Kaiser wasn't necessarily hiding you away, he just wasn't advertising the fact that the two of you were dating.
As egosistic as he was, there was a small part of him that felt like if his teammates knew about you, you'd leave him for one of them and that was a reality he refused to live in.
You guys had been dating for around two years now and aside from the one off media sightings he had successfully hidden you from everyone... except Alexis who was the one that set the two of you up.
After a practice, Kaiser had just gotten out of the shower, his towel wrapped loosely around his waist revealing a blue ink tattoo of your initials inside of a rose near his groin.
"New ink?" Alexis asked, slapping Kaiser on the shoulder.
Of course he was the one to expose your relationship to the team, he was also the only person besides the two of you who knew why he wanted to keep it a secret.
That's when Isagi turned around to look, "What do those letters stand for?"
"They're Y/N's right? That's so cool man." Alexis asked, was he being dense on purpose or was he just trying to rile him up.
"Who's Y/N?" Another player asked.
And while part of him wanted to slam the door to his locker and walk away he sighed, you'd been with him for two years. If you were going to leave him it wouldn't be over this.
"Mein Liebling..."
"Seriously? Someone actually likes you?" Isagi laughed, but stopped when he saw Kaiser running after him with a metal water bottle in hand.
✩ Gym Bag H. Chigiri
The boys were bored waiting for Ego to have the team meeting with them so they decided to play a game where they went around and said what was in their bags.
For the most part, it was normal things like hair ties, extra socks and shoes or the occasional good luck charm given to them by someone special.
And Chigiri's was the same, except for the frilly pink makeup bag with your initials that he pulled out.
"Yo?" Eita raised an eyebrow, "and you say you aren't feminine."
Chigiri rolled his eyes and threw a towel at him, "It's not mine, It's my girlfriend's."
"Girlfriend you say?" Karasu walked over and threw an arm over his shoulder, "pics or it didn't happen." The rest of the people in the gym nodded in agreement.
Reluctantly he opened his camera roll and showed them all pictures of you, to flex and to prove that you were real. And as annoyed as he pretended to be, he loved seeing them drool over the girl none of them could have but him.
✩ House S. Barou
Barou didn't really like having people over at his apartment. While he was friends and rivals with some of his teammates he also knew their cleanliness patterns and his place was immaculate. He didn't want those goons in his sanctuary of cleanliness.
They were on the way to a restaurant when a bird pooped on Isagi's shoulder, "what the hell? Sorry guys, I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out." He groaned trying not to gag.
Though he didn't want to, he also didn't want to miss out on updates from his biggest rival.
"My complex is up the street, you can borrow one of my shirts."'
"Are you gonna show us where you keep your maid outfits?" Nagi asked in his monotoned voice as he followed the group, eyes glued to his phone.
"I'm gonna push your donkey ass into some train tracks."
✩
Once they made it inside Barou glared at the group, "Shoes off and don't mess up anything... I'll be right back."
The apartment was decorated pleasantly nice. They expected it to be white walls and furniture with a hospital vibe, but instead it was very warm.
"Hey Isagi, take a look at this," Nagi said, picking your pink mug with bunny ears, "I think we were right about Barou secretly working at a maid cafe."
Isagi laughed and looked at the shoe rack near the door, "sure, but how can we explain these shoes?" He asked, picking up a pair of sandals.
"These are way too small for Barou ."
"Probably because they're not mine." Barou groaned, "They're my wife's."
"Wife?!"
"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Isagi asked, looking all over the living room for more traces of you.
Barou handed him the shirt and sighed, "I have, the two of you are just so self absorbed you never noticed?"
"Really?" Nagi asked.
✩ Reposts R. Shidou
"Soooo Shidou, are you in fantasy land again? Why are all your reposts about a relationship?" Sendou asked, showing his phone screen which was on Shidou'sTikTok page.
"The only thing I'm dreaming about is being in her pussy," Shidou laughed, dreaming about the last time the two of you were together.
"So you actually have a girlfriend?" Aiku raised a brow, "like she's not just a hookup?"
The thought of you being reduced to something as small and irrelevant as a hookup sent a feeling of rage through the striker's body.
It didn't bother him at all what they said or thought about him, but he didn't play when it came to you. So he grabbed a stray ball and chucked it at Aiku who caught it with an amused expression.
"I see it's someone serious then?" He tossed the ball to the floor then opened the app to see the reposts himself.
Sae, who'd be silently watching the whole thing sighed, "she's definitely real, this demon texts me about her constantly."
Shidou showed one of his creepy smiles, "And yet you don't respond to any of them..."
Sendou scrolled more and then he came across one that was about a one year anniversary and his face dropped into an unreadable expression.
"You mean this dunce has held down a relationship for a year and I can't even get a girlfriend? What's the catch? She's like ugly or something right?"
Shidou laughed and showed him a picture of you that he found to be the most beautiful.
"Aw hell."
I'm feeling so inspired... I've been writing so much recently I hope y'all enjoy
ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, isagi yoichi, barou shoei x fem!reader
⭑.ᐟ synopsis. surprising your bllk husbands with creative pregnancy reveals!
content warning. fem, wife!reader. suggestive (pull-out game, baby fever, etc). pet names. teeny tiny bit of angst in kaiser's part. twins. nagi feigning ignorance. lots of kisses because yeah. 4.5k wc!
notes. heavily inspired by peachy pregnancy reveal videos on yt!
𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄
you had never fought so hard to contain laughter in your life.
it was a quiet afternoon, and you were resting on your bed when sae suddenly barged into your shared bedroom, looking slightly confused.
his brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly parted. he had just finished taking a shower, water droplets dripping down his skin, and a towel hung loosely around his waist.
but what really caught your attention was the pile of clothes draped over the bend of his elbow. clothes that you had instantly recognized.
“tsk,” he clicked his tongue in irritation, tossing the garments onto the mattress one by one. “the dumbass dryer shrunk my clothes.”
now laying on the bed were three tiny white shirts, a pair of tiny running shorts, and most importantly an identical replica of his football uniform, complete with sae’s name printed on the back. each piece looked unmistakably his, just tiny.
but little did he know that you had swapped his freshly dried clothes with their baby-sized counterparts while he was in the shower.
the uniform had taken the most effort as you had to customize and order it online rather than simply purchasing it in store, but the results were definitely worth it.
you pressed a hand to your mouth, a soft laugh escaping despite your best efforts to appear innocent. though it was a completely natural reaction for this situation, you doubt he’d find it suspicious.
“that’s the first time that’s ever happened, right?” you crawled closer to inspect the small jersey. you held it up for sae to see, beaming at him. “but it’s so cute! don’t you think so too?”
sae glanced at your sparkling eyes, and rolled his eyes. he turned toward his dresser, shaking his head slightly. “it’s cute. give it to some fan at my next game.”
like hell you would. you hugged your knees as you eagerly watched him reach for his calvin klein boxers. he could feel your stare burning a hole through his head and turned to you with a raised brow.
“what? you that excited to watch me strip, mi cariño?”
you grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “yeah, i am. keep going, you’re doing great so far.”
sae sighed but you could see the tiny smile that was ghosting his lips. he pulled on his boxers, until he suddenly froze, his fingers stilling on the waistband of the undergarment. your smile widened.
his gaze darted between the tiny clothes on the bed and the neatly folded ones– his clothes– you had placed on his dresser.
“love.” he said quietly. he walked over to the bed, eyes locked onto yours as he climbed over you. he gently pushed you until your back met the mattress, his frame hovering over you.
“are you pregnant?”
you giggled. “maybe.”
his teal eyes narrowed slightly. he reached up and pinched your cheek. “answer properly. i asked, are you pregnant?”
a breathy laugh slipped past your lips as you nodded. “i am.”
for a split second, he just stared at you, dead silent. then, he let out a soft grunt, muttering under his breath.
“knew something was off. you’ve been acting weird.”
you snorted, “excuse me?”
he tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking at the corners. “didn’t say it was a bad thing.”
he leaned down. he kissed your forehead first, then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. when he pulled away, there was a subtle smirk on his lips.
“my pull-out game was shit.”
you laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his damp, reddish hair, your voice smug. “i don’t blame you. i just feel way too good.”
his smirk twitched as he flicked your forehead lightly. “don’t get too cocky or i might just have to plant baby number two.”
𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍
“sir,” the police officer began professionally as he approached rin’s car parked in the public lot, tapping on the driver’s window.
rin paused his conversation with you, casting a side-glance at the cop. he raised a brow before rolling down the window. “what?” he asked bluntly.
the officer leaned a little against the window frame, nodding his head respectfully. “i’m going to have you stop here. you have a child in the vehicle with no child seat.”
rin stared at the man like he was an idiot, then slowly turned to look at you, scoffing in disbelief. “get a load of this guy.” he muttered. you bit your bottom lip hard to suppress your laughter, fingers tightening around the purse in your lap.
turning his head back to the officer, rin narrowed his eyes. “are you a dunce? does it look like there’s a child in the backseat?” rin asked him with annoyance. “seems like they purposely hire lukewarm idiots who lack proper qualifications. you’re not fit for this job.”
“sir, i need you to calm down. it’s simply protocol. i’ll have to fine you.”
as your husband continued arguing with the poor officer who was actually only carrying out his part of your arrangement, you quietly retrieved the positive pregnancy test out of your purse. a warm smile graced your lips.
the officer, who was busy distracting rin, caught your movement and tried to mask the smirk that was threatening to appear. he played along, “ma’am, are you positive about this?”
that seemed to set rin completely off. “do you need to enter the car to see for yourself, you dumbass cop? i told you, there is no fucking child in this ca–”
“actually,” you interrupted sweetly, “we do have a child in the car with no child seat.”
as soon as he heard your voice, he stopped mid-sentence. rin turned to face you, only to find a pregnancy test held up in your hand, two pink lines etched clearly. his teal eyes flitted back and forth between your smiling face and the test, blinking slowly in realization.
“... you’re not joking, are you?”
you laughed softly as you shook your head. “no, rinnie. i’m pregnant.”
he stared at the pink lines for a while longer, then muttered something under his breath and reached to roll the windows up, shutting out the content cop with a glare. you shot him a quick nod of thanks through the glass before rin turned fully to face you.
he already knew you’d be a perfect mother with the way you naturally loved and cared for him. as for him? it’ll take him some time to figure out this whole parenting thing.
“didn’t think you could surprise me anymore.” he muttered, threading his hand through his dark green hair as he leaned back against the headrest.
“i think you’ll be just fine,” you murmured softly as you leaned in and gently pried his hands away from his face, your eyes locking onto his teal ones. “but you better be nice to me, baby. i’m going to be extra sensitive from now on, you hear me?”
his brows furrowed slightly before he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. “after you set this whole thing up with a cop– a male, no less? yeah, i don’t think so.”
“oh?” you teased, giving him a lopsided grin as you leaned closer. “is the great itoshi rin actually jealous? hm. it looks good on you.”
rin scoffed, but his grip on your chin loosened. “you’re my wife. mine. not his.”
you laughed gently as you took his hand and slipped it under your shirt, guiding it to your stomach. “you don’t have to remind me. i never forgot.”
his gaze softened as he felt the slight swell of your stomach, where the child he (unintentionally) created with you was beginning to grow. he looked at you calmly before resting his hand on the small of your back, drawing you in. rin’s lips ghosted over yours teasingly, but never actually meeting.
you huffed. “you’re a cruel man.”
a rare smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then leaned away. silently, he reached across and buckled your seatbelt for you, probably his attempt at being a gentleman. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you could practically hear the smile in his words.
“let’s go home quickly,” rin said as he started the car. “we need to take advantage of the time we have left before you’re too far along.”
𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑
it was christmas. coincidentally, kaiser's birthday as well.
the two of you had just finished eating together, and now you were lounging on the couch, sitting comfortably on his thigh with his arm lazily draped around your waist. there were many gift bags of different sizes scattered on the fuzzy carpet– a couple big ones, a few medium-sized, and a particularly small one.
kaiser scanned the pile, his crystal blue eyes glinting as he turned to you with a smirk on his face. “hmm, you like me that much, meine liebe?”
you met his teasing stare with silence, then gently cupped his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. you’ve come to learn that this method always catches him off guard, and as you expected, it did just that this time as well. his eyes widened slightly just slightly before his lashes fluttered shut.
“ah.”
“i do,” you murmured against his lips, your voice airy. you pulled away with a content smile. “now hurry up and open them. i'm excited to see your reaction.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, fingers toying with the sleeve of his warm sweater.
kaiser reached for the first bag, tearing through the wrapping carelessly. “a pair of cleats, huh?” he raised a brow, looking at you with an unimpressed, mocking expression. “didn't need them. my cleats are brand new.”
your brows knitted together. “i didn’t get them because you needed them. got them because you suck at choosing anything that isn’t boring.”
“oh, you wound me,” he pinched your waist playfully before rubbing the spot soothingly. “i was just joking, liebe. promise.”
for the next half-hour, he continued opening the gift bags. brand new sunglasses, a watch, new cologne, a mirror since he loves admiring himself, and things of the sort. each gift was met with some sarcastic remark, but there was always a gentle touch here and an appreciative touch there.
then–
“micha.” you tapped his shoulder, pointing at the relatively tiny bag sitting on the carpet near his feet. “you missed that one.”
his brow arched. he picked it up and placed it on your lap since your legs were swung over his. “didn’t see it. it’s so tiny.” he inspected it for a second before slipping his hand inside. he side-eyed you, chuckling. “why does such a tiny bag have so much wrapping anyway?”
you hummed, pressing a kiss to his neck before nestling your head back against his shoulder. “mm. dunno. maybe this one’s important.”
he pulled something out. and froze.
you could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he slowly flipped the pregnancy test over in his hand. and there it was. two vertical pink lines.
positive.
an awkward silence stretched between you two. you let out a soft huff, gazing at him lovingly as you watched his reaction.
he didn’t say a single word for what felt like eternity. then, he turned to look at you. “are you serious?” his voice lacked his usual teasing.
“yes.”
“are you actually serious?” he repeated.
you laughed. “i’m positive. literally.”
“holy fuck.”
kaiser inhaled sharply, exhaling through his nose as he put a hand on his forehead and slumped back against the couch. he tugged you with him until you were sprawled against his chest. still, he didn’t speak.
again, there was silence as you pulled a warm blanket over both of you and snuggled closer. you sighed blissfully against him, until something wet landed on your cheek.
you blinked.
tilting your head, you tried to get a better look at him. but your eyes just widened.
“micha? … baby? … michael?” your voice softened, “my love, are you crying?”
you had never seen him like this before. the usual cocky arrogance completely gone, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to compose himself. then, without a word, he cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back into him to cover his face. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips pressed firmly against the top of your head in a long kiss.
“tch, stupid. of course not.” he murmured against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. “our kid’s gonna have your smile. i already know it. and i’m screwed because that’s going to kill me everytime.”
and as he felt your arms tighten around his waist, he’d already decided he was going to be a better father for his child than his dad ever was for him.
𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈
“sei, come onnn!” you whined, tugging insistently at your husband’s arm in an attempt to pry him away from his gaming chair. it proved to be ineffective as his eyes remained glued to the sniper game on his screen.
but the second you tugged just a tiny bit harsher, you threw off his aim, causing him to get shot by the enemy.
“ah, shit,” he muttered as the ‘game over’ screen flashed before him, his broad shoulders sagging slightly. you felt bad, but only for a split second, so you quickly shook those feelings away— you had something important to reveal after all.
seishiro took off his headset with a dramatic huff, then swiveled his gaming chair to face you. his massive arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close until his face was buried against your stomach. “what is it, pretty?” he sighed into your shirt.
you grinned. “i need to show you something real quick.”
you didn’t give him a chance to protest, practically dragging his lazy frame out of the chair and toward the kitchen, with him following sluggishly behind you.
when you finally stopped, he glanced around, confused. “there’s nothing new…?”
you laughed and pointed at the oven. “open it.”
his brow arched with slight suspicion, but he did as you asked, crouching down and pulling the oven door open. he reached and grabbed the singular item sitting alone on the rack—
“a bun?” he questioned, his white brows knitting together as he stood back up. he seemed almost disappointed and you could only guess he assumed you had prepared him some lavish meal. but hey, you had already figured he’d be a bit slow and would need some extra help.
you bit back a giggle and leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile gracing your lips. “think about it, baby.” you encouraged, “could you tell me what you just found?”
it was almost cute how he was eyeing the bread roll that seemed almost miniscule between his fingers. “i found a bun… in the oven.” he repeated slowly. you watched as his droopy, half-lidded eyes went wide in what you thought was realization, until his lips parted again.
“did we run out of food?”
you smacked your forehead. “are you dense?” you placed your hands on your hips and let out a semi-annoyed sigh. “it’s an expression people say when—”
you were suddenly cut off when he bent down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, and lifted it just enough to place a tender kiss on your bare stomach. “i know,” he murmured against the soft skin, and you could feel his lips curling into a slight smile.
your breath hitched, warmth rushing to your cheeks as he straightened himself up and tangled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.
“sei…” you whispered, raking your fingers through his snowy-white hair, still a bit caught off guard. perhaps he wasn’t as dense as he seemed. then, you shivered when his cold palm slid under your shirt and rested against your stomach. he quietly chuckled at your reaction, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear.
“i was actually suffering terribly from baby fever, so i’m glad i didn’t pull out.”
your mind short-circuited as you gawked up at him with widened eyes, but he only gently patted your head with a lazy smile.
geez. what had gotten into him?!
𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎
reo had just pulled into the driveway of his mansion after treating you to an extravagant dinner at a five-star restaurant, your first date with him in quite a while. he patted your thigh affectionately as he turned off his rolls royce, but to his surprise, you simply unbuckled your seatbelt and stayed seated, your hands moving to dig through your purse.
his eyes flicked to you and his lips curved into his signature smile. he figured you were just waiting for him to open the car door for you, the usual princess treatment he was all too familiar with. “right. being away in england for so long made me forget how much my wife loves getting spoiled.”
but before he could make a move to exit the car, your fingers gripped onto his suit, pulling him gently back to his seat. he looked slightly startled, and glanced back at your giddy face with a raised brow. his gaze dropped to the small, silver card in your hand.
“what’s this, baby?” he asked, turning his body towards you.
“a custom-made scratch-off card,” you replied, handing it over to him. “just scratch it.”
your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you watched him flipping the card over, examining it, before fishing out a coin from the cup holder.
“if that’s what you want, princess,” he teased, “though if it’s a lottery ticket, you should know i’m not exactly lacking in that department.”
reo hummed as he started scraping at the surface. you bit your lip excitedly as the first bit of silvery dust flaked off, the image underneath beginning to reveal itself. his movements slowed, and his amethyst eyes widened as the layer was completely removed.
the sonogram appeared.
reo’s fingers tightened around the card, a breathless laugh escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. a grin stretched across his lips, looking at you in awe.
you were unable to hold in your breath any longer. you let out a laugh, tilting your head to look at him from a better angle. “well, reo?”
“i’m going to be a father?”
“what does the sonogram say?”
he chuckled lightly, running a hand through his purple hair as he let the card fall into his lap. “how long have you known?”
“since you left for england,” you said as you shifted happily in your seat.
he reached over, cupping your nape as he pulled you into a slow kiss. relief washed over you so quickly it made your head spin.
he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours as his hand trailed down to your stomach. “i wonder if it’ll be a girl or boy,” he murmured.
“could be both, actually.” you cut in, and he looked at you strangely.
“what do you mean?”
you grinned, gently brushing his jaw as you leaned back against your seat. “check the sonogram again.”
reo raised a brow, his curiosity piqued as he took the card back into his hand to inspect it. before long, his eyes widened comically as he saw a second fetus in the ultrasound.
“are you serious? we’re having twins?”
you laughed softly as you laced your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “that’s riiight. prepare to spoil me tenfold, reo. you’re going to be feeding three people in one body now.”
his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss, still dazed by the realization that he’s going to be a father to not one, but two children. “... there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“good,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed the tip of his nose before leaning back into your seat. “start by opening the car door for your pregnant wife.”
“yeah, yeah. anything for my spoiled princess.” he replied with an excited grin, finally exiting the royce. needless to say, you were not going to lift a single finger during this pregnancy.
𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈
“b-baby, slow down!” isagi gasped as you shoved him towards the bedroom, kicking the door open and dragging him inside.
“on the bed, yoichi!” you ordered him with a grin on your face, watching with satisfaction as he reluctantly sat down on the edge of the mattress. he sighed with fondness, watching as you clumsily rummaged through the closet, before finally pulling out a blue shirt.
you walked over, placing the shirt face down on the bed to keep the words hidden. then, with no warning, you pushed his thighs apart, placing yourself between his legs as you reached for the hem of his shirt.
isagi raised an eyebrow, already amused. there’s nothing that should surprise him anymore with you, but somehow you prove him wrong every single time.
“are you trying to seduce me?” he smiled, lifting his arms with no resistance, allowing you to pull his shirt over his head.
you playfully smacked his chest. “trying? i already did, yo. you made it too easy.”
he rolled his eyes as his cheeks tinted a light pink. “whatever… you’re too cute.”
“close your eyes. no peeking while i’m putting this on you,” you said, grabbing the shirt off the bed. isagi’s eyes closed obediently, and he felt the fabric tighten around his torso as you slipped the shirt over his head.
“woww, you didn’t even get my size right,” he joked, opening his eyes but not looking down.
you whistled softly, letting your hand wander over your husband’s chest. “i know your size, but you just look hotter with a tight shirt.”
your fingers encircled isagi’s wrist as you dragged him across the room, excitedly positioning him in front of the tall mirror in the corner. “okay! read the shirt!”
he blinked, confused at first, then turned his gaze to the mirror, squinting his eyes as if that would help him decipher the reversed letters.
“be… nice to me… I’m going… to be a… fa…ther…?”
he froze, the last word catching in his throat. his blue eyes snapped to you, wide and stunned. “i’m gonna be a father?? you’re pregnant? actually?”
you smiled and buried yourself in his arms, your fingers mindlessly tracing the letters on his shirt. “i’ve taken three tests. all positive.”
before you could say anything else, he hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into the air, his forearm supporting your ass and his other hand on your waist.
“god, i love you so much,” he laughed breathlessly, “give me a kiss.”
still laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a sweet peck on his lips.
“another one,”
you leaned in, pecking his lips a second time.
“that’s not enough,”
“you lovesick idiot,” you sighed, smiling helplessly. you leaned in again, but this time, he met you halfway. his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he kissed you deeply. the gasp you let out was quickly swallowed by his lips.
he set you down as if he had not just stolen your breath away, patting your head affectionately.
“thank you, my love.”
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐈
it should have been a normal day. barou should have followed his usual routine– wake up before sunrise, gel his hair, take a shower, and leave for his daily hardcore strength training.
but today was different. at exactly 5:12 a.m, barou opened his eyes with a low grunt and propped himself up with one elbow. instinctively, he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead like he always did, only to stop once he was met with your wide eyes staring directly at him.
he scowled. “the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for?”
he tried to blink his morning irritation away, then dragged a hand down his face before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “why are you awake?” his low voice was even more hoarse from sleep.
you groaned softly before scooting closer and snuggling against his bare, muscular chest. he let out a soft grunt, though his arm automatically wrapped around your waist.
“shoei… i’m hungry,” you mumbled into his skin.
“tch,” he clicked his tongue, pulling back slightly to look at you. “what, you want pudding? eggs? i’ll make something. i was getting up anyway.”
he rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp with a sigh, squinting to see you better.
but you shook your head and leaned forward, resting your chin on his shoulder with that sweet look he hated to admit always worked on him. “no… i really want pickle-flavoured ice cream. or a lotus biscuit with mayo on top…”
barou made a face. blinking at you judgmentally once, twice, and a third time before he placed a big palm on your abdomen and gently pushed you back onto the mattress.
“you’ve lost your mind,” he shrugged, tugging the blanket over you. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “go to sleep. you’re talkin’ nonsense.”
but you whined, tugging at his sturdy arm. sparkly eyes looking up at him. “i’m serious, shoei… i really, really want them…”
barou narrowed his eyes. “why would you want to eat that garbage?”
“please?” you batted your lashes, “for your beautiful wife?”
he sighed, standing up begrudgingly as he scratched the back of his neck. “god, you’re annoying…”
your eyes lit up, and before he could turn away, you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “thank you!”
barou rolled his eyes and grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squeezing them gently. “you’re a weird woman. suddenly craving crap combinations.”
you buried your face in his chest, nodding with a sheepish laugh.
he snorted, “what are you, pregnant or somethin’?”
as soon as he said what was intended to be a joke, you both froze. right… questionable cravings were a symptom of pregnancy.
“aha… y-you think?” you asked, laughing awkwardly. your eyes widen suddenly. “shit, my period is a few days late…”
his large hand silently found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “stay here. i’ll deal with the food,” he muttered. “and you’re takin’ a damn test after.”
you blinked. “what about practice?”
he didn’t look at you as he walked to the door.
“skipping. you always come first.”
—
“oi,” you heard barou’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door. followed by a light knock. “you okay? you’ve been in there for thirteen minutes.”
you opened the door slowly. he was standing there with his arms crossed, shirtless, with a towel around his neck. he looked at you with his usual stoic face. “well?”
you held out the positive pregnancy test with a meek smile playing on your lips. barou glanced at the stick, staring at the pink lines.
“...huh. guess this thing’s my fault.”
you let out a soft laugh, sniffling slightly. he pulled you in until your forehead bumped against his bare chest. his grip was gentle despite how rough his hands were. “we’re having a kid,” he muttered into your hair.
you smiled up at him, twinkly eyes, and his hand shot up to wipe away at the tears you didn’t know were falling. “don’t cry. i’ve dealt with two younger sisters.”
starring — shoei barou, kunigami rensuke, noel noa, ryusei shidou, sae itoshi, sendou shuto
content + warnings — smau. crack. kunigami says good evening at 11pm cus he's secretly a vampire . — how would the bllk boys slide into the reader's dms pt III
an — now... i know this wasnt the option that won on my last poll but i still dont have good ideas for the smau that won 😭 but u guys gave me so many characters you wanted for this smaus part 3 that it made it easier to get ideas...so can u guys give me characters to add on my "things bllk guys post on ig to impress reader" smau? tyy 😇 <3 edit: tumblr ty for chewing tf out the quality of my pictures <3 luv u
part I (Bunny Iglesias, Vivian Hugo, Alexis Ness, Oliver Aiku, Chigiri Hyoma, Reo Mikage)
part II (Michael Kaiser, Otoya Eita, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru, Karasu Tabito, Chris Prince)
。He always pays, no matter where you go. Whether it’s shopping, food, groceries or anything you could think of, he’ll pay.
。Bunny makes sure that you always cum first. You’re his priority in life and in bed. So, of course he spends hours between your thighs, without even thinking of his own orgasm.
。Bunny is open to any number of children you want! 0? perfectly fine with him. 10? he’ll start working on it right now. If he could, he’d let you get him pregnant
Mikage Reo :
。He buys you a new designer bag every week. It’s just a little something he likes to do for you.
。Reo regularly books vacations, sometimes for you two, sometimes just for you. He does this because “you’re so stressed by work”. He finds it completely stupid that you work, since he’s very much rich enough to make you a housewife. But as the independent woman you are, you want your own money.
。He writes you love letters every day and pins them at the fridge, before he heads out to work. Sometimes they’re compliments, sometimes declarations of affection, sometimes flirty notes.
Alexis Ness :
。Alexis is on his knees for you. So he showers you with kisses, compliments and hugs every day.
。He would never disrespect you in any way; he won’t grope you at random moments in a dirty way, he’d never compliment you, just to get his dick wet and he would never make you uncomfortable on purpose in any other way.
。Alexis doesn’t go out if you’re not with him. It doesn’t matter if girls are there or not, he simply has no interest in going partying or anything alike, if you’re not with him.
Barō Shōei :
。Literally never lets you touch a sponge, a mop or the vacuum cleaner ever. He cooks, cleans, does the laundry, takes care of you when you’re sick and still finds a way to work. When you said that you should split the housework, he almost had a mental breakdown, since he thought he had done something wrong.
。Barou always holds every door open for you. He’s such a gentleman around you, treating you like literal Royalty.
。He gives you daily massages. And not only a quick one with low-effort, no no. He does the whole thing; music, oils and an air purifier, to make sure you can relax and enjoy this specific love language of his.
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
n: everyone of my followers is the coolest person alive, i love you all sm THANK YOU!!
bllk x gn!reader ft. rin, sae, kaiser, kunigami, barou, bachira, aiku
aabi's note: can u tell i hardly know shit abt soccer LOL. it's so hilarious too when u know i keep up w/ daily soccer news and im a huge barca fan. </3 you can find this request here.
synopsis: after a significant win, they ignore the cheerful crowd loudly chanting their name and the overwhelming interviews, running towards you instead.
𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.
everyone's attention is on rin, watchful and attentive. people are split into two―some praying he wins, others praying for his down fall.
with this final goal ― his final goal ― the results of the match would be determined.
the pressure was agonizing, mentally tormenting rin. his clear, intent goal to score was blurred because of all the high levels of energy and loud comments bubbling around him.
"tch," he muttered under his breath. "annoying."
sweating and staring anxiously at him ahead was the other team's goalkeeper. all rin had to ensure was the ball under his feet would swerve past the goalkeeper and make it into the net.
you stood in the vip area, hands nervously clenching around the cool, metal railing. the stadium was deafening, people screaming rin's name. at this moment, he was the only one who mattered in the world.
you blinked for only a split second and when you opened your eyes, cameras flashed so brightly the soccer field below was painted white.
rin scored.
the whistle blew, indicating the end of the match. his team won, with a score of 3-2.
reporters pushed against the barricades trying to reach him first after the game-winning goal. fans screamed so loudly, it'd be a surprise if your ears weren't bleeding.
rin shoved past teammates calling for him, ignored the microphones being shoved into his face, and sprinted straight toward the stands. his eyes searched the crowd with frightening precision until they landed on you.
"mr. rin, please one comment―"
rin ignored the reporters, climbing over the barrier. fans reached for him and security chased after him, but he didn't stop once.
once he reached you, rin cupped your cheeks.
"you were watching, right?" he asked breathlessly, teal eyes darting all across your face. his tone was desperate despite the stoic exterior he always forced onto himself.
you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "everyone was watching, rin."
"so?" rin scoffed. he pressed his forehead against yours. "i only care if you were watching."
behind rin, the stadium kept roaring, voices praising him. yet rin only listened to yours.
𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.
sae grew up with fame. he was used to the loud crowds, flashing cameras, and pressurizing reporters relentlessly begging him for even a single word.
so after the final long whistle from the referee, sae handled the immediate swarm of reporters wanting to discuss his flawless performance with his usual detached demeanor.
"sae, what did you think of the final play?"
"do you think this victory secures re al a―"
sae locked eyes with you near the tunnel entrance ― where he knew you were waiting for him the entire time ― and his composure cracked.
his steps got quicker and the reporters scrambled behind him, confused but still determined to get him to answer their questions.
"aren't you supposed to be doing those interviews?" you asked as sae approached you. looking behind him, you winced at all the desperate reporters looking at him as if he was food and water.
"they can wait."
sae stopped right in front of you, eyes softer than they ever were on the field.
"let's go out. my treat."
"but you won." you playfully raised an eyebrow. "shouldn't i be the one treating you?"
"no," sae muttered, leaving no room for argument. without caring about the cameras pointed directly at you two, he took your hand and intertwined your fingers together. "let's get out of here."
the reporters' jaws dropped at the juicy sight unfolding (and disappearing) right in front of their eyes. they couldn't talk to sae directly, but at least there would be new headlines about him by tonight.
𝄞𝄢 micheal kaiser.
"kaiser over here! notice me!!!"
"kaiser can i get one photo!"
"can we get a statement about your goal?"
everyone in the stadium was worshipping kaiser, even fans from the opposing team. his talented performance from the match earlier ― resulting in an expected win ― left everyone admiring him.
kaiser loved the attention―he lived for the attention.
but he was only craving one person's attention right now, even if it was just a glance. he could care less about everyone else surrounding him.
the second kaiser caught you standing near the edge of the field, his entire expression brightened.
"found you, liebe."
kaiser jogged right past the reporters, grinning while the media erupted behind him. you barely had time to react before he dramatically dropped to his knees right in front of you.
"did my goals impress you liebling?"
you rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile.
"i guess."
"i guess???" kaiser furrowed his eyebrows, clutching his chest theatrically. "you are so cruel! those goals were specifically for you."
behind you two, the reporters and kaiser's teammates laughed. the cameras captured everything, displaying the interaction between you two on the big screens in the stadium.
"you always say that every match!" you scoffed.
kaiser stood up, wrapped an arm around your waist possessively, and flashed the cameras a smirk.
"and i mean it every time."
𝄞𝄢 kunigami rensuke. (post wc)
the reporters whispered amongst themselves, unsure of whether or not to approach the infamous kunigami.
he had just scored the winning goal of the match earlier, securing his soccer club the famous championship everyone loved worldwide.
but because of his interesting reputation, the reporters were hesitant to approach him.
as he walked by them, sweat clung to his skin, chest rising heavily. his exhaustion was evident.
"let's just talk to him," a reporter hushed to their co-worker.
the reporters began crowding around him, hands tugging him towards interviews.
he ignored them, pushing their hands off his body. he already had a person to talk to in mind.
you were patiently waiting in the front row of the bleachers, watching kunigami as he slowly approached you. his auburn eyes were on you too, gaze sharp and indifferent as usual.
"you waited the entire match," kunigami uttered as soon as he reached you.
"obviously!"
his shoulders relaxed at your voice, tension melting from his body little by little.
"you were amazing, ren," you whispered, placing a hand on his bicep.
as the words slowly processed in his mind, kunigami stared at you. his expression was slightly conflicted, as if he was trying to understand whether those words that came out of your mouth were real or just his imagination playing tricks on him.
after a couple of seconds, it clocked to kunigami that you actually spoke and that your words were genuine, spoken truly from your heart.
kunigami's lips broke into a smile—small, rare, and sincere.
𝄞𝄢 barou shoei.
barou smirked arrogantly as reporters chased after him.
just a while ago, the king scored three goals, helping his team win yet another match. of course his ego was incredibly boosted and the stadium chanting his name only fed his ego further.
the moment barou spotted you in the crowd, something in his tyrannical behavior changed direction instantly.
barou shoved a microphone away with an irritated click of his tongue.
"move."
"barou-san! one interview please—"
"i said move."
people parted instinctively as he strode toward you with the same overwhelming presence he carried practically anywhere and everywhere.
you crossed your arms teasingly. "ignoring your fans i see," you called out as he approached.
"i'm focusing on what's more important right now."
he stopped directly in front of you, towering over you slightly before firmly grabbing your chin.
"you saw who ruled this field, yeah?"
"o'course i did, king."
barou's chest swelled with some unnameable feeling. your attention was far more sufficient enough than admiration from his millions of fans all over the world.
𝄞𝄢 bachira meguru.
"another playful and frisky win executed by none other than barcha's star player, bachira!"
fans screamed his name endlessly while teammates celebrated around him. bachira looked radiant after helping his team win another match.
despite all the attention he was receiving, bachira felt as if something — no, someone — was missing.
he enthusiastically gushed over the match with his teammates, but his eyes were darting all over the place, desperately seeking out someone.
the second bachira spotted you near the railing, his entire face lit up brighter than the stadium lights.
"there you are!"
he immediately bolted towards you, ditching his teammates and ignoring someone attempting to pull him into an interview.
"bachira! media first!"
"nope!"
you barely managed to greet him before he tackled you into a hug, practically knocking the air out of your lungs.
"meguru!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his frame. he was drenched in sweat, but that didn't matter.
"we won!" he grinned, yellow orbs sparkling. "did you see my pass? did you see my goal? did you see it? did you?"
"i did! i was watching you the whole time. you almost gave me five heart attacks!"
"that means i did good!"
"when are you not doing good in soccer?" you cooed.
bachira giggled—his laughter infectious, warm and carefree. you giggled along with him. he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours.
"it's really fun when you watch me play. i hope you always will."
𝄞𝄢 oliver aiku.
growing up with everyone praising his soccer skills and then landing a career in japan's u-20 team, aiku handled fame naturally.
today was just another day dealing with excessive attention from fans and reporters adamant to hear even a sentence from his mouth.
he performed exceptionally well in another match, leading to a beautiful win that fans and his team were craving.
aiku waved at fans easily, flashed cameras his charismatic smile, and answered endless questions with ease.
he glanced away from a reporter, only to spot you behind a crowd, watching him with a big smile. the second he noticed you, aiku's attention shifted.
"excuse me for a sec," he told the reporters casually. "i'll be back soon."
aiku knew he wouldn't return, not when you were there waiting for him with that pretty smile he loved so dearly.
you laughed as he walked over and pulled you somewhere more secluded.
"are you serious? you're gonna get yelled at later."
"so what?" aiku stepped in front of you, grinning, though his eyes carried something softer underneath. "it's worth it if i can be with you."
"tough game?"
"you have no idea."
aiku pulled you into his arms and buried his face into your hair, inhaling the faint, lingering smell of your shampoo.
"this feels way better than any win," he whispered.
…come on now. but in all seriousness, here’s a reminder to you that karasu still remembers his first love from 8 years old (he is currently 18). he is deeply insecure, and when he falls in love and finds someone special, he will never forget them, nor will he ever move on. when he loves you, he knows you, inside and out. and that makes him all the more lovesick because he knows you so well.
2. mikage reo
just look at him with nagi. reo yearns for something he can’t have—when he finds someone unreachable or something that cannot be purchased though money, such as love, he wants it. he craves it so bad that it consumes reo, and he’ll do anything in order to impress you, or get you to love him back. reo would be willing to swim through oceans and climb mountains for you.
3. itoshi rin
oh boy. rin doesn’t actually realize he’s yearning until someone verbalizes it. he thinks it’s just normal, basic acts of service or thoughts about you until someone points out that it’s not normal for another person to be on your mind 24/7. he gets pretty insecure about this stuff, but trust assured that when you mention liking a drink just briefly, you’ll find it on your desk in just 5 minutes.
4. vivien hugo
when hugo thinks someone is his soulmate, it’s game over. he’s already won. because even if you don’t think he’s your soulmate or you don’t like him back, hugo will earn your love one way or another, through whatever method necessary—embarrassing or not. even if it means leaping through canyons or jumping on alligators, hugo makes sure that you’ll fall for him somehow.
5. michael kaiser
he’s in total denial. kaiser doesn’t like the thought that he could be so pathetic and down bad for anyone, so he’s mostly just acting as if he isn’t totally in love while internally knowing that he’s totally hopeless. but being so romantic makes him feel weak, so he’d avoid them at all costs. but to no avail, of course, as he only thinks about you and misses you more. you might get random gifts or checks.
6. nagi seishiro
another soldier who doesn’t even realize he’s yearning until someone (reo) points it out. whenever there’s a video game character that looks remotely like you, nagi uses that character in the game. whenever a character in an anime or a manga looks or acts slightly similar to you, nagi finds them ending up as his favorite character. he buys you gachas and expensive games and consoles all the time.
7. barou shouei
he knows he’s yearning; barou doesn’t deny it, but boy does he hate it. he hates how every time he cooks a meal, he always accidentally makes an extra portion for you. he hates how every time he’s at the grocery store, he somehow ends up with a cart full of your favorite things. he hates how he almost reflexively offers to clean your space if you had even the slightest complain about dust.
8. yukimiya kenyu
holy shit. yukimiya is just the classic gentleman: kind, patient, and most of all, a yearner. probably not karasu or reo levels of yearning, but enough to make your stomach do backflips and your heart to die. even when you aren’t dating, if he even thinks your smile is a little bit off that day, you find him on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers because you had a bad day. please marry him.
9. rensuke kunigami
ring the alarms, because we have yet another dense idiot who doesn’t even realize he’s yearning. it can’t seem to get through kunigami’s thick skull that being willing to do anything for someone is not friendship. that constantly having dreams about living with that person, you, is not friendship. that bridal carrying you with even the smallest complaint that you’re tired isn’t friendship.
10. sendou shuto
hear me out: sendou may seem like a total womanizer, but in reality, he has no game and is actually a total loser around women. so when he’s in love and yearning, he’s got no experience, no knowledge, and no chance. all he’s got is love and passion…and also athletic ability and lots of money he’s got nothing better to do with. his attempts at flirting may seem material or physical, but it’s just that he’s clueless.
hm. isagi yoichi
okay, listen. aside from the whole midfielder vs striker thing, isagi is really not that insecure. in fact, i’d go as far as to say that he’s a pretty confident and stable person. sure, he’s canonically quiet around his classmates, but quiet ≠ unconfident. unlike the other people on this list, i don’t think isagi would find you “unattainable” or something he doesn’t deserve. sure, he’ll love you a lot, but not yearning.
hm 2. itoshi sae
sae makes me sigh (haha get it). because he’s kind of like hugo but add a little more nonchalance and cockiness. both know that they’ll get you in the end, but unlike hugo, sae is totally competitive about it. sae treats his flirting and affection less as an emotional exchange and more as a challenge; no matter how much you try to deflect his love or deny his feelings, he’ll win in the end. he’s a smug bastard.
hm 3. bunny iglesias
pretty similar to sae…bunny also treats his affection as a challenge of sorts. he likes you a lot for sure, but he’s definitely less weepy or “ohhhh i’ll never get them but i still love themmm” and more “haha 67 i WILL rizz you up trust”. he’s pretty confident about his victory in securing you, so he likes to ragebait you sometimes just to make this more challenging for him. he’s masochistic and weird like that. you hate him but he keeps coming back anyway. annoying hoe.
blue lock boys with a famous model as their partner !
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list & bllk m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. fluffy established relationship stuff, the boys are yearners :3, kind of implied that yall are aged up btw !! these are just headcannons, doesn't follow a theme other than famous model reader
isagi yoichi is actually freaking out about it. internally only obviously. but when someone even slightly mentions you- anything remotely related to your interests, or your job, or who you are as a person. "oh, [name] does that too! did you know-" and it becomes a one hour tangent of just 'god i love them so much'
bachira meguru likes to attend your fashion shows, especially when he has a front row seat each time. whenever you're walking down, he's also somewhere in the crowd taking photos. oh but if you hear somebody shouting your name; it's him.
chigiri hyoma always has your best interests at heart, especially when you prefer privacy. he knows what it feels like when pressure gets to you, when it feels like you're isolated, and alone. he texts so often to the point teammates have been pointing it out.
rin itoshi feels himself fluster every single time you post him on your socials. tries to hide his face most of the time so it looks like you're trying to soft launch him. it's cute until it's not, you beg him just for one photo so people finally know who's your man LOL #avoidthemdatingrumors with anyone else.
sae itoshi knows the limelight well, so he uses it to his advantage whenever you have photoshoots elsewhere. comes along just to be able to post you on his socials this time. has you always somewhere in the photo to show you off to everyone... like legit one of the only posts on his profile is for your fifth anniversary, you and him posing with an amazing sunset in the bg.
ikki nikko is flustered not just by your crazy facecard, but also by the amount of people that recognize him now. one time got caught taking you out to a niche cafe and it blew up, so whenever shop owners see him, he gets a photo with said owners and gets it framed.
shoei barou is definitely mistaken as a bodyguard first. it's funny really, people thought your plus one was just someone to protect you while you attended your fashion shows. when you confirmed your relationship by kissing him on the cheek while walking down the red carpet. steals all your protein/sport related freebies.
seishiro nagi dreads your fame. loves you but doesn't like how some of your own fans ask him for photos. "...can we not do this here?" is a famous known quote your fans like to see him as on twitter. gets him even more popular and i tell you he DREADS it.
reo mikage LOVES all your brand deals. im telling you he could probably buy the company but he loves when the companies include the both of you in a shoot. literally skyrockets said companies' marketing by lots. could buy the company off... but doesn't because you enjoy doing shoots with him.
jyubei aryu loves to join your shoots too. literally invited by the companies to join you because you two just look fabulous as hell. not to mention how many freebies of skincare, and haircare, and... well whatnot?? loves to be able to walk down the streets and have people recognize both of you :3
kenyu yukimiya... oh my word, power couple may i start?! people literally call the two of you blinding (not meant to be a pun but i kinda laughed). please, the amount of companies and search for two of you on valentines. his favorite thing to do with you is quite literally just moments of peace.
otoya eita is shocked he scored. i mean whaaat, no he's a total catch! (and is extremely fucking weak for you). whenever he sees your smile, even in ads or just seeing you anywhere. you are his wallpaper, you are the initials he has on his phone case, and he the type to still message you 'u up?' even when you're right next to him in bed.
tabito karasu likes to hug you close when people take pictures of you!! by your waist, in front of you, side-hugs. but if you were to ask him about his favorite? he likes to hug you from the back and make sure it's close as hell. so at the very least the pictures they get of the both of you are cute.
ryusei shidou is loud about loving you. he's so messy about it (in the good way) and makes sure everybody he knows, knows you too. he likes to buy you things even when you can afford it yourself, proudly shows off what he buys on his story then posts another photo where you're wearing the necklace.
bunny iglesias is a man of subtle. you both have fairly huge followings, so soft launches are like a requirement. not cause he wants to hide you, but he likes teasing. so people would only ever actually find out when a totally coincidental photographer gets a photo of the both of you out for your first anniversary!!
hugo vivien has the promise ring you gave him when you two first got close around; aka when you two were kids, on a chain around his neck—so when interview questions ask whose is it, he feels a loud huff of pride announcing its you. just for safe measure, he asks your publicity team if its alright.
michael kaiser's ego boosts even more with how gorgeous the two of you are combined. the ads go crazy, and it gets people who tried to make rumors about you with another male model go nuts. completely disregard the other dude and gasp, when did the two of you get together?!!!?!!?
IM CRINE IM SORRY IF U SEE ANY FEM! READER IMPLICATIIONS/TERMS THIS IS NOT BETA READ AND I DECIDED MID WAY THROUG H THAT I WANT IT TO BE GN NOT FEM!!
he snaps. you’re bent over the bed, whining his name while he holds your hips and fucks you hard. and then the door opens and it’s fucking reo. rin sees the moment reo’s gaze drops to your ass, your soaked thighs, your arch and your bouncing tits. and rin loses it. “what the fuck are you doing here?” reo stammers, “i didn’t know—” rin snarls like an animal. “you do now. close the damn door.” you whimper and rin hisses, pushing deeper. “look what you did. she’s clenching like crazy now. you like the idea of being seen, huh? filthy girl.”
꒰ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 ꒱
he glances at the door like it’s a minor inconvenience. you’re in his lap, riding him in his chair, and karasu walks in with a laugh that instantly dies when he sees your tits bounce, your pussy stretch around sae’s cock. “oh my god.” sae sighs. “ever heard of knocking?” he lets karasu stare for a moment. keeps his hands on your hips, guiding you slow and deep, letting him see how good you take it. “get out,” he says at last flatly. and when the door finally clicks closed? sae presses his lips to your ear. “bet he’ll jerk off thinking about this later.”
꒰ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 ꒱
there’s no reaction at first. because barou doesn’t stop. not when you’re lying on your back, legs wrapped tight around him, and otoya barges in like a dumbass. “yo, king, you seen my—” otoya chokes. his eyes go wide. you’re totally exposed. tits out, pussy stuffed full, tears in your eyes from how deep barou’s hitting. barou turns his head, snarls, “get the fuck out.” otoya shrieks. “shit—okay, okay!” the second the door shuts, barou’s fingers dig into your hips and he fucks you even harder. “that’s what you wanted, huh? wanted them to see how ruined you are.”
