miu

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[miumonga]

miu 🤍 she/they · enfp · multifandom blog ╰┈┈➣ previously known as @/tsukuhoe ♡

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[saestrella]

fwb!itoshi sae loves making you cry during sex because it’s the only way to convince himself that he’s not the overexposed one.

you can’t see the love his eyes have because of the tears, so he fucks you harder until your vision is blurry just to love you properly from the shadows.

[kayuekou]

how it feels when you're reading a fic and a character you love is mischaracterized so horrendously to the point where it's not even them but everyone in the comments love it

[riccyyvalz]

kaiser’s bruises - ブルーロック

“c’mon, schatz, show me,” you mumble, sitting on the edge of the bed.

kaiser stood right in front of you, close enough to smell the lingering laundry detergent of his shirt. he looked down at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and wary.

“s’pathetic,” he mumbled softly. so soft — you were barely able to pick up his words.

you slowly reached a hand to tug lightly on the hem of his shirt; a signal. “no it’s not.”

kaiser grumbled to himself, beginning to reluctantly peel his shirt off and over his head. breath by breath, more of his skin became exposed to you. his core flexed tightly upon feeling your breath billowing onto him.

purple. red. blue.

dappled along the terrain of his lower waist were blotches of bruises — strikingly visible against the blank ridges of his abdomen.

his breath hitched as he watched you, getting self-conscious at how your eyes lingered on the bruises.

his shirt was bundled tightly in his fist, as if he was prepared to put it back on. his chest heaved, his heart stuttering with every passing moment.

a brush of your fingertips along his bruises immediately made him whimper. you watched as his body was shuddering — tensing and flexing the more you grazed the path of his speckled bruises.

“j—just keep . . . touching them,” kaiser stuttered, his voice still ever-so quiet.

to affirm himself, his hand wrapped around your wrist, taking over your autonomy to create his own pathing of your fingertips along his coarse body.

“they’re beautiful, schatzi,” you whisper.

kaiser groaned, letting his head fall back as your touch became more probing and blatant. the pressure of your hand against his aching bruises made a sensation of discomfort rattle along his body — but he wanted it.

he wanted it.

he just wanted the feel of your hands against what hurt him so bad.

and he wanted to hear you call it all beautiful.

so, he spoke, timid and unsure; “say it again.”

your breathing hitched slightly, but you knew what that grogginess in his voice meant.

“they’re beautiful,” you repeated, more purposeful this time.

his lips trembled. “mhm. . . beautiful.”

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

a//n made this in like 3 mins i have to get ready for work now BYE and i luv kaiser its why he was my first thought this morning

၊၊||၊ ♪⊹ - frail state of mind by the 1975

[unknownsvoid]

JUST ADMIT YOU LIKE EACH OTHER?!?!

this is part two! you want to see part one? -> here synopsis: he's only joking around.... right? in other words, shidou flirting with his grumpy ass best friend while also flirting with his partner. he likes you both and he's not even trying to hide it. content warnings: straight-up crack. shidou keeps flirting with the two of you. corny nicknames at one point. sae's POV in one screenshot. jealous shidou at one part. hella jealous sae (if you squint). techincally, one or two kys jokes.

author's note: ignore how shidou's pfp's keep changing. i am inconsistent.

[ryuucam]

HANDS OFF !

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ what’s their favorite part of your body? multi-fandom scenario

contains nsfw (duh), oral (both receiving and giving), handjobs, boobjobs/paizuri, marking (a disgusting amount tbf), lots of spit, nipple play, breeding, bondage (m! receiving YES!!!) sub!character but idk if anyone minds actually, ass slapping + ass play, last part is shorter bc i had no more ideas ..

notes writers block is so real u guys .. also i just spent 20€ on hsr somebody sedate me!!!! please!!!! (gallagher and sunday are almost in all of those i need a lobotomy)

he likes your HANDS, likes the way they’re smaller and softer than his. loves when you run them through his hair, even when you pinch his cheeks (even if they end up red and swollen after).

he’s the type of person that loves holding your hand during sex. it doesn’t matter if he’s being rough, or if it’s just gentle lovemaking, you best believe your hand is getting held tightly by his. it’s comforting, grounding, it shows you that he’s here, no matter what, and you can trust him to take care of you. when his hands are busy doing other things (such as keeping your legs open or restraining you from squirming so much), he likes having your hands holding onto his shoulders, or cupping his face, anything’s fine as long as you keep touching him.

handjobs are his guilty pleasure. sure, they may be nothing over the top, but he thinks there’s nothing as arousing as having your small hand (or hands) wrapped around his cock, doing your best to bob them up and down, even if the amount of precum he’s leaking makes everything so sticky and wet. he just sits back, enamored with the little huffs and puffs you let out every once in a while, struggling to grab his whole cock. but that’s what makes you so charming to him, how cute you look when you’re so intent on nursing on his dick, how you whine at him to just help you out. he’s not a mean man, but just this once he’ll just sit in silence watching you.

kaeya, ayato, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, lyney, childe, kinich (genshin impact) welt, sampo, luocha, jiaoqiu, aventurine, gallagher, phainon, anaxa (honkai star rail) chigiri, kunigami, nagi, itoshi sae, kaiser (blue lock) byakuya, nagito, kokichi, rantaro (danganronpa) mikey (lazy ass), chifuyu, ran (lazy ass n2), nahoya “angry”, kokonoi (tokyo revengers) dazai, ranpo, fukuzawa, tachihara, odasaku, jouno, nikolai (bungou stray dogs) deku, aizawa, sero, mirio, dabi (my hero academia) hinata, oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, semi, kenma, yaku, akaashi, suna (haikyuu) whitney, syndey, wren, brian (degrees of lewdity) gojo, shiu, nanami, sukuna (jujutsu kaisen)

he likes your THIGHS, and likes napping on them even more. regardless of how much he likes to laze around, the soft skin always lulls him into a deep sleep. and when he’s not sleeping, he’s tracing countless patterns on them as he talks about his day - or listens to yours. he bites you sometimes, then licks and kisses the skin better. call him a freak, but he’d die for your thighs, no questions asked.

have you guys ever seen those memes that are like “i’d be happy to die crushed by my gf’s thighs”? that’s him. point blank. he spends hours and hours between your legs, overstimulating you to the point of tears, and the more you cry and try to close your legs the more he enjoys it and keeps going. he starts by kissing your legs, inching closer and closer to your core, leaving numerous hickeys and bite marks all over your inner thighs. when he starts sucking and licking your clit, his hands squeeze the fat of your thighs, further bruising the flesh. you can’t even get mad at him, really, because the massages and creams and who-knows-what he gives you during aftercare makes up for it.

when you’re not feeling like having full on sex, you both agreed on letting him fuck your thighs. it’s a win-win, really, since he gets off and you can lay down and rest (as much as you can while having your boyfriend rutting in your legs from the back, to be fair). the slick coats your skin, making it easy for his cock to slide in and out of your thighs. his tip peeks out from the front, red and throbbing while he overstimulates himself. he groans in your ears, about how “you feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart, you’re such a doll for letting me fuck you like this”. well, you can’t really resist him when he’s like this, so when his cock doesn’t go down after the nth orgasm he’s had, you just tell him to fuck you properly. he can’t wait.

diluc, albedo, xiao, gaming, zhongli, kazuha, thoma, wanderer, pantalone, childe (genshin impact) caelus, dan heng, dr ratio, moze (honkai star rail) isagi, bachira, rin, sendou (blue lock) makoto, kiyotaka, gundham, hajime, shuichi (danganronpa) mikey, kazutora, inui, mitsuya, souya “angry” (tokyo revengers) atsushi, tanizaki, chuuya, tecchou, sigma, mark twain, poe (bungou stray dogs) kaminari, tokoyami, shinsou, monoma, tamaki, hawks (my hero academia) kageyama, yamaguchi, hanamaki, sugawara, goshiki, fukunaga, bokuto, atsumu (haikyuu) kylar, robin, doren, mason, alex (degrees of lewdity) choso, ino, gojo, geto (jujutsu kaisen)

he likes your BOOBS. a worrying amount, actually. he feels like a teenage boy all over again, but he can’t help the way his eyes always drop down to your cleavage (regardless of the shirt you’re wearing, or lack of thereof). his hands are always grabbing your chest, squeezing the fat like they’re stress balls, and he won’t stop unless you whine enough or he’s satisfied (very unlikely). he could spend his whole life tugging and circling on your nipples, sucking on them, biting your tits, anything, really. and obviously your boobs end up swollen, bruised and overstimulated, but can you really be mad at him, though, when he looks at you like a kicked puppy?

a while ago, one of his friends showed him a video of this dude fucking his girlfriend’s tits, and the thought hasn’t left his head ever since. not to say he doesn’t like your pussy, or mouth, but there’s just something so lewd, so messed up about sliding his cock in and out of your boobs. he’s lucky to be dating a cutie like you, honestly, since you let him do just that. he’s a freak, he knows it, but your tits are just so soft, so warm and tight and wet that his dick slides against them so well. sometimes you’re sweet enough to take his tip into your mouth, licking and suckling on it, spreading precum all over your lips. he’s a meanie, though, cumming all over your tits and face. other times, he just rubs his cock all over your chest, pace quickening against your nipples. and no matter how many times he cums, his dick always gets hard again when he sees your doe eyes and pretty tits. be patient with him, yeah?

having you ride him is definitely one of his favorite positions, since it’s a win-win for both of you: you’re taking all of his cock (or at least, you try to), and he has your tits bouncing right in his face. yeah, having you twitch and squirt all over is length is nice (well, more than just nice, but you get my point), but he’s so mesmerized by your boobs. as stated above, he’s no better than a teenage boy, and just a handful of tits is enough to get him going and cumming deep inside you. sometimes he grabs your chest, sucks on your nipples hard enough to bruise them, but when you get sick of all the marks and spit, your best bet is to just tie his hands up. all he can do is whine, “c’mon baby, don’t be so mean. just wanna touch you” and “you’re bein’ so mean to me, i’ll be good, yeah?”, but you know him well enough to know they’re all lies. well, all the more reason to take control for once, no? he does deserve a little punishment every once in a while.

venti, kazuha, ayato, ororon, wriothesley, capitano, dainsleif (genshin impact) caelus, luka, gepard, jing yuan, boothill, moze, blade, gallagher, sunday, mydei, phainon (honkai star rail) isagi, aiku, reo, ness, nagi, rin itoshi, sendou (blue lock) mondo, nagito, kazuichi, korekiyo, kokichi (danganronpa) baji, kazutora, ran, shinichiro, izana, inui, hakkai, draken (tokyo revengers) dazai, ranpo, akutagawa, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai, jouno (bungou stray dogs) deku, shoji, bakugo, todoroki, sero, tamaki, monoma, shigaraki (my hero academia) kuroo, fukunaga, kageyama, tsukishima, osamu, kita, bokuto, sakusa, iwaizumi (haikyuu) kylar, robin, eden, sydney (degrees of lewdity) toji, gojo, higuruma, choso (jujutsu kaisen)

he likes your ASS. it’s a classic: who doesn’t? he likes laying his head on it, likes groping it when you’re wearing short, or skirts, or… never mind, he’s always touching it. whistles when you walk by, slaps it when he passes by you. call him childish but he could care less.

most of the time, he’s fucking you from behind, just so he can see the fat of your ass recoil and bounce when it hits his pelvis. he’s so rough, but he just can’t stop when you’re wrapped so tightly around him, not when the room is filled with the squelching sounds of your cunny. when you whine too much, he just slaps your ass, leaving big, red handprints on it, but he knows you don’t mind it. you won’t mind if he sticks his thumb inside your puckered hole, right? he doesn’t care about that “embarrassing” nonsense you keep on blabbering about, just let him take care of you. you seem to cum harder when he’s playing with your hole, anyways.

kaeya, dottore, tighnari, alhaitham, itto, zhongli, pantalone, childe (genshin impact) sampo, jing yuan, gallagher, mr reca, mydei, boothill, anaxa (honkai star rail) leon, gundham, kaito, k1bo (danganronpa) sae (canon), aiku, kunigami, barou (blue lock) baji, nahoya “angry”, draken, rindou, kakucho, mitsuya (tokyo revengers) kunikida, tachihara, jouno, mark twain (bungou stray dogs) bakugo, kirishima, aizawa, mirio, overhaul (my hero academia) bokuto, ushijima, hinata, yaku (haikyuu) bailey, sirris, mason, wren (degrees of lewdity) geto, shiu, gojo (jujutsu kaisen)

[captainshindo]

Guys…wb soft sx with sae or any bllk men ?🥀 🥀 did we forget about that?? Rough and kinky sx is sooo overrated no hate

Where is the soft dom, whipped, and loser bf?the ones that literally buckles down when they see reader to the point they just throw everything out of their way just to be with her?? Satisfy her and have her listen to him whining and whimpering :(

Just cause they believe happy wife gf = happy life is their top priority

[valentinesxoxo]

— ♯ ⋮ 𝄞 admiring michael’s tattoo ⋮ smut 𓏲ּ𝄢

michael kaiser was a good looking man. he was muscular, tall, strong, and really athletic. the one thing that easily makes you get turn on by him was his tattoo across his neck to arms. it was beautiful. the dark baby blue flower crossing his muscular arm made you feel a little wet each time you saw it.

but sometimes you couldn’t help yourself to admire it. especially when you two were having a intimate moment. you were laying down against the bed, your legs spread open and tangled against his waist. your arms stretched against his neck as you watched him thrust in and out of you— you looked up at his face, then his tattoo. your mouth hanging open from previous moans, god he was beautiful. everything about him was just beautiful. your right hand traced his tattoo from the neck.

and michael noticed your wandering hand on his tattoo, the way your fingers traced along the delicate petals and vines that wound around his neck. he was mid-thrust, tongue pressing against your collarbone in small, deliberate bites, when he felt your touch—that familiar, reverent way you admired his ink.

a deep hum escaped him, vibrating through his chest.

he didn't stop his rhythm, the steady, deep grind of his hips continuing to drive you absolutely crazy. but he lifted his head slightly, just enough to catch your gaze. his blue eyes were dark, heavy with lust, but he saw exactly where your attention was drifting—to the dark blue flowers etched into his skin.

"looking at the tattoo again, aren’t you?" a low, velvety voice that carried a hint of arrogance. a smirk. that infuriating, beautiful smirk that always made your stomach flip. his free hand came up, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back—just enough to make you meet his gaze.

"you're supposed to be looking at me."

you moan softly, your hands now cupping his face. “y-you’re so beautiful.. mmm! m-michael!” you slowly arched your back off the mattress. making you slightly connect your chests against his. the feeling of your bare chests pressing together made his breath hitch. his thrusts stuttered for a moment, just a second, before he regained his rhythm—harder now, deeper.

"fuck—" he groaned against your lips, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, pulling you impossibly closer. the contact between your skin sent electricity through him. “i-i always admire your tattoo, michael..” you whispered.

a low, satisfied chuckle vibrated against your throat, his hips snapping forward with deliberate precision. he loved how obsessed you were with his ink—how the dark blue petals etched into his skin seemed to captivate you just as much as the man himself.

"i know you do, mein herz," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with lust.

the tension in the room was palpable, the air growing thick and heavy with the heat of the moment. his pace quickened, more urgent now, less controlled. his breathing went ragged against your neck, his grip on your hips tightening until his knuckles turned white.

"almost there..." he'd muttered. and then, suddenly, his entire body jerked.

your body seized up, your back arching sharply off the mattress as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. a loud, broken cry of his name tore from your throat, your walls clenching tightly around him as you rode out your high. your vision blurred white, your fingers digging desperately into his shoulders, nails scraping against the dark blue ink you loved so much.

with a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you as his own release hit him hard. his body shuddered violently against yours, his hot breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck.

the dark blue flowers on his arm seemed to dance as his muscles flexed with the intensity of his orgasm.

the aftershocks made you tremble, your legs still locked around his waist as you both slowly came down from the high. he held still for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, chest heaving, dark hair damp with sweat.

then, he withdrew slowly—the sensation pulling a quiet whimper from your lips as the cool air hit your inner thighs.

[kxsagi]

“𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚-𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭”

a/n: the interviewer tryna ignore it 😭😭😭

synopsis: inspired by clips of non-media-trained haaland he was hilarious omfg. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

isagi starts every interview completely normal. you're thinking, wow. he's actually really good at this. then the interviewer asks, "how did you know where the ball would go?" and he accidentally spends three uninterrupted minutes psychoanalyzing every player on the pitch like he's reading their browser history. 

"well, the center-back has a habit of shifting his weight 0.4 seconds early whenever he's under pressure, the goalkeeper favors his right knee because of an injury from two years ago, and my teammate looked scared so i knew he'd panic-pass–" 

the reporter is blinking. the translator is sweating. his coach off-camera is making the universal wrap it up motion. 

someone asks him if he considers another rookie striker his rival. isagi smiles so sweetly everyone expects a respectful answer. "no. he's kind of just there." 

the clip gets 20 million views overnight because the other striker was standing six feet away doing his own interview, but he heard isagi loud and clear (shown by his very expressive side eye). 

during a live broadcast, the interviewer asks, "who's the hardest defender you've faced?" 

isagi answers immediately. "oh, definitely him." he points directly at the player walking behind the camera. the defender hears his name, smiles proudly... before isagi continues, "because he's impossible to predict. everyone else is pretty easy after 20 minutes." the poor defender doesn't know whether that was a compliment or a violation. 

they ask him for a message to his growing fanbase. he gets nervous and blurts, "please don't argue with people online because of me." the interviewer laughs. isagi doesn't. "seriously. i can see you guys doing it." 

cut to twitter immediately arguing over that clip. 

itoshi rin

every interviewer quickly realizes asking rin open-ended questions is a mistake. 

"how does it feel to score your first professional hat trick?" "... fine." "can you elaborate?" "... i scored three." 

a reporter asks him if he'd like to thank anyone after his man of the match performance. rin thinks for a full 10 seconds. "... no." 

the interview ends four questions early because nobody knows where to go from there. 

sponsors desperately want a marketable superstar, so they coach him beforehand. 

"smile." 

"okay." 

"try to sound warmer." 

"okay." 

"maybe thank the fans." 

"okay." 

the camera rolls. 

"thank you... i guess." 

bro, that's less warm. 

one interviewer jokingly asks, "any weaknesses?” 

rin answers, "interviews." 

the entire press room bursts into laughter. rin wasn't joking. 

itoshi sae

sae somehow gives the impression that he's media-trained because he always looks composed. he's not. he's just naturally expressionless. 

a reporter asks, "how important was teamwork today?" 

sae answers without missing a beat. "very." 

"can you expand?" 

"no." 

PR managers everywhere develop stress-induced migraines. 

someone asks him if he gets nervous before big matches. 

"no." 

"never?" 

"traffic is annoying." 

that becomes one of those random athlete quotes that gets edited over meme music for absolutely no reason. 

they ask him what he thinks about becoming one of the league's newest stars. 

“people say that." 

"well, do YOU think that?" 

"not really." 

his club's social media admin nearly throws their laptop because they'd already drafted three "our rising superstar ⭐" posts. 

the funny thing is reporters slowly adapt to him. by the end of the season, interviews sound like hostage negotiations. 

"one-word answers are okay." 

"good." 

"excellent! that's progress." 

nagi seishiro

nagi forgets interviews exist until someone shoves a microphone in his face and says, "congratulations on the win." 

"oh… thanks." 

they ask him what was going through his mind when he scored an unbelievable volley. 

"dinner." 

"... excuse me?" 

"i didn’t have lunch." 

the clip hits 15 million likes because everyone believes him. 

one interviewer asks him to describe himself in three words. 

"sleepy. hungry. done." 

the interviewer starts laughing so hard they accidentally end the segment early. 

he constantly answers rhetorical questions. 

"i guess dreams really do come true, huh?" 

"yeah…” 

"what?" 

"dreams… they come true." 

the club eventually starts assigning reo to stand just off-camera because whenever nagi starts drifting into outer space mid-answer, reo silently points toward the next reporter. 

mikage reo

reo walks into interviews with CEO confidence and absolutely zero filter. reporters love him because he'll answer anything. PR managers hate him because he'll answer anything. 

someone casually asks what convinced him to join his club. 

"money wasn't really important." 

his agent nods proudly. 

"i mean i already have enough." 

his agent physically leaves the interview frame. 

an interviewer asks if he gets competitive. 

reo nods enthusiastically. "absolutely." 

"with who?" 

"everyone." 

"everyone?" 

"even the GPS. if it says i'll get there at 4:32, i'm getting there at 4:31 or earlier." 

they ask him who spends the most time getting ready before matches. 

he answers: "nagi." 

nagi, walking behind him with bedhead and one untied shoe, goes "huh?” 

his biggest crime is accidentally revealing behind-the-scenes information. 

"coach gave a really inspiring speech before kickoff." 

the reporter is like "really? what did he say?" 

reo, without thinking, answers, “he said if we lost he'd shave someone's eyebrows." 

the club has to cut to commercial. 

by his second season, every interview starts with a PR representative whispering, "remember... some things stay in the locker room." 

reo smiles confidently. "of course." 

five minutes later: "so anyway, here's what happened on the team bus..." 

bachira meguru

bachira is every media manager's favorite person... until the interview actually starts. he walks in smiling, waving at every camera, complimenting the interviewer's shoes, and everyone thinks, finally, someone charismatic. 

five minutes later, he's somehow talking about how defenders "taste different." 

"... what?" 

"like... some taste like spicy ramen. some taste like stale bread." 

"taste…?" 

"yeah." 

nobody asks him to elaborate because they're honestly scared of the answer. 

he's the king of answering questions that were never asked. "what was the key to today's win?" 

"one time, i got chased by a goose." 

"sorry?" 

"i think that's why i'm so good at dribbling." 

people believe him. 

he has absolutely no concept of inside thoughts. 

"your chemistry with your striker seems incredible." 

"yeah! he looked constipated during warmups so i knew he'd have a good game." 

the camera cuts to said teammate looking absolutely betrayed. 

every interview somehow ends with the interviewer laughing instead of getting the answer they originally wanted. 

shidou ryusei (suggestive content… 😔) 

the league has to implement a five-second broadcast delay specifically because of shidou. 

every single interview begins with a PR manager saying, "please... just answer normally." 

"got it." 

30 seconds later: "that bicycle kick made me feel like i was ‘bout to finish all over the field, dude! i thought my soul left my body for a second!” 

"... we'll... use that." 

reporters try to ask him the safest questions imaginable. "how did you celebrate after scoring?" 

"i unloaded the trailer cuh." 

"... pardon?" 

"my toilet saw the chocolate gates." 

one interviewer asks what motivates him. 

"violence." 

complete silence. 

"... on the pitch!" he laughs. 

the clip ends before he can clarify. 

after one particularly chaotic interview, a veteran reporter is heard whispering into the mic, "i need a drink…” 

karasu tabito

karasu thinks interviews are funny because reporters always ask questions they already know the answer to. 

"did you expect to win today?" 

"would've been weird if i expected to lose." 

he accidentally develops a reputation for roasting reporters without actually meaning to. 

"how did you deal with their press?" 

"same way i'm dealin’ with these questions." 

"... how's that?" 

"patiently." 

one interviewer asks him for his biggest weakness. 

"answerin’ stupid questions." 

"... are you talking about soccer?" 

"i am now." 

he has the most disrespectful habit of looking directly into the camera like he's on the office every time someone asks something ridiculous. 

"do you think scoring goals is important?" 

karasu just stares into the lens. "... nah, not really." 

fans love him because every interview feels less like a press conference and more like watching someone argue with customer service. 

kaiser michael

kaiser is somehow both the easiest and hardest player to interview. he speaks clearly, sits with perfect posture, and always looks like he's in complete control... until you realize he's answering every question like he's trying to entertain himself instead of the audience. 

one reporter asks, "what makes you different from other strikers?" 

kaiser smiles politely. "i score more." 

"... anything else?" 

"that was the important part." 

sponsors beg him to sound more humble, like "remember, acknowledge your teammates." 

kaiser responds with, "of course." 

camera rolls. 

"my teammates did an excellent job creating chances." 

everyone in the room smiles. 

"it would've been a shame if i wasted them." 

the smiles disappear immediately. 

an interviewer asks if he ever feels pressure living up to expectations. 

"uh, why would i?" 

"because millions of people are watching you." 

"then they should enjoy the show." 

the clip gets turned into every football edit imaginable. 

he has a habit of accidentally making everything sound like a challenge. 

"any message for the defenders you'll be facing next week?" 

"rest well." 

"because?" 

"you'll need it." 

the opposing club's social media account reposts the clip with 17 question marks. 

ness alexis

ness is trying so hard to sound professional. emphasis on trying. 

his very first interview starts just fine actually. 

"we're all working incredibly hard, and i'm grateful to be here–" 

"what makes kaiser such a dangerous player?" 

his brain disconnects from PR mode so fast. 

"have you SEEN him?" 

"yes–” 

"he's amazing." 

“right–” 

"like... genuinely unbelievable." 

somewhere off-camera, the media manager slowly lowers their head into their hands. 

reporters quickly discover that asking him about literally anyone else gets a normal answer. but asking him about kaiser turns him into the president of the fan club. 

someone asks him to describe kaiser in one word. 

"one?" he pouts. 

"yes." 

"... that's impossible." 

during one interview, he accidentally says, "sometimes i forget cameras are recording." 

the interviewer laughs. 

"wait… they're recording now?" 

the panic on his face becomes one of the league's most-used reaction memes. 

by the end of his rookie season, interviewers intentionally sneak one kaiser question into every interview because watching ness completely abandon professionalism halfway through has become must-see television. every single time he catches himself halfway into another speech– 

"he's just so incredi–" deep breath. "he's... a valuable teammate." 

everyone knows what he was going to say anyway. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[ceristelle]

ᝰ.ᐟ LET ME DO THAT FOR YOU. → blue lock

prompt. when they tie your shoelaces for you without a word. ft. yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, rin itoshi, aoshi tokimitsu, kenyu yukimiya, rensuke kunigami & hyoma chigiri

warnings: none

you crouch down to fix your shoe, fumbling with the laces— until isagi’s hand gently brushes yours aside.

“let me.”

you blink at him, confused. “you don’t have to—”

“i know,” he says with a quiet smile, already tying them up with practiced fingers. “but i want to.”

you’re left speechless at the way he double-knots it so carefully—like you might trip if he doesn’t.

“heyyy! your laces are all loosey-goosey!”

before you can react, bachira’s squatting in front of you with a mischievous grin, tugging the strings of your shoes snug.

“there. don’t want you face-planting in front of everyone,” he hums.

you try to thank him, but he just giggles and tugs on your sleeve.

“you owe me a snack for saving your life.”

“you’re gonna trip.”

you look down, and just as you’re about to protest, rin is crouched low, efficiently tying your shoe with an unreadable expression on his face.

he doesn’t say anything after— just stands, hands shoved in his pockets, teal eyes avoiding yours.

“...next time, pay attention,“ he mutters.

but you catch it: the soft, almost inaudible “i don’t want you getting hurt.”

“o-oh! wait—!”

tokimitsu panics when he sees you walking with one shoe untied. “i-it’s okay, i’ll fix it! i mean—if that’s okay??”

he drops to one knee like he’s proposing, fumbling a bit but determined.

“i just...i’d feel really bad if you fell...”

when he stands back up, he’s red from his collar to his ears.

“you’ll scuff your shoes like that,” yukimiya chides gently.

before you can respond, he’s already knelt down, fingers elegant even when tying knots. “presentation matters, you know.”

he finishes with a flourish and a soft smile.

“there. neat and perfect. like you.”

you barely notice your loose shoe until kunigami sighs, “hold still.”

he kneels down without a second thought, thick fingers deftly looping the laces. you stare at him, a little stunned. “you really didn’t have to—”

he glances up, ears slightly red.

“you’d trip. ‘course i did.”

“your laces are a mess,” chigiri says flatly.

you look down. “oh—i’ll get it—”

he’s already kneeling, reaching out. “you’d just make it worse.”

despite his teasing tone, his hands are gentle, precise.

when he stands back up, he avoids your eyes—but his ears are glowing pink, a shade lighter than his hair.

“...don’t let it happen again.”

[ilonanan]

yukimiya kenyu — he’s yours (drabble)

sypnosis: your gentleman of a boyfriend is always down to match your freak, and he loves letting you use him.

yukimiya kenyu is almost the ideal man. he’s such a sweetheart, and much of a gentleman. he’s patient, yet persistent. he’s soft-spoken, but holds firm with his words. he’s keen and observant, paying attention to all your needs and desires—including the ones that you don’t voice. whether your face is an exhibition, he notices the glossy desperation in your eyes, the blush that dusts your cheeks, the way you nibble on your lips and the insides of your cheeks, and the break of eye contact. but his eyes aren’t only trained on your face—he pays attention to the language your body speaks, the subtle pleas to satiate your greedy needs. maybe it’s the way you first break eye contact, finding some other things to focus on rather than his pretty face, down the visible ridges of his collarbone, down the outline of his pectorals, to the soft bulge of his biceps, back down to his toned abs, and down to his crotch—wait, what?

what are you even doing? he’ll notice you gawking.

but you’re unaware of the fact that he already knows. your gaze lasers in on his body, and it ignites an invisible fire within his veins, where warmth turns into fever. your fingers fidget, so too do your legs—as they bounce quickly to ground your mind from straying too far. but it’s already far too late—he can see the flex of your thighs, pressing tightly against each other. he notices the way you adjust uncomfortably, hips wiggling side to side under the guise that you’re just repositioning. but yukimiya kenyu hasn’t lost his vision yet, and he certainly isn’t dumb. he knows the back and forth of your hips is a motion of hope—desperation. you’re just hoping for the slightest of friction against your needy and neglected clit.

and it doesn’t matter where the two of you are when this happens. public or at home—he doesn’t care. he has no need for humiliation when it comes to satisfying his lady, but he’d be lying if he claimed to not enjoy making you suffer a tiny bit. so once he notices you go through the motions, it’s not long until he grabs ahold of your wrist, pulling you into the nearest area of privacy. but again, he’s never opposed to taking you then and there if you really need him too. all you have to do is beg.

and he certainly doesn’t take your innuendos over text or calls lightly. yukimiya kenyu makes sure your promises aren’t empty, and he makes you fulfill them until both yours and his needs are met. he loves to let you downright use him. it doesn’t matter where the two of you are, if his girl needs him, he’ll gladly offer up anything you so wish. he loves moments where you crawl on top of him while he’s casually reading or scrolling on his phone. he loves watching you adjust his body and position according to your liking, and watching the slow drag of your hips over his body.

he loves watching you climb atop him, bare cunt hovering over his face, abs, crotch, lap. when you’re not on his face, he loves watching the drag of your pussy lips over his skin, toned body of ridges and dents that bump your clit deliciously. he loves seeing the trail of slick against his skin, and feeling your pussy clench around nothing just for the added friction. he loves the way you ground yourself by having your arms on his shoulders, biceps, or around his neck—and he loves feeling you tangle your fingers in his hair while he delves his tongue into your pussy.

yukimiya encourages you to be your greediest, neediest, most vile of a woman when it comes to him. there’s that rush that floods his ego whenever he’s reminded that you only want him—that you want to use him only. that you want only the perfection sculpted into his firm, smooth abs. that you want only his lips, puffy and red from your dripping arousal, all over your cunt and paying attention to the most sensitive spots. that you want only his thighs, incredibly muscular from years of athletics, to bump against your clit with every wave your body erupts as you grind. that you want only his dick, thick and heavy in your pussy, curving right into spots that make you brainless. you only want him—only yukimiya kenyu could make you feel like this.

he goes almost feral when you moan out his name, feeding his obsession with being your number one. whether you call out his name in a low, tired drawl. whether you stutter it out in repeated, shaky breathy syllables in broken pants. whether you moan it into his palm over your mouth, reminding you to keep quiet in a coo. whether you’re screaming into the pillow, arms reaching back and creating a flat palm against his iliac crest, pounding into your pussy in a controlled, euphoric daze. or when you whisper it softly into his ear as he draws his hip back and forth into you. he loves it all.

he loves when you take what you want. he loves hearing you say you want to take the reigns or when you want him to completely ruin you at his mercy. he loves doing as you say, no matter what the occasion is at present. he’ll go along to almost everything you say you want to do with no complaints. he hears you ask for a glimpse at the sky and he’ll take you to see stars.

a/n: hi.. this is mostly like a drabble rantish headcanon type thing… im so horny over this man and id blindfold him but i think thatd just traumatize him lowk

[loverstv]

my heart, my life~

in today's broadcast: bunny iglesias has many fans, but just one stands out as the most annoying, nauseatingly happy and cheerful one. at first, he wants nothing to do with her. when one night he comes to the realization that she may be the very first person to make him want to be embraced by something other than sweet sweet death.

MDNI DDNE cw: fem!reader, yan!bunny, obsession, stalking through social media, youtuber!reader, kidnapping soft-of, implied baby trapping, smut, piv, brief vaginal fingering, bunny being suicidal and threatening to kill himself. wc: 7.1k, longest one yet

for this request!

your camera set up, with the ring light on you press record. your smile so bright you nearly outdo the light, your cheery voice picked up by the mic. 

“hello everyone! we’ve all seen the barcha vs re al match yesterday, right? i was there in person!” you gush, cheeks warming as you recollect the stakes, the adrenaline. “you know what time it is~ let’s do a review!”

while admittedly your fascination with soccer didn’t start as an authentic love for the sport, you sure as hell grew into it. your first every introduction to it was a sweet boy who played it in your neighborhood with his friends. it was very convenient to say you were watching them play when you were observing the boy instead. the boy-crazy obsession started there, and it only grew with time. poster after poster lined the walls of your childhood bedroom, up to your college dorm. 

and now, in your own apartment, in the background of your youtube videos. it was a very natural progression, from starting a few fanclubs online as your interest shifted from team to team, to eventually making full-on reviews while mostly glazing your favorite face card at the time. 

you’d earned a sizeable following, made up of mostly women. the men tended to question (rather rudely) whether your interest was genuine, and if you weren’t just openly thirsting over their hardworking athletes. regardless, your videos garnered you enough of a following to allow you to move to barcelona. now you could watch the matches in person, your videos taking on a much more genuine tone as your appreciation for the culture surrounding it grew.

however, recently you’ve been entirely locked in on one person. one man who’s captured your attention to the point of near-madness. every time your eyes found him, your body heated up dangerously. from his tall, muscular frame, to his chiselled face lined with a scar you ached to run your lips across.

bunny iglesias, your undefeated number one obsession for the last 3 years. never before have you stayed so interested in one singular player. and it didn’t look like anything was about to change any time soon.

as the video progresses, you talk more and more animatedly about one of bunny’s passes to lavinho, of course not forgetting how he brushed his hair out of his eyes after he scored the first out of his three goals that match.  

it’s when you replay some of the footage that you pause at someone who isn’t bunny.

“oh!” you clap your hands with a sweet smile, “sae itoshi~ he’s so good too. not better than bunny, though. i loved his assist for leonardo luna, he’s really skilled!”

you’re visibly shaking in your seat as you rewatch the final goal of the match, scored by your bunny. “see that?!” you gush, “that’s why he’s my favorite. he’s so amazing!” 

your squealing and giggling is something you love leaving in your videos, many people have left comments about how cute it was and how contagious your excitement was. it was truly such a beautiful corner of the internet that you’ve managed to create. all because of your boy-crazy, or rather, bunny-crazy nature. 

“right~ this was such a wonderful match, and i’m so happy i got to see it in person!” you swing your legs back and forth, swaying in your chair a bit. “next week there’s a barcha meet and greet! of course i’m going. i really want bunny to sign my jersey!”

“see you guys again soon, i’ll make a video afterwards, as always~ bye bye!”

now to editing, reviews like this are best uploaded as soon as possible.

° ⋆˖ ‧ ᯓ⚽︎ ₊˚.

lavinho’s house is loud. bunny knew this, and yet still somehow agreed to come. music blasting from the speakers while the two of them lounge on a couch that’d easily fit over 15 people. his red eyes devoid of.. anything really, focus on the ceiling while his senior yaps away about the recent match. his excitement palpable, his pride oozing off of him in spades. scrolling through his phone grins maniacally and scoots closer to bunny and passes him his phone. 

“ever seen her before?” he questions, eyes darting between him and the woman on the screen. 

bunny squints, examining the title ‘barcha vs re al review & commentary’. “why would i care?”

lavinho laughs him off, “dude, she’s like your biggest fan! a cutie, too.” he presses play.

the next minute that bunny is subjected to your grating fascination feels like it took years off his life. which, honestly works in his favor. the smile on your face has his gut churning, the food he consumed about half an hour ago threatening to come back up. 

yet, he chuckles along with lavinho, “a pretty face, for sure.”

“dude, i watched some of her vlogs, she’s hot as fuck. maybe she’ll be at the meet and whatever,” the older player ponders, “wonder if i can get her number. she looks like a good time.”

bunny has long since tuned him out, trying to keep his nausea at bay. the joy in  your voice, the happy aura you exuded even through a screen incited a type of disgust he hadn’t felt in a long time. that spark in your eye was as vomit inducing, as it was fascinating.

fascinating enough for him to be scrolling through his phone that same evening, torturing himself with every video you’ve ever made. dedicated as he was, he started at the oldest public one, which happened to document the start of your infatuation with him. 

as the videos progressed, your descriptions of him shifted from shallow ‘hot’ and ‘attractive’ to slightly more introspective  ‘skilled’ and ‘quick on his feet’. something that hasn’t changed was your undying elation whenever you spoke of him. your smile only got brighter with every video, and sometimes you’d even (what he assumed was) forget to edit out you fanning yourself as it all just became too much and overheated your soft body. not like he was paying attention to that whenever he watched your vlogs. which showed your whole body. usually dressed in some tiny skirt which he also totally didn’t pay attention to. until he did. 

he grimaced, already dreading the moment he may potentially face you at the fanmeet lavinho mentioned, one he totally forgot about. 

his eyes dart to his bathroom door, maybe if he finally stopped being a coward, he could finally pull through and not have to go to some stupid fan meet at all.

° ⋆˖ ‧ ᯓ⚽︎ ₊˚.

but the day does arrive, luckily for you. camera in hand ready to snap a few pictures and maybe some footage, donning your trusty ‘iglesias’ jersey, you set off to the venue. the walk there, in the scorching sun, is aided only by the sea of barcha adverts left and right as a last minute extra promotion of the event. 

as bunny’s biggest fan, you must be there first, though. your feet take you there at a speed rivaling the fastest speed-walkers on earth, the camp-nou stadium comes closer and closer. little skirt swishes around your thighs, flimsily held down by the slightly-too-big jersey. 

your gigantic smile has a few people looking at you weirdly, but you pay them no more mind than a brief wave. if you’re having a good day, you might as well brighten a few others.

a line has already formed, but it’s definitely not too bad. especially given it’s still two hours until the doors open. you choose to watch some recent match replays, it would make for good conversation material.

though, any and all things you could’ve thought of didn’t matter the moment you were face to face with the one and only bunny iglesias. thoughts evaporated the moment his soulless red eyes met your glossy ones. forced to fan away your tears before you became a wreck, you smile brightly at him while you introduce yourself. “i’m s-such a big fan!”

you didn’t anticipate being so nervous. not at all. and yet here you are, stumbling over the most basic sentence he’ll likely be hearing all day today. 

his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, but it’s enough for you anyway. 

“what would you like me to sign, muñeca?” he takes the cap off of his marker, his tone barely differing from monotone. 

you immediately hold out the bottom of your jersey, face heating up. “i should’ve probably not worn it, huh? that’d be easier.”

he merely shrugs and signs it anyway, “you’re far from the only one.”

you nod, hands shaking as you feel the brief warmth of his near you. you examine his face, especially the scar. it’s pretty and pink-ish. you’ve read some comments from people who thought it was ugly, how it ruined his pretty face, but you couldn’t disagree more. he wears it well. so well, your lips itch to soothe any discomfort those comments may have caused him, had he seen them.

you don’t even realize he’s already done, now just eyeing you boredly while you basically eat him with your eyes. as if burned, you let go of your jersey, letting it fall back against your thighs. “i’m sorry! and thank you!” you ramble, moving to the next player. and the next. and after another five, you land right in front of lavinho. 

he’s sporting a smirk so cunning you shrink into yourself slightly, but smile nonetheless. “hello!” you introduce yourself, and he repeats your name to you while chuckling.

he signs a piece of merch you’ve placed in front of him, a barcha flag, and makes sure to touch your hand with his as he gives it back. “you’ve got that little youtube channel, no? real cute.”

you nod, face heating up all over again, “right! do you watch it?”

“how else would i know?” he winks. “you’re always so happy, it’s infectious. even showed you to bunny the other day.”

your eyes widen, “really? what did he say?”

“he’s a buzzkill, first and foremost,” he shrugs, “said you’ve got a pretty face. that was it.”

ah, of course. 

“but!” he smirks, “i certainly think there’s more to you.”

what do you call this? some sort of divine intervention? security tells you to move along, and even lavinho can’t do anything about it. animatedly complaining to the guard while you wave to him with a small, uncomfortable smile. 

even though the stadium is an open-roof establishment, exiting it still felt like a breath of fresh air. well. only thing left to do now is make your promised video. 

ringlight on, signed jersey and other signed items laid out in front of you, you start recording.

“hello everyone!” you smile wide, cheeks hurting, “i just came back from the event, and as promised i’m here to tell you all about it!”

unable to help yourself, you pull up the jersey first, fists clutching it so hard your knuckles start hurting. “i got it signed! my bunny jersey! personally signed!” you squeal and giggle. the usual works whenever you talk about bunny. 

“he was really nice to me, even though i was like, ugh- insanely awkward!” you scrunch your nose before you remember the most important detail. “wait, you guys-! he actually held this in his hands! oh-em-gee!”

you sniff it, giggling maniacally. “holy shit!”

“oh, i’m never washing this again.”

° ⋆˖ ‧ ᯓ⚽︎ ₊˚.

bunny’s lip is pressed tight between his teeth, phone nearly cracking from the deathgrip he has on the poor thing. echoing in his dark room is your voice, laughing and squealing about him. his brows furrowed while he fists his cock angrily. 

whether he’s angry at you or at himself, he doesn’t wish to think about. what he does know is that his current predicament is a hundred percent your fault. whatever it is that you put in your videos, be that your skimpy outfits, or just his jersey, has stuck to him enough he can’t help seeing your stupidly cheery face even when he closes his eyes. and that perfume you wore while at the stadium, it was so sickly sweet he had to try his best to not send you away. 

and yet, here he is. in his bed, jacking off until the skin of his dick is raw. his eyes laser-focused on your face and his torso already covered in two loads. nothing is enough, there’s simply too many videos about him that you’ve made. too much content of you basically worshipping him to get through. and all of it makes his dick so hard he feels like dying. nothing new there, though.

with a few last strokes as you sniff the jersey, he cums a final time, his dick finally giving up as it softens. 

bunny pants heavily, staring at his now dark phone screen. what the actual fuck are you doing to him? and how can he make it stop?

he sluggishly walks over to his bathroom and switches on the shower. a good question, does he even want you to stop? 

the cold water soothes over his heated skin, though it does a piss poor job at actually washing away the partially dried cum off his chest. he can’t help agonizing over the fact that for the first time in a while, someone has affected him. sure, he still can’t wait until the sweet embrace of death graces him, but with you by his side.. worshipping him, loving him.. the wait may no longer be so agonizing. 

he closes his eyes, and as expected, the image of your sheepish smile from where you were sat a mere few centimeters away from him is right there. how disgustingly cute. that spark in your eyes, how full of life you seem to be, both on- and off screen. truly appalling. 

his next match is next week. surely you’ll be there too. you said you always are. and certainly, you won’t mind a ticket upgrade.

the next day he tells his team to send you a vip ticket. doesn’t specify why, and by now they know not to question him.

much to his own chagrin, the days leading up to the match are no different for him at all. his cock weeps anytime he hears your voice through the speaker of his phone. the hours of content now reduced to rewatches as time slips through his fingers and washes away with each cooling shower. finally, something to do instead of agonising over his pathetic life. 

the crowd cheering as he enters the field holding a child’s hand is background noise, his focus entirely on the vip section of the stands. 

lo and behold. you’re right there. eyes bright, hands clapping as you shout your lungs dry, he’d recognize your voice anywhere by now. 

bunny’s mood sours and brightens at the same time, if that’s something that was even remotely possible. the former because your voice screeches through the noise of the crowd, standing out in the most obnoxious way, and the latter, because that jersey he signed that you were sniffing in your video is hanging off your frame so deliciously it makes him want to bend you over and flip up that tiny excuse of a skirt up and take you in front of everyone. 

alas, he’s got his god-forsaken match to play. the darned whistle blows, and off he goes. a pass there, a defender getting in his way here, another pass from lavinho, and unsurprisingly to everyone present, bunny scores within the first 10 minutes. 

he sends a cheeky smile to the camera, throwing up a peace sign before his eyes find their way back to you. there are tears running down your soft cheeks already, you poor thing. he immediately regrets looking over, because the sight of your wet face has his groin stirring like it never did before. 

the young striker's eyes widened. oh, he just found his new favorite expression. people crying has always brought a ghost of a smile to his face, but on you it’s like an entirely new concept. now, if only he can manage to wring those tears out of you in a different context. that is something worth living for. 

the rest of the match he has to actively stop himself from searching you out. if your emotional state got him that distracted at one glance, it could cost him dearly. 

so, goal after goal, with one in between by lavinho, and two lucky ones from the opposing team, barcha wins. 5-2. 

only then does he dare another look in your direction, a mere few feet away from your section. your eyes are already set on him, the wonder and the admiration oozing from you in both sobs and claps and screams of joy. 

in spite of the overwhelming amount of press that will no-doubt capture this moment and plaster it everywhere they can while his pr-team tries to control the damage- he winks. right while making eye contact with you. the camera’s already focused on him, capturing the moment in real time. the stadium erupts in another wave of cheers, while he sees you freeze in your place. aren’t you just so awfully adorable.

without looking back, he’s off to entertain the celebrations for as little as his team lets him get away with before he’s on his way to the locker room, his ear already talked off by his manager about the ‘inappropriate interaction’. 

bunny waves him off, instead instructing him to make sure you get to him. “locker room- whatever you can manage. let me know where she is. i need to speak to her.”

he hears a frustrated huff behind him, and smirks as the footsteps get further and further away; while the sweetheart plaguing his mind is only getting closer and closer.

but when bunny finally exits the locker room, you’re nowhere to be found. there’s not even a call from his manager that you’ve left before he could get to you. 

the scowl on his face has even lavinho backing off from his usual teasing, especially after the stunt he just pulled. “easy there, tiger. what, i thought you weren’t all that impressed with the girl?”

of course, the old fool can’t help himself. “don’t even start,” bunny dismisses him, tone clipped. the cars to take them home are in sight, reporters crowding the exit for one last feature, one last question they’ve all heard before. he brushes past them, mics ignored and overlooked.

his mood entirely ruined, plan in shambles- oh.

he steps inside his car, and aside from the driver, there’s a very, very nervous figure. guess his manager came through better than he expected him to.

bunny can’t help the wide smile from spreading across his face, “hello there, muñeca.”

° ⋆˖ ‧ ᯓ⚽︎ ₊˚.

the moment you register that wink, your world stops. the noise of the crowd blurs into background white-noise, and all you see is bunny’s eyes focused right on you. and then just as fast, his back is turned and he walks off. leaving you there, stunned and with your heart racing. even if you hadn’t been a fan of him before, this certainly would’ve cemented you as one. 

as if the tickets weren’t enough. 

wrapping up another video, a simple vlog where you expressed your excitement for the upcoming match, you receive a new email on your business account. 

something something ‘mr. bunny iglesias’, something something ‘vip tickets’. had you been holding something it would’ve clattered to the ground. 

the sound that escaped you then had your neighbors worried enough to knock on your apartment door, believing you might have just been murdered. 

luckily, you were most definitely not. although you might as well have died and come back alive with the violent surge of emotions coursing through you then, as well as now as you watch bunny’s figure get smaller and smaller as he approaches his teammates. 

the celebrations rage on around you, while the less invested leave the stadium in droves. you have half a mind to record anything, being so close to bunny kind of sabotaged your recording efforts. why would you stare at him through the lens of your camera when you can, and did, stare at him from the very front; too busy screaming your throat raw to record. 

when you did finally come-to, it was really only briefly. a firm grip on the shoulder, you’re now faced with no other than mr. manager. bunny’s manager. he looks less than thrilled, his voice strained as if doing this was fully against his will, “he wants to see you.”

your immediate assumption would be some sort of corridor, maybe an office as you trail behind the speed-walking man. “uh- sir? may i ask why?”

 ï’ve got no bloody idea.”

you get neither of those options. instead, you’re ushered into a car before he slams the door. the car is then driven to the exit where you wait anxiously for bunny to show up. it’s honestly a bit too much all at once, tears gather in your eyes and you sniffle. it’s not only the prospect of being semi-alone with bunny, but being personally asked to show up is such an otherworldly concept in and of itself. 

you pick at the hem of your skirt as you examine the car. the seats are a comfortable, red leather, the windows obviously tinted, and a wall-like construction to separate the passenger from the driver which is currently pulled up. you have no idea who’s behind the wheel and maybe that’s for the better. there’s no need for anyone to see you crying to yourself, makeup probably smudged a bit already. 

as time passes, your excitement grows the longer you’re kept in suspense. your lip more and more raw the longer you chew on it, nerves buzzing. what will you even say?

until finally, the door clicks open. a very annoyed bunny steps inside, and briefly pauses once his eyes land on you. his posture now much more relaxed, a wide smile spreads across his face, “hello there, muñeca.”

it takes a superhuman effort for as little as a small wave, his body so close to you it’s hard to even breathe. “hi…”

his eyes scan you head to toe, darkening when they settle on your soft thighs which are barely covered by the poor excuse of a skirt you tend to wear. he then looks back to your face, smile softening into a subtle smirk, “why so nervous? you’re usually so… outspoken when it comes to me.”

your tongue ties as his body leans closer. a hand on your thigh has you malfunctioning briefly before you muster a quiet: “it’s different.”

“different how?” he immediately questions, his face mere inches away from yours. “i have to say, your excitement is cute, but this? this sweet, sickening shyness-”

he leans in until your lips nearly touch, his voice dropping to a breathy whisper, “it’s doing things to me, and i hate it.”

he tilts his head to the side, eyeing you with a faux pout, “it’s been keeping me up at night, you know? it’s stressful, and it may impact my performance… what if you lose interest in me then? i don’t know what i’d do if i lost the support of my biggest fan.”

the tip of his finger traces your jaw, down your neck and the neckline of the jersey, “it may just make life.. a little less worth living.”

then just as fast, he’s back in his own seat, a nearly pleasant smile on his face as he chuckles, “you’ll help me fix it, won’t you?”

stunned doesn’t even begin to cover what you’re experiencing, but it’s soon replaced by a sinking dread. a fear you didn’t know you could experience outside of some really good horror movies.

you find yourself nodding insistently, hands folded as if you’re begging, “o-of course!”

there’s no world you can imagine yourself enjoying if bunny wasn’t in it. he’s been the center of your life for the last three years, and you’d be damned before you let anything happen to him. besides, if it really is your fault, it’s only fair you help him out. however that help might look like. 

his smile widens, although it does not reach his eyes, “i knew you’d be good.”

it doesn’t matter if he meant it as a compliment, you take it as one anyway as your chest warms, same with your face and neck. your hand covers your mouth, disbelief still clouding your mind. 

soon, the car moves in a direction entirely unfamiliar to you, the way richer part of barcelona you’ve never stepped foot in. your attention, however, isn’t focused on the outside long. a hand on your thigh recaptures it, making you look back at bunny curiously.

the look in his eyes is unlike anything you’ve seen before, in anyone. his red eyes don’t usually show any emotion, be that on the pitch or during press interviews, yet what you find is nowhere near empty. instead, combined with a small smile, a deep-rooted tiredness gives way for interest. curiosity. excitement? his brow twitches, and you feel a nail dig into your thigh, almost painfully so while his grip tightens. 

a warmth pools in your belly, he’s so close, way more attractive than you’ve ever seen him. even the sweaty, shirtless paparazzi pictures from a few months back didn’t get you going nearly as much as his touch currently is. his hair still slightly wet from his shower, black tanktop clinging to his muscled torso, and god… his scars. all of them look like they’re aching for some love, and you’d be damned if you let this chance slip by. 

“we’re almost there,” he says, though it sounds mildly like a warning. 

you tilt your head, leaning into him unconsciously, “where?”

a corner of his lips quirks up an easily missable bit, “my apartment.”

his hold switches from your thigh to your hand, the imprint left by his nail drawing a bit of blood. before you can even mention it, he’s already tugging you out of the car, the tiny drop runs down your leg. “bunny-”

“got a bit carried away,” he brushes you off, he squeezes your hand, the pressure on your knuckles causes you to grimace briefly. 

but that is all forgiven and forgotten once he gets you in the elevator, both of his hands on your hips as he makes you face him. there’s a tone to his smile now you can’t put your finger on, but neither do you want to when he leans down to press a few kisses on your neck and up to your ear. a shiver runs down your spine, the tickling pleasure has your hands scrunching his tanktop in your hands. “a-ah~”

your eyes flutter shut while he starts to softly suckle on the skin right under your ear. though with each suck it’s like he gets hungrier and hungrier. he switches spots, the previous one already bruising. your knees buckle, but he holds you up, hands switching from your hips to your ass as he squeezes.

“bunny..!” you moan, and you feel him stiffen for a second before he resumes, harder and greedier than before. he kisses up your jaw before he plants a hickey there too. 

then, the elevator door opens and you’re startled out of your haze. bunny doesn’t seem too bothered, but he still stops. his eyes are barely open; you’d say he’s drunk if you didn’t know any better. 

he then grasps your hand again and drags you along to his door, his steps large and hurried, and very hard to keep up with. you’re out of breath by the time you get to the door, which unlocks and slams shut behind you in a split second. you don’t even have the time to process your surroundings before you’re pressed up against the nearest wall, his lips on yours in a display of lust you’d never thought you’d be on the receiving end of. his hands cup your cheeks, keeping you in place while he forces his tongue inside your mouth. his whole build somehow manages to completely dwarf you, and his hands soon get bored as they travel down to your chest, one of them lingering to squeeze your throat. the surprised sound you let out has him smiling into the kiss, though it’s more tongue-sucking at this point. and still, he goes down further, pinching your nipples which are so hard they poke through your flimsy bra and jersey.

the lack of air has you light-headed, the pleasure of him feeling you up clouding the remaining sense you’ve got. his presence is so intense in and of its own, the heaviness with which he’s rooted in his spot, keeping you pressed between him and the wall makes it impossible to push him away even the tiniest bit for that little bit of relief. 

just as you feel yourself getting weaker, he pulls away, panting. his hands hold you up by the waist, his eyes scan over your already fucked-out face with an eagerness that feels entirely unfamiliar to even someone like you, who’s been dutifully analyzing him for the last 3 years. 

you don’t even know how you get to the bedroom, splayed out on your back while he sits back on his haunches. he examines you like some experiment, fingers tracing from your jaw, down to your neck, over your covered breast and hardened nipple, down your soft belly and then over the junction between your belly and thigh where he lingers a few centimeters above where you actually need him most. his touch is featherlight, combined with the fabric still covering you it’s easy to think you’re imagining it. and yet he’s there, watching your face for every twitch, every microexpression and with every noise you make his own expression gets tighter and tighter. if you had any clarity left, you’d be inclined to question why he looks like he doesn’t really want to be here. 

suddenly, your skirt is gone. it falls down to the floor where bunny dropped it haphazardly. he leans over you a little more, bunching your jersey around your waist. your sweet, pink cotton panties with a little bow are on full display, the wet patch on the gusset giving away how your body aches for him. as if your whole body being so pliant for him didn’t do so already.

your brain is nearly melting out of your ears when his hands reach your inner thighs. still nowhere near your soaked core, which he can definitely see get wetter and wetter with each caress. you want to be embarrassed at how clear your need for more is, small whines and whimpers spill past your lips any time he gets even that tad bit closer.

until finally, he pushes at your thighs, spreading you open for him. he pushes them down, almost folding you in half before he runs his thumb over the ruined fabric of your underwear. from your twitchy clit to your fluttering entrance. he presses a bit harder there, almost pushing in with the fabric still in between. 

it has your whines increasing in volume, head thrown back at his teasing. “y’re so mean..!”

“mean?” he questions, “you’re the mean one, looking away from me while i try to make you feel good. eyes on me please, muñeca.”

his tone sounds just disappointed enough for you to look back immediately, cheeks flushing with heat as you bite your lip, “i’m sorry.”

“good. remember you’re doing this for me, yeah?” he smiles sadly, “i don’t want to feel bad anymore.”

“of course.” the guilt eats you alive. he’s being so nice to you, and you can’t help being impatient. calling him mean? that was too far. tears gather in your eyes, “i’m really sorry.” 

he leans his head against your thigh, his fingers running up and down your clothed slit while you shudder. he looks as if you kicked him, “you’ll still help me, right?”

you nod, eyelids fluttering from the pleasure. “y-yeah.. ah!”

your eyes widen as he slides your panties to the side, fingertips making direct contact with your throbbing clit. he rubs agonizingly slow yet precise circles over the bud, all while maintaining eye contact. he watches you intently as he speeds up and slows back down. he then sits back up, slides his fingers down to your entrance, and pushes two fingers in to the knuckle. 

his eyes widen as your hips buck and eyes squeeze shut, the moan you let out so is pornographic it’d make a virgin cream his pants immediately. 

the relief of finally being filled, especially when he curls his fingers immediately has your head spinning. 

unfortunately for you, it’s taken away just as quickly. your cunt now empty and fluttering and leaking copious amounts of slick makes you cry out, “bunny! please, please, i need it!”

° ⋆˖ ‧ ᯓ⚽︎ ₊˚.

bunny hoped getting you under him would solve this nearly crippling disgust he felt around you and your content. the fascination that kept him coming back for more bordered on an addiction, one with a sick and painful aftermath as his cock screams for rest after he’s jerked off for the 7th time that day. 

but nothing could’ve prepared him for the up close view of your tearful eyes. your cunt spread open for him, neck and jaw lined with bruises and the tiny wound surrounded by dried blood on your inner thigh makes his head spin. his patience has run dry. the moment he felt you envelop his fingers in your needy heat, it was over. 

he basically rips his clothes off, and in one slick thrust, his fully hard, abnormally thick dick is forced all the way inside your pussy. his heart soars, filling up the otherwise empty space. 

but oh, the tears streaming down your cheeks, the frantic spasms of your cunt as you try to adjust and the sobs. oh, the sobs. he can’t decide whether he wants to look at your cunt or your face more. both are wet, extremely so. though the tears running down your cheeks is what he’s been after this whole time.

your cries are like a balm to his scattered soul, the way you claw at his arms, his chest, begging and trying to be as close to him as possible. it’s all too much. he knew this would relieve him, even if only temporarily, but not even his wildest dreams could’ve prepared him for the absolute euphoria of seeing you cry up close. 

bunny leans down, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist, his hands bracing on the sides of your head. he feels your arms wrap around his torso, and he could damn well start crying too. 

and he almost does, once your lips make contact with one of the scars on his shoulder. in between your sobs of pleasure, he feels you whimper as you kiss along the marred skin. his hands grip the sheets underneath, eyes widening. “oh, hermosa..”

he nearly chokes, eyes glossing over for a second before he forcefully blinks it away. whatever you just did to him, you may just start wishing you hadn’t. 

he looks down at you, where you’re still going at it, trailing kisses wherever you can reach as the force of his thrusts push you up and down the bed. overwhelmed with emotion, bunny leans down and captures your lips with his again. he can’t have you getting carried away, the pressure on his chest grows rapidly on its own even without your help.

he feels his own cheeks getting wet as he continues kissing you, dutifully swallowing your moans while his cock somehow only gets harder. 

somewhere in between his assault on your mouth he hears you mumble that you’re about to cum and it has him pulling away immediately. he needs to see your face while you fall apart. he speeds up, encouraging you, “come on, give it to me.” 

your cries gradually get more frantic, higher in pitch before he feels a warm liquid spray his abdomen. your eyes roll into the back of your skull, and your mouth hangs open so obscenely he can’t help wishing to stuff his cock inside there too. even more tears stream down your cheeks and your cunt squeezes him so tight it forces his own orgasm out of him. his balls tighten, and he grips your waist to keep you locked onto him as he spills inside. “f-fuck-!”

his whole body is white hot with an emotion so new to him it leaves him speechless. he waits until you come-to, but it seems the whole ordeal was intense enough for you to knock you out cold. your breathing slowly evens out while he stays buried inside you, plugging you up. 

with gentle hands, he caresses your body up and down. from a brief massage on your thighs to using his shirt to wipe down your sweaty forehead. he leaves the tear stains though. he thinks they make you look absolutely gorgeous. 

from wanting to vomit at the sound of your stupidly cheery voice to jacking off to your videos nearly 24/7 to now wanting nothing more than to wring out every noise you could possibly make. 

bunny is truly baffled at what you’ve managed to do to him, his heart finally doesn’t feel like a void, and the thought of you leaving feels like ripping that all away. 

he smirks, the first bits of white escape around his softening cock. there’s a myriad of ways to keep you here. and he intends on using any method that sticks. 

he cleans you up; his version of it is to take his cock out, push the cum back in with his fingers and pull your panties back over your cunt. he gives your pussy a loving pat for good measure.

he’ll let you sleep for now, and he’ll join you soon. but first, a few arrangements are to be made.

° ⋆˖ ‧ ᯓ⚽︎ ₊˚.

you wake up with your body sore, the only comfort being the big, warm body spooning you. you rub your eyes, the area between your legs is uncomfortably sticky and your face heats up as you remember why. never in a million years would you have thought you’d ever get to sleep with the bunny iglesias, and yet, he sought you out himself. 

that’s obviously a detail you’ll omit in your new video. 

you take a moment to enjoy the body heat, while you replay yesterday over and over in your mind. you’d never taken a cock that big before, and you can’t get over how little resistance your cunt provided. he really just does turn you on that much. 

bunny stirring behind you has you laying entirely still, hoping he’ll think you’re still asleep to stay here just a minute longer. 

“good morning,” he mumbles into your neck, his hoarse, speel-ridden voice slicking your cunt all over again.

you yawn despite yourself. hoping to hide your disappointment you mumble a small and sleepy: “good morning.”

you wait for him to send you away, any type of ushering out the door, but instead, he just pulls you back closer, “sleep well?”

“huh? oh, yeah. very well, actually.”

“good,” he murmurs, caressing your thigh.

it’s almost as if he’s fallen back asleep, leaving you in a frankly uncomfortable silence as you’re unsure how to proceed. 

deciding to take matters into your own hands, you lift his arm from over your waist and lay it back down on the mattress gently. you manage to find your skirt, which is very easy given his clean bedroom floor, and put it on. with one last look at his handsome face you step out of the room, finding your shoes scattered over the hall. you hadn’t gotten a good look at his interior back when you came here yesterday, but he’s got an impressive amount of recording equipment yet to unpack in his livingroom. you’re almost jealous. equipment like this would elevate anyone’s content into virality for the quality of the footage alone. 

you put your shoes on, and walk towards the door with a sigh. 

huh?

the door won’t open. all the inside locks are unlocked, though.. maybe it’s just the regular key lock? you look around the hall and find a bunny keychain with a few keys. right! one of them must be it. 

but right as you slide in the first one, someone clears their throat behind you. humiliation flushes over your whole body and you’re paralyzed in your spot. slowly you turn around to face none other than the only other person in this apartment, bunny.

“where do you think you’re going?” he asks calmly, his smile icy cold. devoid of any of this morning’s affection.

“just.. home?” you try to respond normally, but even such a straightforward and valid answer feels ridiculous under his scrutinising gaze. 

his whole demeanor changes in the blink of an eye. had you actually blanked you would’ve missed it. his smile entirely gone, exchanged for the saddest you’ve ever seen a man. his brows furrowed, lips forming a pout you’ve got to admit is very endearing. 

but the worst part is his voice, cracking at every other word, “you’re leaving me?”

your eyes widen, “w-what? what do you mean? this was just me helping you out, right? didn’t i make up for… whatever it was you wanted?”

he takes a step closer, a conflict of emotions rises within you. panic, but sympathy too.

he reaches out his arms, as if inviting you for a hug, “i’ll be really, really sad if you go.”

you can’t help taking a step closer, voice hesitant, “b-but, i can come back, right? i don’t have to leave forever…”

he sniffles and shakes his head, “i don’t think i’ll survive. just the thought of you leaving makes me want to- it makes me want to-.”

“makes you want to do what, bunny?” you ask carefully.

there’s tears in his eyes now, “i have these pills in my bathroom…,” he chokes.

your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, panic overtaking your whole system. you nearly run into his arms, “no, no! i’ll stay, i promise i’ll stay.”

you bury your face in his chest, heart nearly beating out of yours. 

just as you thought a crisis may have been averted, his giggles reach your ears while his hold on you tightens, “i’m so glad you’re staying! i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

all the blood drains from your face and down to your cunt when he leans in even closer so he can whisper into your ear, “we’ll be together forever, mi vida.”

hermosa = pretty

mi vida = my life

a/n: this is crazy actually i love it

[kenyummy]

LOOKING OUT FOR YOU ꒰⚘݄꒱ KARASU TABITO

SYNOPSIS : karasu tabito has always looked out for you. when you meet his best friend, otoya, that fact still does not change.

You have known Karasu Tabito since you have been in diapers.

It's always been a known fact. Your mothers met each other at the hospital, became friends, and eventually, you two met. That fateful day, you met Karasu Tabito and your life has never been void of him since.

At age three, you two went out to a waterpark and that was the first time he kissed you.

(It wasn't really a kiss—you accidentally fell on top of him after sliding down a waterslide, he promised he'd catch you, and he did—his mouth just happened to land on yours). You were so disgusted you started to cry—he gagged and ran away.

At age five and a half, you both had your first sleepover. He had a big scary dog that was almost as big as you were and scared you half to death. You were so terrified of the thing you refused to let go of the bottom of his stupid purple Megatron shirt.

You spent the entire night sleeping by his side, and he never once softened his grip on you—it was the only thing that lulled you to sleep. Your mom still had photos of you clinging onto him like it was life or death.

At age twelve, you two entered middle school together. You've never spent a day without him—so it was quite strange when you were forced to enter a strange, new class—and even weirder when your female classmates gave you both googly eyes and always giggled whenever you were around. You never really understood what they meant by this—and to this day, you still don't.

You and Karasu Tabito have known each other since you two were able to walk, and because of this fact, you've never once noticed the way he looks at you.

The soft stares, small smiles (not those stupid, cocky smirks that he holds when he's out on the field—but rather, a grin that curls up on his lips and makes his cheeks grow pink), and the thoughtful, almost unnoticeable actions he takes only for you.

You've never seen it—not now, not never, is what he's hoping. If there is one thing Karasu Tabito shall never do, is tell you what he's done. He'll wait, maybe for a day he will see you stare at him with just as much fondness, or when your touch will linger on his upper arm for a minute too long.

He's always been good at analyzing people—and when he's known you for so long, you've surely become no exception. It was a habit you hated so much, but one he never seemed to be able to get rid of—only able to hide, for the sake of your wellbeing. He's grown soft, he thinks, every single night after he's lying alone in his bed and staring blankly up at the ceiling. He has grown soft for you, his best friend since childhood. But that isn't so much of a bad thing, he thinks again.

He doesn't mind all that much. 

The crow, once wild and rowdy, is content with the preening it receives from its owner—and learns to love its life trapped inside the golden cage. He will wait, patiently, for the day you would fall for him—at least, that is what he was originally planning to do.

At age eighteen, he introduced you to his best friend, Otoya Eita. A notorious football player, playboy, and womanizer. There is a good reason Karasu had waited so long to introduce his two closest friends together, and that is because Otoya had quite a history with all of Karasu's female friends. 

He's told him to quit it, to stop—but it's never been as serious as it is now.

"Seriously man, don't with her." Karasu sits beside his friend with narrowed eyes and a frown. Otoya's expression is nonchalant as ever, except with a singular brow raised in question.

"What's got you so pissed? I didn't even say anything."

"I know you. Don't, dude. She's different, okay? I don't care about whatever happened with the others, but you seriously need to lay off."

Otoya raises his hands in mock defence, half-lidded eyes widening ever-so-slightly. "Alright. Promise. I won't do anything."

Karasu raises a brow, staring at his whistling buddy from the corner of his eye—he couldn't help but doubt him. Still, he was his closest friend from Blue Lock, and he should do well to trust that said friend—even if Karasu Tabito should know better.

He really should've known better.

As soon as Otoya caught sight of you—he slid next to you, ever so casually—with his phone stuck out and a small smile playing on his lips—asking for your number. You were shocked, of course, and Tabito had no shortage of criticism regarding his green-striped friend to speak to you—still, he was pretty cute, and pretty charming, with that grin.

So, despite your better judgement, and to Karasu's horror—you momentarily forget his words and nod—still in shocked silence—and pass him your phone. 

Karasu doesn't think he's ever seen Otoya that happy. Still, you don't look uncomfortable—even with that gross, stupid man pressed right to your side—so Karasu holds his tongue and simply chews down, hard, on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cursing his friend out.

The crow introduces the both of you together, and it does not take long at all before, he, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table from you two, becomes the so-called third wheel.

Karasu Tabito could only stare in silence as you and Otoya, surprisingly, held a decent conversation.

Tabito nearly socked Eita in the face when he slid his arm around you and winked—a cheesy, stupid action that could make even the most romantic author gag in horror.

Even so, you smile—and Tabito's heart drops to his stomach.

Karasu had mostly forgotten about this moment for a good week—choosing to just enjoy your presence after that. However, after that week of peace, he was rudely reminded just how persistent Otoya could be with girls.

"Otoya... is a nice guy." You point at your phone, showing it to your best friend with a smile. Your cheeks are flushed pink as you type back a response to his message—but it's half-written and unsent when Karasu snatches the device out of your hands.

He's never seen something so disgusting. It's vile. It's horrible. It's so gross.

"What the fuck?" He curses absentmindedly, eyes wide with disgusted shock as he reads over your conversations. At first, it was about Karasu and both your friendships with him—but those conversations soon turned into deeper, personal talks that you'd never shared with anybody but him. 

You try and grab at your device—he pulls that stupid move where he holds it up higher than you can reach—you practically fall into his arms trying to grab the phone, "Tabito!! Give it back!!"

"Are you serious?" He looks down at you with furrowed brows and lips pulled taut downwards. He steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, eyes narrowed sharply. "I told you not to fall for this. Didn't I tell you about what he does to girls? I told you not to talk to him!"

Before this, you've never gotten truly angry at him. Sure, you'd fight—but not even an hour later, either one of you would come back and apologise for whatever petty thing had transpired in the fight. That was just how your friendship was, and he never thought it would change.

Not until now, that is.

You look up at him with a deep frown and an angry stare—not the kittenish one that makes him laugh and ruffle your hair, but a different type of stare—where you are trying to dig knives into his skull and he thinks all the breath has been stolen from his lungs, "Why do you always do this? You always act like this whenever I try and talk to a guy—but this time, you're really acting like a fool! He's your friend, shouldn't you approve more than the past, oh I don't know, seven?!"

His wide-eyed shock is an opening for you to grab your phone back—so you do, and take a good few steps back.

I'm just... trying to look out for you... However, his thoughts go unspoken in his stupor.

Your voice is quieter now—arms folded underneath your chest and clearly avoiding his gaze, "I think you should go... Tabito. I'll talk to you later."

You murmur and walk away—with each step you take, he thinks he hears his heart shatter a little more inside his chest.

He slumps down on his desk with his head in his hands. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so stupid. He hadn't even realised it himself—had he really been so disapproving of all those guys that you'd stopped talking to them completely? And he didn't even know?

He feels more selfish than ever.

He feels sick, actually.

"Hey."

This voice is not one he'd like to hear right now. The source of his problems and pain—Otoya. Karasu groans and doesn't raise his gaze—his chest starts to hurt. "Go away."

He doesn't hear footsteps, so Karasu assumes he does not follow his demand. His thoughts are proven correct when Otoya speaks again, "She told me about whatever happened before."

Karasu clenches his jaw hard to stop himself from speaking. He feels like even more of a piece of shit. He just had to bring it up, didn't he? If he didn't introduce you two, this wouldn't have even happened, anyway. Maybe he should keep his lives separate next time—in whatever life he would live next.

"I know she's your friend and all, and you're super worried about her because of that—but I promise I won't do anything."

Those words make Karasu lift his gaze—tired eyes from the lack of sleep he got last night make his despair abundantly obvious. Still, Otoya's nonchalant expression that he always has plastered on his face does not budge an inch. "I promise you before, too. I won't do anything. I swear. I really like her. Like a lot. I swear, I won't hurt her. If I do, you can beat my ass, and I'll take it. So don't be petty like this, okay?"

The words don't soothe the ache in his chest.

Those words he spoke before, just before Otoya had met you—Karasu was worried about this exact scenario happening. But thinking back on it now—was he even worried about you?

He finds himself doubting it. In fact, it feels so much more natural to say that he was worried about himself. That he'd get hurt like this if this happened.

The lack of response from Karasu gives Otoya the answer he was looking for—the last thing he hears as Otoya walks away is an annoyed sigh.

Karasu is, once again, left alone in his room. 

He really wants to collapse and just never wake up. He hates this.

Karasu Tabito really is a selfish man. He wants you all to himself yet never tells you—he truly is the worst man alive.

I... just want you.

That's all. That's all he knows.

His chest aches even more and he thinks his heart may just go beating out of his chest. He grits his teeth, hard, and clenches his fists over his face. 

The crow in the golden cage is afraid to let go—so in such an act of desperation, it grabs onto its owner's arm—clinging and screeching before they can possibly move away.

He is selfish. You're all his heart has ever known—and you are all he wants. He thought he could wait and everything would turn out fine—but now, he sees that he was so, so wrong.

He'd made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell you. Otherwise, these feelings would rot away in the back of his mind forever and whatever was left after that—and Karasu would die, simply unfulfilled and empty, lacking the love that is you.

The lingering stares, the small touches a bit too close to be friends, the words whispered into your ears late at night when you come to him in tears—all of that can't be for naught. 

This couldn't all be for nothing.

He has to tell you. It's now, or never. 

He finds himself running down the street in low-hanging pyjama pants and a black tank top—it's cold, really cold on his tanned skin—but he can hardly feel the snow pricking at his skin as his slippers make contact with the damp concrete ground.

He has to tell you.

He has to tell you.

Otherwise—

He looks around frantically for the spare key your parents keep outside your house. Underneath the potted plant. Right.

He effortlessly lifts the giant pot of aloe vera, and cracks open your door, silently—the first thing he hears is the loud blasting of corny Christmas music, and the sound of your voice laughing along to a song sung by the Whoville residents.

He has to tell you.

His breathing picks up, and he runs forward—however, Tabito is stopped in his tracks, by another voice.

It is Otoya.

If this is truly what heartbreak feels like, then Karasu Tabito is not sure why humans even bother to fall in love. Maybe it is a primal, instinctual reaction that has no logical explanation or meaning to look into—it is simply a blessing, or curse, of nature that cannot be stopped or ignored.

Love is an unexplainable thing. 

It makes you feel so many strange things. Foreign, unnatural, and most of all—weird. Love is really, really weird.

It makes you wish to cry, then smile as far as you possible can. It makes your stomach twist with butterflies and makes you have the inexplicable urge to press your lips together with another person. An act of love only shown by humans. An act of love that the crow could never have.

Love makes you selfish, soft, and weak.

But love can also make you giving, tough, and strong.

Love makes Karasu Tabito walk away.

Love makes Karasu Tabito leave you, with the words silent and dead in his mouth.

Even as the cold winter air nips at his nose and he feels like his stomach is trying to collapse in on itself, Karasu Tabito still feels love. This sort of love is so inexplicably strong and all-consuming—a love that he has always felt for you.

The kind of love that will set you free.

Perhaps the crow had dug his talons too deep into its owner—and now, it was left, stuck alone in that golden cage with blood shining on its claws and silent.

Now, it must fly away.

Karasu's always looked out for you—this time, he thinks, maybe, this is the best for both of you.

You looked so happy. You've never looked that happy with him. The thought makes his heart ache and his thoughts jumble up. He stands in the snow—his loose, ungelled hair falls down his neck and snowflakes look like glitter in his deep purple hair.

He really does love you, and that's why he lets you go.

© KENYUMMY 2024

[xngelbunny]

— IT'S A CRUEL SUMMER!

𓆝 ⋆ it's that time of the year in which the weather turns to the warmer side, making you yearn for the beach, icecream and a fun hangout with friends. alas, you'll be pretty busy this time around, and a certain someone's presence will make these few months turn into everything but peaceful. wether it's a new face or someone you used to know, don't get too attached. everyone knows summer flings don't last, and this season about to turn heated is more ways than one!

— ready to find out who's turning your summer upside down?

☼ what doesn't kill me makes me want you more ft. michael kaiser [rivals to lovers, actors!au, coworkers, former childhood friends, forced proximity]  

☼ no rules in breakable heaven ft. sae itoshi [childhood friends turned friends with benefits, secret relationship]

☼ cut the headlights (summer's a knife) ft. rin itoshi [fake relationship, publicity stunt trope]

☼ if I bleed, you'll be the last to know ft. bunny iglesias [exes to lovers, forced proximity]

☼ he looks up, grinnin' like a devil ft. ryusei shidou [brother's best friend, good girl x bad boy trope, secret... situationship?]

— what to expect?

☼ cringy song lyrics that'll make you feel like you're back in wattpad; ☼ angry, emotional confessions; ☼ complicated relationships; ☼ lots of drama ! (yay...!)

— run it back, i didn't catch that! (info + disclaimers)

this is an one-shot series inspired by the song "cruel summer" by taylor swift (why hadn't i listened to this song before? it's great). they will all be standalone and unrelated to each other, only sharing the inspiration and summer theme. please keep in mind that:

☼ these may not be posted in the exact order depicted above ☼ there might be minor changes to the tropes depicted (though unlikely) ☼ none of these are pre-written. ill do my best to finish before summer ends, but i also don't want to rush them. if you wish to read, please be patient !

— wanna write your name down for the tour's vip seats? let me know! (taglist open :p)

𓆝 ⋆ so, are you ready to risk it all? buckle up and let's head straight for our cruel summer! <3

[bbunsflix]

RODEO !

synopsis: blue lock men getting caught having sex with their partners

pairings: sae itoshi × reader, nagi seishiro × reader, rin itoshi × reader, isagi yoichi × reader, hyoma chigiri × reader, meguru bachira × reader

tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc

w.c. 3.7k

a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)

Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou

sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.

it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.

now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.

"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"

he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."

one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.

"gonna cum—sae..."

"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"

he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.

sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.

that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.

"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.

ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.

sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.

"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.

his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.

you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.

sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.

"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.

shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"

"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.

shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."

Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff

nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.

he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.

"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."

you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.

"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.

"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.

one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.

"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.

"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.

the door suddenly burst open.

"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."

reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.

nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.

"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.

he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.

you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.

reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.

"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"

reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.

"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.

nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.

"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"

you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."

he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."

Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro

rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.

his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.

his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.

"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."

"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.

he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.

"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.

you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"

"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.

the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.

your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.

"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."

your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.

right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.

"sae..?" you gasped in horror.

rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.

sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.

for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.

then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.

"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."

he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.

"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.

without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.

"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."

Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira

isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.

this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.

his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.

"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"

you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.

you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.

"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.

you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.

"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."

isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.

"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.

isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.

"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.

you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.

his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.

"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"

right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.

"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"

bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.

isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"

bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.

"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"

he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a second.

isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.

"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.

you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.

you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.

"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.

you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.

"at least you finally got your first blowjob."

isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."

Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis

chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.

his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.

he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.

"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."

he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.

"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"

he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.

"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.

she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."

you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.

his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"

chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

"it's fine..just leave, please?"

his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."

she rushed out and closed the door behind her.

you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."

chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.

"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"

he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."

"hah—hyo!"

Megruru Bachira — caught by rin

bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.

he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.

"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."

"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.

"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."

his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.

"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.

"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.

your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.

then the door slammed open.

"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.

bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.

"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.

rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."

you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.

bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"

"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."

he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."

"ah! meg wait—"

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[riccyyvalz]

་⁺₊♡ they found ur onlyfans

➤ kaiser, hugo, rin, loki

a//n ITS LIT SO STUPID BUT HILARIOUS sorry im clearing my dirty drafts out hallelujah

[swxxtchxrrixs]

if you haven't already can u please do a fic with karasu and eita?

ugh i love them sm 😩 my thoughts on this is that eita is big on body worship whilst karasu is a mouthpiece saying the nastiest shit 😮‍💨 this is so HOT im fnsdjkgzkk

𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙏 ── .✦ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ

in which soccer team aces eita otoya and tabito karasu bag you at the afterparty following their nationals win

warnings ⋆.˚ smut, uni au, female!reader, bestie chigiri cameo, partying, light drinking, we stan a sex positive go getter woman hell yeah, threesome, teasing, grinding, semi public sex ? (for lack of better term, they fool around a little but nothing that graphic in the scene just playing with titties under reader's shirt lol), they're so respectful and sexy good GOD (and then they wreck the shit out of you im creaming), nipple play, masturbation, oral (f), face riding, hair grabbing, pet names (baby, sweet thing, sweetheart, beautiful), cum shots, cum eating, cum play, squirting, mxm we cheered, handjob, ass slapping, dirty talk, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, big dick vibes from both of them, multiple orgasms, sweet sensual sex with eita, praise, cum facial, mating press, exhibitionism, vouyerism, finger sucking, i think that covers everything lmfao

wc ⋆.˚ 4.4k

the house is hot and packed, heavy bass vibrating through your chest as you enter into the party with your best friend, chigiri. he and his teammates just won soccer nationals for your university, so you know what that means.

a big celebration with lots of booze and loud music.

chigiri pulls you through the crowd with him to reach the kitchen, an eruption of greetings coming from those of his team who were already occupying the room. it’s stuffy and reeks of alcohol, but you don’t mind too much. this was their night, they deserved to enjoy themselves. 

he leans over to you and asks, “want a drink?”

“i’ll take a seltzer.”

he nods, cracking open the cooler sitting on top of the table and hands you a raspberry lemonade flavoured can. “here.”

“thanks,” you smile.

he gets pulled into conversation with the others, but he doesn’t leave you alone. instead, he gradually brings you into it, and before you realize, you’re chatting with everyone as if you were a part of the team yourself. you owed most of that to the alcohol though; without it, you’d be much shyer. 

the conversation is comfortable, much to your surprise. none of the guys seem to fall into the stereotypical sleazy-player jock category. that’s a relief.

“i think i’ve seen your face at a few games, up in the bleachers,” the brunette man to your left states, now turning his attention towards you. “didn’t realize you’re close with chigiri.”

“we grew up together,” you smile, thinking fondly of your friendship. 

“boyfriend?” a second voice pipes in. he stands beside the brunette you were just speaking with, hair dyed silver with a striking green streak along the front of his bangs. it was a surprisingly attractive choice. 

you laugh and shake your head. “nah, just friends. he’s like a brother to me.”

“they always say that,” the first man teases, rolling his eyes. “i’m karasu,” he introduces himself a moment later, “defensive midfielder.”

“y/n,” you respond. “for the record, i do know what that means.” he laughs.

“eita, right wing.” the other chimes in, sending you a playful, dramatic bow. 

you snort. “what is this? didn’t make it as a prince so you settled for playing soccer instead?”

the two boys chuckle loudly enough that a few others around you give them the side-eye. what do they expect? you’re at a party, it’s supposed to be loud and fun.

“you’re funny,” karasu beams, “i dig it. chigiri should have introduced us sooner.”

“uh, yeah, no way,” chigiri’s now standing behind you, draping his arm over your shoulder playfully, yet protectively. “i don’t trust you two at all.”

“what? hey!” eita protests. “we’re nice guys–”

“especially you,” chigiri interrupts with emphasis, “you’ve probably flirted with the entire female student body on this damn campus by now.” 

he opens his mouth to defend himself, but quickly shuts it once he realizes it’s kind of true. not every one of them but… a decent amount. he won’t deny it.

“i’m not that desperate,” he huffs, crossing his arms.

karasu’s amused as he watches the three of you interact. of course, he was included in chigiri’s distrust– he mentioned the both of them. 

“and what’s your issue with me, then, huh?” he taunts, sly smirk plastered on his face.

“nothing, actually,” chigiri sighs, “you’re just hot and it scares me.”

karasu nearly topples over when he bursts out laughing at chigiri’s… confession? or, was it meant to be an insult? 

“what?” he howls. “so, you’re tellin’ me that you don’t trust me because you're worried my sexiness is gonna take your friend away from you?”

“precisely.”

karasu whistles. “you’re somethin' else, man.”

“yeah, yeah,” chigiri swats at him, “anyway,” then returns his attention to you, “wanna dance for a bit?”

“can we join?” eita asks.

chigiri shoots him daggers and karasu throws a palm over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“no.”

“chi, you’re not my fucking dad,” you groan, “let them join, they’re your teammates and they seem nice!”

chigiri exhales in defeat. “fine, they can come. but if they start fucking around, i’m kicking their ass out.”

“fine by me,” karasu’s smug as he sips at his solo cup. “don’t think that will be happenin’, though. i’m a respectable man.”

chigiri just groans as he drags you towards the dance floor, eita and karasu following suit. 

it’s dark and there’s hardly any space to move around. but, nonetheless, you make the most of it, bopping your little head as chigiri attempts to twirl you.

eita and karasu are speaking low with each other, eyes flickering across your frame each time their mouths move. you can’t hear what they’re saying nor make out the words on their lips. 

but, one thing’s for sure. the longer they stare, the tighter your thighs clench. they’re hot, no doubt, and that’s something you have no intention of ignoring if they are on the same page.

you understand where chigiri was coming from when he became protective over you earlier, though. he understands men well, being one himself, so naturally he’d be a bit wary of whom he allows close to you in that regard. 

yet, as much as you empathize, you’re your own person who can make their own decisions, and right now, you’re feeling a little flirty and sinful.

you turn to chigiri and smile. “mind if i hang with these two on my own for a bit?”

he looks horrified. “y/n…”

“i know you just want to keep me safe, chi, but i’m an adult with my own needs,” you continue, “i want to see where things go tonight with them.” you rub his arm reassuringly, “i’ll be fine.” 

he swallows, but nods. he swore he would never be a friend that keeps you caged. he trusted you wholeheartedly that you were making the best decision for yourself.

“okay,” he says, “but if you feel uncomfortable at all, even the slightest, call me right away and i’ll come rescue you, okay?”

you laugh, but you’re grateful. “always.”

he hugs you, then shifts back through the crowd, presumably towards the kitchen again where a number of his friends were still hanging out.

eita and karasu look shocked from witnessing chigiri, the man who was just clocking their asses for seeming untrustworthy, leaves you alone with them. 

“damn,” karasu huffs out a low chuckle, “how did you convince him to walk away?”

your laugh is flirty and bright, and it feels like a punch straight into his fucking chest.

“i put my foot down, basically,” you reply, “told him i wanted to get to know you two better without his hovering.”

eita bites his lip as he slides closer to you and reaches out his hand. “care to dance, then?”

you blush as you oblige, allowing your steps to lessen the gap between you two. his hand is warm, and you swear you can feel his fingertips tremble when they finally settle on your hips. 

karasu steps behind you, dropping his mouth over your ear. “is it okay if i hold your waist?” he asks.

you shudder from the heat of his breath trickling down the side of your neck. “absolutely,” you exhale.

you can’t tell if its the tiny ounce of alcohol pumping through your veins or the simple fact that you’re sandwiched between the two guys, but your body is heating up, and you can practically feel yourself soaking through your panties. you might as well be dripping all over the damn floor. 

the three of you are lost in the rhythm now, karasu grinding into you slowly from behind whilst eita does the same in the front. his lips hover over your bare collarbone, then he flickers his eyes up to yours, searching for permission to touch you further.

you smile at him, head falling back against karasu’s shoulder as eita plants his mouth on your searing hot skin. you let out a soft whimper, one that can only be felt and not heard due to the blaring volume of the speakers. his fingers curl into the curve of your hips as his tongue dips into the divots. 

when he finallly reaches your ear, he says, “you’re the most beautiful fucking woman i have ever seen in my life.”

you weren’t sure if you believed him, given his reputation, but it didn’t matter. tonight, you were that to him, if not more. 

karasu’s palms slip under the hem of your shirt, massaging the warm, plush skin of your tummy. you can feel his hums of pleasure against your spine, and you melt further into him.

“can i touch you more?” he asks, teasing your ribcage. 

you’re feeling frisky and a bit reckless, so you say yes. it was too dark and deafening on the dance floor for others to notice, anyway. 

his rough fingertips slide beneath the wiring of your bra and you gasp, biting down on your lip hard to silence your growing moans. you feel his clothed cock twitch against your ass and it sends a rush of heat to your core. 

eita’s sucking gentle bruises into your skin, tongue sliding across each one when he’s finished like he’s gluing it in place. your hand finds his jaw and you tilt it upwards so you can be eye to eye, closing in on his lips slowly and deliberately. he tastes like cherry coke and your new favourite vice as you slip your tongue into his mouth. he groans against your lips, nails digging further into your hips as he deepens the kiss.

karasu pinches your nipples and you whimper down eita’s throat. he rolls the perky nubs between his thumb and pointer as his lips finally drop to land on your exposed shoulder. he sinks his teeth into you, just slightly, enough to make your body jolt in the boys’ hold.

“why don’t we take this somewhere more private, hm?” karasu’s whisper is making you soaked. 

soon, he’s closing the door of the empty bedroom with a gentle slam of your back against it, a small yelp entangling into his mouth as he kisses you hard, fingers tugging at your hair and his knee pressed between your thighs. he pulls away from you with a string of spit still connect your mouths, your lips involuntarily chasing his as the distance grows. eita’s replacing him now, taking his shirt off before helping you with your own, kissing you slowly and massaging your breasts with each slide of his tongue across your puffy, red lips. karasu takes this as an opportunity to completely rid his clothing, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard as he just watches, dick twitching from the sounds of your sweet whines as eita switches between tasting your mouth and tits. he begins to slowly palm himself whilst resting one hand behind his head as breathy huffs of bliss spill from his lips.

your eyes open just as eita begins to tease your inner thighs with his tepid fingers, making direct eye contact with a completely bare karasu a few feet away. you gasp at his build, muscles chiseled and flexing so deliciously with each pump of his broad hand. and his size? fuck, he was huge. 

you were getting excited.

you and eita finish undressing, and just as you two lean in to kiss each other once more, karasu clears his throat obnoxiously loud on purpose.

“you two gonna stay glued to the damn door all night or are you gonna come join me?” he tsks from the mattress, sliding his thumb over his white, beaded slit. he groans and your walls squeeze around nothing.

“shit,” eita laughs, backing away from you, “i nearly forgot you were here.”

karasu scoffs, but he’s smiling. “wow, some friend you are.”

“can you blame me?” eita hums. “i mean, you’ve seen y/n, right?”

your stomach ties into knots and karasu notices. his eyes are dark and enticing, starving for you.

“of course i have,” he grins wickedly, words striking you right where you need him the most. he’s keeping his attention on you, though he’s speaking directly to eita. “i hope she’s ready for us to play with her,” he purrs, “bet she’s got a filthy fuckin’ cunt.”

“k–karasu,” you squeak as eita cautiously grabs your wrists and pulls you with him towards the bed.

“tabito,” he corrects, “call me by my first name.” you’re close enough to him now that he reaches and grabs your waist, pulling you onto his lap. your slick cunt brushes against his tip and he hisses. “fuck, ‘m not even inside you yet and i’m already close,” he jokes, though half serious, “you’re on the pill, right?” you nod and he sighs in relief. “thank god, because i reaaally need to fuckin’ feel this sweet pussy of yours.” his fingertips pad into your plush sides and you shiver. “but first,” he continues as he’s slowly lifting your cunt up to his face, “need to taste you.”

he pulls you down against his mouth with force, tongue plunging into your wet hole as you cry out, palms slamming to grip the wall and headrest behind his head as he devours your cunt. 

“j–jesus!” you moan, “slow d–down–” but you’re lying about what you want, because you’re the one riding his face desperately, sliding your puffy, sticky folds all over his tongue with resolve. “fuck, tabito!” you cry his name, nearly about to come already. just how skilled was he? 

eita’s sitting on his knees at your side now, gripping your hair to turn your head and face him. he kisses you messily, spit spilling out of your mouth and down the dip between your breasts like it’s simulating your arousal drenching karasu’s face. eita fists his cock slowly as he swallows your sounds, twitching in sync with the filthy squelching plaps of karasu’s tongue sucking at your folds. 

“mmmm’fuck,” karasu groans against you, “so fuckin’ sweet, christ, baby– yeah, keep ridin’ my face like this, want you to squirt aaaall over me.”

eita drops his mouth to your breasts, pulling and sucking at your sensitive nubs with precision. he feels his own peak fast approaching.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you yell, body beginning to shake from the overwhelming pleasure coming from all angles. karasu’s still a moaning mess, sending a slap to your ass to push you over the edge.

“c’mon, sweet thing,” he taunts, “give it to me.”

the coil in your stomach snaps, and you spill all over his beautiful face, eita lifting his cock up to your chest just in time to spurt his hot cum onto your pretty tits. “s–shit,” he stutters, eyes rolling violently as his release coats your glistening skin. “you’re so fucking beautiful,” he gasps, “especially wearing my cum like that.”

“oh, god!” your throat breaks, shuddering as karasu helps you ride out your high with slowing, brutal suctions on your sweet cunt. “shit,” you whimper, coming down, “just how many girls have you fucked to gain a skill like that?”

karasu slides you down his body and plants you on his lap, upright and leaky cock resting just shy of your syrupy folds. he leans into you with a smirk to tease, “what girls?” tongue darting out to lick up eita’s cum from your chest. “the only one i see is you.” you whine, watching him so filthily as he cleans you up.

“h–holy shit,” eita huffs, eyes wide from karasu’s action, “didn’t know you were a freak like that, kara.”

“well, this is our first time sharin' someone, isn't it?” he hums, “you’ll be seein' a lot of unexpected things tonight.”

your pussy throbs at the image of the two of them pleasuring each other right in front of your fucking face.

“what was that?” karasu asks, head tilted at you curiously. then, he’s sly again, “you want us to touch each other for you?"

you blush. “i–i didn’t realize i said that out loud,” you chuckle.

“don’t be embarrassed,” eita thrums, placing a delicate kiss against your shoulder blade before sitting down beside karasu, “i’m sure kara here would love to touch me.”

karasu doesn’t say anything, instead he just turns his head and grabs eita’s face, shoving his tongue down his throat as he kisses him so sloppy and loud. 

“oh, fuck,” you bite your lip, beginning to slide your slick pussy along karasu’s fat base as you watch them make out, “keep doing that.”

it doesn’t stop there. eita reaches out his hand, palming karasu’s engorged tip to help you out. karasu growls into eita’s mouth, lifting his hips up to chase his orgasm as his hands tighten around eita’s jaw.

“mmm’fuck,” he hums, sucking on eita’s tongue, “k–keep goin’, mmm’gonna come soon.” you're riding his cockbase so pathetically, unbridled whines escaping your mouth as you listen to his build up louder and louder with each sinful slip against him. he chokes, lips breaking apart from eita’s as he throws his head back violently, an ungodly groan rising from deep within his chest. “fuck!” his voice is ragged as he spills out all over your pussy lips and eita’s hand, body shivering in ecstasy. “good fuckin’ god,” he exhales after a few moments, trying to pull himself together. “didn’t know you had it in you, eita,” he teases his friend.

eita just laughs, lifting his ruined hand up to swallow his release. he keeps his eyes steady on karasu, and it almost feels like you’re third wheeling for a second. “you’re not the only one exposing themselves today,” he smirks. 

“am i interrupting something?” you ask smugly, arms crossed as you witness their interaction.

karasu snorts, then flips you underneath of him swiftly and you yelp. “maybe,” he coos, tongue sliding from your navel up to your neck before landing on your lips softly. “but we’ve got plenty of time for you, baby.”

he throws your legs over his shoulders, your arms automatically reaching to grab his biceps for leverage. “trying to ruin me?” you taunt, licking your lips hungrily.

his eyes grow dark and wicked. “if that’s what you want,” his thick cockhead teases your entrance and you whimper, “then i will.”

“okay,” your smile is intentional as you dig crescents into his arms, looking him dead in the eyes. “fucking ruin me, tabito karasu.”

karasu’s instantly wrecked by your words, slamming into your honeyed cunt with a grit of the teeth as he stuffs you to the hilt. his breathing is uneven and raspy as he begins to move, eyes flickering to watch your pretty face twitch from his size. 

“s–shit,” he groans, “you’re so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart,” his hips falter for a moment, “anybody ever fucked this pussy right?”

“n–no,” you shake your head, “they never made me come,” head pushing back further into the pillows, “i’m hoping you two can be the first.”

karasu snaps in the moment, driving is fat cock into your sweet cunt unforgiving, the slam of the headboard against the wall surely drawing attention to the bedroom from other party guests standing just mere feet away on the other side of the closed door. 

“d–don’t say shit like that,” he chokes, hands digging into your meaty thighs as his bulbous, leaky tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, “it’s gonna fuck me up.”

“maybe that’s my g–goal,” you whine, back arching as his prominent vein brushes against your sweet spot.

eita is losing his mind beside you two, hand pumping vigorously at his creamy cock whilst he thrust up into it. “s–shit, you’re so hot, y–y/n,” he moans, palming himself eagerly as he watches your perfect cunt suck all of karasu in. “making the prettiest sounds and shit– fuck, can’t wait to be inside of you later.”

karasu’s close, the intense heat from your walls clenching around him trickling up through each nerve ending, dirty, ragged groans rhythmically matching the slaps of his pelvis against your ass.

“fuck, i’m– ah– close,” he shudders, one hand moving to circle your puffy clit whilst the other grips the curve of your waist like he’d die without it. “feels so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” he huffs, “‘m’gonna fill you up until you’re screamin’ for more.”

your whines are loud as ecstasy flows through your body, coil on the verge of snapping as his thick cock sends you to paradise. 

eita’s kissing you roughly, biting your lips and tongue as he groans down your throat, pumping his chubby cock with vigor. “wanna decorate your pretty face with my cum,” he mutters against you, “would you like that?”

“p–please," you whimper, pink muscle diving deep into his throat, “need it, eita.”

he growls at your response, sitting up to ready himself as he watches the way karasu fucks you intently and drowns in the sweet sounds of your moans. 

“ah– shit, shit!” he chokes, spurting his creamy seed onto your face. 

you laugh elated, tongue moving to lick up what you could reach, gasping for air as you near your own release. “fuck!” you scream, back arching off the bed as karasu hits your sweet spot, sending you over the edge. “i’m c–coming!”

karasu is losing it, teeth and jaw clenching as you spill all over his greedy cock, thrusts only speeding up as your juices splash onto the sheets and reaching as far as your lower tummy. 

“god– fuck,” his throat cracks with something of strain and wreckage. “filthy fuckin’ cunt,” he slams into you, “juuust like i fuckin’ said.” his hips stutter, grabbing yours firmly and digging his nails into your plush skin as his eyes roll violently, hot ropes of white filling your sensitive cunt to the brim. “fuck, thaaaat’s it,” he thrums, watching as a creamy ring forms at his base, cum smearing all over his big dick, “look at yourself suckin’ me in, baby.”

he leans over to kiss you sweetly as he comes to still, sliding his thumbs delicately over you cheeks. you melt into him, hands reaching to run through his hair. 

then, he pulls away with a playfuly nibble to the tip of your tongue and wears a smirk. “think you can handle eita here? can you take more?”

you nod profusely. “god, please.”

karasu backs away satisfied, kneeling on the mattress off to the side as his thick cock rests heavy in his palm. his plan was to simply observe and decorate himself with his seed again.

eita’s lips are on your mouth instantly, kissing you with so much passion and need as his tongue soon slides down your chin until he reaches your navel. 

“so fucking gorgeous,” he moans his praise, “could touch this body aaall day.” his fingers caress your hips, “wanna stare at you forever.”

his tongue is warm and soft on your throbbing cunt as he tastes you so messily, drinking up the residue of your bittersweet releases before he aligns his wet mushroom tip with your entrance. he can see your walls and clit pulsing pathetically for him to fill you up.

he slides into you with an elongated moan, hands caressing your jaw with so much caution as he bottoms you out, already shuddering from your fluttering walls. 

“fuuuck,” he gasps, “i– holy shit, you feel incredible.”

you tilt your chin so your mouth can reach his thumb resting on it, tongue pulling the digit in as you suck on it gently, whining blissfully as you stare into his enlarged pupils with your big, beautiful glassy eyes.

he moans at the sigh. “f–fuck, when you look at me like that,” his thick vein drags across your sensitve edges and you cry out, “makes me go insane.”

he’s moving faster now, one leg thrown over his hip as soft, raspy huffs escape his throat. 

“e–eita,” you mutter around his slick finger, "gonna make me come– p–please, keep going like t–that.”

he listens to your pleas, head dropping into your shoulder as he fucks into you deep and raw, alternating between slow and fast thrusts. he moves a hand to play with your puffy clit; he needs to feel you fall apart on him. 

karasu’s chest heaves as he watches you take his friend so obediently, sticky blobs of precum oozing out of his angry tip with each meeting of your hips. “f–fuck,” his whisper is low and nearly inaudible.

eita’s nearly about to burst, kissing your mouth desperately as he begins to sputter into your hole, whimpering against your tongue. “need to come,” he murmers, “fuck, take it, beautiful.” he rubs you faster, groaning as he senses your wetness increasing around him. “yeah– fuck– let me feel you.”

you throw your hips up to meet him halfway and your juices trickle out of your hole with a sharp cry whilst his stomach twists, hot white pouring into your sensitive pussy with slow, intentional thrusts. he’s holding onto your body for dear life, eyes rolling violently as he feels you squeeze his creamy dick to pull every fucking drop of cum out of him. the diabolical plaps of his cock driving into your honeyed cunt sound like music to his ears. 

“oh my god,” he stutters, steadily coming to a still, “fucking hell, you’re perfect.”

he collapses onto your chest, just relishing in the teasing pulses on your cunt still clenching around him as he stays tucked and warm inside of you just a little longer, fingers brushing through your sweaty strands.

“feel alright?” he asks.

you smile, so big and blissed out. “never better.” you turn your head to the side to look at karasu, stretching out a hand towards him and brushing his thigh. “come here, tabito,” you coo. he looks so huge and delicious hovering over you like that, heat filling your tummy when you see his fist so filthily coated in sticky white from his quiet orgasm just moments ago. “lay with us.”

the three of you settle on the mattress, the two boys curled up to your sides as you all breathe slowly, trying to catch your breaths and fully return to reality. 

and then, you realize you just ruined whomever's bed you’re lying in. “oh, shit,” you laugh, “who’s bed is this?”

karasu chuckles. “mine, actually. this is my frat, didn’t chigiri tell you?”

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