sypnosis: something about you catches the attention of the explosive soccer player that neither can he out his finger on (well, he does physically).
fem!reader, p in v, foreplay, some mention of alcohol.
The night was young as ever. You and your friends have been planning this trip since forever. It first started off as those dumbass groupchats that teenage boys make like “JAPAN 2026”, but soon it started to get serious when everyone got their shit together. The country you decided to go to was Puerto Rico. The vivid colors, surreal landscapes, historical landmarks…yeah that was nice. But being in your early twenties is once in a lifetime. The parties, clubs, and playing sports by the beach was probably 90% of the reason you and your friends chose such a diverse country.
By day, it was to visit the breath-taking sceneries, trying out restaurants with the country’s known dishes, and exploring the cities within with vibrant colors flushed on the exteriors of homes. By night? That’s when you felt your life was on fire, burning you with an exciting aftertaste. The outfits you and your friends would wear to the clubs or/and parties would be more than enough to send a nun into cardiac arrest. Skirts the size of a belt, shorts that were merely there for decoration at that point, bikini tops or just super cropped blouses. The accessories would mainly carry the outfits–bangles, arm cuffs, obnoxious belts and necklaces. Anything that would catch the attention of someone with the eyes of a crow.
Luckily, a soccer player had those eyes. It was the second night of your vacation, hit up a bigger club in the higher and more populated end of San Juan. The kind of club that didn’t open until past midnight, because the country knew that’s when the lively people came around to awaken their tendencies. It had multiple floors, lights plastered in what looked like every corner of the vicinity. Upon walking in, your ears were blasted by the local Reggaeton music, as if it wasn’t already loud enough from outside while you were in line with your friends (which you all got in easily because of your looks–duh!). People dancing on the dance floor in erratic movements, women grinding against men, or women with women, or men with men…you name it. People on the side drinking, in their own huddles laughing, sitting down on booths. The upper floors were balconies with more space to mingle.
You dragged your friends to the dance floor, already wanting to put on an intense mood to start the night.
“What about the pre-game?! We have to drink first!” one of your friends yelled out to you, giggling.
“We can do that in a bit! I love this song!” you hollered back over the deafening voluming of the music.
You danced without a care in the world–literally. Swaying your hips near your friends, holding their arms or hands. Messing with your hair, eyes closed, letting the heavy ambience of the club take you in. From afar, eyes were glued to your figure. Just you, they chose you between your friend group. Was it because your energy was the one that outshined the rest? Probably. Your form of dancing was basically in perfect form? Most likely. The way your curves left little to the imagination with how revealing and eye-catching your outfit was? Definitely.
“Yo, Ryu, you’ve been staring at that chick for a while now, eh?” one of Shidou’s teammates nudged at him, causing the rest of the team to chuckle.
Shidou’s already wicked grin widened with amusement–an uncontrollable excitement. Now that his teammates brought it up with a tone that was challenging? There was no stopping now. Not like he wasn’t going to do it eventually.
“She’s hot as hell. Damn…I think she’s the hottest girl I’ve seen from all the clubs we’ve gone to so far after our games,” he said, lifting off from the seat of the VIP booth he was seated in. “I think it’s time I have my phone…watch me.”
You were just about to step off the dance floor to grab a drink, and join in your friends by the bar. As soon as you made a movement to get off the dance area, your wrist was caught–firmly, but gentle. Confused as to whoever it could be, because it clearly wasn’t one of your friends, you whipped your head around.
“Hey babe, you think it would be totally cool if I stole you for a couple of minutes to dance with you? I’d be honored if you accepted my offer.” Shidou’s voice was smooth, accompanied with his signature smirk. Another tactic he made was slowly pulling you closer to him, making it look like he just wanted you to hear him better. In reality, a way to have you near. “I’m Shidou, or you can call me Ryu. See? We’re not total strangers now. I don’t wanna scare ya’ off.”
You restrained yourself from having any wild reaction, because whoever this was, was exactly your type, in the sense that he was probably on par with your level. His biceps clung to the black compression shirt he was wearing, abs visible. The baggy jeans wore low on his hips, his sharp v-line on display. As if that wasn’t enough to his look, his eyes were a bright pink that reminded you of a cat with his pupils and eyeliner. Hair up with pink at the tips matching his eyes. You nodded to his question without thinking of his question properly. His mouth wavered to a full-blown grin.
He took you to the center of the dance floor, placing one his hands on the small of your back , and the other gripping the bare of your skin by your waist. You can’t recall how many songs went by to build so much sexual tension. It started off tame, to say the least. Some songs were at fault, going from slow rap with lustful lyrics, to fast tempo beats with similar wording. Shidou would grind his growing bulge against your ass as you moved your hips at a punishing pace, his hands switching to holding your hips in place. Almost like he was trying to hide how erect he was. Reaching out for more friction. When you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, you swore you could notice that his confident expression changed to clearly showing how much his composure was fading. His grin was never not present though.
“What are you trying to get into, huh? Tell me, and I’ll do it. Don’t torture me for much longer, you’re being too mean,” Shidou said, leaning into your ear, hit teeth grazing by the outershell of your ear. Sending electrifying shocks right down your spine.
All you could let out was a giggle, moving yourself closer to him as you two continued to dance–forgetting you were in the middle of the dancefloor. Not that anyone was paying any attention. Giving Shidou a better advantage to do or say what he wanted with no worry. Not that he’d care anyway.
“I’m being mean? Looks like you enjoy being in this kind of pain though. It’s refreshing to see.” You said, now teasingly trying to pull away, but to not avail.
“Ah, you got me. To be honest? Everything you’re doing is turning me the hell on. Even being able to feel your heartbeat is making me horny.” Shidou said, his hands trailing down to your ass, having semi-control your movements.
“Tempting. I think I’ll keep you at bay for a little longer,” you said, pulling away enough to see his reaction.
His eyes glimmered with nothing but lust behind them. “Oh, I’m not patient at all. I’ll have you weak enough for you to beg me to take you to the restroom, and ful-fill all the fantasies no man could ever give you.”
Those were the words, and now you were in the dimly lit bathroom stall of one with Ryu, caging you in with his arms against the door as soon as it was shut behind you both. The bathroom of this club has definitely been used plenty of times, and not for the use it was meant to be. His plump-hot lips clashed with your, smearing your lip combo immediately. His contact was sloppy, hungry, and knowing. Hands roaming every surface of your bare skin; your neck, arms, waist, down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up. Your legs naturally hooked on to his waist, feeling his hardness even closer. He groaned into your mouth, delving his tongue further into your mouth.
Music was now muffled from how enclosed the restroom is, or maybe by how in the moment you two were in. His mouth moved down, trailing to your jaw, nipping your neck. Leaving a trail of hotness with open mouthed kisses that had no other purpose but to feel you. Your arms were slung around his neck, one of his hands holding your waist with ease. The other fiddling with your tight and cropped blouse, the only thing left to reveal were your tits. He tugged at it, a silent way of asking for permission to take it off. You responded back by tilting your head back for him to have more access to your neck, and complete consent for him to use you.
Shidou wasted no time, practically ripping off your top. You had no bra under—obviously because you didn’t want any straps to be shown since either would ruin the look. Your tits were free, and in full showcase for Shidou. He paused to admire them, grabbing one of them in his hand. Now groping one of your tits, bringing his mouth down to your collarbone. With your legs still wrapped around him, he plopped you on the small sink. He didn’t lie, he had no patience. He let go, but you kept in contact with him. Going back forcing your tongue into his, his might swallowing your soft moans. Meanwhile he quickly undid his pants, pulling them down to reveal his boxers and fully erect cock. It was ready to plunge into you, and you knew it. You pulled back to see for yourself, and shit, he looked big. It almost intimidated you, and Shidou noticed.
“Backing out?” He said, leaning into your space again.
Your pussy throbbed, wanting to feel him inside already. Swallowing hard, you started to pull off your miniskirt. Shidou chuckled, helping you to swiftly take off your panties next.
“You’re so fucking soaked already…shit..” his voice lowering down an octave with a hint of excitement.
He pressed his thumb on your clit, rubbing on it as a tease. You let out a small whimper, instinctively pressing your thighs together.
“Come on, don’t be shy, baby, I’m just appreciating you.” Shidou said, meeting your eyes.
Heat rose from all over your body. God, you need him now. You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off. He obliged, no questions asked. You pulled him to your naked body, he shoved your legs open. He then started to pull at the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to the floor. His dick flew out, slapping his stomach. He really was huge, you thought. That thought alone made you anticipate this even more. He looked down on you, his expression changing. Gears were moving in his head, his grin coming back enthusiastically than ever.
“I have a better idea of how I want to fuck you, and I want you to see it.”
Next thing you knew, he took you off the counter of the sink, spinning you around for you to face the dirty mirror in front. His length was between your ass, his fat tip kissing the entrance of your pussy.
Without a warning, he rammed straight in. You reflexively bent over, your hands gripping to the edges of the sink.
“Fuck…your pussy feels so right around my dick. Such a shame I have to destroy it in a matter of minutes. You don’t mind that though, right?” He said, pulling out and thrusting in full force, letting a yell escape from your lips.
His pace at first was slow, hard, and all of sudden. He reversed the roles from the dance floor—he was the one torturing your aching body.
“Ryu…go faster, please…” you begged, panting.
“As you wish..” he said, sharing a smirk from the reflection of the mirror, locking eyes with you as he fastened his pace.
You’d don’t expect it, but you should’ve. He placed his hand on your hip, the other below your stomach to feel himself deep in your womb. Your legs felt like water, quivering from his thickness and thrusts. Shidou made dirty comments as he went on, in a mocking way since he knew you were unable to even speak a word.
“This is what you wanted right? Want more?”
“Swallow my dick with your pussy…just like that. You’re doing great, baby!”
“Look at yourself. Fucked out how you deserve with be.”
He said that as he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you into a nasty arch. You could se tried now clearly: lipstick smeared, eyeliner running down, your whole body shaking. You were so fucking cockdrunk, and you liked the feeling of being full. Full of Shidou.
Wet sounds bounced off the walls of the restroom, you wondered if anyone could hear. Your moans, Shidou’s grunts, and dirty talk. Some part of you wish anyone could hear, so they know how lucky you are.
“So fucking pretty…I could fuck this pussy all night…” Shidou said, sweat clinging on his abs and forehead. Breath uneven, but still keeping pace. If not going faster than before, which now forced screams out of you.
Mostly because you felt an orgasm coming, his tip grazing your cervix.
“I’ll get you there, don’t worry,” Shidou said, pulling you in closer, changing his angle a bit to be able to hit your spot even better.
When he did, you swear you could see the stars. Skin slapping, the intense smell of sex, your walls immediately clamping down harder on his cock.
His hand found your clit, two digits sliding down on it. Not hard, but with precise movement to get you off correctly.
The lace of thrifts became harsher, tears welled up in your waterline with how undone you were becoming. You felt it, with another thrust, you let out scream.
“Cum all over my dick, I wanna know how good I’m making you feel. Shit—I’ll fuck you through it!” And he did, the sides of vision turning white, mouth gaping open in pleasure.
Shidou’s thrust stuttered a bit, he was coming undone too. He gripped on to your hips, groaning. He slammed down from behind, that’s when you knew he had came too.
He smiled, without pulling out, he grabbed your jaw, turning it to him to give you a sloppy kiss. Both letting out moans into each other’s mouths.
Shidou pulled out, cum leaking out, and his length still fully hard. He pulled your body against him, you back against his chest. He reached down to your folds, and swiped to get some of your release. He carefully slipped his fingers in his mouth, making you watch him do it in front of the mirror.
“We taste nice together. Try it.”
Before you could say anything back, he placed his fingers at your lips. Not forcing them in, but you took them in willingly. Tasting the juices of both of you, of what you did together.
“I like you. You remind me a lot of candy—and your taste just confirmed that for me,” Shidou continued, placing kisses on the side of your neck. “Want to continue this elsewhere?”
a/n: first time writing smut, so sorry if it’s lwk ass. I’ve listening to reggaeton more often AGAIN especially after the bad bunny performance. So that kind of inspired this, the song Candy by Plan B specifically so yeah ^_^ I’ll def try to improve.
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