"kneel." kaiser demands, staring at you intently as you silently submit to him. you pull down his boxers, showing off his leaking, throbbing cock.
one of the things you've learned about kaiser is that he loves it messy. and you love pleasing him - hearing the praises that spill out of his mouth makes you throb.
you start with sucking on the tip, tasting the pre-cum on your tongue. slowly, you make your way down his cock, jerking the rest of him that you can't seem to reach. once you get the hang of it, you try to take him whole but you choke, saliva dripping out of your small mouth.
kaiser groans when he feels his dick hit the walls of your throat. he loves the look on your face. the teary, doe-eyed look accompanied with the dripping saliva. he reaches for your throat, feeling his cock move inside of it, like he's sizing you up, seeing if you can take any more of his length.
you open your jaw wider in attempts to take more of him but only to pull his cock out of your mouth, coughing.
"is it too much?" kaiser taunts, rough fingers gripping your cheeks, snake-like eyes devoid of any kindness. it should be scary, this state of kaiser, but it makes you whimper and ignore the soreness growing on your jaw.
"n-no," you shake your head in response, reaching for his cock again which makes him smirk at your submissiveness.
this time, you lap at the length and make your way down to his balls, suckling them. he groans at the sight and curses when he feels your soft hands play with the other one.
the smell makes you moan, the perfect mixture of his musk and sweat is intoxicating. and you can't seem to stop. your mouth finds his cock once again, bobbing your more sloppily now.
the thick slick of your saliva travels down to his balls and his fingers thread through your hair as a silent praise.
"you're so fucking good," he hisses, hips twitching when he feels your hand cup his balls again, like he can't take any more of it.
choked up moans vibrate against his cock and the grip he has on your hair tightens, unexpectedly pulling you off of him.
kaiser's rough fingers meet your cheeks. the pad of his thumb coaxes your mouth to open, and you follow, knowing whats to come.
kaiser gathers a glob of his saliva, spitting right in your messy mouth. you swallow, just like he always asks you to.
he gives you his winning smile and pats your puffy, swollen cheeks.
Heyyy, I saw ringasm had once Sent a req? And I’m wondering if you knew why they were deactivated, if you don’t feel comfortable or anything you can ignore this <3
hello, i've answered this already but i did not know ringasm personally! my guess is that they have switched blogs or left tumblr
a/n: read the tags, not my problem otherwise. :looksaway: anyways, fun fact, football/soccer is so insanely popular on instagram. ronaldo is the most followed account with 579M (the only individual to pass 500M, the other is the ig account), closely followed by messi with 457M. 2 football clubs and 2 other football athletes-ish are also on the top 50 list. i was genuinely amazed?
Happiness is sharing that meal with the man you love the most, global football star, Itoshi Sae. After so many years of hard work, Sae is finally the star mid-fielder for FC Barcha. He has so many commercial gigs, sponsorships, and invitations to special events and dinners. With Sae, you have tasted things beyond your wildest dreams. You cannot imagine a better version of your life than the one right now, next to him.
It’s glamor and perfection for a little while. One day, the news headline flashes “Itoshi Rin: Star Striker of Bastard München”. That day, you see a new, unfamiliar expression on Sae’s face. You don’t have a word for it, but you can describe it as a peculiar mix of pride and disgust. But he’s the only one you’ll ever look at. The best in the world, to you forever. You think it’s enough.
"kaiser was really feeling it today, huh," you remark innocently, opening the lid to the rice cooker.
isagi is slouched over the kitchen table, exhausted from his match. "i know what you're doing," he mumbles tiredly, "it's not going to work."
you blink innocently. "i don't know what you mean," you say airily, filling his bowl with rice, just the way he likes it.
he doesn't answer you while you get dinner ready. isagi never asks for anything specific, he likes all kinds of foods, but he always asks for a homecooked meal on match day. you set the rice and fish in front of him when he finally looks up at you.
"i'm not in the mood, okay?" he tells you.
you pout, knowing he likes it when you play dumb. "but yoichi, i missed you so much. you've been practicing a lot lately..."
he shrugs you off, digging into his food instead. you pick at yours, feeling neglected. you run your foot along his calf, peering at his face for any reaction.
but he doesn't, so you pout.
"so..." you start innocently, "you let kaiser have all the goals today, baby?"
there's a deafening silence, before isagi swallows his food and takes a slow sip of his water. you bite your lip in anticipation, knowing this set him off, rubbing your thighs together to offset the arousal.
"stand up," he demands, getting up from his chair at the same time.
you shyly get up, and as soon as you're up, he grabs you by the neck, his thick fingers digging into the sides until you feel the pressure build in your head, until you're sputtering and your feet are barely touching the ground anymore.
"i told you not to test me today," he grits through clenched teeth, "i told you, i wasn't in the mood."
once you start digging your nails into his arm, he lets you down. you gasp for air and your knees buckle from the disorientation. isagi immediately bends you over the dinner table.
he bunches up the skirt of your satin slip around your hips, baring your ass to him. he smacks you once, twice, three times.
when you try to turn to look at him, he holds you down by the back of your neck, making a sound of disapproval, and pressing your face against the table.
"i thought you were going to be my good girl?" isagi scolds, rubbing his palm over the raw flesh.
you whimper, "i am..."
"no," he replies, ripping your flimsy thong off with one tug, "i don't think you are."
he spreads you wide, dragging a finger through your folds, before pressing one inside your little pussy. your whole body reacts, so high on sensations, straining against his hold. but he keeps you down, fingering you slowly.
"you think you deserve this?" he asks, pressing against that spot inside you, "...after talking to me like that?"
"please?" you beg, wiggling your hips to get closer.
but he stops, pulling out, and landing another hard slap on the flesh of your ass. you jerk, the sting contrasting so harshly against the pleasure.
you can hear his clothes rustling, and then you feel the head of his cock pressing against your folds. he barely presses the tip in, as if teasing you, coating it in your fluids. you moan, yearning, wanting just another inch.
but he pulls out, and instead he spreads you open again, and spits on your asshole. you instantly tighten, knowing what's coming instead. but his hand is still holding you down, keeping you from escaping him.
"you don't like being a bad girl anymore?" he taunts, watching you struggle, knowing you don't like it when he makes it hurt.
"no!" you squeal when you feel the head pressing against your tight hole. "i'm sorry," you plead, "i'm sorry, i'm so—"
isagi grunts when he finally manages to press into your asshole. you're kicking your feet, mewling as he gets deeper, stretching you painfully, but he doesn't relent until he's fully slotted inside you. he slaps you again to stop your movements.
"come on," he grunts, voice tight from how much you're clenched around him, "if you're gonna act like a bitch, you gotta take it like one, too."
there are tears streaming down your face now, from frustration, from pain, from the how overwhelming it all is. "i'm sorry, yoichi..." you cry quietly.
"shhh," he soothes, pressing down on your face into the table, "i know, babe..."
isagi starts to fuck you in slow strokes, but he quickly loses sight of it when he feels your asshole suck him in so nicely, so tightly, and fucks you harder, faster, in short strokes. he bends himself over to press his body against yours, leveraging himself to slam into you.
"it hurts—" you whine louder.
he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and murmurs, "you're sorry, right?"
"yes," you answer breathlessly, "yes, i'm sorry—"
he seems satisfied with your desperation, letting your neck go, reaching over to fondle your clit instead. the pain from his cock stretching you out fades, and you realize, he's going to let you cum.
you almost sob in relief when the pleasure starts building in your belly. you're on your toes now, pressing up to him so that he can fill you up, letting his fingers glide over your sensitive spots.
"i knew you would like taking me here," he grins, cupping your tits in his other hand, roughly flicking your nipple with his callous thumb, "you're so fucking tight.."
you're wound so tight, so close, but then he stops, uncomfortably deep inside you.
"you have to beg for it," isagi groans in your ear.
"please let me cum, yoichi," you sob, still on your toes, tipping yourself towards him, "i-i'm sorry for what i said..."
he makes a vague sound of approval, before he kisses the top of your head, and starts moving his hips again. his fingers are warm on your clit, building the pressure again.
he murmurs you're my good girl, over and over. it rushes to your head. you didn't want to cum from getting your asshole fucked, he knows you don't enjoy it, but his praise rushes through your body, heightening the pleasure from his hands.
"yoichi—" you gasp when you cum, coming apart in his arms.
he rubs your clit until you're limp in his arms, fingers drenched from your arousal. he brings them up to your face, hooking them in your mouth.
"clean it while i finish fucking this ass," he commands, and you moan helplessly in response.
he pulls your head back roughly as he starts to fuck you harder, his cock tunneling into you. it hurts even more now that you're sensitive all over. there's drool all over your chin from having your mouth forced open, and you're dripping out of every hole by the time he's spurting hot ropes of cum inside you.
"hold it in," he grunts, pulling out, "i'm gonna plug you, and you're going to wash the dishes. i don't want a drop lost until i fuck you again tonight."
you nod, and he cruelly slaps you one more time for good measure.
"kneel." kaiser demands, staring at you intently as you silently submit to him. you pull down his boxers, showing off his leaking, throbbing cock.
one of the things you've learned about kaiser is that he loves it messy. and you love pleasing him - hearing the praises that spill out of his mouth makes you throb.
you start with sucking on the tip, tasting the pre-cum on your tongue. slowly, you make your way down his cock, jerking the rest of him that you can't seem to reach. once you get the hang of it, you try to take him whole but you choke, saliva dripping out of your small mouth.
kaiser groans when he feels his dick hit the walls of your throat. he loves the look on your face. the teary, doe-eyed look accompanied with the dripping saliva. he reaches for your throat, feeling his cock move inside of it, like he's sizing you up, seeing if you can take any more of his length.
you open your jaw wider in attempts to take more of him but only to pull his cock out of your mouth, coughing.
"is it too much?" kaiser taunts, rough fingers gripping your cheeks, snake-like eyes devoid of any kindness. it should be scary, this state of kaiser, but it makes you whimper and ignore the soreness growing on your jaw.
"n-no," you shake your head in response, reaching for his cock again which makes him smirk at your submissiveness.
this time, you lap at the length and make your way down to his balls, suckling them. he groans at the sight and curses when he feels your soft hands play with the other one.
the smell makes you moan, the perfect mixture of his musk and sweat is intoxicating. and you can't seem to stop. your mouth finds his cock once again, bobbing your more sloppily now.
the thick slick of your saliva travels down to his balls and his fingers thread through your hair as a silent praise.
"you're so fucking good," he hisses, hips twitching when he feels your hand cup his balls again, like he can't take any more of it.
choked up moans vibrate against his cock and the grip he has on your hair tightens, unexpectedly pulling you off of him.
kaiser's rough fingers meet your cheeks. the pad of his thumb coaxes your mouth to open, and you follow, knowing whats to come.
kaiser gathers a glob of his saliva, spitting right in your messy mouth. you swallow, just like he always asks you to.
he gives you his winning smile and pats your puffy, swollen cheeks.
cw: smut, fingering, public sex (ish), dubcon, michael kaiser >:(
michael never misses the opportunity to touch you - even in public, and especially when he’s having a team dinner with his teammates.
he is absolutely shameless.
he’s quite subtle at first. his warm hand resting on your thigh, drawing circles on your skin, a common display of affection from him. then, his hand starts to wander higher and higher, which is hard to ignore when the conversation starts to bore you a little.
“michael!” you scold him quietly, slapping his hand away before he starts to get any ideas.
“yes, dear?” he challenges you, smirking, and completely ignoring your efforts to stop him. but he obeys. only for a little while.
a hand meets your inner thigh again but time, now dangerously close to you heat, your skirt lifting upwards at the action.
just as you’re about to scold him again, his teammate’s cheers cut you off and he takes this as an opportunity to pull your panties to the side, slipping a finger in your soaked cunt.
“aw, baby,” he coos and all you can do is take a sip of your wine. another finger enters your cunt and you shiver, pussy throbbing at the sudden stretch. the palm of his hand presses against your clit and you want to die.
michael rubs your back gently and brings his other hand on your temple, feigning concern. “is everything alright? you feel a little, hot princess.”
you nod and grit a quiet yes through your teeth, subconsciously opening your thighs. and you’re glad that none of his teammates are paying attention to you both.
his fingers pump in and out of you, the loudness of the group masking the quiet squelching noise of your pussy.
it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are. you can feel it on the seat - your wetness spreading all the way to the inside of your thighs, excess fluids soaking the cushion.
when he stuffs another finger inside of your pussy, you almost moan at the feeling. his long fingers skillfully press against the squishy spot inside of you. you instinctively grasp at his ink filled arm, nails scratching at his skin, unable to contain yourself.
he finds that sweet spot again and your tummy twitches, hand accidentally banging on the table at the sudden pleasure.
several eyes meet yours and kaiser apologizes for you, claiming that you can’t handle your alcohol. if only they knew that your boyfriend’s knuckles deep in your cunt right now. you quickly mutter an apology again, waving them off giving everyone a sheepish smile.
however, the second everyone’s attention subsides, there’s a glimmer in your boyfriends eyes and a devilish grin forming in his face.
“if you wanna give them a show, then give them a show sweetheart.”
I‘m actually thirsting so much over this man it‘s insane </333
Sends you short videos, maybe about 30 seconds where he fucks his fists while cursing and moaning under his breath so attractive! Bucks his hips up into the tight ring he formed with his fingers, whimpers leaving his throat when otoya squeezes his fist a little tighter around his head. Stops the video right before he cums just to tease you :((
Makes me wanna call otoya and tell him how he should touch himself if he wants a treat <3
hi hi!!!
yes!! otoya is definitely a tease and he'll make u work for it too. and the vids he sends you are so good... the head of his cock red and leaking of pre-cum, breath ragged while groaning out your name. and its soo frustrating but he loves seeing you beg. he loves seeing your reaction when you don't get what you want and he loves when you're all so worked up just from seeing him fuck his own fist :(
he's the biggestttt tease and flirt and he knows how and when to push ur buttons!!!!!
CW: smut, fratboy!oliver (i swear he is an actual sweetheart ..), petnames, creampie, mating press, choking, alcohol use, mild noncon filming (if u squint)
word count: 2.1k
a/n: frat!au bllk (and oliver) has been plaguing my mind lately .. so i might just make this a mini series
Oliver has always been a tease. He’s a flirt with everyone but especially with you.
Your friends have continuously told you to ignore it and to ignore him because everyone knows he’s just trying to get in your pants.
He’s bad news in theory and even worse in person - is what everyone says.
But you’re stubborn as hell and the more people tell you to stay away from him, the more you want to see for yourself. So you entertain him. Not enough to be obvious to everyone but enough to form an unspoken game between you two.
Who gives in first?
-
The first thing you notice is that he smells so fucking good.
You’re two drinks in, chatting up with your friends until you feel a heavy arm land across your shoulder. You catch a whiff of the body and you decide that he smells delicious. An expensive woody cologne with a hint of musk and you instantly knew who the weight belonged to. Oliver Aiku.
You don’t shrug him off yet. So you hold on to his arm and lean on to his shoulder, basking on the occasional whiff of his intoxicating scent.
“Welcome ladies,” he greets you all with the smuggest smirk on his face. Your friends roll their eyes and wave him off, leaving the area when they realize that you are going to play his game. Once they disappear from your view, you feel his lips lightly press against the shell of your ear and a smirk forming. “And welcome y/n.”
You hum in response before finally facing him. His arms instinctively move down your back, resting just above your ass. Throwing your arms around his neck, you slowly tug him closer to you, chests just centimeters apart.
This is when you realize that you’ve never seen his face up close, and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or not but you didn’t think he’d be this attractive. “Oliver,” you slur out, tilting your head to the side.
You ignore how his hands start to fiddle with the ends of your shirt, lifting it up a little to trace circles on your lower back. But your body betrays you, goosebumps forming from how good his touch feels.
He steps in closer, bringing your chests closer, and says your name.
“Nice to finally meet you,” you giggle. “Yeah? Finally, huh?” He says, agreeing with you.
All the previous interactions you’ve had with him have been minor. Stolen glances, light flirting, the occasional touch from bumping into each other at parties. But nothing like this where you’re both left alone.
You don’t want to give in yet, at least not completely, so you pull away from his touch and make your way to the kitchen.
-
“Fancy seeing you ‘round here,” you chortle, sitting on the island chair and making yourself as comfortable as you can despite its occasional creaking.
The party is dying down a bit, nearing its end. Bottles of unfinished beer and liquor on the kitchen table and the island stand between the two of you. The smell of the house is surprisingly not… pungent, considering the shit that happens here.
He chuckles at your comment and opens the cooler, showing off the minimal variety. “Pick your poison, sweetheart.”
“Between beer and another beer,” you lean over to stare at your choices. “I’ll take that one,” you point out.
“Ah, good choice. A beer,” he snickers, grabbing two and opening your can of beer for you. You thank him, ignoring the way your fingers touch, and reposition yourself with your body facing the island.
Oliver sits on the chair to your right and faces you. “So,” he starts, a lopsided smirk forming, “why are you playing so hard to get?”
You almost want to laugh at him but you settle with a light hearted eye roll. Is it that obvious? Or is he just a smartass who knows when people are attracted to him? It wouldn’t be surprising if he knew because he is extremely attractive.
Batting your eyelashes, you turn to look at him and ask as innocently as you can, “what do you mean?”
He lets out a light sigh and grabs the base of the chair, pulling you close, forcing you to face him. Gasping at the sudden force, you yelp out his name. “Come on princess, you’re not that fucking dumb.”
The buzz of the alcohol finally hits, your head feeling heavy, and the giggles slip easily out of your mouth. Leaning forward, you try again. “You really think so?” Hiccup.
You’re flirting with him now – you won’t deny that you’re attracted to him and at this point, with the proximity between you and Oliver, it’s taking everything in you to not kiss him.
He only leans closer too, knees now touching each other, your legs slotted between his larger ones. You hold your breath when you see him bring his hand forward, anticipating something to happen because the tension is so thick, only for him to tuck the strand of hair that’s fallen to your face. But he keeps his hand cupped to the side of your neck and tugs you in closer.
He breathes out your name lowly. Hiccup. “Hmm?” You respond, almost mewling.
Then, you feel air blowing by your neck, followed by a lick, tracing all the way from your collarbone to just below your ear. He continues to nip at the smooth skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck and your ear, nibbling on it and at the shell. It leaves you squirming in your seat, rubbing your thighs for some friction.
You let out a breathy moan when his hand finally touches your thigh, inching closer and closer to your heat but he does it so slowly, toying with you.
You wanted to tell him more, to kiss you, to fuck you but a booming voice and whistling makes you groan at the sudden interruption. When you pull away, you’re faced with a couple members of the frat, clapping and whooping at the sight, one visibly recording with no shame like this was a normal occurrence.
You pout slightly and tug at his wrist, hopeful that he might lead you to a more private space. And he does— he takes you up the stairs, passing a couple doors before finally arriving into his room.
Locking the door, he opens his mouth, quick to come up with an excuse. “Sorry about that, they’re uh…”
“It’s fine,” you cut him off. You look around at his room – trophies, medals, and pictures of him playing soccer surrounded the walls.
“Kinda expected it,” you say, waiting for him to finally make a move. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, almost cautious of your reaction like he was just not mauling your fucking neck.
“Why are you playing so hard to get?” You take a jab at him, poking his chest jokingly but he catches your wrist. The lopsided, boyish smirk returns to his face. “We’re playing that game now?”
You lock gazes. “What game?”
“Don’t play stupid, princess,” he repeats before finally kissing you. Rough, calloused hands cup your cheeks, holding you close. Oliver is a good kisser; his lips are soft and he tastes so good. You melt into his drunken touch, moaning into his lips when he coaxes your mouth to open wider with his tongue. His kisses are dizzying and have you gripping onto his shirt.
He lays you on his bed gently, pulling away to take his shirt off. God, can he get any more attractive? Your thoughts eat you alive - your hand finding its way to touch his bare chest.
You hear him take a sharp intake of his breath before continuing your movements, slowly moving down to the play with the band of his bottoms.
“Such a fucking tease,” he hisses.
You kiss him again while helping him unzip his pants — his hard on now visible. Fuck. You think. Or you don’t. You feel so overwhelmed and you're so turned on just by him. Luckily, he feels the same way because he doesn’t waste time tugging your top over your head and unclasping your bra – way too easily by the way.
His mouth immediately finds its way to your chest, playing with your tits, nipping at the hard, sensitive bud before sucking on them. His tongue circles the nipple and sucks on it, making you moan. His other hand finds your heat, hovering over the wet patch on your panties, shivering at his touch.
“P-please,” you plead, hands gripping the ones neglecting your cunt, desperate for him to touch you. He pulls away and gives you a sloppy kiss before asking. “Please what?”
“Please touch me- I-i wanna cum,” you confess, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes in frustration. His hands leave your clothed pussy, making you whine at the sudden coldness even more, before gripping your face, cooing at you. “Aw, you wanna cum? Is that it?”
You nod, begging for him to touch you.
“What do you want, baby? Hm?” He traces figures on your stomach and you whimper. “Is it my fingers?” He dips down even further, placing a kiss on your chest, then your lower belly. You feel your cunt gush and throb at the affection. “My mouth?” Your thighs shut tight at the suggestion. “Or my cock?” And you let out a breathy yes.
He pulls his boxers down to show his cock, hard and leaking at the tip. You whine at the sight, “inside now, please,” you beg.
Finally, he listens to you for once. Without any intention to take your panties or skirt off, he lifts both your legs, resting them on his shoulders. You move your body to a more comfortable angle before signaling him to continue. He positions himself, one hand holding on to the frame of the bed for support and the other on his shaft, guiding it inside of your already dripping cunt.
He pushes into you slowly, groaning the second he fills you up to the brim. It feels so good. Your cunt hugging his cock so perfectly — so warm and so wet all just for him. And you whine at the painful yet pleasurable feeling of being filled up. The girth of his cock stretches you out and makes you feel lightheaded.
He picks up his pace and it makes you want to squirm, but you can’t. Not when his arm is clutching your legs so close together. He pounds onto your throbbing cunt mercilessly, the skin slapping reverberating around the room. Every thrust sends you into a deeper euphoria — almost suffocating with how much force he puts into it.
You let out choke gasps, struggling to catch your breath. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Heat starts to grow on your lower belly, your orgasm bubbling at the constant friction to your sticky clit, and the head of his cock massaging your g-spot easily. His hands find its way to your neck, fingers pressing onto your throat, and you feel a slight rush in your head.
It’s dizzying and you love it. The rush travels its way to your cunt quickly. His thrusts grow sloppier but still have enough force to push you deeper into his soft bed. “I-i think I’m gonna cum,” you manage to choke out through hiccups and tears.
“Fuck, your pussy feels s-so good,” he grunts through deep, long, sharp thrusts that has your pussy creaming and thighs quivering for it. He grabs the underside of your thigh, groping it, and peppers chaste kisses on your ankle.
He groans, your pussy growing tighter and tighter with each thrust and he can’t hold it in much longer. “Can I cum inside, please.” Begging.
“Let me cum inside this pretty pussy.” Again, voice rasp and needy.
“Yeah, y-yeah. Inside.” You grip onto the bed, so close to reaching your own high. The hand gripping around your neck moves to your cheeks, and he gives you a sloppy kiss full of tongue. He’s relentless with his thrusts, you feel crushed, and with his body weight pushing down against you, his cock meets the gushy inside of your cunt, and it’s enough to thrash and twitch below him.
When your orgasm dies down, his follows shortly after. The white, strings of cum creaming and warming your insides. With chests heaving, you both lay down on the now soaked and messy bed.
You make the first comment. “That was good.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle, swinging his hand over and pulls you close. “We should do that more often.”
“Or a couple more times,” you suggest, cuddling into his chest. Oliver hums in agreement.
Silence fills the room again but you have one last thing to ask him. Gnawing at your lip, you ask him your question.
“Just as friends or…” You trail off, hoping he would get the hint, and to your luck - he does. “Nah, not just as friends.”
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