caffeinatelove

[caffeinatelove]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ happy birthday isagi!

𝐛𝐲𝐫: these are just headcanons! female reader, intended lowercase, includes swearing, possible out of character / mischaracterisation, established relationship, extreme crack, fluff, suggestive and sexual themes — { lingerie, thigh riding }

in a frighteningly rare moment of mercy, one that would probably go down in history and end up in some guinness world record book of things that seemed impossible, ego allowed isagi to take the day off.

one day off. away from blue lock. for exactly twenty four hours and only twenty four hours, were his words.

actually, it wasn’t even his words.

"come on." anri had insisted. "he’s been working so hard. just give the kid twenty four hours. he deserves it."

ego merely sighed. "what’s wrong with him celebrating his birthday here? we have cake. i think. you can get cake, can’t you?"

anri just gave him a pointed look before turning to the striker in front of them.

"you have twenty four hours, isagi-kun." she nodded her head curtly. "it’s our gift to you."

"don’t make us regret this." ego added, voice cold like a robot. "go. celebrate your birthday or whatever."

isagi didn’t dare to ask any questions. just nodded once, grabbed his duffel bag and sprinted out of the facility like it was some kind of prison. to be fair, though, there was a striking resemblance. the place didn’t even have windows.

now, he was standing in front of your doorstep while still in uniform. blue lock hoodie, pants, slightly dirty cleats and a bashful smile on his face.

knock.

knock.

knock.

his clenched hand was trembling slightly; excited to see his girlfriend after so long.

you barely manage to get the door open before launching into him with a surprised squeal, arms wrapping around his neck.

"yoichi? yoichi! you’re here! it’s your birthday! happy birthday, sweetheart!"

he grunts, stumbling back a little by the sheer power of your hug. you kiss his cheek. then the other one. then once more for good measure. he lets out a sheepish little chuckle — clearly basking in the attention.

you suddenly pull away, hands resting on his firm shoulders. "wait, you’re here?" you squint in confusion.

"yeah." he mumbles, wasting no time to pull you in again by the waist, burying his face in your neck. he lets out a dreamy sigh after inhaling your ever familiar scent, planting his own kiss against your pulse. "they let me out for my birthday."

"when you word it like that, you really make that place sound like an asylum." your fingers card through his short dark strands.

"trust me, it is."

you snort, nose crinkling. "then we’re gonna celebrate your freedom. come on."

reaching for his hand, you pull him into the house with a pretty ambitious goal: a homemade birthday cake.

"but wait, i don’t even know how to make a cake." isagi says, standing in the middle of the kitchen dumbly.

"me neither. just have faith! i’ll pull up some recipe on my phone."

he didn’t find that response very convincing but he went along with it anyways.

isagi then asked why he had to participate in making his own birthday cake. you gasped and told him that blue lock really was turning him into an egoistic brat. he grumbled at that, already walking to the fridge and tugging some ingredients out to prove that he could still be a good humble boyfriend.

you snicker under your breath. gottem.

it takes you around thirty minutes to figure out if you even have all the ingredients for his desired flavour. which was adzuki bean paste, by the way. you had no idea why he couldn’t have just said something more simple like vanilla, but you weren’t going to question the birthday boy. anyways he ended up getting flour everywhere, and you dropped an egg on the floor.

after getting everything cleaned up, you were finally mixing the batter, focusing on the recipe that was displayed on your phone.

see what’s happens when you trust the process?

that’s when you glance over for a second and notice that isagi is already licking the spatula.

before stealing the bowl and doing the same to it. feverishly.

"woah." you mutter, eyes widening. "calm down, sweetheart."

he looks up at you with the most deadpan expression. cake batter smeared on the corner of his mouth.

"do you know what i have to eat in blue lock? it’s so bland. i haven’t had anything this sugary in months. let me have this. please. it’s my birthday."

you blink at his theatrics. he just goes back to licking.

"jeez. okay. continue. but if you get salmonella later, it is not my fault and i’m not holding your hand in the emergency room."

he doesn’t answer. he just looks at you one more time before continuing to indulge in the mix.

"you’ll be holding my hand." he mumbles knowingly into the bowl. you roll your eyes.

while the cake bakes, and probably burns, you decide to drag isagi out of the house into the afternoon sun. it’s the first real breath of fresh air he’s had in weeks.

"come on." you tug your intertwined hands excitedly. "there’s this new boba place that opened a few weeks ago. it’s got honeydew, taro, matcha–"

"that’s a lot of sugar." he quirks an eyebrow.

"weren’t you just eating raw batter?"

"…it’s my birthday."

you arrive at the quaint little boba shop. it smells like sweet syrup, fresh dough and warm milk. he stands behind you in the line, arms loosely wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder.

you stare up at the menu thoughtfully, telling isagi what you’re thinking of getting.

"i knew it." he chuckles. "it’s been months and you’re still getting that flavour. are you sure you aren’t addicted?"

"so what?" you retort defensively. "addiction just shows consistency. which is a good skill to have."

his dark eyebrows raise. "that is… an interesting point of view."

"thank you." you hum, stepping closer to the register once the person in front of you takes their receipt and stands at the waiting bay.

the two of you decide to sit at a bench in your local park with the drinks. he’s stealing sipping from your cup, eyes half-lidded like it’s the first time he’s truly relaxed in weeks.

you watch him quietly. "how’s the sugar crash hitting?"

he lifts the cup, handing it back to you. "not yet. but i think i’m getting drunk off this."

"it’s tea, yoichi."

he chuckles breathlessly. "no, i mean this," his eyes flicker from his own drink, to you. "you. being here. all of this."

your face unwillingly flushes at that.

you set your drink down beside you, reaching to hold onto his bicep before leaning forward to plant a kiss on his nose.

"dork." you whisper, smiling. "that was sappy."

he catches your hand before it falls away, threads his fingers through yours, and leans in to properly press a slow kiss to your lips. he tastes faintly of tapioca.

"i think i’m allowed to be." he murmurs. "it’s my birthday. remember?"

cue your face flushing even harder.

the two of you decide to wander around the area some more. it was mostly his idea, since the luxury of not being in a confined space was being presented ever so deliciously.

you eventually stumble across a market area that has lanterns hanging above every stall. it’s crowded and loud, with shop owners calling out their deals, so isagi squeezes your hand a little bit tighter.

just to make sure you don’t get separated.

when all of a sudden, he stops dead in his tracks right in the middle of the crowd. you follow his gaze to find some sort of vintage soccer merchandise booth. that’s when you realise his eyes are practically sparkling.

"no way. is that a 2014 noel noa france away jersey?" his lips part in awe.

not that you had any idea if it was, but you were already reaching for your wallet. his reaction told you more than enough.

"wait, wait," he stops you. "you don’t have to buy me anything–"

"it’s your birthday, sweetheart, i have to get you something. besides, you already paid for the boba."

his ears turn a faint shade of red. he tries to gently swat your hand away. to manoeuvre your wallet back inside your purse.

"no. it’s fine. seriously. i was gonna ask my mum for new cleats or something later, so you don’t have–"

you gasp at the newly revealed information, immediately grabbing his face in both your hands. the action shuts him up instantly.

"you wanted new cleats? and you were going to ask your mum?"

his eyes are wide, caught between flustered and amused. "i mean… she always got them for me before…"

you squish his face together with your palms. isagi lets you. honestly, he lives for it.

"no. i will buy it for you. you want new cleats? you get new cleats. from me. because i am your girlfriend. your number one fan. and you are my baby. now say it." you can feel his skin grow warmer under your touch.

"i am your baby." he mumbles through squished lips.

"again." you demand.

"i’m your baby."

you kiss his puckered mouth, before finally letting him go. "good boy."

his entire face is red, and it’s not just from the friction of your hands against his flesh. you almost think he might combust with how hard he’s blushing. in fact he walks away for a moment to clear his dizzy head while you hand the vendor your card.

the two of you walk down the lantern lit path together, plastic shopping bags swinging at your sides. he’s bumping his shoulder into yours ever so often. just to feel you closer.

"hey." he says after a while.

"yeah?"

"thanks."

you look over to see him already staring at you. eyes warm with affection. hair tousled from the breeze. his cheeks somehow still flushed from earlier. for once he looks like a boy in love, not just a rising star with the weight of japanese soccer on his shoulders.

"you deserve a good birthday." you shrug.

"i already have it." he returns.

the two of you finally arrive back home just after golden hour ends. to the cake. it’s a little uneven and there’s a small crack down one side, but damn it, it’s heartfelt.

you jab a singular candle in it, fiercly striking up a match that isagi instantly tries to do for you. but you weren’t going to let anything stop you from making it a special moment for him. so you held it out of his reach.

which was incredibly dangerous, but it’s fine. the couch almost caught on fire, but it didn’t.

that was the main thing.

after he backed down, you successfully lit the candle. before bursting into song. he pretended to be mortified. but honestly, he was so grateful for it all.

"happy birthday to youuuuuu."

he’s biting back a smile, unable to conceal how much he really is enjoying everything. "your singing is very off-key."

"yeah, well, i never said i was auditioning for glee, so shut up." you snap, before tacking on, "now close your eyes and make a wish."

you push the visually challenged cake forward, watching as his eyes flutter shut. his lips curve upwards completely now. in a small sweet smile. the singular candle brightens a warm glow around his face.

he doesn’t say anything. he just leans forward and blows it out in one soft breath.

after that, you both sit curled up together on the couch. a slice of the cake split between you on a small plate. less dishes that way.

you feed isagi a bite off the fork, grinning as a bit of icing sticks to the corner of his mouth. "you’ve got something here." you reach to swipe it off.

he catches your wrist and kisses your fingertips instead.

your realise your face is flushing again as you shuffle against him. "so, can i know what you wished for?"

he looks offended that you even asked. “hey, it won’t come true if i say it out loud."

"oh, you really believe in that stuff?" you chuckle, before prodding. "come on. tell me. what did you wish for?"

he doesn’t even blink, setting against the couch. "you."

you freeze with the fork halfway to your mouth. great. there had to be some sort of world record for how many times someone’s face could go red in one day, and you were about to break it. you try to laugh his response off, but it’s real.

you can see it in his eyes.

a moment passes where you mentally recollect yourself, before inhaling. "actually, it’s funny you should say that."

you suddenly disregard the piece of cake on the coffee table, standing up with a new kind of vigour. almost jittery.

isagi tilts his head. "huh? where are you going? this is the exact opposite of what i wished for. i told you i shouldn’t have–"

"just stay here." you instruct, looking oddly suspicious.

he watches you curiously as you leave the room before leaning forward to shove. another forkful of cake into his mouth.

a few moments pass, before you walk back in and stop right in front of him.

now, wearing something so lacy and so tiny that it could barely even qualify as clothing. delicate mesh clings to your body, leaving just enough to the imagination. but not nearly enough to spare isagi’s sanity.

there’s a satin bow tied at your sternum like a present. his present.

and then he sees the ruffled garter snugly looped around just one thigh. now that little thing was actually sending him into oblivion

isagi immediately chokes on his own breath. his entire face flares up with heat, red rushing up his neck to the tips of his ears.

you’re in lingerie.

and that perfect little garter was driving him up the wall. he adjusts his sweatpants as subtly as possible.

"what–" isagi finally opens his mouth when he realises he can’t just continue to stare at you for the rest of the day, and unfortunately, the rest of his life. he sputters stupidly. "what are you��?"

he’s redder than the adzuki bean paste.

"gosh. don’t look so surprised." you almost whine, feeling embarrassment course through your body under his gaze. "it’s been months since we last saw each other. i thought this would be cute."

"no! it is! i’m just…" his mouth goes dry completely. "are you sure? i don’t want you to feel like we have to–i mean, i want to–obviously–but–"

"yes!" you squeak, suddenly feeling very self conscious. "why else do you think i would buy this?"

"when did you even buy that…?" he trails off, eyes shamelessly dragging down the length of your figure.

isagi suddenly shakes his head. like he needs to be mentally recalibrated.

"come here. please." he says instead, hoarsely, like a whole new train of thought just hit him all at once.

your entire body is warm as you shuffle closer. his hands automatically reach for your hips, gently guiding you down onto his lap.

you settle against him, fingers clutching at his shoulders to steady yourself. your faces are close. way too close.

he exhales shakily now that you’re in his arms, and the intimacy only makes your body burn more.

"i’m sorry. i was just shocked because you look so beautiful." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your neck. "this is honestly the best gift i’ve ever gotten."

you can’t stop blushing, and you suddenly wonder if this is pay back for earlier at the market place. your fingers flex against his hoodie, grounding yourself with the fabric.

"thanks, yoichi." you whisper. then you lean back just enough to meet his eyes.

"wanna unwrap me?"

for a second he doesn’t answer. he just stares at you. with his blue eyes wide, and his hands still resting on your ruffle-clad hips.

you almost wonder if that teasing little line was too much, but then he says something back. very quietly.

so quiet you almost think you misheard him.

"can i…" his voice is low. "can i just watch you ride my thigh first?"

you blink, faltering at the oddly specific request.

staring at him blankly for a good moment.

mainly because nothing could’ve prepared you to hear that.

"your thigh?" you slowly repeat.

now his entire face was burning red.

“i-i’ve been thinking about it for a while. to be honest. i just miss the way you move. you don’t even have to do it for long! just a bit."

your stomach literally flips. there’s something vaguely mortifying about getting off in front of another person. but there’s no way you can deny isagi when he’s looking at you like that. all needy and devoted. and on his birthday, too. that would be cruel.

"okay. just don’t make fun of me."

"i’d never." he whispers.

you shift, knees bending slightly as you straddle just one of his thighs. his sweats are soft under you, but you can feel his muscle flex instinctively as you settle down. his breath stutters hard against your collarbone.

your hands are still on his shoulders for balance. his grip finds your hips again. and you start to move. it’s just a little bit at first.

but the friction immediately makes your breath hitch.

the lacy fabric of your panties heightens the sensation, as you grind yourself on the thick muscle. it already feels humiliatingly good, and your thighs begin to shake. your form probably would’ve been wobbly if wasn’t for isagi firmly pressing you down on him.

"shit." you gasp. "this is… okay, this is embarrassing."

isagi’s eyes are locked on you. and they’re wide. more animalistic than you’ve ever seen them. and you’ve seen them during that u-20 match. he’s practically heaving as you rock back and forth.

"no. no, it isn’t. you look so good like this." he murmurs, pulling you into a kiss almost desperately. he still tastes like the cake.

"yoichi–"

"dont stop. please don’t stop." the plea tumbles pathetically from his lips.

he looks wrecked, and he’s not even really doing anything. just watching. just feeling you on top of him. feeling that warmth between your thighs on top of him.

you manage to find a rhythm, getting a little bit more confident as you fall into it. little noises escape from you, each one sending isagi spiralling further. you can feel the tension in his thigh, how he’s flexing it subtly, almost like he wants to help you grind harder without even moving.

"you like it?” he asks quietly, like he genuinely needs to know. if it’s ruining you as much as watching it is ruining him.

that’s when you notice the two wet patches on his pants. one due to his own arousal leaking. and one from you. your face goes even redder; you were enjoying this more than anticipated. it did kind of help that your boyfriends thigh was made up of solid muscle. although you weren’t sure how he was going to bring this soiled pair back to blue lock. it probably needed to be bleached.

he follows your gaze, noticing it too, and that seems to answer his question. he groans. like he’s never been so turned on his life.

"fuck." he breathes, not even pretending to be composed. "i think about this all the time."

you falter again, fingers tightening once again in his hoodie. "…you do?"

he’s red. he’s so red. but he nods with the confession. "i think about you getting off on my thigh. a lot. i imagine it when i can’t sleep in the dorms and sometimes when i shower. i imagine your face–this face–fuck. i-i didn’t think i’d get to see it for real–"

your entire body buzzes with heat.

"and now that i am seeing it, i never want to forget it."

you let out a quiet moan that morphs into a breathless laugh, the realisation that this whole thing is just an unusual fetish he’s been harbouring dawns on you.

"why didn’t you tell me this earlier?"

"i-i didn’t want you to think that i was some kind of pervert. sorry. i’m sorry." his voice quivers.

"don’t be." you mumble. you’re still grinding slowly, every roll of your hips dragging your soaked core across the hard press of his thigh. your breathing is starting to catch and you let out a whimper, mostly to yourself. "i think i could actually come like this."

a faint gasp leaves him, like your words just physically hit him in the heart.

"you…" he stammers. it’s a helpless sound. "you want to? like this?"

your face is on fire now. you weren’t even talking to him. you were just overwhelmed. but he’s processing it like it’s the most life altering information he’s ever received.

breathless, he doesn’t even wait for a response. "okay. okay–i’ll help."

his voice is urgent and soft and it cracks a little, as he brings a hand down, sliding between your thighs to gently press his fingers over your panties.

"you wanna come like this? just on my thigh?" he repeats. probably for good measure. probably because it’s really doing something for him.

but the way he’s forcing you to repeat yourself makes you flustered. "yes."

"fuck. okay. yeah. yeah, please–please do it. I wanna see. I’ll help you–just let me help."

his fingers move over your clit in slow circles, matching the rhythm effortlessly. all that time apart and he still hadn’t forgotten how to make you fall apart. It’s not rushed or sloppy. It’s so attentive it almost hurts. like he needs this just as much as you do.

your head drops to his shoulder. you’re breathing harder now, panting into his neck as his fingers works you closer.

you can’t help but to moan softly, hips beginning to stutter.

"you’re so beautiful. like–it’s insane. don’t know how i got so lucky. i didn’t think–shit. i thought about this but not like–this.”

isagi’s talking in broken little bursts now, hands trembling as he watches you fall apart. like he can’t believe you’re really doing it. like you’re some daydream that came to life.

and that’s when you feel him press a kiss to your temple. then your cheek. then your mouth. it’s deep and hot, tiling his head to brush his tongue against yours.

it makes you moan again. the sound is shaky and high, and he groans into the kiss again like it’s actively wrecking him.

"come for me." he begs. "please. just like this. on me."

you can’t help it — you do. it hits hard and fast as the heat in your stomach breaks loose. you shake, with a loud gasp of yoichi!

he holds you through it, planting breathless kisses at the top of your head. you feel him, so hard against your hip, straining through his sweats. untouched.

"that’s my girl. you’re so perfect."

he murmurs, hand gently stroking your back, still reeling himself in. after a long pause, when you’re finally able to catch your breath, he clears his throat.

"it’s a good thing you came when you did."

you lift your head. half in confusion, half wondering if you heard him correctly. your expression prompts him to continue. so, he swallows. hard.

"i was about to come in my pants."

you stare at him. he’s dead serious. just genuine concern. like he was worried for himself. you can’t help but to burst into laughter against him.

practically wheezing against his chest. "oh my gosh. yoichi. you’re serious!" you state, in complete amusement.

he groans. "it’s not my fault, you said it yourself! it’s been months since we’ve seen each other. and you just looked so insanely good, and–"

you’re cackling. he decides to hide his face in your shoulder to save himself the shame.

"you poor thing." you gasp, trying to catch your breath again but for an entirely different reason now.

"i would’ve never recovered from that." isagi mumbles into your skin. you let out a snicker, turning your head to kiss his neck, then his jaw, then his cheek.

a moment passes.

"that thigh riding stuff really turned you on, huh?" you hum. it’s not even teasing. it’s more in the same tone you’d use when making an interesting observation.

his face is still bright red. "i don’t know why it does, but it does. and i’m still turned on." his voice goes quieter, letting out his own huff of amusement. "it hurts."

you shift back in his lap slightly, eyes locking with his.

"good thing i’m here to help, then." your fingers toy with the ribbon tied at the front of your chest. "you still wanna unwrap me?"

his breathing stutters. "more than anything."

and this time, he doesn’t hesitate to pull at the bow. the two of you spend the rest of the day together, attached by the hip.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a few days later after his birthday, a package arrives at blue lock.

it’s got your handwriting on it.

isagi opens it carefully, expecting new cleats, and they’re there! a sleek new pair in the exact colour he mentioned when you were passing by the market place.

but tucked beside it? there’s a small bubble wrapped keychain.

he blinks.

it’s him.

chibi style isagi yoichi. dribbling with his eyes narrowed and blue lock jersey on. there’s even a little sparkle next to the figurines mouth like he’s mid-dialogue.

your little note reads:

can you believe i found this when i went to pick up your cleats? couldn’t resist getting it. i keep one on my bag too so i guess we’re matching. xoxo from your biggest fan.

he stares at it for a long time.

like he can’t believe there’s an actual keychain of him existing.

"they made my calves too big." he mumbles to himself, blushing furiously.

later that day, rin sees it hanging from isagi’s duffel bag and squints.

"you attached a toy of yourself to your gear, lukewarm?"

isagi shrugs, also staring down at it.

"it was a gift. from my girlfriend. you know, cause i have one. cause i’m not a cold jerk. like some people."

bachira gasps somewhere in the distance.

"where’s my isagi keychain?"

[caffeinatelove]

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟdating reo and nagi you play soccer with your boyfriends!

𝐛𝐲𝐫: these are just headcanons! female reader, polyamory, intended lowercase, includes swearing, possible out of character / mischaracterisation, fluff, suggestive and sexual themes!

you didn’t know much about soccer.

which, in hindsight, was kind of funny seeing as the sport was a major factor in both your boyfriends' lives. if not, what their world primarily revolved around. of course, you understood the basics… you know you get a point when the ball goes in the net. you know 'offside' is apparently a thing people fight over like it’s life or death.

oh, and you know exactly when to turn the tv on to watch real madrid play. that one’s real important.

although, reo and nagi would probably disagree.

you remember softly padding into the living room one day, only to find them cuddled up watching tv together. the familiar cheering catches your attention, and your eyes sweep over what’s displayed on the screen.

"hey, this is madrid playing, right?"

"uh–yeah!" reo lights up, beyond surprised that you even knew the team’s name. it’s a good kind of surprised, though. and he immediately scoots over, patting the cushion beside him. "got it right. good job, princess."

"they’re versing those barça guys. should be intense." nagi quietly informs as you slide into the far end of the couch. you almost never watch games with them, let alone make the effort to engage, so they’re pretty thrilled to think you’re finally taking an interest in their world.

"sick! so… where’s jude bellingham?"

a moment of silence.

when you turn to face your boyfriends' they’re both sporting the same incredibly unimpressed look. and you swear that reo’s eyebrow twitched.

"so that’s what this is about." he mutters, feeling a tad bit betrayed, and it sounds like he’s speaking more to himself than anything.

"what? i just think he’s a good player." you sheepishly whistle, leaning forward to ogle the tv once said athlete finally comes on.

"he’s not even that good!" reo suddenly snaps, arms crossed over his chest, and it’s definitely not about soccer anymore.

"overrated." nagi huffs, reaching for the remote with way too much effort for someone who usually refuses to walk more than five steps unless bribed. "this is getting tiresome. let’s watch something else."

"i agree.” reo grumbles.

he changes the channel and some stupid cartoon animation starts playing. you blink, unable to believe their childish jealousy. "are you two serious?"

after that, you realise that your type must be immature men. you also make a mental note to never again disclose even the notion of having a celebrity crush around them. but the incident ultimately makes you realise that you probably could try a little harder to understand the sport they love.

so a few days later, you casually bring it up over breakfast. "would it be okay if i played soccer with you guys sometime?"

and just like that, your two boyfriends are choking on their orange juice. nagi slowly blinks like he misheard you, and reo’s staring like you just proposed. which, to be fair, you might as well have.

because the idea of you wanting to play soccer with them, of you wanting to be part of something they love so much? it makes their heart warm. to their knowledge you’ve never really played before, but that doesn’t matter, because they’re already jumping at the chance to say yes.

nagi nods his head curtly. "i’d be okay with that."

meanwhile, reo’s practically bouncing up and down, unable to contain his excitement. "of course we can play together! i’ll get you whatever you need. shin guards, a personal coach, hell, i’ll rent out the local park just so we can–"

"my backyard is fine." you quickly respond, grabbing onto his shoulders to stop him from freaking out any further.

he pauses, your touch grounding him. "you sure, princess?"

"yes! i don’t wanna pursue it or anything like that, i just know how much you two really enjoy it. so, why not? i wanna spend time doing something that you guys like." you quietly admit. and that response has them absolutely melting. it’s settled. cemented. you’re all going to play soccer together.

and so, the day eventually rolls around.

like promised, it’s nothing serious, just the three of you preparing to play a game of soccer in your oddly spacious backyard.

nagi’s half-asleep placing some cones down in vague formations, like he’s making it up as he goes. and reo’s struggling to get the portable goal net upright. when finally, you finish getting ready.

"we can start now!" you announce, stepping outside.

with your compression shirt hugging everything, a form fitting skirt to match that swayed with every step and the final kill shot; a pair of baby pink cleats that are so offensively cute, it’s truly a miracle the grass didn’t catch on fire beneath you.

both boys falter immediately upon noticing you. reo can feel his heart hammering in his ears. a noise that only intensifies once he catches sight of your bare thighs under the skirt. and then the adorable cleats just below them. oh god. a cone slips out of nagi’s grip by accident — like the muscles in his hand just went completely slack.

"okay, guys, i’m ready." you rest your hands on your hips.

that’s when the white haired boy suddenly tilts his head all the way back, staring up at the sky and directly into the sun as if trying to blind himself.

"um, treasure, what are you doing?" reo coughs into his hand, voice strained like he’s holding his self control together with nothing more than dental floss.

"just in case i get a nose bleed." nagi says flatly. "it’s a real hassle when it drips on your clothes, you know?"

"guys? is everything okay?" your voice cuts in, extremely oblivious to what’s causing their very weird demeanour.

reo opens his practically foaming mouth. closes it. tries again.

"it’s just, uh," he mutters, "you’re usually supposed to wear loose clothes when you, uh…"

your face flushes slightly in embarrassment, the slip up highlighting how little you know about the sport. "oh. should i change into something else then?"

"NO."

you’re flustered, sure, but also a little amused. they look like they’re about to spontaneously combust and you’ve barely said three sentences. was it really riling them up this much?

"so… i take it my clothes are okay?"

they both nod like zombies, looking a little bit glazed over.

you hum in determination, moving over to the ball and hesitantly kicking it forward, trying to get used to rolling it under your foot. "alright then, let’s start."

reo tugs at the collar of his jersey, letting out a half exasperated half strangled sound. "she’s trying to kill me."

"us." nagi corrects, finally looking back down at you, before immediately adverting his eyes again. "that outfit… hmph. she could’ve warned us beforehand."

after everyone calms down, you finally agree to start playing. and you realise that you’re actually a bit nervous. of course this was meant to be nothing more than a fun game with your partners, where they teach you as you go along, but they were essentially both pro players. who wouldn’t be a bit nervous?

but surprisingly, both your boyfriends' are so soft about it.

maybe you were just too accustomed to witnessing their ruthlessness while in blue lock, because you weren’t expecting it.

but nagi stays close to help your stance. he’ll lightly touch your waist while guiding you, the action sending unwarranted butterflies in your stomach. "other side." he’ll mumble, adjusting your foot with his. "there you go."

you’re definitely getting babied, but you don’t mind it. you actually enjoy how nagi whispers quiet words of encouragement. whereas reo, on the other hand, was acting like your own personal cheerleader, praising everything and anything you do like you’re some kind of prodigy. even though you’re the farthest one from it.

you kick the ball and miss?

he’s clapping.

you then attempt to chase after it and stumble a bit?

well, now he’s cheering. "that was so close! you’re a natural!"

you try to pass but it’s crooked and you somehow trip and plant yourself face first into the grass?

"ah shit–err, you’re doing so well, princess! keep it up!" he’s jumping up and down like you won the world cup.

to say they were being supportive would probably be an understatement. nagi was definitely more patient with you, calmly going through the steps of whatever you couldn’t really figure out. but since reo was able to mask his own restlessness with overcompensating compliments, none of it ended up being too much for you. both of them were a massive help throughout it all.

and the moment you actually start getting into it, oooh, they totally lose it.

you dribble a little. maybe chase the ball across the grass faster without tripping. the pleats in your tiny skirt flutter with every movement, and they’re both just watching with hearts in their eyes. because this is essentially their two favourite things in the whole wide world. together. actually, that might be subjective with nagi because he’d probably throw his iphone into that mix.

also they definitely fight at least once or twice or maybe even a couple times over who gets to show or teach you something.

"i said i was gonna show her that." "mmm. you were too slow."

anyways, perhaps by sheer luck, or possibly fate, you actually manage to kick the ball hard enough to send it sailing straight into the goal. there’s a pause due to your own shock. before you’re throwing your hands up in ecstasy, as the thrill of victory, although barely earned, rushes through you.

"goal!” you gush, jumping up and down in the spot and almost tripping over thin air with the action.

and your boyfriends' don’t even try to be chill about it. reo let’s out a dramatic whoop, running forward before lifting you in the air. nagi trails behind, with a lazy smile on his mouth and his arms already open for the inevitable group hug.

"you did it, y/n." reo commends, and you can tell by his tone that he wasn’t actually expecting you to do it.

"mhm. that was fun." nagi adds, looking genuinely impressed by your effort.

you exhale sharply. "wow, i sounded like isagi just now, didn’t i? he’s such a good player. i don’t understand how he does this everyday with other people."

another moment of silence. oh, there’s that eyebrow twitch from reo again. "we are standing right here."

"ah, yeah. you guys are good players too." you bashfully add, moving to pull them both into a hug again. it’s sweaty but filled with love.

"you wanna go back inside now and take a celebratory nap?" nagi asks, a hopeful note in his tone.

"nope, let’s continue playing!" you chirp, before pulling away to go and grab the ball. the two boys exchange a look.

you continue playing to your hearts content. until it almost starts to border sunset, and you’re way too exhausted to move even another bone in your body. you’re panting wildly, flushed body pressed against the grass as you try to desperately catch your breath. your boyfriends' are all but tranquil as they move next to you on the grass.

"how are you two not dying?" you grunt.

reo shrugs, leaning back on his palms and spreading his legs out. "we kind of do this everyday."

"okay, but, you’ve barely even broken a sweat! you guys are something inhuman."

he chuckles before fixing you with that familiar cocky smile. "just saving my stamina for later, sweet girl."

you scoff, but the implication makes your face flare up anyway. sometimes, you hated reo and his effortless charm.

nagi plops down next to you. except he slides a little lower than usual, casually tugging your legs across his torso like it’s a weighted blanket he wishes to die beneath. "you’re cute when you try." he mumbles, arms locked around your thighs.

you’re too exhausted to react to the mildly patronising tone in his comment. you just groan and continue to melt into the grass.

until they begin inching closer. of course.

reo’s fingers suddenly brush through your messily strewn hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear. "you’ve earned a reward, you know. learning how to play so well. scoring that one goal."

you let out a laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "you’re too much."

"you love it." he hums, already leaning in.

it barely gives you time to register the little soft kisses that nagi is pressing just above your knee. dragging his lips up your thigh. you can barely make out the faint sound of his mumbling. "bet you’re still warm from running." he rasps. "let me taste."

hearing that alone almost makes you malfunction. you didn’t even get the chance to get out of your practice clothes before they’re suddenly pinning you down on the grass, mouths and hands on a mission.

"guys, wait, i’m like, all sweaty. everywhere. this is not—hot."

"says who?" reo challenges, already kissing down your throat. he zeroes in on your pulse point, which is still thrumming from the adrenaline of playing. and now something else entirely.

"says me." you weakly retort, but it seems like they have no shame in their game.

nagi hums, still tracing his mouth alarmingly close to a certain area. "hm. but you did so good."

"we just want to celebrate our little mvp." reo adds with a chuckle, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. if the almost hungry look in his eyes is anything to go.

you scramble for a sliver of dignity. "can i at least take a shower first?"

"no.” nagi whines, fingers reaching for your skirt. "i don’t want you to take this off yet. you look too pretty in it.” he mumbles. "like, too much."

your face burns at the compliment. nagi is so soft spoken to the point where everything he says sounds innocent. even if it’s not. especially when it’s not. that’s what makes it so dangerous. you squirm. "but i’m gross–"

that’s when reo grabs your wrists to press you flush against the grass completely. the choppy leaves dig into your skin; a silent order to stop the wriggling.

the glint in his eyes is almost animalistic, and when he murmurs it’s a strained sound. like he’s been holding this in for hours. "you think we care about that?"

you blink, breath suddenly caught in your throat. what kind of horny demon managed to simultaneously possess the both of them? sure, you knew that exercise was an incubator for endorphins. you also knew that your boyfriends' loved to ambush you with a tag-team. but something about this was different. it had to be their desperation.

your scrutinising gaze flickers between them. "literally what has gotten into you freaks?"

and then reo leans in, deciding to mercifully tell you the truth. his mouth is right at your ear, but the words are just loud enough for nagi to hear, too.

"this whole day all i could think about was having your legs over my shoulders." he exhales shakily. "with the cleats still on."

your heart stutters. and your brain blanks. your thighs twitch without your permission.

even nagi let’s out a guttural sound at the mental image. and that’s when it clicks. that’s why they’re acting like this. they’re being so borderline feral because this is something that has really got them going. like, this outfit. and you, playing soccer, in general. the whole shebang.

your suspicions are confirmed when reo continues. "watching you run around in that tiny skirt has been driving me crazy, too." his forehead is pressed to yours now, barely containing himself. "please."

your face goes scarlet at the pure yearning in his tone. they wanted you this badly? suddenly your brain feels foggy. and your willpower is surely slipping away.

"she’s shaking." nagi comments. "cute."

you let out mortified laugh, finally accepting your fate with a heart that’s beating way too fast for reasons completely unrelated to physical activity.

"i hate you both." you mumble in resignation.

five minutes later you’re making noises that probably say otherwise.

[caffeinatelove]

Are you taking requests?

HI ANGEL YES I AM if you have any requests just send them through and i’ll try my best to deliver well ❀⸜(˶´ ˘ `˶)⸝❀ i will write for blue lock and haikyuu!

[caffeinatelove]

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟdating reo and nagi

𝐛𝐲𝐫: these are just headcanons! female reader, polyamory, intended lowercase, includes swearing, possible out of character / mischaracterisation, fluff, very reader-centred and indulgent, suggestive & sexual themes!

getting together wasn’t something any of you had planned.

perhaps you went to hakuho high as well, crossing paths with the two by getting into group projects and sharing bento at lunch. or maybe you were hired as something like a health nutritionist for blue lock, having to essentially babysit them when reo would huff about his experienced palate not allowing him to stomach such cheap side dishes and then nagi who would barely eat due to his own exhaustion.

either way, one thing became clear immediately: you had caught their attention.

reo made it obvious from the start. or at least he tried to.

he was charming, confident and somehow always knew what to say. time and time again he found ways to be around you. shamelessly complimenting you. spoiling you. doting on you.

the mere thought of having two people to pamper and look after was very appealing. so to say reo was doing everything in his power to get you, would be an accurate statement.

but truth be told, you were a bit oblivious to his advances. under the impression that reo was just a very charismatic man who had more money than sense you figured that he acted this way with all of his friends. because he sure did act like it with nagi.

oh boy, how wrong you were.

then there was nagi who took way longer to confront the fact that he might be interested in two people at once. it wasn’t that he didn’t like you, but he just didn’t know what to do with the feeling. and the confusion only intensified once he noticed how worked up reo was getting over you.

liking one person? sure. but two? that was a thought he needed warming up to!

the realisation hit him like a semi truck one day, whilst watching you and reo laugh together. something unfamiliar bloomed in his chest, realising that he didn’t want to indulge in that moment with just reo.

but you, too.

it took months of forced proximity, lingering touches and moments where it was clear that the three of you were happiest when together, for nagi to finally accept it.

and by the time you made it official? nothing really changed since the three of you had been each other’s for a long time.

anyways, being in a relationship with the two left you constantly showered in affection. because while the boys did have their own moments together, and lots of them, their mutual obsession with you was what truly defined the relationship.

nagi is clingy as hell, especially. not in the traditional way because he’s not really whiny or needy about it, but if you’re within reach? trust that you’re getting cuddled like a doll.

the first time it happens you’re really caught off guard. you assume he’s too engaged with some video game on his phone to even notice you walking past, but without looking up, he’ll mumble. "ah, y/n. sit with me."

pleasantly surprised, you move to sit next to your boyfriend on the couch, but that’s when he balanaces his phone in one hand — grabbing your waist in guidance and pulling you casually onto his lap with the other.

incredibly flustered, you try to balance yourself on his broad shoulders. "seishirou, i can’t really see what you’re doing like this–"

he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder, pressing his chest to your own as he continues to play. "just stay. please?"

it doesn’t matter if he’s playing video games and suddenly needs a new form of motivation. or if he’s just doomscrolling on his phone and needs someone to share his love for mindless media consumption with, or even if he’s half asleep in bed and needs a cuddle buddy. if you pass by, he’s tugging you into his lap. as well as claiming that it’s too much effort to sit alone. (somehow)

reo, on the other hand, is definitely more outright romantic.

i feel like he’s big on those sickeningly sweet pet names, and princess is his trademark favourite. sometimes it’ll be innocent, merely calling out to you. sometimes he’ll say it with a smirk, and sometimes it’ll be whispered against your ear to fluster you.

it’s kind of like a secret weapon — he enjoys how you get embarrassed so easily. and it’s kind of satisfying to see his charm get put to good use again after having to face nagi’s constant nonchalance. which can be a bit of a confidence killer.

and on the note of embarrassed, no matter how much you insist you don’t need something, reo will still find a way to buy you whatever you want. whenever you try to disregard it, it kind of just makes him want to get it for you even more. what you can do? the boy loves a good challenge.

"reo, this is way too much. i swear, i’m not spoiled, i don’t need it.” you’ll ramble, unable to tear your eyes away from the price tag on the vivienne westwood purse you initially swooned over.

he’ll snort. "that’s cute, princess. now tell me which colour you like best, just so i can go and buy both anyways."

nagi, who’ll also be chilling during the mini impromptu shopping spree, chimes in. "i think the leather one suits her more."

"great taste, treasure. here, i’ll get someone to ring up both."

your mouth falls slack in a gape of exasperation.

reo has stated that he’s a guy who typically gets what he wants. and what he wants? you. you and nagi, wrapped up in the little world the three of you built together.

and you guys barely go out anyways, unless it’s reo dragging you to some new expensive place he wishes to visit.

"this is way too fancy." you’ll mutter, looking around the luxurious restaurant. from the candlelit dinner to the impeccable view of the city hanging just below you. it was indescribable.

"it’s not often that we get time away from blue lock. besides, you deserve the best." he’ll smile at you, pretty smug as he can tell how enthralled you are by everything.

"mhm. she does." nagi will hum, biting into his wagyu with surprising energy.

reo will laugh under his breath, turning to face him now although the adoration in his gaze doesn’t waver. "you just like that i pay for everything."

"mhm. i do." nagi responds, completely unbothered as he shoves another piece into his mouth.

when you’re not going on dates dressed to the nines, though, most of your time together will be spent chilling at home. and in the off chance that they’re free for a whole weekend, you’ll usually wake up completely sandwiched between your two boyfriends'.

reo loves spooning you, burying his face into the back of your hair and pressing soft kisses where he can reach. while nagi would be pressed against you like a koala until his long limbs reach reo, totally trapping you in the middle.

"err, guys, i need to get up." you’ll grumble once the time comes, unable to free yourself from the vice-like hold of two athletes.

"no, you don’t." reo will sleepily counter.

and if anything, you saying that just makes nagi tighten his hold. "mmm. stay.”

domestically wholesome moments like that were truthfully your favourite, and as more time went on, the more they occurred.

upon lounging in his house one day, you noticed that nagi had his own 'pet' cactus, named choki. you asked reo about it, not really expecting your other boyfriend to have anything… live, but once he explained it to you, you thought it was totally adorable. it was surprisingly thriving, too. which showed that that your boyfriend actually did have the willpower to take care of things!

even if a cactus was extremely low maintenance.

you found yourself buying a 'pet' flower of your choice to match. bringing it round to nagi’s house often and watering it next to his, as if it were an actual pet going on a play date. he adored this, and entertained the thought of it completely.

reo, who quickly caught onto the whole thing, also bought a succulent of his own in order to not be left out. it only took a few days of him bragging about how his was the healthiest, until nagi quietly pointed out that his succulent was actually fake.

they totally argued about it, reo growing heated in defence and nagi trying to prove himself right by lazily tugging on one of the succulent leaves. it wouldn’t budge, showing its synthetic material, but reo would just swat his boyfriend’s hand away, telling him to lay off his child. you watered your flower in the corner, sheepishly humming to yourself.

yeah, your boyfriends' were very silly. but in saying that, it was also majorly why they were very loveable. and you often found yourself wanting to repay all the love they’d shown you up until now. one day, whilst shopping alone — because you knew that if you went with them it’d be a day to never end — you stumbled upon possibly the cutest sanrio plushies known to man, and you decided to pick one out for both of them.

you land on grabbing a gudetama plushie for nagi. you think it’s extremely fitting seeing as they’re both severely sleepy creatures. which was mostly the driving force behind choosing it. then, going a bit niche, you decided to get a plushie of tuxedo sam for reo. they both looked put together and very handsome. so you thought: why not?

reo pretended not to fawn over the gesture of you getting him a plushie, and a childish sanrio one at that, but he definitely sleeps with it every night. nagi just straight up uses it as his pillow. unapologetically.

now hear me out i feel like they also have moments where they compete against each other just for fun and just because they can.

like one day, you steal one of reo’s hoodies just to relax in, and he absolutely loves it.

"is that mine? you look so good in it. you know what? keep it, princess." he’ll immediately insist, practically drooling over the sight in front of him.

nagi will notice it too, of course, but he doesn’t say a word.

the next day, you wake up with a different hoodie draped across you. blinking curiously, it takes a moment for you to realise that it’s actually nagi’s. it’s basic and black so you don’t come to that realisation for any particular reason other than the fact that you’re practically swimming in it, due to how oversized it is.

"did you put that on her while she was sleeping?" reo will sigh.

"maybe." nagi hums.

"oh my gosh." you stifle a laugh, bunching the sleeves up to your elbows.

reo will heave a laugh, turning to his boyfriend, "you’re unbelievable."

"mmm. but she’s wearing mine now."

jealous nagi is a real concept! like maybe you go to reo specifically for help one day, before praising the boy on whatever it is that he helped you out with.

nagi overhears the entire interaction, simply staring blankly at the two of you, and you think nothing more of it. because that is classic nagi behaviour if you’ve ever seen it.

until later on, you decide to ask him for help with something, maybe like opening a jar or grabbing an item that you keep on the very top cabinet. and he’s fully aware of what he’s doing when he tells you to "go ask reo."

the sheer pettiness in his words makes you giggle, and you can’t help but to ruffle his white locks. "ah, you’re not jealous, are you?"

"i don’t know what you mean." he refuses to help you out for a solid ten minutes before eventually giving in to your head scratches.

and no, these sweet moments you share with your boyfriends' aren’t limited to just time spent away from blue lock. whenever you’re there, in the compound, you’re always checking on the two specifically.

even going as far as to be their cheerleader when you had the time.

reo loves when you call out his name mid-game. he acts all cool on the field but the moment he hears you screaming at the top of your lungs his ego is fully restored.

meanwhile, when you cheer for nagi, it kind of distracts him. but in a way, that kind of gets his head more in the game once he realises it. it’s like your voice elicits a subconscious urge to play harder.

the moment their match is over, their attention is focused on one thing, and that’s on immediately jogging over to you. before you can even react, you’re being attacked with affection. reo kisses you first, it’s deep and full of energy. then nagi follows instantly, pressing slow lazy kisses along your jaw.

of course this prompts immense curiosity from the rest of blue lock. as, whoever was unfortunate enough to witness such a display of public affection, realises that isn’t just some weird bromance you intruded on, anymore. no. something was there. and that’s what led the three of you to eventually confess the truth about your relationship.

“so, uh… how does that even work?"

everyone’s supportive, of course. chigiri snickers, saying something along the lines of how he knew the entire time. kunigami is taken aback by the weirdly modern relationship style, but he gives the three of you a strained smile regardless. gagamaru nods curtly. bachira bounces with excitement for the happy revelation. even rin seems to just shrug at the news.

but isagi’s blunt question still echoes in the confined room. his gaze alters from nagi to reo before finally settling on you. you can tell that he’s just genuinely curious about the dynamic when he adds on,

"like, do you guys take turns? or–"

igaguri suddenly shouts from next to him. "what kind of a perverted ass question is that, isagi?! i know you’re curious, but have some decency like the rest of us!"

"what?!" the other boy immediately turns into a defensive flustered mess. "i didn’t mean it like–i wasn’t talking about that! not a very holy assumption for you to make!"

you can’t help but to bury your face into your hands. reo simply snorts. nagi couldn’t care less; at least everyone knows now.

there were some disadvantages that came with it, too, though. like the occasional bad reaction from the other jerks that happened to reside in blue lock for the time being.

"three people…" kaiser would scoff in his thick accent, eyeing you in judgement once word got around to him. "some relationship. is this not just glorified cheating?"

"not really, no." nagi would hum calmly.

noticing his disinterest, kaiser then tries to provoke your other boyfriend. "aren’t you a mikage? guess that explains the predicament. people with their daddy’s money always crave for more.”

"hey! don’t assume such things." reo barks. he was wholeheartedly about to square up, had nagi not been holding him back.

ignoring them, he then tilts his head mockingly towards you. "and you. so selfish you really need to have two boyfriends? women these days. never satisfied."

kaiser’s misogynistic insult hits you with about the same impact of a soggy tissue. you just look up at him in amusement. "yep."

that was quite a loaded statement to make. seeing as you were more than satisfied with your boyfriends'.

in fact, isagi wasn’t entirely in the wrong to ask such a question. the truth was, you did tend to take turns. it was …less overwhelming that way. although less was subjective. because when it came to reo and nagi, neither of them knew when to stop.

you recalled a few nights ago. how reo would exhale a worn out laugh, sprawled out on the bed, knowing he’s already had his way with you and then some. "hey, treasure, careful. you’re gonna overstimulate her."

nagi would hum, still lapping at your spongy walls despite your last orgasm having washed over you a good few moments ago. "mmm. she likes it." he argues. knowingly.

he’d been eating you out for the better half of twenty minutes. how his jaw wasn’t tired yet was still a mystery. turns out mr hassle man really did have energy for things he deemed important. and turning you into a complete mess? was of utter importance. and it was a victory that came rather easily. maybe you’d be holding up a bit better if reo hadn’t been previously pounding into you at a merciless pace.

“guys.” you’d whine, helplessly reaching for reo who immediately takes pity on you, shifting closer so you can cuddle him, "but i already… three times..."

reo coos, a heavy palm settling on one of your boobs as if to remind you that this is far from over. "you wanted both of us, sweet girl. don’t act like you can’t take it now."

his words make your face flush in embarrassment. and simultaneously, leave arousal coursing through your veins.

“now, you gonna be good and come again for nagi?" his thumb runs across your sensitive nipple, toying with it.

just when you’re about to confess that you don’t think you can handle it, nagi seems to use the last slither of effort he has stored up inside him. lifting his head up slightly, he parts his lips before gently wrapping them around your clit and sucking on it.

with a surprised moan you claw at reo’s chest, entire body trembling at the sheer intensity of the sensation.

“there it is. come on.” reo coaxes, noticing the familiar shiver in your body. yep. you’re close again. you don’t get much sleep at all that night. but let’s just say, your boyfriends know how to take care of you.

the next day, at the blue lock compound,

"woah, l/n-san, is everything okay?" bachira would wonder aloud, noticing the very obvious limp in your step during breakfast.

"yep!" you’d squeak, unable to face the boy without shame settling on your face in a warm red hue.

while you never really paid much thought to polyamory in the past, you wouldn’t change a thing about your relationship now. you loved your two boys, and that wasn’t going to change. જ⁀➴ ㅤᰔ

[caffeinatelove]

can u imagine arm wrestling w Isagi hehehe (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) I think he'd purposely go easy on u or js laugh at u, not in a mean way but in a genuine way cuz he finds the way you're struggling so cute

“𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?”

a/n: I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS IDEA

I NEED ISAGI'S BICEPS TO CRUSH ME WOAH WHO SAID THATTT (dk artist credits sorry)

isagi’s lips twitch into a grin as he watches you roll your shoulders dramatically, giving your arms a quick shake as if you were about to step into a boxing ring. the two of you are seated across from each other at the small dining table, elbows pressed down, hands clasped together. your eyes narrow with playful determination. 

"i’ve been going to the gym for this. ready?" you ask, your fingers tightening around his. 

he nods, clearly holding back a smile. "ready." 

you count down with unnecessary intensity, "three… two… one… go!" 

for a brief moment, you feel resistance. his hand barely budges, but then, surprisingly, it starts to give. you grit your teeth and push with all your might, but his grip gradually weakens, his wrist bending back. with a final surge of effort, you slam his hand down onto the table. 

"ha!" you beam, raising your arms in mock victory. "i win!" 

isagi lets out a soft chuckle, one that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "whoa," he says, voice laced with amusement. "so strong." 

you squint at him, immediately suspicious. "wait… you totally let me win, didn’t you?" 

he shrugs, feigning innocence, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gives him away. his lips twitch like he’s about to burst into laughter. 

"again," you demand, leveling him with a playful glare. "this time, don’t hold back." 

his grin widens, and he leans forward slightly, resting his chin in his free hand. "you sure?" he teases, voice low and lazy, but his eyes are gleaming with amusement. 

"yes," you insist stubbornly, squaring your shoulders. "no mercy this time." 

with a mock-serious nod, he obliges, intertwining his fingers with yours once again. you grip him with all the strength you can muster, knuckles whitening from the effort. you can feel the slight tremor in your arm as you push with everything you’ve got. 

but isagi… he barely moves. his hand stays solid, unwavering. when you glance at him, you find him watching you with a boyish grin, as if he’s more entertained by your struggle than the competition itself. 

"you’re –" you grunt, using all your strength, "– not even trying!" 

he hums thoughtfully, still not budging. "oh. you wanted me to try?" 

you glare at him through gritted teeth. "yoi." 

with a breathless laugh, he finally leans in, applying the smallest bit of force. your hand goes down instantly, hitting the table with an anticlimactic thud. 

your mouth falls open. "that’s it?" 

isagi throws his head back with a genuine, hearty laugh – the kind that makes his shoulders shake slightly. his eyes are bright, completely amused by the absolute ease with which he just bested you. when he looks at you again, you’re pouting, scowling even. 

"hey," he says, still chuckling as he reaches across the table with his free hand to poke your cheek. "you said no mercy." 

"yeah, but i didn’t think you’d obliterate me," you grumble, folding your arms. 

his eyes soften at your sulky expression, and with a teasing smile, he leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your knuckles. "mm. you’re still cute when you lose, though," he murmurs against your skin, eyes gleaming with fondness. 

you squint at him, trying to hold onto your indignation, but you’re already fighting back a smile. you mutter, "next time, i’m gonna destroy you." 

his lips twitch into another smug grin. "oh yeah?" he leans in closer, voice barely above a whisper. "i’ll look forward to it, then."

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[caffeinatelove]

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♡ a/n — happy birthday to one of my favorite boys :)

♡ word count — 484

♡ content —alexis ness x fem! reader, fem! reader, established relationship, reader and ness have a son, fluff, that's it :)

♡ synopsis — HAPPY BIRTHDAY NESS!

The first thing Alexis Ness registered was the golden slivers of morning light sneaking past the curtains, illuminating the bedroom in a soft glow. The second thing he registered was the time.

His eyes widened.

“Oh, shit.”

He never overslept. Ever. Not even after a big win. But here he was, bolting upright in bed with a sudden rush of adrenaline, eyes darting around the room in panic. He threw off the covers and scrambled to his feet, his mind racing.

The baby. Preschool. He had to get him ready.

Heart pounding, he fumbled for his shorts, trying to shove one leg in while simultaneously hopping toward his sneakers. His foot got halfway into one before he lost balance and the shoe went flying across the room.

“Damn it—”

Then, he smelled it.

Something… sweet?

His frantic movements halted, and his nose twitched. A rich, buttery aroma filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of vanilla. He blinked, momentarily stunned, before following the scent down the hall and into the kitchen.

The moment he stepped inside, a burst of color exploded above his head.

Confetti rained down around him like tiny, shimmering stars, and for a moment, Ness could only stand there, breath hitching, as if he’d walked straight into some kind of magic trick.

And then, he saw you.

You, standing there in one of his shirts—his favorite one—your hair still tousled from sleep, a warm smile lighting up your face. And in your arms, your son, dressed in a tiny magician’s uniform, a small confetti popper still clutched in his chubby fingers.

“Happy birthday, Ness,” you grinned, dropping the empty confetti popper to the floor before wrapping your free arm around his waist.

Ness stared down at you, still breathless from the rush of panic that had transformed into something entirely different now—something softer, something that made his heart squeeze almost painfully in his chest.

Then, he glanced over at the kitchen counter, where a stack of pancakes sat proudly, absolutely drowning in syrup, topped with a cluster of candles—enough to be a legitimate fire hazard.

He exhaled a laugh.

“Thank you,” he murmured, leaning down to press a lingering kiss against your lips, his hand resting at the small of your back.

You pulled away just enough to look at him, eyes twinkling. “Any birthday wishes?”

He took a moment, letting his gaze sweep over the scene before him. You, beautiful as ever. His son, giggling as he pulled a plush bunny from the magician’s hat he was supposed to be wearing. The warmth of the home you shared.

Ness shook his head, smiling softly. “Nothing comes to mind.”

A beat passed before he added, teasingly, “Maybe besides eating those pancakes?”

You laughed, swatting at his arm playfully.

If anything, Ness should be asking you what you wished for—because you’d already given him everything he’d ever dreamed of and more.

me and ness are literally married idk what yall are talking abt.

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tag(s) — @ohagiyo

[caffeinatelove]

listen i love "kageyama whose so touch starved he freaks out & doesnt know how to handle the slightest bit of physical affection at all" as much as the next person. HOWEVER i also think it would make a lot of sense if he was just. a normal dude. Who Is Not Used To Physical Affection so whenever his teammates hug him or smth he just goes ?? ok. and goes on with his life.

so like everyone's surprised but kageyama kinda just becomes the go-to huggable person in karasuno?? like whenever someone (specially the clingier ones like hinata or nishinoya) want cuddles they just go to him cause he kinda just. stands there and goes sure why not.

and maybe one day in training camp kuroo or someone goes "haha hey kags little question... why do u.... like.... y'know..... do that?"

and Kageyama's got at least two (2) of his teammates sitting on his lap playing with his hair and he looks at kuroo with a straight face like "wdym"

[caffeinatelove]

kageyama tobio is the friend groups boyfriend

facetime call… tobio <3

“sorry, guys, my boyfriend’s calling me.” you excuse yourself to the next room, closing the door to muffle the laughs coming from your friends.

swiping to answer, you’re immediately greeted by an unflattering shot of tobio’s nose. suppressing the giggle threatening to escape, you’re about to greet him when he goes,

“they’re out of mango, is peach okay?”

you’re confused.

“sorry?”

“i know she like mango green tea, but they don’t have it.” your boyfriend moves the phone back for you to recognize the interior of the bubble tea shop you always go to. it suddenly hits you that he’s not only grabbing drinks for you and your friends without asking, he remembers all your orders as well. you can’t help but coo at how sweet he is, missing your two friends sneaking up behind you and looking over your shoulder at the screen.

“hi tobio!” they both greet, and you see the phone shake as your boyfriend raises his hand to wave before returning to his unflattering pose.

“they don’t have mango green tea today, is peach okay?” he repeats his initial question, and you look at your friend for an answer.

it takes her a second to realize he’s speaking to her, “do they have lychee?”

you see tobio’s eyes look towards the board, he nods his head in confirmation.

“i’ll see you soon.” he says. “love you, baby.”

you can’t help but grin at him, repeating the phrase as your friends fawn over the two of you.

after you hang up, you can’t suppress the grin on your face as you all move back to the living room of your apartment, mind completely occupied with the fact that you have the most amazing boyfriend in the world. it’s only when you feel a buzz from your phone that your grin turns into a full on laugh.

tobio <3: btw what are their names again?

[caffeinatelove]

Peer Pressure- Kyle Broflovski x Shy!Reader (fluff)

Part 1 x, Part 2 x, Part 3 x

Summary: You and Kyle have been going steady for a while, and it's been wonderful. But it seems like everyone else is doing much more than you two, is that a problem?

A/n: I originally wasn't going to write more for this series but had a wonderful request to continue it from @gaaraismyboyfriend! I wanted to time skip a bit since they're kind of already established. I also may have written this to make up for my own shitty boyfriends in hs

Warnings: none? Mention of sex and tits I guess but not smut.

Kyle was the perfect boyfriend. You were absolutely, without a doubt, sure of that.

It had been months of sweet dates, long walks, study sessions, and visits to the local park. Three lovely months where you got to know him, everything that made him the boy that gave you butterflies and so much more.

Kindness seemed to radiate from him when it came to you, always checking in and ensuring that you were doing alright. He was sweet and polite at first, just as nervous and tentative as you were, but over time began to show some of his silliness, cracking you open and loosening you up.

Small, stolen moments, a brush of the lips between classes, kisses shared grew between the two of you as you found comfort in one another. Back then you had never once imagined the two of you tangled onto his bed, lips and tongues seeking solace with each other. Of course, you still became embarrassed as whimpers and other sounds made their way out of your mouth, but Kyle only seemed to love them, pushing harder against your lips.

There was something about the way he looked at you when he pulled away, the need to breathe becoming too great to ignore. Green eyes intensely peering at you, taking in every inch of your face, so filled with affection that you felt nothing but warmth bloom.

Unfortunately, these sessions never lasted long. Steps stomp up the stairs eventually banging into Kyle’s room, revealing Ike Broflovski equipped with a wide grin.

“Ike! Out!” Kyle was always exasperated with the kid. From weird new slang to just being an annoying little boy in general, he was always at his limit. He had often told you how Ike was lucky he had you as otherwise he’d resurrect his little game of ‘don’t kick the baby.’

“Sheesh, no need to be so quick!” with a wicked glint in his eyes, Ike laughed. “It’s not like you’re getting any anyway, loser!” Slapping the door he left, leaving Kyle to flip the bird at empty space. The whole interaction wasn’t unusual, as you came to find out. It honestly would've been funny had you not already had that particular activity on your mind.

The more you got to know Kyle, the more you spent time with him, the more you were aware that he was a boy. The smell, the voice, his laughter, these things you had already known about, but always being in close proximity to him made them more distracting. 

You had heard girls in Gym talking about boyfriends and hookups, giggling filling the locker room. Stories of steamy nights in cars and love filled rendezvous had you blushing into your own little locker, little ears listening eagerly. Boys, from their talks, always seemed interested in one thing for the most part - sex. The thought of that terrified you. 

The past few weeks, the idea of it had been bouncing around in your head. Was Kyle thinking about that sort of thing? Has he already done that? What if you weren’t ready? It went on and on, filling your brain with anxiety.

Kyle never once pushed you. Never asked for anything more, or tried to sneakily maneuver his hands anywhere else. Even in the middle of making out, his hands stayed respectful, not once straying from your hips or face. You had no issue with that at all, but a small part of you wondered if maybe he did want those sorts of things…just not with you. 

___

“...and then she flashed me those nipple rings!”” Kenny held up his hands, mimicking a camera shot. “I’m telling you boys, it was bee-aye-yew-ti-full!”

“I a-a-always wondered if that w-was true or just a rumor,” Jimmy snickered.  ��Gotta say, you are a l-l-lucky man, Ken.”

“What can I say, tits love me!”

Kyle laughed with the rest of them, shaking his head at his close friend’s antics. Kenny’s storytelling was always prime entertainment. Out of all the guys, he seemed to have the most stories to tell, each different and full of excitement. Feeling a nudge to his side, Kyle turned.

“So, what about you and your girl, Broflovski? You’ve been going for a while now, I assume you’ve copped a feel or two.” Clyde winked at the redhead.

“Nah, we’ve been taking it slow,” which Kyle had no issue with. Once he really met you, not just the cute little version of you that gained his interest, he was hooked. Line and sinker. Hell, probably the whole boat too.

“Really? Like not even second base?” Kenny chimed in. The rest of the guys leaned in, eyes on Kyle.

“Second base? What is this, 6th grade?” Kyle gave him an incredulous look. “And you guys know her, she’s a little shy. I don’t want to rush her or anything.”

“If she’s giving you blue balls, I know Nelly’s blind enough to let you take her out.” Cartman’s voice grated his ears, anger instantaneously blossoming. 

“Shut your goddamn mouth, fat ass! I don’t have blue balls!” Stan was up in a matter of seconds, quick to intervene between the two. “And what we do is none of your business anyway!”

“Hey man, we’re not trying to start anything,” Kenny held up a hand in surrender. “You know Cartman likes to start shit. We’re all good here. Let’s just dial it back a bit. Anyway…Tolkein, how’s that one gig going?”

With the subject change, Kyle’s rage simmered. It was just like Cartman to do this, as he did with every little relationship he had growing up. Well, he liked his relationship with you just fine, he didn’t need anyone, much less fat boy, nitpicking it.

Kyle could admit that he wanted to do more with you, he was a teenage boy after all. You were soft and fit so wonderfully into him that it would be impossible not to wonder about what more you both could do. He knew exactly all the things he’d like to do, that is. However, at the end of the day he was just happy to be around you. That in and of itself made him feel luckier than any other boy at that table.

___

“Are you alright?” The worried tone Kyle’s voice took on had you quickly looking up at him. 

“Of course, why?” You knew you had been a little off lately, but around Kyle you tried your hardest to hide it. You thought you had even been doing a good job of it until now.

“Just…if something was wrong, you’d tell me?” A featherlight touch on your shoulder guided you into his bedroom as he talked.

“Of course I would.” looking into his eyes you felt nervous. Here he was being so sweet and attentive, and you couldn’t even talk to him properly about this one thing. The worry that had cemented itself inside your heart kept growing and growing, and it was getting harder to ignore.

It took no time at all for you two to tangle together, lips moving and hearts beating together. Normally your head felt fuzzy during this, the whole world going out of focus as you lost yourself in everything that was Kyle, but today you could only focus on his still hand at your hip. As if he could sense the change in you, Kyle pulled back.

“Are you sure nothing is wrong?” He squeezed your hip lightly before you felt his thumb rubbing soothing circles. “You know you can tell me anything right? You can trust me.”

You bit your lip, thinking about the weight that had been building in your chest for weeks. Hesitantly, you asked the one question that continuously had been on your mind.

“Do you…Do you not want to have sex with me?” Kyle’s eyes shot wide open.

“What do you mean? Why on earth would you even think that?” In one motion, Kyle had you both upright once more.

“It’s just, you never really push for more…I thought that meant that you…” You could feel your throat closing, emotions choking your words.

“You thought I didn’t want to.” He finished for you. With a sigh, Kyle thought for a moment. “Is that something you want to do? Because I was under the impression you were more comfortable taking things slow.”

You glanced away as heat erupted on your face. Just bringing up the subject itself made you feel strange, and to actually talk about it was worse! Gentle hands cradle your head, bringing your gaze back up.

“You know I’m fine with that, yes? I’ll go any speed you need here. I don’t care how quickly we do things, or how far we go.” Green eyes searched yours for a second, as though gauging your reaction. “I’ll tell you right now, it’s not that I don’t want to do anything, because my god I do. Please don’t doubt that. But I need you to be comfortable with the steps we take.”

“I’m not very experienced Kyle, with anything. You were my first kiss, you know?”

“Neither am I! I haven’t done much more than this.” Kyle smiled, lightly caressing your cheeks. “We can take those steps together when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere. I just want you.” A small kiss to your nose punctuated his sentence as he finally let go of your face.

A slam of the door alerted you to the arrival of Ike, his feet already stomping up the stairs. Kyle reached over, grabbing both of your backpacks and bringing them close as he resettled himself on the bed.

“Well, it’s about time we actually do that homework,” he chuckled, looking back at you. “Are we okay?”

Everything from the past weeks seemed to melt away, making way for relief. Kyle just had a way of making you feel seen and cared for, making you feel safe. You loved him, truly loved him, and were falling more and more every time he spoke.

“I love you.” Those three words slipped past your lips before you could stop them. Kyle’s eyes were on you, wide in surprise before a grin began to overtake his features. Quick as a whip he pulled you over to him, arms wrapped around you nice and snug. Pressing his lips to your hair, he inhaled.

“I love you, so so much.” Pressing another kiss onto you, he laughed. “I’ve been thinking it for a while, but thought you might find it too soon.”

“Really?” You strained to look up at him from your position on his chest.

“Really really. Stan’s been teasing me about it for weeks.” He recalled Stan walking in on him scrolling through photos of the two of you on his phone. Kyle had been so captivated he didn’t even notice the boy looking right over his shoulder until Stan loudly proclaimed that he was ‘whipped.’

“I mean…is it too soon, you think?”

“Nuh uh, we already said it, and I plan on saying it every moment I can.” Kyle smirked to himself a bit, knowing how flustered you could get. “Starting now. I love you, I love you, I-”

“Kyle!” You buried your head into his chest, hiding the flush against him. 

_

“This is so goddamn gay you guys.” Ike lightly kicked open the door, a bag of chips crinkling in his hands.

“Ike! Out now! You should be thankful I can’t get to you you little-” Kyle jolted a bit but stayed where he was, hands cradling your sides. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation. Oh how lucky you felt at this moment, even with this small interruption.