𑣲 kise ryouta

𑣲 seijuro akashi

𑣲 aomine daiki

𑣲 atsushi murasakibara

𑣲 shintaro midorima

you decided to take a shower to clear your head after the long day you had. sigh. you really just wanted to be in your boyfriend’s arms right now..

after you got out of the shower your eyes suddenly drifted to his jersey lying there on the bed. without a second thought, you put on his sweaty and dirty jersey even though you just got fresh out of the shower. it smells so much like him, it’s driving you crazy.

the warm, post-match smell lulled you to sleep in your bed.

-

kaiser came home later than expected, the apartment quiet as he shut the door behind him with a click. he tugged off his jacket. you’re probably asleep, he thinks.

he remembers ness told him he needs his jersey for an interview the club’s media team is gonna film the next day, and they specifically want the real match-worn jersey.

‘’schatz? im home.’’

walking further inside, his eyes scan the room. the jersey should be upstairs on the bed where he had left it.

he checks the bed and his gaze immediately softens for a moment when he sees your small form lying on the bed. he watches you sleeping peacefully. the steady rise and fall of your breathing filling the quiet room.

then he remembered why he came here. his eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the room again. not on the bed. not the chair, the floor..

he groaned in frustration. his jaw tightened, ‘’where the fuck did I put it?’’

kaiser checked the living room, the bathroom, then the bedroom again.

you were still asleep; strands of hair had fallen across your face. you looked completely peaceful, unaware of him watching you silently. he didn’t move yet, just looked at you. then he noticed it: his jersey— on you.

‘’..seriously?’’ he muttered under his breath— not angry, just caught off guard.

you didn’t even wash it. it’s probably stinky and musty from all his sweat. (🤤)

he stepped closer and gently pulled the covers off you.

now he couldn’t decide what was worse..

the fact that he couldn’t find it— or that you’re wearing it like it belonged there.

he exhaled slowly, gaze drifting over the sight of you curled in bed. the shirt hangs loosely on your frame. tugging the blanket down further— he notices how you’re only wearing panties; the lacy white and blue ones that match his gorgeous hair.

‘’fuck, princess.’’ his eyes can’t stop roaming over your body— filthy thoughts of you taking over his mind. how you were casually wearing something that’s his.. it makes his cock twitch in his pants.

he caresses your smooth, silky skin. you’re beautiful. it frustrates him how you can easily take over his space without even trying.

‘’you really don’t realize what you’re doing to me, do you?’’

carefully— while you’re still asleep, he maneuvers you to lay in the position he wants you, your unconscious body breathing steadily. his cock is already stirring fully in his pants. his fingers drift to your panties and he feels your juices already coating them.

you must be having a wet dream, with the way kaiser can easily slip his two fingers right into your dripping pussy.. hitting that precious spot deep inside.

he watches your face melt into a blissful expression— brows knitting together briefly, face scrunching before softening again like it was being washed away.

his fingers curl deep, making sure to stretch you out enough. ‘’what’s on that pretty mind of yours, huh? you’re so fuckin’ wet.. it better be because of me.’’ kaiser smirks as you let out a few soft whimpers. your lips glossy with a little drool. your lashes kissing your cheeks, still. you’re not stirring at all.. no matter how rough he’s being with you.

he can see your nipples harden underneath his jersey. fuckk.. you look so good in it. it shows that you’re all his.

you finally manage to open your eyes after he pulled his thick, long fingers out of your pussy. the sight you’re greeted with is absolutely phenomenal..

kaiser looking up at you between your legs, his left hand squeezing your plush thigh, making sure you keep your legs spread for him— and his other hand is dripping with your wet, sticky slick. it’s running all the way down to his wrist and he does not hesitate to lick and suck it all off his fingers.

‘’mihya..?’’ you voice came out soft and drowsy, ‘’baby? what’re you—‘’ your voice cut off and turned into a moan when you felt his fingers slip inside again— this time three instead of two.

‘’shh, baby.. yes i’m here. did you miss me, süße?’’ his voice was low and controlled. he knew exactly what he was going to do with you.

you whine softly, his fingers speeding up until you’re almost at your peak. his fingers scissor inside you and that’s when it hits you—

your orgasm overwhelms you briefly, and he rides it out with you— quiet and close.

‘’good girl.’’ he praises you, voice rough. leaning forward, he grabs your hips again and flips you over so you’re on your stomach. you gasp softly, still trying to steady your breathing.

you feel his dick nudging against your entrance— smearing his pre-cum all over it.

‘’mngh— yes.. please..’’ you whine out, not even knowing what you’re begging for, the only thing that’s on your mind right now is kaiser and how you need his dick inside you now.

kaiser lifts your (his) baggy jersey up a bit— eyes flicking down so he can see your ass that’s displayed perfectly in front of him before his hand snaps out and a hard, teasing smack lands on your ass. 

‘’tell me what you need, baby.’’ his tip teases your folds from behind. ‘’you— michael.. I want you— inside me..’’ you whine.

he mocks your whines before finally giving you what you need. he forces himself inside you with a low groan. you always have to get used to the sheer size of him, stretching you out nice and good..

when he feels your soft body tense a bit— he slows down. yeah, he’s mean sometimes, but not cruel. he lets you adjust to him before he starts fucking you with deep and fast strokes. the room is swallowed by the wet sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

he grabs the hem of the jersey you’re wearing, ‘’y’know I would rip this thing off you if I didn’t need it tomorrow—‘’ he grunts.

he wraps a hand around your throat from behind— firm but careful, not tight enough to harm. but still, you felt so lightheaded, especially because you just woke up.

‘’mngh, fuckk.. mihya—‘’ your drool dripped all the way down your chin till it reached his hand that’s lightly gripping your throat.

your body begins to shake a bit, your eyes glossy and tears roll down your cheeks— joining the drool that’s coating kaiser’s hand. his other hand is firmly planted on your hip. his own hips snapping harder, hitting that one spot deep inside you over and over.

your vision blurs and you desperately cling onto the bedsheets, ‘’you’re close, huh? I can feel you squeezing me. go on, let go.’’

and you do. the pleasure becomes all too much as you reach your breaking point.

kaiser feels you clench down hard around him and he doesn’t stop. his hips start moving faster and faster, helping you ride it out until he reaches his own high.

‘’I’m cumming..!’’ you moan, a loud pornographic sound leaving your lips.

with a low, guttural groan he stills his hips deep inside you— releasing all his cum, breeding and claiming you as his.

with a soft shift, he pulls you close and rolls you onto your side, his arms staying firm around your waist as he spoons your from behind.

you both pant, your eyes already threatening to shut..

and before you do drift away, you feel kaiser kissing your neck lovingly.

‘’keep the jersey,’’ he murmurs in your neck.

‘’huh? I thought you needed it for tomorrow’s media shoot—?’’ you trail off.

kaiser only smirks , arms tightening around your waist slightly, ‘’you look better in it anyway.’’

this was entirely his own fault. a few hours earlier, isagi and his team won the match against france after he scored the winning goal (this IS gonna happen. trust). security and staff barely managed to pull him toward the sideline tunnel before reporters started surrounding him.

you were watching your amazing boyfriend answer reporters’ questions from the VIP section. oh, you couldn’t wait to kiss him after this! you were so proud of him. but you noticed how he stopped stealing glances at you.  

your eyes narrowed at the reporter he was talking to. she kept leaning in closer, flirting shamelessly while Isagi just kept smiling, answering her questions like it was nothing. it made your stomach twist.

so now he’s paying for it. every second you torture him by speeding up and slowing down just when he’s about to cum.

you switch positions again, making him lay back on the bed while you turn your back towards him and lower yourself on top. isagi sighs in relief. finally, he’ll have your warm and tight pussy squeezing around him again— but then he suddenly feels you sit on his stomach instead. ‘’lay back.’’ you order him and he gulps before submitting.

he feels your warm, thick thighs wrap around his leaking cock. you rub your thighs against each other, and he moans like a pathetic slut. ‘’i’m doing this for my pleasure only. so shut up.’’ your thighs clench around his cock as you continue bouncing up and down, getting off to the lewd sounds he’s making. he grips the sheets so hard, they might rip. he doesn’t dare to touch you, not when you’re like this.. a few more strokes and he’s about to nut everywhere.. but you’re not letting that happen just yet.

his tip is leaking uncontrollably. loud whines coming from him and tears streaming down his cheeks as he continues to apologize over and over again, hoping you would go easy on him and let him nut. ‘’d’ya think that other women can make you feel good like this?’’ you pant, voice low and demanding.

‘’no mommy, only you.. angh.. can make me feel this way!’’  isagi cries out.

your thighs grip his cock like a vice. everything is covered in his sticky pre-nut. and isagi just doesn’t stop whining like a little bitch. so you turn your head towards him and crash your lips onto his. he continues moaning into your mouth, his tongue immediately trying to find yours. the room fills with the sounds of your messy, breathless kissing. you bite his bottom lip until it draws blood, isagi winces in pain.

you shift your hips on his lap again and pull back for a second to look down at him.

his pretty face is stained with tears, his eyes red and glossy like he can barely hold himself together anymore. you grab his jaw and force his mouth to open before spitting a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, it mixes with the blood that’s dripping down his lips. he immediately swallows it. ‘’good boy..’’ you smile.

shit, it feels like isagi’s soul has been fermented by a fucking succubus.  

‘’fuck.. baby, please let me cummngh—‘’ he cries out. god, his begging is so hot.

you finally give in and rub the slit on his tip that’s poking out between your thighs. ‘’fine, go on then. don’t waste—‘’ your words are cut off by isagi’s loud, pathetic moan. his cock is twitching violently between your legs. his whole body goes rigid, he’s shaking, overwhelmed, unable to even form your name properly— he just whimpers out incoherent thoughts as everything crashes down.

you watch him unravel completely. when it’s done, he’s still trembling— barely even able to breathe.

you study him in silence, still possessive. you’re definitely not done with him yet, even though his body is still shaking.

‘’baby, I’m sorry! on foenem grave I didn’t know that lady was flirting with me!’’  yeah, no.

and before isagi can even think, you’re on him again.