Warnings: pure porn no plot, p in v, creampie, mild innocence kink, size kink, this is pretty pervy, everything is consensual yall, lowkey poor sex etiquette, he’s an asshole, references to drug and alcohol use, reader is referred to as a girl and has a vagina/breasts
A/N: this is way more perverted than i intended my first fic to be but at least now its out in the open how down bad i am for this man. and also im ovulating. please like and follow!! :)
You stare nervously at the door, anxiously anticipating any interruption from one of your team members. The ramshackle basement where you were all staying offered very little privacy from nosy colleagues. The walls were filled with holes, the doors did not lock, the ceiling cracked and dripping with mysterious liquid. Not the sexiest place.
And yet, here you found yourself beneath one of your teammates, Soldier Boy. Or whatever exactly he was to you. To be perfectly honest, he didn't seem like the biggest team player, keeping a firm emotional distance from all of you. The most conversation you had had with him up until this point was him offering you a crushed line of benzedrine, or a swig from his personal whisky bottle, which must have been something intimate for a man like him. Now, your wide eyes flickered between the unlocked door and his eyes, which glinted almost villainously in the low light. He had you pressed tightly against the cot you called your bed. The metal bar dug into your back as you squirmed under his hands, which were roaming uncaringly up your thighs, stomach and breasts, taking whatever he wanted from you.
He was still fully dressed, still in uniform, making his weight on top of you even heavier. You felt crushed, barely able to breathe between the bed and his body. You had lost your pants by now, left only in your shirt and soaked cotton panties.
You were sure you looked a mess under him, breath coming in uneven gasps and your arms trying desperately to grasp on to his arms and back, begging him to do something but too scared to ask him.
"You look like a deer in headlights, sweetheart," he grumbled patronizingly. Somehow he managed to look both bored and fascinated with your reaction, his hands continuing to grasp and pull on your flesh, surely leaving bruises. "You're in way over your head, aren't you?" He pouted at you, before smirking and chuckling to himself. His pupils were blown wide and there were still traces of white powder on his nostrils. His breath smelled of whisky. He was the sexiest thing you had ever seen and you whined, staring deep into his condescending gaze.
One of his hands finally chose a direction, gliding heavily over your stomach, before resting over your panties. His hand was burning hot, and you felt yourself growing wetter immediately, anticipating what was coming. Instead of pulling your panties down or to the side like you thought, he traced his fingertips over your cunt through the fabric. Surely, he could already feel how wet you were, but he slowly and gently tickled your pussy, making your lower half twitch and attempt to wiggle out of his unyielding hold.
"Please," you beg, voice coming out much more broken than you intended. He had barely touched you, barely acknowledged you, and you were already strung too tight. "What are you waiting for?" You asked, in an effort to sound brave. He just kept smirking and continued tracing you over the fabric of your panties, unbothered.
"Well, you see, if you were any other girl, I would finger you so hard you’d see stars.” Your hips canted upwards unwillingly, searching for the pressure he was denying you. “But you…well I know you can handle what I’m gonna give ya.”
Immediately, the tip of his middle finger pressed tightly against the fabric covering your clit, making your hips jerk wildly. His other hand, previously resting next to your head, came down and grasped your hip, pushing you roughly and sternly into the mattress. His fingertip rubbed tight circles over your covered clit, making your breath come out in high-pitched gasps. Your cunt clenched around nothing, begging him for something, anything, as you continued to drench your panties.
Apparently satisfied with the state of you, he took his hand away. You panted against the hard mattress, trying to stop your head from spinning. You raised your head to follow the movement of his hand, which now tugged down the waistband of his uniform, not even bothering to take it fully off as he palmed his cock underneath. With no hesitation, you placed both of your hands on his belt and tugged it down further, revealing his rough hand squeezed tightly around his hard cock. It was both beautiful and terrifying looking. Perfectly manicured and deliciously veined, but monstrously large, pumped full of Compound V and blood.
At the sight of your gaping mouth and widened eyes, he chuckled and tugged harder on his cock until it was rock solid. Wordlessly, he let go of it and grabbed your hips, turning you around without any difficulty. You lay down flat on your stomach, letting him manipulate your body any way he wanted. Eyes now facing the decaying wall next to your cot, you could only feel his movements instead of seeing them. You felt him lift your hips in the air and angle them to his liking. Before you knew it, you felt his clothed thighs press against your naked ones, and your panties were being tugged unceremoniously to the side. You felt a rush of fear.
“Wait,” you gasped, blindly waving a hand behind you to push him away. “I’m not ready, it’s too big.”
He grabbed your hand tightly and held it behind your back, making your face squish roughly into the mattress.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, still sounding as condescending as ever. “I’ll make it fit.”
Your eyes squeezed shut, and your arms went slack, falling from his loosened grip. You fisted at the mattress in anticipation as you felt the tip of his cock begin to nudge at your entrance, with little care for your comfortability. Despite the lack of preparation beforehand, you were soaking wet from him rubbing your clit and the general atmosphere between you two. His tip slipped up and down through the entrance of your cunt, lubricating himself enough to finally begin pushing inside. As his cock pressed forward and entered you, you squealed, your arms tensing up and pushing against the mattress. The stretch was indescribable, even only a few inches in. You felt your lower half trying to accommodate his massive size, your hips twitching in every direction, your thighs shaking and separating even further. Your stomach was aching, from either nerves, excitement, or the wide intrusion of his cock, you weren’t sure.
“Shhh, baby. Just relax for me. I know you can take it, you wouldn’t be the first.” The reminder that you were just another notch on his superhero belt should have offended you, but all it did was bring you calm, knowing that he knew what he was doing, that this was all part of the process. You unclenched slightly, and he continued pushing forward. Eventually, his hips met your butt cheeks and the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, causing a jagged moan to fall from your lips. Every push and every nudge sent waves of pleasure through your stomach.
You had never felt so full in your life. Your hips could barely move, so overstuffed with cock they were rendered immobile. He stayed in position, frozen while pressed against your walls and cervix. You gasped into the mattress, pressed so tightly against it now that the side of your face hurt.
But it was all worth it once he finally pulled back and lunged forward, before suddenly hammering away uncaringly. His legs slapped against your sweaty thighs, and his cock grated against your walls perfectly, never quite getting over the stretch. He towered over you, pushing your body further up and into the cot.
“Fuck,” he panted over you, voice so deep. “You feel like fucking heaven. Been a long time since I’ve had a pussy as tight as yours.”
Your face burned red from embarrassment and pleasure, and you felt your orgasm already beginning to build. You had never felt anything like this, so raw and animalistic as he took whatever he wanted from your body. You continued to rock forcefully against his hips, pulling his cock as deep as it could go. Whines fell from your lips, other team mates completely forgotten. Someone could walk in right now, and it wouldn’t stop you, not in a million years.
Your hips twitched and your legs shook as your orgasm washed over you unannounced, much too soon for your liking. Your pussy leaked around his cock, dripping down your already sweaty thighs. As your moans turned pornographic, you heard him chuckle behind you, though he sounded just as ruined as you felt.
“You are truly one in a million,” he said smugly, though his pants and hisses told a different story. “Usually, I gotta break ‘em in a bit more before they start coming all over my cock.”
You let out a tired moan of acknowledgment, your body exhausted and drenched in sweat. He kept going, unfazed by your overstimulated quivers of pleasure and pain. His cock continued to bully your insides, still filled to the fucking brim. Soon, his hips began to falter in pace, going from smooth thrusts to sporadic jerks. His hand, the one still covered in some of your slick, came down to your head and gripped your hair, anchoring himself and pushing your face deeper into the mattress. You could only whimper, in a daze of overwhelming post-orgasm pleasure.
Finally, with a rough grunt and a final deep jerk against your cervix, he came inside of you. Your walls felt the warmth, but they were so overstuffed that it began to trickle from your entrance immediately, regardless of his cock still deep inside of you. Too soon, he pulled out and you felt more cum fall from your entrance to your thighs, before eventually leaving another stain to the already disgusting mattress.
With a slight smack to your ass, still heaved up in the air, he stood up from the bed and tugged his belt up, tucking away his soaked half-hard cock. He gazed at your broken form appreciatively, though his eyes still held a glimmer of evil and condescension.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He shook his head laughing. “I’ll go get you a towel, or whatever the fuck they have in this dump.” Without waiting for a response, he opened the door to your room, unbothered by your nakedness, and left. Now alone, you tipped over to your side and melted into your bed, your legs beginning to cramp and your stomach beginning to settle. You felt his cum and your slick rub between your thighs, and the puddle of its mix already cooling on the bed. You waited, not sure if you really believed he would come back. But that was okay, he had already given you exactly what you needed.
'i try to hide it but i know you know me (you tried your best with me, i know)'
Tabito hears his name in the hushed whispers that ripple out across the room, jumping from person to person and group to group. Heart clenching tightly in his chest, he turns his head towards the commotion.
It seemed he wasn't the only Blue Lock star attending the ten-year reunion for Bambi Osaka's 2016 youth team. But where Tabito had stayed to represent Japan and play for the newly assembled U-20 team after the Neo-Egoist League, Hiori Yo had unceremoniously dropped out of the Blue Lock program, there one day and gone the next.
Tabito had gone back to review the end of that Ubers match more times than he cared to admit, sharp eyes tracking that head of cotton candy blue across the screen and field.
↳ Written for @tabioriweek 2026 (Day 2: Reunions + Not-Actually-Unrequited Love)
❤️ tags: aroace barou; queerplatonic relationships; childhood friends; established relationship; slice of life; late night conversations
They never discuss it.
They never discuss it so Barou forgets. He forgets that for many people, certain intimacies are limited to romantic partners.
Still, Barou's not sure when the lines blurred so much that his father's comment — an innocuous off-hand comment about how he'd have to have a plan for when Kunigami and Chigiri inevitably started looking for a place of their own — caught him off-guard.
A snippet from my day 2 fic (Reunions) for @tabioriweek 🐦⬛🐑
In the yawning darkness of a lion's maw, Sendou pivots towards the goal, ignoring Barou's calls for the ball. But as Kaiser and Isagi move to steal, a third figure darts into the goal box, metavision eyes seizing an opening for a future yet untold.
Raichi crashes into Sendou as the ball goes flying towards the net.
Off-kilter, it hits Gagamaru's glove, the tips of his fingers pushing it back out onto the field.
In that moment, luck falls on Niko Ikki.
A wave of emotion crashes into Hiori as the buzzer marks the winning goal of the match, the waters too murky with things yet unprocessed — guilt, grief, a lifetime of resentment. But there's relief welling up through the tears that spill from his eyes, joy in the laughter that spills from his mouth. His shoulders feel lighter somehow as he slumps to the floor, running his hands over the turf grass that had dominated so much of his life since birth.
"I quit," he whispers to it, speaking words that he'd only ever dared utter in his own daydreams. He closes his eyes to savor the moment.
It's with a lightness in his step that Hiori Yo walks out of Blue Lock later that week, future unclear yet finally something worth looking forward to.
This year was really busy for me with my class load so I didn't get to write as much as I wanted but I did get to write some fics I've been thinking about for a while which was cool!
2025 Fics Updated/Published:
The Sweetest Flower (Blue Lock) (WIP) - EXCLUSIVE: After a shocking departure last season by football player Itoshi Sae, the named Bachelor for Season 10 of the popular reality tv franchise, a new Bachelor has finally been revealed. Isagi Yoichi, star striker for Berserk Dortmund, has been chosen to replace the Royale Youth midfielder. With a stunning new cast of men, Isagi’s journey to find love is about to begin.
hey baby, I think I wanna marry you (Blue Lock) (complete) - "We should get married." Or the one where Isagi and Bachira fail to elope.
on scripted wings (Blue Lock) (complete) - In a forest in need of thaw, Hiori rescues a crow.
broken pieces lined with gold (Blue Lock) (complete) - Fighting for a chance to finally represent Japan in the 2022 World Cup, an ascendant Nagi runs into a despondent Barou.
dance with me (i'll be your lightning in a bottle) (Blue Lock) (complete) - “Breaking and entering before your first official day?” A new student at Tokyo University of the Arts, Kiyora Jin is not off to a great start. He meets Kurona Ranze while serving out his detention.
Lusty Initialization (Honkai Star Rail) (complete) - Ratio wakes up in full heat while Screwllum is still running diagnostics.
these petals surface and scathe (Blue Lock) (complete) - Kaiser’s been coughing up flowers all his life. Somehow, Ness holds the garden in his lungs at bay.
If any of these pique your interest, I hope you enjoy!
Shout out to @/kattyelfans on twt who created this template! They also did an artist and a reader version, if anyone is interested!
