⇢ fandom: blue lock
⇢ pairing: nagi seishiro x f!reader
⇢ warning/tags: mdni 18+, public sex, fingering, public indecency, tbh this might get a part 2 bc i kinda cut it off before the good shit could happen.
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You often thought that Nagi had the attention span of a goldfish.
He wasn’t one to hold long conversations, often seeming like his mind was somewhere else, and honestly the only things that seemed to hold his attention for long periods of time were video games and football (of course.)
So you were surprised when He suggested that the two of you go to the movie theatre together.
Well, you were surprised until you saw the movie he selected.
It was a video game film, a shotty remake to add to the franchise, a movie you knew would be boring to watch. Yet, you didn’t even attempt to dissuade him. You knew once Nagi made up his mind, that was it.
So, here you were, pressed against the side of your boyfriend fighting the drowsiness trying to overtake you.
Glancing up slightly, your eyes gazed over the soft features of your boyfriend. He looked so focused, eyes locked so intently with the large screen in front of the two of you.
A deep sigh left your lips as your eyes shifted back towards the movie. With the way Nagi was staring at the screen, there was no way you could even attempt to coax him into a quick make-out session to subdue your boredom.
Resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, you attempted to refocus back on the terrible movie, paying no mind to the soft caresses that Nagi’s fingers made into the bare skin of your abdomen, under your loose cotton shirt.
He was just touching you absentmindedly, right?
Minutes pass and Nagi’s touches become more….persistent.
Those light passing fingers, ghosting over the bare fat of your thighs, the gentle rubbing of sides, the feeling of his fingers brushing your inner thigh was causing butterflies to erupt in the pits of your stomach.
Suddenly the rather cool theater was hot to you. You felt….you felt needy, and you weren’t even sure if your boyfriend was aware of his actions.
He couldn’t be. He was too focused on the movie...right?
“Sei?” You whispered to him, closing your thighs in an attempt to stop his fingers that had nearly went up your mini skirt.
“Hm,” He responds, eyes never leaving the screen, yet his hand did not stop, successfully pushing your plush thighs back apart.
“What,” Your breath stutters as you feel his lean fingers ghost over your panties, hand gripping his wrist as those damned fingers pressed into the slowly growing wet spot, “You’re supposed to be watching the movie.”
Finally, he turns to face you, a blonde brow arched as his deep topaz eyes bore into yours.
“But you’re bored,” He stated, expression not changing as he pushed your damp panties to the side, warm fingers grazing of your clit, eliciting a soft whimper that left your glossed lips, “I’m entertain’ you”
⇢ fandom: blue lock
⇢ pairing: oliver aiku x f!reader
⇢ warning/tags: mdni 18+, established relationship, soft dom!oliver, dacryphilia, size kink, some praise, mentions of recording
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You looked so pliant underneath him.
Your pretty eyes shined with tears as you gazed at him as if he had created the stars themselves. Your mouth was slackened, heavy pants escaping you in every passing moment. Your hands were balled up into tiny fists, trembling against the hard planes of his chest as a breathy whine escaped you once you felt him push even deeper inside of you.
No sight could compare to the picture you painted.
Briefly, Oliver wondered if you would allow him to capture this moment the next time he was buried deep inside of your cunt. Yet, he couldn’t linger on the thought long. Not when you were making such pretty noises, looking at him with those damn watery eyes.
“Fuck,” He breathed out, “That’s so fucking hot.”
The deep timbre of his voice caused a shudder to rake through your form, making him moan at the feeling of you clenching around him.
“Aiku, please,” You sobbed out, a fresh wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks as you felt him finally bottom out, “ ‘s too much, I, oh, fuck,”
Your soft airy moans sounded like the musical notes of Oliver’s favorite song. Fuck, he was sure that this was his favorite song. He really needed to convince you to let him record next time.
“You’re doing so good for me, love” He breathed out, placing a soft kiss on your parted lips, “Takin’ all of me like you were made for it, isn’t that right.”
He knew you couldn't answer. Hell, you could barely hold his dual toned gaze.
Oliver’s lips spread into a slow smirk, fingers brushing away your stray tears before he began to snap his hips at a steady pace. His head tilted back at the sound of your moans steadily becoming louder and your tiny fist beating at his chest when he stroked you a little too deep.
Peering down, he gazed at the place where your bodies met, and nearly came at the sight of your tiny cunt stretched to its limits to accommodate his girth.
⇢ fandom: blue lock
⇢ pairing: itoshi sae x f!reader
⇢ warning/tags: fluff, established relationships (long-distance), domesticity, just about as fluffy as someone who as rude as Sae is can be.
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Sae was many things, but an outward lover he was not.
He wasn’t one to lavish you with praises in public, he wasn’t big on physical affection, and he often had to be prompted to whisper his love for you towards the beginning of your relationship.
This was a direct contrast to you. You were open, always reminding the man that he was the sole holder of your heart, pressing soft kisses against his cheeks and temples at any given moment, even insisting on gripping his arm when the two of you were in public.
Sae didn’t understand it.
He didn’t get your need to touch him, to always tell him your emotions and this often caused friction in the early stages of your relationship. Yet, with years together under your belt, he was used to your display of affection.
So, he wasn’t surprised to see you nearly bouncing on your heels as he entered your shared apartment after his usual abroad season. He began to discard his light jacket, slipping out of his shoes and into his home slippers as he tried to ignore your nearly vibrating body just a mere foot away from him.
Frankly, he was just grateful that you at least allowed him to get just a little settled.
Once his foot slipped into the slipper, he turned to you, delicate features in their normal blank state yet his arms were spread and it only took a millisecond before you were in them, lips pressing multiple kisses across the face that you’d told him you missed so much.
“Love you, Sae.” You whispered in what he would describe as something akin to a chant between the array of kisses you pressed into the curves of his cheek, and a small smirk twitched onto his impassive face.
⇢ fandom: blue lock
⇢ pairing: niko ikki x f!reader
⇢ warning/tags: just….pure fluff okay, established relationship, a couple in love basically
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You were pouting at him.
Niko didn’t know why, yet there you were staring at him with sparkling eyes and downturned lips.
“What?” He questioned you, brows raising though he was sure you couldn’t tell.
“Why do you still wear your hair like that?”
He watches as you tilt your head, your hands, warm to the touch, smoothing over his cheeks. For a brief moment he forgot that you were speaking to him. Your presence soothed him in ways he couldn’t describe, and he often found it hard to truly register the words that were falling from your pouty lips.
“Hm?” He responded, leaning into your touch as your fingers smoothed on the dark inky strands of his hair, moving them away from his eyesight.
“Your hair, Ikki.” You whispered, stepping even more into his space, “Wanna kiss you but I can’t! Your hair is in the way.”
Niko chuckled, hand rubbing the fat of your cheek.
“My hair doesn’t cover my lips, love.”
Your head tilted back, an exasperated sigh leaving you and Niko’s smile widened at your dramatics. His dramatic Princess.
“I wanna kiss your forehead, Silly,” You looked back at him, hands dropping from his hair to hit at his chest lightly.
Niko can’t help the spill of laughter that left his lips. It was rare for him to let his emotions flow so….freely, for him to be so candid. Yet, you brought this out of him. You made him feel safe enough to laugh, to smile, safe enough to well, love you.
So he had no problem pushing his inky bangs from his forehead, holding the strands back as he watched your jewel toned eyes light up, and an eager giggle leave your smiling lips. You leaned forward, brushing your lips across his smooth forehead.
Man, he was probably the luckiest guy in the universe.
⇢ fandom: blue lock
⇢ pairing: reo mikage x f!reader
⇢ warning/tags: rich boy!reo (this is literally canon but still), ceo heir!reo, waitress!reader, sorta awkward flirting
⇢ a/n: the way i really didn't expect to love writing reo but oops! I do! hope you guys enjoy this <3
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Reo truly did not know why he attended these events.
Well, he did know. It was for the benefit of his father’s company, and as the heir to a multi-million yen business, he had to stick out these stuffy galas, parties, and events.
It was annoying.
The fake smiling, pretending to listen to old men who had no clue how to speak to someone of his age, the overall stuffiness of the air. It was sickening and frankly, Reo was over it before he’d even walked into the venue.
Well, he was over it until he saw you.
You were standing near the entrance, hair done up in a way that exposed the smooth expansion of your neck, a pretty, simple diamond pendant glittering in the lowlights of the grand open ballroom. You had the prettiest lips he’d ever seen, glossed and smiling at the passing guests.
He knew he had to speak to you.
It didn’t take long for him to excuse himself from some business partner he was speaking to, and within moments he was standing near you, noting the height difference between the two of you by the way you had to tilt your head up to meet his dark gaze.
“Do you come to these things often?” He questioned, a perfectly arched brow raising as his eyes glazed over your simple yet pretty features.
You truly were something that made a man stop in his tracks.
“Hm?” You tilted your head, full lashes blinking up at him as confusion filtered across your features, “Uh, I work here?”
Reo blinks, eyes finally darting down to the uniform you were wearing. Never in all of his life had he felt so damn idiotic. This was something Nagi pulled, not him. Yet, you were such a doll that he hadn’t even looked twice at your clothes. No, he was too entranced by those soft eyes, glossed lips, and shy smile.
A deep chuckle leaves his upturned lips, “Forgive me,” He apologizes, “It just never occurred to me that someone as pretty as you wouldn’t be someone’s date.”
You smile at him, and he swears the dim lights of the ballroom get brighter.
“Did ya practice that in the mirror?” You questioned, the smile on your face holding a clear teasing edge, and he can’t help the laughter that left his lips.
He shook his head in denial before holding his hand out to you, letting his name fall off his lips. He expected you to have a slight spark of surprise or even recognition in your eyes, but you didn’t. You just gave him your name in response as you placed your small manicured hand into his, glancing away bashfully as he pressed his lips against your soft knuckles.
Reo hated events, but this event? Yeah he could tolerate it.
prompt #19: “It’s not working out. We’re not working out.”
⇢ fandom: blue lock
⇢ pairing: itoshi rin x f!reader
⇢ warning/tags: angst so much angst, established relationships, rin is terrible with feelings
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When he was younger, Rin never imagined himself in a relationship.
Instead of a quest for human companionship, his head was filled with an admiration of a sport that had inadvertently stolen his brother from him.
This wasn’t to say that Rin didn’t go on dates, or surrender himself to his more carnal desires. No, he did. They just never seemed to last.
Yet, you?
You were different.
You came into his life in moments he least expected, making his heart stutter with one mere glance, and his brain suddenly thought about something other than football. He hated it at first, the feelings you elicited out of him. It wasn’t the familiar attraction he was used to feeling.
It was something different; something more.
It confused him, and Rin hated being confused.
So he pursued you, sure that these feelings would wane after the first date.
They didn’t. No, they only grew stronger, and soon he found himself in a relationship that he wasn’t sure he even wanted.
He had goals, desires, needs, that didn’t align with yours. How was he supposed to be the greatest striker the world has ever seen if he was too busy chasing the skirts of a girl who was supposed to mean nothing to him.
He had to break it off.
So he did.
“It’s not working out” He muttered to you, eyes roaming across your expression as he let the finality of his words linger in the cold air of the cafe the two of you often frequented together, “ We’re not working out.”
He doesn’t know what he expected you to do. Maybe he expected you to cry, to yell, to scream at him for leading you on for months. Maybe he expected to feel the cold sting of a slap or the burning liquid of coffee across his face. Yet, none of this comes.
Your expression barely changes and if he hadn’t been looking so deeply into your gaze, he’d miss the flicker of pain that shone in your eyes. You nodded, finishing off the remains of your coffee before you fixed him with a smile.
You were as proud as he was, and it’s silly that he believed he’d ever see the hurt he’d caused you so blatantly.
“It was fun while it lasted, yeah?” You said softly, smile never faded even when he offered no response, barely acknowledging your mutters of good-bye.
As he watches you walk off, he sees the slight tremble in your hands, and for the first time since his brother had come home from across the seas, he felt like the scum of the earth.
⇢ fandom: blue lock
⇢ pairing: itoshi rin x f!reader
⇢ warning/tags: mdni 18+, established relationship, slight dom/sub relationship tones, orgasm denial/edging, rich boy!rin, toxic relationships, mentions of infidelity, possessive behavior, party girl!reader
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Your love for him wasn’t beautiful.
It wasn't a love that made you feel warm and fuzzy. It didn’t make your heart speed up, your cheeks flush, and butterflies beat in your stomach. It wasn’t a gradual growth of infatuation.
It was all consuming.
From the moment your gaze locked eyes with him at some stuffy event, you were swallowed whole.
He occupied your every thought. His touch was the only thing you craved, and every night you weren’t under him, you felt as if your world would collapse.
No, it wasn’t a beautiful love. It was an obsession.
An obsession would explain the reason why you partied every night, tongue shoved down some random male’s throat allowing pictures of yourself interlocked with another to appear simply because you wanted to see that enraged glare in Rin’s gaze as he reminded you who exactly you belonged to.
An obsession would also explain why you let him do anything he desired to you. Which was why you had the prettiest little vibrator shoved deep inside of you at the most important dinner of both of your families.
You were supposed to be the picture of perfection, interacting with the other members of the elite. Yet, here you were, biting into your finger as you tried to muffle the desperate whines that threatened to erupt from your throat. You wondered if anyone noticed the way your legs twitched, the soft muffled noise of the vibration that was spreading in your abdomen, the low squelching of your cunt.
Did they notice the hard gleam in Rin’s gaze? Did they notice the way your hand clung to his bicep as he denied you the very thing you wanted? Were they aware of the tears that threatened to spill from your gaze?
What did they think of the way Rin leaned into your space, whispering in your ear scathing remarks about how much of a slut you were?
You didn’t know what the others thought, no, your mind was too consumed with the constant denial of getting what you wanted the most.
“Rin,” you whimpered, voice still low as to not call attention to the two of you, yet the dark haired boy doesn’t answer you.
He just turns up the vibration, relishing in the way your body twitches and your mouth drops. Your lashes flutter, and you’re about to bury your made up face into the side of his neck, yet he’s quickly moving away from you.
You open your mouth to whine, to question your boyfriend but at the sight of his cold grin and mischievous glint in his eyes, your mouth shuts.
Following his gaze, you can feel the horror crawl up your spine, and if it wasn’t for the firm grip that Rin had on your thigh, you would’ve attempted to scramble out of your seat and into a nearby restroom for the man that was currently approaching the two of you was your father.
“Well if it isn’t the youngest Itoshi!” Your father greeted, and suddenly the vibrations that had been denying you your release all night reached its crescendo.
You couldn’t stop the crashing, twisting waves of your orgasm if you tried.
⇢ fandom: daiya no ace
⇢ pairing: miyuki kazuya x f!reader
⇢ warning/tags: fluff, oblivious pining, reader is in denial about their feelings basically
⇢ a/n: this is so shitty don’t @ me, but I hope you guys enjoy it <3
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If there was one thing you knew about yourself, you knew that you despised change.
It was a stupid thing really. Life changed, people changed, everything changed. Yet, you hated this. Maybe it was the uncertainty that came with change, maybe the threat of unfamiliarity was what tasted bitter on your tongue.
You didn't know, but what you did know was that you hated the introduction of Mochi’s girlfriend in your trio of friends.
It wasn’t like you hated the girl. No, actually she was pretty easy to get along with. Yet, since the beginning of High School, it’d just been you, Miyuki, and Mochi. Just the three of you, and honestly you didn’t think your trio was best suited for four people.
With four people, your outings to the movies and different restaurants turned from just hanging out with your best friends to seemingly a double date. And God was it awkward hearing the different waiters refer to your group as two sets of love birds. It was even more awkward correcting them because you were not Miyuki’s girlfriend.
Nor did you want to be.
Yet, these outings messed with your brain. It was making you think about if you were Miyuki’s girlfriend.
Which was ridiculous….right?
Miyuki was your best friend, had been since you practically harassed him on the first day of school simply because he sat next to you. Sure, you always found him attractive, you’d be blind not to. But again, he was your best friend. Nothing more, Nothing less. Being around a couple twenty four-seven really was screwing with your brain, and it wouldn’t stop any time soon because you were heading to a study session in Miyuki’s dorm and Mochi and his girl said that they were going to be in attendance.
You just hoped those damned thoughts didn't appear when you were in the presence of your best friend.
Knocking on the door to Miyuki’s dorms, you couldn’t help the bright smile that appeared on your glossed lips at the sight of your relaxed best friend. You tried to ignore the way his loose white t-shirt looked so damn good on him, and tried even harder to ignore the flutters his sardonic smirk erupted in the pits of your abdomen.
Entering the dorm room, you tsked as you took in the empty surroundings noting the absence of your other best friend and his girlfriend.
“No, Mochi and co?” You questioned, dropping your backpack to the ground before you sprawled across Miyuki’s made up bed. You watched as Miyuki’s eyes rolled as he plopped down beside you.
“Nope,” Miyuki responded, putting extra emphasis on the ‘p’ as he rested back on his elbows, “Said they had quality time to spend together.”
A snort escaped you as your brows lifted, “Quality time?” You questioned, voice laced with soft laughter, “What are they gonna do alone that they don’t already do in front of us?”
Miyuki shrugs, that damned smirk still on his face as his gaze roamed your body, “I can think of a couple of things.”
A scandalized gasp left your lips as those butterflies in your stomach fluttered with a vengeance. Reaching over, you squished his cheeks together, beaming at the way the cheeks heated under your touch.
“Shuddup,” You told him, faux anger in your tone, but your light giggles gave you away that you truly didn’t mind his statement nor did you mind his roaming gaze.
