✧˖*content: crack, fluff (ig), ooc, light cursing, implied fem reader, top text lore lol, shidou, milo manheim mention in lorenzo, mentions of sui in bunny's, harry potter reference in kainess
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a/n: tumblr was lagging like nobody's business and i forgot who the dividers belong to... also trying a new layout, genuinely couldnt see noel noa and lavinho in this (sorry my noel and lavi lovers)
pairing/characters: bf!jjk men x f!reader | gojo, geto, nanami, yuji, megumi, toji, sukuna
synopsis: your boyfriend's reaction to you calling him your "friend" on camera
cw: suggestive, slutshaming in the sukuna one, both reader and the guys are touchy, established relationship, reverse comfort, husband!nanami not bf, modern au sukuna
wc: 700-1100 each
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ᯓ★ Satoru Gojo
“Just give me a sec,” you mutter under your breath, fixing up your appearance a bit while staring at your reflection on your phone screen.
Satoru’s standing next to you, staring at your reflection as well with a large grin he’s not even bothering to suppress. You were just so pretty to him when you were all excited.
In front of you, two unopened blind boxes sit on the kitchen counter, waiting to be opened.
“‘Kay I’m done. Are you ready?” you turn to him, unable to hold back your smile, way too excited to mess with him.
“Always.” he replies with too much confidence, his grin turning into a smirk.
You nod and turn back to your device, reach out and press record. Once the three second timer runs out, you start talking.
“Okay hi guys,” you start, resting your hands on the counter. “Today me and my friend are gonna be unboxing these snoopy blindboxes from popmart’s new event.” you raise the box up to the camera to properly showcase the packaging.
Meanwhile, next to you, Satoru is frozen, and his grin has been wiped off his face as he stares at you directly instead of your reflection on the screen.
You ignore the holes he’s boring into the side of your head with his eyes, and carry on.
“I’m hoping to get the one where he’s holding a plushie and a blanket— this one,” you show the index of figurines at the back of the box whilst pointing to the one you mentioned. “It’s really cute.” you clear your throat and then turn to your “friend”.
“Tell them which one you wanna get.” you smile up at him innocently.
He furrows his eyebrows at you, bewildered. “What did you just call me?”
Your smile falters a little, almost breaking out into a laugh, but you hold back. “I didn’t call you anything…? Can you just tell them what you want—” he cuts you off.
“Uh, I want my girlfriend to address me correctly for starters.” he puts his hands on his hips, full attitude on.
You feign surprise. “... what are you talking about? We’re just friends.”
“Are you serious right now?” he scoffs. “Just friends?”
You nod silently, as if the answer was obvious.
“Alright then,” he mutters before stepping closer. His hands find your hips and he gently pulls you towards him. He cranes his neck down to be face to face with you. “Do friends do this?” he whispers before your lips meet.
It takes you less than a second to lean into him and wrap your arms around his neck, whilst tilting your head sideways, wasting no time to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes the seam of your lips before pushing past them. His large palms move behind your thighs so he can hoist you up, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
With you being lifted up, you both crane your heads accordingly so you’re the one leaning down while he’s reaching up for you, never breaking apart the whole time.
You try to pull away for a brief moment to catch your breath, but he chases your lips immediately, as if to prove a point.
It takes a while for him to finally let you breathe and pull back, his forehead resting against your own.
He’s out of breath, but not as badly as you for whatever reason. “Well? Was that friendly enough for you?” he smiles up at you, proud of himself.
You don’t even have the energy to say anything snarky in response, so you just glare at him.
“Hey don’t look at me like that, it’s not nice. Is that really how you treat a friend?” he teases.
“Okay, enough.” you roll your eyes. “If you use that word one more time—”
“You started it.” he laughs.
You huff, half-annoyed, half-amused, and lean down to rest your head against his shoulder. Tilting your head sideways, you notice that your phone is still propped up and recording.
He follows your gaze and notices it too. He shifts to hold you with only one arm before reaching the other towards your device. You expect him to turn it off or stop the recording, but instead he just holds it up to show you clinging to him.
“Okay turn it off—” you reach for the phone, but he just holds it further away from you.
“I don’t think so,” he coos annoyingly. “I need to show them how you behave with your supposed friend.” he dangles the phone in front of you.
You get off of him, standing on your own two feet again. “You’re so annoying.” you sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m with you sometimes.”
His eyes widen and he suddenly looks at the camera. “You hear that everyone? She just admitted we’re dating.”
“Why’re you getting excited? I literally said I don’t know why we are.” you fold your arms across your chest.
“A win’s a win.” he shrugs and finally turns the phone off, setting it aside. “Besides, I know you don’t mean it.” he pouts and gets all up in your space, unashamed. “Right?” he tilts his head to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Yeah, yeah.” you try to dismiss him. But he just starts peppering your entire face with quick pecks, forcing you to acknowledge him. You flinch away, laughter bubbling out of you at the ticklish feeling. “Toru, stop!”
His hands rest on your waist, keeping you firmly in place so you can’t escape him. “Toru’s pretty good but—” he presses three more kisses across your face. “that’s not what I wanna hear right now…”
Desperate for him to stop, you comply. “Okay, fine! You’re my boyfriend, not my friend, I admit it. Now let me go–”
He finally stops—not before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips though–and pulls away to look down at you. “That’s what I thought.”
ᯓ★ Suguru Geto
You’re currently standing in between Geto’s spread legs. He’s sitting on top of your toilet, using it as a makeshift chair for the occasion. You had insisted on doing his skincare and recording it.
It didn’t take him much convincing, as he was glad to make you happy.
You stare at the skincare products lined up on your sink next to you, and then look back down at him. “I’m gonna start now, ‘kay?” you ask, and he nods silently, a serene smile on his face. Unaware of the stupid prank you were about to pull on him.
You reach for your phone propped up against a bottle of shampoo on the edge of your bathtub and press record. “Okay hi everyone—” you cut yourself short to reach for his jaw and make him face the camera. “Say hi.”
“Hey,” he drawls, lazy smile on his lips.
You let go of his face. “Today, I’m gonna be doing my friend’s skincare.”
His smile falters just a bit, and his eyebrow raises at the word friend. Did you really just call him that?
You turn away from the camera to reach for the first product and open the lid, facing the camera again. “Alright so for the first step, we’re gonna use a cleanser.” you gently splash his face with a little water, and apply the cleanser.
Noticing the lack of reaction from him, you push further. “While I’m doing this, I’m gonna tell you guys how I met my friend Suguru here.” you add, still applying the cleanser and gently scrubbing it over his face.
His expression turns into one of amusement. It seemed like you were serious about this.
Two can play that game.
“A mutual friend introduced us at a new year’s eve party,” you start telling your story. “And I—” your words are cut short when you feel his hands find your waist, his thumbs rubbing your skin through the fabric of your top. You give him a surprised look, a little flustered.
He feigns innocence however and quirks an eyebrow. “You were saying?”
You clear your throat before continuing. “Um, I was saying… I thought he was pretty intimidating with his piercings and long hair.” You manage to regain your composure.
He scoffs. “Me? Intimidating?”
“Yes, you.” you nod. “You were all—” you go speechless once again when his fingers slip under your shirt. He leans closer, resting his chin against your stomach under the pretense of giving you better access to his face. But you know of his true intentions.
“I was all what?”
You refuse to let him win however, and ignore your rapidly beating heart, reaching for the wet towel you prepared. You start wiping the cleanser off, and he maintains eye contact the entire time. Determined to make you break.
“You were all… tall, dark and brooding.” you finally answer, your voice coming out weaker than intended. You put the towel away and reach for a serum. “Okay now we’re gonna apply this serum to make his skin glow.” you show the product off to the camera.
Using the dropper, you apply drops of the serum on his forehead and cheeks.
This time, he closes his eyes as you spread the cool liquid across his skin. “Aren’t you gonna finish your story?” he whispers.
You ignore the flutter in your stomach caused by the deep timber of his voice, and continue. “Right, um—” you clear your throat. “But then we actually spoke to each other and I realized he wasn’t that bad.”
“I wasn’t 'that bad'?” he teases, his fingers moving slowly to lift the hem of your top.
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your eye sockets, but you contain yourself. “I… yeah—”
“I wasn’t aware you initially thought so lowly of me.” he finally lifts the fabric high enough to reveal your stomach. Still being gentle, he starts pressing tender kisses to the exposed skin.
Your knees almost give out at the sensation. “What are you doing?!” you whisper-yell.
He looks up at you while continuing to pepper kisses to your stomach. “I’m being friendly.” he teases, mockingly accentuating the word to draw attention to it.
Your hands move to brush his hair back, the dark inky strands tangled with your fingers. You wanted to pull him away by force, but you couldn’t find it in you. Not when he was handling you so lovingly.
“Suguru…” you sigh out, almost out of breath from holding in your emotions so much.
“Mhm, what?” he whispers against your plush skin, too occupied with worshiping it to look you in the eye. “Aren’t you gonna tell them how we became friends?”
“I…” you stammer, feeling heat pool in your stomach.
“You should also tell them the story of our first kiss,” he whispers tenderly, his hands moving to grab at the waistband of your pants. “And don’t forget to mention how much of a mess you were. Your pupils were all dilated and you were out of breath and…” he pulls away to finally meet your eyes again.
You were a flustered mess right now, and he only smirked at the sight.
“... yeah. Exactly like that.” he moves carefully to press a slow and painfully lingering kiss to your abdomen. “So beautiful,” he whispers against your skin.
Your hands move to brush the remaining hair strands out of his face.
At your silence he pulls back. “Go on. Tell them how much you loved kissing your friend.”
You roll your eyes despite your rapid heartbeat and blushing cheeks. “Okay, I get it.”
He chuckles in response. Unable to stop yourself, you laugh with him. Silence settles in for a while, and you hear the recording end itself, having reached the ten minute limit.
You both eye the phone at the same time, and then look at each other.
“... do you still wanna do your skincare?” you question tentatively.
His grin widens. “I’d rather do something else, if I’m being honest.”
“Me too.” you reply, all too quickly, and sigh with relief.
He chuckles once again. “Thought so.” He stands up to his full height, towering over you. “Do you know what I wanna do right now…?” he asks, hands moving up from your waist to cradle your face.
“What?” you mumble back, leaning into him.
“Promote myself from friend to boyfriend again.” His lips meet the juncture of your neck and shoulders. He sucks at the skin for a bit before releasing it and licking the marking to soothe the ache.
“And… how are you gonna do that?” your grip on his shoulders tightens.
He pulls back but rests his forehead against your own. “I’d rather show you than tell you. No point in wasting time.” he looks at you for approval, but you only swallow the lump in your throat. “Look at how eager you are… I take that’s a yes?”
You nod, and he only laughs in response.
ᯓ★ Kento Nanami
You and your husband were currently sitting at your dining table, next to each other, with your phone propped against a glass of water you had on standby. In front of you sat a pretty box containing different pastries. It was from a nearby bakery that had opened recently.
And as always, you two had to try it out. This time, however, you insisted on recording your reactions and reviews of the sweets.
It had taken a lot of convincing, but he accepted in the end.
“I’m gonna start now, alright?” you reach for the record button, buzzing with excitement.
“Go ahead.” he muttered, leaning on the table with his elbows, dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
You press on the button and pull back to hold the box. “Alright hello everybody, today we visited this new bakery in town and grabbed a couple pastries.” you show the box off. “I’m here with my friend Kento. Kento say hi,” you turn to him, smiling brightly.
His poker face instantly morphs into a scowl as his eyebrows furrow. He meets your gaze with a glare.
“What’s wrong?” you feign ignorance.
He stares at you in silence for a while. “...Friend?”
“Yeah…?” you eye him skeptically, as if he was the one behaving weirdly. “Anyway,” you turn back to your phone. “We’re gonna be tasting all of these and giving our review for each of them.”
Meanwhile, he’s glaring daggers at you the entire time. Still not over the fact you called your husband your “friend”. He sighs heavily, rubbing the lower half of his face in his palm and keeping it there, resting his chin in his hand.
You ignore him, and open the box, showing off the pastries inside. “I’m excited for the cinnamon roll, what about you?” you turn to him again.
But he’s already looking at you, no, side-eyeing you. And although you can’t fully see his face, you can tell he’s frowning beneath his palm. It takes everything in you to not burst out laughing.
Once he notices the corners of your lips twitching, he speaks up, voice rough and tired. “You beg me to make a video with you, only for you to pull another one of your pranks.” he states calmly, not needing to do much for the absurdity of the situation to become evident.
You almost lose your composure, but reign it in. “What prank?” you continue playing along.
He looks at you incredulously, as if he can’t believe you’re still going. The two of you stare at each other in silence, and you move to carry on and talk to the camera again, but he stops you.
“Turn it off.”
You freeze. “What? Why?”
“Re-take it and introduce me properly,” he explains. “I didn’t spend months planning a proposal for you to introduce me as your friend.” he crosses his arms over his chest.
You can’t take it anymore once you see his visible frown now. It almost looks like a pout. Laughter escapes you, and you reach across the table to turn your phone off and stop the recording.
He only sighs, exasperated with a little mix of relief. His tense shoulders instantly relax when he feels you lean against him, however. His heart melts at the sensation of your chest vibrating with laughter as he looks down at you. He tries—he really does—to keep a stern look on his face, but he fails. The subtlest smile forms on his lips.
Your hand finds his chest, right above his heart. “I’m sorry for teasing you.” you coo before pressing a kiss to his neck. Pulling back, you look at your hand resting against him, and the shiny jewel on your ring finger.
He seems to follow your gaze, and lifts a hand to rest it atop your own. Leaning down ever-so-slightly, he noses at your hair before whispering in that deep voice of his.
“No, you’re not.” he kisses the top of your head.
“Hm… you’re right. I’m not.” You chuckle once more. “But that’s because I know you’ll forgive me.”
He shakes his head and sighs. “I shouldn’t let you take advantage of my patience like this.”
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry, truly.” You raise your head to face him properly. “How can I make it up to you?”
He stares at you for a moment, his eyes traveling back and forth between your own. “You could start by addressing me correctly.”
Your eyes soften, and your smile widens. “My dear husband Kento.” you murmur.
The warmth from his palm emanates onto your own, as he takes it and brings it to his lips for a soft kiss. “My dear wife.” he whispers back, forehead pressed against your own.
ᯓ★ Yuji Itadori
You sit down on your carpet, phone in hand. Yuji’s already sitting down beside you, smiling at you expectantly. He looked so excited. Poor him.
To his knowledge, the two of you were about to play Never Have I ever, and film it for a tiktok.
But you had ulterior motives.
“Okay, are you ready?” You ask him, propping your phone up on the coffee table in front of you.
“Yeah!” he nods once, affirmatively.
You lean forward, press record, and regain your position. “Hi guys, today we’re gonna play Never Have I ever.” you wave at the camera. “I have my friend Yuji here with me.”
Yuji’s lazily leaning back against his palms, before he lifts a hand up, throwing up a peace sign at the camera. Until he replays your words in his head.
You ignore him and carry on, but he doesn’t even let you have the time to speak.
He springs forward in an upright sitting position and whips his head to the side to look at you. “Wait what’d you say?” he looks at you stunned.
You fake ignorance, and look at him like he’s crazy. “... Um, I said we were gonna play Never Have I ever?” you quirk a brow at him.
“Nonono—after that. What did you… what’d you call me?” his eyebrows furrow.
“My… friend?”
He blinks at you a couple times. “Why.”
You chuckle dryly. “What do you mean ‘why’? Because you’re my friend, that’s why.” you scoff, like the answer’s obvious. “Anyway, let me continue—” you turn back to your phone, but he’s quick to cut you off again.
He twists his torso to come in between you and your phone, effectively forcing himself back in your field of vision. “Uh, I’m also your boyfriend.”
A small smile almost breaks out on your face, but you contain it. “No you’re not. What are you even saying?” you lift a hand to push his face away from you as he’s completely invaded your personal space. “Guys please ignore him, he gets weird sometimes.” you speak to your imaginary audience.
“Hello?!” he shouts, bewildered and wide-eyed. “I swear she’s lying! Look, look—” he leans in to press a quick peck to your cheek. “If you weren’t my girlfriend you wouldn’t—”
“Gross.” you wipe the spot he just kissed dramatically, feigning disgust. When you look up again to meet his eyes, you find that they’re wide open, and that his lips are parted.
“—like that...” he finishes his previous sentence and stares at you, still in shock.
You roll your eyes and attempt to dismiss him. “Can we just finish the video please?”
He huffs, a little frustrated but determined. You look away to face the screen again, but when you blink, you find yourself lying on the carpet.
He has you pinned down, one hand firmly planted on either side of your head. You blink up at him repeatedly, taken-aback. He’s staring back down at you with a hesitant look in his eyes.
“... Did I do something? Is that why you’re mad at me?” his eyebrows knit together tightly. “I’m sorry.”
“Yuji… I’m not mad.” You’re still a little shocked, but your hands find his waist regardless, your muscle memory kicking in. They caress him up and down through the fabric of his shirt.
He falters, burying his head in your neck for a moment to breathe you in, a shiver running down his spine as you continue your gentle touches. He pulls back to look at you again. “Then why are you treating me like a stranger.” he remarks, rather than asking.
You chuckle softly. “It was supposed to be a prank. I saw it on tiktok.” one of your hands moves up to caress his hair.
He sighs in relief at your words, and finally drops his weight onto you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His hands lift from the carpet to wrap around your form. “... Why do I fall for your pranks everytime?” he mutters against your skin, the feeling ticklish. But you can tell the question is more directed at himself than at you.
“I don’t know why either.” you laugh, the vibration of your chest against his soothing him. A beat of silence passes by, your laughter dying down.
He lifts himself above you just enough to be able to speak and look at you. “So… I’m still your boyfriend?” he asks, his voice coming out a little too weak for his liking.
You cup his face, tracing his scars with your thumbs. “Of course you are.”
His eyes dart back and forth between your own. “Say it… please,” he murmurs.
You stare at him longingly, before bringing his face down to kiss him. “My handsome boyfriend.” you chuckle against his lips.
He basks in your affection and reassurance, melting in your embrace as he leans down. “I love you,” he whispers, desperately chasing your lips with his own.
You make a few attempts at breaking away to catch your breath, but he doesn’t let you. “Okay, okay—” you giggle into his mouth “I love you too,” you put your hands on his shoulders to push him away, struggling in doing so. “But can you let me breathe for a moment?”
“You can breathe later. This is what you get for pulling a prank on me.” he mumbles before leaning down again, earning more giggles from you.
It’s especially funny to you because he almost reminds you of a clingy puppy who refuses to stop licking its owner.
But he doesn’t care how he looks, or how ridiculous he sounds. All that matters to him in this moment is having you in his arms.
ᯓ★ Megumi Fushiguro
It was currently pretty late in the evening, 11pm to be precise. You and Megumi had decided to stay up late and keep each other company.
He’d decided to rearrange his bookshelf before going to bed. According to him, it wasn’t organized well enough, and he insisted that “the mess stares at me when I’m trying to sleep.”
Meanwhile, you were right next to him, sitting at his desk, getting ready for bed.
This time around though, you decided to stir things up a little.
So you propped your phone in front of you against a random box you’d found nearby, and angled it in a way that made it possible to see your boyfriend beside you.
You contain your smile as you watch his form on your screen, blissfully unaware of the stupid prank you were about to pull on him.
You brace yourself for a moment before finally pressing the record button.
“Hey guys, get unready with me while I tell you about my day.” you wave at the camera.
Beside you, Megumi raises an eyebrow and throws you a quick glance before returning his attention to his books. He was used to you making little video diary entries.
But before you continue, you add “Oh—please ignore my friend in the background.” you wave your hand, as if shooing him away.
This time, he doesn’t throw you a quick glance, he glares down at you.
You ignore the holes he’s drilling in the back of your skull with his eyes, and barely contain your laugh. But you’re already smiling. “Um, so, anyway… I went out shopping today and—” you cut yourself short when you notice he’s still staring at you. His gaze is just as dark and intense as before, and he hasn’t moved an inch.
You slowly turn to look back up at him. “... do you mind?” you try your best to sound annoyed, but the smile is audible in your voice.
His eyebrows furrow further, as if in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he asks quietly, his eyes momentarily landing on your phone before returning to you.
“What do you mean?” you tilt your head, feigning innocence.
He deadpans at you, before shaking his head and turning back to his books. “Forget it.”
You do the same and return to making your video. And for the rest of it, he doesn’t look at you again.
You end it, turning your phone off and setting it down flat on the desk before standing up and stretching.
He’s still tending to his books, his back facing you. Although you can’t see him, you can imagine him pouting.
Stepping towards him, you wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him. “Megumi…”
He ignores you, switching two books around.
“Why’re you being so grumpy?” you lean against his shoulder.
You hear him click his tongue. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” you press a kiss to his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
His eye twitches, before he sets the book he’s holding down. He tilts his head to the side ever-so-slightly to look at you, before looking away again. A moment of silence passes before he speaks.
“... I thought you were fine with us being public now.” he mumbles.
Your smile drops. “What?”
Thinking you didn’t hear him, he dismisses you. “Nothing. Nevermind.”
You pull back but keep a hand on his arm as you step around him, wanting to face him properly. “Megumi, I am fine with us being public. Everyone knows we’re together. And I want them to know.”
His narrowed eyes meet yours. “Then why’re you calling me your friend in your video?”
“It’s a prank Megumi.” you reach up to cup his face. He doesn’t pull away.
His eyes widen just a bit. “... a prank.” he repeats, a little surprised.
“Yes, a prank—well, a tiktok trend, actually.” you respond. “But I’m realizing now it was stupid. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like…” you trail off.
“Like you’re embarrassed of me?” he scoffs.
Now you’re the one with wide eyes. “No! God no,” you shake your head. “That couldn’t be further from the truth.” you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. A tender and slow one, to let him know you meant it.
You notice the way his previously tense shoulders relax, and the way his eyes flutter close when you kiss him.
“I love you.” you mutter. “I promise it was just a stupid prank.”
He stares down at you, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. He’s always had a hard time believing praise directed at him. But you made it hard not to.
Leaning forward, you kiss him again, near the lips this time. “Do you wanna make another video? I’ll introduce you properly this time.”
He looks down at you, a little curious, but he doesn’t want to let it show. “... do what you want.” he ends up grumbling.
You smile again, squeezing him before reaching for your phone.
When you come back to him, you speak again. “Should we talk about that kid who threw a tantrum when you grabbed the last bag of chips earlier at the convenience store? I didn’t mention that in my video earlier.”
“Yeah ‘cause you conveniently left me out of your story.” he rolls his eyes.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’m making it up to you right now.” you chuckle.
“Fine. But you do the talking.”
You beam up at him before nodding. “I’m gonna start recording now, okay?” you open your phone and the camera app.
“Wait.” he interrupts.
You turn to him. “What?”
He stares at you in silence before leaning down, his lips meeting yours. “... I love you too.” he whispers.
ᯓ★ Toji Fushiguro
The two of you are standing in the middle of your now open living room. You made sure to move some of the furniture out of the way for the occasion.
“What occasion?” you may ask. The answer to that would be simple: you’d decided to challenge your boyfriend by making him do 50 pushups with you sitting on his back, and record it.
He didn’t seem too keen on the idea until you started taunting him and saying he wouldn’t be able to. He knew you didn’t mean it, and he wasn’t insecure by any means. But it wouldn’t hurt to prove you wrong.
Hence why you were now setting up your phone on your tv console.
“You ready?” you glance back at him momentarily.
He folds his arms over his chest and hums in response.
You press record and back up to be next to him. “Alright, hi everyone. Today I thought I’d challenge my gymbro friend by doing 50 pushups with me on top of him!” you clasp your hands together, masking your giddiness to prank him with simple and innocent excitement.
His smile drops slightly, and he raises an eyebrow. More so in confusion than anything else. He stares down at you for a moment, waiting for you to correct or explain yourself. But when you don’t, and he notices the small hint of mischief in your smile, it clicks. He lets out a huff that almost sounds like a laugh before shaking his head.
At the sound of his reaction, you turn to him. “Is something wrong?” you pry, hoping he’ll bite.
But he doesn’t. He’s played these games before with you, and he knows exactly what to do. “No. Carry on.” he lifts a hand to gesture towards your phone.
You furrow your eyebrows. Did he miss you calling him a friend?
“... what’re you waiting for, buddy?” he urges, drawing the nickname out.
No. He definitely didn’t miss it.
Fine. Be that way.
You look back at the camera. “Okay, we’re gonna start now.” You step aside to give him space on the carpet.
He slowly drops down to his knees, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time, lazy smirk plastered on his face in mockery. Leaning forward, he places his palms flat on the ground on either side of his head, and straightens his legs behind him in perfect form. He’s not moving much yet, but you can already see the way the muscles of his back are contracting through his long sleeved black shirt.
“I thought you wanted me to do pushups, not a plank?” he speaks. “You gonna stand there all day or what?”
You almost roll your eyes before stepping closer and squatting down, making yourself comfortable on your new seat for the next couple of minutes. You lift your feet off the ground, sitting in a cross-legged position on his back.
“Okay, three… two… one… start!” you give him a light pat on the shoulder.
He descends on cue, and brings himself back up with ease, a dry chuckle escaping him.
“That’s one, two, three, four,” you count them, resting your face in your hands as you stare down at him with a grin.
He stays quiet, too focused on maintaining his form to speak. His pace doesn’t slow down.
“Make sure you go aaall the way down, ‘kay?” you nudge the back of his neck with your finger.
Another chuckle escapes, and this time he breaks the silence. “I was stupid for thinking you’d play fair,” he huffs, making sure to go lower this time. Even though he didn’t need to, considering he was already going low enough.
You feign innocence. “I am playing fair, what do you mean?”
He simply sighs (although it ends up sounding like a grunt), too exasperated to argue with you.
A minute passes, and he finally achieves his 50th pushup, ending it by holding himself up in a plank.
You get up and off of him, clapping while doing so. “Wow, I’m impressed. I thought you wouldn’t be able to do it.” You rest your hands on your hips. He moves to stand up as well, but you face away from him, and look at your phone instead. “What do you guys think? Should we make it a hundred next time?”
Toji laughs behind you, the sound raspy and deep.
You tilt your head to look up at him. “Think you can handle—” you start but are immediately cut off.
He silences you by pressing his lips to your own. His large and firm palms that were previously supporting his entire body weight, along with yours, have now wrapped themselves around your waist as he pulls you back towards him.
You let out a gasp, the sound muffled from him still not letting go. On the contrary, he deepens the kiss when you instinctively tilt your head back, your body betraying your will and instead obeying muscle memory. He breaches the seam of your lips with a heavy swipe of his tongue, unashamedly taking up space.
You try to fight it off at first—you really do. But it eventually becomes too much to bear.
The way his muscles had twitched and moved consistently as he moved up and down, carrying your body weight with ease. The thin line of sweat trickling down his nape and disappearing behind the collar of his dark shirt. The way his words had come out as grunts and groans while he spoke.
You couldn’t hold back anymore.
You pull away just enough to be able to turn around and face him properly, wrapping your arms around his slightly damp neck.
He moves in tandem with you, his hands now finding your lower back instead. They apply pressure against it, forcing you to arch into him. A small chuckle rumbles through his chest at how easily you comply.
If you weren’t feeling so hot and bothered right now, maybe you would’ve teased him back, or scolded him for mocking you.
He doesn’t take long before picking you up and placing your legs around his waist, without breaking the kiss. He turns around to make his way to the couch.
When he spins, your eyes open just enough to notice the phone still recording behind him. You pull apart, breathless.
“Toji—the phone,” you pant against him, forehead resting against his own. “Go… turn it off.”
He’s equally as winded, but looks back to glance at the device for a moment, before turning back to you. “... no,” he huffs, a smirk slowly forming on his lips.
You narrow your eyes at him, a little confused.
“Let them watch,” he whispers against your skin. “Want ‘em to see I’m not your friend.”
You stare down at him with wide-eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks, turning you even more red than before. You’re flustered, sure. But not completely opposed to the idea.
“I’ll take that silence as a yes.” he chuckles before laying you down on the couch.
ᯓ★ Ryomen Sukuna
What could possibly convince Sukuna to make a tiktok with you?
You’d put a lot of thought into it. And after mulling it over, you finally got an idea.
The two of you were currently standing in your kitchen, in front of your phone.
“I’m gonna start now,” you quickly glance at him.
He just grunts in response.
You press the button to start recording. “‘Kay hi guys, today we’re gonna tell you things people do that we hate.” You clasp your hands together. “This is my friend Sukuna by the way.” you point to him besides you, barely containing your smile.
He slowly turns his head to look at you, visible disgust and disbelief on his features.
You ignore the daggers he’s throwing at you with his gaze, and carry on.
“I’ll go first, I hate it when people are slow walkers.” and you turn to him again. “Your turn.” you put a hand on your hip, the other resting against the edge of the counter.
He’s staring back at you, thick and dark eyebrows tightly furrowed into a scowl, lips sealed into a line. Clearly, he’s not amused.
“Something wrong?” you tilt your head, feigning innocence.
His disbelief grows at your insolence. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Huh? No…”
He stares at you in silence for a few seconds, trying to discern whether you were doing this on purpose or not. But the second the corner of your lips twitch, he knows.
“Turn it off.” he commands, voice calm and steady. But you can tell he’s barely holding on by a thread.
“What? Why?” the hand that was resting on your hip falls to your side instead.
He doesn’t bother explaining, instead opting to grab the phone himself and turning it off.
“Hey! What are you doing—” you reach up to take your phone back, but he holds it even higher.
Seeing you drop your clueless act, he smirks and a scoff escapes him. “Teaching you a lesson since you wanna act like a brat.”
“Okay, fine I get it—Lesson learned.” You roll your eyes. “Can you give me my phone back now?”
“No I don’t think you do.” He keeps your phone suspended in the air. “I’m not your friend.” he stares down at you with narrow eyes.
You deadpan at him. “Yeah, I know—”
“Why’d you call me your friend then?” he steps closer, invading your space. You step away, your back hitting the counter. He takes the opportunity to corner you, his hand finding your waist. He holds you firmly in place, not letting you squirm away.
With him coming closer and closer, he starts engulfing your entire field of view. Your voice comes out weak and stuttery. “I.. It was just a prank,” you mutter.
“Oh, a prank.” he repeats amused, before setting your phone down somewhere behind him, freeing his hand of it so he can better hold you. “So you think you’re funny? Is that it?” his hands slip under the hem of your top, traveling up your sides.
“I—” you start, but your words are cut short when his lips find the sweet spot underneath your ear, making your eyes flutter shut.
“You know what’s really funny?” he murmurs in-between kisses. “How easily you fold.” he pulls back enough to stare you up and down. He doesn’t miss the way you’re slightly out of breath, the way your knees are shaking, or the way your eyes are half-lidded. “... It’s pathetic.” he adds.
At his snarky remark, you manage to regain some composure, and throw a glare at him.
He chuckles dryly at your retort. “You’ve still got some fight left in you, huh? I should probably do something about that.”
Before you even have the time to respond, his lips are on you again, silencing you. You’re still annoyed at him, but you can’t find it in you to push him away. And he knows that.
“Is this what you do with your friends? You make out with them?” he groans out. “Didn’t take you for a whore.” His laugh echoes through your mouth.
Your hands finally move from grabbing the counter to tangle in his hair. You pull roughly at the strands, half the reason being to scold him, and the other half being because you knew he liked it. The harsh tug earns you a grunt from him as his head is pulled back.
He looks down at you, pupils dilated. Leaning forward, and letting his forehead fall against yours, the two of you regain your breaths in silence for a bit. He seems to be deep in thought, but you don’t pry, instead letting him speak for himself.
“... I’m not your friend, got it? Don’t say shit like that again.” he mutters, his voice coming out quieter and softer than intended.
You almost pitied him. Almost.
“Prove it, and I promise I won’t call you that again.” you whisper back, your hand moving to rest atop his head.
Heat rushes to his cheeks, but his gaze remains focused, having understood the message. “You’re a brat, you know that?” he spits out again, amused by you taking advantage of his rare moment of vulnerability.
“And yet you’re still getting on your knees.” you grin, watching him lower himself to the ground in front of you, your hand still braced in his hair.
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up.” He rolls his eyes before his hands find your hips in a steady hold. “Now open up.”
You chuckle, which unsurprisingly pisses him off more, but you comply anyway.
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at least not fatally, but God, does he come close.
germany had just suffered a devastating double blow in the world cup after a defeat against both paraguay and ecuador respectively, which sent bastard munchen home with their heads held low—but not kaiser.
if anything, the loss just pumped him up with more energy, more anger, more passion than anything. unfortunately for you, this translates even in bed.
your body is pressed down against the soft mattress, a complete contast to the treatment you’re getting. kaiser is rough—coarse, even—and when he fucks, he makes your mere existence feel like grounds for a punishment.
“f–fuck, take it… take all of it, you worthless slut…”
his voice is rugged as he speaks, burying his cock deep inside you as you sob against his hold.
“c–can’t anymore…”
“shut the fuck up,” he rasps, catching his breath as he looks down on you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he hated you, “this is all you’re good for.”
his eyes look at you with such intensity, and in such a dizzy state of mind, you’re unable to differentiate if it’s lust or love that’s projecting on his irises.
he slaps you once, making you gasp and whine as his palm meets your face before he cups your cheeks aggressively, “i’m gonna dump all my cum into you and you’ll take it because that’s what you’re meant to do. do you fucking understand me?”
you whimper as you press yourself further into the bedding, a futile attempt at running away. kaiser huffs as he lets you go and starts thrusting once again.
“i’m never letting this pussy go,” he exhales as he continues bullying his cock inside, taking up every inch of your insides as he throws his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing.
and you let him, God save your soul. because you know deep down, he doesn’t mean it—all the things he says, all the mean words he throws your way and the wounds he afflicts upon your skin. he just needs to feel some sense of control after such a tough loss, and if this is exactly how he wants you, this is how he’ll get you.
because to love kaiser is to love him in a way that makes you feel small sometimes.
after months of disconnect, you finally snap- and your husband yuta okkotsu falls on his knees for your forgiveness
cw ⋆.˚ smut, husband!yuta, female!reader, fluff, a lot of angst, unintentional neglect, mild descriptions of panic attacks, pet names (baby, love, honey), feat. subby yuta mph, dirty talk, piv, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, fingering, cum eating, oral (m&f), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, face grabbing, ass grabbing, praise, handjob
wc ⋆.˚ 4k
a/n ⋆.˚ guess im just a feen for fluffy, smutty, in the feels galore
2023
“god, yu,” you squeal, “this place is beautiful!”
“isn’t it?” yuta smiles, draping his arm over your shoulder, then pulling you in to place a kiss on the top of your head, “it’s all ours, baby.”
you groan with excitement, jumping into his arms. he huffs out a laugh as he stumbles forward, catching you right in time as you wrap your legs around his waist. “you’re insane, you know that?” you tease. “i never thought i’d own a house one day, and now i get to do it with the love of my life.” you nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. “i love you so much,” yuta blushes from your sweet comment. “this is everything i’ve ever wanted.”
paint is splattered on the floor, takeout boxes piled atop the kitchen counter, bits and bobs of half-put together furniture scattered all throughout the house– creating your dream home was a tedious mess, but a beautiful one.
yuta’s kissing you in between playful dabs of paint on your cheeks, causing you to gasp and throw a paint roller at him. he howls with laughter, trapping you beneath his body as he wrestles you onto the floor.
time slows in that moment. god, his eyes looked so beautiful, so in love with you. the way they glistened in the soft sunlight drifting through the window had you melting instantly. how did you get so lucky?
you send him a smile, pulling him down against your body as you close the gap between his pretty, red lips and yours. he slides one arm underneath your back to hold you, the other slipping beneath your t-shirt. you gasp as his cool fingertips brush against your ribcage.
“yu,” you whine his name softly, squirming in his grip.
he chuckles against your lips before breaking away and resting his forehead on yours. “yeah, babe?”
you pout. “why’d you stop?”
he grins at you and your heart thumps wildly. it never seemed to still when you were with him. “we need to finish painting the room,” he says, placing one final peck on your face, “we’ll have plenty of time for this,” then sends a teasing grope to your ass with a smirk and you whimper, “later.”
it takes roughly a month for the two of you to get things completely in order. the deep satisfaction when everything finally turned out perfectly vibrated through your chests for weeks; you prayed the feeling would never end.
“we really did it,” you whisper, astounded, one night as you’re cuddled together in bed. “we finally made it.”
he hums joyfully, squeezing his arms tighter around your warm body pressed against his chest. “yeah,” he adds, “we did.” his lips ghost your neck and you shiver. “i couldn’t have done this without you,” he confesses, “you’re my everything.”
2024
“fuck,” yuta slams the front door shut angrily, hunching over as he falls to his knees. “are we really about to lose everything?”
you poke your head out of the kitchen around the hallway arch, startled from the noise. the sweet greeting you planned to give him was instantly replaced with anxiety.
“yuta?” you call, shuffling over to where he’s curled up on the mahogany floor. you hear what sounds like a sob, your chest tightening. “oh, god, baby,” you frown, lowering yourself to his level. he looks up at you, eyes puffy and cheeks stained with tears, and your heart shatters. “what happened?” you pull him in tightly against your chest. he doesn’t hold back once you do, loud cries and struggles of breath muffled by your tshirt, wetness staining the grey material. “baby,” your voice is shaky, quiet, trying not to disturb him by being too loud, “hey, it’s okay. it’s okay.”
you just sit there for a good twenty minutes, holding him like that. when he finally manages to calm down enough to communicate with you clearly, you take a seat on the couch together to discuss what had happened.
he looks devastated, completely rung out when the words leave his mouth. “i got laid off.”
your heart stops. your brain is already going into survival mode, calculating your income and how to split it between two people. fuck, it wasn’t enough. of course it wasn’t enough. it was the very reason neither of you planned to quit your jobs in the first place once you got married, because you needed the support of two salaries.
“i’ll figure it out, baby, i promise,” yuta assures you, intertwining his nervous hand with yours. “we’ll be okay.”
“yeah,” you choke out barely audibly. you never had to deal with a situation like this before. your current job had kept you secure for nearly four years now.
you trusted yuta, but not the corporate world. would things really be okay?
it took nearly eight months for yuta to find proper work again. he did his best to take on freelance in his field and other miscellaneous part-time gigs to fill in the gaps your income couldn’t, feeling like he was the absolute worst husband on earth for not being able to support you. it made him feel even more ashamed than he already did when he had those thoughts, because you never once expected that of him. you were fully capable of providing for yourself, which you were already doing before you two got married and decided to buy a home together. you weren’t even thinking about anything along the lines of him being a failure, your only concern laid in if you’d have to sell the house and move back in with his or your parents temporarily to get back on your feet.
the day he told you in full confidence and joy that he’d gotten a job offer– a great one, at that– every weight on your shoulders was instantly lifted.
“i knew you could do it,” you congratulated him, rubbing your thumbs across his knuckles, “i’m so proud of you.”
praise always made him turn to puddy in your hands.
and a primal animal.
he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, your sweet moans making his cock twitch repeatedly in your hole.
“fuck, you feel so perfect,” he groans, eyes rolling backwards as he sinks deeper into you. “gonna buy you some– ah– sexy lingerie to rip off your pretty fucking self when i get my first paycheck.”
you spill your nectar onto him with a loud cry, kissing him sloppily and convulsing against his body.
“such a good girl f’me,” he coos, shoving his tongue down your throat as he fills your tight cunt with his hot, milky cum.
you congratulated him further on his new job by giving him three more intense orgasms by sucking and fisting his cock for two hours straight that night.
2025
yuta has you pinned against the fridge, leg hiked up around his waist, stuffing his long, slender fingers into your needy cunt with fervor. you’re moaning uncontrollably, panting as your slick splashes out of you all over his fingers and the kitchen floor. yuta bites his lip with a fiery lust as you come for the third time within five minutes; he still hasn’t told you what the occasion was, not that you were complaining.
you finally catch your breath, letting out a soft whimper as he gently guides your leg back down onto the floor. you clench around air as you watch him suck all of your juices off of his pretty hands.
“so,” you huff a moment later, “you gonna tell me what that was for?”
“do i need a reason to make my wife come?” he smirks.
you roll your eyes, but smile. “of course not,” you tsks, “but i know you, yuta. you don’t usually pounce on me like this unless something good happened.”
he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper, “i got a promotion.”
you gasp, pushing him away from you excitedly. “no way?”
“yes way.”
“holy shit!” you clap your hands together joyously, “that’s incredible, baby!” you grab his face, squish his cheeks, then kiss him hard. “you deserve it so much!”
“thank you,” he blushes, “i’ve worked really hard.”
it was inevitable his responsibilities would grow and he’d become much busier. for a while, it was great– all of the work parties, trips, and conferences that you got to tag along with him on were extremely fun.
but that high could only last for so long before it would crash and burn.
it felt as if you only saw him one night a week, and barely at that. he’d eat dinner, shower, then immediately have to hop on a virtual meeting. you didn’t understand why they were working him to the bone like this. a meeting at 10 pm? he clocked out at five.
the resentment only continued to grow from that point onward. you tried to find time to sit down and talk to yuta, but even five minutes seemed impossible to schedule. you knew he wasn’t completely at fault, but that truth was hard to see when you were being suffocated by the consequence of unintended emotional neglect.
this is not what you wanted your life together to look like.
everything you built together was slowly starting to fall apart.
present
“good morning, yu, i made–”
“sorry, babe,” he cuts you off in a rush, “i’m running late.” he quickly shuffles over to your side and pecks your cheek, then runs towards the front door. “i won’t be home until late. work dinner. don’t wait up for me.”
he slams it shut.
of course he didn’t notice the look of disappointment on your face. of course he didn’t spare a second to say thank you for the meal, regardless that he didn’t have time to eat it.
what hurt most of all, was that he didn’t even bother to say ‘i love you’.
six months. six fucking months of him barely giving you the time of day, and you wanted to cry. you already had– many times– but what would he know? he didn’t even care to ask his wife how she was doing, it seemed. you couldn’t even remember the last time he did, the last time you two actually sat down and had a conversion passed surface level pleasantries.
you thought things were bad at the beginning when he first got the promotion, but this? this was a new level of pain. it cut you straight to the core, a stab wound that was constantly reopened any time it healed even just a little bit.
was he your husband, or just a roommate waiting for the lease to expire?
not only did your boss notice your lack of focus exponentially growing over the months, but the entire fucking office. turns out you weren’t so good at hiding your problems after all.
“y/n,” your boss calls you calmly as you step foot into her office, “i don’t know what’s going on with you, and you don’t need to tell me unless you feel comfortable sharing, but,” she sighs, “i think you need to take some time off. you’re clearly not doing well, and it’s affecting your work.”
“i’m fine, tsukumo-san,” you try to reason with her, “i’ll pick up on my slack, i promise. i’ll have everything up to date by the end of the week.”
she smiles sympathetically. it’s not that she didn’t trust you, but she knew how you worked well enough to know that things wouldn’t be fixed until whatever was weighing on you was resolved. “okay,” she says simply, offering you the benefit of the doubt, just this once. she deeply valued you as an employee. if you failed to do what you said, she’d put her foot down about you taking some vacation days.
“thank you,” you bow politely, taking your leave.
“y/n,” she calls you again, just as your hand touches the doorknob. you pause and turn around to face her a second time. you hadn’t mentioned anything about what you were dealing with, but it’s like she could see right through you. “whenever i’ve had a hard time in the past, it always helped me to spend some time on my own and reflect.” the way she says it makes your heart sink. she knows. of course she knows, from one married woman to another. you didn’t need to say anything to be understood. “do you get what i’m saying?”
you let out a shaky breath and you swallow. “yeah,” is all you say.
“hi, love–”
“not now.” yuta brushes right past you as he walks into the house that night, heading straight for his study. the door shuts with a loud, mocking slam.
you feel sick. this time, it’s impossible to stop them– the tears. they’re flowing out of you uncontrollably, choked sobs you desperately try to silence clogging your throat. one hand is on your mouth, the other your stomach, as your inner turmoil finally begins to seep through your pores. you drag yourself to the bedroom, the words of your boss sounding through your head.
“hello?” your mother picks up the phone, a bit surprised to see you’ve called at this time of day. it wasn’t late, only about 8 pm, but she was used to the usual weekend afternoon chats. “y/n, is something wrong?”
you let out a gasp for air, struggling to breathe. “m–mom,” you quiver, voice broken.
you hear her exhale with concern on the other end. “oh, honey,” she soothes, “what happened?”
you don’t give her details. you weren’t ready to feel like a failure as a wife in her eyes just yet. “c–can i come stay with you for a bit? maybe just a few days?”
“of course you can,” she says, “is yuta coming or–”
“just me.”
you hear her inhale sharply on the other end. “the guest room is already made for whenever you get here.”
“i’ll be there at some point this evening. i still have my key.”
“okay, baby,” you sense her smile apologetically through the speaker, “i’ll let your father know.”
“thank you.”
“take it easy,” she adds, “everything will be okay.”
“yeah,” you choke, but you weren’t sure if you believed that.
yuta freezes in the doorway when he walks in thirty minutes later, observing in confusion as you stuff clothes and other necessities into a suitcase.
“baby?” he calls gently, eyes flickering from it up to your face. in that moment, it felt like his whole world shattered. your eyes were red, cheeks swollen and stained with tears. “w–what’s going on?”
you could barely speak, voice raw. “i’m going to stay with my parents for a while.”
yuta wanted to throw up. “for how long?” his question was nearly inaudible.
“i don’t know,” you answered honestly. “could be a few days, could be a few weeks.” yuta’s stomach sinks. “i just need some time to think. alone.”
he’s fighting every fiber in his body not to beg you to stay, because he prides himself on being a good husband that doesn’t infiltrate your space, that respects your boundaries.
he doesn’t know what to say. he feels frozen, paralyzed, feet glued in place to the threshold. “okay,” his voice cracks.
he cries himself to sleep that night, clawing at his chest as the panic takes over his body, oxygen failing to reach his lungs. “no, no, no,” he chokes, gripping his pillow like it will somehow save him from this dreadful reality. “fuck. i fucked up.” his mind refuses to let him rest, every moment he even slightly bothered you flashing through his memories.
then, he sees it. the sadness on your face whenever he left for work without saying goodbye in the mornings. the spark in your eyes slowly fading the busier he became. the silence growing exponentially with each passing day.
“how did you not notice?,” he yells angrily at himself, “are you that fucking stupid?” he slams his fist into the nightstand. “you still call yourself a good husband after that? how full of shit are you?”
his anger turns into determination, a passionate fire to win you back igniting in his chest. he can’t lose you. he can’t let things go on like this.
he can’t live without you.
you thought it would be safe enough to drop by the house during the day, assuming yuta to be in office during business hours. after a week away, you realized you’d forgotten your favourite pajama set. you’d been so distracted, for obvious reasons, that it took you that long to notice.
your heart stops when you step through the front door and see yuta standing underneath the hallway arch, already looking at you.
“i… saw your car pull in,” he says quietly.
your pulse quickens. “i thought you’d be in the office.”
“i’ve been working from home these days.” little did you know he was doing so on purpose, hoping a situation such as this would occur. he needed to talk to you. he needed to fix things before it was too late. he figured the only way he’d get that opportunity is if he, quite literally, waited for you. so, he told his boss he’d be working from home for a while indefinitely. he was an important asset to the company, so they allowed it easily enough.
“i just needed to grab something i forgot,” you clear your throat, making your way towards the bedroom.
yuta just watches, hands shaking at his sides. it was now or never.
you don’t hear the bedroom door shut when he steps in. “y/n,” his voice is soft, remorseful. it tugs at your heartstrings. “i’ll do anything, please.” when you turn to face him, your eyes widen as you see he’s on his knees in a complete, deep bow, forehead touching the ground.
“yuta–”
“no, i have to do this,” his voice is uneasy, “i have to prove to you that i’m a good husband, that i love you so fucking much.”
you feel a pang of guilt. “lift your head, yu,” you sigh, walking over towards him, “you don’t need to bow to me.”
he looks up at you, eyes glossy and full of tears. he sniffles, reaching his arms out to grab your hips whilst he stays perched there on the floor. “i’m sorry,” he cries, “i’m so fucking sorry for hurting you like this, for neglecting you for so long.” he inhales a long breath, “i’m sorry for never noticing, i’m sorry for not asking how you’re doing, for not eating the incredible meals you’re always preparing for me, i–”
you lean over and grab his face to kiss him, shutting him up. his body relaxes from your touch, his fingers curling into the material of your trousers.
“you’ve said sorry enough,” you whisper as you pull away, gently rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks. “i forgive you."
“r–really?” he stutters, protruding his bottom lip. god, he looked so cute like that. so perfect on his knees, fully submitting to you.
“yes, really,” you hum, “and i want to talk about this more with you so we can work it out.”
he smiles up at you as he lifts one hand off of your thighs to wipe away his tears. “yeah, let’s.”
the two of you sit atop the bed and yuta listens. really listens, taking every word you say to heart.
“you need to promise me,” you say firmly, gripping his hand with love and assertion, “that this is never going to happen again, you hear me?”
he whimpers. whimpers.
“yes, baby,” he nods profusely, “i swear to god i’ll never hurt you like this again. i’m going to try so fucking hard to make things right. you can trust me.”
your heart swells with warmth, and you place your hand delicately on his knee. “good,” you grip him. his breath stutters in his throat, “i’m giving you this chance, so don’t let me down, okay?”
“i won’t,” he swears to you, willing to give his all to keep you.
for the next few weeks, yuta shows up. he does exactly what he said he would, even going as far as to making actual arrangements and changes with his boss to adjust his workflow to truly fulfill his promise to you. his boss, fortunately, admitted that he was putting too much pressure on him, but he’d proved himself a hard worker enough by now that he could let up on him. his tasks were fit for an extra set or two of hands. it was too much for one person to handle on their own.
you had three of five weeknights back, and the entire weekend.
“babe, look!” he shouts from the kitchen on a thursday evening. you close the novel you were reading and stand up from the living room couch to walk over towards him. “aren’t these cookies adorable?” your heart swells with joy at the little animal shapes he cut the dough into. “and i also made extra tigers since they’re your favourite.”
he was too sweet for his own good.
so sweet that it had you dropping to your knees and sucking him off seconds later.
“babe, what– ah!” he hands grip the side of the counter to keep himself from slipping, eyes fluttering shut with a loud gasp, “fuck!”
you're humming around him, slurping on his cock so loud and sloppily that you’re sure the neighbours can hear, picking up speed the more he moans.
“god, baby– i dunno what i did to d–deserve– shit– this,” he chokes, thrusting his hips harder into your throat as he reaches to grab your hair, “b–but thank you.” he comes with a loud growl, filling your mouth to the brim with his hot seed. he pushes his cock deep to the hilt, holding you still there with your lips resting against his pelvis as he pumps out his load. “such a good girl, swallowing me like that,” he whines, throbbing against your tongue, “you’re so good to me.”
you release him with a satisfied pop, slowly lifting yourself back up to your feet. you kiss his lips hard, making sure he tastes the residue of his cum. he groans into your mouth, pulling at your waist.
“fuck,” he mutters, “need to taste you. need to be a good boy for you.” your stomach twists at the thought. “would you like that?”
you pull back and look him straight in the eye. his mouth parts as a pathetic whimper falls from it.
“yeah,” you purr, low and sultry. you slide your tongue across his swollen, red lips, “i’d really like that, yu.”
he drags you over to the couch by your wrist, forgetting about the cookies cooling atop the stove, gently sitting you down on the cushions before dropping dramatically on his knees in front of you.
you clench around nothing, seeing him like that. if your time apart was good for anything else beyond space for mental clarity, it was finding out that you really fucking loved seeing yuta act submissive.
you cup his jaw as he pants impatiently, reaching for your waistband. you lift your ass up just enough to permit him to pull them down your legs.
“you’re so needy, baby,” you hum, squeezing his chin just slightly. he moans. “are you gonna make me feel good? gonna make me come?”
“fuck, yeah,” he releases a broken groan, “gonna have you squirting down my throat.”
and he does. multiple times actually, slurping and sucking at your overstimulated cunt, fingers prying into your sweet, soaked hole like his life depended on it.
“yuta!” you scream his name repeatedly, thrusting your cunt against his tongue desperately as he pushes you over the edge for the nth time that evening. “oh, fuck– fuck!”
“more,” he growls into your folds, “need more.”
you lost count of your orgasms at some point, succumbing to pure pleasure and completely fucked-out from his heavenly, skilled mouth.
a/n: sorry these lwk sound the same lol but i wanted to finish this request for my sweet anon!!! now time to go back to my usual fluff and funny jokes because angst makes me sad 🙏
kiri having to tell you to slow down and take it easy when you’re sucking his dick the first couple of times cus he’s so big. he cooing at you that you made it another inch than last time, brushing your hair off your face and eyeing the way your lips are stretched wide to accommodate him.
“just use your hand for what you can’t take.” he nods. “s’okay you’ll get there.”
the day you finally take his whole cock in your mouth he showers you with praise and says he can finally start stretching out your little pussy now so you can take him.
Isagi Yoichi kind of just sleeps in whatever position works. One night, he's curled into a ball. Another, he's holding his pillow. The next, he's completely sprawled on the bed. His sleeping position adapts to whatever the circumstances are. If it's hot, he'll sprawl out. If it's cold, he'll curl into himself to keep warm. Hm... adaptability. Almost as if that has something to do with his talent in soccer.... hmmm. Anyway, he probably snores too, but it's not as loud or annoying as others. ("Honk shooooo mimimimi... honk shoooo mimimimi...")
Rin Itoshi is 100% a pillow hugger. (Don't even joke with me lad.) As a kid, he'd sneak into Sae's room whenever he couldn't sleep, clinging to his brother while doing so. Now that the relationship between him and his brother is rocky, he unconsciously holds onto his pillow in place of Sae. He denies it every time, but you know better. ("Why would I be holding onto Sae?" "I never said any names." "...Shit.")
Sae Itoshi sleeps quite normally when compared to others. He doesn't snore and maintains a normal sleeping posture. However, he's also very exact about his sleep schedule. He goes to sleep with a sleeping mask on, never sleeps on the couch, uses silk sheets, and most of all, puts on a ton of products on his face before bed. ("You think I was born with this skin? Think again.")
Bunny Iglesias is creepy as hell at night. And he dares to find it funny when he scares you half to death. (It's the red eyes that get you every time, bru.) He sleeps with his back straight like a ruler and snores too. Extremely loudly, may I add. He also finds it hard to fall asleep right away, preferring to stay awake for a few minutes to watch you sleep. Creepy... but if you're into that, good for you? I think.
Michael Kaiser definitely sleeps while curled into a ball. Despite seeming like the untouchable emperor on the field, the minute he gets to take a nap, best believe he's curling his body like a little shrimp. Considering his rocky past, it may just be a habit he picked up as a child as an attempt to keep himself warm without a blanket. He sleeps without a blanket on days when he feels he underperformed, to remind himself of the cold he felt all those years ago as self-inflicted punishment.
PREMISE: There must be a guy out there that understands a woman's heart just a little! And your boyfriend might just be that with a small exception ; how a habit of theirs gets the both of you into a silly scandal!
wordcount: 3.2k (around 1k for each) | content & warnings: reader is referred to as "girlfriend" + usage of she/her pronouns, reader owns a purse, crackfick, teasing, joking, banter ; headcanons followed by scenarios
AUTHOR'S NOTE: love options is trending and rightfully so. its so catchy
RIN ITOSHI | 糸師凛
When you first started dating Rin was pretty new to all the relationship stuff.
He’d be awkward during physical affection. Quite literally stiffening when you’d hug him as a greeting. You think that even holding hands might have been too much for Rin at first, but over time as the two of you spent more time with each other and got more used to each other, Rin warmed up to you.
Still there were some habits of your early relationship phase that transcended over to your current relationship. Whenever Rin didn’t know how to behave around you, but still wanted to show you affection, he always insisted on carrying your purse.
Honestly, it was pretty cute. When you’d bring it, teasingly, Rin would just scoff and tell you not to bother with such lukewarm things, but it slowly turned into a habit. It was a gesture that made Rin show his love for you without having to verbally express it.
You didn’t even have to ask, Rin would always hold your purse. Whether that be on dates, on the way to the grocery store or to practice games. Rin would never let you carry it—he’d rather be a dead man. Seriously you’d have your purse slouched over your shoulder and he’d give you a stare that practically said “over my dead body.”
Now that you think about it, Rin was kind of like a puppy that would get territorial over their favourite toy—not that you’d ever tell Rin. Who would carry your purse then? Honestly, it’d still be him (who else?), because he can’t stand the thought of you thinking him as unreliable.
You can’t help but think that it also is some kind of an ego thing for Rin—having you rely on him makes him feel like a good boyfriend who’s able to take care of you. And honestly? It was really endearing, so you just continued to let him hold your purse.
There wasn’t ever an occasion where you’d have to carry your purse alone, at least not if Rin was around. But when the chance was given you took it, just to see how Rin would react.
Date night with Rin was something you'd always look forward to, this time especially. When the both of you decide to leave to go home you take your purse and slip it onto your arm. Normally Rin would take your purse to hold it for you, he’d never admit it but he’d be offended if you wouldn’t let him help you, so his reaction is no wonder.
“Stop that right now.” grumbles under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing together in irritation. “What?” You hum, pretending to be oblivious. “That.” His eyes drift downwards to where your purse rests in your arm. “What’s wrong with my arm?” You ask in disbelief and Rin just groans in annoyance. He most likely caught up to your scheme and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from laughing. “You know what I mean.” Acting confused by his words you tilt your head to the side. “Enlighten me.”
Rin practically yanks the purse off your arm and you tumble back against your seat, the cushioned material softening your fall. “Someone’s in a foul mood.” You joke and give him a knowing look. “It’s enough.” He remarks and you can’t help but frown playfully. “But Rin, it’s not even that heavy. Like seriously, it’s not a lot.” Your boyfriend's last thread of patience starts to loosen. “No more of this.” He says flatly and the corners of your mouth start to twitch.
Before you can drop the act, one of the servers comes up to your table.“Miss, are you alright?” You know you can order as much as you like. It’s on the house then.” It’s only then that you notice that the people around you are staring at Rin and you. They’re whispering and exchanging worried glances among each other. However when Rin gives them a dirty look they turn their heads away quickly and continue to poke around in their food.
Mental note to yourself: Rin’s PR team works hard, but the press works harder.
RIN ITOSHI SEEN ARGUING WITH GIRLFRIEND IN PUBLIC? THE YOUNG FOOTBALL PRODIGY HAS SUPPOSEDLY FAT-SHAMED HIS GIRLFRIEND FOR ORDERING TOO MUCH FOOD TELLS US A TRUSTED SOURCE: CLICK HERE TO READ MORE !
The both of you are already lying in bed, his arm resting over your waist. Distracted by the game he’s analysing before going to sleep, Rin doesn't notice the article you're reading.
Only when he hears you laugh does he lower the volume of the TV a little before facing you. You show him the article and put a hand over your mouth, muffling your laugh—it’s obvious that you find it quite hilarious.
Rin doesn't even need to read the whole article, the title alone is enough to piss him off. He grabs one of the pillows before softly tossing them at you and your laughter continues.
“What’s so funny about that anyway.” You just shake your head, cheeks hurting from how much you were laughing. “Tsk.” Rin grabs your phone and turns it off before putting it on the nightstand. “These lukewarm losers don’t even know what they’re talking about.” You swat his arm away before sitting up. “Oh, so you’re not even denying it?” There’s a tilt of teasing to your words and Rin rolls his eyes. “Only idiots would care about something like that.”
He pulls you into his embrace and you melt into him. “I’d never do that shit. What you eat is the least of my concerns and I know you can take care of yourself, so eat what you want.” It was rare for Rin to be this expressive and you can’t help but grin in happiness. “But, you like taking care of me.” You remind him before pressing a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Yeah, so let me carry your purse next time.” He nuzzles his face into the crown of your head and you simply hum in agreement.
“Gotcha.”
NAGI SEISHIRO | 凪誠士郎
When your boyfriend would stay over at your place, he’d use your expensive hair products, not to mention A LOT of it. However you’d always accentuate how it’s an exception that he gets to use them.
If you were to ever catch him using it without your permission you’ll start throwing hands at him.
But he didn’t stop. He said it was a hassle to bring his own shampoo and that he likes your smell, so what?
It got worse when you moved in together, to the point where you had to hide your shampoo in your room, your conditioner somewhere in the depths of the bathroom drawers that Seishiro and you never really bothered to clean and your hair mask was hidden somewhere in between the folded towels.
Luckily for you, that seemed to do the trick, because after that he’d no longer smell like whipped vanilla and soft cashmere.
Admittedly, him using your products because of their price wasn’t the only reason, the other and actually real one, was that for some reason the products smelled better on him than they ever did on you??? You doubt that Nagi would even care that much if you’d told him that, however it was very much a BIG deal for you.
After all, you can’t have your boyfriend smelling better than you, right??? Especially if you share the same products!
Summer was unbearable, but so was winter. A few months ago you wished that summer would come sooner and now that it’s here you should’ve just lived in the freezing cold for a little longer. With that knowledge you dragged your boyfriend outside to enjoy the last bits of summer as long as you can.
There wasn’t really something you had in mind, but as you took a stroll around your local park you saw an ice cream vendor and just couldn’t resist yourself. Plus points because it also helped you cool off.
Walking hand in hand with Seishiro was comforting and warm, actually, maybe a bit too warm, but you didn’t mind. When Nagi lets go of your hand to throw away the stick of his icicle in the nearby trashcan you notice a leaf stuck to his snowy hair.
“Sei, you have something in your hair.” You mention, eyes glinting with curiosity as you glance up at him. He doesn’t even have to ask what your intentions are, just hums and bends down in compliance for you to remove it. Amused by his adherence, you reach forward to pick the leaf out of his hair, by doing so catching a whiff of his shampoo.
He smelled good. Really sweet and cozy, like a scent you could get used to. Matter of fact—where have you smelled that familiar scent before? And that's when it hit you—
“Seishiro!” You yell, dumbfounded by what he’s done. Eyes widening in shock and slightly backing away from him to create distance. “What?” Your boyfriend shakes his head to clear it of any further plants that could somehow have gotten stuck in his hair. “Which shampoo did you use?” You ask cautiously, eyes narrowing to scrutinize his face. To your dismay, he doesn’t show much of a reaction besides a simple shrug of the shoulders.“I dunno, I just grabbed the first battle I got my hands onto.” He says and cocks an eyebrow at you. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh my God.” You whisper more to yourself than him. His response hits you like a truck, because how could you have been so clumsy? The other day you were so caught up with your everything-shower you forgot to hide all your products afterwards. That’s how Seishiro must have gotten his hands on your shampoo. “Do you understand the gravity of the situation?” You step forward on your tip toes and put your hands on his shoulders—well, barely—to get him to look at you. “You’re confusing me.” He simply says, face blank and question marks comically popping up all over his head.
“Seishiro.” You practically groan in frustration before face palming yourself. Left in the dark, your boyfriend just stands there in confusion.
As soon as you got home you took a shower, firstly because you wanted to check how much of your product was left and secondly because this heat was unbearable. When you were done you tucked the products away in their usual hiding spots, before going into the living room where Seishiro already sat on the sofa. With how focused he looked you didn’t even have to guess what he was doing and as you glanced over to the TV your suspicions were confirmed. Once again he was immersed in playing video games. Cute.
He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t notice your presence. “You got a message while in the shower.” He nods at your phone that lays on the coffee table in front of him and you can’t help but smile. As if on instinct, Seishiro moves to make space for you on the sofa, despite there being plenty. He always enjoyed having you near him, no matter where he was or what he was doing. “It’s from Reo.” You say and Seishiro hums to let you know that he’s listening.
What could Reo possibly want from you? You unlock your phone with one hand as the other continues to pat dry your hair with the towel.
Opening your unread messages, you see that Reo has sent you a link. Beneath it was a message of his own. His message reads: “i told him to drop the 3 in 1 shampoo smh” Curious about the meaning of his words you open the link and whatever you were expecting certainly wasn’t that.
SEISHIRO NAGI REEKS! SPOTTED OUTSIDE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND THE FOOTBALL PLAYER APPEARS CONFUSED WHEN HIS GIRLFRIEND LOOKS DISGUSTED AS SHE SMELLS HIS HAIR! INTERESTED? FIND MORE HERE!
The noise from the screen dies down, a sign that Seishiro has stopped playing. Luckily for you your hair shields you from his view point, hiding the big smile that’s plastered on your face. Without any comment you show him the article, in response to seeing it, he simply sighs.
“I don’t reek.” Seishiro groans, pulls you onto his lap and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Yeah, that better be the case, especially when you’re using my products.” You scoff before slithering your arms around his waist, your face pressed against his chest and inhaling his scent.
SAE ITOSHI | 糸師冴
Sae never really understood the purpose of social media, but he wasn’t one to spoil your fun and still listened to your ramblings about how you didn’t know which picture to choose to post on your story
When he told you that “you look the same” on each of them you got mad at him and slapped his shoulder
Due to his poor wording he had to repeat his words, what he actually meant was that you looked pretty in every picture, so it shouldn’t really matter which one you post
However, posting yourself was one thing. Posting Sae was a whole new universe, because no one ever believed that you were really dating Sae
Why? Oh, simple. Sae lets all his social media accounts be managed by his PR team which meant that he never likes your stories, posts or reposts any of the stories that you tag him in
To make things better: he didn’t even follow you—Sae’s PR team removed all his following which just made you look like A) a parasocial and obsessive fan with stalker like tendencies or B) a neglected girlfriend that needs to be pitied, because her boyfriend gives her the cold shoulder
Both weren’t true, at least partially. Firstly, you and Sae have been together for a long time and also made public appearances together, secondly, Sae was a great boyfriend, well, with the exception that he doesn’t follow you, likes your stories or reposts them—yes, you’re bitter about that, so maybe the rumors aren’t that wrong. (They are.)
However, some people would always read too much into things and would stir up drama or maybe they were aware and just wanted to create drama for the fun of it—whatever the reason it didn’t quite help your and Sae’s predicament. His PR basically rubbed more salt into the wound, by reposting a post of a sports event Sae recently attended. Coincidentally both Sae and a rising female football player were in the photo together.
Usually this wouldn’t be a problem, if it weren’t for the fact that said athlete had expressed her interest towards Sae in a recent interview. She made it clear that she admired him and looked up to him, but somehow fans decided to twist her words and internet rumors started to circulate.
Of course, his fans thought that Sae reposted the post and was secretly hinting at something. When it was in fact his PR team that messed up and should’ve done their research better. After all, there had always been a few fans who joked about how Sae didn’t even follow you, unfortunately this joke quickly snowballed into an internet debate whether Sae was cheating on you or not and just soft launched his new partner.
People started bashing Sae for being a disloyal asshole, then there were people who pointed out that it was so obvious that you and Sae broke up, others speculated that maybe Sae and you were maybe never dating to begin with, you just played with his feelings and that Sae deserved better—it took some time and nerve for you to ignore that comment. However there were also comments that said that you deserved better which did make up for it. You liked them on your private account for the sole reason of pissing Sae off.
Safe to say, the post didn't make it better and his PR team was now cleaning up after the mess they caused, deleting the story and going as far as releasing a statement. But what’s posted on the internet, stays on the internet forever. It didn’t take long for the first posts to appear, evidenced by screenshots, interactions in public and other stupid things people were trying to take apart and nitpick.
The two of you had just finished dinner, you were sitting at the dining table, enjoying a glass of Kombucha, while Sae was in the kitchen rinsing the dishes. You were just mindlessly scrolling around until an article pops up on your feed and it immediately catches your interest.
SAE ITOSHI CAUGHT CHEATING? GOING FROM A FOOTBALL PLAYER TO A PLAYER ! UNLOYAL TO HIS COUNTRY AND GIRLFRIEND !!! FOR THE FULL ARTICLE WITH PROOF CLICK HERE! SUBSCRIBE TO GET AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW FROM YOUNGER ITOSHI BROTHER, RIN ITOSHI AND HIS THOUGHTS!
As you read the last sentence you can’t help but laugh, choking on the Kombucha while doing so. You can’t believe that they even dragged Rin into this. Upon hearing the sound of your coughing, Sae rushes over to your side to check up on you, only to find you smirking and giving him a smug look that indicates trouble. He’s furrowing his eyebrows and asks. “What is it this time?” You don’t answer him, all you do is show him your phone and the rest is for him to figure out. (Not like it’s hard.)
Instead of showing him the article, you show him your story that’s uploading right now. Sae squints his eyes together to make out what the text on your story says, although he wishes he didn’t.
Your newly posted story shows the article you’ve read. To make matters worse—much worse for Sae—you tagged his account and wrote “This is how I find out???” Obviously meant as sarcasm, but he’s sure that some of these delusional reporters and journalists will use your story to create some other shitty article.
“Delete that.” He says plainly, not asking, but demanding. You just shake your head and give him a playful smile. “Nah, let’s wait. Maybe a new article will emerge from this. Best believe I’m gonna repost that too.” Just like he expected. Sae pinches his nosebridge in annoyance, before stealing your phone out of your hand to delete the story on his own.
He doesn’t say anything as he takes out his phone from the pockets of his pants. Without a warning he grabs your hand and puts it onto the dining table, his right next to it. With a precision only Sae could achieve, he takes a meticulous photo. No—not just an ordinary one, the photo is clearly supposed to point at the matching promise rings you and Sae wear. The photo goes straight to his story and you laugh.
It’s quite endearing. You brought up the idea of promise rings a few months ago because you saw a cute pair at your favourite jeweler. What you didn’t plan on was Sae taking your idea so seriously and going as far as ordering customized rings. They were quite simple, but you liked them a lot.
As he finished uploading his story you decide to tease Sae. “People are gonna think we’re engaged now.” You laugh, amused how this situation turned out. “We’ll be soon anyway.” he says nonchalantly before walking away towards the bathroom and you take a moment to register his words. He already locked the door when you were fully able to comprehend his words. Unfortunately, you can’t help the blush that creeps up onto your face and spreads faster than a wildfire.
"Come on Schatz, you want me to beg? I'll beg" Michael drops to his knees right in front of you where youre sat at the edge of the bed, his large hands sliding up your thighs with a desperate, uncharacteristic eagerness that makes your breath hitch.
"...just look at me, Liebling-" he begs, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your hip, his hands gripping you tighter "I cant stop thinking about that sweet, virgin ass of yours...j-just let me feel it once, ja? I'll be so gentle for you. Just say yes for me"
You hesitate, wringing your hands as you look down at him, and give a quiet, reluctant "i-i dont know, micha.. I really dont think I can..-"
The shift is instantaneous.
The desperate softness vanishes from his face in a fraction of a second. His hands drop from your legs as he stands up, towering over you once more, his expression hardening into a mask of cold, biting disdain.
He turns his back to you, letting out a sharp, theatrical sigh of absolute disgust before looking back over his shoulder with a mocking smirk
"Right. Of course. Silly me, expecting a fraction of effort from you," he spits out, his voice dripping with venomous guilt-tripping.
"After everything I do, this entire penthouse, the credit cards, the clothes on your back, a life you wouldn't even sniff without me funding every second of it- and you can't even stomach doing this one simple thing to please me? Unbelievable."
You bite nervously at the insides of your cheeks, huffing slightly in such a way that let him know you were actually considering it with the heavy weight of guilt now...
For weeks now.. weeks, he's been planting little hints: casual comments about intimacy ("Some couples try everything.."), leaving obscure pornographic magazines on your coffee table with certain pages marked ("Anal pleasure: A beginner's guide"), even once "accidentally" walking in while you were showering and staring just a second too long before saying nothing.
But this..
This is different. You're actually considering it-- and for Kaiser- the narcissistic king who demands worship but secretly craves affection more than anything else-- that makes his stomach flip violently beneath layers of emotional armor.
"Say it..say it or I'll leave this bedroom and youre gonna sleep alone today.." he wouldnt. He couldnt sleep without you either.
But hey, he needed you to cave in first, right? No matter the dirty ways he'd obtain it through.
"Okay.." you blurted out, looking up at him with wide, frantic eyes.
A slow, devastatingly beautiful smile spreads across his handsome face. And within seconds, hes back on you, kissing you deeply and letting out a low hum of triumph.
When he pulls back its just so he can murmur against your spit slick slips "I'll go slow. I swear on my career, I will be careful for you, mein süßes Mädchen..."
"Mhm" you nod softly at him, already dazed and wet as fuck just from a mere kiss from him. You were such putty in his hands.
"Oh, you're already wet, aren't you?" Kaiser whispers, nuzzling his face into the side of yours, his breath fanning hot over your ear. "My good girl shouldn't be this easy.." He was being mocking and affectionate all at once.
"Micha..m-" you whimpered out, pouting at him "m not wet.." you mumbled, giving a full body shudder when you felt him smirk again.
Kaiser lets out a sharp, breathy laugh, disbelieving as your weak lie hangs in the air
"Lügnerin," he hisses immediately, German slipping out again with that signature bite. Liar.
Without warning, Kaiser's hand suddenly slides down from your face to your thigh, and then higher. Higher.
Until his fingers brush against the damp fabric of your panties through the thin material.
The second he feels how soaked you are, his eyebrow arches so high it nearly disappears into his blonde bangs.
He doesn't say anything for a solid three seconds, just stares at where his fingertips rest over your clothed plush cunt...
"Mmhm" he hums sarcastically under his breath before pressing two fingers right against the wet spot through fabric.
Kaiser's gaze drops to his fingers
The glistening evidence, your arousal clinging between his fingertips like proof of your lie, makes something primal click in him. A switch flips behind those icy blue eyes: amusement shifts into dark predatory satisfaction
He holds up the damp digits slowly...deliberately.. turning his hand so you can see it too, the sheer amount of wetness staining his skin. Then, without breaking eye contact, he brings those same two fingers to your lips.
"Lick" Kaiser commands simply- voice firm and unyielding like a king ordering a subject.
And deep down, you know resisting will only make him push harder.
You shiver, wrapping those plump lips around his fingers and sucking, keeping eye contact, and the sight alone is enough to drive him crazy.
He groans, yanks his fingers out and wipes them on your cheek before grabbing at your hip tight. "Come on..get on your fours."
You whimpered, instantly obeying, jumping up and taking your panties off, standing on shaky knees and letting your face fall first into the pillow, raising your plump ass high up in the air.
"Scheiße..." Kaiser palms himself through his slacks, grabbing firmly at his achingly hard cock and stroking through the fabric.
"You make me so fucking hard it hurts" he snarls out, yanking his boxers down and shifting on his knees behind you, grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and pressing his leaky tip at the tight ring of muscles, the other spreading your cheeks apart.
He teases, rubbing his thick cockhead in slow circles against you... spreading warmth and pressure.. letting you feel every inch without penetration.
His tattooed knuckles tremble slightly as he grips himself, squeezing gently to push out more precum.
The contrast is filthy, those elegant, inky tattoos against pale skin and then his thick cock leaking right onto your untouched hole.
He's not shaking from nerves though
It's pure arousal. Overwhelming need to just shove inside you already, but also.... a twisted pride in how beautiful this looks.. him about to deflower your ass with all that dominance radiating off him.
"F-feels...good." you whimpered out, reluctantly
"Y-your cock is so heavy... so hot against my ass." You added breathlessly, tiny rocking motions of your ass against his leaking tip following, helping him as he spreads the slickness on the rim of your tight, virgin ass
Kaiser listens to every word you mumble into the pillows, and his chest swells with arrogant satisfaction. Of course it feels good. Everything about him is superior, his body included.
But the way you're helping him.. The tiny, shy rocking of your ass against his leaking cockhead... spreading that precum like a natural lubricant...
It's adorable
And stupidly hot.
He exhales sharply through his nose, a quiet laugh mixed with lust- and finally stops teasing.
With one firm hand gripping your hip for stability, Kaiser lines himself up properly..
Then pushes forward.
The moment his thick cockhead breaches you, actually pushes inside, your entire body locks up.
It's not just tightness.
It's burning. A sharp, stretching pain that makes your eyes squeeze shut and your fingers twist the sheets like they're the only thing anchoring you to reality
A gasp rips from your throat- raw, unfiltered- and kaiser feels it, how your muscles clamp down around him in resistance, how every inch of you tenses against the invasion.
And despite himself, despite all self control slipping rapidly, he actually stops.
"M-micha..? What's wrong?" You whimpered out, turning shakily to glance at him from over your shoulder with a confused pout.
Kaiser swallows hard.
Your ass is still fluttering around him, it clenches instinctively, and the sensation is maddening. A hot vice-like grip that makes his hips jerk forward on pure reflex... but he stops himself again.
Because you're looking at him like that.
Big eyes full of innocent confusion. Lip still caught between your teeth from earlier.
And for a narcissist who never hesitates to take what's his, this pause is uncharacteristic.
He blinks once... twice... then exhales through his nose -slowly, and leanes down to kiss you, to shut up your questioning. He didn't wanna admit anything..
His mouth moves over yours gently- lips pressing in slow waves- as if he's trying to comfort you without words. To distract from the pain still lingering where his cock stretches you wide open.
When he finally pulls back an inch just enough to breathe, Kaiser murmurs against your lips "Shh... relax"
"..w-why're you being so..so gentle? W-whats up, micha?"
Kaiser hesitates, avoids your gaze. Then turns his face back towards yours.
With another quiet exhale, Kaiser kisses you again, slower this time, and gently nips your bottom lip "I don't wanna hurt my girl too much.."
Oh..
You honestly didnt expect how his words made your heart and your cunt both flip with simultaneous arousal and love for him..
You whined loudly, body immediately relaxing under his confession and the way he was kissing you, shivering hard and your tight hole actually welcoming his cock in like a reflex now
Kaiser feels it the moment you relax
Your body, which had been tense and resisting him just seconds ago, suddenly melts. Your inner muscles soften around his cock.. welcoming him now instead of fighting.
And holy shit-
That's the hottest thing he's ever fucking felt.
A low groan rumbles in his chest as your heat adjusts to him, accepting every thick inch without resistance anymore. The pain must've dulled, because you're practically hugging his cock with that tight warmth now.
"F-feels so nice..!" You slurred out into his wet lips, hiccuping "mmmh!.. I love being filled with your cock!"
His tattooed hand reached down under your belly and pressed nimble fingers at your clit to give you actual pleasure, your eyes rolling back slightly when he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
The more he was playing with your pussy, the more of his massive girth your ass welcomed in, making out lazily, wet, syrupy smacks of lips meeting and parting filling up the room while his hips fed you slow drags of his cock.
God...it felt...
It felt insane to him. So good that he was slowly losing self semblance.
Better than he imagined, tighter than anything else, even better than your pussy. The heat is unbearable in the best way, the way your muscles squeeze him like a vice with every brush of his fingertips against your swollen clit-..
You turned your head more to peek at him while he kept jackhammering his swelling cock into your ass, and..
Oh fuuuck.. he looked just as lost in pleasure as you were. Even more so
You've never seen him look like that before.
Kaiser's face is drunk on pleasure- completely wrecked, flushed from head to chest, lips slightly swollen from biting back shameful moans.
His blue eyes are blown so wide they're almost black, pupils swallowing every last bit of color. And his cheeks? Pink as hell- something that never happens unless he's this far gone.
He looks beautiful.
Kaiser doesn't realize how obvious his expression is- how utterly ruined he looks just from fucking your sweet ass.
But you see it.
And the thought hits you all of a sudden
If anal makes him look like this... maybe you should let him do it more often.
The idea sends a thrill through you, not just because of the pleasure, but because look at him. The great Kaiser Michael, reduced to a panting, flushed mess by something as simple as being inside your tight heat.
It's empowering.
Without thinking, drunk on lust yourself, one hand reaches up and brushes against his burning cheek- thumb tracing over his rosy lips while he keeps moving inside you.
He nuzzles into your touch instinctively, letting out a long moan as his eyes glaze over when they met yours.
"F-feels so good...! Haah.., schatzi-"
"Fuck, micha..feels th-that good, baby?" You whined out, your own eyes rolling back when he pressed at your clit clumsily again-
Kaiser nods, actually nods, feverishly so.
He cant speak anymore. Words are impossible, they feel impossible with how numb his tongue feels in his mouth.
His brain is a static-filled void of pure sensation, the tight, scorching heat around his cock, the way your body shudders under him, how your clit pulses against his clumsy fingers when he touches it again.
He's not even being precise with those finger movements, just pressing randomly wherever he can reach because everything feels too good right now.
Leaning down, Kaiser kisses you sloppily, messy and open-mouthed, and picks up the pace of his thrusts slightly. Deeper. Faster.
You can feel his thrusts growing uncoordinated and sloppy, you can feel the swelling of his big cock flexing inside your now smoothly stretched out ass- his fingers keep slipping off your clit and falling to your pelvis before cursing under his breath and trying his best to keep them where he knew you needed them-
But fuck, he simply cant hold it anymore..
"Scheiße, scheiße, es... es geht nicht mehr, ich komme.." hes chanting gibberish now
Kaiser whimpers out, throwing his head back as his cock spurts thick, nasty jets of his hot semen right into your guts, lazily grinding his hips against your ass, shaky hands finding way back to your waist.
He shuddered, half collapsing on your back and heaving, blindly searching for your mouth with his lips, capturing it into another kiss.
The two of you stay tangled together, lips moving sluggishly, kissing like there's no urgency at all
Every exhale is warm and shaky against each other's mouths. The air between you is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, your breaths mingling as his cock twitches inside your stretched ass, still releasing lazy spurts of cum even after he finished.
The second his softening cock slips out of you- pop -your hole stays slightly open for a brief moment, the evidence of your intimacy dripping onto the sheets beneath.
But Kaiser doesn't let it go to waste.
With a lazy smirk, he grabs himself and gives his cockhead one firm slap against your swollen clit-- the wet smack echoing softly in the quiet room.
A shiver runs through you at the sensation: warm, leftover sticky cum smearing over your oversensitive bundle of nerves.
"Knew you'd take it so well...so fucking pretty, liebling" he whispers, words muffled by the still on going kiss.
"Love you, micha" you whimpered out against his lips, blinking slowly at him.
"Ich weiß.." he huffed, the smirk growing with inflating ego at your words, cupping your cheek and brushing tenderly over your cheekbone.. "i know my girl loves me...I always knew."
cw: suggestive just a tad bit, this honestly counts as crack; also there was an error and the end of rins message so that’s why it’s cropped
a/n: well… HONESTLY this took so long cus i just got my nails done and school is in five days like omg..so yeah..shidous own pissed me off so much but it kinda fits his character sooo also please notice the ones who got back together were the ones who were on “break”😕
@kohanalive it’s here sis
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"You should tell your boyfriend what you've been doing", he said so quietly, you almost couldn't hear it. "Huh?" You looked down at Sae who stared at you with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks while you rode him. "T-tell my boyfrie-? Ah! Sae!" You couldn't finish your sentence because of Sae roughly pinching your nipples.
"Yeah. Tell him you're with me now" You breath picked up, as his tip pushed against that sugery spot inside your fluttering walls. He poked against the bulge in your stomach with his index, hissing and pressing his eyes shut as his dick twitched inside.
"B-but he is your teammate!", you whined unable to control the altitude of your voice because of Sae thrusting up in your cunt. "You'll be in trouble too if he finds out" Sae huffed, before lifting you off his dick and flipping you around, soppily ramming into you again.
Your legs stretched, while your back arched up, eyes rolling back. "fuck! S-so rough?" He grunted, before kissing you to muffle your moans, then pulling away and grabbing your jaw, digging his thumb in one cheek, while all his other fingers dug into the other one, opening your mouth that way
"I don't give a fuck" Sae lifted your hips, angling them to get deeper into your dripping pussy, while letting his spit drip into your mouth. His whole body was shaking and his breath was stuttering, his thrusts didn't lack any intensity though.
"Tell your boyfriend-" His pace slowed down and got replaced with steady rams into you, before he started to move his trembling hips in circles, creaming your walls in his spurting cum and dragging his pulsing veins along your clenching walls "-that I am your boyfriend now"
Hi can you write fluff for sae he’s really sick so he being needy you give him kisses and feed him strawberries js pure fluff
so needy!
synopsis sae itoshi is sick & needy!
The minimalist bedroom of Sae’s apartment was completely dark, the heavy blackout curtains shutting out the bright afternoon sun. On the bed, your world class midfielder was buried under a thick duvet, his chest heaving with slow, shallow breaths.
His signature teal eyes were half lidded. His cheeks were flushed a bright pink that completely ruined his usual pristine, unbothered composure.
You walked into the room carrying a tray with a fresh basin of cool water, a warm mug of herbal tea, and a small bowl of sliced strawberries. The second the door clicked, Sae’s eyes snapped toward you, a deeply irritated scowl instantly cutting across his handsome face.
"You're late," Sae muttered, his voice a raw rasp interrupted by a sudden harsh cough. karma for complaining I guess. He clicked his tongue sharply, shifting his broad shoulders under the blanket. "I told you ten minutes ago that the air in here was getting stale. Your efficiency today is pathetic."
"I was letting the tea steep sae." you replied softly, completely used to his sharp tongue when he was healthy, let alone when a fever was frying his brain.
You sat on the edge of the mattress and set the tray down. After wringing out the cloth, you gently laid the cool fabric across his burning forehead. Sae let out a faint, barely audible sigh of relief, his entire rigid frame slumping an inch into the pillows, though his eyes remained locked onto yours.
"This is ridiculous," he growled under his breath, staring up at the ceiling with total disgust. "A mere fever, completely disrupting my schedule. My body is acting like an amateur. It's disgusting."
"You're human, Sae. Even the best prodigies in Europe get sick," you teased gently, reaching for the mug on the tray. "Drink this first. It'll help your throat."
He let out a weak, annoyed grunt, but he let you slide a hand behind his neck to help lift his head off the pillows. He wrapped his long, elegant fingers around the ceramic mug, taking a few slow, careful sips of the warm liquid. The steam hit his flushed face, and he closed his eyes as the soothing blend eased his rough cough.
Once he set the mug down, you picked up the small bowl from the tray. "Eat these too. You need to get something in your system."
Sae stared flatly at the piece of fruit you held up to his lips, his eyebrows furrowing in slight protest. He absolutely hated feeling helpless, but the sweet scent of the ripe strawberries combined with your persistent gaze finally broke his stubborn resolve. He leaned forward slightly, parting his lips to let you feed him. He chewed slowly, the cool, refreshing fruit instantly soothing the bitter taste in his mouth.
You fed him a few more pieces, carefully wiping a stray drop of juice from the corner of his mouth with your thumb.
You started to stand up to set the empty bowl back on the tray, but before your feet could even properly hit the floor, Sae’s hand shot out from beneath the duvet.
His fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. His grip wasn't weak at all. It was firm. He didn't pull you down, but he held you to your same position, entirely refusing to let you take a single step away from him.
"Stay." Sae murmured, his voice weak and low.
"I'm just putting the bowl back on the tray. It'll take me literally two seconds," you laughed softly, looking down at his tightly locked fingers.
"I don't care about the bowl." he snapped, his eyebrows furrowing with a sudden, rare wave of raw frustration. He pulled your arm slightly, forcing you to sit right back down onto the mattress beside his hip. His eyes flared with a fiercely possessive, intense neediness that he would absolutely deny to his grave if he were healthy. "The kitchen can wait. Lay down with me. Your hands are cold, and they feel good on me."
He didn't let go of your wrist. Instead, he smoothly slid his hand down, threading his long fingers through yours, locking your palms together. He dragged your intertwined hands under the heavy duvet, pressing them flat against his broad chest so you couldn't pull away.
He rolled onto his side, his flushed face burying straight into your thigh as he let out a long, shaky, defeated sigh, his heavy eyelids finally drifting shut.
"Don't move," Sae whispered against your skin, his voice fading into a sleepy mumble as the fever finally forced his hyperactive brain to rest. "If I wake up and you aren't here, I'm gonna be pissed. Just... stay right there."
You just smiled, your fingers gently tracing through his messy hair as he finally drifted off to sleep, anchored to your side.
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