Ash

ITOSHI SAE !

"no more of that."

you slightly flinch at sae's stern tone. you were just grabbing an energy drink from the fridge when he snatched it from your hold. caught. and you can't even make excuses or whine because you know sae is right, "you look worse day by day," he scolds, and you stay silent, "how long have you been awake for?"

"...a while," you mutter, not even looking at him.

he exhales deeply, "cmon."

you grumble something but he doesn't let you argue, tugging you to the bedroom.

he takes your phone and places it on his side, not even letting you protest.

he wraps one arm around you and you lean on his shoulder as the two of you lay on the bed. sae forces you to read a book. and that actually helped. you soon felt drowsy and eventually slept. sae shuts the reading light, pulling the duvet over you.

sae walks in on u showering then fucks u content | smut, afab!reader, p in v, bsf!sae

sae’s had a crush on you for a while at this point. you didn’t know — he didn’t really know how to phrase it if he were to tell you. you guys were just friends . . . he didn’t want to ruin the friendship.

though, sometimes he gets the urge. like when you two are hanging out and you’re in a swaying, tiny skirt. god; he’d think to himself.

the most depraved thing he’s ever thought was how you looked naked. the outline of your body, nothing but your skin and curves. he’d be trying to fall asleep at night, but imagining how it’d feel to touch you would keep him frustratingly awake.

and you’d be right next to him during those moments, sleeping soundly. oblivious to how he was truly feeling about you. staying the night at one another’s was a common thing between you two — it’s not like there was any sexual feelings.

well, until there was.

because one time when you were over at his place, you did what you normally did. it was an early morning, and you were in the shower, washing off soap. you stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel hanging off the hook.

did you not lock the door? no, your stupid self forgot.

you only realized that, though, when sae abruptly walked in.

“gah! sae!” you immediately heated up, your voice a shrill shriek. you panicked, covering your body with your towel sheepishly.

but sae already saw. he saw your naked body.

you loudly scoffed at his audacity when he didn’t move. for many, humiliating seconds. “get. out. sae!”

his mouth twitched. “we need to talk.”

your cheeks burned. this was the most devastating situation you could’ve been in. your chest heaved at an intense rate.

“ah— sae!” you muffle, your cheek smooshed against the bed.

his hand firmly held your head down, his fingers tangled in your hair. you were still naked, still freshly out of the shower. you heard the undoing of his pants, making a strange coiling feeling spark in your gut. your pussy was already slick with your own arousal, making you look like a sopping, wet mess.

“i’ve been wanting to do this,” he murmured, beginning to line the tip of him to your hole. “for a while,” he whispered.

you gasped when you felt him push deep into you. you could feel the pulsing of his cock burn into the walls of your pussy. more heat pooled into your gut. fuck — your best friend was inside of you right now.

“sae—” you moan, your thighs tensing up.

he removed his grip on your head, moving to grab hold of your hips. immediately, he pulled you even more flush against him. his sweaty skin met the slippery skin of your ass with each heavy thrust he made.

“god,” he groaned approvingly. his hands gripped you even tighter. “y’so hot.”

“mmmf. . . fuck,” you sputter, your mind spinning.

the wet sounds of your skin hitting his was all that you could hear in your ringing ears, alongside his quiet groans.

“c’mon,” he whispered. the low, hushed tone of his voice made your pussy squeeze around him erratically. from it, he let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back. “fuck. you like this?”

your hands gripped the sheets for support. your ass was high in the air, probably bruising from the sheer force of his hips hitting you with each time he pushed inside.

“i—i . . .” you trail off, your vision white-spotting as he angled himself differently, hitting a spot that made your body entirely unravel.

fuck.

his cock fervently pushed at your cervix, making both of you let out loud moans. you nuzzle your face more into the sheets, feeling the knot in your lower stomach begin to unravel.

your breathing sped up at the same time his did. your skin feverishly burned up at the same time his did.

and your orgasm crashed onto you the same time his did. your cunt began pulsing and oozing with cum as his cock began shooting cum into you.

“shit,” he sucked in air, his core flexed. his pace slowed slightly as he rode out his orgasm, completely entranced at the feeling of your beating pussy.

“fuck, sae,” you heave, practically gurgling on your own drooling saliva.

he pulled out, his breath shallow and his skin sweaty. his heavy eyes reverently traced the outline of your naked body. he got what he wanted.

he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “i think i have a crush on you.”

ブルーロック ⸻ how they fuck you stupid !! × blue lock

mikage reo ,, nagi seishirō ,, itoshi sae ,, oliver aiku ,, michael kaiser

request. would you write bllk headcanons of their favorite way to fuck us completely dumb? it can have any characters just please add reo.

content. afab!reader, pussy eating, praise, edging, overstimming, mindbreaking, degrading, spitting, size kink, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, breath play, choking, characters are in their 20s

玲王 ⸻ reo × teasing

don’t get me wrong, he still absolutely loves to give you the princess treatment, however .. the amount of teasing and edging he does is enough to drive you insane. he just loves loves loves to hear you beg, and you just look and sound so pretty while doing it.

he’s at his worst when he’s eating you out, completely addicted to the way you tremble under his touch when he doesn’t give you what you want, kissing your tummy, biting at your thighs, locking his big hands behind your knees to keep your legs spread for him. definitely has cum just from eating you out before.

reo has you in missionary, and he almost pulls all the way out ; slowly letting his pretty pink tip catch on your tight entrance before rubbing his head through your slick folds, just to watch how you beg and grasp for him.

“r-reo, p-please,” you sob, “m’always so fucking good for you, please just make me cum, I’m so fucking close, please!” glittering tears fall down your gorgeous face, your long lashes wet and your pretty eyes glistening and entirely focused on him.

“sorry, princess. can’t spoil you too much, m’always giving you exactly what you want. jus’want to hear you cry for me …” reo sighs, already relenting to his perfect girl, “fuck … I’m obsessed with you.”

alexis ness - jealous much?

requested by @niiyxia

sypnosis: kaiser arranges a study session with you and ness, who’s had a crush on you for months, and you’re left to your dismay when kaiser ditches unbeknownst to you only.

warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), jealousy, power dynamics (msub to soft mdom), creampie, corruption kink, praise, pervert ness, size kink (big dick ness is real), leg-lock, german petnames

“and that’ll be all for this lecture. please study over the material before the end of the month, there will be a test.” your university class erupts into a fit of groans and incoherent complaints, all while you’re already gathering your things. you’re quick to shove your writing utensils and notes back into your bag, standing up partly to widen your field of vision, and partly to get the hell out of this class faster. your classmates soon follow readying to leave, peer influence, after all. securing all your belongings within the confines of your bag, you soon sling the strap over your shoulder and begin to walk towards the exit.

you’re almost to the final few feet from the door until you hear a familiar patronizing voice. “meine maus, come here.”

you roll your eyes playfully, and when you turn, you can’t fight the grin that appears once you see his in return—michael kaiser. he’s already grinning back at you, teeth and all, trouble lingering in his eyes. besides his overbearing confidence that practically shines itself like a ray of sun from his body, stands his best friend: alexis ness. the state of both of them are quite different—ness already has his things gathered and ready to go, while kaiser still has his things scattered across the desk. of course, like the loyal friend he is, ness begins to pack his best friend’s things for him like it’s routine—and it may as well be.

consequently, ness has to turn away from you—avoid your eyes from meeting his. he hears how you respond to kaiser, just a slight annoyance in your voice that doesn’t go unnoticed. “yes, meister?” that sends a tinge of pain to ness’ chest. your conversation with kaiser ensues, and ness is quite grateful that he’s picking up after kaiser—it gives him a reason not to look at you. he hears how the two of you exchange playful banter in tandem, but the master petname drives ness crazy.

“hear that, ness?” that snaps him back into reality, and ness turns to meet kaiser’s unamused expression. ness briefly glances at you, and it’s difficult to look away from your eyes, full of confusion and innocence. you stare at ness with curiosity, an unintentional pout on display. “tonight, at nine. we’re heading to the campus cafe to study.”

yeah fucking right. kaiser just means he’ll leech off both his and your notes. “oh—yeah… i’ll be there.”

ness tries not to let his disdain show in knowing of the truth. while you may not necessarily have a deep crush on kaiser—god, even just the thought riles ness up. he knows you like kaiser’s attention, and he knows that kaiser just wants to toy with you for the sake of his ego. maybe even just to get in your pants. but he’s right there—he could give you that same attention with genuine intentions. but ness is aware, the attention from a pathetic loyal pet isn’t as satisfactory for the ego as the attention of a cocky man who thinks highly of himself.

“yay! i’ll meet both of you there. see you, meister.” you drawl out the words seductively in teasing—but god, it threatens ness’ composure and his dick. “and you too, ness.”

the rest of the day continued on as it usually would for ness: remaining lectures and his soccer practice with kaiser that ended around eight because of some inconvenience from the coach’s personal life. ness could barely contain his thoughts of you—your smile, the way you looked while working in class, the seduction in your voice that kept repeating in his head all fucking afternoon. he kept having to take water breaks during soccer every time he popped a boner just from memory of it.

and now he’s here, sitting in a high stool of a wall-mounted table in front of the window. he fidgets with the corners of his notebook paper as he waits for the two of you to arrive. jeez, he spaced out during the planning of this study session and he still was the earliest to arrive. his boredom ends quickly though, as he hears the bell ring from the door opening. you stride in with your bag, probably full of notes that were designed for kaiser to understand.

ness is quick to fix his face, smile already on display as he waves you down. his heart flutters when he hears your little squeak over all the cafe-noises: chattering, machines clanking, liquids pouring, and he can still make out the sound of your voice. unlike him. you’re quick to make your way towards ness, and like the gentleman he is, he takes your stuff and sets it aside on your side of the table.

“i’ll set everything up for you. please, go order for yourself,” he verbalizes before you can even ask if kaiser is here yet. in truth, ness is stalling. not for kaiser’s arrival, not studying—he’s stalling for your heartbreak. while he’s fully aware that you hold little to no romantic feelings for his best friend, he fully understands the attachment you’ve developed for the connection.

in short—kaiser’s not coming. “call it my personal way of keeping her hooked.”

bastard. kaiser already explained his intentions prior—his little psychotic plan of taking away his attention briefly so you’re inclined to reach for him more, further, until it’s just him. ness clicks his tongue at his best friend’s cruel way of essentially leading you on. he could treat you so much better than that.

“oh, thank you, ness! do you want anything?” you ask obliviously, and ness doesn’t know whether to hug you for your eventual heartbreak or not to hide the upcoming erection just from your naivety.

“i’m alright, engel!” he lets the petname slip, and he almost wants to curse himself out for it until he sees it. the blush that dusts carefully over your cheeks. it flustered you—and ness takes a mental note to exploit that later.

ness keeps his promise and arranges everything for you while you order and wait. and once you return to your table, you continue to wait for kaiser and make small talk with ness. both of you get along much more than you originally anticipated, he was always a lot more eerily quiet to you—avoiding eye contact and just shining that wide smile that seemed to be his default expression. eventually, the conversation leads back to kaiser and you’re left to wonder.

where the hell is kaiser?

you check your phone, and it’s well past the time kaiser said was his bed-time. “kaiser’s pretty late, huh?” you try to joke and laugh it off, but ness reverts back to silence, and his smile is no longer present. you’re not entirely dumb, much different from kaiser’s prediction. you piece together the situation—kaiser’s just using you. “oh. you knew, right?”

“i’m sorry. he told me last minute and you were already on your way.” liar. “we can still study together, if you want to.”

last minute, his ass. kaiser told him right after practice in the locker room, a whole hour before this meet-up even happened. ness just wanted to spend some alone time with you, that’s all.

“it’s okay, i think i’ll just go home now.” you sound so dejected, and ness personally feels like he wants to kill kaiser right now, even despite his loyalty.

“i’ll walk you,” ness forces a half-hearted smile in order to try and lighten the mood. unbeknownst to you, all that lies in that smile is jealousy and anger, maybe even a little pity.

you try to decline ness’ offer but he insists. you sigh, a defeated smile settling on your face as you give in. it doesn’t take long for the both of you to leave, as ness hurries to gather both his and your things. the two of you walk in a comfortable silence back to your dorm, where you, fortunately, don’t have a roommate. you shove your key into the door and unlock it quickly, your thoughts racing in your head and your ego aching from the loss.

as you unlock the door, you mumble softly and begin to turn to face ness. “hey, thank you, ness. thank you for—”

“i can do so much more for you,” ness blurts. his eyes are focused on you, his irises holding an emotion you’ve never detected all those times you’ve met him prior. his words catch you off guard and ness is quick to notice your confusion. “i mean, he doesn’t deserve your attention if he treats you like that.”

ness is careful with how he words things, he doesn’t want to say he deserves your attention. he really doesn’t deserve your attention—not with how dirty he fucking is. he isn’t much better than kaiser with wanting to get in your pants, but at least he has genuine romantic attraction to you. but again, you’re not stupid. “what are you saying, ness—”

“alexis. please call me by my name, engel.” there’s that name again. it makes you fucking melt. you won’t lie to yourself. you’ve considered ness before; he’s almost, if not equally, as attractive as kaiser—and he’s on the cuter side.

“well then, alexis. jealous much?” your demeanor changes almost like a light switch, and you begin to smirk. the sight alone has ness reverting back to his puppy-like loyalty, almost making his knees buckle. you’re already halfway through the door, still facing him with your bag dropped haphazardly onto your entrance floor. your hand reaches out for ness’ jaw instinctively, and he doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle his cheek into your palm.

like a puppy.

“yes, yes—i am jealous,” ness admits. his pants already feel as if they’re tightening, and his cock begins to strain within his boxers. “please, can i come in?”

you don’t ignore his boner that’s actively growing—it only fuels the adrenaline that rushes through your veins. lust overtakes all ration as you pull ness in by the collar, allowing him to stumble in surprise into your dorm room. as both of you back up into your dorm, you’re quick to shut and lock the door behind ness—pushing him right against it. his face flushes as you take reign of the situation, effectively pushing your body against his. he shutters when he feels your chest push up against his, the soft flesh so close to his, only shielded by layers of cloth.

you look at him with faux innocence, a temptation that has ness wanting to ruin you. your hand trails back up to his cheek, and he nuzzles again on instinct. this allows you to pull his head down, and guide his lips to meet yours. it’s sweet as first, passionate as he unloads months of pining. your lips and his intertwine, pushing against each other in tandem.

your hands trail up and down ness’ arms, particularly feeling up his biceps—which are much more toned than you originally thought. ness is almost stuck in place, hands kept to himself as he’s still processing that he’s in the dorm of the girl he’s had a crush on for months—let alone kissing her. you draw back one hand to grab his, guiding him to touch you. taking ahold of his wrist, his hand is naturally spread out and leaves the perfect position to fondle your chest. he’s naturally inclined to squeeze just a little, right?

the soft plush of your tits translate as a tightening sensation within his pelvis, which then causes his cock to twitch hard in his pants. the sensation alone has him opening his mouth to let out a moan—and you don’t even contemplate when you push your tongue into his mouth. it catches ness off guard, and his hand that lays rest on your boob falters its grip slightly. he can feel the smirk that forms on your face.

fortunately, your dorm room is essentially just one room, minus the bathroom, and you pull away from kissing ness. he whines a little from the loss of your lips on his, but he has no time to complain as you grab his wrist and guide him to your bed. ness wants to burn the grin that you have on your face into his memory—it’s so fucking sexy. you place your hand onto his chest, pushing him down onto your bed. he doesn’t know how much longer he can remain patient.

he sighs when he feels your cold fingers dip beneath both of his waistbands, and he raises his hips just a little in order for you to pull them down. the contrast of his skin that’s full of warmth and the cold air results in a shaky exhale from ness. his mind is reeling, and his cock comes springing out of its confines hard and big. you’re left in shock as you take a moment to admire the sheer size of this man, but that’s soon replaced by an evil giggle.

“you’re so cute, y’know that?” ness nods reluctantly in response, throwing away his eye contact with you in embarrassment. sure, he knows he’s big, almost embarrassingly so—for his demeanor and all. no one would expect it from him, usually. “i think i’m starting to like you, alexis.”

he retorts almost instantly, albeit a bit shy, “you’re not saying that just because i have a big dick, right?” you only laugh in response, and that flares his nerves just a little bit. however, one glance at your eyes trained on him has him rest assured that no, you’re not saying that just because he has a big dick. before he can say anything else, your hand grips onto his cock firmly and it has him fucking whining.

ness squirms once he feels you thumb at his slit, a small string of pre-cum connecting you to his dick once you lift your thumb away. the moan that releases from ness is pathetically loud once you play with his frenulum. you decide you want to tease the poor man even more, using your thumb to quickly tap the head of his dick multiple times. that has his entire body convulsing as he chokes on his own whimpers. he’s almost on the verge of tears when you finally decide to stop teasing and ball your hand into a fist around his cock. you take a slow pace in jerking ness off, palm and fingers already coated in his arousal as you stroke painfully slow for his liking. he resists the urge to buck into your hand for a more desirable pace—and you notice.

“too slow for you?” you ask condescendingly and ness nods his head, ashamed and shy. you take pity on the poor boy and quicken the pace you have on his cock. he cries out, and his hand flies out to grab at your wrist. he’s so goddamn sensitive. the tightening feeling in his pelvis almost feels as if it’s a knot wanting to rip apart. of course, you don’t miss the opportunity to tease him further by pausing your ministrations and rubbing your palm against his glans quickly. and every time you do it, it rips ness apart and has him moaning like a bitch in heat.

slowly, ness can feel his orgasm beginning to build within him. he doesn’t want to cum now, but he doesn’t want to stop the pleasure either. you’re like a drug that he can’t fucking quit, a true addict to the feeling of your hand around his dick. but he’d much rather bury his cum inside of you. the signs are there though, and you go straight to finding a way that’ll make ness cum faster. his eyes widen in fear as he tightens his grip on your wrist, attempting to delay his orgasm.

“schatzi—please—don’t wanna cum yet!” he throws his head back as he feels the knot getting tighter and tighter. “oh, god—please!”

he throws his gaze back to your eyes, and he can see that you don’t plan to stop—unless he makes you. and so he does, he musters enough strength to halt your wrist from moving completely. you’re caught off guard by the sudden takeover of control as he pries your hand away from his dick. originally seated atop him, ness flips the two of you around so that you’re on your back. he only stands before you, just between your legs—which were spread out as a natural response to the change in position.

ness’ gaze narrows, darkening the look in his eyes as lust shines its way through his irises. you’re not in control anymore. and it’s evident with the way ness’ hand grips onto your inner thigh, keeping your legs apart for him. “i’m so sorry… i don’t think i can hold it back anymore.”

that’s all that ness leaves you as you feel the head of his cock press against your clit. you’re not sure when he took off your pants and panties, but you’re essentially bottomless now. you mumble a closed-moan as ness drags his cock up and down the slit of your vagina, smearing both his and your arousal. he can feel the way you clench around nothing, the wetness that drips from your cunt—the warmth and utter need. ness leans over you, your faces so close to each other that you can feel each other’s breath.

“look at me,” ness commands softly, and you comply without a second thought. his demeanor now is a stark difference than the pathetic dog that was at your mercy just a few minutes ago. but ness has a way of drawing out that submission in you without even a fight. he’s so gentle, soft-spoken—it’s terrifying.

ness maintains eye contact with you as he pushes the head of his dick past the folds of your cunt. you moan shamelessly at the stretch, but he soon places a hand over your mouth, essentially muffling all your noises. “we’re still in a dorm complex. please stay quiet, engel.”

it’s not like ness wants to keep you quiet. he wants badly to show others how good he makes you feel, but those sounds should be reserved only for him. you nod your head slowly, and ness begins to inch himself deeper into your pussy. he could very well cum right now with how your walls grip onto him like a vice. your hands wrap around his neck, shoving his head into your neck. you’re so fucking tight. and he’s fucking huge. he resists the urge to stop teasing himself and just shove his remaining length into you in one swift thrust, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. now now, not yet—he just got you.

ness is itching to fuck you already, but he waits until he’s bottomed out completely. “you took me so—hah—so well…” he praises you as he waits for your signal to finally fuck you, dick twitching inside you, begging for the slightest movement. once you’re fully accommodated to his dick, you look at ness with pure innocence in your eyes and nod, his hand still covering your mouth. you’re so fucking beautiful. he could cum just to the sight of you so pliant for him.

ness mumbles a soft thank you before he draws his hips back, only to briskly thrust back in. you cry out at the feeling of your cunt being stretched so quickly, it’s almost painful. but the pain soon melds with pleasure, lines blurring indefinitely. ness shutters as he feels your cunt desperately try to take his length, your walls practically sucking him back in, refusing to let him leave your cunt. it’s almost as if you want him to cum inside.

“you feel so, so good—” ness pats your hair softly as he picks up the pace of plunging into you. the sounds from the two of you are pure filth—and it’s not just the whines and moans that befall the two of you. it’s the shlick! that’s audible whenever ness draws his cock out and back in. it’s the clap! that resonates in the air whenever his skin reaches yours, balls slapping against your ass. and accompanied by the sweet sound of your moans? ness thinks he’s in fucking heaven. your cunt definitely fuels the illusion.

“ah—alexis! it’s t’much!” you sob, arms tired from being held up for too long, draped across his neck and still refusing to let go. ness admits, he’s doing a half-ass job at keeping you quiet, the hand on your mouth barely contains the pure pornography that originates from your mouth. he’s too focused on your pussy. you clench around him erratically, and it’s almost painful with how tight you already are. you may be aroused and stretched out, but ness is just so big.

“you can take it f’me, i know you can.” ness reassures you, and you try to shake your head no. but you’re too brainless to even deny the fact that his fat fucking cock makes you feel euphoric. ness lands a particularly mean thrust right to your g-spot, and that has you crying out all sorts of pleas. “see, liebling? such a good girl.”

your orgasm is approaching closer and closer, and the way ness bullies that erogenous spot inside you only quickens the time it’ll take to reach your climax. ness can tell—he’s approaching it with you, well, more like he’s been holding it off since your hand was on his fucking cock. he can feel the way you clench more frequently, walls twitching around his cock that has him in a chokehold. he mutters sweet praise into your ear, coaxing you closer to the brink of letting go with his dick and his words.

“gonna cum, alexis—! cumming!” you cry out, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. that turns ness on that the knot in his pelvis tightens just to the point of shattering. the way your saliva coats his hand has him incredibly turned on.

“cum for me, sweet girl,” ness purrs into your ear, his perpetual smile back on his face. he watches your face contort in pleasure and overstimulation as you cross your peak, and ness soon follows. his thrusts begin to become more erratic and sloppy, chasing for that sweet sense of relief.

“in me—alexis—cum in me!”

do you have any fucking clue what you’re saying?

your words ring in his ears loudly, and they shoot straight to his cock. he’s about to cum, and it’s so fucking filthy that you asked him to cum inside. but he can’t deny his sweet girl of a request, he just hopes that you won’t blame him for never letting you go after this. your legs wrap around ness’ waist, and you leg-lock him to your cunt.

you weren’t fucking kidding.

your desperation, the pleas, the begs, the feeling of your pussy still cumming around his dick pushes ness over. he lets go inside of you, and you can feel his cum pooling at your cervix in quick ropes. he moans loudly, whispering all sorts of praise into your ear. you can barely make out the “you’re mine now, not his” that falls from his lips in the midst of your daze. his head buries further into your neck, and he shutters as he feels your walls flutter around his softening cock.

the two of you remain like that briefly before ness peels himself away from you. he’s quick to find a nearby towel to wipe you off, and to kiss your lips softly again. you’re still dazed and dizzy, but ness thinks your afterglow is gorgeous. you’re sprawled out and weak, all because of him.

kaiser could fucking never.

2k followers event, request no 18: After winning a guessing game with you, Rin does his cute "bleh" thing making you have a cuteness aggression and attack him with kisses.

You and Rin have always shared a love for thrillers. He leans more toward horror thrillers, while you're obsessed with murder mysteries. Tonight you have decided to watch a murder thriller and suddenly the movie night leads you both to an unspoken competition.

Halfway through, you confidently point at one of the suspects. "It's definitely him."

Rin glances at the screen before shaking his head.

"No."

"Watch. I'm telling you, I've seen way more murder thrillers than you."

"I don't think it's him."

"So who's your guess?"

He names someone else and you immediately laugh.

"Seriously? There's no way."

"...We'll see."

For the rest of the movie, you sit there with your arms crossed, absolutely convinced you're going to win. Then the final reveal comes and the murderer is...

Rin's suspect.

"...No way," you mutter, staring at the TV with genuine disbelief. "How was it him? That made absolutely no sense."

Rin doesn't answer immediately.

You turn toward him, ready to argue about plot holes, only to find him already looking at you with the smallest hint of satisfaction.

"I told you," he says.

"I've watched way more murder thrillers than you."

"And I still won."

You narrow your eyes.

Rin watches you for another second before something incredibly rare happens, he sticks his tongue out just a little.

"...Bleh."

It isn't exaggerated. Just the tiniest tease, paired with that almost invisible smug smile only you get to see.

Silence.

Instead of getting angry, your brain completely stops working.

Why... why was that so cute?

Your eyes stay locked on his face as if trying to confirm you really saw it.

Your hands twitch.

Rin tilts his head slightly, confused by your intense stare.

"...What are you looking—"

You suddenly lunge.

"Wha—"

sae hates when u bring up bunny (ꐦo_o) content | crackfluff, gn!reader, bf!sae, jealousy

sae was never the jealous type. so much so that it made you wonder if he cared all that much about you. it wasn’t that he never showed affection. he always made sure to. but he was always so . . . comfortable with himself. he simply thought nobody could take you from him. so he never worried.

honestly, you got used to it. but then, something different happened one evening, where you were innocently telling him about your day.

“. . . and there was this other guy from your league that was there,” you hummed, washing your hands in the kitchen sink. “bun . . . bunny iglesias. that really big guy.”

sae stilled instantly. he was right next to you, his attention slowly turning from washing the dishes to looking at your face.

“iglesias?” he grimaced. he said it like it gave him heartburn.

“yeah,” you nod obliviously.

“did you talk to him?”

“a little.”

sae immediately set down the dish in his hands and put his hands on his hips, glaring at you like you robbed his home. “and what’d you say?”

“it was about you. he said something like how he’s looking forward to playing you again.”

sae looked at you. and looked. and looked. and . . . god— was he ever gonna say anything?

“don’t speak to that guy again, you hear it?” with a tsk, he went back to washing the dishes. but there was still a simmering heat that lingered on him.

okay. now you understood what was happening.

“you’re upset,” you said. “‘cause i talked to bunny?”

he replied rather quickly, “so what if i’m upset?”

you dried your hands off with the hand towel, setting it aside and stepping a centimetre closer to sae.

“i’ve never seen you upset,” you mused hushedly. “over me talking to some guy.”

he scowled. truly, his face made him look like he was in pain. he looked back at you once more, his teal eyes wrecked with anger.

“bunny is not just some guy,” he retorted. “and it’s not a big deal if i’m upset or not. so don’t make it one.”

he set the dish on the drying rack with finality. he wanted the conversation over.

but you didn’t. not when you finally got to see him act this way.

as he turned to walk out the kitchen, you softly grab his wrist, pulling him back gently. he turned his head, looking at you with his classic bored, neutral expression.

“he called me pretty, too,” you smirk.

sae’s jaw clenched. he pulled his wrist out of your grab, looking at you with a not-so neutral expression anymore.

“you’re trying to get me mad,” he scoffed.

he was correct. bunny didn’t say anything other than what you had previously told sae. but god, look at sae’s face. he was straining with annoyance. it was an expression you’ve never once seen on him.

“he really did say that,” you lie.

“no he didn’t,” he snapped, his voice cracking. he sounded more like a yipping pup than anything intimidating.

woah. silence. ba-dump . . ba-dump . .

you purse your lips together, trying to hold back a giggle. because sae’s face was utterly flushed. red tainted his ears, a pink hue embellished his entire face.

he took a step back, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. his temper was being edged — all because of your antics. he opened his eyes again, looking directly at you and leaning in close.

his voice was low and firm, “i’m the one who should have all of your attention. got that?”

you gave a rather eager nod, smiling blissfully.

in the back of your head, you were only planning how you can bring up bunny even more.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

“ugh. what is you and my biceps?”

sae says looking down at you as you both sit comfortably on the couch the soccer game on the tv background noise at this point.

your hands squeezing the soft muscle. pressing soft kisses to his skin making his nose scrunch.

“dunno. they just look nice. you look good.”

you say not even lifting your face to meet eye to eye. your eyes glued to his toned muscular bicep. he lets out a long sigh, though he secretly loves it.

“i’m distraught. my own girlfriend loves my biceps more than me.”

he says looking down at your face emerged into his bicep. but that caught your attention.

your eyes finally flick up to meet his. furrowing your eyebrows. “you’re one to talk. you’re like this with my ass.”

he scoffs before shrugging as you go back to playing with his bicep.

“touché.”

you press your lips to the skin before softly sucking on it.

leaving a mark along the way. he hisses at the sensation the sting oddly felt good.

“…baby. careful.”

he murmurs quietly you nod before licking the reddish purpled mark on his bicep.

your eyes glance down and notice the imprint of his bulge through his sweatpants smirking against his skin.

your free hand moving to palm at his hard on making him jolt his hips.

he leans down towards your neck licking on the skin before softly nipping at your ear.

the room is thick with the smell of sweat, sex and the filthy sounds of the two of you going at it for the past hour. it’s not every day that you get to be on top, watching shidou slowly lose his composure beneath you.

“s-shit— y’re fucking insane,” he groans, breath coming out ragged as his hands clamp down on your hips. you refuse to slow down, riding him harder with your head thrown back and your nails pressing into his chest, muffled whines breaking from you each time his cock sinks deep enough that his tip nudges against your cervix.

“a-ah— ryu, you’re so deep,” you whine, nails pressing harder as your eyes roll back from the pressure.

shidou’s head falls back against the pillow, a broken moan slipping from his lips as he keeps thrusting up into your sloppy pussy, meeting every drop of your hips with a desperate snap of his own. “y’re still so— ngh— tight… haah this pussy is squeezing me too damn good,” he pants, voice cracking in a way you’ve rarely heard from him. sweat clings to his forehead, blond strands sticking messily to his skin as his usual smug expression starts to fall apart.

you lean forward, shifting your position so that every roll of your hips drags the head of his cock right against that spongy spot deep inside you, and the new sensation only makes you moan louder at the sharp jolt of pleasure coursing through your body.

his eyes roll back the moment you lift your hips and sink back down on his member again, perfectly edging him so he can’t cum too quickly. it’s absolute torture what you’re doing to him right now, but he’s loving every second of it. “ya like seeing me this way, don’tcha?” he rasps, one hand sliding up your back to pull you down closer.

“keep going like that and i’m not gonna last, sweetheart.”

you smile against his neck, deliberately clenching around his dick as you grind down just enough to feel him twitch. “… then don’t,” you whisper, breath hot against his skin.

“fuuuck… don’t say it like that,” he chokes out, jaw tightening like he’s barely holding it together.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ your bf vivien hugo... really likes your face... a bit too much

since you began dating the red-headed midfielder, you very quickly came to realize how… opinionated he was, or rather, very much open about thinking about ... pretty much anything that’s on his mind.

despite his rather cold and calculating appearance on the field (and during interviews since you can admit… your lover has a major case of resting bitch face), he’s kind and passionate.

vivien calls you beautiful any chance he gets and is overall a clingy and attentive lover (very evident given the fact that he’d try to court you in a very try-hard way before you ever started dating). he even remembers the small things about you and every time he gets the chance to see your reaction, he literally holds your face and just stares in awe at you.

however, while your lover is very opinionated and very much… him, that also comes with the fact that he is very much open on his sexual preferences.

in particular, he’s really into seeing your face. whenever you ask him about this particular quirk regarding this, he’d shrug it off, saying how, “i love to see your face when we make love. what’s wrong with that?” you knew he liked your face, but it wasn’t until he had said it where you began thinking.

rarely do you ever see your boyfriend lose his cool or even his calm demeanor, that is until when you have sex; but even so, he stays rather peaceful.

so why not torture him a little? vivien gives you the perfect reactions, afterall.

"w-what are you doing...? shit..." vivien huffed, his rough hands guiding your hips. you were in your apartment, where you were lounging together on your bed, watching a show on your tv, before one thing led to another and you suddenly found yourself riding him, legs latched around his waist while he led you.

of course, vivien loved it when you rode him–because god, you looked so fucking sexy. he loved the way he could see you–see how your breasts bounced with every thrust, and most favorably, just seeing how your expression got. but today, it was different.

your body was clinging onto him, your arms wrapped around his neck and plush body pressed against his firm chest.

"mmm...lemme stay like this, vivi..." he made a sound mixed with a groan and almost like a sigh.

"please... baby... i wanna see you, beautiful-!"

but you could only tease your lover so much—for so long. before you knew it, he had pushed your body onto the bed, him topping you.

you could see how vivien’s expression changed; how his lips suddenly curved to a smirk and his eyes gleamed. even with the dimmed lamp lights illuminating your room, you could tell how flushed his cheeks were.

“i told you that i wanted to see you,” he whispered. you felt your eyes widen at how much more you could feel his cock splitting you open—how much you could feel his weight against you further.

your lips were parted and your face was hot, eyes all glossy and eyebrows furrowed. vivien wished he could simply capture this moment forever. he caressed your face, putting his thumb in your mouth and further splitting your lips apart.

"shhhh...baby. lasse-moi voir ce beau visage, ma belle..." vivien angled his hips upwards, pressing your body onto the bed and spreading your legs wiiiide. his onyx eyes were glued on your face, going back and forth from your face to where the two of you were connected, him just staring at where his cock entered and slipped out from your overflowing cunt.

“i love you—fucking love your face… so so damn pretty…”

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"i wann' nut in you—please can i?" ness begs, his forearms tight around your waist.

he looks up at you so pathetically, forcing his head into your petting. he absolutely loves this position with you facing forward on his lap, sweaty bodies flushed against each other as you ride his soul away. your knees dig deep into the mattress, locking in his thighs that stretched out between yours.

"i-ich werde brav sein, bitte sag ja.."

he pulls you down harder at each desperate whine he slips out, stuffing his nose between your breasts and slobbering all over your soft skin.

"bitteee, y/nnn i wanna- inside you s'bad... y/n it hurts..."

you tightly suck in a breath, feeling his limp cock twitch inside your womb. the rock hard head of his shaft bulges through your cervix, fitting right inside like a puzzle.

"y/n i wanna so bad... du tust mir so gut, ich kann einfach nicht andersss.."

"fine, fine... yes..." you grunt, your head immediately sinking into his shoulder.

he could just die here beneath you the moment you nodded, approving another orgasm. slowly, warm fluids seep out between the gaps of your throbbing pussy, his cock still plugged deep inside of you; ness was not letting go anytime soon. clenching so tightly, he twitches and thrusts up once more, your walls wrapping tighter around his pulsing veins.

"y/nn~ hnghh—" ness gasps, biting onto your nipple, wanting your cum to somehow come out of your breasts instead.

you and ness breathe deeply together, mirroring beasts in hibernation, feeling each other's raging heartbeats. his hands slide low to the side of your legs, lazily pumping you up and down.

you tap gently on his back, "enoughh..."

ness chuckles. bulky arms wrap harder around your bare hips as his forehead nudges your collar.

"thank you... than' you~" he repeats in soft murmurs, quietly milking you over and over with subtle movements . . .

u compliment rin’s eyes ၊၊||၊ ♪⊹ - ever seen by beabadobee

you never understood why rin would avert his gaze during eye contact. you guys have been dating for a month, which, sure, can be an awkward stage, but not this awkward. he just never looked at you properly when the moments came.

he had the cutest eyes, in your humbly right opinion. his coastal teal pupils were bedazzled with a shimmer of life. he could try hiding that tenderness he has in his gorgeous irises, but you always saw it. despite his scowls, his grimaces, his pouts.

he had the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

the corners of his eyes would crinkle whenever you said something he found funny — even when he was supposed to be mad at you (which was always for such a frivolous reason). his pupils would blow wide when he got a taste of his favourite food, ochazuke, which you had learned to make upon first finding out so you could give it to him often.

all just to see those pretty eyes become two shining stars.

all those times you got distracted by his eyes, and he’d be oblivious, you’d wonder to yourself why he never held eye contact.

and where the two of you currently sat, which was on your sofa, you were looking at his side profile. sight fixed on his wide eyes. his gaze was intently fixed on the tv that was lit with a live soccer match.

your arm lazily draped over his shoulders. for a meaningless moment he stilled. and then he leaned back, shifting to make himself comfortable. and his gaze softened. which you noticed immediately, because you hadn’t once taken your eyes off of his.

“look over here, rin,” you whisper.

rin’s lip twitched before he turned his head, looking into your eyes.

and quickly, your other arm reached out, your hand squeezing his chin. his cheeks immediately began beaming pink. and his eyes?

just two, glittery, bulbous balls. gosh. he was so cute.

“i love your eyes,” you murmured, specific and honest. “they’re so . . . pretty.”

rin furrowed his brows. with the pads of your fingertips digging into his plush cheeks and the downturn of his brows, he looked like a flustered kitten. cute, you of course thought.

“let me go,” he hmphed.

you giggle softly, dropping your hand and instead lacing your fingers together with his. and he didn’t refuse.

rin wasn’t going to say a thank you. he wasn’t even going to take your comment seriously. but, of course, his heart was stumbling in his chest.

and his eyes, the prettiest eyes ever, glimmered just slightly.

he didn’t really mean to take it out on you! through the whole car ride home, he had a deathly tight grip on the steering wheel, his veins looking like they were going to pop if his grip tightened anymore. you didn’t dare to open your mouth or speak to him the whole way, just avoiding his figure by looking out the window. all of a sudden the view was so lovely.. haha..

however, your peace was torn the moment you stepped into your shared apartment. he dropped his things onto the floor without any care and dragged you into the bedroom and pushed you onto the bed. 

currently, you had your head pressed onto the pillow, back arched with a deep inward curve. tears slowly pooled and escaped from your tear ducts, burning up from the constant pain pleasure.

“a-ah, fuckk..” he moaned out in between his breaths. both of his hands were gripped on your hips so tightly that you were sure that they would leave marks on it. he kept you in place, occasionally slapping your ass, giving it a light squeeze when he felt like it. 

his thrusts kept hitting the same damn spot. he closed his eyes, tilted his head upwards with his pace increasing. you made noises that were borderline-pornographic, surely going to get a complaint from your neighbour— but that was the least of your worries for now. he groaned, feeling you tighten around him.

“you’re so fuckin’ tight— bet you were waiting f’ me to lose that game so you could get a piece of this, stupid slut..” the bed creaked loudly with his thrusts hitting harder and deeper, chasing his own climax. you weren’t holding up well either. you wanted to come so badly. but you knew if you did, he wouldn’t let you rest until the next morning.

“baby please–!” your moans were muffled by the pillows against your face, but it was loud enough for him to hear. your body was trembling with overstimulation, clenching hard on him.

he groaned loudly in response. after another thrust, he swiftly pulled out all the way. you whined at the loss, the emptiness. you weren’t able to say anything fast enough as he flipped you over onto your back but due to the change in distance, he grabbed your legs and dragged you towards his dick. he place both your legs on his shoulders and without warning, he shoved his cock right back into you. 

with the convenient position you were both in, he smashed his lips against yours. you wrap your arms around his neck as his tongue slipped into your mouth. it was only until you were out of breath did he break away. “just a little longer, hold it out f’ me baby.” he breathed out, his warm breath hitting your neck. 

after pushing you with the same cruel pace, he finally reached his climax. spilling into you with the last couple of thrusts, filling you up with his warm release. you came nearly instantly after he did, your nails scratching his back deep enough for him to hiss lightly. 

the both of you spent a few minutes catching your breaths. he had long let go of holding your legs in such a tight position, letting them rest while he laid face flat on your chest boobs. you felt your eyes falling shut, but before you could finally drift away into slumber, his words woke you up with a hint of mischief.

“already tired? i’m sure you could go for a few more rounds right?”