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[mlywon]

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[cherryfawnie]

star player ₊⊹

ft. seishiro nagi .ᐟ | 90 minutes in the field. yet, nagi saves his best moves for you in the locker room after-hours. ⋆⟢ mdni , 2.0k wc

tags : f!reader, established relationship, “workplace” sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, eating out, nipple play, licking/biting, spanking, fingering, overstimulation . . . entirely smut i cried writing this

the heavy slam of the locker room doors signaled the final goodbyes of the team, leaving the concrete walls entirely yours. the air was thick and warm, carrying the clean scent of soap, damp tile, and everlasting heat of a high-stakes match. you were supposed to be finishing the final boxes of the post-game inventory, but your progress had stalled the moment you reached the end of the benches. 

nagi was waiting for you, looking completely undone and disastrously handsome.

he was slumped back against the lockers, his long legs stretched out across the floor. his jersey long gone, leaving him in his compression boxers and white towel slung loosely over his broad shoulders. his messy white hair still damp, clinging to his forehead, but his dark eyes were wide awake, tracking your steps with possessiveness. 

“you’re taking too long,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that echoed in the silent room. 

“some of us actually have to work, nagi,” you said, stepping into the narrow space between his knees. 

before you could even look down from your clipboard, nagi reached up, his massive, slender hands wrapping firmly around your hips. with a single, effortless tug, he pulled you straight down to his lap. the clipboard clattering uselessly onto the bench beside him as you shifted, your thighs straddling his, your hands instinctively coming up to rest against his bare shoulders.

“work is over,” he whispered, his face dipping into the crook of your neck. he let out a long, hot exhale against your skin that sent a shiver through you. his arms wound tightly around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. the radiating heat of his skin was intoxicating, completely erasing the crisp chill of the stadium outside. 

you let out a soft laugh, burying your fingers into the soft strands of his white hair, gently pulling just enough to force him to look up at you. “the managers are going to lock us in, you know”

“good. then i don’t have to move,” he countered smoothly, a slow, teasing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. up close, his pupils were completely blown out, his gaze dripping down to your lips before looking back onto your eyes with an intense, unblinking need. “you played incredibly well today, by the way. i think you deserve a reward.”

“i didn’t play today, nagi. you did,” you reminded him, your thumb lightly tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the prickle of his skin.

“i only played well because you were watching,” his hands sliding down from your waist to grip the back of your thighs, lifting you just a fraction closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between your bodies. the lazy, indifferent athlete from the field was completely gone, replaced by the consuming gravity he reserved only for you behind closed doors. he leaned up, his lips brushing softly against yours, teasing the seam of your lips without kissing you yet. “so,” nagi whispered against your lips, his grip tightening possessively against your thighs. “are you going to keep making me beg for my kiss, or are you gonna finish your paperwork later?”

you didn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. instead, you titled your head, gapped the space between your faces, and pressed your lips firmly against his. a soft, satisfied hum rumbled deep in nagi’s throat as he met you halfway. his hands gliding to the small of your back, pressing into your spine to arch you in so close that you could feel the rapid pounding of his pulse against your own chest.

when you finally parted for air, your forehead rested against his, both of your breaths coming a little shorter in the warm air of the locker room. “paperwork later,” you whispered, a breathless smile appearing as your fingers idly tangled in his strands. 

“good,” nagi breathed, his eyelids drooping half-shut as that familiar grin returned to his face. he leaned back against the lockers taking you with him without ever loosening his grip on you. he looked completely smug; content to keep you trapped in his lap for the rest of the night. “because i’m definitely too tired to let you go now.”

nagi’s lips finds yours again, feverish as ever. his kisses slowly trailing down your jaw, which turns into bites and sucks as he reaches your neck. his tongue moving skillfully between your cranked head, revealing purple hues that’ll have you wearing turtlenecks. he unnatatches from your neck to look up at you with those hazy eyes, slowly lifting your shirt, and bunching it up for you to bite on. his hands come up to carry the weight of your tits, thumbs pressing and circling your nipples until they peak. he leans in, using the same skillful tongue to tug and surround your nipples with warmth. his teeth teasingly scraping against it, which has you whining into the fabric. 

he lets go with a “pop!” grabbing your hips and settling you on the bench back-first. his hands digging in the fat of your exposed thighs, spreading them slowly as if he’s preparing himself for a meal. your miniskirt not providing any coverage, as the wet-patch seeping through your cotton panties has him salivating, “and i thought i was the impatient one.”

he hooks his finger under, and pushes your underwear to the side. his pupils dilate to love hearts as your slick—from all his teasing—webs between your folds, which he spreads with two fingers like he has all the time in the world. your body betraying you, instinctively moving into his palm chasing more friction, shirt falling at the attempt, needy whines escaping. when the tips of his fingers graze your clit, your moans become enticingly so, that he can’t help but want more.

nagi buries his face between your trembling thighs, already overstimulated. he takes in the glistening folds, the soft plush, and the familiar scent of desire. “god, i’ll never get tired of this” he practically moans as he delves into your cunt likes he’s been deprived. he uses his hands to hold your thighs threatening to crush him open, and uses yours to—”spread yourself open for me, baby” your fingers following command as you part your folds, blush blooming onto your cheeks at the promiscuity. his satisfied hum radiating into you as he licks long, broad stripes and tight circles against your clit. lips latching onto your swollen nub, cheeks hollowing, tongue unrelenting.  

your thighs shaking at his tongue prodding every corner, your fingers slipping as you get hypnotized in the waves of pleasure. nagi can’t have that. he twists his arm to land a harsh spank! to your ass along with a shocked yelp from you, his already weariness depleting his patience, “keep them spread. don’t close up on me” he orders with his mouth full. he deliberately moves in and out of your hole, feeling the way you clench around him at every entrance. his cock leaking pre-cum at the delicious feeling, darkening his briefs. 

his tongue still unreleasing from your pussy—as if he’s addicted—he pushes down his boxers letting his already erect cock spring up against his abdomen, abs clenching at the contact. in tandem, your excruciating shriek comes with the heavy gush of white and clear soaking nagi’s face. “o-oh my god, a-ah!” 

he releases from you with a gasp for air, which only he denied himself, “my good girl” he coos as he lines up his cock with your folds. he pumps his dick a few times before tapping it onto your clit, tip nudging the bud so perfectly. one hand interlocks with yours while he pushes in patiently. his low, musky groan through his teeth echoing through the room, sending signals straight to your pussy. both hands intertwine with yours now, fully and deeply connected. 

“f-fuck. been thinking about this since i saw you cheering for me. pretty little thing bouncing, screaming my name. you’re so perfect” he confesses.

all you can fathom is how his girthy length is splitting you open, reaching points of ecstasy that has your eyes rolling to your skull. giving you no time to adjust from your last orgasm, nagi’s hips snap rhythmically at your contorted face, wanting—no, needing, to get those alluring sounds out of you. even in the midst of it all, he’s powerless to admiring your beauty. his fingers interlacing your hair, moving strands out of your face, “just stay by my side so i can look at you forever.”

his endearing avowal snaps you out of your trance slightly, hands wrapping around his neck to appreciate his show of affection. “i love you nagi–” his knee rising onto the bench to pound flawlessly into the spongey, warm spot at the edge of your walls, having you choke on your words. your eyes widening, body jerking at the sudden hit when you’re sensitive as ever. nagi continuously crashes into that sweet spot until the whites of your eyes overtake, tongue lolling out as drool helplessly drips. “fuck! n-ngh, i can’t t-take it!” as cock-drunk as you are, nagi’s not so behind. his response comes out in more rapid, intense thrusts drumming you to another orgasm. 

nagi feels every spasm around him as you white-out. he groans loudly at the saccharine flutter which turns into a deadly grip on his dick, having to slow his pace to restrain filling you up. he lets you ride out your orgasm, letting you breathe at every quiver. you’ve gone completely limp in his hold, no strength left in your whimpers. he holds you to him like you’re the most delicate being to exist, to him you are. the way your sweat glistens your skin and tears glitter in your lashes, every sparkle has nagi’s balls emptying themselves sore straight into you. his head dropping down, hips spasming as if he didn’t deserve such bliss. “you feel that? you feel me in you?” he groans.

“mm, you feel so warm” your words finally render. nagi pulls out slowly and watches his thick load gape your hole and spurt out little by little. you weakly smile at the face of accomplishment he has on, basking in the amazing ending of your rendezvous. until, nagi’s expression changes scarily, hands latching onto your thighs once again. don’t tell me. . . “you thought i was done?” he cockily smirks as your eyebrows furrow into worry. “relax, i’m just cleaning you up,” his well-known void promises have you checking for emergency exits. 

nagi takes his middle and ring finger and pushes back into your pussy, forcing his way through all the juices settled there. “n-nghh, p-please” you plead for a second as every vein is on fire right now, you just might melt if he starts again. his canines pop out at your reaction, how cute, he thinks. his narrow fingers delve into you so excruciatingly slow, memorizing every ridge sprayed with his cum. pumping in and out at a steady pace, he takes his pointer finger and adds a third. your back immediately arching at the intrusion. you try to lessen the stimulation by backing away, but nagi presses a palm flat onto your lower stomach, right above your pelvis that makes every finger feel ten times deeper. your pathetic sobs as every emotion overfills has nagi pistoning his fingers faster and louder. he knows every part of you, every motion and curve of his hands has you squirming, his fingers knuckle deep. 

it feels like you’ve ascended as your third back-to-back orgasm nears. your hands flailing, head shaking, thighs closing as your body can’t recognize this overwhelming pleasure. “im cumming! p-please, a-ahh!” is all you can get out at the unfamiliar looming sensation. you cum around his fingers, gushing wetter and harder. clear squirt coming out wildly, soaking everything in front and beneath you: your thighs, nagi’s chest and fingers, the bench. it feels like you’ve just ran a marathon, slumping on the drenched metal. nagi holds you as all your muscles have grown taunt. 

he trails quick kisses from your temples to your lips, “i love you more,” he finally responds.

dividers by @cursed-carmine

i want to apologize for the lack of dialogue i think i went into a smut writing trance i promise my next one will have more

[megumios]

megumi likes to make you watch ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ i need this desperately

your legs are spread, held by megumi's arms as his finger draws circles on your clit. it feels good, too good. your back rests against his chest, head thrown against his shoulder.

he has a mirror propped up right in front of you. the reflection catches the scene perfectly. him behind you, playing with your soaked cunt. it was a hot scene, but when the pleasure gets to overwhelming, you look away.

megumi stops playing with your clit, making you look at the mirror again. "stop looking away, or else you're not cumming."

you whine, looking at him through the mirror. he lands a mean slap right on your clit, making you twitch. the feeling causes more slick to leak out from your hole.

megumi notices and catches it with his fingers, bring the wetness up to your clit. he makes sure your eyes are on his fingers before continuing to play with the bud.

he rubs it, squeezes it, occassionally gives it an affectionate slap. it all feels so overwhelming.

he finds a rhythm, circling your clit in a fast pace. you clench around nothing as he starts to play with you faster.

"mm gumi!" you whine softly. the view is so hot. your legs spread wide open for him to make you feel good.

"you like that hm? like watching me touch you like this?" he pinches your clit, laughing into your neck. "you're such a slut."

you start to get whiny, the tight knots in your stomach doing nothing to help. he knows you're getting closer, so he moves his fingers faster.

"fuck gumi!" you scream, toes curling as a long moan escapes your lips. your high comes fast, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut. he keeps rubbing your clit till you come down from it.

you twitch, pushing his hand away lazily. he gives a sweet kiss to your shoulder.

"me next." he whispers, already taking off his pants.

i need a freaky man so baaaad

[lumiambrose]

thigh highs and thin ice ft. multiple blue lock men

・❥・smut mdni ever wondered what a pair of thigh highs do to a man?

ft. sae, rin, isagi, nagi, kaiser, aiku

itoshi sae

sae notices immediately and says absolutely nothing. just catches the way the lace band cuts into the soft top of your thigh and files it away. dangerous and quiet about it, which is worse.

he's not a leg man specifically but you in thigh highs does something to him that he genuinely resents. it's the gap. that sliver of bare skin between the hem of your skirt and the stocking top. drives him insane and he'd rather die than tell you.

will find an excuse to be physically close to you within like ten minutes. his hand will find the back of your thigh like it always does but this time his fingers drag slower, catching on the lace edge. deliberate.

cold face but oh so warm hands. he'll run his thumb under the band just to feel the indent it leaves in your skin, his jaw tightens. still not saying anything. guess you're going to have to pry a reaction out of him.

if you catch him staring he holds eye contact and raises one brow. like yeah, and? unbothered ahh except for the fact that he's been half hard for the last twenty minutes.

"come here." two simple words, but who are you to deny dear sae? he takes his time, both hands on your thighs, thumbs tracing up the stocking material until he hits the lace band and just stops there, pressing into the indent it's left in your skin all day. "you knew," he says. flat. not an accusation. just a fact. then he pushes your skirt up and puts his mouth on that exact strip of bare skin above the lace, warm and slow. and when he finally slides your underwear aside and pushes two fingers into you he keeps his mouth there, curling them forward, watching you from below with heavy eyes while you grip his shoulder and try not to shake apart.

"you're going to come like this first," he says against your inner thigh, lace edge pressed against his cheek. "then we'll see about the rest." the smirk that follows is the most expression you'll get out of him all night. but his fingers won't stop until he's proven he means every word of it.

itoshi rin

rin stares and doesn't even pretend not to. zero shame. his eyes just drop straight to your legs and stay there for a genuinely uncomfortable amount of time.

gets weird and quiet and irritable about it. like he's mad at you for looking like that. will scoff and mutter something about you being annoying. classic behavior. he's literally just flustered and projecting.

can't stop touching you once he starts. he's a physical person with you anyway but the thigh highs make him almost obsessive about it, hands always gravitating to that specific band of lace like a magnet.

if you tease him about noticing, he grabs your thigh hard enough to make you squeak and just squeezes, staring you down. "shut up." eloquent as always.

the inner thigh thing kills him specifically. the softness there, the way the stocking ends and bare skin starts. he will put his mouth on that exact spot with zero preamble if given the opportunity.

rin puts you on your back, pushes your skirt up, and gets his mouth on the inside of your thigh right at the lace band without any preamble whatsoever. he just bites down, not gentle and you arch off the mattress. his hands pin your hips flat and he sucks a bruise into the soft flesh just above the stocking top, nose pressed against the lace, jaw working, before he hooks his thumbs into your underwear and drags it down, leaving the stockings exactly in place. he looks up at you from between your thighs with that flat dark expression. "these are stupid," he says before putting his mouth on your cunt, eating you out like he's been thinking about it all day (which he has). tongue relentless on your clit and two fingers curling inside you while the lace edge scratches against his cheek with every movement of his head.

when you come he doesn't stop, works you through it until you're twisting away, and even then he just presses one last biting kiss to the inside of your thigh and sits up. looks at you, completely wrecked, thigh highs still perfectly in place. "annoying," he mutters, and reaches down to undo his belt.

yoichi isagi

isagi does a genuine double take. like actually has to look away and look back. sweet boy is not subtle, his whole face goes red immediately. it's adorable and also a little devastating.

fumbles his words for a solid minute after noticing. trying to have a normal conversation with you and completely losing his train of thought mid sentence because you shifted and the skirt moved a little.

he gets fixated on the lace specifically. keeps glancing at it. he doesn't even know what he wants to do about it yet, he's just… very aware of it. spatially. it takes up a lot of real estate in his brain.

isagi is a please-touch-me-first kind of guy normally but the thigh highs rewire something. he actually reaches out and touches them, like he's asking permission with the gesture, fingers just barely grazing the stocking material. "these are… nice," he manages. ground swallowing him whole.

the response he least expects is how loud his brain gets about the gap of bare skin. he thinks about it later when he's lying in bed staring at the ceiling.

"can i just," isagi starts and doesn't finish, cheeks already pink, hands on your thighs with his thumbs right at the lace edge. you part your legs for him and something in him relaxes and ignites at the same time. he pushes your skirt up slow, watching his own hands like he can't believe he's doing this, and when the bare strip of thigh above the stockings comes into view he exhales this quiet "god." he gets his mouth on that strip of skin and drags it slow and warm, fingers sliding your underwear aside, working you open careful and thorough because isagi when he finally gets going is relentless about making sure you feel good. "you're so," he starts, and stops, and tries again while his fingers curl inside you. "you feel so good, i can't, i"

he keeps the stockings on while he fucks you, both hands gripping that bare strip above the lace like it's the only thing he can think to hold onto, flushed and overwhelmed, forehead dropping to your knee. he thinks about it for weeks.

seishiro nagi

nagi blinks at your legs for a long moment, tilts his head slightly and goes "oh." that's it. that's his whole reaction. except he keeps looking back at your legs every like ninety seconds.

it's not that he's performing indifference, he genuinely processes things slowly. but something about the thigh highs sticks. he brings them up twenty minutes later, totally unprompted, while you're both doing completely different things. "those stockings are nice."

lazy tactile guy. will end up with his head in your lap eventually and will absolutely just… start messing with the lace band while he lies there. picking at it, stretching it, completely absentminded about it. doesn't connect that it's driving you insane.

if you're gaming together he'll pull your leg over his lap and just rest his hand on your thigh. the stocking material is apparently a texture he likes because he keeps rubbing his thumb back and forth over it. very soothing. to him. you are not soothed.

when he gets into it properly he's slow and thorough about it. he wants to leave marks above the stocking band specifically, like his own little detail that exists in that exposed triangle of skin. doesn't explain why. just does it.

nagi sets his controller down and runs his fingers along the top of the stocking band, slow, like he's taking an inventory. when you make a sharp sound at the snap of lace against your skin his eyes come up to your face and something shifts in them. "oh," he says. quieter this time. he gets you lying back, tilts his head, trails his fingers from your knee up to the lace band on one leg then the other like he's checking they match, satisfied and then puts his mouth on the inside of your thigh and starts sucking a bruise into the skin there while his fingers slide your underwear down. he goes down on you the same way he does everything, slow and thorough, tongue working your clit in long flat strokes while one hand stays at the lace band, thumb pressing into the indent it's left in your skin.

after, he looks at the marks he left above the stockings and presses his thumb into one of them, gentle. "soft," he says, satisfied. then he reaches for his controller.

iglesias bunny

bunny's reaction is immediate and dramatic and delightful. lets out a low whistle, grins like he just won something. "okay, hello." fully shameless about it.

he's a comments-about-it openly kind of guy. will tell you your legs look incredible, will gesture vaguely at the whole situation and say "what do you think you're doing to me right now, genuinely." theatrical about it but he means every word.

the gap of skin between the stocking top and your skirt is his enemy and his best friend. he keeps touching it, fingers brushing that edge with this grin like he knows exactly what he's doing.

he'll drop to a crouch in front of you for some reason, like he needs to be at eye level with your legs specifically, and look up at you while his hands rest on your knees. the eye contact from that angle is a menace.

bunny talks during everything but he talks more when he's this visually stimulated. there will be commentary. detailed commentary. you asked for this by wearing them.

"i need you to know," bunny says, grinning up at you from where he's kneeling between your legs, "that i've been thinking about this since the second you walked in." he pushes your skirt up, drags his lips along the inside of your thigh right at the lace edge and then puts his mouth on you without further comment, loud and enthusiastic about it, groaning against your cunt like you're something he's been denied, thumbs pressing into that bare strip of skin above the stocking tops. "this what you wanted, yeah? wanted me on my knees for you?" he glances up, eyes bright, fingers pumping slow. you tell him to shut up but don't stop. "rude," a simple reply. but he obliges, happily, and goes back to work.

when you come he gentles off slow. pressing soft open-mouthed kisses to your inner thigh and then to the lace band itself, then sits back and pushes his hair out of his face. "told you," he says, grinning. "been thinking about it all day."

michael kaiser

kaiser's reaction is this slow, appreciative top-to-bottom look that makes you feel like you're being appraised. slight smile. he says "mm" like you've confirmed something he already suspected about himself.

he is absolutely the type to make a whole thing of it. very vocal, very deliberate, will absolutely say something like "well, you're clearly trying to get attention, so here it is." and then give you his full undivided and terrifying focus.

the possessiveness spikes immediately. something about the thigh highs makes him want to mark every visible inch of skin above the band. likes the idea of you being visually perfect in every other way except for the bruises he left on the inside of your thigh.

uses it against you. will let his hand slide up your skirt just to the lace band and stop there, totally calm, watching your face while you squirm. he finds your reactions to his restraint genuinely entertaining.

gets intensely focused during sex when you're wearing them. keeps them on. absolutely keeps them on. something about you otherwise undone and still wearing the thigh highs, that small composed detail against the complete mess of everything else, genuinely does something unhinged to him.

"keep them on," kaiser had said and he meant it. you're on your back, skirt gone, top shoved up, an absolute wreck and the stockings are still perfectly in place because that is clearly the point. he's buried in you to the hilt and not moving yet, just watching your face with that focused terrifying calm while you beg him to move. "not yet, dear," and drags his lips along your throat and keeps his hands on your thighs right above the lace bands, thumbs pressing bruises into the bare skin there. he fucks you slow on purpose when he finally does move, deep grinding rolls that make your legs shake, stilling every time you try to rush him, amused. "you're going to take everything i give you." when he finally lets you come he looks down at where you're joined, at the lace bands still bright against your skin, at the bruises his thumbs have put into the soft flesh above them, and something in his expression goes briefly, uncharacteristically undone. "look at you," he breathes. afterward, once he's collected himself, he presses one kiss to each bruise above the band. "next time," he says, "wear them with nothing else."

oliver aiku

aiku is a grown man who has absolutely been around enough to play it cool and he still can't quite manage it when you show up like this. he does this thing where he grins and looks away briefly, like he needs a second to collect himself. very cute on a man that big.

very complimentary about it, in that warm genuine aiku way. "you look gorgeous, sweetheart" but his eyes are already on your legs when he says it. he means both things simultaneously.

he's handsy at baseline and the thigh highs make it worse, hand always finding your thigh in public, thumb absently tracing the lace band through your skirt like he can feel where it is. possessive without even thinking about it.

size kink is very present here. big hands against the back of your thigh, fingers wrapping around easily, the contrast of his rough palms against the soft stocking material. he's very aware of it.

likes to slide his hand under your skirt and run his fingers along the very top of the stocking while you're doing something completely mundane, just to watch you lose your composure.

aiku gets you up on the kitchen counter and stands between your knees with his big hands running slow from your thighs to your calves and back, just feeling the stockings under his palms, before he pushes your skirt up and puts his mouth on that strip of bare skin between hem and lace and takes his time there, unhurried, laughing warm and low against your leg every time you try to pull him where you actually need him. "patience, sweetheart." when he finally gets his fingers inside you he's good at it, careful and thorough in the way that big men with steady hands tend to be. he fucks you on the counter with the stockings on, hands gripping your thighs right at the lace bands, head dropped to your shoulder, the lace scratching lightly against his hips every time he pushes in deep.

you come with his thumb on your clit and his hands wrapped around the tops of your thighs and he holds you through all of it, steady and warm, murmuring into your hair. after, he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh right at the stocking band and looks up at you with that slow grin. "going to need you to wear those again," he says. "like. soon."

an: pt 2?? anyways first time writing aiku (was gonna be hugo but i changed my mind)

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©lumiambrose ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[mlywon]

YO IN A TIME OF SLANDER NAGI'S ASS IS GETTING BEATEN?? SAVE MY MAN WTF WAHALI IM AB TO TWEAKKKK

[andromedaoctavian]

late nights 🪽. dabi.

ִֶָ࿔*:･mdni 3.1k words

warnings: soft & tired touya, fluff, his filthy mouth obv, fingering, f! reader, my fav lazy eater, biggest tease known to mankind, intimateee, mentions of smoking

your head felt like lead, heavy and sunk against the soft pillow of your bed. the tv was on, illuminating the dark room in a gentle glow as a show you had put on silently played in the background.

the well-used fan blew gentle gusts of cool air against your exposed skin, humming its constant song through the space. occasional sirens could be heard in the distance, muffled by the rain pattering on the windows that beat worn sills like a steady drum.

the conditions were perfect for a restful night; the type of night where you couldn’t fight the heaviness of your eyelids, the noises like a soft lullaby, flowing into your ears like water lapping a shore. limbs turned to heavy, buzzing molasses, melting into the soft blankets that provided coolness that trapped your body heat.

the man sleeping soundly beside you was in much of the same shape. the only sounds leaving him were soft breaths that couldn’t even be made out over the fan and rain. dabi laid on his back, face fully relaxed, free from the usual bored expression rendering his features, staples and ear piercings reflecting the glow from the tv. one warm and heavy arm held you loosely against his side, resting between the fabric of the shirt you stole and your bare skin.

he was warm like he always is, skin radiating heat like a never ending furnace, successfully having your body melting like a scoop of ice cream against his side. your thigh was slung over his hip, legs tangled together under the mass of messily strewn blankets covering you. dabi hated having covers above his waist, not even needing them on his long legs but never refusing them because he knew you got cold at night.

who was he to refuse your skin against his?

he never admitted these things out loud, never would. the words he couldn’t say, the words materialized into meaningless complaints combined with yielding to your every wish meant more than any useless verbalized confession. like now, where he sacrificed his hate for your favorite suffocating blanket you seemed to never sleep without just to be able to feel you tangled with him while you slept.

a roach rested in the ashtray from earlier, maybe two, giving you both the heavy sleepiness that turned your brains into mush and lowered your eyelids. you had just sluggishly opened your eyes, feeling the heavy weight soaking your limbs into the sheets. a soft sigh left your lips as your tried to blink the fuzziness from your vision.

shifting your body took more strength than it should’ve, limbs resisting as if they were stuck in jello. you searched for more of the warmth, more of the heat that consumed you as easily as dry wood caught flames—your boyfriend sleeping motionless and still beside you.

the covers rustled quietly as you scrambled slowly to rest your head on his chest, right on his collarbone so you could tuck your face into his neck, moving closer so your leg slung around his slim hips even further. your hand found its place sluggishly, almost protesting as your palm slid from the top of his abs to the place on his chest right where you felt his heart beating.

you settled there, huffing softly through your nose at how relaxed you felt against him, sleep pulling heavily at your lids as you tilted your face up to get a look at him. your movements must have jostled him awake as you felt the arm wrapped around you slowly move, dabi’s palm and fingertips smoothing over your spine in lazy movements.

his white eyebrows were furrowed now, a sleepy grumble escaping his scarred lips at how you had basically climbed on top of him, pale hair spread across the pillow beneath his head. his eyes were still closed as you gazed at him, making out the sharp line of his jaw, looking at the pale skin still remaining unscathed from the weight of his birthright, the thin eyebrows you always smoothed the edges of with your thumb.

you pouted, huffing at how he looked like this while he was half asleep—well, more than half sleep, barely conscious. his hand still traced lines up and down on your spine, moving more firmly now as if he gained enough blood flow there to move properly through the faded high and pull of sleep.

“like what you see, baby?” the gruff rasp of his voice when he woke up never failed to make you feel warmer than you did before. the lazy draw always had you at loss for words, always had you mentally throwing a bucket of ice water into your face to stay focused.

you hummed, half not wanting to give in to his constant flirting, half not being able to push past how tired you were to actually form intelligible words. the immediate dissatisfaction at your lack of words came by his hand sliding off your back to your side, staples tickling the sensitive skin there purposely to wring a reaction from you—so annoying.

he earned his prize as your immediate reaction was squirming and reaching your hand lazily to push at his face gently, grumbling at the unsuspecting touch. you lifted your head slowly off his chest, hair a mess in a way that dabi found endearing and would tease you in the morning for, your eyes barely squinting open, lips still swollen from when he wouldn’t stop biting the flesh when you made out before you both had fallen asleep.

you were met with his turquoise eyes staring at you, his lips pulled into that lazy smirk you were so accustomed to know and cherish, lids barely being open.

“too late for you to be messing with me,” you mumbled, words slurred and slightly unserious, frown embedded on your features.

“you were the one who woke me up by climbing on me,” he started, earning an exasperated groan from your lips as you dropped your head back down to his collarbone to rest your forehead there, hand coming up again to playfully push his face away again. this time the hand of his other arm caught it, placing it back down where he wanted it on his chest like the bastard he was.

“says the guy who smothers me when i’m trying to sleep,” you shoot back, voice muffled against his skin.

“you love it,” came his response, raspy and entirely serious.

“never said i didn’t, asshole,” you grumbled back, fighting the urge to smile against him.

“that why ya stare and try to get on top of me when i’m sleeping? kinda rude y’know, if you needed me, you coulda just asked b—,” you cut him off quickly with your hand coming up to rest over his smug mouth.

“shhhhhh,” you say with another groan, “please god, shut up before i suffocate you with this fucking pillow.” pulling your heavy head to barely tilt up so you were looking at him again, you smiled sleepily before removing your hand. your low eyes met his, intensely staring at his still smirking face and hearing the laugh coming from his lips, his hand still smoothing those addicting patterns into your back.

dabi suddenly shifted, pulling his arm from around you, body moving so slow you slid with him. you were now facing him, both of you resting on your sides.

you faced him fully now, so close you could feel his breathe on your face, minty and the scent of the blunt still lingering. his heat was smothering you, trying to pull you deep into a sleep you never wanted to wake up from. the arm that had been around you now rested on your jaw, cupping it so most of his hand rested on your neck, thumb tracing the perimeter of your swollen lips.

you both leaned close, slumber still ridden in your eyes, your legs, your arms, that heaviness never going away. lips met in a lazy way, tongues dancing sluggishly into each other’s mouths, messy and uncoordinated. he moved his lips against yours slowly, intimacy pulling you in closer as you struggled to kiss him back with any rhythm.

his other hand had slid under your shirt to rest on your bare hip, teasingly tugging on the lacy strap of the panties you were wearing underneath, nails occasionally dragging up your side just to feel you gasp softly into his mouth and shiver against him.

even though dabi was so damn tired, the hint of his possessiveness never left his movements, the usual tease remaining like a stain that always tortured you. when he bit your lip gently, you whimpered a sleepy moan into his mouth, eyebrows furrowing.

“sure you don’t need me, doll?” he murmured into your mouth, still lazily making out with you and gripping your face, your hands resting uselessly against his bare chest.

“mhm,” you mumbled, sighing against his lips, “m’tired, touya.”

your skin felt hot, a flush building up your neck despite the fan blowing on you from your side of the bed. you hated how easily it was for him to get you riled up. even now, when your eyes almost felt too heavy to open, you couldn’t resist all his warm and teasing touches as heat pooled in your stomach.

his fingers slid from your hip to the waistband of your underwear, sliding purposely light over your lower belly to reach under the fabric. your lips stopped moving against his at the feeling, brain moving slower than it should be.

your head tilted down to look where his hand had disappeared under your panties, forehead almost touching his as your mouth fell open when his fingers brushed past your throbbing clit to feel how wet you had become from just making out half asleep with him.

you gasped prettily when two fingers met how soaked you were at your entrance, the sound so soft and so desperate it had him enthralled with the furrowing of your eyebrows and your gaping mouth.

“feels like you do,” he whispered, a satisfied huff coming from his mouth. his grip on your jaw tilted your face back up to look at him, and the expression on your face and that glassy sheen over your eyes he always loved to see had him hardening under his boxers.

you couldn’t respond as he caught your lips in those same messy, slow kisses from before, mind turning even more to mush than it already was before. you struggled to kiss back, especially when his middle and ring fingers that had been dipping into your entrance to tease you slid back up to your swollen clit to spread your wetness, circling the bud in mind-numbing patterns.

you moaned into his mouth, noises sounding so broken, so tired that dabi couldn’t help but smirk against your lips, swallowing every cracked gasp and whimper escaping your throat.

“t-touya, please,” you whined sleepily, voice breaking at the end when his fingers left your clit and slid back down to your entrance to push gently past the tight ring of resistance of your soaked cunt.

you couldn’t help but loudly whine, back arching lazily into his fingers that were ruining you and hand darting down to weakly grab his wrist. his fingers were always so big, so long. even on a day that you weren’t so tired and sensitive it was too much.

you never lasted when you were this tired, so worked up from his touches that it took barely anything for you to come undone. dabi curled his fingers to find that rough patch that had your thighs trembling around his hand, not even thrusting his fingers inside you, just rubbing that spot over and over and over to not overwhelm you too much.

“m’not gonna last,” you gasped, pathetically tugging at his wrist because it was just so fucking much to take with how over sensitive you were when you’re tired. tears were already brimming your eyes, threatening to fall.

“don’t have to last, baby,” he murmured, not for once stopping his pace or tearing his gaze from how fucked out your face already looked. “wanna feel you cum on my fingers, just like this.”

you were softly panting, making noises that had him wanting to palm himself through his boxers just from hearing how broken they were.

“this all it takes, sweetheart?” the fucker leaned forward to whisper in your ear, biting your earlobe gently just to feel the shiver that ran down your body.

your soft cries of yes and nods of your head had him turning to press a kiss on your temple with how good you were being for him, so sleepy, so pliant.

“saying you don’t need me when you’re fuckin’ soaking my wrist.” his filthy mouth always had you hot, feeling like you could come undone just from him whispering those dirty words in your ear. you didn’t respond, and he didn’t expect you to, feeling how overwhelmed you were by how hard you gripped his wrist.

your moans rose in volume, turning louder but more broken now that you were so close.

“ what happens when i do this, huh?” he said as his thumb found your neglected clit to rub firm circles into swollen bud, slide made so easy with how drenched his hand was. your reaction was immediate, crying out curses and leaning forward to try to bury your face in his neck because you knew you would cum embarrassingly fast now.

“nah, look at me when i’m ruining you,” he said, pulling your face out of his neck as you whined in desperation. “wanna look at you when you make a mess on my hand.”

that was all it took, your thighs trembling violently as your high hit you as if you were thrown into cold water, traveling up your entire body as your form shuddered and shook against him. your nails scratched at his wrist, mouth falling open, tears falling down your cheeks as your brows furrowed painfully, trying your best to keep yourself focused on his turquoise eyes.

your cunt gushed around his fingers, pulsing around his fingers in rhythmic waves as he helped you come down from the intense high. his thumb gently rubbed at your clit, slowing its pace when you started to whine too much and tug at his wrist a little too hard.

“that feel good, baby?” his question had you burying your face into his neck, nodding with a whimper as you panted softly. dabi slid his fingers out as slowly as possible, earning a small noise from your lips that made him laugh.

your eyes felt heavy now, even more so than before, but apparently sleep wasn’t in your future because your white haired asshole of a boyfriend had started to untangle himself from you to slide down the bed. your brain couldn’t even process fully what was going on until he had settled between your legs on his stomach, covers now ripped away to the side.

“wanna taste you, y’can give me one more, right, sweetheart?” touya mumbled into the skin of your thigh, sucking marks into the skin there and pressing a kiss over your covered cunt.

your sleepy nod was all it took for him to smile a wide grin and start sliding the lace of your underwear down your legs, pulling them to rest over his shoulders, your heels resting on his bare back.

usually he would drag this out, taking his sweet time to have you frustrated and begging for more. but not right now. he was tired himself, feeling too worked up to even be the usual tease he was, too desperate to feel you grind into his mouth and taste you on his tongue.

he wasted no time, immediately placing kitten licks on your clit before sliding his pierced tongue in perfect glides over the bud. occasionally he would dip his head down to obscenely slurp at the entrance of your cunt, groaning at your taste and how much of a mess you were making all over his chin and face.

you were an overstimulated, tired mess, pulling harshly at his white hair and not understanding if you were trying to get away from his relentless mouth or closer. the ball of his piercing kept sliding over your clit in a way that had you kicking your legs on his back, thighs trying to close as he held them open.

knowing you couldn’t hold out for very long, you tilted your head back against the pillow to stop staring at the sinful sight of dabi absolutely devouring your cunt. whines of his name left your mouth in constant flows. the sound of his broken groans and the slight movement of the bed had you leaning back up to rest on your elbows.

you were met with the sight of him humping into the sheets, his groans vibrating through your core as he tried to keep his pace focused as he ground his cock into the mattress beneath him. the picture had you moaning even louder, the sight so hot it had your thighs closing around his head as you came for the second time.

your back arched, a loud cry leaving your lips as you made a mess on his face, your voice inevitably breaking at how exhausted you were. he worked you through it, his groans becoming more and more breathy and high pitched as he reached his own end, a small gasp leaving his throat as he came in his boxers against the bed.

you brushed through his hair, combing the strands away so you could place your palm on his face. touya’s eyes were closed, panting against your thigh as he came down from his high. his hand came up to rest over yours, moving it so he could press a kiss to your palm, sighing tiredly.

“c’mere,” you whispered, wanting him close to you as you fought the urge to close your eyes. the man sluggishly pulled himself up, hovering over your frame to press a sleepy kiss on your lips before settling beside you so he could rest his head on your chest.

you could feel his breathing becoming slower, could feel the kisses he pressed on your neck as you ran your hand through his hair and massaged his scalp. your other arm traced his back in lines and patterns over this scarred skin.

you didn’t hear his quiet thank you or the confessions he whispered incoherently against your skin, sleep pulling you too intensely to hold on to reality any longer.

touya struggled to say what he wanted to express when he was conscious, but now, when his brain was muddled and every worry of the future and horror of the past faded away into dreams, it didn’t matter.

[mlywon]

dry humping with nagi seishiro is always hot and messy!

ᝰ. PAIRING: nagi x fem!reader

ᝰ. contains : dry humping, cumming in pants, nagi is lazy and dirty what a surprise, nagi likes watching you struggle and thats it ig.

ᝰ. wc : 635 ⎯⎯ oneshot

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . naz : made this within one day ru guys proud, icl idk how to feel ab this and im in my feelings so i might post a bit more bllk stuff idk no promises. sorry for any mistakes or grammatical errors and this aint proofread either bye. enjoy !!

ᝰ. FEEDBACKS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

He is lazily biting and sucking on your neck while his huge hands roam down your body, from pinching and twisting your sore nipples through your tank top to guiding your hips and ass against his soaked boxers. Your panties are barely hanging on as you roll against him, cunt aching and begging for his length as more slick rushes out of you.

''babyy, it aches so baddd'' you whine against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling more irritated by the second. This wasn't even your initial plan; you just wanted to be fucked dumb, but because of your stupid boyfriend's tiredness, here you are, placed on top of his lap, rocking against his hard member while his half-dazed eyes bore into yours.

''you're so impatient and lazy, you can't go one day without me doing all the work?'' he questioned, unimpressed, stretching your tank top down with one finger before licking around the bud of your breasts and popping it inside his mouth, earning a gasp from you.

" sei, for the love of god, stop being a fucking dick'' you snap as you press down harshly against him, already tugging at his boxers. He stays unfazed at your burst out as he watches his saliva dripping down your breasts.

''oh?'' he smirks coolly, staring at your flushed cheeks and frustration building up on your face as you still couldn't cum yet. The pressure kept building up, but it was taking you nowhere. Your head was spinning, your throat was dry, and he could see it. That's what turned him on more, seeing his pretty girl struggle to cum without his help.

Nagi hooked his fingers around your wrist before pushing you down on the couch roughly and towering over you. He pinned both of your wrists above your head as he yanked the drenched underwear off, letting the cool air hit your throbbing pussy. You choked out a moan when you felt his hard tip poking through the fabric of his boxers, grazing over your swollen clit.

''are you close already?'' he pouted, seeing your mouth fall agape as he pushed his clothed tip near your entrance. You tighten your legs around his waist as he rolls vigorously against you, whimpering. You can feel Nagi's finger find its way to your clit before rubbing frantically, chasing your pleasure. Your moans get louder as you clench around his tip, rubbing at your entrance.

''please dont stop'' you sobbed as you gripped his biceps, feeling your abdomen tighten. Pulling you closer, he crashes his lips against you, swallowing your sounds. His tongue forces it ways inside yours, swiftly tangling against yours. Drool mixed with his drips down your chin and neck as he lifts one of your legs higher and pushes as deep as he can.

You couldn't even warn him before your liquid gushed out, splattering all across his tight boxers. The filthy noises of slick got louder as he chased his high while roughly squeezing the flesh of your thigh. You tilted your head slightly, giving him the signal to bite down on your neck while he cums.

''fuck fuck fuck'' he whimpered as he rutted against you. He stared at the warm seed slowly leaking out of his boxers and smearing against your thighs.

Nagi connected his lips with you once more, but this time, soft and delicate, as if he was savouring the moment. However, you could barely keep up as exhaustion washed over you as well.

'' so pretty'' he mumbled, kissing your cheeks '' i will fuck you good later hm?''

''we should probably clean up...'' your voice trailed off, feeling sticky.

''in a bit'' he whispered as he collapsed on your chest, a faint smile displaying on his face.

He's always so fucking lazy and dirty.

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[sugarwarachan]

@rosesforshoto saw your size kink blurb and went into a fugue state

“hate when guys say that ‘you can take it’ shit.” you’re just tipsy enough to admit this to shouto. even though you shouldn’t tell him, not when the breadth of his shoulders can be seen in your peripheral. he’s so big. heat rips across your face.

“why’s that?” shouto, polite and deadpan as always, no matter the subject matter.

“because they always just stick it in with minimal prep. expecting you to adjust.”

shouto crinkles his nose in disgust. he’s a lot more expressive these days, but that’s a new one.

he's silent for a while, and you briefly contemplate sinking into the floor.

"they're missing out," he finally says. when he catches your eye, he's smiling. one full of mischief, like he can't believe some men could truly be so stupid.

despite your protests, he tucks you to bed shortly after. you feel how intently his eyes watch you as he hands you a glass of water, swallowing the pills he keeps in the cabinet specifically so you don't feel like shit the next day.

he likes taking care of you, and you like letting him.

"night, sho."

when he's certain you're asleep, he responds.

"night, love."

he leaves you on the futon because it's the only thing he can do in good conscience. he wrenches the shower to the hottest setting. steam hot enough to peel paint fills the bathroom. water pours down his back as he brackets both arms on the wall.

he'd be so gentle with you. steadily working you open, keeping you preoccupied with kisses. fuck, he wants to kiss you so badly. he wants to feel you cum around one finger while you gasp and keen in his mouth.

you'd need at least four orgasms before he felt comfortable with you taking him. maybe even five. his hands twists around the head of his cock. one more stroke and he'll be painting the wall. shouto squeezes his balls, groaning into the crook of his elbow and the shower wall. they're full and tight, aching at the slightest touch.

he'll give you six, he decides. his fist works harder. six orgasms with his tongue, his hands, his mouth.

and then he'll be able to work you down onto his cock, inch by inch, until all doubts of "taking him" are dispelled from your mind.

[kleinflx]

A QUESTION THAT LINGERS — k . michael

‘did you like her in the morning?’

the question you’ve been wanting to ask your boyfriend, michael kaiser, had been sitting in your head for weeks now.

you never asked it out loud.

it followed you quietly instead, appearing in the middle of normal moments with your boyfriend. when you were waiting for him to come home, when you were curled up against his chest late at night.

michael kaiser was affectionate in a way that made you overthink for reasons you don’t even know why.

he touched you constantly, his hands on your waist, fingers in your hair during lazy mornings, your legs thrown over his lap while he’d caress it. kaiser made affection feel like it was the most natural thing in the world.

sometimes it made you feel loved. but sometimes it made you wonder if he acted this way with her too.

you hated that thought. you hated her a little too, even though you’d never admit it aloud.

she wasn’t even really gone.

they still saw each other constantly because of work. interviews, campaigns, football circles that always somehow overlapped. she’d appear in photos beside him online every few weeks, smiling easily while your boyfriend stood there with that same unreadable expression he wore around everybody.

people said they ended on good terms. you thought maybe that made everything worse.

there was never anything to point at. no cheating, lying, dramatic story that would justify the feeling in your chest. it was just your own thoughts slowly turning against you.

you remember one of those late night conversations you had with kaiser. you don’t remember the start of it but it eventually started talking about exes.

“i dated someone in high school..“ you muttered into the pillow. “he used to get jealous over literally everything”

michael hummed beside you. “you attract insecure people.”

“that’s rude.” you pause, “you think i have bad taste?”

“well.. anyone you dated before sucked.”

you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it.

“what about yours?”

there was a pause after that. “which one.”

“..your last one.” you tried to sound casual asking it.

michael stayed laid back against the headboard, one arm around your waist.

“she was fine.”

that was all he said. you waited for more from him, but he never continued.

a few minutes later he started talking about a match instead, completely unaware that your brain stayed stuck there long after the conversation moved on.

she was fine? you don’t exactly know why that sentence bothered you so bad. you wondered what could that mean. you were able to share so much about your exes, why couldn’t he?

the perfume happened months later.

michael came home late after some sponsor event that happened a few cities away. you had already been half asleep on the couch when he walked in tired.

“liebe, why are you sleeping out here?”

“kaiser..” you rub your eyes, “was waiting for you.”

his expression looked softer after that. you still remembered it clearly. when he leaned down to kiss your forehead. the familiar scent of his cologne.

but underneath it, had something else. it was sweet, floral. familiar.

your stomach dropped before your mind even caught up. because you knew that perfume, you had smelled it before.

it was months ago, near the beginning of your relationship. you remembered standing in his bathroom one morning while getting ready. your toothbrush beside his, your skincare products on the sink.

near the corner of the counter, sat a perfume bottle that didn’t belong to you. you’d picked it up quietly. a pretty bottle, an expensive brand. it wasn’t yours.

michael walked in while you were holding it.

“whose is this?” you asked carefully.

he barely glanced over. “my ex’s.” then continued drying his hair like it was nothing.

you remembered standing there awkwardly, still holding the bottle. “why do you still have it?”

“forgot to throw it away.” you nodded, forcing yourself to understand.

the bottle disappeared a few days later. you noticed but never mentioned it.

but now, sitting beside michael on the couch months later while that same scent clung faintly to his clothes, the memory came back hard enough to make your chest ache.

he didn’t notice your silence. or maybe he did, but just thought you were tired.

“move liebe,” he muttered softly, sinking onto the couch beside you anyway. “i missed you.”

you shifted automatically, letting him pull you against his chest. normally, you would have loved this. being held by michael made everything in your head quieter.

that night, though, all you could think about was whether she smelled like this when he held her too.

michael rested his chin against the top of your head absentmindedly, already starting to doze off. you only stared at the at the cushion while your thoughts were spiraling.

somewhere between his arm around your waist and the perfume still lingering against his collar, the question popped up again.

‘did you like her in the morning?’

you never asked. some part of you thought knowing the answer would hurt less than imagining one, but another part wasn’t so sure.

[mlywon]

HOW does one make smaus?!???

hey anon, i use my actual imsg app which i explained how here.i hope this helps!!

[mlywon]

i made nagi my huzz in tomodachilife and now he dont rate me ru serious im mad now

[mayegasm]

˚. dreaming (wetly) about sleepovers with yuji and megumi ৻ꪆ ᦸ. requested!

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 smut ⸝⸝ cunnilingus ⸝⸝ yuji and megumi bickering lol ⸝⸝ slight overstim

his tongue gently licked below your navel, pressing gentle kisses all over your lower abdomen before licking a lazy stripe on your clit then sucking. your legs were over yuji's shoulders as he ate you out under the covers; enjoying a snack, he'd claim.

"yuu—!" your squeal got cut off by a harsh kiss, megumi's hand on your thoat holding you in place. this was supposed to be a joint study session catered to yuji, but then it clearly went left. his tongue was clearly making an effort to keep you quiet, occupying the capacity of your mouth.

you felt a small chuckle; his tongue licking repeatedly, flicking between your folds and nibbling you, all the while another muscle was fighting with yours. it didn't feel like too much, it felt natural. overstimulating, yes; but natural. they definitely felt the same.

your toes writhed, manicured nails arching under the sheets that were already messy. yuji was getting rather greedy down there; his pace was sloppy and wet—his own saliva dripping back into his mouth after he had previously spit on you (as if you weren't wet enough). all was fine and swell until you let out a squeak into megumi's mouth.

he flicked his forehead, making yuji reluctantly pull off. "hey—! i'm not done yet. wait your turn."

"that's not what that was for." he glared at him, that familiar annoyed look on his face. the break allowed you to indulge in the environment of the room, leaving the cool air to blow on you, making you shiver. "we agreed—no penetration. your tongue counts."

he looked offended at the fact he said that. you relaxed, taking in this little breather you got on luck. "well, by your logic, you're penetrating her too. plus, she likes it."

megumi's eye twitched. these two were as stubborn as can be, not even setting aside their differences to please you. you let out a soft whine that got both of their attention—you were getting tired, and sick of their bickering.

yuji smirked, cheeky little thing. "told you—she misses me down here. she's falling asleep. you're not keeping her awake with your kissing." he flicked him harder.

"then you keep her awake."

megumi pushed yuji's head back between your legs, immediately resuming his work. he had this special way of giving head, and you could never find out what it was. you didn't even have time to process it before megumi got to your lips again. harsher.

he scooped one of your breasts out the bra he'd bought you months ago, the lace was all worn, threads sticking out. you needed a new one, and knowing them, they'd fight over who would buy it so you just never bothered to say a thing. he pinched and rolled your nipple between his index and thumb, making you gasp and whine into his mouth.

everything was all too much now, it felt too raw. too real. too in the moment for you. one of your hands moved to grip yuji's hair, tugging him away as you felt your orgasm approach. but without much surprise on your end, he didn't budge. like a tick lodged in your skin.

you came after they both simultaneously bit you—megumi to your lips, yuji to your other lips. that was your third orgasm that night. these two had time to spare, stamina for days. but you were just an ordinary girl in all this, you struggled to handle them both.

but you'd do it all again, all the same.

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[mlywon]

bllk men when you're on your period!

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

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

ᝰ. wc : 1.2k

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

isagi yoichi

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

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

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

bachira meguru

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

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

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

rin itoshi

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

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

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

nagi seishiro

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

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

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

chigiri hyoma

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

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

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

michael kaiser

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

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

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

sae itoshi

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

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

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

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[kenyudotcom]

good looking boy.

you are no stranger to michael kaiser.

no matter what he does; he can cut his hair, tattoo his red eyeliner, dye his ends blue, become a world-famous soccer player, find meaning to life... that man will always have a visceral reaction to your name.

they say that hair holds memories.

when micha was still your sweet boy, you would take care of his hair for him.

it was long and blond—natural and beautiful, in all its glory. you'd brush through it, time after time.

his hair was so well-kept, even when long and left open while playing soccer, because it was you who tended to it. you'd rake your fingers through it while he bent over the bathtub, laughing at how he groaned in discomfort, yet refused to take a break.

you'd tousle it with a towel, trying to dry it a little before letting it air dry. on winter evenings, you'd blow dry it, brushing it out as he'd tell you about his day. begrudgingly, but it was progress.

when he truly just wanted to chop it all off—start over, or end it there—, you'd be extra gentle. you'd let him sit with his back against the bathtub, his head leant back slightly so that you could lean over him and massage the soap in and out of his hair from the front. he'd never admit it—and fuck, he wishes he did—, but it felt nice.

you'd tousle it with a towel from the ends, to not cause more distress or pressure at his head. you'd blow dry it and brush it out as usual, being careful to not pull at knots too hard.

finally, before he'd fall asleep in your arms, you'd braid his hair.

one long, loose but neat braid. he grew quite fond of it, over the amount of draining days he saw, before he went pro.

before he went pro and ditched you.

so yes, kaiser, the new-gen 11 prodigy, thinks about you sometimes.

whenever he comes home from a rough day on the field, and his hair is greasy, and it's itchy, and he's hyperaware of how it's touching his skin, he doesn't tie it up in a braid.

one, because it's now cut into uneven chunks. and two, because it would remind him of you.

you, who treated him with such tenderness and kindness that he had never seen or felt before. only dreamt of.

you, who adored his long, blond hair.

you, whose name would forever be a chapter unopened in his book of life.

you, who thought he was beautiful, even before all the hair cutting, hair colouring, tattooing and finding meaning in life.

hair dye, tattoos, fame, reasons to live—they all fade. but his memory of you does not falter. what a burden to bear; a reason to live deterred.

but is there truly any meaning to life, if he's lost you?

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[mlywon]

texts with bf!rin (ft bro!shidou)

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feauturing: bf!itoshrin x fem!reader contains: swearing, shidou and rin, mentions of breeding, mature language, banter. a/n: long-awaited request i stayed up at night to finish this, ignore typos and that drawing in one of the ss idk how that happened, and this was fun to make, might do one for nagi soon. enjoy!

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[bllkho]

ryusei shidou loves breeding his girlfriend

ryusei was fucking filthy.

no matter how many times you came or squirted all over him within the past 1 hour he still wouldn't stop.

he was dead set on one thing: breeding you.

you didn't know why this side of him came out.

"r-ryu— aren't you tired?" you whined loudly, nails creating long red marks along his back.

he had your legs folded and pushed back near your head, putting you in a mean mating press. his cock was slamming into you at an unbelievable pace, your body recoiling with each thrust.

"fuck, give me another, baby."

"i-i can't!"

he grunted in response, his arm twisted around your thigh, his thumb shakily headed towards your clit as he tried his best to balance himself.

he managed to rub your clit in punishing circles, making you cry out loudly.

"you can, watch me do it sweets-!"

he let out a loud groan as you clenched down hard, his hips stuttering.

"atta girl that's it fuck—"

"ryu!"

you were just screaming and thrashing as you came around his cock for the nth time. as he continued to thrust in and out of you, a creamy white ring formed around his cock.

he chuckled, breathless as he buried himself deep inside of you, coating your walls in white.

"sh-shit you were so good for me..."

you were just panting, vision blurred.

"e-enough ryu.. so tired.." you babbled slowly, your head lolling back to hit the soft pillow.

he kissed your tears of overstimulation away, even licking your cheek.

"so full of me now, aren't ya?" he pulled out slowly, watching the mixture of his load and your orgasm spilling out of your hole.

he grinned wide and proud, pressing his thumb against your sensitive hole, plugging you up.

you whined, squirming at his touch. his hand held your hip to keep you still against the bed.

"shh... i got you baby."

there was an odd glint in his eyes, like he was obsessed with the way he filled you up just now.

"all mine, love you," he nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling.

"love you too, ryu..?"

you weren't even sure if this man was your boyfriend right now.

a/n: sorry this was short 😓 hope you enjoy @susulovesshidou 💕

[rosesforshoto]

shouto and the way his two big palms hold your thighs down as he eats you out. the way he’ll move your hands to grip his hair instead of the sheets, because he enjoys the sting in his scalp when you pull. because he knows how good he’s making you feel when it hurts that much more for him