summary: youre not used to the compliments he always gives, but with all honesty? you love it
character/s included: Vivien Hugo, Bunny Iglesias, Michael Kaiser, Julian Loki, Don Lorenzo, Sae Itoshi, Alexis Ness, Charles Chevalier, Rin Itoshi, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Kenyu Yukimiya, Shidou Ryusei, Otoya Eita, Karasu Tabito, Barou Shoei
warnings¬es: reader doesnt know how to respond to a compliment, they lowkey obsessed with you, a bit ooc, I dont think the title fits but oh well, wholesomeness, a little bit suggestive, divider: @/uzmacchiato
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Reo Mikage - the brilliant and hard driven football player. The kind of guy who walks into a room and draws every eye. The purple haired star wrapped in confidence and charm with a quiet hunger beneath. Then on the other hand you got Nagi Seishiro. Aloof, quiet and absolutely Unreal. A prodigy who barely lifts his head unless it’s worth his time. Genius written into the slope of his shoulders and the slow way he blinks, half-asleep even when he’s winning.
Two sides of the same coin that orbiting each other like gravity. Unstoppable. Unshakable. Untouchable.
But no one knows they’re not a duo at all - they’re a trio.
You’ve been their since the early days. Before blue lock and the fame. You’re theirs since back then when Reo’s voice was still full of self doubt and Nagi barely spoke at all. Back then when it was late nights and ramen and scraped knees. All while you tried figuring out what they wanted from the world.
Reo met you first.
He was unraveling fast. Rich and restless, halfway in love with the game, but already burning out from the pressure. He didn’t want someone to coddle him - no, he needed the challenge, and that’s what you gave him.
“You only lose if you quit, Reo,” you’ve told him once. Curled besides him with your fingers digging into his thigh. That alone might’ve bought his soul.
Then came Nagi.
Not once you tried to impress him. You also didn’t try flirting with him. You just made him omurice after a long and let him lay his head in your lap without saying a word. He liked that a lot. He liked you. He texted you at night complaining about Reo. About the world being too loud. He just wanted to nap with you under the safety of your bed covers and you let him. Each time.
Everyone thinks Reo and Nagi spend all their time together and they aren’t wrong. But the truth is, when they door closes and the world fades away, it isn’t just the two of them. It’s you between them.
Reo’s hand is tangled in your hair. Nagi’s soft lips pressed to your shoulder. Three breaths that are in sync. Three bodies pulled so tightly together it blurred the edges of where one ended and the other began.
They don’t share you with anyone else. Never. They don’t want to, because they’re so fucking selfish when it comes to you.
Reo calls you his goddess when he’s desperate. When he’s got your thighs over his shoulders, your nails digging into his back, when he’s fucking you so deep you can’t breathe through it.
He fucks you with an edge that makes you want to flee, want to pull him closer and everything in between. The selfish part of him wants to own every moan, every shake in your hips, every little cry that slips from your lips.
“C’mon, baby. Let me hear you. Let me feel you come.”
When he’s losing control of everything - his game, his drive, himself - he finds it again inside you. Buried in you, groaning your name to the ceiling - to the sky. Each time he’s holding your hips down, because you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.
And Nagi doesn’t say much, but he shows you. He touches you like worship. Fingers slow, knowing what they could do. His big palm spreading you open as he licks lazy, wet circles into your clit. Watching you blink, watching your mouth fall open, watching the tremble in your thighs. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He’ll finger you through three orgasms without saying a word, just watching. Letting you squirm. Letting you soak his hand while he hums softly against your pussy like he’s bored, even though he’s rock hard the whole time.
“Mm. You’re shaking again,” he murmurs sometimes. “Feels good, huh?”
Sometimes they both have you. One of them in your mouth, groaning, fists tangled in your hair. While the other’s buried deep inside you, fucking up into your heat with slow, devastating thrusts that make your eyes roll back. They switch places halfway through. Over and over, like they can’t decide who gets the privilege of hearing you break next.
You’re a mess by the time they’re done. Hair tangled. Throat raw. Pussy dripping and red from getting stretched, fucked too often and creampied.
They love it.
“You’re ours,” Reo pants, kissing your temple between thrusts.
“Made for us,” Nagi echoes, dragging his tongue up your inner thigh.
You’ve come too many times to count and still, they don’t stop. They fuck you slow sometimes. One on either side, stroking your thighs, kissing your skin, whispering soft things as they move in sync. Like they’re trying to love you open instead of tear you apart.
“Doing so good for us, baby.”
“She’s so wet. You feel that, Reo?”
“Don’t stop. She can take it.”
You curl between them after. Raw and full and glowing. Nagi rests his head on your chest, his long limbs tangled around yours like a cat, his breath soft and steady as your fingers card through his snow-white hair. He falls asleep first. And Reo talks quietly, feverishly. About the future. About the next game. About how he’ll never be enough unless he earns this. Earns you. You rub circles into his back until his voice fades.
No one else knows. No one else gets to know. They shine in public. They dominate on the field.
But in private you’re what keeps them burning. Their anchor. Their obsession. The soft thing they fuck themselves into when the world gets too loud.
You belong to them and they’ve always belong to you.
POV: Bunny Iglesias—just as his first name suggests—likes to roleplay as a bunny when he’s fucking. He ends up behaving more closely to a wolf, though, and he for sure has all the physical capability to keep it up for as long as he’s satisfied.
⚠️ WARNINGS:
— This is a NSFW oneshot with no plot and not really proofread
— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
— Contains: Breeding Kink, Creampies, Degradation + Praising Kink, Predator/Prey Play and Dumbification
— AU is: Up to interpretation
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. ;)
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Won't sleep in a crib. Won't let a maid touch him. Won't nap unless your scent is wrapped around him like a blanket. Constantly needs your clothes, your skin, your warmth.
He also looks just like Rin. Teal big innocent eyes, pouty lips, that familiar innocent face that Rin had when he was a baby.
And he also wants only you.
You are always carrying him. Holding him. Feeding him. Rocking him. Bathing him. Your arms ache constantly but you don't let go.
You barely sleep.
You barely breathe.
Wheneve Rin walks into the bedroom and sees you— hair messy, shirt stained with milk, one arm cradling the baby while the other flips through pediatric guides—
And something inside his chest twists painfully.
He misses you.
The old you.
The soft wife who used to hug him from behind when he cooked, who used kissed his neck before he left for games, who nagged him about not folding towels properly.
Now all your attention goes to your son.
His son.
So one night when he finds you half asleep in the rocking chair, with his son asleep in your arms—Rin kneels in front of you.
"Give him to me," he whispers.
You stir.
"He just fell asleep, Rin—"
"I'll keep him asleep," he says, firmer now, arms already outstretched. "You need to rest."
Slowly, reluctantly, you transfer the baby into his arms.
Rin stands and begins to pace, copying the movements he's watched you repeat countless times. His large hand pats his son's back in steady rhythm. The baby sighs and curls into his chest, instantly soothed.
Rin exhales.
Then he whispers—"You selfish little thing."
The baby yawns.
"You stole her from me," Rin mutters, jaw tightening. "Now she's always tired. Always sick. Can't even smile the same."
But when he looks down and sees that tiny, pouty version of himself, the bitterness dissolves.
Because damn it— The baby is perfect.
And he looks exactly like Rin.
Which you never stop reminding him.
"Why—" you always groan during diaper changes, "why does he have your pout, your eyes, your anger, your everything? I did all the work. I carried him inside my body for 10 months. I gave birth. Why does he look just like you?!"
Rin just always smirks in response and says "You love the way I look," and presses a kiss to your temple.
But what truly breaks him?
Your eyes.
Bloodshot. Dull. Exhausted.
But you still don't stop trying.
You cook him lunch sometims. You pack his practice bag. You insist he sleeps before games. You smile and say you're fine.
But Rin sees it.
Every silent wince. Every clumsy stumble. Every moment you fall asleep standing near the crib.
And he hates it.
He hates how much you give.
He hates how much the baby takes.
He sighs as he lays his sleeping son carefully on the crib and covers his body with a soft blanket. And after pressing a soft kiss on his son's tiny head, he walks towards you. You're currently struggling to fold a tiny onesie, your fingers trembling. Rin just gently takes it from your hands.
"Lie down."
"I'm okay."
"You're not."
He lifts you effortlessly and carries you to the bed, tucking you in, pulling the blanket to your chin as if you are the fragile one now.
Then he leans down and whispers to your sleeping face—
"I miss you. But I love you too much to ask for more."
And later, when the baby wakes, Rin picks him up with one arm and studies his sleepy expression.
"You're both the death of me," he murmurs.
The baby blinks up at him.
Rin exhales, pressing a soft kiss to his son's forehead.
"I love you, you little thief," he admits quietly.
"But give her back to me sometime, okay?"
The baby yawns again.
And Rin smiles—tired, resigned, hopelessly in love.
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Bllk boys treating their fem S/O like a princess during the day, but as s fuck toy at night whenever they need it or stress? Like degradation and stuff? With Aiku, Yukimiya, Chigiri, and Kunigami to the mix please? I'm horny as fuck right now and your fix are DIVINE
ೀ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 - rough sex, degrading kink, use of blindfolds, pet names (good girl,), use of vibrators, hair pulling, fingering, oral (fem! receiving), and not proofread.
⊹ 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 - oliver aiku┆chigiri hyoma┆kunigami rensuke┆yukimiya kenyu
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 #𝟐 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔
oliver has always been sweet with you.
always showering you with kisses before he left for practice. always helping you through the times you needed him. always remembering the anniversary between you both. and lastly always helping you and comforting you during your period.
but today it was different.
he was stress because of practice and these difficult soccer matches when everyone egos is on top of the world.
so here he is. degrading you heavily against the mattress. using a blindfold to prevent you to see what else he can do to you.
"shut up and lay there." he grumbled against your neck. his hands roughly gripping your wrists above your head as he held them there with one hand. his other hand roamed down your body aggressively before he forcefully spread your legs with his knee. he leaned down and bit your neck harshly, his teeth marking your delicate skin.
"you're gonna take everything i give you and you're not gonna make a fucking sound, do you understand me?" he snarled against your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin. he released one of your wrists to reach down and unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops aggressively.
you whimper at his statement. "i mean it, keep fucking quiet." he growled, pushing your legs further apart with his knees as he shoved his boxers down. you felt his hard cock pressing against your entrance and then he was pushing into you, not giving you time to adjust to his size.
he started thrusting in and out of you roughly, using you like a toy. his hand returned to your wrist, holding both of them above your head as he pounded into you mercilessly. every thrust was harsh and deep, making you see stars behind the blindfold.
you moan softly, your hands raising up tremendously— trying to feel his face and possibly holding it.
"no." he snapped, pushing your arms back down onto the bed. "keep them there." he hissed out, leaning down and biting your neck again as he continued to slam into you. "you touch my face again and i'll tie your fucking arms to the headboard."
he released your wrists abruptly, only to grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts. he started hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back, but he didn't slow down or soften his movements. if anything, he got rougher.
his hand landed on your inner thigh with a sharp smack. "i can hear those pretty little moans trying to escape. keep them quiet or i'll give you something to really moan about." he warned, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and deep, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that made your toes curl. "such a good girl when you're not talking."
he adjusted his angle again, hitting that spot over and over until you were biting your lip hard to keep quiet. he must have felt how close you were getting because suddenly he pulled out completely, making you whimper in disappointment. "still fucking noisy."
he watched your body intently, taking note of how your back arched, how your breasts bounced softly, how your mouth parted slightly to release those small moans. he smirked, enjoying the sight. without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to meet him.
"maybe this position will shut you up." he muttered darkly, gripping your hips hard as he slammed back into you from behind. this angle was even deeper, hitting places inside you that you didn't even know existed. you buried your face in the pillow to muffle your cries.
the pillow muffled your scream as you came hard, your walls clenching around his cock in tight waves. he felt it, groaned loudly, and kept fucking through your orgasm, using your pleasure to fuel his own rough pace. he didn't stop until he was spilling inside you with a harsh grunt, emptying himself deep.
he pulled out slowly, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound. he collapsed beside you on the bed, breathing heavily. after a moment of silence, he reached over and roughly pulled the blindfold off your face. your eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from biting them.
he watched your body language carefully. you were completely spent, legs slightly parted, back still arched slightly from the intense sex. he could see where the reddened skin from his rough handling. he reached over and brushed a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead, his touch now gentle compared to just minutes ago.
"you okay?"
his voice had lost all the harshness. now it was soft, concerned. the oliver you knew was back. he pulled the blanket over your body and tugged you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your temple.
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 #𝟒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀
it felt weird that chigiri was rougher than usual.
yes, he was a sweet boy who’d always heard what you need. the boy who was there on your roughest times. but lately he’s been stress. so stressed that he needed relief from it.
he felt so guilty but yet needed it.
he had an vibrator against your clit, giving you harsh praise as he went deeper inside of you.
"good girl... take it like a good girl. you're so tight, i love it.." he grunted as he thrusted deeper inside of you. his hips slapping against yours as he pounded you. the vibrator was placed against your clit, giving you harsh pleasure. his other hand was gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
he suddenly pulled out, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. he flipped you onto your stomach, his rough hands spreading your butt apart as he positioned himself behind you. without warning, he slammed back inside you, making you cry out. "shh.. be quiet..."
he covered your mouth with his hand, muffling your loud moans as he snapped his hips forward, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. the vibrator was thrown aside, his fingers roughly replacing it, pressing hard against your clit. "too loud..." he growled against your ear.
his thrusts became more aggressive, bordering on violent as he chased his release. his fingers dug into your skin, leaving red marks as he held you in place. his hand remained over your mouth, silencing your cries. suddenly, he pulled out again and flipped you onto your back.
he lifted your legs over his shoulders, opening you up wider as he slammed back inside you. his movements were brutal, almost punishing. he was no longer the sweet boy who used to make love to you gently. now, he was just taking what he needed — rough and fast. "i need this..."
he leaned forward, his forehead resting against yours as he pounded into you. his eyes were closed, his breathing ragged. sweat dripped from his forehead onto your chest. "i'm so sorry... i'm using you like this... but i need it so badly..." he whispered, his voice breaking. despite his apology, his hips didn't slow down.
you moan, as he heard your muffled moans and his eyes flew open. he saw the look of pure pleasure on your face and it only turned him on more. he removed his hand from your mouth, letting you moan loudly as he continued to fuck you. "does it feel good, baby?"
"your pussy feels so good..." he groaned, finally losing his gentlemanship completely. "i'm being so rough and you're taking it like a good girl... you like my cock rough like this?" he asked crudely, knowing you usually liked sweet talk during sex.
his words made you moan even louder, your body trembling under his. "that's it... let everyone hear how good my cock feels... how good i'm making you feel..." he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he got closer. he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back as he kissed you roughly, his tongue invading your mouth in sync with his hips.
he broke the kiss to watch as you came undone beneath him. his eyes widened at the sight of you gushing all over his cock, making wet noises as he continued to thrust through your orgasm. "holy fuck..." he breathed out, his own release hitting him like a ton of bricks.
he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck as he came inside you, filling you up with his hot seed. he stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily against your skin. but then, reality hit him and he suddenly pulled out, making a mess between your legs. "i-i'm so sorry..."
he quickly grabbed a tissue from the box nearby and started cleaning himself up, avoiding your gaze. "i didn't mean to... be so rough with you... and then come inside you without protection... i'm an idiot..." he muttered, his face flushing red with embarrassment and guilt.
but you like it either way.
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 #𝟗 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄
when kunigami got locked off, he immediately came home stressed. his mind wondered why did he even get lock off? he was the “greatest player” between everyone in that time.
so that kinda explained why he was fingering you aggressively. your wrist tied up, as you began to drool.
his hand moving quickly in and out as he tries to relieve his stress. he's not gentle, his fingers curling inside you roughly as he imagines himself dominating the game once more. "shut up... just take it... like a good little toy..."
he suddenly stops finger fucking you and pulls his fingers out, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. he brings his fingers to your mouth, coating them with your saliva before shoving them back inside you, using your spit as lubricant. "spread your legs wider... i want deeper access..."
he pushes your legs up and out, exposing your wet, throbbing pussy to him. he begins to fuck you with his fingers again, this time reaching deeper inside you than before. he hits your g-spot repeatedly, making you cry out and bite your lip to keep from screaming.
he smirked at your muffled cries, his fingers moving faster and more forcefully. "there it is... take my fingers like you'd take my cock. squeeze them tight, pretty thing. imagine it's my dick stretching you open." as he curled his fingers upward.
your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers, just like he wanted. he could see your belly trembling slightly as you held back your cries. he added another finger, making you even fuller. he knew you were sensitive, so he intentionally hit your spot over and over again.
you screamed softly into your pillow as you came around his fingers. he felt your pussy fluttering and squeezing his fingers tightly. he continued to finger you through your orgasm, prolonging it. once you were finally done, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth.
he sucked your juices off his fingers slowly, enjoying the sweet taste of your arousal. he then reached up and released your wrist from the handcuff, rubbing it gently to restore circulation. he then grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back roughly. "open your mouth..."
he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. you sucked them clean obediently, your tongue swirling around his digits. he growled softly and pulled his fingers out. "such a good girl, taking my stress out like that."
without warning, kunigami buried his face between your thighs, his tongue immediately finding your clit and sucking hard. you gasped loudly as he ate you out aggressively, his hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you in place. he slurped you up with his tongue relentlessly.
he spread your legs wider and hooked them over his shoulders, giving him even deeper access. he licked and sucked on your sensitive folds, his tongue curling inside you as he ate you out like a starving man. your pussy was already soaked again from his fingers, and his tongue only made it wetter.
he moaned loudly against your pussy as he felt your juices dripping onto his tongue. he licked up every drop, savoring your sweet taste. he then focused his attention on your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue until you were begging. "keep coming on my face..."
you couldn't help but scream his name as you came, your legs trembling uncontrollably as he continued to lick and suck on your sensitive clit. he didn't let go, instead pushing you towards another orgasm quickly.
you came with a loud cry, your back arching off the bed completely as your pussy pulsed and contracted against his tongue. he groaned and licked through your orgasm, drinking down every drop of your release like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 #𝟓 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐔
yukimiya was stressed. and when he’s stressed, he becomes more aggressive. that explains why he was fucking you roughly, though he felt bad because he’s never been so rough with you, especially during sex.
his hand slides into your hair, pulling your head back as he breathes heavily against your neck, his chest heaving against your back. "fucking hell, baby," he growls, his voice strained, voice lowering to that dangerous octave that makes your toes curl. "you're so fucking tight—tell me to stop if it's too much."
before you can respond, he pulls your hair harder, lifting your hips off the bed with the other hand and thrusting deeper, making you gasp and cry out his name. he groans at the sound of his name leaving your lips, his hips snapping against your backside with every thrust.
his hand moves from your hair to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you feel dominated. "shh, shh," he hisses against your ear, his pace becoming brutal and relentless. "take it, take every fucking inch. you can handle it, can't you?"
he squeezes your throat gently, not cutting off your air but making you feel his dominance. you whimper, your hands gripping the bedsheets as he continues to pound into you, his thick length hitting every sensitive spot inside you.
his free hand moves to your hip, gripping it tightly as he uses it for leverage, slamming into you even harder. he grows rougher with every thrust, his mind overwhelmed with stress and frustration from work, taking it out on your body. "baby?"
"answer me," he demands, his voice rough and commanding. "tell me to stop if it's too much, or keep taking my dick like the good girl you are. which is it?" you whimper again, unable to speak through the overwhelming sensation of him being inside you so deeply.
“k-keep going..” you whimpered. his grip on your throat tightens slightly at your whispered words, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips. "that's my fucking girl," he growls, releasing your throat and planting both hands on your hips, pulling you back onto him with every thrust.
his eyes darken with satisfaction as he feels you tighten around him, your orgasm building. he continues to thrust into you through your climax, drawing out every last wave until you're trembling and spent beneath him. only then does he allow himself to find release, coming hard inside you.
he collapses onto your back, chest heaving against you as he tries to catch his breath. he's still hard inside you, his hips giving lazy thrusts as he comes down from his high. after a moment, he pulls out slowly, making you both groan at the sensitivity.
he rolls onto his back beside you, one arm thrown over his face as he tries to process what just happened. his chest rises and falls rapidly. after a moment of silence, he turns his head to look at you, his expression immediately filled with guilt and concern.
"are you okay?" he asks hoarsely, sitting up slightly to examine you. his eyes roam over your body, taking in the red marks on your hips, the slight bruising, and your disheveled state. he gently touches your neck, feeling the slight soreness there. "i'm sorry..."
his expression turns pained, his fingers gently tracing the marks he left on your skin. "shit, i got carried away... i didn't mean to be that rough," he says, his voice filled with genuine remorse. he carefully pulls you into his arms, holding you close against his chest.
Having a son who’s a picky eater is one of the biggest challenges Hugo has faced in his entire existence.
Your little boy was an angel majority of the time since he got his father’s temperament. But when it came to sitting down on his highchair and experimenting with new flavours and textures?
He was a nightmare.
And it doesn’t matter how many times Hugo makes exaggerated airplane noises when bringing the spoon to his baby’s mouth, the same scenario plays out in each attempt.
He scowls, pushes the plastic spoon away and makes the older man in front of him lose all hope in him complying.
He’s starting to think that a food critic who’s too chic to be caught eating baby food has reincarnated in your son, because this boy has not been fond of anything you’ve given him since he left the nursing stage and began eating solids.
He didn’t like the mashed carrots you made for him. He’s not a big fan of broccoli or yogurt either.
So what made you choose to feed him avocados of all things today is something your husband is still trying to figure out.
Avocados feel like a bold choice for a child who seems to despise anything green — and since said child is Hugo’s, he can’t help but assume he’ll share his aversion to them as well.
Still, it won’t hurt to try.
“[S/N], say ‘Aaah’,” Hugo’s brows twist in frustration when his son turns his face sideways. Again.
He hates that he’s letting his irritation show. His son is just an innocent baby who doesn’t know any better… but Hugo is also only human at the end of the day. “Come on, stop being skeptical.”
“uh-uh! no!”
Yeah, this is utterly hopeless. Hugo is utterly pointless when it comes to this.
And it’s beyond shameful.
What good of a father is he if he can’t even get his son to eat? Is he going to have to feed him chicken for the third consecutive time this week? What if his son starts clucking and growing feathers from eating it so much?
Desperation is really settling in.
But then he recalls one of your to-go tricks to get him to eat.
Whenever your son is acting a little more fussy than usual during feeding time, you always take a bite of whatever it is you’ve cooked first to coach him into trying it too.
How did he not think to do that from the beginning?
Oh.
Because avocados are on the menu today.
Right.
“You’re really going to make me do this?” The stubborn look his son’s giving him is a good enough answer. “Fine…You’re so lucky I love you.”
He takes a bigger bite than he would’ve liked of that green, nasty mash on his son’s bowl, who’s now watching him chew it attentively.
“See? it’s not that bad.” What a lie.
That thing is gross.
Mushy.
Vile.
It’s absolutely disgusting.
So much so that he’s struggling not to grimace when his tastebuds are sending clear messages to his brain that he should spit that thing off his mouth. Swallowing it nearly made him gag. But he knew he couldn’t afford to do that. So he took it all down, quickly and with the straightest face he could master at that moment.
“Hm. Delicious.” His tone said otherwise. “Will you try it yourself now. Please.”
His son finally opened his mouth for the first time today and ate without throwing a tantrum.
Hugo feels like his early sacrifice was not in vain. “So…How is it?”
The little boy smacks his lips together once. twice, before the unexpected happened.
His eyes widened in glee and he made grabby hands towards the plastic utensil in his father’s hand.
He actually liked something — other than chicken — for once.
And that something was avocados of all things in this world? “Eh? You enjoyed this? Are you sure you’re my son?”
“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?”
Why did you have to walk in when he said that…
an — my doctor prescribed me with at least one hugo fic per week. sorry guys...
boyfriend!sae who always notices when you're getting quiet in a group conversation and subtly redirects attention away from you before you get overwhelmed.
boyfriend!sae who learned your favorite convenience store snacks by accident and now somehow always has them waiting for you after long days.
boyfriend!sae who doesn't ask if you want physical affection anymore because he's memorized all the signs, your sleepy eyes, the way you fidget with your sleeves, the tiny way you lean closer when you need comfort.
boyfriend!sae who pretends your habit of avoiding eye contact is frustrating but secretly finds it adorable whenever you get flustered and hide your face.
boyfriend!sae who automatically moves closer whenever someone starts speaking over you because he knows you're too polite to interrupt.
boyfriend!sae who always checks that you've eaten, not because he thinks you can't take care of yourself, but because taking care of you has become second nature.
boyfriend!sae who has an entire collection of blurry candid photos because he keeps taking pictures whenever you're laughing and never waits for you to stay still.
boyfriend!sae who finds himself looking for you first after every match, every interview, every event, because you're the person he wants to see most.
boyfriend!sae who acts completely unaffected when you compliment him but spends the rest of the day replaying your words in his head.
boyfriend!sae who never understood why people wanted constant reassurance until he realized how much he likes hearing you say you're proud of him.
boyfriend!sae who always lets you steal his jackets because seeing you in them makes something embarrassingly warm settle in his chest.
boyfriend!sae who secretly saves voice messages you send and listens to them when he's traveling overseas.
boyfriend!sae who starts keeping track of little things you mention in passing just so he can surprise you later.
boyfriend!sae who notices when you're forcing a smile long before anyone else does.
boyfriend!sae who immediately reaches for your hand under restaurant tables whenever he can tell you're nervous.
boyfriend!sae who never makes fun of your shyness because he knows how hard you're trying every day.
boyfriend!sae who gets strangely protective when people mistake your kindness for weakness.
boyfriend!sae who always makes sure you're walking on the inside of the sidewalk, holding his arm whenever streets get crowded.
boyfriend!sae who has learned that your version of affection comes in quiet ways. fixing his collar, bringing him water, reminding him to rest, and treasures every single one.
boyfriend!sae who thinks your caring nature is one of the strongest things about you.
boyfriend!sae who loves late nights with you most.
boyfriend!sae who loves sitting together in comfortable silence while you read, scroll on your phone, or simply exist beside him.
boyfriend!sae who finds peace in the fact that you never expect him to fill every quiet moment with conversation.
boyfriend!sae who sometimes glances over at you and gets hit with the realization that this is his life now.
boyfriend!sae and who isn't sure when exactly it happened, but knows he never wants to go back to a life without you in it.
a/n daniel i miss you luca i miss our friendship. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
the entire apartment had been crazy ever since your cousin dropped their toddler off early that morning before leaving town for the day.
because somehow such a tiny child managed to create enough noise, mess, and energy to completely take over both your and chigiri’s peaceful routine within only a few hours.
toys were scattered across the floor, cartoon music played loudly from the tv, and the toddler kept running back and forth between you both while laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
“they never stop moving,” he sighed while leaning against the kitchen counter as the toddler zoomed past him holding crayons in one hand and a stuffed dinosaur in the other.
you laughed softly. “you said taking care of one kid for a day would be easy.”
“i was very wrong.”
despite his complaints, he stayed close to the toddler the entire time, always waking sure they didn’t trip, bump into corners, or wander too far around the apartment. every time they stumbled even slightly, his hand instinctively reached out to steady them before they could fall.
it was honestly sweet to watch.
later in the afternoon, the toddler became clingier after tiring themselves out from running around all day, eventually waddling over to chigiri with sleepy eyes before lifting their tiny arms toward him silently.
without hesitation, he picked them up carefully against his chest.
the toddler immediately relaxed in his arms while playing with the ends of his long hair.
“pretty,” they mumbled sleepily.
you smiled while chigiri looked away awkwardly, though the faint pink on his cheeks gave him away completely.
“you’re really good with kids,” you said quietly.
“i’m just making sure they don’t get hurt.”
“still,” you laughed softly, “you’re acting like a dad already.”
he gave you a look at first, but after a moment, his eyes drifted down toward the sleepy toddler resting against him.
then, surprisingly quietly, he spoke again. “…i don’t think i’d mind that someday.”
you blinked. “what?”
his ears turned slightly red as he avoided your eyes. “…having one of our own, i mean.”
for a second, you just stared at him while your heart nearly melted on the spot.
and meanwhile, completely unaware of the sudden tension, the toddler yawned loudly before falling asleep against his chest while chigiri held them carefully like it was the most natural thing in the world.
𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐎 -
nagi originally thought watching your older sibling’s child for the afternoon would be easy, mostly because in his mind toddlers just “sat there and watched cartoons,”
which quickly turned out to be completely wrong the moment the little kid sprinted through your apartment at full speed while laughing like a tiny menace.
meanwhile, nagi stayed sprawled across the couch the entire time with messy white hair and half-lidded sleepy eyes, watching the chaos unfold with absolutely no urgency whatsoever.
“your nephew has too much energy,” he muttered while the child climbed onto the couch beside him for the fifth time in ten minutes.
“that’s because he’s four,” you laughed.
“that sounds exhausting.”
despite all his complaints, though, he still let the little boy climb all over him like a jungle gym without actually pushing him away.
at one point, the child climbed directly onto nagi’s stomach while holding a toy car. “vroom,” the kid whispered dramatically before driving the toy across nagi’s chest.
nagi barely reacted at first. “…i’m being attacked.”
“you’ll survive,” you replied from the kitchen.
“not sure about that.”
the little boy suddenly giggled before flopping against nagi completely, tiny arms wrapping around him lazily.
instead of complaining this time, nagi simply adjusted slightly so the kid wouldn’t slide off him.
it was honestly adorable seeing someone as lazy and low-energy as him somehow get along so naturally with a child who never stopped moving.
eventually, the toddler convinced nagi to play video games together, though it mostly turned into nagi holding the controller while the child aggressively pressed random buttons beside him.
“you’re making us lose,” nagi sighed dramatically.
“winning!” the child yelled proudly.
“that’s not how this works.”
still, nagi ended up laughing quietly anyway when the little boy celebrated every tiny thing happening on screen like it was the greatest achievement ever.
hours later, after snacks, cartoons, and enough running around to tire literally everyone out, the child finally became sleepy and crawled into nagi’s lap without warning.
nagi blinked down at him lazily. “…you picked me as the nap spot?” the little boy nodded sleepily before curling up against his chest.
you smiled softly from beside them while nagi rested his chin against the kid’s head carefully.
“you look cute like that,” you teased quietly.
“don’t start.”
“you’re good with kids.”
he shrugged lazily, fingers absentmindedly patting the child’s back while they drifted closer to sleep.
“…they’re kinda fun, i guess.” you raised an eyebrow. “just kinda?” nagi stayed quiet for a moment before glancing toward you with the faintest sleepy smile.
“…wouldn’t mind one annoying little kid if it looked like you.”
your face immediately warmed while he simply closed his eyes afterward like he didn’t just casually say something capable of ruining your entire composure in seconds.
𝐑𝐄𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 -
reo had been completely confident when your friend asked if the two of you could watch her toddler for the evening while she went out for a few hours, because according to him, “how hard could babysitting actually be?”
the answer came very quickly the moment the child somehow managed to spill crackers across the couch, turn the television volume all the way up, and run down the hallway wearing one sock within less than twenty minutes.
yet somehow, reo handled all of it perfectly.
while you were trying to clean up the mess in the living room, reo was already crouched beside the toddler helping them fix their tiny shoe after they put it on the wrong foot.
“there,” he smiled softly while tying it carefully. “much better.”
the child stared at him with wide eyes before suddenly hugging him around the neck without warning.
reo looked surprised for a second before laughing quietly, gently patting their back. “wow, okay. guess i’ve been accepted.”
you couldn’t help smiling at the sight.
reo just looked so natural around children.
he never seemed irritated whenever the toddler repeated the same question ten times in a row, and he somehow had endless patience while listening to long rambling stories that barely made sense.
when the child wanted to color, reo immediately sat on the floor beside them helping draw messy little animals while pretending every scribble was a masterpiece.
“that’s supposed to be a dog?” you teased while looking over his shoulder.
later in the evening, after dinner and cartoons, the toddler started getting sleepy and clingy, rubbing tired eyes while sitting between both of you on the couch.
reo instantly softened.
his entire voice became quieter while he carefully adjusted the blanket over the child’s tiny legs.
“sleepy?” he asked gently. the toddler nodded before slowly leaning against his side.
without hesitation, reo wrapped an arm around them carefully so they wouldn’t fall over once they drifted asleep.
you watched the whole thing quietly, your chest feeling warm seeing how naturally caring he was without even trying.
“you’re really good with kids,” you murmured.
reo glanced toward you before smiling softly. “i like taking care of people.”
a few minutes later, the toddler was fully asleep against him, tiny hand still holding onto the sleeve of his hoodie while reo absentmindedly rubbed their back.
then he looked over at you again with the softest expression. “…i think you’d look really cute holding our kid someday.”
your heart nearly stopped. and meanwhile, reo just smiled innocently afterward while you sat there trying to recover from the sudden image he casually placed into your head.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐈 -
barou acted like taking care of his two younger sisters for the evening was the easiest thing in the world, especially when you offered to help him while his parents were busy, because according to him, “i’ve done this before. don’t underestimate me.”
and honestly, he was terrifyingly organized about it.
the moment the girls arrived at his apartment, baro already had snacks prepared neatly on the counter, extra blankets folded perfectly on the couch, and a strict mental schedule planned out for the entire night.
“wash your hands first,” he ordered immediately while the younger girls kicked their shoes off near the doorway.
“barou, you sound like a dad,” you laughed softly.
“someone has to keep things under control.”
despite his usual intimidating attitude, the second his little sisters smiled at him, his entire expression softened without him even noticing.
one of them immediately ran over and hugged his waist while the other started excitedly telling him about something that happened at school, words spilling out so fast she barely stopped to breathe.
instead of brushing them off, baro actually listened carefully to every single thing.
“slow down,” he muttered while gently patting her head. “i can’t understand you if you talk that fast.”
you watched quietly from the kitchen while helping prepare dinner, honestly trying not to smile too much seeing how different he acted around them.
he was still strict, obviously.
when one of his sisters nearly spilled juice on the carpet, baro caught the cup instantly before it tipped over.
“careful,” he sighed. “don’t run with drinks.”
“sorryyy.”
“and no jumping on the couch.”
two seconds later both girls were bouncing anyway. barou looked horrified. “i literally just said not to do that.” you laughed so hard you nearly dropped the plates you were holding.
during dinner, his sisters kept teasing him nonstop the second they noticed the way he occasionally glanced toward you.
“oooo, barou likes her.”
“shut up and eat your food.”
“he’s blushing!”
“i am not.”
he absolutely was.
later in the evening, the four of you ended up watching a movie together in the living room, though it mostly turned into his younger sisters using both you and baro as pillows while surrounded by snacks and blankets.
one sister rested against your shoulder while the younger one curled up against baro’s side sleepily.
and despite all his complaining earlier, he carefully adjusted the blanket over her tiny shoulders the second she started getting cold.
you smiled quietly while watching him brush hair away from her sleepy face.
“you’re really sweet with them,” you whispered.
baro clicked his tongue softly, clearly embarrassed. “they’re my sisters. obviously i’m taking care of them.”
“still. you’re good at it.”
he stayed quiet for a moment while glancing down at his sleeping sister leaning against him before finally speaking in a lower voice.
“…if i ever had kids, i’d take care of them properly too.”
your heart immediately skipped. then he looked over at you, red eyes softer than usual. “especially if they were ours.”
and just like that, you completely forgot what movie was even playing anymore.
𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 -
kunigami rensuke looked a little nervous the moment your aunt dropped her toddler off at your apartment for the afternoon, mostly because the tiny child immediately stared up at him with wide curious eyes while holding a stuffed rabbit almost the same size as their body.
meanwhile, rensuke stood there awkwardly with his arms crossed, looking far too big and intimidating for such a tiny kid.
“rensuke,” you laughed quietly, “you’re scaring them.”
“i’m not trying to.”
the toddler blinked at him silently for another second before suddenly holding their stuffed rabbit toward him.
“…bunny.”
rensuke immediately softened.
“oh,” he mumbled quietly while taking the toy carefully like it was fragile glass. “thanks.”
after that, things became surprisingly easy. well… mostly.
the toddler had endless energy and somehow managed to run across every part of the apartment within an hour, but rensuke stayed close the entire time making sure they didn’t trip or hurt themselves.
every single time the child climbed onto something even slightly dangerous, he was already there behind them with one arm ready to catch them.
“careful,” he said for probably the tenth time that day while helping them down from the couch.
“high up!” the toddler giggled proudly.
“yeah, and you almost fell.”
despite sounding serious, there was no actual irritation in his voice. if anything, he sounded worried more than anything else.
later in the afternoon, the toddler convinced both of you to build a blanket fort in the living room, which somehow turned into rensuke using almost every pillow and blanket in the apartment because he insisted the fort had to be “stable.”
“this looks like a professional construction project,” you laughed while watching him carefully tuck blankets over the chairs.
“if we’re making a fort, we’re making it properly.”
inside the fort, the toddler sat happily between both of you while eating snacks and listening to rensuke read a picture book in the softest voice imaginable.
honestly, seeing someone as strong and serious as him sitting inside a blanket fort while making silly voices for cartoon animals nearly melted your heart completely.
the toddler clearly adored him too.
especially once they got sleepy later in the evening and crawled directly into his lap without hesitation.
rensuke froze for a second before carefully wrapping an arm around them so they wouldn’t slide off him.
the child yawned softly before resting their head against his chest. you smiled from beside him. “they really like you.”
his ears turned slightly red while he looked down at the sleepy toddler.
“…i like them too.”
for a moment, the apartment became quiet except for the sound of the cartoon still playing softly in the background.
then rensuke glanced toward you with the gentlest expression. “…i think i’d want this someday.”
“what?”
he looked embarrassed immediately afterward but still spoke quietly anyway. “…a family. with you.”
your heart instantly melted while he looked away awkwardly, pretending to focus on the sleepy toddler in his lap instead of the way your entire face warmed after hearing him say that.
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── ❨ ⸝⸝ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑. ❩ during the hell guard academy era, zanka made it his plan to be your absolute nightmare—constantly glaring, shoving you in the halls. in reality, he has a crush on you that he’s scared to admit. but something distracts him, suddenly he blurts out the truth he’s been dying to hide.
ೀ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 - zanka & reader aged up, sorta angst, gentle then rough sex, choking, face slapping, safe-word applied, dirty talking, pet names (baby, sweet girl, love, etc), making out, marking, sorta bdsm, degrading?, wc - 7.0k
⊹ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ zanka! nijiku x fem! reader
— 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˚. ᵎᵎ
you were walking in the hall, just going to your class. suddenly, someone pushed you. you looked around and saw zanka. he glared at you, looking mad like usual. then he walked away quickly.
this happened many times at the hell guard academy. zanka always seemed so mad at you. he would shove you in the halls and give you mean looks. you never knew why he disliked you so much.
maybe you did something wrong, or maybe you said something bad about him. but you couldn't remember doing anything to make zanka so angry. you were just a girl who didn't talk much unless spoken to.
so why did zanka hate you? why did he always treat you so badly? you wished you knew the real reason. but for now, you just had to deal with his constant anger and pushing in the halls. it made going to class hard sometimes.
one day, when zanka was pushing you extra hard, he accidentally said something strange. "i...i can't keep pretending..." he muttered. but then he stopped talking and walked away fast, before you could ask what he meant.
you wondered what zanka was going to say before he stopped. did he want to say something important about why he really felt? something more than just anger? you hoped one day you would find out the truth.
even sometimes in class, zanka would suddenly throw crumpled paper at you. it would hit your head or fall on your desk. you never knew why he did this. the teacher and other students would look at you both, but zanka just glared more.
this happened many times. zanka would ball up a piece of paper and toss it at you, even when the teacher was talking. he did it when you weren't looking.
you tried to ignore it and focus on the lesson. but it was hard when paper kept hitting you.
even one time, a small piece of paper hit your cheek. you wiped it off and saw zanka staring at you. he looked away quickly when you caught his eye.
you still wished you knew why zanka acted this way. throwing paper at you in class was disruptive and mean. but you didn't know how to ask him. so you just kept sitting there, feeling mixed up inside.
during practice, things got worse with zanka. he’d team up on you on purpose, his jinki ready to attack. you stood there nervously, not knowing what to do.
zanka would charge at you, his weapon raised. you jumped back, scared. the other students watched as zanka kept coming at you, again and again.
you tried to defend yourself, but zanka was too fast. he knocked your jinki out of your hand and kicked it away. you were left unarmed, at his will.
the teacher shouted at you both to stop. but as soon as they looked away, zanka attacked again. he grabbed you and threw you to the ground. you hit the dirt hard, the wind knocked out of you.
tears filled your eyes as you lay there. your body hurt and you felt scared. fuck.. why is it always him?
you got up slowly, brushing the dirt off your uniform. zanka glared at you, breathing hard. the other students whispered and pointed.
practice was over, but you felt shaken. you didn't understand anything. it made you feel awful inside.
but something changed one day.
you were late to practice since you accidentally overslept. so you decided to just watch people practice rather than actually doing something.
you looked around to see a new girl— her name was hyo, she had white hair with a bob style. she looks actually stronger than she looks, and honestly you didn’t think much of it.
until zanka was recommenced to fight her, and without doubt he accepted it.
zanka stood in the center of the training ring, his jinki held tight. he looked confident, almost arrogant. he had beaten everyone else today, and he expected the same result with this new girl.
hyo stood across from him, her white bobbed hair still and her expression blank. she didn't look like much, but zanka didn't care. he wanted to show off.
`this is going to be easy.` he smiled.
he lunged forward, a blur of speed and force. his strike was precise, aimed to end the fight quickly. but hyo didn't flinch.
at the last second, she shifted her weight, a small movement that made zanka's attack miss by an inch. before he could recover, she swept his leg out from under him.
zanka hit the ground hard. the sound of his body hitting the dirt echoed through the gym. for a moment, there was total silence. no one had ever seen zanka fall like that. he scrambled to his feet, face red with shock and anger.
he swung again, a wide, desperate strike, but hyo caught his arm. with a quick twist, she sent him spinning.
he crashed into the wall, sliding down until he sat in the dust. his jinki lay a few feet away, useless. hyo didn't follow up; she just stood there, waiting for him to get up.
zanka stared up at her, his chest heaving. he felt small. he felt weak. the humiliation was worse than the pain in his shoulder. he had lost, and everyone was watching.
`how... how did she do that?` he thought.
he tried to stand, but his legs felt like jelly. he looked around the room, seeing the other students whispering. he caught your eye for a split second. usually, he would glare at you, but now his eyes were wide and full of panic. he looked lost.
hyo stepped closer, offering a hand. zanka ignored it, pushing himself up on his own. he grabbed his weapon and walked away, his head down. he didn't look at anyone. he just wanted to disappear.
you were surprised. you had never seen zanka like this before. he always seemed so smart, calm, and strong. but now, he looked small and weak. it was like seeing a totally different person!
zanka usually won every fight easily. he was the best at the academy. but this new girl, hyo, beat him quickly. she was much stronger than anyone thought.
you wondered what zanka was thinking. losing was not something he was used to. maybe this would change how he acted, especially to you. but you didn't know for sure. only time would tell.
during that same night, you went to wash your hands behind the stalls. suddenly you heard a loud sound of something banging on the wall. you took a sneak peak to see zanka.
his gaze locks onto you as you peek around the corner, blood trickling down his temple from where his skull met the unforgiving concrete.
those usually dull eyes are alight with something feral, desperate. he doesn't speak, doesn't move—just watches you through the dim light, chest heaving. the metallic scent of his blood mingles with the stale air.
as you quickly left after realizing he saw you, zanka's expression shifts—pain and anger contorting his features. he slams his fist against the wall one last time before collapsing onto the cold floor, blood pooling beneath him.
his heavy breathing echoes through the empty hallway as he mutters something incoherent to himself.
you went to class like always. but today, zanka didn't push you or anything. he just walked by you without stopping. this was different from before. you felt surprised. why didn't he bother you today? you didn't know why.
after training and managing to study, you finally managed to walk back to your room. you were walking until you felt someone pull you into another room. you realize it was zanka room.
the door slammed shut behind you before you could react.
the room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single desk lamp. zanka stood too close—his breath uneven, his usual sharp glare replaced by something raw and unsteady.
his fingers dug into your wrist, not hard enough to bruise but enough to keep you from pulling away. his other hand pressed flat against the door behind you, caging you in. the wood creaked under his weight.
his thoughts were a mess, loud enough you could almost hear them. his jaw clenched so tight you could see the tendon twitching in his neck. he wasn’t looking at you—just at you, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your face before he ruined it.
then, in a voice so quiet it scraped; "why the hell are you always in my way?"
it wasn’t the usual snarl. it was worse. it was broken. his thumb pressed into the pulse point of your wrist, like he was checking if you were real.
the room felt too small. the silence between his words was heavier than his usual threats.
outside, the academy’s nightly drills echoed—shouts, clanging metal, distant laughter. but in here, it was just the two of you, and the way his chest hitched like he’d forgotten how to breathe.
you tried to talk, but zanka stopped you. he hit your face, not too hard, but enough to make you gasp.
then he grabbed your face with both hands, his fingers digging into your cheeks. he pulled you close, so close you could feel his breath on your lips.
before you could say anything, he kissed you. it was a rough kiss, not gentle at all. his lips pressed hard against yours, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to eat you up.
you tried to pull back, but his hands held you tight. you couldn't move. you could only feel his lips on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. it tasted salty, like tears. or maybe that was just the taste of your own shock.
zanka kissed you until you were out of breath, until your lungs burned and your head spun. he kissed you until he was out of breath too, until he had to pull away and gasp for air.
when he finally let you go, he was breathing hard. his eyes were red and wet, his cheeks flushed. he looked scared, but also angry. angry at you, maybe. or angry at himself.
zanka grabbed your shirt tight. he pulled you to his bed, his hands moving under your shirt. he touched your skin, his fingers going up and up. then he stopped. his hand grabbed your neck. not too hard, but strong.
he looked at you, his face close to yours. his eyes were red and wet. he breathed fast, like he had run a long way.
"fuck... why do you make me feel this way?" he thought, his voice loud in his head. louder than the noise outside the room.
his thumb pressed on your throat, feeling your heartbeat. fast and scared. just like his.
"i can't... i can't keep pretending i don't want you. that i don't need you."
he was angry, but also sad. confused, but sure. sure that he wanted you. that he wanted to touch you more. to hold you. to keep you.
but he was scared. scared of what that meant. scared of what would happen if he admitted it. if he said it out loud.
so he just gripped your neck tighter, his face close to yours. breathing hard. thinking hard. feeling too much.
"why are you so fucking perfect? why do you make me want to.." he couldn't say it. he couldn't say the word. the big, scary word. the word that would change everything.
so he just kissed you again. hard and rough. like he was trying to swallow you. to eat you up. to make you a part of him.
his hands moved on your skin, touching, feeling, claiming. his heart beat fast and loud. and he tried to pretend that this was enough. that this could be enough. that he could have you like this.
you didn't push zanka away. you didn't say no. instead, you looked at him with half lidded eyes. your eyes were shiny, like you were feeling the same thing as him. you accepted what he was doing, not fighting back.
zanka saw this in your eyes. he felt your body relax under his touch, not tensing up. this made him feel even more sure that you wanted him to keep going.
his hands kept moving on your skin, under your shirt. they explored your back, your sides, your stomach. he touched you like he was trying to learn every inch of you. like he wanted to remember how you felt.
he breathed faster, his heart beating hard.
his thumb rubbed your neck, feeling your soft skin. his other hand slid up to your chest, right over your heart. he could feel it beating, beating for him.
he couldn't believe it. he had been so sure you hated him. that you were scared of him. but now... now he wasn't sure of anything. except that he needed you. he needed to keep touching you.
so he did. he kept kissing you, kept holding you, kept exploring your body with his hands. he did it until the world outside the room faded away.
zanka took off your clothes fast and aggressively. his hands touched your skin, squeezing your neck a little. he slapped your face again, making you arch your back on the bed.
he looked at your body, his eyes dark. he wanted to touch you more, to feel every part of you. his hands moved all over, not gentle at all.
"fuck... you're so beautiful," he said, his voice low and shaky. "i can't... i can't control myself."
zanka whispered to you as he took off your panties. "say 'red' if it's too much," he said. his voice was low and serious. he wanted you to tell him if he was hurting you too much.
you made a soft sound, a moan. your body shook a little as zanka touched you. you felt his fingers on your skin, taking off the last of your clothes. you were almost naked now, only a thin shirt left on.
zanka saw how you reacted. he heard your moan and felt you tremble. this made him feel even more sure that you wanted him to keep going. that you liked his touch, even if it was rough.
his heart beat fast as he looked at your almost naked body. he wanted to touch more, to explore every curve and line. he wanted to make you moan again. louder.
his hands moved to your hips, squeezing gently. he pulled you closer to him, so your bodies were almost touching. he could feel the heat of your skin, the way your heart beat fast.
zanka took off his pants quickly. his length, touched your legs. it rubbed against your inner thighs as he moved closer to you on the bed.
you could feel how much he wanted you, how excited he was. his breathing got faster and louder. he looked at your almost naked body with hungry eyes.
his hands gripped your hips tighter as he pressed against you. waiting for your answer, waiting to keep touching you.
"more..." you wanted him to keep touching you, to keep making you feel good.
he felt a rush of heat at your words. his heart pounded in his chest. he wanted you so badly, more than anything.
his hands slid up your sides, cupping your breasts. he took off your shirt, making he squeezed them gently, feeling their softness. he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, making them hard.
he leaned down and kissed your neck, your collarbone, your chest. he licked and sucked at your skin, leaving marks behind.
"fuck, you taste so good," he breathed against you. "i can't get enough of you."
his hips pressed harder against yours, his length rubbing along your inner thighs.
he looked into your eyes, his own dark with desire. "tell me what you want," he said, his voice low and rough. "tell me how you want me to touch you."
“touch me zanka— i need you.. zanka..” you said breathlessly
he felt a surge of heat at the sound of his name on your lips. his heart raced and his body pressed closer to yours, skin to skin.
"fuck, baby, you drive me crazy," he growled, his voice rough with desire. his hands roamed your curves, touching and squeezing. "i want to make you feel so good. i want to give you everything you need."
he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep. at the same time, he hitched your leg up over his hip, opening you to him. he rubbed his hard length along your wet folds, feeling your heat.
you let out a soft moan as you felt zanka's hard tip press against your entrance. your body trembled with anticipation and desire.
"ahh... zanka..." you breathed out, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. your hands gripped his strong shoulders, feeling the muscles flex under your fingers.
zanka's breath caught as he heard your needy moan. he saw the way you looked at him, with such want and longing. it made him feel powerful and turned on.
"fuck, baby, you're so ready for me," he said, his voice deep and rough. he rubbed his tip up and down your wet slit, coating it in your juices. "i can feel how much you want me inside you."
his hand slid down to your hip, gripping it tightly. he pulled you closer, lining himself up with your entrance. the head of his cock pushed against your opening, demanding to be let in.
you gasped as you felt zanka slowly push inside you. your body stretched around his hard length, a mix of pleasure and pressure.
"ohhh... zanka..." you moaned softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. your hips moved slightly, wanting to feel more of him.
zanka let out a low groan as he slid deeper, your tight walls squeezing his cock. "fuck... you feel amazing," he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "so fucking tight and perfect."
he kept pushing until he was fully inside you, his hips pressed against yours. he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. his heart raced as he looked down at you, taking in your expression.
"tell me if it's too much," he said, his voice gentle despite the intensity in his eyes. "i don't want to hurt you."
you nodded at zanka, giving him the signal to keep going. your body felt full and stretched around his hard length inside you. it was intense, but you wanted more.
zanka saw your nod and felt your body relax under his. he took that as his signal to start moving. slowly at first, he pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained inside you. then he pushed forward again, sliding deep into your tight heat.
"oh fuck..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the feeling of your walls squeezing him. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. so tight and wet for me."
he started to move faster, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. the bed creaked softly with each thrust. he braced himself on his elbows, looking down at you with a mix of lust and something softer in his eyes.
zanka started to talk softly as he moved inside you, his voice low and rough. "fuck, your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock," he said, his hips rolling steadily. "i love how tight you are for me, love."
he leaned down to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "you're just a needy girl, aren't you? so desperate for my dick." his words were degrading, but his voice was gentle, almost loving.
one of his hands slid up your side to your breast, squeezing it roughly. he pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling it and tugging on it. "look at these perfect tittys, just begging to be touched," he said, his eyes dark with lust.
his other hand slid down to your ass, gripping it hard. he pulled your hip forward as he thrust into you, hitting a deeper spot inside. "take my cock, you dirty girl," he growled.
zanka kept moving inside you, his thrusts getting harder and faster. his hand slid up to your throat, wrapping around it. he squeezed gently, not too hard, but enough to make you feel it.
"fuck, i love seeing my hand on your pretty neck," he said, his voice low and rough.
at the same time, he slapped your cheek lightly with his other hand. it wasn't hard, but it made a soft smacking sound.
"such a sweet girl, letting me fuck you like this," he said, his hips rolling into yours.
he kept talking, his words filthy. but his touch was almost gentle, almost loving. like he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop touching you and claiming you as his.
"hnghhh— right there z..zanka.." you whispered, biting your lips.
he groaned as he felt your walls clench around his hard cock. he knew he was hitting a special spot inside you. "fuck, you like that, don't you baby?" he said, his voice rough with lust. "you like it when i hit your sweet spot like this?"
he kept thrusting, his hips slapping against yours. his hand stayed on your neck, squeezing gently. he could feel your pulse jumping under his fingers.
"such a responsive girl," he growled. "i love seeing you come apart on my cock." his other hand slid down to rub your clit, circling it with his fingers. "come on, baby. let me feel you cum. cum all over me."
your back arched sharply as the pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling violently beneath zanka.
a broken cry tore from your throat, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders as your walls clenched rhythmically around him. the sensation was overwhelming.
zanka groaned at the sight, his hips stuttering as your orgasm milked him. "fuck—yes," he gritted out, his voice rough with approval.
his grip on your throat tightened just enough to ground you, his other hand still working your clit in slow, deliberate circles to draw out the aftershocks. "that’s it, love. take it. take all of it."
his thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he chased his own release. the bedframe bumped against the wall, the sound mixing with your ragged moans and his low, filthy praise. "look at you—so fucking perfect when you cum. my perfect girl."
the words sent another smaller tremor through you, your body still sensitive and overstimulated.
zanka didn’t let up, his hips snapping forward with renewed urgency, his cock swelling inside you. his free hand slid up to grip your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat as he leaned down to bite at the skin there—marking you, claiming you.
"gonna fill you up," he growled against your ear, his voice dark with promise. "gonna cum so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for days." his rhythm slowed, his body tensing as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you with a guttural groan.
his weight pressed you into the mattress, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he rode out the last waves of his release.
for a long moment, neither of you moved. the only sounds were your breathing and the distant hum of the academy beyond the door.
zanka’s fingers loosened from your throat, trailing down to trace idle patterns on your collarbone. his touch was almost tender now, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.
"fuck. what the hell did i just do?" the thought flickered through his mind, sharp with panic. but then you shifted beneath him, your body still trembling faintly, and he shoved the doubt away.
but instead, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering against your skin like he was memorizing the taste of you.
"mine," he murmured, the word barely audible. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest as he rolled onto his side, keeping you close. his heartbeat thudded against your back, steady but fast.
outside, the academy’s night carried on—unaware, uncaring. but in this room, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled around your legs. zanka’s fingers traced lazy circles on your hip, his breath warm against your hair.
and for the first time in a long time, neither of you felt the need to speak.
How Rudo reacts to finding out you're dating Enjin
Your and your lovely boyfriend Enjin are both cleaner, on the same team both leaders. You are like the mother of your group and team child. The younger cleaners call you “ Ma” or “ Big sis” which are names you wear proudly!
Right now I just found out that my boyfriend found a new member to join, a teenager named Rudo. You love taking care of the younger members of the cleaner. You were very excited to meet him. Enjin, Zanka, and Riyo are with Rudo on the way over here. “ Hey Semiu can we have a welcome party for Rudo the newest member! I said to her at her desk.
“ Hmm actually not a bad idea that sounds like a plan I request that makes your famous treat tho I've been craving those “ she said to me. I agreed and skipped to began making. I had just finished getting all the ingredients I will need.
When everyone came back . I was in the kitchen I was greet by Zanka and Riyo who were looking for me. “ Hey Ma you won’t believe what happened to Zanka! Riyo said running in Zanka right behind her.After explaining what’s happened Zanka was in the corner shame on what happened.
“ So you got shit thrown onto your face by the newest member ” you said trying so hard not to laugh. Rudo tagged long with Riyo. Since the boss isn’t here at the moment and Rudo can’t be an official member. Zanka went to take a very long shower.
I was in the kitchen wearing my apron as I mixed the cake batter. When I felt big hands wrap around my waist I knew right way who it was.My lovely boyfriend Enjin. “ How my beautiful girlfriend doing today on this lovely day “he said.
~ After I finished all the treats I left for them to bake as I went to Enjin room.After a nice relaxing bath Enjin was brushing your hair. Now during Rudo welcome party I went to greet him. Since he is down after his training with Riyo yesterday.
” Hello Rudo nice to meet you “ you said he looked at you”
Your Ma? He said you smiled at his words looks like Riyo has talked about me. “ Yes that what they call me my real name is y/n l/n “ I said to him. “ Y/n what a beautiful name” he said still looking at me. Then my boyfriend called me over.
“ Hey Boo come eat I’ve got your plate! He yelled at me. I said my goodbyes to Rudo and went to eat with my boyfriend. As I was eating Dear Santa pulled on my shirt with that looked. I knew this look very well he is tried and wants me to put him to bed. I got up carrying him to his room.
~ It’s been a few weeks since Rudo joined the cleaners he is settling in well since he never had a mother figure in his life . He sees you as his mother .You never knew that Rudo knows that you’re dating Enjin everyone knows it’s kinda pretty obvious. The day he found it was interesting.
After a long mission everyone in team Akuta were just chilling in the common area. You were brushing Riyo hair humming while you brushing her red hair.Rudo was sitting next to you watching you. Until Enjin came in. “ Hey boo here is some tea “ As he gave gently pass you the tea. “ Thank you hun” as you slip the liquid. Yummy .
You love the fact Enjin remembers what’s your favorite tea it’s these small gestures and you love. After putting Rudo to sleep you went to your room found Enjin in your bed waiting for you. “ There you are baby I was starting to miss you” he said patting the bed signaling you to climb into bed with him.
Which you happily did his big arms wrapped around you as you both drifted off to sleep. The next morning we both wake up Enjin brushing my hair. After finishing he kissed you in the forehead “ Their you all Boo your hair brushed , looking beautiful as always “ he said kissing me. Went exited hand in hand to get some breakfast.
Enjin was about to go into while I stay here with Dear. “ Boo we’re my goodbye kiss “ he said pulling me closer by the waist kissing me deeply. As we pulled away I heard a yelling it was Rudo. “ HEY GET THE HELL WAY FROM HER DONT TOUCH HER “ he yelling at Enjin. We both look shocked on his reaction.
Rudo pulled me always from my boyfriend. Hugging me tight and looking at Enjin sending daggers in his eyes. Did he not know we’re together? It’s pretty obvious no? “ Rudo me and Enjin are together “ I said to him his look so shock on the words I just said.“ What hell are you doing with that guy! He said .
“ Me and Enjin have been happily together for a few months Rudo I thought it was pretty obvious” I said as I walked to Enjin side his hands on my waist. “ Rudo there nothing to worry about I’ll been treating Y/n as a princess “ he said looking lovely at me.
Rudo still stock that I’ve been dating Enjin. It took Rudo to get used to the idea of us dating. Rudo has become clingy to me which I don’t mind at all. I even made him a plushie that he has cherish and sleeps with. Whenever Rudo has nightmares he will go inside your room and you will accept him with open arms. Rudo would lay between me and Enjin. Rudo at the end of the day he accepts your relationship with Enjin and Rudo would occasionally accidentally call Enjin Dad. Which you tease Enjin about from time to time.
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