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a/n: ty my babies for 1k, its been only a month andi have all of you, i literally love u guys sm. tysm for support!!! based on the votes & comments, i decided on him first but I'll try doing all of em<3
you're on your back, legs spread, bare against the sheets. vivian is between them, shoulders braced under your thighs, looking up at you.
"first time someone's done this to you?" he asks, voice low. his breath is already warm against your inner thigh.
you nod, a little lost already. everything feels too open, too exposed.
"okay." his hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles. "just breathe okay?"
as you nod, he kisses the soft skin of your thigh first before going closer. when his mouth finally settles over you, the first press of his tongue is deliberate—flat, warm, tasting you in one long stroke from bottom to top.
your whole body jolts.
"a-ah..what—"
"easy," he murmurs against you. "just relax."
he does that thing again, slower this time. the wet heat of his mouth covers your clit, then slides lower, exploring. you're already slick with arousal and he makes a quiet sound of approval when he tastes it.
you try to speak, but the words scatter when he seals his mouth over your clit and sucks. he does it gently, your hips twitching up without permission. his hands hold you down, a disapproval sound escaping him.
after teasing for what felt like forever, he finally began. tongue circling your clit in slow, deliberate loops, then dipping lower to push inside you—shallow, tasting, learning what makes your breath hitch. every time you gasp or tense, he slows the pace or switches until he has you whining in pleasure.
"feel good?" he asks, lifting his head just enough to speak. you looked down at him, his chin is wet with your slick. you blushed at how shameless he was.
"yeah...its a lot. like..oh."
he cuts you off by dragging the flat of his tongue hard over your clit again. your thighs tremble around his head, a moan escaping you.
he focuses on your clit, sucking in a steady rhythm while one finger circles your entrance, not pushing in yet—just teasing, coating itself in how wet you are. when he finally slides that finger inside, your back arches off the bed, a whine slipping from you.
"vi..!"
"shhh..i've got you." his free hand squeezes your hip.
he curls his finger, searching until he finds the spot that makes your vision blur he stays there, rubbing in firm, steady strokes while his mouth works your clit without mercy. the dual sensation is overwhelming—wet heat and pressure and the low, constant sound of him eating you like he's starving for it drove you insane.
and just like that, you're gone. confused by how good it is, how your body keeps moving without your permission, how the pleasure keeps building in waves that don't stop. your hands find his hair, nails digging into his scalp until he winces, nibbling gently on your clit as payback.
"nghh..vi! more pleasse"
he obeys yours request and added a second finger, stretching you carefully, still licking and sucking like he has all the time in the world. your thighs shook around his head. every time you try to close them he just pushes them wider with his shoulders and keeps going.
"look at you," he murmurs, glancing up. "you're so responsive."
he grinned, leaning back down, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit again and sucks harder, fingers curling deep until the pressure finally snaps. your orgasm hits hard—confusing, full-body, almost too much. you cry out, hips jerking, thighs clamping around his head while he rides it out, tongue still working you through every pulse until you're trembling and oversensitive.
"t-too much!" you whined, tugging weakly against his hair as he still licked you through your orgasm. hugo finally eases up, licking his lips as he looked you with darkened eyes.
"did you like that, princess?"
you blinked, looking at him with a flush on your cheeks. "mhm.."
"good. now you're gonna learn how to give your boyfriend a blow job yeah?"
"o-okay.."
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You can’t recall how long it’s been. To you, it feels like you’ve been in this position for hours. But with one good look in front of you, it comes rushing back.
In front of you, you see a man with cyan hair and bright blue eyes hovering between your thighs.
Your legs feel extremely tired, like they’re going to give out after all the teasing he put through your poor pussy denying your orgasm for so long.
It was obvious. The sweet, warm smile on his face would show good intentions—I mean, of course it would! It’s Hiori, after all! But what he’s doing to your body is the exact opposite.
"Yo-Chan... s-slow down, okay...?" you squeal, feeling the overwhelming buzz from the toy he’s holding against your clit.
Hiori is currently lying between your legs as you lie against his bedpost. Meanwhile, he looks up at you intently as he pushes a vibrator inside you, examining your reactions with a changed expression.
He kept the same smile, but it had lost all warmth. Instead, it was replaced with a wider, more sadistic smile. One that made your heartbeat quicken and fill you with unease.
"Shhh, baby, let me make ya feel good...” he cooed, circling the toy around your clit.
Just as he said that, he pushed it even further inside you, making your eyes roll back.
Your legs felt like they were going to give out so badly that they tried to close, but Hiori placed his palm against the inside of your thigh, forcing them back open with one push.
Looking up at you, Hiori giggled a bit.
"Acting like this over a vibrator? Imagine if you took my dick," he snickered.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Hiori—sweet-looking and soft-spoken Hiori—dirty talking you like this.
In one agonizingly long motion he trailed his finger from the inside of your thigh to your throbbing pussy feverishly rubbing it faster and faster. "Fuck look how wet you are... Ain't you embarrassed?" You couldn’t help the sweet moans that came out your mouth.
“Yeah? You like that?” He snickered
"You like it when I get you off like this?” He added.
“don’t think I'll let you cum and give you what you want sweetheart” he said rubbing faster
Your legs started to shake as your orgasm reached its peak, tears streaming down your eyes.
Just as you came, Hiori pulled away. His fingers and vibrator left your cunt leaving you pulsing on nothing.
You lay there confused, sweaty, and panting as hiori stared deep into your eyes with a sweet smile.
"I told you I wouldn't give you what you wanted, didn't I?"
A//n : dude I have no idea why this took so long to post but uhhh hoped you liked it !!
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never in his life would he have thought to be that way. none of his friends, colleagues, or people who glance at him on the street would say that—no one can see hiori as being the greedy kind. no one.
never in his life did he have anything to be greedy for. everything he could ever have wanted was stripped away from him, for the sake of being number one.
in his life, his childhood, it was all blind obedience.
sure, he could have tiny, selfish impulses, but they were all cast away as unattainable anyways.
the only time he allowed himself to really want something, to be selfish, was when he wanted you. your love, your touch, your care, your smile.
he whispers it in his sleep, he tries to put as much of it in his kiss to replace his failed words, he tries to beam it to your head whenever your foreheads touch and whenever your voice hits his eardrums.
the two of you lay in his bed, another quiet night of just each other. another time of just soaking in the other's presence, soft music from hiori's favorite ost's playing in the background.
suddenly, he feels it all at once. he swear he isn't the type to get swayed by his emotions often—but not often does he think that life is perfect like this.
the gentle breeze through his open window, caressing his skin where it was wrapped around yours.
the sound of your exhale, the indication of your heart beating right next to his own.
the way the familiar music seems to make every single moment of this even more special, even more prized.
it almost seemed impossible that this was really his life. it didn't seem possible that it all his years of living, breathing, of wishing he wasn't living or breathing led up to this moment.
hiori chokes on his spit, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. they do, tiny streaks from the corner that gently darken the bedsheets.
"yo-chan?" you whisper, alarmed. but he shakes his head at you. don't worry, my lovely.
"sorry…" he smiles out, voice wavering with his tears. "i just…"
he didn't know how to process his emotions right now, how to put them into tangible words that you can grapple onto and feel the same as he's feeling. he didn't believe that life could really be this beautiful now that you're by his side. he didn't believe in anything anymore, just the presence of you next to him, a light in his darkness.
the tears start streaming down his face, not caring for the efforts hiori tried to prevent them. you panic a bit more, reaching over to touch your hands to his delicate face, wiping away his tears.
"don't cry…" you softly mutter, concerned.
he brings his hands to his face, holding onto your hands and stopping them from moving any further. you freeze—partly because he asked you to, partly because of the momentary shock of how cold his fingers were.
"y/n…" he mumbles through the new wave of tears about to glisten his cheek.
"i love you."
you blink, surprised at his teary confession. of course, it was already established, but this time—the way his hands shook as it grappled onto yours, the sweet way he was crying, the intonation of his voice—it made this one "i love you" seem more meaningful than any other ones that came out of his honest mouth.
you smile, relaxing your hands and dropping them, leaning in closer to hiori so that he can soak up your body warmth.
"i love you too."
hiori might be greedy after all, since he has your endless love.
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the words slip out of your mouth in a breathy moan, right as nagi bottoms out inside you, his thick cock stretching you so full your train of thoughts paused momentarily.
he had you pinned beneath him on the messy bed, your legs wrapped high around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back.
his thrusts have been deep and rhythmic, the kind that make your toes curl and your head spin, but now he froze mid thrust, his hips stuttering to a halt with his length buried to the hilt.
you feel his cock twitch inside you at the sudden stop, the heavy weight of him pressing against that perfect spot that makes your walls flutter. his white hair is damp with sweat, as he stares down at you like you just spoke in another language. the room is quiet except for the sound of your mingled breathing and the faint creak of the bed.
"...huh?" nagi blinks, a confused expression crossing his face as he wonders if he had mistaken. "did you...say something? about fighting?" he shifts his hips experimentally, just a shallow roll that drags his cock along your walls and pulls a whimper from your throat.
"thought i misheard. why're you asking that right now? when i'm y'know...all the way in?"
you bite your lip, fighting a grin even as heat floods your cheeks and your cunt clenches around him involuntarily. it's ridiculous, yeah. but that's the point.
your boyfriend was always so effortlessly cool and detached—even when fucking you he barely seemed to lose composure, hence your reason for asking ridiculous questions to catch him off guard.
"i did," you murmur, rolling your hips up to take him deeper, encouraging him to move again. your hands slide up his bare chest, nails grazing his skin. "would you though? fight someone for me?"
your boyfriend exhales through his nose, a mix of amusement and exasperation, but he starts moving again—slow, grinding thrusts that make your breath hitch. "yeah...sure i'd fight 'em i guess...if it's for you." his hand slides down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher as he leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
"but do you need to ask this..? while im fucking you baby?"
you laughed at his words but it turns into a gasp when he hits that sweet spot again, perfectly so. the stretch of him is so good, so overwhelming. he was so long and girthy, filling every inch of you while his pelvis grinds against your clit with each snap of his hips.
"mmm fuck...but what if it's someone strong? like uhmm...would you fight reo for me?"
that makes him frown. his best friend? really? his cock throbs inside you as he pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyebrows furrowed in that adorable confused look.
"my reo?" he asks, sounding genuinely baffled, but he keeps his steady pace, causing the bed frame to creak with each push. "are you really thinking about him?"
you shake your head, grinning up at him even as pleasure coils tighter in your belly. your fingers thread into his hair, tugging lightly to pull him closer. "hypothetically nagi..not literally. if reo and i had some big fight or something. would fight him for me..? or like be on his side"
nagi huffs in disbelief, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin there before sucking a mark. his thrusts get a little harder, like the absurdity of you askijg about his best friend was actually turning him on. "i'd pick you. now stop these silly question baby."
he punctuates his words with a deep roll of his hips, grinding right against your sweet spot causing your back to arch, a moan slipping from you.
youe legs tightening around him as warmth spreads through you. god, he's so deep like this—every inch of his cock dragging in and out against your walls, the lewd wet sounds filling the room. but you can't resist it, so you ask:
"what about isagi? would—hah you fight isagi for me?"
nagi actually stops this time, lifting his head to stare at you with wide eyes. his cock is still buried inside you, pulsing hot and heavy. his eyes darken at your words.
"isagi? now you're bringing up isagi? while my dick is literally inside you?" one of his hands comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "you're such a handful aren't you? yeah id fight him. now stop talking about other men when I'm inside you.."
you giggle at his pout, pulling him down for a kiss your tongue sliding against him as he begins fucking you harder this time. he was clearly jealous but he kept quiet. you rock your hips up to meet his thrusts, chasing the building pressure in your stomach.
nagi groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. "you're weird." he says against your lip, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixing with your moans and his low grunts filled the roo. "i'm the one fucking you yeah? say my name."
you cling to him, nails digging into his back as your orgasm approaches. "nagi... fuck, right there..I love u.?"
he shifts angles as he heard your words, hitting that spot relentlessly inside you as one hand slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit. "good girl, i love you more..."
"you're all mine. cum for me baby."
the combination of his words, his cock pounding into you and those skilled fingers sends you over the edge fast. you cry out his name, walls pulsing tight around him as pleasure crashes through you.
nagi follows not long after, groaning your name as he spills deep inside, hips stuttering through it until he's spent and collapsed on top of you.
for a minute, it's just heavy breathing and the warmth of him still buried in you, softening slowly. then he rolls off to the side, pulling you against his chest with one arm like it's the most natural thing in the world. his fingers trace lazy patterns on your back.
"so..what made you ask that silly question?" he asks, looking at you with amuser eyes.
you snuggle closer, pressing a kiss to his collarbone with a satisfied little hum. "mmm..a tiktok video i saw.."
nagi scoffs, a smile finding his face regardless. "im gonna take that phone of yours away you know?"
a/n: HONESTLY....I hate this and yes, the link I mentioned at the end was my inspiration for it so all credits to them !
It’s been a long time since ness took you, but recently he noticed that you were starting to behave differently.
You would start your own conversations, reply to him, and do it all with a warm smile on your face.
He also noticed that, at times, you would follow him around like a lost dog, peeping over his shoulder when he was doing something, as if you could barely function without his presence.
He questioned it severely because, before, you would look at him with a blank stare, even ignore him or act cold toward him. Was it because of him? Had his obsession finally rubbed off on you? Were you manipulating him? Did he break you? Ness went through a spiral. He was unsure how to feel.
Although he had endless questions, he loved seeing you act as if you needed him. He loved seeing your warm smile every time you were around him. He loved how you didn't complain anymore when he put handcuffs on you.
It didn't even matter to him if you were broken or if it was because of Stockholm syndrome—he just wanted you.
He knew it was wrong. Sure, he's selfish, but it made him feel so loved.
One evening, you and he were watching a movie together. You sat close to him. Anyone would look and think you two were genuinely dating, but the bolts and locks on the doors and windows would tell an entirely different story.
The TV was playing softly, but Ness blocked it out. What he was really focused on was you. He secretly kept his eyes on you, faintly glancing at you every now and then.
He then noticed your eyes closing one by one. You seemed drowsy and were soon going to fall asleep.
He seemed to notice, glancing at you. He was going to ask if you wanted to sleep when, suddenly, you carefully laid your head down on his lap.
"O-oh!" he stammered.
His entire body froze.
You had never done this before. It's like you were a whole different person.
"Tired," you murmured.
"I see..." he said, Staring down at you as a faint flush appeared on his cheeks.
His hand hesitated before reaching up to your hair and gently combing through it.
He stared at you with a warm, wide smile. He didn't mind this at all. He loves you the same as when you were cold to him, the same as when he brought you here, and the same as now.
So this changes nothing at all.
Whether your smile was genuine or forced, it didn't matter.
After all, you were here.
With him.
By his side.
And that's the only thing that mattered.
A//n : lowk hope this is fine uhhh I love ness yhhh Kay bye ubhhhh
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summary . . ৎ → in which ISAGI YOICHI gives you a bouquet of flowers, and nothing goes the way either of you expected OR two teenagers learn that choosing what's "best" for someone isn't the same as choosing them
જ⁀➴ content: ANGST :: mutual pining :: emotionally constipated isagi :: no beta we die like my sanity :: 2.4K WORDS
The hallway buzzed with the usual chaos between classes. Lockers slammed shut one after another, conversations overlapped from every direction, and students squeezed past each other in a rush to beat the bell.
You barely had time to take another step before someone grabbed your wrist.
"Wait—"
A laugh escaped you as another pair of hands slipped a blindfold over your eyes.
"No cheating!" one of your friends giggled, batting your hands away.
"Just trust us!"
You let out an amused sigh and decided to go along with whatever they had planned. With your vision gone, all you could do was let them guide you through the crowded hallway, stumbling every now and then as they tried to keep you steady.
"We're almost there."
You heard them stop.
"...Okay."
The blindfold was lifted. And for a brief second, all you saw were blurry shapes. Then your vision cleared.
Standing a few feet away was Isagi.
He looked just as nervous as you suddenly felt, his fingers wrapped around a small bouquet of white and pale blue flowers.
Your heart skipped.
"...Hi," he greeted quietly.
You could only stare.
He took a hesitant step forward before extending the bouquet toward you.
"These are for you."
"...For me?"
He nodded.
Your hands trembled as you accepted the flowers, almost afraid to touch them in case the moment disappeared. They smelled faintly sweet, and for reasons you couldn't explain, your eyes stayed fixed on them for a second longer than necessary.
When you looked back up, Isagi was already watching you.
A smile spread across your face before you even realized it.
Around you, your friends immediately dissolved into excited squeals. They exchanged knowing looks before playfully nudging the two of you closer together, laughing at how quickly both of you had turned red.
"LOOK AT THEM!"
"I'M LITERALLY THIRD WHEELING RIGHT NOW!"
"Someone take a picture!"
You couldn't even find it in yourself to complain. If anything, the warmth spreading across your cheeks only made it harder to hide the smile that refused to leave your face.
Meanwhile, Isagi rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sheepish laugh as he looked away, though you didn't miss the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was strange how, despite the crowded hallway, it suddenly felt as though the two of you were the only people there.
Then the warning bell echoed through the halls, snapping you back to reality.
Students rushed toward the staircases, conversations picking back up as everyone hurried to class. You glanced at the staircase leading to the upper floors before looking back at him, clutching the bouquet a little closer to your chest.
"I should... go."
"...Yeah."
There was a tiny pause.
"I'll see you after school?"
For just a second, something flickered across his expression. Hesitation, maybe. Guilt. You couldn't quite place it before it vanished behind a small nod.
"...Yeah. After school."
That was all you needed to hear.
The entire walk to your classroom felt lighter somehow. Your friends teased you the whole way upstairs, but you barely heard any of it. You couldn't stop looking down at the bouquet in your hands, your smile refusing to leave no matter how hard you tried.
For once, you found yourself wishing school would end sooner. Because after school...You'd finally get to talk to him.
Between lessons, your mind wandered back to the hallway over and over again. You found yourself wondering what the two of you would talk about after school. Maybe he'd ask if you wanted to stop by the convenience store nearby. Maybe you'd finally get to know each other beyond the occasional conversations you'd shared over the past few months.
The thought alone was enough to make your heart race.
By the time the final bell rang, you had never packed your bag so quickly. After carefully making sure the bouquet wouldn't get crushed, you hurried down the stairs with the rest of the students flooding out of their classrooms. Your eyes instinctively searched the crowd, your heart pounding with anticipation.
He wasn't there.
You figured he was probably…running a little late? So you waited by the school gate, absentmindedly tracing your thumb over the ribbon tied around the bouquet.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
The stream of students gradually thinned until only a few remained, yet there was still no sign of him. You glanced down at your phone, hoping to see a message.
Nothing.
After another minute of waiting, you opened your chat with him and sent a quick text.
You: where are you? I’m at the gate :]
The message was seen almost instantly. Relief washed over you, but it was quickly replaced with confusion as the typing indicator flickered on and off several times. It was almost as if he kept changing his mind about what he wanted to say.
Isagi: hey
Isagi: i'm really sorry
The words made your stomach sink.
You: ??
You: it's okay (>’-‘<)
You: did something happen?
His typing indicator came and went several times, each failed attempt making you wonder what could possibly be so difficult to say. When another message finally came through, your heart skipped.
Isagi: can i be honest with you
You frowned.
You: of course?
This time, it took longer. Long enough for you to wonder if your phone had frozen.
Isagi: about what happened earlier...
Isagi: i wasn't planning to do that
You blinked.
You: what?
Isagi: your friends kept pushing me to do it
Isagi: they wouldn't leave it alone
Your grip on the bouquet tightened.
You: ...what are you trying to say?
There was one last pause, longer than all the others. And when his reply finally arrived, it was only a single sentence.
Isagi: i didn't mean to lead you on
For a moment, you could only stare at the screen, everything else around you fading into nothing. Your grip tightened slightly around the bouquet as your gaze fell to it, the weight in your hands suddenly feeling far heavier than it should have.
Then your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long moment before you finally typed.
You: i can't do this over text.
You: can you call me?
The typing indicator appeared almost immediately.
Isagi: ...okay.
Your phone rang within seconds.
You answered before the first ring could finish.
"...Hello?"
Neither of you spoke.
You were the first to break the silence.
"So... that's it?"
"..."
"You send me a few texts telling me the flowers didn't mean anything, and that's supposed to be the end of it?"
"...I'm sorry."
You let out a dry laugh.
"No. Don't do that."
"..."
"Don't apologize before you've even explained yourself. I don't want another 'I'm sorry,' Isagi. I want you to tell me why."
You heard him take a slow breath.
"...Your friends came up to me before school. They already had the bouquet. They kept telling me to just give it to you... they said it'd make you happy..."
You closed your eyes.
"So my own friends planned the whole thing... and you went along with it."
"...Yeah."
A bitter laugh escaped your lips.
"Did you ever stop to think about what that looked like from my side?"
"..."
"Seriously, I'm asking."
Your voice shook with frustration.
"What exactly was I supposed to think when a guy I've liked for months walks up to me with flowers? My friends blindfold me, everyone starts cheering, they push us together, you hand me a bouquet, you smile at me, and then you tell me we'll talk after school."
You paused.
"...Tell me, Isagi."
"...How was I supposed to think that meant anything other than you liked me?"
The call remained painfully quiet.
"...I don't have an answer for that," he admitted.
You let out a shaky laugh.
"Exactly."
"..."
"That's exactly the problem."
You looked down at the bouquet resting in your lap, your fingers absentmindedly brushing against the crinkled wrapping paper.
"I've been trying to figure out all afternoon where I went wrong. I kept asking myself if I read the situation wrong, if I got ahead of myself, if I was just... stupid."
His breathing caught.
"But the more I think about it..." You swallowed. "I didn't misunderstand anything."
Another pause.
"I reacted the way anyone would've."
"..."
"I mean, what was I supposed to think?" you continued, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to steady it. "That a guy gives a girl flowers in front of everyone just because? That he lets everyone cheer and push them together for fun? That he says, 'I'll see you after school,' because... what? He felt bad?"
"..."
"You didn't have to say you liked me."
Your grip tightened around the bouquet.
"Your actions already did."
Silence.
"And I believed them."
The words came out quieter than you'd intended.
"I believed every single one of them."
You laughed bitterly to yourself.
"You know what I was doing in class today?"
"..."
"I kept staring at these stupid flowers."
You sniffled, shaking your head.
"I was fixing the ribbon because I didn't want it to come undone. I was making sure none of the petals got crushed. I was smiling every time I looked at them."
You took a slow, uneven breath.
"I don't even remember a single thing my teachers said today because all I could think about was you."
The line went quiet.
"...I kept wondering what we'd talk about after school. I kept thinking maybe this was finally the beginning of something."
You laughed softly, the sound breaking halfway through.
"You know what's so unfair? I wasn't even asking you to like me back. If you'd walked up to me this morning and said, 'I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way,' I would've respected that. It would've hurt, but at least it would've been honest."
You swallowed the lump in your throat.
"But instead... you let me have the happiest day I've had in months."
Silence.
"You let me walk around that school thinking someone finally chose me. And now I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with that."
Your grip around the bouquet tightened.
"Because this isn't just about today anymore."
Another shaky breath.
"It's about every nice thing that's going to happen after this."
"..."
"The next time someone smiles at me, I'm going to wonder if their friends put them up to it. The next time someone gives me flowers, I'm going to wonder if they actually mean it. The next time someone tells me they want to talk to me after school..."
You let out a bitter laugh.
"...I'm probably going to assume they're about to tell me it was all a joke."
His breathing hitched.
"I really thought you were different, Isagi. But now, no matter how much I try to tell myself otherwise, a part of me is going to wonder...I had been someone worth fighting for... would've he still let everyone else decide for him?'"
"No."
His voice came out rough, almost desperate.
"No... don't think that."
You closed your eyes.
"I just wish...that for once, someone would've been afraid of losing me..."
A long pause.
"...the way I was afraid of losing them."
Silence.
"...Maybe then today would've ended differently."
You hung up. For a moment, you simply stared at the dark screen, your grip around the phone so tight your knuckles had turned white.
You wanted to scream.
To cry until your chest stopped hurting. To ask why it always seemed to happen like this.
Instead, you took one slow breath after another, repeating the same words in your head because they were the only thing keeping you together.
You deserve better.
She deserves better.
That was the conclusion Isagi had come to months ago.
It was easier to believe that than admit why he kept finding excuses to walk the same route after class, why conversations with you somehow stretched longer than he intended, or why he caught himself looking for you the moment he stepped into school.
At some point, you had become part of his routine. And somewhere along the way...That stopped feeling ordinary.
The problem was, every time he thought about doing something about his feelings, another thought always got there first.
What have you done to deserve asking her that?
Isagi had spent years chasing a version of himself he still hadn't reached.
Blue Lock taught him that wanting something wasn't enough. You had to prove you deserved it. Every day, there was another player to surpass, another weakness to fix, another goal that still felt just out of reach.
That mindset didn't stay on the pitch.
Whenever he thought about you, the same question always surfaced.
What could I give her right now?
He was still chasing his dream, still trying to become someone he could confidently say was enough. He didn't know where football would take him after graduation, or if it would take him anywhere at all.
So when he imagined your future, he never saw himself in it.
He pictured someone who already knew what they wanted, who wouldn't hesitate, who could walk up to you with flowers because they chose to, not because they were pushed into it.
Compared to that person...
Isagi never felt like he'd earned the right to stand beside you.
So when your friends approached him that morning with a bouquet already in their hands, he told himself it wasn't really his choice. If he went through with it, it wasn't because he'd finally found the courage—it was because someone else had made the first move for him.
For a brief moment, though, all of those thoughts disappeared.
The crowd around him, your friends standing nearby, and every reason he'd spent months convincing himself to keep his distance faded into the background. All he could see was your smile as you accepted the bouquet.
It was the moment he'd caught himself imagining more times than he'd ever admit. But instead of holding onto it, he convinced himself that walking away was the kinder choice. If he stepped back now, you'd eventually meet someone who could give you the certainty he never believed he could.
But instead, he became the reason you doubted it would ever come.
Your final words echoed through his mind.
"I just wish... that for once, someone would've been afraid of losing me... the way I was afraid of losing them."
He lowered his head.
"I was."
The words came out as nothing more than a whisper.
"I was terrified."
Terrified that one day you'd realize you deserved someone who had already made something of himself.
Terrified that you'd eventually see the gap between the person he was and the person he was still trying to become. So he made the decision for you. He thought that letting you go was proof that he loved you.
He believed the kindest thing he could do... was to never ask you to choose him.
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"i wann' nut in you—please can i?" ness begs, his forearms tight around your waist.
he looks up at you so pathetically, forcing his head into your petting. he absolutely loves this position with you facing forward on his lap, sweaty bodies flushed against each other as you ride his soul away. your knees dig deep into the mattress, locking in his thighs that stretched out between yours.
"i-ich werde brav sein, bitte sag ja.."
he pulls you down harder at each desperate whine he slips out, stuffing his nose between your breasts and slobbering all over your soft skin.
"bitteee, y/nnn i wanna- inside you s'bad... y/n it hurts..."
you tightly suck in a breath, feeling his limp cock twitch inside your womb. the rock hard head of his shaft bulges through your cervix, fitting right inside like a puzzle.
"y/n i wanna so bad... du tust mir so gut, ich kann einfach nicht andersss.."
"fine, fine... yes..." you grunt, your head immediately sinking into his shoulder.
he could just die here beneath you the moment you nodded, approving another orgasm. slowly, warm fluids seep out between the gaps of your throbbing pussy, his cock still plugged deep inside of you; ness was not letting go anytime soon. clenching so tightly, he twitches and thrusts up once more, your walls wrapping tighter around his pulsing veins.
"y/nn~ hnghh—" ness gasps, biting onto your nipple, wanting your cum to somehow come out of your breasts instead.
you and ness breathe deeply together, mirroring beasts in hibernation, feeling each other's raging heartbeats. his hands slide low to the side of your legs, lazily pumping you up and down.
you tap gently on his back, "enoughh..."
ness chuckles. bulky arms wrap harder around your bare hips as his forehead nudges your collar.
"thank you... than' you~" he repeats in soft murmurs, quietly milking you over and over with subtle movements . . .
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"i wann' nut in you—please can i?" ness begs, his forearms tight around your waist.
he looks up at you so pathetically, forcing his head into your petting. he absolutely loves this position with you facing forward on his lap, sweaty bodies flushed against each other as you ride his soul away. your knees dig deep into the mattress, locking in his thighs that stretched out between yours.
"i-ich werde brav sein, bitte sag ja.."
he pulls you down harder at each desperate whine he slips out, stuffing his nose between your breasts and slobbering all over your soft skin.
"bitteee, y/nnn i wanna- inside you s'bad... y/n it hurts..."
you tightly suck in a breath, feeling his limp cock twitch inside your womb. the rock hard head of his shaft bulges through your cervix, fitting right inside like a puzzle.
"y/n i wanna so bad... du tust mir so gut, ich kann einfach nicht andersss.."
"fine, fine... yes..." you grunt, your head immediately sinking into his shoulder.
he could just die here beneath you the moment you nodded, approving another orgasm. slowly, warm fluids seep out between the gaps of your throbbing pussy, his cock still plugged deep inside of you; ness was not letting go anytime soon. clenching so tightly, he twitches and thrusts up once more, your walls wrapping tighter around his pulsing veins.
"y/nn~ hnghh—" ness gasps, biting onto your nipple, wanting your cum to somehow come out of your breasts instead.
you and ness breathe deeply together, mirroring beasts in hibernation, feeling each other's raging heartbeats. his hands slide low to the side of your legs, lazily pumping you up and down.
you tap gently on his back, "enoughh..."
ness chuckles. bulky arms wrap harder around your bare hips as his forehead nudges your collar.
"thank you... than' you~" he repeats in soft murmurs, quietly milking you over and over with subtle movements . . .
needy!bf alexis ness who constantly sends you texts throughout the day asking about your well-being, which also includes the usual "I love you's".
needy!bf alexis ness who cannot keep his hands off you even if his life depended on it—dating him means always having at least one of his hands on any available space of your skin.
needy!bf alexis ness who'd be even more whipped if you happened to feel just as lonely as he does; not only would it make him feel seen, but it'd also give him a twisted feeling of reassurance to know that he's the only one for you.
needy!bf alexis ness who is prone to jealousy once he realizes that you're giving far too much attention to other people in your life for his liking, but he'd never voice it.
needy!bf alexis ness who is a complete sucker for words of affirmation from your part; just hearing a direct reminder of your love is enough to quiet down his insecurities for a little while.
needy!bf alexis ness who'd at first have a hard time adapting to a relationship where he isn't only giving his all but also receiving.
needy!bf alexis ness who still puts your needs above his.
needy!bf alexis ness who can be overbearing sometimes even without realizing it. his mind would torment him with overthinking if the sentences "I just need some space" or "I just want some time alone" ever came out of your mouth.
needy!bf alexis ness who is most likely going to shed a few tears in secret if you're ever particularly mean to him.
needy!bf alexis ness whose tears are definitely of borderline shameful pleasure whenever it comes to the two of you in the bedroom; even if you're going vanilla, he'll still cry.
needy!bf alexis ness who'd never say no to your physical needs—he pretty much wants you all the damn time but doesn't confess it in fear of scaring you off.
needy!bf alexis ness who'd be absolutely weak for condescending praise, but he wouldn't say no to actual degradation either.
needy!bf alexis ness who never fails to be a whimpering mess; you can't expect him to be silent while actively messing with someone as sensitive as him.
needy!bf alexis ness who somehow always has enough stamina for the two to keep going as long as you want; doesn't matter if he feels like a complete wreck when you want another round.
needy!bf alexis ness who will pathetically beg just to be allowed to come inside you when you're on the pill; he'd also be panting with faint traces of tears on his face while doing so.
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