#bllk kunigami

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[blessingsinwinter]

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 MARRIED LIFE (BLLK) ⋆˚࿔

.☘︎ ݁˖ synopsis : life with your husband

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ content + warnings : timeskip! au, domestic fluff, fem! reader | ft. isagi, bachira, rin, sae, nagi, reo, kunigami 𓏲ּ𝄢 author note .ᐟ hi everyone >.< this is my first writing piece on here but i hope i met all your standards. sorry if it's kinda short! i comtemplated on adding some suggestive themes in here but i decided to keep it all cutesy.. soo for my next one i might add some smut. keep in tune! also idk if i like this layout..

ISAGI YOICHI ─ life with him feels steady, intentional, chosen.

he’s the type of husband who overthinks everything — including how to make you happiest

there's one specific night where you wake up at 2am and he's not in bed. you shuffle to the living room only to find him at the table, notebook open and scribbling. "isagi..?" he looks startled then sheepish. "i was just.. planing something." it's a colour-coded schedule for your anniversary week. reservations, gift ideas, backup plans in case it rains. you laugh and he turns red. he didn't want to mess it up.

he always pulls you closer unconsciously when you're walking together, especially in crowded places (i imagine his strategist brain calculating potential obstacles lol)

after matches, no matter how exhausted he is, he looks for you first in the stands. every single time

kisses your forehead when he's deep in thought. most of the time he doesn't even realise he's doing it

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BACHIRA MEGURU ─ life with him feels colorful, unpredictable, alive.

your house is never quiet

he cooks with music blasting, dancing around the kitchen, pulling you in mid-chorus even if you're holding a knife

one time you're stressed, sitting on the floor surrounded by papers. he crouches in front of you, tilts his head, and gently bumps his forehead against yours. "monster says you need a break." then he drags you outside at 10pm to look at the stars like it's the most urgent thing in the world.

he traces random shapes on your palm while talking. it's basically habitual now

calls you weirdly specific pet names like "my favourite human" or "tiny cupcake"

when he smiles at you ─ that bright, childlike grin ─ it's softer than how he smiles at anyone else

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ITOSHI RIN ─ life with him feels intense. private. deeply rooted.

married life with rin is quiet but not cold

he wakes up earlier than you but stays in bed

you don't know this until one morning you pretend to be asleep. he brushes your hair away from your face and just.. looks at you.

he doesn't say "i love you" often. instead he fixes things before you even notice they're broken

one evening you're arguing ─ not yelling, just tense. you start to walk away and he grabs your wrist, not hard, but just enough to stop you. "don't leave when we're not finished." it wasn't controlling, but desperate almost. he needs resolution.

he rests his chin on your head when you're sitting together. a subtle form of possession

the only time he smirks is when you're flustered

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ITOSHI SAE ─ life with him feels secure, powerful, chosen.

he pretends he's unaffected by marriage, but he's definitely lying

public affection is minimal yet somehow his hand is always on small of your back. guiding and grounding

once, at a formal event, someone flirts with you. sae doesn't say a word. just wraps his arm around your waist and presses a slow kiss to your temple. it was territorial, silent and obviously effective.

at home though? he sits behind you on the couch, long legs caging you in, chin on your shoulder while you scroll through your phone

"you're cute when you're focused."

buys you expensive things but acts like it's no big deal (because it really isn't for him)

the only time he laughs freely is when you say something ridiculous without even meaning to

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NAGI SEISHIRO ─ life with him feels soft, warm, effortless.

he absolutely tried to skip the wedding planning

"sounds like a hassle.." but the second you looked overwhelmed, he sighed and took over the vendor calls.

he's clingy, but lazily

you'll be cooking and suddenly there's a weight on your back. it's magi draped over you like a blanket. "don't move. comfy."

he falls asleep on you constantly

once you tell him you're feeling insecure. he blinks at you slowly, then pulls your face closer. "why? you married me. you already won." deadpan and completely serious.

texts you "u alive?" when you haven't replied in 20 minutes

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MIKAGE REO ─ life with him feels luxurious, devoted, intentional.

being married to reo means never having to worry about anything

he remembers everything. every anniversary, every tiny preference

you once casually mentioned liking a specific brand of perfume. it's waiting on your vanity two days later.

he loves showing you off, but never in a way that feels objectifying. more like pride

he comes home late from practice one night and sees you asleep on the couch, waiting for him. he kneels down and brushes your hair back while whispering: "don't wait up next time.. i'll always come home to you."

he absolutely spoils you. unapologetically

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KUNIGAMI RENSUKE ─ life with him feels safe, steady, strong.

domestic kunigami is criminally underrated idc

he cooks, like actually cooks. balanced meals, protein counted and all that

you're sitting on the counter while he chops vegetables, sleeves rolled up and forearms flexing. he notices you staring. "what?" you just smile. he looks down and blushes immediately.

he trains hard but alway makes time for you. discipline extends to love too

one night during a storm, the power goes out. you instinctively reach for him. he wraps a jacket around your shoulders and lights candles without a word. (talk about protector energy lol).

he holds you like you're something precious which you undoubtedly are to him

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[owltrace]

𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲...

Isagi Yoichi

...follow you around like a lost puppy.

Need to cook something? Yoichi can help! (Not really, since he doesn't know batshit about cooking and burns everything he touches, but it's the thought that counts, right?) Are you going out? No problem! He's gonna sit put and still on the edge of your shared bed, watching with a fond look as you rummage through your wardrobe trying to find the perfect clothes to go out! (Even though he thinks all of them look perfect on you) Need help shopping? He's already holding all of your bags for you! (Even if he looks ridiculous holding so many bags, but he refuses to let you touch a single one of them).

In the end, he's just a lovesick boy who loves acts of service and some good old quality time, so just let him follow you around, yeah?

Chigiri Hyoma

...gossip and do skincare with you.

He literally hates the people you talk about without even meeting them in real life. Like, what do you mean that Penelope lady cheated on her husband because he was on a 20 days trip? Ridiculous.

Anyways, skincares are a must in your relationship. You guys do it everynight, and, when he's away (for soccer reasons), you facetime to do it. It became a little tradition: he calls you the night before an important game, asking if you already treated your skin. Then, when you say that you didn't, even if he tries to hide it, his eyes visibly, clearly - and a little comically too - light up (even though he already knew the answer. It's the same one everytime. You never do it without him). After that, you both just talk and laugh, trying to calm his nerves down before the game. Most of the times, the call only ends when one of you ends up falling asleep. It's honestly cute how comfortable you are with eachother.

He swears he plays better when you do that. His many hat tricks can confirm that.

Nagi seishiro

...can't sleep if it isn't on your lap.

He physically can't anymore, and it makes him pissed.

His sweet pillows that looked oh so comfortable before must as well feel like rocks right now, because NOTHING compares to the fluffiness of your lap mixed with you running your fingers through his hair and touching his scalp. He feels like he's in heaven everytime you do it.

He HATES when he's travelling and has to sleep on a 5 star hotel's bed, because how is it SO uncomfortable?? What the heck??

Karasu Tabito...

...watch tutorials on how to do your hair because he wants it to look as pretty as you.

I mean, come on. We all know this guy is WHIPPED for you. He swears you're the most beautiful being he ever laid his eyes on, and he can't even put into words how much he utterly adores you. So, what did you think he'd do when you came up to him complaining about how hard it is to do those "pretty hairstyles of yours" - as he calls them - alone?

Now, Karasu is sat cross legged, pins between his teeth, TV on displaying a random tutorial he found on youtube and a freaking WIG in front of him while he cusses himself because since when are french braids so hard to do???

And then the next day, when you ask about his dark circles, he just brushes it off saying he was analysing """football strategies""" - yeah, right.

Later that same day, the moment you simply stated you felt a little hot, he immediately spun you over, grabbed a hair tie and did a flawless - almost flawless actually, there were some strands of hair sticking out - french braid.

When confronted about his ability. Bro had the AUDACITY to say it was a "natural talent", with a proud smirk (even though when you used youtube on his phone, you saw his search history).

He only dropped the act when you pointed at his hair and said that "if he really had a 'natural talent' for styling hairs, his hair wouldn't look like that". A little uncalled for, but ok.

Barou Shoei...

...clean your room for you without you asking him to

Yeah, you probably saw this one coming. Barou LOVES to clean. When he cleans a room, he's not only making it look and smell better: it also helps him organize his own thoughts and feelings.

When you started dating, he always pestered you about how messy your room was. When you joked about how "the only way of knowing what 'clean' meant for him was for him to help you during the task - cause, come on, your room wasn't even that messy! Just some papers scattered and clothes out of the wardrobe, but every teenager's room looks like that!" And imagine your surprise when he actually agreed! And when it was actually fun! Just you and him, cleaning, with gentle songs from your shared playlist as background noise.

Since then, you both always clean your room together, once a week, as a "date" (not everyone thinks that cleaning together is a date, but for you, it was).

Until you got sick on a cleaning day. And had to go to the hospital because, well, the headache was almost killing you. You sent a quick "I'm sorry :(" message, followed by an "It's ok." From him - but you knew how much he loved cleaming with you, so you couldn't just brush this off. So, you eagerly sent a "We could reschedule it!", to which he replied "Sure".

And that was it. You were wondering when the date would happen - maybe saturday? Or Sunday? -, wanting it to be as soon as possible. You just weren't expecting "soon" to be "now".

When you got back to your dorm and opened it, guess who was there: Barou, in all of his glory, sleeping on the chair beside your bed - which was made and smelled like lavenders. Actually, everything was perfect - from the carpet perfectly aligned, to the clothes organized by colors and types, to your bathroom products in a straight line on your sink. It was perfect. He cleaned it all for you, and even slept waiting for you to come back.

And when he woke up from his nap and said "You're feeling better now, love?", with his groggy voice and eyes not even completely open focused solely on you, you swore you fell ten times harder.

Kunigami Rensuke...

...becomes your personal shopping cart.

Football pays well. And Kunigami doesn't really know what to do with all that money. So, what better way to spend it than to letting you buy whatever you want?

He takes you on shopping strolls, buying things that caught your attention for 0.2 milliseconds. But that's not what makes you swoon over him the most - even though it also helps. What makes you want to kick your feet and scream like a silly highschool girl ks the fact that he does NOT let you hold anything. From your own bag from the things you've boight together, you know you will not be carrying weight with him.

The funniest part about these moments is when he holds your personal bag. Capture this: over 6 ft tall man, arms crossed and arms as big as your thighs, holding a baby pink purse while looking at you with fond eyes - said look that disappears the moment you get out of his sight or he looks somewhere else.

Many workers have complimented you about how cute you are and about how you "scored big" and "found the perfect man", but he couldn't disagree more: you are the perfect one in this relationship, afterall.

[hrrcanne]

boyfriend!bllk boys during NNN pt. 2

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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𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐒 ! (𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐜)

ever since your boyfriend kunigami rensuke, came back from that one blue lock project, he was never the same.

he had become paler, more muscular, more aggressive, and colder than before, like whatever happened in there had stripped away the warm person you used to know. the easy smiles he once gave you were gone, replaced by a blank expression that barely changed no matter what happened.

even the way he looked at you felt different now, his orange eyes holding nothing but pure nonchalance, as if every emotion had been locked away behind walls you could no longer reach.

but he still stood beside you, still answered when you spoke, but every conversation felt distant, leaving you to wonder if the boy you fell in love with had ever truly come back at all.

but here you are, sitting on his abs, your pussy throbbing against his muscular abs. “c-can i?..” you whispered, blushing at his body.

kunigami didn’t respond immediately. he simply lay there, his massive arms crossed behind his head, those orange eyes fixed on your face with an unreadable, stoic expression. the muscles of his abdomen were rock-hard beneath your thighs, defined and chiseled from the hellish training he had endured, creating a frustratingly pleasurable friction against your dripping heat.

"do what you need to do,"

his voice was flat, emotionless. one hand remained behind his head, the other barely moved as you shifted, your wetness sliding against his lower abs, seeking friction. his gaze never wavered from your face, studying your desperate movements with disinterest, as if observing a particularly uninteresting experiment.

he didn't stop you as you started grinding against his abs, his expression remaining impassive. his body was like a stone statue beneath you, giving no reaction as you used him for pleasure. his abs were so hard that they provided the perfect surface for you to rub against, your juices coating his skin.

you feel his abs tighten further as you grind harder, your clit rubbing against the defined ridges of his lower stomach. a soft moan escapes your lips, your hips moving in desperate circles. kunigami's eyes remain fixed on your face, his expression completely empty.

your soaked pussy slides against his hardened muscles, the friction building heat between your thighs. a guttural sound escapes him—almost imperceptible—as your wetness coats the ridges of his abs, making every movement slick and friction-heavy. his hands still hang at his sides, fingers flexing slightly. the contrast between your desperate, needy grinding and his complete stillness is maddening.

you start moving your hips faster, your body trembling with the weight of your unfulfilled desire. the slick wetness between your thighs pools against his lower abs, creating a squelching sound with every thrust of your hips. your clit desperately seeks relief from the friction, the pressure building beneath your skin.

“c-cumming,” you whispered, but kunigami didn't react. his eyes remained open, watching you with a cold stillness as your body began to tremble. your orgasm was short and lonely, crumbling against the indifference of the boy you once loved. you collapsed on top of him, face pressing against his chest, your walls clenching and twitching as the waves of pleasure passed through you.

"you're done?" his voice was flat, uninterested.

you nodded weakly against his chest, too exhausted to speak. then you felt something—his hand finally moving, fingers threading through your hair once, twice, mechanically, before dropping back to the bed.

a pale imitation of affection from a boy who stopped knowing how to give it.

[viyoon]

"i finally found you!"

kncg as mizisua because i was curious

[slutsenpai]

for the 2k follower event, first of all congrats on the milestone!

chigiri with prompt 14 (jealous sex) pls🙏

have some food 🍫🌮🧋

✦ 千切豹馬 ／ mdni chigiri hyōma ; jealous sex

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, angel girl.” chigiri whispers, he’s smiling, but there’s something dangerous in his eyes. “you can’t be standing there, drooling over kunigami like that and really think that I won’t notice, huh? you love making me jealous, don’t you?”

your boyfriend was gonna let this slide, but it had been eating away at him for hours. he’s usually chill about you and his friends, and he’s confident, but the alcohol and some recent bad games were making him insecure.

he’s over you, and he was just about to push his perfect, pretty cock inside of you, right where it belongs, but he stops. there’s a sticky, gossamer mess connecting him to you from when he ate you out, and he rubs himself through your folds, which makes you squirm and whine because it’s still so sensitive.

“h-huh? we were just talking, he’s your friend so I was being nice.” you pout, and you look so cute and innocent that he almost trusts you.

“mmmm, really? standing too close, looking up at him with those pretty eyes? you think that he believes you were just being nice?”

you don’t get to respond because he finally pushes inside of you — your back arches off of the bed, digging your nails into his hips. you’re plenty wet, but it’s still a tight fit. he exhales deeply, pulling back out, then rolls his hips forward again. he’s keeping his composure much more than he usually does ; he’s usually moaning and folding into you and fucking you like he’s in heat.

“fuck, hyo ..”

“do you think that he’s picturing you in his bed right now, wishing it were him instead of me? … probably fucking his fist, probably looking at pictures of you ..”

“I-I don’t know, ‘n I don’t care.”

“hm, your pussy definitely cares. he’s big, you know? is that what you want? some stupid jock to split you open on his big cock?”

“n-nuh’uh!”

“yeah, he’s bigger, but you love how pretty I am, don’t you?”

“mm-mhm! you’re perfect, hyo, I love you, I love your cock — !!” he thrusts particularly deep just to watch your reaction. aw, there’s my girl, he thinks, watching how your brows draw together, how your mouth drops open before you bite your lip to swallow the noise, how your lashes flutter open and your beautiful, glistening eyes are lidded and directly focused on him.

“sweet girl, no wonder he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. always know exactly what to say, and so fucking pretty .. too pretty for your own good, fuck, for my own good.”

he runs a hand through his silky, strawberry locks, taking a second to tie it into a bun. if you’re pretty, that makes him a god.

“fuck, just look at you ..” he’s in awe, pulling all the way out again so he can spit on your cute cunt, just to further claim what’s his. you sob out a sweet moan and he smacks your pussy just once before slipping back in. you jolt, clinging to him when he fucks you again, mumbling incoherently into his shoulder, listening to his soft grunts and the lewd smack! of his hips against the backs of your thighs.

“m’yours, always, I love you.” you cry, already feeling your orgasm approaching.

“shhhh,” he shushes you even though you’re saying exactly what he wants to hear. chigiri’s hands find the junction of your knees, folding them up into your chest. he puts all of his weight behind his thrusts, groaning into your mouth, feeling you absolutely drench his cock as the smack! starts turning into a lurid squelch! he knows just the way to angle his hips, just the right amount of pressure to get you off as quickly and as many times as he wants. luckily, or unluckily, for you, it’ll be a long night.

you’re already dripping all over yourself, all the way down your thighs and onto the sheets.

“that’s it, you’re so close f’me, mama. you think that you deserve it?”

“yes! m’always so good for you, hyo!”

“it’s okay, baby, you can touch yourself. play with that perfect little clit while I fuck you, yeah? I want you to cum for me.”

you nod, looking up at him before his head drops to your collarbone so he can watch himself fuck into you. “that’s it, squeeze me just like that.” he groans, and your fingers rub in quick little circles, so, so fucking close. “this perfect pussy is gonna squirt all over me, yeah? make a fucking mess, only for me?”

“mmhmm!” you reassure him, “I’m cumming for you, hyo!” but you don’t have to tell him because he feels it, how your warm, squishy walls grip down on his big cock, how he has to push harder to fuck you through it, how you’re moaning his name like a fucking prayer.

“good girl, baby, fuck …” he gasps, and he’s unable to hold back with how gorgeous you look underneath of him right now, how fucking good everything feels, how much he loves you. he pushes as deeply inside of you as he can, whimpering as he cums, filling you with a thick, milky load of hot cream. you feel him shiver in your hold, he’s breathless, trying to compose himself, and he’s beautiful.

he dotes on you before standing to help clean up, but he’s nowhere near finished for the evening. he’s loving and careful in how he touches you, but he still has that precarious look glinting in his cerise eyes.

uh-oh.

“put your clothes on, love. I’m gonna text kuni and see if he still wants to come over for drinks.” his voice is sweet and he’s humming, but you know that it’s more than just drinks .. and the worst part is, is that you’re absolutely into it, even despite all of your words.

and chigiri is hoping that by the end of tonight, his best friend is gonna watch him cum inside of you, on your stomach, on your chest, and on your pretty face. and, if kunigami is good, maybe he’ll get to fuck you, too.

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prompt 06 / 15 for my 2k follower event !! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

notes. chigiri getting jealous over kunigami is so fucking hot omg. I hope u liked it !! :3

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Pre-wild card Kunigami loves to spoil you!

Kunigami spoils you as much as he can. He cherishes you, and he expresses that through words and gifts, sometimes without a warning too.

A knock on your door and he's there, holding pretty flowers and telling you the meaning behind them because the florist from the shop he got them from told him the perfect ones to pick for you. On a date, he pays for everything! If you try to pay for something, you may as well be smacking him across the face. How dare you insult him? How dare you insult yourself? He should be paying for you, not the other way around. Your feet are hurting? No worries, he picks up and carries you bridal style or on his back the rest of the way to his or your place.

Plus, you want to try something with him? Sure, anything to make you happy.

You want him to teach you more about how to play football. He doesn't see why not!

Go out? Mhm. Stay in? Fine. Anything for you!

In the bedroom, he has the same mentality, eating you out or fingering you before anything else, because your pleasure always comes first before him. He'd rather die than fuck you without prepping or easing you up first. He believes men like that are cruel. You deserve nothing but the world, and he'll give you that — double than, even.

His head is between your legs, tongue against your clit, doing careful circles that have your thighs tensing and the seat to ball up into your hands. He knows how you like it. He always does. You could blindfold him, and he will still remember all your sweet spots.

One hand keeps your jittery thigh pinned down while the other creeps down between your legs, right where his tongue is, the pad of his thumb replaces it, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while his tongue breaches your entrance and swirls inside, reaching as far as it can — nudging that spongey part that usually elicits a cry out of you, and it does.

He keeps it up, that careful pace. Not too fast, not too slow — just... right, enough to make you relax and be more pliant, in a good way. He wants you to stay at ease, so when he fucks you (or makes loves you as he puts it), it isn't uncomfortable. He'd kill himself before that happens.

He rotates, tongue finding your clit again, and his fingers prod at your slippery hole, pushing one inside, then a second, and curling them inward. Every moan and shallow breath that leaves your lips, he takes as an invitation to keep up a certain motion or angle, and once your cunt tightens around his fingers, tighter than before, that's when he'll speed up at an ungodly pace until you cum hard on his fingers — eyes-roling-to-the-back-of-your-head hard.

And, after you cum, like always, he's pulling away to make sure you're okay. He waits patiently to regain your consciousness, especially after a particular overwhelming orgasm, and then cups your face to make sure you're still with him.

"You good?"

"Yeah." The word comes out sluggish. He snickers.

"If you say so. Think you can handle more for me then?"

author's note: @xoxolalia sorry this took so long mootie! happy very late bday! hope u enjoy ittt!