#ryusei shidou x you

[maochira]

Hello. If you are okay with this could you do headcanons for rin, shidou and nagi with an oblivious soccer genius!reader crush just like you did for isagi? You don't have to of course.

Sure! I just don't write for Rin atm, so I'm leaving him out.

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Tags: gn!oblivious soccer genius!reader, reader and character aren't on the same team (Shidou wasn't on a team before Blue Lock anyways)

It's an understatement to say Shidou is amazed by your skill. He's obsessed with watching you play. He can barely put his thoughts on the way you play soccer into words. Your skill was what made him fall in love with you in the first place. Well, that and your mainly careless, silly personality that he just adores. But not only are you oblivious to being a soccer genius, but also to the way Shidou feels about you. His crush on you is obvious. Incredibly obvious. It's so obvious, other people already think you're dating and you always fail to understand why.

Nagi recognizes many things in you that are similar to him. The only differences are that you're way more oblivious about being a soccer genius than Nagi is about his own skill, and you're not as lazy as him. The similarities between you two is the main thing that amazes Nagi, and it makes him feel an urge to be closer to you. While his feelings for you are romantic, Nagi doesn't truly realize that. Despite that, Nagi wants to be closer to you. He wants to get to know you better and he wants to learn more things about you, hoping that'll make him learn new things about himself.

[byalexisness]

☆cry for me

Ryusei Shidou x gn! reader

@ringasm pookie gave me so many idea istg‼️

content warning: yandere themes, sadism, ryusei is mean only to be soft again, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, dacryphilia

Ryusei tried.

he really tried.

he tried to be a gentle, caring boyfriend for you, his little angel. his pretty, lovely, precious, fragile significant other.

but that's exactly why he wasn't good with being gentle.

don't get him wrong, his love for you was imense, intense, overwhelming, but most of all it was sick. he loved you so much, he loved seeing you so fragile and easy to break that he couldn't stop.

ryusei loved seeing you cry, fat tears streaming down your pretty, red cheeks, so hurt by his harsh words and his cold attitude.

it stirred something in that sick heart of his.

it sent blood rushing straight to his cock, the sight of you being so broken, on your knees before him, begging him so prettily between your weak and pathetic sobs. begging him to stop insulting you and calling you names, to be gentle with you.

"p-please, r-ryu, you promised..." you sobbed desperately, looking up at him with red eyes. you couldn't take it anymore, his cruel words sliced right through your heart over and over again.

"awww, is my little toy crying for me to stop? you want me to be gentle?" he said mockingly, bending down to your level with a smirk. his cruel eyes looked into your teary ones and such a blissful passed through his body. "such a cute thing i have, only mine, only for myself. isn't that right, love?"

"ryu, p-please..." you whispered as you looked at him. "s-stop being like this..."

"oh, my dear..." he chuckled meanly and got closer to your face, grabbing your chin tightly. "i'm afraid i can't. beg me a little more, i wanna see those tears more. cry more, can you that for me, hmm? or, perhaps, you are too stupid for it?"

the blunt, mocking tone, the way he wasn't even trying to hide that he was enjoying this made you whine and more tears fell down your cheeks.

after tormenting you more, making you cry hysterically and yell for him to stop, ryusei decided that he had enough. his demeanor changed suddenly and he pulled you into a warm hug, rubbing your back and hushing you—treating you just like you wished to be treated.

"shh, 's okay, my pretty thing. 's okay, i won't do it again..." the same phrase every time, in the same sweet tone, so sweet that it's obvious it was fake, but you always fell right into his trap, too desperate for his comfort.

it made Ryusei think—humans are weird, really. how can someone that brings you pain, also bring you comfort?

but he didn't care. when he felt you cry into his chest, sniffling pathetically as he rubbed your back in a false sense of comfort, he felt himself twitch in his pants.

you were his favorite.

and he wasn't going to stop breaking you, comforting you after, only to break you worse next time.

[90ekz]

Hello, i loved your shidou headcannons, please some more 🙏🏾

thanks for giving me an excuse to talk my shit again 😁.

SHIDOU BF HEADCANONS PT 2 ! <pt1>

- slow, deliberate strokes >> hurried ones for this man. the deeper, the better, he’d kill a thousand men to watch your face scrunch up as he slowly digs you out.

- tends to isolate himself during arguments to avoid sayin dumb shit. smart.

- (sorta mentioned this before) but BIG HANDS. HUGE. you can’t help but squish your thighs together at the sight of those monsters doing absolutely ANYTHING, especially driving—lawd have mercy. it all makes you so unbelievably horny, it’s annoying :(

- you made the mistake of letting him titfuck you once, and he’s never let it get away from him. he’d always dreamed of doing it. it’s been his biggest fantasy since the day he met you, and best believe the second you offered, his cock was already pressed against your chest with a sly smile splitting his face.

“y’wantme to nut all over that pretty face?”

- hates cleaning but you ask him to do the dishes? they’re gonna be hand-washed with Oxiclean like LMFAO

- choked off moans. that’s it.

- favorite position = reverse cowgirl 110%, if he can’t see sumn shake then what’s the point fr?? the first time you initiated and he saw your plump ass grinding on him the way it was? bro was done for 😭😭

- yea he loves when you get all done up for sure, but that bonnet & tshirt combo? yeaaaa sit on his face.

“moveee yo breath stank!” “bae, at least gimme a lil kiss.” “no.” “ya just look so pretty like that—fuck. lemme eat-” “FUCK NO!”

- it’s always first thing in the morning, but he can’t help it! lil man gets stiff in the morning cut him some slack fr.

- wanna take control? bite him. on his neck, chest, thighs, whatever, he gets stiff as a board and hard as a rock. he loves that shit.

[usagikookiejams]

HICKEY PRANK ON THEM

Mikage Reo, Ryusei Shidou

Mikage Reo

Reo came to pick you up for dinner. He saw you walking from a far and started smiling to himself, however it dropped upon seeing hickeys on your neck. 'Hey love, I'm so excited for our dinner tonight! It has been so long since we spent time together!,' you state excitedly. He observed the bruises with hawk-eyes before saying, 'You look gorgeous babe, but are you sure you're fine?,' he asked. 'Urm? Whatchu mean by that?,' 'Those hickeys... that's on your neck...,' he looked like a kicked puppy. You started panicking, not expecting to see him so sad, 'I can explain about this!.' Reo looked at you, however, you could feel dark aura started to appear, 'Who is that person? I want to deal with them myself.' You could feel the goosebump so you dropped your acting, 'Omg honeyy, relax okay! I did this myself, with makeup :'(,' you said while wiping clean all the fake hickeys. His dark aura began to dissipate. 'Hahaha no wonder that looks terrible! I doubt someone was dumb enough to put those big-ass hickeys on you. That would be so obvious!,' he laughed uncontrollably. You began to get embarrassed, so you could only pout and looked outside the window, 'Shut up! You fell for it anyway, hmph!.' Reo stopped laughing and went to kiss your cheek, 'Don't get mad at me babe, I promise I will give you the real one after we get home.' You swore you could feel yourself began to sweat, anticipating what's about to happen after the dinner.

Ryusei Shidou

You and Shidou had plan to go to an amusement park after he got back from the tour. He said that it has been a long time since he went there. So here you are, dressed to the T, oh and not to mention the fake hickeys that decorated your neck. Shidou went to hug you from behind and asked, 'All done babe? If yeah, let's gooo.' Fast forward, you and Shidou arrived at the location, holding hands while enjoying most of the rides there. All the while had you thinking, "Is this guy for real? Did he yet to notice the hickeys on my neck?." Not to lie but you felt dissapointed that he didn't say anything about it but yeah whatever, at least he didn't make a scene in public. After some time, you both decided to go home, not before dining-in at the fast food restaurant. Inside the restaurant, you noticed how some customers were looking at you weird, and some even laughed at you but you decided to ignore them. You couldn't help but wonder why everyone has been eyeing you since at the amusement park and until now? Sitting at your booth, you both enjoyed eating the food in silent. That is, until Shidou decided to speak, 'Babe, what the hell happened to your neck?.' You felt hopeful now that he mentioned about it, so you decided to look at him and replied, 'eh? I don't know whatchu mean, I don't feel any pain or anything?.' Shidou bursted out laughing like a maniac while shoving his pocket mirror at you, 'Your hickeys are so fake that it stained your collar HAHAHAHAAH.' You felt so embarrassed, no wonder people were looking at you! It must be due to them noticing the obvious red and brown stains on your collar!! You were cursing that guy in your head, he must have decided not to tell you since the beginning! 'Anyway, if you wanted hickeys that bad, I will give you lots of them once we're home,' he winked at you. Oh no! What have you got yourself into! But hehe, ngl, you kinda like how this turned out ;)

[iwashie]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊... (𝟏𝟖+)|BLLK

ft. Ryusei Shidou

∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊· synopsis: Your neighbor had a habit of going to the balcony naked and yelling anything that came to mind, and it baffled you to say the least. What you didn't expect, was to be fucked on that very balcony by the neighbor you had been ogling. 

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 2k + warnings-mdni, nsfw content, f!reader(20+), pro player(20+), 20+ characters, petnames (little mouse+good girl+ slut+ little whore/ hoe), vaginal sex, rough sex, public sex, fingering, breeding/creampie. A/N: just Google Frenum Piercing to find out what it is

The first time it happened, you were reading a book, enjoying the morning sun, and suddenly an idiot screams and scares you. You just didn’t expect to find that idiot stretching out on the balcony of his house; Running your eyes down the beautiful tanned body, you startled and fell out of your chair, crawling into your apartment from the startled noise you made.

Who was the idiot who screamed on the balcony early in the morning and was naked?!

You tried to prevent these “encounters�� from happening after a week of listening to the clueless neighbor yelling in the morning. You had to forget what happened, but you’d always got yourself wondering if he was naked again.

You got yourself thinking about it between his shapely legs. That wasn’t a normal dick, that could easily kill someone—but you couldn’t help but get wet at the thought of your neighbor’s dick.

The building you lived in was circular, so you could see its balcony, but even so, you didn’t expect to find that strange neighbor in the elevator. Both wet from the rain that fell earlier, his white t-shirt stuck to his body, showing the nipple piercings, and it was incorrect to fantasize about the man.

“Well, well, if it’s not the little mouse that watches others.” You stiffened when you heard that.

He knew you saw him that day and possibly every other day, that you would pretend to take something to the balcony just to see him and go back inside before he looked at your balcony.

“I- I don’t stare, it’s rude to stare.” You said quietly, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Besides, I’m at my house when you decide to go out naked on the balcony-"

“So you stare at me, little mouse.” He laughed out loud, coming closer, and you kept muted. “Liked what you saw?” You lifted your head, finding his face very close to yours.

“What?” You hissed after a while of staring into his eyes.

“I asked if you liked what you saw.” You blushed, remembering his body, his tanned skin.... “I know you saw it, you don’t have to blush.” He laughed out loud and walked away.

“Pervert.” You said after he leaned against the other corner of the elevator.

“I’m not the one staring at others in their house.” He countered, and you looked at him indignantly.

“You scared me by screaming out of nowhere and suddenly…” You stopped talking, looking away.

“And a big dick, little mouse. You can talk. I’m proud of it.” He teased, and you blushed again, trying not to think about his cock in the middle of his thick thighs and the heat going down to the middle of your legs.

“If you want to try it, just talk to me.” You looked at him and he was serious, staring at you. “An opportunity like this doesn’t happen twice.”

You stared at him, thoughts racing between laughing and saying he was crazy and remembering the nights you imagined receiving that cock hard, the heat spreading all over your body, your vagina flashing. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it had been so long since you had fucked, especially with a big cock like that.

You heard the elevator whistle, and he moved to get out.

“Nice pair of boobs, by the way.” He pointed to your body-hugging white dress and walked out. Before the door closed, you left too. It was your floor.

“What’s in it for me?” He stopped and turned to you, a smile on his lips.

“The best sex of your life, I assure you.” He came back closer as you decided whether to go crazier than him or cry harder because you missed this opportunity. And no dildo would be like that cock.

“It’s yes or no,” He said at your height, pink eyes shining. “You don’t have to think too much, little mouse.”

You had to think a lot. It was a situation that required a lot of calm and consideration. But it’s a good thing that horniness spoke louder than your judgment.

“Shit!” You squeezed your eyes shut, your fingers in the blonde and pink strands, pulling his face closer. “Shidou- Ah!”

You could barely hold on to the arm of the couch as Shidou ate you out heartily, his nose buried in your clit, two fingers going in and out along with the piercing tongue at your entrance, making you rub your waist against his face.

You didn’t recall much after you said yes and he said his name, all you remembered was his mouth on yours, kissing you hard and fast, pushing into the wall, his knee in the middle of your leg and now you were cumming in his mouth.

“Shidou... I’m going to- Ngh! Damn it!” Your toes curled, and you squeezed his face between your thighs. He struggled to get out of your grip, his face glistening with your fluid, his mouth red and swollen.

“Not before I fuck this tight pussy.” You shivered at his hoarse voice and slid off the couch as you saw him undo his pants. “What a good girl.” He said, looking at you on the floor, huge cock in hands and oh...

Shidou had the biggest cock you’d ever seen, big and thick, veins pulsing on the side and a line of piercings on the underside and the plump pink head dripping with pre-cum.

“Or is it a hoe?” He sighed as soon as you held the base, circling the tongue on the head, going down to fit in your mouth, the piercings shivering you, getting your cunt wetter.

You repeated the motion, drooling on his cock until he grabbed your hair and pushed against your face, making you swallow his cock, hitting the back of your throat, your hands squeezing his thighs. “Now be a good whore and suck me off.”

You felt your jaw ache every time you brought your face closer to his pelvis, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and back, it was painful and drool ran down your chin, but the way Shidou moaned, calling you a slut and pushing his waist to your face, had you dripping and moving down a hand to relieve your swollen clit.

“Tight little mouth... Shit! This, deeper...” Shidou pushed you against the couch, pinning your head with his hands and sped up the movements, his cock going in and out fast, his balls hitting your chin, making you dizzy from the lack of breath and so wet that you choked against him. “Shit, I’m going to cum in that mouth- Oh!” You choked on his cum, slapping his thighs and he let go of you, a line of saliva and cum between his cock and your swollen mouth.

You propped yourself up on the floor, coughing and breathing. You were on fire with so much horniness.

“Fuck, little mouse, you’re the best.” He threw off his pants and pulled you by the arm, holding your chin, watching your face wet with tears, saliva and cum. “That’s how I like my bitches.” He kissed you hard, his tongue playing with yours as he took off your dress and threw it anywhere.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him as you felt his hands on your ass, lifting you up. You could barely return the kiss, still lost by the rude way he treated you. You felt something metallic and cold on your back and opened your eyes, noticing that they were on the balcony.

He let go of you and turned you around, pressing your breasts against the metal bar, rubbing his hard cock against your ass while resting his head on your shoulder. “Is there anyone at home to watch you get fucked?”

You felt his fingers sliding down your belly and stopping in your pussy, dipping his fingers in your liquid and back to your clit, making you moan with the caress and the bite in your ear.

You didn’t remember if you had anyone home when you came back, but you didn’t want anyone in the building to see you in that situation. But the idea of being seen as you did with him was exciting.

“That’s going to be your favorite sight, little mouse.” Shidou bit down on your shoulder and you felt the head of his cock sliding down the middle of your folds and the pressure of him coming in. He was too big. He seemed to tear you in half. “So tight...”

“Too much, Shidou...” You whimpered, tightening on what was of his cock inside you and he lifted one leg of yours, making it easy to penetrate until he was deep inside you.

“You’ll take it like a big girl, little mouse.” He thrusted, and you moaned weakly, feeling the full shape of his cock against your walls. “And don’t hold back your voice. I like it loud.”

You squeezed your hands on the bar, your eyes closed and your mouth open, letting out grumbles every time he thrusted in, hitting your cervix, making you squeeze his cock. The piercings added a sensation you had never felt before. It was so good, the metallic rubbing against your gummy wall, making you shiver.

“How about you put in some work too, huh?” You felt his hand on your throat and the other squeezing your raised leg and rolled against him, moaning loudly with the synchronized movements. “That’s my little hoe.” He tightened your throat, and you closed your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder.

You moaned loudly, feeling his cock on your belly, his hands squeezing you and his hot body pressing you against the bar, your ass slamming against his pelvis and his balls slamming into your vagina. You could feel the liquid running down your leg, wetting his cock as it entered hard and fast.

“So good... so good, Shidou... Ngh!” You babbled, rolling against him, pleasure taking over your body. “Shidou! Oh! Oh! Shit!”

“Hahaha, my dick fucking this tight pussy is driving you crazy, whore?” He licked your neck, going deep, making you jolt against the bar. “I’m going to fuck this pussy until I’m satisfied- Fuck!” You squeezed his cock every time he said those things.

You never thought that being degraded in bed would make you so horny. This shameless neighbor brought out the worst in you.

“Girl, don’t squeeze my cock like that or I’m cumming inside of you.” He bit his mouth, holding it back from cumming inside your wet pussy at the sight of your ass slapping against his waist, so eager to be fucked.

“You can cum inside-Ngh.. Oh!” You hissed, and he paused for a moment. You turned your head, and he was smiling, his pink eyes shining and you got goosebumps. “Shidou, wait-Ah!”

He let go of your leg and pushed your face against the bar, ass up for him to slap, making you moan. “Oh, it looks like there’s someone at home, little mouse. Let’s put on a show then.” He tugged at your hair, lifting your face to see the balcony of your house, the light on in the kitchen.

“Shidou! Shidou! Please! Oh! Ah!” You screamed with the force he penetrated you, your fingers white with the strength you held on to the metal, your ass burning from the slaps and the force that his waist hit the soft flesh. He slid a hand between your legs, massaging your clit quickly, making you shudder and let out your voice even more.

He didn’t stop his hand on your clit and the penetration even as you squirted into him; the liquid running down his thighs and down your trembling legs. Shidou continued until he emptied his balls inside you, his hands squeezing your waist as he pushed his cum with deep thrusts, having you on your tiptoes, your hands resting on the floor and tears wetting your face.

“You’re a really good whore, little mouse.” He slapped your ass and pulled out of you, his hot cum dripping off you, making him laugh as he enjoyed the view that was you on the floor filled with his cum.

-

You straightened your dress, lessening the disheveled state you were in, and stepped out of his apartment.

“When you want it again, just knock it, neighbor.” He shouted, slapping your ass one last time before closing the door and leaving you in the hallway, leaning against the walls, legs too wobbly to walk to your door.

© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

(divider➝ @rookthornesartistry)

[okkotsuus]

GRAYYYY <333

Shidou with number 10?

kiss prompt #10 with shidou (bllk) !

features: ryusei s.

contents: kissing. pro!shidou. established relationship. this prompt is so him. 0.3k words

three-hundred event

ryusei shidou races down the field with an almost inhuman fervor, he chases the ball that races along the turf in front of him as if he'd die without it. because to him, he would.

five defenders swarm around him but he crashes through all of them, leaving them bewildered as he continues to charge towards the goal.

the goalie comes out and manages to knock the ball into the air, he jumps up to catch it and throw it back out as a loose ball. but shidou is already there. he raises himself on his hands and slams his heel back into the ball, sinking it deep into the net.

the whistle rings out as the game ends momentarily after, shidou's team winning. they cheer out as you see that euphoric expression come across your boyfriends face as he spreads his arms to receive the cheers. the game was won 3-1, two of the goals being scored by him.

his widened eyes are glazed as they slide to meet your form in the stands, in the row just next to the field. when you blink he's already in front of you, ignoring the shouts and flashing cameras.

he leans and meets you face to face, his heavy breaths fan across your face as his nose bumps carelessly against yours. his smirk is wide as he speaks, "i think i deserve a kiss."

you can't help but oblige as you throw your arms around his neck and meet him in a messy kiss. camera shutters click as the crowd around you makes unintelligible sounds, but all you know is the feel for his lips against yours. and all he knows is you and the adrenaline that courses through his veins.

okkotsuus 23

[nariism]

your boyfriend has what social media likes to call a resting bitch face. to some extent, it's true. your wonderful partner has a mug that screams "get close to me and i'll bite your fingers off!"

jaw so taut you can see him grinding his teeth when he gets irritated, phone permanently on do-not-disturb, headphones in everywhere he walks, a scowl etched deep into his face like he was born that way... everything about him is just so off putting unless you're one of his most diehard fans (which, unfortunately, he has many of).

everyone thinks your boyfriend is too rude. too blunt. too avoidant of socializing like a regular human being to really be in a relationship.

but what they don't know is that your phone number is the only one listed to bypass his phone's do-not-disturb status. what they don't know is that he carries around a picture of you in his wallet from your very first date. what they don't know is that he has a tendency to blow money on you spontaneously just because you looked mildly interested in something.

he's got your favourite things listed in his notes app. he knows your regular starbucks order like the back of his hand. he's an expert in making you flustered. and he's proud of it.

they don't know your boyfriend is a total sweetheart behind closed doors, away from the prying eyes of the public.

‎‏‏‎ ‎

SAE, kaiser, CHIGIRI, RIN, raichi, barou, shidou (when he's not in a pda mood) <3

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[itostea]

texting your bllk boyfriend "i want him" as a joke (rin, shidou, michael, isagi, & nagi)

warnings: rin is a bit unhinged... jk most of them are kinda unhinged

also! typo in michael's part... it's supposed to be "saw" lol

characters from... spider-man: across the spider-verse, my reason to die, dreaming freedom, that one gojo cosplay by _ARMEYES, & loving yamada at lv999

itoshi rin:

shidou ryusei:

kaiser michael:

isagi yoichi:

nagi seishiro:

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。NUMBER — SHIDOU RYUSEI.

✩ — contents ⋮ barista! reader, fluff, very annoying yet very sweet boyfriend shidou agenda <3 he’s so romantic in the most vein popping way <3

shidou loves to bother you at work, it must be his favorite pastime, you think—except now it’s starting to get everyone else at work invested too.

“oh. my. gosh,” you coworker whispers, swatting your arm excitedly, “there’s a guy asking for you—says you made his drink last time.”

“i make a lot of guys drinks,” you shrug.

“yeah but not for guys this cute,” she huffs, “i’m jealous. this is your chance, so don’t ruin it! maybe he’s good in bed too,” she wriggles her brows at you, making you scowl as you roll your eyes.

and then you see it—that mop of blonde hair with those pink ends, and you sigh in exasperation as you walk up to the register.

of course, it’s him.

“hello sir, what can i get for you?” you say monotonously.

“hmm,” shidou grins, tapping his chin as if he’s deeply in thought, “i was just thinking i’d get a drink from a pretty little barista. maybe even a number.”

from the distance, you can see your coworkers stop whatever they’re doing to stare—it’s not like it’s every day that someone this attractive comes in to flirt with a fellow employee. you can just about make out the jealousy in some of their faces and amusement in the others. one thing they all have in common, however, is awe—which you’re not too shocked at, shidou’s admittedly a handsome guy….if you look past how obnoxious he can be, that is.

“what drink would you like?”

“any is fine with me as long as i can get your number as an add on,” he grins, and it’s a wicked grin, really. it’s wide and smug and almost makes him look psychotic. you purse your lips as you shake your head, and distantly, you can hear your earlier coworker groan at your lack of enthusiasm for what you’re sure she’ll later go on to describe as the luckiest experience you’ll ever get.

“that’s not an option we carry here,” you squint, “you must be getting our menu confused for another coffee shop. maybe you should look somewhere else.”

“i don’t know,” he smirks, “i don’t think i’d confuse a pretty face like yours so easily.”

if anyone were to tell you, they’d say shidou ryusei is insufferable. you come to learn this is very true with every possible encounter you have with him, including this one. but there’s something a bit endearing about him, something that’s…dare you say, adorable, despite the way his words are sometimes crass and far from proper. and if the way he’s so persistent for your attention is of any proof, you’d say he’s a pretty determined guy—but you like to see how long you can keep him on his toes.

“i’m sure you say that to all the pretty faces you come across,” you say sarcastically, eyeing him as his smile widens and his eyes glint with amusement.

“nope,” he pops the p as he speaks, “you’re the only one. why, you jealous?”

“you wish,” you snort. “and i can’t give you my number, actually,” you say—and this time, it’s you with a smug grin, catching the eyes of your coworkers as they tilt their heads in confusion, “i have a boyfriend. so i’m afraid it’s simply not possible.”

“oh?” shidou drawls with a raise of his brow, “i bet he’s a loser. bet i could take him in a fight easily. if i win against him, you gotta let me move in with you—how ‘bout that?”

“he is a bit of a loser,” you grin, and anyone could make out the fondness seeping into your voice as your eyes soften at the idea of whoever’s got your heart. “but he’s my loser, so i’m afraid the answers still no.”

“sounds like you love him,” he presses, eyeing you expectantly.

“i don’t know about that one,” you giggle, “he’s still got to prove himself a bit more.”

“that’s harsh,” he hums, “maybe if you gave me your number, i’d prove to be better.”

“sorry, no can do—”

“just give him your number, already!” your coworker cuts you off and huffs, stomping her way over to where you stand. shidou’s got a cheshire grin on his face, eyeing her with that same look of amusement that makes you pinch your nose as you sigh. “you and i both know good and well you don’t have a boyfriend so do yourself a favor and just—”

“and how can you be so sure there’s no boyfriend?” shidou raises his brow.

you try, you really do—but you can’t help but finally crack. it’s a small giggle at first, and then it’s a fit of laughter that makes his eyes soften and his lips quirk into a lopsided beam that’s nothing short of lovesick.

“if you do seem to think there’s a boyfriend in the equation, why pursue someone then?” you coworker raises a brow, arms crossed as she challenges him, “that makes you a jackass, don’t you think?”

“easy,” shidou cackles, leaning in and pressing one, two, three soft pecks to your lips, making everyone gasp as you roll your eyes affectionately, “i’m the boyfriend. sometimes i like to keep the romance alive and fight myself every once in a while.”

“wha—” she’s left speechless, staring at him as she tries to comprehend what he’s just said with her mouth hung. shidou only mocks her opened mouth, and you reach over and swat his shoulder, making him snicker.

“that’s enough, ryu,” you warn—though you don’t sound all that serious. “i’ll be off in ten. are you gonna order anything or just stand there?”

“aw, c’mon baby. ‘course i am,” he pulls out his card, handing it to you, “i’ll take your favorite. you keep it though,” he winks.

“god you’re so annoying,” you mumble, but still, you don’t pull away when he leans for another peck on the lips, even as your coworkers chant a chorus of get a room from the back.

“see you in ten, baby,” he calls over his shoulder, walking off to find himself a seat as he waits for you.

yeah, you think, your coworkers are really going to be invested in this one.

he’s like…so very sweet and in love but in a very annoying and odd way. like he’d vandalize a building to spray paint your initials together in a heart or something

[moechies]

scummy ryusei 👙

“c’mon.. don’t you wanna make me feel good? don’t be fuckin’ lame.”

you mewl against his bulge, the back of your head pressed against the wall you were forced against.

“‘s embarrassing.. please? i-i don’t know how to do it ryu..”

“s okay princess, i’ll show you how i like it, kay?” he undermines your whines of reject, warm, sticky tip already sliding against your bottom lip.

“say ahh for daddy,” he chuckles, nudging your lips open. they shiver unnoticeably as you part your lips, feeling the heat of his cock on the soft of your tongue. its salty, and too big, straining your jaw gently.

and as his cock pushes further and further into the back of your mouth, you elicit a small gag in which it entices the man;

“too sensitive princess, need to train your pretty mouth some more.”

his fingers hold onto either sides of your face, pressing in and feeling his own shaft through your cheeks. he begins stroking his cock gently in your mouth, before his pace begins to quicken much to fast.

he doesn’t push his cock down your throat; no, you’re much too sweet for that now. but a consistent rub in your sweet warm mouth is enough for him to get off perfectly.

“such a warm fuckin’ mouth, shit. gonna cum..”

you jerk your head slightly, efforts not seen with the man’s hand slivered in your hair. his breath begins to labor, looking down at your face with a heavy smile,

“gunna make you take all of it.”

[rinhaler]

𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓

✧˖*°࿐ : 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ plug!ryusei shidou x f!reader

Genre: smut Notes: iiiiiii want him n need him desperately ♡ i made him icky, manipulative and dress like pete davidson warnings: 18+, (soft?)dom!shidou, sub!reader, dubcon, drug use (weed), blowbacks/shotgunning, reader has pubes!, ryusei has a gold tooth, virgin!reader, corruption kink, dumbification?, fingering, blowjob, head pushing ♡, male masturbation, use of nii-chan (not referring to ryusei), slight dacryphilia, shush!kink, praise, pet names, cum eating ♡, he calls your pussy 'her', slut used once. words: 7.1k

“No way am I coming over. Your big brother would kill me.”

Ryusei can’t stop himself from smirking when he can hear your attempt to conceal a whimper. And he just knows there’s a plump little pout on that pretty little face on the other end of the line.

He’s been dealing to your brother for years, they’re basically best friends if you subtract the client aspect from the equation. They smoke together, they’re always hanging out and Ryusei isn’t a stranger to the apartment you and your brother share.

“How did you even get my number anyway, darlin’? Reaaaal naughty of ya to be calling me like this. Gonna be in big trouble if I tell your nii-chan.” he tells you. And this time you hear the smirk behind his voice. He’s teasing you. He’s toying with you, but you still can’t stop yourself from becoming paralysed with fear.

“He gave me it for emergencies! Please don’t tell ‘im!” you sigh. “He’s on some weekend work trip because he’s tryna get a promotion. I’m just lonely…”

“Awe, and why is that my problem?” he asks, harshly. It takes you aback slightly though your determination doesn’t falter. You take a deep breath and try to formulate a response in your mind.

“You guys are always havin’ fun together… but you never let me join in. I wanna have fun with you too, Ryusei—”

“No.”

“But—”

“I said no.” he stands firm and shows no signs of backing down. He hears the little deflated exhale you release, and he licks his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t want you to be sad, but he knows fucking around with a client’s sister behind his back is a stupid fucking idea. “You’ll be alright on your own. Why don’t you invite one of your friends over.”

“W-Well… I just wanted to see you.” you tell him, honestly. “I— I wanted to try smoking with you.”

He chuckles when he hears that. It hasn’t been a discreet crush you’ve harboured since you saw him for the first time. You may have thought otherwise, but Ryusei has always known. He kisses his teeth and laughs again as he thinks about this tantalising proposition being thrown onto his lap.

“You’re really tryna get into trouble this weekend, huh? Do you always invite drug dealers over?” he wonders, knowing the answer already. He knows you’re a good girl who always does as her nii-chan says. But today you want to let your hair down. Today you can let your hair down because he isn’t here for the whole weekend. You can be a little naughty and reckless and have some fun for a change. “Are you that lonely, baby? Jus’ want some company?”

“… Y-Yes. ‘m lonely…” your lower lip wobbles as you think about being in the same apartment all by yourself for the next two days. You’re fine now, it’s only 12:30pm. But what about when it gets dark out? You’re a stupid girl who lets her mind run wild with the possibilities of ghosts and home invaders. You’ve seen one too many horror movies while your brother and Ryusei are high in the front room for no regard to your taste in genre. You hate horrors but you’ve seen so many thanks to them. And now your mind is racing. What if you got kidnapped or killed for the fun of it? “I don’t wanna be alone, Ryusei… ‘m so scared.”

He grits his teeth, resolve crumbling as he thinks about you all alone in the apartment he’s spent so many nights in. So many pointless nights where he could have been out making more money or fucking a multitude of girls who don’t hide their attraction for him. So, is he really about to sacrifice the same for you?

Lonely, frightened, you?

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? I’ll be there in twenty.”

Now that he’s here you’re not sure what you were thinking. You’ve never smoked before. You’ve not even had a sip of alcohol before! But you know drugs are Ryusei’s whole life right now. Selling, buying and occasionally consuming. He locks the door behind himself as he enters. He’s wearing a wide grin as he comes in and approaches you.

He thinks you’re just the sweetest little thing.

Your feet walk you backwards as he gets closer to you, lunging forward to grab you when you almost trip over your pink Kirby slippers that your brother got you for your most recent birthday.

“Clumsy girl.” he grins, gripping into the fat of your underarms. He leads you over to the couch and more or less throws you down onto it. He dumps his backpack on the coffee table. “What time does your brother come home, sweetheart?” he asks, not even looking your way as he takes out his belongings and spreads them out on the table.

“Uh—” you think, eyes squinting as you look up at the ceiling and try to act natural. “Monday… morning.” you tell him.

“Well, I’m sure he won’t mind if I keep you company ‘til he gets back, right?”

“R-Right…” you aren’t so sure about that, but you’re hardly going to disagree with him. Though in truth, he knows he’ll be furious. But the time he cared about your pathetic brother’s opinion has been and gone. What kind of man would he be if he left a poor defenceless thing like you all on your lonesome in such a sketchy part of town?

You watch him carefully as he pulls out a grinder, some papers, and a large baggie of weed and puts them all down on the table. Your mind wanders as he describes the effects to you, none of it is computing. And it gets even worse when he starts talking about different strains doing different things. As far as you were aware, weed was just… weed. You’d never heard about strains or effects. All of your knowledge comes from movies. Tripping, munchies, all of the cliché stuff.

He grins when he sees your dumb expression. Of course you’re not understanding anything he says. All you need to know is that you’ll be okay because he’s here to look after you. He’s here to take you through it.

You watch him as he grinds it up in a tall metallic grinder. And seeing him roll is like witchcraft to you. It’s not like it’s the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve seen it up close. Your nii-chan always exiles you to your bedroom when they’re rolling and smoking. You’re only allowed out once they’re high, though it’s never stopped you peaking from the crack of your door.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as he holds eye contact with you while he licks the paper. Suddenly you’re looking anywhere but in his direction. He’s revelling in it, making you so uncomfortable and shy. You really are sweet ‘n innocent, huh?

“Here.” he hands it to you, his voice earning your attention and you look into his pink eyes before they drop to the blunt in his hand. You look back at him, confused, and he finds himself adjusting the baggy shorts he’s wearing in hopes that you haven’t noticed the way his cock jumps when you tilt your head so stupidly. “What? This is what you wanted.” he speaks, his defensive tone surprising you.

“But… I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never smoked before…”

“Never? Not even a cigarette?” he asks.

“Nothing… never smoked or had a drink or even been to a party. Nii-chan is too protective.” you pout. He wants to fucking ruin you. You���re so fucking cute and stupid he thinks he might cum in his underwear just from hearing you speak. You’re so obedient and it makes you so fucking stupid. As if you aren’t a grown woman who could get her own apartment and do whatever she wants. “Will you show me?” you speak, cutting through his thoughts.

He nods, effortlessly. He lounges back into the couch, legs spread wide as he lets the blunt balance between his lips. It’s lit instantly, and you can’t believe what a pro he is. He’s got one of those stupid lighters. The ones with the metal bit you have to spin with your thumb rather than one of the plastic ones you just push down. You can never use them. Your brother always lends them to you when you want to light a candle, but he always ends up lighting them for you.

“Get me somethin’ to use as an ashtray.” he tells you, it’s a rude demand rather than a request. But his lack of manners doesn’t stop you from immediately jumping to your feet and rushing over to the kitchen sink. You just washed your brother’s ashtray this morning. You smile happily as you hand it to him, clearly willing to do anything he asks whether he’s polite about it or not.

He takes a few more drags and flicks the ash every so often. And when he’s halfway through, he looks at you, expectantly.

“Your turn.” he tries to hand it to you again. You take it, and you flinch as he also forces the lighter into your palm. “You didn’t invite me over just to watch me smoke, did you? What, are you trying to take advantage of me?” he laughs, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. His golden canine twinkles at you, halting you from speaking for longer than you’d intended.

“It’s not like that! I just— I’m nervous, and I hate these lighters.” you explain. You stiffen as he rolls his eyes and adjusts his body, angling it to face you. His stare is harsh, bordering on agitated. It’s only fair, you think. He hadn’t planned on spending his day babysitting you or showing you how to do something so simple. “’m sorry.” you speak, it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. Almost.

“Open up.” he commands. You’re confused at first, and before you know it his rough thumb is tugging at the fat flesh of your lower lip. “I said: open up.”

You clear your throat and angle your body in a similar way to him. Although you’re nowhere near as tall or intimidating as him. You’re like a sullen little dormouse, respecting the orders of your master. Your lips part ever so slightly as he places the blunt between them. Your lips close around it, keeping it perched firmly between them. He can see lip gloss residue smearing on the paper; his depraved mind is going into overdrive. His lewd thoughts encompassing him, he needs to break free and focus on you before you start to ask more silly questions.

He tucks your hair behind your ears and away from your face. A brief thought crosses his mind of how embarrassing it would be to get caught by your brother because he singed your fucking hair.

“Don’t just suck it, yeah? Breathe it. You wanna feel it go in your chest, alright?” he asks you, it sounds like a reminder. Like he’d already told you this and he’s making sure you are listening this time. It’s hard not to when all you can focus on is him. How he’s staring at you. How he smells like cheap aftershave and weed. The smell of weed is revolting, truth be told, you aren’t sure how you’re going to be able to inhale it without gagging.

He flicks the lighter a few times and keeps an eye on your expressions and your breathing to make sure you’re doing it right. You look terrified.

And he likes it.

Your eyes get wider and wider the more you inhale, and he’s worried they might pop out of that pretty head of yours. You suck and you breathe in as much of the earthy smoke as you can until it embraced your lungs like an invader claiming its new home. He can’t hide his laughter when you begin to choke, realising you are the good girl you’re claiming to be and absolutely have never smoked anything in your life.

“Everything hurts.” you tell him, still coughing and sputtering out lingering smoke as your eyes water. “It tastes like shit…” you continue, covering your mouth as you can’t stop yourself from choking anymore. He gets up, handing the ashtray to you to balance the blunt in and he flees the scene of the crime without a word. He returns a few moments later with a glass of water, he even added in a few ice cubes for you.

“Think you’re all grown up because you’ve had your first puff?” he wonders, “Never heard you swear before, darlin’.” he finishes as he hands the glass to you.

“I swear… I’m allowed to swear, Ryu.” you answer defiantly.

Cute, he thinks. You really are trying to sound all big and bad for him. But he’s never going to take you seriously after that little display, you’re just a little girl trying to act tough. A cute girl trying to be the cool girl.

But you both know you’re far from cool. A cool girl wouldn’t care so much about pleasing her brother and being a good girl for him. A cool girl would do whatever she wants without fear of the consequences.

At least you’re trying, he thinks.

You glug and you glug until you soothe the suffocating dryness in your chest. He’s transfixed on a droplet of water clinging to the corner of your mouth, unable to tear his gaze as it begins to run down your face. And he can’t think of a cuter sight than you still trying to be the cool girl, wiping it away with the back of your hand before he can notice despite it being much too late for that.

“C-Can I do some more?” you ask him, big wet eyes blinking at him as you hope he’s still willing to guide you.

“Think you can handle it?” he asks. “Get some more water.” he commands, not even letting you answer first. It’s probably the right call, though, you’re hardly going to be accustomed to the feeling of smoke contaminating your insides after one heavy inhale.

You follow his pathing from moments before, getting yourself some water and fresh ice cubes before returning and facing him again. You drink so much; he grabs your wrist and moves the glass away from your lips before you down the whole thing.

He lets out a heavy breath as he holds the blunt and sees how your lips immediately part for him this time without being asked. Fast learner. His thumb pulls at the metal wheel twice, each time it sounds make your eyes flicker further open.

“Breeeathe.” he demands, and you obey. You take it waaaay better this time, holding it for longer after he pulls the lighter away and takes the blunt from your lips. “That’s it, atta girl.” he smiles as you slowly exhale, only coughing a little bit. Your little hands are immediately reaching for the glass of water you set down moments before.

“I feel…” you try and think, eyes darting around the room in search of the right words to use. Your eyes close without your permission, humming happily as you embrace the feeling, a cheery smile visible on your face. “Weird…” you giggle, deeming it the only appropriate word that springs to mind.

“Is that right, baby? Feelin’ weird?”

“Mhmm.” you sigh, dreamily, letting the feeling consume you wholly. You want to melt into the couch beneath your thighs; and you involuntarily begin to lean back into the plush leather before Ryusei stops you. “My eyes are hurting, Ryusei…”

“Mm, I’ll bet. They’re all bloodshot, princess. Think you’re high.” he smirks.

“Wan’ some more.” you tell him, reaching to take the blunt from his hold. He moves his hand away. The fat, brown joint just out of your tired reach. And fuck he can’t stop his cock from twitching when you don that pout. That pretty little pout that you can’t stop yourself from displaying any time you’re disheartened. “P—lea, p-please…” your lower lip juts out further.

“C’mere.” he instructs you, his empty hand patting at his adjacent thigh. He sees the hesitation in your eyes. The little protest lodged in your throat as you think what a bad idea this could be. Why does he want you to sit on his lap? Your heart is racing with possibilities. Is he going to try and kiss you? Or is it simply an easier position for him to help you smoke? “Move, baby, now.” his voice is firm, almost scary. Your movements are slow, but you find yourself moving on his order regardless.

You go to him, but he stops you as you try and sit nicely in his lap. It isn’t quite what he had in mind. He doesn’t want to baby you like the princess you want to be for him. You’re like a ragdoll as he positions you, limbs loose beneath his touch until you realise you’re straddling him. His legs are spread wide, relaxed, and you’re hovering above him a little.

“Open your mouth f’me.” you’re like a robot, complying with each and every command he issues without hesitation.

You’re too good, too perfect. And Ryusei Shidou is quite the opposite; he’ll ruin you if you aren’t careful.

But right now, you couldn’t care less.

Your dewy lips part, wider than they had earlier until Ryusei seems satisfied. He’s relieved you’re only hovering over him, or you’d have definitely felt the way his dick twitched at the sight of your pudgy lips widening for him.

He relaxes, fully, his own eyes becoming more bloodshot as the minutes go by. Weed doesn’t affect him like it used to, not in the way it’s affecting you. But he’s calm. All of his thoughts are collected, and he feels at peace. It’s probably the reason he’s being so brazen and not giving a second thought to the consequences of being with you anymore.

While you’re waiting for his vision to be realised, while you’re waiting for the reason as to why he wants you in this position with your lips spread, he lights up the blunt once again. You watch him through a heavy-lidded stare as he takes a hefty inhale.

You sense him planning something, the cogs whirring sinfully in his mind as he looks between your eyes and your lips as he inhales the smoke deeper and deeper into his lungs. He rests his arm over the rest of the couch, harbouring zero consideration for the potential ash staining the cream carpet below.

He tries to close the distance between your bodies, and you instinctively jolt away from him, your lips clamping shut just as quickly. As much as he wants to smile, to laugh, his lips remain neutral and sealed. His empty hand holds the small of your back. His fingers drift, trailing up the column of your spine. He flattens his palm between your shoulder blades, pushing your face and body closer to his. His right hand remains between your shoulder blades, the other coming around to tug your viscid lower lip until your mouth is ajar. He leans in, closer. The closest he’s ever been to you in the entire time you’ve known him.

He's going to kiss you.

Your heart is thumping, the intense beating, hammering your heart through blood, muscle tissue and flesh. Your eyes close instinctively, and at that, he does smirk.

His eyes alternate between yours, and your gloss covered lips. And then his are ghosting yours, not close enough to touch but not far enough for you to not feel their presence. His gaze becomes heavy, lustful as he observes you. He’s fixated on how you react as he blows the smoke from his lungs into yours.

Your eyes widen as you realise he isn’t kissing you, but your mind is hazy as you realise what he is doing. His lungs shrink as he empties them, but he doesn’t move. He smiles, though, and you fucking feel it. He’s waiting patiently to see just how desperate you are for him to kiss you.

Your breathing is intense. He can hear each breath you take through your nose as you try and compose yourself. You try and calm down and hide your burning shame from him. He knew what you’d assume and chose not to correct you. Just to see you squirm.

But you want to kiss him.

You want him to kiss you.

He chuckles lightly when he sees a nervous little gulp plummet down your throat, he’s sure if he blinked he would have missed it. He wonders if your eyes always vibrate so intensely when you’re nervous.

“Did you like that?” he whispers, his lips still inching away from yours. You feel each and every breath it takes for him to speak that sentence.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?”

“Mm… mhmm…” you nod, eagerly and yet somehow still awkwardly. “D— Can you do it again?” you whisper. It’s so meek and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.

He adjusts his position, nodding, his lips almost catching yours but not quite before he pulls away to smoke some more. Your lips part beautifully and he’s smiling sinisterly yet again. His hand travels from your back to hold the crown of your head, you can’t back away this time, not that you’d want to. He’s keeping you in place as he slowly begins to puff smoke past your desperate lips.

You moan, involuntarily, as you feel your mind cloud and your body grow wearier. But still, you can’t get enough. You can’t fully satiate your desires of intoxication. Not with drugs. Not with attention. Not with touch. You need him. More of him.

“Baby?” you hear him mumble, his lips clumsily toying with yours as he refuses to fully close the gap between them. “I think ya wanna kiss me.”

You squeak, almost, a high pitch whine sounding through your nose as the uncomfortable statement surges through you. Were you so pitifully obvious the whole time? You lean in closer, attempting to close the separation between you. But he pulls away, ever the tease, and he can’t help but relish the whimper that claws its way up your throat.

“You ever even kissed anyone?” he asks, closing the gap once again. “Y’know, since you’re such a good girl.”

You feel the tips of your ears and face begin to sear with heat, embarrassment flooding through your blood. You nod, defiantly, doing all you can to assure him you’re not the big loser he seems to think you are.

“I have… ‘ve had boyfriends before… Ryu…” you tell him, though it’s still a little humiliating.

“So,” he starts, his hand holds your hip as he adjusts himself slightly. Thumb stroking your side calmly, despite his cock driving ever so gently into your core as he moves. Not hard enough to set off alarm bells, but just enough to leave a lasting impression. He bites lip and releases it just as fast as his eyes rake over you, and you feel so small under his stare, despite him being the one looking up at you. His fingers weave and comb through your hair until he gets a tight enough grip. Your noses are touching before he tilts his head, your lips barely lingering on one another’s as you each fight against fully committing. “If I kiss you right now, it’s gonna be worth my time?” he whispers.

In truth, it’s been a while since you kissed anyone. You haven’t had a boyfriend since high school and that seems like a lifetime ago now. But you don’t want to go another second without feeling his lips fully pressed against yours. So, you nod. It’s weak and unconvincing, but you nod anyway.

It’s enough for him. In truth, he wouldn’t have cared if you’d never been kissed before. He’d be more than happy to teach you, though he’s sure he’ll teach you plenty anyway. He’s going to turn you into a masterpiece; one that has been created only for him to enjoy.

His lips slot against yours and it’s like an explosion. You’ve been fucking starved for him, and you can barely remember to breathe as it intensifies. Suctioning sounds repeat as you kiss without stopping. Neither of you remember to come up for air until you’re gasping.

Your lips part divinely as his tongue pushes past them and it’s so rapturous as your little wet muscle meets his. He groans, loudly, as he licks and swipes all while you’re moaning pathetically into his mouth. He bets your soaked, he’s rock hard and leaking like a virgin getting his first hand job after all.

“Stick out your tongue.” he tells you, and like always, you do as you’re told. He licks at it, swirls his own tongue around it. He sucks it until he’s heady with lust.

His body collapses against the back of the couch, and like the perfect pet you follow him. You can’t stop making out with him now. You can’t possibly get enough. You doubt it would even be enough to crawl inside his skin and live out the rest of your days there.

You’re addicted to him.

He pushes your body down so that your crotch is fully pressed into his. The feeling of his throbbing cock almost entirely against your panty-clad mound is a surprise to say the least, you hadn’t expected it and your surprised expression gives you away instantly. But he doesn’t comment right away, instead, he grinds his crotch against yours as you carry on kissing. Your breath fans across his face, you’re delirious from the sensation of him being against you like this, you’ve never known anything quite like it.

“Feel what you’re doin’ to me?” he chuckles, parting away from you enough to look up at you again and lick his lips. But you chase him, you think you might stop breathing if you deny yourself of him. Your tongue pushes past the seam of his lips, and of course he doesn’t object. He feels your little wet muscle searching for something, and he can’t contain the amused scoff when he realises you were tracking down his gold tooth, the tip of your tongue licking it from behind all of the way to the front until you reach his gums. “Fuck… you’re filthy.” he informs you before kissing you again.

You giggle before he yanks at your hair. Flirtatious laughter being forced into a tantalising gasp, your head angled so that you’re looking up at the ceiling above. The column of your neck is almost enough to make him cum. It’s so fucking bare. So pure and untainted. He wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you. To cover you in hickeys and bite marks so that everyone knows what he fucking did to you.

But he knows, deep down, it isn’t worth it. It isn’t worth the questions and the bullshit and the drama. Not this time, anyway. Instead, he leaves gentle kisses and soft suckles against your skin. His tongue leaves fat, wet stripes over your throat and pulse point, hot breath fanning over them between kisses. You’re keening for him as his lips begin to ascend. You’re shuddering against him as he breathes heavily, deliciously, into your ear. His hand drifts to squeeze your tit over your crop top as he continues to breathe thickly into your ear canal. The intensity forcing your skin to break out in goosebumps.

You mewl, and it’s a fucking siren song as he sucks on your earlobe. He drives his covered cock up into you as he takes the cartilage between his teeth, alternating between that and sucking like he’s trying to get milk from nipple.

“Does anyone else know what a naughty little thing you are?” he talks directly into your ear, thumb rubbing over the thin material of your top, your hardened nipples unfortunately hidden behind your push up bra. “Or do you only get like this f’me?”

“Jus’ you…” you sigh, your arm wraps around his neck so that you can hold his head the same way he had yours. Tiny little fingers toy with blonde and pink tufts, he groans slightly at the comforting feeling.

“Darlin’… you know you have to pay, don’tcha?” he asks. It’s so out of the blue, you push away from him. He grins as he watches the confusion and horror take over your facial expression. You were so blissfully at peace, lost in the feeling of his lips and his touch all over your body. “Drugs aren’t free, y’know.”

“B-But…” you think, panicking, “I— nii-chan only left me enough for emergencies…” you tell him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. He offers a fake little pout, tutting at your excuse. It’s so feeble and pathetic and he loves how easy it is to mess with you.

“Awe, baby.” he offers faux sympathy, his thumb stroking over your cheek yet again. “You better do what I say then, yeah? Gonna have to keep bein’ a good girl f’me, ‘n then we can forget the whoooole thing.”

“What do you want me to—”

He thrusts his hips up, and you lose balance, falling perfectly into his arms. He tugs at your crop top, urging you to take it off. You start pulling it upwards, though it’s too slow for his liking. He yanks it over your head, getting a quick eyeful of your tits and aqua blue bra before he sucks hard into the fat flesh of your breasts.

You’re too busy moaning, rolling your hips against him to notice he has unclasped your bra with one hand. He pulls carefully at the straps, ridding you of the material covering part of your modesty. He bites his lip and breathes heavily as he ogles them. You feel the way his cock pulses against your cunt.

“S’fuckin’ pretty—” he muses. You feel different, now. You’re fully on display for him and you are completely at his mercy. Your rational mind is telling you to give him the emergency money your brother left and send him on his way. But sadly for you, your poor neglected pussy wants him to stay and have his way with you. “You’ve gotta suck my cock, baby. Now.” he demands.

Your heartrate sky-rockets. Things are moving so fast you can barely process it at all. You look down between your thighs and see the ever-growing bulge in his shorts. Can you argue with him? Reason with him? It doesn’t matter either way, you’re already sliding carefully onto the ground and getting down on your knees between his spread legs. You aren’t sure where to start. Everything you think about doing dies a sudden death with each new idea that comes to the forefront of your mind.

“Pull it out, hurry up.”

Little hands shake as nimble fingers grip onto the waistband of his shorts. You pull and you pull and he lifts his body to help in your efforts. He almost grunts as his cock springs free, pearlescent pre leaking a ton from his twitching slit.

“Mmmm…” he moans as he grips his cock at the base, shaking it a few times so that the tip hits your nose softly, soupy liquid sticking to you as he does. “Be a good girl, show me how bad you can be.”

There’s not a single universe where you’re successfully concealing your apprehension from him, though he thinks nothing of it. He thinks you’re nervous because you’ve had a crush on him for quite some time now and you don’t want to disappoint him. Your hands carry on shaking as you grab onto his length. He’s huge, both of your little hands are holding him in your grasp and there’s still more of his thickness unable to be held.

You think to start off you should clean the tip; you lick and lave over his throbbing head and your face scrunches as you register the warm tanginess permeating your tastebuds.

His body almost dissolves into the couch as you start to take more and more of him. He shoos your hands away and holds himself so that you can balance your hands on his thighs. His free hand holds your head, forcefully attempting to shove you further and further down on his length until you’re choking on him. You’re spitting and sputtering just like you had when you smoked.

“S’cute.” he moans. The light praise encourages you to keep trying for him. So, you do, try. You try to give him mind blowing head. You try to remember to use your tongue to keep him nice and stimulated as you bob up and down on his cock. You even remember one of your friends telling you that squeezing your thumbs stops you from gagging as much.

But it’s all in vain.

Ryusei hisses, flinching from an amalgamation of too much teeth and not enough spit. He snatches you away by your hair, seeing red veins stabbing through the whites of your eyes as they begin to gloss over. A watery sheen telling him of your deepest shame and embarrassment.

“Are you a fucking virgin, baby?” he wonders. His cock spills more pre as he sees tears fall from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks. The little sniffles you can’t stop are a symphony to him and he can see the way your throat is choking back audible cries. He can hear the little croaks trapped there, though, poor thing. “Never sucked a cock before, have you?”

“’m s-so sorry.” you stop fighting your losing battle as you start to cry, utterly humiliated that your secret has come to light because you did such a terrible job giving head. “I’ll— g-get my purse ‘n then you can just g-o. I’m sor—”

He leans forward, hand snaking between your thighs to cup your cunt. “Never had a cock in her, huh? What about fingers? Anybody ever ate your pussy, sweetheart?”

“N-Nothing!” you speak, almost defiantly though that wasn’t your intention. You’re feeling vulnerable and defensive. You’re embarrassed, and he has his hand somewhere nobody has ever touched you before. “Only kissed before…”

“Mmm… no wonder you’re so wet.” he speaks, though he isn’t seeking a reply. He’s simply musing to himself. He should have known, really. When would you get a chance to fuck and learn how to suck cock when your brother practically holds you hostage in this shit hole apartment? “I won’t fuck you, today. You’re not gonna suck my cock either. Come here.” he continues, he grabs both of your wrists and drags you back to your previous position with little effort. You’re above him, again, your thighs straddling his. “Stand up, actually.” he orders, you obey.

Your tits are still exposed and you’re standing in nothing but your pleated mini skirt and silk panties beneath. He twirls his finger, encouraging you to do a spin for him. You complete it, quickly, your skirt raising ever so slightly and exposing a peak of pink silk before you find a neutral position once more.

“Slower.” he tells you, so you spin again. Slower, just for him. “Stop.” he tells you when your back is facing him.

“Is something wrong, ah—!” you yelp as he ruthlessly kicks the inside of your ankles until your legs are spread apart from each other.

“Bend over, put your hands on the table.” he instructs you. You’re slow in doing so, not wanting to rush this time; though you still feel your heartbeat in your throat. Your skirt rides up, the pink silk completely covering your most precious secret. Though he grunts at the sight, unable to control himself. His jaw clenches and bubbles at the sight of brunette curls peaking from the sides of your panties. “Holy shit, fuck.” he sibilates, thick long fingers hooking into the pink silk. He wastes no time tearing them from your body, shoving them into the pocket of his hoody.

He grabs the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh under your little skirt and parting your pussy lips in the process. He’s enamoured by the sight, the way your arousal has soaked your pubic hair. It’s shimmering, he can’t help but to touch and toy with your pubes when they’re taunting him like this. He can’t remember the last time he fucked a girl with a cute bush of hair like yours. It’s always fucking waxed and landing strips and of course he won’t complain, but seeing your intimate form in all of it’s glory like this… you’re perfect. You’re fucking holy.

He pushes a single finger hastily into your wet hole. You almost fall forward; you cry out from the feeling of being stretched for the very first time.

“Never shave this fucking pussy, yeah? Leave it like this f’me.”

You don’t reply, mind spiralling from the feeling of pain and pleasure as he burrows his finger in deeper and begins to curl it when he feels that perfect little spongy spot buried deep. Your cheeks are stained with glittering tears, the overbearing living room light not offering you any courtesy in that regard. Your tear-stricken face will be exposed to him, eventually.

Will he care?

Will he show concern?

Will he be sympathetic since he is the cause?

It appears not. He holds no consideration as he pummels a second finger inside of your gummy interior. He scissors them again and again and again until you’re practically screaming. It feels worse when he pushes against the spot. That spot that blinds your fucking vision.

“A-Ah. Aaah—!” you sob, scream, anything your body can physically project in your current state. It almost feels like an out of body experience. “Ouch! Ow, R-Ryusei. Hurts! Hurtin’ me—!” you explain. He wraps an arm around your midsection, fingers still cosy deep inside. He pulls you back, your spine flush against his chest. His hand moves from your stomach to your mouth, silencing your cries and whimpers as his fingers carry on battering your g-spot.

“Shhh, it’ll feel good in a minute.” he informs you. “Rub your clit, baby, show me how you touch this virgin cunt.” your entire body becomes scalding in an instant, the lewd language and very notion that you masturbate filling you with unease. But without question, your fingers find the swelling nub between your pussy and begin to rub and rub.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder, smiling down as he hears painful cries turn to libertine moans. His smothering hand frees your airways, allowing you to send your mewling into the airspace freely. He squeezes his cock, hard, and begins to masturbate himself. A sticky, clacking sound filling the room. It’s mixing in with the sound of your squelching cunt.

Your eyes cross as he finds a perfect rhythm with you. You’re sure you look like a bona fide whore, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re balancing on the balls of your feet with your legs spread open wide, putting your cunt on full display. Your left hand digs into the leather arm rest beside you, the only form of balance you have.

You’re so fucking loud. He’s never heard anyone scream or moan as loudly in his life, though he’s one to talk. He’s on the verge of cumming after so much torment and he couldn’t be more vocal if he tried.

“D-Do you want all the neighbours to hear what a little slut you are? Want ‘em to tell your brother you got fucked stupid while he was gone?” he asks, it’s rhetorical, of course. He doesn’t care that you’re being loud. He just wants to torment you, tease you and build that unadulterated shame that you’ve had embedded in you your whole life. You are the product of repressed sexual urges. Would you have let a drug dealer strip you and play with your cunt if you weren’t so desperate and needing to be toyed with?

“’m gonna c-cum. Fuck, Ryusei! Cumming f-for you—!” you cry, your walls squeezing his fingers until they feel close to breaking. “Oh my god…” you sob. Your poor little virgin slot throbbing and pulsating around his thick heavy fingers and you continue to cum for what feels like a lifetime. His curling fingers dragging out the feeling for as long as humanly possible.

“Hah- haah- ah, fuck!” he finishes, white, gluey fluid shooting up your back. He fucks his fist until he drains every last drop from his swollen balls. He admires his work, smearing the remaining residue on your ass cheek and your skirt. He wonders if you’ll remember to wash it, God forbid your stupid brother find a cum stain on it.

He scrapes his cum onto his fingers and orders you to face him. He brings his sperm to your lips, expecting you to know what to do.

“Eat.” he says. You hesitate. He wants you to what? It’s a liquid, you can’t eat it. Does he want you to lick his fingers? Put them in your mouth? He’s sick of waiting, however, forcing them by your lips until the bitter taste coats your tongue. “Eat it.” he looks at you with venom in his stare.

You hold his hand sweetly with both of yours. He watches you as you suck his fingers, internally thinking how much better you are doing this than you are at sucking cock. He bears his teeth, the golden one glimmering in your eye once again as you continue to clean the cum from his digits.

“Thaaaat’s it, good girl. It’ll get the taste of weed out of your mouth.” he tells you. You finish sucking, releasing his fingers with a gentle pop before placing his hand back on your thigh.

He allows his fingers to lightly caress your skin. The pads carefully glide over you as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him for the final time during this encounter. But he wanted to fuck you, didn’t he? He wanted you to suck him off properly, too. He’ll let it go for today, but this certainly won’t be the one and only time you’ll bare it all for him.

You still owe him for the weed, after all.

He thinks he might set up a depraved little payment plan for you.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[maochira]

Hello! Can you do shidou, bachira and reo with a child sibling reader that collects plushies and is very attached to them?

As a plushie lover and collector, I adore this request <3

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, fluff

Shidou

-he punches them and thinks it's funny

-he also throws and kicks them around like soccer balls

-he may be mean to your plushies but he loves them as well

-he doesn't buy you plushies often, but when he does it's really ugly ones. But that kind of ugly when they're so ugly they're cute again so you adore those plushies very much (also because they're from your brother)

-sometimes he likes to mess around with them and puts all of your plushies in a summoning circle, acting out some kind of "ritual" but he never elaborates what he's actually doing if you ask

Bachira

-he loves your plushies just as much as you do

-he definitely treats them as if they were your babies

-he talks to them ALL THE TIME. Even if you're not at home

-sometimes he just goes into your room as starts a convo with one of your plushies

-it's always funny to you to listen to the little rants he holds in front of your plushies

-but when you're not at home and he talks to them, it's usually about how much he loves you. He kind of believes if he talks positively about you in front of them, they'll keep that energy and make you feel safe with your plushies when your brother isn't around

Reo

-he absolutely LOVES to spoil you with new plushies

-he buys special/limited edition versions of plushies from your favourite franchises all the time

-honestly, 95% of the plushies you own were bought by him

-every time he's in a store and sees plushies, even if it's just little keychain ones, he HAS to look around to check if there's one that you'd like

-if he doesn't find one, he doesn't get one. But if there's one or more he thinks you'd like? He probably spends more money on that than what he came to the store for in the first place

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[bachiras-toaster]

bllk boys who love to share : ̗̀➛

BLUE LOCK BOYS x f!reader

contents. threesomes, dacryphilia, overstimulation, handjob, pussy-eating

ft. bachira, isagi, ness, kaiser, sae, shidou

BACHIRA when isagi accidentally walks in

with bachira’s back towards the door, he wasn’t able to sense his best friend nearing the entrance. he was too focussed on pinning you down beneath him, interlocking your fingers with his as he pounded into your sloppy cunt to notice the door casually being opened. when you kept shooting flustered glances over bachira’s shoulder, that’s when he finally realised that your eyes were on someone else. and although he was extremely hurt at first, all of his worries washed away when he realised that it was just his friend, isagi— standing there, frozen, his face flushing as his pants got tighter. bachira trusted isagi with his whole life, so of course he would have been okay for isagi to join in on the fun.

bachira now had you sat upon his lap while he leaned against the fluffy pillows of the bed, gently shifting your hips up and down so he could still press his cock further into your pussy. knelt in front of you was isagi, trying to keep his composure while you gave him a hand job, one of his palms shielding his blushing face. his knees were shaking a little against the covers, but he remained high on his knees, even hitching his shirt up a little to reveal his tensed abs, also giving you more room to jerk him off.

“you can look at her if you want, isagi.” bachira smirks as he rests his cheek against the crook of your neck, his eyes gazing up at his best friend. he noticed how isagi seemed to either look over at the wall or down at your hands, but never your face. “she’s really helping you out! the least you can do is look her in the eye.”

NESS letting kaiser have fun with his gf

you were lying against the pillows of the bed, your legs spread wide with kaiser’s face between them as ness sat by your side and ran his fingers gently through your hair. kaiser had made constant advancements towards you behind ness’ back, thinking that if he knew, he’d be judged to shreds. however, he was pleased to hear that ness wasn’t only accepting of kaiser’s behaviour, but also more than willing to allow him to please you. he was practically begging kaiser to sleep with you, not wanting kaiser to dislike him in any way— and if sharing you prevented that, he was more than happy to oblige.

you let out whimpery moans as kaiser’s wet tongue licked another line up between the folds of your pussy before dipping back between them and working shamelessly at your clit. your heart was thumping faster as you squeezed your eyes shut, the only thing keeping you from letting out even louder moans was ness’s comforting hands, which moved to cup the side of your face as he looked at you lovingly.

“she’s so pretty when she moans.” ness smiled blissfully before turning his head to watch ness at work, his eyes sparkling with amazement. “there really is nothing you can’t do! you’re so talented, my girlfriend looks so satisfied!” he gushed before placing a kiss on the side of your neck beneath your jaw, grinning against your skin. “tell him how good you feel, darling. kaiser’s doing a great job, isn’t he?” ness whispered darkly into your ear.

SHIDOU showing sae how it’s done

you were sexually frustrated, shidou could see that. you never usually got a chance to have sex with your boyfriend, sae, and even when you did, it was always missionary. i mean, you always finished in the end, but there was no imagination. that’s why when shidou overheard you complaining to sae about not being experimental enough in the bedroom, he immediately butted in and insisted he show sae how to make you literally shake with pleasure.

that’s how you ended up with your arms tied to the post of sae’s bed, your legs being forced open by shidou as he pumped his cock into you while holding a vibrator up to your clit. your eyes were swelling with tears as you felt your entire body tense up, the only gentle feeling you could sense coming from your boyfriend’s warm touch as he held his palm against your cheek. “she’s actually crying, you’ve outdone yourself,” sae uttered coldly as his thumb drew over your skip to wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.

“instead of just caressing her face, why don’t you be a dear ‘n hold her legs open instead? she’s tryin’ go close them, see?” shidou chuckled darkly, to which sae rolled his eyes before positioning himself to force your legs even further apart. shidou couldn’t help but be amused as he looked between you and your boyfriend. “don’t sass me, darling,” he grinned at sae, “you should take notes. your girlfriend’s clearly enjoyin’ it.”

[90ekz]

RYUSEI SHIDOU BF HEADCANONS <3

cw : chubbyblackfem!reader, smut, possessiveness, foul language, blasian!ryu, he’s a lil mean but we luv.

- ngl, this mf has a really weird obsession with your tits. like, it borders on creepy. you can’t do anything without him coming behind you and sticking his hands up your bra. fuckin’ weirdo.

- smells really fresh, yet warm at the same time. like a mix of spring rain w/ a side of male ignorance. quite nice, at least to you.

- loves nothing more than waking up to you with your legs slung around his waist. he finds that shit so cute.

- absolutely gets a kick out of making you mad during sex. just got ur hair done? he’s pulling on it extra hard. just used the last bit of ur favorite gloss? he’s smearing it all over his cock while fucking your throat. he’s a dickhead fr LMFAO

- talks so fuckin’ condescending to you. always talkin bout “hmm?” and “oh yeah?”, cause he knows that his voice does it for you. when you woke up the morning after your first time w him, and his voice was all husky—whew lord.

“heh.” you threw an annoyed look over your shoulder, hoping that he’d get the memo that your wobbly legs and sore back were not funny. he held back anothet chuckle as he got up and held your waist on the way to the bathroom. his other hand snaked to your jaw as he feigned sadness. “‘m sorry mama. dont be mad at me baby.” with that same damned tone in his voice.

- possessive as hell. like it’s so bad LMFAO. he’s a firm believer that any man who comes near you should die by his hands, unfortunately. he just can’t help it, you’re his favorite lil’ thing, cut him some slack :(

“next time he comes near you, ON GOD im tying him to the bottom of the ocean and running him over wit a fuckin’ submarine, cause who the fuck??”

- the first time you came to one of his games and he noticed you waving a big sign in the air with “i <3 ryu!” in big letters, he knew that he was in love with you. his teammates had never seen him smile so big.

- his fav nicknames? sugar, baby, ma, mama, princess. he’s so bleh :((

- big girl enthusiast. if you ain’t 2sumn to do sumn get out his dms fr.

- his fav domestic thing is cooking with you, well, while you watch. one hand is cooking, the other is fondling the fat of your ass with his big ol’ hands. he’s absolutely convinced that the food comes out better when he does it.

- before y’all even got together, he was shoving it down sae’s throat how he got a girlfriend before him, and how y’all were gonna go out on dates whenever you stopped playin games. delusional ass.

“didn’t you just say-" “man, she slid up on my story! that means that she’s soooo in love with me! right?!” “totally. yep.”

[sphireath-wisp]

#One, Two, Three, Kiss!

Sypnosis: You get put on a kiss cam with another person while watching their game live. How do they react?

Part 1: Yoichi Isagi, Micheal Kaiser, Chigiri Hyoma, Mikage Reo

Warnings: Jealousy, not proofread, the reader goes on the kiss cam with both girls and guys, short, cursing, a little suggestive depending on how dirty your mind is

Featuring: Shoei Barou (@randomnumber20, @ariachaos), Ryusei Shidou, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshix GN! reader

Shoei Barou

You shifted closer to your armrest, away from the guy next to you to highlight your reluctance. It felt more than just sickening - the cheers from the audience to go through with it, the shockwaves sent through your body when you felt a hand caress your forearm. You wished it was anyone other than the guy in the kiss cam with you, his touch disgustingly gentle.

Your feeling didn't last long though as you noticed the guy's grip on you loosen significantly, his fingers trembling against your skin. It felt like there was a sudden chill all of sudden. He gulped, eyes locked onto whatever or whoever was behind you, towering over the both of you.

"Babe!" You cheer with a smile, your shoulders dropping and a sigh of relief escaping you. Barou's glare melted away at the sight of you, placing a reassuring pat on your shoulder - though, it didn't take a genius to sense the anger seething out of him. "I'll win the game for you later, go grab some snacks for yourself first, I'll pay."

You felt Barou place a cap on your head, pushing the peak of the cap down so you wouldn't be able to see the horrific scene in front of you. You could hear a yelp and, from the corner of your eye, you spotted blood. For a moment, you felt pity for the guy, but that quickly dissipated.

Ryusei Shidou

Being in a relationship with Shidou was like adopting a clingy, violent, rabid dog from the street. Did you love him? Absolutely, without a doubt. Did you question why you loved him every moment of the day? Hell fucking yeah. Every time he scored, he would stare in your direction and give you the biggest shit-eating grin ever. Having front-row seats only made it easier to hear him ramble and boast. Though, it did make you feel content to see him so motivated.

Oh boy, did that all change when the realization dawned on you - you were on a kiss cam with the person next to you. The gaudy effects and filters on the screen, the hearts littered across the panel of you and that poor person, you could feel a migraine kicking in as you imagined the scene Shidou would stir up.

A hand wrapped around your waist, yanking you away from the person. "Shidou, don't do anything stupid." You attempted to bring him back to his (nonexistent) senses, though it was in vain. He was already cracking his knuckles, a hand holding the collar of their shirt and his other hand balled into a fist.

Desperate times call for desperate measures - you try to reassure yourself as you pinch his earlobe and pull him close to you. You lower your voice to a whisper, a little flustered as you part your lips. "Score 10 more goals and win the match, then I'll spend the night with you."

Without a single atom of hesitation in his body, he let go of the person's collar - practically forgetting about their existence. Shidou's hands are on your waist, pressing kisses all over your face, his giggling paired with a dopey smile. "10 more goals and I'll have the best night of my life? You've got yourself a deal."

Sae Itoshi

This man is completely absorbed in his match, he couldn't care less or so he believed. However, that unpleasant, irked expression on his face when he saw you on the screen with another girl said otherwise. He could control himself, of course, hands tucked comfortably into his pocket to hide his clenched fists, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm, eyes lingering on the screen for a bit too long.

You make eye contact with the girl next to you and he notices it, his jaw clenching and his body tensing up. You talk to her for a moment shaking your head firmly right after. "I have a boyfriend."

His lips part and his shoulders drop, chin dipping down. The camera pans elsewhere and he scans the audience to find you, fishing his phone out from his pocket. You feel your phone buzz in your hand, instinctively checking it to see Sae message you.

"Don't scare me like that again."

He could see his favorite, oh-so-charming grin on your face, as you rested your chin on your palm. As your fingers gently tap against your phone screen, his gaze alternates between you and his phone screen. "Yessir <3"

He chuckles softly. "I'll treat you to something special after the game, be ready"

Rin Itoshi

He clicked his tongue when he saw you on the screen. Rin was already pissed with how the match was going, but seeing you on that idiotic kiss cam - not to mention, during the break from the match -only soured his rotten mood even more. His eyes narrow, the already secure grip he had on his phone hardening.

"Switch seats" You glanced at your phone, reading the message Rin sent. "Make sure that idiot doesn't try anything."

You smirk. The camera must have caught it because Rin immediately replied back, "What's with that smile?" Your hands lay on the armrests of your chair. Instead of moving like you were advised - no, instructed to, you melt deeper into the chair, really getting yourself comfortable.

"What are you trying?" He texts with one hand and the both of you hear the emcee announce that the game is starting where it originally left off.

You noticed his game has been a little off and while you weren't sure if it was nerves or the fact that you were watching, you wanted to provide your beloved boyfriend a boost of motivation. Crossing your legs, you text Rin after skimming through the messages he spammed you. "If you don't want this guy to try anything, you better wrap this match up quickly, good luck Rinrin <3"

Tucking your phone away, you stare as Rin dashes out first. He shoots you a glare paired with a smirk and an incredulous scoff. You check your phone for one last time to prepare yourself for an exhilarating match, humming to yourself as you notice a new message from Rin.

"You better keep your eyes on me, during the match and tonight as well"

[iwashie]

Thinking of lucky bastard Shidou Ryusei

Thinking of lucky bastard Shidou Ryusei, who is the biggest in football, has won so many awards that his bookshelf is packed, he can be good at everything, he is handsome and he can have everything and everyone in the palm of his hand. And it still has the best people as partners; Itoshi Sae and you are his real prizes.

Having both of you is like winning the lottery for him. You are everything he needs to survive, the basics of survival, affection, kisses, understanding, companionship, and a lot of horniness.

Oh, God, how you make him horny 24/7, tent pitched and climbing the walls at the sight of the two of you, together then... Shidou could cum just seeing the two of you together.

That’s what he always thought, watching you fuck, his hand massaging his cock calmly, his eyes glazed over you two and letting out moans from how hot the scene was.

The way Sae fucked you hard and fast, having you bouncing on top of his legs as he held you by the waist, your legs spread for Ryusei to see how his cock went in and out of you, splitting your lips as it went in and you moaned loudly, rolling your eyes, having all the fun while Ryusei just watched.

It wasn’t a problem for him to just watch the two of you, but the way your red, swollen vagina was calling out to him, your lonely clit humming for him to come closer and get a taste of the fun that made him rock hard.

You didn’t even notice when Ryusei approached. You only squealed when you felt his tongue on your clit, making you shiver and almost fall off Sae’s lap, earning a low curse and more brutality from the man who fucked you like a doll.

Damn, Ryusei licked you like you were ice cream, circling and sucking on your clit with alternating movements, his saliva dripping onto Sae’s cock that entered wetter, having you moaning loudly like a little bitch thirsty for your men.

You held Ryusei’s head glued to your vagina, your fingers squeezing the colored strands and rolling against his face and Sae’s cock, increasing the pleasure for everyone.

Ryusei spat into your vagina, watching the spit drip down to Sae’s cock and balls, and followed licking until he sucked a Sae’s ball, causing him to grunt loudly and speed up his movements. You stared into Ryusei’s bright eyes, watching him swallow Sae’s balls as you slid your hand and repeated Ryusei’s movements with your fingers, almost to the limit.

Sae’s cock slipped out of your vagina with the force he penetrated and you guided his cock into Ryusei’s open mouth, pushing his head until Sae’s cock disappeared and he thrusted against Ryusei’s face, with you still on top of him, pushing Ryusei’s head and two fingers inside you.

You could see the tears forming in the corner of Ryusei’s eyes and let go of his hair, letting him move on Sae’s cock as you moaned you were close, squeezing your own fingers and Sae squeezing your waist, legs shaking, also reaching the limit.

Ryusei smiled and showed his tongue covered with Sae’s, running down his chin and your squirt across his face. You got off Sae, throwing yourself into Ryusei’s arms and kissing him, tasting Sae who pushed his cum with two fingers down your throat and Ryusei’s when you two opened your mouths to him.

That was lucky bastard Shidou Ryusei’s real prize.