yummers

from the bus ride back to the hotel to the moment he pulled his keycard out of his pocket, all he could think about was talking to you again, seeing your face albeit through the small screen of his phone. his shorts tightened at the thought. he kicked his shoes off, not even bothering to take off his kit as he flopped face down onto the soft mattress (would’ve been ten times more appealing with you on it, but we ball). rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling, he let out a loud sigh before pulling out his phone, opening it to a picture of the two of you in a photobooth as his lockscreen. god how he missed that smile. he unlocked his phone and scrolled until he saw your contact, clicking the call button and waiting.

you normally picked up after what, two rings? four maximum? . . it’s been seven. hm. weird. okay. he hung up before trying again. . . and again. after what, ten tries, his brows furrowed. why weren’t you picking up the phone? the match ended around 2, what could you possibly-

shit. it was that day already? the day of your race? you were probably dead asleep. plus, the timezone difference was crazy, you couldn’t possibly be awake at midnight after a competition. shiittt. his cock was throbbing so bad it hurt. he needed your voice, he needed your face, he needed you, you, you.

he swiped out of his contacts and went into his gallery, his phone lighting up with two folders: ‘football’ and ‘her’. he clicked into the latter, watching the screen fill with pictures of you — intimate ones, ones where you weren’t looking, even your promotional track photos. he swiped through the gallery, his fingers hesitating over a video that he took of you before clicking into it. immediately the quiet room filled with the sound of wanton moans and squelching — your wanton moans and squelching.

isagi bit back a groan at the videos, the way your ass slapped against his hips, the way you glanced back at the camera — at him — with tears streaming down your face and a weak smile, mouthing the words ‘i love you’.

his free hand undid the tie of his shorts, tugging down his shorts. there was a wet, sticky patch at the front his length twitching at the sounds from the phone speaker. slowly peeled his boxers off, hissing at the feeling of the cold air against his contrastingly warm body, wincing at the obscene slap! of his cock against his abs. he lifted up his jersey and help the fabric between his teeth to muffle his groans of pleasure as he started working his aching cock, stroking in tandem with the loud plap! plap! plap! of skin against skin.

“oh ffuckk— ‘sagi-! ‘sagi, m’gonna cum again,” you whined, your breath speeding up. he could almost feel your puffy pussy around his cock, his hand fisting his aching length with fervour. his head lolled forwards, biting down into the fabric harder as he grunted, his hips bucking upwards into his fist. “you’re so pretty- mngh, fuck. mmph-! come f’me pretty. . come all over f’me.” his low groans turned to higher whimpers as he felt his heavy balls tighten.

“need you isagi. . ngh! i need you so bad- ffuucck-! m’gonna cum, isagi! m’gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna- hnmgh—!” loads of sticky, pearlescent come coated his abs at the sound of you reaching your climax, his hand working his spurting cock until he couldn’t take the overstimulation. he flopped backwards onto the mattress, an arm covering his eyes as he caught his breath.

reaching for his phone, he opened up his messages to send to you a goodnight text when he noticed four unread messages. seriously? how is he able to observe every player’s move on the pitch but he couldn’t even notice missed messages from his own girlfriend?

ik ur phone is on dnd and ur probably getting ready for your match rn, js wanted to tell you i’m probably gonna be wrecked after this race and won’t be able to call you tonight :(( sorry!!

my apology + compensation for your troubles

i love you, wish me luck!! 😋

along with a six minute long voice note underneath? you recorded a voice note on how your day went just for him? how cute! isagi clicked play and held the phone up to his ear, closing his eyes with a soft sigh.

. . only for them to immediately snap back open at the sound of your breathy moans and whines coming from the speaker. even though he just came, his cock twitched again at the sound. his teeth nipped at his bottom lip to hold back a low moan, a hand reaching down and wrapping itself around his cock again. he had all night, right?

a/n : tysm for the love on the nagi post! ily guys pls stay. 😔 pt.2 of that one is coming soon!!!

you had snuck up behind nagi, moving the headset off his ear slightly, before resting your chin on his shoulder. you claimed you just wanted a ‘closer look at the game’, but nagi doesn’t remember dirty talk and moaning being a marvel rivals combo.

“i need you so bad , nagi . .” you whined, your tender hands reaching around his gaming chair and lifting up his shirt as they began to glide along his abs, making their way up to his sensitive chest. though his eyes were on the screen, there was no mistaking the way his teeth pulled at his bottom lip, the way his adam’s apple bobbed slowly, how his body tensed: you had him right where you wanted him.

“m’so wet for you already. don’t you want to get off the game and pay attention to me instead . . ?” you sighed into his ear, your fingers finding his hard nipples and starting to pinch and roll softly. you caught the way his breath hitched, how he glanced towards you for a split second. a few more minutes of this and you had this in the bag!

. . that was until nagi had had enough. as soon as reo went afk to use the bathroom, nagi tore off his headset and was on you like a dog. he turned in his chair, his large hands finding your waist and setting you down on his lap as he kissed you hungrily, aggressively even. his hands found their way to your ass, groping and squeezing— your moans were like music to his ears. your hands roamed up and down beneath his shirt, going down, down, down, finding the waistband of his sweats and tugging.

pulling his hands off you, he lifted his hips off the seat just enough to tug his sweats down to his knees. you reached down and pulled his straining cock out of his boxers, sliding your hand up and down his straining length. he tore away from the kiss, his head lolling forwards against your shoulder to muffle his whines as you worked his aching dick, squelching sounds of precum loud in the dead silent room.

it was dead silent until there was a faint hissing from the headset. a reo-sounding hissing from the headset. he had comeback from the bathroom and was ready for another game. much to your disappointment, nagi reached over to grab the headset and put it back over his ears. you moved to get up from his lap, but he stopped you. “stay.” he mumbled, reaching a hand under your skirt and pulling your soaked panties to the side.

he pulled you up and lined his tip with your hole, biting his lip harder when he felt how wet you were. your face contorted in pleasure as you sunk down, your hands set on his shoulders as you started moving up and down an-

“no. that’s too distracting. . just sit. you wanted attention, right?”

and that’s how you ended up in this position. your gummy walls pulsed around his thick length, trying to resist the urge to just say ‘fuck it” and start moving, desperate for something. anything. but he wouldn’t budge. this wasn’t enough.

“nagi, please. can’t- hnngh-! can’t take it. .” you whined into his ear, your pussy clenching around him once more.

“you’re gonna have to.” he huffed. “game’s almost over.”

you spent another two minutes in agony and need, your whines barely affecting him as much as you’d like them to. you glance back at the screen in desperation, letting out a relieved sigh at the sight of the victory and mvp sequence (nagi, of course). you let out a particularly loud moan, turning back to nagi with a pout on your face. for some unknown reason, reo had to go afk yet again. strange. nagi didn’t bother muting his headset, since he knew reo likely wouldn’t be back before you two were done. his hands moved to your ass once more, his lips finding your neck as he started moving you up and down his cock, sucking at your neck harder at the loud moans of relief.

reo sat silent as a mouse at the other end of the line, listening, a hand sliding down his shirt and towards his waistband. what, you hardly thought those whines of desperation were quiet, did you ?