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[aikuwuus]

── .✦ WELCOME TO AIKU WEEK !

this personal writing event is in celebration of our favorite football defender's birthday (june 30th)! for one week leading up to the Big Day, i will be posting an x reader fic ranging anywhere from fluff to angst to smut. that’s right — seven days. seven fics. which is INSANE of me, but this is my own special way of showing my appreciation to my number one blue lock player! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

below you'll find the masterlist of fics and a short summary of their contents. please see each fic for wordcount and detailed content warnings. please note that i will block any minors, ageless, or blank blogs that interact with nsfw fics. reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated.

lastly, if you'd like to write your own addition to this event in whatever genre you choose, you're more than welcome to! use the tag #aikuwuus aiku week and/or tag me directly because i would LOVE to read them! ^^ kick off begins june 24th !! ⚽️✨

ᯓ★ DAY ONE: NEPENTHE

⟡ NSFW — you've been ghosted by your date, and your honest to god attempts at finding real love seem to come crashing down overnight. when you seek a way to get out of your damn head, oliver delivers more than you bargained for.

ᯓ★ DAY TWO: ONE HUNDRED CHICKS

⟡ SFW/FLUFF — after gaining the knowledge of some of oliver's favorite things via an old candid interview, you take it upon yourself to give him exactly what he wants: an apartment full of chicks.

ᯓ★ DAY THREE: LOCKSMITH

⟡ ANGST — oliver has tried to move on after your break up, he really has, but when the key-sized hole in his chest becomes too much, he finally decides to give you a call.

ᯓ★ DAY FOUR: PERFECT DISTRACTION

⟡ NSFW — being up to your elbows in match preparations and player statistics can be a lot for one captain to handle, so oliver takes a perfectly presented opportunity to alleviate some of the stress.

ᯓ★ DAY FIVE: A MEMORABLE WIN

⟡ SFW/FLUFF — in the heat of the moment after an important victory, your boyfriend decides that a little unconventional fame wouldn’t hurt anything (except maybe your dignity).

ᯓ★ DAY SIX: ALMOST, SO CLOSE, MAYBE

⟡ ANGST — when oliver shows up unannounced after a pivotal career-defining moment to tell you his plans for the future, you're left with two feet between you that somehow feels as wide as the ocean.

ᯓ★ DAY SEVEN: SO SAY THAT I’M WORTHY (‘CAUSE I DON’T EXPECT IT IF I’M YOURS)

⟡ NSFW — there’s something about three consecutive away matches, being an entire week apart and a little bit of extra pampering that turns oliver aiku into a different version of himself.

© aikuwuus 2026. do not reproduce, translate, or feed my writing into ai. do not recommend my writing on any other platform.

[lucidsei]

18+ chigiri brat taming you . . . ❤︎ ⋮ requested.

“hyomaaa—aah—right there!” you cried, eyes rolling back as chigiri pounded into you from behind with a back arching depth. “are you really getting off of this right now?” he asked in disbelief, with one hand tugging on your hair, pulling your head back, while the other kept your hands pinned to your back firmly.

while chigiri was gentle, pushing into you with a force that was just right — not brutal, not too slow — fucking you just the way you wanted, his words were the opposite. every single syllable came with a bite, every word sharp enough to cut. “you like being degraded like a slut?”

“hnnn—n—no—nnngh—“ whimpers left your lips as he buried himself to the hilt, hips stilling as he tugged on your hair, keeping your head tilted back. “then why’re you clenchin’ every time i call you a slut?” he asked, feeling the way your walls tightened around him again, squeezing him so tightly he couldn’t tell if your pussy was trying to keep him in there or push him out. “were you being a brat all day because you liked being degraded like this? yeah? you like pushing all my buttons and getting punished? well, sorry. brats don’t get anything.”

he watched you try to move on your own, grinding your ass against his pelvis to gain some friction for yourself while he stayed still — even while buried inside of you — ignoring your desperate pleads. apologies tumbled out of your mouth now, desperately babbling to get him to move. but you got nothing except the occasional chuckles as he watched you act all pathetic for him — mocking remarks, and the endless teasing from him.

“hyomaaa! please, hyoma—please please please—!” you were crying now, tears streaming down your face as your walls desperately clamped down on him. “that’s it, cry for me—exactly how a brat should be put in place.” he chuckled before leaning in beside your ear. “say you’re sorry. say it like you mean it this time.”

“‘m sorry, hyoma! won’t do it again—i’m sorry—aah—oh my god!” you didn’t get to finish apologising when his cock started dragging against your walls, feeling every inch grind into you as he thrusted deeper, tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. you felt the heat build up in your lower stomach, moans turning into breathy gasps for air as your vision turned hazy. “there you go.. see? all you had to do was listen.” he grunted, feeling your pussy spasm around his cock.

“‘m so close, hyoma—aah—gonna cum—“ you moaned, body jerking uncontrollably as you got closer, but when he stilled again, “hyoma please! don’t stop—wanna cum—! please please please—“

“god, you look good when you’re begging. maybe i’ll drag it out a little longer.”

guess he won’t let you off the hook that easily after all.

© lucidsei

[swxxtchxrrixs]

in which your ex michael kaiser provokes your new boyfriend yoichi isagi until he finally breaks

warnings ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, world cup au, female!reader, teasing, pet names (baby, sweetheart, babe), dirty talk, yoichi punches his ass lmfao, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, they're so MEAN im creaming, they both have filthy fucking mouths, face grabbing, praise, oral (f), fingering, squirting, cum eating, dom!isagi will be the death of me, some mxm yes gawd, hair grabbing, ass slapping, pussy slapping, finger sucking, choking, backshots, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, masturbation, multiple orgasms, yoichi loves to be humiliated and kaiser be bossed around highkey

wc ⋆.˚ 5.6k

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

a/n ⋆.˚ my blue lock debut omg hope y'all like it!! def wanna write more for them in the future. a whole lot going on here and im fucking drooling all over my screen oh my god this was purely self indulgent bc i need them both at the same damn time idgaf

there’s a quiet discomfort resting in your chest leading up to saturday’s match. it’s nothing to do with your boyfriend, yoichi isagi, and if he’ll lead japan to victory in the quarter finals, but rather who they are up against.

it’s void of concerns over sports and soccer. it’s simply the reality that he will be there.

michael kaiser.

the two of you dated for three years, only for him to completely brush you aside for soccer alone. you understood, because it’s his entire life, the blood that runs through his veins from the minute he wakes up until he falls asleep. yet, there are countless other players that have no issue balancing their love lives with the demands of the sport. your break up? it tore you to pieces.

you two had met during your sports internship abroad in college, where you were assigned to help manage their team in germany during your senior year. being in close quarters to a number of beautiful and single men, well, it was only natural you’d fall for one of them. kaiser was the first to approach you, offering to treat you to a meal as a thank you for all of your help in management. a seemingly innocent gesture turned into one too many drinks and ending up in his bed. of course, in order not to mix work with play, you strictly put up boundaries after that night– but slowly, they began to crumble. in your last month of the internship, he asked you out on an official date, and the rest is history.

you had every plan to stay and work in your hometown after graduating, but with your relationship with kaiser seemingly progressing, you made the decision to move to germany. it was, perhaps, a stupid move as a twenty-one-year-old freshly out of college– you knew no one except your boyfriend and the rest of his team– yet, you loved the country as a whole and knew the language well, so you figured, why not?

things were perfect at first, as all new relationships always seem to be. but as the months passed, and one year turned into two, then three, it wasn’t hard to notice that kaiser was slipping away from you. 

“i’m late for practice.”

“sorry, i won’t be back until after midnight. too much training.”

“eat dinner without me.”

the excuses were nearly if not daily, and little by little, your unbothered exterior began to crack.

kaiser was confused the night you broke. he truly didn’t recognize his own neglectful behaviour, so hearing you confront him about it was a shock, to say the least.

“you’re never here anymore!” you yell, tears flooding your eyes, “could you even still call yourself a partner?”

kaiser hisses, running his fingers through his hair. “what? of course i’m still your partner! i love you, y/n, you know that!” he’s defensive, frustration searing in his chest. “i’m doing this for us!”

the room goes quiet for a moment, and then your throat cracks. “no,” you laugh, deflated, “you’re doing this for you.”

after the break up, you got in contact with an old college acquaintance who worked at fifa and managed to snag yourself a three-month gig in japan. that’s how you ended up here, just a little over a year later, sitting in the living room of you and yoichi’s shared apartment. you were offered a full-time position with japan’s national team after your contract concluded, but decided to move into another related position away from them in order to have a healthy distance between your work and personal life since you and yoichi started dating near the end of it. make no mistake, though, the distance from the team had no effect on your loyalty, you still rarely missed a game– especially one as important as the fifa world cup quarter finals. 

yoichi’s focused on reviewing the video playback of the last match, carefully taking note of what to do and what to avoid for the upcoming game. your head is resting on his shoulder, just scrolling mindlessly through your phone whilst munching on a bag of pretzels.

“i was too far to the left there,” he says aloud, pointing at the tv screen. you chuckle, finding his little instructive self-talk adorable. 

“you ready to kick ass?” you ask him, tearing his attention away from his analysis just for a moment. you sit up and turn your body to face him, cupping his cheeks as his eyes meet yours. 

“absolutely,” he says confidently, “i’ll send them back to germany in fucking tears.”

you laugh as you lean in and kiss him softly. he melts into your touch, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you onto his lap. you hum against his mouth as you sink into his hips. “i’d love to see that, actually,” you smirk as you back away for a moment, “especially kaiser,” yoichi flinches at the mention of your ex’s name, eyes flooding with a glint of rage and determination. he hadn’t seen him since the second phase of blue lock, and he was shocked to know you two used to be in a relationship. naturally, he hated him even more after you recounted your history to him. “if you manage to do it,” you lower your eyes enticingly, “i’ll fuck you into the next match.”

yoichi groans, and you feel his cock twitch beneath you. “fuck,” he hisses, “why did you say that when i need to reserve all of my energy for tomorrow?”

you bite your lip with a faux innocence, then swipe your tongue across his mouth. he sighs, drinking you in instantly. “because,” you start, “it’ll motivate you to win. i’m giving you a little extra ego boost.”

his cock is already leaking at this point, desperate for release. you just had to go and be a tease when it was in his best interest to stay away from… strenuous activity for the day. of course you fucking did.

“you’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he sighs, throwing his head back against the couch. his rough fingertips are still digging at your sides. “can i at least eat you out? i can come just from that alone, you know this. give me something, pretty please?” he begs, eyes big and so goddamn needy.

you tsk, then slap his arm playfully. “patience, baby,” you tease, “if you wait, it’ll be even better than you imagined.”

your unknown foreshadowing would, in fact, bring him an unexpected– life-changing, in truth– experience. 

✧･ﾟ: ✧ 

the bustling stadium and endless chatter infiltrates your lungs much like the overwhelming scent of hot dogs, french fries, and anxiety.

you couldn’t enjoy just being a fan at the moment, because yoichi’s got you pressed tautly against his chest as he tries to push you both through the intruding swarm of paparazzi. this was the only thing he absolutely despised about his job. he sucks in his teeth, blatantly ignoring all of the questions being thrown at him, squeezing his fists to control himself in response to the ones that were extremely inappropriate. no, he wasn’t going to tell the reporters how good you were in bed. why the fuck did they assume a question like that was okay to ask in the first place?

he lets out a dramatic exhale in relief when you two are finally inside the vip area, tilting his head downwards to make sure you’re alright whilst he releases you from his grip. “everything okay?” he asks, sending you an apologetic smile. “i know that part is always hell.”

you nod, not saying much, just allowing your body to calm itself down. you were just happy to know he hates the paparazzi just as much as you do. “i’m okay,” you promise, after regaining your composure.

he kisses the top of your head delicately before taking his leave to get ready for the match, then do a few interviews before warm-up. you’re seated in the catering area, picking at a few snacks to pass the time. soon, you find yourself in conversation with some of your former coworkers, enjoying their company and betting– without money, in this case– on moves and plays the boys will showcase during the game. 

“yoichi’s volley shot was crazy in practice the other night,” angel, the current team manager, expresses in admiration. “i hope he can pull it off again today.”

“he showed me the footage bachira captured,” you add, “he’s really come such a long way, hasn’t he?”

“absolutely. in just two years, he’s already making headway towards being one of the greatest strikers the world has ever seen.”

your heart warms at the compliment. hearing others speak so highly of him, recognizing his skill and all of the hard work he has poured into his passion for soccer, makes your chest pleasantly tight. 

deeply tucked away in the locker rooms, though, yoichi is receiving the opposite of praise and directly in his face.

“yoichi isagi,” kaiser patronizes him, arms crossed as he leans against the wall, “japan’s alleged top striker and, per my own personal vote, homewrecker.”

yoichi slams his locker shut with a threatening pang. “shut the fuck up, kaiser,” he hisses, nostrils flaring as he turns around to face him. he fully expected this, but the preparation didn’t cause him to feel any less irritated. “i didn’t wreck anything, you lost the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“lost?” he smirks, stepping closer. yoichi’s cheeks are red with anger, heart thumping wildly in his chest. the few players who remained in the locker room with them tried their best to ignore the fight. “no, you have it all wrong, my friend.” he laughs cockily. “i haven’t lost anything, because i know she’ll come back soon enough.”

“you’re delusional,” yoichi spits.

“that,” kaiser leans over, breath hot against is ear, “would be you.”

you’re probably the only one in the entire crowd that can sense the tension radiating between yoichi and kaiser throughout the game, at least, the amount itself. most people just assume its the usual sports rivalry, but you knew better; the mutual distaste ran far deeper than the two of them just being on opposing teams during an intense match. when you were dating kaiser, it was never broadcast to the public like you and yoichi, so no one in the stadium had any incentive to think their dark chemistry was anything more than standard athletic competition. 

yoichi’s panting as his impressive footwork slips past the final defender, eyes aiming clearly on a superb shot to break the tie in the first half.

“even if you win this game,” kaiser’s low, arrogant voice strikes yoichi in his chest as he suddenly appears beside him, “y/n is still going to leave you.”

yoichi grits his teeth, shoving his shoulder into kaiser’s chest to push him aside and fully clear his path for the shot. kaiser's laugh is boisterous as he steals the ball, performing a diagonal switch to change its direction.

“son of a bitch,” yoichi curses, glaring at him.

kaiser just smiles, sending him a condescending wink. “better luck next time, pretty boy.”

no one dares to say a word to yoichi when they’re back in the locker room after the game has concluded. he’s enraged, digging his nails into his palms as his head ruminates over every missed calculation in his plays.

“shit!” he groans, dropping his forehead onto the shower wall in defeat from the loss, “we almost fucking had it.”

you’re waiting inside the locker room for him to finish up, the rest of the players having filed out and leaving him on his own.

that is, until kaiser swings open the door, face dripping in sweat as he chugs a water bottle. you freeze, gaze landing on him. his eyes grow wide at first, but soon fall into something dark, more predatory. 

“well, look who it is,” he smirks, “my beloved y/n.”

you scoff. “‘my beloved’? are you serious?”

“aw, didn’t you miss me?” he teases.

“you wish, asshole.”

he laughs, walking past you towards his locker without another word. you stay where you are, arms crossed as you just watch him. he knows that you are, purposefully removing his soaked undershirt slowly and tossing it aside. your breath hitches in your throat as his back muscles flex, heart dropping to your stomach.

you couldn’t look away.

“i’ve been meaning to ask you,” kaiser says suddenly, turning around to face you. he steps forward until only a few inches remain between you. “does yoichi know?”

“know what exactly?”

“that you like to be fucked raw and mean?”

your eyes shoot wide, lips parting from his audacity. “what the hell?” you seethe. “that’s none of your business.”

“so, no.”

you’re gritting your teeth now, finger shoved threateningly into his chest. “i advise you to shut up right now before i slap you.”

kaiser’s lids lower and he grabs your wrist to pry you off of him. your thighs clench, and fuck, it isn’t subtle at all. your cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “baby, i think you want me to slap you.”

“what the fuck is going on?”

yoichi’s question cuts through you like a knife as your eyes quickly move from kaiser to where he’s standing, glistening, clean body dripping water droplets onto the floor as his towel sits low on his hips.

“there he is,” kaiser chuckles. “japan’s little firecracker.” 

“why are your hands still on my girl?” he spits, ignoring his insult and shuffling over to your side, ripping you out of his hold.

kaiser licks his teeth. “careful, yoichi,” he hums, “you’re gonna make her pretty cunt drip all over the floor if you grab her like that.”

yoichi’s fist is already meeting kaiser’s face before you have a chance to speak, hand flying over your mouth in shock. kaiser snickers, throwing his forearm up to stop yoichi from being able to reach him a second time.

“stop fighting!” you yell.

yoichi always immediately turns soft when it comes to you. he lowers his fist seconds later, slowly lifting himself from the floor. he doesn’t help kaiser back up to his feet, though. he didn’t deserve that.

kaiser wipes the blood from his cheek as he stumbles to stand back up. “feisty, aren’t you?” he hisses in pain from the bruise that’s already forming.

“damn right, i am,” yoichi sneers, “especially when it comes to y/n.”

“yeah, well i don’t think you’re feisty enough for her filthy tastes.” your stomach twists with something you’re scared to admit right then and your eyes dart towards the floor. “go on, sweetheart, why don’t you tell him?” he taunts. “why don’t you tell him exactly what you need right now? you know i can sense it, right?” his face is smug, evil, "i could never forget how your pretty body reacts to my words.”

yoichi’s eyebrows furrow as he looks between him and you. “what’s he talking about, babe?” he asks calmly.

your palms rub up and down your arms as you clench around nothing. you loved yoichi and he was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. but, you couldn’t deny how badly your body still craved for kaiser’s touch even till this day. yoichi gave you everything, and it never went without your appreciation and satisfaction. yet, still, a tiny piece of you remained unfulfilled. 

“babe?” he repeats, face morphing into concern.

“let me spell it out for you,” kaiser steps in, his body now essentially caging both you and yoichi against the wall. “she wants me to bully her with my cock, because you don’t do it for her.”

a small gasp leaves yoichi’s throat, his eyes still resting on you. with your body language, he can easily tell that kaiser’s words are right. he’s still for a moment, like he’s thinking, calculating his next move.

then, something snaps in him, and he’s gripping your chin to force you to look back up at him. “look at me,” his voice is strained, cold, eyes devoid of colour in a way you’ve never seen before. you inhale sharply as your glassy irises finally meet his. you’re shaking, heart thumping wildly against your chest. yoichi laughs in that moment, one mixed with amusement and jealousy. “wow,” he whistles, “so, he’s right?”

“yoichi–”

“no, no,” he holds his hand up to silence you, “i get it.” he walks over towards the locker room door and clicks the lock. you look at him in both confusion and anticipation. “i wanna see exactly what he’s talking about.” he sits down on the edge of one of the benches a few feet away as his gaze burns holes into you. “i wanna see how he ruins you, since he’s so confident i don’t know how to fuck my girlfriend properly.”

you open your mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. yoichi chuckles, rage boiling inside of him and it makes his cock throb more than it probably should. he looks at kaiser, then nods, giving him his blessing to have his way with you. “go ahead,” he coos, “make her come like the nasty fucking girl she is all over this damn locker room floor.”

kaiser’s smile is sinful as he traps you between his arms, but he doesn’t touch you yet. he just watches how you react, how your face twitches from his breath ghosting over your face, how your legs tremble beneath you.

“what do you want me to do first, hm?” he asks you, one hand moving to cup your jaw. your eyes flutter shut before you can even decide how to respond. he licks his lips as his thumb comes to rest against yours. “want my fingers in your mouth? or maybe you want my tongue on your pussy?”

“please,” you choke out involuntarily, eyes flickering immediately past kaiser’s shoulder to yoichi. he hasn’t moved his eyes off of you, still leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees in focus. he sends you one of the most heinous smiles you’ve ever seen originate from him and you lose it. “god, please, i need your mouth on my fucking cunt,” you beg kaiser, but you’re staring at your boyfriend. 

yoichi smirks, mouthing ‘good girl’ to you as kaiser drops to his knees. 

kaiser’s tongue is unforgiving as it slides across your folds, calloused fingers digging deep into your thighs to keep you upright. you’re steadying your eyes on yoichi as your lids lower and lips quiver in ecstasy. kaiser moans loudly into your cunt, shaking his head left and right to coat his entire face with your sweet slick.

“f–fuck,” you exhale, hands lifting to grip his strands. you can’t help yourself as you grind hard against his mouth, desperate panting breaths dripping from your tongue. “y–yoichi,” you moan your boyfriend's name, fucked-out, glossy eyes dialating exponentially with each flick of kaiser’s tongue on your puffy clit. 

yoichi leans back against the wall, lips smug as he watches you fall apart on your ex boyfriend for him.

“hear that, kai?” yoichi purrs, “she’s saying my fucking name.”

kaiser growls into your cunt as he lifts a hand to grip the plush skin of your ass before giving it a hard slap. your throat cracks and you nearly lose your balance, fingers tugging at his hair firmly as you try to catch yourself.

you hear yoichi hiss from the bench. “fuck, you like that? you like it rough?”

“god– fuck, yeah– yes, oh, god!” you cry, nearly about to lose yourself. kaiser laughs against you as he moves his tongue mercilessly along your bundle of nerves, sweet kitten-licks and long stripes from your needy hole up to cup your clit over and over again. 

yochi’s face drops into an expression of dark, dirty tenacity as he finally stands up from the bench to approach you and kaiser. you thought he was going to tell him to stop, but instead, he pries your hands away from his hair so he can grip it himself. kaiser groans at the tension, thrums of bliss pushing you closer to orgasm. 

yoichi’s leaning over now, mouth resting right beside his ear. he tugs roughly at his hair and hums, “stick a finger in at the last second, right before she comes. she loves that shit. didn’t you know?”

kaiser wants to be mad, because he actually wasn’t aware of that, but he’s too lost in your scent and taste to care. he does exactly what yoichi says, shoving his finger into your greedy hole just mere moments before you release.

with a sharp cry, you squirt all over his face, body convulsing as he pumps in and out of you and sucks at your puffy nub to help you ride through it. “mmm’fuck!” 

“thatta girl,” yoichi praises, “get him aaaall nice and soaked for me.” he forces kaiser’s head away from you and kisses him messily, licking every drop of your cum off of his lips. they both moan in unison at the taste of you mixed with each other. “god, baby,” yoichi groans once he pulls away, “you’re so fucking sweet.” he wasn’t sure if he was talking to just you or you and kaiser.

kaiser stands up from the floor, one hand resting at your hip whilst the other lifts to cup your cheek. he leans in and kisses you slowly, just for a moment, until yoichi is rolling his eyes and tsking, pulling him off. “that’s enough.”

kaiser feels so… submissive in that moment.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when yoichi turns your body around and slams your chest against the wall. he rips your shirt off over your head before pressing open mouth kisses and sloppily licks all along your bare shoulders and neck. you shiver, palms pressing against the wall for leverage. his fingers slip between your dripping, sticky folds, then he sends it a hard slap. you choke out a moan, spit coating your pretty, red lips.

“here’s what we’re gonna do,” yoichi starts, “i’m going to fuck your needy little pussy first, then i’m going to let kai here stuff you full,” he bites down on your earlobe as he sends a second smack to your pussy, “and then you’re gonna decide which one of us actually knows how to ruin you properly.” you whimper as you nibble at your bottom lip. “sound good?”

you nod profusely, walls pulsing with need for both of them to make a wreck out of you like you weren’t already a fucking mess.

yoichi frees himself, then slides his length through your folds to prep himself for you, fisting his girthy length a few times to make sure he’s all perfect and hard for you. he lets out an elongated sigh when he finally pushes into you, one hand gripping your shoulder, the other your ass cheek. his teeth sink into your neck as he begins to move, slowly at first, making sure you feel every ridge of his big, fat cock against your walls.

“y–yoichi,” you whine, wriggling your ass against him, “move– hic– faster, p–please.”

“oh, sweetheart,” he coos, almost mockingly, “why didn’t you ever tell me you love being destroyed?” he pulls back near completely out of your hole, then slams back down into you hard. “poor little pussy has been neglected for so long because i didn’t know.”

his condescending blame causes heat to flood to your stomach, and you clench around his cock so greedily. he growls, shoving it deeper into your stomach.

“i–i wasn’t sure if you were into– ah– into that.”

he breaks out into a dark laugh from your assumption. “god, do you even know me? after an entire year together, you still haven’t caught on to my big fucking ego?” he moves your body away from the wall forcefully and bends you over a bench. you choke as his tip pistons into your deepest pleasure point, hands gripping the seat to red and white knuckles. “maybe it’ll finally click in that pretty little brain of yours after i’m done here with you.”

you nearly forgot kaiser was still there. your eyes look up at him for a moment to see he’s watching intensely, as if he’s trying to figure out what his counterplay is going to be when its his turn; to convince you that he knows how to fuck you best. 

yoichi’s hand reaches around the front of you to grab your neck, shoving his thumb into your mouth simultaneously. he slaps your ass as he picks up his pace, teeth gritting at the beautiful, loud smacks of his pelvis against your skin. 

“fuck, fuck!” you scream, head tempting to fall limp, but yoichi’s hand keeps it steady upright, “gonna make me fucking come–”

“just from my cock alone?” he smirks. “god, baby, your pussy loves me so much.” you're drooling all over his hands, cheeks flushed as you near falling apart for the second time. you bite down on his finger as he hits your sweet spot perfectly, cunt squeezing his cock with need. “you about to come, baby?” he coos, “can feel you getting so fucking wet f’me.”

“i–i’m so close,” you huff, sweaty strands of hair falling in front of your face. you groan as his veiny shaft glides across your g-spot, legs shaking as you begin to fall apart for him.

“good girl,” yoichi praises, “let me feel you.” you release all of your sweet juices with a long blissful hum, ass moving to meet him halfway as you desperately throw yourself back onto him.

yoichi’s breaths fall short as you continuously clench around him through your orgasm. “gonna fill up this pretty little cunt,” he bites down on his lip and chokes out a moan as he releases hot ropes of white into your warm walls. “yeah, take it just like that,” he gasps, hips stuttering as his thrusts begin to slow, “god, you’re so fucking good to me.”

he collapses onto your back, your body still shaking violently as the sweetest, prettiest whimpers sneak past your lips. yoichi plants soft kisses along your spine before gently removing himself from you and helping you to sit down on the bench.

your fucked-out face is the prettiest sight he’s ever seen in his life. he moves in closer and kisses you gentle and slow for a while, tongue sliding into your mouth in the most comforting way.

he smiles down at you proudly as he leans back up, full with every bit of deserved confidence from how good he just fucked you.

then, he remembered it wasn’t stopping there. he looks at kaiser, face still full of arrogance, as he just silently steps away to make space for him.

kaiser swallows hard, slowly approaching you. he was so sure of himself before, but now? after watching the way yoichi fucked you into next week, he wasn’t anymore. 

“k–kai,” the way you whine his name and how you’re looking at him, so dazed and needy, sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. if he wasn’t hard enough before, fuck, he was now. 

“what do you need, sweetheart?” he thrums softly like he isn’t about to break you, “does your sweet little pussy need my cock, hm?” you nod, lips slightly in a pout as you immediately open your legs for him. his breath hitches in his throat with how compliant you are. “fuck, you’re such a good girl, already knowing just what to do.”

you stare at his thick girth once it’s in view, salivating at the thought of him being inside of you again. yoichi stiffens, because he notices, but doesn’t step in to stop it. he agreed to this. he was too deep into his ego to let it go. he needed to prove he was better than your ex. 

your breaths are uneven as kaiser slides into you, his long length bottoming you out instantly. you're already whimpering from the sensitivity as you throb around him.

“ah– shit,” you hiss, “you feel so g–good.”

“yeah?” kaiser thrusts deeper and harder and you yelp, “you missed me?”

you don’t want to say yes, but your mouth moves before your mind can stop you. “fuck, yeah.”

yoichi’s heart tugs from your words, but not from jealousy– humiliation. and he loved it. he loved the sickening feeling it gave him. he loved the thought of sharing you to destroy himself. this situation opened his eyes to how vanilla your sex life actually was; showed him all of the crazy, kinky, suppressed desires he had dormant that just needed the perfect moment to manifest. fuck, there was no way things could go back to that after this. 

you let out the prettiest cry, “harder, kai,” and kaiser can’t do anything but listen to your plea.

he picks you up by your waist and presses you up against the lockers with a loud slam, thrusting into your greedy hole with resolve. he bites your jaw, running his wet tongue across your skin with every unforgiving thrust of his hips into yours.

“fuck,” kaiser growls, “you’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart.”

“keep go– shit, right there,” you gasp, “right fucking there!”

kaiser moves faster, his moans competing with yours. “you hear that yoichi?” he taunts, “hear how loud she’s getting for me?”

yoichi can’t help himself as he grips his leaky cock and fists it to the sight of your ex wrecking you. “fill her up, kai,” he huffs, throat cracking. he looks down for a moment to see his wet, creamy shaft coat his hand and groans. he felt like he was being used right then, and he loved every second of it. “shit,” he hisses, head falling back against the wall as he continues watching you two through his droopy eyelids. “give it to her,” he adds, “ruin her fucking cunt f’me.”

kaiser obliges. it seemed like he actually enjoyed taking orders.

“ah, fuck!” you cry, nails digging into his spine as your wrap your arms around him. your eyes roll as you feel him pound into your stomach. “i’m gonna fucking come!”

kaiser growls as he feels you start to spill all over him, grip on your ass growing firmer with each deep thrust. “just so you know, yoichi,” he huffs breathlessly, pulsing inside of your walls, “i can make her come with just my cock, too.”

he spurts his hot seed into your hole as you finally let go, allowing all of your sweet slick to drip out of you and all over him. you hear yoichi moan loudly, cursing under his breath as he comes onto his fist.

kaiser’s panting into the crook of your neck as he comes to a still, your arms still wrapped around him for leverage. he gently removes himself from you and sits you down on the bench again, permitting you time to pull yourself together.

the room reeks of sweat, sex, and unspoken secrets as the three of you quietly calm again. once you do, the rush of dopamine begins to dissipate and reality sets in. you’re all looking between each other, wondering where to go from here. clearly, you still harboured some level of feelings for kaiser and vice versa. yet, it was very obvious that you felt deeply for yoichi, and much more than the latter.

“thank you,” you say to kaiser, “this was probably the best sex i’ve had in a while,” he’s confused for a moment of where the conversation is going. you continue speaking, “but my heart rests with yoichi now.” you send him an apologetic smile.

kaiser’s heart sinks, but not as much as he expects it to. he knew all along that, in the end, your choice would most likely be yoichi. he wasn’t the greatest boyfriend, and no amount of good fucking could make up for that. he lets out a sigh of defeat, but accepts your decision. “yeah,” he laughs deflated, “i kind of figured.”

yoichi wants to one-up him arrogantly about it, but doesn’t, almost feeling bad for the guy. 

back in the apartment, yoichi’s rubbing sweet circles into your plush thighs as you lay together on the couch, watching an episode of your favourite tv series. he plants a kiss onto your neck and you sigh.

“can i ask you something?” you question.

he lifts his head to look down at you. “shoot.”

“why did you agree to earlier?” you ask. “why did you allow me and my ex to fuck, and literally in front of you?”

he laughs at that, but his smile is sincere. “like i said, i have a big fucking ego. i had something i wanted to prove,” he says, “but i also discovered there’s a lot more i’m into that i just never allowed myself to explore.”

“like?”

“humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism– literally everything i didn’t know i wanted until now.”

“hmm,” you think, rolling onto your back so you can look straight at him. “with all of that being said, would you ever want to do something like that again?”

he lifts his brow at you with a smirk. “do you?”

you shrug, “maybe,” then smile wickedly, “but it’d have to be kaiser. only him. i’m not interested in another dick that isn’t yours or his,” you admit, honestly and openly.

yoichi expected himself to be angry at the suggestion, but instead, it made his heart skip a beat. “yeah,” he chuckles, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips, “i was thinking the exact same thing.”

[mattsundaes]

OLIVER AIKU x f!reader ♡ 18+, U-20 assistant manager!reader, haunted hayride, thigh riding, oral f!receiving, squirting — requested

When you’d casually suggested a haunted hayride as a team outing activity for the boys, this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind.

Because you had zero intentions of actually going yourself, first of all (none of the boys need to know how terrible you are with jump scares). 

And you absolutely did not plan to spend the night in Oliver Aiku’s lap. 

“We could have just split the team up between two tractors…” you say, teeth chattering in the October chill. 

Bachira shakes his head emphatically. “No way, this’ll be so much more fun.”

You silently groan. Yeah, maybe for everyone else who has their own seat atop the bales of hay that line the wheeled cart. Not for you, who’s still awkwardly hovering in the vicinity of Oliver’s knees while the tractor idles. 

Suddenly, the cart begins to move, and you nearly stumble to the hay-strewn floor. A pair of strong arms wraps around your waist, tugging you back into a warm lap and an even warmer chest. 

“I can just—“

“You’re not sitting on the floor,” Oliver huffs. 

Nobody else on the team seems particularly scandalized by the fact that their Assistant Manager is sitting in Oliver’s lap, given that you’re all packed in as tightly as can be anyway. But they also have no idea that you slept with Oliver just over a week ago. 

You promptly left him on read after sneaking out of his apartment the next morning, because what the fuck were you even thinking. And you’ve been doing your best to avoid directly interacting with him all week.

Hence why you most certainly did not want to come tonight. Till half of the boys spent an hour at practice guilt tripping you (and immediately calling you out on your lie about having fake plans with your fake boyfriend).

If Oliver’s lips had twitched when you’d blurted out that lie, you wouldn’t know. Because you definitely weren’t looking at him. 

“Jesus, put this on.”

Oliver doesn’t wait for you to react before starts shifting around, grabbing your hands and pushing them into the sleeves of the flannel shirt he just took off. And it’s too much all at once—the scent of his cologne wrapped around you. The way his body heat clings to the material. 

The thing is—the sex was good. Great. Fantastic. 

Okay, Oliver Aiku was the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life. 

But there are ten million reasons why this can’t be a Thing. Why it can never happen again. 

Why—

“Boo.”

Oliver’s teasing voice is low and rough against your ear. And you fucking jump. 

He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you still when the cart goes over a particularly large bump on the dirt path. 

The worst part is that you know Oliver is fully aware of all of your reservations. Every ounce of hesitation warring against a football-field’s worth of sexual tension. And he’s even given you space since you high-tailed it out of his apartment so fast that you somehow managed to forget your favorite sweater. 

(You’d found it left inconspicuously in your office, folded neatly and placed on the seat of the chair that sits at your desk.)

He’s been nothing but kind and patient. 

(Even if you’ve heard him chuckle under his breath every single time you’ve caught him at the other edge of a hallway and quickly turned back in the other direction since That Night.)

And now you’re sitting in his lap on a goddamn haunted hayride trying to pretend the fingers currently hooked in your front belt loops weren’t very recently in your mouth. 

(Trying to pretend that you don’t know exactly how the bulge currently resting in the realm of your ass between layers of clothing feels when it’s balls deep inside of you.)

It’s your endless barrage of treacherous thoughts that leaves you an unsuspecting victim to the first scare of the ride, which subsequently has half of the boys yelling and screaming in some capacity as the sound of a chainsaw cuts through the darkness. 

And between the way that you jump, paired with Karasu and Isagi knocking into you and Oliver on either side, your position in Oliver’s lap shifts.

You slip. 

—and you find your legs hooked over just one of his thighs instead. 

You’re left with two choices—shift back into the cradle of Oliver’s lap, which sounds a lot like accepting your own defeat. 

Or remain here, straddling Oliver’s large, muscled thigh. Gritting your teeth. Pretending that every single bump on this cursed dirt road isn’t going straight between your legs. 

Opting for the latter, as it turns out, is a terrible idea. 

Masked scare actors pop up and growl and yell and grab onto the sides of the cart. Loud, aggressive popping noises go off at every turn. A staged crashed car bursts into flames. A woman on the ground sobs. Weird ghostly apparitions dance along the leaves of the low hanging trees.

All the while, you jump and bounce on Oliver’s knee. He holds you there—not so tightly that you’re entirely still, but just enough that you don’t slip off of him. 

Enough slack for you to be digging crescent moon shapes into your palms with your nails as your cunt aches. 

The driver seems intent on hitting every fucking dip in the road, clearly. 

Because you might as well be halfway to an orgasm with how wet you are just from inadvertently rocking on Oliver’s thigh for the past fifteen minutes. 

Three quarters, even. 

Then another asshole with a chainsaw jumps right up into the side of the cart, waving it between Karasu and Hiori, and you tip forward in horror.

And that’s when Oliver wholly tightens his grip, dragging you back down the length of his thigh by your belt loops. 

You inhale sharply, heart pounding in your chest at the hot jolt of pleasure that pulses in your cunt. Your panties are soaked at this point; you can feel the way the cotton material clings to your slit. The way it’s dangerously close to leaking through to your jeans. 

Oliver’s lips brush the shell of your ear. “You okay there?”

Breathing in slowly through your nose, you nod, deliberately not turning to look at him. 

“Mmm,” he hums thoughtfully, fixing where his flannel has started to slip down your shoulder. “You seem a little worked up, is all.”

Someone runs by with a flaming jack-o-lantern. 

“Yeah, I hate jump scares.”

You can fucking hear him raise a brow over one of those stupidly pretty eyes of his. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Oliver shifts his thigh. Subtly. Casually. 

Just enough to make you bite back a gasp. 

“Right here in front of everyone, huh?” he murmurs so quietly, only you can hear him. 

You try to step on his foot, but you only manage to rub yourself on him from a new angle that leaves your toes curling in your sneakers. 

“No,” you finally turn to glare at him. 

And oh, it’s a bad idea. 

It’s a very bad idea—taking in the smug tilt of his stupidly attractive face. 

“Oh, no? My mistake,” he says, lips quirking in a grin.

He releases his hold on your hips just as the cart hits the biggest bump yet, and you end up gripping his thigh with every ounce of muscle your legs has to offer, one hand automatically fisting itself in his shirt for balance. 

“You really gotta make up your mind,” Oliver sighs, a playful lilt to his tone as you huff in annoyance and forcefully wrap his arms back around you. 

“Shut up,” you grumble, eyes falling shut as you let yourself lean into his chest. 

If only for the comfort of your back. 

“Whatever you want,” he smiles, moving your legs around till you’re once again in a normal position in his lap.

You let him. 

—

“Nope,” Oliver sounds downright cheerful as he pops the ‘p’, firmly holding you in place as you try to wriggle out of your current position. 

The mattress groans in protest. 

“Oliver, come on,” you whine, exasperated.  

Wet. 

Impatient.

Incredibly horny. 

He cups your cheek, strokes a thumb over the pout on your lips. 

“Not till you come.”

“It’s embarrassing—“

Oliver scoffs, a large hand sliding to the small of your back, fingertips toying with the waistband of your panties. 

Because not only did you let him give you a ride back to your apartment. 

Not only did you somehow end up inviting him inside and making out pressed up against your door. 

No, you’re nearly naked with him in your bed, straddling the same stupidly thick thigh you nearly came all over on a fucking haunted hayride. 

He palms his dick through his boxers, looking at you like he’d very much like to fuck you till you’re a whining, cock drunk mess again. Like he knows that’s exactly what you want, too.

But—

He sits up, hand sliding to the back of your head, lips brushing over yours while he murmurs, “I promise going to spend all night fucking you just like I’ve been thinking about every single day at practice.”

Your pussy throbs. 

“But first, you’re going to ride my thigh.”

His teeth nip at your bottom lip. His hand slides to caress the side of your neck. 

“You’re going to let me watch you hump me…”

He kisses you, slow and deep. 

“…till your perfect pussy makes a cute, wet little mess for me in those panties.”

An ache of arousal drowns out every other feeling in your chest. 

“Okay?” he asks. 

You nod. 

(Oliver breaks his promise, just a little. 

Because you don’t get to feel his cock inside of you till after he’s done eating you out, tongue-fucking the mess you made till you’re desperately humping his face, too. 

Till you’re sobbing his name and squirting all over the sheets.)

[j2yin]

hugo au where ur pxg’s manager and he’s a bit jealous …. >< ?? i just started reading the france match, i can’t believe i’ve been missing out on him UR AUS ARE FEEDING ME

come back to arsenal .ᐟ

you recently transferred from arsenal to pxg as their manager, but vivien hugo cant stop missing you :(

a/n : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST !! i really liked how this one turned out 🥹

©j2yin 2026 - dont copy, steal, or repost ! thank you

[mattsundaes]

"hey."

oliver's voice, a little rough with sleep but a familiar warmth to your insides all the same, cuts through the silence of his bedroom. his hand reaches for your wrist, gently tethering you to where you now hover at the edge of the mattress.

it's dark, save for the light in the hallway that spills in through the cracked door, but you can feel him staring at you as you turn back to look at him.

"where're you going?" he asks, thumb stroking a path down the center of your palm.

you suppress a shiver at the sensation and carefully extricate yourself from his hold (trying not to think too much about the irony of that as something small and fragile quivers in your chest).

"home."

leaning down, you attempt to begin locating the trail of your clothes left scattered across his floor, but you're interrupted by an insistent tug on the bottom hem of the t-shirt you're currently wearing (his shirt).

"why?"

"because—"

because we don't do this. because i'm not your girlfriend. because you probably have three other girls waiting for you to text them back. because you kissed me more than usual tonight. because it hurts less when i let myself out. because i had an awful day and you took my mind off of it and that's all this is supposed to be—

"—i have work early."

his tongue clicks quietly against the back of his teeth, and his reply comes quicker than you expected. "i'll drop you off. i'll make you breakfast."

oliver's arms are snaking their way around your waist now, tugging you back down onto the mattress. back down onto the side of the bed that you always seem to end up sleeping on.

"why?"

he pulls your back to his chest, wraps his arms around you, brushes his nose against your nape. his pillow smells like your shampoo.

"you had a bad day today."

you blink, because you know you didn't tell him that. "says who?"

he makes a thoughtful sound. "i can just tell."

you feel your heart do something funny against the inner walls of your ribcage.

"well maybe i want to go be sad at home now."

he huffs, pressing a soft kiss to the curve between your shoulder and neck. "well maybe i don't want you to do that tonight."

(oliver grabs your wrist again the next morning when you go to get out of his car, hand cupping your face and pulling you back to him for a kiss that takes you by surprise.

a kiss that leaves you unsteady on your feet long after you walk into work.)

[mattsundaes]

18+

reader who has never really cared for giving blowjobs x oliver who doesn't mind. but you want to try it with him—just once.

and he's so soft with you, so gentle and patient. you can see just how hard he's trying to hold himself back, the way his voice uncharacteristically breaks as he groans, thighs quivering. the way you can feel him throbbing on your tongue while he's cupping your face and petting your hair.

and for the first time, having a cock in your mouth leaves arousal shooting down your spine and blooming hot in your gut for some reason. you begin to salivate as you take him deeper, droop slipping past your lips and dribbling down his slick shaft. it pools on his balls, and you palm them, moaning around his dick. you feel yourself growing wet, sticky arousal soaking into your panties.

you pop off of his flushed, leaking tip, and oliver swoops in, mouth crashing against yours. the kiss starts off slow and hot, his tongue slipping past the seam of your lips as he licks his way into your mouth. your fingers slip over the wet spit on his cock, pumping him once, twice.

oliver exhales against your lips, his cock twitches. desire flares white-hot in your gut as you think about the stretch of his cock in the wet heat of your mouth, the heaviness of it on your tongue. you pull back, and he inhales sharply when you swallow his shaft back down. something in your chest clenching tight with need at the fullness as you suck and lick. a shiver runs through you.

it continues like that, back and forth—from desperate, sloppy kisses to drooling and moaning all over his cock. until you hold his gaze when he tries to pull back as he's about finish, fingers grasping his hips.

until he chokes and groans and gasps your name while his hips stutter as he fucks thick, hot cum into your mouth.

[mattsundaes]

Now why would you put that karasu example there like that and not expect follow up questions 👀😵‍💫

hi kail oh what’s that. did you have………..follow-up questions about failed fwb!karasu 🙂

you’re friends. you’re both a little lonely. and it starts as many horny things do—with severely misguided intentions.

and it’s easy at first, the sex. because you’re comfortable enough with one another that you quickly figure each other out with little preamble, preferences and limits and the like. you’re comfortable enough that pleasure and orgasms become a competitive thing, almost.

it’s fun, until your mindless, sated pillow talk nearly leads karasu to breaking the first of many rules one night—your no kissing rule.

(it’s the way you shape vowels with your lips and around your tongue, he reasons.)

it’s fun, until you make an offhand comment about how good his thighs looked when he scored during his last game. and he realizes, with a start, how much it matters to him that you watch his games at all.

(and he feels that urge to kiss you again, suddenly.)

it’s fun, until you fall asleep after sex and end up staying the night for once. because karasu’s not sure if he’ll ever recover from the tired, soft way you unknowingly call him “tabi” when you’re still half asleep.

it’s fun until you show up at one of his games wearing his jersey.

(he fucks you face down into the mattress when you get back to his place after, because he’s afraid of where his lips will end up otherwise.)

[demonslayerlaughs]

-🍃

[simply-sammm]

Hice un Rengoku 🗣 (no llegué ni al color ni al fondo de la referencia ajskaj)

[cutieeva2s]

I can totally see it happening

[wondeurland]

characters ; otoya eita, karasu tabito || contains ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns

you've been otoya's longest situationship yet and even he's surprised at how long you two have lasted in this halfway-relationship, eventually thinking it over and coming to terms that its expiration date is coming soon. he's going over how to break the news to you to karasu over lunch, who listens a little more intently than usual.

otoya is describing how great of a kind-of-girlfriend you've been... how you're attentive but still give him space when needed, how you remember to pluck out his pickled vegetables when you make him a meal, how you always text him good morning and good night. but he says he can't chain himself down to one girl—he's still young after all. he wants to have fun. so he tells karasu he's planning to break the news that "this isn't really working out" to you tomorrow over dinner.

karasu raises a brow slowly at him. he asks otoya what it is about you specifically that otoya doesn't want to commit to, and otoya has to take a brief pause to think carefully, since no negative traits come to mind quickly unlike in his past relationships. one girl was too clingy. another girl did her makeup weird.

but when nothing comes up, he just merely shrugs and just repeats he wants to be a free man. he just can't see himself committing to a relationship.

so karasu takes a sip of his soda, puts it down, and stares at his best friend dead in the eye. dark indigo eyes bore into otoya, and he notices karasu's normal flicker of mischief is missing from them. a deep sincerity replaces it instead and karasu gives his usual soft smirk that he displays for his opponents on the field. but this time... it's directed towards otoya.

"so, ya don't mind if i ask her out then?" karasu asks, noticing the way that otoya immediately stiffens. "'cause if you don't want her... i'll gladly take yer place."

[pinklilcheeks]

Being hauled over your dom’s lap for a spanking not because you did anything wrong - you’re their perfect princess after all - but because your dom is just so obsessed with that perfect little peach you flaunt around the house every day so sometimes you just need a spanking because your dom likes to see it jiggle and flush red and grab it while listening to princess’ little squeaks and moans while watching princess’ legs kick without actually trying because ‘oh dear baby your panties look wet’ since princess took that spanking so well

[nxuvillette]

“WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE JUST FRIENDS!”

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS HCS W/ BLLK MEN

synopsis: it’s just a situationship. those usually don’t lead to much, right?

❥- including : michael kaiser, oliver aiku, sae itoshi

❥- note : first bllk post !! i’m slowly getting back into it, so i hope you all enjoy <3 ! reblogs are appreciated !!

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, rough sex (kaiser), some degradation (kaiser), spanking (kaiser), car sex (sae), birthday sex (oliver), mentions of food (sae), use of pet names (baby , princess , good girl), creampie (all), friends with benefits, mentions of hookups, mentions of alcohol (oliver + kaiser), dacryphilia (kaiser), praising.

♡ MICHAEL KAISER

your little friends with benefits with kaiser had begun over six months ago. you and him were both at a party on new years and one thing led to another, and you ended up head first into his mattress with his cock deep inside you. you both promised it would be a one time thing, but one time turned to two, three, and eventually four times.

he was the one who proposed the idea of having a little “thing.” he said you could both call it off at any time and you weren’t exclusive to each other. it didn’t sound like such a bad idea anyway. it was just mindless fun with pleasure mixed within, right?

kaiser was so fucking great in bed. whenever you two would link up, he would make sure you were shaking by the time he was done. he loved seeing the reactions your body had whenever he did something to it. you were so addictive. there were even a few times he would skip practice so he could go and fuck your brains out. if anything, you were the best workout he could ever ask for. your sweaty bodies clinging to each other afterwards was better than any drug he could ever try. he wondered where the hell you had been hiding all of this time.

tonight was a bit different, though. 

kaiser had hit you up later on in the evening. it was a bit odd since you recalled him telling you that he had a game earlier in the day. you shrugged it off, but that changed when you stepped into his nice apartment and noticed how his demeanor was different. he seemed pissed off. you could just tell from his facial expressions and how he carried himself around. 

when you both reached the bed, kaiser was a lot rougher than he usually was. your face was shoved into the pillow and your ass was sore from the amount of times he had spanked you. his pace was set quite quick as well. his balls smacked your puffy clit with every thrust, and he seemed to be taking whatever was wrong out on you. 

“fuck.. yeah, that’s right, take my fuckin’ cock..” he grunted, his fingertips dragging up your spine. “stupid fucks saying i can’t score.. wait till they see what i’m scoring every night..”

you whimpered when kaiser’s palm made contact with your ass cheeks again. a harsh slap filled your ears, making your pussy clench slightly around his cock. “k-kaiser..” your fingers curled on the sheets below you. 

he smirked, taking a fistful of your hair to yank you upwards towards him. “yeah..? you like when i fuck you like a good little slut?” he questioned. “you’re so fucking beautiful.. god, i’m gonna make you cum so hard..”

kaiser then took hold of your hips, slamming his cock into your aching hole. he could feel your pussy twitching around him, signaling you were close to your climax. he wanted to make you a fucking mess. he was the only guy that could make you see stars whenever you finally came. that’s how he knew he was good enough for you. 

“kaiser, kaiser! i’m gonna cum!” you cried, tears forming at your lash line from how intense the pleasure was.

he clenched his teeth when your cunt spasmed around his dick. you squeezed him so tightly that he hit his orgasm as well. his cum leaked into your walls, filling your womb nicely. 

kaiser then flipped you over so you were now laying on your back. sweat trickled down his body and along the blue rose tattoo that covered his neck. “wanna go for round two..? i got a lot more i wanna do to you, baby.” he grinned.

♡ OLIVER AIKU

you started seeing oliver right after your birthday party which was at one of the clubs in your city. your friends surprised you with a fun evening of drinks and dancing. it was what you needed. 

your friend caught oliver staring at you the entire night. his dual colored eyes never left your body and the way it swayed on the dance floor to the music that vibrated around the club. he was with two other guys and he didn’t seem to have a single care about what they were talking about. he was solely focused on you and your friends were trying their best to make you talk to him. you denied it a few times because you thought a guy as hot as him was probably looking at someone else, but you were wrong.

after a few drinks, you gained the confidence to walk over to him when he was by himself. he introduced himself and he seemed a little surprised to see that you came over yourself. he almost thought for a moment that he would have to be the one to get up and make a move, but he thought it was hot of you to come to him.

you two both ended up going into one of the back rooms inside of the club. oliver’s cock was bullying your walls and he had your legs over his shoulders. your pussy hugged him perfectly, and he knew damn well he was gonna like you. there was just something so alluring about you that he couldn’t get enough of. you had to be his dream girl because there was no way that you didn’t come to him for a reason.

oliver kissed you sloppily. he tugged on your lower lip with his teeth and smirked when you moaned into the kiss. “fuck.. you like that, angel? look at you.. the pretty birthday girl getting fucked by me..” he grunted while he felt your cunt clench slightly around him.

your arms were snaked around his neck. his back was covered in scratch marks that irritated his skin, but he paid no mind to them. all he could focus on was you. “y-yes! yes! fuck! ‘so good, oliver!” you threw your head back as he kissed at your g-spot.

he toyed with your puffy clit, drawing you closer to your orgasm. hearing his name come from your lips sent him into a focus that he could hardly pull away from. you were so gorgeous. you took him so fucking well. “come on, baby, cum on this dick.. i wanna see it messy.” he cooed, kissing your lips. “be a good girl for me.. yeah?”

you nodded eagerly and your thighs began to tremble when your high finally crashed over you. oliver couldn’t help but groan when your pussy clamped around his cock, milking him of what was left in his balls. his head went backwards when he felt his orgasm hitting him like a truck. he had such a tight grip on your thighs that it surely would leave a mark the next day. 

oliver sighed, chuckling at how fucked out you looked compared to an hour ago. “i wanna see you again.. maybe i’ll give you another gift for your birthday.. yeah?” he winked.

♡ SAE ITOSHI

you and sae had been hooking up for several months. the two of you met at a restaurant you were serving at, and he had slipped his number onto the receipt he used to tip you. you were a bit shocked at such an action, but nonetheless was he a hot guy you wanted to know more about.

sae was rich and he was very charming. he would make your cheeks burn whenever he flirted with you, and he got you anything you wanted. there were times you would be randomly surprised with flowers or small chocolates. your roommate thought you had a secret admirer, but you knew full well who was behind that. it was cute and you honestly loved it. sae made you happy and you were very attracted to him.

he suggested hookups because neither of you were sure about serious relationships at that moment. you were fine with that and so was he. sae did so many amazing things to your body. he would drive you crazy. there were even a few instances where you sent him videos and photos of yourself in skimpy lingerie or a nice audio where you’re moaning his name. sae fucking loved it.

sae had been away playing soccer for the past month. he finally returned home and you were so excited to see him. the second he pulled up to your building, you ran out and climbed into his car without a single thought. smelling his familiar cologne and seeing that red hair you loved so much brought back so many memories for you.

eventually, you both went to an empty parking lot and escaped to the backseat of his sleek car. you were sitting on his lap with his cock pumping into you at a quick pace. your tits bounced in his face and his hands squeezed the fat of your ass while you rode his cock. he missed you so fucking much. he hated the idea of jerking off because you weren’t there to make him cum as well. seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air. 

“sae..! right there!” your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades. 

he let go of your nipple with a sudden ‘pop’ sound. he loved hearing your pretty voice call out for him. “yeah..? shit, look at you..” he groaned, watching as your pussy gripped his cock. 

you pressed your forehead against his, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. his palm came to cup your cheek, feeling how warm it was. he was so close to getting to his climax. you always made him so weak. there was something in the air whenever you came around, and it was drawing sae in. this was unlike any little “thing” he had before. 

his pace rapidly shifted and became very fast. skin slapped against another and your vision went white every time sae reached that button inside of you. “sae! i’m gonna c-cum!” you cried.

sae wrapped his arms around your waist, bouncing you on his cock. “f-fuck.. me too..” he groaned, throwing his head back onto the headrest. he couldn’t help but slam your hips onto his cock to push you deeper into him. you were so cute and perfect.

you inhaled a sharp gasp when that knot in your belly snapped. a creamy white ring circled sae’s cock, making noises come from your dripping cunt. his cock twitched at how much cum came out of him from just that one orgasm. he had to lay back for a moment to catch his breath. 

you slumped against his chest, panting. you felt so tired, but you didn’t want to move. “can we stay like this..?” you titled your head to look at him.

he nodded, smiling softly at you. “of course..”

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[gothbachira]

bllk guys who i think r into spanking r def oliver, hiori, chigiri and also karasu

[chevxyn]

they don’t know about us.

texts with good term! ex sae | one , two , last

exes to lovers (rekindling), mature language, smau + written in call log, angst (from last ex & ex friend) with eventual comfort + fluff (from sae), sae folding after you decided to run to him, alot of “i miss yous”, implications of rumor started from last ex and an asshole of a friend, image of you crying/having a panic attack in call with him.

author’s note, this came out late because i had to find a substitute for the chat app (the one i use suddenly has an ai feature and that sucks lol) so yeah