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I loved ur bimbo x shidou- you wrote him so well omg- pls make more with shidou <33

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader pt 2

c/w . implied female reader, smut MDNI, fluff, shidou ryusei is INSANELY CRAZY for you wc: 1.2 k a/n . omai gah my first ask 🥹 TY I WAS SO WORRIED I WROTE HIM TOO TAME!! blonde demon fuck 🥰 ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves putting a hand on your thigh when he drives. he has the music turned down - probably something from 'hide' - while he rests his cheek against his fist, staring and listening to you rambling about a cute puppy you saw.

the hand on your thigh squeezes and massages the flesh between his fingers absentmindedly. though he's looking at you, he probably isn't thinking about too much (when does he ever though) other than the fact that you look so fucking cute.

your shiny lipgloss, the animated way your hands move when you talk about how the puppy just kept hopping about and licking your 'fingies', how your eyes light up and shine.

he taps his pointer finger against your inner thigh twice, getting your attention, before leaning close, lips puckered. "got me all winded up doll~ ya look soo cute right now~!" and you pause, face turning hot before you giggle and peck his lips.

i hc him to have insane road rage, and you can tell by how angry he is by how he squeezes your thigh.

if it's just a long line, he'll squeeze your knee slightly, pinching and playing with the flesh while waiting for the traffic to move.

however if anyone does anything else like cutting in front of you or stopping suddenly, he immediately becomes to furious. his hand grips onto your thigh harder, digging his fingers into your flesh in an almost bruising grip. he does it both to relieve his rage and to keep you from flying too far away - even with the seat belt keeping you safe.

"these fuckers don't know how to fuckin' drive? almost made my baby fly out the damn car!"

he has a crazy look on his face. this is the only circumstance his hand leaves your thigh. it flies up to the horn, blaring it and staring right at the car that dared to put your safety at risk.

and the poor people who cut in front of you are non the wiser of the demon they angered. shidou will purposely drive to be beside the car and look inside with his piercing eyes.

safe to say the offenders will zoom tf away.

and when they do shidou will look straight at you wide smile on his face. 'praise me!' and what else can you do when your man protects you as well as he has?

anyone driving past your car would think there was a dog inside because of all the howling

shidou who clings and whines when he had to leave your side. every so often he has to go overseas for a match, and you almost always forget to request for day offs.

"my dumb little doll, makin' me suffer for their actions..." he always sulks, pouty as he snuggles deep into your neck.

he hates not having you be his side, hates not being to hold you, touch you, smell you, kiss you. he'd rather die than not be able to be with you.

for the days leading up to his departure he clings onto you. early morning runs are delayed cause he stays in bed longer, either with his cock buried deep inside, having you cockwarm him or with his head between your legs enjoying what little time he had left.

and when the time finally comes for him to leave has a few memorabilia to keep him going through the days. pictures of you, promises of calls every morning, afternoon and night, your undies, the usual!

might explore this more it sounds kinda fun ngl

shidou who loves your trampstamp. you'd gotten it while he was out of the country and took a picture of it to cheer him up.

you'd heard some of your girl friends got it and it made their significant others happy, so you did it too!

what could go wrong?

apparently a lot. the moment shidou saw the picture - accompanied by the text "got a new tattoo! isn't it cute?" - he went feral.

the picture of you in front of the mirror with your shirt off, undies pulled low to show him the fresh ink on your skin, killed shidou ryusei.

immediately he books a flight home. he doesn't care if the match is tomorrow, his doll got him a present and he needs to have them in his arms and on his dick right now.

he texted you that he was coming back but you didn't believe him. he has a match tomorrow, there's no way he's coming home!

oh sweetheart.

and you have no one else to blame other than yourself when he shows up ay the front door, dripping in sweat and lust, demanding you show him the tattoo.

the look he has in his eye is exactly the same as when he's on the field. the same look he has when he wants to shoot a goal. when he explodes.

and there is a goal here. right in front of him.

you.

shidou who makes you swatch new lipstick on him. red, pink, purple, green, he wants you to paint the whole damn rainbow on him with your lips.

you can bet the moment you return from a makeup store - using his money too, of course - he's grabbing you and sitting you on his lap on the couch and making you bring out your haul.

and you show it to him like you're a makeup youtube creator, hand behind the product and reading out the names to shidou. and he nods along, smirking and watching your child-like excitement over your newest palette.

"oh my god ryu!! look!!", you pull out a cute pink eyeshadow palette.

"ooh, that looks cute doll."

"it's the trixie mattel 'girl talk' palette!! i just saw it and had to buy it! look this hot pink is to die for!!"

and he thinks your rambling is cute, he really does, but all he's really excited to see is the new lipstick or lipgloss you bought.

"and look at how pink this lipstick is baby!"

you're too oblivious to realise how much he perked up, hands gripping your sides tighter, expectant look on his face as he watches your hands take out the products.

"i got this pink, and this one which is a little darker, and this one that's sparkly~!"

"well? what're you waitin' for then pretty?"

and that's your cue to start unboxing them, putting them on your lips and marking up your man.

30 minutes is all it takes for you to finish trying out all your new lipsticks. but you're not even focused on swatching it anymore.

now he's looming over your panting form, strings of drool connecting your lips. your eyes are teary, mascara dripping down your face as your hands grip onto his blond hair.

his face is littered with pink kisses. on his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his chin, his neck, everything all the way down to his naked chest is covered in kisses.

he's gorgeous. that's all your dumb little brain can think when he kisses you like this.

she's perfect. is all shidou ryusei can think when you kiss him like this.

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shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader

t/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, shidou ryusei is crazy for you wc: 1 k a/n . shidou ryusei my beloved. literally obsessed with his crazy ass ugh <3 reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

imagine...

shidou who loves every bit of you. your short pink skirt that shows off your panties every time you jump around, your too tight shirts that show off your body and the way you make him feel like the smartest person in the world.

like - no baby, pikachu is not a real animal.

you bounce off each others energies so well, your dynamic is literally popular jock x popular cheerleader. he'd be at games and look for you in the stands, pointing and blowing kisses in your direction. and you'd return them in fervor, shaking your 'ryu-baby you can do it!!!' sign that was decorated with pink glitter and cut-out hearts.

he once flashed his tits to you while sticking his tongue out. you'd almost returned the favour but your friend stopped you. truly lucky for everyone, cause if you had done that ryusei would , firstly, destroy every camera in that stadium and then give everyone concussions because nobody but him could look at your bahonkers.

shidou who adores how your hands look in his. your acrylic nails that leave a delicious sting whenever they touch him beautifully contrast his own dull short nails that you manicured yourself.

"babe you need to look after your nails! at the very least let me paint a base coat!" you'd pout at him, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him while holding his hands close to your chest.

usually when you went out together he'd hold you by the waist, but every time you get new acrylics he'd hold you by your hands. he loves playing with your nails, feeling the new textures you'd gotten.

he'll let you paint his nails too, makes you promise to get your painted the colour of his tip.

shidou who tells everyone about his beautiful partner. at this point, everybody in the world knew you were together, with how obnoxious he was about your relationship. in every interview he's able to bring you up. doesn't matter if no one asked him, he'll talk about you.

and he almost always gives them a little too much info.

"what i think of the other team? think they all suck. saw one of them lookin' at m' doll and i was gonna knock 'im out! i mean - i get it. they're fuckin' hot but they're mine."

"o-ok, well-"

"ya'll know about us right? i'm taken by her," he shows a polaroid picture of you he put on the back of his phone. "and she's mine. she's so cute too, almost sued dog treat companies cause she thought they were made from actual dogs."

"yes, let's move on-"

"and look - she painted my nails. painted them the colour of m' eyes."

"alright that's cute-"

"she painted hers the colour of my tip-"

"ANYWAYS."

shidou who loves doing makeup with you. yes he only has to do makeup, but he loves distracting talking to you while you get yourself ready to go out.

he absolutely adores helping you put on lip gloss. he has you seat on his lap, a hand holding your jaw while the other holds the applicator. he definitely steals a few kisses first though. wets your lips he says and you just nod along, too dumb to realise that the lip gloss does that for you.

that doesn't mean he doesn't kiss you after applying the gloss though. after making you smack your lips together he dives in like he's going for a goal, sucking and biting your bottom lip. you'd get so angry cause you'll have to clean your makeup up, but he doesn't care too much. he'll just sit there, pink smeared over his lips as you fret over your appearance.

he also loves when you help him draw on his eyeliner. he'll have his chin pressed on your fantastic titties, one of your hands on the back of his head as the other held the liner.

when this happens his eyes always seem to take in your features. the wrinkle of your eyebrows or the way your mouth is slightly open, he loves looking at you.

shidou who has to be pulled back by you every time he gets into a fight. it could be for any reason. they were looking at him funny, they were looking at you periodt, they were getting too close, anything and everything gets him riled up. especially if it involves you. his special little doll he loves so much.

he's got to protect what is his after all.

you'd hold him from behind both hands on his chest as you try to pull him away. "baby they're not worth your time!"

"those fuckers called ya dumb doll! ain't no fuckin' way i'd let that slide!" only he was allowed to call you that. he's growling, dangerous smirk on his face as the veins on his arms and neck stand up. this, you think, is when he's the most sexy.

the only way to stop him is to direct his anger into a different place.

you step closer, pressing your plush breasts against his back, the hand on his chest sliding up to his neck as the other moved to hold his shoulder.

"mm...but baby it's getting really hot here, and i really really want you." you stand on your tippy toes, pouted lips pressing against his ear as you whisper into his it.

his anger almost fully vanishes, gone with the guys who 'insulted' you. now his anger changes to something else, something more...dangerous.

to you, that is. cause you won't be walking for the next few days.

shidou who after tussles with people, lets you nurse him back to health. loves when you play doctor cause he get's all of your attention to himself.

doesn't matter if it's a bruise or if its his cut up knuckles, you tend to all his injuries with loving care. of course, you don't really know what your'e doing but it's the thought that counts! and he won't stop you when you use cute kuromi plasters on his wounds.

yes they are glittery, and pink and cutesy. yes everyone at training talks about how lovesick he looks when he stares at his fingers. but does he care? no.

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can u give us some kind of cringy blue lock relationship headcanons short and quick like the post about the clementines i wanna get the ick but not too much and i think u understand what i mean

Ness says 'are you mad at me' when you don't respond to his texts. And he kicks his feet in the air and rolls around in his bed when you do respond

Reo buys you gifts and gets ripped off. Says "let me spoil you" when you tell him he is getting scammed

Kaiser flips his hair over his shoulder, says "this is for you," runs in slow motion on purpose and his shot gets blocked by the goalkeeper. Worse? He invited you to his practice specifically so he could do that, rehearsed beforehand, and still failed anyway

Sae waits for you to open the door for him (WITH HIS ARMS CROSSED.) even though he was like. In front of you and got to it first. Stands in the middle of the street like he's unaware of his surroundings/doesn't care that he might be getting in people's way

Rin paces around his room in a circle blaring emo 'I hate love' type music with a deadpan expression on his face while he thinks about you 💀💀💀 (He is making an AMV in his head)

Aiku comments shit like "damn 😍" on your posts. Tells you stupid shit like "If you need a shoulder to cry on I have 2 😏😏😏" and then the finisher is "You know you like it 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏" when you call him corny

Bachira is a cringelord who says shit like "teehee" and "XD". Sends random pictures that don't even make sense in that context and captions them "us :3"

Isagi scratches his neck and tilts his head to the side before saying "Thank you" with an awkward smile when you give him a compliment 💀

Shidou calls you sickening, convoluted and overly descriptive nicknames ('my sweet endoparasitic fungus who has taken over my brain') in public and sprinkles in weird asterisk roleplay in his messages sometimes just to piss you off On Purpose

Nagi is a manchild

Chigiri is this

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Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryuusei — Red

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader, Shidou Ryuusei/Reader WORD COUNT: 1.5k TYPE: Humor, Bad Flirting, Petty argument WARNING(S): tw Kaiser, tw Shidou

Kaiser is maybe pissed off or developing chronic depression (or uncovering a long going, underlying mental health issue).

Well, not to be overdramatic, but his life has fucking sucked ever since he came to this wretched place they call ‘Blue Lock’!

More like stupid shit lock, but he wouldn’t be caught dead saying something this immature out loud. Yoichi scored one more goal than he did — an entire goal, one of it, in surplus that is — and made a fool of him. Now Kaiser is spiraling and wanting to prove himself like a loser, when he’s the one who’s supposed to make others feel this way.

What is happening right now, in front of his very eyes, is egregious torture. Cinnamon to sauté the pear of anguish in.

He went looking for you in an only slightly creepy stalkerish way, which he already wasn’t happy about, since he had to walk around this soulless building and see too much of it at once. And when he finally finds you in one of the few communal spaces (gross, by the way), what are you doing? Betraying him by talking to Sae’s pink pervert and laughing. Your audacity to have fun while Kaiser is suffering is insolent. Ness should give you a yellow card for that.

Even if it’s below him, Kaiser can prove himself, though, both on the field and when it comes to strange rivalries with questionable undertones. He is better and more deserving of all attention, including yours, and he’s going to show you. He’s going to show you so hard, you’ll regret your ignorance so much that you’ll drop out of here and go back to school or whatever the fuck.

With this objective in mind, he reminds himself to act natural and walks up to you. In fact, Kaiser is confident no one has acted this natural before.

“Hi,” he says in an unnecessarily firm tone, with the most forced smile of all time. Maybe he should’ve come up with something before interrupting your conversation, now that he thinks about it.

Your heads snap in his direction at the same time with a weird synchrony. “Hi,” Shidou mocks, imitating Kaiser’s expression, going as far as to suck in his lips to make it seem more exaggerated and stupid.

Somehow, this situation strikes you as awkward, so you settle for staring at him expectantly. He probably had a reason to approach you, right?

“How… are you… doing?” Kaiser asks, ignoring the bug in favor of swinging an arm around your shoulder and leaning in way too close to your face. This is mostly an action meant to distract you from how strange he is acting. The only language he is proficient in is shit talking, so now he finds himself at a loss for words.

Shidou, however, is adept at smelling weakness. Without thinking twice about it — pathologically impulsive — he pushes Kaiser off of you, and his grin grows menacing. Now he’s the one draping himself over you, and he looks at Kaiser, who seems a bit caught off guard all things considered.

“We,” Shidou points a finger at himself and then at you, maybe attempting to insinuate something, “were doing great! And then the double-rat-tailed wonder came in.”

The who?!

Kaiser maintains a cheerful facade. “I don’t know if you’re aware because you seem quite stupid, but the point of a nickname is to be short. At least my hairstyle obeys gravity.”

“Wow, hear that? No way you like ‘em uptight and snobby like this guy, babe.”

“Really? Because I would’ve thought the vulgar type who treats the plays leading up to scoring a point like edging doesn’t suit you at all. Right, darling?”

Babe? Darling? May God touch these people’s wretched souls.

“Aww, you remember that? You watched me? Good times. I’m getting so popular.” Shidou lets go of you, much to your surprise. Then he stretches like a cat and yawns, overdoing it just to illustrate his boredom with Kaiser’s presence. “Anyway, forget about gravity. Pink is much better than blue-”

“No, it isn’t,” Kaiser argues childishly, crossing his arms.

“-We all know it! And what do you have in your hair? Blue. And what do I have? Pink.”

“This is stupid. They’re just colors.”

“Someone’s mad he doesn’t have pink instead of blue.”

“What? You’re so dumb. You know it’s not natural, right? I made the choice to dye it blue. If I wanted pink, I would’ve-”

“‘You’re so dumb. You know it’s not natural, right?’” Shidou repeats in a snotty tone, then throws you a meaningful glance and snorts, waiting for you to join in on the bullying. Apparently mimicking Kaiser is something he’ll add to his list of things he considers funny from now on.

You wonder if either of them have noticed you’re yet to speak at all.

“Well, what about you?” On cue, Kaiser addresses you. Are you seeing things, or is his eye twitching? “You understand opinions about colors aren’t objective, don’t you?”

Shidou perks up. “What do you prefer? Pink or blue? You love pink, right?”

“No, I bet you’re just… obsessed with blue. I bet it’s all you can think about, along with football, of course.”

“But isn’t pink so much more energetic and wild and cool and lovable?” Shidou flutters his lashes and strikes a pose as if he’s trying to act coy but in a manner so overt, it becomes clear he’s not really trying to sell his performance.

Are they even talking about colors anymore?

You shrug, deciding to treat the situation like a game. “I haven’t decided yet. Convince me which one I should pick. Get me on board.”

“I have a car,” Kaiser blurts out. Is this the only positive quality he thinks he has when it comes to his personal life? You don’t know if you find it funny or sad.

“So what?” Shidou asks, unimpressed on your behalf. “I’ve always wanted to hijack a car.” Then he wraps his fingers around one of your shoulders, overcome with excitement all of a sudden. “Let’s go on a date when this is all over and hijack a car! We could hijack his car.”

“See, he’s psychotic.” There is an arrogant smile on Kaiser’s face again.

“You’re also kind of crazy,” you say.

“There are no positives to being with him if you think about it rationally,” continues Kaiser, like he didn’t hear you calling his sanity into question. “Even if you wanted to be a deranged criminal, he’d just get you caught. Me, personally, I could plan it all out with you.”

Scratch that, he’s an overly willing lunatic who’s shielding his emotional dysregulation by talking about logic. Like that’s ever worked for anyone.

“So what if I’m impulsive? There are positives to being with me, duh!”

“I doubt it.” Kaiser’s skepticism is palpable.

Shidou’s gaze returns to you, so he can look at you straight on while delivering his next line. “Well, I’d give you a really enthusiastic massage.” Oh, this is the route he’s taking. Ok. “Jitter up your neurons like you do mine.”

“Do you even know what a neuron is?”

“Even a foot massage?” you ask, amused.

“Sure, I can do a foot massage.” Shidou remains carefree at the suggestion.

“Do you know foot reflexology?”

“No, that’s so boring.” You frown, just for the sake of seeing his reaction more than anything. Shidou tries to amend the situation, “I can learn?!”

“You can’t let him massage you anywhere,” argues Kaiser, and he seems quite offended by the notion. “He’ll probably do it wrong and fuck you up because he’s a brute. You’re gonna get injured.”

“Well, can the blue rose princess do any better?”

“Stop calling me convoluted nicknames. And maybe not, but I could hire a massage therapist with a five star rating or something. How’s that sound?”

“You’re such a robot! You’d rather be with a brute than with a robot at the end of the day, right, babe? Team pink wins all day.”

“How am I a robot?”

Gleefully, Shidou expands on his point with his grin turning even more devious, “It’s not about giving a good massage! It’s all an excuse to be all over someone. And by the way, you don’t seem cuddly at all. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.” His definition of ‘cuddly’ is probably questionable considering it includes Sae, but still.

“What! Yes, I am! Don’t talk about touching me, you moronic deviant!” Kaiser then deflates and seems a bit unsure despite the earlier conviction and aggression in his outburst. “I mean, if you think it’s an attractive quality, that is. But if you find it degrading, then I’m not huggable at all.”

Wow, they’re both suckers. You wonder how far you’ll be able to push it in the future?

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“No guy ever made me cum yet…only myself”

pussy slapping, implied experienced fem!reader. mult. anime characters.

This guy will be delighted, he feels like he’s born to do this with that big smirk on his face.

What do you mean no one made you cum yet? EVER? Those guys must be so bad who uses you to just get off for themselves.

“Hmm? Let’s change that—“ He says through his smirk while he grabbed the back of your knees and spread your legs open, your drenched cunt on full view just for him— aching and clenching at nothing so badly for some release. “Hah— fuck, im going to do you justice baby…” He whispered to your cunt as if he’s talking to it.

He then attached his lips around hood of your clit while his flattened his tongue and lick up the slit. Both of you moaned in unison at the feeling. He then started flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it softly, enough to send you to the heavens.

He continued eating you out messily, both arms hooked over your legs, trapping you in that spot as he buried his face deeper against your pussy. Chants of his name slip out of your mouth as you grip on his locks.

He’s been going at it for an HOUR you felt bad because you still don’t feel that feeling, it’s good but you’re not reaching your high yet. You decided to just… well…. lie.

“Mnngh…. cumming— ahh” You moaned while your mouth hangs open, forcing yourself to reach your release soon, but it just can’t.

He stops, and detached himself from your pussy, he look at you with full of mischief in his eyes. “Were you really?” He smirks.

You gulped nervously. Your silence is enough answer for him. His thumb went over to rub your clit slowly. “Don’t lie to me baby… im doing this f’you y’know?” He gave you a half hearted smile but it soon turns into a wicked smirk, “… I won’t stop until you cum and gushing mess, are we clear?” He cooes, his thumb rubbed faster on your clit as you mouth hangs open again in pleasure. “S-sorry…. please… make me cum” You pleaded through your moans.

He chuckled lowly, almost mockingly. He took away his thumb away from your clit and slapped your wet cunt. “Bad girl” He mocked with a smirk. You moaned at the sudden slap on your cunt, babbling sorry’s. He dived back in again, this time he’s more hungry eating that pussy!

He did stood with his promise not to stop until you cum gushing, because before you know it, you lost track of time already and all you know is you came HARD.

“Ahh… there she is… hmm.. that’s how it should be, pretty” He smiled proudly ad he watch your chest rise and fall as you chase your breath, your kegs twitching and the sheets underneath you is SOAKED. Oh boy… he’s proud that he just wanna pound you hard and make you cum hard again and again just to see you break all over again.

DAZAI OSAMU, GOJO SATORU, MICHAEL KAISER, SHIDOU RYUSEI, Geto Suguru, Itoshi Sae, Ego. Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Chuuya Nakahara, Karasu Tabito, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, SANZU. … Your faves!

WROTE THIS IN CLASS HAHENSHSHAJS

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our first valentines day

Too all my single booboos out there. If youre feeling lonely or sad because you dont have an valentine today, remember, you can always be your own 😘

So do some selfcare and enjoy whatever you wanna do today!

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can I make a request ? 💗

About reader working as a stripper in a nightclub in which Shidou ofc is a regular guest x3 and him wanting to fuck reader so badly since shes his fav dancer there and reader always saying no until one night... 😏 Yk, pretty please, i need this so badly 😭💗🖤

mmm!! im literally drooling. here ya go :p

warnings: slight stalkerish behaviour, teeny tiny daddy kink, cumdump (?), dumbification, little bit of angst!, licking..?, dacryphilia, biting, root/hair pulling n tugging, slapping, rough sex!! :( ok this is getting too long

“cmooon, babe—“ his annoying voice called out to you yet again, for the.. 1, 2, 3, 4.. you lost count’th time this evening.

you had to admit, he was hot, and paid a good amount of money… just not your type. stripping wasn’t easy, with the amount of strange, men flooding in through the doors each night. you had your fair share of desperate ones, and he was no different. shidou, was it? though, he pleaded for you to just call him “daddy ryusei”, a hand already grabbing at yours as if a big, shiny, glowing, neon pink sign saying “don’t touch the employees” wasn’t on the wall behind him.

you simply rolled your eyes, snatching your hand away from his as you walked away, your hips moving with each step you took, a handful of the men turning their heads towards you.

you sighed deeply as soon as you go to the back, crashing against the couch as your fellow coworkers gossiped and giggled about the “hot blondie” outside.

as if, he’s a total weirdo once he opens that pretty mouth of his.

it had been a few weeks, and that strange man still hadn’t left you alone. every night he was there in the crowd, a grin on his face as he waved to you, fuchsia eyes trained on the way your body moved so well.

of course, he didn’t stop his pursuit to get in your pretty little pants— coincidentally parking his car next to yours, leaving when your shift ended, etc.

you sighed, legs slightly shaking with each step you took as you walked through the lobby’s doors, the cold night’s air hitting your face as the glass slid open.

it had been a tiring shift, and you just wanted to get home to your boyfriend.

he supported you when you brought up the idea of getting into stripping, and was actually happy for you… or so you thought.

as soon as you got home, the sounds of erotic moans and the bed frame thumping against a wall reverberated against your ears.

your eyes widened, and you immediately ran to your bedroom, not bothering to slip out of the uncomfortable heels on your feet.

there he was, your boyfriend, balls deep inside your best friend.

“k-keep going john!” she’d squeal, eyes squeezed shut as she approached her orgasm— a confused and ugly pout appearing on her chapped lips as she peered up at YOUR boyfriend. “what is it?” she’d inquire, turning her head to the direction the man was looking at, her expression falling as she realised…

“it’s not what it looks like, i swear! let us explain!” they’d shout in a panic, scrambling to throw their clothes on to preserve at least a little of their dignity, their pleas falling on deaf ears as you backed away from the bedroom, back hitting against the hallway’s wall, your head coincidentally bumping a photo of you and your ‘loyal and loving’ boyfriend, whom you thought you’d marry, off of the wall.

you wasted no time in turning around and dashing out the door, sore fear carrying you towards your car where you dug into your purse, trembling hands gripping onto your phone.

you pulled the device out, staring into your reflections as your tears fell against the screen with little splashes, the sound of the two people you trusted most begging for forgiveness and spewing whatever excuses they could come up with.

you looked down at the receipt in your expensive handbag, eyebrows furrowing as you thought out your next decision. you didn’t want to dwell on it too long, and quickly plucked the piece of paper out and dialed in the number— his number, the man from your strip club.

you don’t even know why you did it, maybe because you were angry, sad, stressed…

“helloooo?” his voice rang through the speakers unnaturally loud, his tone falling silent at the sound of sniffles. “um..?”

“hello,” you whimpered into your phone, tears falling down your cheeks as your breath began to quicken, watching your own boyfriend and best friend walk back into your house, clearly going to continue their little “drunken mistake” you had walked into. “can i come over? what’s your address?” you almost sobbed, hoping that he’d recognise you. “this is… shidou, correct?”

“oh, my lovely name!” he’d cry out, immediately adding you as a contact as he typed in his address for you. “don’t cry sweetheart,” he’d coo, voice growing low. he had to admit, the sound of your tears turned him on slightly. and it was finally his chance to fuck your enticing pussy, oh damn— he was hard again. “how far away are you, babe?” he’d hum, standing up from his couch as he strolled towards his bedroom, feet falling against the carpet in heavy footsteps before he opened his drawer, flicking through the various toys stored in there.

“i-i’m around 10 minutes away, see you soon.” was all you said to the blonde, slim fingers wrapping around the gear stick, your pretty manicured snails sparkling under the streetlamp’s dull light, flickering under the starry sky.

shidou was quick to open the door as soon as he heard a few light knocks, his muscular arms trapping you in a bone-crushing hug. “are you alright?!” he’d say, his large hands not so discretely creeping down to your plush ass.

“m-my boyfriend cheated on me.” you sniffled, standing still as you let shidou’s hands wander, too many tears slipping from your eyes to care about anything else.

he frowned, leaning down as he kissed the corner of your eye, before a grin spread on his face. “it’ll be alright〜” he said, before licking softly at the salty tears streaming down your face; causing you to whimper out a quiet moan from the feeling.

from that point, you honestly didn’t remember much. he just tucked his hands beneath your thighs, picking you up and carrying towards your bedroom as his nose nuzzled your tear-stained cheeks.

so you found yourself sprawled out on the creepy man’s bed, the very same man who had waited at your work and begged to do many questionable things with you. he propped one of your pretty legs on his shoulder, occasionally kissing at the skin of your ankles as he roughly rolled his hips into yours.

tears rolled down your cheeks, sobs of pleasure leaving your plump lips. your body bounced back as shidou pounded into you, his thick cock ramming right into your sweet spot, your tear-filled eyes practically rolling into the back of your skull.

“r-ryusei!” you mewled as he leaned down to your neck, his sharp canines biting down on your collarbone. he licked and sucked in response, a pornographic moan slipping from between his lips, wet with your spit from the previous make out sessions.

“sorry, sweets.” he’d giggle, kissing at the forming hickey, grinning to himself at the sight of the bruise. perfect, he thought.

you both knew this was only because you were feeling vulnerable and alone, you just wanted someone to fill you up and fuck you til’ you couldn’t even remember your boyfriend— no, ex’s actions.

his knuckled grazed your cheeks, the back of his palm gently wiping away your tears before he slipped two thick fingers past your lips.

your back arched off of the bed, sweet moans and whimpers being muffled by the fingers pushed into your mouth. you sucked gently on his fingers, tongue swirling obediently as your thigh twitched, you were getting close.

he knew it, he could tell by the way your moans grew quieter and how your breath quickened. “it’s okay baby, you’re close aren’t ya? just sit tight and mmh-“

he tilted his head back as you clenched down on him, gushing all over his big cock and heavy balls without warning, an eager and desperate moan leaving your lips as your eyes screwed shut, long and curled eyelashes fluttering.

he fucked into you with a few more thrusts, relishing in the way your pretty little pussy feels after waiting for so long.

soon enough, he grew closer and closer, pulling out of your greedy folds before shrugging your leg off, his fingers parting from your lips with a soft ‘pop!’ before he jerked himself off, shooting ropes and ropes of his sticky cum onto your breasts, smiling at the bruises ranging from a deep shade of red to a pretty purple littered across your body.

after waiting for you for so, so, long, the many nights he spent stroking his cock to the thought of you and your naughty smiles, your dirty looks, your enticing curves…

oh shit, he’s cumming again.

he collapsed onto you, panting softly as a hand reached to push a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “ya feeling alright, sweetheart?” he’d ask, a sultry tone in his voice as he narrowed his eyes at you, a thick finger tracing your arm. “ya think you can handle another round?” he teased, poking at the fat of your hip.

he didn’t even wait for a response, simply planting his big hands onto your waist, flipping you over and pushing your head into the cushy mattress. he grasped a pillow, propping your ass up before slipping back into your folds. it was fairly easy, considering the amount of times he had made you cum that night.

he knew this was temporary, but he couldn’t help but think of you as a sweet little cumdump, a perfect cocksleeve for his large dick.

“ya take me so well, sweets〜” he’d chuckle, a breathy moan escaping his lips as he settled, before harshly pounding back into your pussy.

the wet and sloppy sounds of his bald slapping against your asscheeks echoed against the walls, your loud moans being swallowed by the bedsheets as your hands clutched at whatever you could.

with a particularly delicious thrust, he had you squirting all over his dick, a satisfied smirk on his face as he continued, a hand slamming down against a cheek.

you whined, tears forming in your eyes once again.

“ryuuu—“

SLAP!

“come on, pretty baby. just keep that mouth of yours for moaning, alright? don’t wanna hear—“ he thrust into your folds, groaning before he continued. “i don’t wanna hear another word come out of your mouth other than ‘daddy’ or ‘yes, that’s it’ okay?”

you couldn’t even comprehend any of his words at this point, mind consumed by the way his tip was kissing your cervix, fucking you better than you’ve ever felt before.

why didn’t you let him hit earlier? if you knew he was this good you would’ve dumped that cheating son of a birch earlier.

“right there—!” you scream into the comfy bed, and ryusei grinned in response, slapping your ass once again.

“ya like that? my cute little slut.”

maybe it was wrong for him to call you ‘his’.. but he couldn’t help it, not with the way you were taking his dick so good, just like an obedient little whore. his obedient little whore.

“mine, mine.” he found himself growling about making you his as you came once again, your jaw slacked with drool dripping down your plush lips, eyes crossed together as you mumbled agreements to whatever he was saying.

“nobody’s ever fucked ya like this, huh?” he asked, a hand planting itself in your roots as he tugged, pulling your face up as he leaned down to your ear, his words almost barely being heard.

you nodded in response, a sob leaving your lips as shidou tugged again.

“tell me, tell me who’s fuckin this needy little girl so good? who is it?” he hissed, voice growing louder and louder with each harsh thrust of his hips.

“y-you areee!”

“who?!”

“daddy ryusei!”

@erea01 @shironagi @isagispuzzlepiece

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[erea01]

CINNAMON BUN — SHIDOU RYUSEI

summary — whenever shidou attracts attention from girls, he doesn’t turn it down. but why would he? that’s what you’re for.

contains: female reader, penetration, semi public (car sex), a creampie, pet names including cinnamon bun, jealous reader, shidou being himself (gross), he’s in his twenties.

note: shidou nation where r u .. shidou nation come home

ryusei has a bad habit.

a bad habit of letting other girls flirt with him. he doesn’t return the energy of course, but he won’t exactly deny it either. he’s not going to flirt back—nor give off the impression that he likes what’s being said to him, but the words stop or i have a girlfriend probably won’t leave his mouth either.

why? well, you have your theories.

you’re sure he get a little ego boost out of it—out of knowing that there’s someone other than you who wants to get in his pants. because let’s be honest—no one that flirts with your boyfriend has the intentions of starting a fairytale romance with him. he draws attention simply because he looks like he’d be fun for one night and one night only.

but really, he doesn’t entertain that.

in fact, sometimes he won’t even open his mouth in that situation. instead, he’ll stand there with a shit eating grin on his face until the moment you inevitably arrive back at his side.

because ryusei only lets other girls flirt with him when you’re around.

⋆

“shidou, right? i wouldn’t mind leaving with you.”

you’re standing nearby, within both earshot and plain view of your boyfriend when you hear these words.

clubs, bars—neither are your usual idea of a fun evening, but ryusei likes going to them for a few reasons. one, he gets to bring his hot girlfriend along with him. two, he gets to be the guy at the bar with a hot girlfriend. three, he gets to see his hot girlfriend in a hot outfit—if he’s lucky.

and tonight he is, because here you are—skirt sitting pretty on your waist, lips glossed pink, listening in as another girl hits on your boyfriend.

how fun.

getting onto the tips of your toes, you furrow your brows and peer over the shoulder of a man who’s inconveniently placed himself in your line of sight. while at your peak—you absorb as much as your eyes can handle.

first—ryusei’s sitting at the bar counter about a chair and a half away from you. he’s leaning back, glass in his hand, and if you had to guess—you’d say he’s chewing on the straw sticking out of it. he has his usual black elastic headband holding back his hair, but if you had to guess—you’d say a few of his little baby hairs have escaped it’s grasp by now. second—his company is lingering over his left shoulder, with a hand resting on the back of his chair. she’s standing up, so she’s looking down on him slightly, and she’s smiling too.

ideally, the third piece of information you take in would be the words leaving her mouth—but you think hearing her initial line must’ve been a fluke anyways, especially with how busy it is. instead, what you catch is her hand moving—in what you swear is slow motion—to the back of his neck.

you trust your boyfriend, one thousand percent.

he’s made it blatantly obvious that his obsession with you runs deep—it would probably classify as being unhealthy, even. but if that’s the case, why isn’t he moving?

doesn’t matter.

you can move, and you are—swiftly abandoning your task of getting your hands on a drink menu as you begin closing the gap. you take a detour around the tall gentleman—brush past a couple of people, and come to a halt behind them.

you feel your stomach do a backflip or twelve as you stand there, waiting to be noticed.

ryusei must have a sixth sense when it comes to you, because it’s only mere seconds before he’s peering over his shoulder and locking eyes with you—straw indeed tugged between his teeth as a grin blossoms behind it.

but he doesn’t do much else.

on the other hand, you don’t receive a whole lot from the girl to your left either—an unimpressed stare at best. it’s clear that neither has anything to say to you, and so you speak up.

“that’s my boyfriend,” you announce, and you don’t mean for it to happen, but the words come out like the tip of a blade—incredibly sharp.

they pierce through her, and judging by the way she’s retreating—you’re certain your message is received. the tiny little hearts in ryusei’s eyes are merely nails in her coffin.

she vanishes into the crowd, and soon it’s just you, your boyfriend, and the arm he’s snaking around your waist.

he sets his glass on the counter of the bar, turns himself in your direction, and spreads his legs a little bit—silently requesting for you to stand in between them, closer to him.

you don’t do much—other than stare.

“what’s up, buttercup?” he hums, tilting his head at you when you don’t accept his invitation.

“what the hell do you mean what’s up?” there’s a sour taste flooding your mouth courtesy of your boyfriend’s casualness, and you’re sure it’s visible on your face—likely in the form of some furrowed brows and a little frown. “did you forget that you have a girlfriend?”

ryusei’s eyes widen, and for a brief second you think you’ve caught him off guard, but then his tongue darts out of his mouth—licking over his lips before they morph into a cheshire cat grin.

big or small, any change in your attitude is always going to have his ears perking up and his tail wagging—because as much as he loves when his girlfriend is a perfect angel for him, it turns him on when you start acting like anything less.

“how could i forget this pretty face?” he coos—putting on a faux pout as he reaches up to cup your cheek.

his gaze floods with lust as he looks at you, and even more so when he glides his thumb across your bottom lip—slightly smearing your gloss in the process.

“apparently it’s pretty easy,” you mutter, pushing his hand away and avoiding his gaze by casting yours off to the side.

“hey,” his voice is a bit firmer, and he uses that same hand to grab your chin—forcing your eyes to meet his. “don’t be like that, cinnamon bun.”

ugh.

you unintentionally earned yourself that atrocious nickname after your first ever real argument with him. it didn’t last long—a few hours tops (he can’t live without your attention) but still, he said he’d accept a punishment for his behaviour. his mind was, without a doubt, in the gutter when he made that little deal—and so naturally, you told him he wasn’t allowed to finish inside you for a week.

the world might as well have been ending.

but, your boyfriend is spoiled beyond belief. you ended up letting him fuck you anyways simply to avoid having to deal with his shitty attitude and complaining. the one condition was that he had to cum on you instead of in you, and well, it didn’t take long for cinnamon bun to catch on.

you used to hate the name, but you’re more or less immune to all the weird shit that leaves his mouth by now. still, he has a knack for using this one exclusively when you’re mad—or when you seem like you’re about to be.

“ryusei,” you sigh in annoyance, but still draw a bit closer to him—placing yourself between his thighs with a pout. you need to know. “why can’t you open your damn mouth and say you have a girlfriend? you have no problem opening it any other time. do you like it when other girls hit on you?”

of course he doesn’t.

what he does like however, is when his girlfriend sees, and she comes over to intervene. it’s hot as fuck. the words he’s my boyfriend leave your mouth and his dick starts throbbing in his pants. yes, he’s all yours—and he wants to hear you tell every single living being in the world. twice.

but if you knew this, would you still do it?

“you’re thinking too much babydoll,” he hums—leaning in to press his lips to your cheek, where he peppers a dozen little kisses. “y’know i don’t give a shit about anybody else.”

the way he dodges not just one, but both of your questions pisses you off—even though you know he’s being genuine. everyone who knows ryusei knows that he has little to no regard for anyone who isn’t you. that thought alone is able to bring you a bit of comfort. not enough, though.

“i wanna leave,” you mumble.

the bubble that had been surrounding you and ryusei for the past few minutes pops, and all of your senses come flooding back. the static sound of people, the scent of someone’s cheap perfume—the lights, the music, the ache in your feet that stretches from heel to toe—toes that were on their tips for a few seconds too long, all because your boyfriend couldn’t shut down another girl’s advances fast enough. or at all, for that matter.

you definitely, absolutely want to leave.

“yeah? where’re we goin’ cinnamon bun?” ryusei asks—squeezing your hand to get your attention back onto him.

and god, he’s so cute—blinking up at you with his long blond eyelashes and his innocent little smile. there’s a heaviness weighing on your chest, and you’re starting to feel like…you don’t want anyone else to even look at your boyfriend tonight.

“anywhere but here,” you say.

⋆

hand in hand, you and ryusei venture outside.

as you walk towards your car, all you can hear is the little angel on your shoulder. she’s telling you not to fault your boyfriend for any of this. it’s not like he did anything. however, there’s something rather unpleasant sitting on your other shoulder, and it’s telling you the opposite. because it’s not like he did anything, right?

“ryusei, keys.”

the keys to your car—they’re in his pocket. your phone is there too, along with some gum and a little scented hand sanitizer. you didn’t really feel like carrying a purse around tonight.

which, in hindsight, might’ve been a mistake.

“oh, you mean these?” he grins.

dangling in front of your face is, your keys. one of the charms you have clasped onto the ring sways from side to side, almost like it’s mocking you. you swipe at them—claws out—but his reflexes are much, much faster than your own.

“ryusei, i swear to f—”

“relaaax, you can have ‘em,” he chuckles—taking a few steps ahead of you before turning around and winking. “but it’ll cost ya,” he adds.

you’re not sure what makes him think he’s in any position to be making demands, but out of pure curiosity—you’ll indulge him, just this once.

“what do you want?” you sigh as you follow after him. he’s already waiting by your car.

“hmm, what do i want cinnamon bun?” he leans himself against the driver’s side door—spinning your keys around his index finger as he lets his predatory gaze roam over your body like it’s his next meal.

and you can put two and two together.

“what makes you think you get to fuck me after that?” you bark at him—a little harsher than you probably should have.

“oh baby, of course i get to fuck you,” he coos—grabbing your jaw a little harsher than he probably should have. “how else are we gonna get rid of this attitude? y’know i can’t bring you home like this, pouty face.”

“well, i’m the one with the license, so actually you aren’t bringing me anywhere,” you mutter.

ryusei laughs—but it’s more of a giggle, and not necessarily the cute kind. he sounds a bit like a maniac, to put it bluntly. and you have to remind yourself that you’re playing with fire right now. if anyone else were to give him this much trouble—well, they probably know better than to try.

“i’m bringing you to the backseat, aren’t i?” he grins—briefly sticking his tongue out, because it can never seem to stay in his mouth for too long. he then leans in and plants a wet, messy kiss to your lips. “c’mon, lemme see my favourite pussy make a mess on my cock.”

shit. whenever ryusei starts talking like this—it’s impossible to not want to do exactly as he says.

you’re definitely biased, but praise from him is second to none—a little filthier than what most would deem normal, but still first place in your eyes. he knows how to get you going—how to make you feel hot and desired, feelings you’ve become obsessed with—unhealthily, even.

“you’re spoiled,” you mumble—hand now resting on the handle leading to the infamous backseat. “and a brat.”

as you climb into your car, you feel a little warm—like you’ve been standing beneath the heat of the blazing sun for a little too long. except, it’s about ten o’clock, and you have goosebumps littering your arms from the bitter night air.

ryusei appears in the spot next to you a couple of seconds later, the middle seat to be precise. he settles in—leans back, spreads his legs a little bit.

he barely has the chance to finish doing so before you’re lifting your hips and wiggling out of your panties—leaving the lacy fabric behind on your seat as you climb onto your boyfriend’s lap—all without being asked.

“mmm, you suckin’ up to me now sweetheart?” his hands tunnel beneath your skirt, where he grabs onto the fat of your hips.

before you can answer with a snide remark about how he’s the one who should be sucking up, his lips capture yours in another kiss—because he’d be stupid not to. after all, you’re finally where he wants you.

his hands start to knead and squeeze at your hips, and those somewhat tame movements lose all their innocence when he starts grinding you down onto the growing bulge in his pants like you’re his personal toy.

and it almost feels a little too good.

the warmth of his palms against your skin, the way your clit is rubbing against the fabric of his pants—a couple minutes of this and you’re struggling to even kiss him back.

so you allow yourself a brief pause—prying your lips away from his and turning your head to gaze out the window. he’s content with focusing some of his attention on your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin while your heavy breaths threaten to turn into whines.

and now that you’re looking, you note how many cars are in this parking lot. you’re parked fairly far from the entrance, but it’s probably only a matter of time before other cars start to fill in the spots around you. what if someone were to—

fuck.

ryusei plunges two of his fingers, middle and ring, into your cunt—disrupting your train of thought while simultaneously forcing a little mewl out of you.

“yeah, nice ‘n’ sticky for me, hm cinnamon bun?” he hums, sliding his fingers out and holding them up—separating them so you can see that they’re visibly sticky.

“shut up,” you huff, pushing his hand away and turning your head to the side again as a little heat finds its way to your cheeks.

“awww, y’know i love my dessert, baby,” he coos—popping his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“you’re gross,” you mumble.

but you’re still the one who’s reaching for the zipper on his pants. you’re the one maneuvering them down his thighs. you’re the one biting down on your lower lip in anticipation, because you might be the one who wants this more.

you wrap a hand around his shaft, pumping him a couple times before swirling a thumb over his oh so sensitive tip—spreading his pre cum. and you swear you can feel him pulsing, like his heartbeat is in his dick.

either love boners are real, or he’s already on the verge of an orgasm.

“c’mon, fuck me baby,” he whines as he bucks into your hand—patience growing thin with each second not spent inside you.

and it’s so hard to resist him when he looks this good—veins running up his forearms and tapering off, skin glowing beneath the artificial light seeping in through the windows, cock quite literally drooling in your hand.

your gaze flicks to the thin chain dangling from his neck. it has your initial on it. beneath that, there’s a familiar graphic on his shirt. you bought him that. lower down, you catch sight of his wrist. there’s a pink beaded bracelet there that spells out your name, followed by ‘s slut. you gave that to him as a joke, not expecting it to ever be worn.

wait, why are you mad again?

as you hover yourself over him, you can’t seem to remember. so you sink down—holding your skirt out of the way to let him see his cock disappear.

a breathy laugh leaves ryusei’s mouth, and then he groans, “shit, so fuckin’ tight babydoll. tryna make me cum already?”

you lean in to kiss him—hands roaming his chest as his own find their way back to your hips. he pulls upwards, and you obey the silent command—lifting yourself up and then back down, quickly finding a rhythm.

ryusei tilts his head back, leaning it against the headrest as he watches you with a hungry gaze.

but he’s not making you do all the work. he’s still using his strength to aid your movements—helping you bounce yourself along his shaft. and he’s angled perfectly—curved perfectly—giving you all pleasure and no pain, while making sure to rub against that little textured spot inside you.

“ryu, more,” you whine—back arched, nails carving crescent moons into his shoulders.

“yeah, that’s it baby,” he praises, letting his own nails dig into your waist. “pretty pussy’s feelin’ good, ain’t she?”

you respond with a moan—shifting a hand to his bicep for support and nearly cumming right then and there over how deliciously flexed they are, simply from the tight grip he has on you.

and it wouldn’t surprise him. all you’ve done is rile each other up all evening, so neither of you is expecting this to last much longer.

“gonna let me nut in you cinnamon bun?” he breathes out, gaze shifting from your hand to your eyes. “hm? gonna let me fill your sweet cunt to the brim?”

and what’s going to get you to say yes? maybe…

he runs his hands up your sides—slipping his fingers beneath your top and pushing it up. once he has your tits in his face, he sticks his tongue out—kitten licking at one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth and humming in content.

“f-fuck, yes,” you gasp, arching into him further.

and he grins—he doesn’t stop his little makeout session with your tits, but he grins, and then changes his movement. from up and down to back and forth, he begins grinding you along the length of his cock—pushing you closer and closer to release.

you think your lips might be torn to shreds soon with all the biting you’re doing. you don’t want to risk a passerby hearing this—so you’re trying, really hard not to be loud, but it’s really hard not to be loud.

“ryusei!” you squeal, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel that first pulse from your walls.

and that’s as much warning as he gets, because one pulse turns to five—and soon your cunt is fluttering around him, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth as you crumble against him.

he groans, looping an arm around your waist to keep you in place. “shit, my turn babydoll.”

with his face nuzzled in your chest, and his dick twitching with excitement, he cums—throbbing a thick load into your cunt. and it’s a lot. a few lazy thrusts from your boyfriend causes a wet squelch to ring out, and a different you might find that sound embarrassing, but tonight—it’s music to your ears, because it’s only for your ears.

and god, you feel so much better. your bad mood has evaporated into thin air, and you no longer care about tonight’s events. well, the events that happened prior to entering your car.

but you also feel like you owe him something.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble, pulling back to look at him. and you don’t mean for it to happen—but your pout reappears for an encore. “do you still love me?”

he chuckles as he reaches a hand up—using it to squish your cheeks. “you’ve got my cum leaking out of your cunt, course i fuckin’ love you,” he coos.

you smile and snuggle back into him.

“yeah, you’re sexy as shit when you’re mad baby,” he hums. “we gotta do this again.”

and maybe you will.

maybe you can let other girls flirt with ryusei, so long as this is the romantic fairytale ending you get every time.

[erea01]

— Shidou Ryusei

Masterlist.

So what if he played dirty to get here, can you really blame him? When the reward is the biggest trophy there is—

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, spanking, no prep, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, cum eating, cum swapping.

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x f!reader.

Word Count: 2.0k.

A man who’s reputation preceded him, rumours swirling about the numerous exploits he was involved in that had to be covered up. Non-disclosures paired with hush money meant the internet was buzzing with convoluted theories about what Shidou Ryusei got up to when he was off the pitch.

But no one really knew the truth— for a man that was seemingly so dangerous and depraved, he was always focused on the win. Trophies and titles are only so important when they’re earned, the thrill of the chase almost more exciting than the prize itself.

Not this time, though— this time the prize was well and truly worth the chase. Leaving a line of deflated men hunched over out in the locker rooms as he stalked towards the room you were waiting in, ignoring every word that Ego tried to say to him as he pushed the door open. Slamming it shut behind him as he took in the sight of you sitting so quietly at the foot of the bed, towering over you as though ready to consume you whole.

“So this is what all the fuss was about, huh?” Shidou scoffed, shamelessly leaning forward to hook an index finger between the cups of your lacy bra. Tugging at the thin string as your breasts bounced from the motion, magenta eyes focused on your bare skin as the same maniacal grin that he wears on the field appeared, “No wonder those bozo’s are practically begging for penalties now.”

Shidou wouldn’t admit the lengths he went to in order to be the next one to have you. The desire and drive the other members of the program now had evident to everyone around, the way they all played the game now far more calculated and tenacious. Every man stepping up their game for a chance of claiming you next, which meant that Shidou had to adapt. And now that he was here in the room with you, he’d admit it was worth the yellow card he’d received after shouldering Isagi as he was about to score. The poor fucker trying to jog off a hurt ankle for the rest of the match, while Shidou managed to intercept the penalty given and knocked his own goal into the top left corner.

“Don’t worry, Isagi,” Shidou called across the pitch as the players made their way towards the locker rooms. Holding up his fingers in a peace sign towards Isagi after before moving them to his lips to stick his tongue out between them in a lewd gesture— a reminder to his rival of what reward awaited Shidou tonight, and left the poor striker fucking his fist in the showers at the thought of it, “I’ll tell you how she tastes.”

You could smell him, a virile musk that shrouded his form and clung to his football shirt that made your thighs shudder. Clearly, he hadn’t even bothered to shower after the game before finding his way here to you— deciding this matter was of far higher importance as he shrugged his damp shirt up and over his head.

“Aww, don’t worry,” He cooed as he noticed the way your eyes widened at his bold movement, voice oozing with faux sympathy, “I’ll be gentle.”

Shidou broke off into a laugh after, as though he couldn’t even believe his lie long enough to endorse it. Catching you by surprise as he wrapped a palm around your thigh to flip you over, pulling a surprised squeal from your lips as he took in the view of your round ass.

“Shit, that ass is fuckin’ eating your panties, huh?” He was so crass, the words had an intense heat rushing to your face as he smacked a large palm down on your right cheek hard. Splaying all of his fingers for maximum impact as he palmed your cheek after, letting the meat of it mould around his fingers as he shook roughly, “Can’t wait to make it bounce.”

You cried out when he spanked you the second time, the dull ache from the first now ebbing to a sting as he gave the other cheek the same attention. The sensitive skin darkening from his ministrations as he pushed his hips forward, feeling his naked length now perched between the curve of your ass. When had he even—

You turned your head back to see his football shorts left bunched around his thighs, barely enough to free his hard cock. And although he hadn’t been as big as you’d anticipated him to be, nothing could seemingly be as big as his ego. The length definitely made up for his size, forking veins scattered along him as they melded into a bulging, swollen tip.

“Like what you see, babe? And unlike these other losers, I know how to use it too—” He sneered, wrapping a palm around himself to give a teasing pump before slapping the tip of it against your ass, leaving a silvery line of pre against your skin, “On your knees.”

Shidou slapped the side of your thigh as he leaned back on his calves, watching in amusement as you assembled the position. Bracing yourself on your palms as you kneeled, legs on either side of him as he reached out to run his fingers along the crotch of your panties. A guttural groan rumbling deep in his chest at the sensation, feeling how wet the material was before he’d even really toyed with you.

“Does he make you get yourself wet before, or is this all for me?” Shidou smirked, pinching your labia between his thumb and forefinger as he toyed with your folds, “It’s all because of me, ain’t it?”

Knew it, he murmured beneath his breath as he continued to play with you like a toddler with a new toy at Christmas. Rough hands prodding at you as he did as he pleased, thumbing your clit to pull more pretty moans from between your lips before tugging your panties to the side. Grinning as he watched the glistening strings of your slick stick to the fabric and break off against your skin as your tight hole fluttered around nothing. He pushed his middle finger forward, prodding it against your hole to feel how tight you were. Biting down on his bottom lip as he dragged the calloused pad along your inner walls, watching in amusement as you tried to push back into his touch.

“I thought I’d have to prep you or some shit, but looks like this pretty pussy’s practically begging for me, ain’t she?” He snorted, moving into position as he took himself in a rough fist. Lining himself up with your drooling slit as he dragged his leaky tip through your folds, coating himself in you as he slowly began to push forward, “So fuckin’ easy.”

“Oh,” You exhaled, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you as you felt Shidou push into your tight sex, unbothered about the slight resistance as he rolled his hips.

“Shit,” Shidou grunted, “No wonder those fuckers are actually trying now, you got this perfect angel cunt.”

Shindou was ruthless as he started a brutal pace, hands splayed against your ass as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside your wet heat. Creamy rings of your slick circling his length as his balls slapped against your clit with each rough thrust. Your arms became weak trying to keep up with the force of his movements, shaking before you collapsed onto your forearms. Changing the angle of his thrusts as he moved to curl over your body, one of his hands now pressed to the sheets beside you while the other curled into the back of your bra. Roughly holding the clasp as the wires dug into your chest, pink eyes watching the swell of your ass ripple with the force of his thrusts.

“Shit, baby. You’re tryin’ to get me to cum fast, ain’tcha?” He trailed off into a groan as he felt your walls clench around him from his tone.

You couldn’t keep your head up, your forehead now against the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast. The tip of his long cock so deep inside you that it gave your cervix a bruising kiss with each forward motion, certain that you’d feel his cum in your guts if he came inside.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. The pleasure numbing the pain as your cunt cried out for relief, the euphoria swirling inside you as you teetered on the edge of your climax. Embarrassed at the pathetic whines that you couldn’t stop from spilling from your throat as Shidou fucked into your pliant body, overcome by pleasure.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s it— cum on my cock.” You felt lightheaded as the pleasure finally consumed you whole, crying out in pleasure as your climax crashed down around you. Toes curling as your arms and legs gave way, collapsing onto your stomach as your walls pulsed around him.

Shidou didn’t miss a beat as he followed you down onto the mattress, his cock still buried firmly inside you as he pressed the muscular weight of his body on top of you. Chasing his own pleasure as your cunt continued to pulse around him, trying to milk him of his own release.

“That was so hot,” He grunted, chapped lips pressing wet kisses against the curve of your neck as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, “Sound so pretty when you cum— I bet the whole locker room heard ya.”

He was relentless as he chased his own pleasure, the change in position had you even tighter as Shidou felt his balls tighten in anticipation, giving a few more rough ruts of his hips against the curve of your ass as he came undone. Coating your walls with ropes of white, hot cum as he emptied himself inside you.

“Fu-uck,” He grunted, his sweaty chest tacking to your back as he nuzzled your neck. Surrounding you completely with the scent of him as he stayed buried inside you for a few moments, cherishing the sensation of your walls continuing to clench around him in the tremours of your climax before he finally pulled out.

Smirking in satisfaction at the way your slick and his cum left messy strings along the length of his cock, glistening in the fluorescent lights of the room as he spread your cheeks apart to see your stretched hole.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He scoffed, pulling your hips up as he pushed his tongue inside you. Tasting the bitter mixture of his spend laced with the flavour of you as he slurped lecherously at your throbbing cunt, sucking the mixture out if you and into his mouth.

You groaned as he moved to hold the back of your head with his strong palm, fingers digging into the base of your skull at the root of your hair as he tugged your head back. His other hand pulling at your jaw to tug your mouth open as he pressed his lips against yours, letting the debauched combination of your releases trickle into your mouth as he spat. The bitter taste hit your tongue as your eyes rolled back, his fingers moving lower to wrap around your neck as he urged you to swallow. Magenta eyes focused on you with the same depraved smirk on his face as he felt your throat bob, swallowing everything he’d given you.

“God, you’re a bigger freak than me.” He shook his head, leaning forward to give your glossed lips a languid lick before pulling back and making a scene of smacking his lips, “Maybe I’ll let those other fuckers clean you off my cock— see what they’re missing.”

If Shidou had risked a red card to get a chance with you today, before he’d even had you, you dread to think what he would do to get another taste. Stuffing his cock back inside his shorts as he pulled them back up, scratching at his chest as he gave himself a final look at your spent body lax against the messy sheets. Knowing that every single man inside Blue Lock would be jealous of him and the stench of you that permeated from him when he walked back into the room. That Shidou Ryusei currently held the biggest prize in the program.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

And he intended to hold onto that trophy.

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Pairing: stepbro!Ryuusei Shidou x Reader

Rating: explicit

Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: pseudo-cest, toxic relationship, mentioned previous dub-con (kind of?), locker room smut, shidou is strong enough to hold you up to fuck you, and also taller than you, reader has a pussy and tits

A/N: this was sitting in my wips for months. About time I actually finished it.

It happens so fast, just like it always does. One minute the ground is beneath your feet and everything is still normal, then the next, nothing makes sense anymore.

You can’t breathe with him looking at you like this, the way he always has, only now there’s nowhere to run. You can’t use the homework excuse or the so-and-so is coming over. There’s no getting out of this. You’re on his turf now.

“Well, well, look at little sis, all grown up,” Ryuusei hums, that familiar self-satisfied grin on his face. It’s the same one that haunts your darkest nightmares and permeates your most blissful dreams. “Hot shot sports reporter now,” he continues slyly, “just had to find a way to get close to me, didn’t ya?”

You don’t respond immediately, trying to keep your breathing steady and hide any of your old nervous habits. There’s no reason to be frightened—not really—it’s not like this is the first time Ryuusei has leered at you, not the first time he’s taken such purposely slow steps, stoking the anticipatory fire in your belly. You knew the risk that came with covering this match, and you took it.

“Fate has a funny way of working,” you finally manage, forcing a tight-lipped smile that makes Ryuusei laugh, and for some reason that gives you courage. “But, it’s not all about you, ya know.”

“No?”

The locker room is empty. All your interviews and after-game comments have been taken care of. It’s just the two of you now. Again—another situation you’ve found yourself in numerous times.

If it’s so familiar, though, why is your heart pounding the way it is? You’re not the meek 18-year-old you used to be, living at home with a new dad and a stepbrother who visits on occasion. You have more experience now in many different ways, but that doesn’t mean you don’t still feel like you did the first time he sauntered into your bedroom, when he had explored all of your belongings before exploring you.

He had just been Shidou back then, too much of a stranger to call by his given name, and there was no way you would call him brother. You still don’t.

That first night, though, he held your face in his calloused hands, panting into your mouth between kisses, “we’re family now—call me Ryuusei.”

You whimpered the syllables at the crest of your orgasm, and he groaned how much he loved his baby sister as he rode his own climax out. You can still distinctly remember the rising sensation you felt in both your throat and your stomach, nausea and affection, a sickening combination that you wouldn’t understand for the next several years.

“It’s been a while,” he comments, now settling just inches away, his head bowed to look at you. Ryuusei has towered over you for as long as he’s been in your life, but today he seems taller. His hair isn’t even up, damp from his after game shower, but he still resembles something of a monster as he peers down at you.

“Has been, yeah,” you agree, swallowing when long fingers tilt your chin up even further, “almost a year.”

It’s the longest gap between visits there’s ever been, a gap you had filled with your first big career break, with new friends, and a new boyfriend. You had ignored a lot of Ryuusei’s texts, and you know he knows why. It had only taken one strategic ‘like’ on instagram for you to get cold feet, and you had tried to make it work with the guy, but in the end…

“This would’ve been day three-oh-seven,” Ryusei tells you, tilting his head when you give him a curious look then sighing a melodramatic, “I start counting as soon as we say bye.”

You snort, finally able to break away from that fuchsia gaze as you unconvincingly murmur, “you’re pathetic, Ryu.”

His hand rests on the small of your back, heat radiating through the fabric of your top then moving further down. Ryuusei palms your ass for a couple seconds, letting his head hang close to yours and breathing in deeply. He whispers something about your perfume, but before you can ask him to repeat it, he’s hauling you off the ground, strong arms wrapped under your thighs as he shoves you into the bank of lockers behind you.

“I know, I just miss you,” he tells you before attaching his mouth to your neck. Sharp teeth dig into your skin, and you gasp, arching away from the cold metal at your back. “Miss you all the fucking time…” he bites down again, groaning at the pained sound it pulls from you.

Your thighs squeeze his waist, fingernails cutting into his bare shoulders. Ryuusei takes advantage of your tight grip and lets go of your legs so that he can get rid of your blouse. You aren’t surprised when you feel the buttons start to pop—he’s never been the most patient, and it’s not like you mind, not when you know what’s coming.

You can act scared all you want—be scared all you want—but the truth is you’re ready for this. You’ve been waiting for it. Craving it. There were no fucking risks to consider when covering the match; there were promises. Reunions. Of teeth and tongues and hands and hips, scorching skin begging for touch it shouldn’t want but definitely needs.

“Ryu—“ you breathe his name, smiling softly at the way he nips and drools all over your chest, but it doesn’t last long. After marking you like he always does, Ryuusei maneuvers you on the wooden bench, standing over you as he tugs at your slacks.

“The business look is cute an’ all,” he says, popping the button but not bothering with the zipper as he tugs the material down your thighs, “—but I miss seein’ you in my clothes. Prancing around in big bro’s jersey…”

You kick off your pants then lift your hips to get rid of your underwear too, a simple black thong that Ryuusei holds to his nose like the dog he is.

“Just for me?” he asks, batting those thick lashes at you.

“No,” you lie, “just comfortable.”

“Bullshit.”

You’re not all that interested in talking anymore. You didn’t come here to talk. You didn’t take this gig to catch up with your brother. You took it to scratch an itch.

The towel that had been around his waist is now somewhere on the ground, leaving Ryuusei bare and beautiful. It’s annoying—his chiseled chest and perfect six pack… the delectable V of his hips, guiding your eyes to the thick cock that he’s slowly stroking.

“I would tell you a picture will last longer, but…”

“I’m not the creepy photographer,” you scoff while sitting up. “You are.”

Ryu sits down on the bench and manhandles you into his lap. You know you should make him stretch you with his fingers. Fuck, you should make him lick you until you can’t tell up from down. You should make him earn this instead of letting him take it like you always have.

But you can feel his velvet cockhead teasing your already drippy folds, and his eyelids are so hooded, lips wet with spit, and Jesus Christ you have no self-control when it comes to your stepbrother. It’s sick. You’re sick. All you want is—

“Yeah, yeah, just like that, baby,” he praises, hands on your hips as you position yourself over him and begin to slide down on his length.

Fuck, he’s big. Somehow it’s always a surprise. You feel thin around him, let out a little whine that he kisses quiet. You’ve barely taken his tip and your thighs are already trembling on either side of him.

Ryuusei shushes you, a long finger finding its way between your spread legs to rub over your clit. Your hips buck, forcing you to take a little more of his cock, and once you get used to the sensation of his fingertips again, you let yourself melt into it���into him.

“Yeah, that’s right, let me take care of you,” he huffs, licking up the column of your neck as your head lolls backward.

Ryuusei keeps one hand splayed over the small of your back and moves the other to the back of your head, holding you steady so that he can fuck up into you. He’s scalding inside of you, stoking the fire in your belly with every thrust. Moving with him, it doesn’t take long for the sounds of your wet cunt to echo through the locker room, slick squelches that make Ryu growl and fuck you harder.

“That’s my girl,” he pants, “my perfect fuckin’ pussy—“

He glances down to watch you take his cock, swallowing every inch you can, hiccuping when his tip kisses your cervix. It burns and bruises and feels so fucking good. You gyrate on top of him, rocking your hips to meet him halfway, slipping into the humiliating state of needing more.

More more more— “fuck, please, Ryu,” you whimper, clawing at his shoulders again, “need you…”

He hisses the spit from his teeth, eyes going dark, and in one, disorienting second he’s slamming you against the lockers. On his feet, Ryuusei has more power, fucking you into the steel until you can hardly breathe.

You’re dripping all over his cock, making a mess of the blond hair trimmed close to his pelvis. Fingers are bruising the fat of your thighs and teeth threaten to break the thin skin over your pulse point. Ryu grunts deeply—animalistically—voice dark and desperate and sensual as he pants, “this what you need? Need your big brother to fuck you real good?”

“God, yes,” you gasp, on the brink of tears as he fills you up so… so…

“You gonna cum all pretty for me?” he asks, kissing you when you nod.

Your eyebrows are pinched together, mouth open and beckoning Ryu to shove his tongue inside of it. The slide of his dick is mind-numbing, all encompassing.

There’s no wonder you could never fall in love. No wonder your relationship failed. No wonder your mind always drifted to Ryuusei late at night.

He starts circling his hips, stirring your insides while his pelvic bone rubs over your puffy clit. It’s too much—he’s too deep, and you’re too full, too much too much too—

“Oh, fuck, Ryu,” you cry, the back of your head slamming into the metal behind you. You don’t even register any type of pain, already blinded by your orgasm as you cream around Ryuusei.

He keeps rutting into you, pushing wave after wave from your quaking body until all you can do is hang in his grasp and let him do what he pleases.

It doesn’t take him long after that, just continues to plunge into your sloppy hole, muttering the entire time— “missed you, baby, this perfect pussy. She’s so messy for me, fuck, look at you…”

When he cums, Ryuusei presses his hips into yours so harshly, you feel like you might break. Part of you hopes you will.

Warm fluid drips from your cunt, strings stretching to join the puddle beneath you. Ryuusei stays still to catch his breath, resting his forehead against your chest and placing sloppy kisses on your tits while he’s there.

You know reality will crash down on you sooner rather than later, but for now you just enjoy your afterglow, the feeling of being stuffed, of Ryuusei’s drying hair tickling your neck.

From the moment you met your stepbrother, he infected you with himself. He’s like an incurable disease—sometimes dormant but never gone.

2023.©️crybaby-ink. don’t copy, repost, or feed my work to any ai bots.

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𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝑅𝑦𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑋 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑋 𝑆𝑎𝑒 𝐼𝑡𝑜𝑠ℎ𝑖

Not even Blue Lock could rein in Shidou Ryusei, but you could at least tame him temporarily. He just didn’t know the man outside his little prison was already winning you over to use you both for his own benefit.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • Shidou is a warning • smut Shidou only • Dom FemReader SubShidou • spit play • foot play • bondage play • Shidou is smitten in his own messed up way • degrading • 🌶️ • Sae has plans bruh • toxic relationships•

Word count: 3.3k

Reposting this.

“He is acting out of line, again, can’t you do something more permanent? Castration perhaps?”

You laughed, head tilting in the direction you held your phone to it, as your finger wrapped a strand of hair around your finger.

“It’s in his blood and mind, not his balls Ego, his testosterone is an entirely different issue.”

“Yes, which is exactly why you come in, somehow you keep upsetting him and it’s causing more issues than he already is.”

“You love the drama and seeing them all riled up, so don’t act like it’s entirely a bother. Is he in the usual room?”

“Outsiders aren’t supposed to be here and your visits are becoming more frequent.”

“You asked me to come, remember that. They’re getting more frequent because you’re pumping him up and stirring the pot, you know what he’s like.”

“Whatever, be here within the hour, you’ll be escorted as usual.”

“Ego?”

“What?”

“Take him off the standing restraint, tie his hands behind his back, his ankles together and put that nice little chain around his neck f’me. Muzzle on.”

The call has ended….

Your heels clicked through the empty halls, echoing with each step you stood signalling there was life throughout this huge, almost clinical looking building.

Shidou Ryusei, the bane but also the excitement in your life. Truly a foolish person to be involved as heavily as you were with the insanity that he brought into those lives around him.

That door slid open and close, your little tour guide not hanging around a second longer than he needed to. The dull lit room was cold as usual, only light being above where Shidou was on his knees on the floor. His head bowed and retrained exactly how you’d requested of Ego.

On his knees that were spread apart but ankles tied together, hands behind his back and a chain around his neck loosely hanging to the floor.

“Heh, knew the minute they restrained me like this your ass was on its way,”

You hummed and stepped forward, Shidou lifted his head a little, just so his eyes could look at you.

“You sound disappointed, Ryu.”

“Disappointed? Been rocking a fucking semi the whole time,”

He lifted his head fully, the chain rattling as he moved. He straightened his back and leaned back slightly onto his legs.

He groaned looking at you, white shirt all ironed perfectly, buttons undone showing your cleavage. Pencil skirt hugging your little waist showing all the curves you had to offer, he knew you had hold ups on under it, he could see the little lace topping from the slit in your skirt.

“-and damn you didn’t disappoint.”

“So, what did you do this time?”

You squatted down, reaching out to run a finger along the chain that ran down the front of his body.

He shrugged, his fingers already flexing behind his back as he felt the need to reach out and touch you —fuck how long was it since you both fucked? He couldn’t remember. His mouth watered at the thought of it, he never forgot how good you tasted, how good you felt.

You plagued his mind and fed his obsessive behaviour in a way that ran far from sane and he loved it.

He’d given up long ago on other girls, empty fucks and the thrill never lasted because he’d dominate them easily and have no rush of thrill to feed his need, to put it simply they just weren’t you. It was no challenge.

Men? Yeah he could do it, it still felt fucking good but it was just pure sex, he still ended up thinking about you after it and there was good reason for it.

It’s why you were here.

His high to his little addiction.

Your hand tightened around the chain and you tugged him forward, tip of your nose meeting the muzzle he had on. Inhaling deeply so he could take in that perfume you wore, mixed with your natural scent.

His dick hardening in his joggers the painful angle of it needing to be released.

“You not gonna tell me, Ryu?”

“You gonna tell me if you’re marrying that roach?”

You smirked at him, eyebrow also raising slightly surprised at his words, his tone was vicious as he practically spat it out.

He’s obviously had access to his phone and read one of the stupid articles from the press. Your CEO father being the one to cause a scene by drunkly blabbering on a night out with his fellow business men, stating he wanted an arranged marriage to some other CEO’s son to push their businesses forward into an empire.

You tugged the chain causing it to tighten around his throat and he gagged, mixed with a hint of a moan.

“Cute, I didn’t think you were the emotional type, isn’t it all just cum dumping for you?”

“So you’re in love? Fuck off hahahaha-ngh.”

You tugged again and it cut off his amusement, boredly looking at him, his pink eyes glowing in this dull light and hair all messy.

“Well you’ve given me your answer, I’m a little surprised though.”

He rolled his eyes and shifted, the retrains groaning as he tried to move his stiffening body.

“So, you gonna fuck me or what? Cause I’m hard as hell,” he grinned at you, leaning back giving you some kind of cocky ass flippant look.

It dropped when you stood, bringing the chain with you and wrapping it around your hand tugging him forward roughly, your head tilted to take him in with absolutely no amusement on your face.

“Fuck you? I can’t fuck you Ryu, I’m in love with someone remember?”

You weren’t expecting his face to fall as much as it did, to see his mind all but shutting down at your words before he started to assess your honesty of them.

You didn’t know his heart kicked in his ribs fighting to stay in place before it fell into his stomach to burn in acid. You didn’t know the air left his lungs and something hot, yet cold washed over him.

His mouth was watering, he almost felt nauseous.

But god you seen his face fall for a few seconds, only to harden into something challenging.

You stuck your foot out to press against his hard dick to distract him, still keeping tension on the chain and he choked out a moan.

“I can still help you cum though Ryu, you still can’t without me hmm?”

He glared at you, heart kicking in his ribs at that adrenaline rush started to rush through his veins. Pulses to his cock as he felt your foot over it adding just the right amount of pressure to balance pain and pleasure in that way he liked.

But something else seethed through him, you mocking him about loving someone else wasn’t amusing —he couldn’t stand it.

Was this what hate felt like? Did he hate you?

It boiled in him, rage splitting through his veins to leave him bleeding open before you. You pissed him off so much yet at the same he just couldn’t get enough of you, that annoyance over you always disappeared when he buried his cock in that drooling, tight cunt of yours and he melted for you.

His cock still throbbed regardless of how he felt at the moment, his body betraying him as always. Pre was leaking from the slit to drool into his clothing and he was sure by now he had a small wet patch forming on his blue joggers. You rolled your foot forward, the sharp heel of your stiletto pressed into his balls the ball of your shoe resting along his thick length.

And he moaned, head dropping back he hissed through his teeth as you pressed harder, eyes closing as he rolled his hips the best he could to gain something.

You listened, you noticed and you helped him, foot rolling in a way that brought the skin of his dick to roll over the head in some fucked up hand job. It felt sticky, hot and he started to get uncomfortable with need for his cock to be released from his joggers.

Frustration started to bite over his body like insects, pricking under his skin like an itch he couldn’t scratch but it only made him harder, his dick solid under your foot.

The harder you pressed with your foot the more he moaned and he honestly he was ready to cum. He always did cum buckets, the amazing thing he had for staying hard and being able to go multiple rounds because his stamina was off the charts, his sex drive a demon in itself.

“I-I- hah- fuck, I knew you’d come here - god damn it that feels good.”

You hummed and tugged the chain, choking him out to stop him from talking, pink eyes now half lidded and looking up at you through his lashes, head tilted back and his hips rolling up into your foot. He started to drool as it spilt down the side of his mouth to his chin.

“You talk too much, Shidou.”

When he tried again you pulled the chain harder and this time he actually looked like he struggled with the tension, you held it for a few seconds then released. Choking out he sent spit flying and he leaned forward, voice a little shakey but still carrying its hint of amusement, he panted his words.

“S-Shit, you’re pissed, huh sweetheart?”

“You look pathetic,”

He did, truly but god didn’t it make you fucking wet seeing him like that, it was hard to not simply straddle him and ride him until you satisfied yourself using him —he’d enjoy every minute, he always did.

It was tempting with him chained like that, unable to really move.

“Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll cum,”

“Funny, you say others don’t make you cum yet you do so easily with me, sound like you’re the one in love Ryu.”

You mocked, cold words without much behind it despite the heavy meaning of them.

He laughed and looked up to you, sparkling life back in those pink eyes but it wasn’t loving, he looked near to pissed —vulnerable almost. Trying to hide it behind that demonic smirk that crept across his mouth.

You’d got under his skin today, more than you’d ever been able to previously and it almost made your heart ache for him. Shidou Ryusei was a lost cause, he’d make someone see the sky before watching you splatter to the ground, but he never hid his insanity —anyone knew from the start what they were getting into when they wanted that wild ride that Shidou was.

You knew this, the highs and the lows, the games, the obsessive nature he had. He is the guy who no one could ever fix and you never tried. He embraced his crazy and he didn’t care who was in the way of his rampages, he was the definition of toxic love. He’d mock people saying they knew what he was like, what else were they expecting? Sex was cum dumping for him, nothing more or less.

“Heh what if I am?”

Your eyes widened briefly, your heart thumped in you chest as his response caught you off guard.

Love was a concept you didn’t think Ryusei understood or was capable of processing, much less admitting it in a way you almost believed him. His tone, his eyes and his body wasn’t lying he was just trying to hide the depth of it behind that shifty ass smirk.

The doubt you had for him strongly swayed any belief of honesty from him, logical thinking was your saving grace with him and it told you he was high at the moment and running on pure lust, he needed to cum and he was being teased in a way that made him feral.

It’ll disappear when he’s emptied his balls.

His breathing was heavy, he was drooling behind that muzzle and his dick was rock hard under your foot and shoe, you could feel him flexing it under it as he pushed his hips in to feel it pain him further.

Hardly the scene to admit your apparent love for someone.

“You look surprised, doll.”

“Your balls that full you’re delusional, Ryu?”

He shrugged and straightened himself again, smirk waivering as the weight of annoyance started to put pressure on his attempt to cover it up.

“How about you empty’em and find out? C’mon doll, I’ll blow m’load all over them pretty feet if you press harder and keep talking to me like shit. You know I love that attitude if yours, s’fucking hot. Can’t we just hate fuck it out again? Know I love watching it in your pretty eyes full of hate f’me whilst we make love~!”

You rolled your eyes at his blabbering attempt to taunt but pressed harder on his dick with your foot and the moan he gave was unholy, pink eyes glassing over as he tilted his head back, rutting his hips forward into it to create more movement.

“F-Fuck, c’mon-“

“Harder?”

He nodded quickly, his jaw slacked slightly and you took the opportunity to lean over him.

“Keep it open,”

Pink eyes met yours and he smirked, sharp canines glinting through the bars of the muzzle holding his tongue out knowing what you were gonna do.

“You’re disgusting, you know that Ryu?”

He nodded dumbly with his tongue out, looking almost desperately excited as he kept his gaze with yours above him. Hips rutting into your shoe and you pressed harder.

“You wanna cum?”

He mixed an airy moan with a grunt in response, nodding subtly as you watched him start to zone out, hips moving less steadily as he started to get messy rutting against your foot.

“Then you gotta behave for the next three weeks, otherwise I won’t come here again when you fuck up, do you understand?”

You could practically see the cogs turning in his head outweighing his options, wondering if the risk was really worth it and if you actually meant it. He knew you were stubborn and usually meant what you said, but he’d like to believe you’d get frustrated I’m not seeing him either.

“How about four and y’tell me if you’re actually marrying that douche bag,”

“Five and you tell me if that’s why you acted out to get me here.”

He laughed, eyes twinkling sickeningly like he was lovestruck.

“Fuck I love it when you’re like this, you’re so fucking hot.”

You pulled your foot back slightly in warning and he frowned.

“Fine, fine, shit you’re such a brat today -seen that post about you marrying and it pissed me off, thought if I just swatted some bug here that glasses freak would get you here. Worked a treat huh? C’mon, you gotta admit you’re happy to see me again right? Surely you’re cravin’ a good dickin’ hmm?”

The only response was his reward of your foot pressing harder against his dick again.

“Do it yourself if you wanna cum Shidou, keep your mouth open when you do.”

You watched as he moaned, fucking himself against your foot painfully as he took himself over the edge, the unholy moans leaving him that made goosebumps rise over your skin, you pulled the chain to choke him a little more until his eyes glistened.

“M’cummin,” he slurred with his tongue out, refusing to close his eyes as you let spit leave your mouth to drool past his muzzle catching on the bars, as soon it hit his tongue his eyes rolled back. Hips stuttering against your foot as his dick flexed as he came hard under it. His body convulsed as he rode it out.

Those moans of his would haunt you, they always did. He always looked so fucking good when he came, like his entire soul was feeling it. Everything ran into overdrive for Shidou, like he felt everything ten times harder.

He swallowed whatever spit he collected on his tongue, eyes meeting yours again whilst his heart kicked on his ribs as they heaved coming down from his high, he was panting, body twitching as your foot kept moving against him.

“Wanna know somethin’ doll ♪”

You removed your foot and released the chain, letting it hit the ground and it pulled him forward a bit, his body a little lax from his come down.

“That was a nasty load, shit it’s still comin’ out always make me blow my entire load, looks like m’balls are empty huh? ♪” he sang behind you, a laugh echoing behind it as he watched you turn your back, as he heard your heels clicking on the floor whilst you stepped away to once again leave him in this shitty room.

The door opened, bright light flooding the entry and just as you were about to disappear from view he shouted out the words you had always dreaded to hear.

“-and I’m still in fucking love with ya! None of this bullshit post nut clarity! Like hell any douche bag is gonna keep me from you doll, enjoy it whilst you can cause I’ll kill the fucker then fuck ya over him ♪”

You sighed when the door shut, pinching the bridge of your nose and closing your eyes for a second trying to ignore how hard your heart was thumping in your ribs, how that anxious feeling spread through your body.

Your eyes stung from how overwhelmed you felt, frustrated that you thought you had control over yourself from him, tears threatening to spill because of that stupid prick and his bullshit. You shouldn’t be feeling like this about him, not anymore…

Not when you had…

Opening your eyes when you heard a slow, almost sarcastic clap to see that very thing standing before you.

Itoshi Sae.

Your eyes met with teal, apathetic as always. Looking at you like he was above everyone else in the world, like nothing was worth his time but only a use for him to be where he wanted.

“Quite the show,” Sae shoved one hand back into his pocket, the other reached out to grip your chin tilting it up to look at him, “-can’t say you’ve ever taken attitude like that with me.”

Sae leaned forward, nose brushing against yours and his eyes keeping contact, seeing something burning behind them now he was closer.

“I’m almost impressed.”

Your eyes turned away feeling unable to really meet his gaze at the moment, heat crawling up your neck from him just being here —the only guy who had ever emotionally dominated you, the only one you never found yourself fighting submitting to. Not even Shidou had put you into a sub space like Sae could and it made you melt for him.

“Think you’ll be good leverage for the little demon in there. I want his ego for myself on the field.”

Teal eyes were now looking past you, over your shoulder to the door that was shut containing Shidou Ryusei.

“Realise he swings both ways right? He’d be eying a guy like you, you don’t need my help in manipulating you’re perfectly good at it yourself. He’s obsessive Sae, so it’s easy when you play on it and give him a high.”

“Hmm..”

Sae turned his gaze to meet yours, ignoring your little dig at him for being a good manipulator, tilting his head he gave you the once over whilst his mind worked out the options.

“Then this will be easy,”

Sae’s thumb brushed over your jawline, in some pathetic attempt to show his affection, you knew it was fake and he was using this to get what he wanted. You doubted he cared about you at all, in fact, you considered yourself another mere pawn in his little game.

“-and I’ll just keep you to myself.” Incredible how Sae could say something like that, yet hold no weight behind the words because they came across as just that. Words.

You thought he was genuine to start, until he started asking about Shidou and Ego had spilled the details about you. You found it hard to believe him but it made your heart race none the less and you hated it.

He leaned forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing his lips to your cheek before grazing them to your ear where he spoke into it, breath crawling down your neck.

Your gut screaming at you to get away before this ends badly, but your mind wondering if Sae could control Shidou and mange that toxic behaviour…

“Just imagine how feral he’d get watching you get fucked when he’s restrained.”

Then this could be the ride of your life.

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