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venusxstars · 10 months
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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇! ⸻ nsfw.
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itoshi sae × fem!reader
keynotes ⸻ dom itoshi sae. slight mention of penetration. clit stimulation. nipple play. praise. dirty talking. thigh humping. wherein you have a hard time cumming from finger to clit stimulation and penetration, so sae let's you do what you think feels best for you.
venus' note ⸻ just wanted to put this here since everyone's bodies don't work and feel the same. what may be pleasurable for others may not be for you, and that's normal. ( also, sae's thighs are so thick & hot i wanna smother my face— )
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"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK—" Sae breathy groans brushes against the side of your ear as his cock pounds into you desperately. "So fucking tight around my cock, shiiit—"
You moan softly in response, his obscene words shooting directly through your pussy, but nothing too good enough to pull you closer to the edge. You feel as if you're simply standing at the edge of a cliff, but never actually falling into a sort of mind-blanking orgasm that you hear your friends and other people in the internet talk about.
Your brows furrow, gripping his shoulders tighter with your nails digging against his skin. You buck your hips upward in need and this causes your boyfriend to pound into you harder.
"I'm gonna fucking cum, baby— fuck! cum for me please, cum with me—" He licks his middle and index finger and brings it to your clit, rubbing fast circles. "Come on, baby— you can do it—"
You clench your pussy purposely tighter, bucking your hips more as you feel his cock twitch inside you. You bite your lip, tearing up a little as he pulls out to shoot spurts of cum all over your stomach, squeezing and pumping his dick to ride out his own orgasm.
You lay down on the bed, frustrated and frowning. Why is it that nothing seems to work? You've gone and went to different websites, obtaining knowledge on your own anatomy and learning about other people's sex experiences to guide you, but nothing seems to work in bed with your boyfriend. You clench the sheets tighter, frowning further.
"Is there something wrong with me?" Your words tumble out of your mouth before you could think about it further.
You jolt when a hand lightly chops your forehead. You turn your gaze up to see your boyfriend staring blankly at you, now calming down from his high but still breathing heavily.
"There's nothing wrong with you, stupid." He shakes his head.
"T-Then, why didn't I—" You halt, scratching your head in irritation.
"Hey, hey, relax." He catches your hand and gently places it down on the bed. "Everyone's bodies are different."
"I know, it's just..." You sigh. "It still doesn't change the fact that I'm pretty boring in bed."
He lightly sends a chop on your head again you pout. "You're not boring in bed." A light shade of red spreads across the apples of his cheeks as he mutters under his breath. "You're the only person who's ever made me feel this way. Now..."
You gasp when he pulls you to sit up, running his palms against the side of your neck as he gazes at you intensely with his greenish-cerulean eyes. He tilts your head up with a thumb to your chin, and soon, he's pulling you in for a soft kiss. You move closer, clenching your thighs together tightly as the earlier frustration blooms into your body once more.
He pulls away a few minutes later, a string of saliva stretching between your previously connected lips. His lips then lands onto your neck, licking and nipping at the skin lightly, causing you to moan.
"Let's find out what makes you feel good" He rasps out and bites the shell of your ear.
Your fingers dig onto his back and pull him closer. You gasp once more when his hands that were once holding the back of your neck and your waist moves up to grasp your breasts suddenly. His hands hovering ever so slightly against your puffy nipples, poke against the center of his palms before he's grasping your breasts completely. His hands are rough against your skin, kneading the flesh and pinching the little swollen buds.
Your lips part as a moan erupts from your throat.
"How do you touch yourself, baby? How do you make yourself cum? Come on, tell me" He breathes out against your ear roughly, still kneading your tits.
"A-Ah—" All that you could seem to respond with are soft noises and unintelligible words.
He halts and pinches your nipples a little harder all of a sudden, causing you to gasp. "Come on, baby, tell me. Do you shove your fingers up into your cute cunt?"
You shook your head shakily as he continues to pinch your nipples.
"Then what?" He licks the side of your neck before biting and sucking onto the skin. "Can't help you if you won't tell me"
He pulls you to sit on his lap and grabs your ass as he continues to place kisses on your neck and collarbone. You buck your hips a little against his and he pulls back slightly with a groan. His eyes are half-lidded as he smirks. "Bet you like to hump my pillow whenever I'm away."
Your hips move as you paw at his shoulders, trying to gain more friction.
"Oh? So I'm right?" He chuckles, adjusting your position so your straddling his left thigh. He clenches his muscle and push you down with hands on your ass. He feels a slight pulse coming from your pussy and he smirks. "I'm right, hm? Come on. Use me then, baby. Bet I feel a thousand times better than just my fucking pillow."
You whine, bucking your hips against his muscled thighs and placing your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. Fuck, he was so right. Not just in the aspect of humping his pillow while he was away, but also the fact that he feels a thousand times better. You twitch, moving your hips desperately, wetting his thigh with your arousal.
"Fuck, she's drooling for me, baby" He grunts against your ears, getting you even more riled up. He dips his head down and catches one of your nipples between his teeth before he's sucking and biting on it.
"H-Haah, S-Sae!"
He hums against your breast, eyes pinned to your face to watch your expressions contort to one of pleasure. "Hm? Yes, baby? Talk to me."
You only respond with a moan, throwing your head back and pushing your chest against him more. You buck your hips desperately, and when he notices that you were losing your rhythm, he guides your hips with his hands on your waist. He pulls you down against his thigh further, your cunt brushing against his skin more.
"A-Ah!"
"Good?" He chuckles breathlessly, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He brushes his hair back quickly before continuing to guide your hips. "Look at you... so pretty humping my thigh like a bunny in heat. You like that hm?"
You bite your lip hard, sliding your cunt back and forth against his thigh with a slight bounce, and with each time your clit slaps lightly against his skin, a shock of pleasure runs through your belly. The pleasure multiplies as his mouth comes in contact with your neck again as one of his hands play with your breast and while the other grips your hips tightly.
"I-I'm gonna—"
"Gonna cum?" He rasps, lips more desperate against your neck. "Come on, baby, cum for me. You can do it, fucking cum. Yeah, just like that..."
You twitch before your pussy stutters as your orgasm washes over you like a strong tidal wave, rushing all over your body. You shake a little, riding your orgasm with slow bucks of your hips before you eventually calm down and fall onto the bed. Your chest rise and fall deeply as you lay down in exhaustion.
You make eye contact with your boyfriend and he sends you a wink with his expressionless face. "Knew you could do it."
You throw a pillow onto his face.
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alaskasmonsters · 1 year
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𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (michael kaiser)
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pairing: michael kaiser x gn!reader
contents: flirting, foreign language (german), teasing, petnames, enemies to lovers, mistaking attraction for hatred, reader has anger issues
w/c: 2.486 (istg this was meant to be short,,,)
summary: kaiser is infuriating. there is just something about him that made your blood boil. and when the boy started teasing you in german, knowing damn well you had no idea what he was saying you could only imagine what type of things he was saying about you.
a/n: oh look it’s my favourite trope. mistaking attraction for hatred. <3 kaiser speaks german in this one because *looks at hand* i do what i want :)) you’ll find the translations for what he says at the bottom of the post. they are pulled from my own brain (this is me trying to say i am in fact fluent in german shshshhs) also writing some of kaiser’s lines made me cringe bdhdh ngl he thinks he’s so hot 🙄🙄 and he is also the title is lowkey highkey misleading hahaha
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Kaiser got under your skin like no one else did. He always had that particular skill. No matter what he did, no matter what he said, the boy infuriated you to no end.
Everything about him down to his stupid smirk, his playful tone, his insufferable confidence and sometimes even just the way he would look at you… there was nothing in the world that managed to rile you up as much as being stuck in the same room as that boy.
Unfortunately, this was something that happened quite often. Kaiser and you being forced upon each other, like the universe was playing some twisted game, waiting to see who of you would break first and go at each other’s throat.
And you were pretty sure you were losing.
If getting the chance to choke Kaiser could be classified as a loss, that was. Maybe it would be a blessing. Maybe you shouldn’t look a gifted horse in the mouth. Maybe you should just wipe that arrogant smirk off his smug face forever and call it a day. Then you’d be rid of the pest called Michael Kaiser.
The boy who managed to bring out the ugliest side of you. An angry side, a spiteful side, a childish side. A side you did not like about yourself. A side you’d rather ignore, push deep deep down to the depths of your subconsciousness and never let see the light of day again.
You had no idea what you did to deserve this. Why the universe decided to punish you specifically was beyond your comprehension. Haven’t you always been an upstanding citizen? Haven’t you always tried your best to not be an asshole, to not let your anger get the best of you? And yet, and yet, here you were once again, standing in front of Kaiser, who was regarding you with one of his trademark smirks, while you were struggling to keep your cool.
The boy knew exactly how to push your buttons and he never held back. No, he seemed to bathe in your attention, all satisfied smirks and gleaming eyes, and your anger only spurring him on in his mission to be the most infuriating man on the planet.
You didn’t even know who started it this time but you were blaming Kaiser anyway. After all he was usually the one breaking the unspoken rule that was put in place for the two of you that said you were not allowed to interact. Because of how little you got along you were also advised to avoid each other as much as possible.
Regardless of who was the initiator today, it didn’t matter. The damage was already done. The “damage” being you, standing here, chest swirling with burning hot anger and Kaiser, who had nothing better to do than make it worse.
Like fucking always.
You hated Kaiser, and most days you were sure he hated you, too. Still, it was always you who got upset with him and it was always he who liked to make a joke out of the whole situation. Probably because he knew it would only infuriate you more.
The boy loved pushing your buttons.
“Weißt du, du bist echt süß,” Kaiser purred, tilting his head to the side as he regarded you, “Einfach zum Anbeißen.”
You frowned, jaw clenching in irritation as you glared at his smug face, the mocking tone of his voice not going past you.
Even when he was speaking another language. Despite knowing full well you couldn’t understand him and that you hated it. He loved it, though. Speaking German when you were already angry, knowing it only made it worse.
Whatever insults he spout at you or names he called you in the other language, with a fake smile in place, you couldn’t possibly know. But you expected the worst.
“Michael,” you warned.
His eyebrow ticked up at the usage of his first name.
That was only a small triumph. He preferred being called by his last name, especially by you. He was a weirdo who got off being addressed with the title of an emperor, and you weren’t an exception. You knew it made his skin buzz, could see it in the way he’d lit up.
Kaiser nodded, seemingly to himself as he leaned his shoulder against one of the lockers of the dressing room. Why you were even in here was beyond you. Maybe today was the day of bad decisions.
“Und dann ist es noch so einfach, dich sauer zu machen, fast schon witzig,” he continued, not dropping his smirk.
His eyes narrowed at you mockingly, hands pushed deep into his pants pockets. He seemed to look relaxed but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, waiting for what you’d do next. If you’d leave, like you did many times, storm out and slam the door shut behind you or if you’d talk back, something you often couldn’t resist either.
Your jaw ticked. Knowing that Kaiser was well aware of how easy you were to anger and provoking you anyways was something that got your blood boiling like nothing else. Your heart was already thumping wildly in your chest, the sound of it rushing to your ears. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, spurting you to act, to run or to argue or maybe to punch him. And worst of all, you could already feel the onset of shivers.
It was such a nasty betrayal of your body.
Whenever you got upset, you started shaking. It was most likely the adrenaline but if driven to a certain point of anger it’s something you couldn’t help. Your hands and your shoulders and your legs would start shaking and you’d stand there looking like a stupid chihuahua — at least Kaiser loved to compare you to one of those.
He loved to make fun of you for it. He loved to make fun of you for a lot of things…
Your body moved before you could think.
“You’re a fucking jerk,” you hissed, stepping closer until you were stood right in front of him and digging your finger into his chest.
Kaiser didn’t appear appalled or the slightest bit worried about your trembling form. His grin was sharp, eyes narrowed with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Your anger, like so often, only seemed to spur him on.
He leant forward, pushing off the wall, weight against your finger on his chest increasing as he came face to face with you. Before you knew it his hand was on your face. His fingers found your chin, pointer finger gently lifting it as his thumbs graced your cheeks.
You froze, heart skipping a beat in disbelief at the audacity of this man. Your face flushed, you could feel the anger in your cheeks now.
“Wenn du meinst, Schatz,” Kaiser mused, emphasizing the last word and leant closer, your noses barely a breath apart.
Your hands tightened into fists by your side. You should move. You should push him away, maybe slap him while you were at it but you found yourself frozen, completely shocked by the intrusion of personal space. That was unfair. He couldn’t do that when you were angry.
Wait, no! He couldn’t do that at all!
Kaiser hummed, watching the conflict wash across your face with interest, lifting your chin up higher and dipping his head lower.
That was the moment your brain decided to bid its goodbye, your brain cells frying with its departure.
You had no idea what was happening. Whether Kaiser had just seen something on your face and gracefully decided to take it upon himself to remove it with his lips, or if he had finally thrown his last bit of dignity out of the window and was planning to bite you.
Which didn’t make much sense, because out of the two of you you were certainly the one struggling to keep yourself from being violent with him. He had never even come close, unless he was as good at hiding it as you would like to hope you were.
Kaiser’s face was still moving closer.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized what the only logical follow up to this action was and you stopped, not moving away when you easily could have, waiting for Kaiser to seal your lips with his.
But before it could come to that Kaiser stopped, waiting a moment, before drawing back, observing you out of hooded eyes and taking in your…whatever expression you must be making that moment.
If you had to guess it was probably similar to whatever a crashing Windows would be looking like.
“You look like you really want this ‘jerk’ to kiss you, though,” he murmured, still only centimeters away from your lips.
Before you could decide to do anything, like actually push him away or maybe pull him closer or any other insane thing, Kaiser giggled, fucking giggled, before pulling back. He didn’t withdraw without planting a kiss against your forehead, though, making you flinch.
What the-
You gaped at him, blinking. Then you realized what just happened.
You had almost let Kaiser kiss you.
You. had. almost. let. Kaiser. kiss. you.
You had almost let Kaiser kiss you!
No, wait, this wasn’t even all there was.
Kaiser had almost kissed you!
Kaiser, the most infuriating man on the planet, the asshole that got off on fighting with you, had almost kissed you. No, he did kiss you! On the forehead. He had planted his lips there, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which it wasn’t!
Who even did that? Who kissed their…their…enemy anywhere?
Your hand touched the space above your brows his lips had touched, as you stared at him. He gave you a challenging look.
“You’re….you’re so? You’re unbelievable!” You stuttered, completely out of your depth.
The both of you had entered new territory with this action of his and you had no idea how to act.
“Oh? Am I?” he asked unconcerned.
You glared at him, raising your finger then changed your mind. Instead you turned around and started stomping towards the door. You could not be dealing with this right now.
You simply refused.
Kaiser chuckled, snatching your wrist. “Come on, don’t be like that. If you wanted me to kiss you you should have just said so.”
You clenched your jaw, somehow managed to talk yourself out of actually hitting him and instead only ripped your wrist from his grip.
“I didn’t !”
“Mh?”
“I didn’t want you to kiss me, you asshole,” you bit out, turning to look back at him over your shoulder, face lowered and eyes narrowed to give him your best glare.
Kaiser looked unimpressed.
“Is that so?” He tilted his head to the side, grin cheeky.
“Oh now you can speak a language I understand,” you growled, winning the inner fight against your voice of reason and facing him again.
“Magst du es nicht, wenn ich deutsch für dich spreche?” He feigned hurt, placing his hand over his heart. “Das verletzt mich echt.”
You wanted to bury your face in your hands and scream. But you didn’t. Because you were strong. So, so strong. And so brave about it.
“You know I hate that. Stop being so fucking infuriating.”
He snickered. “Why are you even so mad at me all the time?“
“Because you’re infuriating!” You deadpanned.
“And yet you find me irresistible.”
“Irresistible not to beat up.”
“How crude.”
“Shut up, already?”
With every moment the urge to wipe that self-satisfied grin from his face became stronger and with it your resolve to hold back slowly started to crumble.
Kaiser seemed to notice. Just like a shark who smelt blood he could always detect your weaknesses.
“Or what?” The challenged, stepping closer, voice lowering into a murmur, “You know, if you don’t stop being so rude I might actually have to kiss you to shut you up.”
You gaped at him, trying to step back and gain more distance between you when he took another step forward but your feet were rooted to the spot.
Was it really so easy to catch you off guard? Was Kaiser really capable of reducing you to such a mess with the threat of a kiss?
The boy laughed softly, enjoying whatever expression you must be making with your face right now. Maybe this time it was similar to a cornered animal.
“I said shut up,” you repeated, but your words had lost their heat and your face wasn’t just flushed from anger anymore.
A few moments ago you had fantasized of punching Kaiser in the face, and now…now he was saying those confusing things like they had been on his mind for a while now and you were unable to shift your focus anywhere but his slowly approaching lips.
Why did he even think of kissing you? You hated him. He hated you. What kind of fucked up game was this?
Kaiser bent forward again, suddenly directly in front of your face. How he had managed to get so close again was a mystery to you.
“Make me,” he murmured, a challenge visible in his eye.
You snarled, your anger finally taking the upper hand as your arm shot forward, fingers burying themselves in the fabric of Kaiser’s collar. You considered pushing him away, forcing him to give you space. Instead, and for no reason you were able to understand you pulled, yanking him down. Then you pressed your lips to his.
Kaiser‘s mouth felt warm against yours, lips both chapped and soft, the hand now on your waist firm. He pulled you closer, returning the kiss with fierce
You shouldn‘t question this. Not right now…maybe never. Yeah, never was probably for the best.
“Maybe you don’t hate me as much as you pretend you do,” Kaiser hummed against your lips.
The words managed to bring you back to your senses. At least partly. At least enough for you to realize what you were doing. And what you were doing was kissing Kaiser, you, who had been given a chance and still chose.
Had you actually just done this?
“You! I- Fuck you!” You hissed.
This was…You hated Kaiser. You hated him. He made you angry. On purpose! What were you doing here…kissing him?
You loosened your grip around Kaiser‘s shirt and used your flat palm to push him away. The boy didn‘t stumble, barely took a step back when you had already turned around, ready to run off.
Kaiser‘s amused laughter followed you as you pushed through the door and rushed down the corridor. His last shouted words, “Bye Schatz!” accompanying you as you disappeared behind the next corner.
You couldn‘t believe what had just happened.
You had kissed Kaiser. And the worst part about it? You kinda wanted to do it again.
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translations:
“You know, you’re really cute. I could eat you right up.”
“Not to mention how easy it is to rile you up, it’s almost funny.”
“If you say so, honey (=verbatim ‘treasure’).”
“Don’t you like it when i speak german for you? That hurts me.”
“Bye honey (=verbatim ‘treasure’)”
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noomon · 9 months
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. . . itoshi sae. promise.
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synopsis. lingering connections were a pain when you’ve already made a promise to distance yourself away from sae.
note. @jisbizarre, @hanmasdolly, and @kouyun. please, this is my first time writing a long work so go easy on me. also, this was inspired by laufey’s song called promise!
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for as long as sae could remember, love was this strange, compelling feeling that he had difficulty sorting through.
to him, it was more than just plain-old love.
the word is more complex and multifaceted than people around him make it out to be, and sae absolutely despises that fact.
love made you do things that, at times, went against your rationality, made you question your worth and standing in the relationship—things that one wouldn’t usually mull over before, and when a state of stress courses through one’s mind because of this so-called love, it can lead to them making careless decisions, which would often more than not be justified as an “act all in the name of love.”
he thinks and thinks until he finally comes to terms with the fact that he was adamantly weak when it came to love.
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“listen to me, sae—“
“i’m tired, y/n. can we talk about this later?”
“no!” you refute, exasperated. “you’re always tired whenever i try and confront you.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
“then what do you want me to do?” he quietly sighs. “i’m going to get some rest; i suggest you do as well. it might lessen the chance of us being snappy at one another let’s talk about this tomorrow,” sae says, and in his eyes there is not much concern as he disappears to his bedroom, not bothering to acknowledge the dinner you made for him.
when he’s out of sight, a pathetic, defeated chuckle leaves your lips as you collapse on your knees on the wooden floor.
the more he avoids the topic, the more your suspicions are fed. insecurities that linger in the back of your head rose to the plate as you felt tears prick the corner of your eyes.
what are you to sae?
and the question remains unanswered as you eat the dinner that went cold alone, mulling whether you’re going to regret what you’re about to do or not.
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when sae wakes up the next morning, he woke up to an empty house.
odd, he thinks to himself as he wanders around, still a bit groggy and dazed.
once he saw that a portion of your things were gone, just then was he now wide awake. his brows creased, confused. he glanced around your bedroom, confirming that most of your belongings were nowhere in sight.
surely you wouldn’t have just left without a note or even a simple text, right?
. . .
right?
fear and a certain feeling of anomity stir in his chest as he frantically searches high and low, making sure to check every room in his house—even the unoccupied guest room—for even the slighest trace or clue for where you could’ve gone.
“where are you?” he breathes out, dialing your phone number.
the first ring comes and goes, and he’s redirected to your voicemail.
the second ring is similar to the first one; he’s once again redirected to your voicemail.
“hello, you’ve reached l/n y/n—“
and comes the third ring, where an automated line says to him, “sorry, the number cannot be reached.”
a frustrated sigh came from your boyfriend as he thought of where you might have gone.
he could try to contact your friends and ask them about your whereabouts, but that would seem as though he’s overthinking it, no?
oh, who was he kidding?
you’ve disappeared out of the blue, and he has no idea what to do.
that is, until he noticed the little sticky note that was pinned to the refrigerator by a magnet. he carefully took the paper in his hand, reading through it with utmost focus.
a frown made its way to his lips as he finished reading.
you’ve gone back to your hometown, and you left a message to let him know.
i went back to my hometown to visit my family. see you when i get back, and then we can talk about us. “let’s take this as an opportunity to lessen the chance of us being snappy at one another.”
a much needed “break” is the main focus of your message to him, so sae does his best to recall what he had done wrong, and decides to respect your wishes.
he’ll be focusing on football even with your absence in the meantime.
but a worrying thought crosses over his mind, one that makes his face scrunch, unpleased with the mere idea of it actually happening.
surely, this would all simmer down when you two get the space you two needed, sae internally reassured himself.
well, sae thought wrong.
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it’s been sixteen days since you’ve been in contact with sae.
sixteen long days that dragged on made you hesitant of your decision. the resistance you put to use was waning as you remembered the person waiting for you at home. no, not the home you are currently staying at, but the home where you wish he was waiting for you.
were you going to crack so easily without figuring yourself out first?
how sure were you that he’d even be excited to see you?
in the sixteen days you’ve gone without any sort of contact with sae, you’ve had just enough time to reflect on what’s been bothering you for months now.
it may be a reach, but, you’ve figured out that your relationship with sae could never work out. at first, it was just tell-tales of his delusional fans, and then, as time went by, you noticed how his demeanor was slowly reverting back to when he first met you: distant and cold, always irritated, and coming home tired from football practice.
you aren’t reassured if he still loves you.
your gestures went unnoticed without fail.
he didn’t even make an effort to send you a text to simply check up on your well-being and whatnot.
and no matter how much your friends and family told you to let go, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. still clinging onto that hope that you’re wrong. that he still loves you, that he still appreciates whatever it is that you do for him—no matter how feeble or grand it is.
that you are something—no, still someone—to him because all you’ve felt for the past few months is that you are no more than someone who is nothing to sae.
“i’m so pathetic,” you cry out, burying yourself in your sheets in search of solace.
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sae didn’t even notice that sixteen days had gone by until rin, his brother with whom he had a few issues, asked him about it.
“huh?”
“what? you didn’t keep track of the days?” asked the younger itoshi, just as confused as his brother. “i only knew because you told me about it a few days ago.”
“sixteen?”
“yes. have you two broken up during your so-called break?”
“what? of course not,” he answers with a scowl.
“i don’t know what’s going on with you and them, but i suggest you try and fix what you’ve done wrong,” rin says, his tone flat and disinterested.
has he really been so immersed in football that he has completely forgotten about you?
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when the eighteenth day rolls around, you’ve broken your promise to yourself.
the feelings you dealt with just kept on weighing you down, preventing you from going on with your day as usual. the temptation urging you to finally come back to him for a proper conversation and maybe even closure of this exhausting relationship you shared with him.
what really pushed it was that you saw a boy who greatly resembled your boyfriend. though he was much taller than sae, he still possessed those same distinct eyelashes.
that was the final straw; you were going to meet up with sae, and, hopefully, meet up with him for the final time.
because, you reasoned with yourself, it may hurt to be something in a relationship with sae, it’s even worse to be nothing at all. and you couldn’t let it weigh me down anymore.
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“i’m tired, sae.” you told him, holding onto his hands to keep yourself grounded.
“then rest.”
“i’m not joking with you, please.”
“neither am i,” he replies, and for the first time in a while, he sounds genuine rather than sarcastic and blunt. “tell me what’s wrong, and i’ll fix it for you. if you need me to do something, i’ll do it, just say the word, y/n. just stay, and we can talk about this.”
“that’s what you said frequently,” you said, shaking your head. “but your words hold no truth to them. when you say that, it just gives me false hope. i know that when tomorrow comes, you’ll forget and circumstances thin out our chances of actually working through this. it hurts because i’m the only one making the effort here.”
sae gulpsed; his words caught in his throat.
“It’s. . . just, let me go because i’ve already come to terms with it. i hope you do as well.”
your goodbye to him is a small wave, and he watches as you disappear from him just like that.
“don’t try and salvage our relationship through desperation, ok? it is not going to be an act all in the name of love if you do so, sae. what i’m doing is what is best for me, and what is best for you.”
those words echoed in his head like an endless gong, and he didn’t even get to say anything due to everything coming as a surprise to him.
nevertheless, he understands. he’s done wrong, and there are dire consequences to pay for his ignorance.
sae was adamantly weak when it came to love, and your withered relationship is solid proof of that.
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obliteration-onearth · 9 months
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[ as nagi seishiro's supportive girlfriend ]
nagi had been waiting for you ever since you texted him that you'd be there in his apartment, in his arms within ten minutes but now that the ten minutes have lapsed, to what nagi feels, a decade, he's growing a bit restless and can't focus on his game. it subconsciously causes him to sabotage his character on nintendo in favor of calling you.
he just wants his favorite girl beside him.
one of his favorite memories happens to be the moments where comfortable silence fills the room, infused with your distant humming every now and then created a perfect melody and atmosphere for him to play in peace; he thinks he plays better when you're there too!
so when your number flashed across the screen of his phone, he'd contemplate coming off as a needy boyfriend, up until he'd hear the door of his dorm click open, the sound of shoes being flicked off with a few familiar grunts following. nagi's phone falls to the bed as he starts to leisurely make his way out of the room to see you.
when his desolate gray eyes meet up with your bright and caring ones, his eyes lit up as well, a reflection of how much your love affects him.. and your presence in general. he would feel little tingles at the depths of his stomach as he'd lazily wrap an arm around your waist, bringing you close to his tall figure.
"what took you so long?"
nagi's voice drawled out, his head lulling to the side as a smile stretches across your lips to see your adorable boyfriend. your eyes would seem to gleam with a certain lovestruck shine to them as you'd press a small kiss to your boyfriend's forehead.
the tingly feelings fill nagi's stomach once more as he effortlessly carries your smaller figure towards his room, back pressed against his shoulder whilst your legs hung. his hand kept a firm grap on your thighs before placing you on the bed, setting you in his lap as he holds his console once more.
a shy expression would cross his face as he felt your soft kisses against his cheek, the tingly feeling growing stronger with each kiss as he somehow focuses on his game exceptionally better than when he was waiting for you.
he had his arm looped around your waist, trapping you in his hold as he played his silly games. a giggle of yours seemed to echo throughout the room as you entangled your fingers in his hair, fingertips gently coursing through the strands of his scalp to massage him better.
nagi would feel sheer peace at your action, overwhelm with a certain serenity he would feel from no other. as you began to ramble on softly about your day, he'd revel in your head massage and half of his focus would be split to his game.
"i'm sorry i'd taken so long, sei. i couldn't find the bracelet i'd made for you." you'd hum, voice gentle and soothing as you take a small bracelet from the pocket of your jacket.
nagi's eyes seem to invigorate with a sudden excitement at the sight of the bracelet, he'd never received anything like it before, well, if you didn't count the gifts and trinkets he'd hoarded from reo all these years.
with a pause of his game, nagi would take the bracelet from you hands and stare at it momentarily, wondering all sorts of things like where'd you- it's nice of you to make a bracelet but was he really worth such a treasure?
shutting out those negative thoughts, he'd slip on the bracelet, admiring the way it looked on his wrist. with this, your smile would only widen as you'd guide nagi's head towards you and plant a kiss to his lips.
now.. don't start teasing nagi now, one of the most vital things in his life was your affection so don't use it like that, when you kiss him, prolong it even just a little bit. that's what nagi would sometimes think, that your chaste kisses were essentially a ruse.
a small pout would form at nagi's lips as he'd lean in and crash them against yours, both of your mouths colliding in a seamless way, as if made for one another.
the grin on your lips couldn't have been wider as they pressed against nagi's, the familiar feeling of your smile being something he's long loved about you.
after a moment or two of nagi simply stealing your breaths, nagi would part from you yet keep the proximity close between your lips, seeing as you began to caress his cheek in that loving way you do.
"it's something i thought you could wear for your games.." you'd mutter quietly whilst piercing your gaze through his, your smile seeming to a descendent of the sun with the light it seemed to evoke in his world.
the tingly feeling with evaporate into something larger, more intense, passion, it seemed to be ruminating inside his heart for you. "do you like it?"
the question would ring through his ears as he'd stare at his you, unable to keep his eyes off of you but not in a sensual way, in a way where he'd wonder how a loser like him managed to discover such a special girl, a perfect one at that.
"yeah, it's nice.."
the bracelet seemed to fit his wrist seamlessly, barely jiggling around and remaining within a few inches of his wrist ( if it did move at all ). with black beads as the base, the center would contain a heart in your favorite color, which nagi knew. beside the small heart would be his nickname, 'sei', the name only you had the privilege of referring to him as.
"i thought you could wear it for games, like a lucky charm." you say, voice a tad timid yet a smile would continue to exhibit on your features.
"thanks, i'll wear it next time."
the moment of realisation would soon strike him, as the bubbly feelings seemed to explode within his heart. when he'd watch you with a mesmerized face, your eyes seemingly glued onto him with cartoonish hearts carved into your pupils, he knew. he loved you.
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( a/n: i'll get better istg )
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maochira · 1 year
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"Du spielst immer wieder Gott mit deiner Macht!"
Ness was yelling at Kaiser at a volume you've never heard him speak in. You didn't know he was capable of being so loud.
tags: gn!reader x Alexis Ness, reader is around 18 years old and works at Blue Lock, angst, hurt/comfort, Ness my poor baby boy, reader and Ness can be seen as in a platonic or romantic relationship it's your choice, Ness snaps at Kaiser holy fuck, I recommend listening to this song because it inspired this fic
"Du spielst immer wieder Gott mit deiner Macht!" Ness repeated, but you couldn't understand what he was saying because you didn't have your translator earbuds in, so you quickly tried to get them out of your pocket.
Originally, you were walking past Kaiser's room because you had to get to Noa's office to give him something from Ego. But that had to wait.
"It's always Isagi you talk about! Always him!" Now you were able to understand what Ness was saying, or well, he was yelling. Almost screaming. "What about me?!"
But to your surprise, you didn't hear Kaiser yell anything back. He didn't even talk at all. You could picture the scene that was happening inside Kaiser's room in your head: Ness, full of anger, standing in front of Kaiser, while Kaiser looks down at him with a cold gaze. Or a smirk. Both would be possible for him.
The silence that followed was uncomfortable, almost scary. You knew your task was to get to Noa, but staying here right now felt a lot more important. Just in case. After all, you and Ness were quite close. You wanted to be there for him if needed.
"Get the fuck out of my sight." Kaiser broke the silence with a cold voice.
For a second you debated with yourself to leave, but ended up staying.
The door to Kaiser's door opened and Ness exited the room. He looked like a mess, a few tears still running down his cheeks, which he wiped away with his sleeve.
His head was lowered, so he only noticed you when he raised his head a couple seconds after closing the door.
"(Y/N)?" His eyes widened a little. "Oh... You heard that?"
You nodded. "Are you okay? You can talk to me if you want to."
Ness shrugged in response. "No, it's fine." He faked a smile. "I'll return to my room." And before you got to think about an answer, Ness ran away.
You thought about following him, but decided not to. Maybe he just needed a moment for himself. After all, he really looked like a mess. He was probably feeling like one as well.
So you continued your original task and headed to Noa's room.
But the entire time, you couldn't get Ness out of your head. The words he yelled at Kaiser repeating over and over in your head.
"Du spielst immer wieder Gott mit deiner Macht!"
Even though you didn't know what that meant, you remembered the emotions you heard when he yelled those words. You could almost feel them yourself.
Even after returning to your own room, Ness was stuck in your head.
You thought about going to his room to check on him, but the moment you got up from your bed, you heard someone knocking on your door.
"(Y/N)?" It was Ness. "You... You offered me to talk to you, right?"
You opened the door and looked at him. "I did." A small smile across your lips. "Come in."
Both of you sat down on your bed, and at first, silence filled the room. Ness seemed to think about what to say, but after a bit he was able to put his thoughts into words.
He tells you everything he currently feels about Kaiser. The way Kaiser only ever talks about Isagi, the way he keeps ignoring Ness and his feelings over and over and how Ness felt so invalidated and hurt.
This wasn't the first time he vented to you. It's happened a couple times already, but he's never been a mess like this. It's also the first time he's explicitly vented about Kaiser. Before, whenever he vented to you, it was about other things he had on his mind. You never knew he carried these feelings and thoughts within himself.
You don't even know how much time has passed by since Ness entered your room, but all that mattered to you right now was holding him in your arms, slowly running one of your hands through his hair.
"May I ask something?" Your voice was so quiet, it was almost a whisper.
Ness didn't respond verbally, he only nodded.
"What did you say to Kaiser before you mentioned Isagi? I... I didn't have my earbuds in at that time."
Ness took a deep breath before answering: "You mean when I said... 'You keep playing God with your power'?"
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sagejin · 1 year
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CHANGE
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“You’ve changed” “We’re supposed to.”
Nagi x reader
synopsis-- Nagi leaves for blue lock without saying goodbye, leaving you alone. When he returns, ready to see you, he realizes things have changed.
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It’s been months since he last saw you. All he wanted to see and hold was you. He missed your smell and touch, how your lips felt against him, how it felt to be in your presence.
If only you felt the same.
He left you, without a goodbye, without warning, like you had no importance to him. One day he was there, then the next he wasn’t. You saw him on TV during their match against Japans U-20 team, looking happy and exited. Seeing him move forward, running at a pace you couldn’t keep up with, effectively leaving you behind. So, as you watched the match you came to realize how different you were, how different your goals and purposes were. 
So you let go. You separated yourself from him, from what was left of your feelings for him. You weren’t going to hold him back and you weren’t going too let him hold you back. 
“Nagi,“ you looked around the café, unable to look him in the eye, “I don’t think we should do this anymore.“ A look of hurt flashed across his face, but disappeared as fast as it came. “Why,“ he questioned, “we’re okay, you’re okay right?“ He reached for your hand, wanting your warmth to warm up his cold hands, his freezing heart. 
“I am, but we’re not.”
He looks at you, the desperation in his eyes fading, “You’ve changed.”
“We’re supposed to.”
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kentofication · 11 months
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% — shoei barou & nerd!fem!reader ] — 1.9k
❝ minor sexual content # fluff # acquaintances to lovers (i dont know) # love confession # minor exhibition ❞
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it was desolate and quiet in the back corner of the library. fortunately, there was an empty table meant to hold four people at once—more than four if people were smart enough to bring up extra chairs. mercifully, the library was almost empty, other than the few college students that went there to study for their future tests and exams. they were all scattered around the library, making them hard to find. 
they camouflaged in with the various books located on the bookshelves, burying themselves in various titles in order to find the right one to study from. unbeknownst to you, you unfortunately stood out to someone. someone in particular you must say. someone known across the campus for their rude awakening whenever he walks inside of a room. 
you peer up from your book in order to confirm who you suspected to be in the library. you confirmed your suspicion by looking at that spiky hair and that distinct ‘x’ mark on the side of his head, specifically carved on the side of his hair. 
you distracted yourself by finishing up the chapter of the book you were reading. to much dismay, the strong aura kept increasing as you heard footsteps gradually increase towards you. you peer up from your book one more time just to meet the beady vermillion eyes of your worst enemy, shoei barou. 
of course, you had nothing against the man—not anything that would call him an actual enemy towards you. many people had many grudges against him—especially on the soccer field—for various reasons, but nonetheless, you had nothing against the man. 
you tried to distract yourself from his gaze by looking at your book again, but it was just too hard to break away from the pull he has on you—just by looking at you too. 
“y/n? that’s it right?” he questioned in a low baritone voice, almost shaking the floor. you slowly started to slide the customized bookmark between your book as you closed it, finally submitting to his gaze. his eyes didn’t look like they held hostility towards you, that was great to say the least. 
you nodded as you slid your book to the side where all your other belongings were, slightly adjusting your glasses that were sitting on the bridge of your nose undisturbed. the tall, muscular man hummed as he grabbed something out of the bag he was holding. you didn’t realize he was holding something until you heard something rustling underneath you. as he successfully retrieved the item he was digging for, he handed it to you. it looked hot, steaming almost, ready for it to be devoured. 
“for you . . . from me.” he said, clearing his throat as he bunched up the bag in his dominant hand. you nodded as you slowly started to open up the packaging. you could smell all of your favorite ingredients infecting your senses all together, hitting you hard like a truck. it was to the point where you weren’t even focusing on the scenery, you were just admiring the glistening condensation and the slight steam that escaped the container when the lid was taken off. 
you were taken aback by something. this was better than takeout meals, nevertheless restaurant meals. you took a quick glance at barou as he returned the favor. it was almost like he wanted you to dig into the meal already and give an opinion about it. 
“b-barou, you did say this was for me . . . from you?” you were afraid that you would have yourself corrected by him. you’ve heard about how long barou’s lectures were when someone left a jersey in the locker room or when someone left a mess in the cafeteria. you didn’t want to end up like those victims of no other than shoei barou’s lectures. all of those thoughts faded when the man who stood in front of you answered with a simple “yes.”
a slight blush started to cover his cheeks as he covered them up with his dominant hand—parts of the bag he was holding brushed against the corner of his lip. “a little birdie told me that you enjoyed that type of food. so, i decided to make a little treat for you.” you too started to feel heated up, especially in the face. you averted your eye contact from barou as you looked at the meal that was sitting in front of you. 
“i wasted the precious minutes of my time just to make you a meal that you could enjoy,” he began. “i know how hard it is having to live off of takeout and not having the skill to cook a meal at your precious home.” your nose started to flare because of the embarrassment of two things: first barou calling out your inability to cook a proper meal, second barou’s voice being so damn loud that you felt the whole library looking at you. 
“b-barou, please tone it down. some people are trying to study, you know?” you said, trying to come up with an excuse to keep barou’s voice down so you both wouldn’t get kicked out of the library for noise violation. you heard him mumble a small “sorry” under his breath, as he puffed hot air out his nose. “can you just please take a bite so i know how it tastes.” 
you have never heard barou say kind words like “please” and “sorry” before—even though sorry wasn’t a kind word, you had to take it into consideration for barou for being so pacifist—in a short duration before. 
you unwrapped the spoon and fork that was wrapped together in a small cloth and began to dig in. the food didn’t even settle on the taste buds of your tongue before you were overwhelmed by the sensation of this sweetness mixed with a tad bit of sourness. you decided to add some rice to the mix and it tasted even better. 
you could feel barou looking at you with no hostility or pacifism in mind. he was just looking at you, admiring his own homemade cooking. barou was lost in thought. the little expression that you made when you truly enjoyed something was imprinted in his mind forever. 
barou never told you this before, but he finds you the least annoying person on the planet. even though you two don’t hang out a lot, he just has this admiration for you. with you focusing on your schoolwork and working at a successful job, he wishes that he could be a part of that life also. 
“barou,” you said, snapping him out of his trance. “this tastes really good. thank you so much!” you unconsciously hugged him. you didn’t even know what happened, it was on instinct somehow. barou was stiff, he literally couldn’t move a muscle as he embraced your warmth for a brief moment before he felt it drift away. 
you felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you covered your face in embarrassment. “m’sorry, barou. i-i don’t know what came over me . . .” barou wasn’t listening to the words that you uttered, or the apology that you quickly said, fumbling over your words. barou didn’t even realize that he was centimeters away from physical contact with you. barou didn’t even realize the intense heat that flooded up to his cheeks and down to his awakening member. barou didn’t even realize the intense desire to mold his lips into yours. the only thing barou realized is that the deed was already done. 
barou slipped his tongue inside of your mouth to explore the wet cavern as he grabbed the fat of your ass, massaging it in his hand. he relished the feeling of your clothed flesh on his exposed one, slowly inching towards you as his chest pressed your own. before you knew it, your back was pressed against a wooden table as barou continued his assault on your lips.
he soon departed as a trail of saliva was left in his path from your sloppy brief makeout session. “w-wait, barou . . .” you mumbled, attempting to push him off. you weren’t the type of girl to get yourself caught doing inappropriate things, especially in a public space. “barou!” you said, pulling his ear. “god dammit woman!” barou said as he let the force of your pull bring him towards you. “we’re in a library for heavens sake! have some couth!” 
barou grumbled under his breath as he helped you back onto your feet, as if you weren’t dripping down your thighs right now. he quickly planted a kiss on your cheek as he rubbed your back in circling motions. 
“w-what was all that for?” you whispered, looking at barou’s red eyes, seemingly dilated because of the lust he just experienced mere moments ago. as you both walked towards the library exit—barou holding your belongings in his left hand and holding your hand in his right—the library owner told you both farewell as the bell started to chime, signaling either entry or exit. 
you were still awaiting on barou’s answer to the question you asked earlier, but he had seem to forget all about it. all of a sudden, your phone buzzed as you looked at the notification you got. it was a message from the renovators that had renovated your apartment’s bathroom. 
“w-well, it seems like my bathroom got renovated,” you said, letting go of barou’s hand. “i guess it’s time for me to go home.” 
barou quickly grabbed your hand. you were shocked by the sudden ministrations, the sudden action he had performed right now. he quickly let it go. “i’m sorry.” barou rubbed the back of his neck as he said, “can i at least walk you home? it’s about to get dark.” you nodded as you grabbed his hand again, walking towards your street where your apartment resided. 
“you know it was because i love you.” he said, unexpectedly. you had no idea what barou was talking about, all you heard was the word “love” and your mind went haywire. 
“w-why, huh?” you were confused, lost in thought. even though barou despised many people, you seemed to be on his clear list—probably the only one on his clear list besides his family members. 
“i love you.” he said, kissing your lips again, embracing the warmth that your lips give him. he said it a million times over, making sure that you heard those three words that he said. you were listening, oh you bet your heart out you were listening. you too felt the same emotions for him, you just didn’t know a way of approaching him to tell him about that.
before you knew it, you were in front of your apartment door, bidding farewell to barou for the night. he gave you one last kiss before you disappeared into the shadows of your apartment. before you could close and lock your door, he stuck his foot between the door, leaving some space between the inside and outside of the home. 
“hey . . . before you go . . . would you like to go somewhere tomorrow?” you were stunned at his words, but your heart started to flutter because of those words. “o-of course, j-just text me the location and time, okay?” barou already knew he had your contact information because of isagi, so he personally didn’t have to ask you for your number. your apartment door closed before barou was shut out of your private life: the life behind your apartment door. 
barou knew the three words he said today were genuine. he knows everything he said in your lifetime was genuine. barou felt a weight lift off of his chest when he confessed his love for you. but another weight filled his chest, especially his heart. 
the weight he carried wasn’t a burden or anything, the weight he carried was his extreme love for you. barou loved you. he doesn’t know how to express his love more than those simple three words.
“i love you.”
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harmlesspotato20 · 1 year
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BLLK | Nagi Seishiro - My girl.
❝┋volleyball player! kenma! fem! reader x football player! nagi seishiro
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"See you later Chibi-chan!" Kuroo waved at you with a cat smile on his lips as you stared boredly at him and his rooster dark hair. You finished your volleyball practice from your high school club and was returning home when you met Kuroo.
Kuroo is your bother's bestfriend. He is the captain of his volleyball club. You were playing with your nintendo switch and had demon slayer manga pressed between your forearms. You unfortunately fell asleep on the bus back from the game.
Zelda series got you hooked on games. Your mates who see your everyday with switch and manga wonders how you have ridiculously clear skin being a gamer. Well Kenma genes run in you. You have social anxiety , never asked anyone for help.
Kuroo belived him being a kind angel , woke you up in the right stop and told you he will walk you home. But you walked towards a different street making him confused. He asked you how this is not Kenma's house once you both reached.
"It's my boyfriend's home.." you mumbled eyes on your game , your game character dodging all obstacles and moving forward. You and your boyfriend Nagi Seishiro , a football player just like you lazy and uninterested.
Maybe that's what pulled you both together. Your school Nekoma and their school's volleyball club had a match when Nekoma High went to their school. There , after you match , you had a manga on your lap while you played your game.
"Oh.. you remind me of my friend.." A manly voice said making you raise your head at the spoke voice meeting a purple haired male in his soccer fit. Your device beeped showing your character dead and points earner with a big written text that said GAME OVER and TRY AGAIN.
You just sighed and placed your headphone resting on your shoulder on your ears listening to songs to block out the voice. You had more time for break and didn't want to waste it now. "Oh come on.. don't do that." The purple haired guy pouted when someone called him out.
"Reo!" a noticeably tall teenager having have short white hair that leaves a V-shaped fringe in between his eyes called the guy who talked to you. "Nagi! look I found your soulmate!" the boy laughed calling his other friend.
The gray-colored eye boy looked at you who shrunk under your volleyball jersey , manga on your lap and switch in your hands. You both shared a solid 4 second eye contact which was broken by you. "y/n! let's go , break is over." your team called you out. 'y/n...' Nagi thought.
Nagi gulped , heart thumping. Not only he found someone who had same interests as him but also someone athletic. You muttered curses under your breath getting up and placing your things in your bag with a frown. "What's that look on your face? excited?" your friend teased.
"I don't know what you are talking about." you slumped and walked towards the court. "Say.. should we watch their game?" Reo suggested elbowing his friend with a smirk. Nagi said nothing just his eyes lingering on your for more than he intended to.
Those two watched as your team played against their school's team. The opposite team jumped and shot the ball at your team who's libero saved the ball in time. 'Why is gravity a thing in this world? gravity pisses me off' you made a annoyed face and jumped since you were a setter.
'If gravity didn't exist the ball wouldn't have fallen into out court' your grit your teeth touching the ball with your fingers and looked at the opposite team. "Man she sure seems happy to play.." Reo laughed sarcastically. Nagi's eye still at you as his mouth formed a :x shape looking at you. 
You saw the team's messed up defence and didn't set the ball to anyone but dumped into their court over the net. "A setter's dump!" player gasped seeing the ball hit the floor , your team gaining a point. Your team surprised by you , not being lazy thought you were sick.
Nagi''s and Reo's eyes widened at the stunt. "Man.. that was cool." Reo said seeing your team give you a banana which you had a grumpy face. "You must be low on carbs , eat a banana." your team captain smiled. You angrily munched on the fruit getting mad.
"Is it so weird that I worked hard for my friends!? is it that weird huh!?" you shouted , with banana still in your mouth stuffed in your cheeks looking like a cute hamster. Nagi looked away covering his face with his arms and ran away from the court.
Reo then discovered Nagi got shy and ran away flustered and teased him about that a lot. Blushing? Gross. Love? Yuck. Fortunately Reo playing a cupid , asked for your number. He discovered how you were socially anxious and didn't nag you more but said it was for his friend.
You looked at the white haired man with red face and :x expression and just gave him your number said your name. "Kenma y/n." you mumbled making him smile. "Man you have a great voice, you should talk more." he said.
And that's my friends the first meeting between two introverts. Birds of feather flock together right? Nagi took a good 2 months to gather courage and text you. Later you both became common friends by playing games.
Nagi confessed to you online when we you both were slaying ender dragon. "y/n if I kill this dragon without dying please date me!" he shouted , letting his tongue slip. He defeated the dragon but left the game too flustered and embarrassed to talk to you.
You then called him and told him you felt the same. You both went on a date in Minecraft , Nagi collected blocks for building home while you picked flowers to decorate flower. Nagi's minecraft character walked towards you and threw you a flower from his inventory. awww.
He would place his Minecraft bed next to yours. You both decided to meet offline and was too shy to talk to each other but soon got comfortable playing games , laughing and watching anime. You fell asleep on Nagi's lap that day making his heat almost burst out.
Now , presently your boyfriend and you were dating for 8 months , both in a happy healthy relationship. You walked in Nagi's house, since you had a spear key which he gave to you. His mom and dad were out for most of the time.
You looked at his pet cactus Choki and tapped on the pot twice like a greeting. Being tired and exhausted by the practice you looked at the house being lighted up meaning Nagi was home. You wanted nothing but to cuddle with him.
You removed your top left in sports bra feeling sweaty.  You placed your switch and bag on top of the table , walking towards Nagi's room holding your manga concentrated at the panels. You opened the door and looked up from the book as your eyes shot up wide and looked at your boyfriend who had shirt over his head.
"holy shit," you whispered dropping your manga and looked at Nagi's 8 packs. He's not huge, but symmetrical. Beautifully balanced. He was athletic and in proportion. Your drooled at him , Waist to hip ratio, waist to shoulder ratio, height and ring finger to index finger ratio everything.
As you look down he had boxers , above his V line flowing down. "Eh?" Nagi pulled the shirt over his head completely and looked over his shoulder too see his girlfriend standing near the door , nothing but with bra and shorts , manga on floor.
His eyes widened too, as blush forced from his neck to ears. But when he saw your red face , all his embarrassment went away as he felt more confident. "Oh hello , angel." he greeted walking towards you when you walked back. "Ack—" haired on your neck raised when he was near you.
Nagi raised his hand holding eye contact with you and pressed it against the hard door , locking it shut with you pressed against by your half naked boyfriend. "Hi Sei.." you mumbled only to be silenced by Nagi's lips pressed against yours.
He placed his hand under your head , holding you gently so you won't hit your head. Grasping your hips with his other hand, he sucked your bottom lip , you kissed him back with same pleasure. He sucked and occasionally pecked near you cupid's bow as his tubercles were on yours.  
You traced a random pattern on his chest using your finger tips. You both broke away for oxygen , both your faces red and gasping for air. He placed his head on your shoulder and mumbled in tired voice. "So.. sleepy, let's cuddle?" he asked pecking your nape.
"Yeah.." you shivered and closed your eyes , enjoying your boyfriend's warmth you both shared. Your fingers were intertwined into his long hair and clenching into a fist gently massing his scalp as he sighed in relaxation , feeling good when you did that.  
You kissed his forehead and he put you on the bed gently. You both laid on your sides. Seishiro wrapped his arm around you, providing a tight and secure embrace. He mumbled how he was exhausted practicing for nationals and both fell asleep in no time.
the end.  original source : my wattpad account. 
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your-local-baguette · 11 months
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Bllk oneshot bachira meguru x reader: i missed you
Genre:fluff
When meguru had recieved an invite to a football training camp you encouraged him to go. Even though the only thing keeping him from going was actually you, he didn't want to spend six month or even longer without hugging you, without falling asleep with you. The two first nights, he was sleepless, he was so used to having you whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Your warm breath against his neck, your lips that ended up swollen because of the amount of kisses he left on them. But the training burned him out so much that he ended up falling asleep in seconds. That didn't change the fact that he missed holding you tight, when he learned that with ten goals he could go out and see you he was hyped.
The tennis ball went flying across the area, but even though, your service was recieved and directly sent back. The exchange was long your, barely any air made its way to your lungs, your body moved on its own at this point. Your arm swung to hit the ball in a reverse movement it hitting the ground at the very corner of the restricted area. You stood there flabbergasted, the exchange was finally over, the other player was one the ground the racquet few feet away from their hand. Yours was still in your hand, you were still in a state of shock at what you saw, both at the fact that you marked the point but at who you saw. Bachira, standing there behind the railings, the loud sound of a whistle interrupted your thoughts. Your arm got lift in the air, announcing you as the winner, you smiled even more brightly, could this day get any better ? The second you could you let go of that stupid racquet and jumped over the railing running into bachira's arms. The said boy lifted you in the air, his giggle you used to hear everyday now sounded like the rarest thing on earth. He winked at you before starting to carry you bridal style running away with you. You both made it to your house, he giggled again as he hugged you so tightly like there was no tomorrow. You hugged back, before you knew his lips were on yours, you realized how much you missed this feeling of butterflies in your stomach. You shut your eyes, completely melting in to the soft and tender feeling of this yet so energetic and desperate kiss. When you parted you took his hand and lead him upstairs, you both went in your room. You fell on your back opening your arms, he jumped on you and hugged you tight. Rolling around and ending up with you on top of him, his smile was everything to you.
You sighted, enjoying the feeling of him hugging you, just his presence knowing he hadn't been here since two months. You gave him a sweet and tender kiss, your hands made their way behind his head massaging the back of his scalp. You buried your face in his neck while he did his best to not pick you up again and run around. As much as you loved the feeling of laying on him you had to take a shower, you got up holding yourself above him with your elbow on the side of his head. You sat up on his stomach that was a little more firm than before, you smirked tracing slightly his abs before hoping off him. " Where are you going~" " gotta take a shower!" He pouted and crossed his arms across his chest, you chuckled and went to grab a towel. You winked at him and slightly tucked out your tongue towards him, before he could reply to that adorable action you had already walked off. Not long after the water could be heard, he was debating in his head whether or not he should do it but bachira being bachira he just did it. He sneaked in the bathroom, right after you felt hand on your hips, your eyes widened at the sensation of his naked body against yours. The flaming hot water of the shower did help with the sensual ambiance...
I'll choose the characters but hope you enjoyed that oneshot and will enjoy the hc
Ser you you tomorrow ~
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amourlyns · 11 months
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wud u write me (rich hotheaded depressed attention seeking annoying actually cold and judging girl) x playboy otoya who i once despised bht is now my bf
⠀ 「 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲. 」
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⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕
✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ Otoya finally shows up after being late to a date. PT.2
✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Otoya Eita + fem!reader
✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀ I was gonna get to this sooner but I know nothing abt blue lock so I might be mischaracterizing the fuck out of him 😓😓 I didn’t know what to do for the plot either 😭 ➜    masterlist
✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ MARLYNE HASNT READ BLLK LMAO
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⠀ ★ ⠀ | ❛ SO… YOU WANNA PULL UP NOW? After making me wait for God knows how long? ❜ There’s a sound of blankets ruffling against skin that echoes throughly the living room.
A soft smirk plays on Otoya’s expression. A thin, wry smile only seems to piss you off even more then he did before. His body slinks throughout your space. It’s not long before he’s in your face leaning down and studying your expression.
❛ You look kinda pathetic like this. A lil but sad even? ❜ Otoya chuckled . All you could do was glare. Shit, well he wasn’t wrong… instead of admitting defeat. You throw a pillow at his head, to which he deflects with swift accuracy.
Hands would raise in a defense, even thing he didn’t really have one. He was an hour and twenty minutes late, and yes you did count. You’d turn away, ignoring his presence as a whole.
Maybe if you ignored him for long enough he’d leave you alone, why would you want to hang out now after he left you alone like that? Seriously, how inconsiderate!
You’ve guys have been planning this for weeks now and he knows this… well, sure you guys have only been together for a month now. But when you like something, you like them a lot. Maybe that’s why you were so annoyed with him.
Plus, you were a sucker for his attention, and he knew that. It’s probably why he’s an right now, he likes seeing you all riled up. It’s an annoying game he likes playing with you.
Were you being unfair by ignoring him? Hell yes! But he already knew how petty you get so… is it really a problem? You’d ignore him as long as you’d need to.
A soft chuckle leaves his lips, the sight of you reminded Otoya of a petulant child. ❛ You’ve got money, you couldn’t entertain yourself with it while I was gone? ❜ Otoya murmurs, you finally turn around to lock eyes with him. There’s still a scowl on your expression, and your words are laced with venom.
❛ How could I entertain myself when you’re out ‘n about doing the the same thing? With other girls right? When you should be here with me? ❜ Otoya pulls out two bags from his back, seems like got you a few gifts while he was out tonight. That’s king of sweet, he could’ve texted you though. ❛ You wound me, I think I feel tears welling up in my eyes from your accusations. These are for you by the way, forgot to update you. ❜
A huff escapes your lips. The thought of Otoya spending his time on looking for gifts for you warmed your heart. You really couldn’t be upset with him anymore… Some part of you still wanted to be petty though.
You finally pull your body off of the couch and drag Otoya towards it instead, he falls on top of you with an ungraceful oomph. For the first time that night you laughed, with him .
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mchlgayser · 1 year
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✮ 'hello there!' ft reo mikage
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synopsis: It all begins with a 'Hello' and the bond blossoms into something deeper-
─── ୨୧ warning: languages
─── ୨୧ notes: HELLO everyone! How're we doing today? I'm sorry for being inactive for that long, I've been dealing with a few crises right now and it's draining but I'm getting back on track, and it's lovely! Thanks for waiting(?) and here is something for a make up 😘! (this is an au, not entirely following the manga plot just for my fun only teehee)
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Voices muffling with the help of the booming music sound elicited from the headphone. You had to change your pair of sweats into new fresh ones but keep your baggy pair of pants. You get a brush to comb your hair and get your bag before you eventually leave your bedroom. The annoying creaking sound of the creaky stair doubling, thanks to your heavy Doc. Martens boots.
Both your drunkard parents turn their heads toward your way looking with a look as if you are out of your mind 'What?' You told them with a roll of eyes 'Where ya think ya' goin'?' They gain another roll of eyes from you 'I'm going to school.' You didn't wait another moment to dash outside of the house that smelt of heavy alcohol and cigarette.
The immediate scent of the morning breeze hit your nose, the wind gushing faintly, and the twittering sound of birds from afar as you continue walking down the wet pathway - effect from the hours-long drizzle that dawn.
It was fifteen minutes walk to your school - past by a convenience store, the coffee shop, the usual library you would hang out at during summer, and the public swimming pool whose water stinks like the school's toilet water.
You see a couple of students from your school walking - some on a bicycle, riding to school and you see him. An unfamiliar bright purple-haired. He is alone but behind him filled with a group of people, both men and women. You could notice from afar how uncomfortable he is with some of them.
Half of the classes ended, and it was finally time for recess. Unlike usual, you decided not to eat with your friends but instead, you ran off to the school's gymnasium. The place is dimmed despite the bright weather outside but it is somehow cold and chilly inside. You sat on the stage pulling out the cream bun you bought at the canteen and began unwrapping it.
You eat your food in silence - the music still shuffling loudly, when suddenly the door opens once more and this time - a familiar bright purple hair came in sight. You spot the guy from before, and he is strutting towards you 'Hello there!' He greeted with a small smile - under the bright sunlight coming from the gaps in the door you could notice his - even brighter purple hues. They were round and big even when he smile.
'Can I seat with you?' You look around before you shrug 'Sure' You are carefree about it and it eases him, he hops beside you on the stage unwrapping his bun, and began eating with you, in utter silence before you decided to break the ice 'What's your name?' You asked in the process you silenced the music not noticing the gawking reaction he's giving you 'Mikage Reo.'
This time it was your time to gawk at his face 'You are that Mikage Reo.' You are familiar with the name. How could you not? He is the only heir of the Mikage Corporation. His parents are famous for their generous donation every year to the school - even if this is an elite school for kids born with silver spoon feed to their mouths. You? You are a scholarship case. Your parents are no CEOs, millionaires, or such, they do nothing to gain your position in this school. All are your grades.
'Hey!' You spaced in back to reality when you heard Reo shout 'What are you thinking about?' He chuckles stuffing the bun wrapper inside his pocket. You shake your head at him with a lazy chuckle 'The bell rang, we should head back.' He informs offering a hand for you to take 'I barely know you.' You said with a smug look and your brows cock 'Really now? You know my name and I know yours...' You give him a suspicious look
'No, you don't.' You give him a challenging look to which he laughs back 'You are Y/n.' Your jaw drops for a moment before you laugh at him 'How do you know?'
'How can I not know?'
It continues as a routine for both of you to eat together during recess and head back to class. Today is no different, Reo would walk to the gymnasium along with the bun he bought and meet you there - like usual but this time you had your hair tied (you had a little of your hair tied if you had short hair).
'Hey!' He grin when you didn't respond to him seeing that your nose is stuck in the book you are reading plus the headphone that he'd never seen leave your form - either on your neck or on your ears.
The gloomy figure towers over you are what averts your attention back to actuality 'Oh - hey.' You close the book placing it beside you before you pet the space beside you for him to sit 'Here, I got extras for you.' He handed you your usual cream bun 'Thanks.' You smile accept the food and waste no time digging in.
He chuckles creating a halt in you. You look at him with one brow cock upward 'What so funny lizard boy?' He chuckles even harder pointing toward the corner of his lip 'You got some stain there.' You make a face as you lick clean the stain off your lip 'Is it still there?' He nods making you groan, ready to wipe more access using your uniform before Reo hands you a tissue 'Use this instead.' You wipe some more and continue eating like before.
Reo was on his track - still, watching you eat with - somehow big curious eyes 'It would be a waste not to eat that.' You said still munching on your bun but your eyes are on him. He lightly jolt when you said that and awkwardly grin 'Yeah, sure. No way I would give you.' He joked making you roll your eyes 'Like I want to. I can just buy another one.' You declared with a pretended scoff.
Reo is about to take his first bite when the bell rang 'Slowpoke.' You tease finishing the last bite and throwing away the wrapper. You take your book and put it back the headphone on your ears 'I'll see you tomorrow.' You wave at him and was about to leave when he holds your hand 'Wanna go somewhere later?' Your eyes shrink before you ultimately nod your head, agreeing.
'Alright, I'll see you around!' And he left first, running off to his class as you did the same - but walks instead.
The bell rang indicating the school had ceased, Reo who had just gotten out of class but didn't waste any more seconds dashed outside to your blocks 'Y/n!' You heard somebody yell, you turn your head around to look but your head aggressively clashing on another people. You both thud to the floor with a loud groan and a throbbing skull.
'That hurts..' You wince gently, soothing the light bump on your head. You open one eye to see Reo on the other side, also holding his temple and rubbing it 'You are bleeding...' You croak, Reo carefully lifts his eyes to meet yours and laughs 'Slight, I'll be fine.' You rejoin him together in laughter before you both get up and went shortly to the infirmary to badge up.
The nurse gave you both reusable ice packs along with a small towel, she even instructed you to take a cold shower after you both got home.
'You sure you'll be fine?' He asks, a visible pout on his face 'Yes, I will. You should go home and get proper treatment. I don't want your parents coming to school and suing me for that huge bump on your head.' You mess around earning a laugh from him 'But I promised you I'll take you somewhere.'
'You didn't promise, even if you did it's okay. We can always go some other time, right?' A small grin slipped on his lips and he bobs his head in agreement 'See you tomorrow!' You said ready to leave when he hold your hand once more
A soft peck left lingering on your cheek, your heart thumping like crazy just like you've run a marathon, and your face exploded into a million shades of red 'Get home safe,' He mentions placing a flat palm atop your head and rubbing it 'See you tomorrow.' You watch him retreat to a nice black car as he gets in with a man assisting him and he left - with his car window rolled down - easy for him to wave over at you.
The car figure disappear not long after and you left, with the thought of Reo leaving a gentle peck on your cheek.
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alaskasmonsters · 1 year
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𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖎𝖌𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 (michael kaiser)
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pairing: michael kaiser x gn!reader
contents: playful insults, teasing, mistaking attraction for hatred, foreign language (french), enemies to lovers (hinted)
w/c: 1.842
summary: when you accompany your friend noel to blue lock you did not consider that kaiser, aka the bastard’s most infamous asshole, would be there, too. luckily your favourite pastime activity was throwing french insults into his face that no one but noel could understand.
a/n: this is based on a request i got :) this isn’t really love-hate and more another ‘attraction mistaken for hatred’ buuut if you’re all nice i’ll make a second part about when they move into the love-hate stage :) also can i just note how eVIL it is to ask a german person to write about the fRENCH. we are natural enemies yall 😔😔 we meet behind a denny’s to fistfight (and kiss) whaat who said that?!?! anyways i did love this prompt despite not being able to speak french. i was able to ask my friend to give me some phrases, their credentials are *checks papers* mediocre school french 👍🏻👍🏻 so let’s just hope my friend can be trusted, if not hope kaiser being hot makes up for it! (also french people <3 if you wanna correct my french pls do 🙏🙏)
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You grumbled to yourself, regarding Kaiser with a glare. Not one he could notice since he was currently standing with his back turned towards you, conversing with Ness.
“Blaireau,” you muttered under your breath, eyes narrowing at the boy.
Noel, who was sitting next to you, let out a sigh but didn’t even raise his gaze from his clipboard to regard you with one of his typical deadpan looks.
You guessed it wasn’t necessary, he knew you well enough to know you were sitting there with a frown edged into your features and your arms crossed in front of your chest.
“So you’ve started doing it even when he’s not close enough to hear you,” he asked you.
“Pardon me?”
“Muttering insults in french. I thought you were doing it to infuriate him but I am sure you know he cannot hear you from this distance.” To emphasise his statement he lifted his hand to point towards Kaiser, who was standing several feet away fem the two of you, before returning the pen he was holding to the paper, scribbling down another number.
You wondered how Noel made sense of it all. Keeping track of the stats of all the new team additions and transferring these numbers into percentages. What those percentages exactly meant you were unsure about. All you knew was that your friend spent a lot of time on them.
You sighed, trying your best not to glare at Kaiser again as you turned to look towards him. You failed.
“Infuriating him is only an added benefit. I do enjoy just insulting him for the sake of it.”
“I see.” Although Noel sounded unimpressed you could tell he would lose his patience with this little thing you and Kaiser had going on, sooner or later.
Especially if it would end up distracting the boy from soccer, not that you thought that was ever possible. Kaiser would rather ignore you for the rest of his life than endanger his soccer career.
You turned towards Noel again and let out a dramatic sigh. Time to make this predicament you were in known to him once more.
“Noel, i need you to look me in the eyes and tell me Kaiser isn’t one of the most annoying assholes you’ve ever met.” You challenged him, lowering your voice as to not catch the attention of any of the boys standing nearby.
The corner of Noel’s lips twitched up at your frustrated tone. Almost like he didn’t take you seriously. You frowned. Rude. This matter was dead serious.
“He doesn’t know how to behave. I trust you to be the mature one. Unless you want me to get you thrown out of this building. You’re only here because i consider you a dear friend, don’t forget that.”
You gasped, offended at the insinuation he’d be willing to throw you out, his best friend, in favour of keeping Kaiser’s ego intact. It was true that you were only allowed to accompany him to ‘Blue Lock’ because he had requested your presence, seeing as you were his best friend. You needed to emphasise that because ‘dear friend’? Yeah right. He wouldn’t know what to do without you. He’d certainly lose his mind.
“You wouldn't. You need me. My presence is precious to you,” you insisted, digging your finger into his arm, not unkindly. “But okay, I promise to behave since Kaiser is clearly not able to.”
You thought offering this was extremely kind of you since it was Kaiser who needed to learn some manners, not you. You were extremely well behaved.
“Aww you’re quite obsessed with me, aren’t you, darling?”
Your blood turned cold. When you turned your head back forward you were met with the sight of none other than Michael Kaiser standing only three feet in front of you, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Casse-toi, Kaiser.” You cursed before you were able to stop yourself.
Kaiser’s grin grew. Noel let out a sigh next to you.
“You promised,” He reminded you and looked up from the clipboard to regard you with a pointed look. “Please, Y/n.”
“It’s not my fault. He’s started it!” You gasped, pointing at Kaiser childishly.
He laughed, waving his hand.
“I just came to say hello after hearing my name come out of your mouth so often. I was afraid you’d wither away without my attention.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, his innocent smile fooling no one.
Your jaw ticked and before you knew it you had risen to your feet and stomped forward to close the remaining distance between you two to start cursing him out in french.
To your growing anger Kaiser took it in stride, cocking his head at you and listening with interest as you threw insult after insult at his head before Noel apparently had enough of you. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you back telling you to sit back down and ignore Kaiser. He sounded exhausted.
Easier said than done. Kaiser’s whole nature demanded attention. It was impossible to ignore him. But you had promised Noa you’d behave, so you guessed you should at least try.
“T’es chiant!” you snapped at Kaiser, seeing this as the end of your fight, before you let Noel pull you down into the seat.
Noel gave you another pointed look before his gaze shifted back to Kaiser who was watching your interaction with amusement though there was a dark edge to his gaze that wasn’t there before.
“You’re not done with your training, yet, are you?” Noel asked Kaiser
The boy grinned and gave a halfhearted shrug.
“I’m taking a break.”
“Take it somewhere else,” you bit out, feeling Noel’s disapproving glare burn into the side of your face.
You were trying!
“I prefer your lovely company over the one of the common folk,” Kaiser replied easily, waving his hand in the general direction of where you saw the boys of the ‘Blue Lock’ project talk.
Kaiser didn’t like them much, especially Isagi, who has already declared war on him in a very dramatic way that had you questioned the boy’s mental health. Like really, was the boy okay? Talking about devouring people and ruining their life and all.
At least Isagi managed to infuriate Kaiser in a way that no one else was able to. Of course, this meant that you did like Isagi if only because he actually managed to get under the boy’s skin. Unlike you. Kaiser never seemed impressed when you threw french insults into his face, no, it was the complete opposite. He seemed to love it. He seemed to bash in your attention. This only made you angrier.
Entitled jerk.
Maybe you’d just have to take your ‘lovely company’ to Isagi and his friends the next time you saw Kaiser coming your way. That would keep him away.
“They’re not common folk and you’re not an emperor, Kaiser, at best you’re the roi des cons,” you fired back, regarding him with an unamused look.
Nowl let out another sigh, though you thought it was quite a clever word of play. He just didn’t know how to appreciate it or you for the matter.
Kaiser hummed, taking a few steps forward and lowering his head. His gaze was intense as he fixed yours behind the curtains of his hair that fell into his face. Your heart beat wildly in your chest at the sudden air of seriousness surrounding him.
“Is that a new petname, my love? How precious.” His voice was low and smooth and it took you a second to process his words.
When you did you felt your cheeks explode in heat and you had half a mind to jump up and wrestle Kaiser to the ground if it wasn’t for Noel’s hand grabbing the back of your jacket and pulling you down again.
“Stop provoking them and go back to your training, Kaiser.”
Kaiser just snickered, eyes twinkling with mirth as he took in your red face and the snarl on your lips.
“Don’t miss me too much, i’ll be back in a bit,” he mocked with a grin that reached his eyes but still didn’t look genuine.
He turned around to walk away.
“Va te faire enculer!” You called after him but he just laughed and waved his hand at you without turning back.
You huffed and sunk back in your seat, arms crossed in front of your chest as you pouted. You fucking hated that guy.
Noa watched you quietly for a moment before he shook his head and moved to stand up, pushing his clipboard into your hands for you to hold.
“Your taste in men is horrible,” he told you as nonchalantly as one would discuss the weather before shrugging out of his tracksuit jacket and throwing it on the chair he’s been sitting in.
You shot up, shrieking. “Excuse me?”
A few boys close-by turned to stare at you and you ducked your head in embarrassment at your out-lash but you couldn’t believe the words that had just left your friend’s mouth.
“Kaiser is bad news. You can do better than him.”
You gasped at him, cheeks burning from embarrassment. Where did that just come from? Was he seriously insinuating that you? And Kaiser?
“I’m not- You’re- I-” You stuttered, your heart racing in your chest.
This was- You couldn’t believe this!
Noel rolled his eyes and gently pried the clipboard out of your eyes, levelling you with a calm look.
“If you want to deny it, go ahead. But either way stop pulling Kaiser’s metaphorical pigtails already, it’s exhausting.”
He gave you a gentle clap on the shoulder and a small smile, before walking off towards the direction of the ‘Blue Lock’ boys. You stared after him, your face hot and your mouth agape.
You weren’t-
You and Kaiser? That was ridiculous. Absolutely impossible. You would never, not in a billion years, be attracted to him. He was such an asshole. A complete jerk. Completely infuriating. Why would Noel even think that?
You huffed again, shoulders bunching up as you tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself.
Noel had no idea what he was talking about. What did he even know about romance? Nothing. That’s right!
You lifted your gaze and- You froze when your eyes locked with Kaiser’s. He was standing on the other end of the field, football secured under his arm. He was watching you intensely. From this far away it was hard to make out the look in his eyes but you felt a shiver rake down your spine and the itch on your tongue.
You gave him the middle finger, biting your tongue to not throw another insult his way as you would have had to shout it over the whole field. When the boy did nothing but laugh and blow you a kiss, you quickly turned away. The heat in your cheeks never fading.
Noel was wrong. You did not have a crush on Kaiser. You did not.
Not even a little.
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translations:
Blaireau — Asshole
Casse-toi — Fuck off
T’es chiant — You’re annoying
Roi des cons — Complete idiot/King of idiots
Va te faire enculer — Go fuck yourself
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rintosei · 11 months
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A MEASURE OF HIS LOVE
feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader
prompt: "don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!!"
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nagi seishiro is a tall man. like, really tall for someone his age.
that's one of nagi's most annoying traits, you could say. he takes pride in the fact that he's taller than you, and will always make fun of you for that.
to add to that, most of his cupboards in his apartments were pretty tall because he's tall, so whenever you come over, you had to get a chair to grab a glass or ask nagi to come get it for you (though he would always say it's a hassle and doesn't want to do it).
today was no different. nagi had asked you to come over because he missed you and wanted to cuddle with you (same excuse every time, but you found it cute). you complied, of course, because it's been a while since you guys have spent any alone time together.
which is why you are currently on nagi's couch, his long arms wrapped around your body as a movie was playing on his television. nagi wasn't even paying attention, he was too focused on trying to not fall asleep and literally holding you hostage.
"sei, can you let go?" you asked, trying to pry his hands off of you. "i want to grab a cup of water."
"no. 'm comfy already." he replies, snuggling his head deeper into your back.
"sei i'm serious. i'm really thirsty." you said, and nagi eventually lets go with a huge sigh.
"fine, but hurry." he complains, and you nodded. you seem to have forgotten how high the cupboard is because once you were in front of it, you stared at it was a dejected look on your face.
"right... the cups i usually use are the highest part of the shelf." you thought to yourself sadly, prompting to grab a chair and drag it.
"why're you taking so long?" nagi suddenly asks behind you, making you scream.
"what the fuck nagi?!" you exclaimed, holding a hand on your chest. "you scared the shit out of me!"
nagi raises his eyebrows in return. "did you not hear me walk?"
you shake your head. "well anyway, can you help grab the cup on top there since you're here?" nagi looks at the cup you're pointing and there's suddenly a look of mischief in his eyes. you know exactly what he's thinking. "don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!"
nagi was already lifting you by your waist, making you eye level with the cup you were pointing at. "this is easier, no?"
"what do you mean easier?! isn't this just more work for you?" you asked in disbelief, actually surprised that he finds this much more easier than just grabbing the cup for you. when he doesn't reply, you sigh and grab the cup, tapping his arms to let you down.
he doesn't, though.
"what are you doing? let me down!" you exclaimed, looking back at nagi who looked like he was holding back a laugh. "why are you laughing? let. me. down."
"no it's just-" he pauses, letting out a laugh. "it's weird seeing you this tall. i'm so used to having to look down when talking to you."
"wha-?!" you almost choked on your own spit. "what? i am not that short, nagi!"
"oh, but you are. i mean, compared to me, you're only able to see my chest when standing in front of me, right?" he teases, and you can't help the embarrassment show on your face. "see? even you agree with your red cheeks."
"oh shut up!" you whined, covering your cheeks with your hands, careful to not drop the cup.
nagi eventually lets you down, but still holds you tightly in his hold. "you're like a cute gremlin."
"what the fuck? a gremlin?!" you were literally staring at him with daggers, but nagi only gives you a smile. "can't believe i'm dating a literal giant who does nothing but tease me about my height everyday." you had to wiggle your way to the water dispenser because nagi just wouldn't let go.
"but you love this giant, don't you?" nagi asks, resting his head on top of your head.
taking a sip from your cup, you look up at him, smiling. "yeah, i do."
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obliteration-onearth · 9 months
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kurona wasn't an affectionate person, per se. he was subtle with his touches but something led you to become skeptical over your boyfriend not being his usual self.
there was something off.. a gloomy glaze over his eyes that wasn't often there. aside from that, the way he'd hold onto you felt as though he'd wished your consolation?
he was clinging to you the way a koala would to a tree branch.
kurona was engrossed in your warmth, resistant in being pulled away from you as his hands would drape over your soft tummy, the other laying underneath the small of your back whilst his head would lean against your shoulder.
he'd elicit small content hums as you pet his head, fingertips gently coursing through his scalp to provide him with simple massage.
he would watch in adoration at how your fingers would twirl his braid around, poking and prodding at his burnt maroon hair.
after a while, you'd moved on to tracing each braid in a repeated motion, which he found to be rather soothing.
a flurry thoughts would storm your mind, concern washing over you as you'd contemplate waiting it out or asking directly, soon settling for the latter.
"you okay, love?" you'd whisper softly amidst the comfortable silence that seemed to encase the two of you mere minutes prior.
kurona would slowly shake his head against your shoulder in reponse yet remain quiet about the reason, causing you to sigh as you'd bring up the blanket over your figures.
"you can tell me.. it's fine, it's what i'm here for."
with your simple reassurance, kurona would stare up at you in complete awe as you'd notice the draining twinkle in his eyes, one that was just recently shining brightly and served as a reminder of his dedication and love for football.
"i haven't been doing so well on the team lately, coach keeps entrusting isagi with everything." he'd confess, parting away from you slightly to better view the sympathetic expression you'd hold over your features.
"aw love, that's okay. you don't need to compare yourself to isagi. you're special in your own way and if the coach can't see that then force him to."
the comfort that your words seemed to evoke from him was astronomical as he'd nestle his head into your shoulder further and embrace you tightly. with a small giggle, your arms would embrace him as well.
"he can only look at isagi for so long, right?" your teasing remark stretched a smile over his face and would showcase his adorable shark teeth.
your smile would widen upon seeing his shark teeth, your memories only able to recall previous poses he'd made in photos which would exhibit his shark teeth.
it was one of your favorite things about him.
he'd nod in regards to your statement before planting a kiss to your cheek in gratitude, his spirit uplifted even in the slightest bit. what a lucky guy he was.
"you're gonna be great, i promise."
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( a/n: sorrows, prayers for my readers bc WTF and i promise im workinv on sum better )
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maochira · 1 year
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Lies and guilt.
Tags/notes: gn!Ego's kid!reader, reader is a teenager, a little angsty, hurt/comfort but it ends with hurt, canonically Ego is too young to have a teenage kid so he's a bit older in this
Synopsis: You live in the Blue Lock facility along with Ego and Anri, but it gets boring sometimes. That's why you started sneaking out to where the Blue Lock players are. But one evening, you get injured and there's no other choice than to tell your father the truth.
Requests open! - dad!Ego masterlist - regular masterlist
You've always been a good child who never got into trouble, so lying to your father and hiding something from him is extremely out of place in your behaviour. When you first started sneaking into the players' area, you promised yourself it would be a one-time thing. A one-time thing you'd immediately forget about afterwards.
But then it happened again. And again. And now it's a regular thing. At least twice a week you find yourself on one of the training fields with some of the Blue Lock players.
There might be cameras in most places, but you know where there are none and when your father isn't watching. Usually, it's late at night or very early in the morning.
You're not proud of it and there's always a bit of guilt inside you when Ego praises you for being such a good child, but there's no way you could tell him the truth. You've done it way too many times to save yourself from his disappointment and anger. And yet, you keep repeating it. Really, what has gotten into you?
Maybe it's the loneliness of living in the Blue Lock facility. Shortly before Blue Lock began, you were kicked out of your soccer team because your coach wasn't okay with you following your father's egotistical approach to soccer.
Seeing all these players with the same approach and knowing how close they're to you, made you want to meet them. And you gave in to that urge, over and over.
You didn't know for how long you'd be able to keep hiding this from Ego before you break down and admit you haven't been the good kid he still sees you as.
Today's evening went like any other. You went to meet some of the Blue Lock players you've become friends with and played a bit with them. You would have definitely stayed longer, but the ball hit your face and your nose started bleeding. In a regular match or practice, that wouldn't have bothered you. But something in the moment when the ball hit your face, something clicked in your brain.
Sure, accidents happen during soccer. You've certainly had your fair share of minor injuries in the past. But for some reason, getting injured from playing soccer behind your father's back made all the guilt you've been bottling up return.
Your plan was to go to your bathroom, clean yourself up and then go to sleep. You planned to tell Ego the truth tomorrow, since you believed he'd be asleep.
But just as you're walking through the hallway, you hear Ego leave his office.
"(Y/N)?" He looks at you and his eyes widen when he sees your sleeve, which you had previously used to wipe away your blood. "Are you okay?"
And that's the moment you realize you really have to tell him the truth right now. If he hadn't seen you like this, you probably would have pushed it back even more instead of doing it tomorrow.
After you don't answer, Ego walks closer to you. "Your nose is bleeding." His voice is stern as always, but there's worry in it too. "(Y/N)-chan, what happened?" He gently grabs your chin and raises your head, so he can get a better look at you.
Ego rarely calls you "(Y/N)-chan", he only does it whenever he's worried about you. It's a habit that stuck with him from when you were younger.
You take a deep breath before you start speaking. "Dad, I'm so sorry..."
Ego wonders why you would apologize right now, but he doesn't answer yet. He wants you to explain first.
"I sneaked into the players' area and-" You start, but Ego already interrupts you.
"You did what?" His voice sounds stricter than before. "Why would you do that?"
You want to explain yourself. You want to tell him how lonely you feel all the time. You want to tell him how you never played with someone who has the same soccer ideology as you until now.
But the words don't come out of your mouth.
Ego lets out a frustrated sigh when he realizes you're not going to answer. "Clean yourself up, then meet me in my office. We need to have a serious talk about this."
As your father walks away, you turn around and go over to the bathroom. You hate the current sight of yourself in the mirror. There's still blood on your face, it dripped from your nose down your lip. But fortunately, the bleeding has stopped by now.
You're hesitant about entering your father's office, but it's something you know you can't run away from now. You've already told him what you did. By now, you've calmed down a little, so you're sure you can manage to explain yourself now. But still, you know Ego is going to be incredibly disappointed in you.
You carefully open the door and enter your father's office. He's sitting on his chair, turning his head to you when you walk in. He doesn't speak yet, even after you sit down on the chair in front of his, it takes a few more moments until he says something.
"I can't believe you would do anything behind my back. Especially something like this. Are you even aware of the consequences?"
"I am, but it was just an accident. I've gotten injured in soccer before. It doesn't hurt anymore either, I promise I'm fine."
"That is not what I'm talking about." Ego gets even more frustrated. "You really didn't think this through properly, did you? You could have interfered with the project. You could have ruined it. The players aren't supposed to meet anyone from the outside, especially not you."
As if your guilt about lying wasn't already enough, now the guilt of knowing you could have ruined your father's dream makes you feel even worse.
"I'm really sorry, dad." You attempt to apologize. "I just-"
Ego ignores your apology and simply continues talking. "If you want to play soccer again, we can look for a new team you can join. But in no circumstances are you ever playing with any of the Blue Lock players again."
"...What if I wanted to join Blue Lock?"
Ego sighs and adjusts his glasses. "We already talked about that before Blue Lock started. You're not joining. I'm not letting you ruin your soccer career with this."
"So you think I'll lose because I'm not good enough?"
"You are more than good enough, (Y/N). But Blue Lock isn't fair. Even the greatest players can lose. Besides, not only is it too late to join anyways, you know I have another way planned for you. And that doesn't include you joining Blue Lock."
"But dad-"
"(Y/N), stop it. I'm not saying this as the director of Blue Lock, I'm saying this as your father. You do not belong in there." Ego places a hand on your shoulder and softens his voice a little bit. "I couldn't stand seeing you in there. I couldn't stand seeing you ruin your career like that. Do you understand?"
You hate to admit it, but you know Blue Lock is a place you'd never fit into, despite you being raised with the same egotistical ideology towards soccer.
"Besides, if you were in there, it would be unfair for everyone else. You're my child and even if I tried not to, I'd have some personal biases about you."
"I know, you're right," You admit, avoiding eye contact for a moment. "I just wanted to play soccer with someone who plays it in the same way as I do."
"I understand your reasons, but that doesn't make what you did okay. But it was a one-time thing and nothing really bad happened, so I'm not mad at you."
The pressure of the guilt returns. It makes tears form in your eyes that you can't stop from rolling down your cheeks.
"I-It wasn't a one-time thing..." You stare at the floor as you confess the truth. "I started that when... I think when the second selection began."
Ego uses the hand that previously rested on your shoulder to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him again.
"That was weeks ago." His voice returned to a cold tone. "How often did you sneak in there? How could you hide something like this from me for so long?"
"Twice a week. But it was never for a long time. Never more than an hour."
Ego takes a deep breath and is about to answer, but then he closes his mouth again to rethink what he's going to say. It's obvious that he's not only disappointed but also very angry.
"We're done talking for tonight." Ego gets up from his chair. "I refuse to let my anger out on my child. We'll continue this conversation tomorrow. I need some time to think."
Before you get to answer, Ego exits the room, leaving you all alone in there.
All alone with your guilt.
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venusxstars · 9 months
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𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄 ⸻ nsfw.
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nagi seishiro x fem!reader
nagi just thinks that you feel so good. nothing else other than that matters.
keynotes ⸻ reader with implied sagging breasts. implied body insecurities. breast fondling / sucking. fingering. penetration.
venus’ note ⸻ boobs of all different shapes and sizes are beautiful. no one can fight me on this one.
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YOUR BREATH COMES OUT SHARP and ragged as you feel Nagi’s soft lips connect lazily against your neck, tongue running in small and slow circles on the skin before he gently nips on it. Your place on his lap was a constant thing, after all, Nagi wasn’t one to put effort into hovering himself on top of you whilst going through the trouble of balancing himself with his two elbows. He voiced out his concerns repeatedly the last time you both tried before settling back to your usual positions—you sitting snug on his lap as he sits comfortably on the couch with his broad back leaning against the soft rest.
You squeal as he suddenly lifts up your shirt and you instinctively move back, pulling your shirt back down. It was an irrational concern, truly, to hold such insecurities over breasts that functioned normally. But you didn’t like the way the weighed down above your abdomen whenever you’d sit down nor could you seem to get used to the image of them without your bra lifting them up more ‘attractively’.
See, lookism has become more prevalent along the recent years with the constant increase of the usage of social media that wordlessly promoted unattainable beauty standards. Everyone had their own certain charm to themselves, but with every comment thoughtlessly uttered, apparently certain groups of people had a surplus amount of it. And that only fed onto the irrational thoughts on your mind.
“What’s the matter?” Your boyfriend furrows his brows in genuine confusion. His hand moved down to clutch onto the edge of your shirt, frowning a little at the way you pulled them down.
You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly, looking away. “Can I keep my shirt on?”
He tilts his head, dark and round eyes gazing into yours quizzically. He speaks bluntly. “Why? … I mean, it’s your choice, but I wanna touch ‘em.”
You chuckle at the way the words roll out of his mouth with a certain lack of care and genuine confusion, and perhaps, that nearly enough to convince you out of your irrational thoughts completely. You cup his large hand that was still holding onto the shirt you were wearing before explaining softly. “It’s a weird reason, but I just don’t like the way they look.”
He nods in agreement at your first statement, looking down at your clothed breasts shamelessly, muttering. “It is a weird reason. Dunno, but they look fine to me. Besides… don’t really care, just wanna touch ‘em…”
He dips his head down onto the crook of your neck once again, breathing in your natural scent before kissing your skin lazily again. He mumbles quietly against your neck, slowly snaking his large hands up to grope your clothed breasts. He squeezes them gently before running his thumbs down onto your nipples that were poking against the shirt.
You breathe out shakily, holding onto his bare shoulders as he plays with your tits mindlessly. You see the way he subtly pulls back a little, head dipped down to stare intently at the way his own large hands were fondling with your soft breasts—the weight on his palm nearly satisfying him, along with the way the fabric of your shirt forms creases every time he squeezed.
“Come on… let me see ‘em, please…” His hands move a bit more roughly and you gasp at the movements. “S'not enough…”
This time, you don’t stop him when he lifts his shirt up completely above your head and throws it onto the floor. You don’t know what he’s thinking as he stares down at your tits wordlessly for a few seconds, dark eyes pinned on it without moving away for a single second. Finally, he snaps out of his stupor with a soft whine when you smack the back of his head lightly.
“Seishiro…” You begin to grumble. “What are you—”
You gasp when he suddenly dips his head down, lifting your breasts up a little with his hands, before sucking on the tips of your puffy nipples. You shudder, unconsciously tightening your legs around his waist as you pull yourself closer to him.
He groans quietly against your breast, looking up at your contorted expressions. “Looks fine to me, baby… so pretty, even. Feels good in my hands and mouth… Wonder how good my cock would feel between your tits…”
He presses his lips all over the surface of your chest—soft moans tumbling out of his own lips as if his own ministrations were pleasurable for himself—alternating between each of your breast. He sucks on the skin, leaving soft red marks in its wake, and soon, your breasts is painted with a harmony of colors like a simple abstract painting of the picturesque lust.
Your bodies are both hot, and you can feel the wetness seeping out of your pussy through your thin panties, leaving a patch on your boyfriend’s gray sweatpants. He pauses his ministrations to dip his hand down against your heat, cupping your clothed pussy completely.
“Ah, fuck… it’s so wet, baby” He mumbles, cheeks and ears dusted a light shade of rosy red. “Got some on my pants. Let’s take ‘em off…”
You lift your hips up as he pulls your underwear down and throwing them onto the floor before making a move to take off his own sweatpants. Soon, you’re both bare for each other to see and admire. You rub the side of your arm a bit shyly at the exposure especially with the bright fluorescent lights of the living room glaring down over your figures. It shows every single part of yourselves—every crevice and color marking your skin.
Nagi slowly reaches up to touch the back of your neck and push you forward to capture his lips with yours. It’s soft and gentle, just like how kisses between the two of you were always shared—exploring every part of each other through tongues slowly slipping in.
You pull away breathlessly. “Want more, Sei…”
“Me too…” He mumbles, immediately moving his fingers down against your pussy again. He rubs slow circles with his middle and ring finger around your wet clit, keeping his eyes trained on your face to watch your expression contort, presenting varying feelings of the pleasure he was providing you. He feels the wetness on the pads of his fingers, pressing them a little more against the area before slowly easing a finger in. His cock hardens, pressing against his lower abdomen as he hears your drawn-out moan dragging out of your parted lips.
“Got me so hard with those sounds, baby… let me hear some more…” He groans out softly, pumping his middle finger inside your pussy, searching for your g-spot. He moves in a little deeper, touching the bundle of nerves inside of you and rubbing it a little with the pad of his finger. He watches you jolt on top of him before deciding to do the same movement twice. Next, he pulls his finger back slowly, experimentally bumping the pad of his finger against the spot.
You were in cloud nine at his seemingly mindless and entertained movements, feeling every part of his finger with your walls clamping down on it tightly. Warmth spreads around under your belly and you can feel it building up with each passing second. You whine when he pulls his finger out again, watching him pump his cock slowly with his head thrown back against the back rest of the couch.
“W-Wait just a second, baby…” He gasps a little, pumping his cock that was oozing with pre-cum. It drips down on the length of his cock and he sighs before aligning the tip against your entrance. “Hurts so much— wanna be inside you so bad…”
He pushes his cock in and you both simultaneously let out a moan. It was thick inside of you and you can feel every single crevice and vein with your gummy walls clamping down on it as he slowly helps you ease down on his cock. His long fingers were digging down against your hips, pulling you down breathlessly until he’s completely sheathed inside of you.
You both take a short pause as you accommodate his length inside of you.
“You okay?” He asks a little breathlessly, chest rising and falling deeply. You can see him grind his teeth a little.
You nod after a while before slowly lifting your hips up again and dropping it with the same pace down on his cock. You furrow your brows, biting your lip at the pleasure that seemed to swarm throughout your lower body.
“H-Help…” You request as your thighs burned slightly at the continuous movements you were making. Obediently, he places his hands onto your ass, helping you lift and drop your hips against his.
“F-Fuck, s’good, baby…” He moans, watching the way you repeatedly bouncing on his dick. He lifts his gaze up and groans this time at the way your tits bounced along with the movements of your whole body. He moves his head forward, burying his face between the valley of your breasts, loving how the warmth engulfed his skin comfortingly. “Love your tits so much…”
He lifts and drops your hips a little faster, digging his fingers down on your ass more that it seemed to be leaving marks behind. His clouded mind and pleasure-filled body taking control of the pace each time he feels your soft yet tight walls squeeze and pulse around him deliciously.
“S-Sei!” You gasp, bouncing on his cock harder and following along with his wordless command.
“H-Huh? F-Fuck… yes, baby?” He bites his bottom lip hard, leaving it swollen and pink before he starts babbling between your bouncing chest. “Love having you fuck yourself on my dick like this… Wanna see you cum around my— c-cock, shiiit…”
He throws his head back, forcibly picking up the pace as he lifts and drops your hips on his cock before he then begins to meet your movements by thrusting his own hips up. The sound of skin-slapping fills the area along with the breathy moans leaving both of your lips.
“S’too fast, S-Sei— a-ah!” You gasp, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back.
“Looks so f-fucked out, baby—” He groans out, thrusting his hips up faster and deeper inside of you as you meet his hips—the impact leaving your clit hard and aching as it slaps against his skin, sending waves of sharp delicious heat up and around your core.
“G-Gonna… gonna cum!” You moan, digging your nails against his shoulder as you suddenly twitch, pussy pulsing and walls clamping down hard around his cock. Your mind blanks when you reach your climax and you shudder as your boyfriend continues to move.
“S-Shit, got so tight… W-Wanna cum too—“ He buries his cock deep one last time before it twitches, then pulling out to shoot his milky white cum on your breasts. “H-Haah—”
You both pant loudly at the exertion then you drop your head down against his shoulder, laying against him limply and tiredly. You can hear his heart beat even with your ears up from where you were and you were certain that he could hear yours too.
“Thanks, Sei” You blurt out quietly.
“For what?” His words come out a little breathlessly.
“For everything”
You can feel him tilt his head and you chuckle when you hear him utter his response cluelessly.
“Don’t really know why you’re thanking me, but… no problem, I guess…”
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