#shidou ryusei x you

[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

[ilsanslut]

꒷♡꒷ DOWN BOY!

♰ featuring: shidou ryusei [blue lock]

♰ note: i've been having unholy thoughts of feral/muzzled!shidou for the longest time now and was ITCHING to write this i stg that image of him in the manga in the straight jacket made ME feral. (spoilerss?????? ig???? not rlly???) but uhhh yeah, enjoy!

sypnosis: you want to try something different in the bedroom. your boyfriend is not happy about it in the slightest. wc: 4.8k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. fem/fem-bodied reader. switch!reader. switch!ryusei. bondage. use of handcuffs. use of a muzzle/restraint mask. use of cock rings. implied thick/chubby!reader. SHIDOU RYUSEI HIMSELF. feral!ryusei. slight pet play(?) (idk u make him whimper for u and refer to him as a dog/mutt). degradation. orgasm denial/edging. dry orgasms. ball-sucking. unprotected sex. big dick!ryu agenda! cervix-fucking. squirting. rough sex. dacryphilia. spanking. choking. creampie/breeding. cursing. excessive mentions of drool/saliva/spitting. groping. hair pulling. ONE cock slap.꒷꒦

“Babe, is all of this really necessary?”

Ryusei sighed in a bored tone as you clicked the second pair of fuzzy handcuffs around his slender wrist. You rolled your eyes as you straddled his naked waist, trying to figure out how to cuff the other end of the fluffy device to your shared headboard. He has been asking questions like this ever since you first suggested letting you top him.

Handcuffs, babe, really?

A cock ring—what is that supposed to be for?

Is that . . . Is that a muzzle?

Despite the fact that it seemed like he was asking you a never-ending stream of questions, you knew it was just his feeble attempt to try and sway you. It wouldn’t. However, you thought it was funny because, when you first suggested it, he was ecstatic at the prospect of you on top. He was, however, immediately protesting it after noticing all of the little toys and trinkets you pulled out to use on him. A black restraint mask that was intended to cover the lower half of his face and reveal his scowling lips, as well as handcuffs, a cock ring, and other items. It was no secret that he loved touching you, biting you, breeding you, and ravishing you any chance he got, and the fact that all of the items you brought prevented him from doing as he pleased annoyed him to no end.

Whatever the case, the mere thought of you domming him was enough to make him put up with this torture.

After figuring out how to cuff the handcuff to the bed, you grabbed both of Ryusei’s wrists and gave them a few firm tugs to make sure that they wouldn’t come undone. He, on the other hand, was more focused on your attire: a set of hot pink lacy lingerie that matched his eyes and perfectly complemented your skin tone. The sight of your full breasts dangling in his face was enough to arouse him, and the feeling of your thighs pressing against his sides had his semi-hard cock already straining against the fabric of his thin boxers.

Reaching to your side, you grabbed the black muzzle/mask that resembled the one he wore while being restrained in blue lock and secured it to his face. You noticed the irritated furrow of his brow, how his fuschia hues cast themselves elsewhere, away from you, and the way the corner of his lips pulled downward in an unamused frown. You could not help but giggle at him, finding it hilarious that your boyfriend was pouting so much over the fact that he could not touch you.

Placing two fingers along the side of his jaw, you turned his head to face your own, relishing in the way he purposely forced his eyes away from you so that he didn’t have to meet your gaze. “Aww, no need to look so pouty, Ryu.” You teased, mimicking his pout with a mocking one of your own. “Is the muzzle too tight on you, doggy?”

That caught his attention. His previously bored expression abruptly changed to one of vexation as his eyes darted to yours in a ferocious glare. His teeth bared at you from the mask's tiny bars, sharp canines clenched together from his indignation. He jostled under you in an attempt to lunge for you, but the cuffs held him taut.

Had he not been restrained, you knew that it would’ve been over for you if he managed to get his hands on you. You shifted your hips back to press down against his bulge, both of your hands resting against his muscled chest as you balanced yourself on top of him. Whatever curses he had on the verge of forming on his lips had died into a strangled moan. The sensation of your clothed pussy being pressed against his sensitive shaft had him reeling almost instantly into submission, causing you to smirk in triumph. He was always so easy to control when he was horny.

“That’s what I thought, pup.” You jabbed, patting him (condescendingly) lovingly atop his head, to which he responded with a small growl.

“Don’t push it, angel.”

Grinning impishly, you planted a kiss atop his mask, right where his lips should have been. From there, you continued to leave a trail of hot, slow kisses down his jaw, neck, chest, and abs until you reached your destination. Your minxish eyes locked onto his as your digits threaded themselves into the boxer's waistband. You then gently kissed the area where his tip, which was already dripping and staining the fabric, strained against the boxers. He tossed his head back with a groan, his cock twitching before you with anticipation. As you slowly pulled his boxers down his thighs, his cock would spring free, nearly slapping against your nose as it swayed erotically against Ryusei’s pelvis.

You couldn’t help but coo, watching as he twitched pathetically in front of you, aching for your touch. “You poor, poor thing. Already so pent up, and I’ve barely started touching you yet.” He didn’t respond to you, his hips bucking towards your face as you could feel his thighs spasming beneath you. “Too bad, you won’t be able to cum until I say so~.” Reaching into your collection of trinkets, you pulled out a pink silicone cockring and pinched it between your fingertips, holding it up tauntingly for him to see while sitting between his legs.

Ryusei reacted to this by whimpering indignantly, clenching his fists in the cuffs, and shaking his head with desperation. “B-Babe, c’mon. You don’t have ta’ do all of this.” He tried to reason with you, but you weren’t budging.

“Oh, but I do, Ryu~!” As you spoke, your voice was ablaze with glee. With one hand holding the base of his cock, you forced it to rise while using the other to place the cockring on his sensitive tip and roll it down at a rather agonizingly slow pace. The feeling of the tight ring sliding down his cock caused the blonde to hiss in both discomfort and pleasure as his heels dug into the bed and his hips bucked into your touch. “Think of it as my revenge for all the times you roped me into your horny little exhibitionist habits.”

“Oh, I’ll show you ‘revenge’ you little—”

You cut him off, unamused, with a firm squeeze of your digits around the cockring, making him toss his head back and cry out—a silent reminder that you were the one in control here. His cock twitched, his blushed tip turning an even darker shade of red as he was obviously pent up beyond relief.

“F-Fuck, fuck, okay! Y-Y/N, please, just do something!” He pleaded as he writhed beneath your now delicate touch, his hips thrusting into the air dryly. “Feels like I’m bouta’ explode here…”

Since you had already planned to do so, you decided to comply with his desperate pleas. You lean toward the underside of his cock and his two hairless balls, which have started to swell with his virile seed. You parted your lips, allowing your drooling tongue to lick over the seam of those fat orbs, drowning them with your skillful muscle and affection. Wrapping your lips around one of them, you suctioned it into your mouth, sensually rolling it around your tongue with a gentle hum that shot to his cock before moving on to the next one. Ryusei hissed, panting, his heels dug into the sheets, peering down at you through his blurry vision as you pleasured his balls.

You met his gaze with a wink as you placed a kiss on either one before proceeding upwards, slobbering along the underside of his length with your pillowy orifice until you reached his destined tip. Almost immediately, your soft brims enveloped around his cock, drawing inch by inch into your accommodating throat. Ryusei, the greedy slut that he was, started to desperately hump your face in an attempt to release the pressure he was feeling, but his efforts were in vain. While he was strong, he was heavily restrained in this position, and with your body weight pressing against his hips to keep them down, there was not much he could do.

“F-Fuck, babe, I-I can’t. Ngh, p-please. Your mouth feels s’fuckin’ good . . “ He babbled, drool pooling from his whimpering brims. He looked so pretty like this, begging for more, his face flushed as fat tears pooled in the corners of his eyes—you wanted to ruin him.

“Eyes on me, Ryu.” You ordered, your thumb rolling teasingly along his sensitive tip, and he tried. He really, really tried, but he was so stimulated that he couldn’t stop them from crossing and rolling in the back of his head. “C-Caan’t~!” He whined helplessly, his hips thrusting into your touch. “Y/N, I-I’m gonna…”

“I know, baby, do it. Come undone for me…” You purred as you wrapped your lips around his tip once more, this time going so far as to take him all the way to his base in one stroke, your pretty nose pressing against his pelvis and his fine patch of blonde hair. He throbbed against your soft tongue, his balls clenching and pulsing against your chin.

“T-The ring! God. Please, Y/N. Move the ring! W-Wanna cum down your throat . . . make a pretty mess of that f-fucking gorgeous face.”

You hummed with amusement, pulling your mouth off of his cock so that you could shake your head at him. Smirking sinfully, you sat up straight and vigorously pumped his shaft, much to his dismay. “Nu-uh. You can cum just like this baby or not at all.” More tears streamed from his eyes as you grinned cruelly at him, and his brims ripped with a howl of frustration and ecstasy.

“Y-Y/N, you f-fucking bi—” Your other hand cupped his balls while your busy hand tightened the squeeze on his cock, moving more forcefully. You're practically milking him now. “Ahn, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck~!”

As his orgasm finally overcame him, he abruptly lost his voice and began to violently convulse. His hips trembled and twitched in your hands. His thighs shook against yours as his back arched upward and his fists gripped the chains of the fuzzy handcuffs. His lips were drooling with saliva as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, and a series of whiny whimpers and moans escaped him. His body thrashed as he struggled to wriggle free of your vice grip, which was still relentlessly pumping him throughout his dry orgasm. As his release reverberated through him, you could feel his balls clench and his cock pulse in your palm, shooting fictitious ropes of cum. Funnily enough, despite his intense "cumming," he still remained rock-hard, with his cock still standing proud in your palm.

“You look so pretty like this, Ryu~” You purred, admiring his thoroughly blissed out expression. His eyes were unfocused and half-lidded, his cheeks were flushed a deep maroon, and his lips were glossy from drool and tinged red and swollen from him biting them. But when he heard your voice, he seemed to return to reality. "Y–Y/N . . . Let me the fuck out of these things now, or so help me, I will fucking murder you," he snarled, his teeth baring once again and his eyes narrowing into a furious glare as he tried to break free of his handcuffs and lunge at you.

His tone was serious, as were his words, but you knew he wouldn’t actually kill you . . . maybe.

You sighed, shaking your head a verbal rampage of swears and half-hearted threats continued to escape his lips. You raised your hand, placing a firm smack against his cock, the appendage slapping against his thigh with an audible “plap”. His body twitched once more, and he let out a mix of a snarl and a throaty groan simultaneously.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Ryu. You’re acting like some untamed mutt.” You muttered, enjoying in amusement at how his expression appeared to flare more from his outrage.

You stood on your knees between his legs, turning around so that your rear was facing him. Your thumbs hooked into the waistband of your lacey panties, sliding them down teasingly at an agonizing pace. When Ryusei saw your ample rear exposed to him, you could hear his breath catch in his throat. However, what really got his attention were the thin threads of translucent arousal that still connected your puffy folds to your panties. Of course, you would become aroused by his torment.

“Fortunately, I already possess the ideal remedy for taming feral creatures like you~.” You turned back to face him, crawling up his body until you were straddling his waist once more. Reaching for the restraint mask, you undid the buckle behind his mask, allowing it to slide away from his face and reveal the full extent of his drool-stained lips and chin. You smirked slyly as you balled up the panties in one hand and grabbed Ryusei's cheeks in the other, squeezing until his jaw finally gave way enough for you to stuff your panties into his mouth. He was glowering at you with promised malice. You were certain that if looks could kill, you would be long dead, but so be it. You leaned down and gently kissed his nose, to which he growled in response.

Returning to your original position lower on his body, you turned around so that he would be able to see your ass perfectly as you straddled his waist. Your digits took hold of his sensitive length and guided it up to your plump folds as your hips rose, before slowly and delightfully lowering yourself onto it. Both of you released guttural moans from the intrusion as Ryusei’s cock filled you inch by inch until you had finally settled on his hilt. The feeling of being filled to the brim by his cock elicited nothing but a loud, pornographic mewl of absolute ecstasy from your lips. Behind you, you could hear your partner making strangled groans, and you could feel him trembling beneath you. He was pleading with you to move, to do anything, from behind the makeshift gag. Of course, you willingly obliged because you were as desperate as he was.

You made an arch in your back and began to rock your hips back and forth and up and down along his cock, your hands on his thighs, as you began to ride him within an inch of his life. Your ass pounded rhythmically on his pelvis, the rather obscene sound reaching both of your ears as it reverberated off the bedroom walls, encouraging you to go faster and harder. When you heard Ryusei's choked and muffled groans, you couldn't help but clench tightly around his cock. His inability to do anything but watch as your ass rippled against his pelvis while pinned beneath you, along with the sensation of his cock hitting those deep sweet spots inside of you, enthralled you with euphoria. You could tell he was getting ready for another dry release because you could feel his still-sensitive cock throbbing inside of you with need and because of the way he suddenly began to thrash behind you.

“Settle down, Ryu.” You chided gently through your breathless pants and pleasured moans, slowing your pace so you could instead rock your hips along his own, grinding yourself delightfully against him. “Or else I might not let you—”

SNAP!

“. . .Cum.”

Your hips slowed to a halt, breath catching in your throat as the sound of something metallic snapping was audible. You were not a moron; you were perfectly aware of what that noise was. You slowly turned to look over your shoulder at the offender as if it were a scene from a horror film, only to find that your worst suspicions had been proven correct. Ryusei sat partially upright, one end of the fuzzy cuffs still fastened to the bed, it’s chain severed, and the other still connected to his wrist—his chest rising and falling erratically from his heavy panting. His face contorted into a mask of fury, his brows furrowing in a dark storm. His eyes were wild and alight with some kind of feral sadistic glee, blazing with an intensity that was both frightening and arousing. His lips were furrowed between a joker-like grin and a ferocious snarl as his sharp canines bared along the fabric of your panties, which were still balled in his mouth.

Oh, he was going to fuck you up.

“R-Ryusei . . .” You stuttered, your voice soft and already pleading, as though you were trying to reason with a feral beast.

His movements were nearly faster than sound, and he remained silent as his now-unbound hand grabbed the wrist that was still restrained and pulled it free with a single, powerful tug.

He was free.

Silence filled the room you two were in as neither of you uttered a word—you not daring to speak, and Ryusei was too busy savoring your fear to ruin his moment. Panic etched deep lines onto your face as your heart skipped a beat, and terror surged through your veins like ice. His cock, still nestled deep inside of you, twitched. He was getting aroused by this.

You scrambled to get off of him, like an imaginary gunshot signaling the start of the race, with every intention of running as far away from him as you could, but it was futile. You could not compare to him in terms of strength or speed. The instant you turned to flee, he was tackling you down to the mattress, causing you to scream in a combination of surprise and terror.

“Oh, nah, baby. Where you goin’?” He started after removing his panties from your mouth, placing them mockingly beside your head as he pressed his full weight into you. He had a hand placed firmly between your shoulder blades, and both of his thighs were caging your own to keep you pinned beneath him. “You don’t get to put me through all of this shit.” He paused, giving you a harsh thrust to accentuate his point, which drew a breathless gasp from you. “And think that you get to run away with your tail tucked between these pretty legs.” He snarled, leaning so close to you that you could feel his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“R-Ryu, I-I’m sorry!” You whined as you writhed beneath him, attempting to save yourself from whatever impending hell he was going to put you through.

He cackled deviously, tossing his head back in pure, unadulterated lunacy while he pulled his cock from your dripping folds. “Oh, are you?” He would inquire, a faux pout on his lips as he grabbed that stupid ring you had on his cock and pulled it free with a grunt despite the pain. “Ohh, fuck yeah. Can finally breathe.” He breathed as pre drooled from his tip.

“Y-Yes! I just wanted to have a little fun with yo—”

He interrupted you with a hard smack to your ass, causing you to sob aloud. “Fun? You call that fun, babe?” He snarled, fisting at your tresses and yanking your head back so that your ear was once again against your lips. “I’ll show you fuckin’ fun.”

You squealed as his two large, strong hands seized your hips, forcing you to rest on your knees. Before you could regain your bearings, his hand pressed against the back of your skull and pushed your face harshly into the sheets. Once in position, he pressed his hips against your own, laying his cock over your ass and thrusting languidly against your pillowy cheeks. He took two large handfuls of your rear and began groping and kneading the flesh with his hands, giving you a few heavy smacks here and there until your cheeks were turning red and you were a whimpering mess.

“Such a pretty ass here you have, baby.” As his thrusting grew faster between your cheeks, you felt the blunt head of his tip press against your puckered hole. “Maybe I’ll have fun with you here instead…”

Your breath hitched in your throat, craning your head to the side so that you could see him peering down maliciously at you from over the swell of your ass. You were no stranger to Ryusei's sex escapades, but anal was something the two of you had yet to explore because the thought of all the preparation and pain frightened you to the core. He was aware of this, which is why his grin became more deviant when your eyes met and he noticed the worried gaze.

“Ryu, n-no, I-I can’t, I’m not ready—!”

He tossed his head back with malicious laughter once more, clearly enjoying your torment as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against your puckered hole, but he never applied enough force to break the resistance.

“You’re so pretty, y’know that, princess?” One of his hands left your ass to seize your hair in a vice-like grip again, pulling you up so that your back was flush against his chest. His other hand reached for your chin, lanky digits gripping your cheeks and puckering your lips in an adorable manner. It was undeniable how his fuschia hues seemed to glow brighter with desire at the sight of your soft, glossy brims. “Makes me wanna fuck ya up even more . . “

He grumbled, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate liplock. It was clumsy, messy, and full of lewd tongue-to-tongue contact between Ryusei and you. He claimed your brims, ramming his long tongue deeper into your drooling maw as his tongue tangled with your own. He drew it out of your mouth, sharp incisors gnawing teasingly on the soft muscle while greedy brims sucked hungrily on your flesh, eager for more of your taste. It was hard to breathe. He was suffocating you, and yet you were enjoying every minute of it.

When he finally pulled away, several thin strings of drool connected your lips to his own, to which he would grin and place another sloppy smooch on your lips again. Keeping your lips puckered, he would apply more pressure to your cheeks until your pliant jaw fell slack. He pursed his own lips, drawing up saliva in his mouth, before his long tongue saliciously lulled out of his mouth, globs of drool rolling from his maw and into your own, which you would obediently swallow, having performed this action for him plenty of times before.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, placing two firm smacks against your round cheeks, making you keen and flinch. “Such an obedient little slut, f’me.”

The hand in your hair jerked you around again, forcing you back into the sheets before you could protest as he pressed his full weight against you, hips flush against yours—the ideal position for a prone bone. Keeping you pinned beneath him, he raised his hips so that he could line himself up with your entrance before slowly, tantalizingly sinking the entirety of his length into you. The position, combined with the delectable curve of Ryusei's cock, had you gasping with delight as you felt his cock caressing the deepest parts of you.

“Hah, shit~.” He drawled into your ear as his hips suddenly slammed forward with a single, savage thrust. His glans slammed into your cervix in a single smooth thrust, digging into the squishy entrance to your womb as if trying to pry you open, his cock's curves perfectly hugged by the pleats and folds of your pussy. His pace was sloppy and uncoordinated at first—each roll of his hips was frenzied and rough, as if the only thing on his mind was punishing your poor little pussy for the torment you had inflicted on him only moments before.

Your cries and wails of pleasure echoed off your walls, and you made a mental note to make amends to your neighbors later in the week. However, you were too preoccupied with Ryusei's cock bullying into your pussy to think about anything else.

The hand that forced your head into the sheets was snaking itself around your neck, the crease of his forearm and elbow resting snugly against your windpipe as he began to squeeze. To add to his brutality, he balled the fist of the arm that held you taught and used his other crease to pull it back, effectively locking you into an unforgiving headlock that made your toes curl and your moans catch in your throat. You couldn’t breathe, but damn did it feel good.

“What was it that you called me, babe?” He snarled beneath a mix of heavy grunts and growls, his teeth scraping against the shell of your ear. “A ‘mutt’ was it? Hm?” He inquired, applying more pressure to your throat as he continued to rut relentlessly against your ass, audible claps sounding with each pound. “Well, woof, woof, bitch.”

His words made you whimper as your cheeks burned with shame. You felt a tinge of regret, but it was quickly overshadowed by the immense pleasure you felt. As his grip tightened on you, your nails bit into his forearms, scratching against his bronzed flesh. You clenched around him, your lips forming a perfect 'o' shape as black spots darted across your vision—the asphyxiation only added to your pleasure.

“S-So fuckin’ tight now.” He groaned blissfully, loosening his grip so that you wouldn’t pass out when he noticed you beginning to go limp. With your newly acquired oxygen, you gasped for air and cried out in pleasure, fat tears welling up in your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “Gonna milk every last drop out of me, aren’t ya? Greedy slut.”

“Yes, yes! ahn~! R-Ryu, I-I’m gonna cum!!”

He chuckled as he listened to your cries, using the hand that was not around your throat to stuff two digits into the side of your mouth, pulling on your cheek to fish-hook your soft cheeks. “Yeah? Not until you bark for me, you’re not.”

“W-What . . ?”

“You heard me, bitch. Bark. You wanna cum, don’t you? Make a pretty mess of my cock, hm?”

You obviously hesitated, having never done anything like this before, but when you felt his cock angle just right to pummel into that sweet spot deep inside of you, you threw all logic and reasoning out the window. “Arf! A-Ah, fuck . . arf!" You hoped and prayed that it would be enough to please him—that it would be enough to finally let you cum.

Luckily for you, it was. Cackling cruelly, he shook your head back and forth dumbly, your tongue lulling out of your mouth to lap at his fingers. “That's it. That’s a good little pup. Go on, cum for me, doll.”

You did so gratefully; your moans mixed with babbles of useless speech along the lines of “thank you” and “m’sorry”. Your body would twitch and convulse, your mouth dropping open, as your fluids once more started to stick to his pelvis from the way she creamed around his pistoning cock. Your teary eyes could not register their surroundings, nor could your brain register Ryusei slamming his cock's head firmly against your squishy cervix, pumping you full of his seed.

“F-fuck, fuckk~.” He hissed into your ear, his arm tightening around your throat as his orgasm washed over him. “Love the way this pussy squeezes me, creamin’ all around my fat cock . .” He panted, pressing soft yet sloppy kisses against your ear and cheek.

He let you go in an instant, allowing your exhausted body to fall slack on the sheets before you, gradually regaining your bearings as you came down from your high. Ryusei rose from you, kneeling on the backs of your thighs, watching as his cock slid languidly free from your sopping cunt, slapping against your ass once free. A twisted grin spread across his face as he watched his thick cum slide out of you, the steaming milky white substance gliding over your throbbing clit and puffy folds, contrasting with your complexion in a way that was completely addicting to him—enticing even. Your soft whines would bring him back to reality.

“Ryuu . .” Your gentle voice called out to him as you peered over your shoulder. He noticed your glassy eyes and tears running down your cheeks, your puffy lips pouting, and your cute nose sniffling. “. . .You’re heavy.”

“Yeah? Y’didn’t seem ta’ have a problem with it earlier when I was tearing this sweet little ass up, pretty thing.” He remarked, placing a light love tap on your reddened ass.

"That was before the post-nut clarity hit," you said, your brow furrowed with mock irritation, squirming around as you tried to crawl out from under him. “Now get upp~! I wanna take a bath.”

“Oh?” There was something chilling behind his tone, something that stopped you in your efforts. Ryusei towered over you once more, placing both of his palms next to your head as his powerful forearms encircled you. Something heavy—phallic—pressed against you. It was undeniable. He was hard again.

“And who said I was done with you, Angel?”

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[saerotonins]

do you feel like an idiot?

ft. itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, barou shoei x gn!reader (separate)

c/w: fluff

note: why do i feel like this looks like i have my favorites

[pashminalamb]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟏

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢, 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟐𝟏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟓.𝟕𝐤.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐌𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐮𝐛 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 !!

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

Maybe it was the Universe’s way with you for the enjoyable time you had in your school years, making friends and going to the arcade with them after classes or the years of school that you had taken for granted, the road to university becoming more dangerously narrow as you had the pressure of a system and society on you. And along with that came the rough shoulder pushes that made you spill your books onto the floor or even with your knees meeting the tiles of the hallway on certain days of shared classes with a mean stare from green eyes of a familiar classmate,

Itoshi Sae.

He didn’t even bother to apologize, looking down at you while people stopped to stare with their worried gaze while the others laughed. You didn’t know how or why you had got yourself into this predicament, yet if there was one thing you knew it was the fact that Itoshi Sae was the bane of your existence.

“And your lab partner is… Itoshi Sae.”

You groaned as the teacher stared at you through her glasses, closing the book with a fold on her palm, the sound of the shutting of pages leaving no room for argument as you looked on helplessly. It wasn’t long till he had made a rude appearance, sliding a book across the table, making it fall to the ground to capture your attention.

“You can give her puppy eyes as much as you want; it won’t get any work done. And I’d rather get something done than not having the best grade. If you try to damage my reputation in any way, I will not hesitate to put you in your place, dog.” he stated, green eyes narrowing at you as he kicked away at the fallen book.

Even if he was your lab partner, he never hesitated in making your life even more difficult, dropping test tubes onto the floor, causing the teacher to shake her head as she scolded the both of you for breaking equipment. Yet, he showed no remorse, going back to his bullish ways, this time taking the extra mile to make you spill soda on your white lab coat.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole!” you yelled, crushing the can and throwing it at him as he dodged it. Not wanting it to stain you rushed to the girl’s bathroom washing the coat under the sink. Luckily, it was the end of the day for you, giving you time to dry it when you reached your dorm room. Pushing open the door, you took the right, heading for the doors that lead to the exit of the building, before you were pulled in with a rough grip into the boys bathroom, a strong hand pulling you the head of the person seeming a familiar dyed red into one of the bathroom stalls, pushing you in with force as he came behind you, locking the door in place.

“Look, Itoshi- I don’t have time to play your fucking games-”

Placing a firm hand against your lips, his eyes stared into yours, wide yet grim.

“Shut the fuck up.” he said firmly, body pressing into yours as he pressed his hand further on your lips. “You have quite the attitude on you.” he added, hand on your blouse as he clenched his fist on it, pulling the tucked fabric out of your pants.

“Throwing a soda can at me. You think I’d let you get away with that?” he asked grimly, his hand moving from the waistband of your pants onto your stomach as you stared at him with wide eyes, your one hand moving to the hand that was over your mouth to remove it while the other was placed on his hand that was circling around your belly button.

“Look into my eyes.” he commanded you. Not listening to him, he removed his hand, pinching your cheeks together while your hand held tightly onto his wrist and his other dug into the side of your waist.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he said, squishing your cheeks together. “Say yes if you understand.”

You were starting to get pissed off.

Moving your hand from his wrist, you moved it to his throat, your fingers squeezing the column of his throat while the other let go of his hand on your stomach, moving towards his sweater, fingers slipping into the holes that it had, hand forming into a fist as the threads of the sweater threatened to rip. Catching him off guard, you turned your face, slipping it out of his touch, pulling him closer to your face.

“No, I don’t understand. After tormenting me so much, you must be a fool to think I would give into your demands, Itoshi.” you scoffed, his lips close to yours. “After the amount of times you pushed me down in the hallway, shoved me to the ground, costing me my dignity and pride, you really thought you had the upper hand? After getting scolded by the teacher when you broke things, you thought you could make me submit?” you taunted, hand moving from his throat to his hair, pulling back as he moaned.

“Answer me, slut.”

He said nothing, making you pull his hair harder as he shut his eyes and moaned, his hands moving the sides of your blouse, pulling at it.

“You can't, can you? Could’ve been a good boy and asked me nicely, but no.” you said, hands letting loose on his hair as his eyes opened to see you. “Had to go about it the reverse way. What did you fantasize about? Pinning me against the wall and letting you have your way with me while I stayed pretty for you and made the right sounds like - Ahhh” you moaned, making his green eyes stare at you with shame as a blush spread across his face, inciting a chuckle out of you.

“Well, if my attention is all you wanted, you didn’t have to go as far as pushing me on the ground, Itoshi- “ you said, closing in on his face, kissing his lips, feeling him give into you as he slipped his tongue onto yours, pushing you back with the intensity of it. Breaking away from the kiss you watched him in his drunken gaze as he moved to your lips for more.

“Ah ah ah.” you tutted as he scrunched his eyebrows at you.

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes, it won’t get any work done.” you mocked, repeating the lines he said from the other day, his eyes widening at the recall of it. “Remember something else you said the other day?” you added, hand placed on his chin to make him look at you.

“Let me rephrase that. It doesn’t matter that you’re on your way to becoming a football star, or you have more wealth than I do nor does it matter that you consider yourself better than me. Get in my way… and I'll make sure to break you. Break you until you’re nothing but begging me to stop. Are we clear on that?” you asked grimly. Hand going to his neck as he glared at you, you cupped it, your thumb stroking the pale flesh of it.

“I asked you a question. Keeping your silence isn’t going to do shit and neither is your pathetic excuse of a glare.” you chuckled, making him smack your hand as he tried to regain his composure. Picking up your lab coat off the ground, you turned to leave.

“Make it any harder for me and I will not hesitate to put you in your place, whore.” you said, unlocking the door as your heart raced from both the adrenaline and the fact that you had managed to face him, leaving him alone in the bathroom stall. Reaching your dorm you were both relieved and in a state of shock at the events that had transpired in the quiet bathroom stall of the university; while Sae had a hardon to deal with, moaning and whining into the pillow of his dorm room while his roommate was gone. His hand gave a slow tease to his cock as he remembered your words;

‘Answer me, slut.’

“Aha-”

‘Don’t give me those puppy eyes, it won’t get any work done.’

“Nh- hah”

‘Get in my way… and I'll make sure to break you. Break you until you’re nothing but begging me to stop.’

“Hah- ha-”

‘Are we clear on that?’

“Fucking bitch- hah hah-” he cursed, his hand moving up and down his naked cock, wet noises filling the empty room as he fantasized about you calling him your good boy, his heart racing at the thought of it yet his brain refusing to give into the tempting thought of you.

‘Make it any harder for me and I will not hesitate to put you in your place, whore.’

He could feel himself inching closer and closer, his stubbornness making him shake his head to get the thoughts of you out of it. Yet he couldn’t, his back arching off the bed, his chest heaving at the thought of you praising him, taking his cock into your mouth, your eyes looking seductively into his as your hand stroked his thigh.

‘You can be a good boy for me can’t you?’ his thoughts giving him an image of you behind his eyelids as he tried to recreate an image of you. ‘See? You’re so good when you behave for me.’ you said, hand teasing his cock, his mind trying to remember the feeling of your hand, slowly choking him as you pumped him, your hand moving up and down his cock, lathering the surface of it with his leaking precum.

‘Cum for me.’

“Hhhh- ahhh”

‘Cum for me, Sae.’

“Nhhaaahh-”

‘Cum for me, my filthy slut.’

“Fuck-” he cursed, hand pumping his cock quickly until he had cum all over it, his messy hand giving shallow pumps as some of it spilled onto the expanse of his abdomen that had a light sheen of sweat. Opening his eyes, his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, angry at himself with the clench of his jaw at losing himself in you, yet the feeling of seeing you again lingered; a notification from his phone catching him off guard.

‘Meet me at the library tomorrow. Finish at least 3k words regarding the content of the assignment based on the research conducted while I’ll handle the rest. And get your laptop with you.’

Clicking his phone shut, Sae pulled up his boxers and pajamas, throwing on a loose tee to sit at the desk as he typed away at his laptop, a thought coming to mind.

If he were to piss you off with mistakes in his research… Would you stick to your word and break him?

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 :

There were plenty of odd people that you had come across in your life such as the old lady who would give you a mean stare as she held her cat, watching you from her patio while you were walking on the curb to go home or old man who would run after you when you rode your bicycle on the grass of his neatly trimmed lawn on a summer dare your friends had given you. Despite growing up and enrolling into university, it was safe to say you had seen enough odd cases such as Emiko,your roommate who had a habit of scribbling her pointy pencil to a blunt point at the back of her notebook before writing a note down.

The world was plenty of odd people, yet the oddest case of them all had to be that of your biology classmate;

Shidou Ryusei.

He had been popular and had everything in life going for him such as a football career from clubs that were scouting for him and maintaining a high status in university, getting invited to parties every other night. Rather than scaring off the students with the footage of him being muzzled in the locker room, keeping him from moving for he had a violent tendency on the field, losing his sanity at the sight of the ball when it was in his line of sight for a goal, delivering a kick so powerful that it scared yet thrilled the crowd; not to mention the fact that he was a party animal. Rather than the alcohol he could tolerate influencing his image, it did nothing but bring him more invitations.

Interacting with such people was never your strongest pursuit; often choosing to stay away from them as they had a poor attitude and were often looked down upon by elders, yet trouble always seemed to find you within the confines of the campus, even as Ryusei had poured soda on your book bag, while the others around him cheered him or stared at him in horror yet couldn’t do anything as they stood frozen to their spot rather than helping you, afraid of what he could do to them.

“Oh? What’s wrong, smart mouth?” he cooed, giving a mean grin as he emptied the can of pink soda that would no doubt stain your canary colored satchel and seep through the pages of your book. “Aren’t you always answering in Biology class? Raising your pathetic little arm when the teacher asks a question? Whatever happened to that hm?”

You grit your teeth as he dropped the can next to your drenched satchel in mockery, shoving your shoulder as he walked past you. People continued to watch while some smirked at your figure when you rushed to kneel on the floor, one hand pulling away at the wet cloth of your bag and the other pulled out your books, your shoulders dropping in relief that the only thing that had been stained were the corners of it and not the edges.

The next day, there was a new transfer student in class as he waved nervously and introduced himself as Ayato to the class. You were never one to wish ill on anyone, yet the hope lingered that the new student would be the subject of Ryusei’s torments for all you wanted was to study in peace and move up the ladder in society, hoping to earn a good salary that could buy you a comfortable house- a thought that had fueled you work harder rather including the want of independence from the miserable dorm room, and a job that was decent to meet both your daily and luxurious needs.

Was having a peaceful youth while studying to achieve a dream too much to ask for?

The thought made you groan internally as you laid your head on your desk the bell for a break ringing in the background as you rubbed your forehead into the pages of your notebook until the feeling of your chair being kicked hard came from behind, making it lose balance as you fell down to the ground, the wood of the leg of the chair cracked under its impact. You rubbed your lower back that ached from the fall, eyes shifting to the teacher’s desk that was empty. Looking up you saw the figure of none other than Shido, dropping a book and kicking it in your direction.

“Get that done in two days. And if you don’t… can’t say what will happen to you.” he stated grimly, sticking his tongue out as he walked away from your form. Your ass sore from the fall, you stood up taking the help of the corner of your desk as the new student came to your aid.

“Do you need to see the nurse?”

“I’m fine. Don’t come near me or you’ll be the next thing.” you said, ruffling your shirt, picking up the book and walking towards your dorm, deciding to skip out on the next few classes, unaware that Ryusei watched the interaction between the two of you.

“You sure you want to sit this one out?” Emiko asked, reaching the doors of the house that had blaring music coming from inside, one of the students looking like he was ready to throw up in the bushes around the house; Ayato holding his shoulder as he waved at you while you returned the gesture.

“Just come in. You can be the sober one and drive us home rather than me having to call you up.” Emiko whined.There were times you had seen her drunk before , her movements sloppy as she stayed laying on the floor. Looking away from her to the chaos inside the house, you watched as people drank and created scenes while others cheered them on.

You couldn’t leave her alone in this condition.

“Fine. I’ll come with you.” you gave in, walking past the threshold of the house, moving between the bodies of people, your face contorting into the expression of discomfort as you felt a push and shove, trying to make it on the other side of the room. Wading through the crowds, you kept a watchful eye on Emiko as she danced with a stranger while your other hand scrolled away at your phone; Ayato coming to stand next to you.

“It’s pretty loud in here isn’t it?” he asked awkwardly, making you chuckle.

“Seems like you’re the stickler for the rules, but I can tell that small talk isn’t your strongest pursuit.” you remarked, making him rub the back of his head. “You can relax around me, Ayato.”

“Am I that easy to read?” he asked, taking a sip from his can of beer.

“A magician never reveals her tricks.” you said with the shrug of your shoulders, the noise in the background becoming louder as someone fell onto your back, drenching your pants with alcohol. Groaning, you shook your leg both in disgust and annoyance.

“I’ll be right back.” you told Ayato, heading towards the hallway of the house, opening doors to find the bathroom until you turned the knob of the right one.

Stepping in you grabbed tissues, running it under cold water, a poor attempt to wipe away at the alcohol on your pants. It wasn’t save all, but it was better than nothing, not wanting it to stain and smell like you had stepped into beer when you were perfectly sober. Hearing the click of the door open, you remembered that you had forgotten to lock it in your haste.

“Its occupied.” you said lowly enough for the person to hear, yet it didn’t stop the sound of footsteps from circling around you, clicking the door shut in place, a heavy arm coming around you. Looking up from the sink you watched as Ryusei cocked his head to the side, a hand on a lollipop that was in his mouth while the other was hanging loosely around your neck, his gaze staring into yours.

“What's smart mouth doing at a party like this? Don’t you have a curfew to get to?” he sneered looking at your reflection. “Hmm? And what about my work? Are you done with that yet?”

Dropping his arm from around you, he stepped behind you, resting both his arms on either side of you, holding his lollipop in front of you.

“Open your mouth and say ahhh ” he commanded, sticking his tongue out while pushing the sticky sweet candy on your lips. Angry that you weren’t ready to open your mouth, he squished your cheeks together with his free hand, fingers digging into your cheeks to make your mouth form an ‘o’ shape, pushing the blue colored lollipop in, moving the stick back and forth.

“Seems like you can suck on something-” he teased, testing your patience;

Until you had enough. Lifting your foot, you brought it down on his foot, making him cry out in pain as he stumbled back a few steps. Spinning on your heel, you caught him by his shirt bringing him eye level with you. Using your other hand, you repeated the same action as he had done with you, squishing his cheeks together as he furrowed his eyebrows, his hands clawing at your coat, the lollipop falling on the ground with a clatter.

Collecting saliva at the tip of your tongue you let it fall sweetly into his mouth until you were satisfied, the sound of you spitting on his tongue being heard around the room.

“Swallow it.” you ordered, watching the bob of his adam’s apple after he had done as you wished.

“Seems like the bitch can listen.” you said lips coming close to his jaw as you licked up a stripe. Moving south, you rubbed the tip of your nose against the skin of his exposed neck, you made him shiver. Running your tongue over it, you heard a hint of a whimper before biting down on it, making him moan.

“That’s what you get for spilling soda on my bag.”

Running your tongue on the bite mark you made, you sucked on the area, making sure to leave a deep purple bruise as he clenched

“Want me to mark you up and let you know who do you moan for?” you taunted, leaving a searing kiss to the now bruised skin that would only turn darker with time.

“Imagine what people are gonna think? Feral Shido was tamed none other than his victim- (y/n); who he bullies everyday. Won’t that be something for people to discuss?” you added, chuckling as he stared at you with half lidded eyes, lust present in them, his hands circling around your waist to bring you closer to him. Placing a knee on his crotch, you applied light pressure, rubbing the surface of your knee up and down, making his grip come loose, his forehead coming into contact with yours, his breath playing on your lips.

“Look at you. Can’t believe this is the same dog they muzzled in the back of the locker rooms just because he lost in the field.” you said, lips moving to leave more marks on the other side of his neck. “You can be an obedient bitch for me can’t you?”

“Ah” Ryusei moaned, one arm coming to your waist while the other pressed behind your head, wanting to have you as close as possible, moving his head back, to give more space to have your way with him.

“Who said you could touch me, brat?” you growled, grabbing his hand from the back of your head, placing it on the wall beside him; leaning more of your body weight forward, moving your thigh against his clearly hard cock that was constrained by the black pants he wore. Ryusei’s chest heaved as he felt you press more of yourself into him, a rush of warmth spreading across his face, feeling feverish at your touch until you had pulled away, your lips placed on his. The kiss started off slow, becoming more sensual with the passing of time as his arms came to your shoulders, hsi face leaning forward into yours, tongue sliding over tongue when you pulled away with a teasing bite to his lip.

You moved back, taking in the picture of the flustered man in front of you with a hardon.

“Where are you going?” he asked, an arm reached out towards you. “We’re not done yet.”

“I think we are. When I fell to the ground after you kicked my chair, you weren’t there to lift me up were you?” you asked with a smirk making its way to your face.

Opening the door, you stepped back, closing the door once you stepped out with a tiny crack in it as Ryusei blinked at you, confused at the predicament he had found himself in.

“You better take care of that. Don’t want to walk out with a tent in your pants neither do you want to keep someone waiting outside, do you?” you chuckled, closing the door and walking away.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

Studying at an establishment was a tedious task, but studying in a fine establishment was another feat as students passing by stared at you, a hand on their mouth to cover their laugh as you couldn’t tell the difference between the right forks and spoons, each defined by their function or the way you dressed, simplicity standing out in a sea of grandiosity.

You were an odd one and you knew that, whispers about your father’s line of work circulating wherever you went. It didn’t stop there, you often found your things vandalized, hands finding themselves in a wet puddle of white paint as you stuck your hand into your bag during the first week of university when you had left it unattended at your desk, the desk spray painted in red with the words “Slut” and “bitch” along with the terribly made portrait of a clown causing uncomfort among the teachers as they passed by your desk; powerless to do anything about this as their salaries depended on the students and their families, the prominence of capitalism making its mark on the education system making you scoff. It was very difficult to figure out the doer of such heinous acts, making your life in university difficult with each passing day.

Michael Kaiser.

Despite ruining the image of the perfect child born with a silver spoon, he had it going for him; with teachers who did not bat an eye to his notorious nature, turning every low grade into an excellent one while the others who didn’t meet the tier fell below him. The rotten system made you grit your teeth as he smirked at your miserableness, lips curling and exposing his pearly whites as he was given his test that he didn’t have to try too hard in, the answer key arranged by one of his minions that was on a payroll from his endless pit of wealth while your eyebrows furrowed at the average grade you received even if you had given it your best and were positive you’d get good grades this time like you had promised yourself the previous. Torments during lunch break wasn’t anything new, the dumping of buckets of water over your form as you occupied a bathroom stall that made you catch a cold when you walked home shivering, irritation spreading through your body as you clenched your fist, willing yourself to get through the year until the goal of having an impressive resume was reached. A dream that you were ambitious in achieving yet it seemed far away; your dreams being crushed with the amused laughter of none other than Kaiser who had managed to turn the classroom itself into a puppet show to entertain himself. It was unfair and rotten to say the least.

Yet everything played out beautifully in this flawed system for Kaiser.

“You never seem to give up. Must I strip you bare and present you before everyone? You’ve even fallen below the status of a court jester.” he remarked, pouring milk over your textbook while Ness watched helplessly, not daring to utter a word that would question his loyalty to kaiser, a smile plastered on his face as he watched the blonde empty an entire box of milk on your desk, raising an eyebrow at you. Not uttering a word, you looked to the side as you felt him place a hand on you, wiping away the drops of milk that clung to his fingers onto your top.

"I'll make you kneel before me."

“Pathetic.”

You clench your fists in frustration and anger. With every passing day since then, the dream of wanting to finish business school on a scholarship, a letter of recommendation and an interview seeming pointless under the torment Kaiser and his puppets had caused you.

You could do this, just another ten months.

Your resolve crumbled at the sight of your research and project papers being mixed with glue as Ness and Kaiser watched over the students get their hands messy. Your eyes watered at the sight of the hard work and progress you had made weeks prior getting wasted in a tub of glue, wiping your eyes off traitorous tears, you were quick to leave, wanting to take a break from the university and everything that came with it. Maybe spending a free evening wouldn’t hurt; getting back home to work on your assignments and projects again. Sending a quick text to your family, informing them that you would arrive home late that night.

Rather than going to the club like some people under stress would, you decided to spend your time at the local library, reading through comfort books, even if it were children’s picture books, a drink along with it as you curled your toes on the sofa, getting comfortable into the plush cushions of it. After having emptied your cup, you placed it on the table, getting up and going to fetch another book from the shelf. Stumbling on the shelf, a shadow of someone approaching behind you fell on the shelf in front, making you aware of their presence, your heart racing at the thought of turning back to take a look. Arms coming on either side of you, you noticed the familiar tattoo of vines that disappeared into glove-covered hands that were placed on either side of the shelf, trapping you between a tall yet muscular build, making sure that you had no space to move.

“Never thought I’d find you here of all places, peasant.”

Clenching your jaw you grimaced at your own luck, wanting to break away from your tormentor, escaping into a library that was distant from your home yet not a hassle to go back. Placing the book into the shelf you turned around to face him, you watched as his blue eyes stared into yours, eyebrows raised as if he were expecting some kind of a revelation from you. Raising your hands, you struck his elbows, making a shiver crawl up his spine as he stared at your bold move. Never before had you raised your hands at him, the gesture catching him off guard.

“You felt a shiver didn’t you?” you asked, taking a step towards him, making him take on back. “That’s called the funny bone. It’s the skin over the ulnar nerve that’s embedded in the region of your elbow. When hit, struck or knocked, it can create a feeling of numbness or pain.” you said, making him hit his back on a wall, his hands placed awkwardly on either side of him.

“Aren’t you a footballer?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as his blue eyes had taken a shade darker, avoiding your gaze. “You should be knowing this.” you added, reaching for the phone in your pocket, opening the camera of it.

“Just like how you should be knowing this-” you said, hands reaching for the nape of his neck, as Michael straightened his back, inching away from your hand until you let your hands sink into the tresses of his soft hair, fingers tugging at the roots of his hair, making him lean into your touch, his eyes closed and mouth parted as you held your phone up to record him. Using the pads of your fingers, you scratched at his scalp lightly, making him groan, your heart racing equally fast from the thrill and fear of being caught. Hand traveling from the back of his head, you slipped a thumb between his parted lips. Expecting for him to show defiance and bite down on your thumb, you were surprised to find him sucking on the digit, eyes seductively staring into yours, until they widened at the sight of you recording it.

“What the fuck do yout think you’re doing?” he asked, while you shoved your thumb further into his mouth, making him choke in surprise as you clicked your phone shut, pocketing it quickly.

“You sounded much better when you didn’t talk and sucked my thumb like someone who hasn't had anything to eat in days.” you smirked as his expression turned into that of a flustered one.

“What? Daddy not feeding you enough with that shit ton of money that you keep throwing around?” you mocked, your hand moving from your pocket to his face as he avoided looking at you while you slipped your thumb out of his mouth, repeating his actions from the other day by crudely rubbing it onto his clothes as he scrunched his eyebrows at you. Turning his head to you, you gazed into his eyes that were clouded with shame and lust.

“It seems like your highness likes getting degraded, does he not?” you mocked, making him protest as you covered his mouth with your hand.

“Don’t talk in a library, Kaiser. Don’t you know it's the rule… or have you forgotten your manners as a gentleman that you had to start acting like a bitch?” you snarled, all the anger coming out of your system, hand going from the side of his face to his throat.

“What if I leaked this video? Hm? I can think of a few things people would say… the student council papers no longer filled with news about your matches but how their star player turned into a bitchboy.” you taunted. “Tell me something, Kaiser. Does it stem from your mommy or daddy issues?”

Coming close to the base of the column of his neck, you placed your hand under his jaw, pushing it up gently as you bit and suck as spot, making him moan and whimper, his hands finding purchase awkwardly on your shoulders.

“Quiet mongrel. Or you’ll draw attention.” you warned him, continuing to lick and suck as the spot until it had left a deep mark on his skin. Satisfied with the result, you pulled away from him, watching him pant lightly, a violent blush spreading across his face, his cock seeming to stir.

“Easy there. Don’t want a hardon now do we,” you said, quickly pulling out your phone to take a picture of him in such a state, the deed already being done before his reflexes.

“Such weak reflexes for someone who plays football.”

“Pathetic.”

The term making him stare at you.

“That’s what you said to me the other day.” you added with a small smile. Leaning in close to his ear, you whispered gravely.

“Now that I have something as leverage against you, I wouldn’t step out of line if I were you. So, for the next nine months, be on your best behavior like a good boy and the secret remains safe between the both of us.”

[shokiren]

COME BACK, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.

pairing: shidou ryusei x reader

summary: shidou has been inlove with for as long as he can remember. but he is bound to get impatient, as you can't see that he's the perfect guy for you, not those worthless jackasses.

a/n: hi <3 my first work on this blog!! ahh im excited ab this, i hope you enjoy this mwah mwah, also this is NOT proofread (im too lazy, please bear w me)

you don't know what you'd do if it weren't for shidou.

shidou was your best friend– yes, he could be quite odd at times, but he had his moments. he was very touchy, but in a very non-romantic way (or so you thought.).

you and his mom were best friends too, so they came over at eachother's houses quite often, and so naturally, you both became good friends as time passed by.

when you were barely ten, you remember being scared of shidou because he was like a feral cat. he would not sit down, and may have kicked the ball so hard that it absolutely obliterated the neighbour's most precious plant– of course, you both fled the scene as fast as you could after that. it is also your best kept secret.

both your mom's sent you to the same highschool, saying that who knows– you both might fall in love and might marry each other, all in secret, of course.

but you're glad they did what they did, even if you don't know the reasoning yet.

you both stuck around each other, till college. and now here you are, on one of your late night trips and the music bursting from the speakers of the lavish car.

you held a bottle of vodka in one hand as the other hunt out the window. okay, your state was understandable because you just had been rejected by your crush, your crush of nine months.

you sang the lyrics to each song you knew at the top of your lungs, as well as taking a sip every here and then. shidou also held a bottle of vodka in his hands, drinking as much as his mouth could fit.

"i hate him, i hate him, i hate him!" the words tumbled out of your mouth unconsciously, not really comprehensible but shidou understands. "'would kill him if i saw him on campus." shidou says, eyes still ahead on the road. you just nod, "you're so nice, shidou. love you." you say, leaning against the black leather fabric of the seat, and slowly drifting off to sleep.

the thing was, shidou liked you. he thinks he's liked you ever since the end of highschool. he doesn't know why, but thinks it has something to do with how long you have stuck with him, because usually, he was left alone because he was "mean and weird". sure, you thought the same things at first, but then slowly learned that he wasn't actually mean, he was just joking around.

and now, he's blushing at the two words, slowly muttering, "love ya too..". he wishes you could just see him, and not fall for total jackass', he wishes he could just be given one chance where he could tell you what he's felt for you in one go, without messing up the bond between you both.

he turns down the loud music so you can sleep peacefully. he knows that you have been overworking yourself and not getting enough sleep, so he should just let you rest.

he thinks you look ethereal like this. sleeping like an angel while the streetlight's soft down shone upon your face. he thinks he might just kiss you right now.

he hopes you see that he's the perfect guy for you, not those worthless jackasses.

[okkotsuus]

selfish saturdays (ryusei s.) !

features: ryusei s.

contents: fluff. shidou is himself. friends to lovers. mutual pining. shidou kind of hoards the reader. shidou threatens someone. shidou half fights someone. shidou is a lil cray cray quirky. highschool au (no blue lock). mature joke (just one). strong language. kissing. kind of making out. lowk suggestive but only a bit. 1.5k words.

@tim-shii this is reason to come to the dark side

saturdays are your favorite day of the week. one, because you don’t have school. two, because it’s the one day you can stay up without having school earlier in the day or the next day. three, because it’s the one day of the week that shidou doesn’t have practice or has to worry about practice.

truthfully, if you asked, shidou would skip practice on your whim. that was just how much he loved you. but you would never let him miss out on his livelihood on your behalf. to shidou, soccer was life. but you were what made life worth living. knowing that he can come to your house drenched in sweat and you’ll still welcome him into your warm embrace, that was what made him play harder.

shidou is selfish, he had been for his entire life. you knew this when you first met him, hiding behind your mother's leg while she talked to his own mother. the moment he laid eyes on you, you were his. he dragged you kicking and screaming from your mother and forced you to play soccer with him, he was literally five and he had you on the tightest leash known to man.

if anything, it was really you who had him wrapped around your finger. because shidou is selfish, selfish for you and soccer. wherever you wanted to go, he took you. whatever you wanted, he got you. whoever you wanted… nah, that was one spot he was especially selfish in.

anyone who got too close to you that he saw as a potential threat, he would actually growl at until they left. being so serious, he audibly growled at a random kid that looked your way on the playground once. shidou ryusei has been a cockblock since five, and he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. 

when you first liked someone, the first person you told was shidou. you came to him with this sparkly look in your eyes that had him sick to his stomach.

“shidou! i like sato from class five, he told me that ’m sweet!” shidou just about stormed off to go rip the guy a new one, but you were so happy. he’s selfish, but if he did that you would never speak to him again.

“get ‘im! you ask him out tomorrow if you like him s’much~” he relished in the flustered expression that you had before you hid your face, he selfishly wishes it was for him instead.

the second you go home, he tells you to go on without him because he needs to talk to his coach. you think nothing of it and walk off, happily humming some love song he listened to while thinking of you. but you weren’t humming it for him.

his fist dents the locker next to a cowering boy’s head, sato from class six. he’s crying with snot dripping out of his nose and shidou just wishes there was a way you could see this, maybe then you wouldn’t like this loser. maybe then you’d like him instead.

“stay the fuck away from y/n, or you’ll end up like this damn locker. got it?” shidou’s leering form feels demonic as his eyes almost glow in unbridled fury. the boy can do nothing but nod and quiver. 

shidou stalks off with his hands in his pockets, going to your home to spend the time he wasted here with you.

the next day you run to shidou sobbing, blabbering, and whimpering incoherently. he already knows what happened, and seeing you like this leaves a twang in his heart that almost makes him regret it. almost.

he takes you into his arms like the hero, shushing you and cooing at you so sweetly. thankfully your face was buried so deeply into his shoulder, lest you see the smug smirk and prominent flush on his cheeks. across the room, sato stands and glares at shidou, but when those blond-lash-laden eyes flicker over to him: he’s gone, like a leaf in the wind.

ever since you have been single. you had lots of friends, and people tended to flock to you due to your kind and selfless nature. they remain only friends because once they meet shidou, they desire to stay at arms-length. and staying arms-length from him meant staying that much from you as well.

but that was the second year of middle school, now both of you are third-years. shidou sits comfortably on your bed as if it were his own. in a way, he felt it was. for one, he’s known you for about thirteen years, and he’s been lazing in your bed for ten of them. two, you were his: so by extension, your bed was also his.

the year was reaching an end, the school year would be wrapped up in the next month and a dull sense of panic was beginning to set upon the blond and pink-haired boy. his entire life has been spent by your side, he has loved you for around six years, but in just a month that could all slip away if he doesn’t finally do something about it.

shidou is selfish. he doesn’t care about the shock in your eyes when he leans over close enough that his nose brushes against yours. he doesn’t care that your heart is beating so loudly that he can hear it. he doesn’t care about the pink tongue that darts out to wet your lips with a glistening sheen of spit. all he cares about is what he wants.

and what he wants is you.

his calloused palm hooks around the back of your neck while his other uses his weight to push you onto your back. your head bounces against the pillows as he just stares down at you. in your eyes is that sparkly look he so vehemently wished would look at him all those years ago. and now, like a prayer being answered, the glimmering gaze rests upon him and solely him.

you can’t hear anything but the rapid beat of your heart, all you can feel is his breath fanning against your lips. his hands leave searing touches in their wake as they move to rest on your hip and cheek respectively.

you’ve loved shidou ryusei since he dragged you out from your comfortable hiding spot behind your mother. for the longest time, you didn’t know it. he was your first and just about only friend, so the fluttery feeling was what you assumed to be friendship. but in the last three years, you’ve befriended many; none of them gave you that sensation.

the dots connected immediately after. in a selfless haze, you didn’t make a single move, lest you act in a way that pushes the one thing that mattered in your life away. but, maybe you could allow yourself to be selfish just this once.

selfishly, you hook your arms around his neck and drag him down onto your lips. you swallow the shocked grunt that comes from him. shidou recovered quickly as if he had just been given a loose ball, he would make that play become his own and devour anything in his way.

his hand squeezes against your hip as he drags his lips against yours, taking you in on all that you are. he selfishly takes everything you give him, every sound, every motion. he takes all you are and then demands more out of you. he needs more, he needs everything you are.

shidou also happens to need air. 

he surfaces in a panting rasp, pink eyes hazy as he looks down at you. his tongue lolls out of his spit-covered lips while he takes in the look on your face.

your lips shine in their own spit-covering, like the best lip gloss he could ever buy. your chest rises and falls unevenly as you heavily intake and output air. but best of all, your eyes. they are shinier than any star or explosion he could ever imagine, and your pupils are so dilated he swears he can see himself in them.

a rumbling chuckle rises from the depths of his chest, his own face is incredibly flustered in his own way. his eyes are curled and foggy while his cheeks are painted the same shade of pink as the strands that fall messily in his face.

shidou ryusei is selfish. but so are you.

you’re selfish in the way that you drag him back down to meet him again. and you’re selfish in the way that you want his heart to be all yours, now and forever.

okkotsuus 23

[blueparadis]

❝ BLINDING LIGHTS ❞ + SHIDOU RYUSEI !

( ! )—› sae x f!reader x shidou, angst and feels, one sided pinning, smut descriptions, fwb, relationships, confession; word count :: 2kish.

( syn. )—› Ryuusei thought his morals, ideals, likings, and disliking would never clash with Sae. Well, he was not entirely wrong but fate always had a knack for playing it dirty.

( . . . )—› if you think he's ooc in this pls forgive me. i saw him come alive on screen and my first instinct was to hurt him -_- listen to the song blinding lights by lucas estrada. redirect to blog navigation.

What's a mistake? A miscalculation? A misunderstanding? A white lie? Well, what is it?

    For someone like Sae, Shidou thought he was never the type to date, not until he is established and well-settled. Sure, there were flings, casual dating, infatuations, and even bad break-ups but Shidou never thought he would get left behind. Part of him liked chasing Sae, in academics, sports, and sometimes girls but he never anticipated that this competitive gulf would widen so much in just one semester when he did not share the same class as Sae. But, Shidou could adapt to anything at light speed. Maybe, that is what prevented him from losing the spotlight to others. Shidou’s class was at the utmost corner of the floor, that is, the last classroom on the third floor. That was the only thing he liked about this semester. At least, he will attract stares whenever he goes for a toilet break during classes. He loves to put up shows, especially when he is the icon of them. Moreover, this semester, he and Sae belonged to the same section which secretly makes him look forward to his progress, to this semester. Being competitive with Sae is like walking on thin ice. One crack, one error and it's game over.

    Summer is here, and the shrill cry of the cicadas is almost at par with his annoyance. Late classes again. . . or detention, as put by his homeroom teacher. Well, at least Sae is waiting for him in the library. He does not have to walk home alone. Shidou's juice can is almost empty by now as he proceeded toward his classroom. He halted before the second last room of the long corridor. He was standing near the windows from where he could perfectly see Sae towering over a girl, his head buried in her shoulders, his hands clasping around her back while hers skimming through his hair, her mouth slightly parted, legs curling around his waist and her eyes. . . were stuck on Shidou. He immediately hid against the door crushing the juice pack out of agitation. It is no surprise for him to see Sae with a girl. He has seen him plenty of times at after-match parties, at locker rooms or at a closed friendly gathering. But here? At college? He must be desperate, and that girl sure got some fire to make him bend one of his codes. But why, why is it bothering him? Is it because Sae did not tell him, about this girl? Or is it just a kickstart for another boring semester? That day Shidou ended up waiting for Sae at the library instead.

Weeks passed but the uncanny feeling of sharing stares in the corridor kept piling up. Shidou was aware that she saw him walking into them and she knew this could ruin some relationships if not kept a secret. Shidou never asked about her to Sae and y/n never told him that Shidou saw them, that Shidou saw. How ironic it is that two people who never talked to each other decided to do the same thing. 

    Lately, Sae has been cutting ties off with his previous flings, not answering their calls, leaving them with a short reply, and telling them he does not have time even though he has nothing planned by his schedule.No one could see it more prominently than Shidou. They were roommates after all; of all the things Sae could do, he decided to hide things from him. So naive or . . . is it that he does not want y/n under his radar? If that is the reason, then he sure is going to do what he is not supposed to do, what he is not expected to do, what Sae does not want him to do . . . “that’s it for today’s class. Students who did not submit their homework should finish them and submit it before going home.” A united sigh echoed from the class. While everyone was dejected for having to stay late at after classes, Shidou was delighted, in fact, was looking forward since his bench partner was her, Y/N. Maybe not having subjects in common with Sae wasn’t so bad.

It is true that from the day his eyes met her, he kept thinking about her. Thinking about things like how she speaks? what did she like? what she does not like? what she hates the most? what kind of person she would be? He weaved a version of her and when his homework was over, he realized how wrong he was about her. It was as if she broke through all his ‘types’ and ‘rules’. No wonder Sae liked her. Maybe it was more than just liking.

  Shidou kept not doing his homework on a regular basis. She was the kind who never missed any of the homework but being a class representative had its own pros and cons. He never bothered to talk about that illicit stare they shared at the advent of the semester while she thought that very eye contact would be enough of a reason to stay back after classes. Maybe this went on for almost a month. Shidou could not tell that time flew by so quickly until some mock tests were announced. Shit! He can’t stay back after school anymore. Practice tests became frequent. Shidou started submitting his homework on time. Y/N saw less of him as the end-semester exams approached. Time ran faster than usual and perhaps, they forgot about each other in time, or atleast that is what Shidou hoped for. There is no gain to remember someone who belonged to someone else, right?

“There he is,” Sae spoke leaving the crowd to walk toward his former roommate. New semester, new roommate. Sae walked towards him. The music was loud, and the lights were dim but Shidou could see her clearly, walking towards him. . . maybe she remembered him after all; he blinked as Sae introduced her to him. He never would have imagined that Sae would be so fast at making this official. Did he actually know that he likes y/n? He shifts his haze beside the girl who curled her arm around Sae's. Oh yeah, how could he forget those eyes? Those eyes beckoned him while she made love to his friend. “Hello, I’m y/n l/n. I’m sure you heard a lot about me. . . she looks at Sae with a beaming smile on her face and then looks at Shidou saying, “nice to meet you,” extending her hand towards him. Oh dear, she must be kidding with this act. Shindou could see her nerves wracking, tension slipping through her very fingers that is supposed to welcome him. Was he supposed to keep it a secret? That they knew each other?

He grins meekly before speaking. “Nice.to.meet.you, y/n. . . call me Ryuu.” He utters plainly without smiling or even shaking hands with her and walking past her. Sae smiles, not surprised by his behavior but quickly wraps his arms around her waist giving a little squeeze and a kiss on her temple exclaiming fondly, “Sorry for that. He is a little moody today.” scrunching up his nose regretful of his friend, an apology that Sae should not ask but rather Shidou should; but who was y/n to judge? She hit his nerve the moment she decided to treat him as a complete stranger even though they were not, they were like what. . . just . . .study buddies? The party went on, with music buzzing in his ears, neon lights blinding his vision, and his senses and all Shidou did was sit in silence amongst these busy noises. He did not even entertain the advances of certain girls. He was exhausted, exhausted for being the chaser. For once he wanted to be an ally. If only Sae told him about her before anyone, would things be different?

From then, a weekly study session was done in Sae's room. Things were awkward at first but time, time wiped all of it but it could never fade the hurt y/n was going through. Sae always had a bevy of girls, sometimes boys after him. He was just a popular guy. And, there were times when Sae failed to be Y/n's support, sometimes even when she was looked down upon, or begrudged by others. So, Shidou ended up doing something he should not have done. He went to visit her, when Sae was not around and when there was no study session scheduled.

Mouth open ajar, eyes full of perplexed look. “Why . . . why are you here? We don’t have a study session today.”

“What makes you think I came to meet you? I came to see Sae, where is he?” He voiced irritatingly.

She brushed his harsh tone and responded.“Out. been gone for almost an hour.” Shidou did not press her about it anymore. Even though he was not facing her, he could tell she was about to cry, at least she sounded like that. “I’ll give him a call,” She called Sae but there was no answer at the other end. Y/n was about to text him but Shidou grabbed her wrist, firmly, saying, “Don’t,” leaving her hand. “I’ll wait.” He exhaled deeply regretting coming here out on a whim, what if he can not tell what he was supposed to tell by coming here? what if he hurt her more than him? What if he is wrong all about her? what if she still chooses to be by his side despite Sae being so cold to her . . .Shidou rubbed his hands, then put them inside the pocket of his jersey-jacket. Mind fogging with so many thoughts, he blurted out of the blue, “I like you.”

     “. . . Huh?”

    “i like how you . . . your voice, uhm. . . your smile, face, just . . . everything about you ” Shidou sat on the edge of the bed. Y/n licked her lips before letting out a soft chuckle. She knew this was going to happen at some point. She felt it, felt it during every study session, felt it every time Ryu kept looking at her.

     “Ohhh?” She exclaimed with a hit of mockery in her voice “then, Is there anything you dislike about me ?”

    “there is.” 

“I don't like the fact that you're just his speed dial girl” How did he know that? She walked towards him where he was still seated. His eyes did not leave her and neither did hers.  Extending her hand to cup his face she said, “Ryuu. . .” rubbing his cheeks gently, Shidou closed his eyes feeling the warmth of her hands, just for a moment before the warm recoiled. “You should leave. Sae will be here soon.”

Ryusei smirked, standing up.“Yeah right.” he exhaled deeply. “yeah.right.” 

  What's a mistake? is it not a miscalculation?is it not a misunderstanding? or a white lie? or is it not being able to come to terms with the output that one would not dare to imagine?

@tokyometronetwork

[maochira]

Shidou is bad with romance. Sure, he's flirty, but as soon as he's in a serious relationship he struggles.

But he tries his best. Although he genuinely has no idea how to be romantic. So he learns as the relationship progresses.

Little things like tying his partner's shoes, holding their hand or even picking them as they cross the street, feeding them whenever they eat together.

But the worst part about him being bad with showing love is how he purposely hurts and insults his partner to make them cry. It's because he enjoys the process of comforting them. Cause hey, comfort means love, doesn't it? He doesn't even enjoy seeing them cry in a fetish way, it's genuinely all about the process of comforting.

He knows it's wrong. He knows he shouldn't treat his partner like this. And still, every time his partner is angry or hurt by something, no matter if caused by Shidou or someone else, he can't help but put more salt into his partner's wounds.

And of course, this confuses the shit out of his partner. Does he really love them, or not? Why would he say and do these things only to be loving and comforting afterwards?

It seems... manipulative.

Really, that isn't Shidou's intention. And after he and his partner talk about it, he knows he has to change. He can comfort them without pushing them to the edge of a breakdown.

And in the end, he really does improve with this. And his partner knows who the best person to be comforted by is.

A part of him still thinks his partner's tear stained face looks adorable while cuddled against his chest.

(Very much inspired by this song)

[marry-me-o-gin]

I wrote a little ShidouxFemReader. It's pure smut so be warned 🥰🥰

~.~

Shidou Ryusei loves to have his ego stroked. And his cock too. Stroked, caressed, kissed, licked, sucked, and occasionally bitten, if it’s not too hard. There are limits to every man, of course.

But any and all attention to his impressive erection is always welcome, never turned away.

And so that’s what you find yourself doing this evening as Shidou sits completely naked on the edge of your bed, tanned, russet skin reflecting the blaze of the setting sun.

He sits on your bed, on your tangled covers, while you sit between his strong, muscular thighs, one of your lovely hands cupping his balls, fondling gently, making your favourite handsome psycho sigh and groan and sigh again as your other hand runs lightly up and down the length of his cock while you give it the tenderest of kisses.

You sit there, completely naked yourself because he loves to see those tits bounce once you really get going, and enjoy the sight, the taste, the feel of him as his hand, firm fingers run through your hair.

Ah, the dopamine.

As an addict, he would get it anywhere he could, from anyone he could. It didn’t matter. He’d cruise from alleyway to alleyway, skulk in darkened rooms, find himself in the back of cars with his pants down, his hard, erect glory on display, and watch with those glowing, feline eyes as his mate of choice for that evening could not help but worship him.

He’d never see the same person twice. It was a love them and leave them situation. Or maybe he never loved them at all. Only loved the desperate, longing attention.

So it was confusing to him why he’d sought you out again and again. He didn’t question it or ponder it for too long. You gave good head. What more was there to it? He went where his feet carried him and it led right to your room in the middle of the night, over and over.

Soon, he’d found everyone else falling away, unable to hold his interest. It just didn’t feel the same. And this was like a drug. His new addiction. You. Your mouth around his cock. The warm wet feel of being inside you.

Shidou, you look up at him as you run the tip of your tongue up his cock and his smirk falters, breaking into a soft groan, has only two needs in life. Things he cannot live without: soccer and your amorous attention.

Fuck, but you look pretty on your bare little knees there. Fuck. He throws his head back in pure enjoyment, fangs glinting in the quickly disappearing sun. And he bets if he were to run his fingers along your slit, you’d be well on your way to being soaking wet.

He’s not wrong. You can feel it starting. You could feel it start the moment he jumped through the window and grabbed your face in a strong calloused hand, grinning right through the greeting kiss, pressing your pretty little mouth to his.

You were fully dressed but it didn’t take him long to strip you down, savage and loving, taking absolutely no care with your clothes as he exposed more and more of your skin, of your body, of the parts of you no one else had seen before him, his mouth hungrily following his hands, mouth on your breasts, mouthful of tits, sucking, tongue flicking against your nipples, one then the other, showing no mercy.

And once you were completely undressed he’d almost tore at his own clothes, freeing himself from the constraint of fabric and buckles and whatever else.

He had been in that godforsaken compound for God knows how long, only his own hand to entertain himself, his one and only lonely mistress.

He’d flirted with Sae but the cold, standoffish young man was having none of it, kept him at arm’s length and in the end it didn’t matter. He’d got to play some good fuckin’ football for once. The fucking dopamine…It was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

But still…it was also nothing like the hit he’d get off your body.

Undressed and stripped down himself, he’d grabbed your ass, hands squeezing, fingers digging into your soft curves as he pressed your body against his, wanting you to feel his rock hard cock against you, your soft breasts against him and the kiss again, so raging, biting your lip, tongue slipping hard into your mouth.

Shidou Ryusei had always been a storm, a hurricane you couldn’t stop, not even if you tried, and today he was even more so.

After he’d kissed and sucked and tasted and bitten what seemed like every inch of your body, once he’d got a good taste again, had a good look, he settled down, sitting himself on your bed as if he owned the place and you knew exactly what to do, finding yourself here now.

You know that despite being so impatient, so fierce, a force of nature, Shidou loves to be teased, provoked, edged. He loves to be tested, pushed to his limits. And so you give him what he wants, making him walk that fine line.

You swirl your tongue lightly around the head of his cock, holding it tightly around the base, hand closing a little more around his balls and he laughs, a tortured, gleeful sort of laugh.

He could pull your head back, own you, but that’s not what he wants. He wants you to take control right now, gives himself over to you, trusting your intimate knowledge of him.

You pull your mouth back a little, watching the light throb in his cock, almost imperceptible.

The trick is to give a little and then take it away. Make him want it even more.

You let go of his cock completely and trace your fingers along the muscles of his thighs which seem to have become even harder, more developed since he’d been away.

He had always had the body of a Greek god, but now, as your fingers explore the grooves and valleys of his handsome musculature, he’s just…beautiful. There’s no other word for it.

He looks down and you look up at him, right into his devilish eyes, as if goading you, challenging you to continue, to do your worst, or your best. The two seem to be the same in this situation.

You accept the challenge, leaning forward again and suck on the head of his cock, just softly, tenderly, the tip of your tongue flickering against him.

For fuck’s sake…He hates it, read loves it, when you do that. That sensation, not strong enough to want to cum right now, but not subtle enough to not care. Your mouth, teasing, inviting him into a much deeper pleasure.

You feel your nipples get harder, your clit begin to ache just a little. He is not the only one left wanting here.

How many times had you touched yourself, dreaming of him while he was gone? Playing with your clit, swollen with pleasure but never as much as it is with him, tweaking your nipples as you brought yourself to orgasm murmuring his name, not knowing where he was or when you'd get to see him again.

And now here he was, right in front of you in the flesh and you were trying your hardest to be patient, though that was proving to be as hard as his erection.

You suck a little harder, still just the tip of his reddening cock, unable to stop yourself from going a little faster.

"You missed it, eh?" He drawls, runs his fingers through your quickly dishevelling hair.

You just look up at him with your big eyes, playing coy.

He lets out a groaning laugh and leans back on his hands, leaving you to it as you take him a little deeper into your warm, wanting mouth.

Your hands hold on to his hips, steadying yourself as you suck his cock, head diving slowly down between his spread legs.

Your intention, your movement is torturous and slow. You take your duty very seriously indeed as you feel your tongue graze against the length of him, feel the quiver of his cock against it, hear a low groan building in his chest, rising, escaping wantonly past his throat. He makes no effort to suppress it. That's not his style. Makes sure you hear everything, know everything you are doing to him.

You've got as much of him as you can in your mouth, not all, there is too much, but as much as you can, and that already is enough to drive him crazy.

Your head bobs up and down slow and sensual, hair falling over your face as your cheeks grow flushed, your pussy positively dripping now onto your carpet. It doesn't matter. All you want to do is to please this wild creature, feel, taste him as he cums.

Your hands run tauntingly over his smooth chest as his breathing comes faster, harder as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth, silky soft tongue, barely there touch of it against him, making him want ever more. You feel the muscle in his thighs clench at your teasing. Fingers closing around a handful of your covers.

You slip him out of your mouth, a delicate string of glistening saliva momentarily connects your lips to his cock before it breaks.

You let him cool down a moment and instead of taking him back in, run your tongue up his cock again, kissing the head softly when you get there before taking him back in again, as far as you can, pressing your tongue hard against the back of his cock now.

He growls in response, fingers positively clenched around your covers.

Fuck, how he missed this…just him, his cock, you naked on your knees for him…He'd had a wet dream of this more than once in his shitty futon back in Blue Lock. It was a pain in the ass to get it clean again. And so often.

And now here you are, in the flesh. And the way you blow him now…hard and slow and deliberate…It's almost feverish.

The dopamine…he can feel it rise, fizz in his brain. But it's not enough. Not yet. He can still think clearly, rationally, cock throbbing in your hot mouth.

Fuuuck… Enough! He's not gonna blow his load just yet. The first one after so long has to be inside you. Deep, deep inside you.

You feel his hand in your hair again as he pulls you off his cock, tilts your head back tenderly, your hair wrapped tight around his fingers.

"I missed you too," he grins down at you with rogue affection. So much affection.

Seeing you naked, hot, bead of sweat running between your breasts, just there for him, for his pleasure and so, so willing…This sight…

The fucking dopamine.

He pulls you up and on top of him, falling back on your bed along with you before quickly pushing you over on your back, climbing on top of you, pinning your wrists down among your twisted sheets, his lithe body heavy on yours.

"Caught you…" his heady whisper grazes your ear soft and warm.

"Oh no…" you play along as you feel his knee push your legs carefully apart before he settles between them and you feel his cock slide against your slit, warm and slippery. "Oh…" your teasing trails off into a helpless moan.

"Whimper for me, little mouse," he orders tenderly as you feel him rub himself against you, the length of his cock pressing, sliding against your desperate little pussy.

You oblige. Not because he told you to but because you can't help it. The friction of his cock against you, rubbing against your clit is stoking a fire, an aching beautiful fire deep down between your legs and you can't help but moan, beautifully, helplessly, for him. A cat playing with his prey, his little mouse.

And the dopamine continues to rise, to spread through his brain, seeping into every crevice, turning his mind into a red erotic haze.

"Shidou…!" You gasp his name, thighs squeezing around him, unable to take much more of this dry humping. Though there is nothing dry about it with how turned on your lover has made you.

He sits up at the sound of his name, sits between your spread legs. You reach out for him and he takes your hand, slipping your fingers into his mouth, running his tongue along them slowly, as if enjoying his meal and when he's done, he slips his own fingers into your mouth, slowly in and out as you suck another part of him.

This slow sensual rhythm, the taste of his hand, his fingers that have been all over you, he pushes them carefully into your mouth, pulls them out, over and over, seeing how much you enjoy it.

And then, takes that same hand, wraps it around his cock and presses it against you. You watch him slide the tip of it down your slit and then back up, the head, with its bead of precum, pushing against your clit sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You moan, sharp and loud and it's music to his ears. So he does it again, rubbing the head of his cock against your hard, sensitive little clit until you're almost writhing under him.

And just when you think you're about to cum he pulls it back, wags his finger.

No, no, love. Not yet.

You feel him lean over you, hand under your chin, thumb running against your lip.

"Say it," his voice is low, rasping. The savage pleasure coursing through his body, breaking any chains of control. Not that there were many to begin with.

"Say it," he commands.

You pause. Defying him for a moment. Because that's how he likes it. He likes you to be a little fiesty.

But soon you cave, your pussy, your body craving him far too much.

"Fuck me," you pant.

"Say please," he says, squeezing your nipple, giving a little gentle twis,t making you cry out in pleasure-filled surprise.

"Please…" you whimper.

"No, no, no…say the whole thing," he torments you.

"Fuck me, please, Shidou!" You stare right up at him, unable to hide your helpless need anymore. "Please," you whimper again so prettily, your eyes begging.

He lets out a groan…deep and slow. That's the stuff. The dopamine is ready to overflow.

He takes his cock in his hand, his other pushing your thigh down, spreading your legs, and guides himself inside you.

You feel him filling every inch of you, pushing against your walls, hot and hard.

It's been far too long.

And the dopamine hits you too as you finally feel him fully inside you.

You see his eyes closing, almost rolling into the back of his head, as if he's going to pass out in ecstasy, but then, all of a sudden, a fire comes back into them and they glow and pierce you with an animal gaze as he thrusts hard inside you, fucking you over and over. Hard, fast, like a beast.

He holds onto your hips as his own rock against you, quick and sensuous, each thrust of his cock bringing you closer to your own edge.

It's a total fucking overdose. An overdose of each other.

You feel him inside you, hitting all the right spots and you can barely keep your eyes open as you push your hands back above you against your headboard, bracing yourself as he fucks you. Fucks you with all he has.

Don't you know, love? Don't you feel it? With each thrust inside you, he gives you a little more of himself. It's the only thing he's got to give. He ain't got much to show for himself except this raw physical talent, this prowess. His body is all he's got, and he can't imagine giving it to anyone but you now.

Sae Itoshi had his chance, little fucker. But he was nothing but a tease.

But you, love, you're there, open and willing, taking him into your arms every time he shows up unannounced. Giving so much of yourself, and so that's all he can give, it's his most prized possession: himself. And it's all yours.

And so he fucks you into overdose. The dopamine explodes.

Your body trembles and quivers. Your pussy aches as your back arches off your bed.

"Shidou!!" You gasp loudly, feeling something warm, almost electric between your legs, a hot, impatient current spreading through your body. "AH! Shidou!! I'm-!!"

But you don't finish that sentence as a loud, wild moan colours your voice as you cum, your clit, your pussy pulsing with pleasure and your head swims.

He can feel your pussy tight around him, the sweet contraction and he can't hold it back much longer either.

The dopamine bursts, overflows deep into him, his cock driving him mad. He thrusts into you hard one last time to get as much into you as he can, let out all that crazy love as deep as possible, every muscle vibrating, lost in the hot intensity of it all. Lost in the feeling of him cumming inside you, filling you with everything he has.

For some moments, nothing exists…Just your room and the your own hard heartbeats.

You can barely breathe, just like him, as he slowly nuzzles his face between your breasts, still inside you.

"Whimper for me, little mouse," he says, still much too breathless, voice muffled against your skin but you can hear the echo of a grin in his words as he kisses one of your nipples then the other

Anytime, you run your hands through his damp hair gently.

Anytime, Shidou.

Be prepared, little mouse. This is only the first night and he's got a whole two weeks away from that banging soccer party. And he hasn't seen you in much too long. Much too long, love. There's still so much more dopamine to hit.

There's still so much more love to give you, he thinks as he feels his cock covered in your luscious wetness.

And he's never been a quitter.

Be prepared, love.

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。APOLOGIES — SHIDOU RYUSEI.

✩ — contents ⋮ fluff, gn! reader, established relationship, post argument make-up, annoying shidou as always, reposting bc it got marked w a label the first time even tho it’s sfw

dating shidou is not easy, it takes maturity and patience and the will of god’s strongest soldier. in fact, most of the time, dating shidou means you’re constantly drifting in and out of being mad at him—which, right now, you’re quite mad.

“shidou ryusei, it is one am,” you glare, opening your door and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. he has a wolfish grin on his face—it’s cocky, and it widens as he stares you up and down in your little batman pajama pants. normally, you wouldn’t answer the door for someone you’re mad at, boyfriend or not, but shidou makes it hard to ignore with his incessant knocking.

you value your sleep—and more importantly, you value not being kicked from your apartment for noise complaints.

“aw, not the full government name,” he says slyly, and it only makes your blood pressure rise even more as you practically feel a vein pop.

“ryusei,” you warn. but he doesn’t pay attention, just as you expect. instead, he whistles lowly.

“i like the uniform. ‘s cute,” he cackles, eyeing the way your pants are hung a little lower on your hips from tossing around in bed, exposing a bit of skin that he drinks in shamelessly.

“thanks,” you say dryly, “they’re fuzzy and they were half off. now why are you here?”

“just visiting,” he shrugs.

“at one am?”

“it’s twelve fifty-two,” he corrects like he lives to defy you in every corner. and you bet he loves it—in fact, you know he’s positively enthused by the way your lips curl into a scowl and your eyes glare at him so fiercely. he stares down at the way your hips slant as your cross your arms, and he chuckles (which you think is almost passable as a giggle at the sheer giddiness.)

only shidou ryusei would be giddy from turning you halfway near homicidal, and only he would find the murderous glint in your eyes cute, wholesome.

“what do you want,” you say bluntly. he takes a step forward, and no matter how mad you are, you can’t help but stand painfully still as he leans closer, trying your damn hardest not to lean in when his hot breath fans over your face as he stares at you.

“your bed would be nice,” he hums, “preferably with you in it.”

he’s insufferable. everything he does and says makes you want to chuck bricks at his head and hope it fixes the loose wires he seems to have. but you don’t even get to finish saying, “fuck off, ryu—” before he cuts in.

“c’mon, don’t make me find a way in myself,” he curls his lips wickedly, like he’s got you in checkmate, like the cards have been in his favor all along as you play the game he’s written. but this time is different—this time, you’re determined not to let shidou take advantage of your weak heart through his rough and tough charms.

this time, you have a point to prove.

“i’m going to call the cops on you,” you threaten, “tell them i’m being harassed by a pink-haired freak.”

“i wouldn’t mind getting married in jail,” he grins, and you can practically make out the hearts in his eyes as he looks at you. it makes you want to slam the door in his face and go right back to bed. but that would only mean he’d go back to pounding on your door and singing your name, and you’re pretty sure you’re one more instance away from your neighbors collectively petitioning your eviction.

“i don’t want to marry you,” you hiss.

“don’t be like that,” he reaches to poke your cheek, “being inmates would be fun. we could give the officers a show as we fuck—”

“ryusei,” you hiss.

arguing with shidou always ends like this. he worms his way in and knocks down your walls without ever saying i’m sorry. he eases his way back into your heart with wide grins and cheeky comments and that charm of his that really shouldn’t be as endearing as it is. he never admits he’s wrong—but the way he tries harder the next time, makes sure he does it right, makes sure he’s better just for you, you know he cares. he never resolves things in the way you would consider the standard method of patching up after those unavoidable couple fights—but this time you decide it’s different. 

this time your feelings are hurt—really hurt. the kind of hurt that makes you wonder if you’re annoying. or if you talk a lot. or if he even wants to be around you. or that maybe you tire him out. or that the sound of your voice is grating. or that you overstep boundaries. 

this time there is no brushing the cracked shards of your heart under the rug and acting like he can kiss the pieces back together. this time you want to hear it from him—and if you have to stand at your door at ungodly hours of the morning and milk it out of him…well, you’re inclined to do that. 

“c’mon, babe. are you gonna keep me out here all night? lemme in—”

“you’re not coming in until you apologize,” you say bluntly. he groans, throws his head back, and slaps his hands over his face as he grumbles into his palms. 

“god, you’re killin’ me here. seriously, you know i didn’t mean it—”

“‘for fuck’s sake, i’m not your damn kid’,” you mock his voice from the other night, reminding him of his own words like he’s forgotten. he only stares at you with pursed lips and a blank face, but that doesn’t stop you, however, as you scowl at him and continue, “i don’t know. you seemed to really mean it when you said that.”

“i was just tired, you know that—”

“i was just trying to look out for you,” you don’t even seem like you’re listening to him anymore, poking a finger at his chest accusingly as he lets you, “i watch you sleep at unreasonable hours only to wake up before the sun itself—”

“yeah, and i told you i’d work on that—”

“and then i ask you, have you eaten today? and you know what you tell me? yeah, i had a protein shake this morning—”

“okay, and that was like one time—”

“and then i hear that you get into a fight, and lo and behold, you show up to my place with a bloody nose and cracked knuckles—”

“but you should’ve seen the other guy—”

“and then i come over to your apartment, and your laundry isn’t done, your dishes aren’t washed, and you have eighty million socks on the floor,” you start to put a finger up for everything you list, making him fiercely fight back a chuckle that he knows would seal his death wish, “and all i try to do is take care of you so that you can be healthy and play your best and what do you do? yell at me and tell me it’s not my responsibility to—”

you’re cut off by lips pressing onto yours harshly, the rough feeling of a calloused hand cupping your cheeks and bringing you closer. and maybe if you had a bit more self-respect, you would shove away the rude, ungrateful, irritating, tacky-haired douchebag of a boyfriend that stands in front of you, but you simply choose to lose all dignity when it counts most. you choose to give in, melt into his touch, lean closer and fist his shirt as your lips press back just as firm. 

and when he gently pushes you back, you let him. you even let him step into your apartment and spin you around, shutting the door and pressing your back against the cool surface. his body cages you so that there’s no room for escape—not that you think you could even run from him now that he’s let himself in, anyway. but with one more peck to your lips, he pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours as he clicks his teeth and sighs. 

“fine, i’m fuckin’ sorry. ‘s that what you wanted to hear?”

“not if you’re only saying it to make me un-mad,” you say stubbornly.

he clicks his teeth again, shoots you a look of irritation that you return tenfold. “‘m sayin’ it ‘cus i want to, dumbass. you think i’d say that shit just to say it?”

“i don’t know, you’re rude,” you shrug, not meeting his eyes. he rolls his eyes before he leans in and kisses your cheek, then the other, then the tip of your nose, then just over your brow, then your eyelid—and when he sees the beginnings of a smile crack on your lips, he nibbles on your cheek and pulls a soft giggle from you against your will. 

“said i was fuckin’ sorry, stop being stubborn.”

“don’t yell at me again,” you huff, “and fix your sleep schedule.”

“okay.”

“and eat proper meals.”

“fine.”

“and maybe clean up.”

“kay, i’ll try. happy?”

“and stop getting into fights—”

“let’s set realistic expectations, here,” he cuts you off, earning a huff from you. but you seem significantly less angry—and he’s glad. because sleeping without your body to squeeze in the dead of night and not hearing you hum that stupid song you always listen to as you wash dishes and not getting those back to back pings on his phone as you spam him with daily updates is starting to get to him. so he wraps an arm around your waist, tugs you flush against his chest as meets your gaze, “are you still mad? because then you’re just being difficult.”

“no,” you sigh, making him grin.

“good.”

“i just love you,” you mumble, and there’s that cute, innocent little pout that you always do tugging at your lips, the one that drives him mad and reminds him he’s just as in love too. “i want what’s best for you—”

“yeah, yeah,” he grunts, “okay. i love you too. i’ll start being more responsible and shit. now can i come to bed?”

“fine,” you cave, “but—”

“great, let’s go,” he drags you along, not wasting a moment before your body is tossed onto the mattress and his lands on top of you, head tucking into your neck. and it’s warm—where his lips are, where he traces kisses along the awaiting skin. 

dating shidou ryusei is exhausting—but there are a few perks, you have to admit. 

“you’re a headache,” you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair. he snorts, shakes his head from his place in your neck, earning a small giggle from you at the way it tickles. 

“yeah? so are you with your nagging.”

“i don’t nag,” you slap his shoulder. he laughs—it’s that low, soft rumble that he only laughs around you, when his head is tucked into your neck, and your hands rub up and down his back, and he’s content. 

and maybe a little in love. 

“you do. but i love it, it’s hot when you’re mad.”

“go to sleep, ryusei,” you roll your eyes. and then you wait a moment or two—just so he doesn’t get a big head when you begrudgingly mumble, “and i love you too.”

half of this is just filler with dialogue but wtv. take this lil scenario in my head of arguing w shidou bc he’s a living train wreck

[saerotonins]

asterisks

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei ft. gn!reader

c/w: asterisks, cringe, crack, one (1) eating pussy joke

note: remembered this sub reddit exists so uh enjoy... i guess??

[pashminalamb]

Hii bb, hope you're doing great

Idk if you're taking requests anymore but if you are is it possible to do one for shidou ??

Slutty man with a slutty waist with slutty intentions.

He is the whiny and immature one in the relationship.

Has a lean built body, slutty back muscles and visible abs that are lean which can be felt but not bulky.

Blonde happy trail - has dyed it before (ofc)

He’s an adrenaline junkie. If you think he’s crazy during sex you’re right, but after? he is insane.

Tags : fingering, a little rough play, mentions of one pussy slap, hot and cold shidou, submissive fem! reader

Expect pupils to be dilated and taunting.

“You thought I was done huh? Keeping me satisfied after the third one ‘n tryna make me cum early after the fourth when you clenched around me.” Ryusei said, fingers going in and out of your soaking wet cunt while you tried to stop him, thighs pressed against his hand tightly praying he would stop taunting you.

“Nah nah ya ain’t gettin away this time ~” he chuckled, fingers toying with your clit making you scream, his other hand playing with your breast as his strong legs held yours down, chest pressed against your back and lips nibbling your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you till you’re full of my cum. Till your pussy can’t hold it and you leak all over the fucking place. And then… I’ll just have to fuck it again won’t i ~ she’d be so sad if she was empty wouldn’t she?” he cooed, slapping your cunt lightly, a whimper escaping your lips.

“Aww it’s okay ~ it’s alright, baby. I’ve got you. Your boyfriend has you.” he soothes you, kissing your neck sloppily.

Also Ryusei :

“How ‘bout I turn you into a mommy ~”

[erosuguru]

Hi, I really love you're writings, it's so good!! Can I request a fem chubby reader with Shidou? Like the reader is being insecure about herself and Shidou fucking her in front of the mirror and telling her that he loves every inch of her body. Thank you so much btw! ❤️

hi omg tysm!! I kinda went crazy on this but i hope i did well dskjjjfbsjh :’)) shidou is so yummy idk how to explain it, I had to look up gross pickup lines for this lmao

Mirror, Mirror

Ryusei Shidou x reader, reader is female and chubby, all characters are 18+, Shidou and reader are in established relationship, Shidou being whipped for reader, approx 2.2k words

CW: NSFW, Shidou being gross, dirty talk, lots of groping, mirror sex, nutting inside, Shidou calls reader lame but cute pet names (pookie, sugar, sweetheart, baby) little proof reading

notes: this is the first request ive gotten and i kinda took a while on it kdshfkj kinda mad at myself cuz i had the chance to post it on his birthday but nOOO ugh either way enjoy !!

Shidou couldn’t care less about beauty standards, he thought the general image of beauty the people around him established was boring, he indulges in Gyaruo fashion, knowing his style wasn’t common he didn’t care about people’s staring; he knew he looked good either way (plus he has zero hesitation to fight so he welcomes any comment, the repercussions are not his fault though <3)

Whenever Shidou is around you, he has to blurt out an overly sexual or praising comment about your appearance.

The comments have a wide range, a simple “Lookin’ good, Sugar!” or a cheesy “Call me a pirate ‘cause just found some booty!”, and the worst of them, the explicit ones he whispers to you whenever your shared friends are around like “the condom In my pocket expires tomorrow, be a doll and help me use it?”

even if his words were crude it was nice to know someone found your body appealing and you never took it to heart given he was this sexual with his words with everyone. Shidou notices how much you prefer to wear clothes that hid your figure and it invokes some kind of internal struggle in him. on one hand, it made him want to rip those rags off you and dress you in something more scandalous. On the other, he told himself that you were hiding that pretty body because you don’t want anyone other than him to look at you

Shidou’s confidence boosts helped you see yourself in a better light but you still insisted on bigger sweaters and hoodies, it infuriated him, even after establishing a relationship with him your wardrobe didn’t change. That didn’t stop him from being handsy with you, always having a hand on you anywhere you two went.

If you were sharing a meal in a restaurant he had his hand on your thigh lightly stroking, if you were with friends he always had an arm around your waist as he chatted away about god knows what. His favorite by far is when you wear jeans, he could easily rest his hand in your butt pocket and watch you grow flustered, it was adorable how you acted so shy even though his hands were already pretty familiar with your body.

You had been staying in recently because of some doubtful thoughts that even Shidou’s comments couldn’t chase away, you spent your day trying to be productive by cleaning around your place then getting some work done on your computer before your loud boyfriend barged in with a package of cupcakes from the bakery you enjoyed.

You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that you wanted to stay away from the sweet delicacies or that your boyfriend caught you in your stay-at-home clothes consisting of shorts and a tank top.

Even as you tried shutting the door and telling him you’re busy, he insisted on coming in, although he kept saying he came by because he was worried- his excited expression said it all that this was the first time you wore something that showed so much skin around him.

Shidou stood in your living room and listened to you explain your recent absence as he was examining your physique, he was listening but his mind was going elsewhere as he drank in more and more of his view of you pacing around your living room busying your hands so your mind won’t be occupied by the worry of what is he thinking while looking at you so intently.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as silence filled the room, oh shit- it was his turn to talk.

“… aw I’m sorry baby, I wish I knew! Come here!” He pulled you into a hug, it took you a moment to get over the closeness in such a bare outfit before returning the gesture, he cooed words of encouragement to you.

“Everybody gets those thoughts Pookie!, even your dashingly handsome boyfriend gets those thoughts, but remember…” he slid his hands down below your waist, both his hands settling on your ass and squeezing at the clothed flesh immediately you gasped and let out a surprised noise startled at the sudden action.

“No matter what your worried head tells you, you’ll always be the sexiest bitch around~” he ended the sentence with a devilish chuckle as he watched you grow embarrassed from his groping, you set a hand on his forearms in an attempt to get him to slow down as he watched how well his hands cupped your ass cheeks over your shoulder, he could see it spilling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Shidou! Don’t do that!” You got over your initial shock and he pouted at you, sticking out his bottom lip as if he just got scolded. “How can I resist?! showin’ off this pretty ass while you’re alone at home? I should come over all the time!”

He kept one hand on your ass as the other ventured under your tank top, feeling your soft flesh and kneading it as he watched you fumble and stutter “Shidou..! Not there- hey! Watch it..!” He had a smile on that practically tore through his cheeks.

“Why don’t we take this to your room, hmm? I know a great body positivity exercise~”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

How did Shidou always manage to coax you into saying yes? You had no idea, you had no idea how you agreed to let him lay you down on your stomach as he hurriedly tugged your shorts off you, burying his face into your neck as he kissed and licked whispering sweet words to you. He spent his time groping and feeling you under your clothes as you tried your best to return his affections, but he didn’t mind, if it was up to Shidou he would gladly shower you with love, praise, and something else that would be too vulgar to add.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby~” he muttered to you as he removed your shorts fully, sitting up so you could feel his growing erection against your ass, he noticed just how well you two were positioned where your full-length mirror could reflect the view perfectly to him, a wicked grin plastered his features.

“Can you look up for me, sugar?” at his command, you followed and your eyes connected with the image of you on all fours with your shorts hanging from your excited boyfriend’s hand, he let out a sinister giggle at your expression as embarrassment filled you.

“Shidou- can we move? Please? I look stupid- AH?!” You were cut off as you felt his hand sharply smack your ass after he threw aside your shorts, he rubbed the sore spot and shushed you as you looked at his reflection in disbelief.

“… SHIDOU?!”

“I’m sorry sugar! I can’t let you badmouth my pretty girl like that!”

Removing his hands from you, he shuffled as he freed his hard cock from his tight pants, hissing as it practically bounced out his clothes “I’m gonna fuck you like this, ‘kay? so you’ll know just how fuckin’ gorgeous you are..” He promised referring to how he’ll use you in front of your mirror, His hands gripped the flesh of your hips as he pulled you back to him. Slowly maneuvering his hips in short movements, he felt his dick run up and down your slit, he bit down on his bottom lip as he felt your slick cover his length with each stroke.

You wanted to deny this, you felt awkward as your eyes darted back and forth between your reflection and his, you can’t deny Shidou’s affection when he spent so much prepping you for a good dicking down and your rationality was slipping away with each delicious rub of his cock nestling between your thighs waiting for you to give him permission.

“… okay, fine..! But-“

“Yeah yeah, red for no, yellow for so-so, green for ‘fuck me harder Ryusei’~” He giggled at his wording as his free hand moved down and adjusted his cock to slip in quickly

As you were about to complain about his vulgarity once more, he gripped your hips and pulled your ass to him, as he thrusted his hips to meet you in the middle, biting down his bottom lip and releasing a long groan that layered with your gasp that melted into a moan. His cock squeezed in perfectly like you were a pussy pocket molded perfectly just for him, he watched your expression in the mirror as he made sure he was balls deep inside you, relishing in how your pussy hugged his cock so perfectly practically brainwashing him.

As Shidou slowly moved his hips at first to get used to the warmth (as much as you felt incredible, he didn’t wanna act like some virgin and bust so early), he noticed how you lowered your head and that set him off; his hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair and lifted you so you’d sit on your knees with your back arched, a startled noise escaped your lips.

“That won’t do baby! Come on, look! Take a good look!” He urged you between pants as he gradually sped up, hips slapping against yours as your wetness grew, your struggled to get a good look through your boyfriend’s fucking, your reflection showed your figure but this time you couldn’t turn away, Shidou had a way of fucking you so thoroughly- of slutting you out so beautifully, it was shameful to say but it was the only way to describe it.

“Ahh- ah! Shidou- I can’t- its too embarrassing!” You finally managed to speak out through the pleasure, Shidou gave you a particularly hard thrust at your words forcing a surprised moan out of you “first, Call me by my first name.. second, I told you to look”

He slowed down his thrusts as his hand guided your head by your chin to the mirror, giving you a clear view of yourself, his hand had pulled your shirt up to reveal your chest to him, one hand holding your hip as the other squeezed and groped at your breast.

“See?” Shidou started as he made eye contact with you in the mirror “You’re such a pretty goddess~” he practically purred as he admired how your body bounced and jiggled with every impact of his hips, not faltering as he pistoned his cock into you making sure you had a good view of it all; one hand squeezed at your chest enjoying how your breast spilled between his fingers, the other gripping at your love handles as leverage to smack your hips down to his making sure his cock was reaching all the right places, a perfect view of your loving boyfriend making sure every curve, dip and crevice of your body is appreciated.

“Fuck- mmmh! So good baby, you look so good on my dick like this..” He whispered sweetly to you, your thighs trembled as his praise went straight to your core “I’m so fuckin’ lucky, you’re a beauty..” his words weren’t empty compliments, he studied your body so closely as he fucked his cock deep into you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. Ryusei Shidou genuinely and wholeheartedly thinks you're the most gorgeous woman to ever exist.

“you like it when I make you bounce on my dick? Yeah? You’re so fuckin’ cute, I love you~” he cooed at you turning your head to give you a sloppy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth with ease as he swallowed your moans, separating in between kisses inducing a wet noise everytime you did.

“Ryusei..! Ah- ahn- Ryuseiii! I-I’m close..! shit, I’m so close..!” You spoke through your blabbers and moans, Shidou’s cock practically throbbed in excitement as you called him by his first name.

Shortly after you came, body shaking as soreness settled into your knees, Shidou allowed you to lower your head as a mercy since the sensitivity was getting to you, the way your pussy sucked him in, especially after tightening from your orgasm he couldn’t hold himself back.

“G’nna cum, ‘m gonna cum sweetheart, you’re gonna be good for me and take it all right? Yeah, take it, take it..!” he urged you as he neared his end, his thrusts shortening and picking up speed as he finally filled you, he stilled and made sure to shove his entire length deep inside as his cum practically overflowed and dripped out of you, down his cock and dripping on your bed sheets.

You were exhausted and fucked out, you wanted to move into a more comfortable position but Shidou practically flopped onto you, refusing to pull out just yet.

“Ryusei- get off..” You tried sitting up and he only groaned, throwing more of his weight on you as he maneuvered your body under him to lay more comfortably.

“naaah~ stay with me here a little bit! Afterglow helps lots with body positivity y’know?” you were confident most of his information about ‘body positivity’ was wrong.. but it was the thought that counts you suppose.

“(Name)? you know I meant all that stuff, right?” he asked while fixing your hair away from your face, you know he's serious as he called out to you curiously, among all the filth he speaks shamelessly he was still earnest in his affections.

“… I do, thank you Ryusei” Hearing you say his name so sweetly made his heart throb in his chest as he cuddled you, kissing the back of your neck he uttered “I love you, gorgeous~”

[semisgroupie]

PART I — A BROKEN RECORD ON REPEAT

shidou ryusei x fem. reader

wc: 5.5k

warnings: foul language, alcohol, reader is in a loveless relationship, legal jargon, talk about babies, some angst

note: this is a very plot heavy chapter and very little shidou and reader interaction but that’s to build up for what’s to come!

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Mundane?

Could that be the word you’d use to describe your life currently? No, even that is being too nice. You could list off all the possible adjectives in your mind but they wouldn’t be enough to properly describe your emotions towards your life. You’d have to string together a sentence to do so.

So now what would the sentence be?

Your life is like a broken record that goes on nonstop and makes you want to rip your hair out of your scalp.

Bingo!

That’s what you would describe your life as. Everything fell into place and there was no excitement for you to look forward to—well there was something very exciting coming your way, you just didn’t know it yet. But it’s best to give some background.

You grew up in a traditional nuclear family. Your parents worked endlessly to make sure you and your younger brother lived a comfortable life. You appreciate them for that and in return you made sure to do your best in school to ease any burden on them. You were a straight-A student, captain of the debate and mock trial teams in your school and helped out in your community. For that, you ended up receiving a full ride scholarship to one of the top universities in New York City.

During your time in college, you worked your ass off to maintain the scholarship and thensome. That’s when you found your passion in law and attended law school which led you to where you were now. One of the top corporate firms in New York City, you always made sure to devote time to your family and you were able to buy your parents a beautiful home where they could finally relax and retire.

At the age of 23, you met your now fiancé, Niles Murdock. He put you at the top of his world, for the first few years you two were together. Then it seemed like once he put a ring on your finger, he just stopped trying. No more random bouquets, no more casual walks in the park, no more lazy nights where you two sat cuddled up and ordered takeout to stuff your faces, it was all over. His parents were decent people, maybe that’s a lie. They only saw people and actions as transactions and they were the ones to convince you to go into corporate law. “That’s where the money is!” They said and you followed like a pet.

When you graduated law school you had multiple offers but your heart was leaning towards a position at the prosecutor's office. You would’ve had to work your way up but it would’ve been something you enjoyed. But you took the offer at Baker, Fisher & Ross LLP. The first year was hell, sitting in meetings and conference rooms with men that only saw you as a walking sex doll and disregarded any of your opinions. Three years later and now you’re the youngest and only female being considered for a position as partner, at only 28.

That was currently the only perk in your life.

Sometimes when you sat in your office and looked out the window, you wondered what would’ve happened if you went into criminal law. Where would you be then? Would your relationship with Niles have ended? Would you be slaving for a dollar? But most importantly, would you be happy?

But those were all questions that would remain unanswered. You had to push them aside because you had more important matters to focus on. You had to make partner in this firm. You had to or else this route would mean nothing. It would mean that you threw away everything, for nothing.

In the morning you woke up in an empty bed, as per usual. Niles was a stockbroker so he had to go meet with his Wall Street coworkers and probably snort a few lines of coke to start the day. You walked out of your bedroom and went straight to the shower to wake yourself up. As the water cascaded along your skin, you went over your schedule for the day. You had three meetings and then after lunch you had to go meet with the mock trial team you were mentoring. You loved working with them. They all reminded you of yourself, all bright eyed and eager to the world of law. If you could, you would warn them about making the right decision. You wanted to warn them to keep the fire inside them lit and not let it die out like you had. But then you’d scare them off and there goes something to brighten your day.

You finished your shower and rummaged through your closet, grabbing your gray pants suit and heels to set on your bed while you prepared a pot of coffee and made yourself up. After you finished getting ready, you poured the coffee into your mug and grabbed your bag. Just like clockwork you walked to your car, drove to your office building then walked to the local bakery to pick up a croissant for your secretary. Jesse was an angel, he was someone that you could rely on and chat with whenever you felt like you were going insane. Hell, he probably could write novels about your life with how much you told him.

After paying for the croissant you made your way back down the block to your office building and made your way inside. The building had 18 floors and was filled with multiple law firms. Your firm took up the top 6 floors and you didn’t really know much about anything else that occupied the space. Maybe if you’re stuck in the office late you’ll go look around and figure out what’s going on inside the building. It’s not like security would confront you anyways, they were too busy sleeping or flirting on the job.

You made your way through the growing crowd of people and waited for the elevator. Then after a few moments you packed yourself inside the metal box that was kind of like a can of sardines waiting to be sealed. You held your bag and the bag with the croissant inside close to you and looked out into the crowd of people that were waiting for the next elevator. They all shared a similar expression of boredom but there was someone that caught your attention. Just as you were about to turn your complete focus to them, the doors to the elevators shut and you started your ascent to hell. But there was something about the stranger that would stick in your mind no matter how quickly you looked at them, their pink eyes.

The elevator ride was fairly quick and you got off at the 17th floor. The top floor was reserved for the big shots and partners and if everything were to go your way, you’d be up there soon. You made your way to your office and stopped by the desk that sat in the antechamber that connected you both. “Good morning to the best secretary in this hell hole, I brought you your favorite.” You set the bag down at his desk and received a bright smile.

“You’re the greatest.” He took it and quickly opened it to eat the contents of the bag. That’s one thing about Jesse, you could give him a bag of rocks and he’d still be thankful for it. You smiled and turned to head into your office, just as your hand touched the knob Jesse cleared his throat. “Sorry, I got distracted but I heard that at the end of this week is when you’ll find out if you make partner. They’re having a little party at Vincenzo’s and they’ll make the announcement there. But don’t say I told you, Mr. Fisher is going to come down to tell you the news, so act surprised.” You felt a surge of adrenaline rush through your veins at his words. You’ll finally know if your work has paid off and if you made the right decision. “You got it, I’ll start practicing my shocked expressions.” You winked at Jesse then made your way inside your office to gather what you needed for your first meeting.

Right before you got ready to take your lunch break Mr. Fisher made his way to your office. You looked up at the older gentleman, out of the three men who helped create the firm, he was the kindest, he still had some sense of humanity in him. “Good afternoon, I just wanted to stop by and let you know that we’ll be announcing our decision on Friday. I also wanted to thank you for your hard work, if it wasn’t for you I’m not too sure if we’d still be running as good as we are. Enjoy your day and keep up the good work.” He smiled and left your office, once he was out of sight Jesse got up and made his way into your office.

“Come on, you’re telling me what he said on our way to lunch. Oh and is your detective friend joining us today?” Your ‘detective friend’ is someone you met in college, more specifically one of your closest friends that you met once you started college. Joy Aurora, she was your college roommate from freshman year and stuck by your side through law school while she pursued a career in law enforcement. Now she works as a lead detective in the prosecutor’s office. She was the first person to sense the bad vibes from Niles but she wanted you to be happy so she didn’t interfere. That still doesn’t mean she doesn’t put her (not so) little opinion about him every time you two talk.

“No, she has to go to Long Island to try to find some evidence for a case she’s working on but she’ll probably be able to meet us later on this week.” You organized your things then went with Jesse to lunch at the local diner.

“So you’re telling me that you have to go to dinner with Niles’ parents tonight but he couldn’t spare the time to have lunch with your brother when he visited a month ago? I mean, I know he’s an ass but that’s a major dick move. But remind me, what do you see in him?” You took a few moments to think about your answer but the pause was enough to convince Jesse. “He was perfect when we were dating. He always surprised me with flowers out of the blue, he always found time to come over and would force me to eat while I was studying for the bar, he was sweet with my parents and brother, he made my heart skip a beat whenever I saw him and I had to catch my breath whenever he smiled at me.”

“But how do you feel about him now? And be honest with me, Y/N.” You knew he was going to ask that question but you still dreaded it. “I don’t know how to feel about him. I feel like he’s tired of me and I feel bored. I feel frustrated with him but I’ve gotten used to it.” You looked down at the engagement ring on your finger and looked at the diamond on it. “Niles surprised me with this engagement ring about two weeks after I started working at the firm. He took me to get my nails done, helped me buy a beautiful dress and took me to dinner at this French restaurant that I still can’t pronounce the name of. Afterwards we walked around Central Park and then he popped the question. Back then I felt like I was on cloud nine, now I feel like I made the worst decision of my life. Isn’t that funny? How your life can change in an instant. I like to think that he’ll change, that he’ll go back to the Niles I fell in love with but with each passing day the hope just fizzes out.”

Jesse got up from his seat across from you and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I just don’t like seeing how miserable you look. You always look like you’re longing for something else and I don’t know what to do to help you. You’re my friend and I hate feeling like I can’t help you.” You hugged him back and shook your head. “It’s something that I’ll have to deal with by myself, Jesse. I got myself into this mess and I have to get myself out of it, or at least make it more tolerable.”

The rest of your lunch break was spent hearing Jesse complain about his tinder dates and boring love life. After heading back to the office you went to gather your things for the mock trial team you were mentoring and went to the conference room on the 15th floor. The students were still on the way so you could set up everything and refresh yourself on the details of the case they’ll be arguing for their competition. On the elevator ride down you skimmed through the packet to get a general gist of what the case was then made your way into the conference room.

Once inside you set up the packets at each of the empty chairs around the table and set the extras in the middle of it. You checked the time, still about 15 minutes until the students were supposed to come in so you had 15 minutes to kill. Thankfully there was a dry erase board in the conference room so you walked over to it but there were no markers. “Just my luck.” You looked around the conference room, checking wherever you could just to find at least one marker that you could use. You were just about to start crawling around to check any nooks and crannies around the room when you heard a knock on the door.

You fixed yourself a bit and turned to the door. “Sorry to bother, I just came to bring these in.” You saw the male at the door with a box of dry erase markers in his hand. Your eyes roamed along his face and once you met his eyes you quickly recognized him. He was the guy you briefly saw in the morning right before the elevators closed. He had beautifully tanned skin that contrasted perfectly with his blonde hair and bright colored eyes. Your eyes quickly traveled to his slightly exposed chest since the top two buttons of his shirt were opened. But you shook yourself out of your little trance. “Thank you so much, I was on the hunt for dry erase markers.”

You walked over to close the distance between you two and stuck your hand out to take the box from him. Your fingers just barely grazed his and you took the box. “I’m Y/N, I work for Baker, Fisher & Ross. Nice to meet you.” You stuck your free hand out to shake his and you had to fight yourself from going into another trance. “I’m Ryusei, I work a few floors beneath you at Jameson & Cole. My boss told me at the last minute that she had thrown out the last dry erase marker and had me go on a supply hunt so that was a pain. So, if any of the big shots at your firm need an assistant please let me know.” He joked and you shook your head as you laughed, “trust me, if you’re annoyed over a last minute task you’d hate working for any of the partners at my firm. They’re all very snooty and think too highly of themselves.” He chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. “Thanks for the warning.”

You spent the next few minutes chatting with him until his phone started ringing. “Fuck, I have to go set up for my boss’ meeting. It was really great talking to you, I’ll see you around.” You nodded and lifted up the box of markers as he started to take his leave, “thanks for the markers.” He flashed a wink at you then turned the hall to go to the elevators.

You stood in place for a moment and collected your thoughts. At the end of the day he was a stranger that you probably won’t see again so there was no need to be hung up on it. So you carried on with what you were planning to do. By the time the students made their way in you had some notes written on the board and you turned to them. “Alright guys, my name is Y/N and I work for Baker, Fisher & Ross and I’ll be your ticket to winning this whole competition. First things first, we’ll do introductions and then do a little exercise to loosen ourselves up.”

The rest of your day went by quickly and then it was time for what you were dreading most, dinner with Niles’ parents. All you had to do was grin and bear whatever bullshit they had prepared for you but biting your tongue was no easy feat. On the drive back home you received a text from Niles that told you to just meet him and his parents at the restaurant. You had gotten used to just meeting Niles at restaurants since he could never be bothered to meet you at home so you two could go together. After a quick drive back to your loft, you showered and then redid your makeup and slipped on a black dress then quickly left to the restaurant.

Coincidentally it was the restaurant Niles took you to when he proposed so all those memories came flooding back. After parking you entered and the host led you to the table where your fiancé and future in-laws sat. “I hope I didn’t keep you all waiting for too long, I came here as fast as I could.” You gave a short hug to both of his parents then sat down next to your fiancé. Surprisingly he leaned over to kiss you and took your hand in his while his parents began to drone on.

Being with his parents was surprisingly pleasant this time. There were no offhand comments thrown your way and they didn’t let their privilege ooze all over the place. Well, that was until Niles announced that you were up for partner at your law firm. His mother spoke first, “oh dear, if you make partner then you won’t have much time. You two have been together for so long and I don’t have any grandchildren yet. When I was your age I already had Harrison and was pregnant with Niles.” You chewed on your bottom lip to try to fight the urge to roll your eyes then you mustered up a fake smile.

“I completely understand where you’re coming from Susanne but we still haven’t really discussed the topic of children yet and making partner is what I really want.” She shook her head and sighed which meant that it was time for her husband to steer the conversation. “Sweetheart, sometimes you have to push what you want aside. I mean, Niles is doing great on Wall Street and is making more than enough to support you and children. What do you think, son? Don’t you want children?” You looked over at Niles, hoping that he’d defend you in this matter. “Well, I do want children,” a genuine smile was threatening to spread across your face, he was finally defending you, “you guys are right. I can support us, baby. I think that’ll be the perfect next step for our future.”

And just like that, your hopes got crushed. “We’ll just have to talk about it more.” You faked another smile as you spoke and you moved your hand from his grasp. The rest of the dinner went by quickly and you walked with him and his parents to their car. Once they drove off, you and Niles made your way to your car since one of his buddies dropped him off. The drive back was silent and it was almost impossible to fight your frustration and bite your tongue.

It was just bubbling and threatened to boil over. Once you two were in the lobby of your building you had to get it off your chest. “Are you serious, Niles? You expect me to give up my career so I can be a housewife? You know how hard I’ve worked for this and you want me to just throw it away?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to face you, his hazel eyes had no emotion to them, just like the rest of his face. “What’s so wrong with that? You knew from the start that I wanted to have kids and at this rate we’re not going to have them.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “We’re only 28. I’m not throwing away anything for children, I don’t care what you or mommy and daddy dearest think. For once I want you to act like my fiancé and support me and my decisions. Just once.” He opened his mouth to reply but you had already gone ahead of him into the elevator and pressed the button to your floor. Just as the doors were about to close a wrinkly hand stuck its way through then a familiar face walked in. “Just in time and my favorite neighbors are here.” You smiled at the elderly woman as she got on the elevator, “good evening Mrs. Bennett.”

“You two look so spiffy! Was it date night?” You shook your head and spoke to her during the short ride while Niles leaned against the opposite wall and watched you two in silence. Just as the elevator was about to stop at your floor Mrs. Bennett gently placed her hand on top of yours, “are you two in search of a puppy? My daughter’s dog just gave birth and we have too many puppies to give away. If you’re not busy just stop by my apartment.”

Niles opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to the punch, “how wonderful, I’ll join you on the way to your apartment and see the puppies.” Niles scoffed and rolled his eyes, “that mutt is going to be your responsibility, not mine.” He muttered and walked out of the elevator once the metal doors opened then you and Mrs. Bennett followed behind.

He went into the direction of your shared apartment and you went the opposite direction. Mrs. Bennett shook her head and looked at you, “trouble in paradise?” You shrugged and followed her to her apartment, “I guess you can say that.” She sighed and decided not to press the subject further. She opened the door to her apartment and right in the middle of the living room you saw a cardboard box with multiple eyes staring at you. “They’re akitas and just take your time with them to find your perfect match. Do you want some tea?” You shook your head and approached the box, there were 6 puppies in the box all begging for your attention. You played with them for a little then held up one, the one that practically clung onto you during your entire visit. He was a boy and had black fur with white spots over his eyes that made it look like he had little glasses. “I think I’ll be taking this one home.”

Mrs. Bennett approached with her cup of tea and smiled, “perfect and don’t worry about paying for him. Think of him as a thank you for all the times you came over to check on me and bought groceries for me.” You hugged her and with a short goodbye you left. As you walked through the hall you held the puppy up as you thought of a name for him. “Spot? Hm, that’s a little generic. Biscuit? I can see you don’t like that one. How about Atlas?” The puppy wiggled in your grip and yipped, which you took as a sign of confirmation. “Atlas it is.”

You unlocked the door to your loft and walked inside, Niles was in the kitchen with a glass of whiskey in his hand. “So you picked one out?” He didn’t even bother to look at you or Atlas as he spoke but you just shrugged it off and set Atlas on the floor. “Mhm, his name is Atlas. Don’t sound too excited.” You watched as Atlas approached Niles and nudged his leg with his nose but Niles just stepped away from him. You patted your thigh which caught the puppy’s attention and made him run back to you. Niles finally looked over at you and then looked down at Atlas, whose tail was wagging a mile a minute.

“Well Atlas is your problem, not mine. I don’t understand how you’re not ready for kids but can sign up to take care of a dog.” He downed the rest of the contents in the glass and put it in the dishwasher. “I’m going to shower then I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom since you’ll want to share our bed with that mutt.” You just watched as he disappeared into your shared bedroom to gather some things then went into the spare bedroom. You looked down at Atlas who looked back up at you with wide eyes and leaned down to pick him up. “Don’t mind him, he’s grumpy. I’ll just shower you with enough love for two people.” You kissed his snout and made your way to your bedroom to get ready for bed.

The rest of the week went by in a blur, you were able to fit Atlas into your schedule easily and even Niles warmed up to him. He even surprised the pup with a squeaky toy one night after coming home from work.

Soon, it was already the big day. The day where you’d find out if you made the right decision for your career path. You decided to wear what you dubbed your lucky dress, which was just a red dress that you wore to important consultations. You did your makeup and made yourself some coffee then brought Atlas to Mrs. Bennett’s so she could watch him while you were at work. On the drive to the office you felt excited, adrenaline surged through your veins and you sang along to whatever song played on the radio at the top of your lungs. You went through the usual morning routine, getting a croissant for Jesse and everything went as it usually did.

The day went by so slowly in your opinion. You wanted to know what their decision was already but you had to be patient. The time soon passed and you made your way to Vincenzo’s with Jesse. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kept you close to him as you two walked into the restaurant. “This is your big day superstar, did you pack your things for our move to the top floor?” You smiled and lifted a hand to gently pat his chest. “Once the announcement is made I’ll get my things ready.”

The restaurant was packed. It seemed like the whole office building was invited. You looked around but Niles wasn’t there but maybe he was running late. There was no way he’d miss an important day like this. Or at least you hoped he wouldn’t miss it. “I’m going to get some drinks, I’ll be right back.” You moved from Jesse’s grip and walked over to the bar, there stood Joy. You smiled brightly and hugged her tightly. “Hi beautiful, where’s your knight in shining armor? I haven’t seen him here yet.”

You shrugged at her question and grabbed a strawberry daiquiri, “no clue, I sent a message earlier to make sure he knew where to go but I haven’t gotten a reply from him yet.” Joy raised an eyebrow and even though she hadn’t said anything yet, you knew what was going to come out of her mouth. “I know, just give him some time. Maybe he got caught up or he’s on his way.” She shrugged and took a sip of her beer, “if you insist but I hope he shows face soon. If not, I’m going to talk your ear off about him and nothing will be able to stop me.” You laughed and nodded.

You spent the next half hour with Jesse and Joy then your attention was piqued when Mr. Baker, Mr. Fisher and Mr. Ross stood at the small stage and Mr. Baker tapped his microphone. “Good evening everyone. First off, thank you for taking the time to come and celebrate this event with us. This decision we’re about to announce took so much time and so much debating, I just want to say that both people who were up for this position are more than deserving for this position and it pains us all to offer it to only one person. So, with great pleasure I would like you all to congratulate Mr. Kuon Wataru!”

Your eyes widened at the announcement and your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach. “Kuon got it? He made partner?” You asked your questions to no one in particular and you watched as Kuon got up to thank everyone. Mr. Fisher made his way through the crowd and approached you with an apologetic look on his face. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I fought for you as much as I could but they wouldn’t budge no matter what.” You nodded and downed the rest of your drink as Mr. Fisher placed a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it before walking away.

Jesse placed his arm around you and held you close to him, shaking his head. “Fucking bastard, his father made that big donation during our last fundraiser so I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what swayed their opinions. It’s not like all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths.” You felt like you were suffocating, like there were large hands clamping around your neck and they were squeezing down as hard as possible.

“I need to get some air.” You made your way through everyone as quickly as you could. All you had was tunnel vision to the exit, not even acknowledging anyone that was near you. You went out through the side entrance and leaned against the wall as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. You went through your bag for your phone and dialed Niles’ number. After a few rings you finally got an answer, “hey babe.” His words were slurred and you could smell the alcohol on his breath through the screen and you heard all the chatter and laughter in the background.

Your frustration quickly rose and you couldn’t even hold yourself back. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re out getting shit faced during one of the biggest nights of my life? I bet you didn’t even remember what today was. You couldn’t even bother to reply to my text earlier. You know, I had a feeling you’d end up pulling some shit like this but I tried to push any doubt aside because why would my fiancé not show up? Why wouldn’t my fiancé be around for such an important occasion? But it turns out that you don’t fucking care! You don’t care about me and what I want, if it’s not about you getting your way then you don’t care! Don’t bother coming home tonight, don’t bother coming back at all, I’m done with you Niles. This is the last straw. It’s over.” You hung up the phone and tossed it back into your bag.

You felt the tears build up and they quickly blurred your vision. You wiped at your eyes to try to hide the tears, you’d just hate it if anyone came out and saw you like this. You didn’t want to go through the whole explanation of how your life turned to shit in less than 10 minutes. You decided that you should just head home and then you could drown yourself in whatever alcohol you had stored and cuddle with Atlas. You went through your bag to find your car keys and just your luck, they weren’t there. “Of course, I left them in the fucking office.”

You wiped your eyes once more and made your way to the office. You felt your phone vibrate in your bag, of course it was Niles trying to make up some poor excuse to explain why he didn’t show up but you weren’t in the mood to deal with it. You walked inside of your office building and stood in front of the elevators.

For some reason you looked down at your hands and saw the diamond of your engagement ring glistening in the light. The tears built up again as you looked at the ring. You were so caught up you didn’t even hear anyone approach. You sniffled and wiped your eyes then a voice broke you out of your trance.

“Hey, are you alright?”

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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.

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