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you shake your head with a smile as you approach the living room again, carefully placing the drinks atop the coffee table. they were always teasing each other, and it made your heart swell with warmth knowing that your two favourite people were getting along well. 

rin’s a little tipsy by now, taking a sip of his rum and coke before suggesting, “why don’t we play truth or dare?”

“are we fucking five?” nagi looks at him like he’s ridiculous for even recommending such a thing.

“what?” rin is smug as he leans forward onto his knees, teasing, “you scared?”

“fuck, no,” he scoffs, “it’s just stupid.”

rin is severely unconvinced. “hm. right.”

the alcohol courses through your veins enough that you’re in agreement with rin. “i think it’d be kinda fun,” you shrug, “i mean, i’m sure we’ve all got juicy secrets yet to be shared,” you rub your hands together cunningly. 

nagi lifts his brow at you with his arms crossed. “you’re serious?”

“yes,” you answer simply, “now stop being a grump and play.”

he rolls his eyes. “fine.”

things are seemingly light until your spin lands on nagi. he picks truth, which he soon learns is a mistake. the liquor in your bloodstream mixes with long-term curiosity and you ask him the burning question, “ever fucked anyone?”

rin freezes beside you, surprised you asked him that when you’re dating, let alone sitting right next to him. but, nonetheless, he’s invested and wants to know, too, the nosy bastard. he huffs out a small laugh, watching nagi intently as he finishes the last sip of his drink. “brutal,” he teases.

nagi’s lips part, debating whether he should answer or not. yeah, he and you were best friends, but you didn’t discuss sex much– it just never seemed to come up in conversation.

“uh,” he scratches the back of his head, “yeah, i have.”

you gasp. “you're lying. there’s no way seishiro nagi has fucked someone before.”

“and why not?” he challenges. “what’s got you so convinced i couldn’t bag someone?”

“it’s not that,” you laugh, “i just have a hard time believing you’d be any good at it.”

“hey,” rin nudges you with a light chuckle, “leave the poor guy alone.”

you throw your hands up in protest. “he’s just too laid-back!”

nagi tsks. “you know i’m right here and can hear you, right?”

“sorry, sei,” you sigh, “i’m sure you’re a great lover–”

“thank you,” he hisses sarcastically.

“–but, like, did she come?”

the whole room goes quiet. rin’s trying to stifle his laughter, and you’re clearly trying to get under nagi’s skin, the alcohol refusing to let up. 

“dude,” nagi’s eyes widen at you, “just quit while you’re ahead.”

you’re laughing uncontrollably now, “oh, c’mon, sei! do you even know where the clit is?”

“y/n,” he warns.

“babe,” rin giggles, “i think you’re pushing it too far.”

“but i need to know!”

“do you?” nagi cuts in. 

you cross your arms with stubborn hmph. “yes.”

nagi’s already mad that you keep teasing him. and he’s pissed you’re assuming he doesn’t know how to pleasure a woman. his ego is bruised and he doesn’t give a fuck that your boyfriend is in the same room anymore. 

“fine, then,” he says curtly, standing up from the couch. you just watch as his body rises, lips resting on the rim of your solo cup, “if you wanna know so bad, then let me fuck you right now to prove it.”

rin stops laughing and you nearly drop your cup into your lap.

“w–what?” you stutter, cheeks turning hot and stomach flipping. you place your drink down slowly on the coffee table.

“you fucking heard me.” nagi’s voice is so demanding and it’s making your thighs clench. “let. me. fuck. you.”

rin’s lips slowly turn upwards into a cocky smile as his eyes shift from nagi to you. he notices the way you’re shaking, the way you’re actually excited and wanting what nagi’s suggesting.

“i–i–,”

nagi chuckles darkly. “lost for words now? you afraid to find out you’re wrong?” he stops in front of you still seated on the couch and leans over, placing his hands on the cushions behind your head as his lips fall beside your ear. “afraid that i’ll ruin you?”

rin’s overheating, buzzing with energy. “fuck,” he huffs, “that’d be so hot to watch.”

your eyes flicker to him for a moment. “you’re… okay with this?”

he nods, leaning back onto his palms. “don’t refuse on my account,” he licks his lips. your gaze drops to his lap for a moment and you immediately notice the bulge. “i can take care of myself.” 

your breaths are quiet, but the way your chest heaves makes your feelings clear to the both of them. nagi’s still standing in front of you waiting for an answer. when you finally make eye contact, you immediately fumble. he chuckles, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

“so, what’s it gonna be?” he hums.

you want to look away, but you can’t. he’s got you utterly hypnotized. “o–okay,” you say, voice barely above the whisper.

“what was that?” he thrums. “speak up.”

“yes,” you swallow, answering him louder and with more confidence. “fuck me, sei.”

rin hums in amusement beside the two of you, leaning back against the couch. “put on a good show for me.” he adds slyly. 

nagi has an expression you’ve never seen before, one that’s wicked and intentional, like you just gave him a pass to fuck up your entire life. he reaches down to grab your waist, lifting you up to reposition your body, spine on the seat of the couch, so he’s now hovering over you. you can hear your heart thumping wildly through the silence. nagi pokes his tongue with his cheek, then leans down to kiss you. he’s soft at first, the pink muscle steadily rolling into your mouth, but it doesn’t last for long. he’s gripping at your sides, slipping his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and playing with your tits as he kisses you sloppily.

“no bra?” he chuckles against your mouth, “what a needy bitch.”

you gasp as he pinches your nipples, head pushing further into the cushions. rin inhales sharply a few feet away, and you hear the clang of him unbuckling his belt.

“shit,” he huffs, watching the way you squirm from nagi’s touch, the way your tongues collide with passion. his hand sneaks beneath the waistband of his boxers and he begins to palm himself. “fuck her real good for me, sei.”

nagi’s not listening to a word he says. he’s way too focused on the way your cunt is soaking through your panties and pressing against his leg. you’re dripping so much that he can feel it through the fabric of his jeans.

“mmm, baby,” he hums, breaking the kiss with a bite to your bottom lip. your soft whines make his dick twitch. “gonna eat you out now, okay?” his head dips lower and you’re already grabbing his hair. he chuckles, snaking his fingers up your thighs to curl around the straps of your underwear. “bet you wore a skirt tonight hoping to be ruined, hm?” he taunts, groaning as he tosses your soaked lace aside and sees your pretty little cunt in all her glory. “fuck,” he exhales, “you’re soaking the damn couch.” he shifts his body to the side enough so rin can have a look. “you see this?” he sounds shocked, “fuck, your girl is a freak. getting wet over fucking another man.”

rin frees himself completely, fist slowly stroking his length as he just stares– stares at the way your pussy throbs, at the way your lips part, at the way your chest lifts and falls with lust. “filthy,” he breathes, moving just a bit faster, “she’s fucking filthy.”

you want to say something, but your attempt is cut off by nagi’s tongue hotly pressing against your clit. you jolt and close around his head, shoving him harder into your cunt by the hold you still have on his hair. “fuck!” you cry.

he pries your thighs apart aggressively, then slaps your pussy threateningly. you yelp. “stay the fuck open,” he hisses, “i need to feel every inch of this sweet cunt.” he utilizes his shoulders the best he can to keep you wide and obedient as he reaches deep inside of you with his fingers and tongue licking fervently at your clit. “best fucking pussy,” he hums into your folds, “never tasted anyone like you.”

“make her squirt f’me,” rin moans, thumb sliding over his white beaded tip, eyes hooded with pure desire of watching his girlfriend get wrecked by her best friend. 

nagi pauses for a minute to turn his head as he glares at rin. “don’t tell me what to fucking do.” somehow, rin trying to guide him pisses him off enough that he returns to your cunt with a merciless pace, pointer and middle from both of his hands scissoring into your dripping hole as he laps and slurps at your bundle of nerves all a mess, your arousal and juices practically coating his entire face and hands. you moan loudly every time you catch the sight of his glistening lips lift from your sex to breathe,

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry, thrusting your hips violently against his face, “s–shit, sei,” you choke, back arching as his fingers curl just right, “gonna c-come–”

“huh, that’s funny,” he smirks, pulling away from you abruptly. your near orgasm leaves you immediately and you glare at him, “thought you said i didn’t know how to make a girl do that?”

“y–you–,” he looks so smug that you want to slap him, “fuck you.”

“oh, you will,” his eyes are dark, enticing– he isn’t even fucking close to being finished with you yet. he unbuttons his pants and tosses them onto the floor before picking you up by your hips and placing you forcefully atop his thighs. you whimper as his shaft brushes against your puffy clit. “‘m gonna slide this slutty pussy on my fucking cock until i decide we’re finished, you got that?” the way he’s speaking to you, so mean and demanding, already has you weak in the knees. he licks his teeth, then glances over at rin. “get over here,” he says to him, “she’s gonna be a good girl and suck your cock while i make a fucking mess on her.”

rin’s by your side in a heartbeat, sweaty hands combing through your hair as he slaps his wet, sticky tip against your already parted lips. he looks at you hungrily, gripping at your strands. “gonna let me ruin your mouth while he destroys your pretty cunt, hm?”

“y–yes,” you whimper, eyes so glossy and fucked-out as you look up at him that he’s already shoving his cock down your throat. you choke, eyes rolling as you slurp his thick, veiny length, swallowing the salty precum.

nagi growls as he watches you take all of him, the sounds so sinful that he’s already sliding his shaft fervently against your pussy lips. “fuck, yeah,” he huffs, “taking him like a bitch. you’re so good, baby, so proud of you.” he matches his pace with rin’s brutal thrusts into your mouth, twitching against your clit with each filthy, pornographic choke that slips out of your stuffed face. “god, look at you,” his pants are heavy and ragged, nails digging into your hips as he slides desperately between your slick folds, “can feel you pulsing against my cock, sweetheart.” he releases a raspy groan as his thighs shake, hot spurts of cum landing all over your skirt he never removed. “fuck, fuck,” he hisses, eyes dazed from decorating your pretty clothing, “look what you made me do, baby.”

rin’s completely lost in you sucking him off, nearing the edge with each graze of your teeth against his sensitive vein. “yeah, baby,” he moans, “i’m so close– fuck– keep taking me just like that.” nagi slides himself inside of your needy hole, bottoming you out immediately from how fucking soaked you are. your muffled groans send shock waves through rin’s entire body and he comes, filling your mouth to the brim with his hot seed. “fuuuuuck,” he gasps, riding out his high with short, hard thrusts, “milk me baby, shit!”

as soon as he pulls out of your mouth, you’re a loud sobbing mess because nagi is brutally pistoning into you, unforgiving and trying to make a point. he leans forward to wrap his arms around your body, using his intense grip on the nape of your neck to guide you relentlessly up and down his cock.

“s–sei!” you scream, an arm reaching out to the side to grab rin for leverage. he grabs your wrist and shoves your fingers into his mouth, circling his tongue and moaning pathetically over your digits. it overwhelms your senses, and your eyes start to water. “f–fuck, i’m so sensitive– i–”

“you can take it, sweetheart,” nagi grits his teeth, snaking a few fingers into your hair to tug and you whimper. “i know you can.”

“i–,” you choke on your words, eyes rolling violently as you feel a hand press against your clit. rin’s toying with you now, but not for long. 

nagi tsks, slapping his hand away. “don’t fucking touch her, not unless i say so. this is my time to ruin her.”

rin quite literally cowers away in the moment. he was more submissive than he thought.

you’re so fucked-out that you can barely breathe, cunt clenching around nagi’s cock desperately, burying every fucking inch of his length inside of you. “‘mmmm’gonna come–” you slur, gasping for air, as your head falls limp, “i–i can feel– fuck,” your mouth falls wide open as you let out an ungodly moan, body begining to shake violently against his thighs, “oh, fuck!”

“now,” nagi hisses at rin, “touch her greedy little cunt and make her squirt all over me.”

rin obliges, eyes razor-focused on every little expression your face makes as you teeter the edge, the tension in your stomach ready to snap at any moment. your palms bear down firmly against nagi’s chest, uncontrollable pants and whimpers oozing out of you whilst you slide your cunt along his leaky, thick cock. 

“fuck, you’re so depserate,” nagi thrums, “fucking riding me like a slut, you need to come that bad, baby?”

“i need it!” you scream, throat cracking, “i f–fucking need it,” rin’s fingers are working fervently on your bundle of nerves as his lips meet your throat, your body seizing up from the intense sensations from all angles. “fuck– oh my god, fuck!” you cry, hot cum pouring out of your pulsing hole all over nagi’s thighs. 

he growls loudly, speeding up his pace as he watches his cock move in and out of you, splashing your sweet nectar all over your leftover clothing. “jesus christ,” he hisses, “you’re so fucking sexy, y/n– god– fuck, i don’t want to stop fucking you.” he gasps loudly as he releases his load a second time, relentless bucking of his hips stuffing his cum back up into your walls. “you feel so fucking perfect around me.”

rin’s drooling at the sight of you and nagi so fucking wrecked from each other, watching as you collapse forward onto nagi’s chest once you two finally start to come down. rin drops himself beside you too, exhaling blissfully.

“holy fuck,” he exclaims, “that was hot.”

“yeah,” nagi agrees, “shit.” he runs his fingers through your sweaty strands for a few moments before gently propping your chin up enough to look you in the face. “so?” his lips curve into a lazy, exhausted smirk, “still think i can’t make a girl come?”

you want to say no, but you’re still feeling too strong of a desire to tease him further. you bite your lip with a smile, making it seem like you’re about to complement him. “well, you had rin’s help, didn’t you?”

rin bursts out laughing. nagi’s smile instantly fades and he groans, throwing his head back and cupping his face with his hands. “fuck off,” he sighs, “you’re actually insufferable.”

you giggle, leaning forward and pressing your glistening, red lips just below his ear. he sighs, melting into your touch immediately. “well, it just means you have to try again,” you purr. you feel nagi twitch below you. “you know, without rinny here.”

rin should be mad about the suggestion. but he’s not, because if this situation has taught him anything, it's that he is a fucking cuck. you meet his eyes and he smiles, lifting himself from the couch. you watch as he approaches the front door, slides on his sneakers, then grabs his keys to go home. nagi looks dumbfounded. you’re surprised yourself, but no one is complaining. he just looks back at you two, offering a salute. “have fun,” he coos, “text me tomorrow.”

slowly, you and nagi meet each other’s eyes again, confused and, well, still horny as fuck.

this time, nagi has you pinned to your bed, legs thrown over his shoulders as he wrecks your cunt for a good three hours more that night.

there’s a loud growl from bachira. bang. “fuck! come, baby, fall apart for me.”

this feels wrong; yoichi feels wrong listening in to you two clearly fucking. you and bachira have been dating for a few months now, and yoichi wasn’t stupid– of course you two fucked. but he has never actually heard you two going at it. and the poor, virgin boy can barely handle it.

his cock twitches in his gym shorts as his breath stutters. your sounds are only getting louder, and he can’t tell if it’s a blessing or curse. he looks down at the growing tent in his shorts, exhaling a frustrated huff. “shit,” he says, “what am i supposed to do about this?”

yoichi already knows what he’s going to do about it. the inexperienced man is a freak, but hides it well. he stands up from the loveseat, cautiously padding his feet over towards bachira’s bedroom. he expects the door to be closed when he reaches it, but it’s not, being cracked opened just enough that he can see part of your bare bodies intertwined. 

the headboard is bruising the pale yellow paint as bachira thrusts into you, palm slamming against the plaster for leverage. he throws his head back with a loud groan as he lifts your hips up off the bed to pound into your greedy hole. “such a filthy girl,” he hisses, “fucking dripping everywhere, you’re a mess.”

“o–only for you, bachi,” you whine, nails digging into his biceps, “you just m–make me feel s–so good!”

yochi can’t help it. his focus hones in on the way your tits bounce from each brutal thrust and bachira’s arms flexing and contracting. his hand snakes below his shorts as he begins to palm himself, slowly at first, careful not to make a sound. your throat cracks into the prettiest moan he’s ever fucking heard, and his groan escapes from his chest before he even has the chance to stop it. the room goes quiet, and both bachira’s and your eyes shoot towards the direction of the sound, growing wide when they see yoichi peeking around the cracked doorway.

“isagi?” bachira lifts his brow. and then he laughs, loud and obstreperous, hair falling loosely in front of his face as he drops his head forward to try and catch his breath. “holy fuck,” he sings, “you’re so naughty, watching us like a needy whore.”

“i-i–,” yoichi’s at a loss for words, whimpering as he cowers away. the man’s hand is still wrapped around his weeping cock underneath his shorts, the blob of precum visibly soiling his clothing. “fuck, it was just so loud– and i–,”

bachira’s smirk is evil, planning, as he slips away from you to sit up on his knees. the atmosphere is thick as you turn onto your side to look at yoichi, a dangerous smile resting on your face. he swallows hard.

“do you even feel sorry?” you coo, licking your lips hungrily, “you’re still fisting your pretty dick, honey.”

yoichi looks horrified as he drops his attention down to his shorts, quickly pulling his hand out of them and hiding it behind his back as if that would help anything. “i wasn’t– this isn’t– fuck.”

“we’re not mad, isa,” you hum, “i know it’s hard to resist when you’ve never been touched before.”

his eyes widen. “you told her?” he asks bachira, voice still shaky.

bachira shrugs. “sorry. kind of slipped out by accident.”

“why were you—,” yoichi’s a bit frustrated now, but it’s arousing him at the same time, his cock is still growing rock hard and begging for relief. “how did me being a virgin even come up in conversation?”

“because,” you start, “bachi and i here were hoping something like this would happen.” yoichi freezes, uneven breaths spilling from his mouth as he tries to wrap his head around what you’re saying. you… wanted this? wanted him to catch you two fucking? “you seem shocked, isa,” you purr, purposely sliding your fingertips from your neck down to your exposed breasts as you circle your perked nipples. “don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it. about the three of us, like this.” you let out an intentional, soft moan, not removing your eyes from him. his cock twitches and his heart pounds violently in his chest. “see?” you taunt, catching his reaction. “it’s written in your eyes you’ve been waiting for this moment.”

yoichi’s so fucking turned on, eyes flickering hastily between you, bachira, and his begging cock. he wants to move, but he feels paralyzed.

maybe he just needs some extra guidance. “c’mere, isagi,” bachira purrs, reaching out his hand to lure him closer. “if you want us, come get us.”

yoichi finds himself in the sheets with you two before he can even blink, clothing scattered on the floor, his body caged beneath bachira whilst your fingertips trail along his thighs temptingly. he whimpers, hands squeezing tightly around bachira’s shoulder blades.

bachira chuckles, leaning down closer to him until he’s hovering just above his lips. “are you ready?”

yoichi nods profusely, bachira swallowing his gasp as he closes the gap, tongue sliding deep into his mouth. your head drops to drag your teeth along his neck, nibbling gently at his skin as your hand finally lifts to wrap around his shaft. his body jerks as you fist him slowly, thumb teasing his leaky, white tip every time you reach the top of his base again. he’s already stuttering into your hands after ten seconds.

“oh, baby,” you coo, almost mocking, “you’re so sensitive.” yoichi’s squeezing his eyes shut tightly, pouring out muffled moans into bachira’s mouth as their tongues fold over one another, sloppy and desperate. you feel him twitch in your palms and you giggle, shifting your body downwards to wrap your mouth around him. he groans so hard he forces bachira off of him, head withering against the pillows from your tongue sliding across his thick, veiny length. 

“shit, shit!” he curses, hand reaching up to tug at bachira’s strands. bachira hums ecstatically as he watches all of yoichi’s pretty facial expressions and the way his body responds to your sweet, wet mouth. “i–i can’t last– mmm’gonna come–”

“that’s okay, isa,” you hum around his throbbing member, “you can let go for me. i’ll swallow every last drop.”

bachira feathers his fingers around yoichi’s jaw before he settles on gripping it, digging the tips into the hollows of his cheeks. yoichi cries out, thrusting pathetically into your warm, slick mouth as he begins to fall apart.

“that’s it,” bachira bites his lip in amusement, “come. fill her fucking mouth.”

with a loud, cracked groan, yoichi snaps, hot, milky semen flooding down your throat as he jolts his hips upwards, forehead beading with sweat. “oh– fuck!” he screams, “fuck– yeah, s–swallow it– shit, mmm’my god!”

bachira’s smiling so wide and proudly, lifting you off of yoichi’s cock by a firm, aggressive grip on your hair as he kisses you harshly, drinking up his cum, too. yoichi’s instantly hard again, not even fully come down from his orgasm, as he watches you two swap spit so filthily right in front of his face. bachira yanks your head back, forcing your neck to expose itself further. you cry from the painful pleasure as bachira’s tongue slides all over your throat.

“you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he hums, nibbling your pulse point. you gasp. “taking care of my best friend so perfectly. i love a bitch who listens well.”

“o–of course, baby,” you stutter, eyes rolling backwards. yoichi’s hand is on his thick cock again, chest heaving as he begins to palm himself impatiently at the sight of bachira marking your sweet skin. you notice him through your peripheral, breaking into a smirk. “mmm, isa wants more, bachi,” you hum, “he’s touching himself again, watching us.”

bachira breaks apart from you so messily, a line of stringy spit still connecting his lips to your throat. he turns his head and looks so excited. almost crazy. “oh, isa baby,” he laughs, “are you that depserate? pathetic.” a bead of white precum oozes out of yoichi’s bulbous, red tip from bachira’s degradation. “just how i like it.” he leans down and licks up the creamy, salty substance, laughing around his shaft as yoichi whines. “tastes so good.” he feels like he’s about to come again, but bachira stops, pulling away abruptly. “i can’t have you coming again without feeling my girlfriend’s pretty pussy, now, can i?”

“n–no,” yoichi shakes his head in compliance, “need to– need to feel her, fuck.”

bachira shifts to the side to allow you to move in front of yoichi. your eyes are dark, predatory, as you straddle his hips, teasing his engorge tip with your puffy clit. yoichi can’t stop staring at your pussy, it’s so pretty. so perfect. and he gets to lose his virginity to her? fuck.

“p–please,” he huffs, hands gripping firmly at your sides, “need it. need it so fucking bad.”

you want to edge him more, but your heart flutters at how sweet and desperate he looks beneath you. so you decide to give him exactly what he wants. you sink onto his chubby cock with an elongated sigh, lips parted and eyelids low, as you watch the look on his face. he’s staring into your eyes, pupils blown and drool pooling around the corners of his mouth.

“you’ve been doing so well tonight, isa,” you hum, steadily beginning to bounce on him, “you deserve to be rewarded.”

bachira’s head is at your core now, tongue protruding outwards to slide against your exposed clit. you cry, the sensation of the wet pink muscle and yoichi filling you up feeling so overwhelmingly perfect. yoichi’s hips falter as your arousal increases around him, loud panting breaths nearly outweighing your soft whines.

“y–you’re squeezing m–me,” yoichi observes, staring at the way he disappears in and out of you; the way your bundle of nerves visibly throbs with each lick of bachira’s tongue. “f–fuck, this feels– this feels incredible, jesus christ.”

“yeah?” you thrum, “you like being inside of me?”

“god, yeah,” he groans, body jolting as the ridges of your cunt drags along his sweet spot effortlessly. “w–wanna live inside of your pussy.”

you giggle at how needy he sounds, tits bounce faster as you pick up your pace, palms resting on yoichi’s shins as you lean backwards and arch your back to push him inside deeper. he chokes out a piercing moan, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back a little.

bachira growls into your clit, hands moving to hold yoichi still by his hips. “fuck, isa,” he chuckles, “you need to keep your ass still.”

“s–sorry– shit!” he mewls, plummeting towards the edge. “i’m– fuck, i can’t– coming– oh, god!”

“you wanna feel me, baby?” you ask, ass slapping against his muscular thighs with each lewd drop of our hips onto him, “want me to come on your pretty cock?”

“please– fuck, please, yes!” he screams, nails digging into your waist as his body begins to shake aggressively. “give me your cum, fuck– fuck!”

bachira cups your clit with a loud, messy slurp, pulling your sweet nectar out of you as you drip all over his best friend’s cock. with a satisfied hum, he lets you go with a sheathing pop, allowing you ride out your high with deep, erratic thrusts.

yoichi’s about to explode, his screams practically shattering the windows in the bedroom. 

“gonna come, isagi?” bachira taunts, fingers teasing his chin before he shoves them into his mouth. “you wanna fill up her pretty cunt?” yoichi’s eyes are completely glossed over and fucked out as they meet bachira’s. “yeah, you do, don’t you?” he nods, eyes rolling violent as he groans around his thick digits. “stuff her full, isa,” he demands, pushing his fingers in further. yoichi chokes, coil in his stomach about to snap. both you and bachira can sense he’s ready to fall apart at any moment. bachira laughs heinously before dropping his mouth over yoichi’s ear. “do it,” he grits his teeth. “now. fucking come.”

yoichi breaks, back folding aggressively as he shoots hot, white cum into your sensitive hole, your continuous clenching around his fat base drawing out every fucking drop of his release. you whine as you feel him stuff you to the hilt, eyes dropping to watch your releases ooze out of your bodies. 

“fuck, isa,” you exhale with an estacic chuckle, “you’re coming so much.”

“m’sorry, m’sorry,” he whimpers repeatedly, hips stuttering into you as he steadily comes to a still. “i–i couldn’t help it,” he says, “it just feels too good.”

“but you can help it,” bachira’s voice is low and mocking, “you’re just too fucking needy. such a slut.” 

yoichi groans in response. god, who knew he’d love being degraded so much, let alone by his best friend. bachira kisses his temple before falling at his side. you gently lift off of him, and he gasps at the sensitivity and mourns your absence. you ghost your lips along his chin before settling on his lips for a moment, caressing his face with your hands. he melts into you, heart calming from your sweet, nurturing touch. you slide onto his other side a second later, curling up against him. bachira’s arm is draped over his waist.

he gulps at a sudden realization and says, “i–i think you’ve ruined me. fuck.”

you two had met during your sports internship abroad in college, where you were assigned to help manage their team in germany during your senior year. being in close quarters to a number of beautiful and single men, well, it was only natural you’d fall for one of them. kaiser was the first to approach you, offering to treat you to a meal as a thank you for all of your help in management. a seemingly innocent gesture turned into one too many drinks and ending up in his bed. of course, in order not to mix work with play, you strictly put up boundaries after that night– but slowly, they began to crumble. in your last month of the internship, he asked you out on an official date, and the rest is history.

you had every plan to stay and work in your hometown after graduating, but with your relationship with kaiser seemingly progressing, you made the decision to move to germany. it was, perhaps, a stupid move as a twenty-one-year-old freshly out of college– you knew no one except your boyfriend and the rest of his team– yet, you loved the country as a whole and knew the language well, so you figured, why not?

things were perfect at first, as all new relationships always seem to be. but as the months passed, and one year turned into two, then three, it wasn’t hard to notice that kaiser was slipping away from you. 

“i’m late for practice.”

“sorry, i won’t be back until after midnight. too much training.”

“eat dinner without me.”

the excuses were nearly if not daily, and little by little, your unbothered exterior began to crack.

kaiser was confused the night you broke. he truly didn’t recognize his own neglectful behaviour, so hearing you confront him about it was a shock, to say the least.

“you’re never here anymore!” you yell, tears flooding your eyes, “could you even still call yourself a partner?”

kaiser hisses, running his fingers through his hair. “what? of course i’m still your partner! i love you, y/n, you know that!” he’s defensive, frustration searing in his chest. “i’m doing this for us!”

the room goes quiet for a moment, and then your throat cracks. “no,” you laugh, deflated, “you’re doing this for you.”

after the break up, you got in contact with an old college acquaintance who worked at fifa and managed to snag yourself a three-month gig in japan. that’s how you ended up here, just a little over a year later, sitting in the living room of you and yoichi’s shared apartment. you were offered a full-time position with japan’s national team after your contract concluded, but decided to move into another related position away from them in order to have a healthy distance between your work and personal life since you and yoichi started dating near the end of it. make no mistake, though, the distance from the team had no effect on your loyalty, you still rarely missed a game– especially one as important as the fifa world cup quarter finals. 

yoichi’s focused on reviewing the video playback of the last match, carefully taking note of what to do and what to avoid for the upcoming game. your head is resting on his shoulder, just scrolling mindlessly through your phone whilst munching on a bag of pretzels.

“i was too far to the left there,” he says aloud, pointing at the tv screen. you chuckle, finding his little instructive self-talk adorable. 

“you ready to kick ass?” you ask him, tearing his attention away from his analysis just for a moment. you sit up and turn your body to face him, cupping his cheeks as his eyes meet yours. 

“absolutely,” he says confidently, “i’ll send them back to germany in fucking tears.”

you laugh as you lean in and kiss him softly. he melts into your touch, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you onto his lap. you hum against his mouth as you sink into his hips. “i’d love to see that, actually,” you smirk as you back away for a moment, “especially kaiser,” yoichi flinches at the mention of your ex’s name, eyes flooding with a glint of rage and determination. he hadn’t seen him since the second phase of blue lock, and he was shocked to know you two used to be in a relationship. naturally, he hated him even more after you recounted your history to him. “if you manage to do it,” you lower your eyes enticingly, “i’ll fuck you into the next match.”

yoichi groans, and you feel his cock twitch beneath you. “fuck,” he hisses, “why did you say that when i need to reserve all of my energy for tomorrow?”

you bite your lip with a faux innocence, then swipe your tongue across his mouth. he sighs, drinking you in instantly. “because,” you start, “it’ll motivate you to win. i’m giving you a little extra ego boost.”

his cock is already leaking at this point, desperate for release. you just had to go and be a tease when it was in his best interest to stay away from… strenuous activity for the day. of course you fucking did.

“you’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he sighs, throwing his head back against the couch. his rough fingertips are still digging at your sides. “can i at least eat you out? i can come just from that alone, you know this. give me something, pretty please?” he begs, eyes big and so goddamn needy.

you tsk, then slap his arm playfully. “patience, baby,” you tease, “if you wait, it’ll be even better than you imagined.”

your unknown foreshadowing would, in fact, bring him an unexpected– life-changing, in truth– experience. 

✧･ﾟ: ✧ 

the bustling stadium and endless chatter infiltrates your lungs much like the overwhelming scent of hot dogs, french fries, and anxiety.

you couldn’t enjoy just being a fan at the moment, because yoichi’s got you pressed tautly against his chest as he tries to push you both through the intruding swarm of paparazzi. this was the only thing he absolutely despised about his job. he sucks in his teeth, blatantly ignoring all of the questions being thrown at him, squeezing his fists to control himself in response to the ones that were extremely inappropriate. no, he wasn’t going to tell the reporters how good you were in bed. why the fuck did they assume a question like that was okay to ask in the first place?

he lets out a dramatic exhale in relief when you two are finally inside the vip area, tilting his head downwards to make sure you’re alright whilst he releases you from his grip. “everything okay?” he asks, sending you an apologetic smile. “i know that part is always hell.”

you nod, not saying much, just allowing your body to calm itself down. you were just happy to know he hates the paparazzi just as much as you do. “i’m okay,” you promise, after regaining your composure.

he kisses the top of your head delicately before taking his leave to get ready for the match, then do a few interviews before warm-up. you’re seated in the catering area, picking at a few snacks to pass the time. soon, you find yourself in conversation with some of your former coworkers, enjoying their company and betting– without money, in this case– on moves and plays the boys will showcase during the game. 

“yoichi’s volley shot was crazy in practice the other night,” angel, the current team manager, expresses in admiration. “i hope he can pull it off again today.”

“he showed me the footage bachira captured,” you add, “he’s really come such a long way, hasn’t he?”

“absolutely. in just two years, he’s already making headway towards being one of the greatest strikers the world has ever seen.”

your heart warms at the compliment. hearing others speak so highly of him, recognizing his skill and all of the hard work he has poured into his passion for soccer, makes your chest pleasantly tight. 

deeply tucked away in the locker rooms, though, yoichi is receiving the opposite of praise and directly in his face.

“yoichi isagi,” kaiser patronizes him, arms crossed as he leans against the wall, “japan’s alleged top striker and, per my own personal vote, homewrecker.”

yoichi slams his locker shut with a threatening pang. “shut the fuck up, kaiser,” he hisses, nostrils flaring as he turns around to face him. he fully expected this, but the preparation didn’t cause him to feel any less irritated. “i didn’t wreck anything, you lost the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“lost?” he smirks, stepping closer. yoichi’s cheeks are red with anger, heart thumping wildly in his chest. the few players who remained in the locker room with them tried their best to ignore the fight. “no, you have it all wrong, my friend.” he laughs cockily. “i haven’t lost anything, because i know she’ll come back soon enough.”

“you’re delusional,” yoichi spits.

“that,” kaiser leans over, breath hot against is ear, “would be you.”

you’re probably the only one in the entire crowd that can sense the tension radiating between yoichi and kaiser throughout the game, at least, the amount itself. most people just assume its the usual sports rivalry, but you knew better; the mutual distaste ran far deeper than the two of them just being on opposing teams during an intense match. when you were dating kaiser, it was never broadcast to the public like you and yoichi, so no one in the stadium had any incentive to think their dark chemistry was anything more than standard athletic competition. 

yoichi’s panting as his impressive footwork slips past the final defender, eyes aiming clearly on a superb shot to break the tie in the first half.

“even if you win this game,” kaiser’s low, arrogant voice strikes yoichi in his chest as he suddenly appears beside him, “y/n is still going to leave you.”

yoichi grits his teeth, shoving his shoulder into kaiser’s chest to push him aside and fully clear his path for the shot. kaiser's laugh is boisterous as he steals the ball, performing a diagonal switch to change its direction.

“son of a bitch,” yoichi curses, glaring at him.

kaiser just smiles, sending him a condescending wink. “better luck next time, pretty boy.”

no one dares to say a word to yoichi when they’re back in the locker room after the game has concluded. he’s enraged, digging his nails into his palms as his head ruminates over every missed calculation in his plays.

“shit!” he groans, dropping his forehead onto the shower wall in defeat from the loss, “we almost fucking had it.”

you’re waiting inside the locker room for him to finish up, the rest of the players having filed out and leaving him on his own.

that is, until kaiser swings open the door, face dripping in sweat as he chugs a water bottle. you freeze, gaze landing on him. his eyes grow wide at first, but soon fall into something dark, more predatory. 

“well, look who it is,” he smirks, “my beloved y/n.”

you scoff. “‘my beloved’? are you serious?”

“aw, didn’t you miss me?” he teases.

“you wish, asshole.”

he laughs, walking past you towards his locker without another word. you stay where you are, arms crossed as you just watch him. he knows that you are, purposefully removing his soaked undershirt slowly and tossing it aside. your breath hitches in your throat as his back muscles flex, heart dropping to your stomach.

you couldn’t look away.

“i’ve been meaning to ask you,” kaiser says suddenly, turning around to face you. he steps forward until only a few inches remain between you. “does yoichi know?”

“know what exactly?”

“that you like to be fucked raw and mean?”

your eyes shoot wide, lips parting from his audacity. “what the hell?” you seethe. “that’s none of your business.”

“so, no.”

you’re gritting your teeth now, finger shoved threateningly into his chest. “i advise you to shut up right now before i slap you.”

kaiser’s lids lower and he grabs your wrist to pry you off of him. your thighs clench, and fuck, it isn’t subtle at all. your cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “baby, i think you want me to slap you.”

“what the fuck is going on?”

yoichi’s question cuts through you like a knife as your eyes quickly move from kaiser to where he’s standing, glistening, clean body dripping water droplets onto the floor as his towel sits low on his hips.

“there he is,” kaiser chuckles. “japan’s little firecracker.” 

“why are your hands still on my girl?” he spits, ignoring his insult and shuffling over to your side, ripping you out of his hold.

kaiser licks his teeth. “careful, yoichi,” he hums, “you’re gonna make her pretty cunt drip all over the floor if you grab her like that.”

yoichi’s fist is already meeting kaiser’s face before you have a chance to speak, hand flying over your mouth in shock. kaiser snickers, throwing his forearm up to stop yoichi from being able to reach him a second time.

“stop fighting!” you yell.

yoichi always immediately turns soft when it comes to you. he lowers his fist seconds later, slowly lifting himself from the floor. he doesn’t help kaiser back up to his feet, though. he didn’t deserve that.

kaiser wipes the blood from his cheek as he stumbles to stand back up. “feisty, aren’t you?” he hisses in pain from the bruise that’s already forming.

“damn right, i am,” yoichi sneers, “especially when it comes to y/n.”

“yeah, well i don’t think you’re feisty enough for her filthy tastes.” your stomach twists with something you’re scared to admit right then and your eyes dart towards the floor. “go on, sweetheart, why don’t you tell him?” he taunts. “why don’t you tell him exactly what you need right now? you know i can sense it, right?” his face is smug, evil, "i could never forget how your pretty body reacts to my words.”

yoichi’s eyebrows furrow as he looks between him and you. “what’s he talking about, babe?” he asks calmly.

your palms rub up and down your arms as you clench around nothing. you loved yoichi and he was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. but, you couldn’t deny how badly your body still craved for kaiser’s touch even till this day. yoichi gave you everything, and it never went without your appreciation and satisfaction. yet, still, a tiny piece of you remained unfulfilled. 

“babe?” he repeats, face morphing into concern.

“let me spell it out for you,” kaiser steps in, his body now essentially caging both you and yoichi against the wall. “she wants me to bully her with my cock, because you don’t do it for her.”

a small gasp leaves yoichi’s throat, his eyes still resting on you. with your body language, he can easily tell that kaiser’s words are right. he’s still for a moment, like he’s thinking, calculating his next move.

then, something snaps in him, and he’s gripping your chin to force you to look back up at him. “look at me,” his voice is strained, cold, eyes devoid of colour in a way you’ve never seen before. you inhale sharply as your glassy irises finally meet his. you’re shaking, heart thumping wildly against your chest. yoichi laughs in that moment, one mixed with amusement and jealousy. “wow,” he whistles, “so, he’s right?”

“yoichi–”

“no, no,” he holds his hand up to silence you, “i get it.” he walks over towards the locker room door and clicks the lock. you look at him in both confusion and anticipation. “i wanna see exactly what he’s talking about.” he sits down on the edge of one of the benches a few feet away as his gaze burns holes into you. “i wanna see how he ruins you, since he’s so confident i don’t know how to fuck my girlfriend properly.”

you open your mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. yoichi chuckles, rage boiling inside of him and it makes his cock throb more than it probably should. he looks at kaiser, then nods, giving him his blessing to have his way with you. “go ahead,” he coos, “make her come like the nasty fucking girl she is all over this damn locker room floor.”

kaiser’s smile is sinful as he traps you between his arms, but he doesn’t touch you yet. he just watches how you react, how your face twitches from his breath ghosting over your face, how your legs tremble beneath you.

“what do you want me to do first, hm?” he asks you, one hand moving to cup your jaw. your eyes flutter shut before you can even decide how to respond. he licks his lips as his thumb comes to rest against yours. “want my fingers in your mouth? or maybe you want my tongue on your pussy?”

“please,” you choke out involuntarily, eyes flickering immediately past kaiser’s shoulder to yoichi. he hasn’t moved his eyes off of you, still leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees in focus. he sends you one of the most heinous smiles you’ve ever seen originate from him and you lose it. “god, please, i need your mouth on my fucking cunt,” you beg kaiser, but you’re staring at your boyfriend. 

yoichi smirks, mouthing ‘good girl’ to you as kaiser drops to his knees. 

kaiser’s tongue is unforgiving as it slides across your folds, calloused fingers digging deep into your thighs to keep you upright. you’re steadying your eyes on yoichi as your lids lower and lips quiver in ecstasy. kaiser moans loudly into your cunt, shaking his head left and right to coat his entire face with your sweet slick.

“f–fuck,” you exhale, hands lifting to grip his strands. you can’t help yourself as you grind hard against his mouth, desperate panting breaths dripping from your tongue. “y–yoichi,” you moan your boyfriend's name, fucked-out, glossy eyes dialating exponentially with each flick of kaiser’s tongue on your puffy clit. 

yoichi leans back against the wall, lips smug as he watches you fall apart on your ex boyfriend for him.

“hear that, kai?” yoichi purrs, “she’s saying my fucking name.”

kaiser growls into your cunt as he lifts a hand to grip the plush skin of your ass before giving it a hard slap. your throat cracks and you nearly lose your balance, fingers tugging at his hair firmly as you try to catch yourself.

you hear yoichi hiss from the bench. “fuck, you like that? you like it rough?”

“god– fuck, yeah– yes, oh, god!” you cry, nearly about to lose yourself. kaiser laughs against you as he moves his tongue mercilessly along your bundle of nerves, sweet kitten-licks and long stripes from your needy hole up to cup your clit over and over again. 

yochi’s face drops into an expression of dark, dirty tenacity as he finally stands up from the bench to approach you and kaiser. you thought he was going to tell him to stop, but instead, he pries your hands away from his hair so he can grip it himself. kaiser groans at the tension, thrums of bliss pushing you closer to orgasm. 

yoichi’s leaning over now, mouth resting right beside his ear. he tugs roughly at his hair and hums, “stick a finger in at the last second, right before she comes. she loves that shit. didn’t you know?”

kaiser wants to be mad, because he actually wasn’t aware of that, but he’s too lost in your scent and taste to care. he does exactly what yoichi says, shoving his finger into your greedy hole just mere moments before you release.

with a sharp cry, you squirt all over his face, body convulsing as he pumps in and out of you and sucks at your puffy nub to help you ride through it. “mmm’fuck!” 

“thatta girl,” yoichi praises, “get him aaaall nice and soaked for me.” he forces kaiser’s head away from you and kisses him messily, licking every drop of your cum off of his lips. they both moan in unison at the taste of you mixed with each other. “god, baby,” yoichi groans once he pulls away, “you’re so fucking sweet.” he wasn’t sure if he was talking to just you or you and kaiser.

kaiser stands up from the floor, one hand resting at your hip whilst the other lifts to cup your cheek. he leans in and kisses you slowly, just for a moment, until yoichi is rolling his eyes and tsking, pulling him off. “that’s enough.”

kaiser feels so… submissive in that moment.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when yoichi turns your body around and slams your chest against the wall. he rips your shirt off over your head before pressing open mouth kisses and sloppily licks all along your bare shoulders and neck. you shiver, palms pressing against the wall for leverage. his fingers slip between your dripping, sticky folds, then he sends it a hard slap. you choke out a moan, spit coating your pretty, red lips.

“here’s what we’re gonna do,” yoichi starts, “i’m going to fuck your needy little pussy first, then i’m going to let kai here stuff you full,” he bites down on your earlobe as he sends a second smack to your pussy, “and then you’re gonna decide which one of us actually knows how to ruin you properly.” you whimper as you nibble at your bottom lip. “sound good?”

you nod profusely, walls pulsing with need for both of them to make a wreck out of you like you weren’t already a fucking mess.

yoichi frees himself, then slides his length through your folds to prep himself for you, fisting his girthy length a few times to make sure he’s all perfect and hard for you. he lets out an elongated sigh when he finally pushes into you, one hand gripping your shoulder, the other your ass cheek. his teeth sink into your neck as he begins to move, slowly at first, making sure you feel every ridge of his big, fat cock against your walls.

“y–yoichi,” you whine, wriggling your ass against him, “move– hic– faster, p–please.”

“oh, sweetheart,” he coos, almost mockingly, “why didn’t you ever tell me you love being destroyed?” he pulls back near completely out of your hole, then slams back down into you hard. “poor little pussy has been neglected for so long because i didn’t know.”

his condescending blame causes heat to flood to your stomach, and you clench around his cock so greedily. he growls, shoving it deeper into your stomach.

“i–i wasn’t sure if you were into– ah– into that.”

he breaks out into a dark laugh from your assumption. “god, do you even know me? after an entire year together, you still haven’t caught on to my big fucking ego?” he moves your body away from the wall forcefully and bends you over a bench. you choke as his tip pistons into your deepest pleasure point, hands gripping the seat to red and white knuckles. “maybe it’ll finally click in that pretty little brain of yours after i’m done here with you.”

you nearly forgot kaiser was still there. your eyes look up at him for a moment to see he’s watching intensely, as if he’s trying to figure out what his counterplay is going to be when its his turn; to convince you that he knows how to fuck you best. 

yoichi’s hand reaches around the front of you to grab your neck, shoving his thumb into your mouth simultaneously. he slaps your ass as he picks up his pace, teeth gritting at the beautiful, loud smacks of his pelvis against your skin. 

“fuck, fuck!” you scream, head tempting to fall limp, but yoichi’s hand keeps it steady upright, “gonna make me fucking come–”

“just from my cock alone?” he smirks. “god, baby, your pussy loves me so much.” you're drooling all over his hands, cheeks flushed as you near falling apart for the second time. you bite down on his finger as he hits your sweet spot perfectly, cunt squeezing his cock with need. “you about to come, baby?” he coos, “can feel you getting so fucking wet f’me.”

“i–i’m so close,” you huff, sweaty strands of hair falling in front of your face. you groan as his veiny shaft glides across your g-spot, legs shaking as you begin to fall apart for him.

“good girl,” yoichi praises, “let me feel you.” you release all of your sweet juices with a long blissful hum, ass moving to meet him halfway as you desperately throw yourself back onto him.

yoichi’s breaths fall short as you continuously clench around him through your orgasm. “gonna fill up this pretty little cunt,” he bites down on his lip and chokes out a moan as he releases hot ropes of white into your warm walls. “yeah, take it just like that,” he gasps, hips stuttering as his thrusts begin to slow, “god, you’re so fucking good to me.”

he collapses onto your back, your body still shaking violently as the sweetest, prettiest whimpers sneak past your lips. yoichi plants soft kisses along your spine before gently removing himself from you and helping you to sit down on the bench.

your fucked-out face is the prettiest sight he’s ever seen in his life. he moves in closer and kisses you gentle and slow for a while, tongue sliding into your mouth in the most comforting way.

he smiles down at you proudly as he leans back up, full with every bit of deserved confidence from how good he just fucked you.

then, he remembered it wasn’t stopping there. he looks at kaiser, face still full of arrogance, as he just silently steps away to make space for him.

kaiser swallows hard, slowly approaching you. he was so sure of himself before, but now? after watching the way yoichi fucked you into next week, he wasn’t anymore. 

“k–kai,” the way you whine his name and how you’re looking at him, so dazed and needy, sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. if he wasn’t hard enough before, fuck, he was now. 

“what do you need, sweetheart?” he thrums softly like he isn’t about to break you, “does your sweet little pussy need my cock, hm?” you nod, lips slightly in a pout as you immediately open your legs for him. his breath hitches in his throat with how compliant you are. “fuck, you’re such a good girl, already knowing just what to do.”

you stare at his thick girth once it’s in view, salivating at the thought of him being inside of you again. yoichi stiffens, because he notices, but doesn’t step in to stop it. he agreed to this. he was too deep into his ego to let it go. he needed to prove he was better than your ex. 

your breaths are uneven as kaiser slides into you, his long length bottoming you out instantly. you're already whimpering from the sensitivity as you throb around him.

“ah– shit,” you hiss, “you feel so g–good.”

“yeah?” kaiser thrusts deeper and harder and you yelp, “you missed me?”

you don’t want to say yes, but your mouth moves before your mind can stop you. “fuck, yeah.”

yoichi’s heart tugs from your words, but not from jealousy– humiliation. and he loved it. he loved the sickening feeling it gave him. he loved the thought of sharing you to destroy himself. this situation opened his eyes to how vanilla your sex life actually was; showed him all of the crazy, kinky, suppressed desires he had dormant that just needed the perfect moment to manifest. fuck, there was no way things could go back to that after this. 

you let out the prettiest cry, “harder, kai,” and kaiser can’t do anything but listen to your plea.

he picks you up by your waist and presses you up against the lockers with a loud slam, thrusting into your greedy hole with resolve. he bites your jaw, running his wet tongue across your skin with every unforgiving thrust of his hips into yours.

“fuck,” kaiser growls, “you’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart.”

“keep go– shit, right there,” you gasp, “right fucking there!”

kaiser moves faster, his moans competing with yours. “you hear that yoichi?” he taunts, “hear how loud she’s getting for me?”

yoichi can’t help himself as he grips his leaky cock and fists it to the sight of your ex wrecking you. “fill her up, kai,” he huffs, throat cracking. he looks down for a moment to see his wet, creamy shaft coat his hand and groans. he felt like he was being used right then, and he loved every second of it. “shit,” he hisses, head falling back against the wall as he continues watching you two through his droopy eyelids. “give it to her,” he adds, “ruin her fucking cunt f’me.”

kaiser obliges. it seemed like he actually enjoyed taking orders.

“ah, fuck!” you cry, nails digging into his spine as your wrap your arms around him. your eyes roll as you feel him pound into your stomach. “i’m gonna fucking come!”

kaiser growls as he feels you start to spill all over him, grip on your ass growing firmer with each deep thrust. “just so you know, yoichi,” he huffs breathlessly, pulsing inside of your walls, “i can make her come with just my cock, too.”

he spurts his hot seed into your hole as you finally let go, allowing all of your sweet slick to drip out of you and all over him. you hear yoichi moan loudly, cursing under his breath as he comes onto his fist.

kaiser’s panting into the crook of your neck as he comes to a still, your arms still wrapped around him for leverage. he gently removes himself from you and sits you down on the bench again, permitting you time to pull yourself together.

the room reeks of sweat, sex, and unspoken secrets as the three of you quietly calm again. once you do, the rush of dopamine begins to dissipate and reality sets in. you’re all looking between each other, wondering where to go from here. clearly, you still harboured some level of feelings for kaiser and vice versa. yet, it was very obvious that you felt deeply for yoichi, and much more than the latter.

“thank you,” you say to kaiser, “this was probably the best sex i’ve had in a while,” he’s confused for a moment of where the conversation is going. you continue speaking, “but my heart rests with yoichi now.” you send him an apologetic smile.

kaiser’s heart sinks, but not as much as he expects it to. he knew all along that, in the end, your choice would most likely be yoichi. he wasn’t the greatest boyfriend, and no amount of good fucking could make up for that. he lets out a sigh of defeat, but accepts your decision. “yeah,” he laughs deflated, “i kind of figured.”

yoichi wants to one-up him arrogantly about it, but doesn’t, almost feeling bad for the guy. 

back in the apartment, yoichi’s rubbing sweet circles into your plush thighs as you lay together on the couch, watching an episode of your favourite tv series. he plants a kiss onto your neck and you sigh.

“can i ask you something?” you question.

he lifts his head to look down at you. “shoot.”

“why did you agree to earlier?” you ask. “why did you allow me and my ex to fuck, and literally in front of you?”

he laughs at that, but his smile is sincere. “like i said, i have a big fucking ego. i had something i wanted to prove,” he says, “but i also discovered there’s a lot more i’m into that i just never allowed myself to explore.”

“like?”

“humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism– literally everything i didn’t know i wanted until now.”

“hmm,” you think, rolling onto your back so you can look straight at him. “with all of that being said, would you ever want to do something like that again?”

he lifts his brow at you with a smirk. “do you?”

you shrug, “maybe,” then smile wickedly, “but it’d have to be kaiser. only him. i’m not interested in another dick that isn’t yours or his,” you admit, honestly and openly.

Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff

nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.

he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.

"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."

you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.

"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.

"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.

one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.

"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.

"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.

the door suddenly burst open.

"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."

reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.

nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.

"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.

he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.

you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.

reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.

"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"

reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.

"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.

nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.

"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"

you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."

he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."

Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro

rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.

his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.

his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.

"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."

"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.

he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.

"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.

you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"

"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.

the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.

your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.

"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."

your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.

right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.

"sae..?" you gasped in horror.

rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.

sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.

for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.

then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.

"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."

he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.

"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.

without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.

"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."

Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira

isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.

this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.

his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.

"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"

you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.

you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.

"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.

you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.

"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."

isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.

"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.

isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.

"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.

you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.

his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.

"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"

right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.

"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"

bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.

isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"

bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.

"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"

he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a second.

isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.

"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.

you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.

you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.

"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.

you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.

"at least you finally got your first blowjob."

isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."

Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis

chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.

his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.

he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.

"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."

he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.

"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"

he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.

"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.

she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."

you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.

his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"

chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

"it's fine..just leave, please?"

his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."

she rushed out and closed the door behind her.

you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."

chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.

"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"

he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."

"hah—hyo!"

Megruru Bachira — caught by rin

bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.

he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.

"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."

"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.

"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."

his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.

"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.

"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.

your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.

then the door slammed open.

"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.

bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.

"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.

rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."

you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.

bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"

"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."

he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."

"ah! meg wait—"

you gasp at the sharp sting against your chest.

lightening. from his fingertips.

“i didn’t tell you to stop, sweetheart. you don’t get to stop until i punish you properly.” he tilts his head. “now, should i make you count?”

he’s still angry, but not unfair. zuko soothes the sting with his mouth, lips pressing and suctioning and lingering where the heat blooms, easing it with slow, careful attention from his hot tongue— the way he does to your achy cunt on the days of your period where your cramps hurt the most.

then, he does it again. lets a spark flicker against the flesh of your ass, clit, and chest again and again until you’re trembling against him, unable to keep yourself upright.

relentless and ruthless and so, so, so in love with you.

“i’m sorry, zuko. won’t ever do it again.”

“i know you are, baby. but i can’t forgive you just yet.”

“wh-what can i do to make you feel better?”

he pauses, thoughts drifting once more as he begins to picture you warm and glowing, a soft hand resting over the gentle curve of your stomach. that’s all he’s been thinking about, really. in meetings and missions, at night when he’s got an arm slung over your tummy as you sleep.

what it would be like for you to bear his children.

you have always been so patient, so natural with aang’s son bumi, and the image lingers longer than he expects. he can’t fathom anyone else standing beside him, anyone else he would trust with something as important as having his heir, something that felt like a future he once never thought he’d have.

(and it’d give him all the more right to be fussy and obsessive about your safety. to keep you in his palace and in his line of sight at all times.

to tie you to him for eternity and more.)

“a baby.” he quickens his pace, rough hands glued to your hips, now full on slamming into you. he’s delirious with want, the animalistic need to mark you and solidify your position as lady of this land once and for all. “give me a— fuuuck— baby. i want an heir, princess.”

“ah—! ah—! zuko, slow down! a wh-what? a-a baby?”

“yes. need you bred and pregnant by the end of the week— no— by tonight. that’s an order.” he jests, but there’s a heavy glint in his eye. your walls flutter at his words. “and i think this pretty cunt agrees with me.”

a vow. you would bare his child at once.

“o-of course, zuko.”

“then we can’t have the water washing away my cum now can we? gotta make sure it takes.” he presses a kiss to the side of your head, slow and lingering. then his teeth catch lightly on the ribbon, tugging it loose before he pulls it away from your face, letting it fall as he finally looks at you again.

he grips your ass. makes a move to stand, cock still buried to the hilt of your quivering pussy. you instinctively tighten around him, grappling at the expanse of his muscular figure.

“missed you so much.” you sigh, nuzzling into his face and nipping at his scar. he breathes in your scent. agonizes over the fact that you’d smell so much sweeter once you’re full of milk and spiritual energy. “wan’ a baby with you too, zuko. been wanting one for so long.”

he begins fucking upwards again, letting gravity drag you down his girthy length. “why didn’t you say so before, petal?”

“you were so busy with nation affairs and. . . with everything you’ve been through.” you bite your lip. “and we cannot guarantee our first born would inherit fire-bending.”

he chuckles. his sweet, thoughtful girl. “all the more reason to have one, flower. or many. it would strengthen the throne— strengthen foreign alliances— regardless if the fire lord can bend fire or not. and it would heal my past wounds in ways that you can’t even imagine. to see you and watch you be the most amazing mother to our children. . .” he groans as he feels himself drawing close.

you moan at his words, at the weight of him inside you and what this meant. “i’m so close, zuko. wanna feel you fill me. wanna give you a baby. make you a good father, too.”

his hips falter for a moment, breath catching. your arms wind around his neck, pulling him down as your lips meet his in a rushed, desperate kiss, the kind that says more than either of you can put into words as zuko leans into you without hesitation. he cums with a moan into your mouth, his semen coating your guts in long, endless spills. he feels your slick envelope him, walls milking him for everything he has.

“i love you.” he whispers into the crown of your head. “what an honor it’d be to start this new chapter with you.”

you can only smile against his chest, eyes drifting closed as sleep slowly takes you. you trust that he’ll always make sure you’re clean and ready for bed, wrapped safely in his arms.

your dreams blur soft and warm, filled with him, with the quiet image of zuko standing tall, a smaller version of him clutching the front of his robes as he holds them close, steady and sure like everything you’ve come to find in him.

you gasp dramatically, a smile sliding onto your face, “yes i do,” stretching your arms out for isagi’s shoulders and he’s like fresh bread dough the way he moulds into your desires. the way he drags his body down to press his lips to your pouty ones. then another peck and another. his hand slides to your cheek to hold you closer and he tries to stuff his tongue inside your mouth. you laugh into the kiss.

“okay, okay!” you push him away and he’s still smiling at you, “gimme the bag, i wanna see.”

he plops the bag by your thigh and crosses his arms to study you. watching your reactions to his gifts lights something up inside of him.

you recognise the brand instantly, a luxury lingerie one that’s completely in your boyfriend’s price range. they have beautiful pieces, a few you own, courtesy of him but usually you send him the link. this is the first time he’s gone out of his way to get you some.

you sink your hands into the bag, fingers finding a box. you pull it out, placing it in your lap.

“ooo, lingerie. someone wants to get lucky,” you tease and isagi only lightly shrugs, looming over you to see the piece in your hands.

you slide the box off and the two piece set is there.

it’s beautiful.

you rub the lace material between the tips of your fingers. the mesh bra cups and the tiny panties. the material is soft, smooth and the detailing is so intricate that you can’t ever argue the cost.

you gasp, teeth in your bottom lip, “it’s so pretty ‘ichi.”

it’s only when you hold it up, you realise exactly why he bought it.

your boyfriend’s big denim blue eyes stare back at you, glossy with lust like you’re already wearing the lingerie.

“i saw it through the window when i went out to get new boot socks,” he rubs under his nose, “made me think of you.”

your smile grows slowly on your face, “are you sure it made you think of me?”

he frowns, “yeah? who else?”

you don’t miss the bloom of red on his cheeks, he’s adorable. “maybe because it matches your eyes. exactly.”

isagi puffs out his cheeks, looking away from you and laugher bubbles out your lungs. you pull him closer to you by his thighs so he’s standing right in front of you.

“yoichi.”

“yeah, i did,” he throws his hands up in confession, “and blue looks good on you anyway. on us.”

you look back down at the set, checking the labels and finding he got your sizes correct. pervert.

“how about i show you how good it looks on me? i can sit right by your eyes to see how it matches.” you purr and immediately his hand finds your chin. he’s already turned on without you wearing it.

he hums, nodding, “put it on for me, baby. wanna touch you in it.”

you try to stand, pushing him out the way when he whines, “where are you going? change here.”

“no fair, pretty thing.” he mumbles underneath his breath as he sends you a cute little emoticon back, signature little :x face that only seems to spur you on as you send another — fingers resting between your thighs as you sink into the comfy sheets of his bed.

sei <3 : such a pain, know i can’t touch you yet.

nagi types back quickly as the thick muscles in his legs spread, readjusting the suddenly restrictive fabric before he’s sending you a quick, lazy selfie back. the snowy peaks of his bangs are messy and slightly wet with sweat as it falls over his sleepy, lidded gaze but the want is apparent in his features despite the cute pout he wears. like a silent little plea not to go too far without him, having to leave you in bed without him was so bothersome already.

but just as you reply with a little but i miss you, sei he almost jolts when reo calls his name back onto the pitch — trying to settle his own heavy breathes and the racing of his heart as he allows himself another quick look at the pretty photos you sent him. but maybe if he scored five more goals they’d let him off early, he’d score ten if it got him home fast enough to feel the press of your skin under his palms and the hug of your body against his as he types out a quick reply, suddenly driven and motivated after his little break.

sei <3 : hey, come on. gotta wait for me, angel.

✩ ˛˚ . BACHIRA MEGURU

normally it was bachira randomly sending you nudes throughout his day, after workout selfies or just random photos of himself where you can see him naked in the mirrors dotted around the locker room in the background. but today, you wanted to be the one to catch him off guard — knowing practice has ended and he was probably getting ready to come home already.

are you done practice, bachi? your little message reads and he’s already grinning as he types out a reply before it’s followed by a photo of your pretty pussy, folds spread and already wet like you’re luring him home. he giggles before he almost moans, so fucking shameless as the rest of the team still clear out their things after their shower.

but it’s almost perfectly timed with the way bachira’s just finished washing himself off, letting his towel fall and pool around his feet before he’s walking back into the showers — the last of his teammates clearing out and thankfully missing the way he’s already rock hard because of you.

bachi <3 : you’re so cute, baby. lemme see a lil more, m’kay?

“mhm— so mean teasing me~” he sings to himself as he gives his cock a few slow strokes, whimpering before he’s taking a quick selfie in the fogged up mirror in the locker room. his hair is messy and his smirk is smug, but even through the hazed glass you can still see the length of him.

but bachira fucking throbs when his own photo is immediately followed by another from you, your fingers deliberately pressing against the intimate skin between your thighs — so he can’t see the way your swollen clit is probably yearning for him to bathe it in needy lavs and rolls of his tongue before he’s closing his lips around it and suckling languidly. but he knows just how to get what he wants.

bachi <3 : 1 new attachment.

the video is short but just enough for you to see the way he’s angled the camera above him, letting you see the way his pretty abdomen twitches with every needy squeeze of his fist around the sensitive glands of his cock as he pants. his amber gaze is narrowed and focused on the camera as his next moan stretches into another cheeky smirk. “come on, baby. touch it a lil for me, mhm.. lemme see it— please~”

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI SAE

you should’ve known better, sae taught you better than to tease him while he was at practice — he was already so unforgiving on the pitch that the last thing he needed was something to make him even more frustrated. so his fingers twitch into the side of his phone when the first notification he opens during break is you still lying in his sheets, wearing nothing but the fabric of the comforter over your body.

he knows you’re bare because that’s how he left you — he’d spent all night with his bare chest pressed against yours after he’d lost himself in the tight hug of your cunt before bed. he’d basically fucked you to sleep despite the soft, chaste kiss he’d pressed to your temple before he left — a contrast to the carnal desire his rough pace held lastnight. but this is how you thank him?

sae <3 : what do you think you’re doing?

sae’s reply is sharp despite the way he finds himself taking another look at the photo, letting his sharp gaze crawl along the exposed skin of your collarbones and shoulders before it falls to where the blanket just hides your tits. he already feels so wound up, so eager to get this practice done and over so he can remind you to behave.

but then you reply once more with a cute, sleepy looking selfie and it’s insane the way he wants to ruin you — to have your drowsy lidded gaze decorated with tears as he reads your little i just woke up! how’s practice? his cock throbs and he can almost hear the dreamy lull your voice would take with the innocent little question, he wishes he could’ve kissed you awake and let you feel just what you do to him before he left — maybe then you’d be good for him.

sae <3 : so you woke up and decided to tease me, hm?

sae’s next text is driven by the sudden weight of his cock in his uniform and the way desire twists in his abdomen — he’s pretty sure his aura has changed completely, to something darker as he watches the manager hesitate to tell him break is over even if for a second when it brings his sharp gaze away from his phone.

another vibration of his phone against his palm and he knows you’re gonna pay for this when the next notification is you having pushed down the comforter — letting him finally take in the shape of your tits that are still littered in the marks and bites he decorated them in last night. he stretches out the ache in his neck before he offers you another final reply as he burns the image into his mind, tense as he swallows roughly and returns to the pitch.

sae <3 : i’ll deal with you when i’m home, sweetheart. behave until then.

✩ ˛˚ . ITOSHI RIN

you always thought it was amusing to tease rin, maybe it was the way he tried so desperately to hold down his need for you — to pretend you didn’t have as much of an effect on him as you actually do. you were his and although you knew how seriously he took practices you always thought it was fun to get him a little more riled up — maybe because he always made sure to fuck you into the mattress when he got home.

you always know he’s on break because he always makes sure to text you, wondering if you’re awake or if you’re still in bed but today you’d woken up as he’d left, already missing the hug of your huge boyfriends frame around your figure and the press of his cock into your lower back.

so you only think you’re being considerate, like an offer to help him out with the frustration he’s probably still swallowing down at practice. it’s instantaneous, the way rin’s gaze turns darker when he gets the first glimpse of your body in the photo you send him — his sheets tangled between your legs as his shirt rides up your body to reveal the curve of your tits and swell of your ass underneath.

rinnie <3 : what’re you trying to do? anyone could’ve seen this.

his jaw is clenched tight as he types out a reply, gritting his teeth as his pretty features drop into a frown — you’d think he was mad, he is — mostly because he can feel the dangerous throb in his cock that’s already straining against his practice shorts. he almost growls at your ‘innocent’ little reply that only consists of a good morning rinnie <3 followed by another, lewder angle as your drool worthy thighs spread.

rinnie <3 : i don’t like people seeing what’s mine.

rinnie <3 : you belong to me.

it’s insane, the effect you have on his well trained body — it’s almost lukewarm the way he’s unable to control himself, suddenly too warm underneath his clothes and he’ll tear this field apart if it means it gets him home to you faster. he’ll have you crying on the end of his cock as soon as he sinks into you, every snap of his hips making your body tremble — as will your lungs when his hands grab and knead at your body.

i know, i’m yours “fuck—“ rin grits as he feels the heat of his need for you lick at the base of his spine, he feels warm around his shoulders and if he squeezed his phone any harder he’s convinced it would shatter. but he’s so fucking hard, already wound up at the memory of those same words falling from your pouty lips everytime his cock grazes along the sweet spots inside of you, like a hormone-drunken mantra that only pushes him to fuck you deeper, rougher until he’s all you fucking know.

rinnie <3 : this game won’t take long. don’t move until i get home.

✩ ˛˚ . MIKAGE REO

reo was obsessed with you, truly — it was almost impossible for him to leave you alone in the mornings he had practice, finding himself squeezing and palming at your body as he kissed you goodbye. his pretty little girlfriend who felt so perfect under his touch, who was so responsive when he made sure to kiss your tits goodbye too.

so it’s almost encouraged when he’s barely even there yet and his phone vibrates, a smug smirk resting on his lips when the first good morning message he receives is a pretty little photo of your body — nipples probably still wet from his spit as your hands palm at each. he loved the responses he could pull out of you, almost using them as a way to hide just how needy he was for you.

reo <3 : oh? you miss me already, bunny?

reo’s reply is teasing despite the way he has to press his free palm against his cock — repositioning it so the sudden bulge in his sweats wasn’t so obvious considering he still has to change when he gets to practice. but you were pretty, something that was all his and it was perfect — especially when his text is accompanied by another with your hand pressed between your thighs with a lil mhm, need you back.

reo <3 : you gonna let me spoil you when i get home, yeah? ‘s that what you want?

fuck— he’d let you devour him, to let you use him for your own selfish needs as you lure him between your legs, your hands twisting in his hair as you grind and smear your pussy along his mouth. yeah, doesn’t feel as good when it’s not you. you reply and he smirks, smug as his cock twitches in his sweats, pre-cum smearing along the dampening fabric as he covers his face with his palm.

reo <3 : you can do better than that, bunny. think you can hold out?

he hopes he can, reo wants nothing more than to turn around the car and come back to you — to cover you in even more marks and brands, so everyone knows that you’re his pretty little possession. he knows he can’t but you’ll wait for him, he’s unintentionally broken you that way, spoiling you in the pleasure that only he can give you as you type out another little mhm, hurry though :( followed by a short little video of your fingers sinking into your walls, wishing it was his.

reo <3 : how ‘bout you lemme see more then? wanna see what’s waiting at home for me.

Post the incredible defeat of the Japanese U20 by Bluelock, Bluelock itself launched into reality TV and challenged U20 teams across the globe in order to hone their members' talents. In addition to the rigorous training and plenty of conflicts were a group of players informed only by their ego. A withstanding hunger to win, unlike anything the country had seen before. 

Isagi Yoichi became the face of that ego. In less than a year, he fulfilled his promise at the U20 World Cup and landed a final crushing blow - putting Japan at the face of soccer for the first time in decades. 

Of course, he wasn’t the only one. Despite Bluelocks philosophy, soccer is a team sport meaning there’s more than one face worthy of note. All of the players were talented with an almost equal spotlight in media and often took to interviewing together for the sake of publicity. It’d take an idiot not to notice that the Bluelock players were a cut above the rest though. 

Whatever happened before the reality show set air created players unlike anything you’ve ever seen. As someone who only considers yourself a casual soccer fan at best, your own interest in Bluelock came as something of a surprise. 

For better or for worse, you saw Yoichi Isagi everywhere. On the labels of sports drinks, on cardboard cutouts in front of equipment shops, on posters in bars, or on your kid brother's bedroom walls. 

Through his media presence, you often felt he was unreadable. Likable, awkwardly charismatic, sometimes even playful. 

But there was always something else there. In the way he spoke about soccer or about becoming the greatest striker in the world. You thought everyone got the same vibe. 

But whenever you asked, “Hey, don’t you think that guys…kinda weird?” 

You were met with the same dismissive laugh. Aren’t all celebrities weird? or Isagi’s the most normal on his team, though. 

It always left you doubtful. Maybe you were misreading it after all. He did seem nice. Him being weird didn’t mean he was bad, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t get your mind off of.

It wasn’t about his play style or even related to soccer. There’s already plenty of analysis on that. In terms of game intelligence, he’s ranked exceptionally high. Fantastic spatial awareness. Average build and height but incredible stamina in order to be up to standard. But whatever you felt when you watched him couldn’t really be summed up by any of that, because there was often no reason to look at him above the rest. 

It felt like a clever trick of the universe that you’d end up encountering him in the wild. That you’d go so far as to have him as your boyfriend and that you actually like him. 

It was only because of that you could assert it so firmly, he’s a freak of nature among all else. A perfect fit for the demons on the Japanese National Team, a perfect descendant of Bluelock. 

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The first time you met Isagi wasn’t worthy of note. Your first truly important memory together was his confession to you, months later. 

It happens in a tunnel in Shinjuku. A place you wouldn’t normally find yourself in. It’s not often you travel to Tokyo. You’re only here because you came to watch Isagi’s game, and Isagi told you Shinjuku is a fun place to explore. 

He goes where the wind takes him, and you follow him in earnest. He said he found this place a little earlier with Bachira. The deeper you go, the darker it gets - and as a consolation, he tugs you along by your sleeve so you don’t get lost. 

Somehow, after threading through different streets, you stop at what looks like an abandoned tunnel. There’s a little more light down here, but you can tell it’s not really a place where you should be trespassing. He seems non-plussed, a familiar smile on his face that has you following him anyway. You listen when he tells you to watch your step. 

The sun hasn’t set completely, the world painted in a vibrant shade of blue. It’s cold, the early Autumn season has you tucking your chin into your hoodie to keep warm. 

But you get down to where Isagi wants to show you. A place full of concrete and overgrown leaves that could only exist somewhere like Shinjuku. It’s dark, but all the lights of the streets pour down through different cracks. Just enough that you can still see Isagi’s face illuminated in it, something that makes your stomach twist. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you smile when he turns back to look at you. 

“It’s in here,” He says, excitement bursting in his voice “Come on,”

You follow him into a tunnel, the walls around you both in a circular arch. You can’t see anything like that. But Isagi comes to your rescue, phone in hand. He turns the flashlight on as high as it can go. 

All over the walls is artwork. Graffiti art, but art all the same. Particularly, flowers. They’re beautiful and vibrant, strangely detailed for street art - colored in bright shades of fuchsia, purple, yellow, and green. Everything is outlined in black, and there are tags hidden between leaves and in the empty space.

It’s beautiful. Beautiful in the way you find things beautiful, the messy coloring and hard lines. Done in a style Isagi knows you like, his flashlight shining up to give you a better view. With your jaw agape, you nearly forget who’s next to you until you hear his footsteps echo behind you. 

His presence is comforting. A familiar but unfamiliar person, when you look back you can see him looking at you. 

“It’s nice, right? Seemed like something you’d like,” 

“We’re trespassing,” You say first, drowned by an emotion you can’t name “You’re a big-time athlete and we’re trespassing in a tunnel so you can show me art you thought I’d like. Ridiculous,” 

Isagi shrugs sheepishly.

“We’ll be fine. You like it?” 

He’s unbelievable. 

“Of course I like it,” 

“Nice. I knew you would.” 

There’s a brief, silent moment where you’re too overwhelmed to say anything nice. You kind of want to shake the guy by the shoulders, to say something about how you’ve spent the last few months spending frivolous amounts of time with him. You want to say a lot of things. That he’s sincerely a weird guy, and you think he should cut his hair soon, and that you still have the piece of paper he wrote his number down on from those months ago. 

But nothing really comes out as you stare at him and he stares back at you. His eyes are deep and blue but shiny. Visible even in the darkness, you let your gaze linger on his face. 

“I’m glad Bachira forced me to give you my number,” He says, all at once.

“So that’s what happened,” You say with a laugh, hands in your pockets “That’s why the numbers are so shaky. Were you nervous?” 

“Yeah,” He says honestly “I couldn’t remember the last time I even interacted with a girl. I didn’t even have friends who were girls in high school.” 

“Did girls scare you?” 

“Ah, a little.” 

“Do I scare you?” You ask, cheeky. Interested because even until now, you can’t tell how Isagi really sees you. 

“You don’t scare me,” He concludes, head in the clouds. He glances down at you “But uh, I guess it’s weird.” 

You give him a look, curious for his explanation. 

“Hm. It’s like soccer.” 

“Don’t compare me to soccer, jackass.” 

“I don’t have anything else to compare it to,” He says defensively, pushing his bangs back but not refuting you “It’s not that I’m scared of you. It’s a me thing.” 

“I’ll let you use soccer to explain just this once,” 

“Uh… it’s still pretty hard. I guess it’s just intense,” 

“What is?” 

“Liking you,” He says easily, before catching himself and having his eyes widen. You freeze, then grin. 

“Oh?” 

He covers a face with his hand. He’s so embarrassed he’s pink, but it suits him. You feel your heart do a nasty flutter. No matter how smug you pretend to be, seeing him like that leaves you nervous too. 

“It was supposed to be a lot cooler than that,” He admits halfway through a sigh. You giggle. 

“Is that why you brought me here?” 

He looks away and you laugh. 

“Mm, fine. No prying. Finish your thought first.” 

“It probably wouldn’t make any sense unless you were in my head. But sometimes it’s like—I didn’t know I was capable of something like that until it happens.” 

“You thought you’d never have a girlfriend?” 

“I thought it would feel different than how it does,” He tells you, looking at your face “I thought liking someone would be less complicated I guess,” 

“Why would it be complicated, though?” 

“I always thought it’d make me nicer,” 

It’s a sentence you feel in your whole body He’s like this sometimes. Not normally around you. On the field, you see it all the time. Moments where he becomes unreachable, that look in his eyes that you can spot from miles away - intensely focused and oddly serious. You know Isagi is the best, believe his word about being the best striker in the world. 

The emotion behind that makes him strange.

“It didn’t make you nicer?” 

He tilts his head to one side. For the first time, he’s really looking at you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this way. He’s sweet already. Nice, already. He’s gentler than every other athlete guy you’ve ever met, uncharacteristically kind. His other qualities are limited to when he’s playing. 

Right now, he’s looking at you and only you. And he’s right, it doesn’t seem very nice. 

“I really thought it would.”

He doesn’t offer you any more explanation than that before he goes back to his normal self. His expression softens and his eyes open up and he’s back to looking all friendly again. You’re not mad at that, of course not. But your curiosity remains, and you leave the door open for whenever you see that again. 

“...You like me back right?” 

You smile to yourself. He’s really, really something else. You reach your hand out and only grab his pinky finger to hold. His hands are bigger than you thought they’d be but warm all the same. His eyes widen as he looks between you, your heart thudding in your chest. 

“What if I said no?” 

“I’d never come back to Japan,” He says seriously. 

“Shut up. You better come see your girlfriend.” 

“Nice,” He says, pushing a breath out of his lungs he’d been holding “I can’t believe I got a girlfriend before Kunigami.” 

“You’re so stupid.” 

“It’s cause I didn’t finish high school,” 

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Long distance with Isagi isn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. Of course, it’d be better to see him in person. It’s just that he texts you so often it doesn’t feel like you’re that far apart. 

You like opening your phone to his flood of text messages. It’s always the same with him. Pictures of whatever he’s eating that day, sleeping teammates, and sweaty post-workout pictures that are definitely thirst traps but probably not on purpose. 

Your relationship feels like a friendship but not in a bad way. Just that Isagi has a strangely innocent way of approaching you, that always reads like a guy who’s never been in a relationship before. 

You know for a fact Isagi is not innocent, mostly because you knew him before you were dating. Before you were even crushing each other in which a raunchy joke left his mouth, dirty to the point you had to smack him for indecency. You know he’s not innocent because he doesn’t even bat an eye when Shidou is going on and on about having sex with a goalpost or whatever he’s talking about. 

But Isagi treats you like he’s an angel. Exceptionally polite, and exceptionally clean. Even when you tease him he’s censoring himself, diverting the conversation but not in a way that offends you. 

Sometimes you catch him looking. That’s the reason it doesn’t bother you mostly. Sometimes, and just sometimes - you see him stare at you. Shirts that make your chest stick out, or shorts that ride too high on your legs. It’s hardly on purpose, but it happens. Isagi will call you before you get ready to run errands and in the process of getting dressed, he sees a sliver of skin he’s not really supposed to see. 

Even through a screen and phone speakers, you can hear the soft hitch of his breath. When you’re both supposed to be doing your own thing, you’ll turn to see his eyes fixed on you when he thinks you’re looking away. 

You always look away quick enough that he can keep staring. He’s a bit of a voyeur, you learn.  

Today, your facetime call is more innocent than that. It’s about 2 weeks out before Isagi returns to Japan with the intent to stay there. Only 2 more weeks of long-distance until he’s home for good and you get to experience normal relationship stuff. 

He’s set up on your counter while you make dinner. He looks tired but he insisted on calling. In a hotel room, he’s laying back in a sea of white sheets. His dark hair mussed on his pillowcase, blue eyes lidded. 

“What’re you making?” He asks, voice thick with exhaustion. You glance at him, using your knife to smash the clove of garlic down on the cutting board. 

“Chili garlic noodles,” You say simply. He groans. 

“Ah…it sounds good. Our nutrition coach is so strict,” He whines, laying on his stomach “I want to eat meat,” 

“I’ll grill you some when you get home,” You say smoothly. 

“Promise?” He mumbles. You chuckle, looking at him for a minute. 

“Yes, I promise. Come home soon.” 

He rubs his cheek into his pillow, frowning. 

“Soon, soon,” He repeats softly, then a little quieter “...I miss you.” 

This comes as a surprise. You give him a look, a shade of pink running up his back to the tips of his ears. You giggle. 

“That’s the sappiest thing you’ve said for the last 6 months,” 

“...Ah, seriously?” 

“It definitely is,” You say without looking up, chopping the garlic fine carefully “No one would guess we’re dating if they heard us talk.” 

“It’s not on purpose, it’s just—well. I don’t know, ‘s kinda embarrassing.” 

“You’re a perfect gentleman though, Isagi. Don’t fret,” 

“That makes me feel way worse,” He complains lightly. This makes you laugh for so long you have to put down your knife just to hold your stomach. When you’re done, he’s smiling at you. He’s so handsome it catches you off-guard. 

“You’re surprisingly timid. When I watch you play, you seem like a completely different person..” 

“...You watch me play?” 

“I liked you as a player before we started dating, stupid.” 

This catches his interest, ears perking up. 

“...So what do you think of me as a player?” 

You pour the chopped garlic into the bowl with the chili and other ingredients, turning the stove on to heat oil to pour on top of it. He stares at you wide-eyed. 

“You’re basically a genius as a player. You’re a really good striker, and your physicality has improved a lot since you’ve been on the national team but your predictions set you apart from the rest.” You say without thinking much of it. It’s not intended to be a compliment, but an evaluation. Isagi really is just that good “I think you’ll become the best and I like seeing you play.” 

After that, he’s silent for a while. When you notice, you finally look up from your task to see him grinning from ear to ear. 

“Ah… I’m so happy. What do I do? I could die happy right now.” 

“Jeez.” 

“Thank you, you’re the best. Ahhh… I have to become the best for real. I mean I had to before, but now I really have to.” 

Before you get a chance to interject, a chorus of noise comes from the other side of the line. Your eyes snap up to where you find Isagi whose expression has immediately faltered. You don’t speak as you watch him sit up, face twisted into a look of apology. You give him a sweet smile that makes him relax a little.

There’s too much conversation for you to hear what they’re saying, seems like they’re just talking about their schedule. You tune out for the time being. Or you try too.

“Woah, woah—Isagi you’re talking to your girlfriend aren’t you?” A voice pipes up. A voice you know as Bachira. You’ve only ever spoken to him twice.

Isagi is always weird about letting you meet his teammates. You can’t pinpoint a reason for why, but you respect it either way. Of them though, he does sometimes let Bachira talk to you after a bit of pestering before shoving him away. 

Before you know what’s happening, you see a bunch of chaos on screen like you’re being snatched out of Isagi’s hand. You can hear his voice in the back, suddenly fainter. It sounds like he’s cussing but the other noise drowns him out. 

You end up in Bachira’s hands. Next to him is Chigiri, Nagi, Gagamaru and Rin. You know them as team members, but you’ve never officially met them as  Isagi’s girlfriend. Put on the spot, you give them a polite bow as they stare at you. 

“Uh,” You say awkwardly, raising your hand up to wave “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. And  hi again, Bachira.” 

“Hehe, hi!” 

“Nice to meet you,” Chigiri says first. Nagi follows with a polite wave, as does Gagamaru. Rin gives you a nod but doesn’t say a word aside from that. 

“So you’re Isagi’s girlfriend huh,” Nagi starts, looking at you curiously “I thought he was making it up.” 

“Right,”  Chigiri confirms, giving you a once over. You feel awkward “Isagi is pretty private about it.” 

This catches your interest. 

“Isagi is?” 

“We’ve never even seen a picture of you until just now,” Gagamaru confirms. You can’t contain your surprise. 

“Oh. Huh.” 

“Do you know us, though?” 

“Oh, uh, yeah. As players though, not as Isagi’s friends.” 

“...You’re a fan?” The ever silent Rin says. It startles a little before you smile, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. 

“I am. Have been since your game with the U20 league couple of years ago. Was really excited to see everyone together as major players on the national team. And congrats on your recent win against the Belgium National Team!” You say cheerily. 

Surprisingly all of them get a little embarrassed, aside from Nagi who seems a little smug about the whole thing. They all give their thanks, once again other than Rin. 

“I see why Isagi was trying to hide you,” Chigiri says first. You tilt your head in confusion. 

“Isagi is so stingy,” Bachira says, nodding his head. You have no idea what they’re on about so you simply say nothing and keep constructing your dinner. 

Before you can say anymore, you’re once again snatched from somebodies hands. This time though, you can hear your boyfriend speaking. His hand is cupped over the speaker so it’s muffled, but you can hear him faintly. He sounds like he’s cursing them over something. You can’t tell what. 

When you turn to see his face, he looks agitated. Just barely there, but there still. You stand still as he walks off somewhere else, the noise of his teammate dying out as he goes into some room. You have no idea where but there’s, at the very least, a bit more privacy in it. 

“Ah,” You say, as he comes into camera view again “Hi,” 

He has that look on his face. The one you can’t really name, that’s oddly intense for a reason you don’t understand. It relaxes a little when he focuses on you, just barely. You give him a warm smile, leaning on your counter. 

“Sorry about them.” He says seriously. 

“Don’t be. They seem nice and I have to meet your friends eventually.” 

“Ignore them, seriously. They’re dumbasses.” 

It’s rare to hear him speak so crassly. You can feel the odd energy around him, surrounding him like a cloud of smoke. You should probably tell him it’s fine, but your curiosity is peaked by his reaction. Like poking a sleeping bear, you’re fascinated by an angry Isagi. It’d be good if he could be more honest with his feelings. 

“They thought you were lying about me. Apparently, they didn’t even know what I looked like.” 

“It’s not really their business.” 

Interesting. You think Isagi is interesting at times like this. 

“I didn’t know you were territorial, Isagi.” 

You intend to say it as a joke, but a single look at him confirms it. Isagi is just so nice it's hard to believe. Instead of replying, he sighs.

“I miss you,”

“Mhm. I miss my boyfriend too, very much.” 

He relaxes, his threatening aura disappearing just slightly. 

“Your who?” 

“My boyfriend, Yoichi Isagi. Best striker in the world and smartest player ever, do you know him?” 

Isagi grins before giggling, face going flush again. Back to his usual self. 

“Think I might.” 

__

Isagi came back to Japan over two months ago. So far, not much has changed in your relationship. 

The only thing is, you’re determined to make your boyfriend snap. Or at the very least, express his feeling a little more. 

You’ve found yourself doing a lot of initiating in romantic milestones. This doesn’t bother you because after you do, he normally gets more comfortable doing the same. It’s a small price to pay for consistent kisses and bolder handholding. The issue isn’t really that, but the obvious way Isagi is dodging things he clearly wants to do. 

So far you’ve only gone as far as a little making out in your single-bedroom apartment before Isagi’s excusing himself back home or to your bathroom. You’re not trying to pressure the guy but you have this sneaking suspicion the reason he’s stopping isn’t because he doesn’t want to - because on the occasion you’ll get into it, he’ll get into it too. Only after you moan does he freeze and stop altogether - pulling away like he just got soaked with cold water.

And you’ll watch him real-time turn the idea over in his head, the very obvious half mast in his pants that he keeps shifting to cover.

He’s a good, sweet guy so it’s not like you fault him for it. On paper, he’s perfect. Boyish and friendly, with nice hands and a bright smile, unafraid to express himself. He’s intuitive with your emotions - like he has a sensor built in for your different moods. He’s attentive, and his awkward bumbling when trying to be boyfriend-like adds to how much you like him rather than take away from it. 

But now that he’s back and you spend so much time together, the fact he’s holding back a little becomes more and more apparent. You’ve tried to bring it up, and he obviously catches on to what you’re trying to say but feigns ignorance every time. 

Isagi is a strange character. You’ve known that forever, and after nearly 8 months of dating - you think you know what to call it. 

Isagi, even now, doesn’t like how he wants things. 

But it’s different with soccer. You know Isagi to be a terribly unselfish person in his day-to-day life. Even if he bickers or argues with his teammates, he never gets into fights and always gives the last piece to someone else. Soccer is probably the only place he lets himself be anything else, lets himself be a little bit egotistical, or act in self-interest. It’s the exception to his rule of thumb, the lesson beat into him early. 

And you think the way Isagi is, is what’s making him hesitate. You probably can’t say it outright, that it’s fine if he wants to be a little selfish over you or claim you like a possession if he feels like it. It’s even fine if he’s desperate because you like him and anything he does is bound to excite you. So far, confrontation has proved counterproductive so there’s no use in trying again. 

Isagi responds well to pressure, so you’ve resolved yourself into giving him a little push so he gives in. 

It’s a Saturday afternoon and you’re meeting Isagi for a date in an outfit you would consider risky. You stick to your athleisure when you’re out with him because your dates with Isagi are casual - but today you’re going to an art exhibit. The perfect time to show off a little. 

You’ve got on a skirt that rides up when you walk and a top that’s revealing enough to show off parts of your body you’re not normally trying to. For you, it’s risky and you know that means it’s gonna stun your boyfriend quiet. 

No matter what happens, you’ll give Isagi a push in the right direction. 

He’s waiting for you outside of your apartment. Leaning on the decently expensive car he bought when coming back home. You always forget that he really has money, because he normally dresses and acts like he doesn’t.

He’s dressed casually as you’d expected. With a pair of loose-fitting pants and a mildly oversized Nike sweatshirt - he always looks a little soft. He got a haircut from what you can tell, hair no longer blocking his line of sight. You give him a wave as you descend down the front steps of your apartments. 

He looks up from his phone, eyes locked before they widen. Your smile brightens as you approach him. 

“Hi,” You greet, watching with a warm smile as Isagi slides his phone into his pocket. He reaches for your hand, grabbing it but not saying anything with his mouth open. 

“Isagi?” 

“Oh,” He shakes his head like he’s trying to stop thinking something before he focuses back on you “Hi,” 

You giggle as he grabs both of your hands in his. You reach up to cup his face and he nuzzles against your palm before kissing it. Bemused, you stroke your thumb along his skin. 

“You all there?” 

“Yeah, you just—wow. You’re so… wow,” 

“How poetic, Isagi.”

He pouts a little. 

“You look…really nice. Uhm, like pretty and stuff,” 

You lean up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“And you look handsome as always,” 

“Ah, jeez, really?” 

“Really, really. Your haircut looks good.”

He brightens up at the mention of it, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

“I wanted to look a little nicer. I thought about styling it but it looked kinda dumb,”

“It’d look pretty sexy pushed back, I think. I’ll help you with it next time.” 

“S-Sexy?”

“I think you’re pretty sexy, Isagi. I thought you knew that already?” 

When you hint at past activities, Isagi is looking away from you. Hand covering his face - he looks up at the sky with silent resolve. 

“Oh,” 

You put a deliberate hand on his chest when you kiss him properly this time. Feeling him fluster is a tiny victory, his lips are soft like he’s just put chapstick on. 

You deepen it just a little before pulling away entirely, leaving him dazed. It’s going to be a good day if it keeps going in this direction. Still, you decide you’d be better off not pushing your luck and push him away. 

“Ready to go?”

He looks annoyed, not enough that it’s obvious. And not at you. He gives you a half-hearted smile and nods. 

“Ready.” 

__

The art exhibit is unexpectedly fun.

 It’s one of those interactive art exhibits. You only found out after buying the tickets but it was a pleasant surprise. Isagi was probably more excited about it than you were. Surprisingly, he has a soft spot for creative stuff. 

A certifiable film buff, manga enthusiast, and genuine procurer of art - he was ecstatic as soon as you two walked into what felt more like an amusement park than an art gallery. There were several rooms and each of them had different things to mess around with. 

Interactive lights in one, a heatroom that responded to touch and body temperature depending on where you walked, and a room that could read your heartbeat and project the beat onto a heart on one of the walls. 

It felt more like playing in an adult playground than it did an exhibit. It was so fun - you were having a hard time remembering what you were supposed to be doing in the first place. 

The last room in the exhibit is full of climbable structures. You had to take your shoes off before going in. Starting from the center of the room out were large white structures, like a net you could climb into on a massive scale. The material it was made of was sturdy enough to hold up the weight of whoever was in it, but pliable enough that it would stretch and bounce with whatever movement happened within it. 

You’re grateful you came with Isagi to this exhibit on a day when many people weren’t around. There are only a few other people in with the two of you, so you and Isagi have been moving around to your hearts' content. 

Unsurprisingly, Isagi moves through everything with ease. Damn him and his athletic stature, he’s not even tired when you get closer to the top of the exhibit.

He offers to be behind you so you can catch up as a middle ground. You aren’t thinking anything of it when you agree to go before him. 

You dig your heel into the link above you to give yourself some solid foundation to keep moving up. Climbing up like this reminds you of the playground you used to play on when you were young. Taking a deep breath, you let out a little hup as you adjust yourself and get a good distance above. When you reach the height you want, you turn yourself around to lean into the malleable material. 

It adjusts to the shape of your body with ease. Leaning back, your eyes naturally search for Isagi. You stopped actively listening for him behind you, assuming it wouldn’t be hard for him to catch up to you. 

When you turn around, you see Isagi. But, instead of coming up to sit next to you - his head is turned to one side. You can’t see his face clearly but there’s a clear blush tone painted on the apples of his cheeks. He’s standing stiff and still, a single hand reaching for you. 

“Isagi?” 

Your eyes follow the motion of his arm. His fingers pinch the very edge of your skirt, tugging down the material just slightly. You squint, leaning forward to get a closer look at him - balancing yourself so you don’t fall forward. 

“Baby?” 

“Oh, uh,” He won’t look you in the eyes. You can’t figure out why “Sorry.” 

“You feelin’ okay?”

“I’m fine.” He says too quickly. You drop down from where you are to look at him closer and he flinches back. Retracting, you frown. 

“You’re pale and sweaty. You sure you’re okay? It’s okay if you’re not feeling well. I had fun today no matter what.”

“No, no! I’m fine, I swear.” 

“Isagi,” You say, firm but sweet. You grab his hand “Let’s go home.” 

“But it’s—” 

“No buts. C’mon. I’ll invite you in, so let's go.” 

He sighs but doesn’t refute you, hand slipping gently into yours. 

“Okay.” 

__ 

Isagi has been acting weird. 

He hasn’t been able to meet your eyes since you left the art exhibit. The drive home was eerily silent aside from the radio. He did accept your invitation to watch a movie inside, but he’s been sitting on the carpet in your living room with a healthy amount of distance between you two. 

You’d understand if you spent the day messing with him, but the fun of the art exhibit practically ruined your original plans. So really, you’re completely clueless as to why your boyfriend is so stiff. 

You sigh deeply, pouring a glass of water. Placing the pitcher on your kitchen counter, you pad back into the living room to give him the cup.

“Here,” 

“Oh,” He says, not looking up at you “Thank you.” 

This time you’re annoyed. You sit diagonal from him, one leg up with the other one laying flat, the soft furry carpet comfortable. Sighing, you press your chin to your knee. 

“What's wrong with you?” You say bluntly. Isagi snaps his head up to you. 

“Huh?” 

You give him another displeased frown. It’s a little petulant but it’s hard to reach Isagi without using tactics like this. 

“You haven’t looked at me since we left the art exhibit,” You point out. His expression drops, eyes immediately focusing on something else “And you’re being so weird right now. So what’s wrong?” 

“I’m fine.” He insists, a wobbly smile on his face. You give him a flat look. 

“Isagi Yoichi.” 

“Yes, dear?” 

That makes you laugh a little but you don’t give in. 

“Can you please just tell me why you’re acting so weird, hm? Please?” 

His expression becomes even grimmer for a minute before he readjusts. He sits criss-cross, elbows resting on knees while he clasps his hands together. He’s looking forward very seriously, and you don’t know what to expect as you watch him turn something over in his head. 

He leans back this time, pulling up the collar of his sweatshirt to cover his face a bit. 

“I saw…” He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes “I saw under your skirt earlier..” 

You squint before the realization hits you. Oh. Huh. He did pull your skirt down at the exhibit so it was probably riding up and he caught a peek. A little embarrassing, sure, but nothing of note. 

“...So?”

Isagi turns to look at you with wide eyes like you’ve said something unbelievable. You give him a look of confusion before giggling a little. 

“....So??” He parrots, lost.

“Yeah. So. Do you feel guilty or something?” 

He nods meekly. You grin. 

“I mean, were you peeping on purpose?” 

“No, no, of course not. I wouldn’t—” 

His panic has you full-blown giggling. When he realizes you’re not angry, he quiets down. Simply watching you, he takes a deep breath. 

“It’d be fine even if you were, so it’s whatever. Don’t be like that over something so small, I was really worried about it.” 

“It’s not small,” He says firmly. 

“Mm, really? It’s not a big deal to me though. You’re my boyfriend so you’d be the only one seeing my panties, anyway.” 

This makes Isagi choke. You watch him with an amused grin. 

“In fact, you can probably see it while I’m sitting like this too. I’m comfortable with you so I wasn’t thinking about it,” You say, teasing him slightly by spreading your legs “Even if I flashed you, you wouldn’t do anything about it, would you?” 

It’s not something he can refute so he doesn’t. You think it affected him, the slightest bit of frustration on his face. 

“It’s not like I’m not—yknow?” 

“Not what?” 

He rubs the back of his neck. 

“It’s not like I don’t… want to.”

“Oh, I know. I figured but,” You cross your legs this time, delighted by him “I know you won’t.” 

He’s silent for a while after that. You don’t want to pressure him, so you give him a warm smile. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’m sure you have your reasons and for whatever you can’t tell me, so I’m not gonna be mad.” 

He looks like he’s going to cry for a minute there but recollects himself. 

“I’m sorry.” He says lamely. 

“Don’t be. I was planning to seduce you today so in a way, my plans worked out.” 

The shock on his face has you biting back a cackle, choking on his spit. He wipes his mouth, looking at you embarrassed.

“Seduce me?” 

“Mm, I thought a little push might be good for you. But it looks like it had the opposite effect, you’re shaking like a leaf.” 

“It…that’s not true.” He folds his hands in his lap “I’ve never…done this before.” 

“I figured,” You repeat, nonplussed. You were Isagi’s first girlfriend after all “You don’t want to lose it to me, then?” 

“Not that,” He says, pulling his knees up and hugging his knees “I just… feel bad. For looking at you like that.” 

“Ah, I knew it.” You mumble “You feel bad for wanting to fuck me, don’t you?” 

He swallows something in the back of his throat, looking up. 

“It’s different.” 

“You know you’re really easy to read. It’s fine, Isagi. Whatever you want to do is fine. I like you, so it’s fine. Even if it’s gross or really perverted. If I hate something, I would just tell you.”

He looks up at you, riddled with guilt so you sigh. For his sake, you might as well put yourself out a little more. 

Instead of saying anything else, you crawl towards him on your hands and knees. His breath hitches, eyes locked on you. Adjusting so you’re in front of him, you stand on your knees and face him. He looks up at you, starry-eyed and a little afraid. 

You really just want to shake him by the shoulders, but you refrain. 

“Isagi,” You say, voice low and dripping with as much sexual desire as you can muster “Do you wanna see my panties?” 

It should be just the right push. 

His eyes snap down to your legs and thighs, where your manicured hands have the bottom of the skirt gripped in your hands. Two fingers in the tight material, you flutter your lashes at him. He looks shocked, stumbling over the right response before his hands fist at his knees. He looks down then nods hard. 

“Uh...Y-yeah. Yes, I— If that’s okay.,” 

Before he can retract too much, you pull up your skirt over the lower half of your tummy. You’re wearing a matching set, though it wasn’t with this intent. A cool wave of air hits your skin as you hold it up, giving Isagi a clear view. A pair of pretty, lacy panties are clinging to you. They’re thin and sheer, all black and snug. 

His ears are a vibrant red, hands planted at either side of him. 

“You’re looking so hard,” You tease, watching his desperate expression “You’ve never seen a girl's panties before? Or are you like this because they’re mine?” 

He flinches at the latter half of your statement. It’s nice to know he wants you, at least. 

“You like lace?” 

He nods, mesmerized. 

“You can touch,” You say encouragingly, glancing at his stiff posture “Be gentle, ‘kay?” 

His hands shake when he reaches forward. Instead of letting him go in blind, you take a free hand on his hand. The palm of his hand cups the back of your thigh. You let him do as he pleases with the other one. His breathing is so uneven it’s the only thing you can hear. His nimble fingers are hesitant as they reach forward for you. 

But he manages to touch you, a gentle finger against the edge of the fabric. He starts at your hips before traveling downward, lower and lower. He’s so tender, just like you thought he’d be. You feel your heart starting to beat fast at the feeling of his hand, the one on your thigh slowly getting tighter. 

His finger curls in before he’s so slowly touching the seam of your lace panties. Just where you can feel contact, where your pussy is. You’re aching just watching him sate his curiosity, the way he’s observing you making incredibly horny. 

He drags his knuckle down before he’s pressed right against your slit, underneath the cloth. He gasps as he feels it, a low noise slipping past your lips at the contact. 

“You’re.. I-it’s wet.” He says, a tremble in his voice. You smile. Cupping his face in your palms, you lean forward until you’re close to him. He looks so hazy for you. You press your lips to his, deep and soft as the skirt flops over his hand. He hasn’t moved at all, so you rub against his knuckle wantonly. 

“Mhm. I’m wet for you.” 

“For…for me.” He says through a wheeze. 

“Want to see your cock, Isagi.” You practically purr, turned on at his fluster. At him, in general. You hold his gaze while you say it, hand sneaking down to the front of his pants “To feel it. It’s lonely without you.” 

“Holy shit…holy shit.” 

“You wanna see it, right? Wanna see it stretch me out real nice. Don’t you wanna know how it feels?” 

“I want,” His voice is thick with lust to the point it’s unrecognizable. He buries his face against your neck. Your heartbeat thrums “I want to… do what you want.” 

Oh? 

“You’re thoughtful even in bed, is it? You wanna make me cum, Isagi?” 

He groans.

“Oh, please,”

“You’re so sweet. Makes me wanna take your virginity.” 

“Take whatever you want.” He says, rushed. You chuckle. 

“Even your credit cards? Your wallet?” 

“Yeah,” He says easily. 

“Stupid,” You adjust so either of your legs are on either side of Isagis's stretched legs “Kiss me,” 

“Yeah.” He repeats, a little slower. 

This much is familiar to you both. Isagi has gotten good at kissing. Though he normally holds himself back, keeping his hands steady. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body up to his purposefully. Isagi makes a noise of approval as he feels your chest press to his. He hesitates only briefly as he sneaks a hand on your thigh, just above your knee. 

His kisses are warm and familiar.  Your hands tangle in his hair as you urge for him a little deeper, soft locks between your fingers. He likes when you tug at his scalp. His slow nipping kisses deepen until you’re breathing him in.

“Isagi,” You break away, out of breath “Stick your tongue out.” 

He obliges easily. Before he has a chance to question it, you grab his face in your hands again and mirror him. The sudden contact makes his grip on you tighten before he melts into it. Tongue kissing him slow, he finds rhythm with you. You kiss like that for a while, spit and tongue and teeth. Kissing like that is turning you on, so you press your weight down on his body for more contact. 

He’s surprised when he feels you. His eyes open to look at you, but you don’t want to stop kissing him so you leave it. Instead, you hold his gaze as you rub your clothed cunt over the hard-on in his pants. Normally even getting this far is some sort of miracle. 

But right now, Isagi isn’t stopping you at all. It’s a success in your eyes. You can feel him respond to each of your slow grinds. Dragging your hips back and forth, Isagi’s eyes are lidded when he watches you. 

“Mm,” You go harder, your clothed clit catching on the tip of his cock. You can feel how the fabric is soaking underneath you “Isagi. I wanna know how you feel.” 

He pulls back in a pant, eyes closed. His forehead drops onto your shoulder with a soft thud. 

“Feels so good,” He slurs, speechless. He’s so cute. 

“You like when I grind on you?” 

“It’s making me so hard.” He says, voice going high. 

“What do you want, Isagi?” 

“See,” He mumbles, twitching under you “Wanna see.” 

Without another word, you pull back from him. Giving him a pleasant smile, you slip your top off of your body and let it fall to the floor. Isagi’s eyes grow the size of saucers, swallowing. 

“Oh my god.” 

You stand to your feet, hand on his shoulder to keep him sitting. Infront of him, you strip your skirt as slowly as you can manage. You’re only left in your lingerie and your socks. Isagi is looking up at you like you’re the sun. The exposure of your body has never made you shy, but the look on Isagi’s face is really giving you a run for your money. 

“Take your shirt off,” 

Isagi widens his eyes before breaking out into another blush. Ultimately he does what you ask. You watch the sweatshirt peel off of his body while he’s still seated underneath you. You forget how strong he is until he’s naked like that. He’s toned.  

He keeps looking up at you from where he’s sat. You give him a glance.

“Do what you want Isagi.” You encourage. His brow furrows momentarily before he finds himself kneeling underneath you. You aren’t sure what to make of the position. Isagi’s hands hover over your body. Holding your waist, he rubs his cheek against your stomach before kissing it. You play with his hair. When he looks up, his eyes are full of desire. 

“You don’t feel real.” He says in a mumble. 

“I’m very real.” 

He looks up at you. Eyes rimmed with hunger, hands holding you’ll fall away. Even still, he’s looking for permission. That conflict that he feels every single time he wants something. 

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He says, masking the tremble in his voice. You smile. 

“Course.”

“Then,” He looks at you seriously “Can we go to your room?” 

You nod, reaching your hand out for him to take, he follows you to your bedroom. On the opposite side of the room, you shut the door behind you. Instead of asking him where he wants you- you flop onto the bed and open your arms. 

“C’mere.” You say. He widens his eyes but does as you say, hovering above you. His arms rest on either side of your head. Warmth radiates off his body, hands hesitantly touching your face. He rests his face against your chest. 

“We’re really gonna have sex,” He mumbles, with a flush. You can’t contain your laugh. 

“You’re still like this, huh.” 

“Of course I am,” He kisses you this time, in between his nerves with just a little more confidence than before “I get to… with you. Wow.” 

“Touch me.” You all but demand. Isagi does an obedient little nod before he steels himself. His palms travel slowly downwards, drifting touches until he’s at your chest. He takes in a deep breath as he cups them over the lacy material. You can feel your nipples harden under the touch, and he must too because he lets out a little sound of surprise. He looks up at you for assurance,

You merely smile at him. 

He keeps going, little by little familiarizing himself with your body. Distracted and clumsily, with no real expertise. Every now and again, he’ll catch himself drifting. He presses kisses to your neck and chest while he gropes you thoroughly and curiously. Isagi endears you at every turn. You’re no stranger to it but seeing him like this reminds you of how much. 

You put your hand on top of his so he can squeeze tighter. He gasps a little but repeats after you, squeezing. You don’t have to ask him to touch you directly, a pleasant surprise. He doesn’t take off your bra nor does he fumble with it. He pulls the cups down until your tits spill. Every time you think he’ll stop being shocked, he gets red in the face and proves you wrong. 

The cold air to your exposed chest makes your back arch slightly. You adjust so you can take your bra off completely, letting the strap slip over your shoulder. When it comes loose, Isagi pauses so you can toss it somewhere. 

His eyes are so glued on your tits you can’t help but feel a little shy.

“Isagi,” It comes out a little whiny “Touch me,” You assert again. 

“I can do what I want, right?” 

You nod. 

To your surprise, he trails kisses down your sternum. In between your tits, licking softly and biting even softer. You have no idea what he’s thinking, but you think he probably read up about it somewhere. The thought makes your stomach twist. Your sweet boyfriend away for months, reading up on how to please you. It’s something he’d do. Knowing that makes your teeth ache, like over-indulging on sugar. 

His mouth closes around your nipple and a shockwave rolls through your whole body. A dull throb starts between your legs as Isagi focuses on just one. You bring his hand to your other one. 

“Like this,” You say, showing him “Gently,” 

He listens to your instruction well. A soft wave of pleasure settles over you as Isagi uses his mouth and hands to his heart's content. Mouth latched on your nipples, sucking slightly.

Isagi learns quickly, you realize. He tries something new and waits for your reactions and doesn’t push. He’s gentle but puts more pressure on if he thinks he’s losing you, focused on you and only you. 

You moan for him. It feels good. 

“Aah, Isagi.”

He pulls himself off slightly, eyes peaking up at you with a sense of satisfaction. Your skin is start to prick with that familiar desire, pooling in your gut. It’s vicious. He makes your head feel heavy with sin. You want to claim him unabashedly, a little eager to take something as precious as his first time. A flower you want to crush in your palm or snow packed under your feet - you take pleasure in breaking him down little by little. Delicate but yours to handle, you and Isagi have odd synergy. 

 Isagi becomes your center of gravity, your body pulled into him and his natural enigma. You want him and he wants you. That balance leaves your toes curling.

Desire drapes over your shoulders and weighs you. He’s pretty. Strong and toned muscles for his upper arms, a body built for athleticism. His hair is mussed in his face, sweat sticking slightly to his skin. 

Before you can regain your sense, your hand is creeping towards his waistband. He stares at you as your eyelids droop, undoing the zipper of his pants and pulling them down. You lock eyes as you slide them down as far as you can reach.

His legs are so much stronger than you were expecting, thick and sturdy as you pull them down past his legs. Your eyes settle on the tent on his pants, wrapping your palm around his cock through the fabric. He hisses hard at that, shuddering. 

“Fuck,” He grits, face twisted “Y-your hand.” 

“Isagi. Stand on your knees for me,” 

He looks confused for a minute, but eventually gets a hint. You prop yourself up on some pillows, urging Isagi forward until his bulge is closer to your face. Once he realizes the position he’s in, almost over your chest - his knees almost buckle. You can see him biting the inside of his cheek as you dip into his waistband. 

You pull his briefs of slow, cock hanging heavy. Isagi is thick with a hard curve left. The tip is shiny and wet, pre-cum leaking from it slow. Your heart pounds against your ribs, instinctively staring hard. Isagi is holding his breath.

You blow on it teasingly, watching him squirm. He’s so sensitive. You crane your neck up, pressing a wet kiss on the frenulum with purpose. His throat closes, air coming out in a choked moan. 

“Oh my god,” 

“Can I use my mouth?” You ask. He shakes his head no instantly.  

“I’ll cum f-for sure. Please don’t, don’t.” 

You chuckle at his insistence. 

“Okay, okay. My hand okay?” 

“Yeah, please.” 

You make a show of covering your hand with spit. Sticking your tongue out until they’re soaked and letting it drip down, sticky into your palm. Isagi looks like he’s going to fall out at any minute. You wrap your hands at the base of his shaft, slowly dragging your first until you’re cupped around the tip. He’s slick in your hands. You jerk him off slowly, not trying to overwhelm him. 

Isagi is a mess over you. He looks good. Sweat is beading down his chest, falling down his body. His head is tipped back, mouth open as he tries to figure out what to do with his hands. He’s throbbing so hard in your palms. It’d make you feel guilty to make him cum like this, but god he looks good on the edge.

He fucks into the little hole you’ve made with your fist, unintentionally. 

“Fuck, why d-does that feel so good,” He says, voice muffled by his own hand “Y-your hands are so fucking soft.” 

“You’re so good to me, Isagi. Nobody better,” 

“Ngh, y-you’re…” His thought is cut off by a smooth pull of your hands “Stop, please.”

You do instantly, watching as he catches his breath. 

“How am I supposed to hold that in…?” He says, genuinely at a loss. You can’t help but laugh. 

“Takes practice I think.” 

“You should cum first.” He concludes seriously.

“Any ideas on how you wanna do that?” You tease. 

“Thought I could give you head if you’re okay with it. I k-know I won’t be good right away but I—” 

You pat his thigh to catch his attention. 

“Stop freaking out and lay down between my legs.” 

His blush intensifies. You get yourself comfortable as Isagi readjusts so that he can be laying between your legs. Propping yourself up with the pillows behind you, you spread out so that Isagi can be comfortable. When he’s ready, you smooth his hair back. He’s staring at your thighs hard. 

“Do you know what you’re doing?” 

“Ah, a little?” 

You nod at him, laying back and watching. He takes a deep breath first, his hands splaying over the tops of your thighs before moving along the curve. The skin on skin makes your heart pitter patter. Isagi is always staring at your legs, but it’s taken you till now to realize he has a thing for your thighs. He rubs his cheek along your inner thigh, squeezing the fat between his fingers hard enough that it aches. 

His lips start at your inner knee, trailing up. Slow, wet kisses along the skin and tentative bit. Your breathing goes uneven, tension pouring into the room slowly like a billow of smoke. Isagi is so gentle but so wanting. His every touch is desperate and drunken. Everything you do is completely intoxicating to him, everything new and interesting. 

You didn’t think it would turn you on to see him put in so much effort. Unrefined and needy, always whimpering but determined. Stimulated by the littlest things, but most of all by turning you on. It’s like he’s someone else, when he switches to your other thigh to repeat the action. The dull drag of sharp teeth on skin like softening something before eating. It’s hard to stay still when you watch Isagi partake in consumption, when he looks at you like a gift bestowed to him. A little greedy to be used by you. Even if it mean chewing him up and spitting him up. 

You always knew he was dedicated. Always had that single-minded focus on his movements, never taking his eyes off you in any situation. Even when it was warranted, even when he was supposed to be looking at the scenery.

You think for the first time that you’re facing just how much Isagi wants you. And seeing him like that makes you understand why he was hesitating so much at first. The intensity of it is unbearable but exciting. You make him greedy and unforgiving. 

His breath is warm when it fans your cunt, a soft moan leaving his lips as he takes a deep inhale of you. You’re embarrassed but he isn’t. He presses another soft kiss on your clothed cunt, lips wetted by the soaked material. He does it again and again, like he’d kiss you. The realization breathes new life into your lust. 

“Pretty,” He mumbles, star-struck and tipsy on his own thirst “You’re so pretty.” 

You help him by taking off your panties and he moves aside so that they’re tossed on the ground somewhere before settling back between your legs. There’s no barriers this time, nothing to keep him away from you. 

His nose bumps your clit, tongue delving between your folds and collecting all the arousal in his mouth - swallowing slowly. The sensation makes your spine tingle, your body heat at a rapid increase. You tangle your fingers through his hair again, guiding his head to where you like. 

“Little to the side.” 

He nods against you, following your orders. You feel him right where you like it, the burning drag of his tongue as he suctions his mouth around it. It takes him a minute to adjust. His hands keep you company as he finds the right pressure and the right movements. The whole room feels like it’s melting around you. All the sensation in your limbs goes mellow, a softness to the feeling. Your senses are buzzing like the electricity lingering before a storm. 

Isagi is salacious when he sucks on your clit. Throbbing against his mouth with each pass, flat and rhythmic - not to slow or too fast. Isagi learns your body like he’s memorizing, drawing a path to the finish line. Worked up to the point of delirium, you find yourself rolling your hips. Your hand is clamped in his hair, dragging him to you harshly. You find Isagi likes when you’re a little mean to him, a little rough. An adrenaline junkie at heart, he moans when you rut yourself against his face. He doesn’t stop even once, merely following along with you. Moving in tandem. 

What he wants is written all over his face. It etched into his brow bone, drawn in the lines on his face. Please cum, over and over like a plea.

The coil in your stomach starts to grow tight as you stay like that. You can’t think about anything else, hands fisting hard in his hair. He moans against you, the reverb in your skin. 

“Isagi,” You pant, mouth open. You force yourself to keep your eyes open, to look at him while it happens “Cumming.”

Your whole body feels like it’s unraveling as you finish on his face. Isagi doesn’t pause from you. His eyes are closed and his tongue is nudging at your entrance - face buried in your cunt and soaking himself in it. The sound of him slurping fills the room, echoes on the walls and in the back of your head. You can hear his audible swallow as he tastes you, halfway between curiosity and full-blown perversion. He’s somewhere far off as the after waves hit, tremoring inside. 

You have to pull him off you to wake him up from his trance. The sight of his messy chin makes your heart pump. You wipe his chin with your thumb, pressing it to his lower hip. He’s confused at first but opens up anyways. 

“Suck on it.” 

His eyes go wide but he listens. Of course, he does, cleaning the arousal off of your digit. When he’s near done, you pull him up towards you and kiss him hard. For it being his first time, he did so well. You feel selfish all of a sudden. You want to keep him all to yourself. 

“Isagi,” You say his name softly when you pull apart, a string of saliva between you “You did so good.” 

“Ah, really? Then I’m happy.” 

“You’re so good to me, baby. What am I gonna do with you?” 

“...B-baby?”

“Yeah. That okay?” 

“More than okay, I just…woah. I really…” 

You look at him curiously.

“I really love you,” He confesses, words tumbling out of his lips so fast you think you’ll miss it “I was supposed to tell you when I got back but I kept putting it off and I know now seems like a bad time, but I really—” 

When the realization settles, you’re grinning ear to ear. Not that it’s unexpected, the timing is funny and so very Isagi. You shut him up with a kiss, making him melt into you. His hand comes up on your waist. 

“I love you too. Let’s make love, hm?” You offer, teasing. He flushes but doesn’t deny the idea. He’s sappy enough to like something like that you think.  

“Will you call me by my first name?” 

You look at him surprised before breaking out in a wider smile. 

“Yoichi,” You breath out, dragging the last syllable out as he swallows “Come fuck me.” 

“We don’t have condoms.” His voice sounds sad. 

“It’s fine.” 

“B-but—” 

“You don’t want to?” 

He looks at you grimly making you laugh. 

“I’m telling you it’s fine. Just trust me. It’s better raw, anyway.” 

Isagi hugs you this time, his face rubbing against your cheek with a frown. You can’t help but want to spoil him a little when you see him like this. No matter how famous he is, he’s really just a boy. The thought of that makes you happy. 

“You say stuff like that so easily.” 

“I’ve always been straightforward. Who asked who out, huh?” 

“Point taken,” 

“If you get it then, c’mon.” 

You watch as Isagi stands off to completely take his pants off. You take a minute to admire him naked, all the muscles and tanning on his body. The callouses in different places and a few scars from injuries littering his skin. He’s not very hairy, but where it is - it’s fine and wispy. He comes back to you naked, the bed dipping under his weight. 

He drags you down a little, letting you adjust to the new position. You find yourself comfortable on your back. The tip of Isagi’s cock is visible, weeping and hard over your cunt. 

“Normally, I’d make you prep me but I think it’s okay. Just go slow, ‘kay?” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Mhm.” 

He gives you a firm nod. Unsure of what to do, you watch as he spits in his hand to lube himself up. His eyes are mesmerizing a deep blue. Position himself at your entrance, you can’t tear your eyes away from his face. You’re so curious about his reaction. In a slow, slow thrust - you feel the tip start to nudge itself inside of you. The slick sound makes you shiver. 

His expression is pinched as he fucks into you so slowly. Almost like he’s in pain trying to keep himself steady. Your walls accommodate him nicely, slowly stretching around until they take on his shape. Everything feels like it’s spinning around you - the world tilted on it’s axis for minutes at a time. Maybe just because it’s Isagi but his cock makes you feel unsually good. It feels different than the other times you’ve had sex. Holding in a breath, he pushes himself in. One inch at a time, it’s agonizing for you.

You sneak a hand between your bodies. Isagis holds the top of your thighs, just at the curve of your hip as he penetrates. Fucks you languidly and softly and gently, with a grip in his fingers like he’s going to lose his fucking mind. He looks about ready to break, gasping each time he pushes further. 

“You’re so warm. Holy shit.” 

“You almost inside?” 

“Yeah, fuck.” 

Your whole body feels like it’s molded around his cock - stuck inside of you. When his pelvis hits yours, you let out a sigh of relief. He feels so fucking good. Snug and thick, his cock is so hard for you. He twitches rapidly as steels himself, holding you for support. You rub your clit lazily as you watch him, blinking slowly. 

“Yoichi.” 

His cock twitches hard inside of you. You wanna milk him dry, seeing him like that. He looks at you. 

“You can move.” 

You let out a gasp when you feel Isagi pull out only to fuck into you hard. The force of it is unexpected, but not bad. He breathes raggedly. You put your legs up until your ankles are just over his shoulder, reaching for a pillow to put under your back so he can stay stood on his knees and you can rest your legs. His hair is framing his face as he looks down at you, breathing raggedly. He places a kiss on your ankle before saying another. 

“Sorry, I can’t hold it, I want you so much.” 

“S’okay. Keep going.” 

You can’t keep control of yourself as Isagi pistons you. His thrusts are unexpectedly powerful, hips slamming in the back of your thighs every time he moves. It must be the core and leg strength. He thrusts like he’s practiced with something, makes you wonder if he’s ever fucked something on his own. It leaves you shivering, the intrusive way his cock stretched you out until there’s no longer any tension. Until you’re stretched around him completely so that he can fuck you as he pleases. 

The shift from discomfort to pleasure happens before you can screw your head on straight. Isagi fucks you impatiently. He’s looking at you but you can tell that he’s trying so hard not to cum. Teeth digging into his lower lip. He’s whimpering for you. Whining a little at how it feels but fucking you all that same. It’s imperfect and inexperienced - but he’s trying so hard to do it right that it doesn’t matter. You’re so turned on by him that it wouldn’t register.

“Yoichi,” You call out if only to get his attention. You smile when he looks at you “Does it feel good?” 

“Feels so good, fuck, I c-can’t.” 

“You’re fucking me so good.”

The praise has a shiver running down his back. 

“Oh my god.” 

You can feel another orgasm coming in. Isagi fills you deep, scratches an itch you could never get to on your own. He drags along your sensitive walls at an angle, rubbing your insides raw. Every nerve in your body is burning up from the inside out, like a sparkler in July heat. Your nerves are more tender than ever and Isagi toys with each one. All you can think about is how good his cock feels, even through his inexperience. 

It spreads through your body like blood in your veins, the bliss is so overwhelming it makes you motion sick. Your free hand playing with your clit twitches, the other one holding your chest to keep you occupied. Isagi moves you with each pound of hips, reaching the back of you. 

“Gonna cum soon,” You pant. 

“M-me too. I’m so fucking close, fuck.” 

You reach your orgasm in a haze, Isagi’s never slowing in his gestures. He fucks you through it, your whole body going taut with tension like the snap of a rubber band. Your hands fist in the sheets as the tension in your muscles melt, spasming around. 

 You don’t get a chance to say anything much before Isagi is following in your stead. His orgasm must hit hard because he’s cumming inside of as deep as he can go. His hands are secured around your thighs, digging into them as you feel the hot twitch of his cock before unloading into you. It’s warm as it spurts out in thick coats of white, a pleasant feeling making your head spin.

 Isagi is shaking above you, so you bend your knees so he can drop down over you. He nearly collapses on top of you, immediately snuggling up to you even while his cock is buried inside of you. You can’t believe he managed to last as long as he did. You press your lips to his forehead as he sighs in contentment over you. 

“Naughty boy.” You tease. He whines. 

“That felt so good I thought I was gonna die. Thank you” 

“Are you thanking me for making you cum right now? You’re so stupid.”

“Stupid in love.” He corrects, picking his head up to give you a smile. Breaking out into a fit of giggles, you give him another long kiss. Ridiculous. “And it’s not just for that. Just for pushing me. You always consider my feelings”

“You can be whatever you want with me, Yoichi.” 

“I’m so lucky.” He says sincerely, nuzzling up to you “My life is really great. It’s nice. Please don’t leave me by the way.” 

You can’t help but laugh at how honest he’s being. 

“Never. There’s still a lot left for you to learn, y’know?” 

“You’re gonna get me hard again.” He warns, faux serious. You shrug. 

“Not sorry.” 

"I mean it," Isagi affirms, reaching out for your hand. He kisses your knuckles, a warbly smile on his face that has you blinking at him slowly "You're really pretty,"

"Oh uhm," You glance at Rin, then back to Isagi "Thank you, Isagi."

"Yoichi," He corrects and your eyes go wide.

"Oh. Thats,"

"You can't?" Isagi offers. It catches you off guard. He's teasing you. Rin does it too, sometimes. When he can't swallow his affection for you, Rin will tease you. Just sometimes, when he can manage.

"It's," You flush like you don't know what to say "Sorry, I'm just embarrassed."

"That's okay," Isagi says, and he means it because he has no intention to be anything but nice to you "Just focus on me."

You look worried, ashamed. You glance at Rin and his expression is the same. Unreadable. You almost seem disappointed and something about that is stifling.

"Okay,"

It's unusual. You're not meek, ever. You pick fights with Rin just fine. You're always straight about your advances and your feelings. There's gaps to fill and you do so without any effort. With Isagi you're flush and nervous. Isagi anchors you, his hand coming around the back of your thigh. He squeezes the skin of your body gently, his hands traveling up. At your hip, putting his thumb in the waistband of your panties.

You squirm, and he brings you a little closer to him. You end up straddling one of his thighs. Rin doesn't know where to look. He feels like a voyeur of a relationship that doesn't exist. He doesn't know if he should feel angry or not.

No. He knows that he should, and he does - but not for the right reasons. Not even close to the right reasons.

He doesn't know how to manage the distinct feeling of lust inside of his stomach, burning through his body so rapidly it blindsides him. A knot in his stomach like he'll be sick. Isagi often talks to Rin like he knows something he doesn't and it never fails to anger Rin.

But right now, his eyes are so stuck on what's happening in front of him he can't breathe. Insecurity and shame and anger and sheer unadulterated desire coil themselves on his insides like vines. He doesn't have the courage to move, stuck in his chair. Isagi is tender. He touches you with a kind of affection Rin can't imagine expressing that easily.

And you keen. You hiccup and let Isagi touch you in whatever way he wants. It's permissive. Isagi kisses you and encourages you to kiss him back and Rin stares. He stares so long and so hard he doesn't know what to do.

For some unknown reason, Rin feels hot. He feels like his skin is burning up. It's almost nauseating to know it's something he can feel. You let Isagi sit you on his hard cock, obvious bulge in the loose pants he where. His eyes trickle down to where your bodies meet.

"So pretty," Isagi says, enthusiastic "Feels like my lucky day."

You whimper, almost and Isagi laughs. He whispers something into your ear that Rin only catches after. It travels in the air and falls in his lap.

"Lets let him see," He suggests. Your eyes widen but even in your hesitance, you trust Isagi. So, Isagi turns you around. You face Rin, suddenly - and everything is too much. He can stop this at any time. He knows that because you spent twenty minutes fussing. It's too much to know that. To know any of ths.

He doesn't move. Isagi looks at him, very seriously and says one thing.

"Don't move. Pay attention,"

To which can only really respond with "Fuck you."

But he can hear it too. It's effecting him. He hates how much, hates feeling it stir deep down in a place he'd never reach alone. If it were anyone else, Rin would be seeing red. He'd kill them for even suggesting it.

But it's Isagi, who glances at Rin with neither disdain or pride. It's not outright bullying. It's not the sort of egoism Rin is used too. It distinctly Isagi in nature. It reminds him a lot of Sae, in a way that's too twisted for him to examine.

His breath hitches, and Isagi hums. He cups your tits in his hands and squeezes them together, nose nudging your shoulder. Rin watches him grope you. You squirm in his lap while it happens and close your eyes - moan pretty and soft.

"Did you do what I asked you too?" Isagi offers. Your eyes flutter open. You look at Rin then look away.

"...Yeah. Was kinda embarassing," You say. Isagi laughs.

"Thank you for preparing yourself," He offers, so painfully sincere that you look giddy and Rin doesn't know what to do thinking about it. You touched yourself in the shower, waiting for this "I want to take my time with you but if I draw it out too long, well,"

He stares at Rin, this time. Smirks. Rin doesn't know what the fuck to do with himself. He doesn't know why he agreed to it. He's almost blinded with jealousy and anger, despite himself. He's forced to reconcile with how much he loves you in the worst way. He's forced to acknowledge that it's only Isagi that could ever get this far. Rin doesn't even want to think about that part of it.

"Don't think it would go well, is all," Isagi says, sounding so fucking smug. Rin seethes.

He watches, in spite of it.

Isagi is careful as he takes your panties off your legs. You let him. You're wet. It's all Rin can think of. It's so visible, cunt dripping with arousal and preening with need. Isagi gets an eyeful and looks stunned, his arm curled around your waist with a hand traveling between your legs. He toys with your clit, rubs your pussy with skillful hands.

You moan and Isagi grins all to himself.

"I feel lucky I get to do this once in my life," He admits. You laugh, so bubbly and so bright. Isagi makes you comfortable.

"You're so lame." You offer, affectionate. Rin grips the handle of his chair. It aches. Every one of his nerves his on fire. He wonders if this is some shitty nightmare his heads come up with to torment him.

Isagi grins up a little, turning your chin to kiss you.

"I'm happy, that's all. You're really cute. I like it,"

"Stop complimenting me," You whine, and it's true.

"Why?" Isagi asks. He lifts you enough to pull his cock out and it takes more will not to look than Rin would ever hope. "He doesn't compliment you? You've been dating for a while, yknow?"

Being addressed after having been ignored gives Rin whiplash. He opens his mouth to say something, but it falls closed as Rin looks at you. Despite the situation, you look like you love Rin and you mean it. It chokes him up. It drives him up a wall to know that.

And it dawns on him for the first time in his life, it's him who needs you and not the other way around.

"He's not the verbal type," You say. It's not a complaint. You're not even angry or upset. It's warm, affectionate "So I'm not used to it,"

"Wow," Isagi says, pushing the tip of his cock through your folds - slick. You moan, loud and shameless as it nudges your clit "You're so sweet."

"Yoichi," And something in Rin shatters. If it's shame or control, he has no idea - but it's psychological and tender. A nerve struck, bleeding and raw and sensitive to the touch.

And Isagi knows. He might've known the whole time. Rin is furious, seeing white. Worse, he's so fucking worked up it's driving him crazy - a feeling he can usually only access completely alone or with you but never any time else. He feels like he's being swept under a massive tide, sea water pulling him. Saltwater in his lungs, drying his skin.

Isagi, much like how he plays, has orchestrated that from the very beginning. Rin realizes too late that he never changes. This series of events is intentional and well-timed. Isagi brings out sides in people no one else ever sees. It's his ego to do so.

Rin feels his cock twitch against his legs.

He's never deluded himself. You're close with a lot his teammates. It's how you met. Isagi is no exception. It's natural to see this, almost. Isagi lets out a quiet grunt as he ease his cock into you so slowly. You gasp like you've been hit, then it tapers off into a broken moan. Isagi shudders, his whole body going taut. Isagi spouts off a long line of curses and praise and you tremble relentlessly as he eases his way inside.

"Oh, Yoichi."

"Feel okay?" Isagi asks, thoughtfully. You nod and Rin stares at the hand Isagi has on your waist "Good girl."

You whimper, shamefully, at the pet name. Isagi starts to move, and room fills with a wet sound. You moan and moan and moan, and Isagi praises you just for existing. He expresses himself concisely and you twitch, clench at nothing when he pulls out and pushes back in on repetition. Rin watches. He doesn't feel like he can do anything but watch on.

Isagi notices, half-way. Before you're too fucked out, he calls for you and you respond pliantly.

"Tell him to touch himself," Isagi suggests. Your eyes widen. Rin feels like a deer caught in headlights "He'll get mad if I do it." He says, observationally. Rin seethes.

"Rin," Your voice is sweet. Beyond gentle and warm and so loving despite it all "It's okay if you want to enjoy yourself," You offer, like you know. Rin swallows something, the growing itch. It burns. He feels feverish with it.

It buries him. Touching himself is humiliating in this instance. He's watching the only person he's ever loved in his life get fucked so adoringly by someone else. By Isagi, who has taken much more from him than this.

The catharsis is horrifying. It's nauseating but Rin doesn't stop it. He doesn't want to stop you.

You get taken apart slowly. Blissful and needy, Isagi is responsive to you. It's clear you feel good. Rin has a hand at the base of his shaft stroking upwards. He's so worked up.

And it's not just you feeling pleasure, but everything. Every element of this is driving Rin to his breaking point.

"Tell him how good it feels," Isagi suggests almost innocently. You're too fucked out to process it.

"Feels so good, Rin. Feels so nice,"

"Yeah? I bet it does," Isagi says with a huff, not ceasing to thrust up into your cunt with an almost malicious force and deceptively sweet words "You take it so well,"

"Really?"

Rin has to stop himself from cumming when you seek Isagi's approval.

"Really. Take it so nice. You feel s-so incredible. It'd be a shame to only feel it once, don't you think? You should ask your boyfriend if I can have you some other times too. When I win, maybe."

You whine and thrash. You're going to cum soon, and Isagi encourages you. Goads you even further. Calls Rin your boyfriend and doesn't even bother acknowledging him.

"Yoichi," You say, shaking and gasping and holding on for dear life. His cock twitches "I-I'm gonna, it's,"

"Wanna feel you cum for me. Shh, it's okay," Isagi reassures.

He can't do anything but watch. Stare at your silhouette as Isagi fucks you through an intense orgasm that has you almost going limp. Isagi shallows his thrusts and praises you so relentlessly and Rin feels his cock twitch in his hand. Feels something spill into his fingers, hto and white, as horror dawns on him a minute too late.

Isagi stills. He hasn't finished. He kisses your shoulder and looks at Rin across the way. Without asking him, Isagi directs his words to you.

"Think you can give me one more?"

Isagi knows what you'll do. Predictably, you ask Rin. With big, watery eyes and pure need.

"Can I?"

Isagi grins wildly. Rin's answer comes out as a hoarse whisper.

"Yeah. You can."

You cock your head then laugh. 

"Why'd you turn the T.V. off?" He asks. You shrug, sitting next to him with your feet up on the coffee table, stretching slightly.

"Hearing my own voice feels weird."

You scrunch your nose in displeasure. When Rin sees you like this - cozy and comfortable, he can't help but be extra conscious of the air you seem to hold. Innocent isn't the right word. Simplistic might be better. There's nothing malicious about you, usually.

Even knowing that, heat curls into his body. The hairs stand on his neck. He knows almost intuitively what's coming.

"Aw, did you wanna watch my interview, Rinnie? How sweet."

He scowls at the name of endearment, then lies through his teeth.

"No." He says simply. You coo under your breath like you would a misbehaving cat. Before he can move away, your hand reaches the opposite side of his face, fingers trailing his jaw until he faces towards you.

"Liar." You say, and it's there again and Rin can feel it. It takes effort not to turn away. Not to stand to his feet and go run laps.

Rin knows, objectively, he's so much faster than you. But, some part of him is convinced he could never outrun you. You'd pin him down somehow, he's sure of it. Swift and easy. You'd wait till he was tired out and strike after—smile down at him in satisfaction towards the end.

That's just how you are. Rin doesn't dislike it.

Your fingers splay to cup his face, your thumb rubbing against his lower lip. Familiar gestures and touches don't ease his nerves. You admire him openly. Rin feels like the Earth is going to swallow him whole. He's not unused to being fawned at. He got confessed to all the time in high school but it never caught his interest.

Dating seemed pointless. Lukewarm. The first time Rin told this to you, instead of a hurt reaction like he'd gotten from other girls interested in him, you laughed. Quietly to yourself, remaining impassive.

Amused. A mirth to your eyes. Like you've stumbled upon a puzzle yet to solve. A predator with interesting prey.

("Being lukewarm is better than freezing." )

Itoshi Rin thinks you are a strange, strange person. He thinks you have strange tastes. He thinks you are strange company and that your smile is too disarming. He thinks it's strange that everyone is convinced you're nice and well-meaning when he knows you are. You are but you're not.

You are nice. Kind is a better word. Warm and forgiving and tender. You're like that even like this, when being around you feels like being thrown into the snakes den. If Rin doesn't pay attention, he's sure he'll get eaten completely.

But he lowers his guard anyway. Being devoured and being desired are the same sensation, he finds.

"Rin," You offer, an inch away from kissing him. He swallows a thick sensation in the back of his throat. He feels jumpy. "Did I make you sad, hm?"

'No." He insists.

"Really?" You grin at him. You smell sweet "But it's true, you know? I like when men cry in front of me."

A shiver wracks through him.

"Don't talk about other men in front of me." He says lamely. It's all he can say. You laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry. Then what should I say instead?" You look thoughtful as you kiss him. Rin lets you. He trusts you enough to let you kiss his face all over in this overly doting way "Rin, when was the last time you cried?"

"I don't remember." He says. It's a lie. Probably after Sae came back, he should answer.

"Liar. Bad boy, you shouldn't lie to your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed about crying?"

"No."

"Lie again, and I'll punish you." You tsk, then kiss him slow. On the lips this time. In that deep mesmerizing way that makes the insides of Rin's stomach feel like honey over flame. He gets jealous thinking about where you learned it all from. He knows your older and more experienced and that you love him despite all that, but he's jealous anyways.

If you could hear it, you'd call Rin spoiled with that same amusement you always regard him with.

"Rin," There's a little more urgency in your voice this time. It satisifes a part of Rin he doesn't know intimately. He didn't think it was there before he met you "I want to make you cry."

"Why?"

"I like seeing you like that." You tell him honestly  "I like it so much when you look like that. Of course I feel bad too, but."

"Why the hell would you like that?" He asks, voice raspy with less anger than he would hope for. You invite yourself into his lap. Rin doesn't stop you. Your arms around his neck feel like a choker but there's something so comforting about the feeling of being suffocated.

You let your hands cup the nape of his neck, the other hand brushing his skin. Knuckles along his cheek with nothing but affection. You smile.

"When you look helpless and needy like that, I want you to depend on me." You say sweetly, so saccharine it makes Rin nauseous. "When you look sad and lonely, I want to comfort you so I can keep you all to myself."

"...Were you like this with your other boyfriends?"

"Mm, would you be sad if I said yes? But I didn't like any of them, y'know? They just came onto me because they liked being bullied."

He gives you a look of displeasure that makes you laugh.

"I only like you," You assure, your tone shifting again. Still familiar. The kind, gentle version of you seeping in through the cracks "I love you most of all. Only you."

"Stop that." He tucks his chin because he can't look up at you. You grin widely "You're weird."

You pull him towards you, hugging him tight.

"My Rin is the best in the world, hm?"

He thinks you're bad for him, in some ways. Good in more ways too. This kind of feeling, he isn't sure where it falls on the scale. It feels good, at least. Makes his head feel heavy with something even though all of his hairs stand on end. There's resistance before there's desire to succumb.

"Weird." He mutters, unable to stop himself from slipping into you.

"I wanna make you cry so I can wipe your tears off your face. I'll bet you're so pretty."

"You say stuff  like that so easily it scares me."

"Don't be scared. It's all because I love you, okay? I love you sooo much."

He clicks his teeth "You're pushing it."

"Because I know you'll forgive me. Now, take off your clothes and tell me your colors."

"Red for stop, green for go, yellow for slow down." Rin says on automatic before blushing.

"There you go." You reply, pleased with yourself.

Ultimately, Rin listens. You're right in your assessment. He'll always forgive you no matter the circumstance. Despite himself and all the warnings - he'll listen to you obediently. You help Rin take off his clothes. Manicured fingers drag up the sides of his body, along the anterior muscles of his abdomen. 

His shirt comes first. When it's off , you stare at him long and hard. Tilting his head back, you press a kiss to his Adam's apple before your fingers tug on his nipples. He lets out a sharp noise that makes you hum against his skin, throaty and pleased. He can feel your teeth on his neck and the warmth of your cunt against his jeans even through all the thick layers of fabric.

"They're always so sensitive," You say, running your thumb over them "Such a pretty color."

"Stop talking." He hisses, throwing his head back. You giggle at him.

His cock twitches at the sharp sensation. You latch yourself to the column of his throat - a familiar bruising throb making his whole body ache. Kissing and licking and biting every visible inch of his body while your free hand plays with his chest.

The roles should be reversed here, he's sure, but he can't remember a time they ever were. At least properly, with Rin initiating of his own volition. Not just being permitted by you to do so, but actually doing it all on his own.

He stifles a groan, hand cupped over his mouth as you pleasure his body. You play him like a well-tuned machine. A practiced handler for all of his more delicate parts and functions.

The blood rushing to his cock makes him light headed. The motions are  well-practiced ones. You know just the right way to tease the hardened buds under the pads of your fingers, how to pinch with the tips of your nails until it's unbearable . The soft drags of your fingers, nails scratching the skin until it's red and raised. He's always been pale. White, milky skin that blooms into different shades of bruise. Colors you like, anyway.

You make a show of undoing his belt buckle. The noise is so audible, the soft clack of metal echoes as it gets undone. Unzipping his jeans, you cup your palm around his semi-hard cock and squeeze tight like you're holding his hand. He shudders, only saved by the thin material of his boxers.

You let your thumb trace under the head, still through the black cotton. You press it into the sticky tip, rubbing small circles with a gleeful giggle. He huffs. Making the mistake of looking at you directly sends him into a frenzy. Your expression is vulgar when you peer at him - lips tucked between your teeth and eyes full of hot white desire. Rin can feel how much you want this. How much you want him. You express it openly.

(He wants it just as bad. Maybe worse.)

You hook your finger into the edge of his boxers, peeking inside.

"Your cock is so pretty," Your sincerity sends electricity through his spine. He chokes "So cute."

"Don't talk about it like that."

"It's cute to me though?" You say, a horrifyingly genuine assessment as you push the fabric down enough to sit under his balls - leaving him exposed and stood up to attention. You wrap a hand around the shaft, leaning in to bite his earlobe "It's cute when it gets red like that. Your ears get red like that too."

Rin watches you with his eyes blown wide as you lift your fingers to your mouth, dragging your tongue along the middle and ring. You fuck them into your mouth slowly, until saliva drips down on them and the act is so salacious he thinks his heart is going to give. When they're nice and wet, you wrap them around the base. 

The  sensation makes his body clench. A suddenly warm and slick feeling surrounds him. You're good with your hands. Too good, actually. The exact pressure and speed without having to try - this isn't the first time you've touched Rin like this so he knows it all too well.

But there's something about this time that makes it different. You're slower as you work your palm against his cock, pushing the curve up against his tip and circling it without touching it long enough. He stares down at you as you do it. Your other hand fondles his balls, thumb teasing the seam as you squeeze them.

"Did you touch yourself without me, Rin?"

"No," He admits. This time it's not a lie. You smile.

"What a good boy."

Fuck. He shivers.

"My good boy. My Rin, all mine forever right?" You say, not expecting him to respond. But it's not babble, not pointless chatter. It's what he wants to hear.

Possession. Yes, he thinks. All yours forever.

Of course he doesn't say it. Not there yet, and unsure if he ever will be but it feels good to hear anyway. Rin has always been humiliated by his own desire. Before you, he thinks he did a good job of keeping it a secret. He didn't explore his sexuality in a way that was meaningful for good reason, avoiding it all together.

You changed that. He wanted you. And you wanted him, always, with such intensity that Rin found it hard to stop thinking about. Rin has always been weak to you.

And you're like this. Straightforward and open and so attractive it makes him feel like he's going to sink. To be wanted in this way that wraps him up in reassurance, to be taken care of. You want all of him. Even his tears. Even though he resists because it’s not something he knows how to cope with even now. 

Would anyone dislike that if they got it as easily as he does?

You keep doing the same hand motions, stroking his cock at this slow pace that drives him up a wall. His chest heaves as you switch the pace. Fast, fast, slow. Over and over until he's at the edge. His whole body tenses, though his hands remained tucked at his sides.

Then you stop. Completely. Leaving your hands up, you peek at him through your lashes as he lets out a ragged breath. A look of irritation on his expression, quickly washed out by fear at the amusement on your face.

"Cry for me, baby." You say satisfied with yourself, thumb pressing into his slit "I'll let you cum after."

"You're," He swears under his breath as you start again, cock sensitive now "You're..."

"I'm what, baby? I'm mean? Weird?"

He shivers as you lean forward, hugging your arm around his shoulders, hand reaching down to drag your nails lightly up his spine. The sensations all feel mixed together and with your body all pressed to him, he can feel every outline of you. Every curve. The scent of you tickles the back of his throat again. You wrap around him like a vine, curled around his wrists and ankles and throat. Trapped, suspended by the presence of you.

He wants to cum, but the first time you deny it like this isn't so bad.

"Look at you holding it in so well," You start, though Rin can feel how much more is at the end of your sentence "Can you keep touching yourself for me, then? Slow like this."

Rin nods, though he isn't sure there's much of a choice. You kiss him in reward, standing back up on your feet. He watches you as you turn around. You pull your pants down the curve of your ass, leaving a pair of panties plainly in view and Rin feels his dick twitch in his hands. Fuck. You're so wet it's dripping down your leg. Knowing he did that to you is enough to make him groan.

Plus your bare skin, soft and smooth from being showered and lotioned is too much for him to try and endure.

You repeat the action with your shirt, but there's nothing underneath. When you're almost naked, you make a show of bending over to take your panties off. There's a noise as the thin cotton unsticks from your soaked cunt, material roll down your legs. It's just enough to get an eyeful of your pussy.

Soft and hot and so fucking wet. He feels restless. His hand isn't doing the job. He wants to be inside. Closer to you. You're all naked when you turn around and Rin is still mostly clothed. You crawl in his lap and move his hands away when you're straddling him again.

Cruel and unrelenting, you grab his cock again but this time you pull it against you. Grind yourself against his shaft, rubbing his tip against your clit deliberately. The sensation is making him bite down on his cheek hard enough that he might bleed. Soaking pussy, sticky and welcoming.

"You're trying so hard today," You say, half-way between sincere and condescending. His head is starting to get mushy, like his tongue doesn't fit in his mouth. "You don't have too, yknow?"

"What a-are you…?"

It's too fucking much. Too many senses stimulated. Too many feelings pouring out of him as he listens to you talk.

You're throbbing. He can feel you as you slide his cock between your folds with your hands, a slow and controlled pace that sends him teetering over the edge with each pass. It's so slick that it's noisy, and you have to be careful not to slip. Your fingers are covered in arousal just like his cock—so fucking messy, and it's dripping down his shaft in beads. It's wearing down his will. The one he's currently using to maintain his pride.

For Rin, loss always has to come at ultimate defeat. He hates things that are half-assed. Neck in neck, close to winning but not quite. That kind of thing is too frustrating. It has to be all encompassing. Rin wants to give in only when he can longer bear the weight of losing. Loss so utterly undeniable he can do nothing but be pinned underneath. 

When you tell Rin he's trying too hard, the condescension is not for nothing. Because you know just as well as he does that you can take him apart easily. Crushing defeat through actions and patience. That's been your M.O. from the start. This is you giving him lee way. It's not like you'll make fun of him if he gives in. 

Because you are sweet and you are kind and if Rin had even an ounce less of shame - you'd spoil him without thinking twice. He's only managed to do it once before and it was probably the best he's ever felt. But he can't default to it. Despite how much he wants too, he can’t just let go. Doing this much is complicated. Listening is complicated and his brain is so full of self-doubt he’s starting to shake. 

But then, there’s you. The sound of your voice that makes it all stop. 

"Can't just let go, can you sweetie?" And Rin trembles at the slight edge, just barely there "I think it's cute, though. You're so cute, aren't you, Rin?"

"I'm not—"

"I mean, look at how you're tensing your muscles trying not to fuck up into me, huh? Guess you're not any different from other guys.  When you see somethin' soft and wet for you to fuck you lose all your common sense."

He chokes on a moan so loud he can't believe it's coming from him.

"Shouldn't resist it so hard. You can be my spoiled little boy. That's what Rin likes best, right?"

Normally, Rin admires your smooth talk. He doesn't have it in him to mimic it, sentences too awkward and too clumsy to sound good. You talk to him like this like it's so easy. Conversational. Rin doesn't hate it about you, but right now it's the worst thing he could hear.

He's slipping into it slowly. Like he's hanging onto the edge of a cliff and you're pulling his fingers off one-by-one. Your pussy is so wet and he's so fucking hard. Nothing makes any sense anymore. He can’t tell left from right and he wants to run away. But he can’t. He doesn’t want to stop but he wants to run away. 

"You're drooling," You coo, free hand wiping the corner of his mouth. He burns with embarrassment "How sweet."

He can feel himself, the edge again - this time so close he can practically taste it. And the second the knot gets close to being untied, you stop all over again. Rin curses so loud he practically yells, his whole body lurching forward to hump into something before you push him all the way back down.

Officially overstimulated, he looks up at you desperately. You look so absolutely delighted he almost wants to shove you away.

"There it is. Look at you, baby, Just a little more."

He doesn't know how long he can keep up. This part of this is a trust fall. Rin could probably cry right now. Being pushed to this extent, till his head and his body are all out of sorts. Till there's too many thoughts jumbled up and tangled to fight. It makes Rin want to cry. It makes him want to seethe. To curl into himself and abandon everything. 

He’s scared, admittedly. But there’s you, again. And so he breathes and watches you and doesn’t want to stop. 

You keep your pace, rubbing his cock relentlessly against your pussy. So much of the same thing, but you're focused on nothing but him. Even when it feels good for you, when you moan or sigh, your eyes are glued to watching. Watching his cock twitch erratically, little dribbles of precum spilling out but never being able to come through completely. That you swipe up with your fingers and add to the mess you're making.

It'd feel so good right now. You're so wet, fuck — you might even push him out if he puts it in. Rin wants and wants and wants. The magnitude of it is truly, truly terrifying.

But you take him through it slowly. Then the words fall out of your lips slowly - gently, almost a secret.

"Mommy's pretty boy," You rasp, so low that it's barely there but it makes the entire world stop at once. He shudders, his whole body trembles. He can feel himself falling completely and the sudden desperation has him clutching your hips. The emotion is so overwhelming. Only you could ever do this to him. You're the only person allowed. A bittersweetness to all of it that makes Rin yield despite his efforts.  "My sweet boy."

The praise makes him feel like he's melting. Mommy makes it okay. He doesn't know who he is currently. It's not his job too. He just looks up at you and hopes that everything carries over. 

You cup your hands on his face, sticky and messy and look up at him. He stares at you as you smile, eyes blown wide and floaty. 

"There you are," You say, so sweet Rin wants to sink "Mommy's here. 's okay."

He's lost himself in it completely. He's not drowning, but he's submerged in water with no room to look for light. Just you, only you.

"Hi," He says, staring at you. Relief fills him "I love you."

You smile, kissing his forehead "I love you more, Rinnie. It's oka—oh. Oh, there it is."

He blinks and suddenly his visions blurred. Then there's tears, though it's not a sob. They're hot and wet and make his eyes sting. You wipe them with the driest part of your hand.

"You're so pretty when you cry." You tell him. He's needy. He leans against your shoulder, mumbling.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, baby. Lemme see. C'mere?"

He listens, lets you stare at him as hot wet tears roll down his face. He's sure when he's more cognizant he'll be ashamed. Right now he doesn't care.

"Fuck, that's it," You lean forward, licking a stripe up the side of his cheek that sends shivers up his spine, swallowing his tears "So, so pretty. You did well. What should I give you, hm?"

"Inside," He rasps, voice shot completely as he holds your hips "Please."

"Be more specific, my love."

"Please let me cum inside." He can hear his own voice echo in the back of his head, the words coming out so slurred.

"Good boy," You purr. He shakes. Like you read his mind, you pet the back of his hair soothing him "You can hug me, sweetheart. I don't mind."

So he does. Picks his arms up and wraps them around your bare middle and holds you close. He buries his face into your neck, cheek pressed against your shoulder. You pat his head, scratching your nails against his scalp. He sits still like that for a minute, nudging his nose across your skin, leaning you back so he can get a mouth around your tits.

He sucks gently, drunk off of it. You laugh airily, repositioning slightly (carefully) so he doesn't have to pull away. He can feel the head of his cock against your entrance and he moans. 

He can't help but moan as soon as you even get close. The sensation is so unreal. So dripping wet that it's hard for you to get it in completely, slippery silken walls that make it hard for him to push in. When he feels the tip enter, he groans. His whole body gives like a rope on it’s last thread, teeth gritted as he ruts his hips to fuck into you. It doesn't even take any effort to push. You sink down on it slowly, soothing him and telling him to hold it until he bottoms out.

He does, impatiently. He waits until he's all the way at the bottom before looking up at you again. 

"Good boy. Easy does it. It'll feel better to cum since you're all the way inside, right? I can do whatever you want, but if you cum before me - you'll have to make up for it. Okay? Still with me?"

He nods.

"And your color?"

"'s green."

"Good job. That's it, baby. How do you want it?"

"Can I..?"

"You wanna fuck me?"

He nods, hazed. You smile at him.

"To your heart's content. Go ahead. Hold me here, 'kay?"

Rin listens, no longer trying to fight off the urge to listen. He holds you by your hips, latching his mouth to your chest again before fucking into you slow. Your pussy is a vice grip on his cock, and he's so overstimulated as is - he knows he doesn't have much of a will to hold it in. He tries though, quivering with each thrust as he holds you up in his arms.

You mumble to him, the praise is short but sweet and each word makes his brain feels like it's gonna melt out of his ears. He feels good, a pleasant buzzing numbness all over his body that has him reeling. You work as an anchor for him, stroking and petting and kissing him as he works himself into a frenzy.

He can barely get the words out of his mouth as he feels the pressure inside of him start to build. The knot coiled so tightly is unraveling quicker than he can piece it back together. He can't hold it, he can't, he can't, he can't. His thrusts are erratic, too sloppy. Chasing his own high as he fucks into you hard and fast.

"Gonna cum for me? Mommy's sweet boy, gonna fill me up all nice?"

He croaks out the words "Y-yeah. Yeah, fuck."

"There you go. That's it."

Rin cums so hard he sees white, specks like stars in his vision. The sensation borders unbearable. It's such an intense wave of emotion he can't do anything but groan, gripping you hard and bottoming out completely before painting your insides stark white. Thick, hot spurts of cum that he keeps fucking into, overstimulating himself. It just feels so good. So good and so perfect and his mouth is agape - gasping for air as his body goes limp. You kiss him as it happens, swallowing the moans out of his mouth with a delighted smile.

He's ragged by the time it's all out, more coming in a second wave with less intensity. The wave of euphoria that washes over him doesn't bring him back down like he thought it would. He still looks at you, head blank as you smile down at him. You kiss his hairline.

"You with me? Think I should call it quits tonight."

"No. Want you to—you can sit, 'm fine."

It's like you can read his mind.

"You want me to sit on your face even though you just came in me? Think you're up for that?"

"'s fine."  He says one more time, too embarrassed to do anything more. Maybe you're feeling merciful because you don't make him say please. Just laugh, sliding his soft cock out of you slowly.

"Think you're gonna be okay? Wanna lay down?"

"I can sit on the floor. If it's okay."

He can feel how small his voice sounds, a feeling of shame overwhelming him. You rub his cheek affectionately.

"If you say so. Don't need to do anything but stick your tongue out and listen, but my sweet boy is good at listening, isn't he?"

He flushes. "Hn."

You give him a delighted smile, a proud one that makes him reel. Before he can pull away, you tell him to get down on the floor. He listens, back against it with his head laid back on the cushions. He can see his cum starting to drip out of you as you stand, his heart hammering in your ears.

The couch creak under the weight of your knees as you hover yourself over Rin's face. You thread your fingers through his hair and he sticks his tongue out without thinking twice. He can feel all the mess, your cum and his in his mouth - bitter and tangy as he lets his hand grip on your hips. Your clit is hard to attention as you grind against his tongue. He feels good as you groan with pleasure over him.

"I'm so worked up ‘cause of you. My pretty boy," You praise, before rocking your hips against his face. The feeling of you is suffocating, your thighs locked around his head. He can only breathe in the warm air surrounding you. You taste so fucking good. His nose is bumped against your pelvis as you tug harder and start an easy rhythm.

You rut back and forth and Rin suctions to give you a little more friction. You praise him for it.

"Fuck, Rin. I'm gonna—gonna c-cum."

Rin moans against you in approval and that seems to be enough to set you on edge. You hold hard onto the roots of his hair, your thighs clenching as you cum hard on his face after fucking it. He can feel your walls spasm, pushing the mess into his mouth. He swallows it obediently anyways, content to let you ride out your high until you're no longer able too.

When you sit up, you swipe Rin's lower lip with your thumb with a warm smile, putting your thumb in his mouth.

"Let's go clean up, baby."

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For Rin, the process of aftercare usually tends to be a lot of grounding. A bath, usually, with the two of you talking about nothing in the process. You wash Rin’s hair for him and wash-up together and then eat something. Rin’s spoiled, really, so you usually cook for him when he asks. 

Afterwards, the emotional exhaustion sets in. You retire yourself both to bed with snacks. Rin gets to pick (a thriller movie, you’ve let him have today) and he lays there in a hoodie with his face tucked into your side as you play with his hair. It’s vulnerable. A thing he can only access with you, after all this coaxing and trust. He tries not to think too hard about what this all means. That you have sex like this, and Rin submits to you willingly. He doesn’t want to know what it says about himself. 

It’s hard for him to wrap his head around it entirely. Why it feels so good to leave it all to you. Why being doted on like that is so soothing. Despite all the time it takes to unravel him enough to give in, you always execute flawlessly and Rin is… happy at the end of it. Even though he can only admit that begrudgingly. 

Rin leans into the warmth of your body as you gently stroke his hair. He looks up at you as you scroll on your phone, a silent plea for attention. You glance down and give him a laugh. 

“Hi, my love” 

“What are you looking at?” He asks, masking the petulance in his voice just barely. You giggle. 

“Twitter. People are asking if you cry a lot because of my interview.” 

“You’re such an idiot. Did you even mean that?” He says, leaning up to be closer to you. He headbutts you lightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek right after. 

“Sorta. It was mostly a plot to bully you about it. I am an idiot, and you love me so much about it.” 

“Unfortunately.” He says, rolling his eyes. He can feel the barest smile on his face and goes to look away as he hugs you close to him. You give a stare full of warmth that he wants to shy away from but can’t bring himself too. You press a tender kiss to his head. 

“Mommy loves you so much, yeah? More than anything in the whole wide world.” 

“I told you I was fine earlier. I don’t feel bad or anything.” He says when you use the title. He thinks you’re reassuring him because you’re concerned, but you just shrug. 

“I just wanted to tell you that.” 

He frowns “...I love you too. I guess.” 

You snort. Rin smiles as you turn to face him and hug him close. 

“Thanks for telling me, baby.”

It's a bad situation to be in. Surprisingly, while both of your older brothers are protective of you - Rin is the most strict about why you're not allowed to date his friends. Sae is a lot more lax about it, maybe because he's the oldest with the worst tendency of spoiling you. The only person he refuses to let you get involved with is Oliver and Shidou - but he doesn't particularly care about his other teammates if you're interested.

Rin, on the other hand, has been very verbal about you dating his teammates. A strict no on all of them, every last one - even the good and nice guys like gorilla-king Barou or Musclehead Kunigami. Chigiri is off-limits, Bachira is definitely off-limits, and the list goes on and on.

Of all of them though, Rin has a special disdain for the boy currently sitting half-naked in your bed after having sex with you the night before.

"If I ever catch that fucking freak looking at you, I'll kill him. You're not allowed to date Isagi ever."

When you were a little younger and it mattered to you more - you did try to stay away from them altogether. As the team went pro and Isagi came around more often to practice or bother Rin, the more difficult this ask became.

Isagi is two years older than you, and he's always been so nice to you. You'd only started speaking to him recently. He's attentive and charismatic, and awkward in an attractive way. All of that along with how he is when he plays - nauseatingly arrogant and cocky and so impossibly sexy made in impossible to stay away.

He wasn't always so tempting. But as of a few months ago, you couldn't take his eyes off him. So, at a party and away from your brothers view - you came onto him. He was even nice enough to try and stop you since he probably knew the outcome.

But your crush was only growing in size and you were determined to fuck him at least. So fuck him you did. You'd half been expecting your brothers gloom and doom to come true. You thought you'd wake up to an empty bed and no phone number - figure out why he'd always been so adamant on it.

Your bed was empty, but Isagi wasn't gone, he was making breakfast - grinning at you as you padded downstairs. You realized later that you'd be wiped down and changed sometime in the middle of the night. Turns out Isagi had his eyes on you for a long time, but per Rin's insanity decided not to approach. And now that you'd gone this far, he was determined to keep you.

Bridges burned, you started dating in secrecy. The only person who knows is Bachira. You kind of think Sae found out months ago, but chose not to let it slip. He just occasionally gives you knowing glances and tells you to be safe more often than not.

It's been 6-months and the two of you have been so careful. Isagi is mostly careful for your sake. He's told you more than once that he doesn't care who knows, even if it's Rin.

But you know your brother, and how fucking deranged he tends to be about stuff like this. So you've been sneaking around, doing home-dates or long-drives to avoid things that are too public and it's worked. You've been extra careful when you bring Isagi home - usually choosing to stay at his place.

Rin isn't supposed to be here. He went on a daytrip with his team for some photoshoot and was supposed to be home tomorrow. Sae was supposed to be in the gym. Now they're both at home, and Isagi is sitting in your bed while you're covered in hickies.

And you have not the slightest fucking idea how you're going to get him the hell out without being caught.

"I'm worried Rin-nii is going to fist-fight you." You say sincerely. Isagi laughs.

"I forgot he almost got into with Shidou. And Sae."

You sigh a deep sigh as Isagi rubs a circle into your back.

"I love you," You say with another frown.

"I love you too. Stop worrying so much. It'll be fine."

"You're only saying that because you don't know how much Rin lectured me about you specifically."

"Me specifically? Seriously? Am I that much of a villain to that guy?"

You laugh a little wetly "Yeah, kinda."

"Damn. Tough crowd.'

You both sit together in silence for a minute before sighing.

"Do you think I should enlist Sae-niis help?"

Isagi gives you a confused look. "I thought he didn't know?"

"I never told him but," You shrug sheepishly "Pretty sure he figured it out."

Isagi gives you a little kiss on the cheek "If you trust him, I trust him. We don't talk much but he seems cool to me."

You nod a little before grabbing your phone from next to Isagi - pulling back as you look for Sae's contact.

(sent 11:34am) : my beloved flesh and blood you know i love you with my whole heart yes.

from sae-nii (sent 11:34am) : how much money do you need? (sent 11:34 am) : no no its not that this time.

(sent 11:35 am) : uhm. isagi is in my room. and i need to sneak him out so rin doesn't see. help me. please please please. from sae-nii (sent 11:38 am) : ... you're such an idiot.

from sae-nii (sent 11:39am) : ill distract him. come down in 5 minutes exactly. and don't do this stupid shit again. im not helping you next time. (sent 11:40 am) : thank u i love you ur the best ever. favorite midfielder in the world.

You moan a sigh of relief as you drop your head onto Isagi's shoulder.

"Sae-nii is helping us. We're saved. Didn't even ask about anything."

"We'll have to make it up to him sometime." Isagi offers. You nod emphatically. You're sure he's going to interrogate you later but it won't be nearly as bad.

"We only have 5 minutes. I'll help you get your stuff."

"Thanks baby."

In 5 minutes, you help Isagi get dressed, pack of his stuff in the drawstring bag he brought with him, and give him a few kisses goodbye. You get a text at 11:44 on the dot saying Rin will be distracted for a little and to head down.

Your door creeks as you poke your head down, looking both ways before opening it completely and letting Isagi out. He does the same gesture as the two of you quietly make your down the stairs, Isagi's hand in yours as you trail behind him.

When you're finally downstairs, Sae is waiting at the end of the steps with a very unimpressed expression. You give him a look of gratitude, and he merely shakes his head. You're feeling especially lucky today.

Isagi comes all the way down and you stand next to him. Sae puts a hand on his shoulder and leans in.

"I called an Uber. It'll be waiting at the 7/11 on the corner..." A slight pause "Treat her well or I'll ruin your entire career."

Isagi swallows awkwardly.

"Y-yeah, of course."

Sae gives a satisfied nod before looking at you "I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, got it. Thank you nii-san." You reply. He softens before shaking his head.

"Go say your goodbyes outside. The Uber will be there soon and he still has to walk down there."

You usher Isagi outside, mouthing one last thank you to your brother before gently shutting the door behind you. Finally at your front door, you get a good look at your boyfriend under the early morning sun.

You give him a long hug, squeezing him tight as the wind passes by. He returns to the gesture, smiling in a goofy way as he pulls away from you.

"Stop looking so sad, baby." He reaches for you, cupping your cheek in his palm as he rubs his thumb underneath your eyes "I'll see you again soon, yeah."

You nod. You really don't want to part with him. Strangely the whole fiasco is only making you feel more fond. You hum, then sigh - giggling a bit.

"Mm, okay. Thanks for being you. Sorry your in-laws are insane."

"In-laws? Oh, am I getting proposed to first? That won't do."

"Stop that, I'm kidding."

"I'm not," He says with a light laugh "Let me win the World Cup first once though." He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your ring finger and feeling for the size. You flush.

"Stop being so romantic and go home."

He laughs a little again, kissing your hairline and temple before kissing you once on the lips.

"Message received. I'll text you. Love you. Bye baby."

"Bye,"

You part with one last kiss, watching as Isagi walks down the sidewalk and disappears around the corner without looking back. A wave of relief passes over you but you'd soon find out how short-lived the moment would truly be.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

from sae-nii ( sent 11:57 am) : i tried to keep him from going outside but he..

The message cuts off as a sense of dread fills your stomach. You turn around slowly only to see Rin at the window, fuming.

Oh, you're so absolutely screwed.

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AFTERMATH.

Isagi slides into the Uber with a heavy sigh, before sliding his phone open. A flood of messages awaits him all from the same time. Some from you opening with an apology - more from Rin that are a variety of threats.

He starts laughing in the back of the Uber, barely able to contain himself.

from evil twin (sent 11:56 am) : im gonna fucking murder you.

from evil twin (sent 11:56 am) : i already told her. no you especially. im gonna fucking flay you as soon as i see you.

Isagi laughs as he types back a reply, shutting his phone after putting his airpods in and playing music.

sent 12:08 pm : looking forward to family dinner otouto