sumihana

˓ — ISAGI YOICHI

the type who loves to cum inside your warm cunt more than anything, but he supposes he can settle on your thighs just this once — and plus, he doesn’t mind licking the mess off of you like the good boyfriend he is!

“you’re not on the pill?”

he’s trying so hard to sound mad, to look irritated and annoyed on how you didn’t buy a new bottle after you ran out, especially since you know that this was going to happen — but the way your walls were clinging onto his pale shaft was making it so hard, harder than he had initially thought.

his eyebrows furrow together, lips parted in ecstasy as his hips stutter slightly. his grip on your hips grew tighter, tight enough to leave burning red marks which surely will make itself comfortable as claiming your hips as home for the next few days.

“fuck. y-you should’ve — ah , told me —” he grunts, and he’s finding it hard to put his hips to a halt from plummeting inside of you from the back.

He looks mad, with the furrowed brows and darkened eyes, but the shakiness in his voice and the tremble of his bottom lip as he throws his head back with a groan that came straight out of a pornographic movie is telling you that he actually couldn’t bring himself to be mad.

not with the way you were pressed up against him, that is.

“c-can’t you just — unh, pull out and slip a condom on or sumthin—?”

and he almost laughed, laughed at your words if it wasn’t the way you looked up at him so sweetly through your shoulder, eyes glossy and wide — arching your back oh so deliciously for him with that stupidly innocent look on your face.

you fucking minx.

“hah — easier said than done, baby.”

how could he pull out when you were gripping onto his twitching cock so tightly, warming it good enough to send shudders throughout his entire body.

saliva coated lips make contact with your shoulder, canines sinking into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His pupils dilate, the scent of your shampoo and lotion and the light taste of sweat on your body making him moan, moan — his dick twitching inside of you. you were a fucking sex pollen to him and you knew it.

He can’t find it in himself to stop pounding into you, the thought of him cumming inside of you and possibly getting you pregnant making his hips move faster — meaner. You were too addicting, you had a chokehold on him and the sweet whimpers and moans escaping your throat only adds more fuel to the already large, suffocating fire.

“y-you know,” he grunts, chest heaving with each needed breath he takes, his mean hips finally coming to a stop as he speaks, leaning your cunt needy and pulsating, “I’m startin’ to think that you actually want me to cum inside.”

the whine that bubbles from your chest makes a wolffish grin tug the corners of his lips, watching the way your half lidded eyes focus slowly on his dark blue ones.

“w-what? ichi — th-that’s not wh.. hngh!”

he cuts off your words, burying himself as deep as he could inside of you — slender fingers pressing down on the bulge of his needy cock on your stomach, watching the way your eyes rolled back and back arched further, ass hitting against his pelvis.

“c’mooon. really?” he drawls out, tilting his head to the side slightly, “I’ve reminded y’to buy a new bottle already. and I know damn well you wouldn’t have forgotten — unless you really wanted to be filled with my babies, ha? all swollen and full.”

He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, picking the pace back up — relishing in the way the tears stream down your cheeks as you body jolts forwards from the impact, a loud moan ripping out of your throat.

Surely, he’s got to have some personality disorder. The once sweet, innocent yoichi was now a mean, unforgiving one — toying with you as he flips you onto your back now, his ears picking up on the way you squeak at the sudden change of position.

And he swears he could feel your gummy walls clench tighter around him at the thought of you full with his children, making him grunt softly — fingers digging deeper into your hips.

“oh? so I’m right, aren’t I?” he mused, the already large shit eating grin on his face growing larger, if that was even possible.

“s-shut up— I’m c-cumming,” your fingers move onto his biceps, nails digging into them as a desperate attempt to ground yourself. meanwhile his hands find solace onto your soft thighs, pinning them down against the navy silk sheets of his bed.

“yeah? a-are you now?” his eyes narrowed slightly, teeth gritting together and brows furrowing as he himself is desperately trying to restrain himself from doing anything he’d regret, which would obviously busting his load into you suddenly and, perhaps, getting you pregnant with his kids.

“fuck — cum with me then,” soft pants escape his parted lips, his body chasing yours.

he could see the way you panic in your eyes. the way you desperately try to muster up your voice to tell him to stop despite knowing all attempts to tell him off would be futile, to hold his load or to pull out, and the way you were so drowned in the pleasure he was giving you that he had rendered you into a speechless little thing.

“f-fuck ! yoichi, don’t —” you gasp out, head pressing back against the soft pillows propped up behind your head, jaw hanging open from the immense euphoria.

as soon as the creamy white liquid gushes out of your sensitive ring of muscle, you could feel him swiftly pull out — and with a few jerks of his hand, he coats your thighs with his own sticky mess, head thrown back as the number one striker lets out a uncharacteristically pathetic moan.

the room washes over with silence, the sound of your and his soft pants filling the rather quiet room until you break the silence, eyes peering down at the wet spot on the sheets beneath your thighs and the sticky feeling of cum kissing your thighs.

“shit. gonna be such a mess to clean up,” you breath out, chest still heaving gently from the workout he had just made you do.

he simply grins, licking his lips.

“who says I’m not gonna help you clean up?”

and with that, he sinks down onto his knees, hands finding home onto your thighs once more.

˓ — RIN ITOSHI

the type who lets you get the consequences of not telling him — leaving you needy and on edge! after all, it’s not his fault that you forgot to tell him …

“what did you just say?”

slender digits come up to grab a fistful of your hair, hips coming to a stop as he forces your head to tilt back to look at him — chilly teal eyes lean down to peer straight at yours, his nails digging into your scalp. his grip was tight enough for it to almost be considered painful.

almost.

was he annoyed? yes. was he horny, needy, and needed desperately to cum? also yes.

“I-I’m ah — n-not on birth control ..” you managed to squeak out, shrinking under his gaze — your fingers clenching around the silk sheets of his bed, the material curling and wrinkling beneath the grip of your fingers.

you could see the way his brows furrow slightly, clicking his tongue once more in slight annoyance. he’s been edging himself and you for what, an hour now — constantly forcing your back into a deep arch so he could hit deeper and deeper into you, hitting places you never knew wlere even inside of you — listening to your pretty sounds and such pitiful begging for him to let you cum, just for you to tell him that at the very end, he won’t have the chance to cum inside of his favorite place to do so?

such bullshit, he thinks.

That doesn’t mean he can’t have any fun, though. After all, you have some compensation to make for him.

His brows soon relax slowly, and he was slight thankful he dumbed you down just enough for you to miss the small, yet sly smirk tugging the corners of his lips as he leans down, lips gently grazing your neck — moving closer and closer until his teeth reached close enough to tug your earlobe right between his teeth, warm breath tickling the skins on your hair.

“It’s okay, baby.”

His voice was condescendingly sweet, a hidden meaning laying deep down beneath his words — but gosh, how could you ever focus on his words when the cock drilling deep into you and rearranging your guts was stealing all of your focus instead?

“I’ll just hafta pull out, hm?” He bites the inside of his cheek, finding humor in the way you seem to relax at his words — forgetting that he wasn’t a man to forgive and forget so easily. His fingers leave the soft locks of your hair gently, instead, moving to the back of your head to have a firm hold of the back of your head — pushing your head against the soft pillows on his bed, muffling your whines and pretty little moans of his name as his hips slowly start to resume its steady rhythm against your ass.

You choke on your own sounds, feeling the way he pounds faster — meaner, deeper. And it was weird, because the youngest Itoshi has never went this rough on you. Drool seeps out of their corners of your lips, jaw hanging open — a wet patch of your drool forming on the Itoshi’s pillow covers.

If only you had knew, that behind the mean, pounds of his hips, would be a sinister intent to leave you needy and on edge — desperate enough for you to get down on your knees and beg.

“R-rin, cummin’, please — ” his ears perk up at your words. And as if to prove your point, he could feel the way your thighs quivered and tightened, struggling to hold yourself up properly. And amidst the lewd sounds of skin slapping mixed with the sounds of your moans, he could hear his sheets crinkling underneath your tight grip against them — nails digging into the soft mattress, your words coming up as hardly audible hiccups and whines.

“Shit, that so?” His breath hitches softly, feeling the way your walls clamp up around him. His dick twitches inside of you, and you gasp at the feeling — because you know what’s about to happen, or — what you expected to happen, at least.

“Such a needy little thing. Go on, then.”

Before you could say anything else, he pulls out, edging you once more this night, relishing the way you grunt softly in complaint as you squirm, moving your hips back to press against his pelvis, silently begging for him to put himself back in.

But instead of being met with him aligning his tip right back in, you’re met with a soft shake of his head, his left arm wrapping around your waist as he leans down, lips grazing your earlobe once more.

“ ‘m sorry, sweetheart, but I think you’re right. Think’ we should keep it just the two of us for now, hm?”

He leans back slowly after pressing a gentle kiss onto your cheek. Fuck, he could feel his blood rushing south once more at the way you pout at him — eyes watery and teary, before they eventually flutter shut from exhaustion.

Guess he’ll have to find another way to relieve himself ..

˓ — BACHIRA MEGURU

the type who’s pull out game is, weirdly.. good? Either way, he doesn’t mind settling on cumming on other parts of your body — after all, all of you is perfect in his eyes ! .. and, well — maybe also because he wants to take a few pics of you covered in his cum .. but you don’t have to know that!

“And? I really don’t see the problem here ..”

A childlike pout starts to form on his lips, tilting his head gently to the side slightly like a kid stuck on a math question written on the board — his fingers reaching up to intertwine with your own, which were pushing against his chest, trying uselessly to push him off of you — a poor attempt on trying to make distance between your cunt and his mushroom tip nudging your entrance.

“I-im not on the pill-! That’s the problem,” you huff out, your fingers squeezing his gently — blood rushing to your cheeks at the amount of personal space he has taken away from you. But he merely shrugs, a cheeky smile tugging the corners of his lips as soon as the realization hit him.

“Ah — that’s what all this was about? no biggie, trust me. I can jus’pull out!”

He seemed oddly casual about the situation, to your surprise. The playful glint in his eyes seemed to shine even brighter than the soft, silver light of the moon slipping quietly through the white curtains of your room — even brighter than whenever he would score a goal during a match. Maybe it was because this situation was no different, you’ll never know.

“I’ll take good care of ya, I promise.”

And you should’ve known better from the earlier signs of him being waay to casual for a situation like this, considering how he’d use to pout whenever you’d tell him to slip on a condom — that he had a secret intent behind the unusually sweet and understanding talk of his.

Click, click click!

His phone in his right hand, while his other hand held firmly onto your waist, holding you down against the soft bed to prevent your from squirming too much. After all, he couldn’t let you ruin his piece of art!

A satisfied grin tugs the corners of his lips, giggling at the way you use the back of your hand to cover the lower half of your face. Cute, he thinks. How you think that would stop him from taking any more pictures of you painted with his cum — cheeks flushed with your skin glistening slightly from the light sheen of sweat on your body, the creamy white liquid trailing down from your chest to your stomach makes him let out a soft groan.

“Cmon, don’t — hah, don’t get shy on me now,” he breathed out softly, continuing to gently pump in and out of you, trying to coax out another orgasm out of you to coat your already sticky thighs. His hand leaves your waist, fingers trailing up your arm, then to your wrist, and finally laces your fingers together, gently pulling your hand away from your face. A seemingly innocent smile tugs the corners of his lips, leaning down to coo intoxicatingly sweet in your ear.

“Just one more, one more. yeah baby?” His warm breath fans over the bare skin of your neck, sending a low shudder running throughout your spine.

He bottoms out slowly, before thrusting back in as deep as he could — relishing the way your back arches off the bed, head lolling back against the soft cushions of the pillows beneath your head.

Setting his phone down on the bed, he diverts his entire focus to you, and how your hands tensed, trying to ground yourself by squeezing his own hand like he was your lifeline. He grunts softly at the sharp sting of your nails digging into the outer layer of his hand, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip — a rather strange contrast to how rough we was with plummeting inside of your hole, stretching and molding the walls accordingly — marking you as his.

“B-but — hng, ‘guru - came twice already-”

He could only grunt the way you look at him so pleadingly, so lovingly - eyes glassy with tears and saliva prodding at the corners of your wet, kiss bitten lips.

“That so? Ah, well - y’know what they say,” he manages a breathy chuckle, his fingers digging a little deeper into your hip as he bottoms out, again, leaving you feeling empty and craving for it despite being oh so overstimulated already - your body shaking slightly from just how overwhelming the pleasure really is.

“Third time’s the charm.” He grins, before slamming right back into you - just like how he previously did minutes ago.

“T-thats not even how it works in this contex- mmfh!” He cuts you off simply, pressing his lips onto yours gently to swallow and muffle all of your noises. After all, he’s received a noise complaint once from the grumpy neighbor next door - probably just jealous that he can’t ever get someone as good as you, he thinks - but he’d rather not get another one even though he really does want him, or the whole apartment complex for that matter, to hear who’s making you feel good.

He licks your bottom lip, his smile growing wider at the gasp you let out, easily taking it as the opportunity to slip his tongue right in. He presses his tongue against yours, and your head is all fuzzy and dizzy - unsure on if it was his dick inside of you that was making you cum again, or if it was the way his tongue seemed to press and prod against yours that was making you on the edge of cumming again.

Actually - you don’t think you’ve even realized that the heat was already building and pooling inside of you again until now.

“Now, now-” he pulls away softly, feeling the way your thighs seemed to tremble and how your breathing got just a little more labored as your walls dragged across his milky shaft.

“Y’might hafta quiet down, sweets.’ He smiled against your neck, and he knows - knows just how close you were.

Slowly, he reaches for his phone once more - hand leaving your hip as he opens the camera, angling it just right without looking, like he’s been training for this moment his entire life.

“Can’t have the neighbors complaining again, no?”

And with that, the shutter clicks as soon as the knot in your stomach snaps.

˓ — CHIGIRI HYOMA

the type who’s a little upset about not being able to flex his speed his speed inside of you this time, but doesn’t mind too much, he’ll just have to make you flex this time, right?

“Fuck - I don’t know if I’m still upset about you forgetting to take your pills, or if I’m ah - happy at the new sight in front of me,”

His chest was heaving from a mix of exhaustion from his recent football training just now and of arousal from how pretty you looked desperately grinding on his bare thigh like a dog in heat.

Truthfully, his mind was a dizzying mess during his training, you constantly came into his mind, whether when he was stretching, talking to his teammates - it drove him crazy, especially with the way his teammates would point out how he’d suddenly doze off with cheeks flushed out of no where. He’s been dying to feel you around him and fill you up since morning, morning - thats just how desperate he was.

And it seemed like that same, needy desperate urge was now bubbling inside of you like how it did to him earlier today. Perhaps it was you facing the consequences of your own actions, having have forgotten to buy a new bottle of pills, but he can’t find it in himself to complain.

Not when he has such a pretty sight in front of him.

Instead, the corners of his lips tug upwards into a lazy grin, opting to lean back against the couch with his arms hanging and rested behind them, refusing to help you.

“I-I’m sorry, Hyo-” you whined out breathlessly, your hands rest on the rough muscle that your needy cunt has been desperately trying to get the right amount of friction out of. Through the dizzying texture of his skin against your folds that was keeping you teetering on edge, you could vaguely remember just how eager he’d been when he stepped through the front door of your shared apartment - like he’d been a man who’s been walking through a dessert for days and is in dire need of water.

It made you feel guilty, it really did - when you broke the news to him sheepishly and watched the way he paused slightly, like if he was deciding whether he was disappointed or if he could live on without craving into his urge and desires today.

“why are you apologizing, hm? there’s ha - nothin’ to apologize for.”

He’s certain he couldn’t even comprehend your apology with the way you looked so desperate on his thigh, the muscles tensing beneath your puffy folds. A light sheen of sweat on your forehead, trembling fingers supporting yourself up against his thigh, nails piercing the skin lightly.

“In fact, think I just found myself a new obsession,” his grin grows a little wider - a little more dangerous, one that screamed he wasn’t letting you get out of this one so easily. The grin he gets when he reaches in range to shoot his goal.

He bounces his knee gently, watching the way you crumble - fingers digging deeper into his skin, almost deep enough to draw blood - and your back arching, like you were desperately seeking for his touch that he wasn’t going to give.

Not yet, at least.

“Hyo, please ..” you plead so prettily, all breathless and seemingly so out of it. It was nearly enough for all of his self restraint to snap with only the filthy, squelching noises of your wet cunt rubbing against his thigh - leaving a mess that he can’t take his eyes off of.

But he’s not that mean. He suppose he can cave - just a little.

That’s what he wants you to think, at least.

His right hand lifts, sliding from your thigh to your hips - giving it a gentle squeeze, thumb moving to caress your hips gently, close but not close enough to where you need him the most.

“use your words, pretty girl. I don’t have clairvoyant powers.”

He bites back the breathless chuckle at the way you huff and pout, struggling to find the right words.

“need your help,” you choke out so prettily, all quiet and struggling. Hair falling over your face as your head tips forward, biting down on your bottom lip.

“on what?” He leans back, enjoying the view - watching the way you mewl and whine at the game he’s playing. At the way he’s pretending not to notice how your entire thighs tremble atop of his from effort of desperately trying to get yourself off.

“n-need to come —“ you finally manage through gritted teeth, peering up at him through your lashes, wet with unshed tears of frustration.

“yeah?” He hums, fingers digging deeper into your hips, leaving red angry marks.

He bounces his knee slowly, biting back a moan at the way your breath hiccups from the sudden friction.

“can’t do anything yourself, huh?” He snickers almost mockingly, dragging your hips over the hard muscle of his thigh. He enjoys the way your lips part into a silent scream, fingers trembling and clawing at his thigh.

He clicks his tongue, grinding you faster on his thigh. He wants to draw this out as long as he can, but with the way your eyes are slowly starting to roll, eyelashes fluttering to try and keep your eyes on him, he really ‘can’t’ resist.

“Come, sweetheart,” he leans down, breath fanning over the skin of your neck, smiling against the skin at the way your body shudders and trembles when you feel the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

A hand shifts to your back, running his palm over the small of your back in soothing circles, pushing you to lean against his chest.

The way you whine when his other hand stops your hips, just mere seconds before you were about to let go, digging his blunt nails to leave faint crescent marks against soft skin.

“poor baby,” he coo’s softly, did you really think he’d let you come so quick?

“‘m sorry. I don’t think you deserve to come just yet.” he watches the way you claw at his shoulders instead, whines and whimpers muffled into his shoulder.

“but maybe..” he trails off, slowly guiding your hips against his now wet thigh once more. The hand on your back trails up, carefully pushing a strand behind your ear, lips tugging wider into a smile when you look up at him all teary.

“maybe if you prove it to me, I can let you come.”

A N . I initially wanted to include nagi n reo but maybe if this does well enough for a p2 🥹.. but as usual, reblogs very much appreciated!

itoshi rin

rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.

"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.

rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.

if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.

size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.

"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."

michael kaiser

this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.

he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.

"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.

kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.

despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.

he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.

seishiro nagi

nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.

nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.

he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.

he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.

during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.

reo mikage

reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.

reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.

"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.

reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.

the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.

yoichi isagi

isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.

as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.

if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.

isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.

"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.

and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.

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does destiny exist?

it's hard to think so considering how your past relationships ended. honestly, you should get a participation award. you must've pissed somebody off in a past life to deserve this.

as an employee for a large international fashion brand that worked closely with sports, you've met many players throughout your time there. football players were your largest demographic.

you'd never been a huge football fan; you barely knew the game outside of "people kick balls and hands are a no no". but the players liked to talk, so you learned more about it through them. it was nice hearing about something people are so passionate about. football was life to these people. it was a refreshing change of pace. after all, your introduction to football wasn't the kindest.

it all started in japan when you were 11. your parents had booked a trip there and spent their time learning japanese and teaching you how to speak it as well. when you guys finally went, it was a lot of fun. your mom sucked at japanese, so your dad took over most of the talking while you got to stand there and look pretty (thank god, you didn't want to interact anyways).

at some point, you'd been given freedom to explore the nearby area. you were wandering around, forbidden from going too far, when you came across a boy your age practicing football. he had uniquely styled reddish brown hair with striking teal eyes, and a smaller and younger boy with the same eyes and dark green hair watched him with admiration.

you watched in fascination as well. his footwork was incredible. you'd never seen a football player up close, let alone one your age. so when you saw him, you were blown away. he noticed you quickly, and called you out for staring. that's where your relationship with sae itoshi began. he was your first love and your introduction to football. two years later, he moved to spain for a football academy.

neither of you ever said it out loud, but you both knew there was something there. he'd kissed you before he left for spain. you said you'd wait for him. you did, but you didn't realize a game could change someone so completely. sae unofficially broke up with you by 15 (unofficially, because you never dated). you should've expected that he'd do this eventually, he'd never asked you to be his, but it hurt so bad.

that same year, you had your internship with your current company. you'd been lucky to get it so early. you were immediately thrust into the life of interacting with foreign players, a job you loved. from there, you met bunny iglesias with his soft lavender hair with vibrant red eyes and a sideways cross shaped scar across his face. he was handsome, tall, and mysterious. so began your unraveling.

he'd spent all summer flirting with you. it was hard to resist a hot spainard being so openly interested in you, and it'd been forever since a guy showed interest in you. it was probably a bad idea to trip all over yourself after being so devastated by sae, but being a teenager was about dumb romantic decisions. bunny had the potential to be the one, right?

WRONG!!! LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER!!! BLARING SIREN WARNING!!!

not only did bunny iglesias lead you on, but after he got what he wanted from you, he GHOSTED you. what the fuck man? isn't spanish supposed to be the language of love??? bunny clearly did not get the memo, because a whore's love means nothing.

the worst part is that you should've seen it coming. bunny always hated happiness. he said it made him want to die. and despite your heartbreak with sae, you'd stayed full of joy and whimsy, something that bunny pointed out constantly. it should've been a compliment, but from a guy like bunny iglesias, your misery is what makes him smile.

but out of all of them, michael kaiser broke your heart the most. he was an upcoming star when you met him, someone who'd been scouted recently and was making a name for himself. you'd met him the same time you'd met bunny, but michael never made a move the way bunny did. and with bunny preoccuping your thoughts, michael didn't have much of a chance to start with.

you guys got closer as time went on. you texted frequently. you were friends before he confessed to liking you, and the two of you started dating. you supported his career the most, being genuinely happy and proud when he succeeded.

he was your first boyfriend. the first person to ever put a label on it and be serious about it. neither of you had experience, you were both awkward teens. your first date ended with you both being rained on, your first kiss was shy, your first time together was a massive trial and error. yet it never made your love falter. you fought everyday to make it work, and he learned to trust you with his feelings.

you guys worked until you didn't.

michael loved you dearly. you both knew that. but the issue was that he didn't think he deserved forever, and he knew you wanted forever. so he left before he promised you anything.

in a way it was mercy. he was letting you go, allowing you to move on and find somebody worthy. but it wasn't what either of you wanted. you cried, you argued, and you both said "i love you" before finally splitting up. his fear of messing it up made him dump you before he could make you hate him. nothing you said would've changed his mind.

michael moved on faster than you did. he started dating some model two years later, and that fact became public because she threw a fit when he dumped her. funny how none of the relationships after you lasted.

he'd become a player to the public, someone who couldn't make a relationship last a year, but you knew better. the michael in those relationships wasn't the michael you had, and for a while you'd haunt yourself with that knowledge, wondering if he'd ever come back.

would he realize he was wrong? was something you asked daily. at some point you gave up on that hope. he told you he was gone, and begged you to move on. he'd moved on, so it was time for you as well.

except you couldn't. after three failed romances, you'd convinced yourself you were unlovable. you kept their hearts warm until they discarded you for something they actually wanted. sae wanted his career, and he saw you as an obstacle in it. bunny wanted sex, and once he got it he left to go find another to seduce. michael wanted love, but didn't know how to receive everything that came with it and he ran away out of fear. every man that showed the slightest interest in you dipped.

you were soooo done with men. one more soul crushing breakup like michael and you'd never recover emotionally. the funny part about your exes is that all of them became part of new generation 11. ironic that you'd been involved with three of them. you met lorenzo and loki too, but they were just friends who treated you kindly and even suggested people you could date.

but one magical day, you met vivian hugo. someone who changed your life. it's an ordinary day that started with stress. some player was coming in for fitting adjustments because somebody in design fucked up his measurements, which meant more paperwork for you. you're annoyed since the week has already been rough with the english team complaining, the german team flying in (meaning you would have to avoid michael at all costs), the spanish team not liking their outfits, and now a french player having to be refitted by you because apparently no one else is competent.

you took a deep breath, resting your hand on the handle. you've got this. you're definitely not about to meet a scary player who will curse you out and maybe ruin your day. everything is fine. the french are friendly, right? with a dose of self-confidence, you pushed the door open.

football players are always so tall and muscular. yeah, that's the point of the sport, but it still freaks you out. especially since the man in front of you has burgundy hair with the most empty black eyes you've ever seen. he looked serious, but not unfriendly. he studied you carefully, eyes scanning you up and down. you couldn't tell if he was unimpressed, uninterested, or something else.

"um... hello." you said awkwardly.

"hello." he tilted his head. "are you here to fix my suit?"

"yes. we have to get the measurements done now so the tailor can fix it before your event tonight."

he paused, then nodded. "i apologize for the inconvenience."

"you're fine, its nothing to be sorry for. our design team messed up, so its our fault we have to rush." you held out a measuring tape. "extend your arm, please." he did as you asked. he was surprisingly obedient; most players argued or got impatient. he was silent the whole time, his abyss of eyes following you around as you moved.

"you're very beautiful." he blurted.

"oh." you paused, unsure of how to respond for a second. "thank you. i wasn't expecting that."

he hummed. another moment of silence before: "do you believe in destiny?"

you looked up from where you were measuring his legs. "what?"

"destiny. do you believe in it?"

"i'm... not sure i follow."

he pointed up at the ceiling, gazing up like he was looking at something beyond it. "every human is born with traits that make them suitable for something. that means they have a role to play and straying from this leads to unnecessary struggle."

"so we all have a path to follow?"

"precisely." he tilted his head again, "so do you believe in destiny? because i do. and i believe that destiny led us to meet today."

"...how?" you asked, nervously sorting a pile of books that didn't need to be sorting.

"isn't it obvious? we're fated to meet and fall in love."

you turned toward him slowly. "excuse me?"

"i'm in love with you."

"WHAT." you cleared your throat. "are you serious?"

"of course. why would i lie?"

"we don't even know each other."

"we can start. i'm vivian hugo. and you are?"

"i'm [full name]. nice to meet you as well. so like... why are you in love with me exactly?"

"you're pretty, kind, and competent. you are well-suited to the role you currently play and i admire that about humans. everybody should be more like that." vivian said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. "destiny has brought us together."

"right... well i'm all done now, and i will be off. cya, i guess?"

"can i have your number?" jesus, he was persistent.

"...fine. you may." full of suspicion and against your reasonable mind, you gave him your number. despite how cold he looked, he was surprisingly sweet. and determined. and also way more expressive and emotional than he seemed???

he had the most stoic face in the universe, but he beeped when he backed up like a car (who are you warning?? there is nobody behind you at the moment you're just walking backwards dude). once time he stuck his tongue out at you and said "bleh" so seriously you laughed. vivian had more of a personality than he seemed to. it showed with his passion for football, how frequently he talked about destiny, and his admiration for his teammates. he spoke about loki so highly you almost admired him too.

weirdly enough, vivian was content with being #2. instead of wanting to be the best in the world, he wanted to be #2 and control the whole playing field as a midfielder. it was a huge change of pace from the other players you'd met. it was like finding gold among pretty rocks.

he was still on with that "we're meant to be together, it came to me in a dream blah blah blah" stuff, but knowing more about him made you realize he was serious and not love-bombing. he genuinely believed you were somebody he was supposed to be with. you worried he might die if destiny failed him with how much pressure he puts on it.

vivian hugo was a passionate man. he slipped through your defenses when you least expected it and snuck his way over to your heart. still, the idea of falling for someone again was terrifying. what if he WAS love-bombing you? what if this was all a setup? you'd push him away sometimes just to see if he'd get tired and leave.

he didn't. he never did. which was annoying considering you wanted him to be evil so you had a reason to shut him out completely. his patience with you was infuriating as well. you'd snap at him, tell him to go away, say that you know he's faking it, and not speak to him for a bit. and he always came circling back like a damn boomerang. one time he mailed you flowers because you were mad at him for something stupid. another time he showed up at your door with chocolates and a teddy bear (which is insane considering he was supposed to be out of the country at the time).

"why do you do it?" you asked one day, curled up on the couch wrapped in warm blankets.

"do what?" vivian asked, stirring honey into freshly brewed tea because you were starting to get sick and he knew you liked your tea with honey.

"why do you stay?" it sounded silly but you had to get that weight off your chest. you had to know his motives.

he clinked the spoon against the cup to remove the extra liquid before placing it in the sink. he looked over at you. "because you're important to me."

"you didn't say i'm your destiny."

he frowned, "[name], i've said you're my destiny multiple times. it doesn't mean anything to you, so i opted for something different this time." he leaned forward, pulling up his sleeves to wash the dishes. "but look at us. i'm here, aren't i? i'm always here. i'm not leaving, not just because you are my destiny, but because i love you and i value you as a person."

tears welled up in your eyes. all you'd ever wanted was for someone to see and love you. "do you promise?"

"i do."

"do you pinky promise though?"

"of course."

you held up your pinky. "swear it."

a smile tugged at his lips as he mimicked your hand motion. "i swear."

"...can i have a kiss with that promise?"

"i thought you'd never ask." he came over, carefully bringing your tea with him. he set it down on the table carefully before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips. it was warm and comforting, a silent vow of love and trust.

"thank you for choosing me." you murmured against his lips.

"i will choose you everyday for as long as you let me." you let yourself believe him. because vivian hugo was a man of his word, and he'd proven himself to you time and time again.

perhaps destiny was a real thing. either way, you're grateful that the universe brought him to you.

Bunnies are one of the cutest animals to ever come out of evolution. They’re fluffy and big-eyed like cats but their cuteness stands out more because of the fact they’re prey. While cats have sharp claws and teeth that can make you bleed, bunnies are known to be completely harmless to other animal species. Their existence seems to be solely to feed its own predators and appeal to the human taste in cuteness more than anything. So since they don’t have a great, unique defense mechanism and only a cute appearance, it seems that bunnies found their way to survive this cruel dog-eat-dog world through reproduction.

Bunnies who could reproduce the most offspring and quickly thrived more than bunnies who could only birth one or two offspring.

That’s the principle that Bunny Iglesias carried when he was mating with you. When he trapped you on a rigid mating press, where you had no freedom to shift at all because he stood so much taller and more powerful than you, and he thrusted you right where you most liked, Bunny solely fantasized with how much offspring he was putting inside you for you to carry.

It was ironic for a man like Bunny to carry that principle. In fact, his name was ironical on its own. Almost standing 2 meters tall, with the biggest and strongest arms you’ve ever seen in a man and the meanest smile on his face, Bunny fucked you senseless while telling you that he wasn’t tired in the slightest. He had you stuck underneath him to be the victim of his sadistic lust for rawness like a wolf, slowly corrupting a poor female bunny’s mind that he successfully hunted before he could devour its flesh. Only a predator could ever be such a cruel breeding machine like he was being with you right now. Or maybe Bunny does deserve some credit for his name because only a bunny in heat would work this hard to pump his babies inside a female bunny nonstop with zero to little care of how much your body could take of his sperm before collapsing. Bunny Iglesias was truly a wolf in a bunny’s clothing and he fulfills his role perfectly.

It was your fifth round with him at this point and nothing had changed in your position. Bunny didn’t once stop moving at the constant speed he was going with nor did he once cum outside of your poor cunt. From the angle he had you on, you could watch the slow corruption of your pussy. It’d gone from this clean, untouched place to a dirty and mushy mess with the amount of cum Bunny had already spilled and made your body spill too. He was really taking the task of breeding you seriously.

The worst part is that you liked it. Beneath all your shame, you loved to be dominated like this. All you had the right to do in that position was to take him in submissively while he stared at you from above with that annoying grin of his that told you his pride was skyrocketing right now. Weren’t you just the most perfect bunny to breed with?

“You look so cute…” Bunny suddenly added, tilting his head to catch your struggling expression from another pretty angle.

“B-Bunny, I-I cant… think—” You desperately pleaded for his mercy by babbling his name, which he thought was cute and took as a plea for more.

But poor little you was so overwhelmed with distorted pleasure that you couldn’t even talk without babbling all over yourself. Bunny’s grin grew wide at your rolling eyes, clearly enjoying how dumb he was making you look for him.

“You don’t need to think about anything right now.” He smoothly said, completely contrasting your barely communicative state. “Unless its about how much I’m putting my babies inside you right now… Heh.” Then he giggled at the imagination that all that ran through your mind was him and his dick.

And his charming voice only convinced your weak conscience to apreender yourself to him and his raw breeding more and more. Bunny noticed how your legs quickly stopped resisting at all to his rigid press, making your pathetic pussy spread even easier for him to invade. Not that it changed anything, really. Your poor hole was slippery enough for anything to go back and forth inside it. You wouldn’t be surprised if his fist could fit in too, seeing how his thick, aggressive cock had already dilated a good fraction of your hole a long ago. The initial pain of that size difference was long gone, but you missed that pleasurable pain a bit.

“Que buena conejita que tengo..!” Bunny actually laughed at you again, genuinely happy to see your trust on him, but you didn’t mind that humiliation. “Hazlo sola por mí, amor.” Then he suddenly chose to let go of your legs and stood straight.

You followed his orders despite being so weak, smiling dumbly for putting yourself in such a humiliating position—where you held your own wide open for him—like the masochist you were. You were offering yourself like an object to be throughly used by him. A full plate for a predator to eagerly consume. What kind of prey behaved like that to themselves when facing a predator? And of course a wolf like Bunny smiled back at your actions.

“And here I thought you were unconscious…” Bunny patted your head twice to praise your dedication to this whole moment. “Stay still like that for just a bit longer, yeah?” Then that same hand moved down to grope your breast.

Your eyes followed it, liking to be mindlessly touched there as if the way he used your pussy wasn’t enough to make him cum inside you again for the whatever the count was at this point of the intercourse. It was pointless to grope you like that, but he still did it for the sake of power dynamics.

But then your whole body shivered when Bunny’s hand other hand sneaked to your clit while you were distracted, making you hiss when he punched its mushy, puffy core.

“B-Bunny..!” You pleaded for him again… but this time he could tell the reason for it was different from last time. “P-Please…” Your body burned as you failed to express yourself clearly in that position that tired you even more since all your crumbling was being used to hold your legs rather than just worm helplessly under his grip.

“Please what, hm?” He tilted his head, mocking you from that powerful angle above you.

“P-Please fill me up again…” Your eyes almost got wet from tears from the itchiness he caused to your clit, toying with it just perfectly to make you cum with him too.

“What do you think I’m trying to do, hm?” You couldn’t answer his teasing questions at this point anymore.

All left of you was this lustful husk of yourself he’d seduces out of you.

“All I’ve been doing for the last hour is breeding you like crazy and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon yet… Lay still like the good bunny you are and jet me finish my job, okay?” You nodded pathetically, just hoping the moment would come soon enough.

Bunny focused his mind in the task again. He was a bunny, wasn’t he? So he must focus to fuck you and impregnate you just like the real bunnies do on Discovery Channel.

Bunnies in heat have no mercy with the females they’re mating, so neither should Bunny have mercy with you. He needed you to be leaking his semen until the next morning until he could call it a day. No other bunny or wolf could ever lay their hands on you. You were his and only his partner for this season. He didn’t care if that sounded predatory, he was technically still a fully grown human being, and one that didn’t have the happiest background.

But the legacy he carries comes from bunnies. Senseless, maximum reproduction.

Bunny orgasmed inside you again and it burned your sensitive insides once again. Bunny didn’t move an inch. He forced your body to take it all no matter how much you moaned and arched your back to stop your womb from burning. You even had a small tear falling down, happy to be feeling this pain of being a vessel for his offspring.

“Phew…” Bunny breathed out for the first time in some exhaustion once his body finally relaxed from the shaking wave of pleasure that took him, no matter if he was already halfway desensitized to it at this point.

And just by curiosity, he decided to tortuously slowly pull out his dick from you and check up on your body after looking to the side and realizing just how darker the outside world had become compared to when you two first started this.

Plop

That was the sound that came from your pussy finally detaching from him and what immediately followed was a quick and thick pool of cum dripping out of your that remained dilated. It didn’t seem like it had any energy or condition to come back to normal right now and it needed time to recover.

The more seconds passed, the more your pussy let our all the cum that couldn’t fit in your womb and Bunny watched it all in shock and amusement. You were really the perfect mate for heat season.

“Ah. Ahahaha..!” Bunny laughed when he finally realized that your pussy had done its most perfect and dedicated work for him. “Looks like I should’ve given you some breaks in between the rounds, shouldn’t have I? Sorry about that, love…” Despite the apologetic words, Bunny used a finger to gently scoop a fat chunk of the falling cum and push it back in.

It didn’t seem like he was going to stop here.

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I missed posting an oneshot here, not gonna lie… but I’m still more focused on my longer projects on AO3 and Wattpad. I won’t post with much frequency here at all. I’ll keep posting whichever small oneshots I cook in the way in this page, though, don’t worry about that. ;)