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merlucide · 8 days

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PLEASEEEEE CAN YOU WRITE HEADCANONS WITH RIN, KAISER, SAE, OTOYA AND REO AND A SHYREADER WHOS SHY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOESNT KNOW BUT CRAZZYYYY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOES KNOW PLSSSSS

BLLK BOYS WITH A SHY BUT CRAZY S/O

Notes: OFC WIFEY. Also… this scenario, seems, a bit self insert don’t you think…. 👀 ALSO LMAO I MADE READER UNHINGED?? SO- SORRY LMAO?

characters: Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Otoya, Reo

wc: about 300ish each

warnings: nb reader, cursing, randomness + cringe lmao😭

ITOSHI RIN

Well tbh, y’all probably had to have been friends for a loooong time for him to ever considering dating you 😭😭

So Rin had a good understanding of your personality, as you had known each other pretty much since the beginning of time.

He never understood how your personality went from 0 to 1000 whenever you two are alone.

He prob thinks ur on drugs tbh

He’ll be your voice for you if you can’t seem to communicate with strangers, though he might not be the friendliest no shit.

he thinks it’s dumb that you’re shy tbh

He’s small minded about these things okay 😭

He never ever will get used to your bursts of crazy energy.

he swears he’ll turn around and you’ll have a horse mask on with a tutu around your waist

ITOSHI SAE

lmao you give him terrible whiplash.

He too, also thinks you’re on drugs.

You and Sae would like be at the airport on the way to Japan, his manager would be going over the details and precautions for going to Japan (yk fans and press or whatever etc etc).

His manager looked over to you and asked if you were alright, since you literally hadn’t spoken a word since he introduced himself a two hours ago.

You nodded and followed Sae and his manager onto the private jet(cus he’s rich-rich😌🤭)

Once y’all were settled, his manager closed you and Sae’s cabin door.

Sae looked over to see if you were alright, since traveling and yadda yadda can be overwhelming.

You were fucking giggling like an underwater hyena (that’s a thing I bc I fucking said so bitch).

You grabbed his hands and pulled back and forth giggling about how stoked you were rn.

LMAO HE WAS TOTALLY LOOKING AT U LIKE THIS

KAISER MICHEAL

lmao he was disturbed at first 💀

like “wtf happens to my shy, sweet, s/o??”

He’ll like be getting a glass of water at night and in the corner of his eye, you hold a flashlight at your face with a blanket wrapped around you. Staring into his soul, inches behind singing.

“hello darkness my old frienddd~”

He just blinked at you for a while.

“Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you.”

ANYWHOOO!

He thinks it’s funny af though

Like how nervous you get around his teammates and then when y’all are home you start cartwheeling.

You sure keep his life ✨spontaneous✨

OTOYA EITA

LMAO A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

YOUR RANDOM AF.

HES RANDOM AF.

= SOULMATES

he thinks it’s so cute how shy you are

He loves that bc ur shy around strangers you cling/stay close to him. He feels so sigma male bc he’s ’protecting’ you🐺🐺🔊🔊🗣️🗣️😏😏

Someone humble him please.

LMAO HE’LL GO LIKE:

“Babe watch this😏” and ninja pose really fast LIKE A LITTLE KID DABBING

And you’ll be like:

“Nah watch this😌” *does the worm*

Y’all T-pose at pidgend together 💕 #couplegoals

MIKAGE REO

LMAO HE’LL BE DAYDREAMING AND LIKE-

“My dearest Y/N! Oh they’re such an angel! They’re so pretty and kind and perfect! And amazing- is that them in a dinosaur inflatable doing the WAP in 6 inch heels?”

lmao kinda how it goes

He never really gets used to the switch up.

It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable to be yourself around him, even if that means painting yourself pink and putting googly-eyes on while blasting the Peppa Pig intro💗

He loves hearing people talk about you too.

“Oh y/n is really shy, but they’re nice I guess?” Like hah okay..

Pretty sure they weren’t crab walking in a tuxedo with a kazoo in their mouth playing Sinfonia N°9 Coral in D Minor, Op. 125: 1. Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso by Beethoven 🙄🙄

LMAO I HAD NO IDEA WERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS. I WAS LIKE “wtf am I gonna do😦”

made April 21st 2024

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bllk-after-dark · 1 year

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wildest fantasies.

pairing. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, nagi seishiro x f!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, how the top 6 imagine fucking you, dom!character x sub!reader, vary in each installment, some are prevalent than others (oops), written in lowercase

itoshi rin. breeding kink, creampie, degradation, edging, fingering, jealousy, marking, possessive behavior, wall sex

mine is written on your skin with invisible ink. he fumes at a player from his team talking to you, who seems to be having fun when he sees you laugh. he doesn’t experience rage quite often, but that guy is the initial point and gets worse when the poster boy of blue lock strikes up a conversation with you.

“what’s with the silent treatment, rin?” you become frustrated over the lack of dialogue. the entire ride on the way home was tense and he treated you like a ghost. he also feels the same, but for different reasons. as the two of you enter your house, he pins you to the door with both arms above your head and cunt on his knee. you attempt to focus on lust in his eyes as his tongue battles against yours and teeth nips at your throat to leave bruises in its wake.

“craving attention from him out of all people, hm? fucking slut.” you gasp at the sharp friction of his knee against your cunt. he isn’t this rough and riled up, not that you’re complaining. he slips his fingers inside, pumping them in and out very slowly as punishment. “think he can fuck you like this? lukewarm, want him and everyone else to know that you’re mine.”

to prolong this type of behavior, you instill delicious images in his head. “how are you gonna show me off? the hickeys, sure. but what about a ring on my finger? your cum dripped out of me? or perhaps a baby in me?”

he pulls his fingers out when you’re nearing an orgasm, leaving you a whining mess. the impulse to buy a fancy ring with his salary and propose to you live, to fuck you in the locker rooms to see copious amounts of cum staining your underwear, and to fuck you enough to make you pregnant so that damn golden boy can mind his own business — which he’ll gladly make it happen. he rams his cock in you without warning and spends the entire day in the bedroom to make sure it takes.

“ah, there you are. i had to ask one of your teammates, but we lost track.” he’s back in the stadium, dazed from his daydreaming. you didn’t notice him blanking out as you’re busy geeking out about his plays. “watching a match in-person was so exciting! i get to see you steal a ball by kicking it between another player’s legs and score a goal with a direct shot— is that it? whatever, you’re so cool, rin!”

he shuts you up by kissing you, and everyone in the stadium reacts in a domino effect. the cameras pan to the two of you so it’s on live television, his fans freak out that he’s actually in a relationship, and his teammates — specifically that guy — are in pure disbelief. you wonder why he had done that, but he looks proud so you didn’t pry any further. “there. now the whole world knows.”

shidou ryusei. anal sex, blowjob, cuckolding, exhibitionism, face fucking, impact play (spanking), shower sex

demon is what everyone refers to him as. known to be vicious in the field, people hate to admit that he’s a damn good player. aside from being skilled at soccer, he’s also skilled at pulling risque acts in the context of yourself — willing to let the whole world know how tight you are. right now he’s fucking you from behind in the shower with hands on the wall and back slightly bent to stabilize yourself from his powerful thrusts.

“shit, you’re even tighter than yesterday!” he howls as his thick and wide cock drags along your walls and slaps your ass multiple times, leaving a red handprint there. this is a position favored by the both of you, and it never gets old. although, you do want to try out other things that you and he can find exciting. what he says afterwards is an adventure you can’t wait to embark on.

“i wonder if eyelashes will agree with me. how about we invite him someday?” you’d like that very much, honored to be acknowledged as a favorite pastime by the best player in japan. for now you want to practice sucking your boyfriend off, so you detach from him and kneel in front of his dick, lapping the bulbous tip with your tongue.

“holy shit, you’re tight here too! fucking hell… i dunno which one i like more but let’s find out, hm?” he shoves his cock deep into your throat and grips your head as he bucks his hips, eyes rolling to the back of his skull at how stimulating it is.

“feeling so fucking good. looking so fucking good, too. i bet you’ll do even better at the shower stalls in the locker rooms. or at a bar. or at an alley. or—” it’s incredible how he manages to talk about his shameless ideas when he’s at the verge of cumming whereas on the other hand you phased out. streams of opaque white gush out past your lips and trickle down your chin. his dick is still hard, meaning he’s ready for another round. his stamina is inhuman, like a demon. but knowing him, he won’t be satisfied until he has tried out every single thing on his growing list.

“can’t believe you took a nap during our bath. was expecting you to be more awake from the bath bomb i bought, but i guess not.” he’s greeted with a sweet peck, eyes fluttering halfway but can see you beaming at him brightly like the lights in the room. “got your towel here. now i have to drain the water, so shoo.”

he wraps his towel around his waist and then observes you unplug the drain. he happens to sneak a peek at the curve of your ass when you bend over to reach it, smug at how he happens to catch wind of how glorious the view is. he startles you by pinching the fat of your cheeks, and you turn to him, completely flustered. “what? want me to do it again?”

karasu tabito. aftercare, hand holding/kissing, insecurities, loss of virginity, missionary, petnames (baby), praise

sorry is your automatic reply when he hints that he wants to have sex. you’re a virgin; the thought of being unable to satisfy someone, especially one experienced such as himself, is deeply rooted in your head. on the contrary, it’s a huge turn on. since it’s your first time, he wants to make it extra special. it makes him more excited than he should be so he tries to tone it down to not scare you.

he reaches for your face, staring at him like a lost puppy. he smirks at how entranced you are when his fingers slide to your chin then glide over your lips. he kisses you hard, taking your breath away as he gently pushes you down on the bed. he gives you time to breathe while he takes off his shirt. you looking intently on him makes his heart flutter, that his body is for your eyes only.

“i’m okay. you can keep going,” you tell him when he checks up on you. with the slight encouragement of his hand drawing circles on your skin, you take off your shirt as well so he can explore more of your body. the two of you eventually strip yourselves to bareness in the midst of devouring each other with tongue and spit.

“squeeze if you want me to stop.” your hand is intertwined with his, ready to signal for the sake of your safety. he slowly penetrates you, his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy. he blabbers about how you’re taking him so well, swearing he’ll cum faster than expected. he hooks a leg on his shoulder which allows him to thrust into you harder and deeper. the pitch of your voice rises higher and higher, you pull him toward your mouth to crash your lips against his. you hate how you sound it seems, but rest assured, it tells him that he has done his job right.

“shit, baby. you’re so perfect for me. how is this possible— agh,” he hisses out as he spills inside you. you’ve gone exhausted afterwards, skin sensitive from the caresses on your curves and kisses on your hands. this is what he’d like to happen, but the next time he blinks, you’re lying beside him fully clothed, meaning that the scenario is anything but real.

“tabito? you’re not saying anything.” you avert your gaze from his. you’re ashamed of literally pushing him away, believing that he’ll take offense judging from his silence. “i didn’t mean to do that. it happened so fast that i freaked out. can we start over and… start a little bit slower?”

“sure. let’s take things slow, then.” he kisses your forehead as a way to reassure you that you haven’t done anything wrong. somehow it makes you bolder, being the one to initiate the kiss while sneaking your hands under his shirt unconsciously. you immediately retract from the sudden move and are about to apologize for acting out of the blue. he cuts off a smile, gesturing you to keep on going. he’s so weak for you, and he’ll do anything to make you happy.

otoya eita. begging, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, nipple play, phone sex, toxic relationships (with reader’s ex)

relief washes over him hearing that you broke up with your former significant other through the phone. he never liked them to begin with and doesn’t understand what you see in them. being the good friend he is, he wants what's best for you. yet he decides to remain civil, albeit painfully. though, it’s not as painful as suppressing his sinful thoughts about you crumbling under touch.

“eita? can you do me a favor?” he loves your voice, but you saying his name is his greatest weakness. instead of heading it wirelessly, he’d prefer you moaning it in his ears when he’s railing you into a begging mess. he should feel guilty for harboring these feelings as he promised to play the ‘good friend’ role. but promises are meant to be broken anyway. “can you make me forget about them?”

the lines of friendship blur into indescribable tension. you express your frustration over the shitty quality of your sex life your former partner provided, rambling about how badly you want to be fucked on someone’s mouth. the cries of your nipples and clit aching to be touched causes his cock to strain in his pants. sex isn’t a topic you confide in with your friends, especially your male friends, but now it doesn’t matter. you called him to forget after all.

“to tell you the truth, you’ve been driving me crazy,” he sighs with his head leaned back as he pumps his length. labored breaths and whimpers are heard on your end; it seems you have the same idea. “so you want me to make you forget? what if i tell you i’m jerking off right now, wishing that i was inside that pretty pussy of yours? what about you, wishing that my mouth is there too and on your pretty tits to claim what has been mine in the first place?”

“i’m yours, always yours. please, faster!” your whines become more frequent that he cums on his hand and some on his thighs. he leans against the headboard, catching his breath alongside you. if you’re here, he’d leave more proof that you’re forever his with no room for your ex in your world as it should. yet it’s all white noise. the entire time he has been blanking out, so you were waiting for an eternity for him to say something.

“hello? earth to eita?” he snaps back to reality. the only real thing is the stickiness of his hand that’s covered in cum, so he really has been mindlessly jacking off to your voice. “i asked if you can do me a favor but i think i rather stop by your place to cool off. is it okay if i come over?”

“yeah, sure.” you thank him before hanging up. he tosses his phone to the edge of the bed, contemplating what he has done. never, ever again will he do this and vows to not speak on it. all he can do is to stick being the ‘good friend’ to comfort you through your breakup. he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he’s the better choice. they’ll be the day where you’re all his for the taking.

yukimiya kenyu. body worship, mirror sex, lap dancing, lingerie, riding, sex toys, strip tease, voyeurism

risk is his middle name. not only taking it to become the top striker in japan, but in the context of having strong urges to impale you on him. it’s confined in his pants, just like how his hands are confined to his sides. he’s restricted to ogle at your body clad in lace lingerie, attempting to tempt him to give into his desires with your alluring expressions.

the lingerie surprise tips him over the edge. he follows your fingers running down your breasts to your clit, agonized by the drag of one of them along the lips back and forth. he grips his seat to the point where he can almost break the bones of his hands. oh how badly he wants you, but being the menace you are, you keep insisting to stay patient until the end of your performance.

“mmm, not yet. keep your eyes on me,” you giggle, lifting his chin to face you with your mouth ghosting over his. you’re enjoying the sight way too much, but how can he also feel the same when you’re torturing him with the sway of your hips on his lap, the flex of your muscles when he glances at the many mirrors around him, and the teasing of your bra straps down past your shoulders? and when you also grind on his bulge along with a vibrator plugging in you which is your source of pleasure instead?

as if his body has a mind of its own, he finds himself dancing with you with an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cradling your head, kissing you with his life. then clothes start to fly off left and right. he yanks out your vibrator decorated with your slick and plunges you onto his throbbing cock, having you seated for his part of the performance. oh how the tables have turned; now you’re the one being tortured, pounded with quick upward thrusts from him.

“now for the grand finale.” despite your protests to slow down, he wants to relish your face and body contorting in pleasure through the mirror beside him. a multitude of thrusts later, he reaches his climax and feels your walls clench to make sure you didn’t miss a single drop. it’s a shame that time goes by so fast, because he sure wants to see your body arch for him over and over again.

“you know, it’s rude to stare without saying anything.” loud noises flood his ears. he’s in the mall on a shopping spree with you to help you pick out new clothes to spice up your wardrobe. although when you mean by ‘spice up’, he doesn’t expect to see you in lace lingerie at the fitting rooms. “so, uh… what do you think?”

he has speculations on whether you may have a hidden agenda to seduce him or just trying it out for fun. but all he do is marvel at how the lingerie fits nicely on your body, making you nervous. an idea pops into his head and whispers into the shell of your ear. “not sure. why don’t you buy and put it on tonight for me so i can see it better, hm?”

nagi seishiro. bulge kink, cockwarming, size difference (reader is implied to be smaller), somnophilia, spooning

warm is his favorite sensation when he’s curled up with you in bed. his chest is on your back and his left arm hugs your corresponding side while the other engulfs your right hand. his cock throbs inside you which can be seen poking your stomach, making him curse and groan as he places his hand there. the feeling is delicious, addicting even, and he’s hungry for more.

he pants against your neck as he lazily thrusts against your ass, the outline of the bulge moving up and down from what he can feel on his hand. so good, he chokes out in your ear, followed by a string of fucks and moans. that manages to wake you up, having you grab on the sheets from being overwhelmed by the pleasure from behind.

“sei…” his impatience causes your breath to hitch. at that moment you’re losing your damn mind upon his balls coming into contact with your skin. “fill me up…”

as he shushes you to go back to sleep, he kisses the junction of your neck and shoulder and hooks a leg over your waist for better access to pick up the pace to fulfill your wish. “mm, yeah. gonna make you so warm and full of me.”

“hm, sei?” the morning light seeps through the blinds, spotlighting on you who’s sitting up on his bed stretching. for some reason, you press your butt against his groin which is painfully— oh. “um, did you get hard from sleeping with me last night?”

it’s a dream after all. he throws the blanket over his head and turns away from you, refusing to answer as it’ll be bothersome to explain in detail. you dismiss his silence with ‘okay’ and by telling him you have to go to work. when you reach the edge of the bed, he pins you down with his arm around your waist and drags you closer to him.

“stay with me. just a bit longer.” you cave into his whims, deciding to indulge him during then by pulling your pants down to take his huge length. it somehow knocks you out, and he hopes that you’ll forgive him for making you late. but you’re so warm and so good, just like in his dreams.

vera. ayo, finally i posted something. it’s my first time writing smut and i died inside. as expected: it’s 10% smut, 90% cringe. the top 6 has me in a chokehold and i’m not okay.

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satrs · 9 months

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Hi there <3 can I request reader getting a 3some w otoya and karasu? (Love your writings x)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎Hihi! I’m glad u like my stuff, it rlly means the world to me! Much love!

Felt like writing stoner otoya and karasu so yeah lol

HIGH FOR THIS

SYNOPSIS; what did you expect to happen when you decided to get some of the devil's lettuce with your roommates?

FEATURING; stoner roommate!Karasu Tabito x stoner roommate!Otoya Eita x fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! !420!. pwp. intercourse while under the influence. fingering. oral(fem and male receiving). nicknames(princess), handjob. dirty talk.

WORDCOUNT; 1.3k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+(pro players)!

"Can I join?"

Your question caused the young men to exchange a humourous glance at each other. "Our innocent little Y/N?" The green strand mocked while passing the blunt to his partner in crime, who snickered in return.

"Didn't know ya played that way." Karasu stated, earning an offended look from you in return. "Oh c'mon. You're acting like I got some stick up my ass."

"Wellll-" They both let out a laugh, eyes hanging low, effect of the plant slowly but surely kicking in. You klicked your tongue at their behaviour, rolling your eyes as you made your way to the couch, squeezing yourself between the both of them. "Just give it to me and shut up." Your hand reached to Karasus lips, snatching the joint from his lips, a chidish whine alongside of smoke coming from his parted lips, frown adoring his handsome face.

Otoya only watched in amusement as you bring the smoking stick to your lips and inhaled a fair amount before exhaling the toxic waste, head falling back onto the head rest, eyes closed in relaxation.

"Princess had a rough day?" You nodded in agreement, earning a symmetrical look from the man, both of you ignoring Karasu's whining for the joint you stole from his lips.

"Work is really kicking me in the ass right now." You admitted, your eyes trailing after Karasu's hand as he took the slim roll-up from your fingers, grinning as he inhaled the smoke.

"Fuck you", you spat at him in frustration as you watched him smoke it whole, chuckling as you punched him in the shoulder. "Don't gotta hang yer head low." His now empty hand sneaked behind your neck to pull you closer. "C'mere." His lips brushed over yours as he exhaled the vapor into your mouth, eyes not leaving the other's mouth.

"Yo," Otoya interrupted, scooting closer to you as he took your chin in hand, turning you to face him, breath tickling your nose as he whispered in a low tone. "Don't leave me out."

Your eyes widened once he captured your lips in a kiss, his tongue needily brushing past your lips once you exhale the smoke in a hurry, your hand rubbing him through his pants and grinning into the kiss once he let out a low hum. Karasu clicked his tongue at that, his hand comfortably laying on your thigh, skirt slightly riding up in the process as he leaned to the front to eye his friend. "Yer serious?"

Otoya spared him a quick glance before averting his attention back to your face, red-tinted eyes hanging low as he sighed into your mouth, his hand creeping to your thigh only to be slapped away by Karasu's. "Yer up there. Leave downstairs to me." A wide grin played itself on his features as he sank down to the ground, hand slowly hiking your leg up to his shoulder, his breath ghosting over your clothed cunt.

Otoya broke the kiss, quick to roll up another ecstasy ride, you bit your lip in excitement as you looked at the man between your thighs, eyes under heavy lips looking up at you, lust lingering behind his pupils.

You didn't know if your head was dizzy from the weed, or because of the men's actions. This was - new and unexpected. But did you mind? No. you could take your mind off with some puffs and some dick too.

A hiss escaped you once Karasu's slender fingers pushed your panties to the side, cold air hitting your aroused heat. He wasted no time sliding his fingers through your wet folds, gasping in surprise. "Ya all wet from a kiss," His fingers teased your tight hole, lips peppering kisses to your inner thigh, leaving a burning hot trail behind, "like a virgin." He locked eyes with you, a goofy expression on his face. "Are ya?"

Before you could answer your lips, the green-eyed beat you to it, blowing his exhaled fog into your face in a teasing manner. "No way. That was no virgin kissing." The men both chuckled before turning their attention back on you.

Your head flung back once Karasu's wet tongue rand over your folds, feeling Otoya's sharp eyes on you. He took another hit from the thing in his hand, manspreading while motioning his chin to his crotch. "Not gonna interrupt this time. Go on."

His eyes slit in amusement while your shaky hands freed him from his joggers, trying to bite back a moan caused by Karasu's antics. He on the other hand did not like that one bit, rolling your clit between his theeth to earn your attention, firm eyes staring daggers into your skull, a yelp leaving your lips. "Dontcha' hide yer pretty sounds. Wanna hear all of it."

Your face twisted in pleasure while you nod your head frantically, your mouth hanging open with your eyes glued to Karasu working wonders between your thighs. "Eyes on me."

Otoya turned you to him by the back of your neck, a messy kiss ascending. Your moans got swallowed by his occupied mouth, while the man between your legs swirled his tongue around your clit, tongue prodding your entrance, walls fluttering around his long muscle.

Now, finally freeing the athlete's leaking cock from his pants, he groaned into your mouth once you wrap your hands around his length, tightening around his tip to brush your finger through his slit, causing his hips to buck up in need.

"Fuckfuckfuck." He was struggling at this point, the joint in his hand shaking while he struggled to hold it, his other hand rubbing the back of your neck, urging you to lean forward. His head flung back once you kitten-licked his cock head, fingers tangling inside of your hair as his hips subconsciously stuttered up into your mouth.

"Princess 's good, ain't she?" Karasu chuckled as his mouth abandoned your cunt, replacing it with his fingers while he eyed the other man in amusement. Otoya on the other hand was in no condition to tease anymore, mind too far gone, wrapped in pleasure and toxic waste. "Mhmmm. Good, so good."

Karasu felt your walls tightening around his digits, a smug smile on his face as he observed your face. "Like it when ya get praised?" You averted your eyes from him in embarrassment, eagerly sucking the man next to you off, tongue trailing along the underside of his cock.

"Ya don't gotta be embarrassed." The athlete's movements sped up, thumb finding your clit to draw firm circles on it. "It's alright. Be a good girl and cum 'f me. I know yer close."

You moaned around the man's cock at Karasu's reassuring words, choking on a moan as you experienced your first sexual high for tonight. "Shit, princess. Look what ya did to the guy. I'm kinda jealous."

The vibration of your moans around his length threw Otoaya over the edge, his hips rutting up into your mouth, his cum seeping into your throat.

Once Karasu lapped up your gushing cunt, wiping his chin shining in your juices with the back of his hand, he slapped your thigh to earn your attention with his other, smug smirk adorning his lips. "Time ta switch." Otoya returned the smirk catching his breath whilst he came down from his high, leaving the blunt in the ashtray on the coffee table as he adjusted his pants, swiftly switching places with his friend.

"Alright," Otoya looked up at your fucked out form, his fingers already almost knuckled deep inside of your dripping hole, earning a low whimper from you.

Karasu picked up the blunt from the table, putting it to his lips while caressing your cheek with his free hand, thumb wiping some of Otoya's seed from the corner of your lips, smirking down at your form as you rest your head on his thigh, hand fidgeting with his pants while sucking he access from his finger.

"Ready?"

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venusxstars · 11 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 ⸻ nsfw.

otoya eita × fem!reader

keynotes ⸻ teasing, lap dance, breast fondling, grinding. short one-shot. wherein you give otoya a lap dance as a reward for his hard-work.

venus' note ⸻ thought of this idea when a lap dance tutorial appeared in my tiktok fyp. also, this man is so hot ( except for his green highlight ). also, i apologize for the late post; i've been busy.

"I'M HOME." Eita calls out as he enters through your shared home and closes the door right behind him. Usually, he'd see you cooking something strange up in kitchen or you'd be watching television in the living room. To his surprise, you weren't there to greet him at all.

He furrows his brows in confusion before wordlessly walking towards your shared room. As he opens the bedroom door, he freezes in place, accidentally dropping his heavy gym bag onto the floor in surprise at the sight.

You were there, sitting so prettily at the center of the bed with your bare feet pressed flat on the floor. Your body clad in dark rosy red lace that barely covered your skin—breasts peeking out around the corners of the fabric—and your hair set down loosely. You regarded him coolly with your lips stretched upwards the slightest bit while your sharp eyes sliced knowingly through his hungry gaze.

He swallowed and breathed out shakily, staring at you with slightly wide eyes. His lips part and he immediately takes a step towards you.

"Fuck, come here, princess—" He mutters in a daze before bumping into a chair that he hadn't even noticed was standing at the center of the bedroom. His cheeks flush a little when you laugh.

You stand up, walking over to him as his eyes are pinned on you. You place your hand flat on his chest and push him to sit down onto the chair. His eyes widens even more and he yelps quietly at your sudden actions.

"What are you..." The words die down in his throat as you begin circling around him wordlessly, your hand tracing against his clothed chest then standing behind him.

You dip your head down, brushing your lips gently against his ear and you see him shudder. He balls his fist in his lap and crosses his arms over his chest in anticipation. "Relax, darling. Sit down and just enjoy the show, would you?"

He nods wordlessly, swallowing.

You walk over slowly in front of him and trail your hands towards the back rest of the chair, leaning your face closer towards his. He tilts his head forward as if expecting a kiss but you move away immediately and turn your back against him, arching your spine as your lightly press your ass against his hips—not too close, just enough to leave him wanting more.

You see his legs spreading more and his large calloused hands grasping your sides. You roll your hips slowly and sensually, but never putting enough pressure between his legs. Just a light sort of pressure, slowly feeling his cock hardening and pressing against the fat of your ass. You hear him suck in a breath and mutter out a quiet, raspy "Fuck".

You sit on him completely with your back agains his chest, arching your spine outwards a little. You lean your head back against his shoulder, running your right hand against the side of his cheek and upwards, tugging on his soft snowy hair. You catch your bottom lip underneath the top row of your teeth, purposely breathing louder and heavier against his ear, and easing out the most silent moan.

His breathing grows rapid as it almost looses its rhythm. You feel it against your back as his pecs push themselves against your shoulder blades back and forth as he lets air in and out through his parted pink lips. His hands snake onto the sides yours waist, fingers digging down against the soft flesh as if trying not to run desperately past the line of losing his self-control.

"Are you watching me, darling?" You murmur breathily, watching yourself do a body roll. Your hips thrust forward slowly and smoothly like a passing wave across the sea, before your ass presses back against his hardened cock underneath his sweatpants. You feel his burning stare over your shoulder as he looks down at your hips. His long and slender fingers dig against your flesh more, trimmed nails biting the skin.

"Oh, I'm watching, baby." He drawls out deeply with a rasp as he keeps his emerald eyes pinned on your swaying and rolling hips.

You spread your legs, hooking it over his knees. You pull his hands away from your waist, guiding it throughout the expanse of your body; the soft skin of your thighs and inching towards its inner areas to touch the lacy red fabric before leading it towards your belly, slowly trailing upwards to your rib cage. His knuckles touch the underside of your breasts and you shudder, breathing against his ear.

Suddenly, he brings his hands up to cup your breasts over your lingerie before squeezing your mounds.

Your movements stutter and you press your ass back down a bit harder on his lap when you feel a wave of heat engulfing your belly and your core. You grind your teeth when he inserts his hands under your lacy bralette, bringing the pads of his index fingers over your puffy nipples.

The puffy buds catch under the pads of his fingers as he rubs downwards. You jolt, pressing your legs together and throwing your head back against his shoulder.

"Go on," He pulls his hands away completely from you, denying you of more pleasure like the same thing you have been doing. You furrow your brows in frustration as his deep voice hum against your ear teasingly.

"Move your body, darling."

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saerins · 2 months

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#001 SUDDENLY, COLORS 𖧧 NEXT: #002 PLAYING DOMINO ꒰ series masterlist ꒱

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — sae gets more than he bargained for when he decides to entertain you. and then suddenly, maybe he isn’t so indifferent to everything after all.

content: itoshi sae x female reader. bllk guys here are all pro players now. profanity, complicated relationships, reader is a working adult, implied ex-fwb situation with otoya, minorly questionable work ethics, mention of infidelity. word count: 3.8k.

༝༚༝༚ first chapter ! (bear with me because we’re gonna be in the early stages of sae & y/n getting to know each other) i hope you guys like this one as much as infy >_< the dynamic between yn & sae here is slightly different heh :) if you’re reading this: ily <3 + will add little mini extra facts at the end of each chapter ^_^

lights flashing, red carpets, familiar faces that feel so out of reach.

there’s an entire life out here that people like you, should you have been without connections, won’t get to experience in your lifetime. it’s eye-opening, and more than you bargained for. sure, when you heard that this is a party thrown by one of the japan’s national soccer team’s sponsors, you expected a lot of a-list names, but to think it’s this many.

beautiful, handsome people litter every corner of the destination, enough to fill anyone with a year’s worth of anxieties just simply looking at them. to think, this is the kind of life they live in the regular; photographed by everyone, welcomed and greeted like royalty by staff and strangers alike.

it’s nothing you can ever get used to. luckily, you don’t have to.

you stand at the top of the stairs in the venue, looking around as you try to spot your friend. on the ground floor, you see many people huddled in different groups, smiles plastered together as they catch up with one another. all you can hear are everyone’s voice and laughters muffled together and melding into one giant mess. many movie stars, models, athletes all gathered in one place, commanding the attention of everyone in the room as well as those who are watching the livestreams from home. that’s to be expected though, considering this is a party thrown by the top sports brand in japan—surely supporters and fans alike are tuning in from all over just to see their favourite celebrities.

you bet the chat is getting blown up with comments about how the captain of the soccer team looks absolutely handsome when he cleans up, or how the up and coming setter in the volleyball team is a quiet assassin if looks could kill.

there’s a vibration in your purse, snapping you out of your thoughts, and you fish your phone out to see that it’s from eita.

you slowly make your way down the stairs, carefully so that you don’t accidentally catch your heels against the bright red fabric under you. it’s not everyday you get invited to events like this, and it’s certainly not everyday you get to wear something this nice—you don’t want to end up falling face flat in front of all these important (and famous, or infamous) people.

you make a mental note to yourself to thank eita again for getting you this dress.

as you look around the floor, trying to spot whatever private booth eita’s in, your eyes flick across the top of someone’s head. somebody that could catch anyone’s attention. those alluring eyes and that tall frame. you catch your breath.

eita can wait. maybe you should take a detour first.

as you’re drawing closer to him, you can’t help but think how much more handsome he is in person; all you’d been able to see of him thus far is whatever you saw through the screen, or in paper from the photoshoots he’d been a part of. now that you’re looking at him in the flesh, you don’t think they do him justice. not by a long shot. he’s still handsome as hell in whichever form of media he’s in, but in real life, they have nothing on his actual person.

his lips look soft and pink right there in front of you, and his lashes frame his eyes just perfectly that you’re almost envious.

in all fairness, you’re not used to talking to mega huge celebrities like him. he’s a pro-athlete, but his popularity is in the millions, his talent for being japan’s best offensive midfielder skyrocketing him to fame at the young age of eighteen.

nearly ten years later and he’s somehow still topping the lists for most popular male athletes from japan.

opportunities like this don’t come easy, especially for people like you—you’re not stupid enough to not take it. with a deep breath, you put your game face on; he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t have to know the real you, just the you that you want to show him.

somehow, he manages to make your heart beat faster than anyone else in the room, and he hasn’t even looked your way. half of you is telling yourself you’re doing this for a friend, but the other half of you is selfish, it wants to see what this is all about.

“what are you having?”

the moment you set your purse down on the bar, choosing to stand beside him instead of being a normal person and settling in front of the bartender to get his attention for your drinks, sae finds himself perplexed.

there are many reasons people would want to talk to him for. if you’re from the sponsor’s team, then you’d want to run a collaboration idea by him. if you’re another celebrity, then you’d probably be asking for a picture. if you’re press, well, your occupation is an answer in and of itself.

for the first time, sae’s eyes land on you. on that smile, on your eyes.

dim lights, violets and pinks bouncing off the disco ball, and somehow you do look pretty in spite all that. he’s never seen you before, but then again, he doesn’t pay attention enough to anything in the media for him to be able to know all the celebrities in japan. you have to be one, right? he doesn’t see the press card around your neck.

your dress hugs your body nicely. it’s all black, and a one-shoulder. your thin gold necklace holds a feather charm at the end. the way you tuck your hair carefully behind your ear unveils your matching earrings. you’re pretty, very pretty. but he thinks you’re about to be a pain soon enough. and that probably cancels it out.

“water.”

maybe if he’s boring enough, you’ll leave him alone. maybe if he’s rude enough, he’ll drive you away. that’s the whole point of why he’s here anyway, to escape those pointless conversations with these media… acquaintances, and oliver and the others were being nuisances in the booth anyway. so much so that he needed a breather.

unless you’re offering an escape, he won’t entertain anything.

“do you have a game tomorrow?” you ask, setting your phone down on the tabletop. a measly excuse for a conversation starter but he supposes it wouldn’t hurt to see where you’re going with this.

is that why you think he’s drinking water? he shakes his head, “no.”

what do you want with him?

“don’t tell me you’re a lightweight,” you guess, smirking at him.

sae can’t figure you out; where other people are easy to guess, he can’t make heads or tails about you. why hasn’t he asked you to leave him alone yet? better yet, why hasn’t his own two feet walked away like he intended to before you came and smiled at him?

“just didn’t feel like drinking,” sae tells you. (you actually guessed right, but there’s no way he’s going to admit to that out of the blue.)

you hum in contemplation, your head resting against your balled fist as you look at him, pursing your lips like you’re thinking of something. he finds himself wondering exactly that: what the fuck are you thinking?

right now, you’re a mix between being interesting and annoying and he’s kind of leaning towards the latter.

all of a sudden, you fish a coin out of your purse, grinning.

“you look like you want me to leave you alone,” you tell him, sighing, though you’re probably not so much disappointed or affected as much as being playful, like one of those children that like to test the limits of their parents. you’re perceptive at least, he’ll give you that. “how about a deal? i’ll toss this coin, and if it lands on heads, you’ll do me a favour, no questions asked. if it lands on tails, i’ll do the same. then you can tell me to go away.”

to be fair, sae could just walk away and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

“fine.”

so why? why is he agreeing to your terms?

you flick the coin into the air with your thumb, and sae watches your face as you anticipate the results. you’re staring so intently at such an inconsequential coin that he finds it both comical and troublesome. there’s something both alluring and childish about your presence.

“aha! heads!” you shout excitedly, and sae tries to keep his head down to avoid any unwanted attention. if you cause anyone to come over and pull him aside for some small talk he’s going to kill you. you look so blissfully ignorant of that fact, though. lucky for him, almost everyone around you seems too self-absorbed to care. “looks like you owe me something.”

sae sighs. “i have the feeling i’m gonna regret this,” he mumbles to himself, though you’re blatantly beaming at him, excited at your little win. you shouldn’t be; if it’s too troublesome sae would still shoot you down. he reminds himself that he doesn’t even have to follow through with the bet—who are you to him? “what do you want?”

“i’ll tell you later,” you answer, not missing a beat, ordering a shot of vodka and having it slid over to you. you down it in a second, looking even more invigorated.

does alcohol wake you up even more?

something tells sae that he’ll get nothing out of this conversation, so the gears are already turning in his head on how to slip out of this situation, make a break for the bathroom or something. “this sounds like a hassle, so i’m just gonna leave—”

“is soccer all you care about?”

“huh?”

yeah, you’re definitely leaning more towards annoying.

as he expected, you continue speaking without even listening to him. still, that’s not the kind of topic he thought you had in mind. soccer? you don’t seem like a fanatic.

“i mean, do you do anything else outside of soccer? like play games? or, i don’t know, have some secret hobby like sewing?”

sae deadpans at that last one. what do you want to know? his secrets? he’ll definitely stick with his plan of being boring. you’ll probably give up sooner or later. “no. just soccer.”

you press your lips into a firm line, like you know he’s full of it but you don’t immediately call him out. “no hobbies outside of soccer? okay.”

“yes, i have no life.”

he nearly smirks at the horrified pout that graces your lips. your scepticism nearly makes him laugh, but he holds it in. you’re probably messing with him, but he can do just the same.

“heard that your little brother scored the winning goal at the champion’s league game, how do you feel about that?” you down another shot.

sae snorts at your obvious discontent at his disinterest, though it goes over your head because maybe you’re a little lightweight too.

“yeah, i was there. i mean, i’m proud of him if that’s what you’re looking for,” he tells you—something so generic and so bland that you can probably form the answers in your head yourself.

your line of questioning continues despite sae’s half-assed participation. maybe he’s only entertaining you because he doesn’t feel like entertaining anyone else. and maybe because he probably won’t see you again so he wouldn’t feel the need to be cautiously polite around you (and so his manager won’t nag him about keeping up an image). from what he gathers, you’re probably not a celebrity—call it his gut instinct. you sure look like one, but you don’t act like them.

there’s the incessant vibrating of his phone in his pants pocket that he ignores. meanwhile you’re accepting his lacklustre answers left and right.

“actually i’m curious, itoshi sae, who’s your best friend? some say it’s ryusei shidou and others say it’s oliver aiku. what do you say?”

he leans an elbow against the table, staring you straight in the eye. you’re looking right back at him, a smugness in those irises.

“who are you, by the way?” he asks, because despite him entertaining you for—he checks his watch—nearly half an hour, he still doesn’t even know your name. and clearly, you know all about him. or at least, what the internet can provide.

you inch closer, grinning despite the scowl on his face. “let me change the question,” you propose, because you’re always so adept at switching subjects when it benefits you, pupils scanning your immediate surroundings briefly before you lean in to whisper in his ear. “people like to say you’re hard to get, is that true?”

(because that’s what it seems like—from press coverage to girls, it doesn’t look like it’s easy to garner his interest and thus consequently his effort. if there’s one thing everyone can agree on about itoshi sae is that he screams exclusivity.)

he clenches his jaw when he feels your breath hit his ear, and he hates himself for staying this long because the moment you see his ears go red, you’re smirking.

“is there anything wrong with not wanting to waste time with people who won’t matter in a matter of days?” and that’s probably the only completely honest answer he’s given you for the night—because he doesn’t waste time on people he doesn’t see making it into his future. he can’t say that for work purposes since it’s his team who manages everything, but as far as his personal life goes, that’s all you have to know.

that’s all he’s going to give you.

from the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar face, the light in their eyes going dark when they realise you’d been taking up his time.

“heading off already?” you ask, sensing his restlessness.

“yeah, well, i gave you a lot already, so…” he trails off, just hoping you’ll get the hint and leave him be.

you nod, taking your phone off the table, fishing something else out of your purse but sae’s too preoccupied looking at someone else to notice.

and just like earlier, you inch even closer, finally commanding his attention. sae catches a whiff of your perfume, a hint of sweet mixed with a little spice. you’re so close now that all he sees is you, and for some reason, he’s not moving.

you’re so close he can count the lashes on your eyes, can tell your lipstick’s not really pink but more mauve, can see up close that ever-growing smirk of yours when you catch him off-guard. and he expects you to stop, just like you did earlier, but you’re coming even closer and for some reason he can’t help but close his eyes, long lashes briefly brushing your face before he feels it go away.

when he opens his eyes, you’re not smirking anymore. that playful smirk is gone and replaced by—he can’t really tell—bashfulness? is he hallucinating the heat that built up to your cheeks?

“thanks for wasting some time on me,” you whisper, slipping something into his jacket pocket before walking away, a wave of your fingers all that you give.

and sae’s left wondering if he really was just about to let you kiss him if you didn’t move away.

he watches as you head off in the direction of the booths, a surprise washing over his face when he sees a familiar face taking your hand at the top of the first flight of stairs. that head of white with a hint of green—you know otoya?

sae takes out the piece of paper you slipped in his pocket—a name card. your name is y/n, apparently, and you work for a magazine. he scoffs, realising the intentions behind your earlier attempt to get him to talk. behind, you’d scribbled really quickly: the favour: approve this interview please? :D

you really are… something. by the way you questioned him, and your questions by itself, you must not have done this for very long. it’s a nice attempt though. still, sae has no reason to play along.

he can’t help but wonder, though—that last question: was it for the magazine, or your personal curiosity? his eyes linger on the phone number at the bottom of your card.

“hey, who was that?”

sae turns his attention to the girl he saw earlier, now in front of him, curious eyes following you as otoya walks you to their table. he quickly slips the name card back into his pocket. “dunno, she was just asking where otoya was.”

as the girl drags him away by the hand, he looks back, catching a glimpse of you staring at him before otoya guides you to the table, his hand on the small of your back, and then you fade out of view.

maybe, just for once, he’ll play along. again. because there’s something inexplicable about you, about your existence.

“look who made it back in one piece,” oliver exclaims as sae makes his way back to their table a couple of hours later, taking a seat next to the man himself. “what did bianca want you for this time?”

shidou puts down his glass of champagne to wince at sae, a pitiful glance thrown his way. “she's kinda territorial, bro. blink if you need help.”

snickers are heard around the table, most of them knowing how exasperated sae can get sometimes, even if he never actually says anything.

“you know if you guys are dating, you can just tell us right?” karasu teases, joining in the conversation.

sae rolls his eyes, ignoring them entirely. the topic about him and bianca had gone completely stale for him. honestly, if his manager didn’t convince him that he absolutely had to attend till the end, sae would’ve left halfway. maybe he wouldn’t have attended at all if he had a choice in his own schedule. then again, if he didn’t come tonight, he wouldn’t have met you.

is that a good thing?

speaking of, there’s a lack of your presence here that just mildly disappoints him. mildly.

“where’s your friend?” sae asks otoya, who’s busy typing away at his phone.

his fingers stop, and he cocks a brow at sae’s question, more confused by the fact that sae is bothering to ask such a thing. “she had a thing so she left earlier,” he says, brushing it off. “why? did you need anything? saw her talking to you just now.”

it’s like they both can sense the sudden interest of everyone around the table.

sae shakes his head, leaning back against the chair. “nothing.”

sensing something amiss, oliver leans forward, looking the most interested he’s been all night. “oh? sae of all people asking about a girl? don’t see that often,” he mocks, and sae sighs internally, immediately regretting opening his mouth.

“gotta hand it to you, though,” karasu says, nudging otoya on the elbow. “she’s pretty.”

“isn’t she that girl you said that slapped you so hard back in high school that you cried?” yukimiya joins in, his statement making the guys burst into laughter.

otoya groans, shrinking in his seat. “shut the fuck up. she was being annoying.”

“nah, she was just keeping eita in check after she heard he cheated on his girlfriend,” karasu fills in the gaps for everyone.

sae listens quietly to them divulge bits and pieces of you that they got from otoya back when you were still there with them.

apparently, you’ve known otoya since middle school, and you’ve been friends all the way till university until you drifted apart for some reason (that otoya won’t share). sae thinks it probably has to do with that “we used to fool around” statement of his. at least, unlike any of the girls he fools around with, otoya never entertained lewd questions regarding you.

were you special to him?

“tell us more,” yukimiya taunts, fully enjoying the tinge of red he sees on otoya’s ears.

“she’s just a girl who likes to clear out my fridge all the time. annoying pest i can’t get rid of,” otoya says, though everyone knows that it’s just his sharp tongue at work. he looks like he’s close to malfunctioning, a sight that sae has never seen before, fully earning his intrigue.

thankfully for otoya, oliver shifts the attention (unfortunately) to sae. “no, what i wanna know is, how a girl like y/n managed to catch this guy’s interest,” he says, pointing to sae, a cocky grin on his face. “so spill, are you interested?”

that must mean that you and otoya have nothing going on then? not that he’s curious. and not that he would put it past oliver to suggest that he steal you from someone else.

he’s not even sure why all these thoughts are in his head in the first place. sae puts on his best poker face, raising his brows as if in silent denial. “i’m not.”

oliver’s grin mirrors that of the cheshire cat, and it’s all sae has to see to know that he’s about to suggest something that will earn a ripple in the timeline.

“otoya, phone,” oliver demands, and otoya nonchalantly slides his phone over. a quick few taps of his fingers and he finds your public profile before sliding otoya’s phone over to sae. “there, follow her then, if it’s nothing.”

despite seemingly doing this all for fun, oliver is betting on much more than that. if he gets to see what the whole big deal is, why not? on the one hand, otoya is refusing to say anything about his real feelings about you. on the other, sae is refusing as well to admit that maybe he’s a little bit charmed by you.

sure, asking sae to follow you is like sending a whole army of girls chasing after a baby with a very prized candy but oliver barely knows you, so it’s fair game where he stands. besides, he’s not forcing sae to do it. he just knows he will—sae never bothers showing interest in anything, let alone a woman. he’s not following any girls either apart from other celebrities, and that’s because they cornered him to it. if he does this, you’re the only comparatively normal girl he’ll follow. sae might not be aware of the implications and whatnot, but oliver sure does. it’ll take a while for it to show, but he’ll wait patiently.

the only reason otoya hasn’t been subjected to that same problem for following you is because his popularity doesn’t come close to sae’s. not even oliver’s comes close. neither are their fans as rabid as his.

and when sae scoffs and takes out his phone to do just what oliver expects him to, oliver’s eyes flick over to look at otoya, a certain unsettled look in his friend’s eyes. neither guys are ever straightforward with their feelings—he leans back and relaxes, waiting for a show.

whoever you are, y/n, whatever you have going on, good luck to you.

extras !

sae and bianca go way back, but so do y/n and eita! the latter more so than the former.

this is y/n’s first time ever attending an event like this in her x years of knowing eita.

sae’s group of friends consist of: oliver, otoya, shidou, karasu, yukimiya and sendou. (sendou has a conflicting schedule so he wasn’t there that night.)

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Please, Don't Leave Me

Karasu x reader

cw: Gn!pronouns but afab!reader, reader has female genitalia, implied cunnilingus, and sex, suggestive themes at the end, angst-ish, fluff, kinda forced plot ngl, Karasu's accent might be off, not proofread, Otoya being respectful to a woman 😨, Isagi and Bachira are mentioned once.

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Today felt off. Well, more specifically, the past week has felt off. You don’t know if you’re the only one feeling this way. But it’s like the shift in your relationship has turned.

Every time you try and get attention from your boyfriend, he waves you off. Literally. He waves his hand, acting as if you’re a fly pestering him.

You don’t know what started this behavior. Just two weeks ago you both were fine. Visiting your family and having a nice time. You know it wasn’t anything your family said, they don’t pry into your relationships. But you can’t seem to figure it out for the life of you.

Just last night when you came over to his place, you tried to ask if he wanted to watch a movie with you. It was movie night, every week you both dedicate a night to watching movies, whatever happens, happens. But Karasu simply shrugged and said, “ ’s late and I have early practice tomorrow.”

Karasu never shrugs off movie night.

As to get some clarification for why this is happening, you decide to show up at his practice. And it wasn’t early morning, which made you even more confused.

So much questions and so little answers.

As you make your way to the field, they stopped playing for minute to catch their breaths and drink some water, you pass by a few of his teammates. They all give you confused glances.

You’ve never once showed up to his practices. Only to his games. It’s not because you didn’t want to, he just never asked and you didn’t want to intrude.

You carry a little bag in your hand. He forgot his lunch and, being a good s/o, you decided to bring it with you.

“Hey baby,” the words come out as you rest your head on his back. “You forgot your lunch, here.”

You hand him the bag. It’s already past noon, but you’re guessing he didn’t have anything to eat unless his friends offered some of their food.

He only grunted in response and took the bag from your hand, rather forcefully too. “Thanks.” His response was curt.

He made his way to the benches and set the bag down.

“Why have you been ignoring me,” you’re not sure ignoring was the right word, but it was among the similarities of the traits he’s been showing you this past week. “I’m not ignoring ya.” His voice was laced with malice. You don’t know why, but your body reacted before your brain as it flinched a little.

His words, even the mean ones, never seemed to startle you. But after the agonizing thoughts every night, which caused less and less sleep, you couldn’t think straight. Which resulted in your body moving before you could think to stop it.

If he was concerned or remorseful about his attitude, he didn’t show it. His face was hardened and still, as if it was sculpted.

“It doesn’t feel like that. You’ve been putting me off all week. Not even a good morning text. What’s…” Your voice died off as you saw him turn around and glare at you. He’s acting like you broke one of his million dollar vases, which he does own unironically.

“Is that what ya want? A ‘good morning’ text, a ‘how was your day?’ text? I’m working my ass off all day to provide for me and you and yer complaining that I don’t show enough love? Just be grateful for once in our fucking relationship.”

You wanted to bite back, to tell him that you work too. Sure your job doesn’t pay as well as his does, but he also has the inheritance from his family to back him up. You don’t. You get up every morning and work, you don’t complain either. Sure, what you’re doing now can be classified as complaining, but you rarely ever open your mouth to complain. And you are grateful, you don’t know how many times you’ve been grateful in your relationship with him. It’s not a chore for you, but he’s acting like you’ve never said, ‘thank you,’ to him once.

But you bite your tongue when he opens his mouth again. “I don’t think ya understand, Y/n. I play soccer for me; this is the only chance I get to be away from you. But now you show up and have to ruin everything. Get it through yer thick skull, I don’t want you around unless it’s necessary.”

Your eyes widen at his last sentence. Did he think you were a chore to be around? Did he only want you around when he felt it was convenient? Did he ever think of you as his s/o?

You aren’t one to cry in public places, sometimes you even hold back your tears in your own bedroom. You don’t like the feeling of tears sliding down your cheeks. You hate the feeling of pain and failure. You’ve never even cried in front of your own boyfriend and you have been together for six months now.

But you can’t stop the tear from falling down your cheek and onto the grassy field. You manage to stop the next one, and the one after that. You sniffle and nod your head. You have nothing left to say to him, if he wants space, then you’ll give him space. This is just him setting his boundaries, right?

Right.

“Okay.” You don’t know how, but you manage to hold your head up and keep your tears at bay, along with your voice neutral. “If you really feel that way, then I’ll leave.”

There were many implications behind your words. You could mean the relationship or just the field where you stand in now. You honestly don’t know which one of them you meant. But you let your legs take you away from his one happy place.

He chose his career over you, and you’re fine with that. But you being fine with that doesn’t mean you will settle into this little routine.

You’ll dip your feet into the water, see how much of an impact his words leave in your relationship. If you don’t like the ripples in the water, then you’ll just leave.

He hears scoffs and snorts from his team as he snaps back to reality. “What the fuck dude? All they did was ask you a simple question.” Isagi chimes in. “Yeah man. You did not need to blow up that like.”

Otoya looks over at Isagi and nods his head, “I’m going with Isagi on this one.”

Karasu scoffs. “Shut it, fuckboy. You-” “Don’t tell me what to do moron. You made them fucking cry.”

He made you cry? You’ve never cried before, at least not in front of him. Was he so lost in thought that he didn’t even see your tears? Did his words hurt you that much?

“You gotta fix this before it’s too late~.” Bachira voiced Karasu's thoughts.

...

Your house seems bare and lonely without the smile on your face, or the warm touches from him. Your plants seem to reflect your emotions, droopy and sad.

You make your way to your bedroom, ready to sulk in bed for the rest of the day. Thanks to it being a weekend, you have the day off. Which means you could sulk for as long as you want.

You pull the weighted blanket onto your body and sigh contentedly at the comfort. This is the only comfort you need right now, a stupid rom-com, some junk food, and a good amount of weight.

Your phone goes off before you can delve into the movie too much. You sigh, already knowing who it’s from. You picked it up and just as you guessed, Karasu.

He had a written a whole paragraph about how sorry he is and that he would be glad to make it up to you. You opted to just text him back with:

It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it haha, it’s late so I’ll talk in the morning. Goodnight!

You already know that he’s going to think something’s up. Let him, he deserves the cold shoulder, an insidious voice sang in the back of your mind. As much as you want to brush the voice away, you know that it’s true. He does deserve the cold shoulder. You’ve been nothing but good to him and he treats you like this?

You let your thoughts run wild and finally determine that you'll respect his words for a bit. If he wants you to leave him alone, you'll leave him alone. You won't go to his practices and games or make him his lunches anymore.

A few hours passed by as you dwelled in your bed. You should probably text some of your friends and ask for a night out. But honestly, you just wanted to stay in and eat all the junk you can.

You've watched at least three rom-com movies; some made you laugh and some made you cry. You want to say that you mainly cringed, but what you mainly did was wish Karasu could act like some of the male leads.

Yeah, he remembers your favorite food and gets you as many things as you want. But you wish he would put away his pride and apologize.

Before you knew it, your eyes drifted off while your mind rambled about Karasu.

...

The smell of pancakes and eggs woke you from your slumber. You yawned and stretched your muscles as you made your way out of bed. You weren't too shocked to see Karasu in your kitchen with the 'kiss the cook' apron you gifted him as a joke on his birthday.

When you two had an argument, he would always cook you food, buy you things, and spend the entire day with you. But those things are meaningless after the argument you had the other day.

But you still let him try.

He smiles when he sees your sleepy face. But his smile turned into a pout when he saw your runny mascara and puffy/red eyes. He did that. He made you cry. Karasu walks up to you and brings you into his arms.

"I'm sorry pretty baby," he kissed your forehead. "I don't deserve you."

You snort at that; there's something you both can agree on. He smiles when he hears your snort. Step one: make you laugh: check.

You both sit at the table and eat the delicious food he made. Contrary to popular opinion, Karasu is actually a good cook. The food was gone in minutes.

"I have a game tomorrow," he says as he chews the last bite on his plate. "I can reserve a front-row seat for you, like always."

You give him a kind smile; you want to say no but his puppy eyes are too tempting. "Okay." Your response was curt, you didn't mean anything by it. But Karasu took it as you giving the same attitude he gave you yesterday. He pouted and grabbed your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. "I wanna hear ya cheering f'me, okay?" You nodded your head and he smiled at that, bringing your hand up and kissing it. "That's my pretty baby."

You two spent the whole day talking and shopping. You got the things you needed and wanted, and even more things that Karasu thought would look good on you.

The gifts made you smile, but they held most of the weight behind your fake smile. You didn't want to speak out that you didn't need these meaningless things, you just wanted him to hug you and tell you that he loves you. You know that you just have to speak up about these things, but you don't want to start another argument.

Your tongue was bit through the entire day and night with him.

...

You woke up a bit later than intended, but the sleep was welcomed and needed. You felt like the pain and memories of the past few days have been erased.

You felt like you were forgetting something. You yawned and turned on your phone, then it hit you.

Karasu's soccer game. It's 1:30 in the afternoon, you're sure the game is already halfway through. And it's a thirty-minute drive to the stadium. Which means when you get there, it'll be almost over. So, there's no point in going. So you opted to just grab something to eat and turn on Netflix. Yeah, you feel bad, but honestly, Karasu deserves this. Maybe he'll remember not to catch an attitude with you for no reason.

Karasu on the other hand, is distraught. He doesn't remember how many times he's looked over at the stands.

He thought that you were over the other day. He apologized and made it up to you. He took you shopping and to your favorite restaurant.

His mind was elsewhere and he couldn't get into the flow of the game. His kicks weren't on point and his precision was flawed. The coach called him in and swapped for another player.

"Get your shit together or leave."

Karasu took the latter; he needs to see you.

The drive was long originally, but his thoughts made it longer. Every second he wasn't with you, he felt that it was another second you could up and leave his life.

He finally got there and quickly unlocked your door with the spare key. No boxes, nothing packed, nothing is gone. Air came back into his lungs, and he could finally breathe again.

He rushed to your room, his pout getting deeper as he saw you on your bed watching Netflix.

Your eyes widened as he rushed into your room. You swear this man will give you cardiac arrest one of these days. "What..What are you doing here?" Your eyes followed him as he stalked to your side of the bed where you were lying. "Your game, it hasn't even ended yet." He grabbed your hands before he answered, bringing them up to his cheeks.

"Baby, I'm sorry for being a dickhead, but doncha think it's rude to not come when I asked ya to?" He almost whined out. You pouted as you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, "I'm sorry," you cooed out. "My handsome boy, I didn't mean to."

He shook his head, "No, don't apologize baby. I shouldn't have yelled at ya. Forgive me, yeah? Just please, don't leave me." He pouted, "I don't think I can go any longer without yer kisses and hugs." He doesn't remember when he got so romantic and cheesy. He used to laugh at people who were obsessed with their s/o and used to call them mediocre. But now here he is, so fucking obsessed with you. He feels like he can't breathe when you don't give him your love. He lives off it.

"I love ya so much, my pretty baby." He brought one of your hands to his lips, peppering kisses all of it as he looked into your eyes. "Ya don't gotta say it back, jus want ya to know."

And you did know, especially through his actions. The way he kisses you, the way he dotes on you, and the way he ate you out for hours. No amount of whines and pleads for him to stop, no amount of " 's too much," were enough to stop him. His tongue and his groans against you made you feel both pain and pleasure. Karasu loves you so much and proved that while he fucked you all night.

a/n: His accent, his smile, him <3333 Karasu is just ahbsdjsdhsdje. I'm acting up for this man

#bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #karasu tabito #karasu tabito x reader #karasu angst #karasu smut #bllk smut #bllk fluff #blue lock #bllk karasu #blue lock fluff #blue lock x you

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short-black-diamond · 9 months

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"Yo, she's a pro."

part two, parth three, part four, part five

This is another request a close friend of mine had. She wanted me to write something along the lines of a Reo x fem! reader, but we came to another conclusion:

Just--various bllk characters playing against you, their precious guest player, and then losing pathetically, rethinking their life choices for the time being.

your name: Yena Hideyo, and you have a blue snake called Melody <3

Warnings: Cursing, Rin begs on his knees, Nagi calls you beautiful, Kaiser gets shot, Ness gets kicked between his legs by you, some grammar errors probably, spoilers, some german sentences

Also I didn't proofread.

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Ego announced to the bluelock players that you, Yena Hideyo, would be attending as a guest player and play against his strikers. You are famous for being the world's first female protégé in Japanese soccer, and since you were the best player in your team, you got asked to visit Blue Lock. And now, you were here, a bored expression on your face.

"She doesn't look like she's enjoying her stay here...", Bachira mumbled as he and Isagi looked at you. "I don't think I've actually ever seen her before...", the dark haired boy answered.

Barou only hmpf-ed and sneered at you. "You midget should be a protégé? I'd like to see you score at least one goal."

You frowned. Shidou waltzed towards you, a wide grin etched on his face. "I've seen you play. Would you like to play with, or against me?"

You looked at him with a blank but bored face, then you looked at the screen, where Ego showed who would be on which team. As Ego explained your stay, Isagi and Bachira looked at Shidou with question marks.

Oliver spoke as well. "Hah? Of course she'll play in my team."

Shidou had tick marks forming on his temple as he asked Oliver to repeat himself.

Ego ennounced that you were teamed up with Isagi, Kurona, Hiori, Barou, Gagamaru, Nanase, and Reo.

The other team had Chigiri, Shidou, Oliver, Aryu, Tokimitsu, Otoya, Karasu and Nagi.

Ego then cleared his throat. "All the other players, please sit down on the benches...Yena, plase let the others have a ball as well." "Don't wanna. That Barou guy's mouth's too big."

"Hah?!", the tall guy asked angrily and you glared at him.

With a shrill whistle, the game started. Well, you started it, actually. Before anybody could react ot the ball, you already dashed ahead, dribbling past Shidou, Otoya, and Nagi. Shidou grinned. "Not bad, little girl-", Otoya froze in place, and while Nagi tried for a nutmeg, you jumped and took the ball with you, even speeding up more. Then, Chigiri came.

"Hey girl, you think you-", but he couldn't keep up as you sped up again. He tried to go faster as well, but he couldn't. Then, there were Tokimitsu, Aryu and Oliver, the defenders, who tried to press, as in standing in your way. But, you just shot the ball and with an unpredictable gyro-shot, and the ball landed in the goal.

Isagi stood there in place. This game...took barely two minutes!? He stared at your approaching form. Ego frowned at you. "Didn't I tell you-"

"Listen, Ego Jinpachi. I'm not here to listen to you. I'm not a blue locker. Tell your little strikers or egoists or however you call them to try and put their heads in the game."

And before Ego could say something in return, the whistle blew again. This time, the opposing team changed their formation, and Barou approached you as well, screaming, "Like hell I'm gonna lose to a little girl!"

But also this time, you just slid past them all, completely using up all their strengths against them. As you were up against Tokimitsu who pressed against you, you grunted.

"S-sorry, b-b-ut I can't let you-"

"Outta - my- WAY!", you yelled as you pushed yourself against him harshly, making him stumble to the side.

Then, Aryu came. "You are totally glam, but-" "Gosh, would you guys stop talking already?!", you exclaimed, rounding him. Then, your last opponent was Oliver, who smirked at you.

"Never thought I'd end up with playing against a hot piece like you-", but he couldn't keep going as you just nutmegged him, and scored a goal as well. The goalkeeper couldn't see your physique behind Oliver, which is why you just had to shoot between his legs.

"The easiest goal I just made.", you stated. Oliver stared at his feet, then to the goal.

Ego seemed to loose his temper, as he glared at his players. "How can none of you guys take the ball from Hideyo!? C'mon you lumps, score a goal!"

With the whistle of the last game, everyone just ran towards you, and you were surprised by their lack of discipline. You swayed your leg before shredding the ball to the goal from where you stood. Since the defenders also were in the middle field, the ball flew wonderfully with no stopping. Also this time, you scored.

"This is so lame.", you said, walking out of the prototype-like stadion. After you stepped out, Barou roared. "WHY THE HELL IS THAT CHICK BETTER THAN ME?!"

Isagi tried to look at it from a more logical perspective, Niko and Hiori thinking about how effortlessly you moved and ran. Chigiri felt his ego deflating when he thought back on how you didn't even break a sweat as you just kept speeding up.

Karasu, Otoya and Oliver discussed on how hot you were looking, Tokimitsu held his shoulder you rammed yourself into while wincing in pain, while Aryu hypothesised how beautiful your pony looked, and overall how perfect your face was formed.

Bachira kept dribbling with the ball, but tried to do it how you did. Gagamaru sat by the goal, thinking back on how you effortlessly shot the last ball without even taking a halfstep, just swinging back your leg and shredding it to the goal.

Shidou laughed. "Damn, she's good!"

And just then, Ego's angry face turned up on the screen. "Why must you guys fail me? Weren't you down enough after playing against the top five?"

"Ego, how come Rin's not here?"

"Because he is playing against her right now. And now back to what-"

"Can we see?!", Isagi, Karasu, and some other guys yelled, wanting to know if Rin even managed to get the ball.

"No. That is your punishment on not even being able to take the ball from her."

"jeez, but she's a pro, what shoulda we've done?", Nanase asked as he fixed his heaband. Hiori stood next to him, still deep in thought.

"You could've at least tried to run like Chigiri did."

"Hey, what should we do when he's the fastest?!", Barou yelled, kicking the grass.

Ego didn't answer him. Instead, he showed them pictures of you. "Yena is not only a football protégé, she's also a model, sings some songs occasionally, has already published a few books, and her family is in a close alliance with Reo's parents.", and everyone looked at Reo, who still stared at the door you went out of.

He thought back to high school, where you introduced yourself with a bored expression- no, a resting bitch face, and he thought that you were just another mean girl. But boy was he wrong. You were actually the coolest girl he's ever met.

Too bad you had to leave again on your parents' wish. He should've asked you out when he had the chance.

Nagi had a rather sad look as he glanced at Reo who still stared at the door you retreated from. To Nagi, you also became something like a friend, and it hurt a little when you had to leave again.

But now, as you were here again, maybe they could hang out with you again!

...

"Stop fucking looking at me like that.", Rin panted, as he took another huge gulp from his third water bottle.

You sighed as you took out your first. "Why are you making me run around when you can't even take the ball from me?"

"That's none of your fucking business."

"Guess I'll leave then, bitch.", you retorted as you were about to take your bag. Rin quickly stood before you, something like desperation evident in his eyes. "What, you think that just because you're standing before me you can make me stay?"

"It's worth a try."

"It's also worth kicking your balls.", cue him taking a step back as he looked at you bewildered. But you just deadpanned at him.

"You think that because my stats are almost better than your older brother's that I'm going to be your personal training buddy?", you asked, finally drinking from your bottle.

Rin flinched. 'How did you-'

"C'mon, you think I'm that stupid? And no, I'm not going to be your personal training buddy."

"...would you train with me if I asked you nicely?"

"Demonstrate."

"Please train with me."

"Sounds like a demand. No."

"Then how do you want me to fucking say it...?!"

"First off, watch your fucking language around me. Second, beg on your knees of you want me to train with you, loser.", you said, watching as he glared at you.

But, your breath hitched when he actually slowly got down on his knees. "Please...p-please train with me, Yena...!", he growled.

You patted his head. "See? Wasn't that hard. Next time you want me to train with you, I want to hear a little more desperation, alright? But for today, it's enough."

He quickly stood up and went towards the ball he abandoned earlier. "Let's train."

You and Rin had been friends before Sae left, and well, you three just...grew apart. Your father took you to Europe for a better job, ultimately destroying your friendship with Reo, Nagi, Rin and Sae.

But hey, at least you were here as a protégé. And, as much as you hate the way Rin became now, you felt pity and you were also happy to play football with him again.

If only you could make him smile at least one last time before leaving again...

...

"Whoah, you have a snake?! And it's blue!", Bachira asked excitedly as he watched a blue snake sling itself around you. You smiled softly at the boy.

"Her name's Melody. Isn't she cute? If you want to, you can pet her.", cue him reaching a hand out and stroking the snake. "Say, Yena, how come you're so good at football? Did you train all your life? Didn't you come from Europe? What's it like there? Were you in Spain?"

You chuckled softly. "Jeez, don't ask so many questions, boy. No, I was not in spain. I was in Austria the whole time. My dad had work there, which is why we had to go from Japan to Austria. It actually...feels nice being here again.", and you looked at Melody fondly.

Bachira hummed in agreement. "But would you like to go to Spain sometime?"

"Is it because of Lavinho?" "How did you know?!"

You gave him a look to which the boy with bangs giggled shyly. "Is it that obvious?"

"Well, I'd also ask about somebody who has similar abilities as me on the field. But please keep in mind that I never met him. And Ego wants you guys to seriously choose the clubs? You'd take spain, right?"

"Yup! Hey, maybe you could join us!", The boy exclaimed excitedly as Melody engulfed him in a warm hug.

You leaned back in your seat. "Can't. Ego said I should just go to Noel Noa's bastard München. I actually wanted to go to Lavinho, or Snuffy, but oh well."

"Hm, bummer. I actually wanted you to teach me how to dribble how you did!"

You cooed internally in your head upon Bachira's excited face and his sweet request. "Maybe when we play against each other?"

"Ooohhh, yes, that would be nice!!"

"Hey, Bachira? Are you here- Whoah!", Isagi yelled as he stumbled upon you and Bachira sitting in a room with Melody on Bachira. "Y-you have a snake on you, Bachira."

"I know. You wanna pet- Ah, can Isagi pet her?", and Bachira turned to you with his sweet big and round eyes. You nodded.

"Ah, no thanks..Say, how old are you actually, Yena?", Isagi asked and sat down next to you and Meguru.

"I'm eightteen."

"But you're so short!"

"And you suck at football!"

There was a short silence of you and Isagi looking at each other. "Don't look at your elders like that. You started it, by the way.", you grumbled, and Isagi apologized, his good manners getting the best out of him.

"Wait, how do you know that I'm younger than you?"

"I got a file from Ego about every single player in this facility. Thanks to my great memory, I know your basic information. Also, which club will you choose, Isagi? Also Bastard München?"

"Yeah, I wanted to play with and against Noel Noa ever since I can remember."

"Neat. Then I guess we'll be teammates again. But maybe I'll let you have the ball a few times.", and Isagi nodded. Bachira pouted.

"Does that mean I won't get to cuddle Melody anymore?"

"I could ask Ego for permission us to meet, but with the way I heard him yelling at you guys through the hallways when training with Rin... ...uh, I don't know if that'll be possible."

The three of you looked deep in thought. You thought about what could make Rin laugh, Bachira thought about Melody's cool blue skin, and Isagi thought about how Rin and you might've been playing. "Say, Yena, how was it with Rin?"

"He's an idiot. En eccentric and stubborn boy at heart.", you declared, which made Isagi and Bachira chuckle. And just then, Reo and Nagi stepped in.

Reo felt like crying. "Yena...!", he whimpered before he threw himself at you, to which you yelled in fear, and he crashed into you. "How could you leave us?! Me and Nagi didn't have another training partner in so loooonnnggg!"

"Get off me, you crybaby!", you grunted as you tried to push him from you, but the purple haired rich guy didn't budge. If anything, he pulled you closer. Nagi did a T-pose and let gravity take him to you two to the ground.

"Fuck off, Nagi!", you yelled. After a few more seconds of you struggling against their grip, you gave up. "You guys being heavier and stronger than me is not fair. Now get up so I can breathe!"

And solemnly, Reo and Nagi latched off of you. "Which team will you guys be in?", you asked after Reo calmed down. Nagi answered this time. "We are going to Italy."

You nodded. "I can kind of see that. And in all honesty...*sigh*...I...missed you guys too."

This time, it was Nagi who lunged himself at you, and Reo began crying again. Bachira and Isagi laughed at you who got suffocated by Nagi.

"So this is your snake, Melody, right?", Reo asked as he reached out his hand. Melody slithered from Bachira to Isagi, who finally petted her.

Nagi sat up and looked at the snake. "She kind of impersonates you, Yena."

You raised an eyebrow. "Sneaky, dangerous and fast?"

"No, beautiful."

Reo glared at Nagi. Nagi looked at the snake with rosy cheeks, Bachira made an 'ooooohhhh~' sound, and Isagi looked at Nagi surprised.

"...Ew.", was all you said, making Nagi frown at you. "It...was a compliment?"

"And I didn't like it."

...

"Verpiss dich, du Arschkriecher!", you yelled angrily as Ness tried taking the ball from you. You and Isagi teamed up to score a goal, and it was going rather smoothly if not for the fact that you always had to wait or run back because he was too slow.

"Lass mich doch einfach den Ball nehmen-"

"Damit du ihn an Kaiser spielen kannst?! Schieß mal ein eigenes Tor!"

Now, Ness was hot on your heel, but you wanted Isagi to score the second goal. And just then, Kunigami came into your vision, seemingly wanting the ball as well. then you developed a plan. You kept dribbling until Kunigami came, and as Ness lunged forward, you swerved to the side with the ball in the last moment, making Ness and Kunigami crash into each other.

"Now!", you yelled as you shot the ball. Unfortunately, Kaiser was thinking that you'd shoot the ball towards Isagi's feet, but you actually wanted Isagi to score a head-goal. Welp, and Kaiser also jumped a little higher than Isagi, that's why...the ball clashed against his face. Kaiser has fallen unconscious. Ness panicked while you laughed your ass off by looking at Kaiser who was laying with his face down and ass in the air.

Isagi chuckled. "Next time, score a damn goal, Isagi."

"Y-yeah. But...what did you say to Ness? I don't like how they took out earpieces before we could play against the other team."

You huffed with an amused grin. "I called Ness an asscrawler, and told him to score a goal himself for once."

And only after the failed goal did drones come with earpieces. As Isagi put his on, with you studying what stood in the box which contained the ear pods, Noel Noa came, looking at you angrily. "Why are you laughing, Yena? That's not funny. You might've seriously hurt him."

"Kaiser shouldn't think that the balls we shoot would always be promised to him. Also, I'd like to see Ness playing without Kaiser. I want to see Ness scoring a goal for a change."

Noa sighed and let you "converse" with Ness, who was yelling at you angrily. "What the hell is your problem?! Why did you shoot him in the-", but he didn't continue as he was busy holding his groin where you kicked him. Isagi was subtly holding a hand in front of his dick.

"Listen here, lapdog. If you yell at me again, I'll cut off your kneecaps and rip out your throat. Aren't you tired of being Kaiser's shadow?...Let's make a deal. If you don't make a goal yourself in this next round yourself or with us passing the ball to you, I'll keep injuring your boyfriend."

Ness 'tch'ed, still in pain from how hard you kicked him. "He's not my boyfriend. And you could loose your career!"

"How? I shot the ball to Isagi, but Kaiser stood in the way. It was an accident. But if you don't score a goal in the next ten minutes, I'll make intentional accidents. Got it?"

Ness looked at you with fear in his eyes. "Y-yes."

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Heyy, thanks for reading this! Please like, comment, and reblog if you want to!

Read you in the next post!

Also requests are still open for those who are wondering...

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lotus-n-l0ve · 9 months

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Hii just a random ask but who do you think are the mean Doms, the hard Doms, soft doms, brat tamers, and any other doms that I can't think of atm in Blue Lock?

I'm new to blue lock so pardon me for any mistakes I do. So sorry I couldn't do every character Anon.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲?

— Blue Lock x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : What kind of Doms are they + little headcanons.

WARNINGS : Cursing, mention of bondage, wipping, sex, sex positions, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys, I had to do something digging because honestly I have no idea about how many types of Doms are there and also which blue lock character falls in those catagories.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 + 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ➝ Barou, Kaiser, Shindo, Ego, Rin, Sae, Raichi, Kunigami, Koun, Nagi, Otoya

He is mean, so so mean that makes you want to cry almost every time. He doesn't care you are crying, yelling or throwing tantrums.

He loves you, he really does. But he also likes to keep you in check. He has rules that he expects you to obay and if you don't then get ready for punishment.

He has a lot of kinks. One of them being bondage and wipping. He secretly wishes that you do some mistake just so he could tie you up in bondages and bend over so that your ass is sticking out in the air.

He would wipe you without any mercy and make you count with each hit. If you fail to do so, then he would start from zero again.

You fail miserably each time. Just when you are about to finish the hit would get harder and harder. By the, your cheeks are covered in tears and your eyes are blood red and your nails are digging into the surface.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ➝ Isagi, Bachira, Alexis, Tokimitsu, Rin, Gin, Kunigami, Zantetsu, Kurona

He is so sweet and gentle with you. Always looking out for you, if you have any special needs then he would pay special attention to them.

One of their favourite position is missionary. He likes to watch your face. He also prefers slow sex. When he is deep inside you, stroking your inside with his cock, he watches as pleasure takes over your face.

You eyes squeeze shut and head lean back. You lucious lips form into a 'O' and your back arched. He would run his hand in your sweaty hair and murmure sweet praises in your ears.

"That's like a good, girl." "You are taking me so well." "Just one more baby, just one more."

However, he sure does love to overstimulate you. He loves his pretty girl but when in action he sees your face morphine in pleasure he can't stop his body. He overstimulates you to the point that your thighs quiver.

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ➝ Isagi, Alexis, Reo, Rin, Aryu, Chigiri, Gin, Kunigami, Otoya, Yukimiya

He is kind of a mixture of mean, hard and soft dom. He also has rules that he expects you to follow and punishes you if you don't follow them correctly. However he is a lot more patiant than hard doms.

He would always give you a chance to redeem yourself. But if you still don't hard punishment is waiting for you. He would call you calmly to come to the bedroom with a tone you know not to defy.

Then he would being a tortuous night of your cries and orgasm deniels. He would not let you come even once. By the end you body would be aching and begging for him to relieve you from the pain. Your trembling lips would utter pleas.

Other than that he is pretty cool. Never shys away from trying new things and life with him pretty adventures.

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 ➝ Kaiser, Shindo, Reo, Aryu, Kunigami, Yukimiya, Aiku, Sendo, Otoya

He falls between daddy doms and mean doms but he is more on the meaner side.

He isn't putting up with any of your bullshit. Evryone mentioned upon has their own way of taming you.

Some tame you with light punishment like spanking or silent treatment. While some tame you by edging you to your high and then completely pulling back, leaving you unsatisfied.

On the other side some just decide to fuck the bratty attitude out of you.

Some even choose to humiliate you whether in public or private.

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ➝ Barou, Kaiser, Shindo, Ego, Sae, Raichi, Koun, Aiku, Otoya

He thrives off of the raw passion. Condom? Out of the window. He doesn't want anything separating you from him. So you better have some other way to prevent pregnancy or you will have teams of football running around your house.

He wants to feel your clammy walls wrap around his cock like a glove. You will feel every vain of his dick stroking your inside with each thrust.

Bites and scratches are common. His teeth will dung onto your soft skin and draw blood, making you cry in pain. Some are sadistic so they like it even more.

He almost purrs when your nails leave trail of blood on his back. That means he is doing the right thing. Giving you all the raw pleasure.

He fucks you till you pass out. The next day when you get up from the bed with great struggle and walk into the bathroom. You stand in front of the mirror and adore the marks he had left on your body.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock x female reader #blue lock smut #yukimiya smut #reo smut #sae smut #yukimiya x you #reo x reader #itoshi sae x y/n

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antennaed-shidou · 4 months

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A Cheat

❆ Eita Otoya x f! reader

❆ Warning: not prof-read,

❆ Misc: Word Count: 900+ 12 days of Christmas special with the Blue Lock Boys. 6/12 days with he needs more screen time Eita Otoya. Hope you enjoy it.

❆ In which you caught your boyfriend cheating.

“What do you mean he's cheating?” Crystal asked {Y/n} as she took another sip of her coffee.

“I have this gut feeling. I don’t know what it is. But something feels wrong with him,” She responds with a heavy sigh at the end.

“Yeah whatever you say, girl. Just know he does love you even if he doesn’t say it much. Otoya would never cheat on you.” She shook her head putting down the cup of coffee.

{Y/n} rolled her eyes, “Really, Crystal? Why are you on his side anyway?”

“Because I know he loves you,” She replies plain and simple

“Sure, but he's probably said that to every woman he's dated. I'm most likely just another one.” {Y/n} couldn’t believe any word her friend was saying. She knew about all of Otoya ex’s and how he treated them. All the cheating and half-assed relationships he’s been in. Along with the woman way more beautiful than her.

{Y/n} was just another one to add to the pile of average exes and past relationships he would forget in the long run. “I’m going home, Crystal.” The [h/c[-haired female got up throwing away her trash “It was nice to see you again. Bye.” She waved at her friend before she left the cafe.

Crystal sat there letting out a long breathy sigh. She knew what {Y/n} was trying to do. But she couldn’t stop her so what was the point in trying? Might as well enjoy the coffee and desserts.

{Y/n} got a ride home. When she arrived she found that the door was locked even though Otoya was home. Lucky for her she had the extra pair of keys to get in.

She carefully and quietly walked into the house trying to find anything suspicious. In the end, though she had found nothing. The female still had speculations about her boyfriend cheating, she knew he could be good at hiding it.

Otoya was sitting in the living room watching some TV. although most of his attention was on his phone. He was scrolling through Instagram looking at who knows what. His girlfriend didn’t care all too much what he did and what was looking at. The only rule he has is not to cheat on her and if he didn’t love her then he should just break up. But he did love her so why would he want to cheat and break up with her?

“I would never cheat in you, {Y/n}. I love you. I love you like no other,” Otoya pleaded, but he wasn’t lying. Everything he was saying and was going to say is true and from the heart.

“Sure you are. You’ve probably said that to every other woman you’ve ever dated. I’m no special.” {Y/n} huffed and shouted. But all this was coming out of her mouth because she was afraid.

“You are special that’s what you don’t understand. I truly love you {Y/n}. I only promised to marry you no one else.”

“Oh, please. Don’t sugar me with lies. It’s sickening.”

“I’m not lying. I don’t have to guts to tell a lie to you. I’ve only said that to you. I’ve only said I’ll marry you.” He begged and begged for her to listen.

She crossed her arms, “So what about it? Why are you bringing such things up?”

“I’ve only promised to ever marry you. No one else would satisfy my needs.” He reached into his back pocket. “Even ask Crystal. She’s been helping me with everything.” Otoya slowly got down on one knee, “Even picking out the ring.” He opened the small box showing a nice size gold ring, “So will you marry me?” Finally, he popped the question he’s been waiting to ask for so long.

{Y/n} was rather shocked, to say the least. “Really but all this makes no sense.” Otoya was confused by her question. “You’ve been avoiding me. Hanging around more women don’t think I didn’t notice. And even Crystal thought you both didn’t like each other.”

Otoya was still on one knee as he was explaining everything to calm her suspicions. “I wanted Crystal’s advice on the ring and what you would like. The reason I’ve been avoiding you is so I don’t spill the secret.”

“Ok,” {Y/n} spoke, “But that doesn't explain the extra women in your story.”

“They were for extra help on planning, it was their job and I paid them. I promise. I did all that and spent all that money because I do love only you {Y/n}.” Otoya said every word was true not one single fault.

“Then get up off your knees and kiss me, Otoya,” {Y/n} says pulling him up by his collar lifting him from the ground, and interlocking a kiss with her new and only fiance.

Otoya was quite surprised when she did that. I mean she was bold, but that was bold. He broke the kiss putting the ring on her finger. The two touched their forehead as she looked at the gold engagement ring. “By the way, this is one of your Christmas presents.”

“Then what’s the rest, big boy.” She spoke softly putting arms around his neck pulling for another kiss.

“Why not go to the bedroom and I can show you a few more.” Oyota gave her another kiss then carried his fiancee into the bedroom dropping her off on the bed. Showing her a few more gifts for the night.

a/n: whoa love sure makes you do crazy things. Crazy enough to make you marry someone. Follow my other account, Wattpad: Antennaed_Shidou

#fanfic #blue lock #bllk #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #mk. oneshots #mk. blue lock #otoya eita #otoya x reader #bllk otoya #bllk x reader #bllk scenarios #bllk x you #christmas special

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amourlyns · 1 year

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⠀ 「 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ A continuation of Guilty. for @eishtar :D PT. 1 ➜ masterlist

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Otoya Eita + fem!reader

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀ MARLYNE HASNT READ BLLK 🙎🏾‍♀️ so I might mischaracterize tf outta him, don’t be mean y’all!

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀None

⠀ ★ ⠀ | TIME GOES BY FASTER THAN YOU’D like. So you’d do everything in your power to extend the remaining time you had left with Otoya, and this meant keeping his occupied.

You busied yourself with his hair. Running your digits through each strand of hair. His breathing slows and his chest moves up and down in a rhythmic motion. Otoya’s lids only get heavy with each passing moment, he could almost fall asleep like this. ❛ Mm… are you tryna make sleep over? ❜

You only shrugged, curling your index finger around the strand of green highlighted in his hair, giving it a slight tug. A grunt of annoyance escapes his lips, olive hues appear at last, hazy with sleep. ❛ Maybe. It’s working isn’t it? ❜ Instead of replying, he closes his eyes once more cuddling into your chest.

Sleep washes of the two of you and you finally submit.

THE MORNING RAYS KISS YOUR SLEEPING FRAME. The smell of steamed rice and miso soup wafts into your room, you never knew Otoya was the cooking type. Not only that, but breakfast in bed? Maybe he was a keeper.

He even carried you from to the bed some time last night, looking out for you as well. You could kiss the man right now!

The sound of feet against cool tile echoes out through your apartment, the sound distracts you from any previous thoughts.

it’s not long before you lock eyes with Otoya. He’s dressed up in an apron, he was a sight for sore eyes alright.

It’s not long before he comes to your side, placing the meal down whilst placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You could definitely get used to this, would it be a crime to call this heaven right now?

❛ Well hey their sleeping beauty, love how you just woke up because of the smell of food.❜ You’d cuss him out if you could, but you’re more focused on stuffing your face with food.

#「 ★ 」 [𝐌] 𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗬𝗡𝗘 ➜ writes ™#spirithub #dedicated to: amber #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk otoya x female reader #otoya eita #bllk x female reader #bllk series #eita otoya #otoya x female reader #otoya x reader #otoya x fem!reader #blue lock otoya #bllk otoya #blue lock

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theholypeanut · 4 months

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Peanut’s Mini New Year’s Event!

Wheel of Fortune Event 🥠

Did you know that in Spain you eat 12 grapes before the clock strikes midnight? Every grape represents the next twelve months of the coming year - if you manage to do it in time, you'll be lucky for a whole year!

So how about for 2024 we will have some fun? Some fate coming in our way, some extra luck? After all 24 divided by 2 is 12 too…

Wheel Of Fortune 🥠

12 months, 12 zodiac signs, 12 Chinese zodiac signs, 12 grapes for good luck to eat on New Year's Eve! So let’s make it 12 - let’s start New Years with 12 small fics, that are entirely created by… fate.

I’ll make 4 fics from Blue Lock, 4 from Haikyuu and 4 from Kuroko no Basket, and characters and tropes will be entirely chosen by a Wheel Of Fortune I made. All wheels will have 12 tropes to choose from, 12 characters out of the series, and whatever happens, happens. And I have to write it. Simple as that.

For extra randomness I sent the Fortune Wheels to my friends and moots, so the fate of fics is not even on me: it’s on them.

I’ll be releasing them every two days to keep the consistency going! I hope you’d have fun reading them as much as I had writing them ✨

And the fate decided that in this event I will write…

Kise x Love at First Sight

Momoi x Enemies to Lovers (wlw edition)

Tendou x Love at First Sight

Otoya x Forced Proximity

Kiyoshi x Second Chances

Isagi x Friends to Lovers

Tendou x Second Chances

Hoshiumi x Forced Proximity

Hiori x Grumpy and Sunshine

Iwaizumi x Forbidden Love

Takao x Second Chances

Otoya x Fake Dating

All fics will be with gender neutral reader except Momoi’s special wlw edition with female reader.

Xoxo,

Peanut

#Peanut’s Wheel Of Fortune Event #Twelve Grapes Event #Peanut Mini Milestone #Twelve Grapes of Fortune Event #dividers by cafekitsune #🥠#🍇

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aeuino · 2 years

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otostnai · 3 years

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Never going to be his.

Notes: fem! reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, series

otoya eita x reader

is my favoritism for otoya shining? no ofc not anyway

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Summary

Otoya Eita the playboy of the school, the one who made the students turn their heads and gawk at him. Athletic, tall, attractive, and he had money. I mean what else would a girl want in a man? For an odd reason you couldn't see the hype on him. For goodness sake he dumped girls within a week without a care. You couldn't even imagine being friends with him, let alone dating someone like that. His way of handling relationships was horrible, dating girls but breaking up with them no less a week later? No excuse could let him be in the right. So how did you get here? Being pinned against the fine arts wall, and Otoya Eita merely centimeters away from your face. You couldn't lie, he was attractive, but no amount of attractiveness could excuse him from his toxic behaviour. “Let's go to prom together.”

The new school year had started. Y/n strolled down the crowded halls looking for her classroom. You could hear quiet chatter, not much as most students did not have their cliques yet. Y/n kept a steady pace and could hear loud laughter as she neared her classroom. The voices of the laughter were clear who they belonged to. All the students would be quiet and shy just trying to get through the day, oh but not them. What had you done to deserve this? The voices had belonged to no other than Yukimiya Kenyu, Karasu Tabito, and Otoya Eita. You wondered how they managed to stay on the team's football team with their grades and misbehaviour.

Yukimiya Kenyu, tall, handsome, wealthy, so polite as well, not only that he was a model. The way his voice was light and calm. The polite face was only a facade though. The way the girls loved the kind boy act, they ate it right up. Such a shame not a single one of them lasted with him longer than a week. Yukimiya just sucked up to the adults to keep his place on the football team.

Karasu Tabito, a total hazard to anyone near him. His oddly attractive smirk and the way he laughed at any joke, making all the girls feel so special, well before he broke their hearts. Always messing with others and you had no idea why. He seemed to be quite stupid though, how did he stay on the team? You couldn't lie Karasu was a valuable member of the team but his grades were low.

The last one, the worst of them all, Otoya Eita. Sure he was hot, mysterious, witty, rich, and good at music, but he was rude. The way he took his relationships as games before giving up on them. He dated girls just to have that “fluttering feeling” As if. What did that even mean? He was incredibly idiotic at school as well, and didnt put any effort into his work. All you could hope was that you wouldn’t ever have to do group work with him.

As you opened the door to your class you saw the three of them. Here all three of them were in your homeroom, teasing a poor girl before class even started. Sitting in the back surrounding this poor girl. Her face was as red as an apple. She appeared to be stuttering and tripping over her words. How could they just laugh? She was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Y/n had no other choice but to help her.

“What the hell are you guys doing? Can't you see she's uncomfortable with the three of you guys?” You had called out as you neared the girl they were teasing. Light stomps following you. The class chatter was already quiet but now it had gone to complete silence. All they could hear were your light tapping noises coming from your foot as you waited for a response from the three of them. “Oh my bad, I am so very sorry.” Karasu had squeaked out in a high voice, intimidating a female’s stereotypical voice. He laughed right after he said that and Otoya joined in while Yukimiya had chuckled.

“Who are you? Are you the girl's savior? Didn't think so.” Otoya commented as he took a step closer to you. You were average height but this man had towered over you. Not like it terrified you. Y/n stood her ground and spoke “Y/n L/n. I'm not anyone's saviour but my own, but looking at the girl seeing you three clearly make her uncomfortable. I had no choice, did I? If you could kindly fuck off and leave her alone, thanks.” You could hear laughter from Karasu and Yukimiya from behind Otoya Eita, “My bad princess, if you want me to leave her alone I need a quick favor then.” Otoya had declared.

He grinned, a fake one at that. He shoved his hands in his blazer pockets and leaned against an empty desk from across you. He crossed his legs and looked directly into your eyes. The girl they once were teasing had disappeared to who knows where. What a kind thanks for rescuing her. “Well? Do you accept the favor?” Otoya smiled. Y/n knew she was in a bad position. It was obvious she should have minded her own business, and ignored the scene. Who was going to help her now? You had a clear disadvantage anyone could see, so how did you end up here? “Fine, what is the favor?” You responded. It couldn't have been too hard right? Oh how wrong you were.

You were now in the teachers lounge during break crawling on the floor looking for a black phone with a plant keychain on it. If anyone had caught you the trouble you would be in. His favor was to “retrieve” his phone from the teacher's lounge. Was it really worth it just for them to leave this girl alone? It’s too late for that now. You were already in the phone box digging around looking for Otoya’s phone.

You were silently panicking as you dug around because you knew the bell would ring soon. You didn't want to be tardy on the very first day of school now. As you shuffled around you had caught a glimpse of the green plant, finally you could get out of here. The teachers lounge door creaked open. What now? Y/n was scared to say the least. Not only would she be in major trouble but she would disappoint her parents once more. Would she rather get caught and be in major trouble on the first day of school or hide? Well there was really only one option now wasn't there?

You had quickly ducked and crawled under a teacher's desk and tucked your legs in. Y/n was breathing heavily as she covered her mouth with her hand. Quiet steps could be heard walking around the room. The steps had stopped. Thank goodness they left. You closed your eyes in relief and took your hand off your mouth and let it touch the cold ground. How thankful you were they were gone.

“Boo.” You opened your eyes quickly and flinched back, you saw a certain boy with a dark green stripe. “FUCK! Don't scare me like that. Why are you here? I have your stupid phone.” You had whispered to him while waving the black phone around. “Karasu and Yukimiya had bought some time for you since the teacher started to take roll calls. Come on get off the nasty floor already. I think I saw a rat scurry around here.” He replied while snatching his phone back and flipping it open and quickly typing something.

“Gee thanks for the thank you i guess. Come on let's go already-” You manage to say before getting pulled back under the teachers desk. “What the hell was that for?” There was clear annoyance in your voice when you said that. Otoya did not respond so you had spoken up again “Hello? Are you going to answer me-” You were cut off by Otoya’s hand covering yours. He leaned over and whispered into your ear saying “An actual teacher just came in. Be quiet.”

#bllk #bllk manga #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #blue lock #eita otoya #otoya eita #tabito karasu #karasu tabito #kenyu yukimiya #yukimiya kenyu #otoya x reader #otoya eita x reader #i love him sm pls he needs more love

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saerins · 2 months

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U think u could tell us how y/n’s mother figured out she fucked with Eita?

extra chapter: friendship

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — part of priceless. before you ever met sae, when you were twenty there was another boy that took care of you: how your mother figured out you were fooling around with eita, and all the little things in between.

content: otoya eita x female reader. smut/nsfw. both reader and eita are great at being avoidant. pet names (baby/princess), cunnilingus, penetration, mentions of masturbation, orgasm denial, they get caught in the act. word count: 2.3k

༝༚༝༚ omg nonnie SORRY my hand slipped this turned out way longer than i thought it would be !! but yes anyway have this :D wrote this at work btw & didn’t proofread so you have been warned !!!

this is bad. so bad.

you really shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be testing the waters like this. you’re at a recon for the school, taking a tour of the hotel for the event that you’re all going to be ushers at. but that doesn’t seem like the case when you and eita seemingly love to do whatever you want, whenever you want.

ever since that night at the club, the first time you’d ever let eita in, it’s become addictive.

the distraction. you never have to think about what bothers you whenever he’s around, whenever he looks at you with those lust-blown eyes, whenever his fingers trail to your inner thighs; always a tell-tale indication of what he wants, what he needs from you too.

he’s your best friend, and this is not what best friends should be doing, but you crave for the way his tongue can make you forget, even if just momentarily, about all your problems. you really shouldn’t be doing this, getting distracted so many times especially during exam season and especially not in a public place but the both of you can never help it.

not like the fleeting touches in the bus helped. eita’s always the one who instigates it, his fingers always finding some way to sneak onto your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh before testing your limits, creeping higher and higher until he drags you into a vacant hotel room left unattended by one of the staff, to the safety behind closed doors where no one would know of your little antics with each other.

and sometimes you think he’s been waiting a long time for you to submit to him, with the way he’s always hungry for you, or maybe that’s just how he is—you wouldn’t know. but his many other girls would, though now he’s too preoccupied with you to pay attention to anyone else.

he’s staring down at you as you lie down on the bed, dress hiked up over your chest, his fingers trailing down your chest to your underwear, hooking under the waistband and tugging on it. a little tilt of his head as he appreciates what he’s about to undress completely.

he really shouldn’t take his time, given that the staff could come knocking on the door at any moment. but he’s already locked the latch so they shouldn’t think about getting in if he isn’t done with you yet.

“pretty,” he comments, voice hoarse with arousal as he swallows the lump in his throat. “this new?” because he swears, of the many times you both have done it by now, that he’s never seen you wear such lingerie, satin mixed with lace, in black and so, so enticing on you.

you giggle under your breath, his pants growing visibly tighter as he continues to stare at you. “does it matter?” it is new, and you’d partly just wanted to see what eita looked like when he really likes something, and he’d once said that he likes black lace. an off-handed answer or not, he gives you the reaction you’re looking for, hands desperately grabbing onto your hips as he kisses you as if he hasn’t seen you in forever.

but he’s seen you just two nights ago, squirming under him on his sheets. he’s seen you three nights before then, when he willingly ditched a date for you. he’s seen you many times in ways no one has ever seen you before and right now he’s going crazy because why has he never noticed that you’re so fucking ethereal like this?

your mouth squeals out his name as he marks you a little too hard on your neck, the image of you one day somehow not being solely his managing to irk him in some way. but that’s the deal, that’s what he told you—that this is temporary, for fun. and you’re keeping your end of the deal; you’re never clingy, and you never act like he’s yours. that’s good, because getting attached just sounds like such a hassle and eita’s fine with this.

he’s fine with your hands unzipping his pants, pulling it down as desperately as he’s undressing you; the thin material falling to the floor as he breaks the kiss to look at you, all bare underneath him. you always avert your gaze when he does this—the only time he’s ever seen you shy. you’re otherwise always brazen with a sharp tongue that seeing you like this, trying to contain your voice as he massages your breasts, somehow turns him on so much that he can’t help but tease you, to try to break through your guard.

eita scoffs, a smirk on his face as he tauntingly mocks you. “usually you’re so loud when you talk back to me in public,” he hums, tongue flicking against your nipple, your back arching in response. “what happened to you now, huh? what’re you holding back for, princess?”

his fingers glide across your skin slowly, down your chest to your hips to your pussy, his smirk growing wider when he finds that you’re absolutely soaked and he’s barely done anything yet. he supposes that’s the adorable part of you—since he’s your first, you’re always so excitable, so vulnerable.

“eita, i swear to god—”

he pushes a finger in before you can cuss him out, disturbing your train of thought as he sucks on your nipple, getting what he wants and hearing you moan out his name in a way only you can—so saccharine and sinful that it makes him even harder.

you drive him absolutely crazy.

“look at yourself,” he says, pressing his forehead against your cheek, head tilted towards the mirrored wall just beside the bed. your walls clench around his finger and he chuckles, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “such a good girl, letting me do what i want to you.”

you’re never used to this, to letting eita completely have the upper hand, to let eita talk to you like you belong to him, but you’re helpless whenever it comes to this. your whimpers are enough to let him know that he has control, and he always knows how to make you feel so good that you willingly submit.

“fuck,” you groan as you feel him pushing another finger inside you, your eyes squeezing shut, the tears flowing as you start to feel overwhelmed by it.

your phone rings at the worst time, and you’re about to just ignore it when eita does one better. “answer it,” he tells you, after looking at the caller ID. it’s just kimiko, the student who’s put in charge today, responsible for overseeing all of you and making sure you all know what’s going on before the actual day.

“but—”

“answer,” he tells you again, his fingers stopping midway, a mewl leaving your lips as you feel the high you’re chasing abruptly disappearing. he pulls his fingers out, showing you just how wet you are, the string of your slick being pulled apart by his fingers.

eita’s sexy and cruel and downright irritating when he knows he’s got the upper hand, but you have no will left to resist, wanting the release he can provide you, your hands already reaching out to answer the phone, hoping to make it short and sweet.

he knows what you’re thinking, you’re not as elusive as you think in these situations. that’s why he purposely latches his mouth onto your clit the moment you start talking, your voice quivering as you feel his tongue licking quick fat stripes up the nub. you can’t even wait for kimiko to respond, hurriedly telling her you and eita are busy before hanging up, your fingers tangled in his hair as your thighs wrap around his neck.

“something wrong, y/n?” he teases, his chuckle sending light vibrations that make your spine tingle. but he knows you love this, love the way his tongue rubs circles around your clit, love the way he’s telling you to cum for him, love the way he’s taking such good care of you.

the way eita moans as he feels you close to your high always tips you over the edge, and every single time he denies you of it, making you beg for him. always a sadist, but it’s not like you can resist.

brows raised in mockery, the back of his fingers brushing against your cheeks as you plead with him to please fuck you. yet he always caves in almost immediately, a dangerous sign that you can get him to do almost anything you ask.

eita taps his dick against your pussy, your slick collecting on his tip, his mouth falling open at the sensation, at the mere thought of being inside you. he’s so, so tempted fuck you raw but that’s not a risk either of you can take.

he’s confident he can pull out, definitely. but maybe if it’s anyone but you. if it’s you, he might just lose himself. he’s already jerked himself off to the thought of cumming inside you, at the thought of filling you full and watching as his cum flows out of your pretty little cunt.

so no, he can’t fucking risk taking you raw because he might actually doom the both of you. reluctantly, he grabs the condom from his pants pocket, long discarded on the floor, and rolls it over his length, the way your eyes are filled with desire already threatening to send him spilling before he’s even inside you.

you’re so, so dangerous.

so fuck, why is he so hooked?

his eyes gaze at where you’re connected to him, the greens rolling to the back of his head as he feels you clenching around his dick, sucking him in. he’s had sex too many times to count, with multiple girls of multiple origins—his head falls back, tilted to the ceiling because he’s so, so close but fuck if he’s going to cum before you do—and yet you’re the only one who feels this good.

what is it about you?

he can’t fucking think straight, not when you keep chanting his name like that—it’s already committed to his memory by now. it’s his favourite melody; the way you say his name.

“eita, fuck i can’t—”

eita’s eyes fly open, looking at how your hands are gripping at the sheets, at how your face is positively lewd that it makes all those videos he watch go to shame, at how the condom is soaked with your juices. he can’t take it, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, your name flying out of his mouth in half moans, something he’s too ashamed to admit he only does with you.

“just cum for me, baby,” he pants, the pet name rolling off his tongue before he can realise it but the both of you are too lost in how you feel that it flies over both your heads. “good girl, come on, cum.”

his skin slaps your skin once more, thrusting hard one last time as he releases, your gummy walls clenching around him as you let go at the same time, your nails on his biceps finally relaxing, nearly drawing blood.

eita’s panting, falling onto you as he squeezes the last drop out, wishing that it was spilled inside you. you let him rest against your body, like you always do because you’re nice, taking the time to catch your own breath. it’s like routine by now, the both of you barely discussing about what you just did, acting like it’s a part of a normal day, like best friends fuck each other everyday, and then go back to resuming what you’re supposed to do.

that is, getting back to kimiko and the others. a part of you feels a little guilty; even though you don’t know her aside from your one-minute interaction earlier today, you know by the look in her eyes when she stares at eita that she’s probably got a crush on him. being a pro soccer player in university as well as being part of a band in school, you’re not surprised that girls are practically lining up for him. yet here he is, too busy for other girls because he’s busy satisfying you.

both of you are too absorbed in your individual thoughts to realise that the door is already opened now, when you’re still pulling your underwear up halfway, when eita’s still standing there in just his boxers, and the both of you are staring dumbly at the person in the doorway because you both recognise them.

there she is, your mother in all her demonly presence, scoffing with her arms crossed as she looks her daughter up and down like she isn’t entirely surprised. beside her is the current man she’s making use of, a poor thing you don’t even want to associate with because she’s going to discard him as soon as he does something wrong.

sometimes you wonder if she ever loved your father or if he was just one of these… poor things.

“get me a different room, i don’t want to sleep in one where such loose kids have been in,” she commands at the man, as if she doesn’t know you, glaring at both of you with disgust. though you and eita look at her with the same look in your eyes.

the moment she leaves the room, you feel eita’s warmth surround you, but your hands stay at your side, both anger and despair welling up in you at the same time.

this is temporary. this is just a distraction. but eita will do his best to make you forget, no matter what—because he’s seen you that day, broken and wailing, blood all over your hands. he’ll do anything not to see you like that again.

there’s a certain selfishness in his actions, but his kiss stuns you anyway, because you know it’s probably not just a simple kiss but lack the energy to dissect it anyway.

“just forget about her, okay?” he whispers in your ear, the gentlest tone you’d ever heard him in.

for now you just let it be, and so does he. things are easier if neither of you question this. for the sake of your friendship.

yeah, that’s what it is.

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otoya eita x y/n and the prompt flirting headaches <3

prompt: bllk! otoya eita + flirting headaches (x fem!reader)

sans’ corner: eita is such a nerdy brat, and a natural flirt that he is just basically a pro. not as much as Oliver, but you get the gist. I hope I made his justice. Enjoy!

Without doubt, the hardest part of it all, is to rope Otoya in. Lure him in enough not to leave him escape, and yet not far enough for him to realise that he had been guided so far to exactly where he needed to be.

You know the pattern all too well, and if wasn’t that Otoya liked to flirt for the sake of it, because he loved seeing the innocent blush of a girl when he asked for her number after throwing in a few honey coated sentences and well placed pick up lines, it would not even be a problem. The best part, in your opinion, is that Otoya knows that is smooth, and cute enough to handle a possible rejection with the dignity of a gentleman and the nonchalance of a teenager. In a few years, he might as well be a serial bachelor, but now he is just the perfect bait for you to test out. Otoya is not even your type, and his willingness to flirt with anything that is female and breathes is borderline disturbing, but if that were the conditions in which you had to play, then you would show who was the master of the board.

You have to admit to yourself, that while Otoya might not be your type - his eyes just a bit too sly to be comfortable staring into, his sharp pupils following up every movement, and his features as delicate and concealed as a master of the shadows, his limbs too thin - he is outrageously attractive. It is not even a subjective matter: if he wasn’t, there would not be swarms of girls just clustering around him all the times, in the way an idol has. But Otoya’s usual environment is also a problem: to execute your plan you need to see him face to face, preferably alone. The occasion is hard to pick up on, but it is exactly when Otoya crosses one of the corridors, straight to his homeroom - just a corridor that cuts through the science labs, which are usually deserted at this time in the morning, that you know this is your chance and also likely your only one. So you reach him and in the most natural way you can manage, half kabedon him to the wall, to a point where he would have to cut through your arm, in which case you would stop him or go back to where he came from, which is casually a dead end, to escape.

“Do I know you?” Otoya asks, the green fringe casually hiding one of his piercing eyes. It looked darker from afar, but the lock is not even that much green as much as it is mintish, and it takes just a flick of the wrist to leave his eyes free to roam your face, which you are trying to not let embarrass you.

“No, and you don’t need to,” you supply, imitating one of the characters you saw in an anime. It never killed anyone being a bit mysterious. But Otoya just raises an eyebrow at that and shrugs.

“Alright then. Can I help you with something?” he actually asks, not bothered in the slightest that a girl half kabedoned him in the middle of a deserted corridor.

“Actually yes,” you prompt then, because if this is your chance you are going to use it and use it wisely. Otoya has not yet moved, and you feel that he is getting slightly comfortable with this, so you detach your hand from the wall and position yourself in front of him, but this way you have to look up to look at him in the eyes and power play has never been your thing.

“I’m all ears then.”

“I seem to have lost my phone..” You start, and you can see Otoya’s brain cogs starting to work out what exactly are you trying to do. But he is just half a beat too late.

“..so can I get yours?” you boldly finish, and try the cringe not to eat away at you.

“Are you..asking for my phone number?” Otoya asks, in the middle of being bewildered and just outright confused by what exactly it’s happening.

“Not really, not yet yours. Just borrowing it for a while so I could save myself in your contacts as ‘mine’”, you get out, and drop your head because this is just way too embarrassing. But you don’t expect Otoya’s reaction: he just genuinely starts laughing and you notice there is a blush on his cheeks. So you smile in return, radiant and genuine. And Otoya stops to breathe for a while, staring intently at your face, finally dropping the pretence of everything you carried so far.

And Otoya never stood a chance, but the blush on his face and his wide eyes stir your stomach in a small turbine, when you get your head up and see him looking at you and you don’t know what to do. So you simply decide to ignore it, doing the same with the visceral desire to replay the scene over and over again, Otoya standing there so close and doing your best to leave him alone, turning on your heels and getting away from that damn corridor, the number pick up line long forgotten. For a while, at least - you lie to yourself.

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