#yoichi isagi smut

[tteokdoroki]

ೀ⋆OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS ━━ yoichi isagi + overstimulation !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. yoichi isagi + overstimulation. if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way! (5.6K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, street-racer!au, exes to lovers, toxic relationships, overstimulation, scratching, fingering, sweat kink, pain kink, food play (candy), dry humping, multiple/forced orgasms, oral sex (f!recieving), public sex, possesive sex, unprotected sex, street racer + fem!reader, ex boyfriend + street racer!yoichi isagi.

୨୧ — director’s note. slay! the third kinktober installment is here! i hope you guys like this one, isagi makes me so dizzy...i think he has the bes dirty talk!! enjoy mwah mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

there’s something about street racing that just…gets you off. 

you’ve always enjoyed its thrill, the way having control over the wheel makes you feel when you push yourself to top speeds. adrenaline becomes your new dopamine. like a drug injected straight into your veins — driving makes you feel high. more alive than anything.

the glamourous pink S2K that you drive is your lover, the unpredictable twists and turns of the race course — your best friend. you adore beating men at their own game and looking absolutely fucking stunning at the same time. though, what you love the most, is the thrill of chasing after yoichi isagi.

next to you — your on and off boyfriend, isagi, is probably the best street racer in town. an unpolished gem of untapped potential and a beast of a driver. though with a man like that, competitiveness between you both comes easy — like a third party in your own relationship. its been that way since you met, the two of you falling into the toxic cycle of, racing, winning fucking and breaking up.

and as bad as it sounds, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“you lose tonight, precious,” isagi wipes the grease from his knuckles with a rag as he approaches your car, cocking his head to the side with a smile so twisted it sends a pang of heat from your head to your core. together or not, he’s always had this effect on you — like a fog sweeping over your mind or the oceans waves pulling you under. “and we get back together.” 

“boy, don’t you know i have a race to win?” leaning over the hood of your car, it’s your turn to tilt your head to the side — like a puppy dog, mocking him. your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you peer up at him, the pink of your tongue wrapping around finding a centre point for the bubblegum you’re blowing. it pops on its own. all the while,  a flirtatious confidence seeps from your bones into the night air, luring isagi into your usual game of cat and mouse right before you’re due to race. “i don’t need any distractions, ‘ichi.” 

you can’t help but revel in the way that he shudders upon hearing your name drip from his lips, like the finest and purest form of honey. out of all the girls he’s ever known, you’re the only one who gets him riled up like this without even trying — activating his raw instincts, that carnal desire he always has for you that he keeps locked away whenever you’re not together. 

“baby,” crouching down to your height, isagi smirks as your predatory gaze follows his actions like a vixen in the night. “you know i’d never mess up a race of yours on purpose.” one of his elbows comes up to rest on your hood, the glittery vinyl stickers reflecting against the deep ocean blue in his eyes. your ex lets the weight of his head rest in his palm, a faux pout on his lips as he speaks to you. “how about it, wanna make a bet?” 

you inch closer, close enough for isagi to catch a the whiff of strawberry candy in your breath over the thick sexual tension brewing between you both. “wha’do i get if i win?” you hum slyly, blowing another bubble into the face of your ex lover. 

yoichi mirrors your movements, sliding closer to you so that he lick through your bubblegum, landing a breath’s width away from your sugar-coated and syrupy lips. “you win, ‘n i promise to leave you alone forever.” he rasps, pushing past the lustful tone lodged in his throat. 

standing to your full height, you ruffle his midnight locks with a condescending air about it. “oh baby, you’re so silly.” the superlicious murder slips from between your perfectly glossed lips before you even think to stop it, accompanied by your light laughter. testing your man’s patience has always been your strong suit. 

but before you have a chance to walk away, isagi hooks his fingers through your belt loops and tugs you flush against his tone frame — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “what, you don’t like those terms?” he huffs. “i thought they were perfectly reasonable.

“it’s just that… it’s cute that you think winning me back works that way.” shaking your head, you fail to let isagi have the last word and finally manage to pull yourself from the tendrils of his grip before you become putty in his arms and a mess under his gaze — that twisted mix of annoyance and desire already turning within your stomach, oozing into your nether regions in the form of liquid lust.

“fuck me,” a breathless and playful chuckle resounds in isagi’s throat like a tune base boosted on the stereo, only interrupted by a slick statement that serves to frustrate you even more. “so you’re sayin’ you don’t miss playin’ with my joystick?” he calls out to you while you’re still in eyeshot of his cerulean orbs — the ones that track the sway of your hips as you walk away from him. isagi wants nothing more than to dig his fingertips into the fat at your waist, pull your hips over his hardening cock as blood pulses through it and make you eat those words. 

but he also knows, and from experience, the more pissed off you are — the better you’ll race and the more you’ll want to fuck him later on. 

“i’ll start missing it when you get the right set of tools.” you sing back, sending a wink his way as you hope into the driver's seat of your precious pink baby, shooing off the girls who’d helped you prep your S2K for the race. he watches as you wave to your competitors, buttering them up with your charm before you leave them in the dust. 

and even though he has no right to be jealous — especially when you’re broken up like this, isagi can’t help but want admit to you how seeing you race makes him feel. like now — how you drive right up rin itoshi’s ass and curse at him  to ‘bend over’. everything has sex crazed hormones rushing to his cock and his head gets a little dizzy like he’s been inhaling car fumes and diesel for too long. you fuck him up like no girl ever has before — he’s completely obssesed with you, the ups and downs and fall out of your messy relationship. 

he wants you. feverishly, carnally, and in every way possible and as you pull up in first place after the race — isagi realises, it’s not the race that makes him feel alive.

it’s always going to be you. 

“you’re so fuckin’ frustrating.”

the cash prize isn’t the only good thing about winning your races, it’s the way isagi lives to devour you whole afterwards. 

dark ocean eyes drink in the way your back arches from the hood of your car and it’s cool metal surface — chasing isagi in the heated and humid air, while his hips rock against your cunt almost in tune with the music in the background. the tune of your celebrations. “am i?” you grin, wild and delirious and breathless. “it’s not my fault. thought i told you to quit chasin’ me, yoichi.” 

you giggle, earning a delicious twitch of his dick between your panty-clad folds, spreading a delicious layer of arousal over his clothes. your rival racerpretends to ignore your antics, knowing that he’ll only get riled up and instead focuses on tugging down your flimsy tank top to reveal your sweat shined skin. 

“you could never get rid of me, baby.” you’ve never been immune to the charm of isagi’s hypnotic voice paired with his teasing rows of pearly white teeth that coast over your flesh until goosebumps rise over its expanse. your ex has a way about him, a way that makes it hard for you to shut him out and easier for you to hold your breath and deprive it of the oxygen you need to think clearly. 

to think about escaping this toxicity. 

sloppy kisses to taste the salt on your skin turn to little bite marks, barely there whilst leaving a warm shine to your throat — the temperature proving to be a lustful contrast to the cold metal of your car. he licks and sucks at you possessively, even when other racers pass by and in the back of your mind you briefly recall bachira hollering at the two of you loudly.

just as you reach out to him and wave back, yoichi grabs your wrists in one rough palm and pins them above your head — chuckling into the trail of wet smooches he drags down to your tits, followed by a wild whine that resonates deep in his chest when his cockhead catches on your rock hard clit from behind the many barriers of your clothes. you huff at your newfound restriction. 

a slow, cocky smile spreads over the film of isagi’s lips as if he’s remembered something about your body, that only he knows, in your time apart. how it anticipates and tingles while waiting for his every move, craves to be ravaged and torn apart by him. “focus on me, baby. don’t miss what’s most important to you.” he drawls, gentle notes of condensation slipping into his usually chipper voice. “me.” 

lifting his head from your chest expectantly, being a gentleman and waiting for your consent to kiss. another laugh escapes him when you writhe desperately in yoichi’s grip and wrap your legs around his taut waist to drag him closer for the lip lock you deserve. your prize for being such a winner. he follows your lead, selfishly trapping your lower lip between his teeth before toppling into a hungry kiss — his devious tongue delving it’s way into your mouth to claim it’s every inch possessively. the more you kiss, the more it knocks the lollipop on your mouth about.

all the while, isagi never stops grinding against you — cockhead oozing precum over your cotton decorated pussy lips and budding clit, painting you in the early signs of his arousal. the heat in the air only carries the scent of your sex and mingled notes of diesel fuel — enough to make you dizzy and crave more friction from the street racer as he ruts between your thighs. you’re growing delicious, letting ecstasy trickle through your veins and onto the hood of your car while yoichi drags his cock through your silken slit over and over again until his clothes and his erection are dripping in your sweet juices.

“didnt plan ever plan on… on g-gettin’ rid of ya, pretty boy.” you say through thready breaths, using the strength in your thighs to squeeze isagi close. maybe it’s the adrenaline from your racing high or the fact that isagi cages you in against the car, using his free hand to pinch and pull at sensitive parts of you while he humps at your fluttering and sopping mound — whatever it is, you can feel an orgasm approaching faster than you can register. 

tucking your lollipop into your cheek, you gaze up at isagi with glassy, angel eyes — your mouth open as you pant his praises like a common whore. “did you miss me? i know he did.” then, your eyes shoot down to the rough outline of his dick as it makes you shudder, sex clenching over the veins on his shaft while you practically ride your ex’s precum loaded tip. your dirty talk earns a hearty moan from isagi, his tongue rolling out of his mouth like a dog in rut while he laps at the sweat bearing on your collar bones and neck. “missed my cock so much.” you goad adoringly, a little sick and a little twisted. 

your possession over him fills isagi’s body with concerning amounts of desire and only serves to make him feral — snapping his hips into you faster and harder. his blue eyes drown in an ocean of mirth as they hone in on the light bounce of your chest, his tongue drips in the taste of your light perspiration while he finds his voice over your salacious bump and grind. 

“missed you too baby. missed my fuckin’ pussy,” yoichi grunts selfishly, breathing heavy against your skin and adding to your chorus of shared high pitched moans the closer you get. with one hard thrust, isagi has your unused little hole drooling and your head flying back onto the car’s hood, banging against the metal. the pain only fuels the expanding fire of desire burning bright in your lower tummy — raising the temperature between your bodies. “she’s so sensitive, guess you haven’t fucked anyone while i’ve been gone.” 

his voices oozes condensation, messes with your mind and drags you under the control of your toxic and selfishly possessive ex. it’s like he lives for the the way your thighs quiver around his waist and give all your neediness away, you can’t hide anything from him. he puts your pleasure under a microscope. 

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” isagi grins evilly, letting go of your hands as he watches you tremble and spasm and twitch beneath him. rendered useless against the very car that got you to win your race. 

he’s not wrong, however, for the knot that had been tightening up in your lower tummy begins to unravel too fast for your own liking. an orgasm crashes down on you like a heavy storm that’s escaped isagi’s deep blue eyes and he bucks into you monstrously through it all — hardly giving you a second to breath. your release pours out of you in a clear stream, your eyes disappearing into your skull and your shaky fingers into the roots of your ex’s hair as you tug on it to ground yourself. 

it gets everywhere, seeps through your ex boyfriend’s clothes, splashes against your S2K and gathers in a pool beneath your shaky ass. yoichi coaches you through it with soft, loving praises as if you’d never been broken up. kisses that make your knees knock and breath hitch. you cum so fast, so hard and so soon that your lollipop rolls out from between your swollen spit slicked lips, but isagi is quick to grasp the sugary treat dragging it over your them and down your body. 

he follows it’s sticky trail over your clothes, sucking its flavour from the planes of your skin. the sound of tearing fabric flies under the bustling crowd and revving engines — isagi having ripped off your shorts to expose your temperate, glistening mound to the night air and gleam of car headlights. 

“h-holy shit, ichi! wait—!”

your nails sharply rake at the racer’s scalp in surprise, shocked at the warm-ish sensation of your lollipop pressing against your budding clit as it throbs between the slickness of your folds. “awh, is it sensitive? good.” he tuts down at you menacingly, his voice lowers scratching at the patch of your brain that controls your lustful drive. with the sweet treat still in his grasp, isagi rubs tight circles into your pleasure centre and grind to himself when your thighs instinctively jump apart to give him a better view of the even sweeter dessert between your thighs. 

he knows you. inside and out. 

knows what you even with how on-off your relationship is — as if he’s always been genetically programmed to make you feel good, get you that same high racing gives you. yoichi crouches, no longer standing over you so that he can get a whiff of your scent — the musk of your sex more dizzying than the fumes of gasoline throughout the track. “wanna taste you gorgeous, while you’re still cummin’ for me.” he groans, deep and hungry like he’s been waiting to eat a good fucking meal all day. “that okay?” 

“please…fuckin’ hurry.”  comes your impatient reply, bucking your hips up into the humid air as you chase the friction of the candy against your clit. you feel as though you’re seated right on the edge of another orgasm, inches away from crumbling off of the cliff of euphoria. “you’re so slow,” you heave again, head lolling to the side with your drool oozing onto the hood of your pretty pink car. “see you never learned how to use your…oh—! tools!”

your voice escapes you, shock intertwining with the electrical spark of desire running down the length of your spine to the heartbeat in your pussy. you’re surprised once more when isagi gently nudged the lollipop past your entrance to tease you — ripping it away when you gush like you’re about to cum.

sitting up and resting on your elbows, you glare down into mischievous blue eyes as he pops the candy into his mouth. “mother fucker.” 

“alright, watch it.” the corner of isagi’s lips quirk up into a cocky smirk, enjoying how you writhe against cool metal in contrast to how hot your skin is to the touch. like a furnace, burning from the inside out. 

“you said you wanted to taste me!” you whine, auffovating in the humidity and anticipation. you want him to touch you, but the ghost of kisses he presses along your inner thighs just aren’t enough. 

“i didn’t say i was gonna eat you out though, pretty girl.” isagi whispers, pushing the lollipop into his cheek so he can focus on sucking an array of marks into the swell of your to leave his claim on you. the pointed edge of his teeth sink into the doughy flesh, imprinting a ring of bite marks in place as well. “dunno, don’t think you deserve it.” 

he simply rolls his eyes in response, grunting as he spreads you even further — revealing the webs of cloudy slick that tie your shaky limbs together. yoichi drags a finger through your puffy pussy lips, it’s tip dragging on the silken strings of your arousal until he’s able to circle it over your clenching entrance. 

you let out a defiant whimper, hips rising from your car while a trail of your sweet juices ruin the paint job on your car. “hate you.” comes your weak whisper, trapped in the lodges of your throat while isagi pressed further into your tight little hole and stretches you open. 

“yeah whatever.” he grins lazily, warm breath fanning over your pulsating mound while his nose nudges your sensitive clit. “that’s why you keep coming back to me, precious.” 

the sensation makes your hips buck up, chasing the delicious friction of your ex’s fingertips against your soaked ribbed walls as they ripple around him.  but isagi lives to punish you, make you work for your pleasure or torture you with it for leaving him the dust each and every time. his free hand splays over your navel, pinning you to your own car as a second finger joins the first inside of you — instantly curling to bare down on your spongy g-spot.

the cry that escapes you is raw and powerful, louder than any engine in any model of car — serving to remind isagi of where you are, how on display you are for the hungry eyes of his competitors. he takes this as a chance to remind everyone of who you belong to. no matter how much of a hot shot racer you are, you’ll always belong right underneath yoichi isagi. 

he does nothing to soothe your whimpers and cries, thrusting his fingers deep into your squelching pussy as it echoes into the parking lot in a sweet symphony with your moans. you drool into the seat his palm, thrash on the hood of your car and squeeze down on him with a grip so tight isagi fears that you’ll never let him go. 

“you’re so tense, baby. relax for me,” the man mumbles darkly against your sex. “what’ll make you feel good? should i play with this cute little clit too?” pressing a loving and syrupy kiss to the pleasure nub, isagi moans at your arousal as it pearls on his eager lips. “oh i knew you’d like that. my girl always likes it when her man plays with this messy pussy.” spitting onto your cunt, a sick laugh rumbles in yoichi’s throat as he fucks the frothy mixture back into you, drinking in the way you whine and writhe about the place. all for him. “c’mon, louder baby. let the people hear how pretty you are. how good i’m making you feel.”

saliva coats your tongue, making difficult to breathe between the languid push and pull of isagi’s fingers as they stroke at your insides. he has you ruined, for any other man—  sticky and sloppy between the thighs. the both of you know that only he can get you like this. 

and the sick part about it all, is that you’re fucking enjoying it.

the thrill of being watched by your fellow racers makes you act up, has you crying and moaning a little louder than usual — putting on a show for your ex as you fall back into your toxic routine. those sweet salacious sounds spike higher and higher the closer you get, the more isagi sucks on your clit and scissors his fingers around to press up against sensitive spots along your gummy walls. 

“that’s it pretty girl, give it to me. louder. good girl, good job.” he coos into you oh so condescending, face coated with a crude mix of spit and slick that glistens under the artificial light from the street lamps above. a blistering sense of pride lodges itself in yoichi’s chest when you scream his name, tugging on the roots of his hair once more. “you can do better than that, louder.” 

“ohmygod—! yoichi!” you yelp sheepishly, throwing an arm over your heated face. though it’s not in shame, you can hardly bring yourself to feel embarrassed about gushing on your ex’s face in front of your fellow racers and racing crew. the pleasure he gives you has you too far gone, like a smoke screen over your hazy mind. “g-god i’m… y-yoichi i’m close!”

“yeah?” he laughs breathily, flicking his tongue over your budding clit, pulling the lollipop from the confines of his greedy mouth to slap it against your quivering pussy as well. “you gonna cum?” it’s far too soon, far too much for you to be reaching another orgasm. but there’s been a steady pressure bubbling up just below your navel, tightening and tightening until it threatens to snap. 

you shake your head pathetically, the metal of your car creaking below your hips as you try to run from isagi’s fingers wildly pumping in and out of you. “c-can’t!” 

“can’t? you don’t wanna, hm.” he sucks his teeth, the sound layering softly over the lewd slushy noises echoing from between your thighs. “too bad. i don’t care. cum for me, precious.”

its like your body has a mind of its own, wilfully ignoring the pain of overstimulation as you cum for isagi once more. milky white runs down your ex’s arms in a boiling hot stream, squirting from your abused and used sex. white spots blur the edges of your vision and you shake violently all throughout your second high, the stacks of ecstasy isagi had been building up within you coming crumbling down and leaving you suffocating in your own dust-cloud of lust. 

the rest of your arousal burns a trail down your pudgy thighs like fuel that’s been set on fire, and you can’t even tell what’s up or down anymore. “c-cumming! ‘m…fuck, yoichi.” you scream, chest heaving, head rolling to the side— pressed against your car’s cool surface. “please, i can’t.” 

“already? you were talking so big before your race now look at you. s’all too much… poor baby.” isagi works you through your orgasm, controlling your every twitch and every aftershock until you damn near pass out. 

you’re almost too far gone to register the sound of rustling clothes and the feeling of your rival (and ex) pressing himself over you. but then he’s patting your cheek lovingly, drinking in your sweet and tired expression with big blue eyes full of adoration before slipping his lollipop into your drooling mouth to pacify you. 

“‘ichi…” you bleat, exhausted. 

“yeah, yeah. i know, precious. but i think we can manage one more, yeah?” he asks you softly, a little more tender than before as he kisses your forehead, licking up a bead of sweat that runs down it. no matter how many times you break up, he’ll always be good to you. always check in with you. make you cum as many times as you can manage while still making you see stars. “need to show all those fuckin’ losers who you belong to. need to make you mine again.” 

weakly lifting your head, you notice the slight audience of racers you’ve gathered while letting isagi fuck you publicly. all the men you’ve beaten in races over time, staring at the way your man ravages you like the sight is a cool glass of water. it would be a lie to say that the feeling of being watched didn’t send another spark of lust shooting down your spine. 

“one more?” you question him and pout around the lollipop that tastes like you, big bambi eyes blinking up at your ex boyfriend. 

“one more.” yoichi confirms, pressing his forehead to yours in order to coax a kiss out of you. “don’t worry, you can take it.” there’s reassurance hidden in his lustful tone as he lines his drippy cock up with your ruined entrance (having pulled it out earlier). he pulses to life against you, the blood rushing through his shaft teeming with desire for you. isagi lets you sit up on your elbows so that you can watch him bully his cock past your fluttering entrance. 

isagi’s eyes gloss over with debauchery while you swallow him down, brows creasing in the centre of his forehead when he bottoms out inside of you — both of your mouths hanging open in hot moans. only adding to the humid air. blindly, he fumbled for your pretty throat, squeezing it gently with each clench of your slippery walls around his aching shaft. 

“you won’t break, baby.” he tells you, drawing his hips back from the snugness of your cunt to set a slow roll to his thrusts. the feeling makes you cry out, hoarse and needy before being soothed by isagi’s leaking tip pushing along every pleasure spot he knows by heart inside of you. “try a little harder for me.” 

his words leave you breathless and dumbfounded, every logical thought and smart-ass retort having escaped you while isagi’s milky, bulbous tip churns up your insides. your sexes slot together perfectly, his girthy dick wrapped in gorgeous blue and green veins keeps you nice and full and reaches the spots you couldn’t dare to reach on your own. isagi hands over you, supporting his weight on one hand, with his lips a breath’s width away from your own. 

the both of you are love drunk on the sex-crazed hormones buzzing in the hot air between you — particles of lust smashing together the more your bodies start to sync up and move together. yoichi devours you, takes parts of your body and claims them with his teeth and tongue and hand gently squeezing around your throat. he fucks you with vigour, so hard that your car shakes beneath your ministrations and you nearly lose the candy in your mouth once more. 

you return the favour, clawing up and down isagi’s back while his dark hair tickles your forehead, cascades down to your neck as he kisses you wetly and laps over the salt on your skin. everything about you never fails to pull him back into your toxic cycle. where he loves you, fucks you and breaks you. a satisfied groan takes root in his chest like a sturdy tree at the taste of you, his hips still pumping into you at a rapid pace, painting you with thick layers of opaque white that cling to your swollen pussy lips and clit. 

“you’re mine, f-forever. not gonna let… mhm.. anyone else touch you.” he slurs menacingly into the junction between your neck and shoulder, finally letting go of your throat so he can push your knees into your chest — forcing his heavy cock into your cunt as deep as it can go. “never gonna let you go again, precious. never gonna let you go without my cock this king again. you’re fuckin’ mine.”

“all fuckin’ yours,” you drawl back with a delirious smile, dizzy from the new angle. your pleasure mounts once more but with the addition of a spark of pain from the overstimulation. yoichi knows your limits, he knows how much his precious girl can take but delivers it in the best of ways — sinfully bucking down into you so hard that his heavy breeders balls smack rhythmically against the curve of your ass. he succumbs to the tight grip your iron hot core has on him, begging him to stay and to never leave you ever again. 

you have one another in a choke hold, falling into a synced up and salacious bump and grind against the hood of your car. every time isagi ruts into you, you clench down, gushing on his dick and covering him (and your car) in an early release. 

“that’s right baby,” isagi seethes through gritted teeth, blinded by white and the stars from up above as he gets closer and closer to his high. he can no longer stave it off for the benefit of overstimulating you, strung along by each twinge of pain he feels from your nails forming crescent moons in his shoulders and drawing blood. “say it like you mean it. scream my fuckin’ name for all these people, yeah? you want me. the only man who’ll ever make you feel this good.” 

you will yourself to speak but barely have the chance to with the way isagi fucks you sensless.  you choke on air, following your biological instinct to rut up into him, whilst you’re reminded all the reasons why your rival racerwill always be the only man for you. he fucks you like he’s never loved you, like a stranger he may hate but he moans and mewls against you like you’re the only person he’s ever loved. 

isagi doesn’t care about the racing, or the money or the people watching him ruin your sluice sex over and over again. 

he only cares about you.  

“c’mon baby,” he goads, licking up your cheeky nastily. “you can do it, tell me how much you want me. how much you love me, precious.” each syllable that he purrs out shoots straight to the winding, orgasmic knots in your belly. making them tighten painfully. “god, you’re fuckin’ milking me.” 

so you wrap both arms around isagi’s neck, yank at his hair, rip through the skin on his back with your nails (because you know how much he likes it when you hurt him) and say. “i need you, ‘ichi. y-you’re the only one i’ve ever wanted!” 

and that’s all it takes, to give isagi that last burst of energy to make the both of you really feel it. after one, two, three more thrusts — you’re both sent flying over the edge in unison. “m-‘my precious baby, fuuck, all mine. gonna cum…you better cum for me.”thick waves of viscous white cum floods your puffy folds, whilst yoichi bites down hard on your neck to state his high pitched whines, fucking his seed deeper into you until he calms down. 

you’re in no better condition, squirting so hard that you almost lose your grip on reality. a world of colours flash behind your darling eyes when you cum for the third and final time that night, static ringing in your ears alongside the sweet symphony of your ex boyfriend’s moans and the groaning metal from your car. 

you’re sure the paint has been completely tainted with cum by now.

by the time you finally come to and stop spasming around isagi’s softening cock, he’s peeling your sweaty skin away from your car to coddle you in his chest — shielding you from the hungry eyes of your competitors. “keep your eyes to your fuckin’ selves.” he snarls with teeth bared, despite how gently he holds you. 

“easy there tiger,” you sigh, snuggling against him as exhaustion settles into your fucked out bones. “i think they know who i belong to now.” grabbing at his neck, you pull isagi  down for a sloppy kiss — mewling happily at the taste of sweat, sex and sugar on his tongue before passing him the lollipop once more. “guess the money wasn’t the only thing i won tonight.” 

“you’re kinda sick, you know that?” he laughs in response, but before he can kiss you again — the racing crowd starts to scramble at the sound of police sirens.

still curled into your (ex? oh what the hell) boyfriend, you crack a tired smile. “looks like we gotta split, boy.” 

“you comin’ back with me this time, precious?” a smooch is pressed into your hairline while isagi gathers you into his arms fast — bundling you into the passenger's seat since you’re clearly in no state to play get away driver. he doesn’t bother with your clothes. 

“you know that you can’t get rid of me, baby.” you got the keys into the ignition in time for isagi to slip into the driver’s side — steering you away from the scene of the crime. “i’m yours forever, remember?” 

he only chuckles at that, wild blue eyes reflecting the blue and red cop car lights as he looks to you while speeding away.

“god you drive me crazy, i love you. you fuckin’ maniac.”

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[angelltheninth]

May I request Isagi, Bachira, Rin, Chigiri, Nagi, and Reo receiving blow/handjobs from their s/o, after winning a game, or just a long day on the field?

Celebratory blowjobs? Are there any better kind for these guys?

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Nagi Seishiro, Mikage Reo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjobs, handjobs, titjobs, locker room sex, post game adrenaline, hair-pulling (for Reader), praise, facial cum shot

A/N: Not gonna lie I've thought about this more then once.

Isagi is stunned out of his mind when you sink on your knees in the locker room after his victory. Don't get him wrong, he loves your mouth as much as he likes playing but he can't help but sink onto the bench and gasp as you smile against his cock, moving your head up and down, his grip faltering when his orgasm hits him so suddenly.

Bachira was the one who started this trend with you, at first it was only you fingering you in the locker room to get rid of the rest of his adrenaline but soon it became a mutual thing as you also started feeling the adrenaline of almost getting caught and reaching for his cock, sliding your hand up and down the length, signaling that you need more then his fingers.

Rin thinks he fully deserves this wonderful reward that is your mouth. Might be better then the golden medal around his neck. Don't you dare stop now, the locker room door is locked so there's no need to hesitate. His teammates and and will wait for him to get the real prize: to see your face glistening white with his cum.

Chigiri doesn't think this is a good idea honestly but his horny brain is stronger then his reason. Then you better be ready to open up wide because he's not stopping, he's not taking it slow either, he's fucking your throat like he's chasing the ball, lightning fast and with a single goal in mind. Swallow it. You statred it so you better fucking swallow what he gives you.

Nagi is surprisingly relaxed as you push your boobs around his cock and start sucking on the tip. This is different, you're not usually this daring. Not that he can complain, this is better then the victory rush. Are you surprised that he thinks so? No game can ever compare to the softness of your tits, the warmth of your mouth or the sound of you moaning around his cock.

Reo almost loses his mind when he realizes what you're doing. You... you know he was joking about that right? You weren't huh? Well don't let him stop you then, go on, give the victor is reward, just like he deserves. This is dirty, so fucking risky yet he couldn't care less, getting caught would be worth it if he could just get the feeling of coming into your mouth and your hand pumping his cock for more.

[rintoshiss]

his favorite nightly routine? shower time. no, not the way that he enjoys feeling your wet, warm body slide against his in the walls of the shower. oh no, that’s an entirely different story..

it’s the way his shirt drapes over your frame and hangs off of your shoulder just above your breast. the cold air that hits when you step into the bedroom gives you slight goosebumps, nipples poking through the thin fabric. the hem of said shirt is just resting above your thighs, the panties he bought you poking under. the steam from the bathroom and it’s dim light only adds to the atmosphere.

a few small beads of water are on your cheek and chest from your wet hair and there’s a slight blush on your face from how warm it was in the bathroom. you finish up your nightly routine and shuffle yourself into the bed, tucking your form under his. he draws shapes on your back, though his mind tells a different story than what his hands are doing. his hands slowly drag to your boobs as he toys with them, rolling your nipples between his fingers and squishing the fat of your breast in his palm.

RIN, isagi, sae, bachira, SHIDOU, OIKAWA, tsukishima, kageyama, SUNA, atsumu, + your fav

i got so lazy writing this sorry lmao

[lawfullyandlovely]

Can we all agree that Yoichi Isagi is like the most boyfriend material out of all the BLLK boys? Like all the guys would be wonderful boyfriends, but there’s just something particularly special about sweet, darling Yoichi. Get a man that will carry your purse, be the first one to compliment your new haircut, immediately sniff out a new perfume you’re wearing, give you his credit card without be asked twice, rub your shoulders when you feel stressed, plan study dates, movie nights, give you fuzzy blankets + his jersey, etc.

Minors don’t click down below!

But have you prettily plastered on the bed, your legs shaking from the severe amount of orgasms Yoichi milked out of you. Your cunt dripping with a mix of both your cums, pouring out into a thin river of white onto the stained bedsheets. Your clit overly sensitive from being suckled on, the same harsh treatment Yoichi has done with your hardened nipples. You whimper as you feel the bundle of nerves between yours legs fire electric bolts of pleasure and overstimulation throughout your body. You’re too tired to even do anything, not to mention, you found out the hard way pleas for Yoichi to slow down don’t work. Once he has the same gaze he does when he plays soccer, his focus is unbreakable. You can call it body worship if you please. Markings and scratch marks on your thighs, sloppy cunt kisses and moans of desire filling your entrance as Yoichi eats your pretty little pussy again and again. Yeah, you could see it that way. Isn’t your Yoichi just the sweetest? Giving you as many orgasms as he you wants

[wttcsms]

ravenous ; yoichi isagi

pairing yoichi isagi x f!reader  word count 1.7k  synopsis nothing makes your boyfriend more ravenous than winning a game — fortunately for you, you’re the only one who can satiate him. content contains tiny fascination/emphasis on a sweaty!isagi & his muscles <3, creampie, praise kink (isagi receiving), excessive cum, pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, baby) author's notes i love sweaty isagi & i wanna suck his sweat from his post-game/post-practice towel 😁

You would think that having the spotlight on him — having an entire nation’s eyes all focused on him — would be enough to satisfy your boyfriend’s need to show everyone how he’s the one who dominates above all else. 

But there’s something about the way you run up to him after the game, letting out an excited “‘Ichi!” before jumping into his arms, that has his mind now locked on one thing and one thing only: completely devouring you. 

His sweet girl, with your legs wrapped around his waist, completely uncaring of the way his whole entire body is currently drenched in sweat after sprinting across the field for ninety minutes. His sweet girl, who’s so proud and happy of his win, of him, that you can barely babble out coherent sentences of praise. You pepper kisses all over his face, wrapping your arms tightly over his neck to do a more stable job of it. 

Yoichi’s team has just won the finals, 6-2, and it was Yoichi that scored both the first and last goals. Giggling, you press another kiss to his cheek before whispering in his ear, “I’m so proud of you, ‘Ichi.” 

The sight of you, all fresh and clean and melting into his arms, giddy and all too excited to praise him, has him kissing you hard and gripping your waist even tighter. He hears the distinct clicks of cameras going off and the hollers of his teammates, but all he can focus on is savoring the taste of you and your lipgloss. Pressing his forehead against your own, he takes you in. 

You’re still smiling at him, laughing gently. “Yoichi, you have to put me down now. We still haven’t decided how we’re going to celebrate!” 

The two of you barely stumble through the door and into the privacy of the penthouse he just bought for the two of you before he’s making good on his internal promise of devouring you.  

His hands are everywhere, groping and invasive, snatching at the fabric of your clothes and tugging until it gives way to him because whether he’s off the field or not, every obstacle gives way to Yoichi Isagi. 

His kisses are hot and hungry, full of longing and the need to show you that he deserves this, deserves you, and everything is moving so fast, you can barely keep up. 

“Mh — ‘Ichi! What about the after party?” You manage to gasp out. Your shirt is already off, and he’s quick to make sure that your skirt follows suit. 

“We’ll still make it in time.” He grunts out, hindbrain taking over as he pushes you against the door. You let out a little yelp from the sudden pain of your back colliding against it, but he’s easily forgiven when he gets down on his knees to examine you in full. 

You think you hear the distinct sound of him taking in a sharp breath. You found the perfect pair of lacy panties in his team’s colors to surprise him for after the game, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and burning slowly in your tummy as you squirm under his intense gaze. 

He presses a kiss to your clit through the thin fabric, and you can’t help but card your fingers through his thick locks of hair. “Yoichi, don’t tease!” Your chastisement sounds more like a whine, and all he does is laugh before licking a stripe on your panties, looking up at you with a near devilish look in his eyes. You can’t look away from your boyfriend, and he maintains eye contact the entire time as he bites down on the waistband of your panties, tugging it off with his teeth alone. 

You lift one leg, balancing it on his shoulder — just the slightest bit unsteady because you always feel so weak when Yoichi has you however he wants — allowing yourself to step out of your panties. Before you know what’s happening, Yoichi is descending on your cunt, lapping at your arousal like he’s never going to get the chance to do so again. You grip his hair, mewling from his ministrations, the leg on his shoulder practically locking up.  

“Taste so fuckin’ good.” His chin is covered in your juices, and you recognize that near-crazed look in his eyes. It’s almost similar to the one he sports on the field, where he’s close to reaching his favorite point in the game. 

You’ll be lucky if you’re able to even stand by yourself by the time he’s finished with you. 

Standing up and pulling down his soccer shorts and briefs in one go, just barely enough to free his aching cock, he angles it ‘til you can feel the heat of it against your thigh. 

“Gotta make it fast, baby.” He mutters, giving you a quick kiss. You can taste the tangy sweetness of yourself still stuck on his lips and it distracts you just enough for the feel of his throbbing length entering you to be a shock. 

“Ah! Fuck, Yoichi!” You gasp out, nails immediately digging into his back. He should be thankful his jersey is still on with the pressure you’re digging into his muscles. You can feel your walls tightening up against him; Yoichi is too thick and just too much for you to handle most days. Usually, he has enough kindness in him to have you come apart twice before even thinking about ravishing you, but right now—

—right now, he is all sweat-slicked, hard muscle. An unstoppable force. Just like everything else that crosses Yoichi Isagi’s path, your tight cunt gives way to him. Somehow, deep in your fucked out mind, you knew that you would end up in this position: entirely out of control and subject to any of Yoichi’s whims. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking of my pretty girl when I scored the first time. Did you cheer for me, baby?” He’s so close that you can feel his words tickle against your ear, and you whimper, nodding in reply. Of course you would cheer for your boyfriend; you were probably the loudest one cheering. 

“Always cheer — ah! — ing f-for you.” You can barely speak. You’ve got your legs wrapped around Yoichi’s slim waist, clinging onto him like he’s your lifeline, and you’ll drown without him. “Love ch-cheering for you!” 

“Yeah? You mean that, pretty girl?” Every little ounce of praise you stutter out to him has him pounding into you even harder. He’s working so hard to bring you both to completion that the least you can do is help give him the needed boost he needs to reach his own climax. 

“Mhm! You played so well today, ‘Ichi.” Your hands travel downwards, sneaking them under his shirt so you can feel his muscled back without any fabric blocking you. You love the feel of his bare back, sinking your nails to leave a memory of this moment embedded in his skin. He barely registers the pain of it; instead, he’s too focused on continuing to thrust so heavily, so hard into you, that your legs and thighs are screaming from the strain. “I love being fucked by the number one striker in the world.”

“You’re so strong, ‘Ichi.”

You whisper this against his ear, toes practically curling from the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm crashing over you way too soon. You moan but it sounds more like a high-pitched wail; half of it incoherent praise, the other half just disjointed pleas for him to slow down. You can feel the familiar throbbing and swelling of his cock inside of you, preparing to release, and you’re more than ready for it. Your legs hang limply by his side, and it’s only Yoichi that’s keeping you from slipping onto the floor in a wet, sticky mess. 

“Gonna — oh fuck! — gonna cum in you, baby.” He’s panting. The exertion from a ninety-minute game and then fucking you boneless right after is taking its toll on your boyfriend’s body. Your hands travel underneath his shirt, slipping away from his muscled back and instead touching him everywhere; his hardened abs, his strong biceps. You can feel his muscles tightening as they work to continue fucking into you, and he’s chasing after his release like a man gone mad. 

One, two, three — each thrust is hard and threatens to overstimulate your sensitive walls, but you let him use your body freely because he deserves it. He played so well today, and you wouldn’t want to be devoured whole by anyone else in the world other than Yoichi Isagi, number one striker in the world. 

His cum is hot and thick, flooding into you. He’s so deep, you’re certain that he’s spilling it all into your womb. He’s biting down on the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder; the mark near your collarbone will be difficult to cover with the dress you planned to wear to the party, but somehow, you can’t find it in yourself to care. You sigh softly, content to just be held by Isagi as he waits for his cock to finally soften so he can slip out of you. 

You’re both a mess. If a stranger saw you out on the street, they would have assumed that it was you running up and down a soccer field. You feel dizzy with pleasure, and you think you hear Isagi chuckle at the sight of you. 

“You alright, baby?” He asks, setting your body down gently. Standing, as you predicted, is substantially harder now, but you manage to not fall over as he gets down on his knees again. 

He helps you back into your panties, and it’s not until he places another kiss to your clit after he pulls them on you that you realize what a mess down there you are.

“Yoichi, wait — I need to get a different pair to wear to the party.” 

He looks up at you, grinning like a devil. You can feel his cum seeping out of your cunt, trickling into a tiny puddle inside your panties. They’re damp and sticky and messy, but it’s kind of hot. 

“Keep them on for me. Please?” His eyes are so wide and angelic, but that smirk on his face ruins any chance Isagi has for being mistaken for anything other than a monster straight from hell. A whole entire party where you’re reeking of sex, covered in love bites, and the constant threat of his cum staining your thighs and running down your legs? 

Well… You suppose you can do it for him. He is a winner tonight, after all.

[cutecatlov3r]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?

various x reader ! [bachira, isagi, sae, rin, nagi, and reo]

synopsis: my head cannons and my opinion on which songs they'd fuck you to .

warnings/tw: all characters are 21+, praise, degradation, and my personal head cannons on what they are like during sex .

a/n: don't copy my work ! like, re-blog, and comment ily ! not proofread .

jjk ver. aot ver. hq ver. ft ver. bnha ver.

Meguru Bachira

I Know [Kanii]

✰ Major switch. He loves dominating you though.

✰ Super kinky, he's up for anything. A secret about him is... That he wouldn't mind being pegged, he actually planned on asking you soon.

✰ This song just gives him so much energy to fuck you, he doesn't know why it turns him on so much.

✰ Usually he fucks up and gets you mad so maybe that's why he loves fucking you to this song, because it's relatable.

✰ Fast and hard, making sure to be extra rough with you when this song comes on.

✰ His stamina in simply astonishing, he can last 4-5 rounds.

✰ I feel like he only focuses on his own pleasure, going round after round. If he sees you unsatisfied though he will try to help you... Let's just say his hands have good techniques to help you cum.

✰ "Did you cum yet baby? No? Okay then, one more round! Hehe,"

✰ He whimpers and moans for you. Occasionally laughing because he can't express his happiness.

✰ LOVES when you pull his hair.

"I fucked up, oh girl, I know"

-

Yoichi Isagi

Look Back At It [A Boogie wit da Hoodie]

✰ Switch (?)

✰ With this song I can see him being a dom. Hitting all your good spots because he's going deep and fast.

✰ He is super passionate when it comes to sex.

✰ "Let me hold you a little more,"

✰ Moaning in your ear for sure. Like no doubt about it. He is super vocal.

✰ "So! Good! Ah~"

✰ His french kisses are so smooth and breath taking.

✰ I can see this man starting off slow and then going super rough, using all of his stamina to make you cum on his cock.

✰ He would probably degrade you if he's super into the sex you two are having.

✰ You will admit... The sex between you two can sometimes become intense. And low key scary...

"I get goosebumps when I look at it, All the girls just wanna have fun with me"

-

Sae Itoshi

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK [Joji]

✰ Time to get humbled because this man does not love you. At all.

✰ The only reason he's fucking you is because he needs to let off steam.

✰ Tries to go fast and hard, not focusing on you at all. You're basically only there because your warmth makes him feel better than his hand.

✰ His soccer career is the only thing on his mind, he doesn't ever have time for you.

✰ "Hang out? Why the hell would I hang out with you?"

✰ He does know that you admire him, he likes the fact that you're like a little puppy, ready to do whatever he asks.

✰ He puts on this song because he likes it, nothing other than that really.

✰ Of course it hurts you he doesn't love you, sometimes you cry because of how intimate you two are. But you know for a fact he won't ever love you.

✰ "You're just a fuck buddy, nothing more. Don't make this harder than it already is, idiot ."

"I don't want a friend, I want my life in two. Just one more night, Waiting to get there"

-

Rin Itoshi

Pretty Boy [The Neighborhood]

✰ Dom but a sweet dom.

✰ He will say the sweetest things, he has a soft spot for you.

✰ "You're so pretty, taking me so well,"

✰ I feel like this song would make him appreciate you more in the moment, the slow and steady sound just rubs him in all the right ways.

✰ Guys this song actually makes his heart stop when he looks at you because you're his precious baby girl.

✰ He will make sure to go slow so he can cherish the moment between you two.

✰ Sometimes he will manhandle you though, for example, pinning your arms down so you can't move.

✰ "Stay still baby,"

✰ Moans quietly.

✰ He loves you so much, you helped him through so much problems and he just sees you as a Goddess.

✰ 10/10 aftercare. He does anything you ask, being as sweet as he can be.

"Baby girl, look where we made it, girl"

-

Seishirou Nagi 

HER [Chase Atlantic]

✰ Nagi heals your daddy issues . (Yes, I cry to this song and think of how fucked up I am)

✰ He praises you, knowing you live for it. He will degrade you whenever you're in the mood to be degraded.

✰ "Such a good girl for me,"

✰ He silently moans and huffs.

✰ He dedicated this song to you because you're the light of his plain life. He thinks of this song as 'your' song, no one else can compare.

✰ He gets tired easily so you're usually the one doing all the work.

✰ He fucks you slow and hard. He doesn't really talk so he uses his actions to show you how much he loves you.

✰ French kisses you until you can't breathe.

✰ Sucks on your neck, not too harshly. Not really a fan of hickeys.

✰ Enjoys getting head during this song, that's when he grips on your hair, almost face fucking you.

✰ Thighs >>>

✰ Super over protective of you, doesn't allow anyone to speak to you. He will seriously get mad.

"Ooh, she's always been running from love, 'Cause daddy didn't give her enough. But I can make the pain better, All I need is one more day with her"

-

Reo Mikage

I Want You [Mitski]

✰ You two can't be together. His family wants to arrange a marriage for him. He doesn't want to hurt you if that happens so for now the both of you are just friends who are in love with each other.

✰ He cries when he's fucking you to this song, he wants you. Nothing will ever change that.

✰ The emotions between you two are so exotic, feeling nothing but love in the lustful moment.

✰ He goes slow, not caring if it's hard or deep, he loves just looking at you.

✰ It isn't even about pleasure, it's about love. Sex bounds love and makes it stronger, which is why he fucks you.

✰ "I love you so much..."

✰ You're the only person who understands him, which is why he isn't embarrassed to moan for you.

✰ His strength is enough to lift you over his shoulders so he's usually tossing you around gently.

✰ He wants to plan and run away with you so he doesn't have to ever worry about hurting you.

✰ Reo is a hopeless romantic . But... He wants to get more kinky with you eventually.

"I just need a quiet place, Where I can scream how I love you"

-

[kongkhoi]

twt link

and i cannot HELP but imagine getting isagi all riled up. maybe it’s after a game, he’s satisfied but tired, and all he needs is your touch!

smugly holding him in place as he recoils from the pleasure. his voice is quivering so much but you don’t let up, sucking every cute reaction out of him. if you were to look up, you’d see the hearts in his teary eyes.

[cactuscoolerr]

⋆｡˚. beware the virgin pervert- isagi yoichi

isagi doesn’t care that he’s the biggest perv on campus (nsfw)

isagi yoichi wasn’t above staring at girls in tight shirts and short skirts. in fact, he’d shamelessly stare. he especially loved when they wore thigh highs that hugged the fat of their thighs. that thought alone kept him up at night when he was alone, fisting his cock as he whispered softly from the stimulation.

he just couldn’t resist pretty girls. and it’s not like he was picky either. as long as they had tits and thighs, he would stare and damn near drool as they walked passed him.

isagi knew that his mindset wasn’t the best when it came to women and the way girls always seemed to cling to him didn’t help very much. they trusted him as if he wasn’t hoping that the wind would pick up and flip their skirts up just a bit so he could see the color of their panties.

sometimes, he’d even contemplate discreetly taking a picture beneath a girls skirt if she was standing too close to him. bachira had told him that it was great as long as he didn’t get caught, but he wasn’t as sneaky as he was.

instead, he’d burn a mental imagine into his brain and use it when he had his fat virgin cock in his hands. isagi would stroke himself, letting out small whimpers and whines as he’d get closer to his orgasm.

and even after he’d cum, he’d feel no remorse for cumming to mental images of girls he didn’t even care to remember. he could almost laugh at the way girls trusted him so blindly as if he cared about anything other than staring at their plump asses and tits.

isagi knew that he was disgusting but there wasn’t a problem with it if no one else knew, right?

[ramu-ego]

I hope the requests are open, if not ignore..

But hear me out!!

The boys as tiddie suckers ??? I just know some of them would non stop.😭

and have a wonderful day, sweetie. I love your work so much ! <3

(nsfw) TIDDY BOYS :: xfemdom!Reader

can confirm yes yes yes we have some tiddy obsessed men here ♡ -askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, nursging/nipple play/etc, sexual content, subbier content in Ego's, unedited word count: sloppy headcanons character(s): Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Ego Jinpachi, Kenyu Yukimiya, Nagi Seishiro

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

one word; OBSESSED

your tits are the reason for breathing as far as he's concerned and Isagi has no problem reminding you of that daily if not hourly - schedules permitting

size doesn't matter he's a nipple man anyways

hours can be lost to them which he happily relinquishes his free time to worship your chest

squeezing, groping and licking every inch of your tiddy while he lays on his tummy kicking his feet like a happy little school girl

adores your nipples

cannot stress this enough your nipples are where he'll wrap his lips around them for hours on end

nursing, licking and the occasional bite (nothing a thump to the head won't fix)

pretty sure his mother weened him too early with how hard he'll go with his nursing kink

swears nothing in the world turns him on like your tits and it's true

9times out of 10 he's rutting into the bed mindlessly while he's nursing only to end up in a gooey puddle of his own cum from simply nursing on your tits while you play with his hair

sucking on your tits while he's inside you expect Isagi to loose his mind like a good boy

shy tit sucker

not because he sees anything wrong with it, just, shy about how much he wants to do it

your tits are constantly on his mind which frankly is unacceptable but the only remedy for his plagued thoughts?

that's right, planting himself face first in your boobs!

100% stress reliever for him but he's too dense to connect the dots and often times thinks his obsession with your tits is a vice

a vice that he inevitably gives into almost daily but it's cute to watch his internal struggle the second you walk around barless/shirtless

stares all the time it's so obvious

will blatantly tell you he's not looking at them only to come over five minutes later and put his face in them

the fattiest part of your tit is his favorite

loves the mouth feel of it and sometimes you have to remind him to explore other parts of your tit instead of just sucking on the squishiest part like a dumb calf

pls why is he this smart yet so obtuse sometimes

once he finds your nipples it's game over his lips aren't going anywhere but your clothes sure are

they're there for him to look at and touch all he wants so why would he ever invest in something as dumb as stress balls

nothing compares to his fingers diligently dimpling the fat of your breast while he massages them mindlessly going about his work

extremely handsy and perhaps a little possessive

your tits are his favorite thing and Ego sees no qualms in making the most of his love for them of course

and with fingers like that who would complain

plucking at your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until your squirming and then just pulling you back into his lap to reaffirm you can get up when he's done

Ego wanted a bigger office chair so he could accommodate you sitting in his lap and damn well he's going to get that bigger office chair for exactly that

if it's been an extra stressful day full of idiots expect his mouth to be preoccupied by what he explains is the best stress relief right under fucking

sucking on your tits of course!

mouthful, face buried in your tit for as long as he wants with a tongue as dexterous and attentive as his fingers; Ego's going to be down here a while so might as well get comfortable

bonus his hair is super soft and pettable so don't forget to pet him like a good boy

another shy tiddy sucker

but he's not as forward with his vice as say some other strikers

he's thinking about your tits 24/7

but who can blame him when they just feel so good in his hands and Kenyu couldn't live another day without the thought of getting his mouth on you

it's cute though, when he tries to control his little impulses

tries so hard but mommy knows best for a reason

the second you brush up against him Kenyu is struggling to keep his composure without making a fool of himself

but his foolish side is so cute!

take it upon yourself to force his face into your tits and watch him give into his greedy little needs like a true egoist

loves loves loves to feel them against his face

laying on your chest, nuzzling and the occasional motorboat when he gets a little excited, he just can't help it they're so warm and soft!

different levels of neediness with this one

sometimes rubbing his cheek against you while you pet his hair and hold him is more than enough

other times Kenyu won't be interrupted by even the end of the world if his lips finally find their home around your nipple

he's not very shy after you extend the invitation to let him play with your tits and good luck getting him off before he's had his fill

default nursing kink

default mommy kink

these are his factory standard settings and there is no getting rid of them

Nagi sees no issue with using your tits as his gaming pillow or even a reason why it might be inconvenient to have him sucking on them while also trying to play videogames

spoiler he drools at this angle....a lot

an obscene amount of nonsexual touching is just a given with him

hand down the shirt groping to find your tit until he's got his hands on it

then it's like an almost full body sigh like he's got his security blanket

yes you should just buy that extra large shirt bc all 6'2" of him is going to attempt to crawl into it to be closer

has a favorite boob, it's your left one, because it's closest to your heart

and yes he thinks this is just top tier romantic to love the boob above your heart

expect him to fall asleep with boob in his mouth, to sleep with boob in his hand and as just a general rule have some form of contact with your boobs whenever possible

and yes...Reo knows how obsessed with your boobs Nagi is

no thanks to Nagi

[megu-nya]

★·.·´ LET'S TAKE THIS BACK TO MY STUDIO `·.·★

★ ¦ ft: reo mikage :: rin itoshi :: yoichi isagi

★ ¦ tw: nsfw :: fem!reader :: cam girl!reader :: implied pro-player!rin :: kinda possessive!rin

★·.·´ REO MIKAGE `·.·★

He's always been your most genouros donator, giving you hundreds after hundreds and that every single one of your streams. It always seemed like he was somewhat obsessed with you, always being the first one to buy special pictures or videos you put up for sale, donating even more money in the next stream, telling you how pretty you looked in that lingerie.

And since he had always been like that you thought about a special gift for him — an irl meet up. So you opened your DM's and clicked on his profile, telling him the good news. It didn't even take a minute until he responded, immediately agreeing to the meet up under the condition he can buy you stuff from a lingerie and sex shop that you two will later on try out. Even though this was supposed to be a gift for him, all he could think about was spending money on you.

The day of the meet up came and for some reason you were nervous as hell, it wasn't the first time you met up with one of your followers, so why are your nerves on the edge right now?

"You are Reo, right?", you asked, approaching a purple haired man with trench coat that exactly fitted the description he gave you of himself. "Ah, y-yea, I am", he responded, cheeks taking on a rosy tint as he saw you, the dress you've been wearing sitting tight and hugging your features nicely. "Shall we?", you said, intertwining your arm with his as you two started to make your way into the mall.

"Wow, Reo! You're always spending so much one me, I can't tell you how thankful I am!", you told him as you looked through all the things he had bought you in the span of a few hours, sitting on your bed, admiring the purple lace lingerie you held in your hand, the purple haired man sitting on the bed as well, his body tense and stiff as he eyed your every movement.

"So, uhm", he began to say, breaking the silence between the two of you, swallowing hard as he felt your eyes on him. "Oh, yes! My bad", you chuckled, getting off of the bed and placing yourself in between his legs, stroking his crotch, able to feel his dick getting harder with every touch of yours. "Now let me spoil you, okay?"

★·.·´ RIN ITOSHI `·.·★

You chuckled as you could see your chat going wild, message after message getting spammed, the chat window bugging every so often. "As you can see, today, I am not alone. I brought someone who's very dear to me with me. He'll help me so you better donate even more money, it's not all day that you can see me getting fucked by an actual man", you told your viewers as you sat down on the hard on of Rin, a mewl escaping your mouth at the painful yet pleasurable stretch he gave you.

When you started dating Rin he was shocked to find out you make a living by posting porn on the Internet, but once he saw how much you actually made a month he became somewhat okay with it. As long as he's not around he didn't mind it but when you two moved together it became more and more frequently for him to be at home when you "worked". And today he wasn't okay with it at all.

"Ah, Rin!", you moaned, the chat going even wilder upon hearing you say the name of the mysterious mans dick you were bouncing on right now. In order to protect your boyfriend you placed the camera so that only everything from chest downwards could be seen of Rin, after all he was a pro player, you didn't want him to get exposed and land in the newspaper. "Just like that babe, keep saying my name", he whispered, those words only audible for you, too quiet for the microphone of the camera to be recognised.

His hands found their way onto your waist, grabbing it harshly, nails digging into your flesh, leaving marks for the next day. With his strong grib he halted your movements, making it unable for you to keep bouncing on him. In a swift movement he manhandled you to change positions, finding yourself now on all fours and Rin positioned behind you, pistoning his dick back into your tight and warm hole, picking up a merciless pace from the start.

"Rin -ah! the- the camera! They can't see my -ah! my face!", you said in between an endless string of moans, words falling onto deaf ears. "It's better like that", he grunted into your ear as he leaned over. "They shouldn't be allowed to see how pretty your fucked out face looks like, only I can", he said, punctiuating every few words with an even harsher thrust of his hips, the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with every time his head hit your cervix.

★·.·´ YOICHI ISAGI `·.·★

"And the winner is...", you said, fondling in the little satin bag you were holding, grabbing onto one of the paper snippets and pulling it out, unfolding it and reading the words written on it outload. "Yo-1-Ichi! Congratulations! You have won the video call lottery!", you exclaimed, a big and bright smile adorning your face as you watched everyone in chat complaining that they didn't win the unique chance to have a video call with you.

On the other side of the screen sat Yoichi, his heart pounding heavily, cheeks and ears covered in a dark red hue. He couldn't believe what was happening right now. He had followed you since your debut, never missing any of your streams and donating as often as his ridiculously low salary would allow it. Of course he immediately applied for the Video Call Lottery once you announced it. Even if he didn't win, it was worth a shot. But now that he won, he couldn't believe his own two ears and eyes as you showed the paper with his user name into the camera to show you weren't lying.

"Well then, my dear darlings, I will go off now. See you to the next stream!", you said, turning off your camera and ending the stream, Yoichi's screen darkening, your typical "See You Soon!" header adorning it now. The blue haired male practically jumped and let his phone fall onto his bed when he felt it vibrate, a message from you popping up on his screen. With shaky hands he picked up his phone from the mattress, unlocking it and opening the DM you have sent him.

Yoichi was nervous as hell the whole time the two of you chatted, fingers trembling and shaking with every words he typed with his keyboard, often making spelling mistakes he hoped you wouldn't notice. It didn't take long for the two of you to agree on a date and time for the video call - because Yoichi wanted it now. No. He needed it now. He gulped down the knot in his throat when he picked up the call. "I'll get changed real quick!", you said, putting your phone down on your bed, screen going black.

You were quick to change into a set of dark blue lingerie, like he requested you to do, picking up the phone, laying on your bed and angling it so he could see you kept your promise. "You look stunning", he almost whispered when he saw the lace adorning your breasts, leaving little to his imagination. "Thank you", you chuckeled, a slight blush creeping onto your face. "Shall we start then?"

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[monkayemporor]

Tits, hands, or mouth?

SYNOPSIS: How fem!Blue Lock would give head.

NOTES: Gender neutral but reader has a dick.

MINORS DNI PLEASE

TITJOB -

These women are proud of their chests! And they’re not afraid to use them on you! Watch as they force you against a wall and get on their knees. Your cock hardens as they pull down your pants and kiss the bulge in your boxers. They smirk as you moan and they quickly take your dick, already dribbling pre-cum, out and press it at their hard nipples. They squish your dick between their bust and moan. It feels so good! You both come and you decorate her chest with your cum, creating a beautiful scene. SHIDOU, KARASU, REO, BACHIRA, NESS, KUNIGAMI

HANDJOB -

Lazy or quick! These ladies are just as skilled at using their hands to jerk you off! Perfect for quickies when they’re about to leave for a game or when they’re too tired! 69ing with them! You lay on your back as she lays on your stomach, her drooling pussy in front of your face as she pumps your dick with her hand. You eat her with with skill, your tongue flicking in and out of her folds as you tease her clit. And just as you have your face pressed into her cunt, she suddenly makes you cum with her lithe fingers and you can’t help but moan into her flesh, causing her to to squirt! NAGI, CHIGIRI, ZANTETSU, KURONA, OTOYA, LORENZO

BLOWJOB -

Simple, but you can’t deny how good she is at it! Licks it like a lollipop and will stare up at you as she swirls her tongue around your balls. Presses kisses on the foreskin, leaving lipstick marks! You can only watch in amazement as she tries to take your entire length in one go. Your heart skips a beat as her nose tickled your pubic hair! She’s just too good! ISAGI, HIORI, RIN, YUKIMIYA, LOKI, TOKIMITSU

you EAT her OUT INSTEAD -

In this relationship, she’s the superior one. So instead, this minx makes you eat her out. And she might give you a quickie in return. This scene has her laying flat on the bed, her feet planted on the mattress as you bury your head between her folds! Her fluids drip down onto the seeks, creating a puddle while you messily eat the woman out. Your own hard cock stays firmly in your pants as you focus all your attention on pleasing her. She moans and grips the fabric of the sheets under her as you put her in full bliss. KAISER, BAROU, EGO, LAVINHO, SAE, RAICHI

[tteokdoroki]

Riding Isagi has been PLAGUING my mind. Like I want that guy till he’s crying shaking stuttering. I need to see the whites of his eyes when they roll to the back of his head. I need to physically feel the weight of the air with all the sex mingled with it. I have gotta hear that nasty sloppy sound of the froth of us meeting again and again. I wanna ask him about the most mundane things (like what he wants for dinner or some shit) just to see him struggle to answer. Wanna praise him just to if he’ll slobber from the excitement or just look at me with a dumb fucked out little smile…I need to FUCK this guy…and then sweetly kiss him whole again :D

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, established relationship, smut, creampies, praise!kink, cow girl, hair pulling, pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

when isagi plays well, you’ll often reward him. 

he’s often deserving of it. he puts his heart and his soul, his life force into playing soccer for the best results and to become the best. isagi is a hard worker and from that stems his yearning for attention and praise. it’s in human nature after all, to want to be told ‘you’ve done well.’ ‘i’m proud of you.’ ‘you’re so good.’ — to chase after a prize. 

you know that sometimes isagi has his sick little fantasies of debauched domesticity. to come home to you and play a sinful game of house — he’d never make you a trophy or housewife for that matter because he loves and respects you way too much. but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about bringing the fantasy into the bedroom. and as said before, when isagi plays well… you indulge him. 

“how was your day, yoichi? did you miss me, honey?” you purr, smiling with your tongue in the corner of your mouth at the sight of twinkling azure eyes rolling back into his skull. your fingers twirl daintily in the dark baby hair’s on the back of isagi’s neck — eliciting a high pitched mewl from deep in his chest. the angelic sound turns into a suprised hiss when you grab the roots of his silky locks and tug isag’s gaze up to face you. “answer me, baby.” 

he looks up at you, delirious — his expression appearing high as a kite despite there having been only a few kisses exchanged between you both. between your tongue in his mouth, running over his pearly white teeth, and your warm, sticky cunt wrapped around his aching shaft…yoichi doesn’t know how to think. let alone formulate a proper response.

“yoichi—“ 

“fucking missed you, baby,” the striker’s brain short circuits at the feeling of your juices dribbling down his cock resulting in obtuse droplets forming between his loaded balls. it grounds him yet destroys him as the same time — enough of isagi’s consciousness coming back to him to dig his nails into the fat of your ass, lifting and dropping you in his lap for some well deserved friction. “always do. miss my girl, miss her pretty face. h-her wet. fucking. cunt. wrapped around me like this….god, fuck!” he punctuates each word with a forceful jug of hips up into your core.

you find it so cute how he tries to stay in control, keep a level head when you’re on top. spoiling him. yoichi let’s you take over the rhythm of your hips — so you start off slow, circling yourself in his lap and squeezing down on his heavy, throbbing dick before you switch to bouncing up and down. he swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing in anticipation when you grab his large hands with your smaller ones and guide them from your backside to your chest. 

there’s no way to properly describe how much you affect isagi. you make him feel like a hormone- crazed high schooler with the way he eagerly fondles your chest, brushing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples until they harden and form those pretty peaks he loves so much. he hungrily watches your face, listens out for the change in the pitch of your dreamy lullaby-like moans that lets isagi know you feel so fucking good and that he’s touching you just right. his observant cobalt eyes peer up at you, watching you as if he’s searching for constellations in the sky. he finds them when your own eyes grow starry with tears, aligning perfectly with the surge of pleasure that shoots through you. 

if he had the words, isagi would tell you that you looked like an angel. his lips quiver around the shape of the complement and fade off into a shaky whimper exhaled into the weighty scent of sex in the air. embarrassment burns in the centre of his chest like a ball of gas in outer space because isagi can still hear himself babbling and moaning ad-libbing the sounds of your skin meeting his and the sloppiness of his cock slipping in and out of your creamed cunt. 

the mix of your arousals makes a papping noise that makes isagi dizzy — the gem-shade of blue in his eyes overtaken by white as they roll back into his skull. he misses the warm, sluice, hug of your pussy when you pull off of him and never wants to leave it when you slam back down, squealing to yourself cutely because you’re high off of pleasure too. 

you have him so fucked up, he starts to wonder if he really deserves this — either way, isagi clings to every ounce of pleasure he gets from you riding him stupid. from your thighs slapping down on his, to the way you sensually grind down on his cock and use him to churn up your own insides. 

before you lose him to overthinking instead of ecstasy, you nose up the side of isagi’s neck and press grounding kisses to his piping hot flesh as you praise him. “you’re so good, yoichi. played so well today too. my good boy,” you coo against the shell of his ear, basking in the way he trembles and whines, his cockhead leaking up against your equally sopping walls. “made you, hah, dinner baby. your favourite, just how you like it.”

a tingling sensation builds behind isagi’s pelvis and a wildfire of lust spreads throughout his body, burning white at the base of his lungs — stealing away the words that he needs to speak. you watch as he tries and fails, reduced to a bumbling mess of tears and a sloppy cock. 

licking up the side of yoichi’s face and catching a stray tear of his before it falls too far, you peel back your hips — both of you dropping your gazes to the opaque milky strings of slick that tie you to one another like strings of fate. 

isagi heaves at the sight, dragging you down to lie on his sticky chest — the dire need to be closer to you shooting down his spine. “you spoil me so much, precious girl.” he chokes on the syllables, stuttering while you grind into one another sensually. “really takin’ care of me.” 

you can hear his heart pounding against his rib cage in this position and look up to isagi’s lovesick face, pouty and wet like a puppy. “i have to take care of my precious boy, he’s the best striker in the world after all.” you say quietly, feverishly bucking your squelchy core down on his heady cock. isagi makes a face, one that’s twisted in a mix of agony and rapture, and his nails dig into the meat of your thighs once more — holding you in place while he wildly fucks himself into you.

“y-you’re gonna cum, aren’t you, pretty boy?” you continue to tease him, your words punctuated by his rapid thrusts and your own high pitched squeals. isagi nods with a pout, his sensibility abandoned. “my boy’s so worked up, ‘m so proud of you, yoichi. use your words and you can cum inside me this time.” 

sweat mats darkish midnight hair to isagi’s forehead, pearling on his hairline like the tears in his waterline. he blinks them back, barely able to focus on you, especially since you’re squeezing down on him so hard. “i wanna cum,” he chants dumbly, his voice muffled by the exertion of pounding your puffy pussy raw. “lemme cum, please.” 

smiling, you brush back his bangs and grab at them so you can tug his face up towards yours. “kiss me, yoichi.” 

“oh fuck,” isagi screws his eyes shut and rasps, tone whiny, craning his neck up to meet your lips. “hah, hah, hah—!”

you cut off his candy-like and heavenly whimpers with an intimate, open-mouthed kiss. isagi pants against your tongue as you force it lovingly past his lips, pressing it up against his while you swap spit with one another. he cums like this, hard, quickly filling you up with viscous white that taints your insides and you follow not long after — painting his lap with your claim as your breath mingles in the sec tainted air vibrating in between the two of you. 

when you pull away, lazily flopping into yoichi’s strong arms — you remain connected by a string of saliva that he licks up eagerly. isagi gives you a dumb, sexy fucked out smirk just for good measure, still pulsing inside of your warm sex. 

“i love you, pretty boy.” you breathe, kissing his cheek dotingly. 

“i love you most, precious girl.” isagi breathes back, keening happily into your affectionate touch. 

[angelltheninth]

Yoichi Isagi + Sweaty Sex

Paring: Yoichi Isagi x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, locker room sex, post-game sex, victory sex, sweat kink, rough sex, creampie, licking

A/N: I know that spit tastes different during sex but does it also apply to sweat?

Looking at Isagi running after the ball and screaming his lungs out when he scores makes you very happy because you know how pumped that will make him later

Adrenaline filled Isagi is much rougher with you then normal Isagi

You already know he's gonna want to fuck after he wins, you hardly ever wear panties to his games anymore

When you lock the door of the locker room, after everyone already left his lips are on yours in seconds

Smiling into the kiss you let him pin you against his locker

Your hands fist into his jersey, hiking it up his back so you can get to the sweaty skin underneath

He apologizes for the state he's in, if you'd like you can take a shower with him so he can wash his sweat off

But you stop him dead in his tracks, legs locked around him so he doesn't go anywhere

You don't mind him sweaty, you like it, you like how his natural scent mixes with that of the grass, and soon your scent will be all over him too

He wastes no time pushing his hard cock in, met with no resistance at all but the welcoming, tight heat of your pussy

Groans when he feels you lick up his neck, telling him how good and salty he tastes

You'll be sure to taste his cock later too

Gonna clean it up real nice, but first he needs to get is covered in his cum, and yours too

If he feels up for it he can return the favor and eat his cum out of your cunt when it's been thoroughly fucked and creampied

[rintoshiss]

thinking about how isagi gets addicted to fucking you. the way his name spills out of your mouth like a prayer as you’re melting in his grasp. how your walls clench so tight around him. he loves seeing your mixed cum spill out of you and goes crazy when he plunges back in and it seeps out. he wants to make sure you’re always comfortable and enjoying the sex, but sometimes he gets too caught up and overstimulates you to no end. abusing your cunt and clit while hot tears spill down your face from pure bliss. your back arches and you mind goes fuzzy. is this part of his breeding kink? maybe, but god you make him so crazy, he doesn’t think he’d ever feel satisfied with anything else <3

[nenchainzz]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞

Stepbrother!Yoichi Isagi x Stepsister!Fem!Reader

For @ilyluffy's Dark Content Collab

Thank you so much for allowing me to join!!

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: stepcest, dub!con, lowkey dom!isagi, nipple play, petnames (pretty girl, baby, and angel), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, praise kink, lowkey some body worship, mating press, begging, vaginal sex, p in v sex, claiming/marking kink, cumming inside, creampies, and aftercare

A/N: Ya'll, I would not blame you guys if you skipped the first half to the smut lmao

Ever since your mother married his father, Yoichi has never been able to keep his thoughts off you. Your cute voice, sweet demeanor, and beautiful face and body. He always agrees to run errands with you just to spend time with you—his sweet little stepsister. Yoichi knows his feelings are wrong, but he couldn’t care less. Yoichi is mostly fine with keeping his feelings hidden from you. But you do make it hard sometimes. The way you walk around with your little, short shorts or when you wear small tank tops. He sometimes feels like you’re teasing him on purpose.

Every night he can’t help but think about how he would treat you when he’d fuck you. You’d beg for his cock, and he’d be more than willing to give it to you. He’d be so kind and charitable to you. Treat you the way you deserve. Not like that crappy guy you’re with right now. His thoughts at night start somewhat innocent, but they constantly evolve into fucking you. Yoichi can’t help but fuck his fist at the thought of your mouth or pussy and how good you’d feel.

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You run into your bedroom with tears streaming from your eyes. You just broke up with your douchebag boyfriend. You wasted three months on him just for him to break up with you through a text. After some more sniffles as you sit on your bed, you hear a slight knock on your door. You tell whoever it is to come in. Yoichi closes the door gently when he sees how upset you are.

“Are you alright?” he asks, sitting with you on your bed.

“I-I’m okay,” you very obviously lie.

“What happened?” he asks. “Was it your—”

“He broke up with me,” you say. “Over a stupid text.” You sniff loudly at that last part. Your tears are still staining your cheeks.

“Fucking asshole,” Yoichi says under his breath.

“Huh?” you utter. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he denies his comment. “Do you need anything?” You chuckle.

“His ass on a platter,” you joke, even in your sad state. Yoichi gives a small laugh at your joke.

“Yeah, if only,” Yoichi agrees.

It’s silent for a bit as Yoichi tries to find a way to continue.

“He didn’t deserve you,” he says. “You were way too good for him.”

“Heh, thanks,” you say.

“You…should be with someone who treats you right,” he says.

“If only it’s that easy to find them,” you reply.

“I guess you’re right,” Yoichi agrees. He has no clue what he’s doing. “You know, anyone would be fortunate to have you.”

“Thanks,” you simply reply again, fully knowing he’s saying all this to make you feel better.

“Like they know what it means to be with someone as amazing as you,” he continues. “They’d know how smart, talented, and beautiful you are.” You give Yoichi a curious look. “Just as an example.” Yoichi doesn’t want his feelings to jeopardize anything or make you hate him. This whole thing is torture for him. He’d give anything to show you what he means. He’s starting to think knocking on your door was a mistake.

“Go on,” you request of him.

“Uh, ok,” he’s surprised you want him to continue. “You’re incredibly kind; your smile brightens the room; you’re hilarious; you’re incredibly empathetic; you’re just…perfect.”

“Perfect?” you almost laugh. However, Yoichi doesn’t get phased.

“Yeah, perfect,” he repeats. You look into his big blue eyes, and he’s serious with you. You look away from his gaze, embarrassed.

“Thank you, Yoichi,” you say. After collecting yourself, you look back at him again. “I’m lucky to have a stepbrother like you.” Yoichi didn’t say anything to that. How could he?

“Are you feeling better?” he asks.

“I am, thank you,” you say. You open your arms up to him as an invitation for a hug, which he gives, but it’s small. He keeps it short with you.

“I’m glad you’re better,” he says, seemingly about to leave.

“Hey,” you grab his arm. “Do you have any good single friends?” You’re mostly joking with your question but not really. He gives you a shocked look. “Never mind, I’m kidding.” The last thing Yoichi wanted was for you to date one of his friends. Could he be any more selfish?

“I mean,” Yoichi begins. His face goes red. Your eyebrows raise.

“Oh? So, you have someone in mind, then?” you ask.

“Well…” Yoichi covers half of his face with one of his hands.

“Who? Who?” you ask, somewhat curious and excited.

“I shouldn’t…” Yoichi says.

“I’m curious now,” you say.

“I just know someone who will think of you in the way you deserve,” he says. You’re even more interested.

“Wait,” you cut him off from continuing. “You’re the only person who has ever said any of those things about me.” Oh shit, he’s been found.

“Oh, uh,” he says sheepishly.

“Yoichi…” you mumble, connecting the dots. Before he can start his barrage of apologies, you cut him off. “You really feel that way?” He doesn’t know if he should confirm or deny your question, but his silence is deafening.

You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think of Yoichi that way despite him being your stepbrother.

“Yoichi…” you rub his strong arm with your thumb. “Can you show me how I should be treated?” You slightly shift from your position on your bed to open your legs up to him. Yoichi can’t help but look at your gorgeous legs.

“I’ve been wanting to show you for god knows how long,” Yoichi says.

“Wait, you should lock the door, my mom isn’t gonna be home till later, and your dad should still be at work, but it’s still a good precaution,” you tell him.

“Good call,” he says, running to your door to turn the lock. When he returns, he grabs your hips and practically throws the rest of your body on your bed. His eyes flash the hunger he’s been feeling forever. Even though he always gives the impression of polite meekness, this whole new side of him had you so very excited.

“Take off your clothes,” he says. You don’t waste any time stripping off your top and bra. Before you can take anything else off, Yoichi immediately attaches his mouth to yours. You eagerly kiss him back with your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingertips pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck. His small grunts reach your mouth, making you wetter by the second. His hands slide up your body to your breasts, where he lazily and hastily fondles them. You moan into his mouth when his fingers flick at your nipples. Yoichi moves his mouth to your neck and begins to kiss and suck.

“Mm, Yoichi,” you hum as his teeth graze your skin.

“Feels good?” he asks in between his kisses. He gives you a small playful bite while his hands squeeze your breasts.

“Ah! Yes,” you slightly jump from his actions and arch your back, making you closer to him. His mouth moves down to your chest as he helps you to lie down. His tongue traces your nipple as his eyes look up at you. God, his eyes are beautiful. He gives your nipples his tongue for some time before he’s satisfied with his work. Your breathing had grown heavy, and your panties were so wet.

“You’re already so hot and bothered after that,” Yoichi admires how you look before him. “I can’t wait to see how you look when you’ve cum a few times, pretty girl.”

His hands move down to your shorts and panties, but before he pulls them down, he looks back at you for confirmation. You nod your head, wanting him to continue. He takes both your shorts and panties off in one grab and gently slides the clothing off you. He strips off his own shirt, and you knew he was muscular, but seeing his muscles like this? God, it was hot.

“I can’t wait to see how you taste,” he says. Yoichi spreads your legs out more for himself and sees how truly wet you are just for him, all for him. He takes his index finger and traces your entrance coating his finger with your arousal. You shuffle to meet his touch but miss him altogether. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll cum. It’ll just be on my tongue first.” You look at him pleadingly, so he’ll just start already. It’s not very nice of him to tease you like this. He smirks at your nonverbal begging, loving every moment of it.

He slowly goes down to your pussy, and his tongue licks your clit, and your breath hitches from the feeling. He chuckles at your sensitivity.

“So cute,” he mumbles.

Yoichi brings his tongue to your entrance and pushes it in. You feel how warm his tongue is while he darts it in and out of you and swirls it against your walls. His nose bumps your clit with every movement, making you throw your head back.

“Ah! Yoi-Yoichi,” you moan out. You feel his smile grow as he hears how well he’s treating you. You grab the bed sheets under you and his black hair to pull him closer to you. You can feel his hot tongue flash quickly as he builds you to your orgasm. You move your hips in sync with him and feel yourself growing hotter by the second. God, he’s so good. His tongue moves faster, and you feel yourself coil. “K-Keep going,” you beg. Just as you requested, Yoichi doesn’t let up. You finally let go of your coil and gush around Yoichi’s tongue. Yoichi laps up everything you give eagerly. His licks cause you to shake under him. Yoichi raises his head to see the actual effect he had on you. You’ve never looked more beautiful to him.

“Well, look at you,” he coos. You cover your face with one of your hands out of embarrassment from his gaze. “Don’t hide your beautiful face.” He gently moves your hand away as he brings himself closer to you. He kisses you, and you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

As Yoichi kisses you, his fingers creep up between your thighs and into your pussy. You gasp into his mouth as you feel his fingers. His fingers slide in and out of you with gentle force. Yoichi doesn’t have to try hard, and you’re at his complete mercy. His kisses cannot distract you from his fingers easing in and out of you with his thumb rubbing your clit. He stops kissing you to look at your sweet reactions from his hold on you. His eyes focused on you and only you. Your pussy begins to make low squelching noises from your arousal and wetness. Yoichi seems to love every second of this and begins to thrust his fingers in further, hitting your spongy, soft spot within you.

“Ah! Right there!” you shout at him. Your eyes closed with your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids and your mouth hanging open. Yoichi uses his other hand to grab your chin and have you face his exact direction.

“Open your eyes, angel,” he commands. “I want to watch your face when you cum.” You reluctantly open your eyelids and try to make eye contact with him, but his fingers keep you from doing so. “I love seeing you fucked out like this.” You feel yourself clamp down on his fingers, and your back arches a bit as you feel your second orgasm approach. Your moans grow as he continues his fast pace with his fingers. Your coil unravels once again, and you cream all on his fingers. Yoichi smirks and keeps his eyes on you as he brings his creamed fingers to your lips. You open your mouth, and he delicately puts his fingers inside, and you swirl your tongue around, cleaning them. You taste your orgasm off his fingers, and it arouses you so much.

When you’re done, Yoichi carefully removes his fingers and admires how you look after two orgasms.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says. You become flustered by his compliment. “You think you’d look even more beautiful with my cock inside you?” You give him a surprised look at his comment. “I think you will.” He shoves himself off your bed and begins to remove his pants. It leaves you time to admire his muscular body and see how truly handsome he is. How is it only now you realize how hot he truly is? In the outline of his boxers, you can see just how hard he is. He notices your stare and slowly removes his boxers to show his cock, teasing you again. You reach over to him and try to get him to come back to you so he’d just fuck you already.

“Yoichiiii,” you emphasize. “Hurry up and come here.”

“You’re so cute when you’re desperate, pretty girl,” he compliments you again. He fully removes his boxers to reveal his hard cock with the pink tip smeared with precum. No doubt it must’ve been hard not handling his own arousal. He joins you back on your bed by placing himself between your legs. He grabs your thighs and pushes them up against your chest so he has full access to your needy pussy.

Yoichi lines himself at your entrance and slowly shoves himself in, wanting you to adjust to his length. You furrow your brows from the new feeling of his cock filling you up. It’s an amazing new feeling.

“You good?” Yoichi asks you, noticing your expression.

“Ye-Yes,” you puff out. “I just needed a second.” His constant concern for you is so sweet of him.

“You’re good now, though?” he asks. You nod, taking your thighs yourself and hugging them towards you.

“Please fuck me, Yoichi,” you beg, giving him your big doe eyes he’s come to love.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you, baby.” He moves his hips, and you moan from his cock, brushing against the spongy spot inside you. Yoichi moves with quick precision, making up for the lost time he couldn’t fuck your brains out. As you both hold your legs up, Yoichi can’t help but look at his cock ramming inside you. Your orgasm fluid smearing his cock, allowing him to go fast. He imagines how amazing your pussy will look mixed with his cum as well. His grunts grow as he really starts to fucking love the idea of his cum in you. Truly marking you as his.

“Mm, Yoichi,” you moan. Yoichi looks back at you again and loves how your hair sticks to your forehead and how your tits bounce as he fucks into you.

“You feel so, fuck, good, baby,” Yoichi grunts out. He’s sure he wants to be inside you forever. He can feel his cock begin to twitch within you, meaning he’s going to cum soon. Yoichi doesn’t stop thrusting into you as he rides out his orgasm. You feel his hot cum thrust into you. Yoichi fucks his cum into you, so none of it leaves your pussy.

After he’s satisfied fucking his hot cum into you, he pulls his still hard cock out of you to admire your mixed juices within you. He uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart and watch as the fluids seep out of you. Yoichi is so focused on how his cum looks mixed together with yours that your desperate cries have not been heard.

“Yoichi,” you snap him away from his thoughts, and he looks back at you. He's already way ahead of you without you having to say what you want.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you and cum in you again,” he promises. “Just didn’t want the first load to go to waste, angel.” He gives his cock a few pumps before sliding back inside you. He groans as his inches explore your pussy. Yoichi moves his hips much quicker than before, knocking you back against your bedsheets. The headboard no doubt banged against the wall as well. Not that you cared in any way. Yoichi grabs your legs, which are still held by you somewhat, and really begins to push them to your chest. Yoichi really wanted to make sure your sweet pussy is on full display for him.

You slur curses and moans as Yoichi abuses your overstimulated pussy. He loves the effect he has on you. That his mouth, fingers, and cock has this effect on you.

“Touch yourself,” he says.

“But I’ll—ah! —cum,” you tell him.

“Good,” he says. “I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock.”

You follow his command and bring your shaky fingers to your clit and begin circling it.

“Yeah, shit, just like that,” Yoichi spurs, and you rub faster. Yoichi doesn’t let up his own thrusts as he begins to fuck your spongy spot. You already feel your orgasm build, and you can’t help the loud moans that escape your lips. You hear Yoichi’s praises between your moans. How he tells you how beautiful you are, how sweet you are, how good your pussy feels.

You scream for Yoichi as your third orgasm crashes through you. The fluid spurts on Yoichi’s cock even more than your previous orgasms. Yoichi watches as every part of you cums, and he’s in complete of you.

“God, you’re so perfect,” Yoichi says, watching you come down from your high. Yoichi doesn’t want to overwork you, so he begins to pull out his cock from within you.

“Yoi-Yoichi,” you huff, returning his attention to your face. “Cum inside me again.” He’s surprised by your request but is not about to say no. Yoichi thrusts back into you with vigor, eager to cum in your abused pussy again. His excitement throws him over the edge, and his cock begins to pulse within you. He rams into you, chasing his high, wanting to fulfill your request. You hear him whine as he ruts into you.

“Fuck,” he whines. “I’m gonna cum.” He goes faster into you and cums inside you once again. His cum shoots into you much more than before; its warmth feels you completely, and you love how it feels. You and Yoichi collect yourselves and breathe briefly before he pulls out of you. When he does, he also gets up from your bed, and you give him a confused look as to why he got up.

“Lemme go get a towel to clean us up with,” he says and goes to the washroom to get a damp towel. Yoichi returns quickly and begins to clean you up, making you whimper from the feeling of him touching your pussy again. “Are you ok? I didn’t go too far, did I?” You give Yoichi a soft smile; he’s so loving and respectful.

“No,” you say. “It was amazing, Yoichi.” Now he’s the one to give you a soft smile.

“I’m glad,” Yoichi says.

“Will you lay with me for a while when you’re done?” you ask.

“Baby, I’ll stay with you forever,” he promises.

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Not to thirst post on you but what do you think the BLLK boys think about lingerie? I just feel like Isagi would never /ask/ for it, would never want to imply that you need to do /anything/ to be more sexy, but if he’s peeling his jersey off you after the game and catches a peek of lace and bows he’s immediately locked into a trance—good luck getting him to look you in eyes—he doesn’t even /do/ anything but look and squeeze—watching the red marks his hands make fade before putting them back. You’d be whining, begging for more but he’s having too much fun looking, he might just jerk off and cum on the lace to make the picture prettier

I just… whew… 😃💦

actually, please continue to thirst post 🤭

you made so many good points abt isagi. you’re right; he’s not the type of boyfriend who will specifically request it from you but it’s definitely an appreciated gesture <3 find something lacy that just barely covers anything and you’ll have him ready to worship your body all night. honestly, he seems like a big fan of trying to suck your juices from your cunt through your panties; just so excited and eager to see how soaked you get for him to the point where even the thin material of your panties can’t contain your arousal for him. just like in the isagi fic i posted, i am a firm believer that isagi takes a perverse, feral joy in cumming in you and pulling your panties back up, forcing you to feel the slickness of his cum pooling into a lil puddle in the fabric 🥹 cumming on the lacy garments? yeah, he’s definitely into that; the lingerie is cute and you make it look even better, but his seed splattered all over the lace and even some drops ending up on your exposed skin? stunning.