a/n: i was like, “i would give this man the craziest head" and remembered that i am a writer
cw: sub! reo, reo receiving oral, nagi basically hears him, handjobs, throat fucking, reader swallows his cum, just smut, unedited.
sitting behind reo and jerking him off in the locker room, a hand covering his mouth to keep his noises at bay. it’s just you and him in the room, and he is still fully clothed in his soccer uniform.
he’s moaning into your palm, head slightly tilted upward and eyes rolling back. your hand focuses on the tip, drawing circles around the small hole, and he keen, shivering from the strange feeling.
and then the two of you hear a voice. “reo? are you in there?” nagi's voice
immediately reo's eyes widen, and he tries to slip from your hold. you don’t let him, tightening your grip on his mouth, and pinning him to you. he’s eyes flash to you and he tries to talk, a plea, but it comes out muffled.
your movements stop for a moment, and he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out deep breathes from nose. “reo?”
“respond to him,” you say, finally pulling your hand from his mouth and he blinks at you, a small moan slipping past his lips.
it takes him a second to process your words, but when he does, he looks panicked, shaking his head from side to side and trying to catch his breathe. you put a little extra pressure on the base in warning. “go on reo.”
“i-i’m in here!” he finally responds, voice slightly cracking. he hears you giggle into his neck and he whines, low enough for only you to here.
finally you pull your hand away, and his cock slaps back to his stomach. he heaves a sigh in relief when you move yourself away from his body. “why? games been over for thirty minutes now. everyone is looking for you.”
he catches your eye when you walk around to stand in front of him. you grin at him, nodding in encouragement to respond. “I—uh had a stomach ache i’ll be out in a min—agh!”
within the couple seconds of him looking away, you managed to kneel down in front of the bench and slip his cock into your mouth. he shakes his head at you, whispering to you, “s-stop it! he’s right here!”
“are you alright?”
“mhm—fine!” he half yelps, covering his own mouth now when he you swirl your tongue around the head. you open your mouth and hollow your cheeks, trying to take as much in as possible.
he grips onto your hair and throws his head back, biting his fist. you use your other hand to begin pumping the rest of him, blinking up at him.
he moans into his hand, unconsciously grabbing your head to pull you closer. “reo…what’s going on in there? you sound strange.”
reo glances at you, his eyes glassy and half lidded. another high pitched pleaded whine is let out, but you ignore him, focusing at the task at hand.
“nothing. i’m okay—just feeling sick. i’ll be out—fuck!” he curses, hands both burying into your hair when he feels you go deeper then before. you gag at the intrusion, but continue going, wanting nothing more but to tease him.
his legs begin to tremble and his humping into your mouth, eyes screwed shut. “reo what—“
“j-just go! fuck! please leave, nagi!” he begs, his voice shaky, but urgent.
“alright, fuck man. just hurry up,” nagi mumbles, before silence, excluding the sound of his footsteps walking away.
you laugh around him and he moans, shaking his head. “you—why did you—fuck! i’m going to cum!”
tears prick at his eyes in humiliation, but he wipes them away before they could fall. your head keeps bobbing, saliva now coating his entire shaft, but you hum in approval.
“i’m cuming. oh fuck. i’m cuming!” he whimpers, curling up on himself around on top of you, as he grips your hair and pulls you further onto him. you gag around it, but don’t pull away, letting him shoot his load down your throat. his whole body trembles and he lets out an echoing moan, followed by more curses.
you pull away when he finally releases your hair, coughing slightly and wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. he pants down at you, and you grin, finally standing up.
“i can’t believe you did that,” he groans, face flushed in embarrassment.
“i can’t believe you almost came in front of your best friend,” you tease in response and he pinches his brow.
you watch as he finally zips up his pants. “how the fuck am i going to explain myself?”
you laugh, pressing his a kiss to his cheek. “youll figure it out.”
he lets out a loud, dramatic groan, and slumps against the bench.