~ Synopsis: basically what the title says. Keep in mind that in this scenario they're all your exes (expect maybe Sae and Kaiser) and you hate them because I decided that
~ Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi, Otoya Eita, Sae Itoshi, Karasu Tabito, Michael Kaiser
~ TW: Some cuss words sorry
~ A/N: I think this can be ready as GN reader and holy mischaracterization. Also, did y'all like the banner I made? 🥹 Tried my best!! Owl image from Pinterest btw, dunno the artist
All the messages are inspired by actual videos under this trend.
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you didn't know karasu tabito had a voice kink until you went long-distance. it was only temporary; karasu moved to france for his career, and you had to work through the remainder of your two-week notice before you could join him. the first week had been spent texting, usually to remind each other to eat. your first call was to congratulate him on a win against spain, you'd just forgotten about the time difference.
"you did so well, baby. those passes and assists helped win the game," you praised, voice low after hearing his sleep-ridden greeting after picking up.
karasu was quiet on the other line. "really?"
you nodded before remembering he couldn't see you and said, "yes, really. why do you think they wanted you so bad? five more days, and i'll be right there with you."
again, no immediate reply. you thought he'd fallen asleep before a soft, quiet whimper floated through the device, making you blink. "tabi? are you—"
"keep talkin'," he bit through a groan. it sounded a bit muffled, as if his face was pressed into a pillow. heat flared between your legs, and you were suddenly grateful you decided to call him before getting ready for the day.
"touching yourself to my voice, or my praise, baby?" you teased, fingers dipping below your waistband. "miss me that bad?"
karasu honest-to-god whimpered, and you felt it everywhere. "i missed you, too," you continued, keeping your voice steady, if not a little breathy, as your fingers slipped between your sticky folds. "i can't wait to be next to you, underneath you, again. can't keep touching myself to your interviews, baby."
you could hear the slick sounds of him pumping his dick through the phone and bit back a whine. "when you look into the camera, when you grin like that, it's for me, right, tabi? cause you know i'm watching? know i can't last long when you give me that look?"
"god, yes!" he groaned directly into the phone, and your fingers, three at once, slipped into your dripping cunt. you didn't bite back the gasp that flooded your chest, and the sound alone was enough to have karasu chanting, "cumin', cumin', fuck, 'm coming."
your hand moved frantically between your legs, but the ethereal sound of his groans and whines as he came all over himself was enough to tip you over the edge.
you bit down on your lip to muffle your moans, wanting to hear karasu’s heavy panting through the phone as he returned to himself. you touched yourself to his sighs until the tremors left your legs.
if you haven't already can u please do a fic with karasu and eita?
ugh i love them sm 😩 my thoughts on this is that eita is big on body worship whilst karasu is a mouthpiece saying the nastiest shit 😮💨 this is so HOT im fnsdjkgzkk
𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙏 ── .✦ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ
in which soccer team aces eita otoya and tabito karasu bag you at the afterparty following their nationals win
cw ⋆.˚ smut, uni au, female!reader, bestie chigiri cameo, partying, light drinking, we stan a sex positive go getter woman hell yeah, threesome, teasing, grinding, semi public sex ? (for lack of better term, they fool around a little but nothing that graphic in the scene just playing with titties under reader's shirt lol), they're so respectful and sexy good GOD (and then they wreck the shit out of you im creaming), nipple play, masturbation, oral (f), face riding, hair grabbing, pet names (baby, sweet thing, sweetheart, beautiful), cum shots, cum eating, cum play, squirting, mxm we cheered, handjob, ass slapping, dirty talk, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, big dick vibes from both of them, multiple orgasms, sweet sensual sex with eita, praise, cum facial, mating press, exhibitionism, vouyerism, finger sucking, i think that covers everything lmfao
wc ⋆.˚ 4.4k
the house is hot and packed, heavy bass vibrating through your chest as you enter into the party with your best friend, chigiri. he and his teammates just won soccer nationals for your university, so you know what that means.
a big celebration with lots of booze and loud music.
chigiri pulls you through the crowd with him to reach the kitchen, an eruption of greetings coming from those of his team who were already occupying the room. it’s stuffy and reeks of alcohol, but you don’t mind too much. this was their night, they deserved to enjoy themselves.
he leans over to you and asks, “want a drink?”
“i’ll take a seltzer.”
he nods, cracking open the cooler sitting on top of the table and hands you a raspberry lemonade flavoured can. “here.”
“thanks,” you smile.
he gets pulled into conversation with the others, but he doesn’t leave you alone. instead, he gradually brings you into it, and before you realize, you’re chatting with everyone as if you were a part of the team yourself. you owed most of that to the alcohol though; without it, you’d be much shyer.
the conversation is comfortable, much to your surprise. none of the guys seem to fall into the stereotypical sleazy-player jock category. that’s a relief.
“i think i’ve seen your face at a few games, up in the bleachers,” the brunette man to your left states, now turning his attention towards you. “didn’t realize you’re close with chigiri.”
“we grew up together,” you smile, thinking fondly of your friendship.
“boyfriend?” a second voice pipes in. he stands beside the brunette you were just speaking with, hair dyed silver with a striking green streak along the front of his bangs. it was a surprisingly attractive choice.
you laugh and shake your head. “nah, just friends. he’s like a brother to me.”
“they always say that,” the first man teases, rolling his eyes. “i’m karasu,” he introduces himself a moment later, “defensive midfielder.”
“y/n,” you respond. “for the record, i do know what that means.” he laughs.
“eita, right wing.” the other chimes in, sending you a playful, dramatic bow.
you snort. “what is this? didn’t make it as a prince so you settled for playing soccer instead?”
the two boys chuckle loudly enough that a few others around you give them the side-eye. what do they expect? you’re at a party, it’s supposed to be loud and fun.
“you’re funny,” karasu beams, “i dig it. chigiri should have introduced us sooner.”
“uh, yeah, no way,” chigiri’s now standing behind you, draping his arm over your shoulder playfully, yet protectively. “i don’t trust you two at all.”
“what? hey!” eita protests. “we’re nice guys–”
“especially you,” chigiri interrupts with emphasis, “you’ve probably flirted with the entire female student body on this damn campus by now.”
he opens his mouth to defend himself, but quickly shuts it once he realizes it’s kind of true. not every one of them but… a decent amount. he won’t deny it.
“i’m not that desperate,” he huffs, crossing his arms.
karasu’s amused as he watches the three of you interact. of course, he was included in chigiri’s distrust– he mentioned the both of them.
“and what’s your issue with me, then, huh?” he taunts, sly smirk plastered on his face.
“nothing, actually,” chigiri sighs, “you’re just hot and it scares me.”
karasu nearly topples over when he bursts out laughing at chigiri’s… confession? or, was it meant to be an insult?
“what?” he howls. “so, you’re tellin’ me that you don’t trust me because you're worried my sexiness is gonna take your friend away from you?”
“precisely.”
karasu whistles. “you’re somethin' else, man.”
“yeah, yeah,” chigiri swats at him, “anyway,” then returns his attention to you, “wanna dance for a bit?”
“can we join?” eita asks.
chigiri shoots him daggers and karasu throws a palm over his mouth to stifle his laughter.
“no.”
“chi, you’re not my fucking dad,” you groan, “let them join, they’re your teammates and they seem nice!”
chigiri exhales in defeat. “fine, they can come. but if they start fucking around, i’m kicking their ass out.”
“fine by me,” karasu’s smug as he sips at his solo cup. “don’t think that will be happenin’, though. i’m a respectable man.”
chigiri just groans as he drags you towards the dance floor, eita and karasu following suit.
it’s dark and there’s hardly any space to move around. but, nonetheless, you make the most of it, bopping your little head as chigiri attempts to twirl you.
eita and karasu are speaking low with each other, eyes flickering across your frame each time their mouths move. you can’t hear what they’re saying nor make out the words on their lips.
but, one thing’s for sure. the longer they stare, the tighter your thighs clench. they’re hot, no doubt, and that’s something you have no intention of ignoring if they are on the same page.
you understand where chigiri was coming from when he became protective over you earlier, though. he understands men well, being one himself, so naturally he’d be a bit wary of whom he allows close to you in that regard.
yet, as much as you empathize, you’re your own person who can make their own decisions, and right now, you’re feeling a little flirty and sinful.
you turn to chigiri and smile. “mind if i hang with these two on my own for a bit?”
he looks horrified. “y/n…”
“i know you just want to keep me safe, chi, but i’m an adult with my own needs,” you continue, “i want to see where things go tonight with them.” you rub his arm reassuringly, “i’ll be fine.”
he swallows, but nods. he swore he would never be a friend that keeps you caged. he trusted you wholeheartedly that you were making the best decision for yourself.
“okay,” he says, “but if you feel uncomfortable at all, even the slightest, call me right away and i’ll come rescue you, okay?”
you laugh, but you’re grateful. “always.”
he hugs you, then shifts back through the crowd, presumably towards the kitchen again where a number of his friends were still hanging out.
eita and karasu look shocked from witnessing chigiri, the man who was just clocking their asses for seeming untrustworthy, leaves you alone with them.
“damn,” karasu huffs out a low chuckle, “how did you convince him to walk away?”
your laugh is flirty and bright, and it feels like a punch straight into his fucking chest.
“i put my foot down, basically,” you reply, “told him i wanted to get to know you two better without his hovering.”
eita bites his lip as he slides closer to you and reaches out his hand. “care to dance, then?”
you blush as you oblige, allowing your steps to lessen the gap between you two. his hand is warm, and you swear you can feel his fingertips tremble when they finally settle on your hips.
karasu steps behind you, dropping his mouth over your ear. “is it okay if i hold your waist?” he asks.
you shudder from the heat of his breath trickling down the side of your neck. “absolutely,” you exhale.
you can’t tell if its the tiny ounce of alcohol pumping through your veins or the simple fact that you’re sandwiched between the two guys, but your body is heating up, and you can practically feel yourself soaking through your panties. you might as well be dripping all over the damn floor.
the three of you are lost in the rhythm now, karasu grinding into you slowly from behind whilst eita does the same in the front. his lips hover over your bare collarbone, then he flickers his eyes up to yours, searching for permission to touch you further.
you smile at him, head falling back against karasu’s shoulder as eita plants his mouth on your searing hot skin. you let out a soft whimper, one that can only be felt and not heard due to the blaring volume of the speakers. his fingers curl into the curve of your hips as his tongue dips into the divots.
when he finallly reaches your ear, he says, “you’re the most beautiful fucking woman i have ever seen in my life.”
you weren’t sure if you believed him, given his reputation, but it didn’t matter. tonight, you were that to him, if not more.
karasu’s palms slip under the hem of your shirt, massaging the warm, plush skin of your tummy. you can feel his hums of pleasure against your spine, and you melt further into him.
“can i touch you more?” he asks, teasing your ribcage.
you’re feeling frisky and a bit reckless, so you say yes. it was too dark and deafening on the dance floor for others to notice, anyway.
his rough fingertips slide beneath the wiring of your bra and you gasp, biting down on your lip hard to silence your growing moans. you feel his clothed cock twitch against your ass and it sends a rush of heat to your core.
eita’s sucking gentle bruises into your skin, tongue sliding across each one when he’s finished like he’s gluing it in place. your hand finds his jaw and you tilt it upwards so you can be eye to eye, closing in on his lips slowly and deliberately. he tastes like cherry coke and your new favourite vice as you slip your tongue into his mouth. he groans against your lips, nails digging further into your hips as he deepens the kiss.
karasu pinches your nipples and you whimper down eita’s throat. he rolls the perky nubs between his thumb and pointer as his lips finally drop to land on your exposed shoulder. he sinks his teeth into you, just slightly, enough to make your body jolt in the boys’ hold.
“why don’t we take this somewhere more private, hm?” karasu’s whisper is making you soaked.
soon, he’s closing the door of the empty bedroom with a gentle slam of your back against it, a small yelp entangling into his mouth as he kisses you hard, fingers tugging at your hair and his knee pressed between your thighs. he pulls away from you with a string of spit still connect your mouths, your lips involuntarily chasing his as the distance grows. eita’s replacing him now, taking his shirt off before helping you with your own, kissing you slowly and massaging your breasts with each slide of his tongue across your puffy, red lips. karasu takes this as an opportunity to completely rid his clothing, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard as he just watches, dick twitching from the sounds of your sweet whines as eita switches between tasting your mouth and tits. he begins to slowly palm himself whilst resting one hand behind his head as breathy huffs of bliss spill from his lips.
your eyes open just as eita begins to tease your inner thighs with his tepid fingers, making direct eye contact with a completely bare karasu a few feet away. you gasp at his build, muscles chiseled and flexing so deliciously with each pump of his broad hand. and his size? fuck, he was huge.
you were getting excited.
you and eita finish undressing, and just as you two lean in to kiss each other once more, karasu clears his throat obnoxiously loud on purpose.
“you two gonna stay glued to the damn door all night or are you gonna come join me?” he tsks from the mattress, sliding his thumb over his white, beaded slit. he groans and your walls squeeze around nothing.
“shit,” eita laughs, backing away from you, “i nearly forgot you were here.”
karasu scoffs, but he’s smiling. “wow, some friend you are.”
“can you blame me?” eita hums. “i mean, you’ve seen y/n, right?”
your stomach ties into knots and karasu notices. his eyes are dark and enticing, starving for you.
“of course i have,” he grins wickedly, words striking you right where you need him the most. he’s keeping his attention on you, though he’s speaking directly to eita. “i hope she’s ready for us to play with her,” he purrs, “bet she’s got a filthy fuckin’ cunt.”
“k–karasu,” you squeak as eita cautiously grabs your wrists and pulls you with him towards the bed.
“tabito,” he corrects, “call me by my first name.” you’re close enough to him now that he reaches and grabs your waist, pulling you onto his lap. your slick cunt brushes against his tip and he hisses. “fuck, ‘m not even inside you yet and i’m already close,” he jokes, though half serious, “you’re on the pill, right?” you nod and he sighs in relief. “thank god, because i reaaally need to fuckin’ feel this sweet pussy of yours.” his fingertips pad into your plush sides and you shiver. “but first,” he continues as he’s slowly lifting your cunt up to his face, “need to taste you.”
he pulls you down against his mouth with force, tongue plunging into your wet hole as you cry out, palms slamming to grip the wall and headrest behind his head as he devours your cunt.
“j–jesus!” you moan, “slow d–down–” but you’re lying about what you want, because you’re the one riding his face desperately, sliding your puffy, sticky folds all over his tongue with resolve. “fuck, tabito!” you cry his name, nearly about to come already. just how skilled was he?
eita’s sitting on his knees at your side now, gripping your hair to turn your head and face him. he kisses you messily, spit spilling out of your mouth and down the dip between your breasts like it’s simulating your arousal drenching karasu’s face. eita fists his cock slowly as he swallows your sounds, twitching in sync with the filthy squelching plaps of karasu’s tongue sucking at your folds.
“mmmm’fuck,” karasu groans against you, “so fuckin’ sweet, christ, baby– yeah, keep ridin’ my face like this, want you to squirt aaaall over me.”
eita drops his mouth to your breasts, pulling and sucking at your sensitive nubs with precision. he feels his own peak fast approaching.
“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you yell, body beginning to shake from the overwhelming pleasure coming from all angles. karasu’s still a moaning mess, sending a slap to your ass to push you over the edge.
“c’mon, sweet thing,” he taunts, “give it to me.”
the coil in your stomach snaps, and you spill all over his beautiful face, eita lifting his cock up to your chest just in time to spurt his hot cum onto your pretty tits. “s–shit,” he stutters, eyes rolling violently as his release coats your glistening skin. “you’re so fucking beautiful,” he gasps, “especially wearing my cum like that.”
“oh, god!” your throat breaks, shuddering as karasu helps you ride out your high with slowing, brutal suctions on your sweet cunt. “shit,” you whimper, coming down, “just how many girls have you fucked to gain a skill like that?”
karasu slides you down his body and plants you on his lap, upright and leaky cock resting just shy of your syrupy folds. he leans into you with a smirk to tease, “what girls?” tongue darting out to lick up eita’s cum from your chest. “the only one i see is you.” you whine, watching him so filthily as he cleans you up.
“h–holy shit,” eita huffs, eyes wide from karasu’s action, “didn’t know you were a freak like that, kara.”
“well, this is our first time sharin' someone, isn't it?” he hums, “you’ll be seein' a lot of unexpected things tonight.”
your pussy throbs at the image of the two of them pleasuring each other right in front of your fucking face.
“what was that?” karasu asks, head tilted at you curiously. then, he’s sly again, “you want us to touch each other for you?"
you blush. “i–i didn’t realize i said that out loud,” you chuckle.
“don’t be embarrassed,” eita thrums, placing a delicate kiss against your shoulder blade before sitting down beside karasu, “i’m sure kara here would love to touch me.”
karasu doesn’t say anything, instead he just turns his head and grabs eita’s face, shoving his tongue down his throat as he kisses him so sloppy and loud.
“oh, fuck,” you bite your lip, beginning to slide your slick pussy along karasu’s fat base as you watch them make out, “keep doing that.”
it doesn’t stop there. eita reaches out his hand, palming karasu’s engorged tip to help you out. karasu growls into eita’s mouth, lifting his hips up to chase his orgasm as his hands tighten around eita’s jaw.
“mmm’fuck,” he hums, sucking on eita’s tongue, “k–keep goin’, mmm’gonna come soon.” you're riding his cockbase so pathetically, unbridled whines escaping your mouth as you listen to his build up louder and louder with each sinful slip against him. he chokes, lips breaking apart from eita’s as he throws his head back violently, an ungodly groan rising from deep within his chest. “fuck!” his voice is ragged as he spills out all over your pussy lips and eita’s hand, body shivering in ecstasy. “good fuckin’ god,” he exhales after a few moments, trying to pull himself together. “didn’t know you had it in you, eita,” he teases his friend.
eita just laughs, lifting his ruined hand up to swallow his release. he keeps his eyes steady on karasu, and it almost feels like you’re third wheeling for a second. “you’re not the only one exposing themselves today,” he smirks.
“am i interrupting something?” you ask smugly, arms crossed as you witness their interaction.
karasu snorts, then flips you underneath of him swiftly and you yelp. “maybe,” he coos, tongue sliding from your navel up to your neck before landing on your lips softly. “but we’ve got plenty of time for you, baby.”
he throws your legs over his shoulders, your arms automatically reaching to grab his biceps for leverage. “trying to ruin me?” you taunt, licking your lips hungrily.
his eyes grow dark and wicked. “if that’s what you want,” his thick cockhead teases your entrance and you whimper, “then i will.”
“okay,” your smile is intentional as you dig crescents into his arms, looking him dead in the eyes. “fucking ruin me, tabito karasu.”
karasu’s instantly wrecked by your words, slamming into your honeyed cunt with a grit of the teeth as he stuffs you to the hilt. his breathing is uneven and raspy as he begins to move, eyes flickering to watch your pretty face twitch from his size.
“s–shit,” he groans, “you’re so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart,” his hips falter for a moment, “anybody ever fucked this pussy right?”
“n–no,” you shake your head, “they never made me come,” head pushing back further into the pillows, “i’m hoping you two can be the first.”
karasu snaps in the moment, driving is fat cock into your sweet cunt unforgiving, the slam of the headboard against the wall surely drawing attention to the bedroom from other party guests standing just mere feet away on the other side of the closed door.
“d–don’t say shit like that,” he chokes, hands digging into your meaty thighs as his bulbous, leaky tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, “it’s gonna fuck me up.”
“maybe that’s my g–goal,” you whine, back arching as his prominent vein brushes against your sweet spot.
eita is losing his mind beside you two, hand pumping vigorously at his creamy cock whilst he thrust up into it. “s–shit, you’re so hot, y–y/n,” he moans, palming himself eagerly as he watches your perfect cunt suck all of karasu in. “making the prettiest sounds and shit– fuck, can’t wait to be inside of you later.”
karasu’s close, the intense heat from your walls clenching around him trickling up through each nerve ending, dirty, ragged groans rhythmically matching the slaps of his pelvis against your ass.
“fuck, i’m– ah– close,” he shudders, one hand moving to circle your puffy clit whilst the other grips the curve of your waist like he’d die without it. “feels so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” he huffs, “‘m’gonna fill you up until you’re screamin’ for more.”
your whines are loud as ecstasy flows through your body, coil on the verge of snapping as his thick cock sends you to paradise.
eita’s kissing you roughly, biting your lips and tongue as he groans down your throat, pumping his chubby cock with vigor. “wanna decorate your pretty face with my cum,” he mutters against you, “would you like that?”
“p–please," you whimper, pink muscle diving deep into his throat, “need it, eita.”
he growls at your response, sitting up to ready himself as he watches the way karasu fucks you intently and drowns in the sweet sounds of your moans.
“ah– shit, shit!” he chokes, spurting his creamy seed onto your face.
you laugh elated, tongue moving to lick up what you could reach, gasping for air as you near your own release. “fuck!” you scream, back arching off the bed as karasu hits your sweet spot, sending you over the edge. “i’m c–coming!”
karasu is losing it, teeth and jaw clenching as you spill all over his greedy cock, thrusts only speeding up as your juices splash onto the sheets and reaching as far as your lower tummy.
“god– fuck,” his throat cracks with something of strain and wreckage. “filthy fuckin’ cunt,” he slams into you, “juuust like i fuckin’ said.” his hips stutter, grabbing yours firmly and digging his nails into your plush skin as his eyes roll violently, hot ropes of white filling your sensitive cunt to the brim. “fuck, thaaaat’s it,” he thrums, watching as a creamy ring forms at his base, cum smearing all over his big dick, “look at yourself suckin’ me in, baby.”
he leans over to kiss you sweetly as he comes to still, sliding his thumbs delicately over you cheeks. you melt into him, hands reaching to run through his hair.
then, he pulls away with a playfuly nibble to the tip of your tongue and wears a smirk. “think you can handle eita here? can you take more?”
you nod profusely. “god, please.”
karasu backs away satisfied, kneeling on the mattress off to the side as his thick cock rests heavy in his palm. his plan was to simply observe and decorate himself with his seed again.
eita’s lips are on your mouth instantly, kissing you with so much passion and need as his tongue soon slides down your chin until he reaches your navel.
“so fucking gorgeous,” he moans his praise, “could touch this body aaall day.” his fingers caress your hips, “wanna stare at you forever.”
his tongue is warm and soft on your throbbing cunt as he tastes you so messily, drinking up the residue of your bittersweet releases before he aligns his wet mushroom tip with your entrance. he can see your walls and clit pulsing pathetically for him to fill you up.
he slides into you with an elongated moan, hands caressing your jaw with so much caution as he bottoms you out, already shuddering from your fluttering walls.
“fuuuck,” he gasps, “i– holy shit, you feel incredible.”
you tilt your chin so your mouth can reach his thumb resting on it, tongue pulling the digit in as you suck on it gently, whining blissfully as you stare into his enlarged pupils with your big, beautiful glassy eyes.
he moans at the sigh. “f–fuck, when you look at me like that,” his thick vein drags across your sensitve edges and you cry out, “makes me go insane.”
he’s moving faster now, one leg thrown over his hip as soft, raspy huffs escape his throat.
“e–eita,” you mutter around his slick finger, "gonna make me come– p–please, keep going like t–that.”
he listens to your pleas, head dropping into your shoulder as he fucks into you deep and raw, alternating between slow and fast thrusts. he moves a hand to play with your puffy clit; he needs to feel you fall apart on him.
karasu’s chest heaves as he watches you take his friend so obediently, sticky blobs of precum oozing out of his angry tip with each meeting of your hips. “f–fuck,” his whisper is low and nearly inaudible.
eita’s nearly about to burst, kissing your mouth desperately as he begins to sputter into your hole, whimpering against your tongue. “need to come,” he murmers, “fuck, take it, beautiful.” he rubs you faster, groaning as he senses your wetness increasing around him. “yeah– fuck– let me feel you.”
you throw your hips up to meet him halfway and your juices trickle out of your hole with a sharp cry whilst his stomach twists, hot white pouring into your sensitive pussy with slow, intentional thrusts. he’s holding onto your body for dear life, eyes rolling violently as he feels you squeeze his creamy dick to pull every fucking drop of cum out of him. the diabolical plaps of his cock driving into your honeyed cunt sound like music to his ears.
“oh my god,” he stutters, steadily coming to a still, “fucking hell, you’re perfect.”
he collapses onto your chest, just relishing in the teasing pulses on your cunt still clenching around him as he stays tucked and warm inside of you just a little longer, fingers brushing through your sweaty strands.
“feel alright?” he asks.
you smile, so big and blissed out. “never better.” you turn your head to the side to look at karasu, stretching out a hand towards him and brushing his thigh. “come here, tabito,” you coo. he looks so huge and delicious hovering over you like that, heat filling your tummy when you see his fist so filthily coated in sticky white from his quiet orgasm just moments ago. “lay with us.”
the three of you settle on the mattress, the two boys curled up to your sides as you all breathe slowly, trying to catch your breaths and fully return to reality.
and then, you realize you just ruined whomever's bed you’re lying in. “oh, shit,” you laugh, “who’s bed is this?”
karasu chuckles. “mine, actually. this is my frat, didn’t chigiri tell you?”
summary: how long they last(ed) during no nut november?
pairing: y. isagi, s. itoshi, r. kunigami, r. mikage, a. ness & t. karasu (separately) x gn!reader
cw: MDNI, nsfw, established relationship, sexual abstinence, all characters are 18+
part 1 | part 2 you're here! | reqs open!
⛧ — isagi: 3 (hard, quite literally) weeks
bro approached NNN like it was the final match of the world cup (lol). all those cold showers and meditation apps, probably even doing breathwork exercises while you were right there, teasing him with your sleepy sighs and the way your ass just happened to brush his leg in bed. he was a fucking trooper, you gotta admit. three weeks of blue-balled agony, his mind a battlefield of discipline versus pure, unadulterated horniness. he was so close, baby. day 21, you just let out a soft, little moan in your sleep, maybe shifted just right, and that was it. his brain, already on the brink of overload from the sheer deprivation, just short-circuited! you woke up to him already hard as a rock, panting over you, whispering, "fuck, baby, i can't… i just can't anymore. you're too much." and he came so hard he saw stars, then looked at you with those wide, innocent eyes, a tiny blush creeping up his neck. ashamed for a nanosecond, then instantly puffing out his chest, "three weeks! that's… that's pretty good, right?!"
⛧ — sae: 10 days
you know damn well he didn't give two shits about this challenge. you had to practically beg him to even acknowledge it, teasing him with, "oh, what, the sae itoshi can't even last a month without cumming? is your ego that fragile?" and that's what got him. he just grunted, "fine. don't touch me." for ten days, he was just… sae. annoyingly aloof, maybe a little more irritable than usual, but you could tell the deprivation was building, a simmering tension beneath that cool exterior. you'd catch him staring, his eyes a little darker, a little more predatory. by day 10? forget it. you were just reading a book, minding your own business, when he suddenly just loomed over you, stripping off his shirt with a feral look in his eyes. before you could even blink, he was on top of you, hips grinding, his dick already throbbing against your thigh. "i'm done with this," he growled, his voice a low rumble against your neck, and then he was taking you with a primal hunger, not an ounce of guilt in his magnificent, self-centered body. (you loved every fucking second of it).
⛧ — kunigami: 29 days!
kunigami is built different, baby. NNN for him wasn't a challenge, it was a whole training arc. you know he had a fucking calendar marked, probably did extra reps in the gym just to burn off the sexual frustration. he was stoic, focused, a man on a mission. and you tried everything. waking him up with soft kisses, letting your fingers trail just so down his back, even "accidentally" dropping your towel in front of him. he'd just clench his jaw, grunt, and walk away, a vein throbbing in his neck, muttering, "stay strong, kunigami." you almost thought he'd actually make it the full month. but the second that clock ticked over to the eve of november 30th? he folded like a cheap suit, and it was glorious. he stalked into the room, a beast unleashed, and didn't even say a word. just grabbed you, lifted you, and had you against the nearest wall, his mouth devouring yours. "29 days is more than enough to prove my point," he'd pant against your lips, already so deep inside you, proving a very different point with every powerful thrust. he was a winner (come on, be nice), and you were his prize.
⛧ — mikage: winner! (30 whole days damn)
if anyone could win this absurd challenge, it's him. especially if nagi was teasing him for failing instantly, you know reo would dig his heels in with that stubborn, goal-oriented personality of his. he had an entire strategy for NNN, complete with contingency plans for arousal. but by day 30, darling, he was a wreck. you could practically see the steam coming off him, his eyes a little wilder, his hands clenching and unclenching. he'd been having cold sweats and vivid, dirty dreams about you for a week straight. the moment that clock hit midnight on december 1st, you just knew. he didn't even wait for you to say anything. he'd just grab you, his voice hoarse, "i won. and now, doll… now you're my prize." he wouldn't just ruin you, he'd claim you. he'd fuck you like he was proving his dominance, like he was making up for a month of pure, unadulterated torture, whispering all the filthy things he'd been fantasizing about, leaving you breathless and completely undone. he won NNN, but you won the absolute carnage that followed.
⛧ — ness: half a week (barely)
alexis tried, he really did! you know he researched "no nut november coping mechanisms" with the same intensity he researches kaiser's opponents. but let's be real, he's way too soft, way too touchy-feely, way too dependent on your constant affection to last a month. he made it 3-4 days, clinging to you, trying to just cuddle without anything else. then on day four, you just woke up, snuggled into his chest, and whispered, "missed you," your voice soft and sleepy. that was it. that was his breaking point. he'd just let out a desperate little groan, his arms tightening around you, his already-hard dick pressing into your thigh. "baby, i can't… i can't do this anymore. please. just… please." he'd be begging, tears of frustration and longing welling in his eyes as he just had to have you. he might feel a little ashamed, but the pure relief of finally being able to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you, would quickly override any guilt. he's just too much of a clingy, horny little puppy for NNN, and you wouldn't have him any other way!
⛧ — karasu: 7 days
that smug, cocky bastard walked into NNN like he was about to conquer the world. "this is gonna be easy," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips, thinking he was soooo above such trivial human desires. you just knew you had to take him down a peg. for a whole week, he maintained that infuriatingly cool demeanor, maybe even gave you a little pat on the head when you tried to flirt, as if to say, "nice try, kitten, but i'm stronger than that." but you're smarter, baby. you waited for the opportune moment, when he was just starting to feel too confident. maybe you "accidentally" brushed your ass against his groin while walking past, lingered a little too long when you hugged him, or just let your eyes trace his body with a knowing, hungry look. you whispered something utterly filthy in his ear, something only you know gets him absolutely raging. his eyes would darken, that smug smirk would falter, and then you'd see it: the barely contained tremor in his hands. he'd try to play it off, of course, "tch, you think that affects me?" but the next thing you know, he's got you pinned against the nearest surface, his mouth bruising yours, his hips already grinding against yours with desperate urgency. he'd lose, and he'd pretend he didn't care, but the way he'd absolutely ravage you, as if to punish you for making him break, would tell a very different story. he cared, oh honey, he cared alright.
WELCOME, DECEMBER! my favorite month of the year because i love the holliday season and cuz it has soooo many birthdays (including mine!) andddd because i love this month so much, i'm planning something really, really special for u all, stay tuned! <3
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bllk masterlist -> here
✮⋆˙ | featuring: tabito karasu, eita otoya, kenyu yukimiya!
✮⋆˙ | cw: fluff/suggestive/crack content. gn!reader.
✮⋆˙ | a/n: tysm kuonglazer for being funny and motivating me even more to make this. i giggled while making this. such a fucking chud... 🥲
