Kaiser wasn't necessarily hiding you away, he just wasn't advertising the fact that the two of you were dating.
As egosistic as he was, there was a small part of him that felt like if his teammates knew about you, you'd leave him for one of them and that was a reality he refused to live in.
You guys had been dating for around two years now and aside from the one off media sightings he had successfully hidden you from everyone... except Alexis who was the one that set the two of you up.
After a practice, Kaiser had just gotten out of the shower, his towel wrapped loosely around his waist revealing a blue ink tattoo of your initials inside of a rose near his groin.
"New ink?" Alexis asked, slapping Kaiser on the shoulder.
Of course he was the one to expose your relationship to the team, he was also the only person besides the two of you who knew why he wanted to keep it a secret.
That's when Isagi turned around to look, "What do those letters stand for?"
"They're Y/N's right? That's so cool man." Alexis asked, was he being dense on purpose or was he just trying to rile him up.
"Who's Y/N?" Another player asked.
And while part of him wanted to slam the door to his locker and walk away he sighed, you'd been with him for two years. If you were going to leave him it wouldn't be over this.
"Mein Liebling..."
"Seriously? Someone actually likes you?" Isagi laughed, but stopped when he saw Kaiser running after him with a metal water bottle in hand.
✩ Gym Bag H. Chigiri
The boys were bored waiting for Ego to have the team meeting with them so they decided to play a game where they went around and said what was in their bags.
For the most part, it was normal things like hair ties, extra socks and shoes or the occasional good luck charm given to them by someone special.
And Chigiri's was the same, except for the frilly pink makeup bag with your initials that he pulled out.
"Yo?" Eita raised an eyebrow, "and you say you aren't feminine."
Chigiri rolled his eyes and threw a towel at him, "It's not mine, It's my girlfriend's."
"Girlfriend you say?" Karasu walked over and threw an arm over his shoulder, "pics or it didn't happen." The rest of the people in the gym nodded in agreement.
Reluctantly he opened his camera roll and showed them all pictures of you, to flex and to prove that you were real. And as annoyed as he pretended to be, he loved seeing them drool over the girl none of them could have but him.
✩ House S. Barou
Barou didn't really like having people over at his apartment. While he was friends and rivals with some of his teammates he also knew their cleanliness patterns and his place was immaculate. He didn't want those goons in his sanctuary of cleanliness.
They were on the way to a restaurant when a bird pooped on Isagi's shoulder, "what the hell? Sorry guys, I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out." He groaned trying not to gag.
Though he didn't want to, he also didn't want to miss out on updates from his biggest rival.
"My complex is up the street, you can borrow one of my shirts."'
"Are you gonna show us where you keep your maid outfits?" Nagi asked in his monotoned voice as he followed the group, eyes glued to his phone.
"I'm gonna push your donkey ass into some train tracks."
✩
Once they made it inside Barou glared at the group, "Shoes off and don't mess up anything... I'll be right back."
The apartment was decorated pleasantly nice. They expected it to be white walls and furniture with a hospital vibe, but instead it was very warm.
"Hey Isagi, take a look at this," Nagi said, picking your pink mug with bunny ears, "I think we were right about Barou secretly working at a maid cafe."
Isagi laughed and looked at the shoe rack near the door, "sure, but how can we explain these shoes?" He asked, picking up a pair of sandals.
"These are way too small for Barou ."
"Probably because they're not mine." Barou groaned, "They're my wife's."
"Wife?!"
"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Isagi asked, looking all over the living room for more traces of you.
Barou handed him the shirt and sighed, "I have, the two of you are just so self absorbed you never noticed?"
"Really?" Nagi asked.
✩ Reposts R. Shidou
"Soooo Shidou, are you in fantasy land again? Why are all your reposts about a relationship?" Sendou asked, showing his phone screen which was on Shidou'sTikTok page.
"The only thing I'm dreaming about is being in her pussy," Shidou laughed, dreaming about the last time the two of you were together.
"So you actually have a girlfriend?" Aiku raised a brow, "like she's not just a hookup?"
The thought of you being reduced to something as small and irrelevant as a hookup sent a feeling of rage through the striker's body.
It didn't bother him at all what they said or thought about him, but he didn't play when it came to you. So he grabbed a stray ball and chucked it at Aiku who caught it with an amused expression.
"I see it's someone serious then?" He tossed the ball to the floor then opened the app to see the reposts himself.
Sae, who'd be silently watching the whole thing sighed, "she's definitely real, this demon texts me about her constantly."
Shidou showed one of his creepy smiles, "And yet you don't respond to any of them..."
Sendou scrolled more and then he came across one that was about a one year anniversary and his face dropped into an unreadable expression.
"You mean this dunce has held down a relationship for a year and I can't even get a girlfriend? What's the catch? She's like ugly or something right?"
Shidou laughed and showed him a picture of you that he found to be the most beautiful.
"Aw hell."
I'm feeling so inspired... I've been writing so much recently I hope y'all enjoy
he saw it and he hated it. not just the guy, but the thought of losing you. now he’s fucking you like his life depends on it. “i’ll kill him. you’re mine. say it. fucking say it.” he’s feral and rough and breathing heavy. he’s slamming into you with bruising force. but the desperation is real. “don’t ever smile at someone else again. please. i can’t take it.” and when you whisper, “only you,” he kisses you like he’s breaking.
꒰ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 ꒱
he saw it and didn’t say a word. just came up behind you, kissed your cheek, stared down the other man until he vanished. but now that you’re alone? he’s got you tied to the bed. “you need to remember something, beautiful.” he fucks you until you beg. keeps your legs open and makes you feel everything. “don’t make me remind you like this again. but i will. every time.”
꒰ 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 ꒱
“oh, so you think you’re cute, huh?” he saw you giggling and saw the guy touch your waist. now he’s fucking you with your legs on his shoulders, smirking down at you. “you like attention that bad? fine. i’ll give you attention.” he fucks you until you’re crying, moaning his name, totally wrecked. “bet you’re not laughing now, princess.” then he kisses your forehead sweetly like nothing happened.
꒰ 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 ꒱
he tries to laugh it off. “oh wow, guess i’m not the only one who thinks you’re hot, huh?” but when he’s inside you, soft and slow, he whispers, “would you still pick me?” he hides his face in your neck. you feel tears and it breaks you.“promise you’ll stay. even when i’m not the coolest. even if someone better comes.” you hold him tighter. he cums with a soft sob, repeating, “you’re mine, you’re mine, please don’t go.” you’d never go. you’d never pick someone else.
While trying to impress you, they hit your face with the ball.
Rin Itoshi
"You sure you want to play goalkeeper?"
Rin doesn't even bother hiding the doubt in his voice as he places the ball down. You simply grin, stretching your arms before standing in front of the goal.
"Come on. Score if you can."
He just exhales through his nose. There is no way he is going to use his full power. He only wanted to show you how precise his shots are, not send you to the hospital.
So he carefully aims for the upper left corner and swings his leg.
The ball slices through the air exactly where he intended.
But then, you suddenly jump and his eyes widen.
"...Move!"
Too late.
THUD!
The ball crashes directly into your face with enough force to send you stumbling backward onto the grass.
Rin's entire body goes cold.
For a split second he simply stares, then he's running.
"Hey!"
He's kneeling beside you before anyone else can even react, his hands hovering over your face without actually touching you.
"...Look at me."
Blood slowly trickles between your fingers and his stomach drops.
"...Shit."
His breathing becomes uneven as he carefully moves your hands away just enough to inspect the injury.
Your nose is already swelling.
So without waiting for permission, he gently helps you up and practically escorts you all the way to the hospital himself.
The doctor later confirms the nose isn't broken but it'll leave a bruise for few days. Luckily nothing more serious.
But the relief barely lasts, because the embarrassment comes crashing down all at once.
"I wanted to impress them but instead I hit them and almost I broke their nose..."
He sits outside the examination room with both elbows on his knees, hiding his face behind his hands.
"...Idiot." He mutters it to himself.
By the time you're discharged, he's already made his decision.
He quietly walks beside you until you reach the hospital entrance before finally speaking.
"...I'm sorry." His gaze stays fixed on the pavement. "I'll stop bothering you."
You blink. "What?"
"I embarrassed myself enough while trying to show off." His ears are already turning pink. "But I ended up breaking your nose. There's no coming back from that."
He lets out a small, defeated sigh. "So...I'll stay away."
For a few seconds, you simply stare at him. Then...
"You know Rin, even though the ball hit my face..."
He squeezes his eyes shut.
"...You still scored."
His shoulders freeze.
"You were aiming for the top corner while holding back." You smile despite the bandage across your nose. "That's honestly amazing."
His face slowly turns bright red.
"...Don't compliment me right now.
"But I meant it."
His ears somehow become even redder. "...You're impossible."
He turns away completely, covering the lower half of his face with one hand so you can't see the shy smile threatening to appear.
He had spent the entire afternoon convinced he'd lost every chance he ever had with you.
Instead, you are now praising his goal.
Yoichi Isagi
"Watch this."
Isagi places the ball a few meters away from the brick wall of the training grounds before glancing over at you. There is an unmistakable sparkle of confidence in his eyes today. After improving so much lately, he couldn't help wanting to show off just a little.
"What?" you laugh. "Trying to impress me?"
His face immediately grows warm.
"I-I just wanted to show you something."
You point toward a tiny, almost invisible crack high up on the wall.
"If you're so confident... hit that."
He looks where you're pointing before grinning.
"...Easy."
He takes a few steps back and then his body moves exactly as he's practiced thousands of times.
BOOM!
The ball strikes the exact spot you'd pointed at.
"...See?" he says proudly.
Then his smile disappears.
Because the ball rebounds much harder than either of you expected... Straight toward you.
"Look out!"
You barely have time to turn your head.
THWACK!
Pain explodes across your face as the ball slams into your nose.
You stumble backward, one hand flying to your face.
"...Ow..."
The moment Isagi sees blood seeping between your fingers, every ounce of color drains from his face.
"...No."
He runs to you so quickly he nearly trips over himself. "I'm so sorry!"
He carefully holds your shoulders, terrified of making things worse.
"Can you look at me? Does anything else hurt? Are you dizzy? I'm sorry."
The apologies don't stop.
Even while helping you sit down... "I'm sorry." While grabbing an ice pack... "I'm sorry." While the school nurse checks your nose... "I'm really, really sorry."
The nurse eventually sighs.
"You've apologized enough."
"I haven't." He looks absolutely miserable.."If I hadn't tried to show off..." He lowers his head. "...this wouldn't have happened."
Later the doctor confirms your nose isn't broken, but it's badly bruised and swollen.
Isagi walks you home in complete silence.
Every few steps he'd glance toward your face before looking away again.
By the time you reach your door, he finally speaks.
"...I think I ruined everything."
"What?"
"I wanted you to think I was cool." He laughs weakly. "Instead I kicked a football into your face. So..."
He forces a smile. "I guess this is where I give up."
You stare at him.
"Give up?"
"I don't think there's any coming back from that."
You can't help smiling.
"You know, you actually hit exactly where I told you to. That rebound wasn't exactly your fault. And honestly..."
You chuckle.
"That shot was really cool."
His brain completely short-circuits.
"...Huh?"
"You've gotten really good."
His entire face turns bright red.
"...P-Please don't say that..."
"But it's true."
He quickly covers his face with both hands.
"I don't think my heart can take compliments right now..."
Meguru Bachira
"Watch carefully!"
Bachira practically bounces around the field before the demonstration even starts. "My monster's in a really good mood today!"
"So are you."
"Exactly!"
He laughs brightly before beginning to dribble. The ball dances around him as if it were attached to his feet by invisible strings. Left. Right. Spin. Heel flick. Rainbow flick.
You clap, genuinely impressed.
"You're showing off."
"I know!" He flashes you a grin so wide it almost hurts to look at. "I want you to think I'm cool!"
His honesty makes you laugh.
He spins one more time before trying an especially flashy touch.
"...Oops."
His foot presses on the ball harder than he intended. And it rockets right towards you.
"...Eh?"
Neither of you reacts fast enough.
THUD!
It smacks directly into your face.
You yelp, clutching your nose.
"...NO!"
He immediately tries to run toward you. Except...
He steps directly onto the football.
"...Whoa—" His feet shoot out from underneath him.
BAM!
He lands face-first on the grass.
You both remain motionless for several seconds.
"My face..." You groan.
"My nose..." Bachira mumbles into the grass.
The silence lasts only a moment before you accidentally glance at each other. And suddenly you both burst into laughter..
His nose is red so is yours. It hurts too a lot. Which somehow makes you laugh even harder.
Bachira eventually crawls over to you on his knees.
"I'm sorry..." He gently hands you a towel. "I really wanted to impress you. Instead I knocked you over... and then knocked myself over."
"You definitely did."
He pouts.
"My monster betrayed me." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "...Do you still think I'm cool?"
You smile.
"I think you're adorable."
He freezes, rhen slowly hides his burning face behind both hands.
"...Monster... I think I'm in trouble."
Seishiro Nagi
"This is pointless." Nagi lazily spins the football beneath his foot while looking at the goal. "You'll never block it."
You fold your arms.
"You haven't even tried."
"...Sounds like a hassle."
"Scared?"
He sighs. "...Fine."
He walks several steps back before glancing toward you standing proudly in front of the goal.
"Ready?"
"Always."
He barely puts any effort into the shot. At least, that's what it looks like...
But the ball flies toward the corner with terrifying speed.
Your instincts kick in and you dive.
Unfortunately, you dive directly into the path of the ball.
THUD!The impact sends you falling onto your back.
Nagi's eyes widen. "...Eh?"
The football rolls harmlessly into the goal He doesn't even look at it.
Instead, he immediately runs toward you.
Actually runs.
"Hey." He kneels beside you almost instantly.."...Look at me."
You remove your hand from your face just enough for him to see the swelling beginning around your nose.
"...Crap." His usual lazy expression completely disappears. "I'm sorry."
His voice is unusually quiet.
"Does it hurt?"
"...Yeah."
"...I'm really sorry."
He carefully helps you sit up before holding an ice pack against your cheek.
For once, he doesn't complain. He doesn't call anything troublesome. He simply stays beside you the entire time.
And later that evening, after the doctor assures both of you that your nose isn't broken but will bruise badly, Nagi walks you home.
Neither of you says much. Eventually, he scratches the back of his neck.
"...Well... I guess I messed up."
"You did."
"...Yeah." He sighs dramatically. "I just lost every chance I had of impressing you."
You stop walking. "...What?"
His eyes slowly widen. "...Did I say that out loud?"
"You did."
His ears immediately turn pink. "...That's... a bigger hassle than the football."
You can't help laughing.
"So... You were trying to impress me?"
He hides the lower half of his face inside the collar of his hoodie. "...Yeah...Guess that plan failed."
You smile softly.
"I don't know. I mean, the shot was amazing."
Nagi blinks. "...You still think it was cool?"
"I do."
He stares at you for a long moment before quietly looking away, his ears burning.
"...What a hassle."
But despite the words, the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips refuses to disappear.
Tabito Karasu
Karasu has been looking forward to today for almost a week.
He casually invites you to watch his practice, pretending it isn't a big deal, but in reality, he spent the entire morning planning which tricks and shots will make him look the coolest in front of you.
"Don't mess this up," he mutters to himself.
From the sidelines, you can't help smiling as you watch him. Every now and then he glances your way with that smug grin, clearly trying to act as if he isn't performing specifically for you.
You decide to tease him a little.
Instead of calling his name, you quietly walk around the side of the field, wanting to surprise him from behind the goal.
At that exact moment, Karasu traps the ball with one foot before winding up for a powerful shot.
He looks up, his eyes meet yours and his heart stops.
Because you're standing exactly where he has aimed.
"Move!"
It's already too late.
THUD!
The ball strikes your face head-on.
You stumble backward, immediately covering your nose as pain shoots through your face.
"...Ow..."
Karasu stands frozen. Then he drops everything and sprints toward you.
For the first time since you've met him, he can't even speak.
"Hey!"
His usual teasing voice is completely gone.
He carefully pulls your hands away just enough to check your face, his own expression growing paler when he sees blood.
"...Shit I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." His fingers tremble slightly as he makes sure you're still conscious. "You alright? Can you hear me?"
The confident flirt who always has something clever to say suddenly can't find a single joke.
After the doctor confirms it's not anything threatening, Karasu insists on walking you home.
Neither of you says much. His hands stay buried in his pockets as he stares at the pavement.
Finally, he lets out a dry laugh.
"...Guess that's it."
"Hm?"
"I spent weeks trying to flirt with you." He shakes his head. "I thought today, I will finally impress you. Insteaf, I broke your nose."
He rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet your eyes. "There goes every chance I have."
You blink before laughing softly.
He sighs.
"...Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not. You looked pretty cool before I get hit. Your shot was amazing."
He stares at you for several seconds. Then, for the first time all afternoon, his cheeks slowly turn pink.
"...You're unbelievable."
Eita Otoya
"Watch this!" Otoya flashes you one of his signature carefree smiles before spinning the ball beneath his foot. "I've been practicing this just for today. So don't blink."
You laugh, folding your arms as you stand off to the side.
He loves making you smile. And If he looks cool while doing it, even better.
He flicks the ball into the air before striking it cleanly.
Only..
.He notices you moving at the last possible second. To get a better view.
"...Wait." His eyes widen. "...No!"
The ball flies straight toward you.
SMACK!
You drop to one knee, immediately grabbing your face.
"...Ow..."
"NO!" Otoya is already running before the ball even stops rolling. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO!"
He kneels beside you, completely panicking as blood slips between your fingers.
"I swear! I wasn't aiming at you! I just wanted to impress you!" He looks around frantically. "...Doctor!"
Without waiting for an answer, he takes off running at full speed.
You stare after him. "...Otoya?"
Five minutes pass.
Then ten.
You actually start wondering if he just abandoned you or not.
Just as you're about to text him, you hear shouting in the distance.
"WE'RE OVER HERE!"
Otoya comes sprinting back, completely out of breath.Behind him are a doctor, two trainers, someone carrying a first-aid kit... and somehow, a bouquet of flowers he'd apparently grabbed on the way.
He practically collapses beside you.
"I panicked..."
"I can see that."
"I thought if I come back empty-handed, you'll never forgive me."
Despite your aching face, you can't stop yourself from laughing.
When the doctor finishes treating you, Otoya sits beside you with his head hanging low.
"...I really think today was going to be different."
"What do you mean?"
"I wanted you to see me as someone cool. Instead..." He points at your bandaged nose. "...This happens." He sighs dramatically. "I'm finished."
"No you're not."
"You don't understand. I literally assaulted my crush with a football."
"...Your crush?"
His eyes widen. "...Forget I said that."
You smile.
"I don't think I can."
Ryusei Shidou
"Oi!" Shidou tosses the football onto the grass before grinning at you."Watch this!"
"You've said that five times already."
"Because it's gonna be sick!"
He kicks the ball into the air before attempting an outrageous volley.
It would've been perfect, if the ball didn't clip the crossbar and changed it's direction completely... Straight toward you.
THUD!
The impact echoes across the field.
You stagger backward, clutching your nose.
"...Ow..."
Shidou's grin vanishes.
"...OH, HELL NO!"
He sprints over so fast he almost tackles you himself.
"Oh no! I JUST HIT MY CRUSH! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
You slowly lower your hands from your face.
"...Your what?"
He freezes.
"...Ah." He blinks once, then rubs the back of his neck. "...Guess I wasn't supposed to yell that."
"You have a crush on me?"
"I mean..." He laughs. "You aren't exactly supposed to find out because of..." He points toward your nose. "...that."
Despite the situation, you can't help laughing.
"You confess by giving a nose injury?"
"Look..." He sighs dramatically. "I had better plans."
Later, after making absolutely certain you're alright, Shidou sits beside you outside the clinic.
"I seriously think I blow it."
"You kind of did."
"Yeah. I nailed my crush in the face." He groans loudly. "That's gotta be the worst confession in history."
You laugh and he looks over at you before smiling sheepishly.
"...At least now you know."
Michael Kaiser
"You trust me, don't you?"
"...Not particularly."
Kaiser places a polished red apple on top of your head with theatrical elegance.
"You wound me, Schatz"
"I feel like you're about to wound me."
He ignores the comment, instead smiles confidently.
"No you're about to observe perfection."
He steps backward. The field seems to grow quieter.
"I'm going to strike the ball. The apple will fall. And you will witness true genius."
You stare at him.
"This sounds like a terrible idea."
"It is only terrible for those without talent."
He smirks before taking his shot and the ball flies exactly where he intends.
Unfortunately... You flinch. And the slightest movement changes everything.
Kaiser quickly walks over, trying very hard to maintain his dignity despite the panic beginning to show.
"...It's alright. My Empress can withstand something like—"
You look up with murderous eyes. "...The fuck do you mean my Empress?"
For the first time in a long time... Michael Kaiser forgets how to speak and his face slowly becomes bright red.
"...I... That..." Kaiser covers his mouth with one hand, completely mortified. "...I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Yet..."
"You've been calling me 'my Empress' this whole time?"
"...Internally."
"...Internally?"
"...This is a disaster."
For the rest of the trip to the hospital, Kaiser is unusually quiet.
He walks half a step behind you, carrying your bag without being asked, occasionally glancing at your bandaged nose before immediately looking away.
By the time the doctor confirms you'll be fine, he has convinced himself there's no recovering from this.
As the two of you step outside, he lets out a defeated sigh.
"...I wanted you to remember me as someone impressive." He laughs bitterly. "Instead, you'll remember me as the idiot who kicks a football into your face while calling you 'my Empress.'"
You look at him for a moment before smiling despite your bruised nose.
"...To be fair, you looked pretty cool right up until the part where you hit me. You almost pull it off."
He immediately smirks. "So you do understand, right? That it happened because you moved?"
partners who wake you up with their tongue lapping at your cunt, slipping between your slick folds and circling around your clit, making you jolt awake from your slumber. your hand reaches for their hair, pulling and grasping at the strands.
your orgasm comes sweetly, washing over you like warm water and leaving you half-lidded. but before you can fall back asleep, they continue — mouth not leaving your over-sensitive pussy as they lap up your cum, drinking it down like water.
your moans turn into yelps and pleas of "wait- stop!" as overstimulation takes over, making you shake and tremble. your hands grasp at their shoulders as you try to pry them up.
"i'm up! i'm up!" you shout, fists weakly pounding on their back as they finally pull back from your sensitive sex, a string of spit and slick connected to their chin.
"good morning, princess," they say with a smug smile as your left huffing and puffing, "rise and shine."
shidou grinds your body against his, making sure you feel his cock throb against your core even through the flimsy fabrics of your bikini and his trunks. “come on, baby. it’ll give me an excuse to grope you,” he insists, “i could give ya a different kind of white cast.”
“r–ryu…” you whine, trying to escape his grip.
“please, baby. come on,” he begs, his hips lifting to meet yours once more as he grinds, “‘m so hard right now, it hurts.” shidou presses his face into your neck, pressing down on your lower back to arch your body against his.
“we’re in public, you horndog. we can’t—“
shidou’s chest rumbles as he chuckles deeply, “you tryna convince me or yourself, baby?” he asks, already groping your ass as he places open mouth kisses on all over your neck, then down to your collarbone.
“ryu—!”
before you can even continue, shidou silences you by slipping in two fingers.
“shiiiit, you’re so wet, mami. don’t tell me you were tryna hide this sweet, leaking pussy from me?” he groans, “i’m fucking offended.”
his coarse digits continue exploring your insides, scissoring you before pressing his thumb against your clit.
“mmpgh—! baby..!” you try your hardest not to thrash, your body limping as you fall helplessly against him.
“nah, you don’t get to call me that right now. you think i can’t take care of your pussy, hm?” he asks condescendingly, “that what you’re sayin’, slut? ‘cause that’s what i’m hearing.”
“n–no… it’s just… f–fuck, yes—!” you squeal uncontrollably before biting your tongue and gulping, “no, no… we’re just… in public, baby…”
“told you not to fuckin’ call me that, didn’t i?” his tone is angry as he quickens his pace, and if you weren’t shaking before, you definitely are now. “y’don’t fucking deserve it.”
“ngh—! i’m sorry..!” you nuzzle against his chest, hands balled into fists as you cried against him. “msorrymsorrymsorry…” you repeat, practically praying, “plea— fuck, ryu… please let me c–cum, please… ‘m so… so close!”
“fuuuuck, yeah. cum for me, baby, go ahead. show me what a slut you are, getting off on my fingers in public,” he hisses, his breath labored as he grinds his cock against your thigh.
“ryu—! right there..! oh my—!” you arch impossibly harder, your hands crawling behind his neck and onto his nape as you scratch his scalp with your nails. you bite down on his shoulder blades to silence yourself, or at least minimize your voice…
“there ya go, baby. so good f’me…” shidou sighs a breath of relief, pulling his slimy fingers out. “fuuuck, so wet.”
“ryu, people are staring…” you press your face onto his neck in an attempt to hide yourself, but shidou only hoists you up and fixes your posture.
he didn’t really mean to take it out on you! through the whole car ride home, he had a deathly tight grip on the steering wheel, his veins looking like they were going to pop if his grip tightened anymore. you didn’t dare to open your mouth or speak to him the whole way, just avoiding his figure by looking out the window. all of a sudden the view was so lovely.. haha..
however, your peace was torn the moment you stepped into your shared apartment. he dropped his things onto the floor without any care and dragged you into the bedroom and pushed you onto the bed.
currently, you had your head pressed onto the pillow, back arched with a deep inward curve. tears slowly pooled and escaped from your tear ducts, burning up from the constant pain pleasure.
“a-ah, fuckk..” he moaned out in between his breaths. both of his hands were gripped on your hips so tightly that you were sure that they would leave marks on it. he kept you in place, occasionally slapping your ass, giving it a light squeeze when he felt like it.
his thrusts kept hitting the same damn spot. he closed his eyes, tilted his head upwards with his pace increasing. you made noises that were borderline-pornographic, surely going to get a complaint from your neighbour— but that was the least of your worries for now. he groaned, feeling you tighten around him.
“you’re so fuckin’ tight— bet you were waiting f’ me to lose that game so you could get a piece of this, stupid slut..” the bed creaked loudly with his thrusts hitting harder and deeper, chasing his own climax. you weren’t holding up well either. you wanted to come so badly. but you knew if you did, he wouldn’t let you rest until the next morning.
“baby please–!” your moans were muffled by the pillows against your face, but it was loud enough for him to hear. your body was trembling with overstimulation, clenching hard on him.
he groaned loudly in response. after another thrust, he swiftly pulled out all the way. you whined at the loss, the emptiness. you weren’t able to say anything fast enough as he flipped you over onto your back but due to the change in distance, he grabbed your legs and dragged you towards his dick. he place both your legs on his shoulders and without warning, he shoved his cock right back into you.
with the convenient position you were both in, he smashed his lips against yours. you wrap your arms around his neck as his tongue slipped into your mouth. it was only until you were out of breath did he break away. “just a little longer, hold it out f’ me baby.” he breathed out, his warm breath hitting your neck.
after pushing you with the same cruel pace, he finally reached his climax. spilling into you with the last couple of thrusts, filling you up with his warm release. you came nearly instantly after he did, your nails scratching his back deep enough for him to hiss lightly.
the both of you spent a few minutes catching your breaths. he had long let go of holding your legs in such a tight position, letting them rest while he laid face flat on your chest boobs. you felt your eyes falling shut, but before you could finally drift away into slumber, his words woke you up with a hint of mischief.
“already tired? i’m sure you could go for a few more rounds right?”
