๐ pit stop ! ๐ฆน when it comes to you, yoichi isagi has tunnel vision. youโre the very object of all his desires. it doesnโt help that he canโt see when other people are into him โ so you take matters into your own hands and make sure that they see heโs only into you.ย (12.1K)
๐ safety car ! โ not safe for work โ smut โ eighteen plus only.ย pro soccer player au, canon compliant, characters in 20s, established relationships, healthy jealousy, mentions of injury, mentions of named female antagonist, dry humping, handjobs, obsessive marking, hickies, cum tasting, overstimulation, oral sex (m!recieving), yoichi isagi 25 - pro giver gets to recieve, lover boy isagi. pro soccer player isagi, fem reader.
๐ย team radio ! โ you guys!! happy birthday to my beautiful boy yoichi!! my sweet love, i miss you him so much all of the time. i've been sitting on this bad boy for months and im so excited to share with you! hope you enjoy!! click for more.ย
โโ ยฉย tteokdorokiย โฑย 2026.
sometimes, you like to joke that your boyfriend, isagi yoichi, has tunnel vision.ย
on the pitch or during a game, he only sees one thing. a means to an end, a means to win.ย
although, when it comes to his personal life, the only thing isagi cares to look at โ is you. love wasnโt something he ever wished for or intended on finding and for a long time, soccer was his everything. he breathed, ate and dreamt of the sport from the moment he could walk to the moment he entered blue lock and beyond, there was nothing else to focus on except for becoming the best in japan. the best in the world.ย
in his future he envisioned, it was just him at the top. no one else by his side, no one else as ambitious as him. of course, until he met you โ a chance encounter one fateful night, passionate eyes locked and the rest was history. he knew it then and he knows it nowโฆ
isagi yoichi only ever has eyes for you, youโre the only one heโll ever want.
even if other people want him instead.
like most couples in the public eye youโve had your fair share of jealous fangirls and vicious fanboys, but youโve long since passed the stage of teary eyes and the threat of breakups looming over your heads. the blue lock PR team is insanely good at moderation, surprisingly, and you like to think the bond you share with their diamond player is strong enough to withstand whatever test is thrown your way. only sometimes do you feel that nagging vulnerability at the back of your mind, when someone gets a little too close to your all-star player and looks up at him with dreamy eyes as if to hope and pray heโll look at them differently. look at them the way he looks at you.ย
your boyfriend has never been one to stray, heโs as loyal as a dog and perhaps has an meaner streak than you when it comes to being possessive โ he has an appetite for destruction when others attempt to get close to you, maybe even so much as glance at you and will turn into that vicious egoist not just you, but the entire world, loves. yet sometimes, your territorialism over isagi outshines his over you, sometimes you go to the extreme to prove that youโre the only one meant to be with him.ย ย
this is one of those times.
whilst champagne flows and music thumps through your body due to the heavy bass, your mind wonders away from the party thrown in honour of the blue lock elevenโs latest victory against an overseas team in the football league. winning four to one with most scores and assists resulting from your boyfriendโs chemical reactions on the pitch โ you should have been sneaking off somewhere to give him an even better prize than a silly gold cup. instead, you dance around the outskirts of the gathering, darting between the familiar faces of his teammates and their loved ones with swaying designer skirts whilst attempting to spy on isagi as he chatters away innocently with her.
her being a recent hire on the blue lock sports team is entirely too infatuated with your yoichi for your liking โ as the new assistant physiotherapist for the eleven rowdy players, it was natural that this brand new and shiny โhanaโ girl would be spending more time alongside the boys. alongside your boy. you donโt blame her, to be fair, itโs easy to be starstruck by yoichi. heโs the best player in japan, heโs gorgeous too โ golden skin that glistens during matches and beautiful blue eyes holding the depths of the oceanโs secrets. his charm transcends anything anyoneโs ever seen in a player of his ferocity, isagi can be kind and humble, attentive and makes you feel like youโre the only person in the world when heโs with you.ย
you truly cannot blame her for the obvious little crush she has on him, one that must have bubbled and brewed during therapy sessions in between games and practices.ย
that doesnโt mean she doesnโt bother you.ย ย
your boyfriend, ever the angel, is too sweet to take note of her subtle advances and gazes filled with yearning. he doesnโt know that sheโs attempting to flirt when her hand slides a little lower than considered professional during pre-game warm-ups and massages. he canโt tell that sheโs pining after him like a high-schooler with a love note tucked behind her back when she makes sure that he has his water bottle and extra electrolytes first whenever isagi has training. nor does he notice that she clings to his sweaty towels for a little too long after heโs handed them off to her.ย
isagi is so nice, so oblivious โ just like when you met. just like when you made moves on him back then. he doesnโt know what a simple tilt of his head during conversation does to a girl โ the type where heโs trying to listen in and seem attentive. heโs unfamiliar with his own game and charm, oblivious to his gravitational pull and ability to make people fall for him the way you did, hard and fast without even realising you were about to hit the ground. all because yoichi was there the catch you, free-falling with you through the love in the air.
itโs possible that hana doesnโt know about you and isagi โ heโs a show off, always touching you subtly, searching for your eyes across the way, throwing you secretive smiles during interviewsโฆ but youโve been together so long that youโve begun to hide the precious parts of your relationships away from the public. aside from passing social media posts and the odd rumour about your togethernessโฆ only the people most important to you know that youโre still a couple now. so maybe she doesnโt know. maybe she has no clue.ย
maybe thatโs why she cuddles up to him before the snack table, pulls that typical move by pretending to have one too many sips of high-end alcohol so she has an excuse to sway on her feet and steady herself against your partnerโs sturdy frame.
you let her bask in the interaction for now, because while you know in your head and by your own logic that isagi would never betray you for someone else โ your heart rears itโs ugly head, the blood in your veins turning a nasty shade of green as it courses through your body. it makes you question whether you should be mad at her or mad at him, who will be on the receiving end of the plot being spun in your mind like a spider forming its web.
a cruel, twisted smirk tugs on the corners of your perfectly glossed lips before you knock back the last of the golden liquid swirling around in your champagne flute. from across the room, hazy ocean eyes slink away from the girl who is no more than a coworker to their owner in order to meet yours. midnight blue flickers to life with love, drinks in the dress that matches them and wraps around your perfect body. isagiโs lips quirk up into a subtle smirk, one that hides his layers of want for you. one that tells you that youโre still the only one on his mind no matter who heโs with.ย
and you know then, that yoichi isagi will be your victim tonight.ย
set to receive a curious mix of both punishment and reward that heโs sure to enjoy after such a hard dayโs work, of being the best in every sense of the word.
isagi always looks most handsome when heโs concentrating.ย
during a game, something switches within him. he becomes a beast of untapped talent and potential that shines across the field like a polished diamond. his eyes are often wild, set ablaze with a cool fire that burns his enemies alive. when the pro player is focused, no matter what itโs on, his expression will often send a pang of heat straight through you โ the way his tongue often pokes into his cheek, causing it to bulge, and brows furrow at the centre of his forehead, azure eyes darkening as they analyse whatever task heโs paying attention to.ย
after the party tonight, the two of you headed straight back to your private suite rented out courtesy of ego and anri for the team. isagi would have joined you in the shower, he loves to see you undress and feel your skin against his, but his mind was racing from the match that had been won with his goals. ever the analyst, he has to watch the game through to pick apart the plays from both he and his team. so while washing up, you leave him to concentrate on his replays โ trying to scrub away the irrational jealousy wrapping around your brain stem and crawling down your spine.
however, the scorching hot water does nothing to wash the feeling away. when you return to the room and isagi lounging away in the love seat by the balcony, he hardly looks your way โ wrapped up in his phone, perfectly toned thighs twitching every time he sees a perfect play, his tie loose around his thick neck and tux half shrugged off. the digitalised final minutes of his match capture every ounce of his attentionย and you canโt help but wonder if his mind is elsewhere. aside from the sports. youโre so used to being the centre of his world, the only one he looks at that you worry he could be thinking of her tonight instead of you. reminiscing the way her fingers glided over his biceps to steady herself after her faked drunk stumbling.
it makes you sick to your stomach, how jealous you are when thereโs no need to be. you trust yoichi and you know that if the roles were reversed, he would trust you too. padding deeper into the room, you become hyper aware of the carpet beneath your toes that curl into it and the way yoichiโs shirt sticks to your damp body โ the fabric growing heavy as a result of the water from your shower that seeps into it. fidgeting before him, you note that your senses are heightened by unpleasant emotions of anxiousness and irritation, and clear your throat to speak.ย
this doesnโt grab your boyfriendโs attention either. so you cough louder before you voice your thoughts and feelings. โshe likes you, yanno,โ you hum, feigning nonchalance as you perch yourself on the arm of isagiโs chair. you throw your legs over the edge of the rest, feet falling into his lap. the star player says nothing but raises a brow in acknowledgment. heโs listening in now, whether he believes you or not. โhana, sheโs got a major thing for you.โ you go on, frowning with your lips drawn into a pout.
regrettably, this piques isagiโs interest โ one hand reaching for his sports drink with a straw as the other holds his phone steady. โno she doesnโt. sheโs just being friendly?โ confusion curls around his heart as he chews on the paper straw, inevitably turning it to mush between perfect rows of pearly white teeth. a poor attempt at avoiding his plush lips sucking on the straw is made, heating you up under the collar. for a moment, you forget that youโre mad and irritated, too enamoured by how attractive your boyfriend is even while doing the mundane.ย
you must be pulling a face, a discontented one, because isagi sets his drink down and smooths his palm over your bare calf to keep you in place โ making sure you donโt topple backwards over the edge of the seat. heโs paying attention now โ trying to decipher whether or not youโre being bratty or youโre genuinely upset. โshe brings you extra protein shakes when youโre not supposed to have them, and schedules you extra physical therapy sessions even though you donโt need them...โ you scoff as though your observations are the most obvious thing in the world, playing into yoichiโs concern for you. โhavenโt you noticed that? itโs weirdโฆโย
when he shakes his head โnoโ, you petulantly snatch his drink away from the table beside you both and take a sip, the dark haired playerโs cerulean eyes trailing to your lips around your straw and the way your adamโs apple faintly bobs in your throat. it clicks for him then, the way youโre subtly teasing him under the guise of being upset โ you always know how to keep him on his toes, his precious little menace.ย
youโre not really mad. just a little bit jealousโฆ and all you really want is to be spoiled with his attention.
yoichi clicks the power button on his phone, tossing the sleek black device onto the table. he looks at you then, gaze mirthy and amused as the rough palm of his hand slowly makes its way up to your thigh โ squeezing the doughy, exposed flesh in his own form of reassurance. โand thatโs not being friendly? she does the same for bachira.โ
thereโs an annoyingly condescending lilt to the tone of isagiโs voice now that his attention is fully on you. youโve started a dangerous game in an attempt to prove yourself as number one in yoichi isagiโs heart. the ghost of his touch slipping under the shirt that you wear, moving from your thigh to pinch the fat at your hips โ it makes saliva pool on your tongue, makes your vision swim, nearly distracting you from your mission to re-stake your claim on the star player.
he cocks his head up at you, squinting to see if your resolve will crumble just like he does with an opponent on the field.ย
โthatโs only because he pesters her for special treatment too and heโs your best friend,โ you squirm as though youโre a creature being inspected under a microscope, turning your nose up at your boyfriend. โdo you think i was being friendly with you when i was sneaking into your locker rooms during practices to spend extra time with you?โ lifting a hand, you ruffle his hair.
isagi shakes the dark locks of his bangs from his eyes, a deep chuckle rumbling in the depths of his chest and right through you. for a moment, he pretends to think โ reminiscing about all of the secret make-out sessions that took place during the early days of your relationship.ย
โyou werenโt?โย
โi wasnโt, i was flirting with you.โ you roll your eyes in response, ignoring the flutter in your heart at the sound.
faux surprise spreads across the slopes of his features like a filter at your reply and he tuts mockingly, as if to scold your scandalous behaviour back then. as if he didnโt thrive in it, adoring how you so boldly went after him. โand look where that got usโฆโ yoichiโs voice drops into a lower octave and maintains a breathiness that drives you insane, brushing over that patch in your brain that controls your lust and acts as the epicentre for your desire. you know that voice, youโve become so familiar with it over the years โ falling under its control under the moonlight and just before the sunrise, tangled up in sheets or pressed against walls. itโs the very voice isagi uses whenever he wants or craves you, matching the energy whenever you want him to.
in one sudden movement, yoichiโs using his grip on your hips to tug you into his widespread lap from the arm of the chair. his chin juts upwards in your direction, practically begging for a kiss once youโre settled โ plump pink lips spread into a hungry, lopsided smirk. daring and dangerous, coaxing you to take exactly what you want from the man before you.
you do just that, patience wearing thin as your fingers wrap around his loose black tie โ giving you the leverage to tug him into a slow, wet kiss. itโs not like the two of you havenโt ever kissed like this before, but even after all this time โ your tummy still fills with a myriad of butterflies whenever your lips meet. they fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. blue lockโs shining star locks lips with you so tenderly that you hardly notice his tongue prying your mouth open, licking over the barrier of your teeth to taste you before heโs squeezing your waist in his lap โ anything to get you to gasp and let him in.
the way he touches you, kisses you, sucks on your tongue as soon as heโs able to is intoxicating โ casting a dark veil over your brain to trap the static and prevent you from thinking about anything else aside from him. not that you care, not that you mindโฆbecause you know isagi is equally as infatuated with you as you are with him. the two of you have always been like this, perfectly balanced in your obsession with one another. saliva is swapped between you, fed to you by isagi as he licks into the hot cavern of your drooly mouth โ pouring his increasingly desperate moans into you. you wonder if he tastes the bitter jealousy pooling on the palette of your tongue, if thatโs what draws him into you, makes him suck the spit from the writhing pink muscle and press himself impossibly closer โ nose nudging yours throughout the eager rhythm of your airless exchange of bruising pecks.
if you try to breathe in between kisses, the only thing youโll be able to intake is him. his scent, musky and woody, the whisky seeping through his pores. the level of desire you have for him is too much for your body to handle, threatening to burst at the seams as lust brews under the heated surface of your skin โ intertwined with red blood cells shooting through your veins, travelling south. you flinch as your sex pulses to life in isagiโs lap, pathetically wet from how good he sounds mewling between slow, carefully placed smooches. youโd feel ashamed, but thereโs no time to be when your boyfriend is so intune with your body, quickly catching onto the blazing neediness that sets your insides alight from the way you instinctively buck down on him. he smirks against the swell of your lips, using his hold on your waist to show you that he feels the same โ pinning you onto his growing erection, hard and weighty between your damp thighs.
before the two of you can get too carried away, entirely too turned on from making out like two teenagers โ you pull back with spit-glazed lips and hazy eyes. โ...and look where itโll get her if she keeps this up...โย
isagi pouts at the separation, unconsciously chasing your mouth โ almost letting out a whimper when you purposely hold yourself out of his reach. โf-fuck iโฆ i donโt want to end up anywhere with her. i only have eyes for you. i only like you.โ he says firmly, like itโs a promise โ grinding up against you in an attempt to get you to give into him.
โjust like?โ you tease him happily.ย
โlove. i love you.โ he huffs with faux annoyance.
jealous nights will usually end like this. with you surrendering yourself just to end up with isagi ramming you through the mattress, proving the extent of his desire and dedication to youโฆbut this time, you want to be the one to remind him where he and who he belongs to.
at his admission, however, you feel a wave of cuteness aggression inside that twists deliciously with the pleasure beginning to form knots deep within and reach out for him; pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. โyouโre perfect, yoichi isagi. youโre precious.โย
โi could say the same about you, baby.โ isagi groans possessively once he realises your light affections are all heโs getting for now. in a last ditch effort, his slender fingers curl around the nape of your neck โ not to choke you, but to remind you of his presence and the sheer control he has over your body โ loyal to him and him alone. all he wants is a kiss, to bask in the sweet flavours and reminiscent alcohol dancing on your tongue but you have other plans.ย
dipping your head, you latch onto his unsuspecting earlobe โ pulling it between your teeth whilst your lashes flutter against the side of his face. you move on, sucking just underneath the same spot and relishing in the way his pulse races beneath your cherry-bitten lips. the unmarred, golden expanse of this throat becomes your next victim, soon to become the perfect canvas for a barrage of purpley-blue hues in the form of love bites. all isagi can do in response is whine and moan salaciously as you mark him up, make him yours. all while rutting his hardness into you, inevitably smearing early evidence of his arousal against the inside of his now-wrinkled suit pants.ย
โp-precious, what are you doing?โ sex crazed hormones begin to drift into the air, rattling about and colliding with kinetic energy as isagi begins to question you breathlessly. In all actuality, he doesnโt care, surrendering his body to your command and control.
โnothin.โ you purr coyly, letting go of his neck with a wet pop.
โdoesnโt feel like nothin to meโฆoh, okay. c-christ, okay.โ he tilts his head back, allowing you more room to work our magic on the column of his throat โ biting down hard on the sensitive spots youโve familiarised yourself with over the years. like his favourite, just above his adamโs apple, the one that makes him buck up impulsively and hiss when is pulsating cock brushes against the sticky outline of your clothed folds. he sighs out in content, voice deep and ladened with enough lust to send an electric current of ecstasy right through you. โb-baby,โ yoichi pants restlessly, arching away from the back of the chair, willing to receive anything you have to give to him. โy-you know, ego wonโt like it if you leave anything that showsโฆโ
and still, neither of you can find it within you to care. not when youโre like this, hung up on each other, barely holding back. โdonโt care. bโsides, you like itโฆโ your tongue rolls over the fresh bruises youโve left on him, soothing their sting as you speak. โhey, โichi?โ
heโs too dazed and turned on to form proper words, blue lockโs precious number one falling to pieces drunkardly looking down at you pressed up against his chest. โhmm?โ comes his lazy hum.
โlift up your shirt.โย
โwhโโย
โi know that you see yourself as mine, but let me show everyone else that youโre mine,โ isagi fucking adores you. you were always meant to be his and he was always meant to be yours. even on the field, playing his first love, heโs sure hasnโt been anyone quite able to match his ego and freak in the same way that you do. so he canโt say no to you, not when youโre pleading, aching to show him off and make it known that he is the centre of your world. slowly, he relents, undoing the last few buttons of his pressed-cotton dress shirt so that he can take the flailing ends of the material between his teeth. the both of you share a haughty groan as isagi reveals his blistering hot skin to the cool, airconditioned room. washboard abs contract under your greedy hands as you smooth over his lean frame โ defined by the hard work he does on the pitch every day.
you inch your way down his body, leaving a trail of wet kisses and sloppily placed hickies in your wake until youโre able to sink onto your knees between his spread thick thighs. the entire time, you keep your eyes locked on his โ never shying away or backing down, staring straight into mirthy ocean blue because you know just how much isagi loves it when you keep your eyes on him, when you look at him with those sweet puppy dog eyes. like heโs the only thing that exists in your world.
in all your years together, youโve come to know that yoichi isagi is much more of a giver than he is a receiver. you learned that very quickly and in the most appetisingly sinful ways possible. heโs always quick to go down on you, to taste you, gets a kick out of being the only one to put his mouth on you and know the best way to make you cum on his tongue. you wonder if heโd like the reverse treatment tonight. since, when you do actually get to give him head, heโs extra sensitive.
your cunt flutters at the idea of whatโs to come, but you push down your own selfish wants and needs to focus on the man panting in anticipation above you. โyoichi,โ you sigh, licking your lips once your knees are firmly planted on the floor โ their wet surface coasting over his toned stomach as it contracts felicitously. โwanna suck you off. iโm going to suck you off.โย
isagi sucks in a breath, slumping back in the seat and running a hand through his disheveled hair. โyeah? you are?โ he leers down at you languidly, his eyes darkening virulently โ their cobalt shine dimming as though a storm cloud has raged forward to block out all forms of sunlight emitting from your happy-go-lucky boyfriend. his switch has been flipped and youโre the only one to blame. โright now?โย
you pout and nod preciously, resting the chub of your cheek on his twitch thigh before you drag the pinkish tip of your tongue over his perfectly pressed black slacks. โi mean it, yoichi,โ he thinks youโre so cute like this, assertive. possessive. a carnal hankering for Japanโs best striker tearing through your body with unspeakable force. โright now.โ
โalright, alright,โ isagi raises his hands in joking defence, bright laughter brewing from deep within, before he cups your face to capture your gaze โ watching you with pride as your mouth accepts the thumb that glides over your bottom lip. โyou know, you donโt have to. i donโt want you to think that i need sex to be reminded of how much i love youโโ heโs reassuring with his words, because the pro player would never want to make you feel used over some slight jealousy but his concern quickly joins your melting pot of lust fuelled emotions when you suck down on his thumb. hard.
a teaser of whatโs to come.ย
nestling yourself back on your haunches, you beam up at the soccer player with sweet eyes that occasionally shoot down to his now, very prominent, pulsating erection as he manspreads a little more in place. the sight makes your mouth water and a hungry whine lodge itself in the base of your throat too. โi want to,โ you say. โi want you.โ
โyou want me, huh?โ he presses down on your tongue with an air of both fascination and condescension about him, enjoying your struggle as you lightly gargle around the rough pad of his digit and earning a saccharine simper from you. โwellโฆ thatโs nice to know, precious,โ isagi coos to you slyly, the slightest crack in his voice hinting at his slowly crumbling composure. the way he yearns for you, even while playing cool, will never cease to make you melt โ at the end of the day he craves your attention in the same way you long for his. itโs a delightful dynamic that never leaves either of you undesired because you know each other down to the dark depths of your souls, only fuelling the passion that buzzes between you and keeps your borderline obsessive relationship alive. โtell me more, let me hear itโฆ let me see it, babyโฆโ
pulling from the addictive, wet cavern of your mouth, isagi drags his saliva slicked thumb over your cupidโs bow โ smudging it over the corners of your lips with a satisfied hum. it almost sounds like heโs begging, pleading with you to fan at the flames of debauchery circulating through his bloodstream โ setting his body alight with bright white lust. like throwing wood or gasoline on an open fire, he wants you to feed his ego, stroke it until heโs certain that heโs the only one on your mind. the only one youโd die for and heaven knows youโd sing isagiโs praises until your final breath.ย
with your entire body bristling with joy and underlying pleasure at his intimate gestures, you keen into his firm thighs and chase the touch of his fingertips like a good girl. โi always do. i want you in every way. want you to know that youโre mineโฆโ you bleat earnestly, as though youโre stating an obvious fact. โand i want other people to know that tooโฆโย
instinctively, your lips part to reveal the thick web of drool that ties the roof of your mouth the your tongue. to see you like this, on your knees with a raging appetite does something insane to isagiโs ego, something of a power trip. it reminds him of how good he must be to get you so riled and fucked up over a girl he hardly cares about. practically salivating with the dire need to selfishly keep him all to yourself. in your heart of hearts youโll be the only one for him until the day he fades from this earth, but still, you feel an urge to prove that to him.ย
maybe itโs a little fucked up and twisted that he enjoys it, maybe itโs a little sinister that heโs basking in the way your eyes form heart shapes while you admire him from below โ like heโs some kind of god whoโs cock you want to serve and worship.
the foundations of your relationship with isagi might be loving and healthy โ the happiest youโve ever been with a partner in your lifeโฆbut it's woven together by strong threads of slightly unhealthy, unhinged monomania that neither of you care to get rid of any time soon. especially now that your lover isย hanging over you, starry eyed and rosy cheeked about to fuck your mouth in some lavish hotel room in a foreign country. you love this. you thrive on it.
โcome back to me, precious. donโt wander too far,โ isagiโs freehand once abandoned on the fabric arms of the chair takes yours, intertwining your fingers and guiding them over the bulge outlined in the dark material of his dress pants, sucking in a sharp breath when you begin to paw at him by your own will. โfuckโฆ thatโs what you do to me, baby. thatโs all you. no one else,โ his admission sends a shockwave of pleasure straight to your clit and coaxes you into the dark, inebriating enigma that is isagi yoichi, clouding your mind and expelling any thoughts you may have from your mind. he clicks his fingers before your dilated eyes, voice low and sexy when he speaks. โyouโre so pretty when youโre not paying attention, baby. thought you wanted all of mineโฆcโmere, suck my cock like you said you would. i wanna watch, wanna show you how i only have eyes for you.โย
you feel dizzy, like youโve fallen under a spell that you never want to wake from. โall me?โ your voice is quiet, raspy from the lust that you feel as your dainty hand roughly rubs at his dick print, back and forth, back and forth. god, you might really kill him. isagi. he might die here with you smiling up at him every time he twitches to life underneath your fingertips and heโd die happy.ย
and when you lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his clothed cock, he thinks he might have seen god. โall you, precious. just youโฆโ blue lockโs diamond in the rough races to finish his sentence, unable to fight his instinct to kiss you. appease you. pacify all of your doubts and worries and jealousy. he relents, giving into you โ licking past the seams of your swollen lips, just enough to leave you wanting more, blur the thoughts in your brain and put your mind at ease. isagi dangles himself and his body in front of you like a worshiper offering up a sacrificial lamb to the gods, to keep you wanting him and boosting his ego.
that way, you dance around each other, light on your toes, breathing new life and excitement into your relationship no matter who or what comes your way. it works; not that youโd expect anyone outside of the two of you to understand your functional dysfunctionality.ย
palming him harder and faster, you smooth a finger over the outline of your boyfriendโs leaky tip and watch hungrily as precum seeps through material โ effectively darkening it, and earning yourself petulant moans and whines from isagi. pretty sounds that just barely escape through perfect gritted teeth. its impossible not to adore the way that the star player, so strong and confident, trembles above you โ going as far to pet your pretty head to ground himself ( never to push your head down, he knows you donโt like that). he grows impatient, struggling to breathe, struggling with the idea of not fucking up into your mouth just yet. youโre torturing yoichi and he loves it, following you into the dark depths of hell.
โi love you like this yoichi; only i get you like this,โ you moan, evilly, lowly and tauntingly between his legs, knowingly pushing the pro player beyond his limits. โnot her, only i can be the one to taste you. thatโs why iโm yours and youโre mine.โ between each word, you mouth hotly at his sticky, clothed cockhead โ the condensed, temperate air seeping through the barriers of fabric that keep you from him.
you want him to admit it. to say that itโs true. you belong to each other.
subsequently, isagiโs head drops forward, a mop of blackened hair falling over his covetously clouded eyes โ pupils blown as the sunkissed surface of his bare chest glistens with a light sheet of sweat. โf-fuck,โ the soccer star curses quietly, the volume of his voice just high enough for you to hear.ย โonly you. youโre the only one. p-please precious. c-can i have your mouth on my cock now?โ
thatโs all you need to hear before youโre leaping forward like a lioness whoโs finally chosen her prey. โtake it off for me?โ whilst you busy yourself with peeling back the final two layers of your boyfriendโs clothes, without much care for their fine craftsmanship โ isagi, ever the sweetheart, does some of the work for you and fiddles with the belt cinched around his unfairly slender waist. he makes quick work of it too, hanging onto your every sugary word as the metal buckle clinks in your ears and his hips are set free from their clothed confines.
you leave intentionally placed love bites and hickies against his pelvis as his pants and boxers come down, knowing that theyโll sting with the reminder of you during his next match. then your tongue tangles in the dark curls of his happy trail, honeyed laughter echoing in your throat when isagiโs drippy girth finally comes into view. the entirety of him slaps against his shimmering, rock hard abs once enough of him is revealed to the world, spasming rhythmically as a result of the fresh, air-conditioned atmosphere.
not that youโve had much to compare it to, but youโre sure that yoichi isagi has the prettiest cock youโve ever seen. heโs thicker than he is long, yet the perfect size to keep you satisfied almost daily and plugged full of cum where it counts. contrastingly, his balls are round, plump, full of an ungodly amount of seed reserved only for you and the parts of your body he thinks itโll look best on. viscous, opaque precum beads at the slit on his tip, ready to be sampled.
and you do just that, leaning forward without using your hands and kitten licking the saltine stream of his essence from his mushroomed cockhead that burns a painful shade of crimson red โ completely flushed from your earlier ministrations. it shines sinfully as though its been glossed like your lips. not to mention, the veins that spiral decoratively all the way down isagiโs meaty shaft rival the colour of his azure eyes and pulsate with the lustful blood rush from his brain. you take care with your touch, keeping it tender as you wrap your dainty digits around him, flesh to flesh for the first time that night โ circling the pad of your thumb over his sensitive tip, smearing precum through itโs sticky slit sweetly.
โyโso pretty, yoichiโฆโ you say through a pleased shudder, misty bambi eyes flickering from his length in your hands to his handsome face โ twisted in ecstatic-like agony.ย
god, he smells like heaven, is all you can think as you slap your boyfriendโs thick dick against the palette of your tongue rolling over your bottom lip. a heavy musk mixed with blades of freshly cut grass fills your nose, drifts over your brain like a concentrated fog wafting through a swamp โ acting like the fumes of a sleep gas that dampen your ability to control your own consciousness. you become hyperaware of everything, the carpet brushing harshly against your bare knees, the weight of him against your tongue and the same tip of your tongue that writhes against the backs of your teeth, yoichiโs shaking thighs and how he throbs in your grip.
starting nice and slow, you jerk the parts of isagi not resting on your tongue โ a series of wrecked and strained sighs catching on the ridges of his throat when you adjust your hold on his dick, your slick palm pressing into prominent forked veins that wrap around his shaft. โyeah, says you,โ his breathing falters barely, managing to counter your compliment,ย โiโm all yours. do what you want with meโฆโ the air in his lungs grows scarce and thin like heโs been tossed into the depths of space and lost himself to the darkness of his own debauched mind, when you shake your head from side to side โ slurping down whatever paints the pink of your strawberry tongue with opaque white.
its nearly too much for isagi, the threat of bursting prematurely into your mouth, looming over him. so he does what any man should do before getting head from their precious girl. before you can move to take him into your mouth fully, just as you have done many times before, warm breath coasting along his chubby cock โ the soccer star swoops down once more, capturing your awaiting mouth in a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss.
yoichi sucks his own flavour from every inch of your tongue, making you mewl muffledly in surprise. you know his body all to well, youโre familiar with what makes him tick and what has him creaming in a matter of a few measly minutes โ but tonight, he wants to hold off, savour the special treatment you give him, giving you the time and attention you need to ( unnecessarily ) prove your position to him. where isagi is number one in japanโs soccer league โ you are number one in his heart and mind. a fact that he is proud to know.
you giggle against puffy lips that smack lewdly against yours, choosing to palm him instead of giving him head for time time being. his dick jumps to life at the gentle movement, spewing milky white against your knuckles while you form a closed fist around him. โgonna make you cum, โichi. thatโs what iโm gonna do with you,โ you state like its obvious, or at least try to, between selfish kisses and the lubricous sounds your hand makes as it glides up and down your boyfriendโs cock โ wet from where youโve been toying with and licking at him. your movements are also aided by the globes of precum that drip down to his balls from time to time.
โgodโฆ thatโs all i wanna do. fill that pretty mouth with my cum, watch you swallow itโฆโ isagi rasps with finality before breaking the kiss and pulling back to sit at attention. he stares down at you through unfairly long and dark lashes, obsidian black engulfing the assure in eyes as you drag your smooch swollen over the cream he leaks one last time. โcan i do that? please, precious?โย
the begging combined with the baritone register to isagiโs voice makes your skin crawl in the best of ways โ clearing your mind so that all you think about is him. his power over you despite his dick being at the mercy of your wet lips and gentle touch is something to be studied. instead of verbally responding, you let the physicality of your actions speak for themselves โ leaning forward, you take your boyfriend down your throat with practised ease, sinking down on him until his bulbous cockhead just barely grazes the back of your throat and your nose is tickled by his faint happy trail.
a symphony of soggy whimpers and lewd gargling noises tangle with the thick smog of lust in the air, isagiโs head collapsing back against the head of the chair โ midnight blue locks tousled against the furniture, sitting perfectly out of place.ย
your tongue molds against the curve in yoichiโs cock, flexing the pink muscle as it swirls from his chubby base up to his seedy tip. โfuuuck me, baby. always forget how fuckinโ good your mouth feels,โ the sensation leaves isagi unable to open his eyes, rendered useless as you lick and suck at him to your heartโs content โ he just barely manages to lift a shaky hand, lovingly rubbing over one of your cheeks as it bulges with his girth before moving to pet your head. your gaze flickers up and the all-star soccer player lets out a heaving laugh. โd-donโt worryโฆ โm not gonna push you down. iโd neverโฆ never do that to you,โ itโs too soon, to be this fucked up and high on ecstasy... but youโve always had that affect on him. that ability to make isagi see stars before the night has even begun. your shiny gaze and chubby cheeks so full of him only amplify his feelings, abs clenching to stave off a premature high. โneed to feel you, g-ground myself a littleโฆshit, youโre so perfect.โ
at the praise, a gentle hum from you reverberates around isagiโs cock, causing a lightening strike of dopamine to spark in the little space between his brain and his skull โ dazing him. โyouโre so good tโme, precious. how could i ever look at someone the way i look at you?โ he drawls, wiping a trace of drool from the corner of your mouth. โmy good girl, on her knees, taking me so well.โย notes of paise are lavishly layered over the whiny lilt to your boyfriendโs voice, only pushing you to work harder โ basking in the rewarding feeling of knowing that youโre the only one to have him like this.ย
hollowing your cheeks in the way you know he likes, you swallow him down and your throat contracts to tackle his thickness, until his sticky mushroomed tip is just barely brushing over your uvula. you were each otherโs firsts, isagiโs never had his cock sucked by anyone else nor anyone as talented as you. heโs so glad to have you, someone who cares to pay attention to what he likes and gets him off the quickest. he could never replace you, not when youโre down on your knees keeping him safe in the warmth of your wet and hungry mouth.ย
for a moment or two, you lazily bob your head โ eyes fluttering sleepily at the heaviness of yoichi against your saliva soaked tongue. it gives you time to taste him, the saltine precum he oozes, sliding down your throat like a viscous lava flow. his flavour is just as enticing as his scent, youโll never give that up, never let anyone else take this right away from you.
tilting your head to the side, you let isagi shallowly thrust into the soft epithelium of your cheek โ a string of colourful curses spilling from his frenzied mouth into the buzzing, sex tainted air. you give and he gives back, every time you gargle on his aching, pulsating cock he treats you with his own airy, pathetic moan. a never ending sinful cycle between the two of you.
โs-shit. such a dirty little trick, precious,โ a dirty laughter rings out into the night, fucked up and full of fondness. isagi throws a burly arm over his flushed face, hiding his blush and the shine on his face. โdonโt you need to come up for air?โ heโs done for, ruined โ evident in the way fat beads of sweat begin to bedazzle yoichiโs hairline, soaking through his dark coloured hair. the collar of his white dress shirt darkens as the liquid seeps through, showcasing how much of a mess youโve made him despite how amused he attempts to appear.
running your tongue over the veins on the underside of his cock, you smile with your dazzlingly pretty eyes and swallow him down to the base once more. โno? didnโt think soโฆ youโre so cock hungry and desperate to prove a point you wouldnโt waste a second without mine in your mouth,โ resolve weakened by your tantalising tongue andย gaze, blue lockโs all star player lets his filthy mouth run. every dirty, nasty, sick and twisted thought that comes to mind slips through your ears like treacle in the form of poorly structured sentences. acting just like he would be during a match. the sight and sound of yoichi isagi makes your cunt throb, that familiar feeling beginning to stem in the pit of your stomach. โlook so happy with me in your mouth, shouldโฆ let you suck me off more often,โย
youโd agree if you didnโt have your mouth full, spit and precum running down your chin โ glazing your lips like an expensive gloss that canโt go to waste. what you wouldnโt give to be able to worship isagi like this more oftenโฆ because giving him pleasure, is receiving it too. youโd be lying if you said you werenโt extremely turned on right now, juices basting the seat of your underwear; clit throbbing so ruthlessly that you have no choice but to grind your hips down against the floor to alleviate its ache. one word and isagi would do anything to take care of you, drag you onto his lap and pound up into you. perhaps flip you over in the chair and fuck you until you received noise complaints from the entire floor, not just his team. youโd love that, you both wouldโฆ but tonight was all about him.ย
all about telling him, showing him how heโs the only one that runs through your twisted mind. like a one track horse. and how you should be the only thing that runs through his mind.
even if your lungs burn with the dire need for oxygen, even if your head spins from the lack of air and even if your jaw locks from how long youโve been deepthroating the soccer star โ you won't stop. you canโt stop. not until heโs begging you for mercy and pleading with you to blow his load against your talented tongue or pretty face. everything makes it all worth it, to bring an egoist down a notch, humbling him and reminding him who it is that gives him that boost. isagi is worth it, those striking cobalt eyes fluttering and the pinkish blush blooming across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. all of it.ย
especially when his expression worsens, morphs into agonised bliss. when you draw back, plush lips wrapped around his tip, tauntingly squeeze his cock between slippery fingers and dance down to give the same treatment to his weighty balls โ plump and full of cum yet to be unleashed on you. dancing that fine line between pain and pleasure.ย
eventually, though, the ache in your chest becomes too much to bare and you pull from isagiโs dripping dick with a lewd pop โ panting for air. โyou taste so good, yoichi,โ you rasp, throat a little sore from blowing him off for so long. โare you gettinโ close?โ the innocent cadence to your voice sorely contradicts the iniquitous way that your palm replaces your mouth โ stroking yoichi at a strikingly rapid pace. the centre of your hand becomes doused with each movement, covered in a layer of opaque precum that practically pours down your wrist and over your knuckles.ย
โso close, baby. youโre gettinโ me so close,โ one thing thatโs certain, is that isagi will miss this once itโs all over. once the dam breaks and the passionate jealousy cools, heโll miss the view and your soft hands barely fitting around him. your cute little mouth sucking on him for all heโs worth. โmy girlโ knows just what to do to get me off. โm so lucky, so fucking luckyโฆโ he slurs avidly, chest heaving, throat running dry. yoichi throws his head back, desperately trying to delay his inevitable high so that he can selfishly stay in the moment with you.
but the pleasure mounts like the well cemented bricks of a sturdy house deep within his gut โ his insides twist deliciously, epinephrine and pure excitement shooting through his veins addictively. he knows this feeling all too well, that prickling sensation that creeps up on him during a match as well as the puzzle pieces that come into view. itโs the taste of victory, the taste of triumph and euphoria. the soccer star only ever gets this way when heโs on the pitch or when heโs at the mercy of his perfect girlfriend.ย
you.
all he needs is a little push to get over the edge, you know that. you can tell by the way he twitches in your soft grip while you continue to jerk him off lovingly. the soccer star instinctively starts to buck into the small fist you make around him โ syncing his movements with the flick of your wrist. almost like the perfect play. โsoโฆ let go for me, baby. please, let me have you,โ you giggle temptingly, regaining your breath. you hardly waste any time, increasing your speed until isagi is reduced to nothing but a puddle between your fingers. it doesnโt make you any better, youโre pawing at his spit slicked cock like itโs your full-time job.ย
midnight blue locks fly out of place whilst isagi shakes his head no, adamโs apple bobbing furiously in an attempt to force down beefy cries and greedy gripes. โn-no, not yet. canโt cum yet,โ he swears heโs not ready, that he needs to last longer but instantly contradicts himself. taut hips lose control; fucking your hand as though it were your cunt. โdonโt stop, precious. donโt you dare fucking stopโ!โ the tail end of his words die in the night air, twisting into a high pitched wail as you spit down onto the head of his girth. โo-oh god!โ
the frothy mix clings to the obvious veins decorating isagiโs chubby dick, oozing down to his balls and base. sliding slowly and then, isagiโs quite literally putty in your hands. milky and heavy when you dip your head, swiping your tongue through his tip, on the verge of making out with it. lapping at whatever he gives you happily.ย
encompassing isagiโs shaft in the wetness of your mouth, you work even harder to earn his high. nursing his tip, sensually massaging what doesnโt fit, moaning around him so that the vibrations shoot through him โ rattle around the inside of his skull so the only thing he hears and feels is you. by god, does it work, yoichi isagiโs mind is as clear as day โ devoid of any and all rational thought except for the puzzle pieces, fragments that piece you together entirely.ย
like he would during a soccer match, the fight of his life, he looks for whatโs missing โ what makes the perfect play and allows him to survive on the field a little longer. chasing that elusive goal and flash bang of adrenaline accompanying the heartbeat in his chest. except this isnโt a match or a friendly football game, this is the dance of strong willed desire that keeps him on his toes. this is the only relationship heโll ever want and have. you are the key to isagiโs survival, the missing part of his formula to life.ย
without you, there is no yoichi isagi. you make up more than half of him.ย
and so, as you consume his thoughts, fuck him good and make him see constellations made up by lust-blown stars โ the dark haired soccer player realises he wonโt ever let you doubt how precious you are to him and he wonโt ever let you think that a random girl could ever take your placeโฆ because thereโs no one else for him in this world aside from you. to him, youโre nothing short of perfection โ having your puffy lips wrapped around his sloppy, spit slicked shaft is just an added bonus.ย
โgonna make meโฆ lose it, precious,โ he gasps between high-pitched moans, sweat dripping down his throat โ a single bead running over his adamโs apple like a raindrop on a pane of glass. a theil courses through his system, jolting isagi in place as pick up speed around him โ jerking your head up and down, faster and faster. you add your delicate touch back into play, the combination of your flexible and drooling tongue with the way intermittently squeeze his length teases all of your boyfriendโs senses. he can taste how close his orgasm is, feel that pressure build and tingle in all four of his limbs, see the way your cheeks and chin glisten with spit and precum. heโs right on the edge, and if he closes his eyes even for a second โ he might miss how quick it all comes crashing down. โohmygodโฆ iโm close. r-right thereโฆ sweet jesus. babyโฆ!โ
you know the signs all too well, the tautness to his abs and stomach, fidgeting thighs and the practically sobbed out, laboured breaths that make isagi sound like heโs drowning โ locking eyes with you, angsty swirls of ocean blue boring into your soul, he knows that you know heโs about to burst. because your innocent eyes flicker with mirth and well you pull off his bright red cock to speak, never letting up on the relentless flick of his wrist โ your pouty lips quirk upwards into a cruel, calculated smirk. โcum in my mouth,โ you demand, no room for questioning. โgive it to me โichi. make a mess. give me your cum.โ heโs rendered incoherent from the pressure, any retort he had planned dissolved into a haze of need while yoichi frantical nods his head in agreement though he knows he wants to cum elsewhere.
in a battle of heart vs mind (or dick versus mind), what be wants you up there with him, kiss him, coaxing him through it โ instead he revels in the feeling of his sensitive tip slapping his dick on the flat surface of your tongue. youโre almost ashamed of how wet the connection sounds as the pink muscle writes in place, aching to swallow down all of his cum, pleasuring isagi with all that you can. his face scrunches again, a haughty moan ripping through the tense atmosphere when you experiment with your grip, alternating between gentler touches and a firm hold on the meat of him. his eyes screw shut while he fights little whimpers and moans. isagi always sounds so sexy when he's about to cum โ you can hardly get enough.ย
a surge of power courses through you as you tear the great egoist to pieces between your teeth and hands working him to the high heavens. your strokes become more insistent, matching the fastness to his uneven breathing. yoichiโs cock throbs rhythmically, forked veins pulsing as happy hormones dart from his brain, down his spine and to his balls aching for release. heโs almost there, walking the tightrope, dancing on a fine line โ isagiโs body tightness, muscles stiffening and thatโs when his eyes suddenly snap open wildly.ย ย
thatโs the final straw for yoichi. the nasty squelch that echoes from your slobbery mouth when his hips instinctively jump up to feed you his cock โ โnoโฆ no iโโ the soccer star stammers, pupils blown until they eclipse the midnight sky trapped in his eyes. his voice is strained, husky, as the world around him threatens to fall away. โfuuuck, thatโs itโฆโm cumminโโฆ shit. didnโt wannaโโ he punctuates his words with sharp, accidental thrusts and the first spurts of viscous and hot seed hit the back of your throat โ nearly taking you by surprise.ย
you canโt even bring yourself to stop, worshiping isagiโs dick like itโs godโs gift to mankind โ peering up at him with blissful hearts dazzling in your eyes because you need him to need you, to love you enough that heโll keep filling your mouth with his cum. heโs salty, creamy, everything you could ever want and it feels so good to make him tremble and shake above you. you press a hand against his tummy, feeling it tighten under your palm. your mouth is too wet, too hot, too perfect and far too much for him to handle and he crumbles like a tonne of bricks back down to earth.ย
just like that, the strikerโs orgasm continues to rip through him, painting your mouth a shade of white as his release copiously spurts from his ravaged cockhead. โyou gottaโฆ you gotta stop, precious,โ isagi heaves your name gently, because heโs still going and heโs far from done. at first, you feel scorned, cheeks and chest burning with embarrassment โ did you go too far? is this too much? does he notโฆ want you anymore? but your boyfriend is quick to reassure you, trembling hands lifting from the arms of the chair to cup your shiny, arousal soaked face tenderly. his own painted with a pained and pleading expression. โplease come up here baby, need you. still cumming, got me so fucked up.โ
letting go of his milky tip, you both greet each other with coy smiles. yoichi holds your face and you keep hold of his hard cock as you carefully crawl into his lap. he instantly guides you into a sloppy open mouthed kiss, simpering against your cum-soaked tongue in release as he sucks his own release off of it. the taste of himself is enough to keep isagi turned on, ploughing roughly into the โoโ shape your soft fist forms around him โ using your hand like his own personal fleshlight.ย
memorised by him, your lips chase after his, your eyes while you pump him through the rest of his plentiful orgasm โ little mewls of his name escaping into each warm breath you take between languid lip locks. theyโre lazy and dazed, entirelyย uncoordinated yet so completely addictive. all you want to do is taste him and all he wants to do is swallow you whole until youโre apart of him โ swapping spit, swapping the thickness of his cum that still remains on your tongue.
โoh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckโฆ canโt get enough of you. treat me so fuckinโ goodโฆโ yoichi trips and stumbles over his words, losing control of his taught hips that wildly grind and thrust into your sloppy palm. thick white oozes over the edge of your knuckles, an endless trail of it seemingly starting at the slit on his bright red tip. everything is a mess โย his body is drenched in sweat, his pants and your bare thighs soaked and stained with cum whilst his eyes borderline shine with tears. and despite it all, heโs the most beautiful thing youโve ever seen.ย
yoichi isagi is beautiful and heโs all yours.
squeezing the base of your boyfriendโs shaft as if to milk the very last drop of his orgasm out of him, you nudge your nose along the side of his own and press encouraging kisses over his cupidโs bow and swollen lips. youโve broken him in, made sure heโll never so much as look at or have the desire to fuck someone else ever. โmmphโฆ yoichi. keep on cumminโ for me, whatever you have to give. i want it,โ the size of him doubles as a second load builds up in his balls, dwarfing your hand that works him up in slow, silky strokes.ย
โi love you. fuck, i love you โ god!โ isagi becomes ravenous for his release and with one final guttural groan he paints your hand and your supple thighs with another round of heavy, white hot cum. his entire body shudders with the force of it, white nose crackling in his ears like static from an old fashioned TV. he feels like he might die, like he canโt breathe because of how much heโs cum by nowโฆ but youโre right there with him, foreheads pressed against each other and your lips a breathโs width away from swallowing down exhausted-sounding curse words.ย
his head falls to the crook of your neck, ragged breath fanning over your damp skin as yoichi mumbles the syllables of your name like a well rehearsed mantra โ spilling seed over your intertwined bodies, tucked into his cramped chair.ย
the temperature of the room begins to cool, silence now replacing the buzzing particles of lust that once filled the air. the egoist is still holding you tight, hiccuping incoherent thoughts and broken phrases against your flesh whilst he calms down. eventually, you break the quiet by smooching him softly on the side of his head, the two of you sharing a hushed giggle. โyou okay?โ you ask attentively, stroking back the mussed sweaty locks of his dark hair.
โmhmโฆmore than; think i got a little carried away,โ comes yoichiโs lazy reply before he cautiously leans back, flinching only when you release his sensitive sodden cock from your hold. glistening azure eyes sweep over your face and crinkle at the corner with a bashful smile. your egoist has faded away and your sweetheart boyfriend reappears for the final act. โsorry for pulling you off earlier i just, really really, wanted to kiss you.โย
shaking your head reassuringly, you lift your soiled hand to suck his cream from your fingers โ laughing when isagi leans up to lick the reminders of his release from the corner of your mouth dirtily. โi liked it, i think itโs hot how you always wanna taste yourself.โย
โwhat can i say? it tastes even better when itโs coming from youโฆโ he groans lowly at the sight of you cleaning your hand up, fighting the urge to pull you in for another round. โhowโs your jaw, and your knees?โย
โall good,โ your cleaner hand scales the length of isagiโs tired body, tracing over patterns of berry purples and midnight blues that have taken the shape of love bites across every inch of his golden skin. evidence of your promise to each other. โhope these arenโt too sore tomorrowโฆโ you add quietly, grinning at your work.
pride washes over him as you draw invisible lines between each bruise, connecting them like constellations. โi like my pleasure with a bit of pain. so, i think theyโre perfect,โ yoichi states before he takes your wrist in his large hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your pulse point. another silent promise, once that commits his heart to yours for as kind as youโll have him. โyou know how i feel about belonging to you. i am yours as much as you are mine โ even if we get a little crazy about it,โ thereโs hidden meaning in his words, a reference to hana and the jealously that sparked tonightโs raunchy rendezvous. โi love when you show me off, i love when you get like this. i love you all the time. i love you and no one else.โย
even though heโd just spent the better half of an hour moaning, crying and groaning your name โ isagi takes the time to address the worries that had led to the events of the evening. he loves you, and will only ever love you. no doe eyed, brand new and sparkly co-worker can change that. youโve been by his side since the very beginning, heโd be a fool to give up someone as perfect for him as you.
in other words, hana has nothing on you.ย
โi love you too,โ the butterflies return to your tummy as a bashful heat tingles just beneath the surface of your skin โ you distract yourself by closing your eyes and snuggling against yoichi, hiding your face in his bitten and bruised chest. โthink sheโll get the memo, though?โ you ask, biting back another round of sleepy laughter.
โoh, i think she absolutely will.โ isagi chuckles as his own eyes drift shut, resting his chin atop your head affectionately.ย
damn right she will.ย
BONUS:
you canโt get down to the pitch fast enough, and of course, hana beats you to it.ย
in the second half of whatโs supposed to be a friendly warm-up match before the next game, isagi is practically bulldozed over by a member of the opposing team. tensions are high, a perfectly calculated goal swiped from right between his feet fades into nothingness and your precious boyfriend is writhing in pain between freshly trimmed blades of grass and asphalt. as if acting on pure instinct, your legs move before your mind does and youโre darting from your seat in the stalls with other blue lock girlfriends and family members to be by the egoistโs side without even realising.
the tip of your toe just barely makes it onto the grass by the time hana is cosying up to yoichi, his head in her lap, beautiful face contorted with discomfort while she innocently inspects his body for any signs of injury. of course she gets to him first. this is practically the better half of her job but even after your night with isagi, that doesnโt mean youโve learned to trust her too.
and so, you end up trotting behind the pair and the medical team as they manoeuvre your boyfriend off the pitch. you visibly cringe when hana insists that she โhandle him from hereโ as they go. some of the boys laugh at that, you think.ย
โthat was quite the fall you took there, yoichi, do youโฆ mind if i take a look?โ she asks him in a sickly sweet tone, the kind that gives you a toothache or makes your stomach twist like youโve had too much sugar. sheโs dying to give him a pat down, you think, entirely too close to him now that theyโre settled in the medical bay. โitโll only take a second.โ
yoichi shrugs, twitching to get back out there and into the game. back out there to show off for you, make you proud. โsure.โ
a little frown tugs on hanaโs lips whilst she stands before him, heโs colder than usual but continues her work โ tipping and tapping at the parts of the star player she thinks are injured. โany pain in your ankle?โย
โnope.โย
โknee?โ
โnah.โย
โshoulder?โ
โfeels goodโฆโ the blue eyed striker interjects, patience wearing slightly thin. โare we almost done here?โย
isagi rolls his shoulder experimentally to double check his own pain levels but just as he lifts his arm, hana presses down on his ribcage โ nodding to herself once the pro player hisses uncomfortably. โribs,โ her hand slips dangerously low. โhips too. take off your shirt, we might need to put some muscle gel on there if we want to get you back out there!โย
it could all be in his head, the slight bite of excitement nestled deep within her high pitched, candied voice. sheโs just doing her job. sheโs just being niceโฆ but after all that you and isagi discussed ( or at least attempted to, with his dick in your mouth for most of the evening ), he canโt help but let his suspicions grow. even still; yoichi does as heโs told, slowly rolling up two layers of polyester and spandex ( from his football jersey and compression shirt )ย to reveal his perfectly carved, marbled body to underlyingly hungry eyes.ย
a gasp rips through the quietness of the medical bay, not the reaction both isagi nor hana were looking for. where blue lockโs number one was expecting actual medical advice, she was expecting injured but otherwise golden delicious skin, her greedy gaze meetโs yoichiโs bruised and bitten flesh, a trail of slightly swollen love bites extend from his neck and collar bones, over his chest and between plush pecs, all the way down to his pelvis and probably beyondโฆ
hanaโs cheeks immediately flush, her gaze averting isagiโs bright ocean eyes and hands immediately pulling away from his body. โo-oh my godโฆ i-isagi where did you get all of those bruises?โ she feigns surprise. they both know sheโs not stupid. anyone with an active sex life and enough common sense can tell that yoichi isagi is covered in hickies.
what she means to ask isโฆ who did this to you?ย
a personal question with an answer she doesnโt really want to know โ one thatโll shatter her heart and whatever fantasy she had of herself and pro player in her head. a stupid crush squashed before her very own eyes.ย
an awkward silence fills the room, only broken by the light humming of the artificial white lights hanging up above. yoichi grins sheepishly, at least thatโs what it seems like to hana, rubbing the back of his neck as if to soothe an embarrassed heat that blossoms there. โoh wellโฆ my girlfriend gave them to me...โ he laughs lightly, crinkles forming happily at the corners of mirthy blue eyes. what she doesnโt know is how intentional isagi can be. how he likes to see an opponent squirm like an insect under a microscope during a challenge. you see, heโs realised it now, put the pieces together. if it hadnโt been for you staking your claim on him, hana probably would have made a move. too bad heโs only got tunnel vision for you. โwe must have gotten carried away, she loves to see me play, yanno?โ he adds with another bout of sweet laughter. โshe was in the stands earlier, wearing my number. sheโs the cutest thing.โย
recognition sparks across hanaโs face. the last piece of the puzzle falling into place a little too late. she knows who you are, of course. youโve always been around. always clinging onto isagi. she just neverโฆ her entire body writhes in place, tense and humiliated โ doing her best to chuckle along with the soccer star seated before her.ย
yoichi knows that heโs being a little mean, doing all this. putting on a show. subtly declaring his love for you. but heโs setting a boundary that should have been put in place a long time ago and by the way you look at him as you slip silently into the room โ eyes so full of love and appreciation, he can tell heโs doing a good job. heโs reaffirmed his love for you in the most meaningful way and thatโs all that matters to him.
he doesnโt care for hana, not in the way he does for you and he probably never will. that should have been made clear from the very start.
โiโm sureโฆ iโm sure the two of you make a great couple a-and i bet you look great together!โ hana stutters, finally looking isagi in the eye as she sweeps her jealously under the rug. โsheโs lucky to have found youโฆโ she mutters the last part under her breath, hoping he doesnโt notice.ย
but isagi isnโt looking at her and he does notice, instead choosing to stay focused on the point over her shoulder where you stand โ ocean eyes and stormy gaze lasered in on you and only you. he notes the relief that washes over your worried body language once you know that heโs truly okay. not to mention the subtle quirk in your lips as you give him an angelic smile. he canโt help but mirror it, truly enamoured by you, amused at himself and how he gets tunnel vision just by looking at you.ย
โi know we do and iโm the lucky one, she loves unconditionally,โ isagi states like his word is fact, because to him, it is. youโre the only thing that matters in this world, his biggest blessing to date.ย โi will only ever have eyes for her.โ
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โ warnings. โ fem! reader, breeding kink, spit kink, cum eating, very messy, possessive boys, lovesick and pussydrunk giggles, oral (fem! receiving), hitting it raw
โ โ BLADE
there's no lead in with your boyfriend, no warm upโ not with blade, yeah? not with him, just your thighs lazily thrown over his shoulders and his mouth dragging down between them like he's searching for something that'll surely save his heart.
his tongue was brutal and mean attacking the little pearl through the protective hood of your clit, making you instantly flinch into him, whimpering from the pressure as he groans like it only made him harder the more he heard you voice yourself. by now, his face shimmered of spit and slick before he pulls backโ just to let a thick globule of spit hit your messy cunt again, big and heavy and right on your entranceโ blade groans out at the sheer sight, "you want to be used, don't you? made a mess of? filled so deep it leaks out of you for days."
"that's what you've said, haven't you?" he was awfully good at giving you what you've sought after and blade doesn't stop, not even when you're shaking, not even when your breath fractures into broken little sobs.
he only drives into you over and over, stuffing you so full it spills out around him and covers his girth and pelvis, a sight both so hot and humiliating it turned your thighs into jellyโ not to mention when it's sticking to his skin or soaking into the ruined sheets below.
you feel it allโ feel the mess you've made and the weight of it on both of your bodies, the slow, endless filling of his cum pumping into you until you felt like you couldn't possibly breathe anymoreโ yet he just kept going, naturally, like he's literally carving himself into you, like he's trying to brand his existence into the deepest, most secret parts of your body so he'd for once, love being alive.
he huffs out when you sob into his lips, a gravelly noise torn from the bottom of his chest as he continues grinding into you with a brutal force that left you gasping, half-sobbing against his strong chest, "i'll ruin every inch," and you can't tell if he's actually shaking from restraint or insane hunger for you.
every greedy shove of hips against your cunt carved a deeper wound inside you, raw, passionate and the friction unbearable, your thighs slick and weak from the hefty fullness he's forced upon your hole, your hands sliding uselessly against his armsโ clinging one moment and slipping the next, your body too wrung out to do anything but take him.
slick and semen spill out around where he bullies himself deeper, a vulgar, sticky testament to how little control he has leftโ how littleย youย have left, all you can do is tremble and arch into him, as well as clutch at him with your numb fingers grazing at his biceps while he groans into your throat like he'll die if he doesn't break you open a little more.
his hands were splayed at your hips like he's holding together something broken, but it's not youโ it's him, something's fracturing, something sharp and cavernous and when blade finally presses in once more, pistoling his cock through everything you've given him, the filthy mixture of your arousal and his cum covering the insides of your thighs as bladeย groansโ a raw, strangled thing that sounded like a force of life had crushed through him.
well, there you see it, he was showing it, already wanting to be ready for another round, correct?
because blade's not done, oh no don't be silly nowโ he'll never be done, his cock was already glazed in the evidence of your last few rounds and still he shoves it back in like he's punishing you for how wet and how soft and howย tightย you were for him.
"you'll keep squeezing me like that, i'll fill you again, i swearโ" his voice catches, one uncoordinated thrust of through your hole and he moans, hips twitching with mild overstimulation, "fuck, i'll keep doing it until you can't walk" as the tremble in his hands betrayed how close he truly was, how the tight, wet clench of your walls sucking him in was unraveling him thread by desperate thread.ย
โ โ WELT
"this is all i was asking for," welt purrs at you, his voice resembling poisoned silk as he dragged two fingers through your soaked mess, his lips curled up in a smirk, "you're leaking already for me, how shameful."
the man doesn't hide how hard he got seeing the way your body reacted to his faint touchesโ how he readjusted his boxers when your slick gathered so easily on his fingers, the way it glistened when he held it to the light like a chemist examining his prized specimen.
welt tastes it instantly, although slow, his tongue curling around the evidence as he groans at your taste infiltrating his taste buds, "i'll fuck you until you cry for mercy and beg me not to stop, i want to see it allโ your spit, your cum, me, dripping from every hole, every inch of you marked," there, listen close, welt was laughing again.
not mockery,ย but devotionโ fanged and fevered, unwell and you're beneath him and he's alreadyย soakedย you again, cock smacking against your folds with disgustingly wet slaps of slick and spit glazing your thighs as welt just hums like a man given purpose.
"you think i'm stopping?" he whispers against your temple, tongue dragging hot over the shell of your ear, "after Iย just made you cum on my cock like that?" as you're still twitching from the aftermath, overstimmed to the brim, your cunt a mess and full, fuck, and he just shifts back slightly to admire the sight, what a man gone mad.
welt couldn't stop looking at how your hole pulses and spasms like it's begging for more,ย reachingย for him, greedy and flushed and leaking cum, "look at that, so empty, so needy," he smears his fingers through the mess he's left inside you, presses the slick digits to your lips, "taste that, that's mine," and when he fucks back in, he abruptlyย spitsย on your tongue.
"don't swallow it yet, let it stay there. let me see itโ dripping down your chin like the perfect little thing you are."
โ โ ANAXA
anaxa doesn't wait, in fact, ugh, come on now, lets remain honest hereโ did he ever strike you as somebody who'd kindly wait for you to settle onto the bed when you don't even need to blink before he's shoving you onto the bed like gravity has betrayed you all by himself?
like heย ownsย the air in your lungs and intends to squeeze every last moan out with his hands, his hips, his cock.
"witness yourself," anaxa breathes out, a low, menacing murmur, gloved fingers prying you apart with slow, clinical cruelty, like he's cataloging something rare and precious in his mind, only to later defile it with his slender hands, "already soaked for me? already out of breath too? and i've barely even laid claim on you, ah, how do you expect to survive me, little one?"
he leans in to be face level with your glistening pussy, his breath fanning against your folds as he spits, repeatedlyโ once slow, twice againโ right over your swollen folds. it trickles down in a glistening line and he watches with a hollow, consuming hunger, like a scholar before a ritual.
"even better now," his voice cuts low, scraping through the thick air as you whine out his name, your nipples hard and erected from how anaxa has been handling you, "so prettily aching for me, huh? you want to be ruined, don't you? stretched wide, stuffed full, yeah, so full it spills out of you, again and again and you'll still beg for more."
"I just know you will," as he pushes himself in with a groan, the large and shuddering stretch on your pussy stinging instantly before you felt a familiar heat greet your wallsโ the split alone folds you in half, has your toes curling and your nails scrambling for anything to hold onto as anaxa carefully pinned down your wrists, dragging your hands up above your head, beginning toย fuck you.
"you're mine now," he breathes, lips brushing your ear, "every drop you spillโ mine, every tear you cry from getting fucked so hard you forget your nameโ it belongs to me."
he thrusts harder, chasing the sound of your body squelching beneath him as you clench tight and cry out, making him lose his fucking mind. one hand leaves your wrists to force your jaw open, his spit falling directly onto your tongue before he leans in to kiss it deeper into your throat.
"i'll ruin you so many times, you won't know which mess came first, mine or yours," and when he does, inch by inch, a high pitched moan shatters over your cries as you wince out his name when his cock massaged over your walls repeatedly well, his skilled fingers rubbing your tits ever so tenderly.
if only he wasn't so damn messyโ your thighs slick with everything he's spilled inside you, rubbing the head of his cock through the cum-slick mess between your legs just to spread it over yourself more, fuck, anaxa really cannot stop.
โ โ PHAINON
an impassioned and heavy stillness seemed to press down the air on itself, and in that darkened room you've found yourself splayed out right underneath phainon's towering frame, trembling under the cool, hefty weight of him.
"sweetheart, you're clenching," he says, quite fascinated, as he pushes into you with a low, shaky moan, "gripping me so tightโ do youย wantย to milk every drop out of me?"
he's obsessed with it, the mess, the physical evidence of what you're doing to him as he leans down, biting your shoulder, thrusting deeper just to hear the wet, obscene squelches of his warm cum inside you, "again," he whispers, voice cracking, "i need to see more, more of it leaking out, down your thighs, on my cock, fuck, fuck, on your stomach too, fuckโ i need to paint you with it."
you're both drenched, tangled in sweat and spit and endless release, his hands greedily spreading your folds to admire the way you glisten with all he's spilled inside you, "you'll remember me by the way youย drip," he breathes, "every time you move, it'll remind you who ruined you."
phainon has already fucked you twice and still looks like he's starving.
his hair was stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped down his chest, yet his hands haven't stopped shaking since the moment you moaned out his name and pulled him in the first time.
you're dazed, truly, raw and full of warm cum and yet he's still staring between your legs like you're an unanswered prayer, "can't help it," he murmurs, almost apologeticโ almost, "when i see it like that."
his voice trails off as he drags his fingers through your wrecked cunt with cumย drippingย out of you instantly, coating his fingers in strings that glisten under the low light, "fuckโ fuck," phainon moans before immediately shoving his fingers into your mouth, "taste it, baby come on, tell me it's not perfect."
you filthily whimper around his fingers, suckling on them and rolling your tongue over his knuckles as his cock twitches, "no, noโ don't close your legs now," as he pulls them open again, wider this time and groans at the sight of his cum leaking out in slow, wet rivulets, "keep them open, yeah? i want to see it, all of it, i need to see how many times i can fill you before your body can't hold it anymore."
phainon leans in, whispers hot against your throat as he presses his cum-stricken fingers against your tongue, "you'll let me try, won't you?"
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this picture is cracking me up so bad house looks like a recently divorced dad who's spending the weekend with his son and decided to take him to the amusement park