#Chigiri x reader

[darlingbabyboo]

⁀➴♡ Blue Lock: you guys are just friends...?

⁀➴♡ Where his friends are confused on how you guys are just friends...

✮ Female reader who is referred to as shorter than them! Just a bunch of fluffy stuff about my favourite bllk boys <333

⁀➴ Saying Nagi's lazy is like saying the sky is blue. He finds everything to be a hassle, so it's no surprise that Reo is amongst the small group of friends that he actually has. What is surprising is to see him in the embrace of a cute girl after their game, on her tiptoes to wrap her hands around his neck.

When they separate Nagi's hand stilll rests on her waist, pressing his forehead against hers as they talk amongst themselves.

"I didn't know Nagi was a ladies man." Bachira teases as he watches the interaction.

Chigiri scowls, "this must be some alternative backwards universe. I can't be seeing this."

"Poor girl." Barou says, sadly tutting at the two's embrace, "I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy."

"Maybe she's being held captive." Karasu laughs as Otoya leans against him, nodding in agreement.

"That's mean." Hiori gently scolds but he can't hide the small smirk at Karasu's words.

Isagi feels the need to defend Nagi from all the comments, "I mean, he definitely didn't seem the type to have a girlfriend but it looks like he cares." He laughs when he sees the white-haired male's hands finally dropping to grab your bag and hold your hand. "He's trying more than I thought he would."

"100% of 0 is still 0." Chigiri mutters. At the sight of Nagi drudging over, they all quiet down.

"Nice bag." Bachira teases at the purse slung over Nagi's shoulders, "your girlfriend get it for you?"

Nagi tilts his head to the side like he's confused, "my girlfriend? It's just Reo's little sister."

They blink at him.

Nagi blinks back.

"Anyways, can you guys tell Ego I'm gonna be with her for a bit. I haven't seen her in a while and I really miss her."

The boys watch Nagi hold up a peace sign before walking up to you, the white haired boy wasting no time in pressing a kiss to your forehead and grasping your hand.

Huh.

Nagi is just filled with surprises.

⁀➴"Fuck, fuck, fuck, where is it?" Nagi doesn't think he's seen so many cards in his life, but Reo's a level of rich that he can't reallly comprehend.

He watches in mild interest as Reo move in a panic sorting through his wallets.

"Reo it appears-"

"Not the time Zantetsu." Reo snaps as he rummages through his things.

The boy zips mouth shut.

Nagi's more fascinated now, Reo never snaps like that. "...what's up?" He asks, sinking his head into his pillow as Reo apparently goes crazy.

Reo's shoulders slump in defeat, "I lost my black card." He cards his hands through his hair, "fuck, I hope I didn't leave it at home."

"Why do you need it?" It's not like he can get anything delivered to Blue Lock.

"My anniversary's coming up." He huffs, "and my love deserves the best of the best."

"You have a girlfriend?"

"Uhm, no, she's just a really good friend."

Nagi scratches his head, he's never heard of friends having anniversaries for each other, but he doesn't have a lot of friends outside of Reo. Maybe he hasn't been updated on a lot of friend traditions.

"What're you getting her exactly?"

"I wanted to get her this beautiful designer earrings imported from Thailand, but," He gestures to the mess of cards on his bed, "I'll have to settle for some designer brand in Japan."

Nagi hums, that seems good enough to him, but Reo looks like he's been crushed. "I'm sure she'll love it."

"I just want to give her the absolute best." He says, more to himself than Nagi. "She deserves everything and I want to give it to her."

Nagi notes the look in Reo's eye. Interesting, he doesn't think he's ever looked like that with his friends.

⁀➴Rin and physical touch go together like fire and ice, which is why it's a shock when a girl flings herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and nuzzling into the crock of his neck.

"I missed you so much Rinnie!" She exclaims, peppering kisses all over his face. "Did you miss me?"

The stoic boy, who first stumbled when you tackled him, regains his stability and brings his right hand up to cup your cheek. "Yeah... I did. You like the match?"

You nod fervently, "I loved it! You looked so cool- even if you started slobbering all over the floor." You wince when he pinches your cheek.

"Damn brat." He mutters.

"Olalala, Rinnie got a girlfriend?"

Rin soft looks turns sharp as Shidou butts into your interaction. He scowls when the other boy leans into you and angles you away from him. "Stay away from her you freak."

Shidou clutches his heart in faux offense, "I can't believe this Rinnie, I thought you and I were friends." His frown turns back into a smirk at the sight of you giggling. "Am I amusing you princess?"

Rin mutters, don't call her princess at the same time you turn to the black haired male and exclaim, "you never told me you made new friends!"

"I didn't." Because the thought of Shidou being his friend is a revolting one that he won't ever entertain.

"He's lying." Shidou slings a hand over Rin's shoulders (delighting when the boy shakes in disgust), "how'd the two of you get together anyways, you're way too good for him."

"She's my friend not my girlfriend jackass." Rin snaps, ripping himself and you from his embrace, "now fuck off."

Shidou raises a brow as he watches Rin pulls the two of you away, the black haired boy reluctantly putting you down and walking side by side with you with his hands over his shoulders.

Friends, sure.

⁀➴ "You idiot, don't just leave your towel hanging on the floor like that!"

"Ugh, just pick it up for me and stop bothering me."

"I'm not your damn maid you little-"

"Guys!" Isagi interrupts Nagi and Barou's argument, "Chigiri's on the phone."

The two quiet down, because Chigiri has made it very clear he won't tolerate any interruptions to his nightly video calls with his 'friend'. The last time Barou and Nagi were having their little tussle and interrupted his call was not a fun time for anyone.

Said pink haired boy side eyes their interaction before turning back to his phone and noticing your background. "You're in my house?" He questions, "who let you in?"

You stick out your tongue, "your lovely mom was the one who let me in you jerk."

Chigiri sticks out his tongue in return, "then go to the living room, why're you in my room?"

"Because I miss you," you groan, "do you know how boring school is without you?"

"I can only imagine." He laughs, "but that's not an excuse to mess up my room. Don't stain my hoodie and I expect my room to be spotless when I get back." It's a threat, but the edges of his lips twitch up into a smile and his voice is too soft to come off as anything but fond.

"Yeah, yeah." You brush off, "anything else your highness?"

"Take care of yourself, okay, I'm not around to always check up on you. Drink water, promise?"

"I promise." You say, holding up your pinkie finger. "I really miss you Hyoma. I'm counting the days until I see your pretty face again."

"I can't wait to see yours." And the look he adopts is one you wouldn't have for someone that's 'just a friend'.

⁀➴Isagi is a devoted kind soul, so it was almost expected that he would be so whipped for his girlfriend. It's not really surprising when the boy sees that your shoes are untied he's already getting on his knees and tying them for you.

"That's cute." Bachira coos, "who knew he'd be so whipped?"

Chigiri raises an eyebrow, "really, this is exactly what I expected." As soon as they'd gotten a break from Blue Lock, the boy had been insistent that they'd have to visit you first.

"This is the longest we've been apart," He'd said, "I need to see her."

It sounded cute, if not a bit codependent, but looking at the two of you shows that there was only love and care in the relationship.

You shiver slightly and Isagi takes off his jacket and wraps it around you. "Are you going to be okay to go out?" He asks in concern, stroking your shoulder. "I don't want you getting sick."

"I'm gonna be fine Yoichi." You insist, "all I want to do is spend time with you."

The tips of his ear turn pink at that. "M-me too, I just want to be with you."

He stares at you for a moment, eyes flickering down to your lips for a second. It would be so easy to just...

"Is-a-gi," Bachira yells out, interrupting the moment, "if we don't leave now the bowling alley's going to close!"

"Stop kissing up with girlfriend and let's head out." Chigiri adds.

Now Isagi's entire face is turning pink, "she's not my girlfriend!" He says, heart fluttering when you giggle.

"Uh, we should head out." He stammers.

"Mhm," You agree, wrapping a hand around his bicep. He tries to tell his heart to calm, you're just a friend, you're just a friend, he chants.

⁀➴ "Say hi Rinrin!" Bachira exclaims, holding the phone close to the other boy's ear. "C'mon, I know you wanna~"

Rin in question is doing is best to avoid the relentless boy, who hasn't slown down a bit and continues chasing him around the room.

Aryu shakes his head, "it'd be easier if he just accepted it."

Tokimitsu scratches the back of his neck, "I don't think that's possible for him."

The two have accepted the routine. Like clockwork, you'll call just before they're heading to bed to talk to Bachira for a bit. You're sweet, if not a bit unhinged, but that adds up when thinking of how close you are to Bachira, no one can maintain that sort of relationship without being a bit off-kilter.

You're kind though, and enjoy saying goodnight to the other guys... Rin is quite reluctant on that part.

You've accepted the fact that Rin prefers his solitude and peace of mind but Bachira refuses to accept that someone wouldn't want to talk to you.

"Meguru, it's fine." You say but Bachira shakes his head.

"Rinrin, just one word for my angel."

"I don't want to talk to your girlfriend okay, back off."

To Rin's surprise, Bachira stops in his tracks. He raises an eyebrow, did he break him?

Aryu and Tokimitsu look at the sight of Bachira freezing, red overtaking his body.

"Oh, uh," He laughs but it comes off stilted, "no, she's just a friend."

Damn. The three boys watch as the energetic boy goes back to his bed, noting the tenseness of his muscles and the pink that's settled on his face.

Who expected Bachira to be so shy?

[aninipanin1]

Lap pillows with Isagi? (I can imagine the rest of the guys getting jealous)

WHY HIM?

Notes: RAHHH I love Isagi so much, my loml, hope you enjoy!

"What the hell?!"

"Hm? Did you say something, Yukimiya-san?" You asked, tilting your head at the sudden outburst from the brunette player. You were busy tapping on your tablet, answering emails and other chores you were meant to finish as you ate in the canteen.

It was yet another day in Blue Lock, and the cafeteria was still empty except for you and Isagi until Yukimiya entered the cafeteria and found you sitting on a chair. Oh, but it definitely was not the one that caught his attention. Instead, his eyes glared at the slumbering striker that used the rest of the chairs as some sort of bed, with his head on your lap.

It definitely pissed him off, especially with how Isagi had his arms wrapped around your waist while sleeping away on your lap.

"How long has been here?"

"Oh, you mean Isagi-san? He was having a headache earlier, so I said he could sleep on me if he wanted to. So he did."

"Did he now?"

He swore to god that the veins on his forehead were so close to popping. What the hell was that bastard thinking? The shameless audacity to do this was just appaling to the brunette.

Okay, maybe it was because of the green envy running on his veins because he knows he does not have the guts to do this to you (he has a reputation as the gentleman to uphold) but damn, he did not know thag Isagi can be this...upfront.

Now, maybe it was you who offered to do this. It would not be surprising with your empathetic and caring nature, but are you thag clueless and oblivious, that you can let a random guy rest his head on top of your thighs.

"Damn, Isagi..."

He looked to be comfortable with it, too, softly snoring away and face nearly burying his face on your stomach.

It did not take long before the other guys also entered the cafeteria, and at first, it was all good and peaceful, probably because the exhaustion of practice wore them out. Though, they have yet to see the spectacle Yukimiya was currently glaring at.

But of course, it did not take long before the players searched for you. There you were, sitting peacefully, eyeing your tablet while eating, and on your lap was one Isagi...oh.

Oh.

Oh.

"What the fuck?" Barou let out the coldest curse he ever mustered out as he took in what he was seeing.

"Yeah, what the fuck indeed." Niko blinked, glaring at the slumbering raven haired striker.

"Am I the only who has the urge to grab his hair and drag him out of his position?"

"Nope. Do it, no balls." Otoya answered a pissed off Karasu, who looked about ready to jump someone.

"I think you guys are overreacting..." Nagi pouted, feeling jealous as well, but seeing as he always finds himself resting on your thighs when he is feeling extra lazy, he was not as worried as the others were.

"No, we're not. Isagi is dead." Reo said, not even paying attention that it was his turn to get his food from the machines.

"Y/n-chan! What happened with Isagi?" Bachira hopped to the seat next to you, seeing as the others were still too stunned to overtake it (they would always fight for the chairs closest to you, its like a whole Olympic game itself, believe me).

"Hm? Isagi-san was not feeling well, so I let him rest here!" And as if you could not make them anymore jealous, your hand found itself patting and massaging Isagi's hair to try and help relieve any left over pain from his headache even if he is still asleep.

The whole cafeteria was quiet. It is much too quiet than it usually is. But if you could only stop being oblivious for once, the hawk like glare everyone was giving Isagi was noise enough to scare and bother someone who has mental and common stability.

Too bad most of the Blue Lockers do not have that.

"He must have saved the world to be this damn lucky." Chigiri rolled his eyes, before continuing to eat his meal.

"Are we even sure that the headache is real or its just a ploy of his." Aiku doubted. Damn, now he wants to know how it feels to also lay his head on your thighs.

"Dunno, that's unlike Isagi. But still, no forgiveness on him. Traitor." Hiori sassed. Oh, he is definitely getting back at him at practice when he feels supposedly better.

"Oh, wait. Isagi-san, wakey, wakey. You need to eat to better your headache." You said in a whisper, gently shrugging the boy's shoulder.

With a groan, Isagi opened his eyes before standing up, still a bit groggy from his sleep. As he adjusted, you took that time to get him his food as quick as you can before putting it in front of him on the desk.

"Here, eat up! Say 'ahh'." You raised up a chopstick of pork to him to which the boy blushed at, before shyly accepting the pampering treatment.

"Now I wanna be sick. Come on, someone sneeze on me." Lorenzo commented from another table, moving Niko by his shoulders urging the boy to do something as if he knows how to make someone intentionally sick in the first place.

"Wifey material. For real, for real." Shidou blabbered, being stopped by literally Karasu and Nanase from going over to you and Isagi and doung whatever the weird demon had in his mind.

"Feed me too, Y/n-nie!" Charles hopped from his seat to where you are, which pissed off Rin so much he started chanting some curses and insults under his breath that he looked like he was summoning dozens of malevolent spirits.

"Um...okay, Charles-san. But maybe after Isagi-san, since he is sick." You happily accepted, although a bit confused as to why he wants you to feed him too.

"No one is stopping me from stomping on Charles."

"Kunigami no-"

"Kaiser-san, please don't bully Isagi-san. He was not feeling well earlier." You frowned at the German striker who is once again, acting like the cliche mean girl towards Isagi who just glared back at the man.

"Oh, no. Listen, häschen, I have a score to settle with little Yoichi here." Kaiser, who was not present earlier at lunch, heard what happened through word of mouth, and needless to say, he was jealous and pissed that his number one rival in the sport, is also his number one rival in another area.

"Leave me alone, Kaiser."

"How about you do that first with Y/n? Not be a creep?" The blonde striker retorted back with a smug smile on his face. The rest of the Bastard players just entered the field and did not even blimk when they saw Isagi and Kaiser fighting again.

It was another ordinary Wednesday for the German Stratum.

Meanwhile, you just looked at the tension between the two with confusion, trying your best to understand what they are even arguing about again.

'Is this what they call sexual tension? Well, do they even swing that way?'

ADDITIONAL TIME:

"Repeat what I said again, Y/n." Chris smiled, coaxing the girl who looked at him with understanding and determination to obey his words.

"No man is ever worthy of me. Especially hormonal football teenagers. And...um...what was after that?"

"You...?"

"Oh! I deserve someone who is a man who will take care of me well, instead! And if I don't find one, its better for me to be a single, free lady."

"That's my kid!" The blonde coach laughed loudly, patting your head as you smiled back at him, happy that you pleased your mentor and father figure.

Growing up, your father was not the best paternal guidance you had. He does not care about your emotional and psychological needs, only there to improve your intelligence. He never taught you life lessons about the world and how to survive its cruelty.

But now, it seems like you have many father figures (and a maternal figure) to learn the things you were never taught about before. So of course, you paid the utmost attention to the coaches' words and obey them as best you could.

"You're dooming Y/n to a lonely life?" Snuffy raised an eyebrow at Chris, a little doubtful and suspicious of the English man's words.

"Oh, come on! As a man who has been a teen, I know how most teens' minds work. They have to learn how to be a man first in order to treat the princess right. And I'll be the one to make sure of that!" Chris retorted at the Ubers' coach, which just led to Snuffy sighing before patting your head as well.

"He is right at some points. But don't take most of his advice too seriously."

"Hey!"

I know its short guys but pls bear with me I am experiencing writer's block again rahhhh. I think its because its my summer break and my mind is wired to just sleep and scroll lmaoo. Hope yall enjoyed this still though

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[confessionsandcreampies]

chigiri with a raging oral fixation would include…

always having something in his mouth. lollipops, straws, gum, your fingers… he doesn’t even notice anymore. it’s just constant. “hm? oh… didn’t realize i was chewing on that.” (he absolutely realized.)

his go-to move when he wants attention? biting your shoulder. or your collarbone. or your thigh. no warning, no reason. just his lips on you. “don’t mind me. you just taste good today.”

he’s kissing you like it’s a drug. he doesn’t just kiss for fun. he kisses to own, to tease, to get you out of breath and whining. tongue? always. lip bites? constant. “what? i’m just getting a little fix. you can handle that, can’t you?”

he’s loves going down on you. like… lives for it. needs it. if you even suggest you’re horny, he’s already between your thighs, eyes half-lidded, fingers holding you open while he says, “you know how obsessed i am with this pussy, right?”

he’ll spend hours between your legs if you let him. licking slow, teasing little sucks, drawing patterns with his tongue, humming just to make you feel the vibrations. “one more. i wanna feel you cum on my mouth again.”

he’s fingering you just to keep your body twitching while he licks lazily. “you thought i was done? i could live down here, baby. keep those thighs open.”

sometimes just wants your tits in his mouth. you’re laying in bed and suddenly he’s kissing your chest, sucking a nipple while grinding against your thigh. “this counts as aftercare, right?” you: “hyoma, we haven’t even had sex yet.”

open-mouthed kisses on every part of you. your stomach, your hip bones, your inner thighs, the back of your knees. he doesn’t care, if it’s your skin, he’s tasting it.

dirty talking with his mouth full. “mmm, fuck, you taste sweet today. you got all wet just for me, didn’t you? don’t push my head away, baby. be good and let me suck.”

69! he needs it. moans wrecked when your pretty pussy is right in front of his mouth. licks and sucks for almost an hour, even when he already orgasmed. then licks his lips and says, “i could have that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

he worships you with his mouth until you’re sobbing. he loves making you cry from overstimulation with slow, messy licks that never stop, even when your thighs are trembling and your fingers are buried in his hair. “you’re not gonna survive me, baby. but i promise you’ll love every second.”

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ BLLK BOYS AS INCUBUS PT II

characters - yukimiya , otoya , oliver , barou , karasu , chigiri. (female reader) | pt I here!

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⋆·˚ ༘ * KENYU YUKIMIYA

yukimiya fucks like he’s painting a masterpiece.

every breathless cry you make is a brushstroke, every moan is music to his perfect little world.

he cups your jaw gently, praise falling from his lips like scripture.

“ look at you… do you know how good you look like this?”

but behind that pretty voice and soft hands, there’s obsession.

his control is clinical. elegant. terrifying.

he doesn’t let you cum until you prove yourself.

until you cry his name, arch for him, cling to him like your life depends on it.

and when he finally fills you?

it’s possessive is intentional.

his glowing cum leaks down your thighs, and he spreads it with his fingers.

“ you’ll never belong to anyone else. not when i’ve made you this beautiful.”

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⋆·˚ ༘ * OTOYA EITA

otoya is trouble in leather and teeth.

he’s a menace in bed, rough, chaotic, laughing through your cries while he has you bent over some random surface.

“ fuck, you’re loud,” he grins, spanking your ass as you moan. “ don’t stop. i like it.”

his horns are short and sharp, his tongue split just slightly.

he eats you out like he’s on a sugar high, head between your thighs for hours, not stopping until you’re crying from overstimulation.

and then he fucks you.

quick. deep. filthy.

he grabs your hair. says filthy things in your ear.

“ you were made for this. for me. you know that, right?”

you nod, fucked too dumb to speak, and that makes him worse.

he cums inside with a low groan, smirking down at you.

“ already full, huh? damn. i’m good.”

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⋆·˚ ༘ * OLIVER AIKU

oliver doesn’t rush.

he watches. waits. stalks you through your dreams like a panther, tail coiled, voice low and honey-drenched.

“ relax, baby. i’ll take care of everything.”

he stretches you open slow, his cock too big, his hands too steady. he makes you look in the mirror while he fucks you from behind, hand firm around your throat.

his voice doesn’t change, low and calm, even as he fucks you stupid.

“ yeah… that’s it. good girl. just like that.”

oliver praises you like you’re his favorite thing to break.

he calls you sweetheart while splitting you in half.

he doesn’t stop until you can’t think.

he likes you a little ruined.

and when he cums deep inside, he kisses your forehead.

“ don’t worry,” he says. “ i’ll be back for seconds.”

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⋆·˚ ༘ * BAROU SHOEI

barou doesn’t mean to be this wild.

but when he smells you, when he sees you trembling, when he hears the way you gasp when he touches you.

he loses it.

“ don’t move.”

he throws you on your back like you weigh nothing. pulls your legs up. drives his cock into you like it’s instinct.

“ you like that, huh? of course you fuckin’ do.”

his thrusts are punishing. greedy.

he fucks like he’s claiming territory, grabbing your hips hard, panting like a beast. his tail lashes behind him. his claws leave red streaks on your thighs.

and you love it.

you cum again and again, helpless and shaking, and it only makes him rougher.

he cums inside with a loud, primal groan, then fucks it deeper.

doesn’t let you go.

doesn’t say much.

but when he stays curled around you, tail tight to your leg, breath hot on your neck.

but you know he’s not done.

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⋆·˚ ༘ * TABITO KARASU

karasu doesn’t fuck you because he needs to.

he fucks you because it’s fun watching you fall apart.

“ mmh… already wet?” he teases, sliding a clawed finger up your slit. “ knew you’d be easy.”

he’s a menace, sarcastic, calm, cocky. but the moment he slides into you? he shuts up.

his eyes roll back a little. his fingers grip your waist. he moans, low and rough in your ear.

“ fuck— this pussy…”

he pins you down with his wings. fucks you slow at first, just to watch you beg.

then he picks up the pace, smirking as you sob under him.

“ yeah? that’s it. cry for me.”

he loves when you fight back.

but he wins every time.

karasu cums inside with a shaky breath and a smug laugh.

“ you gonna dream of me again tonight?”

you will.

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⋆·˚ ༘ * CHIGIRI HYOMA

chigiri looks like a dream: long pink hair, delicate face, glowing skin.

but he fucks like a demon who enjoys watching you fall apart.

“ what’s wrong?” he whispers, cock deep inside you. “ you wanted this.”

his pace is slow and precise, perfect.

he hits the spot with every thrust. fingers stroke your clit until you’re clenching around him and choking on his name.

but he doesn’t give you mercy.

you cum once? he keeps going.

twice? his smirk only grows.

by the third, you’re sobbing, thighs shaking, and he’s still hard.

“ you’ll take it,” he says sweetly. “ because you need it.”

he calls you good girl while he breaks you.

he braids your hair before he ruins you.

and when he finally cums deep inside?

he pulls out just enough to watch it drip.

and kisses your trembling mouth like it’s a reward.

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[imraespace]

..AND WHO ARE YOU? - your friend answering them instead of you

THIS includes : texts genre: crack NOTE: i havent made one in so long so! (i say as the requests in my inbox stares at me.. ill do them i promise)

PAIRINGS: ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

IMRAESPACE masterlist

[loveeruri]

i need need need ness with pervy bllk men, like readers pent up but deals w it herself instead of asking ness cuz she got shy and then he like catches her or something pleapelelspelepleasee🙏🙏🙏🙏

yes!!! i was gonna add ness anyways but tysm for the prompt, this is good>:)

pervy childhoodbsf!bllkmen and their crush on you part 4

part 1 is here ♡ part 2 is here ♡ part 3 is here

characters included: chigiri, karasu, kaiser, sae, ness.

!! mdni, smut, pervy bllk men, spying, reader has a boyfriend, toxic relationships, cheating, aged up characters, f!reader.

you've always gotten along with him, since childhood. you've shared similar interests, spent lengthy evenings studying, worked on projects in class together when the teacher asked to get into groups.

his mind would wander and he'd doodle detailed pictures of naked women in his notebook with faces scarily similar to yours. drawings he never told you about, and probably never will.

then, you got a serious boyfriend and things stayed the same in your friendship. that is, until you joked about fucking your man during a conversation with him. jealousy struck him in his fragile little heart like an arrow. he was oddly quiet, staring off behind you as if he was thinking deeply. he was painfully hard imagining it, but he was envious.

you could see it in his expressions, in the way he spoke, in the way he messaged you, dryer, less lively. even during your weekly sleepover with him, he was detached from most discussions with you. how could something so small, hurt him this badly?

you're frustrated. with him, with your boyfriend for blowing up your phone about spending the night with him. you just want to have a decent time, but it's extremely difficult to ignore the situation in front of you.

you're in his room as he's washing off in the shower and you decide to do something you know you'll regret later. i mean, you have to. it's either that or you'd force yourself to down a few drinks.

if you cum quick, he'd never know.

your head is angled back as you're sprawled out on the surface of his bed, fingers pumping inside of your drooling cunt underneath your panties. you're desperately trying to focus, with your eyes shut and your brows furrowed.

you were weirdly getting off to the scent of his cologne that's been deeply embedded into the material of his pillows, the thought of him rather than your own partner.

he's leaning against the doorframe, eyeing your body looking so sexy, waiting for you to notice.

he'd never tell you that he wanted this. that he didn't actually shower, only told you that. this freak had a plan to spy on you, alone in his room. hopefully catch you getting undressed or something of the sort. this though, is a much better sight.

☆ hyoma chigiri, alexis ness.

he has never once felt threatened by your romantic interest in the slightest.

he knows he's just some loser who doesn't give you enough affection. some loser who breaks a girl that's done nothing wrong. some loser who has no clue you come to him whenever you need anything, money, comfort, sex.

when your jealous date sends your friend a video of you getting your back blown out, he just laughs. it's ridiculous how you're completely silent in it.

he makes you scream, your mouth babble and beg, your legs wobble, unlike this guy.

he's not bothered. he just grips the base of his erect cock, fucks himself in his palm to your arched back and bouncing ass from the clip. your squelching hole taking a cock that's incomparable to his size. he fucks you better, goddamn amateur.

he replies with a text after emptying his balls all over his bare abs, "ever made her squirt? i have."

☆ tabito karasu, michael kaiser, sae itoshi.

[maiyz]

hai... bangs on ur door.

CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE A SMAU/ONESHOT ABT A READER THATS LIEK... always sleepy. and asleep. like idk layla from genshin as an example 🥹🥹

tired

in which: very sleepy yn

characters: isagi, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, bachira, ness, chigiri

masterlist

idk i dont play genshin

i have no hobbies outside of reading yaoi and writing fanfics sometimes 🥹

i hate ice breakers what did u do over the summer umm read

im soo sleepy all the tike but also i sleep for like 4 hours so

i hate using pet names

[queen-of-gotham]

Bluelock boys with a reader who has an obsession with a little kids show? Bet.

Also I’m tired of breaking these up into 5’s so just have ten guys at once 😏

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Featuring: Isagi, Rin, Sae, Bachira, Barou, Chigiri, Kunigami, Reo, Nagi, and Shidou.

🎢Yoichi Isagi🎢

You love Phineas and Ferb. Every single invention, every timeline discrepancy, and the sheer philosophical question of how Candace remembers all of it.

He starts off confused like “You’re watching that again?” but ends up fully roped into the strategy. Bro starts analyzing Perry the Platypus’s stealth skills and ends up helping you make a timeline breakdown PowerPoint for a Reddit thread. If you casually drop “statistically, Doofenshmirtz’s inventions have a higher success rate than Rin’s shots,” Isagi will cry from how funny it is.

Listens to all the fan theories you come across and shares his opinions.

🌙Rin Itoshi🌙

You’ve loved Sailor Moon since you were little. You love The transformation sequences, deep lore, manga vs anime comparisons, and emotional arcs.

At first he’s like “…That show’s for kids,” but you start explaining the tragic backstories and ancient reincarnations, and suddenly he’s sitting behind you silently watching and emotionally invested. He denies it. If you ask him which Sailor Scout he is, he scowls and says “I’m not.” (He’s Sailor Saturn.) You catch him looking up fight scenes on YouTube. He’s doomed.

You make a passing comment about him being your tuxedo mask and he blushes. Claims it’s just hot.

🎀Sae Itoshi🎀

You are a Sanrio girlie, but specifically Hello Kitty. You love the characters, minimalist aesthetic, obscure lore (like the fact that Kitty White is five apples tall, and weighs three apples), and themed merch.

Sae’s amused. He thinks it’s childish until he realizes how obsessive you are. Then he buys you the stupid rare plushie you were crying over on eBay. Doesn’t engage directly, but Hello Kitty starts showing up in his life: phone charm on his keys, mug you “accidentally” left at his apartment, sticker on his water bottle. It’s your influence and he lets it happen.

He’ll sit and watch you play Hello Kitty Island Adventure, and judge the way you place your villagers. “Why are all the cats together?”

“Because Dear Daniel is Hello Kitty’s boyfriend so he should share a cabin with Mimmy and Mama and Papa.”

🦄Meguru Bachira🦄

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is the love of your life (Sorry Meguru). The Friendship lessons, lore, fan art, ship theories, and your ponysona are all VERY important to you.

Your boyfriend though? Instant convert. He has a favorite pony within 20 minutes (it’s Pinkie Pie), insists he’s your Ponysona’s sidekick (his ponysona has a monster cutie mark), and helps you decorate your room with glitter and pastel lights. If you cry over a season finale, he cries too. Probably calls you “Sugarcube” for a week. He loves that you’re into something magical and wholesome, it balances him out.

🐻Shoei Barou🐻

You love the Care Bears. You know Every bear’s name and personality, the 80s vs 2000s iterations, and which bear people would be based on their traits.

Barou’s furious about it. Furious. “Stop saying I’m Grumpy Bear, I’m not grumpy, I’m serious.” (He’s Grumpy Bear.) He refuses to watch… but lowkey knows all the names because you keep talking. One day, you catch him folding laundry and humming the theme song under his breath. He turns red and bans you from mentioning it. His hidden soft side secretly loves how wholesome it is.

🍓Hyoma Chigiri🍓

You love everything about Strawberry Shortcake. Cute outfits, little towns, fruity names, pastel aesthetics, and slice-of-life episodes.

Chigiri actually kind of gets it. He’s into visuals and elegance, and Strawberry Shortcake characters serve looks. He says it’s childish but lets you paint his nails berry-pink while you rewatch episodes. Eventually starts rating the fits and ships. Has strong opinions on whether Blueberry Muffin should’ve gotten a redesign. Buys you a Strawberry Shortcake purse. He’s in.

💥Rensuke Kunigami💥

You’ve always been into the powerpuff girls. Character arcs, Chemical X lore, the OG vs reboot debate, and Mojo Jojo’s dramatic monologues, all take up space in your brain.

Kunigami raises an eyebrow, but when you say it’s about three sisters who fight evil with love, he nods like, “Valid.” Ends up really liking Buttercup. You say he reminds you of her, strong, stubborn, loyal. he blushes so hard he walks out. Comes back later with a Bubbles plush he got you from a crane machine.

Thinks that the tall leader of the gangreen gang needs to be on a list after watching that one episode of him and buttercup, “THATS A TEENAGER. SHES FIVE.”

🐞Reo Mikage🐞

You’re obsessed with Miraculous Ladybug. You love Timeline inconsistencies, identity drama, the sheer chaos of the love square, and the French culture.

Reo Laughs at first. Then he watches ONE episode and now you’ve created a monster. Reo lives for the drama. He has a favorite kwami. He makes memes. He buys you matching Ladybug and Chat Noir hoodies. If you say you relate to Marinette, he’ll die on the hill that you’re a thousand times more stable. Will absolutely make a miraculous-themed couples cosplay happen.

🐶 Seishiro Nagi🐶

You adore Bluey. The subtle parenting dynamics, emotional maturity in kids’ storylines, and cozy aesthetic.

Nagi watches one episode with you and goes, “Oh. This is relaxing.” Suddenly he’s lying with his head on your lap while you both watch Bluey reruns. Thinks Bandit is peak dad, but he “could never.” Gets emotionally wrecked by “Sleepytime.” Doesn’t get involved in your fan discussions and if that baby at the end of “Surprise!” Is Mackenzies or Jean Luc’s (it’s definitely Jean Luc’s) but will ask “what’s Bluey up to today?” while stretching and leaning into your side.

🎒Ryusei Shidou🎒

You’ve watched Dora The Explorer since you were young. It became some kind of comfort to you. The original. You’re not too big into the reboot. You’re deep in the fandom. Every meme, conspiracy theory about the map being sentient, and all the old-school episodes.

Shidou thinks it’s hilarious. Calls you “Swiper” during sex just to annoy you. Learns random Spanish just so he can interrupt the show like, “I FOUND THE BRIDGE, DORA.” Absolutely chaotic. Starts watching with you just to scream “BACKPACK, BACKPACK” off-key and do the little dance. You regret this. Until he randomly goes, “Hey… you kinda are my best explorer.” (It’s gross. You love it.)

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“𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥”

was it casual when isagi yoichi always jumped in front of you during dodgeball, basketball, and volleyball in gym class because he was always worrying about your safety?

was it casual when bachira meguru always defended you from bullies, even if it meant getting beat up himself, and smiled at you whenever you helped patch him up?

was it casual when chigiri hyoma always told you about each and all of his hair tips when he did so with no one else?

was it casual when kunigami rensuke always carried you and your things around even at the slightest inconvenience or when you didn’t want to walk or hold something?

was it casual when nagi seishiro always defended you whenever you were both playing video games, even if it meant that he would end up losing or dying in that very game?

was it causal when mikage reo always snuck out late at night in order to go to small little corner restaurants with you because you wanted him to enjoy “being poor”?

was it casual when barou shouei always cleaned your room for you no matter how filthy it was or how annoyed he was that day, just because you asked him?

was it casual when itoshi rin always bought you your favorite flavor of ice cream, no matter how much or how little pocket money he had on him at the time?

well, clearly it was to him, because he kissed someone else at the altar while all you could do was silently clap and claim the tears of sadness as tears of joy.

[hxnnz]

it’s one in the afternoon and kunigami is following behind you and chigiri like a lost golden retriever in a world of hair serums and setting sprays. he doesn’t say much—he’s just… there. tall. serious. slightly judging every overpriced bottle.

“why are there so many shampoos,” he mutters.

“because not all of us have two-inch buzzcuts, ren,” you chirp, reaching for a deep conditioner that smells like coconut cake.

chigiri snorts, crouched in front of a shelf of hair masks. “he’s just mad because his routine is, like, soap and vibes.”

kunigami doesn’t even deny it. “it works.”

you and chigiri make the exact same face. pure, collective horror.

“no wonder your hair’s so dry,” you tease, dodging the light smack he aims at your shoulder.

he sighs and watches as you both compare leave-ins like it’s a sacred ritual. truthfully, he has no clue what half the stuff in your hands does, but he likes how your eyes light up when you explain it. and he likes how chigiri nods along, flipping his hair over his shoulder like a shampoo commercial.

he just… likes being here. even if he doesn’t get it.

“okay,” chigiri says, holding up two identical bottles. “which one smells more like expensive flowers and less like old lady soap?”

you take a whiff of both. “this one,” you say, handing him the second.

kunigami takes it and sniffs it too. “…you both smell fine already.”

“awww,” you coo. “he thinks we smell fine.”

“no need to impress me,” kunigami shrugs. “you’re both hot with or without product.”

chigiri deadpans. “that’s what someone who uses 3-in-1 would say.”

you gasp dramatically. “kunigami. do you.”

“…maybe.”

the betrayal is palpable.

then, out of nowhere—

“OH MY GOD LOOK AT THIS,” chigiri says, holding up a glittery purple jar. “’mermaid scalp scrub’? why is it shiny???”

you light up. “ew what is that, give it here.”

you open it. the smell punches you in the face like a fruity lavender explosion. you both gag and then immediately go feral over it.

“it literally sparkles. who’s putting this on their HEAD?”

chigiri turns to kunigami with the grin of a man about to commit a crime.

“you should try it.”

kunigami blinks. “what.”

“seriously,” you add, trying to hold back laughter. “you’d look so good with a glitter scalp.”

“you’re both insane.”

“you’re outnumbered,” chigiri singsongs. “that means democracy.”

“that’s not how democracy—”

you and chigiri are already chanting “GLITTER SCALP! GLITTER SCALP!” and kunigami is turning red like he’s debating fleeing the store entirely.

he doesn’t.

instead, he mutters “not buying that,” and grabs a random face wash just to have something to hold.

chigiri leans over to whisper in your ear. “he’s totally putting that on when we’re not looking.”

you grin. “you just wanna see it on his pillowcase.”

kunigami hears you.

“i’m returning this relationship.”

[kissbabie]

riding him ♡

your boyfriend turns into such a whimpering and pathetic mess when you decide to take charge for once, taking care of him in the form of bouncing up and down on his drooling cock as you’re seated on his lap.

he whines so loudly, large hands gripping onto the soft skin of your hips and desperately leaning forward to suck on your pert nipples. with your tits bouncing in his face, your pussy swallowing him whole, the creamy mess that’s frothing between you two, the wet sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy and your thighs hitting back down on his, not to mention how breathtakingly gorgeous you look right now, it’s just too much for him to handle; he’s turning so braindead from how good it feels when you ride him like you own him.

“baaabyyyy.. y’re so pretty,” he groans. “ah-ah! ‘m cumming— hngnhh..mmmfffp— cumming, cumming!”

“yeah?” you reply, breathing heavily. the slick noises contributed from the mess that’s been forming at the base of his cock and your cunt makes you a bit too dizzy for your own liking. “go ahead, sweet boy.. jus’ let me take care of you m’kay?”

he sobs loudly, choking on his whines and moans as he finishes so deep inside you. it shoots up and ropes of his warm, hot cum is spilling into you. he rocks his hips up lazily, trying to get every last drop out. despite this, you’re not done yet. instead, you grab onto his shoulders and shift a little before continuing.

“hnnghh.. ah—ah! no—no stop, m’ sensitive.. can’t..” he whimpers, although his actions say otherwise because he instinctively reaches for your hips again, grabbing you closer and trying to make you go faster.

“hmm.. you’re making a mess..”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorryyy! hahh— i can’t—can’t take it.. so much.. i can’t hold it in..”

feeling the pressure build up, there’s tears forming and his eyes roll back in pure desperation as you keep your pace. it’s too overwhelming for him and his cock is so sensitive to the point where it hurts. he’s about to finish again so easily even though he already came earlier, not too long ago. “i’m gonna… gonna.. i—i’m—“

“shhh, baby.. it’s okay. i’m gonna cum too, wanna make me cum right? be good and fill me up n’ make me cum ‘round your cock?”

“y-yeah, yeah..please.. i’ll do anything, pretty.. don’t stop..”

“‘m so close.. wan’ you to dump your cum into me while i cum okay?”

and that was all it took. with a deep, broken moan that ripped all the way from the back of his throat, his hips desperately bucked up and he couldn’t even form a sentence before his release hit him, his cock twitching so much as he flooded your cunt, like he was trying to give you everything. it hits you in thick waves— hot, heavy, and endless. each pulse sent more spilling out, filling you to the brim, leaking out before he was even done. it was so messy, just pouring into you with no end in sight.

grinding down hard on him as you gasped, “ffuckk, cumming—!!..” feeling the tension in your body snapping as you came all over him.

afterwards, it was silent except for the sounds of both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths as his head was buried into your chest. with a quick kiss to his cheek, you lifted yourself up from his cock, where everything started dribbling out of you slowly.

“shit…” you heard him say.

you pouted. “you’re the one that asked me to ride you tonight.”

he’s still trying to catch his breath as he mumbles, “i didn’t think.. didn’t know it’d be like.. this.”

he looks up at you like a lost little puppy, big eyes and pouty lips as his arms circle around your waist, hugging you in attempts of keeping you closer to him, his chest pressed against yours.

“ah,” he starts, like he’s suddenly got a great idea. “made such a mess, think i should clean you up..”

“huh?”

before you can fully process what he means, he gently pushes you down, your back hitting the mattress as he climbs on top, lowering himself to where your glistening hole is. he looks at you, eyes shining with quiet intensity and a determined look before he starts going down on you, licking and lapping at your pussy, causing everything to smear onto his face. guess that’s what he meant by cleaning you up, huh?

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[levenlike11]

his hands come up to your cheeks and hold, looking- rather staring into your soul. you smile and your cheeks in his hands squish up making them look chubbier.

"wanna bite you." he says it still holding instense eye contact. you laugh and a faint smile appears on his face. "i missed you." his head drops on your shoulder and he takes a deep breath of your perfume.

"missed you too." you put your head on his, as if it hasn't only been less than a full day since you last saw each other. he thanks the owners of the place for the dim blue lighting in the dark room as it conceals the blush starting to make itself known on his face.

his hands that are hugging your figure travels down and down until they hit your waist and sneak under your top to caress your soft skin. every inch his fingertips touch burn with excitement and leaves goosebumps on his way.

"missed you so. damn. much." he sighs into your shoulder and places a small kiss on there, slowly moving upwards on your neck. you open yourself to him and throw your head back, enjoying his acts. his hands are softly scratching your back while he keeps kissing and nipping at your skin.

"show me how much you missed me then." you whisper near his ear and peck his lobe, knowing it makes his knees weak every time you do that. his attention is now diverted to your chin, biting it tenderly. "baby-" you whine when he licks the part he bit to soothe the pain he caused.

"my pretty thing. all mine." staring into your eyes again, he touches your nose playfully with his pointer finger. you close your eyes and lean into him, letting your lips touch gently at first. it doesn't take long until he's exploring your mouth feverishly, teeth clattering and tongues brushing against each other with lust.

you push him off of you for a second to take a breath but he chases after your lips and doesn't let you leave. you can taste the drink he previously had on his tongue and it mixes with the minty taste your altoids left in your mouth. he thinks he's found heaven, right here in your arms.

when he eventually pulls back, you can't help but giggle at all the lipstick stains on the lower half of his face. (and trust my word on this one, he wears it proudly until you force him to wash it off- which leads to another make out session, in the bathroom this time.)

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[pawcider]

CHIGIRI X PREGNANT!READER

＼          ۪    makes you do stretches together every night. doesn't care if you're whining about being tired or feel like a watermelon with legs. he'll gently scoop you up in his arms, and guide you by the hips to the mat. "this one's for lower back," he explains, voice soft, hands steady on your hips. you groan as you wobble. "ugh. this is so undignified, hyo." "you look cute." "i look like a stuck turtle." "you look cuter than usual," he insists. "which is scary, cause you're already fuckin' unbearable."

＼          ۪    obsessed with the fact that your motherly side is showing up, little by little. you reorganise the baby's room for the third time in one week. fold tiny socks, line up baby bottles and pacifiers. chigiri walks in, stops briefly to watch you, leaning against the doorframe with a fond little smile. "you're such a freak," he murmurs. "you say that now," you say grimly, fluffing up a blanket, "but when this baby pops out, you're gonna be thanking your freak of a girlfriend." "wife," he corrects at once, smugly. ( but also, he totally helps out the next day. 100% colour codes the onesies )

＼          ۪    puts his cold hands on your belly if he thinks you deserve to be knocked down a peg. "don't you think you're gettin' a bit too sassy, princess?" he teases, snaking both arms around you as you rest on his lap. "oh shut up, chigiri, you're the only princess-" next thing you know, a pair of large, freezing cold hands are slapped right onto your bump with zero remorse. "HYO, STOP DOING THAT." "stop being cute then," he replies dismissively, peeking at the way your tummy jumps when the baby kicks. ( you forgive him every time because he immediately kisses the spot after, and refuses to stop )

＼          ۪    i 100% believe he would get unreasonably jealous of the ultrasound tech. he trusts you, he knows it's routine. but when someone else gets to apply gel on your belly and he has to stand in the corner with a clipboard like an imposter, his eye twitches. doesn't say anything in that moment, just gets weirdly quiet and holds your hand tighter unconsciously. "you okay?" you ask, once you're out. "..they were smiling too much," he mumbles. you laugh so hard you cry, while chigiri plainly side eyes you, but doesn't let go of your hand. "babe, they're an OBGYN." "so? i don't like it."

＼          ۪    whispers to your belly when he thinks you're asleep, or not paying attention. it's never anything loud, just quiet little "you better sleep tonight so your mom can rest," or "i love you, please don't kick her bladder this time." if you catch him mid whisper, he gets all pink and tries to brush it off like he wasn't just telling your unborn child that they're going to be better than him at track one day. "were you talking to them?" "no." "hyo, i heard something about foot speed." "go to sleep."

＼          ۪    keeps trying to kiss your stretch marks. if they show up on your hips? chigiri bends down, kisses them one by one. on your thighs? same thing. "you're so soft," he says under his breath. "you're gonna make me go insane." "they're just stretch marks," you huff. "they're yours, so that makes them hot."

＼          ۪    this man reads every single article on pregnancy he can get his hands on. you mention one minor discomfort. heartburn, swollen feet, not being able to sleep on your back. and by the evening, chigiri's halfway through a medical book and on his third reddit thread ( yes he uses reddit 😛 ). "this one said kiwi can help," he murmurs, scrolling furiously. you squint at him confusedly. "kiwi for.. what, exactly?" "doesn't matter," he says, and he's already in the kitchen, slicing some for you. "it's high in vitamin c. you probably need that." "you read like two pregnancy forums and now you think you're a doctor." "no, i'm better," he insists. "i'm a concerned husband."

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[eclipixels]

Afterglow

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser

Content: Blue Lock boys after pound town (tiktok trend)

A/N: A request from my one of my fav moots @captainshindo <3

Warnings: Mentions of sex

     Yoichi Isagi

     You’re sitting across from Isagi in a quiet corner of a late-night restaurant, the hum of low conversations and clinking cutlery filling the space around you. The air is thick with the scent of grilled meat and spices, but all you can focus on is him—slouched in his seat, eyelids heavy, hair still slightly damp from the sweat of what you’d done barely an hour ago.

     He looks exhausted.

     The kind of exhaustion that settles in your bones after giving everything—after pushing, pulling, and losing yourself completely in someone else. His navy-blue hoodie hangs loosely on his frame, collar stretched just enough to reveal the faintest trace of teeth marks near his collarbone, evidence of the way your lips had claimed him. He probably hasn’t noticed, too busy fighting the drowsiness that keeps dragging his head downward, only for him to snap back up again when his chin nearly meets his chest.

     “You look like you’re about to pass out,” you murmur, stirring your drink with a straw, amusement curling at your lips.

     He blinks at you, dazed, as if only now remembering where he is.

     “I’m fine,” he says, though the hoarseness in his voice betrays him. He shifts in his seat, one hand lazily rubbing at his face before reaching for the glass of water in front of him. His fingers fumble slightly, like even the effort of picking it up is too much.

     You bite back a grin. “You sure? You look like you had the life drained out of you.”

     At that, a slow, lopsided smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I kinda did,” he admits, voice dipping into something softer, something just for you. He leans back, stretching his legs under the table until his foot nudges against yours. “Not that I’m complaining.”

     Your face heats up at his words, but you roll your eyes to cover it. “Eat something before you actually collapse.”

     He groans but picks up his fork, obedient for once. You watch as he takes a bite, chewing slowly, his gaze flickering to you in between. There’s a quiet intimacy in this shared space, the remnants of passion still lingering between you, woven into the way his shoulders relax and the way his foot stays pressed lightly against yours.

     Yeah, he’s tired. But he’s here, with you. And there’s something about that that makes your chest feel warm, like the afterglow hasn’t quite faded yet.

     The waiter approaches, setting down a plate of food in front of you both. Isagi lazily thanks him before turning his attention back to you. You notice the way his fingers grip the fork with a little more steadiness now, the small bites he takes as he refuels his drained body. The sight makes you bite back a smirk, he really had no energy left to spare after earlier.

     “You’re staring,” he says between bites, eyes flicking up to yours.

     “So?” you challenge, resting your chin on your hand.

     He swallows, setting his fork down just long enough to rub a hand over his face again. “So, it’s distracting.”

     You raise an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. “Distracting from what? Chewing?”

     “Yes,” he mutters, the confession dragging a laugh out of you.

     “Just admit I wore you out,” you tease, nudging his foot beneath the table.

     He exhales a breath that’s almost a laugh, shaking his head. “You already know you did, love.”

     The admission hangs in the air between you, making your stomach flip. He doesn’t shy away from it, doesn’t try to cover it up with some cocky remark. He’s just… honest. Open. Your heart does something stupid in your chest, and you quickly focus on your food to keep from letting it show too much.

     “God, what was I even thinking of letting you ride? You nearly killed me,” he sighed dramatically.

     “Oh, but you enjoyed it,” you teased, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

     He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Hm, well… I might just let you do it again.”

     “Oh?” you smirked, leaning in a little closer, intrigued by his sudden change of heart.

     “Yeah,” he nodded, “but only after my soul finds its way back into my body,” he joked, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

     You catch him stifling a yawn behind his hand, and before you can stop yourself, you let out a quiet chuckle. Then he lets out another yawn, barely covering it with his hand. “I think I’m gonna just pass out here. Wake me up when it’s sunset, yeah?”

     You snort, flicking a stray napkin at him. “Not happening. I’m not carrying your heavy ass home.”

     “You could try,” he mumbles sleepily, already slouching further into his seat.

     You shake your head, watching as his head starts to dip again. “Fine, but if you snore, I’m filming it.”

     Meguru Bachira

     The restaurant is dimly lit, buzzing with soft chatter and the occasional clatter of dishes. You sit across from Bachira, who is currently melting into the booth like a man who’s just ran a marathon. His cheek is squished against the cushioned backrest, golden eyes barely open as he stares at the menu, though judging by the way his pupils aren’t even tracking the words, you highly doubt he’s actually reading it.

     He lets out a long, dramatic sigh and slouches even further, which you thought was physically impossible until now. “M’too tired to read. You pick.” His voice is thick with exhaustion, slow and slurred like he’s seconds from passing out on the table.

     You scoff, flipping through the laminated pages. “You’re the one who insisted on coming here.”

     “Didn’t think you’d drain my stamina that much before we got here.” he mumbles, stretching his legs under the table until his foot nudges yours.

     You roll your eyes, pretending not to feel the warmth creeping up your neck. “Quit being dramatic, you’re acting like you just did a whole workout.”

     “I did,” he insists, lifting his head just enough to look at you before flopping back down. “A very, very intense one.”

     “You sound proud.”

     He grins, not even denying it. “Well, yeah.” Then, he waves his hand. “Give me your hand.”

     You arch an eyebrow, but give in, letting him lazily play with your fingers. His thumb brushes absentmindedly over your knuckles, his touch featherlight, but there’s a sort of intimacy to it that makes your stomach do an embarrassing little flip.

     “You’re ridiculous,” you murmur.

     He pouts. “You love it.”

     You do. But you’re not about to give him that satisfaction out loud, so you just shake your head instead.

     The waiter comes by, eyeing Bachira with slight concern, probably wondering if they need to call emergency services for the half-conscious man draped over the table like he’s just fought for his life. Bachira somehow musters enough energy to order something simple, though you’re pretty sure he just pointed at a random item on the menu. The moment the waiter leaves, he groans and drops his forehead against the back of your hand, exhaling loudly.

     “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

     “Mmm,” he hums, muffled against your skin. “No promises.”

     You sigh, but your other hand moves on its own, fingers combing through his damp hair, still messy from earlier. He exhales again, this time with a content little sound that makes you freeze because oh no, that was cute.

     “You’re so spoiled,” you mutter.

     He cracks an eye open, smirking. “By you? Yeah.”

     You smack his forehead lightly, and he laughs, though it quickly turns into a yawn.

     It doesn’t take long before the food arrives, and you thank the waiter while Bachira blinks at his plate like he’s not sure what it is or how it got there. He picks up his fork, twirls it between his fingers, then—

     —immediately drops it with a clatter, staring at his own hand in betrayal.

     “Honey,” he says gravely. “I can’t hold things.”

     You stare at him. “What.”

     “My arms are dead. My fingers? Jelly.” He lifts his hand and wiggles his fingers dramatically. “Look at this. I have no grip strength left.”

     “Oh my god.” You stare in disbelief.

     “This is your fault.” He insists, and your mind wanders back to how he worked you with his hands for what felt like hours before you got here. You resist the urge to bury your face in your hands at the thought. You broke your man. All for an orgasm. They were great orgasms but still.

     “Do you want me to feed you?” You offer, feeling slightly guilty.

     He gasps. “Would you?”

     You were joking, but now that you see the way his eyes are lighting up, you realize you’ve made a mistake.

     Before you can retract your words, he’s already leaning forward, mouth slightly open, waiting.

     “…I regret everything.”

     “C’mon,” he sing-songs, grinning like an idiot. “Say ‘ahhh’ for me first so I don’t feel weird about it.”

     You grab a fry off your plate and shove it into his mouth to shut him up. He hums happily, chewing like a satisfied child.

     “This is amazing,” he sighs, slumping even further against the booth. “I should let you ruin my stamina more often.”

     You nearly choke on your own food at what he said. You grab a napkin and dramatically press it against your forehead like a distressed Victorian widow. “I can’t do this.”

     “Yes, you can.” He nudges your knee with his foot again. “You love taking care of me.”

     “Debatable.”

     “You’re still feeding me.”

     Ugh, he’s right.

     He grins triumphantly, but it’s quickly interrupted by another yawn. His eyes are drooping again, and you can already tell he’s not going to last much longer.

     “Meguru, if you fall asleep in your food, I will take pictures.”

     He waves a lazy hand. “That’s fine, just make sure you get my good angles.”

     You stare at him in disbelief before shaking your head, picking up another fry to pop into his mouth before he actually does pass out. Yeah. He’s definitely not making it through this meal awake. You place a chaste kiss on his cheek as he snores.

     And honestly? You don’t mind.

     Hyoma Chigiri

     You’re sitting across from Chigiri in a quiet corner of a late-night restaurant, the air rich with the scent of sizzling meat and freshly baked bread. The dim lighting casts a soft glow over the table, reflecting off his crimson hair, which is slightly disheveled—strands sticking to his damp skin, the aftermath of everything you’d put him through just an hour ago.

     He looks done.

     Not just tired—wrecked. Like he’s been through a battle and barely made it out alive. His normally graceful posture is completely gone; he’s slumped in his chair, arms sprawled across the table like he physically can’t hold himself up anymore. His long legs stretch out beneath the table, one foot lazily nudging yours as if he can’t even muster the energy for a proper kick.

     “You good over there?” you ask, taking a slow sip of your drink, watching him with thinly veiled amusement.

     He exhales, blinking at you like you’ve just pulled him out of a deep trance. “I think you ruined me,” he mutters, voice hoarse, thick with exhaustion.

     You smirk. “You’re acting like I made you run sprints for three hours straight.”

     Chigiri groans, dragging a hand down his face. “That would’ve been easier.”

     You chuckle, setting your glass down with a quiet clink. "Oh? Are you saying I’m worse than your training regimen?"

     Chigiri gives you a deadpan look, but there’s the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m saying I might need a recovery period before I can walk properly again."

     You hum in mock consideration, reaching for a fry from the basket between you. "There’s a reason why you stretch before doing stuff. Maybe you should’ve done that"

     His ears flush pink, and he exhales sharply, shaking his head. A smirk falls on his lips as he sends you a look. A look that got you two here in the first place.

     “Is that why you’re doing alright? Because I stretched you out so good?”

     Now it’s your turn to be flustered. “H-Hyoma!”

     Well, you can’t deny it. You stammer as he lazily steals one of your fries, though it takes considerable effort, his hand moving slower than usual. You watch as he chews, blinking like he’s on the verge of passing out right then and there.

     The restaurant hums around you, the low murmur of conversations blending with the occasional clatter of plates from the kitchen. Outside, the neon lights of the city flicker against the glass windows, casting a soft glow over Chigiri’s already exhausted face.

     He stares at his drink for a long moment before frowning. He groans again, tilting his head back against the seat. "I’m not sure I have it in me to get up."

     “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before bending me over.” You shrugged, a sly grin on your face as you sipped on your drip.

     "I hate you."

     "That’s not what you were saying earlier.” You tease, “Should I jog your memory again?”

     "Again?" he nearly shouted. "I don't think I can handle that for a while. Give me three to five business days."

     “Yeah right, I give it less than twenty-four hours before you’re begging me to let you do me.”

     His lips part like he wants to argue, but all he does is sigh, shoulders sinking further into his seat. He doesn't need to say it—you both know the truth. Instead, he rubs his thumb over your hand, lazy and affectionate, before stealing another fry.

     Rin Itoshi

     You sit across from Rin at the dimly lit restaurant. Your legs feel weak, a pleasant ache lingering in your thighs, but it's nothing compared to the exhaustion practically radiating off Rin.

     His teal eyes are half-lidded, and his usually sharp expression is softened by fatigue. He leans against his hand, fingers buried in his dark hair, as he stares at the menu like it’s some unsolvable puzzle. Every now and then, his gaze flickers toward you, as if blaming you for his current state.

     “What?” You blink at him stupidly.

     Rin exhales through his nose, not dignifying you with a response. Instead, he lets his head rest against the back of the booth, eyes closing for a moment. The rise and fall of his chest is steady, controlled, but you can tell that he’s drained. You did that. Hehe. Wait, oh my god, you did that to him. The thought makes warmth creep up your spine.

     “Maybe you should’ve paced yourself,” you tease, flipping through your own menu. “Not my fault you can’t handle a few rounds.”

     His eyes snap open, irritation flickering across his face, but there’s no real malice behind it. Just a grudging kind of admiration, hidden beneath layers of stubbornness. “Shut up,” he mutters, voice rough, as if he’s still recovering.

     You bite back a laugh. It’s rare to see him like this—unguarded, spent, completely at your mercy in a way that isn’t physical but still intoxicating.

     The waiter arrives, and Rin straightens, but there’s a sluggishness to his movements. You order for yourself, then glance at him expectantly. He sighs before muttering something about just getting whatever you’re having.

     “Too tired to decide?” you hum, resting your chin on your palm.

     Rin glares, but it lacks its usual bite. “Too tired to deal with you,” he corrects, rubbing a hand down his face.

     You grin, satisfied, and reach for your glass of water. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

     And from the way Rin looks at you, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips, you know that’s exactly what it was.

     You glance over at him, your fingers tapping against your own glass. “So,” you start, breaking the quiet, “how was that game of yours today? You actually manage to score this time?”

     His eyes narrow slightly, but the smile on his lips is knowing. “Of course. Not that you’d understand the level of skill it requires.”

     You arch a brow, leaning forward a little. “Excuse me? I could totally play circles around you.”

     “Sure, you’d be great at running interference. ‘Oh no, I can’t block, I’m too cute, please don’t hurt me!’” he mocks you.

     Your eyes narrow, “You’re lucky I’m too tired to slap you.”

     Rin winces dramatically, then leans back with a smirk. “I don’t think you could handle me one-on-one. You’ve already proven you’re not great with stamina.”

     “Oh? You’re one to talk. Don’t make me remind you how well I can handle my stamina against yours.”

     Rin coughs, his face flushing slightly, but he recovers quickly. “You’re insufferable,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

     “I’m insufferable? Is that why you were trench deep in me a few hours ago?” You smirk, taking another sip of your water.

     He scowls, but there’s a certain softness behind it. “That’s enough conversation, shut up. I’m exhausted.”

     “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before deciding to go for as long as you did.”

     Rin’s expression darkens with what could almost be called a glare, but it’s too tired to be truly threatening. “Don’t even start. Do you think you have more endurance than I do?”

     “Mhm, I would prove it to you again but,” You lean in a little closer, smirking. “I don’t think you can handle another round of me just yet.”

     “You talk a lot for someone who’s too tired to even sit up straight.”

     “Well, maybe I just enjoy teasing you.” You lean back.

     The waiter comes back, placing your food in front of you. You immediately dig in, savoring the taste. Rin follows suit, though he’s still slower than usual. You catch him glancing at your plate from the corner of your eye, a barely concealed hunger in his gaze.

     “Are you still hungry?”

     He looks up, and this time, his glare is sharper. “I’m not that weak.”

     You smile and slide your plate closer to him, just out of reach. “Sure you’re not.”

     Rin narrows his eyes at you, then at the plate. It’s clear he wants it, but his pride’s getting in the way. The tension is palpable as he debates internally, and you can’t help but laugh softly. “Just take it,” you say, amusement coloring your voice.

     He glances at you, his lips twitching into a grin. “Fine, I’ll take it, but only because I’m too tired to argue.”

     “Ah, see? You do know when to give in,” you say triumphantly, handing it over.

     “Don’t make me remind you how easily I can make you give in.” He threatens, but you hope it's a promise.

     Seishiro Nagi

     It’s a quiet evening at a small, intimate restaurant nestled between two towering buildings. The dim light casts a soft glow over the wooden tables and delicate plates of food. The quiet hum of conversations fills the air, but the two of you are wrapped in a peaceful bubble of exhaustion. You can still feel the lingering heat from earlier, the way his skin pressed against yours, the feeling of his hands tracing patterns along your body.

     Seishiro Nagi sits across from you, his disheveled hair falling into his eyes as he rubs at them lazily. His eyes flicker to you briefly, but they don’t seem to fully focus. There’s a soft, tired smile playing on his lips, the kind that lets you know he's content, but at the same time, it's clear he’s almost struggling to stay awake. You can’t help but chuckle softly at his state.

     "Hey, Seishiro..." you say, leaning across the table just enough to catch his attention. His eyelids flutter, and he blinks a couple of times, as if trying to summon the energy to keep them open.

     "Yeah?" His voice is hoarse, low, and barely audible. It’s clear that he’s fighting sleep, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

     “Are you okay?” You ask.

     “Mhm,” he replies, his voice raspy. "Just never had someone wear me out quite like you."

     Your heart skips a beat at his words. The casual tone in which he speaks holds a sincerity that’s hard to ignore. The two of you had just come from your apartment, tangled up in each other in ways that left you both breathless and sore, and now, here you are, in a cozy little restaurant, trying to gather yourselves.

     "Oh, um. You’re not falling asleep, are you?"

     He shakes his head slowly, but you can see the effort it takes to do even that. His eyelids slide shut for a brief moment, and you can practically hear the exhaustion in his sigh.

     "I'm fine," he mumbles. "Just... really sleepy..." His voice trails off as his head lulls slightly to the side, before he catches himself, blinking rapidly to stay alert. You watch him for a few seconds, amused, as he fights the pull of sleep.

     "You sure we should’ve come out to eat?" you ask. "I can’t help but feel like you’re about to face-plant into your food."

     "Maybe..." he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded. "But the food here’s good… 'sides, I want to be here with you."

     Your stomach fills with butterflies at that, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest. Despite his exhaustion, he’s always thinking of you. He makes sure you’re okay, that you’re happy, even when his own energy is completely drained.

     “Okay, but next time, we’re definitely staying in,” you tease, leaning back in your chair. “You look like you could fall asleep any second.”

     He smiles lazily, not bothering to fight it. His head drops forward for a brief moment before he jerks back up. "Nah... I’m fine..." But even as he says it, you can hear the faint slurring in his words.

     You decide to let him off the hook. The waitress comes by with your food, and Nagi lifts his head slightly as she sets a steaming bowl of ramen in front of him. His eyes widen momentarily at the scent, but they immediately begin to droop again as he lets out another long yawn.

     "Ramen," he mutters to himself, poking the noodles half-heartedly with his chopsticks. “S'good, I’m sure. Just... I’m gonna... just eat a bit."

     You watch as he takes a few bites, each one slower than the last. His head sways a little as if he’s on the verge of tipping over, and you can’t help but feel a sense of endearment well up inside you. There’s something almost too cute about how he’s always so completely and unapologetically tired.

     "Seishiro," you say softly, reaching across the table to gently touch his arm. "C’mon, let’s just go home. You look like you need a nap more than food right now."

     He stirs a little at the mention of sleep, finally looking up at you with that same, sleepy smile. "No... I want to... eat it myself..." His voice barely rises above a whisper. But after a few more bites, his resolve crumbles.

     “Alright, alright," you say, moving your hand to cup his face. His cheek feels warm under your fingers, the soft skin giving way to the faintest stubble. "You should nap after though. You’ve earned it."

     You offer him a gentle smile, one that conveys everything you’re feeling. The tenderness, the affection, the adoration. He closes his eyes at that, his shoulders sinking further into the chair, his body going slack with exhaustion. A few seconds later, he’s practically dozing, his chopsticks still loosely clutched in his hand, hanging precariously near his bowl.

     It’s not long before you’re the one gently guiding his head to rest on your shoulder. He lets out a soft, content sigh, his body softening into you like a piece of clay, finally free from the constant pull of the world. You shift your arm around him, letting him lean into you as you pick at your food, savoring the flavors but most of your attention on the sleepy, warm figure next to you.

     "How do you always manage to make everything feel so peaceful?" you murmur to him, though he’s half-asleep and doesn’t respond. You don’t need him to. His quiet presence is enough.

     Reo Mikage

     The quiet hum of the restaurant surrounds you as you sit across from him, your heart still racing from the moments shared just hours ago. The dimly lit space feels cozy, and you can't help but grin at how relaxed Reo looks, his usual sharp demeanor softened by the weariness of the afternoon. Normally, he’s composed of confidence, like a guy who could tell you the meaning of life while simultaneously solving a Rubik's cube. But now? Now, he looks like someone who just tried to run a marathon, got distracted by an ice cream truck, and then took a nap halfway through.

     His posture is slouched, his shoulders are practically begging for a pillow, and his eyes are half-lidded with a satisfied haze that matches your own. There's no trace of his usual high-strung self. Instead, there’s a vulnerability in the way he lounges in his chair, as if the very concept of sitting upright is an effort.

     He runs a hand through his hair with slow deliberation. You smile, watching him. It's kind of adorable how tired he looks. You’ve always seen him as the guy who has everything under control, but right now? Right now, he’s more like a human noodle.

     The waiter places two glasses of water in front of you, his smile polite but with just a hint of curiosity, like they're trying to figure out if the two of you are on a first date or if something more... intimate... just went down. You can’t blame them. Reo looks like he might collapse into a puddle any second, and you’re still glowing like you’ve just won an Olympic medal in... well, let’s say “passionate hugging.”

     "Are you alright?" you ask softly, leaning forward just enough for him to hear you. His gaze flickers to meet yours, and a low chuckle rumbles from his chest.

     "Can’t believe you’re the one who’s asking me that," he murmurs, his voice rough in the way people sound when they’ve just done something that requires a lot of energy. "I’ve never been so tired in my life."

     You can’t help it. The laugh that escapes you is soft, affectionate, and a little too amused.

     "I don’t mind," you reply, your tone teasing. "I kind of like seeing you like this."

     He raises an eyebrow at that, lips curving into a slow smile, the glint in his eyes now a little more playful. He leans back in his chair like he’s got a question to ask, but it takes him an unusually long time to find the energy to do so.

     "I don’t know if I should be flattered or worried that you enjoy this version of me," he mutters, his hand dragging over his jaw like he’s thinking of adding a full-body stretch to the mix but ultimately decides against it.

     "You’re cute when you're tired," you say before your brain can catch up. The words slip out like they’re your new favorite outfit. Reo blinks at you for a moment, clearly processing the compliment like someone who’s just been told they’ve won the lottery. And honestly, with that tired smile spreading across his face, he kind of has.

     "Is that so?" His voice takes on a slightly deeper, amused tone, as he leans forward just enough that you can feel his presence press down on you. But not enough to touch. He’s definitely holding back, probably saving up that last bit of energy to make it through dinner without literally falling asleep mid-bite.

     "Yeah."

     "I’m not good at this," he suddenly says, his voice so quiet that it makes you lean in a little.

     You blink. "Not good at what?"

     "Being tired," he admits, his voice almost sheepish. "I’m always on the go, always thinking, always—" He stops, then laughs, like he’s just realized how absurd the whole thing sounds. "But right now, I don’t even have the energy to make a joke or flirt with you. I’m just... done."

     The confession hits you like a slap to the face. This is the Reo Mikage who can talk his way out of almost anything and charm the socks off anyone, yet here he is, admitting that he’s exhausted beyond cognition all because of you.

     You let out a laugh, not unkindly. "That’s actually kind of adorable, you know?"

     Reo sighs, his hand reaching up to rub his temples like he’s holding onto his last ounce of dignity. "I never thought I’d get to the point where I’m adorable when I’m barely functioning. This is new."

     "Okay, maybe next time we can take it slower." You reach across the table and place your hand over his. It’s a small gesture, but there’s something comforting about it. Reo’s gaze softens.

     "I’ll take you up on that," he murmurs, his voice laced with a new kind of tenderness. You were already thinking of next time? The thought made him ache between his legs.

     Reo is doing his best to keep his eyes open, but honestly, you can tell he’s fighting a losing battle. It’s like watching a cat try to stay awake, but eventually, it just gives in to the nap.

     "You’re going to pass out in a restaurant, Reo," you tease him softly, and you can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips.

     "I trust you’ll make sure I don’t embarrass myself."

     You smile fondly. "No promises."

     Reo doesn’t respond. His eyes have long since fluttered shut, and his head starts to tilt back. For now, the world can wait.

     Sae Itoshi

     It was a quiet evening, the soft hum of chatter from other diners filling the air, but you barely noticed it. Your mind was still swimming from the rush of what had happened only hours ago, the lingering weight of the experience heavy between you and Sae.

     The two of you had just finished a rather intense bout of passion in the privacy of your bedroom, and while the fire had simmered down, it had left behind a raw, comfortable silence that felt as thick as the air around you now. You sat across from each other at a small table by the window, Sae's face relaxed into something unfamiliar, softer perhaps, but still radiating that effortless cool. Yet, there was an unmistakable tiredness in his demeanor now, a contrast to the usual energy that typically buzzed off him.

     Sae had always been the type to dominate any room, but now, with his legs stretched out beneath the table, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his glass, there was an undeniable exhaustion in his posture. His usual confidence seemed to have slipped away, replaced with a rare vulnerability. You studied him for a moment, his sharp features softened from the wear of the day, the slight crease between his brows as if he was deep in thought or maybe just too tired to think at all.

     You smirked slightly, leaning forward against the table, meeting his eyes. "You alright?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual. You knew him well enough to know when something wasn’t quite right. His body language wasn’t the usual effortless grace; it was more like someone who had just run a marathon, but at the same time, was reluctant to admit it.

     He turned his gaze towards you, blinking slowly as if your voice pulled him out of some trance. His eyes, usually sharp and intense, had softened into a haze of exhaustion, though there was still a playful glint in them.

     "Yeah," he muttered, his voice low and almost drawn out, "Just a little tired."

     "Oh? Is it from what we did earlier?" The teasing tone was unmistakable, but you couldn't help it. It had been wild. Sae had been insatiable earlier, his hands never still, his mouth hot against your skin, and his energy was something else entirely. He fucked you so deep and good into that matress you thought you we’re melting into it. But now, he was the one who seemed to need a rest.

     "Don't remind me," he groaned, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment. His usual air of confidence had given way to something much more human, and that made him all the more fascinating. It was almost like he didn’t quite know how to handle it.

     The waiter arrived at the table, placing your drinks down with a soft clink of glass. Sae barely acknowledged the server, his eyes still closed, his fingers drumming lazily on the edge of his empty plate. You gave the waiter a polite smile before they left, focusing back on Sae.

     "You know, for someone who's so used to pushing limits," you said, leaning in just a little, "you sure look like you're ready to collapse."

     He opened one eye, "I could’ve kept going if I wanted to."

     You tilted your head, studying him as he let out a sigh, the way his broad shoulders sagged as if carrying an invisible weight. "You sure? You seem pretty out of it."

     "I don’t do ‘out of it’," he replied lazily, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. It was the kind of response you would have expected from him, but it lacked the bite it usually had.

     You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed, unable to hide your amusement. "Yeah, sure."

     "You think I'm lying?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering to yours with a hint of challenge, though the weariness behind it was impossible to ignore.

     You shrugged. "Yeah. You look like you’re about to pass out right on the spot.”

     "Yeah, well..." Sae trailed off, looking at you as if he were trying to decipher something. He reached out across the table, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. "Guess you wore me out. But I can promise you, I could’ve kept going."

     "If you say so, Itoshi."

     "Don’t get too cocky now. You’re not the only one who can wear someone out. Should I remind you of what happened on your birthday?" There was still a playfulness there, but it wasn’t quite the same as before.

     “S-shut up…” You mutter curtly. Even remembering what happened on your birthday with Sae made your legs ache.

     But as you glanced up at him again, you noticed that his eyes were now closed. A little snore escaped his lips, and you couldn’t help but snicker. Sae Itoshi, the unstoppable force, the man who never showed weakness, he was human after all. He could get tired. He could let himself rest. Even if it was slumping over in his chair at some random restaurant.

     "Well, I guess I really did wear you out," you whispered, resisting the urge to laugh out loud.

     Sae’s eyes fluttered open just enough to send you a sleepy glare. "I’m awake, don’t get cocky," he muttered, but the sleepy tone betrayed him.

     “Yes, sir." You teased, taking a sip of your water as you analyzed his features. Oh, how much you adored him.

     Michael Kaiser

     You lean back in your chair, trying not to giggle too loudly as you glance over at Michael, who’s sitting across from you, looking like he’s about to pass out at any given moment. His hair is disheveled, his shirt slightly untucked, and he’s giving you the most exaggerated, tired expression.

     “Are you okay?” you ask, leaning across the table with a soft smile. You trace the rim of your water glass with your fingertips, watching him as he lazily looks up at you.

     He blinks a few times, as though the question takes him by surprise. Then, as if processing your words, he lets out a deep sigh, rubbing a hand over his face.

     “Yeah… I’m good,” he says, his voice a little hoarse, though you’re not sure if it’s from the aftereffects of your time together or just exhaustion. His gaze drifts to the menu, but it’s clear that he’s not really seeing it.

     “Did our earlier activities tire you out?” you muse, tapping your chin.

     “How could it not? I had you on that bed for hours.” He shook his head in disbelief at how you expected him to not be exhausted. “Only reason you’re fine is because I let you be pillow princess.”

     “Hey, I didn’t tell you to be so rough though, that was done in your own self indulgence.” You narrowed your eyes at him. How dare he try to blame you?

     Michael looks up, clearly attempting to muster some strength for a comeback, but all he manages is a weak smile. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Y/n,” he mutters under his breath.

     “Are you saying you don’t have it in you for another around?” you ask with a teasing tilt of your head. He stares at you like he’s about to say something, but then his shoulders droop again as if the thought of moving is a monumental task.

     “Round two?” he repeats incredulously. “You’ve already broken me. What do you want from me, a medal?”

     You chuckle, leaning back in your seat as you give him a playful smirk. “Maybe,” you say before continuing “but, I think you deserve an award for stamina”

     Michael scrunches his nose, clearly starting to get embarrassed, but trying to hide it.

     “I don’t even know if I remember the last few minutes, Micha, you just kept going. Are you human?” You laugh, taking another sip of your water.

     "I came here to eat, not to get all worked up again," he grumbled.

     You flashed him a mischievous grin and winked. "Well, maybe you should've been clearer about what you wanted. I did offer you plenty to consume earlier."

     "Yeah, and you drained all the energy with it," he shot back, barely holding himself together. His breath came in shallow gasps. "Careful, darling. I can have you teary-eyed and screaming again. Don’t talk your way into something you won't be able to handle."

     The thought made you ache between your legs, a burning desire coursing through your body. You had to stop yourself from thinking about it too much, or else you might accidentally kill Kaiser by asking for another round. As much as you wanted it, you knew it would be too much for him in his state.

     "Really? You look like you're about to pass out," you said, raising an eyebrow as you studied his flushed face.

     "Might," he muttered, his voice thick with exhaustion, but there was still a faint glimmer of a smirk on his lips.

     "You know, this is all your fault, right?" you teased, your tone light, but there was a definite edge of playful accusation in your voice.

     "What did you say?" His eyes snapped open at your words, narrowing in your direction as if ready to challenge you.

     "You didn’t have to be so rough," you shrugged nonchalantly, though the memory of what had just transpired made your pulse quicken. "You did this to yourself."

     "As if you'd have accepted anything less from me," he scoffed, his voice hoarse but laced with pride. "Keeping you satisfied is the real workout. The things I do, the way I wreck myself just to make sure you’re pleased..." His words trailed off, and you could feel the smugness in his tone even as he struggled to stay awake.

     "Oh please," you teased, leaning closer, your fingers lightly tracing the edge of his jaw. "You think I don’t know how high you get from making me see stars every time you make me come undone?"

     A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, but he was already starting to drift. "Hm. I guess we both have our own reasons," he rasped, exhaustion overtaking him as his head lolled to one side, his eyes fluttering closed. You couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly he had given in, how the mighty had fallen. His pride might have been unshakable in the moment, but you had a way of bringing him to his knees. You snapped a quick picture, wanting to capture this rare sight of him defeated and completely fucked past exhaustion.

     "Guess we do," you said softly, a fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you admired the man who had given you so much yet couldn’t resist teasing you back.

[crushmeeren]

ᯓ★ FIRST TIME FUCKING YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM.

⋆ ft. seishiro, yoichi, meguru, hyoma ⋆

⋆ cw ; unprotected sex, mentions of birth control pills, the kind of sex where you both wake up in the middle of the night and melt into one another.

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ᯓ★ seishiro

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For the most part, when you tell him, Seishiro would take it in stride.

It’d be funny though, Seishiro’s video game character dying miserably in the background as he stared at you, dumbstruck. Sleepy eyes wide because he can’t believe you want him to fuck you raw.

“You — what?” He’d still be wearing a semi - bored expression, but his knuckles would turn white from the harsh the grip on his switch.

You’d shake your head with fondness and a soft smile, repeating, “The next time we have sex, I don’t want you to wear a condom, Sei. What do you think?”

Seishiro would swallow the heat creeping up his throat and shift in place on the couch, all his blood rushing south. His dick would get hard just from the thought, sticking hot and heavy to his inner thigh. His shorts would do a pathetic job covering it.

Seishiro’s head would tilt, brows scrunching together. “Won’t you get pregnant?”

“I’m on the pill dummy. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Seishiro would blink a few times and hum, abandoning his switch on the couch. Next time is too far away, he wants to fuck you right now.

He’d drag you to the bedroom and push you on the mattress, pulling his shirt off and shoving at his waistband enough to let his cock bob free.

“Sei! At least take off my underwear!” You’d chide, wrists caught in big hands and pinned by your head as he interrupted your disrobing. Your sweats would lay in a crumpled heap beside you.

“Not waiting,” he’d mutter, inching closer between your legs. He’d gather your wrists in one hand and hook his fingers in the soft fabric of your panties to pull them aside, stroking his cock after. He’d slide his tip over your clit a few times, pleasure jolting through you.

The satisfying stretch would be accompanied by a slight burn, pussy not quite wet enough for him. Not that you’d give a fuck, you’d be as impatient as Seishiro, if not more. “Fuck, Sei,” you’d moan and gasp. “Feels so different without a condom. You’re so big.”

“It’s so fucking good,” he’d whine, thrusting without your say so, pushing your shirt to your collarbone to watch your tits bounce. Seeing Seishiro’s eyes roll back would have red hot pleasure rushing up your spine.

He’d throw one leg over his shoulder and bend you in half, hands planted by your shoulders. “M’gonna cum soon,” he’d warn. “Touch yourself.”

He’d hold out for thirty more seconds, but he wouldn’t stop. Seishiro would use how slick he’d made you to his advantage, working you through your own burst of pleasure.

The sensation, the filthy noise, it’d be enough to make you feel the need to confess your sins in church.

ᯓ★ yoichi

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Yoichi would choke on the water he’s drinking when you ask.

“Sorry,” he’d wheeze, hacking up a lung as his cheeks flush bright pink. You’d rub his back, waiting for him to calm down.

“So, do you want to?”

Yoichi’s mouth would open, then close, then he’d set his water bottle down on the kitchen counter. “You’re serious?” He’d chew on his bottom lip. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”

“I really really want to feel you.”

You’d sink down on Yoichi’s cock that evening, after he insisted you ride him because he’s “certain he’ll cum too fast if he controls the pace.” He’d toss his head onto the back of the couch, eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hips and digging his nails into your skin.

“Oh god,” he’d moan, loud and needy when you lift up halfway and sit down. You’d clutch his shoulders and use the leverage to help yourself bounce. Dragging a gasp from him that echoes throughout the room when your pussy squeezes tight on purpose.

You’d ride him slow and sweet, trail your lips over his jaw, and press close to whisper in his ear, “You love this, don’t you Yoichi?”

“So fucking much,” he’d pant. Yoichi’s hands would slide to your ass and hold you aloft, heels digging into plush carpet as he thrusts so hard your eyes pop wide open. You’d fall against him and press your nose to his temple, hugging him close. He’d be so warm.

Yoichi would finish fast. He’d grind you back and forth in his lap, cock throbbing steadily, muttering, “Sorry, sorry baby — fuck, sorry. Gonna make you cum, promise.”

ᯓ★ meguru

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You’d be mid fuck, staring at Meguru who’s tilted his head towards the ceiling. Who’s moaning with his mouth hanging open and smiling like your pussy’s told him directly she loves his cock. He’d bite his bottom lip and squeeze your thighs, moaning your name. Eyes glued to your bouncing tits.

After several shots last weekend, Meguru’d let it slip how bad he needs to fuck your pussy raw. How he jerks off to the thought of it way more often than is healthy because he doesn’t want to push you into something you don’t want.

Drunk words are sober thoughts, they say.

The sudden urge to help him fulfill his dreams would overpower any lingering reservations.

“Take the — oh god, take the condom off, Meguru.” Your hand would press against his lower belly, urging him to pull out.

He’d freeze, pelvis pressed to your ass, and tilt his head. “Did you just say what I think you did?” His tone would be overeager, like a puppy.

“Yes,” you’d confirm, head bobbing.

The condom would be off in less than ten seconds.

Meguru’d be whiny and loud as he pushes in, hips jerking with tiny movements. “I need to cum. Now. Pretty please baby, can I? Your pussy feels so good — I can’t last.”

His cock would twitch and your pussy’d tighten. It’d be no shock at all that he’s so sensitive. “Yeah,” you’d breathe. “As long as you keep going after.”

Meguru would moan and fuck you like he’s paying for it. Head buried into your shoulder, hands tucked under your ass and gripping tight. Your collar bone would grow damp from how hotly he’d pant, sinking his teeth in as he let himself cum.

No matter. He’d fuck you through his overstimulation, not stopping for a second until you’ve had your fun.

ᯓ★ hyoma

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Hyoma wouldn’t be proud at his lack of self discipline in the heat of the moment.

You’d asked him a long time ago how he’d felt about it. Refusing to look him in the eyes when the topic was brought up because you’d been daydreaming about taking him raw for quite some time.

He’d assured you he really, really wanted to, but he’d explained he’d rather not take a single chance at having a surprise baby, even if you were on birth control. You’d respected his wishes and moved on.

Sleepy, soft sex with Hyoma is great. You’d wake up late into the night from a filthy dream of him and, with limbs that’d still be heavy with sleep, you’d shift in bed to face him. Nuzzling your nose against his, pressing sweet kisses to his mouth until he woke up enough to get the hint.

He’d encourage you to turn again, snaking an arm under your neck and letting it wrap around your shoulders to pull you close. You’d both be half asleep still, as Hyoma gripped your thigh and lifted it. As he wiggled his hips until the tip of his cock parted the lips of your pussy.

As he slid his thick cock inside you. Raw.

It’d send a jolt down your spine, brain coming on line a bit more. “Hyo,” you’d gasp, his heavy answering moan vibrating your shoulder blade. “You didn’t — what about the condom? Are you sure?”

He’d give you a high pitched whine. “Don’t want it, baby.”

You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as the first slow drag of his cock knocked the breath from your lungs. It’d be the kind of sex that’s steady and sensual, his cock never going too deep, wrapped up in Hyoma’s arms.

Hyoma wouldn’t truly realize what he’s done until after he’s cum inside you.

“Thought you wanted to use a condom?” You’d pant softly, scrunching your nose at the sticky, sweaty sensation of Hyoma’s belly against your lower back.

He’d stiffen slightly, hugging you. “I couldn’t help myself,” he’d mumble. It’d be easy to tell he’s pouting without looking.

“We’re never using condoms again. Just so you know.”

Hyoma’d sigh dramatically, but in the morning he’d throw out the half full box of condoms in your bedside drawer.

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