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[narcissistshandler]

I love your fanfics i love your writing i love the way you do ur vocabulry in it

Also please stay hydrated always and take good care of urself!

Thank you very much, sweet

[narcissistshandler]

bro ily like i rlly like ur ffs and i like ur style in writing this feels cringey but hope you always stay healthy

not cringe at all, thanks for the words ♡

[narcissistshandler]

Isagi yoichi & dumbfication!!! I just need to turn this man in a dumb whore for dick (top!male reader)

𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕

pairing. male reader x isagi yoichi

warnings. amab!reader, top!reader, bottom!isagi, anal sex, bondage, dumbfication, humiliation, crying, overstimulation, squirt, ahegao, cumming inside, a lot of 'petnames' (doll, baby, whore, slut, stupid, boytoy), (+bonus: Isagi has a small penis)

a/n. dumbfication is just 😩🤌 (and as you guys can see I'm still very creative with titles) and this is unedited

Isagi was easily the most beautiful thing in the world when beneath you, pliable under your hands, completely limp and unable to put up a fight even if he wanted. A life-size inflatable doll for you to play with.

He was usually talkative even in bed, telling you to hurry up while interrupting himself to comment on how strange it felt to be penetrated and how he could never get used to the feeling of having something inside him. All the talk, however, immediately died on his tongue when you slid in, slowly, so that he could feel every inch of you causing a burning sensation as it stretched his only briefly prepared hole.

It felt like a routine, pride making him unable to admit how much he truly loved it and then, the sensual curve of his back leaving the mattress as you reached the bottom, completely engulfed in the heat of the tight walls. The words became stutters and soon, it was as if all of Isagi's rationality had disappeared, only leaving him with erotic moans and whimpers that reminded you a lot of an animal in heat.

“Ughh- aah~” Isagi's mouth hung open, allowing the pink tongue to hang out over his bottom lip. Saliva ran down his chin and he seemed lost in his own world as his lean, flexible body was used by you. He was beautiful like that, no thought in mind other than how unbearable the pressure felt inside him, the pounding in his hole reaching so deep that you just knew he could feel you rearranging his insides.

His hands were stretched over his head, the blue rope the same shade as his teary eyes keeping them tied to the headboard. Before forgetting how to speak, he had begged you to let go and let him touch you and touch himself — 'you know I can't cum without touching my dick,' he had argued.

But now, Isagi's cock drooled against his stomach, semen from his three untouched orgasms drying there countering that.

The memory of his words amused you. “For someone who said that could only cum if he touched his own dick, you look completely ridiculous right now,” you can’t help but mock your boyfriend, reduced to a sensitive, overstimulated mess in mere minutes. “A liar, that's what you are Yoichi. A liar and a whore for dick.” You punctuated your last words with deep, sharp thrusts, delighting in the wet sound Isagi's hole made whenever your cock sank into him and how his entire body convulsed as if he'd been shocked.

Isagi's blue eyes seemed unfocused and when all that responded back to you was a strangled, stuttered, "p-pl-ea- aawn... -se," you couldn't help but laugh, feeling your cock twitch inside from Isagi at how pathetic he sounded, just to you.

“It’s okay, don’t talk, you don’t need to talk,” you said, calming his shameful attempts at forming words. Your tone, however, is sadistic and amusing, full of mockery. “You just have to stand there and let yourself be used, that's what you're good at, isn't it? To be my fuck toy, my fleshlight? And I don’t even need to touch that useless little dick of yours to make you cum, just fuck your ass, like the good slut you are.”

Your words found a target and Isagi could only nod, gratefully accepting the permission to not need to think or try to speak. He just needed to be your dumb little slut, nothing more.

Adorable, really.

Isagi was always thinking a lot during matches, his mind was always racing a mile a minute, studying the field, his opponents and forming strategies. But now he didn't need to do anything, nothing at all. Nothing was all you wanted from him, how ironic.

Isagi whimpered, sweet hole clenching around your cock and you immediately recognized the tension coursing through his firm legs and toes curling in the most erotic way in the world. Your hips reacted on their own, darting in and out of the hot, wet tightness. “Your hole is squeezing me so much, do you want to cum for me again, doll? Come on, let go. Show me how good you can be to me, coming just for a few dirty words.”

And like the ridiculous and obedient little thing he is, Isagi obeys. The orgasm comes like a wave, fast, unpredictable and crashing against him with surprising force. There is no slow build or sensations building to the breaking point. One second Isagi is drooling over himself and making shameful attempts to meet your thrusts and the next, tears are streaming down his flushed, sweaty face, a violent tremor making his whole body convulse and his little pink dick jumps, twitches and expels a stream of clear, odorless liquid that seems like it will never end.

The bed quickly becomes wet beneath him and the crying grows louder as the embarrassment seems to set in. Isagi moves from side to side, pulling on the rope that keeps his hands tied as he seems to try to escape the stimulation. It's a vain attempt, he looks so pornographic that all you can do is grab his ass, forcing him to remain lying on his side in the new position while you fuck him mercilessly, fingers grabbing the soft, pale flesh; pulling to allow you to see the little hole greedily swallowing your cock.

“That’s it, toyboy, let go,” you speak through gritted teeth, breathing quickening as you feel your own orgasm quickly approaching at the glipse of isagi’s lewd expression: blue eyes beautifully rolled back, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Nothing wrong with making a mess like the stupid little thing you are, wetting the whole bed.”

Isagi opened and closed his mouth several times, tears and drool wetting his pretty face as he struggled to speak through the moans: “ah- I-I... c-cum...”

“What is this, baby? Do you want me to cum in you? Want me to fill your dirty hole?”

His body had already stopped obeying his will and all he could do was moan in response, trying unsuccessfully to communicate.

And what kind of boyfriend would you be if you denied him that?

You sped up, sweat prickling against your bare skin and heat seeming to eat you raw, your heavy breathing covered by the sounds Isagi made. It felt like fire licking his veins; you could feel your pulse racing in your dick, pleasure hitting you as your member pulsed and spilled deep inside Isagi.

“Agh! Ahh!” A broken scream died in Isagi's mouth as heat fill his insides. The possessive complaint made a muscle in his thigh pull, more liquid joining the mess on the bed.

You lean over him, searching for his mouth. The teeth clack together briefly before your tongues meet in a filthy, messy kiss. You swallow the saliva, salty tears and Isagi's moans, nails digging into his skinny ass as you continue to move in and out of him, riding out your orgasm and brutally fucking your cum deep into him, wanting to force him to accept every drop, wanting permanently leave the mark of your belonging on his body. You wished that afterwards, even after take a bath, Isagi could still feel the phantom sensation of your seed inside him, filling him and marking him as your dumb little whore.

How much better would it be if Isagi gave up his football career and lived just for that, to be used 24/7.

[narcissistshandler]

Hello! Can you make a Joker(windbreaker)X top male reader? Where the reader becomes jealous because Joker is always with Wooin and pays little attention to him and as a form of punishment he fucks Joker and makes him cum several times. Please!

𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗬

pairing. joker x male reader

warnings. sub!bottom joker, top!dom! reader, amab!reader, anal fingering, overstimulation, anal sex, jealous!reader

a/n. hope you like it ♡

From the beginning, you knew you weren't Joker's number one priority. There was a list with several names and even though yours was in a high position, you weren't in first place and despite accepting that he had his brothers to take care of, you absolutely couldn't bear that Wooin was apparently more important than you.

The motherfucker.

If you could, you would have long since cut off the relationship between the two, but Joker wasn't willing to talk about that, that wasn't a viable discussion. And Wooin, how amused he was knowing that not only did you not like him, but you were jealous of him and he reveled in that fact. At this point, only Joker seemed oblivious to the tension between you and Wooin.

But fuck Wooin, he couldn't have Joker and he couldn't have him like only you could, sprawled out on the bed that seemed small beneath his stature, his feet right on the edge and his head reaching the headboard. Completely naked, for your eyes only, sweat forming on the muscles of his stomach.

"One more?" you asked, tone slightly breathless just from watching Joker like this, supple, relaxed and submissive in your hands. His legs were spread around you, draped over your knees, and you watched in pure delight as his well-worked muscles bounced as your three fingers plunged into his red hole, which tightened and made a wet sound in response.

Delicious.

Joker turned his face into the wet pillow, avoiding eye contact, the messy silver locks falling over his dark eyes helping to shadow his expression of pleasure. "Uh- yes," he said, his low, husky voice eliciting a twitch from your cock. Who knew Joker could be so shy in bed? But shyness had never stopped him from surrender completely to your desires.

Everything Wooin said was ridiculous, but he wasn't completely wrong when he said that you were completely in love with Joker. The slightest thing about Joker used to make you crazy and almost instantly hard — which wasn't much fun when in public.

Your fingers spread inside him, stretching his insides, that cock lying beautifully on his stomach and over the wet puddle that grew every minute, contracted, expelling even more fluid. Sweat and semen accumulated from all the previous two orgasms.

"Of course you would say yes. You'll be able to handle as many orgasms as I want to get out of you, right, love?" you asked, sounding amused and Joker made a sound in response that might have been a laugh or a grunt, but that was immediately cut off when your digits curved and hit his prostate. "Look at you, so eager to be good."

His lower body left the bed, teeth pressing together to stifle the sounds that wanted to come out as without mercy, you attacked his swollen prostate, again, again and again. The liquid that had collected like a puddle on his torso quickly ran down his sides, dripping onto the bed. Free hand on the curve of his hip, you tried to keep him still, but Joker was stronger than you even with the tension coursing through each of his muscles and you could only watch as the violent pleasure passed like a shock through him; the bed beneath you creaking with his struggles, threatening to break.

Joker's cock jumped, strong legs twitching, feet digging into the mattress as he worked both against and away from your fingers. Obeying your desire to make him cum until nothing else came out even though sensitivity attacked all his senses. He would let you mistreat him without a word against it and today you would take advantage of it.

"You're so fucking hot," You said, watching pre-cum drip like water from the red tip of his member, "Don't hold back, I want to see you cum for me again."

Joker grunted, fingers turning white where he gripped the pillow and sheets, "Ah, f-fuck." His legs tightened around you, tensing so hard it must have hurt, his hole clenched sensually around your fingers and with a snap, he obeyed and spilled once more onto his own stomach, a tremor shaking his entire body. Small gasps and grunts left Joker's mouth, his toes curling as his cock struggled to spill something.

"[name], oh, I d-don't think I can-"

It was cute how he didn't ask or order you to stop, but instead merely tried to convince you. Adorable really, but it only made you want to ruin him even more. Maybe then, he would remember who he belonged to and maybe then, he would listen to you when you told him to keep his distance from Wooin.

"You can," you cut him off, slowly easing your fingers out of him through the contractions of his core. "See you're still hard as a rock. Don't give up on me now, I'm not done with you yet."

Joker merely nodded in weak agreement, the aftershocks of orgasm passing through him and his cock visibly twitching as it failed to expel any liquid other than the small amount that now dripped from his belly button.

Your eyes ran through him, watching the tension and residual pleasure dance across his firm muscles, the hole struggling to close around nothing, lubricant leaking from him. You were once again reminded of your own cock, painfully hard between your legs.

A ring then sounded from the nightstand and Joker immediately stirred, trying to sit up to reach his cell phone. You pushed him back, making him lie down.

"Did I say you could get up?" Joker looked from you to the nightstand and then shook his head. "Well then, lie down, I’ll see who’s calling," you said, briefly pushing your need to the side in favor of reaching for the cell phone, knowing it could be an emergency.

"[name]," Joker has rushed, discontentedly lying naked and with his legs tensed around your hips. "Who is it?"

You turned his phone so you could see the screen and the ringing seemed to become even more unbearable when you read the name of the contact who was calling. Wooin.

"Who is it?"

"No one important. Spam," you replied through gritted teeth, quickly declining the call before Joker could ask to see for himself and putting the phone back.

You repositioned yourself between his legs, feeling anger stir in your chest as you aligned the head of your cock against Joker's smooth hole and with one push, sank inside. Joker's eyes rolled back into his skull, one hand shooting out to grab your arm in an attempt to anchor himself, to hold on to something, anything. But it was a vain attempt.

Damn Wooin, you thought, teeth clenched, fingers and nails digging into Joker's lean hips to keep him still as you fucked him, hard and deep and brutal. You knew that if you told Joker that it was Wooin calling, he would definitely want to answer, if Wooin called him somewhere, he would immediately go. It could be a temporary resolution, which would only work today, but whatever, later you would remind Wooin that he didn't own Joker and today you would remind Joker who did.

Joker's sweet hole convulsed around your cock, the wet glide allowing each intense thrust to be smooth and slick. After the long hour you spent working your fingers inside him, the friction and stretching was practically nil, it was easy to ravage his hole like that. As always, his body surrendered under your attention, his cock pathetically verging on a semi-hard state, wet like a woman, twitching non-stop but not splashing anything.

Underneath the blood rushing through your ears you heard your cell phone start ringing again. Joker opened his mouth, attention shifting to the source of the sound, but you cut him off before anything was even said:

"Touch your dick."

He was still looking at the nightstand, but seeming like a purely instinctive reaction his hand left the pillow and reached for his cock, the sensitivity making him hiss through his teeth, ass clenching like a glove around you. Still, he pulled his overstimulated member through slow, tight pulls, stopping himself from going limp, without questioning even as his entire body contracted, trying to shrink and escape the stimulation.

"I don't... I don't think I can c-cum anymore," he said, those black eyes finally shifting to meet yours. Sweat stuck to his hair, a trail of drool running down his scarred chin.

"No? Now come on, if you can still talk you can still cum, am I right?" you asked through gritted teeth, each word dripping with venom as you continued to move, slamming into him hard enough that each time your crotch met his ass, the painful shock of impact went through you.

Joker just nodded in response, vertebrae flexing around his length. Seeming to notice that you weren't going to let him go anytime soon, this time he spared his words, he didn't even beg or ask for mercy, he would let you go as far as you wanted, you both knew. Fuck his ass raw? Stimulate his dick until he couldn't even get hard again? You could, always, he was yours.

You grabbed his thighs and pushed them towards his chest, moving him into a position where you could reach deeper and fuck Joker until he forgot how to talk.

"Ugh- ah, [n-name]," Joker whimpers, softly, teeth sunk into his thin lower lip.

You lean in to take his mouth for a kiss, forcing his legs even more, whether it hurts or not he doesn't say, he just parts his lips for you and looks at you with those normally cold eyes, now full of unshed tears. Your amused laugh fades when your mouth connects with his, feeling his hand working on his cock rubbing against your stomach.

The muscles grow hard beneath your fingers and tension runs through Joker's entire body as the new position makes your dick briefly touch his prostate and a new wave of tremors shakes his bones. Contained and silent sounds leave his mouth and invade yours, hoarse moans dying in his throat as another orgasm passes through him, heated and brief, like a warm-up for what would follow.

Your tongue flicked against his, saliva mixing. You didn't even notice the sound of the wood giving way and creaking, not until the thud sounded and the bed gave way under the violence of your blows. Joker pulled his mouth away from yours with a surprised exclamation at the same time the legs of the bed buckled and the structure fell.

"The bed broke."

"It's okay, leave it alone, I'm not done with you yet." The bed didn't matter, what mattered was fucking Joker to the point of exhaustion and just like that, your hips shot up, back inside the cozy heat of those sweet tight walls.

The incessant sound of the cell phone ringing occasionally faded under the sound of bodies meeting and creaking wood. Joker coming apart beneath you like the submissive puppy he was, a vision that only belonged to your eyes.

[narcissistshandler]

You don't have to take this if you don't want to but can I please ask for a yandere sae x brother reader

Where sae gets jealous and shows his brother who he belongs to

If you're uncomfortable with incest feel free to ignore

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘'𝗦 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘

pairing. itoshi sae x male reader

warnings. yandere sae, step-incest, dubious consent, possessive and aggressive behavior, slight threat, younger brother!reader, amab!reader, dry humping, semi-public

a/n. you definitely can, thanks for the request ♡

You brought the glass to your mouth once more, the cold in contrast to the liquid that ran down your throat, burning all the way. You had already lost track of how many shots you had had, something you normally wouldn't do, but when you recognized the reddish-brown hair under the multicolored lights and the familiar green eyes scanning around stopped on you, you immediately knew you needed alcohol to deal with what was to come.

"What are you doing here?" It was the first thing Sae asked you, his tone rigid as if it were you who had walked into the bar and found him there and not the other way around.

You simply raised the glass in response, muscle in your jaw clicking in a attempt to contain your anger.

Sae had been impossible the last few days. Acting so strangely that he had even managed to shake up your relationship with Rin, who wasn't happy with how Sae seemed to think that since you were now once again single from a relationship that ended very quickly, too quickly, you should now be 'taken care'. Sae's care of course included you not leaving the house and spending every possible moment with him, which wasn't even viable.

"I thought I told you to stay home," he said, looking tall and imposing as he stood next to the bench you sat on. He reached out a hand and covered the glass to stop you from continuing to drink. "If you wanted to drink just tell me, we could do it. Alone. At home."

"Sae, I'm not your little dog to keep on a leash. If I want to go out I'll go out, if I want to drink I'll go and if I want to go on dates, guess what? I don't need your permission." The last words left your mouth just in time for a person to approach you from the other side.

"You-" Sae began, but stopped when he saw the new presence preparing to sit on the free bench next to you.

"Sorry it took so long, there was a huge line at the bathroom," they said, the bright smile on the lips that didn't fade even in the face of the hardness on Sae's pretty face. "And you are?"

Even with the alcohol coursing through your system and slowly rising to your head, you would be able to notice the change in the air under any situation. Sae's green eyes were poisonous, seeming to pierce through the soul of your mysterious encounter. He leaned in close, chest pressing against your shoulder in a movement that you initially thought was to assert superiority in that strange mania your older brother possessed, soon however, you noticed that he seemed to be trying to get a clear view of their faces under the neon lights of the bar.

A warning light triggered in your brain.

"Sae," you tried, not even sure what you were trying to avoid.

"Get out," Sae growled, teeth clenched.

"What?" They looked confused, the smile becoming weak and uncertain as they looked from you to Sae. "Who is this, [name]?"

"It’s none of your business who I am, get lost or or I'll make you do it myself," Sae spat out each word and you watched his knuckles turn white where he pressed them onto the glass cup in your hand.

"Sae," you repeated, your own voice hovering in that harsh tone of reprimand. Your free hand grabbed Sae's arm, trying to keep him under control in a purely instinctive action. You knew that anger shining in Sae's eyes well, you knew it was an anticipation of disaster.

Your night date however didn't know Sae and despite seeming pushed back by his words, they didn't seem as scared as you. "Why don't we go somewhere else, [name]?" they asked, standing up and reaching towards you. "Somewhere quieter-"

As everything always seemed to happen when Sae was involved, the situation quickly turned ugly and messy.

Even so close to your brother, feeling his chest rise and fall against your arm, you didn't react quickly enough to prevent him from pulling the glass from between your fingers and practically bending over your lap, slamming the object against the side of the head of your encounter. The glass shattered, alcohol and blood running down their pale faces.

A single blow was enough to make them stagger. The music pulsed, swallowing the chaos in its darkness and multicolored acid lights. Your reaction wasn't agile enough, arms grabbing Sae's waist and pulling him back and against you. He ended up sitting uncomfortably on your lap, one knee on your leg and the other foot resting on the floor. The bench under the combined weight creaked and shook, threatening to knock you both to the floor.

A commotion ensued, people slowly taking notice of the scene, screams and voices rising in the air. Soon the bar's bouncers approached to guide you and Sae out among the shaking, dancing bodies, but not before you saw your older brother's lips curled proudly as he saw the blood diluted with alcohol forming a puddle on the floor and the look of pure shock on their face.

"What the fuck, Sae?!" you exploded, pushing him against the dirty wall on the side of the bar you thought you could never go back to. "Are you crazy?!"

"This was all your fault," he said, calmly as he rubbed the red stain that melted into the pure white of his shirt. His eyes looked black, clouded with a darkness that made you tense. "And since I saved us from a problem, why don't you be more grateful and thank me?"

“You’re really crazy,” you stated.

"Maybe. But that's your fault too. I told you to stay home, where I could keep an eye on you, take care of you, keep filthy people like that from getting their hands on you. And what did you do, [name], uhm?"

You shook your head.

"Wait until Rin hears about this."

The choice of words seemed to be a trigger and Sae stepped towards you, graceful as a feline. "Rin, Rin, Rin, that's all you know how to say," he said, stopping so close to you that you could feel his uneven breathing. "What is it between you two? Are you fucking him? Or is he fucking you?"

You looked at Sae in disbelief and when all that confronted you back was sharp steel, anger bubbled in your chest. "What the fuck are you talking about? Don't be gross, he is our brother. Rin-"

Before the words could leave your mouth, Sae's body slammed against yours, so violently that it forced you to step back. Your back hit the wall. Confused, shocked and angry, you looked at your older brother, expecting a punch or anything else that rivaled the anger on Sae's face. Instead, his mouth crashes against yours, teeth meeting and pain immediately piercing through your jaw.

With alcohol clouding your senses and anger heating your veins, it takes you a few full seconds to process the contact. Sae's hands grab your face, fingers digging painfully into your cheeks as he moves his lips against yours in a way that could only be described as angry.

That was his brother. And he was kissing you like he hated you.

"I hate the sound of his name in your mouth," Sae mouths each word against your mouth, forcing you to swallow the sound of them. "I hate everything about him and I hate everything about you even more."

"What? Sae-" you're genuinely confused by the sudden change of scenery, trying to move away, but with Sae against your front and the wall at your back, there's nowhere to run.

"Shut up," he orders in a growl, wet tongue licking from your lower lip to your upper lip. "Shut up and let me kiss you, that's the least you owe me, the least."

And you, against all rationality, against all the tangle of questions and doubts and confusion in your mind, surrender to the order.

Sae immediately picks up on the submission in your body language and with a little sound of laughter that haunts the dark alley, he sticks his tongue inside your hot mouth, about to ravage you.

You're tense, arms lying at your sides not knowing what to do and your mouth hard under Sae's violating ministrations. He doesn't care though. Sae seems to be having the time of his life, tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, slapping against yours, body pressed against yours from chest to crotch.

The heart was beating fast in the ribcage, sighs and heavy breathing filled the air, then a moan resounded — these coming from you or Sae, your mind couldn't distinguish. You two were so close, Sae seemed to desperately want to merge into you, that later, when you were sober, it could scare you, but not now, so drunk that you thought maybe you were staggering.

You closed your eyes, trying to pretend that it was someone else kissing you. The smell that filled your nostrils however was the characteristic perfume of your older brother, the voice echoing against your mouth could not belong to anyone else and the fingers, stuck in your face, nails digging into your skin, was very purposeful, very familiar and possessive to belong to anyone else. Everything screamed Sae.

"Who are you thinking about?" he asked, separating his mouth from yours, as if he could read your thoughts.

Your chest rose and fell, panting after the aggressive kiss, still feeling the ghost of his tongue against yours. "No one. You."

Apparently happy with the answer, Sae kissed you again.

There was an insistent bulge pressing against your thigh and when Sae slammed into you and the harsh friction of jeans against jeans scratched your skin, in the blur haze, reality hit you. Oh, no.

You pulled your mouth away from his, trying to move away from the firm fingers on your face that tried to pull you back. "Sae, this is going too far," you warned, tongue running over the words.

It was one thing to kiss, here in the dark and so drunk that you already had a perfect excuse to pretend not to remember anything tomorrow. But this, this was a lot, it was crossing all the lines and you didn't want to go to whatever was on the other side once you crossed them.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Sae repeated, sounding ecstatic, but you knew it wasn't from alcohol. His fingers moved, hand grabbing both sides of your face and his index and middle fingers digging into your mouth to shut you up. You felt his other hand reaching between your bodies and then, his hot, bare member released to press against your leg.

The alcohol had become an oily pool swirling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy and sick. Part of your mind didn't even know if all this was real or maybe you were passed out at the bar after drinking too much. Your hands squeezed Sae's hips, the waist of his loose pants allowing you to feel the warm bare skin. Why did he seem so real then?

No, don't go there. Don't think, don't question.

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back, the thud of the crash passed right through you. All you could feel was Sae's body against you, hot like a living fire, the little sounds he made as he rocked against your leg. Like a damn stray dog, you thought, wry and sharp. His fingers were sprawled against your tongue, the taste of salt heavy on your taste buds. Sae, Sae, Sae. He was everywhere.

"I hate you so much, you're so carefree and clueless-" His voice echoed through your ears, breathless. A groan interrupted him and his hips tensed as the dripping tip of his member rubbed against your groin. "And you are hard when you should hate it and the next time you disobey me I'm going to rip your dick off... oh- I-I swear I will, [name]."

You paid no attention to the threat, to his dark tone, trying to ignore that your body was reacting to all this rubbing with your older brother and that your cock felt damn sore trapped in its tight confines. You could feel every movement of Sae's hips beneath your fingers, the muscles working in slow, hard thrusts, his dick dripping against the entire front of your pants.

Sae was lost in his ramblings, seeming delirious with pleasure between confessions of love and hate and desire. I knew you were mine since the day my parents brought you home. The words hit you somewhere deep, or maybe, it was just the shock of the contact of Sae's bare shaft rubbing against yours, giving you a pleasure so deep that you wanted to refuse.

This wasn't right, you knew, even as the involuntary sounds left your mouth and were muffled by Sae's digits, feeling the slippery mess growing between your legs. Even with the need making you roll your hips back against his, meeting him halfway with each thrust, so that you were soon shamelessly grinding against each other in the dark alley, the pain of the raw scratch becoming mild and discarded.

You knew you had to stop this madness, but you couldn't muster enough strength, you didn't even know if you wanted to.

"More." One of you two asked, already on the edge of that precipice. Maybe you, maybe Sae. Maybe both. In any case, you both obeyed, hitting against each other with more urgency and need.

Sae sunk his teeth into the side of your neck, rocking erratically as his cock exploded, spilling all over your leg. "Oh, [name]," he groaned against your skin. Shame gnawed at your insides, chest rising and falling rapidly and your member throbbing, envious of Sae's release, feeling him ride out his orgasm with little sharp gasps. You stay completely still, mortified and with your brother's cum cooling on your jeans, where a noticeable stain was sure to be.

Your mouth was open around Sae's fingers, gasping for air and saliva running down your chin. You fought the voice in your ear that told you to bring Sae's hand to your hardness and beg him to touch you. Even under alcohol intoxication, you thought it was a good enough punishment to walk home with your cock hard, denied release and with evidence of your weakness stinging and burning from head to toe.

[narcissistshandler]

your works have never missed. thank you for your service 🙏🙏

I'm glad you think so, thanks for the words ♡

[narcissistshandler]

YOUR THEME IS SO PRETTY !!! THE MANGA IS SUCH AN AMAZING READ ♡♡

thank you very much, madk it's certainly an experience, not one I'd recommend to everyone, but it's still one of my favorite mangas ♡

[narcissistshandler]

Can you do Hobie × sub religious male reader with a corruption kink ? Where it's like such a ego boost for him to be one who breaks down a good two shoes

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘

pairing. hobie brown x male reader

warnings. sub reader, handjob, anal sex, bottom!hobie, top!reader, religion, religious guilt, thinking about sin, insinuated homosexuality as sin, hell, etc, proceed with caution if christian religion is a sensitive subject for you.

a/n. Sorry for the delay in posting, my anxiety is killing me and I think this work will be a little disappointing for you

"Should I turn on the lights?"

"No, please no." Your breathy voice pleaded him and Hobie could only imagine what your face looked like in the darkness of the room. Were you blushing? Were your eyes closed as you pretended the fingers around your cock belonged to a woman, even with the calluses and hard skin? Were you wallowing in guilt or was pleasure all you could think about? What was going through your mind?

He desperately wanted to get inside your head and read your every thought.

"No? And how will I be able to see your face when I ride your cock?"

You sucked in a shaky breath through your teeth, cock twitching in Hobie's hand, murmuring, pleading, "Hobie." It was that simple to mess with you. A few dirty words, touches, like he knew no one had ever touched you before, and some profanity and soon, you'd be begging for him, proclaiming his name with the same need you called out for God. And when that happened it was always hard to pretend that the whole twisted situation didn't affect him as much as it actually did.

Hobie tightened his fingers around your cock, feeling how it pulsed, how each pull had you making quiet, self-conscious sounds, hips trying to rise for more contact despite the free hand pressing there and Hobie's weight on your legs made the task difficult. Your own fingers dug into Hobie's legs, nails digging in painfully. You wanted him so bad, you were eager for it, he know, you always were, no matter how many times you did it.

"Are you going to beg for it?" he teased, smiling where you couldn’t see.

"I-I need to?"

His thumb rubbed a tight circle over the bulbous head, eliciting a sound from the back of your throat; it wasn't a gentle touch, it was meant to hurt. Hobie loved the control he had over you. Maybe what you feared was true and he was a temptation sent by Satan to lead you astray, because Hobie truly loved knowing that no guilt and no fear of going to hell kept you from returning to his arms, night after night.

"P-please, Hobie," you asked, begged like a good, good boy. "Please... s-sit on my cock."

Hobie's laugh echoed through the dark room, the doors locked at your insistence, despite you both knowing that whoever you wanted to keep out of the room couldn't be stopped by mundane locks. Hobie's amusement might sound mean, but considering how your cock leaked into his hand, it didn't seem like it affected you much.

He stood up, eyes searching the shadows for the familiar lines of your face, to make sure your eyes were open and all your attention was on him. Keeping your member steady at the base, Hobie hovered over you, pointed knees spread across your sides, thighs flexing as he lowered himself until he felt the fat tip briefly grip the edge before sliding easily inside, stretching him like only you could.

A muscle in Hobie's thigh jumped, the skin warming with the familiar feeling of fullness. Your hands flew to his hips, making a choked moaning sound that made it seem like you was holding back to just not come right away.

"Oh, God, that feels good," Hobie moaned, rocking back and forth, taking his time, just enjoying how good it felt inside him. He had prepared himself for you, as he always did and yet, the shock that shot up his spine with the burn of the stretch threatened to bring him to an early orgasm.

You suddenly stood up, almost knocking Hobie off of you and slapped your mouths together. Eager to shut him up, so you wouldn't have to hear that name and remember your sins, sins you didn't regret. Hobie knew, he understood, but at least now you were looking at him, attention descending from his slender form, no breasts, no curves, his hard cock against your stomach and the place between his legs swallowing you whole. Not a woman on top of you and now, there was no way to pretend otherwise.

Your lips left his and moved down his neck at the same time Hobie put his feet on the mattress and began to move, moving up and down on your dick. Your mouth moved over his sweaty brown skin and in his pleasure-fogged mind, it wouldn't be until later when you left the bed still warm from the orgasm and once again lied that this would be the last time, that Hobie would understand the words you were repeating between sighs and moans.

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.

Hobie would also remember then, that he couldn't hear a single drop of regret in your tone.

[narcissistshandler]

are you still making hobie fics 🙏

ps omg ur stuff is sooo delicious its crazy

req; please make a fic of hobie squirming from the reader's suggestive teasing/touch in a public place (diner, movie theater, school etc.) thanks so much !!!

𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔

pairing. hobie brown x gn reader

warnings. dry humping, frottage, cumming in pants, everything happens in public, reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned.

a/n. I don't think you guys have any idea how happy I always am with your compliments, I really hope you like this.

The chaotic, loud and fast symphony reverberated through your ears, the notes that sounded between a mix of rock and hard-hitting singing echoing through the speakers and filling the small local bar that was not much more than a joint where young people gathered to drink, listening to music and criticize the government — everything Hobie liked most, and that's why you had brought him here for a 'date'. Date. This wasn't exactly most people's idea of a date, but seeing the smile that never left Hobie's face as he jumped up and down and sang along to the familiar lyrics of the famous song the band covered, you knew this was exactly the ideal type of date for your boyfriend.

Everything was perfect. The band was a little out of tune, but that was ok, the stage presence made up for it. It was too crowded, and you could barely move without bumping into someone, but people were at least polite. Although, when Hobie was wearing the tightest leather pants, tall boots, and a fishnet top under the jacket that hid absolutely nothing, it was hard to pay much attention to anything else.

You gripped Hobie's hips, fingers against the cold leather hanging right over the protruding bones, tight enough to feel like a second skin. The set of belts purposely left a little loose over his pants and the silver of the thin strap around his neck reflecting under the lights. Hobie's body was warm, sweat running down the back of the neck under the black frizzy curls and you couldn't help but lean in and press your lips there, taking in the cold of the choker and the heat of his dark skin.

It was difficult to talk here and very easy to get lost in the small, lively crowd, which made it convenient for you to stay behind your boyfriend's body, holding him close to prevent you from separating —and from anyone getting the privileged view of Hobie's round ass.

Hobie chuckled, the bass of his laugh vibrating against your chest pressed against his back, otherwise it would have been difficult to notice. "Wanting to mark territory, huh?" he teased, turning his head a little to meet your gaze. The soft lights of the bar reflected in his leering gaze as he continued, "Not that I mind, but we're in public, babe."

You smiled playfully, fingers drawing circles on his hips. "I can't be blamed for wanting to keep the competition at bay. This privileged view is reserved for my eyes only."

Hobie opened his mouth and you leaned in even closer so you could hear what he was saying over the ferocious drums, "Well, in that case, I'm all yours. But let's not make it too obvious, or we might end up stealing the show."

“You’ve never complained about being the star of the show before,” you say, tone heavy with innuendo that precedes your hands inching up the sides of his hips, towards the toned stomach that ripples under your touch.

“Not when you're my only audience,” Hobie says back, but he doesn't pull away when your thumb traces his belly button piercing.

Although it was impossible to ignore the bodies pressing against you from all sides, elbows occasionally finding a target and feet stepping on each other, the atmosphere was dark enough that it was difficult to make out faces and between the euphoria, the alcohol and the music, you knew that something was missing for this date to be the best for Hobie, unforgettable. And he knew it too.

“I’ll still be in the front seat,” you said amused. Your fingers found the hem of his pants and Hobie's body shook, as if an electric shock had coursed through him. "Watching you, adoring you. No one else matters. What if someone sees? I'll still be the only one touching you."

Hobie turned his attention forward, seeming to look to see if anyone was paying attention. “I don’t know,” he said and you almost didn’t hear him, hand already flat against the front of Hobie’s pants. "[name]-" He tensed against you. You felt his erection through the leather, feeling the delicious heat of it radiating through the fabric. The contact made Hobie shudder.

Your lips pressed against his ear, wanting to make sure every word was heard:

"But you're already hard for me. You've been practically since we arrived. Don't think I haven't noticed you rubbing your ass against me."

Despite the stiffness in his shoulders from contact, there was still amusement and pride in his tone when he answered you, "I'm sure I wanted you to notice that last part."

"I'm sure you did, dirty boy."

The music pulses and the bass chords dance at the same time as your fingers run down the front of Hobie's pants, tracing the familiar outline of the member that presses against the leather. It felt like touching bare skin. "[name]," Hobie calls again, you don't hear the sound, you just read his full lips moving.

"Yes?" you ask, giving him a chance to stop you even if you don't stop touching him, rubbing the palm of your hand against him and pinching the tip between two fingers. Your other hand holds his hips, feeling the tension that ripples through the muscles. "Come on, Hobie, you know you want this."

His hips snap at the touch, slamming against your hand, then back against your crotch and back into your hand. There's still tension there though, and maybe it's because of the danger of doing this in public, but his every movement feels restrained and hard, like a poorly oiled gear trying to work.

Hobie is all hot against you, pulse racing beneath your open lips over the salty skin of his slender neck. He turns his head back, almost bumping his head against yours and searches for your mouth. "You're wicked, [name], you know I would never say 'no' to you," he pants, drowning the words against your mouth, forcing you to swallow your own name. He kisses you then, desperately, breathless and completely weak to the pleasure coursing through his veins as you slowly run your thumb along the sensitive tip of his member, matching the rhythm of your tongue sliding into his mouth.

One of your hands slides across the smooth leather, dragging your palm against his cock as you kiss him, the lyrics that sought to remind of all the weight and filth of the society clicking in your ears. Your other hand moves up, running over the bumpy fabric of the fishnet until finds a bulge that presses against your finger. The cold metal slides against your touch, pulling with it the pointy brown nipple peeking out from under his top and Hobie moans against your mouth, asking for 'more'. It was as if today, before leaving home, Hobie had chosen his clothes thinking about how you could touch him without difficulties or real barriers.

You drink in the sounds Hobie makes against your mouth, their volume is lost beneath the music, but the vibration of every moan and every utterance of your name reverberates against your lips, right into your mouth, like a song that only you had access.

Hand wrapped awkwardly around Hobie's dick, fingers practically digging into the sides of it, digging into the leather to get enough precision to pull him hard and fast through each thrust. Hobie writhes against you and melts and it's the most beautiful show. He keeps his mouth against yours even when the kiss ends, humming along to the guitar chords, cursing and following the lyrics of the song. He seems lost in his own head, his brown eyes shining with lust and one hand reached back and gripping your hair, using the support to swivel his hips in a sensual circle, the belts slapping against your arm.

"[name]," he sings through the song's lyrics as he moves against your hand, taking what he needs. "That feels good... you are... I need more... can you...? Fuck."

In the low light you doubted anyone could see the vision of the beautiful man coming apart beneath your fingers to the point where tears glistened in the corners of his eyes. It was a good thing not. You didn't want that in the end — soon — when the night reached its climax and Hobie followed, spilling for you in his pants, anyone else could watch his mouth falling open, hips erratic and his entire body shaking as he became unable to say anything other than your name. The most beautiful spectacle of all and that belonged only to your eyes.

[narcissistshandler]

yEAYYY Daddy finally got back guys !!! 🥂🥂

(Istg i miss u and ur fics so much i always checked if u hv posted each day) (im not ok) (HOW R U THO🌸🌸?)

YAYY!!!

Sorry for the delay, I hope that with the next posts you get well again and I'm doing really well now that I've posted again, thanks for asking ♡

[narcissistshandler]

okay, theme !! happy you're back, hru?

I'm doing great, looking forward to writing all the requests received and letting you read them, lots of juicy and naughty stuff ahead (and glad you guys noticed the new theme)

[narcissistshandler]

not wanting to pressure you but I need your posts to breathe and with that said I would love to read about virgin!daniel/park hyungsuk experiencing intimacy and sex for the first time (hcs maybe?) and add x male reader please, love you!

𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡!𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

pairing. park daniel/hyungsuk/hyungseok x m!reader

warnings. virgin daniel, blowjob, masturbation, mutual masturbation, thigh riding, amab!reader, exploring sex, anal sex, fingering, a lot of firsts, bottom!daniel... pure smut

a/n. please then breathe again. with this request we begin the 2024 posts! sorry for the delay. all requests received were accepted, with the exception of those asking for a f!reader (sorry) and as usual, this is unedited.

⠀࣭⋆ If you were interested in his original body and not the second one, then it will take Daniel a long time to even notice and even longer to believe that you genuinely like him. Why? he asks, more than once, without understanding what you could possibly like or find attractive about him, in this body that had always been the target of hatred and humiliation. Even when Daniel currently loses weight and has a change in appearance, this does not change the brutality of his concept of himself.

⠀࣭⋆ He has never been in a relationship before and has never allowed himself to dream about one, so when you get into a relationship everything is new to him, going on dates, holding hands, kissing and of course, having sex.

⠀࣭⋆ Daniel seems to be one of those people who has a very objective notion of sex and little of the complexity and intimacy that can come with the act. I don't think he has any sexual knowledge beyond the biological part taught in schools (I think he knows what is porn, but has never been interested in), so a new world opens up to him and each new discovery will leave him surprised.

⠀࣭⋆ He will be excited by the range of opportunities and curiosity will always get the best of him. He will trust you to guide him, even when he may feel a little overwhelmed by all these new things, wanting so much to please you, Daniel knows how to say what he likes and ask about what he's curious about. Therefore, he will occasionally ask his friends what he shouldn't.

⠀࣭⋆ I feel like he definitely doesn't have a sense of self-preservation and you should educate him about the boundaries in your relationship that should just be between the two of you if you're more reserved or he might definitely comment obliviously about how sweet you are to him in bed or ask Zack if he knew if the first time anal hurt a lot (to his complete shock and disgust).

(Daniel will easily follow and believe what you say since he don't have any experience with relationships, so please don't use his trust to take advantage of him or hurt him in any way.)

⠀࣭⋆ Going back to the first few times, he will be a clumsy and shy kisser and kisses will become his favorite thing to do with you. Daniel melts when your mouth meets his, no matter how much time passes and how many times you do it.

⠀࣭⋆ He is hesitant, but he will try to learn from you, repeating every movement of your mouth and tongue and the night after your first kiss, his face flushed with memory and hidden under the covers as if someone could see him, Daniel's search history will be filled with 'how to kiss', 'how to be a good kisser', 'how to know if they liked my kiss', 'what is french kiss?' etc etc.

(As soon as you get into a serious relationship and Daniel realizes what it means, he's immediately wanting to know everything from what gifts might you like, how to discover your 'love language' to how two men can have sex. After he asked these questions to his friends, Jace advised him to just search on the internet.)

⠀࣭⋆ Daniel wants all types of kisses and as many kisses as possible. Forehead kisses, eskimo kisses, cheek kisses, pecks, the list is long. He loves the intimacy and genuineness of each of them.

⠀࣭⋆ He also cums immediately the first time you slide your knee between his legs during a makeout session and won't last long after that, learning that he actually really likes it when you make him ride your thighs.

⠀࣭⋆ Mutual masturbation is one of Daniel's favorite things. He likes to see your face when he feels pleasure and he likes to learn how to make you feel good (despite seeming to be completely out of this plan, Daniel is actually paying a lot of attention to how you touch the two of you). Plus there's nothing hotter than when you grab his dick and yours together and bring them to orgasm together, the semen mixing in your hand afterwards.

⠀࣭⋆ Daniel likes any position where he can see your face and that's what brings him to orgasm most of the time, seeing the excitement and desire in your eyes as he comes apart beneath you with the slightest touch. Never forget to kiss him during this, oh! he could die content like this, your tongue in his mouth and the erection in your pants rubbing deliciously against his.

⠀࣭⋆ Pleasure is always too much for him, so things like overstimulation will only harm him while he gets used to sexual stimulation. He'll think you might be trying to kill him if you try to reach for his cock again after an orgasm or rub your fingers against his entrance when the powerful orgasm forces him to curl into a ball. Afterwards, the two of you can learn exactly his limits, but at the beginning of your relationship don't pressure him too much with fetishes.

⠀࣭⋆ Touching him over his pants is enough to bring heat to his face and make him stutter. Daniel then discovers how good the heat of your mouth feels, he comes quickly, sweating and shaking so much that it takes a good long minutes before he can stand again. Sweet as he is, he'll thank you right away, as if he thinks you're doing some kind of favor by touching him and giving him pleasure. He also reassures you with promises to learn how to make you feel good too.

⠀࣭⋆ He loves your mouth. In his mouth. In his skin. On his nipples or around his dick. When you ask him what he wants, most of the time Daniel will merely respond with 'your mouth ' and it's up to you to decide exactly what to do with it.

⠀࣭⋆ He's on the quiet side and won't make many sounds other than whimpers and low grunts, whenever necessary struggling to form words under the sensation of alien pleasure that makes his mind spin.

⠀࣭⋆ Always praise him and tell him how much you love him and take good care of him after each session, his mind can go hazy after an orgasm.

⠀࣭⋆ In your relationship, the word 'rush' doesn't exist and Daniel is calm knowing that the goal of everything is to get to know each other, be more intimate and make each other feel good, there is no finish line. Even though all of Daniel's first times are special, make your first time making love with him even more so. If you can, prepare the environment in detail, light some candles perhaps and take your time to make him relaxed enough to stop talking so much. If you can't, that's okay too, sometimes it's better when things happen naturally.

⠀࣭⋆ Either way, make sure this night is special. Touch it with more reverence than usual. Say compliments to him, call him 'beautiful', 'adorable', 'breathtaking', 'mine', everything else you can think of and watch as he melts under the loving appreciation.

⠀࣭⋆ Build a trail of kisses from his closed eyelids to his ankles, avoiding, but just for now, where he most wants to be touched. Daniel will make the most beautiful sound when the first finger pushes through the ring of muscles, sinking in despite the resistance. Let him breathe, run your hands over his tense thighs and watch as he clenches beautifully around the intrusion. Take your time, rub his sensitive nipples with your thumbs and pinch them, this will make him relax enough for the next fingers and when your cock is finally inside him, 'splitting him in half' as Daniel whimpers, don't think about anything else but make this first time unforgettable for him.

The movie had long been forgotten. Daniel blamed you for continuing to touch him, hand on his thighs, squeezing, moving up and down, even though his attention was on the movie, he was very hyper-aware of your touch. It was your fault that now you were crammed together on your couch, kissing and rubbing and his body was so hot that he thought it was possible he had a fever; a shudder ran through his entire body every time your tongue traveled too deep into his mouth, seeming never get enough of his taste.

“I-I also want to make you feel good,” said Daniel and when a little confused you asked him to phrase it better, his answer almost led you to ruin him right there, “I want to... suck you... can I?”

You couldn't deny even if you wanted those hopeful eyes staring back at you. But when Daniel got down on his knees in front of you and started pulling your cock out of the pants, the filthiest thoughts flooded your mind and it took everything you had not to fuck his tight throat as he took you in his mouth, inexperienced and eager to please, occasionally stopping to ask if you were feeling good.

Daniel trembled every time the head of your cock rubbed against the roof of his mouth and made the low choking sound every time it came too close to his throat. You always knew about how sensitive the inside of his mouth was, it was hot as he flinched when your tongue explored his mouth, but this, this was even hotter.

His eyes opened and closed several times — he seemed to close them to focus more on what he was doing and then open them to make sure you were enjoying the way he was licking your member. This made you want to fuck his face until Daniel cried. Fuck, he was killing you with those little whimpers and moans. 'Is this good?', 'am I doing well?', 'do you like this?', 'am I doing this right?', 'I like it when you do it like this, I think you like it too'. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

During these torturous slow, delicious minutes, it takes all your self-control to remain seated on the couch, hips still and hands at your sides, not putting your hands on him because you didn't think you could stop yourself if you did.

But if you're not able to contain yourself and sink your cock down his throat, don't worry too much. Daniel just wants you to feel good and your lack of control will only make him hot and horny, eager to get down on his knees for you again and again, since now he knows exactly how to 'make you feel good'.

[narcissistshandler]

are you okay?! we haven't heard from you a month 😭😭

I'm, just having a little trouble writing, but there's no need to worry, even if I don't post anything this year, in January the posts will go back to normal

[narcissistshandler]

pls take ur time! hope your new job is treating you well :D

Thank you, you guys are lovely, I just need to finish the sequel to motel room then I'll start writing requests ♡

[narcissistshandler]

me reading each of the requests received: 🥴😩 (the updates will take a while as I started a new job and I'm still getting used to the change in my schedule, but they will come soon, don't worry)

[narcissistshandler]

Quickly passing by to remind you that the requests are open and that all received so far have been accepted

[narcissistshandler]

can you do a reo x male reader (top) and have it after nagi left reo in phase two (an idea i have: reader playing with shidou when they win and pick reo, the reader is a fantastic player and interested in reo, he basically picks up the pieces nagi caused and reo falls for him to slowly forgetting nagi or something, and maybe have nagi jealous or something> sorry if it’s really specific you can change it however you like)

𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x reo mikage

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 amab!reader, handjob (reo receiving), orgasm denial & blowjob (only mentioned), fingering (reo receiving), top!reader insinuated

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 that wasn't 'slowly' at all 😩 the inbox is officially clean and requests are open!

He had lost. Again.

Breathing heavily and blood rushing loudly through his ears, Reo's thoughts were loud and demanding; the eyes dark and hollow. Reality hit him like a punch: he was nothing without Nagi.

Inside him there was only anger and frustration, directed at himself, and especially at Nagi, who had abandoned him for Isagi. Damn Isagi.

Shidou was saying something with a maniacal smile on his face, he seemed to be singing victory given how tense Kunigami was next to Reo. Reo, however, could only understand one line: "You don't need to give me that look, you can choose."

Reo's shoulders were heavy, his eyes fixed on the ball in the center of the court. He knew, that was it, it was all over. He had ruined everything.

"You." The voice seemed to resonate across the court, the tone breathless. “You there,” you repeated, louder. "Reo Mikage, isn't it?"

He blinked and looked up. Your finger was pointed at him and Reo felt his legs lose strength. You had chosen him, it wasn't the end yet.

“Come on Reo,” you called.

Even now, Kunigami smiled at him and said something that Reo couldn't quite understand in his current state. His legs moved towards you on their own and Reo didn't look back, promising himself that he wouldn't lose again.

In a way, this was another defeat.

It was difficult to keep up with you and Shidou on the court. Reo waited for openings, tried to give assists, but you and Shidou fought for possession of the ball, to the point that more than once the match was interrupted by your arguments and fights that almost turned physical. Reo didn't know how to fit in between you two, he didn't know what his role should be.

This irritated him and after a match won by the combined madness of the two of you, without him even managing to control the ball before having it stolen by one of his teammates, it was difficult to shake off the emotions that always threatened to get the best of him.

But for some reason, victory aside, you seemed angrier than him, pushing him against the door of the shared dorm as soon as Shidou left to take a bath.

Reo was caught off guard by the sudden pressure of your fingers against his chest, the loud thud sounding as his back was forced against the door. He looked at you as if a new head had been born.

"What do you think you're doing!?"

But you didn't back down from the sharp words and the fire burning in the purple eyes.

“That’s my question,” you said. "You didn't even score a goal. It was like you were begging to have the ball stolen from you. I didn't choose you to be a dead weight on my back."

It didn't go unnoticed by Reo that you said 'mine' and not 'ours'. He remembered that you and Shidou were like two chemicals when together, equal measures for talent and disaster.

"Well, if you didn't play like two obsessed beasts-" he didn't have time to finish.

"I saw you playing with Nagi before and you weren't like that." This silenced him. "Even if you only helped that weirdo and seemed to do everything to make him win, you didn't seem as useless as you do now."

Reo chattered his teeth. The way you spoke about Nagi reminded him of how angry he was with you, but beyond that, it reminded him of what Isagi had said to him before. The truth was, Reo didn't know what football was without Nagi.

"I need Nagi," he said before he could even think more about his words. "I don't know what it's like to play without him."

He expected you to use the words against him, to attack him and mock his sudden confession, but on the contrary, Reo's sincerity seemed to calm you down.

"Then I'll teach you," you said and only then did Reo realize how close you were, it seemed threatening while you were arguing with him, but now the closeness made Reo feel something different. Your hand spread over his chest, rumbling under the touch. He took a deep breath, trapped between your body and the door, Reo had nowhere to run. Did he want to run though? Run away from you? Of whatever was... this. "Let me teach you how to be a little more egoist. You don't need Nagi, Reo, I'll show you that."

You felt as much friendship for him as you did for Shidou. You called him useless, by God. So why did the offer that felt like shaking the devil's hand send heat through Reo's sweaty postgame skin? and why did he not even blink when you slammed your mouth against his, teeth meeting for a brief moment in an aggression that made the his head spins?

Your hand rubbed over his chest through the shirt, groping, searching, oh, tugging at his nipple between your calloused fingers.

Reo panted against your mouth, his wobbly legs threatening to take him to the ground. He had never been kissed like this before, as if the other person wanted to kill him through the kiss, as if this were some kind of personal dispute. And given how fast his heart was beating, you should be winning.

"What you need to play better is a dick in your ass?" you mumbled against his mouth, saliva running down his chin because of the messy kiss, his tongue feeling heavy. The obscene words made Reo's cheeks burn, his pants suddenly feeling tight and uncomfortable. "Is this what Nagi fed you before every game?"

"No no no," Reo said desperately. "It was never like this with Nagi."

"But you wanted it though, didn't you?"

The question hung in the air, Reo looked into your eyes and could almost see his face reflected in them: flushed, embarrassed, like a virgin, like the filthiest whore too.

"Well, I can work with that." You pulled his nipple hard at the same time a smile pulled on your moist lips. Reo opened his mouth, ready to continue to argue and deny. But your knee slid between his legs, pressing against his hard cock made he lost the train of thought.

Twenty minutes later when Shidou came back from the shower, he saw a shirtless Reo lying face down on the bed and you sitting next to him, rubbing the purple strands of his hair. Shidou raised his eyebrows at the scene so different than when he left the two alone earlier, but you pretended not to notice.

Reo's ears were red and the clothes he was wearing before were lost somewhere around the dorm, if Shidou looked, he would soon find clues as to what had happened, you hadn't had much time to clean up and change your clothes. Shidou, however, just gave you a teasing smile—as if he knew exactly what had happened—and went to his bed.

It became a routine.

Every time Reo did badly in a match you punished him, never letting him cum. One time you climbed into his bed during the night, lulling him out of sleep with sensual kisses along his neck and a hand between his legs. You jerked him off for what seemed like hours, always stopping when Reo was close and then, you laughed in amusement and put his hard, pulsing and leaking cock back into his pants and returned to your bed. He could have touched himself and cummed, of course, you never forbade him to do so, but he never did.

It had become difficult not to get hard after each match, knowing that a good performance would allow him to cum - like the time you let him fuck your throat - and that a bad one would cost him a good night's sleep and his body begging to be touched.

What he liked most however were the kisses, the soft compliments you said against his mouth, how your hands seemed to fit perfectly around his slim waist while your tongue ravaged his mouth. And Reo melted against you, panting like he had run a marathon and always ready for more.

In the next match, the opponents were easily defeated and as soon as it was over, Reo seemed to get anxious, looking at you, seeming to imagine how you would reward him for the goals he scored.

You went to the dorm with the three new teammates and a Shidou who never seemed to shut up. Now it was difficult to find a moment to sneak away and be alone and even outside the dormitory there were many eyes. Reo didn't want to risk being caught doing something for anyone, but he was also eager to be touched again, to have your hands on him, your mouth on his... He didn't know if he could wait much longer.

Time continued to pass, slowly.

It was only when Reo slid into the pool from the bathing area that you then touched him. It was nothing at first, just a touch on his bare arm to guide him closer to you and away from the edge where the other boys were. But the touch didn't go away after Reo approached, instead your hand touched his ribs, making him jump and look at you with obvious questioning.

You didn't recognize the silent question and acting normally, you let your fingers go down until they disappeared under the hot water, where no one could see when you reached the curve of Reo's ass and pressed your thumb against the wrinkled edge.

Reo looked around repeatedly, even though no one was paying attention to the two of you and and it was difficult to see anything under the water, his heart still sped up and his dick gave an interested twitch. Nagi's eyes on the other side met his at the exact moment you pressed a finger inside Reo's dry hole and he had to hold back from moaning and exposing to everyone what you were really doing to him.

Reo wanted to look away, he really did, but your finger sinking inside him for the first time, strange and dislocated and sending sparks of heat down his spine, made it difficult to think rationally about anything. Even looking in another direction felt like too much work.

Looking at Nagi as your finger stretched him for the first time... Reo could feel the shame gnawing at his stomach.

And Nagi was looking back at him, watching without knowing the moment your finger explored Reo's virgin hole. The shame was heavy and deadly, but the new sensation was too good to care about being seen.

A whimper left Reo's mouth when you pushed another finger inside him, the burning of the stretch making him clench his teeth and then, you began to move them, began to fuck Reo. It was a low, choked sound that no one else would pay attention to, but Nagi did.

It felt so good. The stretch. The attention. The anxiety. You.

He wished he could be loud and let you know how good you made him feel, but he couldn't, just imagining all the eyes turning to him...

Reo bit his lower lip to silence himself and sank his hand under the water, closing the fingers around his hard cock, he began to masturbate.

Your fingers started to move faster, hot water touching the inside of Reo's walls and when you leaned in close, he thought you would kiss him there, in front of everyone, in front of Nagi. But once you got close enough, you whispered where only Reo could hear, "Do you like having him watching you?"

"No," he whispered back, leaning towards you. Part of him was turned on by being watched by Nagi, but it was you who was touching him and making him feel good, not Nagi. "Only you." That brings a smile to your mouth.

"Then cum on my fingers, pretty boy."

Reo eagerly complied, pulling his cock harder, rocking the hips back against your fingers. He needed more. He needed to cum. He wanted to cum for you.

He thought about what it would be like to have something thicker in him, what it would be like to have your cock opening his hole, sinking in deep... The image was enough to make him come, trembling and convulsing around your fingers, too embarrassed to stop search in the other boys' faces to see if they had realized what had happened.

“Come on, let’s get out,” you said as removed your fingers from him. Reo never thought it was possible to feel so empty. He tugged on his cock once more through the sensitivity and then let it go, finally breaking eye contact with Nagi as he followed you out of the bath area, eager to know if you had anything else planned for him. He wanted you to hold him in your arms and kiss him, praise him for his performance in the previous match. He always wanted more.

Nagi however stayed behind as he watched you and Reo leave the bathing area together, smiling at each other and exchanging whispers, bodies very close. He can't help but think: You've changed Reo.