#yoichi x reader

[kagscore]

𝜗𝜚 playing games with the boys

feat. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin note. this is self indulgent because i wanna play league with nagi i fear ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა i hope you enjoy ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing rocket league with 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 looks like . . .

the two of you sitting in his bedroom, you curled up in his lap as you hold the controller. he holds your hands with his, moving the controller and pressing the buttons for you so you can get a grasp of the movements you need to know. slowly but surely, he lets you take full control and quietly cheers for you as you score goals and block them in his favorite game—car soccer. he's almost brimming with excitement at the idea of teaching you all sorts of tricks—flip resets, [insert other terminology]—anything so that eventually the two of you can play duos together and dominate the game. shows you how to decorate your car, the types of cars you can get and laughing when you ask if you could just drive a vw beetle instead. gets himself a second remote to play on his xbox when he thinks you’re finally starting to get the game and trying to cheer you up when you lose your first game duo’d together.

“you sure you wanna keep playing? i know it isn’t the easiest thing in the world…” “i think it’s so cute you wanna get good at this game baby, of course we can play when you come over again.”

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing league of legends with 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 looks like . . .

nagi absolutely tossing you in headfirst into aram, knowing that you won’t get kills or assists and will die a lot but absolutely sweating his balls off so that he can still carry you to a win. you ask a lot of questions about who you’re playing, who you’re playing against, your abilities and ultimates and just generally what to do and him answering every single question you ask with patience and a soft explanation. sometimes you do questionable things in game, but he just laughs and says it’s okay. congratulates when you finally figure out who you want to main, celebrates when you get your first kill, and even buys you that skin you want as a gift for taking the time to play a game with him and spend time with him. always rerolls his character in aram, trying to find someone you like and getting a bit teary eyed when you recognize his favorite character to play once.

“it’s your favorite character, babe, swap me for them.” “i know you’re new, but please stop dying to tower. i’ll even take us out for dinner, i’m begging.”

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing valorant with 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 looks like . . .

rin trying his hardest every game you play together to be the top frag to impress you subtly, and him avenging you every time you die because how could he let his person die without killing the person that killed you? drops you his gun skins and even switches them when you guys wait in queue to skins you prefer—if he doesn’t have the skin you like, he always gives it to you when he finds and kills the person with it in a game. goes into deathmatches to one v. one you to try and help you learn the mechanics of the game and the shooting. if anyone is rude to you in a game, he’s immediately cursing and hexing their family and generational lineage in his head/in chat. he doesn’t like talking in game, but will if it means defending you against everyone else being mean because you’re bottom fragging. buys you your first skin after you get your first kill and periodically logging into your account to buy you more and surprise you sometimes.

“you should try a duelist if you want to get more kills, my love.” “now we just need to get you an ace, and we can do something special.”

[adoregojo]

summary: once you stepped in, he knew you were his world. notes: i <3 isagi sm

isagi was an average person.

he've been told brutally by what was supposed to be his friends that he he didn't neither look that attractive nor that bad. at least an acceptable looking guy.

his grads were normal, nothing above the usual B nor anything less than it. he didn't get a top of student once because there will always be that one subject that'll manage to put him in his place every time remaining him he wasn't that special.

he had a ordinary house. nothing much of big or fancy house, nor something too poor to live in. and his parents were the usual housewife and the hard working man who keeps his family well fed.

there was nothing special about isagi yoichi.

yet you still see him as he was the brightest star in the sky.

it's kinda of embarrassing to admit it, but he always had a thing for you. ever since the first year. that day you helped him before his head was a few inches from the ground, holding him by his back. you particularly saved him from being embarrassed that day.

he was sure you stole his heart as well that day.

because ever since than he had never been so in love with someone. no it wasn't a misunderstanding of liking, he loved you. sure call him cheesy but he could sower that he never had a those feelings for anyone in his life.

he knew he was in love with you when he couldn't sleep thinking of you.

he knew he was in love with you when he would start writing your name randomly on his notebook.

he knew he was in love with you when the teacher asked him to answer a question when his eyes and mind were busy admiring you instead.

but he never toke a step.

he never talked to you.

he never approached you.

he loved you in silence. and he was planning to stay there. in the middle, where someone like him belonged.

needless to say that isagi genuinely thought it was a prank when you confessed your feelings to him. him? the same guy that received a total 0 chocolate on valentine?, with you? the girl that had half of the school head over heels for you?

if anything he was caught off guard that you even noticed his existence. him out of all the people that were on your feet.

and how could he ever dream about saying no to you.

life was different since then.

instead of usual cold hands, yours was there to warm it for him, to remind him he was there, that you were there. you two were a thing. his untouched lips were always met with yours, he'd take any chance to feel them against his over and over, he remembered how shy he is when you two first kissed but now he shamelessly asks for them every day. like they were his oxygen that brought his heart to it own beat.

instead of one bare of school shoes on his front door it was two, it's you when you came to visit his home. regardless that his parents adored you. specially his mom, she taught you how to cook kintsuba for him. you told him that you were willing to learn new things if that made him smile. and he just fell more in love with you.

instead of going back home alone, it was you warping your arms around him while the wind smothered the both you. it was illegal for two people to ride the same bike, yet for him you were worth it. your warmth on his back making him all giddy and fussy on the inside.

instead of going with his friends out, he went out with you more. name it; karaoke? multiple times. a cafe?; at least once in two weeks. the park?; twice a week. practice?; you're always there, it's a daily thing.

is it possible that he just keeps on falling in love with you each day?

he loved you on your good days and made sure to add more love the bad ones. you'd never look 'ugly' to him, you could wear the most hideous thing ever and he'd still think your breathtaking as ever.

and the cherry on top all of that, that you loved him the same.

you loved him when he failed miserably at making you chocolate on valentines day and you still ate it with a generous smile, he's the clumsiest person to ever witness yet you'd still look at him like he dose no wrong.

you loved him when he blew his chance to the nationals. you held him gently while he buried himself in your welcoming embrace. he cried and cried wetting your shoulder with tears. yet you still run your fingers through his hair lovingly, your smothering voice mumbles comforting words. you let him know that you were there for him even at his worst times.

even when he hesitated to approve the 'blue lock' project thing.

"I don't know, babe." he said hesitated while his grip still around the paper taking a look at it from time to time.

"come on, yo! it's your chance." you told in pure excitement like you were the one who got the letter. it made him intense in joy how happy you looked for him.

"i just don't want to be away from you." he admitted. the words leaving his mouth uncontrollably.

"oh- don't be clingy now. I'll get mad at you if you wasted this." you huffed trying to look anywhere near angry despite the red that spread across your face at his honest words.

isagi sighed, he was doomed the second you knew about this project. he could never resist you.

"only if you company me there."

he hated this.

he didn't like the people here. he didn't like the food. he didn't like the smell, and he definitely didn't like the frustration feeling after losing.

he wished he hugged you tighter when you two were saying goodbye. he wished he had hidden your picture on the aquarium date more unseen before it was taken. now he gotta rely on his brain that was a ball instead. now thinking about it that long-10-minutes (breathless) of his lips against yours was definitely not enough, he wished he kissed you more.

he knew this is his dream, his passion. yet he still missed you terribly. he bet that anyone here was willing to hear his rambling about his theories and noel noa as much as you, god. you didn't even like soccer that much yet you still put up with him managing to ask questiond there and here to prove your interest. he missed you so bad he could cry.

even nagi and barou complain about him repeating a girl's name in his sleep, at least nagi was complaining while barou threatened to cut his tongue if he kept that up.

he already got here, he proved himself. he got rivals, he spoked some unnecessary words that you'll definitely get mad over him for it. he got stronger and somehow wiser, built his own character and slef-worth from the start.

that definitely did not mean that'll leave you in his shadow, if anything he wanted you by his side when he becomes the best striker. the world cup in his hand and you in his mind.

he'll make it happen. he'll make that dream come true.

gotta do part 2 for the return (✿ ◕‿◕). (have a nice day everyone)

[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.

[mysicklove]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 22: A/B/O

With: Isagi Yoichi

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Omega/bottom Isagi, Top/Alpha/Gn reader, omegaverse stuff (slick, claiming, scenting, etc.), isagi is in heat, readers pp could be read as strap or dick, marking/biting, slight blood, possesive behavior, instincts and stuff, isagi lowkey being feral

A/N: i like this one. and dont ask me why i know so much about a/b/o dynamics.'

Isagi was completely fine with being an omega. Sure, in the beginning he thought it may affect his soccer career, but as he grew and matured, he realized that it wasn't a problem anymore. Scent blockers and suppressants were a gift from the gods, and key factor of how he went pro. Without them he didn't know where he would be.

But, it led to an addiction. Constantly hiding his scent, hoping people may mistake him for being a beta so he doesn't have to deal with the slander omegas get on the field. And without heats he doesn't have to miss practice. Hence, every morning he puts a scent blocker sticker on his neck and wrist, and the second he feels a little amiss, he pops a heat suppressant. And he lived fine.

Except then you came into his life. An alpha. 

Heats are supposed to be spent with you. His body was begging him to spend it with someone, but he shuts it down immediately. Its unhealthy, and he knows it. A doctor has reminded him for years now, but he brushed it aside. 

The two of you had fought about it for about a year now. It was damaging his body, but he was too deep in his soccer career to sacrifice those multiple weeks of the year. You couldn't force him to do it, but every time you saw him pop that pill, and instinctual dread flooded your veins.

He hasn't had a real heat in five years. More than twice longer than what is considered “unhealthy” for an omega. It means when he finally does fall into it, its bound to be painful, and long lasting. Not only that, but his instincts are supposed to be heightened more than usual, so he doesn't know what he will say or do once he goes into it again.

But you finally convinced him spend it with you. He has been hinting for months now that he wanted you to mark him, but when he finally bluntly asked you to claim him, you said you would only do it during his heat. He agreed with much hesitancy.

It's a dread to think about, and honestly he is a little scared. But he promised you he would do it. He (very reluctantly) called off two weeks from soccer practice during off season, when he felt his pre-heat begin to creep up on him. 

So, here he is. Going to have his first heat in five years. 

The two of you stayed at his place. It was probably better to be at a spot he is comfortable with after all. The days before it weren't too bad, you forced him to put away the scent blockers for a couple of days, so the house smelled strongly of him. He went out of his way to scent as many things as possible, growing anxious as the days went by. He also built a nest on the space next to his bed, covered in blankets, pillows, and too many items from your dirty hamper. He was antsy during this time, finding himself clinging to you, and following you around the house. It was cute honestly, watching him have a slight pout while he grips onto your hand.

His body temperature started to pick up by the third day of his preheat. He started wearing less clothing, and you hand fed frozen fruit to him, hoping to cool him off just a little. He tosses and turns in the night, whining out for you to hold him, comfort him, make the strange feeling stop. It was so confusing and he hated it.

And finally after four days, he experienced his first heat since he was a teenager. It was in the middle of the night, the two of you in his nest, and you were fast asleep when he awoke. Every inch of his body ached, and he was panting. Sweat dripped down his temple, and he could feel slick stain his boxers. It made him groan in frustration, but he couldn't do anything about it because he was so horny.

Everything in him screamed for him to get filled, and as quickly as possible. He doesn't even think about it, tearing off his shirt and boxers. His now naked body trembles and he pants into the back of his hand, before turning to your sleeping form. He quickly finds himself scampering over to you, shaking you awake.

You turn to him with a groan, eyes blinking in the darkness to try to adjust themselves. “Yoichi?” You question, voice hoarse from sleep.

He basically tackles you, collapsing his entire body onto yours, and burying his face into your neck, scenting it quickly and desperately. “It’s h-here–dont know what to do. H-Help. Hurts. It hurts. Make it stop!”

You snap awake in an instant, resting your hand on the back of his head. He straddles your leg, beginning to hump at it. You croon at him, the sound low and comforting, hoping to calm him down just slightly. “What do you need me to do, Yoichi?”

He shakes his head back and forth in your neck. “I don't know! J-Just touch me. Please, alpha!” 

You cup the back of his head, letting him rest in your neck, while you reach to grab his toy bag the two of you packed just a couple days earlier. You flick on the lamp on your nightstand and he glances at the bag in your hand, letting out a small growl and nipping at your skin.

You flinch, and he continues to growl, low, not threatening, but annoyed. “Don't want the toys. Touch me,” Isagi hisses, grinding his cock onto your leg.

“Feisty omega,” You murmur, setting the bag on the other side of the nest, and moving to reach behind him.

He gulps at the words, feeling bad already. His hormones are all out of wack, and he can't seem to think straight. He nuzzles into your neck and purrs, lifting his hips up to meet your fingers. 

You use a finger to prod at his entrance, eyes slightly widening at the feeling. “Wow love, you are so wet. You're dripping all over your legs and the pillows,” You murmur in astonishment, dragging your finger around the hole.

He whines in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from his heat, and now from humilation. “D-Dont know why. I woke up and it hasn't stopped,” he complains, voice low and gruff. You continue to pet his hair, trying to comfort him.

You hum in response, pressing your other finger into his hole. He shivers at the feeling, clinging onto you in the darkness. When it slips in easier than usual, you prod another one, finding it just as easy to slip in. “Fuck Yoichi, you’re just begging to be fucked aren’t you. Taking it so easy.”

His back is arched by now, pressing into the fingers that are now scissoring him. “More. ‘ts not enough. Please, please. I need more, alpha!” He cries, both sides of him now leaking. His face is flushed, and his whole body feels like its on fire.

You shush his mewls, letting out a soothing scent and he moans into your neck. “Alright, alright. I’m going to make you feel good, relax,” you whisper, trying to pull yourself a way for minute to prepare yourself. He doesn't let you go far, arms wrapping around your entire body, breathing into your skin. The scent seems to make him feel grounded, and it's what he desperately needs right now.

“Here, lay down for me,” You encourage, trying to pull him off just for a second so that you can line yourself up with him. He doesnt seem to listen, shaking his head and panting. Sweat beads at his temples, and he's already beginning to beg again, but you push him to the bed, pinning his hands up for a moment while you press the tip into him.

He groans at the feeling, already borderline oversensitive. “Hold me. Please. Hold me, ‘s hot. I can't–”

You kiss his neck, pressing further inside of him, and his eyes widen, gasping at the feeling. His nails dig into your back and you try not to hiss out, continuing forward till you bottom out in him. Slick continues to leak out and onto the nest, but you don't say anything, afraid of embarrassing him.

But you couldnt help but notice the way his back arches, and the wet feeling now on the both of your stomachs. His breaths are shaky and his hold on you is weak. It gives you a chance to pull away for a second, glancing at the cum spread between the two of you. 

He covers his face with his hand, blushing profusely. “I'm sorry. Don't know what happened. J-Just felt…really good,” He warbles, not daring to look at you, but feeling himself begin to grow hard again. 

You giggle at him, planting a soft kiss to his lips. “S’alright. So cute, Yoichi. Wanna take a break then?”

His eyes are back onto you in an instant, wide and panicking. “N-No! You can't stop, please keep going!” He begs, lifting his hips to grind his cock on your stomach in a plea.

You know it's the heat talking, so you don't dare to tease him, afraid of pissing him off. So you abide by your omegas command.

“Fuckkkk,” He breathes, eyes rolling back when you start to pick up the pace. You grip at the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss, and thrusting forward. His legs wrap around your waist, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. Your thrusts are hard, short, and make a lewd slapping noise from the skin to skin contact. 

Isagi pulls away from the kiss, eyes cloudy, and mouth slightly swollen from the attention. “Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha,” He chants, mewling at every thrust, while slick drips down his thigh.. 

You kiss his cheek, humming to him in question. “Right here. I'm here. Doing so well. Such a pretty omega,” You coo in response, and the effects are immediate. He purrs at your voice, nuzzling into your neck and scenting you with a small fucked out grin.

“Mark me.”

You pause your movements, eyes flashing to his blue ones. He whines at the interruption, grabbing at your hips to pull you in closer. “Right now? It's so early,” You reason, growing dizzy off his warm scent.

It turns sour in an instant. “Y-You dont want me?”

He was being unreasonable, but that was the heat talking. His brain wasn't in the right place, and the second you didn't agree, it hurt. Way more than it should have. Tears prick at his eyes, and he begins to push you away, feeling gross with himself.

You don't let him go far, releasing a calming scent, and crooning to him. “Not what I meant. Relax, omega. It's okay, you're okay. I'll mark you, will that make you feel better?”

He clings onto you immediately, scent light again. “Please please please. Wanna be yours. Your omega. Please bite me!” 

You groan, grabbing his hips and forcing him back down onto the length. He gasps, trembling, but now baring his neck to you. 

“You're going to be the death of me, Yoichi,” You sigh, not liking how much control he has over you. Between the scent and his lewd words, which would never come out of his mouth if he wasn't in heat, it was hard to stay present in the moment.

“Please please please,” he cries, grabbing your hair  and forcing you toward his very own neck. You glance at him one last time, looking at his glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks. He nods at you, a whine slipping past his lips. 

You take one last deep breath, inhaling your lovers intoxicating scent and bury your teeth into his neck. He yelps, gripping onto your hair as tears drip down his cheeks. But his back arches, and hes cumming again from the action. His head spins as he feels your tongue lick at the wound, crooning out apologies for the pain.

Your thrusts have slowed down slightly, but they are deeper, harder. After cumming two times Isagi feels himself grow tired, weaker, but every cell in his body is screaming at him to go again and again. Till he passes out, if he must. 

“You alright? My omega…All mine,” You whisper, brushing away his sweaty bangs. He feels light headed, absolutely amazed at the feeling of being claimed after all this time and your words, but frustrated from your bare neck. It's not fair.

A possessive nature takes over him, and he lets out a small growl. You raise your eyebrows at him, confused by the sudden aggression. He was always pretty temperamental, but you granted his wish, and were fucking him, what more could he need?

A pair of canines dig into your neck before you could even process his movements. It makes you wince, hissing out and shivering as you feel his tongue lick over the wound. “N-No warning?” You half complain, not minding the feeling of being marked by him.

He doesnt seem to be listening, heat clouding all coherent thoughts. “My alpha. Mhmmm. Mine, mine, mine.”

“Possessive little thing. S-Supposed to be my line,” You laugh at him lightly, and he pulls away for the first time tonight, maneuvering you until he is sitting on your lap, and beginning to raise himself up and down. Two hands fall on your stomach to help steady himself as he begins to grind on the length, head falling backward as he pants at the ceiling.

His movements are frantic, desperate even, as if he was afraid he would never get a chance to cum again. His own cum on his stomach is beginning to dry up, but he doesn't seem to mind. His cock flops back and forth at his movements, and sweat drips down his neck. His whole body seems to be a pinkish shade, covered in sweat. It makes you slightly worried, but knowing him, if you force him to stop so that you can check on him, he may try to kill you.

He cums again without much warning, his fingers curling up and eyes rolling backward. The stream is weaker, dripping pathetically down his cock. His whole body trembles and he collapses forward onto you, pawing at you to hold him again.

You grab water from the nightstand and basically force it down his throat, the excess dripping down his chin and onto your chest. He gulps it down without much complaint, staring at you with lidded eyes the entirety of it. “Lets take a break,” You mumble, caressing his cheek and wiping away the water.

He purrs into your touch, and realigns himself up again, a drunken smile on his face. “Not a chance, alpha,” Isagi says, sinking onto the length to try to chase his fourth orgasm that night. 

The two of you get little sleep, and you awoke to him grinding on your leg, and biting at your ear, begging you to make him feel good again, full again. But even in your exhausted state, you didn't mind too much, because how could you say no to your precious omega? 

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[kunigmis]

pluck my cherry?

isagi yoichi x female!reader

synopsis: isagi yoichi asks his dear older stepsister a favor, which is to pluck my cherry? you’ve been a part of his life since he was 10, so you’re disgusted by the thoughts you’ve had of him. but, he’s just so sweet and innocent, you think maybe corrupting him wouldn’t be too bad…

content warnings: minors do not interact! all characters are 20+, age gap (7-years), stepcest, virginity loss (on isagi’s end), unprotected sex, oral (female!receiving), handjob, creampie, squirting, hinted breeding kink if you squint, kind of sister-con!isagi (he’s in love with you), heavy petting and groping, cum eating, pervert!isagi…

notes: i’d love to do virgin!isagi i’m sorry, but like that’s getting me all hot and bothered ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა virgin!isagi who’s a natural at sex!! love heart eyes… the two of you have grown up together and you’re adoration turned into lust… parents aren’t really mentioned but your mother fell for isagi’s father (just imagine his parents had split up). isagi has been in love with you since he was 10 btw. probably ooc… ૮ › ༝ ‹ ྀིა and!! this is for lovely @killsaki‘s family ties collab!! i loved being part of this, it was sm fun <33

WHEN ISAGI COMES TO you, all blushing and staring lovingly at you with his pretty and big blue eyes, asking you a favor you, dare say, wanted to say no to, you’re only allowed to hesitate for a moment before he’s hounding you for an answer. he’s bigger than when he was as a teenager, always having stood taller than you, so it’s easy for him to press you into a corner and keep you there for as long as he wanted.

you’re not sure whether or not he’s serious. he’s always been a bit of a jokester, he’d come in and play with you like a toy. despite being older than he, it was as if the “age barrier” played no part in your guys’ relationship. you wanted the respect you knew he could give, yet he couldn’t bring himself to show it. and, he didn’t really mind that you were older anyway.

but, you always found that to be endearing. you kind of liked to be treated like you were as young as he was, to not have your age be a factor in how he treated you. he was usually upfront about how he felt, never acting like he was forced to interact with you and like he actually wanted to be around you. it was sweet and had you feeling things you shouldn’t for the person he was to you. but, you’d push those thoughts aside when you’d shove your hand into your panties and treat yourself to a playful game called crushing on your little stepbrother. and, this was not a game a 30-year-old woman like you should be playing.

so, you shake your worries once more and ask him if he’s actually asking or just messing with your feelings. because you’re sure that, either way, you’d say yes despite your inner turmoil.

“why would i joke about this, big sis?” isagi knew your sick and gut-twisting feelings whenever he’d use that to address you. his eyes were sharp and perspective, so he would easily catch you pressing your thighs together and anxiously avoiding his gaze. you were so easy to read, and he’d hope just as easy to get into bed. “c’mon, please? f’me.”

god, he was doing to be the death of you. isagi had you tangoing with the devil with the wild thoughts he gave you. you’ve imagined it so many times, and you’re sure you’ll imagine it so many more, but now’s the time when your thoughts become reality. all those sick and twisted ideas of fucking your little stepbrother on every and any surface in your house that you could were about to become a little more than just scenarios in your pretty little head.

isagi doesn’t even question your silence, he knows you’re thinking about it—and he knows you’re going to give in. fuck, he licks the back of his teeth in anticipation, trying to quench the urge to just pounce on you now. he’s wanted this for so long, remembering how his eyes would always get so big and starry when he’d look up at you as your family had dinner. you treated him so kindly, so sweetly, like he wasn’t some random 7-year younger child your mother brought in with an extra bonus of a father figure. you accepted their presence quickly and doted on isagi with innocent adoration. that is, until you both knew it turned into something a little south of innocent and a little dirtier than adoration.

and, so, you’re left to swallow down any refusals and instead nod meekly, so easy to give in and you’re sure isagi would be using such a thing to his advantage later on.

finally, you were within his grasp and he wasn’t planning on letting go.

“fuck—! ‘ichi, please!”

an hour had passed since isagi and you got to it. you’re a creamy and hot mess now, hair tousled and stuck to your sweaty forehead. your lips are red from continuous biting, by both you and isagi, and are begging to be plucked like the pretty cherries they were, “s-stop teasing already…”

you watch as your little stepbrother tongues his way into your pussy, all hot and squirming with the walls of your insides. he’s moaning against you, sloppily eating you out and taking every moment, every second he can to engrave the taste and smell and feel of you into his mind. he’s coming off too needy for his own liking, but how could he not be when you’re just so ripe for the picking?

isagi only relents for a second to give you a laugh, kissing your swollen clit before he’s puckering his lips and sucking with fervor. you throw your head back into your pillow, tongue heavy in your mouth that all you can do is cry and palm at isagi’s skewed hair. you got it so messy, fingers tangling within each strand, that you’re not sure who looks worse.

“s’good, ‘ichi, fuck,” you’re twitching from overstimulation, being denied orgasm after orgasm as isagi would makeout with your cunt just before pulling away when you were on the brink of release. for being a so-called virgin, he was great at giving head. “w-wan’ cum for you… need it!”

you’re begging and squirming beneath him and his hot mouth. his arms circle your thighs and hold you down, thick fingers have their nails pressed into your skin that they create small crescents in their wake. he’s nosing at your clit now, mouth back at your entrance so he can dig his tongue into your messy cunt. he curls it just right, wiggles it enough to reach further than before, and you’re seeing white by the time you can moan out a warning.

“fuck! fuck!” you’re arching off the bed and thrashing, so overstimulated that you’re no longer in control of how your body moves. meanwhile, isagi keeps going, drinking in all of you to not waste a savory drop. his eyes are so droopy, practically swirling in a pool of blue and rich lust that you’re sure you’d drown if you got too lost in them. and, it was just now that you’d noticed the soft humping of the bed isagi was doing.

you pant a laugh, move a hand to brush the hair from his face and give him a small tug, “‘ichi, so cute… humping t-the bed,” you’re in no state to be teasing, but the blush on isagi’s face and the way he hungrily comes up to hump your wet pussy, you’re just babbling whatever comes to mind now. “why not put those hips to use and fuck me already?”

isagi’s eyes go wide, letting out a moan when your hand comes to toy with his dick through his boxers. he’s so thick, you can feel the heat and weight within the palm of your hand. you’re sure you’re drooling right now, but you can’t help the way your hand eagerly dips within his boxers to start jerking him off.

you start slow, only circling the tip before you fist his cock from base to tip. isagi shutters when you do, muscles flexing as he holds himself above you. you watch in awe, eyes honed in on the facial expressions isagi makes as you play with him. his brows pinch upwards, eyes screwed shut as his mouth falls open in an oh. he’s so vocal, nothing like past encounters you’ve had, and you’re embarrassed to say the noises he makes may just make you cum untouched.

“f-fuck, big sis, j-just like that,” isagi begins to thrust into your hand and tries to match your pace, but your hand is moving too fast and he’s just feeling too good, that his hips stutter and he’s quick to try and pry your hand away, “wait! ‘m-m cumming—!”

you don’t stop your ministrations, continuing to ride out his orgasm as white peaks from above his boxers and begins to seep through their material. isagi’s head hangs on to your chest, a long and low groan having left his lips at his release. god, he’s so hot, and the way he keeps moving his hips is so cute.

isagi pants hotly against your skin, slowly coming to a stop as you remove your hand and press them to his lips. “open up,” he eagerly does as told, tongue swiveling out to wrap around your fingers and lick his own cum from them. he’s staring at you while doing so, fair face flushed red down to his chest as he moans around your fingers. “what a good boy, ‘ichi.”

if he had one, isagi’s tail would be wagging with the praise. he’s practically a dog in heat, tongue lapping any body part of you as he humped the air. it’s like he’s imagining the feel of your pussy around his dick without having even put it in.

by the time isagi’s done with your fingers, you had already used your other hand to reach down and tug his boxers off. he obediently shimmied out of them, his dick big and thick as it rubbed between the folds of your cunt. “c-condom—“

isagi had the mind to reach for his pants, but your hand snagged his between grimy fingers and pulled him back, making him gasp when your other had begun to line him up with your entrance and ease him in. “fuck—wait—big sis!”

you shiver when he’s fully within you, the stretch new and giving a whole other meaning to sex for you. you wouldn’t be able to go back to anyone else’s dick after having isagi’s. it was molding your walls to fit only him, making sure that your pussy knew the shape and every little detail to it that there was. you’re sure that it was made just for you—that isagi was made just for you.

“f-fuck, big sis—s’hot, s’good. i want t’ cum already—“ isagi didn’t even give you time to breathe with how quickly he began thrusting. the second you slid him in, raw and all, he was seeing stars and thrusting away. his hips were glued to the globes on your ass, hands pressing to the underside of your knees to have you bending in a way that he saw himself going in and out within just a few inches away. he was so enamored by the sight, by your pussy, that he began to feel dizzy. “you f-fuck me so good.”

you’ve never felt so good before. isagi was bringing you to levels you’d never reached, and you were almost positive he wasn’t a virgin; but, with how sloppy he was in his movements, be it giving head or fucking your cunt, you were led to believe otherwise.

“yes—‘ichi r-right there!” your eyes cross when his tip hits that spot inside you, kisses it repeatedly, and abuses it with a mission. he’s so sloppy and yet that just makes it so much better, having isagi pounding into you without a thought within his pretty little head, just so focused on how you feel and getting you two to release, has you forgetting all about where your relationship now stands. “so hot, ‘ichi!”

isagi is nodding with your words, hips never stuttering despite how he loses his rhythm every other thrust. who knew pussy would feel so good. he’s practically head above the clouds right now, your walls are just so gummy and wet that he’s slipping out and back in so easily. he’s still got the taste of you on his tongue, letting it hang out to drop a glob of spit where the two of you meet. he’s never going to get enough of this; he’ll fuck you every day, anywhere and everywhere he could think of; he’s never going to let you go.

when you clench around him, he jolts forward, sending you into a further bend than before. you’re screaming, his name a mantra you can’t help sing. ‘ichi, ‘ichi, ‘ichi, he swore he’s never heard anything more angelic than that before. with your lips all red and looking so good, isagi forces himself to remove his hands from your knees and press his shoulders into them, having his hands linking with yours as he messily kisses you.

it’s all tongue and teeth and spit, just so messy that you have it dripping down your chin. you moan into his mouth, swallow the noises he returns, and suck his tongue like some candy. isagi watches in a daze, eyes lidded and glued to the way you suck his face. you’re liking this more than he originally thought, but he’s not one to complain when your nails dig into his hands and plead for more.

“s’good, s’good! gon’ cum! i-inside? please?” isagi gasps into your mouth, letting your tongues press and slide together as his hips stutter all over the place. your pussy spasms and sucks him right back in, like it has a voice of its own and it’s begging to be bred. isagi whines at the feeling and only pleads more.

you’re not all there right now, brain all mushy and gooey, so you just nod and babble incoherently. isagi isn’t even listening, only focused on the release coming quicker and quicker. it builds, the metaphorical dam blocking it breaks and he’s panting and gasping into your mouth as his cum is fucked into your cunt.

“w-wait—‘ichi, i-i feel like i’m going to pee—!” you’re crying, having been fucked into a bawling mess as your lower stomach burns and tingles like before you use the restroom. you’re hiccuping with every thrust isagi gives, legs shaking over his shoulders and you’re going cross-eyed when you feel yourself lose it all.

isagi is so lost in getting milked dry by your pussy, and it’s only worsened when you cling to him and cum around his dick and along his abdomen in spurts. you squirted. “oh, f-fuck that was fucking hot,” the black of isagi’s hair sticks to your sweaty chest, his tongue licking along your chest and kissing marks into your skin. he’s trying to calm down, but your juices just keep flowing and making a mess that he can’t go soft. “b-big sis, fuck, stop please… my dick’s going to fall off…”

you’re trying to stop spasming, trying to let yourself down, but you just can’t. it wasn’t enough, you’re so hungry for isagi’s dick that your pussy doesn’t want to let him go. you’re tightening around him, practically stuck together by your release that you’d probably tear if pulled apart.

“o-one more time…”

there’s no going back to how things once were now.

[onceonafullmoon]

Flirtation

Fem! Reader x Isagi

No warnings! Slightly suggestive at the end, takes place well after blue lock, reader is kinda tsundere

“You think you’re cute?” You ask with a faux annoyed look. His grin broadens at your words. "I think you're cute."

“You should carry me.” You say with an overly flirtatious demeanor, fluttering your lashes at the blue haired boy beside you.

It’s said mostly as a joke, a way to fluster him, but you can’t deny the pain shooting through your feet as you navigate the sidewalk in your pretty, but not very efficient, heels.

Isagi doesn’t respond, and for a second you think you might have actually succeeded at flustering him until he suddenly lifts you up into his arms, making you let out an undignified squeak as your hands instinctively grip onto his shoulders.

For a moment, you’re left speechless as he proceeds to maneuver you into a bridal style carry.

You look at him with wide eyes when you eventually settle into place, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you.

“I– uh… you know I was only joking, right?”

“Your feet are blistering.” He responds simply, as if it was only natural to simply lift you in the air over it.

You scoff playfully at him, keeping up your joking demeanor out of nervousness.

“Pshh, no pain no game, I could have handled it, I’m a strong girl.”

“Sure you are. Now can the “strong girl” look me in the eyes?” He asks pointedly, watching as you struggle to maintain eye contact.

Opening your mouth, you try to fish for a comeback that will diffuse the sudden uncomfortable tension that’s arisen between the two of you, but fail to hook one, eventually shutting your mouth in defeat.

Hesitantly, you move your gaze to his only to feel mildly irked when you find him looking back at you with an amused smirk on his face.

You can feel a fluttering feeling rise up within you as Isagi tilts his head closer to yours, his blue eyes shining with mischief.

“You think you’re cute?” You ask with a faux annoyed look.

His grin broadens at your words.

“I think you’re cute.”

“...”

You stare at him in disbelief, your cheeks turning red.

“Fuck you.” You eventually say with a flustered laugh, turning away from his face with reddened cheeks. “Put me down right now so I can shove my foot up your ass.”

He laughs at that, a boyish, carefree chuckle that has your breath momentarily catching in your throat.

“Nah, I don’t think I will.”

As if to punctuate his words, his grip grows ever so slightly tighter as he begins to walk again, not enough to hurt but enough to discourage any struggles you might put up.

Although, truthfully, as embarrassing as the situation was, you don’t think that you could find it within yourself to even try to get out of his arms.

“Whatever, I’ll find my way out eventually, villain.” You respond rather dramatically, willing your blush to die down.

“Me? I’m the villain?” He asks as if affronted, but you don’t miss the way his eyes twinkle in amusement.

“Of course you are, look at you,” You say, gesturing to him with one hand. “stealing away maidens in the dead of night, you ought to be put away.”

Isagi laughs again, and a swell of pride rushes through you at the sound, happy to make him laugh, but still slightly jaded that you can’t seem to fluster him anymore.

“That’s a harsh reading of it, I was under the impression that this was something like “helping a damsel in distress”

“Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re the one putting me in distress.”

He rolls his eyes, but smiles at you.

“I’m alright with being a villain if it means stealing you away.”

“...”

You look at him in a manner almost defeated, knowing that you’ve been bested again.

“You cheeseball, you absolute grilled cheese, goldfish, cheez-it, mozzarella stick, where do you get the right?”

“You should quit while you're ahead (Name).” He says smugly.

“And you should humble yourself.” You say with a mock glare. “Remember where you started from first, because I remember that flustered mess you were on our first date.”

At least he has the gall now to look slightly wounded at your words, although the memory of him literally tripping over himself to impress you is slightly hard to shake even for a bluelock-ified Isagi.

“Alright, alright, you have a point.” He says, eventually letting up on his own, more successful flirting.

“I always have a point.” You say jokingly, slightly eased by the pressure of the growing tension dissipating.

“...Today was fun.” You speak after a while, a smile pulling at your lips. “It was nice spending time with you after all this time.”

“Yeah?” He says, looking at you through his lashes.

“Yeah.” You respond. “I mean, well, don’t get me wrong it's not that I don’t appreciate the time that we did spend together… it’s just…”

“...it’s just?” He prompts.

“...well, it's nice to have you to myself for a bit now that the season’s over.” You eventually confess, a small smile playing on your lips.

He’s silent for a bit then at your words, and when you take the time to look back at him, you're pleasantly surprised to see the sight of the blush you’ve been trying so hard to conjure on his cheeks.

“Seriously?” You can’t help but tease after you snap out of your reverie. “That’s all it took?”

He laughs at that, the sound quiet and light, the type of laugh he lets out when he’s flustered (that you rarely see these days) and it fills you with a sense of pride.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He deflects to which you let a laugh at.

“Sure…” You say teasingly. “Still, it’s nice to see that that same bashful boy at the coffee shop isn’t dead yet.”

“He never died.” Isagi responds with a smile. “He’s just been… preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied with what?”

“With how good you look right now.”

“...go fuck yourself.” You laugh out in a distinctly higher pitch, deliberately turning away to hide your face.

“What? I can’t say my girl looks good?” He goads, and you feel yourself melt despite your best efforts.

(Specifically at the way he emphasizes “my”, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“You know damn well that that’s not the problem.”

“Seems to me like you’re being hypocritical.”

“Yeah, but I’m a cute hypocrite.”

“The cutest.”

“...god damn it.” You groan out in defeat, finally turning to face him. “Fine you win, now leave me alone.”

He smirks then, something smug and predatory that sends your heart racing in a way that you’ve only experienced when reading your romance novels or when with him.

“Nah, I don’t think I will, your reactions are the best part.”

You stare at him, slack jawed for a moment before clearing your throat to weakly respond to him.

“...you need to stop.”

“Do I?” Isagi asks lowly, his breath puffing against your ear making your cheeks heat up to a temperature almost dangerous.

“...You should.” You say eventually, trying to ignore the smugness radiating off of him much like his warmth, which now seems entirely too close and all encompassing.

“Or else what?” He murmurs, his lips brushing up against your ear in a way that has you shifting in his arms to pull away from.

“We’re in public!” You hiss out instead of attempting to formulate a threat, a warning against his hands that seem to be all too eager in their subtle travels squeezing along your waist and thighs.

“And?”

Isagi’s eyes have shifted from that sweet boyish look to something hungrier, something more sinister that sends a shiver down your spine.

“...you need to behave yourself.” You choke out, your eyes refusing to make contact with his.

“And you need to be more convincing.” He coos out in a tone almost condescending. “Eyes on me, pretty girl.”

You bite down the squeak that threatens to bubble up out of your lips and shoot him a wobbly glare that he just laughs at, before letting up slightly on his touches.

“Right, right. I’m sorry.” He says finally.

You relax slightly in his hold, realizing that you’ve been clenching up on instinct, and mutter under your breath. “You should be.”

“I know.” He concedes, giving you a smile before his eyes darken slightly, again leaving you on the precipice of that roller coaster slope.

“But when we get home I hope you know I’m not letting up.” He murmurs in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine in anticipation.

[byalexisness]

☆virgin killer

Isagi Yoichi x fem! reader

this man and the virgin killer trope haunts my mind. also, thank you for over 100 followers <3 i love each of you.

content warning: detailed smut, dom! isagi, overstimulation, dirty talking, corruption kink, virginity loss, inexperienced! reader, fingering, oral (f reciving), established relationship

outside the field, everyone saw isagi as a sweet, caring boyfriend. he was nothing but gentle with you.

i mean, how couldn't he? you were so precious to him, so innocent and needing to be protected. you were so cute, adorable even, with your tiny pleated skirt and short, tight and cropped tops that revealed a little of your tummy. your knee socks hugging your thighs oh-so perfectly, you looked like a princess.

his princess.

don't get him wrong, isagi loved you and he wished to protect and be with you every second of his life. he was a true sweetheart, hiding his true intentions behind gentle caresses and kisses.

truly, from the second his eyes met yours back in highschool, he wanted to do nothing but have you dumb on his cock.

however, he knew you were scared of losing your purity. and while it was understandable, it was hard keeping his composure.

unlike you, isagi was experienced. he has been through multiple girls, since most of his fans gave themselves to him freely. however, the ones he loved the most were the virgin ones.

he absolutely loved the feeling of a tight, untouched cunt sucking his cock in with every push. the way all of them would go stupid and cry that "it hurts", only to beg for more and more once he hit the sweet spots.

however, when he stopped his one-night stands with random fangirls the moment you became his girlfriend. it didn't matter how desperate he was, how much you would unwillingly and unknowingly tease him by sitting on his lap or kissing his neck, he wouldn't resume into cheating on you.

the day you finally agreed to let him touch you in your special place, isagi was in heaven. after four long years of waiting and only fucking his fist or a fleshlight, he could finally touch you.

isagi started slow, with a make out session, his lips refusing to live yours, even when both yours and his lungs ached with the need for oxygen.

then, he went down to your neck, peppering it with kisses and love bites. nothing unusual for now, since he always placed hickeys on your neck, collarbone or shoulders. to show everyone you were taken, that you were his and his alone.

slowly taking off your top, teasing you, making you want him more, his lips traveled down your to your shoulders and chest area while his hands massaged your waist. your trembling hands took off his t-shirt, wanting to feel his skin.

you were already a whining mess when a skilled hand undid your bra and threw it away and his greedy mouth attached to your right breast. his tongue swirled around your areola, flicking your nipple from time to time. isagi's hand massaged your left breast, groping it and caressing it, not giving you a single second of a break.

little mewls and whimpers fell from your mouth as he gave his full attention to your breasts. "y-yoichi...p-please" you whined lowly, getting impatient.

"patience, doll." he said lovingly and switched to your left breast, giving it the same treatment as he gave to your right one. after he decided it was enough, he peppered kisses down to the beginning of your shorts. "may i?"

with a small nod from you, isagi took off your shorts, a proud smirk on his face when he saw the wet patch on your cute panties. "aww, is my princess already wet f'r me?" he teased, earning a whine from you.

"w-what will you do now?" you asked as you shyly squirmed when his fingers touched your clothed pussy.

"shh, darling. 'mma take good care of you. gonna eat this pussy out until you can't breathe anymore."

you shivered at his filthy words and a shaky breath escaped past your lips when the cold air hit your hot cunt.

"look at you...so wet, i can't wait to taste you." he whispered and you heard an unknown hunger in his voice. without wasting more time, isagi's mouth attached to your pussy, licking a long stripe with his tongue.

his lips sucked on your clit and then, you felt his hot muscle penetrating you. he moved his tongue in and out, making you see stars only from it.

after a few minutes of eating you out like you were a full course meal, you felt another intruder stretching you out. his middle finger entered you slowly and carefully, moving in a calm pace.

it felt...way different from your fingers. his finger was longer and thicker and it made you whine out his name. "y-yoiii"

he smirked, sucking on your clit. his ring finger soon joined his middle one, giving you another stretch. the lewd squelching sounds made by his fingers thrusting in your wet pussy made you whine. he was soon scrissoring you open, preparing you for the big stretch.

you can't even process when you came, you only knew that you did when your lower body jolted upwards and you cried out loudly. however, isagi didn't stop, slurping your juices like a starved man.

your hips involuntary tried jerking away from his mouth, overstimulated by the intensity of your orgasm. you babbled brainlessly, trying to get him to give you a break. he didn't.

he kept going, soon making you cum twice, thrice even.

when he decided it was enough, he separated his mouth from your vagina, your slick making his chin shine in the dim light of the room. his fingers left your pussy too, making you whine at the emptiness.

you already looked fucked out, breathing heavily as your eyes lustfully watched him. yoichi pulled you into a sweet kiss and you could taste yourself on his lips. "are you ready, my love?" he whispered after he pulled away from the kiss.

his hands were already on his belt, unbuckling it. if you wanted to, he would stop, he would...even if his cock ached in his pants.

"mhm...y-you can keep going..." you whispered and, when he finally took off his pants, your eyes widened. he was a little below average in length, but his girth compensated.

your cheeks flushed pink as you looked at the angry red tip, already laced in precum. "t-there's...no way this will fit, y-yoichi..."

"it will, trust me." he said, trying to reassure you as he started to rub his cock between your folds, making both himself and you moan.

slowly but surely, he coated his length with your slick. after a few more moments, he aligned his cock with your entrance. "i'll enter now, okay?" isagi said softly as he took your hand in his and you nodded nervously.

the second he pushed his tip in, you gasped loudly and isagi had to use all of his willpower to not thrust into you all the way. with every inch, blue eyes watched as your face twist into a painful expression, your hand squeezing his in a deathly grip.

with each inch he pushed in, slowly and carefully to not hurt you, your whines got louder since it felt like he was splitting you open. to shush you and comfort you, he pulled your lips into a kiss as his free hand massaged your breast while he bottomed out.

ragged breaths could be heard from both of you while he stilled inside you. even if it killed him inside, as he wanted nothing more than to demolish you right there, he waited patiently for the signal.

and it came soon, as your body relaxed under his and you gave him a nod. "b-be gentle, please.."

isagi groaned loudly at your words and he started thrusting slowly and gently in you. however, as soon as your moans picked up in intensity, the beast inside isagi yoichi unleashed.

he started thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow, hard and fast, making your eyes roll back as you basically screamed his name.

" 'ichi, y-yoi....yoichi! s-slow down!" you cried out, but isagi couldn't. he could only groan and moan and pound into you, fucking your brains out.

quite literally, since you soon went dumb on his cock, just like he dreamed of. your eyes were closed as tears of pleasure streamed down your cheeks.

"look at you, such a pretty slut..taking my cock so-mgh- well. so fucking good for me." he spoke lowly besides your ear. "c'mon, make a mess on my cock, won't ya?" he groaned as he could feel you clenching around him.

in response, you could only babble out about how good it feels, about how you wanted more and more. almost in an instant, you creamed around his cock and your walls gripped him tightly, suffocating his length.

isagi couldn't hold it anymore and, with a loud moan, he spilled his cum inside you, painting your walls white, filling you to the brim. your eyes rolled back and your mouth was left agape.

his body fell on top of yours and he breathed heavily, hugging you tightly as he whispered in your ear.

"i could fuck you like this every single day."

and who were you to refuse?

[hanyjar]

rain sucks. (i'll make you love it.)

isagi yoichi x reader

summary: your story with isagi yoichi, told through five moments, a bus stop, and rain.

notes: [6.25k words.] idk if isagi lovers still exist, but in the wise words of taylor swift: this is me trying ;)

disclaimers: cursing, reader hates the rain and likes to talk, break up with an ex (not isagi) in part one, loneliness in 'one' and four', self doubt in 'five' but isagi is quick to comfort, fluff -> angst -> fluff, rain kisses, romantic gestures, strangers -> friends -> lovers.

edit: isagi likes rain here (as opposed to the info given in the light novel T_T so very sorry ahh)

masterlist.

ONE.

It has been a bad day.

No. That’s putting it too lightly. Today, June 20th, is the very epitome of shit.

The heated argument you had with your now ex-partner continues to linger in your mind. “I think we’ve been wasting our time” plays on loop like a broken record, and you wonder if you look as lifeless as you feel.

It’s quite a silly thing: how a single person can make you feel as if the whole world is ending. It’s even sillier how you devoted all this effort into a relationship that is nothing but a waste of time to them.

Waste of time.

Even after they crushed your already tattered heart and left it for dead, you can’t help but think how much easier it would be if you feel that way about them too.

Love is a stupid, stupid thing.

You appreciate mother nature for taking pity on you, at least. Rain in the midst of summer has never been your favourite thing - the air always being a little too hard to breathe and the dreary sky a tell-tale sign that the bus is going to be late that day. But today, you feel okay towards rain. The tears from the heavens above do well to cover up your own; the droplets become friends, accompanying you in your forlorn state. For once, you don’t complain about the broken roof at the bus stop letting rain in. For once, you find comfort in the very thing you hate.

And you cry a little bit inside, knowing that your ex has managed to break that part of you as well. 

“...Bad day?” A voice breaks you free from your stupor.

You turn to your left, and you feel your breath being taken away. 

There, a stranger stands. From first glance, the boy is nothing but ordinary. His navy - almost black - hair did little to set him apart from the rest of the crowd, and he dons the same Ichinan uniform that you (and the multitude of students in the area) wear. But there is something within his cerulean eyes. A fervour of sorts, one that is begging to be unleashed for the whole world to see. To the untrained eye, he is the very essence of average; to a trained eye, the stranger is utterly beautiful.

…Or, that’s what you would say, if he didn’t look like a wet cat. Not the ones featured in those animal shampoo commercials, but one of the sad, pathetically cute, on the verge of tears, literally sopping wet ones. Your breath is taken away, simply because the boy is a mess.

You can’t help but think that this stranger has had a shit day, too.

“Like you have no idea.” You say, voice drenched in exasperation. “Though… You look like you’ve been through a nightmare yourself.”

“A nightmare is an understatement,” he cradles his left temple with his palm. You laugh at his antics.

“Try me, then. Nothing can be worse than getting dumped, right?”

The smile on his face immediately falls, and you can’t help but feel a little bad for dropping a bomb like that to a stranger. “My god.” He exhales, “I am so sorry.” His crestfallen expression makes you feel as if he truly means those words.

“Don’t be. You didn’t know.” Your eyes look down to the soiled concrete. “I’ll be fine, time will pass, after all.” (You say that more to yourself than him, if anything.)

The bus stop is silent for a while, and you feel as if you’ve ruined everything - for the second time today. It’s almost as if the bus stop boy knows, and is eager to change that.

“Well. My name is Isagi Yoichi,” he begins. “And my soccer coach told me that I am mediocre at best; that I don’t have what it takes to do what I love professionally.”

You look into his eyes once more, and the fervour that was once there is now shrouded in a sense of agony you know all too well. The same agony that is, without a doubt, present in your eyes too. Words fail you. And for the years you have shrugged as the therapist friend, you find yourself at a genuine loss.

“...I guess we’re in the same boat then.” You muster out, lamely. “But are you seriously going to let some old geezer tell you what to do with your life? I mean, he’s literally the coach of a no-name highschool team.” Your hands make their way onto Isagi’s, clasping his in-between yours. “Your coach has no right to tell you that when he’s failed at that dream already. Don’t let your coach dictate your worth; don’t let him stop you from shining. Ever.”  

He stares at your hands for a second, eyes widened and mouth agape. You are quick to detach yourself from him. “Forgive me,” a sheepish smile grows on your face.” “I speak too much sometimes.”

“No need,” Isagi’s hand moves to rest on the nape of his neck. “Thank you. I needed to hear that today, I think.”

Isagi smiles boyishly. It suits him.

“It’s no problem.” You fiddle with the straps of your backpack, suddenly feeling bashful at his gratitude. “Adults like that? They think they rule the world, but in reality—”

The squeaking of tires interrupts you, and the bus arrives exactly eleven minutes late.

“That’s my cue,” you say, and for a second, you could swear that Isagi seems disappointed. You make your way towards the bus, head turning towards his way before you get on board. “Thanks for the chat, stranger. I’ll see you around.”

You make your way through the barren bus, the driver eyeing you up-and-down for your soaked figure. And just like that, uncertainty and dejection return in waves. Talking to Isagi was a good distraction and all, but you can’t forget that your partner of two years just fucking broke up with you. You are alone now.

You want nothing more than to sleep it all off. This feeling of loneliness is a type that you would not wish on anyone - even your worst enemy. (Well, maybe someone. Your ex, being the said someone. But you like to think that is just the anger talking.)

“Hey!” Isagi’s voice echoes out. Like a ray of sunlight breaking through the grey skies of your mind, it is his turn to make your eyes widen; his voice bypassing the sheet of glass separating you two and reaching the storm that surrounds your heart. “Don’t let that past relationship stop you from shining too, okay?”

…Perhaps, you aren’t so alone after all.

The bus sets off, and Isagi sees you smile at him through the rain-stricken window. The boy hopes that his sentiments have reached you; he hopes that you’ll follow the same advice that you’ve given him. 

But above all else, he hopes that he will see you again.

TWO.

“I hate this bus stop and its stupid roof.”

Isagi stops typing away on his phone. “You say that like, all the time nowadays.”

You’ve definitely sucked the life out of that phrase recently, but you take it as a good sign. An indication that you’ve healed.

The relationship that you once held dear is nothing but a mere memory of the past. The countless sleepless nights and time spent wallowing in your own self-doubt have all but ceased to exist. You realised that it simply was not worth your while to cry about a lost love, and to instead surround yourself with the love that remains from those around you. If anything, you are grateful for it: you have grown from that experience tremendously. By no means would you ever consider it to be a waste of time. And in the process?

You garnered a friend. A confidant. That break up led to the beginning of something magical. It led to a friendship with Isagi Yoichi, or, who you like to call, your bus-stop boy. 

After the fateful day, you started to notice his presence around more. At first it was in the halls of Ichinan, a mere wave shared between you two here and there. Then the new school year began, and Isagi was shuffled into your homeroom. You began seeing him from once in a while, to literally everyday.

His presence began to bleed more and more into yours, and your lives ended up intertwining together until there was nothing you could do to untangle them. Eventually? Isagi was your deskmate. He was cooking lunch for you, you two eating his homemade lunches together in comfortable silence. You began waiting for his soccer practice to finish, and Isagi would wait by your side at the station until the bus came. A rhythm that you two fell into, almost as easy as breathing.

In your chapter of new beginnings, there is no Isagi Yoichi without you, and there is no you without Isagi Yoichi. An inseparable duo, you two are dubbed as. 

You like to think you know a lot about him now. Maybe even go as far as to say you know everything about him, as he knows everything about you.

“It lets the rain in, Isagi.” You whine. “And besides, why is it even raining in Spring? Tsuyu* season isn’t for like, another month or two. There’s no way anyone could like this weather. No way.”

“I don’t know… I don’t mind it every now and then,” he says. “I like rain. I think it’s nice.”

Pause.

Well, maybe you don’t know everything about him.

“What? Since when?” You put your hand on your heart, gasping in mock-offence. “I didn’t know that I’m friends with a traitor.”

He rolls his eyes at you. The audacity. “A traitor, really? Just because I like a bit of rain here and there?”

“It goes deeper than that, Isagi!” You say. (It really doesn’t. You just want an excuse to complain a little, and a sassy Isagi Yoichi is always a fun sight.) “What’s there to like anyways? I don’t get it.”

“I can try to explain it for you, if you’d like.”

“Please do.”

“Have you ever seen what it looks like after it has rained?” He asks. You shake your head in response. You’ve never been the type to stick around long enough to see the sky stop crying. “You should. It’s wonderful, y’know: the glow it leaves afterwards. The streets look like they’ve been reborn - you can literally see the dirt on the concrete being washed away and given another life. If you’re lucky? A rainbow might come and say hi.” Isagi smiles at the little comment he makes.” That sight alone is worth getting your books wet and missing the bus every now and then. And it is just one of many reasons I have, honestly.”

You find yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. It’s cute, when he’s like this. You’re glad that he’s comfortable enough around you to show this side of himself. “I like it when you infodump, Isagi.”

“Did my infodump manage to change your mind?” A tinge of hope emerges in his voice and eyes. You shake your head. The hope is gone just as fast as it came. “Well, maybe the main reason will.”

He gives you a mysterious smile, and proceeds to say nothing.

“Aren’t you going to finish that sentence?”

“Nope, I don’t think I will.” Isagi says. You shoot him an incredulous look. “I’ll tell you… If you don’t fail your social studies paper.”

“Wha— Hey! Now that’s just being mean!”

He laughs. “So then… Why do you hate rain so much, anyways?”

“Changing the subject, really?” You say.

 He merely shrugs in response, giving you a teasing grin. “Just roll with it. I promise I’ll tell you,” he pauses. “One day.”

You kick his foot in response, making an impromptu game of footsies ensue.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Isagi lifts his hands up to the side of his head, surrendering in a fit of boyish laughter. “No but really, I’m curious. Why do you hate it so much?”

“I don’t really know. It’s just—“ You stick your leg out precariously, as if the rain is going to melt your foot. “I hate the rain. I always have, and probably always will.”

A lull of silence passes by - not dissimilar to the one that happened on your first meeting with him. It’s different this time, though, as it is not a silence that is born out of two strangers not quite knowing what to say. It went deeper than that, more intimate, more comforting. Isagi puts a hand on your shoulder, turning you around to face him. “Well,” he begins. “One day, I hope I can show you how beautiful rain can be.”

Isagi smiles - a pretty, pretty thing.

There, amongst the dreary skies and wet cherry blossom leaves, is sunlight.  Sunlight, in the form of him. Him, the Ichinan forward. Isagi, a boy who has nestled his way into your life almost too easily.

Yoichi, who leaves your heart hammering a bit too fast for comfort.

“Come on, you’re going to miss your bus.” Isagi’s hand finds its way to yours, locking into place like they were made for eachother. “It’s darker than usual. I’ll walk you home today, okay?”

He drags you towards your usual window seat, tapping the two matching keycards you share while entering. Isagi whispers a quick goodnight as he sits on the seat next to yours.

A smile makes its way towards your lips. Warmth filling up your entire body, entire soul. 

You adore his sleeping face; you adore him.

Wait. Adore? Uh oh, you think. I might be falling in love.

*Tsuyu: The rainy period in Japan, generally spanning from May to July. The direct translation is ‘plum rain’, because it coincides with the season that plums ripen in Japan.

THREE.

Isagi is the first one to break the silence.

It’s weird, how he called you out to the bus stop out of the blue. Meeting together here in the past was always out of necessity: one born from a desire to go home and to have a chat with your best friend to end the day on a high note. Never, is the meeting at your sanctuary intentional, like it is now.

You couldn’t help but rush to get here. Not when he texted you like that: frantic and brimming with urgency.

“Sorry for making you come all this way, especially at this time of the night.” He says, carefully. As if he is tiptoeing around eggshells. Like you are strangers again. Isagi is never this careful around you, and hasn’t been for a while now. The change of pace perpetuates fear into the depths of your soul like no other.

“It’s fine.” You tentatively look up from your lap, preferring to look at the night sky instead of his face. I’d do anything for you, when you text me like that. “It’s just… Your message; the tone you’re speaking to me in right now. You’re seriously worrying me, Isagi.”

Isagi lets out a sigh, one quivering with nerves and worry. He places a hand onto your clenched ones, rubbing comforting circles onto the dorsal side. That’s weird. You didn’t even realise you were shaking. “You know that letter from the Japan Football Association I got a few days ago? The one we were so excited about?” 

“The one I forced you to accept, right?”

“That’s the one.” He smiles fondly at the memory. The one of the two of you in his room, him being at an absolute mental blank, while you - the ever-so lovely you - was crying tears of joy - a stark contrast to the tears you shed earlier that day, watching him lose the qualifiers. You egged him to accept it, because ‘nothing would make you happier than to see him pursue his dreams’, you said. Words that sent an elation of joy to flood across his body, for he didn’t think that he could love you more. “…Well, I went to that address they gave us today. And that letter didn’t exactly tell the whole story. Of what it is, what their goal is.” Isagi continues; you feel a lump beginning to form at the back of your throat. “Yes, it’s a player improvement project. But I have to stay at this camp, I think. I don’t know how long I’ll be staying there, and I can’t contact anyone that’s not a part of it either. All I know is that it starts tomorrow. Officially.”

“What…” You muster out, at a complete loss for words.

“It’s called Blue Lock, and I’m going for it.” He places his unoccupied hand onto his chest, eyes igniting with a kindred spirit like no other. “I think this is my best shot at becoming the best. To play beyond a national level, and make you proud. But…” He pauses, pinching your chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing you to look him in the eyes for the first time in this conversation. “I won't go if you don’t want me to. I won’t, and will never do anything that you don’t like. So just say the word, and I’ll stay. Right here, right by your side.”

It hurts so damn bad. All of this, how it is so out of the blue, how there’s a possibility you may never see the boy, who has been such a pivotal aspect of your life for the last year or so, ever again. You want to be supportive - heck, you’d go to war just to see Isagi shine. But it hurts. You love him, for goodness sake. Every bone in your body wants him to stay, to not break the sacred normalcy that you have shared with the man that makes you smile brighter than anyone else can.

But the skies are clear. And the right answer, the solution to all of this, is even clearer.

“You’d have to be stupid to not go.” You say, voice unwavering with confidence. However, your eyes are anything but. “You have to go, Isagi. I don’t want to destroy your dreams like that and ruin the potential you have. I could never live with myself if I made you stay.”

Isagi kisses you on the forehead, once. “Thank you,” Twice. “Thank you, so much.” He leans his forehead against yours, and his teary ones meet your equally watery ones. “I’m going to miss you more than anything. I promise, I’m going to become number one. Just for you.”

“You better.” You chuckle, choking on a sob. “Shine brighter than anyone else, Isagi. I’ll be watching you every step of the way.”

He nods in response, and you stay like that for a while. For minutes, hours, even. Foreheads kissing each other, and staring into his cerulean eyes like it’s the last time you’ll ever see them.

“I never told you the reason, didn’t I?” Isagi breathes out.

“What?”

“The reason why I love rain as much as I do.” He says. You let out a careful no, wondering if he did tell you, and you just weren’t listening.

“It’s because,” Isagi begins, reaching for your right hand and opening it, palm facing up. “It was raining when I met you.” You feel him reach for his back pocket, and Isagi pulls out a pristine white envelope, placing it into your hand. It is sealed with red wax and decorated with golden swirls. Beautiful. Like it came right out of a fairytale. “…And you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Your body quivers, and you feel the tears threatening to return again. “You’re so corny,” you say, half-flustered and half-shy. “And I still hate the rain.” You reach a hand up to his cheek, looking at his lips in a way that just friends don’t. “But Isagi, you. You are the best thing that’s happened to me too.”

He looks at your lips too, and you anticipate for something more - to go beyond what you two have built so beautifully. To go beyond friends, and transform into lovers.

Isagi pulls you in for a tight hug instead. You reciprocate. Those thoughts disappear as fast as they came. 

“So..” You clench the letter tight within your hands, and you cringe at the feeling of droplets meeting your shoulder. (Truth is, you didn’t know if you were cringing at the fact you wished he had kissed you, or if it is the impending sky-fall. You choose to believe the latter.) “Do I open it now?”

He pulls away from the hug first, and smiles, embarrassment painting his features. “I’d prefer it if you read it later.”

The droplets fasten, quicker and quicker, and Isagi pulls you closer to him, putting you out of the rain’s way. “Oh come on! It has to rain now, out of all times?” You heave a great sigh, burying your head into the nape of his neck.

“It gives us an excuse to stay here for a little while longer, doesn’t it?” He gives you puppy dog eyes. 

“As much as I’d love to stay with you all night, it’s getting late,” you say, laughing inwardly. “I don’t want to worry your parents. Actually— have you even told your parents about Blue Lock yet?”

He shakes his head. “No, I wanted you to be the first one to know.”

How sweet. “Then you should hurry home,” you whisper. “I shouldn’t hold you up.”

“You sure?” Isagi holds your hands tighter than before. I don’t want to leave you yet, his eyes scream.

“I’m sure.” You squeeze his hands in response. I don’t want to let you go either, your eyes say.

Isagi leans in once more, bumping your noses together, eyes meeting in a silent agreement. But we have to. And we’ll be okay.

“Promise that you won’t forget me?”

“I could never.”

And so he goes. But you stay. You remain seated, sheltered beneath the shoddy bus-stop. A sense of déjà vu passes, it’s just like all those times before. But it’s almost painful this time. Your bus-stop boy is walking away from you, instead of seeking shelter alongside you. You laugh at yourself, bitterly. You don’t know if you’ll ever move on from him, or if you even want to. Not when your forever-person has pried his way into your heart like this, not when Isagi feels like home.

You pry the wax seal off the letter, unfolding the paper that is encased inside in a hurry, a tinge of excitement coursing through your veins.

‘I still haven’t shown you the beauty of rain.  Will you wait for me? Love, Isagi.’

A laugh escapes your lips. Of course you would. You’d wait forever, and forevermore for him. He didn't even have to ask. It’s something that you would’ve done as one would breathe air. And in a way, you realise that there’s a certain calamity to your circumstance. 

You love him so much that you’d willingly let Isagi tear down everything you’ve ever known. Whether it may be something silly like your animosity towards rain, or the idea of letting someone love you again. You’d let him do it all.

And that is terrifying. But exquisitely so.

A barrage of steps sounds itself out in the quiet of the night, a figure making its way to you - closer, closer, and closer. Oh god, someones not trying to kill me, are they?

Then you see a familiar sight. A boy with his hair in disarray, black outerwear soaking wet, looking just like the wet cat from your first meeting but this time more mature and more determined, and suddenly he’s pulling you into the rain with him, grasping onto your shoulders, locking his eyes onto yours and oh. He’s kissing you on the lips now. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I couldn’t leave without kissing you first. I think I’d go crazy if I didn't.”

“I think I’d go crazy too,” you chuckle, resting your head against his chest. “And yeah. Of course I’ll wait for you, dummy.”

“You opened it already?”

“I can’t wait to see how you’ll make me love rain.”

…You should’ve known he would’ve given you that kiss first.

Isagi is not the type to leave you disappointed for too long, after all.

FOUR.

The days seem to blur together in Isagi’s absence. 

The last year or so was, for a lack of a better word, lonely. Filled with rumours that you drove your best friend mad and he ran away, or that you murdered Isagi and the police have yet to discover his body, you felt as if the only people in your life for the last few months were your family and Isagi’s parents.

The sudden isolation is getting to you. And you know it. It shows in the dreariness of your demeanour; bears its teeth in the darkening eye bags that have crept their way onto your face. You’re not certain that he will be able to recall your face anymore. Heck, you can’t recognise yourself anymore either. Gosh, who would’ve thought that being Isagi-less for a little while would do this to you?

But today brings something new to the table: hope. Confirmation that all of this waiting has been worth it after all. You’ll get to see him in an hour or two come morning, and it will be enough.

 Or, at least, that's the timeframe you predicted last night. 

“There have been reports of mass delays in the Saitama Public Transport Network due to heavy storms and rainfall. Civilians can expect their regularly scheduled buses and trains to be postponed for up to two hours or more—“

You throw a pancake at your TV and scream.

The what-would-be one hour trip to Tokyo is now possibly three, and since your butter fingers slipped and set the wrong alarm last night, you are already running late. 

You just hope that Isagi’s parents are still waiting for you outside.

Ding!

You reach into your pocket for your phone, and a message from Isagi’s mother illuminates the screen.

‘Sorry, Honey. We left already. Issei is worried that the traffic is going to hold us up from getting to Tokyo in time.’

Great. Just great.

It seems as if the universe is practically begging for you to not see Isagi today. But after not seeing him for months - not even a hi, hello, or a single sign that your Isagi is safe and sound - you only have one thing on your mind. 

Screw the universe. I need to see him. Screw it all.

You chuck on a pair of navy converses, making your way towards the bus stop that started it all. The streets are busier nowadays. With various roadworks and several shops getting renovations left and right. However, the one location that you know like the back of your hand remains abandoned, frozen in time, almost. Still on its last leg, with a leaky roof and ivy adorning the wooden frame.

The seats have grown moss on them from the increase in rainfall nowadays. And so you choose to stand instead - quietly observing the pouring downfall, thoughts running amok.

It’s almost scary, how time has simultaneously been impetuous and sluggish lately. And you know it ties back to Isagi. It always does. You haven’t seen the boy in ages, actually. And that, in itself, is an understatement. It isn’t in the 'two weeks off school’, or the ‘we haven’t talked since summer break’ way, but in an ‘I’m honestly forgetting your face since it is now a new spring without you’ way. 

…You don’t think you’ll have the heart to ever tell him that.

There is one thing that scares you more, though. And that's in the way that you’re forgetting how Isagi looks when he wears his smile. Does his lips curve upwards or downwards? Do his eyes turn into half-moons when he’s happy or does he bear his cerulean eyes for everyone to see? All of these are questions that invade your mind during sleepless midnights. Questions, that you never thought you would ask at all.

You can only hope that his smile is better than you can imagine. That he glows radiantly like he does in the fragments that appear in your memory every once in a while. Will happiness look good on him? Will it feel like a shame that you’ve been missing out on it all this time?

Maybe that’s the real reason why you’re worried that Isagi won't remember you: because you can hardly recall his face yourself. As in, truly, know what he looks like. You know Isagi from the blurry photos on your phone taken at 3AM sleepovers, and the display frames lined around his family’s home. The big picture itself is easy to see. The little things - the quirks of his that made you fall - have been much harder to recall.

But you do remember a few things. Arguably, the most important ones.

Your love for him; Isagi’s promise. The way he kissed you like he needed you to live; the way you cried for him amongst the skyfall.

The way Isagi taught you that it’s okay to love. 

And it’s okay to be loved back.

For now, that is enough.

Droplets continue to batter against your woollen jumper, the rain drenching your entire being. It soaks your hair, makes the knuckles on your clenched fists a light violet, disguises the tears falling down from your face. The rain is ever so violent, leaving a mess of you in its wake. For the second time in your life, you let the rain do as it pleases. You let it destroy the outfit you meticulously planned, wreak havoc on the converses Isagi gave to you on your birthday. All in hopes that it will eventually cleanse your soul. Cleanse the pain, the happiness. Wipe the slate clean, as the rain does with the pavement, until you are reborn from the ashes and live a life where you aren’t so, irrecoverably in love with your best friend.

But you know, deep down, it will never save you from your calamitous love. That even if you are reborn, one word will remain in your heart. One, sacred word that you keep like an oath. 

Promise.

You wonder if Isagi remembers his promise in the same way that you do. 

It’s the only reason why you are going to the game today, after all.

Your hands loosen from the fist you’ve been keeping this whole time, deep crescent moons adorning the insides of your palm. A slip of paper flurries out from your hand - swishing with the wind in a way that a feather would. It dances around, until it lands in the puddle that has formed beneath your feet.

Shit. The ticket.

You bend down and clutch a now-soaked sheet of paper in your palm, tiny inscriptions that adorned the sheet now bleeding together. The only thing now visibly readable being: ‘JAPAN’S U20 VS BLUE LOCK’.

Rain really, really sucks.

(You’ve never hated it more.)

The bus finally arrives amidst the downpour.

(Yet, for some reason, a small part of you is excited to see the rainbow that comes after the storm.)

FIVE. 

Isagi has always loved the rain.

Ever since he was a young boy, the rain has always had a certain allure that captivated him more than most. In his eyes, puddles held miniature worlds within them, with pebbles acting as land formations and stray twigs imitating people. Enchanting. Raindrops race each other down window panes, with him as an eager viewer. Simply spellbinding. However, nothing has ever beat the feeling of playing soccer amongst the rainfall. The feeling of watching the opponents around you struggle to run in the mud, as you calculate the best direction to head in; pieces of grass decorating your cleats in the aftermath like a badge of honour. Getting sick afterwards is a simple price to pay if it means transforming the pitch into a battlefield. Rain makes the game something to remember.

It’s the duality of rain that makes Isagi treasure the phenomenon dearly; rain can be simultaneously beautiful and destructive at the same time. Which, shockingly to him, is the very same fact that makes you despise it so much.

Your face appears within his mind. Isagi smiles.

Ah yes, you.

The person who despises rain more than anything else in the world. Who groans at the slightest hint of darkening clouds, and acts as if drizzle is akin to acid rain that will obliterate everyone in an instant.

Nowadays, media outlets constantly poke and prod into your relationship with one another as Isagi’s reputation grows - at a speed only fathomable in his wildest dreams - wondering how he can love you so much when the two of you are so different in every sense.

“…They just don’t understand,” he said to you on a day where it was all too much. “They’ll never understand how you’ve changed my life, is all.”

“Me? The person who nearly forgot you? Who doubted you and thought that you would’ve forgotten about them too?” You angrily clenched your head. “I don’t see how you’ve forgiven me so easily for that.”

“I told you already,” he began. “When I was gone I had the same thoughts as you. I forgot you for a bit, too. I doubted you, as well. I could never hold that against you, because I did the same, and– and… I regret it everyday; I know you regret it too.” Isagi inhaled sharply. “But at the end of the day, we both remembered the promise. And that’s enough.”

“…Right. I’m sorry, Yoichi.” Your eyes locked with his through the gaps between your fingers. “I love you so much, y’know that?”

“I know.” He grabbed your left hand, giving it a swift kiss. “I love you more, infinitely.”

Isagi cherishes you like he is a marauder and you are the finest jewel; he looks at you like you’re the only person who ever matters. And that’s true. Because to him, you are. With the countless sacrifices you’ve made for him; sticking by his side every step of the way; waiting and waiting for years; being the brunt of scrutiny from the media - heck - even your peers in high-school prior to his Blue Lock debut, Isagi is unsure if he will ever be able to repay you for all that you’ve done.

…But he does have an idea on where to begin.

Isagi averts his attention to the sights outside the bus window. He wonders why the rain is extra pretty today. The beauty of the raindrops seem otherworldly currently - a cascade of water flowing down overflowing gutters, iridescent hues lining the streets that he grew up on, children jumping into puddles with no care in the world. The rainy downpour from the heavens above seems unfaltering - even against the brilliance of Saitama’s lights. And amidst the hustle and bustle - adults finding their way into comforting warmth - there is you. Waiting in the rain for him underneath the bus stop, face twisted in discomfort, twirling the umbrella in your hand round and round.

It is no coincidence that the rain is so charming today.

No. 

It’s prettier, because of you.

Always, you.

His sweetheart of many years.

“Hey, stranger.” You greet him as Isagi steps outside of the vehicle he practically grew up on, ushering him underneath the umbrella you brought with you.

You, who he loves more and more everyday.

“Hey yourself.” His eyes twinkle with mirth as he takes the umbrella from your hands. “It’s been a long time since we were both here, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” Your face lightens up with the smile that he loves so much. “To think the last time we were here together was when…”

He looks into your eyes, face erupting with a mix of his boyish smile and laughter. “...When I kissed you. Yeah. I don’t think I could ever forget that night.”

The look on your face tells Isagi that neither could you. 

“Even though we’ve had countless other kisses since then, that one is still my favourite, y’know?” Your hands move up to cup his face within your palms. “Yoichi, you don’t do romantic things like that anymore.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.” You stick your tongue out at him.

Isagi lets go of the source of shelter you are sharing, and lets it drift away with the wind. “Hey! We’re gonna get soaked!” You turn your back towards him, hands desperately trying to catch the stray umbrella that seems to be more than happy to escape. “C’mon Yoichi! What was that for?” 

“Turn around for me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.” He says, a smile evident in his words.

Isagi sees you gasp, the sight of him knocking the wind from your chest. 

There he is, kneeling with his right knee down to the floor - pants getting soaked from the wet concrete below. And in his outstretched hands, lays a small, black velvet box, a diamond ring embedded within its centre.

“Will you marry me?” Isagi asks, starry-eyed. Voice soft and vulnerable.

One day came, and now you know Isagi is right.

Rain can be beautiful.

EXTRA.

“Hey, Isagi. What’s the date today?”

“June 20th. Why?”

“No reason,” a small grin makes its way to your face. “Just curious.”

[itadorey]

[9:27 pm]

pairing: isagi yoichi x gn!reader, post u-20 match

isagi yoichi is an idiot, that is the conclusion the rest of the blue lock boys have come to.

it's frustrating to watch you flirt with the striker, only to have him unintentionally turn you down when all your advances fly straight over his head. all of your attempts so far have resulted in you joining the blue lock boys on their day out and chigiri is beginning to think you have the patience of an angel every time isagi unknowingly rejects you.

"maybe we can go get ice cream and then do some karaoke," the boys hear you say. you have a soft smile on your face, hand resting lightly on isagi's arm as you await his response. chigiri can't help but giggle softly as isagi goes bright red at the contact, stumbling over his words until he can finally spit something out.

"y-yeah! that sounds fun!" isagi exclaims, sounding slightly out of breath. "let me just let the guys know so we can choose a place."

by this point, both chigiri and bachira await your response, mentally facepalming at just how badly isagi is misreading the situation. they're both surprised when you chuckle, a smile on your face as you look at isagi fondly. "sure, that sounds good. let me know what they decide on!"

karaoke turns out to be a bust, and you end up walking alongside isagi as the blue lock and u-20 players make their way towards a bowling alley. you stop at the entrance, isagi stopping along with you when he notices. "well, this is where we split ways, isagi."

there's a short silence as isagi processes your words and chigiri and bachira smile when he finally springs into action, reaching for your hand and looking at you pleadingly. "what?! but we just got here. you can't leave yet!"

isagi's puppy dog eyes are almost enough to make you stay, but you merely sigh and run your free hand through your hair before replying. "sorry isagi. my mom needs my help with something and to be honest with you, i don't know how to bowl."

your voice drops to a whisper as you confess your lack of skills, and isagi finds himself glancing at your lips as you continue. "maybe we can reschedule this for some other time? how does that sound? you can teach me how to bowl!"

chigiri and bachira nudge each other excitedly when isagi's eyes light up, his excitement returning as he meets your gaze and nods. "yeah! that sounds great. we can get everyone together again and--"

"actually," you cut in, catching all three boys off guard with your sudden interruption. "i was sort of hoping it could just be us two."

"j-just us?" isagi asks, suddenly aware of the fact that he's still holding onto your hand. "like a date?"

"yeah, a date," you repeat, a pretty smile on your face as you step closer to him. "let me know when you're free, okay?"

you're gone almost immediately, the kiss on the cheek you had given isagi almost going unnoticed had it not been for the way he turned bright red. it's only a minute after you've left that isagi runs a hand down his face, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he turns around to face chigiri and bachira. "they've been trying to ask me out this entire time, haven't they?"

the two friends look at each other, rolling their eyes before turning back to face isagi.

"yeah, you moron."

"it's about time you noticed, you idiot."

wc: 591 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

rbs are appreciated <3

[anianurst]

Then to Now

Summary: The progression of Yoichi and your relationship told through your line of sight

A/n: i was on tiktok when i thought of this little piece :) i'd like to write some more bllk things in the future! more specifically i'd like to write a bllk smau so if you know anything about that hmu!! i have this story in mind but I'm not sure on how to actually create the fake media ss

Warning(s): none

then

Yoichi knows that he isn't the best-looking guy. He's average at best. Average in terms of grades, looks, and social standing. He knows that there are guys out there that draw more attention to themselves naturally.

But then again, he's just in high school, a small part of life. He knows that these school years go by quick and that people who peak now always end up misreable later on in life. He knows that he's not one of those people.

But as he watches you laugh with some of your friends, glowing from the sunshine behind you, he wishes that he were one of those people who naturally drew attention to themselves. He wishes he were taller, more built, more everything!

He knows that someone like you doesn't even glance at him twice when you enter a room. No, people look at you first, and you probably (if even at all) look at him last.

And he's right. Yoichi isn't someone who naturally draws your attention, someone who doesn't really register in your mind. You know of him, but you don't know him. You know that he sits behind you in class, that he's on the soccer team, that he gets semi-ok grades, and that's about it.

Every time the two of you are in a room, you're the first person who Yoichi looks for whereas your gaze always ends up on him last.

now

Where is he? you think to yourself. Minutes seem to drag on as you stand by yourself near the refreshment table. People talk and mingle all around you, but you don't really care for them. Not when your fiance is somewhere around here.

"Stupid me," you grumble, swishing your drink around. You ended up coming to this charity event earlier than Yoichi (which you're now regretting not waiting for Yoichi) and were quick to strike up some conversation with Reo and Seishiro. It wasn't long before the duo were swiped away by some donors, leaving you all on your own.

And now, you're here, waiting for your fiancé to arrive and wrap his arm around the small of your back before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. A defeated sigh escapes from your lips as your shoulders drop and a pout makes its way to your face.

Your pity party doesn't last long before the doors to the hall are kicked open, and there's a bustle among the crowd. There's excitement, and you swear that your heart beats faster as you catch a glimpse of dark black hair.

Dark black hair that you love running your fingers through. Hair that always tickles your neck as Yoichi snuggles further into your body at night. Hair that has started smelling just like yours since Yoichi's always using your shampoo, saying that he loves to smell just like you.

Before you know it, your body's moving forward and towards your lover. Through the crowd, you catch glimpses of him and see him smile and greet other guests with Meguru by his side. His blue eyes are bright and shining, and the room starts to feel warmer like the sun itself has decided to come down from the sky and place itself in the banquet hall.

"Yo!" you try to say, but your voice is drowned out by all the excited guests as they awe at the great striker. You try to weave through the crowd and you grumble as you're seemingly pushed further away from your love.

It's not something new; you being pushed away from Yoichi because of the public. The more he seems to achieve, the more he seems to get further away, and more attention is thrown his way. All eyes turn to him the minute he steps into the room, and you, too, turn to look at him, your cheeks always turning a little rosier.

Letting out another sigh, you stop trying to get closer and simply stand and watch with a defeated smile as Yoichi signs things and shakes hands. Turning away, you figure that you'll give him time before trying to reunite with him later.

You only take four steps before you hear your name called out from behind you. Everything passes by like some romantic moment from all those shojo animes you watch as you turn and Yoichi steps toward you, his eyes warm and cheeks flushed red at how pretty you look.

"There you are! I was looking for you, but then I got swarmed by everyone," he grins boyishly, and your heartbeat beats widely in your ears as your eyes widen. Unconsciously, you hold your clutch a little closer to your chest before you're also smiling brightly at your fiance.

"I was looking for you too," you say before Yoichi's grin grows ten times bigger to the point that the ends of his eyes crinkle. He wraps an arm around the small of your back and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. You giggle as you catch a whiff of strawberry.

You're still the first person that Yoichi looks for when the two of you are in a room. Now, it's a little difficult to spot you because there's always a crowd of people separating the two of you, but that doesn't keep you away from him for long since he, too, is the first person that you look for when you step into a room.

[welovenightcord]

Hii I'm starting if you're ready YOU KNOW KAISER IS VERY GOOD BUT IT WOULD BE BETTER TO WRITE SOMETHING ROMANTIC ABOUT KAISER. I will be waiting 🤭

A/N: with that fucking scary Kira photo, it looks like a threat message. But anything for you my pook pook. 💕 I added some characters by the way 😍.

Characters: Kaiser Michael, Isagi Yoichi, Eita Otoya, Nagi seishiro

Warning: English isn't my first language. I'm sorry If there's any mistakes.

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You're simping for a character and it makes them jealous!

✧Kaiser fucking hates when you simp for a character. He deadpans at the sight and says “Huh? You love them? Babe, They are not real. And how can you love them when you have a king like me.”

✧Isagi knows that he shouldn't be feeling like this. But you pay more attention that character! He definetily hugs you from behind and nuzzles into your neck, “Why are you more interested them than me? You can't even cuddle with them and kiss them. But here I am, come here.” and kisses your cheek :(( WHY ISN'T HE REAL FUCK.

✧I think Eita is chill about it. But he sometimes reminds you that he is the one who is real and your lover, not the character. (Sorry I don't know too much about him!)

✧Nagi plays games too and he has favorite character aswell but he doesn't love them as much as you. And he feels a bit upset when he sees you simping for them :( He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your all face! “Pretty thing, why are you paying attention them while you have me? Just look at me.” NAGI KISS ME PLS. I'M ON MY KNEES FOR YOU.

[adoregojo]

✿part.2 ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

"yoichi, don't you think it's too cold to be training?" you shouted at your dear boyfriend who insisted on going on today's training, even when you told him it was literally freezing outside he bought no mind to it.

nobody even came to training on a cold winter day, no one was that crazy. well certainly your boyfriend was and his passion with soccer. yet it was a habit to come to his training everyday and not even the coldest days would stop you from watching him.

he turned to you, pressing his lips not to laugh at your poor figure hugging yourself and shrivelling. he already told you that you didn't have to come but you insisted and here you are regretting your life decisions.

it warms his heart that you were willing to give it all just to watch him train, you always said you wanted to witness him grow more stronger. and to admit that he adored every time he was training to turn around and meet your gaze that was towards him and him only made him dumbfounded that a ball smacked his poor face one time, maybe two..

he walked up to you with his usual lovestruck look and smile, to him you were a snow angel that he was honoured to greet. "totally forgot about you." he said jokingly, almost burst out laughing when you gave him a pout, you just looked cute to him like that.

"not funny yoichi, you must perish for the consequences of leaving your poor girlfriend to freeze to death." before isagi could fully understand what you just said, you gently smacked your freezing hands on his face, giving him a taste of death.

he let out a surprise squeal, shifting his body away from your death fate arms while holding his cheek with his palm. he was about to pay you back just to be hit with a awestruck at your laughing form, apologising between each breath, you were definitely not sorry especially when it got you like that.

he found himself smiling uncontrollably and heart raising, your laughter contagious right back at him to be letting a few chuckles. you wiped your tears and finally let all that energy out, just to be met with isagi taking your hand in his warm one, "your hand are really cold." he commented, staring affectionately at your palm. he now took both your hand in his, swiping his thumb right in the heart of your hand, he pulled them close to his mouth and blow them a few warm breaths before pressing it against his lips.

you couldn't help but feel weak in your knees when he kept kissing everywhere into your palm , longing to give you the warmth you were missing earlier. you felt your face flustering when he gave you a long final kiss before finally parting his lips away.

you could sower it that you almost lost your soul at isaigi's sudden action, but he on the other hand was absolute smitten with a satisfying smile spreading on his face like he just had the world there.

"you looking real fluster right now."

"shut up.."

damn him and his turning the table around terms, because he was good at it.

" 'm still cold, hug?" you spread your arms wide open for him, and he didn't waste time to hold you. you buried your face into his embrace right away, you felt so fuzzy and soft on the inside. maybe having a football obsessed boyfriend that is a walking heater isn't so bad.

he snuggled himself right between your neck and shoulder, his hands on your clothed back touching everywhere he can reach, yearning for your love and affection. you felt so good against him, having someone between your arms was a good feeling but having you is a heavenly blessing he somehow managed to get.

"i think i love you.."

"yo, you told me that yesterday."

"i know, i just feel like i love you more deeply everyday."

"so is this some kind of update?"

"kinda." he scoffed.

you both chuckled at your words. letting a comfy silence falling abound you, there was no words needed. just the two of you in each other's arms wishing to last like this forever. well that's possible since isagi was definitely not letting go until he makes sure you're warm enough.

or maybe if he had enough self control to not press his lips on your neck, you startled back and held back the urge to smack him thins time not very gently.

"you're lips are cold, yo!"

"sorry, couldn't help it.."

oh, he definitely wasn't sorry.

isagi didn't change much after blue lock, at least to you.

the thing you were sure he changed about was definitely his view of soccer, you never saw him intense in any of his games like this one. you kinda came late but managed to made it before the second half.

seeing him after all these months that felt like endless to you was absolute torture, you just wanted to jump out of your seat between these mad audience to his arms.

you cheered his name when he was standing in the middle of the field, he seemed to recognize your voice right and straight up locked your eyes with his. a huge smile spread across his cheeks weaving a little back at you.

"damn, that's yer girlfriend?" a sound interrupted the moment, he looked to his right and saw the crow head eyeing you then isagi with an unbelievable look.

"woah, she's a cutie." the ninja head popped out of nowhere on his left, but unlike his karasu he was shamelessly staring at you.

"fuck off you too!" isagi pushed both his teammates away sending them a good message that their comments were unwelcome.

"if you two broke up, can i have her?" while otoya asked unbothered by isagi's warning glares, your dear boyfriend had to hold himself back with every power he got to not pull the ninja's eyes who was kept on you out.

"count me in too." the lean boy add with a grin, of didn't he love getting under his skin didn't he.

"not even in your dreams."

that's probably the reason you two had to met after he was finished with his friends, lord knows if he could hold himself himself if they even glanced at you.

"you got more musclelr." you blunted as gluing yourself more to his arm.

"uh, you noticed?" this was definitely not what he expected to hear after not seeing you for 6 months.

you kept snuggling yourself on his clothed muscles, his face was flushed red yet didn't do anything to push, he was more busy admiring how cute you looked while enjoying this. in the end he gets to feel you closer, a win is a win.

needless to say that he took you everywhere trying to make up for all those lost 6 months without each other's. well first you two went shopping, then passed a cafe and got yourself your favourite drink while isagi ordered a hot latte with medium milk and sugar. you ended up switching drinks when you halfway through it, something you two always attempted to do on dates. after leaving the mall you two went for karaoke with three rounds of singing with each other's, mostly laughing because you couldn't take it seriously. then the moment you have been waiting for mostly is dinner, your stomach was literally screaming with hunger to be fed. you ordered a curry and on isagi's side he got himself a chicken karaage with salad. the best part was embarrassing your boyfriend by holding a piece with your food between the chopsticks to his mouth.

"here it comes, open your mouth yoichi!"

"really?.."

but of course he had no choice but to let you suffocate him with like a good lover he is, even if it meant getting weird looks.

despite all that fun time and all, you couldn't hide anything from him that easily. he noticed how zoned out more than the usual one and you were kind of tense and nervous. like you wanted to say something bit held it back everytime. no, you couldn't be possibly anxious from him, right? like c'mon you were just hugging like damn bears so it couldn't be.

he definitely had to come to the worst conclusion, didn't he.

were you planning to break up with him?

his heart ash in hurt of just thinking about it. and it shattered him even more that he wouldn't even blame you if you did honestly, he have been gone for a long time with no messages no letters, nothing. you've always been out of his league and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, there's no possibility that someone didn't take the advantage of his absences and made a move on you, people were already doing that when he was right by your side, whats gonna stop them when he wasn't even there?

but you promised him, you told him right before he got into that project and all that'll be you waiting for him with your forehead against his.

no, no, no. he's probably misunderstood this, it could be anything but that. he wants to enjoy time with you, not to imagine you with someone else.

oh yeah, that's definitely got a little kick when he thinks about it. he needs to stop before he eats himself alive on those unbearable thoughts.

before you two left to the train station, isagi suggest to pass by the yoyogi park, it was night already yet and it was getting colder, yet you still agreed.

it was such a romantic place to be in that it made you feel honoured being here for the first time with your beloved and all, but isagi seemed to notice something, more like he was waiting for the right moment to mention it.

you locked your fingers with his.

oh. he's still the same isagi, he still treated you with all respect and love. he still gets flustered when you two kiss or hold hands. he still stutter in the middle of the conversation when his eyes meets yours. he still rambles about all his thoughts to you before even thinking. and he sure still doesn't know how to cook right, but he's still learning so you'll let that slide.

now both of you resting on a shared long chair, you took glances at your boyfriend while he spaced out on something. he looked so handsome with his face having a serious expression. it's not something you see a lot since he attended to always put a smile on his face with you.

"yoichi. can i tell you something?" you called your boyfriend, and it felt like you just got him down from the moon. he turned to you

"huh- yeah, sure. go ahead." he muttered awkwardly, trying to get those thoughts out of his mind and focus on you and only you instead.

"i actually wanted to tell something since the game, but i cowered." you rubbed your hands together, a bad habit of yours when you get nervous.

you avoided his gaze so he couldn't exactly see what your expression looked like or what your eyes had to say. he grew nervous with each passing second, this wasn't it right? no way you were gonna break up with him on one the most romantic place in shibuya- you two didn't have all that fun just for you to end it all here right?

no, you weren't that cruel. he fucking hated his own mind judging you instead of seeing the whole picture.

but he know he's gonna cry like a child when you leave him that's for sure.

"i wanted to give you this." you shoved a box right in front of his face, and he startled a bit.

"huh" he let out of confusion.

he still took the box from you hands. wait, crab. what if he opens this and it'll say 'let's break up' note, shi- he needed to stop this fucking overthink before it kills him.

he slowly opened it, and that definitely he didn't expect. "this is.."

"it's a necklace." you finished.

it was a necklace- it was a shade of heart too. he stars at it for a while admiring it sliver that was so clean he could see his own reflection. he opened the heart and it revealed him and you on each heart, it was the aquarium date picture where you both took the photos of each others. his favourite date and day of all time and probably the best day ever.

"i was actually thinking of getting rings but i figured it'll make you playing difficult and maybe you'll lose it somewhere and uh- don't want that to happen so i got that..is that okay?" you mumbled under your breath as isagi kept his dumbfounding gaze still on the necklace like he had the greatest blessing from the heaven fell into his hands.

"i got one for myself too-"

"i wanna marry you."

"wha"

yaaaayyy I finishing itt, damn that was alot of work in one day (+﹏+). still enjoyed it sooo muchh.

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[17020]

☆ THE SUITE.

It's Yoichi Isagi's birthday, and he attends his best friend's football match. 0.7k crack, fluff. happy birthday yoi !!! srry for the late post.

YOICHI ISAGI is uncomplicated when it comes to his birthdays.

He is content with a small sweet treat, as well as spending time with his loved ones. Nothing big, no birthday extravaganza. Yoichi Isagi is a simple guy.

So he got ecstatic when his best friend Meguru had sent him a ticket to one of his upcoming matches, which just so happened to land on his birthday.

It was the perfect plan: A flight to Barcelona. Barcha v. Paris X Gen, competing for the Champions League quarter finals. He was offered VIP seating, given that Meguru owned a suite, as well as a nice dinner at his best friend's apartment.

The flight was, for the most part, unpleasant. He tried his best to sleep all eighteen hours of the flight, but the crying baby behind him did not do Yoichi any favors. He arrived at his best friend's apartment (because of course, Meguru had given him a spare key, in case he ever were to surprise him with a visit), he grabbed the keys to the suite which Meguru had left for him at the countertop and quickly left for the stadium.

The stadium was packed. As expected, since F.C. Barcha and Paris X Gen were some of the biggest names in the European football leagues. His phone buzzed as soon as he was about to slide the key into the suite's lock. He pulled his phone out, only to see that it was a text from Meguru.

Bachira HAPPY BIRTHDAY lmk when youre insideee enjoy your gift and youure welcommeee ;)))))

Yoichi's lips curled into a smile, before the corners on his lips turned down in fear. His eyes were wide open as he unlocked the door, fearing for his life, because no surprise from Meguru Bachira was a good surprise.

This time he seemed to have been proven wrong as the door slid open, revealing Bastard Munchen's Social Media Manager (and his 'silly little work crush' that has lasted for more than a year), Yn Ln, sitting on the suite's couch. Along with Yn were a few tealight candles on the countertop, a nice floral arrangement with roses and tulips, as well as a cake and birthday candles.

"Isagi, I've been waiting for forever! Happy birthday!" you smiled, standing up and walking towards the boy. With open arms you pulled him in for a hug, slowly swaying both of your bodies side to side. His cheeks were dusted pink as you pulled away, running towards the countertop and picking up a gift bag, handing it to him, gesturing for him to open it. He rummaged through the tissue paper, only to find a light blue braided bracelet.

"I know light blue's your favorite color, and I saw it a few weeks back on a handicraft market when we had our match in Munich!"

Yoichi Isagi swore he was going to cry.

He smiled, and this time it was him who had his arms tightly wrapped around you. Blinded by excitement, he nuzzled his face into your neck, muttering many "thank you's."

"Can you put it on me?"

With your cheeks hot and tinted red, you took the bracelet from his hand, slowly pulling it open and sliding it in, adjusting it on his wrist so that it did not fall. Yoichi's eyes gleamed with joy, his gaze fixated on the bracelet. He felt like a little kid who got his dream gift. 'I'm never taking this off I swear I swear I swear I swear I—'

The sound of a whistle caught his attention. The match had begun. Taking your hand in his, Yoichi guided you towards the suite's balcony, sitting down to watch Meguru (as well as your other friends and acquaintances) go against each other. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, and in return you rested your head on his shoulder.

With a total of 48 minutes, the first half came to an end. Both you and Yoichi stepped back inside, discussing the first half and how it took you by surprise: Barcha and PXG were 1-1.

Yoichi's phone buzzed again.

Bachira I see things are going GREAT ill send u some food during halftime hahaha bone apple teeth don't get nasty in my suite

His brows furrowed from the confusion.

Isagi What do you mean 'you see'?

Yoichi Isagi was horrified.

Bachira yeah with my baby monitor 5" with 30 hour battery 2 cameras with pan-tilt-zoom 100 ft range video audio monitor no wifi night vision 2 way talk with lullabies dont make me use the 2 way talk man make your move

No surprise from Bachira is a good surprise after all.

[kaiser1ns]

𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝘆𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

╹synopsis :: he finally decided to confess his feelings to you — his best friend.

╹contents :: fem!reader, i tried to make it angst? heartbreak, one-sided, some things are better untold

╹notes :: i tried my best !! hope you like it!

Today is they day, it's marked on the calendar in his room next to the figures of football players. No taking backs, he got this. Isagi Yoichi have everything under control. He will finally confess to you after all those years spent together as best friends — words which started to leave a bitter taste in his mouth after he introduced you to his friends from Blue Lock.

You are his closest friend, someone he trusts and cares deeply for. But lately, for the past few months, his feelings for you had started to develop into something more, and he couldn't take the teasing remarks from Bachira and Chigiri either, saying how he is a coward wasting his chance.

Isagi glanced at the calendar in his room, then at his phone staring at the time, his heart pounding like it's going to explode at any given moment. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say countless times, but now, as he prepared to finally do it, and as the time drew near for your weekly hang out — he became more and more anxious.

As he made his way to meet you, he couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. What if you didn't feel the same way? What if this ruins your friendship?

But he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to finally be honest with himself and with you. Because today is going to be a good day.

He entered the cafe, the doorbell ringing signaling his entry as you greeted him with a smile from the table you two usually sit. You looked happy, drinking from the hot chocolate you had ordered, as he saw another cup of chocolate — you always order for him too, because he tends to be a little bit late sometimes.

"Yoichi, I have something to tell you!" you began, your voice filled with excitement, as blush started to creep on your cheeks, God you are so pretty, "I have something to tell you too." he replied putting his phone on top of the table as began to sip from the sweet drink.

"Remember when we couldn't see eachother in the weekends because I traveled a lot, right?" you questioned as Isagi's heart raced at your words, you would probably tell him about your vacations and how was your stay there. He nodded, "Yeah, I remember," Isagi replied, the weight of his confession was getting heavier every single second. As you continued sharing memories of weekends spent apart, he couldn't deny the fact that today was definitely going to be different.

He took a deep breath, finally deciding that it's time, "Y/N I li—" only to be met with unexpected words from you. The excitement in your voice revealing the final strike, "I'm in a relationship with Rin, for two months now," you confessed, as your smile only grew wider from the mention of his name. "I have been visiting his hometown, I should take you there sometime, it's so beautiful."

The bitterness of the word "friendship" returned, and his rehearsed lines crumbled in his mind, you can say a cat got his tongue.

Isagi's world seemed to crumble around him as he forced a smile, "Oh..." he laughed nervously, oh indeed, how are you supposed to answer when you just got rejected without even confessing? "Congratulations, Y/N. I'm so happy for you!" congratulating you while his heart shattered into a million pieces. He couldn't bear to tell you the truth now, not when you seem to like Rin instead.

"Thank you, Yo-chan!" you answered while looking at him, but the love eyes were already reserved for someone else. "So what did you wanted to tell me?"

"Ah, nothing important..." he wanted to bury himself in a hole and never see the light again, it felt awful, every beat of his heart echoes the ache of loss, and every thought circles back to what could have been if he confessed sooner "The game we talked about last week was just released. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to my house to play."

"Of course! I already picked the character I would like to play with."

So he kept his feelings buried deep inside, like a unsolved puzzle leaving him to put it together silently on his own, to collect the broken pieces knowing that no matter what, you will always choose Itoshi Rin. And he would always be just your friend, your dear best friend Isagi Yoichi.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[17020s]

heyoooo!!

currently thinking about playing fight with isagi... your thoughts on this?

Have an amazing and wonderful day!:P

☆ TIME OUT!

Yoichi Isagi playfights with his significant other. 0.6k fluff, Isagi is sweaty, pet names "babe" and "baby" used, i want bllk moots pls hmu my ask box is ooopen!

YOICHI ISAGI comes home late.

He can't help it, it's his job to be a football player, and championships are just around the corner. When he gets home, he's exhausted, covered in sweat, and hungry. Extremely hungry. Whether he feels hunger for food or for his lover's touch—or both, he will never tell.

You always greet him when he comes home, you usually wait for him sitting on the couch, watching whatever comes up on television. He comes in, pecks your forehead, then heads to the kitchen to serve himself a plate of food. When he's not in the mood for a proper meal, though, he settles for a snack.

So it isn't a surprise for you when your boyfriend comes in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and mumbling an "I love you" then heading off to the kitchen. You hear the opening of cabinets as Yoichi looks for something to eat. By the sound of it, he's settling for a snack.

You hear Yoichi's voice as he desperately rummages through the cabinets. Realization hits, and you now know what he's looking for.

Shit. You have to run. Now.

Slowly and steadily, you stand from the couch, making your way towards the staircase. So far, you think, he hasn't noticed.

"Hey babe, where are those gummies that I bought a few days ago?"

Not hearing a response, he walks towards the couch. He notices your absence, and looks around. As he finds you half-way up the stairs, he squints his eyes as he takes a look at your figure. Something's off, he feels it. He moves closer, and you carefully step back.

As if some imaginary light bulb lights up next to Yoichi, he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. Unbelievable. How is he this oblivious?

Your lips are an odd shade of purple.

"Babe. Did you eat the gummies that were inside our cabinet?"

You quickly turn around, sprinting up the stairs. You curse Yoichi's athletic build as he catches up, picking you up with ease and throwing you over his shoulder. Your pleads and punches to his back have no effect on him, as he carries you towards your shared bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed, throwing himself on top of you. He's sweaty, and he knows it. He laughs as he nuzzles his head into your neck, and you feel his hair dripping wet from all the sweat. He places kisses on your neck, and you take this as the opportunity to strike back.

You move your hands, one grazes his ribcage. The other goes up to his neck, wanting to find that sweet spot near his collarbone. His laugh comes to an end, as he inhales sharply. Game over.

Yoichi Isagi was ticklish.

He looks up at you, his eyes were filled with terror. "You wouldn't—"

Your fingers move, and your boyfriend squirms, letting out chuckles which you've never heard before. He's vulnerable, so you take advantage and flip him over, you being on top made it easier to target Yoichi's weak spots.

"Time out! Time out!" he breathes.

You stop, and Yoichi catches his breath. His arms wrap themselves around you, pulling you towards him. Your head lays on his chest, you feel the vibrations from his chuckle.

"I really wanted those gummies, y'know?"

"And you're really sweaty, y'know?"

"Your fault you didn't tell me! I'm not mad, Yn. We can go to the convenience store tomorrow, but I need compensation."

You know him too well by now and know what he means by compensation. He wants kisses. You lift your body up and move so that you're facing Yoichi. You lean down, pecking his lips.

"How's that? A little taste test for my hungry boyfriend."

Yoichi quirks his brow, his hands now resting at your hips as his thumbs slowly draw circles. "You call that a taste test? Might have to kiss me again, don't wanna guess the wrong flavor" he mumbles.

You softly kiss his lips, this time a little longer than last. He hums as he kisses back, pouting when you pull away too early for his liking. What a needy baby.

"Hm... blueberry?"

[shokiren]

chapter 2: someone's got a crush!

a/n: this is HORRIBLE but here <3 i wrote this in the middle of the night so pls cut me some slack lmaoao NOT PROOFREAD‼️‼️but idt theres any mistake since i js looked thru it real quick <3 but tell me if u find any

you swear you're gonna rip your ears off.

you're not able to sleep after a tiring day, all because of your neighbour. not exactly because of him-- his loud friends.

various loud voices ring throughout your quite apartment through the thin walls that seperate your house from isagi, your neighbour. you can only huff in silence as you sit up and groan.

you decide that you're gonna tell them to quiet down a bit.

you get out of your oh-so comfortable bed and slip on the fuzzy slippers your cousin had gifted you on your birthday, claiming they were the comfiest thing she had ever worn-- she's definitely right.

after wearing your slippers, you quietly make your way to the front door, unlock it and walk towards isagi's front door.

you raise your hand and,

you knock once, no answer.

twice, no answer.

thrice, no an–

the familiar face of your pretty neighbour greets you, his stature towering yours. his features are highlighted because of the warm lighting. he gives you a smile and asks,

"is something wrong?"

you break out of your train of thought and correct your posture, "oh-- no, no, i was just wondering if you guys could, you know, lower–", before you could continue, you hear a cheery voice from inside.

"guys! it's that pretty neighbour isagi was yapping 'bout!", a fairly tall man with purple hair tied back chimes in, not caring to lower his voice for his friend's own good.

when you look back at isagi, he looks like he'd just lost million dollars.

"i'm sorry, i don't know what he's talking about– i'll tell them to keep it down.", and with that, he shuts the door in your face.

you flinch a bit but then smile to yourself softly.

he talks about me?

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