your hips as he slid inside without warning.

“fuuuck..you’re so tight, should’ve done this sooner.”

he groaned, giving you only a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started to pound into you fast and hard, constantly hitting that sweet spot inside your walls, causing you to moan and grip the counter tightly.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, rin!”

you practically screamed while he groaned and threw his head back in ecstasy, too busy fucking your brains out just like you so kindly asked him to.

“shit, you have any idea how long ive imagined this h-ha..? so pretty…all f’me.”

he muttered as he went even harder, pistoning into you from behind until your pussy couldn’t take it anymore.

“mmm! ‘m gonna cum! ah-”

you moaned loudly, his name falling from your lips over and over again as you came hard, legs shaking and face flushed.

the sight of you ruined like that—all because of him, made rin finally hit his orgasm, filling you up with a loud groan before slowly pulling out and burying his face against the skin of your shoulder. both of you catching your breath and staying like that for a moment.

rin then slowly stepped back, hastily pulling his boxers back up.

“…you better not wake me up in the middle of the night again.”

his tone was low and he sounded a bit tired. in the end, you had disrupted his sleep.

you slowly got dressed too, completely taken aback from whatever the fuck just happened, but you knew better than to nag him about it right now, so instead you stepped closer, looking at him one last time in the dark before murmuring,

“ill try not to. goodnight, rin, hope you guys win the game tomorrow.”

rin paused at the doorway of his room before letting out a scoff.

“as if id ever lose…but it’ll be your fault if we do.”

he added as he glanced at you over his shoulder, and you could swear he was smirking a little.

rin then disappeared into his room without another word and closed the door after himself, leaving you standing at the hallway with messy hair and weak knees.

you let out a chuckle before going into your room as well, flopping on your bed as you thought about what just happened a couple minutes ago.

you wondered how rin was gonna act from now on, or how he actually felt about you. would he be awkward and avoid you even more than he already did? or would it be the opposite?

you knew rin wasn’t the type of guy who would use a girl to relieve his stress or something, especially his roommate. so it had to be deeper than that.

you were lost in thought as you let out a yawn, being way too tired to think about all this right now.

and one thing you knew for sure was that you didn’t regret it.

so you found yourself slowly falling asleep as you dreamed about how it would be to be fucked by ur roommate again, maybe he’s not so cold after all <3

I MIGHT do a part 2 of this

[kyara92]

Pls pls make a part 2 this is so fucking peak

[drsweet24]

God's Chosen Emperor 👑🌹

I just HAD to draw Kaiser as Felix Nmecha here

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° sniper, sniper, sniper ♡ wifey, wifey, wifey

( bllk boys showing you off )

♡ a/n — i just love the tiktok trend so :) ( was going to attach a link to a tiktok showing what i was talking abt but it wouldn't work. just look up sniper sniper sniper wifey wifey marines and you'll see what i meant :) )

♡ content — all characters are 18+ !!, mentions of tiktok & instagram, slight cursing, tbh bad writing, nicknames like 'love' , 'wifey' , and 'my girl' used, probably ooc characters

♡ synopsis — blue lock boys showing off their girlfriend :)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' oh that's your wifey ? ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...tiktok maker

if there was anyone you would really and truly call chronically online, it would be him. every day he'd come to you with some new word he learned from tiktok, or a meme that would plague your house for weeks until it went away.

so when he pulled out his phone to show you a video, you weren't expecting it to be a couples trend.

" please, please, pleaseee, love? you'd look so cute in my arms like that ! " and he had just won a big game...how could you say no to him?

so here you were, being carried like a bride in your lovely boyfriend's arms. if it were anyone else, you'd be too worried about how long they could hold you, but since it was him you didn't worry.

it took a few tries, each of you messing up a part at least once and you accidentally dropping the phone a few times, but after you figured it out, the video was practically perfect.

they posted it to their public tiktok account with the caption

' not my wifey yet, but soon ;) '

and to say all the notifications were making his phone glitch would be an understatement.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ BACHIRA MEGURU, hiori yo, SHIDOU RYUSEI, chigiri hyoma, OTOYA EITA, isagi yoichi

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...instagram poster

maybe, just maybe it was wrong of him.

wrong of him to want to post these pictures the two of you had taken on your date to the aquarium?

if he were any other, normal, person this wouldn't have seemed like a big deal, but since he had at least a million followers and some were a bit more obsessed than others, it was.

you'd told him multiple times that you were okay with him posting you, really if he was happy, you were happy. maybe it was the egoist in him, but he wanted to keep you to himself.

fuck it.

if you wanted to be posted, he was going to post you. who cared what anyone else thought? their opinions didn't mean anything to him.

he selected a few of the pictures the two of you had taken at the aquarium, sneaking one of a lipstick stain on his neck in the middle of the slides.

if he was going to announce his relationship to the public, why not let the world know how utterly whipped he was for you?

the caption was a simple

' gotta love my girl ♡ '

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ YUKIMIYA KENYU, karasu tobito, REO MIKAGE, alexis ness, RANZE KURONA, gin gagamaru

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...national television?!

the ever illusive pro soccer player. that's what every press agency called your boyfriend.

his ability to somehow dodge any paparazzi and answer very short questions during press conferences made every view into his personal life shine like gold.

based on an instagram story ( that was taken down in less than 10 minutes ) where a picture of him with his arms around a woman in a bathroom mirror, the media could assume he was in a relationship. in that photo, however, the woman's face was not visible, so the questioned still remained...

what woman could capture this mans heart?

he hadn't cared, not really. a photo was nothing to him, but you were everything. he tried really hard to keep your identity private, he didn't want you to be absorbed into a world of cameras always in your face.

but after he made the game winning goal of a very important game...all he wanted to do was see you.

maybe it was the way he could see you in the section you'd always sat, or maybe it was his ego wanting to tell everyone "yeah i'm the best soccer player, and yeah i have the best girl, what about it?"

as all of the adoring fans rushed the field, including you, he just wanted to see you. he knew, realistically, he should just go back to the locker room and come meet you afterwards like he usually did, but not today.

he shrugged off ever reporter and fan that wanted to talk to him, which was nothing new, but instead of leaving to the locker room, they watched as he walked over to you

he knew all eyes were on him, the world still watching...but he couldn't find it in himself to care. he wrapped his arms around your waist

" made that goal for you, ya know? "

you were a little surprised at his appearance, but if he didn't care neither than you.

" i know. "

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, rensuke kunigami, RIN ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, ZANTETSU TSURUGI, sae itoshi

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i think i like her . ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

this was a midnight brain dump so it's pretty bad, but i hope yall liked it :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[neviye]

(18+) thigh fuck w sae

you felt so warm, legs over his shoulder, sticky thighs clasped together as sae rutted them feverishly. cunt already dripping with his cum, two rounds hadn’t been enough to satisfy a stamina freak like him, especially since he hadn’t seen you in weeks. you clearly couldn’t handle it but you were lightheaded with delight, smug look on your face seeing the sae itoshi fuck your thighs like a man starved.

your body felt weightless, the smell of sex hanging in the air, fatigue of previous rounds still clouding your mind as sae’s hands squeezed your legs tightly — moist, hot and slippery as groans passed his lips.

tits bouncing with his thrusts, you felt him shiver as the flushed tip of his dick poked out through your thighs, low moans leaving him each time his balls slapped against you.

“fuck, keep them together, just like that.”

his voice was breathy and hoarse, the type that made blood rush throughout your body.

you nodded, slight whines leaving you at the sight of him losing himself, unravelling at the feeling of your soft skin, his eyes full of something primal and greedy, chasing his high with each lewd shlick of his big dick. it was like music to your ears as you laid there and took it, dizzy with need.

“im so close, shit.” you heard him hiss and he pressed lower into you, leaking cock dragging over your messy cunt, tip nudging your overly sensitive clit. “gonna cum on your stomach, baby.”

you whimpered approvingly, waiting, as he smeared his slick all over your folds, his prior releases trickling out of you. hands bundling the sheets below you, you felt every twitch, every stutter, every falter of his hips as he grew closer.

with a deep groan, thick white ropes sprayed your abdomen to your stomach, painting them white, his chest and abs dipping with every exhale.

“you okay?” his hands let go your legs gently, leaning into you.

“mm.” you hummed, shifting softly as you stroked a hot palm over his face.

“been so long, i missed you.” he murmured.

you pulled him in for a sweet kiss, fingers intertwining with hair. he sighed, melting into your embrace. “missed you too.” you smiled against his lips.

(always pushing the soft sae agenda)