ITOSHI RIN !

you're struggling to open a jar of jam. and thats when he walks to you, snatching the jar, opening it aggressively and just as much aggressively, he places it down on the counter.

"itoshi rin, what is wrong with you??"

"i will fucking bite you. im not joking, y/n," he grumbles.

"you did that last time too," you say, unimpressed.

"tsk. and who started it??"

"rin, we were 7," you sigh when he grumbles more. this was his serious problem (jk). it wasn't the first time it happened. but you knew. so you open your arms, thinking that'll soothe him but no. he aggressively pulls you and bites your shoulder.

ISAGI YOICHI !

yoichi has no clue what is going on. what the fuck is he feeling really. it was the 789462 time you hear him sigh, his ears going red. so obviously you confront, "yo-chan...everything ok?" is he uncomfortable because of you, perhaps?? "is it me?" you ask in a low voice.

"can i just eat you a little?" he immediately regrets what he said, "no no no not in that way! i mean—god motherfucking dammit...!" yoichi sinks to his knees, his hands covering his face cause he doesn't have it in him to face you.

you: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ, "so it is me..."

"no! it's me. stupid fucking me!"

MICHAEL KAISER !

oh he loves that you're making him feel this and he's not ashamed. so obviously it wasn't the first time you made him feel like this. he knows what it's called. he walks behind you, "babe," he calls, smiling, "fuckin hell..." he mumbles.

"hm?" you hum in question, looking back at him.

"im gonna eat you."

"....control your hormones—!"

"nah not like that. i mean, yes i will but before that," he picks you up. he carries you to bed, placing you there on your back gently and he hovers over you. he holds your chin, tilting it to the side. and he licks you.

"michael—!"

itoshi rin

rin sees it during cooldown stretches. his phone buzzes once — he ignores it. then the group chat (isagi + teammates, in his mind) starts spamming screenshots.

he goes dead silent for three hours. you get a single text: "come to my place. now."

when you arrive he's on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the wall like it's offended him.

"you think starving fixes anything?" voice flat, but his jaw is clenched so tight you see the muscle jump.

you blink in confusion before your eyes widen. stupid twitter update changed the logout settings! you try to explain — accident, private vent, insecurity flare-up — but he cuts you off.

"delete the tweet." pause. "no — don't. let everyone see how stupid it is." he stands, towers over you, and you're pouting, before he unexpectedly pulls you against his chest.

his heartbeat is racing under your ear.

"i'm yours. i chose you. not her. not anyone skinnier, taller, shorter whatever. if you starve, you're hurting what's mine. don't do that again."

he doesn't say "i love you" — he never does it easily — but he doesn't let go for the rest of the night.

makes you sit on his lap while he reviews match footage, hand firm on your thigh like an anchor. later, in bed, he murmurs against your neck: "next time you feel like that, wake me up. i'll remind you who you belong to until you believe it."

shidou ryusei

shidou retweets it immediately with "LMaOOOO baby nOOO 😭🔥" and a string of crying-laughing emojis + fire.

then calls you screaming-laughing: "yo you juSt Exposed your ed arc oN main? anD my ASShole friends are quoting it with thirst traPs of stupId skinny models Cuz — m gonna kill em."

he's at your place in under 30 minutes, bursting in with takeout bags from three different places: burgers, ramen, ice cream, onigiri — chaos food.

"starve? over my dead body." he shoves a fry in your mouth before you can protest. "look at me — i'm built like a goddamn tank and i eat like one too. you think im not gonna miss the way your ass jiggles every time i hit it or what :( i want my girl thick OK."

he pulls you onto the couch, straddles your hips reverse-style so you're facing him, and force-feeds you bites while ranting

by the end of the night he's live-tweeting (on a burner) "my gf tried to starve bc of some stick figure — joke's on her, i'm feeding her back to thicc status AYAYAY 🍔💪" with pics of you mid-bite, looking mortified but smiling.

he doesn't let you skip a single meal after that. ever.

itoshi sae

sae doesn't tweet. doesn't call. doesn't text.

he just… shows up at your apartment at 2 a.m. (he has a key you gave him "just in case").

you're half-asleep when the bedroom light flicks on. he's standing there in his coat, expression blank but eyes sharp.

"get up." voice low. "kitchen."

you follow, confused. he starts pulling ingredients — rice, eggs, veggies — and cooks silently. perfect tamagoyaki, miso soup, grilled fish. places it all in front of you.

"eat."

you stare. "sae—"

"eat." firmer. "then explain why my girlfriend thinks disappearing is an option because of someone irrelevant."

you break down mid-bite — the accidental post, the insecurity, how you thought he wouldn't see. he listens without interrupting, arms crossed.

when you're done he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose.

"you're an idiot." softens immediately after. "but you're my idiot." corny ahh mf

he reaches across, tucks hair behind your ear. "i don't care about skinny. i care about you being healthy enough to keep up with me. on the pitch, in bed, in life."

he stays the night. feeds you the last bites himself.

in the morning he posts one story (rare for him): a photo of two empty plates and your hand in his, captioned simply "her."

no explanation. fans lose their minds. message received.

bunny iglesias

bunny's chilling after training when his phone pings — a mutual follower dms the screenshot with "bro your girl ok??"

he reads it once. twice. then bolts upright.

next thing you know your door's banging. you open to bunny in full kit still, hair sweaty, eyes wide and frantic.

"¿que cojones es esto?" (what the fuck is this?)

he holds up his phone, so baffled that his voice keeps switching between spanish and english. "starve? tomorrow? over a friend? mi amor, no."

he's on you in seconds — picks you up bridal-style, carries you to the couch like you weigh nothing (he's 191cm of pure muscle after all!)

"no. no no no." he sets you down gently but doesn't let go, cradles your face. "you think you're not enough? for me? poor ol' me?"

he presses kisses all over your face — forehead, cheeks, nose, lips — rapid-fire.

he pulls out his phone, films a quick video (in spanish at first, switches to english): "escuchen, todos — my girlfriend is perfect. if you make her feel less, we have problems. gracias." posts it publicly. EMBARRASSING AHH MF

then spends the night cooking paella from scratch ("real food, not starving food"), feeding you bites, whispering in your ear how beautiful you are, how lucky he is.

by morning he's got you laughing again — and a promise

NAHH WHYS THIS SO ASS

you mumble sleepily into the air, "how was practice?"

"mhm, okay." his voice is muffled, sinking deeper into your skin. "how was your day?"

"nothing special." your eyes flutter shut as he pushes your hair to one side and kisses the warm skin at the back of your throat. his kisses are chaste — soft and lingering. one of his palms rubs up and down the curve of your waist, trailing down to your thighs. mindlessly, he's bunching up fabric of your shorts high up to the juncture of your thighs. he kneads the exposed skin, still mumbling sleepily, "missed me today?"

"always." you inhale sharply as his palms wander from your thighs to your hips and back to your inner thighs. he kneads the sensitive skin there, still kissing your throat and jaw so intimately. you feel his shorts rustle behind you, his fumbles with the waistband before quickly letting his erection free. parting your plush thighs, he sandwiches his length in between. his voice comes breathy, "ah, did you meet that deadline?"

you feel him moving behind you, sliding his warm cock in and out between your legs, nudging your clothed sex with lazy strokes. his palm travels up your sleep shirt and sneaks under it to tug on your nipple. you moan lazily, nodding, "mhm. the boss approved my idea."

"attagirl, knew you could— hah— do it." his voice trembles as his pelvis snaps into your quicker. his skin smacks against yours and you tighten your thighs around his length to squeeze him tighter. he groans, "god, you feel so fucking warm, baby."

"yeah?" you're whispering into the air, grinding back into him, "feels good, 'ichi?"

"'sgood." he sighs into the crook of your neck, "could spend a fuckin' lifetime like this, baby."

"what?" you laugh softly, shaking against him, "fucking my thighs?"

he grins against your skin, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling your closer. his breath tickles you as he laughs, "yeah, fucking your thighs like this." he kisses your pulse, squeezing your tits again, "you and me like this. just like this. i'd give up everything to be spend my entire life— fuck." he snaps his hips faster, more animalistic, whining into you with a broken gasp. "exactly like this."

a cashmere smile tugs at your lips, stretching it wide, "even football?"

he bites your neck lazily, his voice breathy and trembling, "e-even football."

his palm interlaces against your own, he licks the spot he bit and increases his pace. his eyes flutter shut and his breath falters as his orgasm approaches. when he cums, his load spills in between your thighs and wets your shorts. he smiles behind you, sheepish, "s-sorry 'bout the mess."

you sigh, blissfully closing your eyes, "i'm tired, ichi."

he lifts his face up to kiss your temple, "i know, baby. me too. let me just quickly clean you off."

you hold his palm in yours tighter, shaking your head and snuggling against his chest deeper, "'s fine. we'd deal with it tomorrow. just stay like this. it's comfy."

he smiles, patting your head twice, "alright. g'night baby. i love you."

you smile back, "love you too, 'ichi."

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★ player 02: rin itoshi!

you're deep into slumber by the time rin itoshi is back from his practice. you vaguely make out the sound of your shared apartment door closing shut, the sound of the shower turning on and the microwave beeping as he reheated his dinner. afterwards, came silence. you almost drift back to sleep by the time rin makes it back to your shared bedroom.

climbing into your bed with nothing but a pair of flimsy sports shorts, you feel the duvet lift up your body and rin slip in. he curls up against you, circling his strong biceps around your stomach and laying his head on top of it. you never get it, why your boyfriend behaves more like a cat than a human being at night. he always claims your stomach was the softest place to rest.

half-asleep and mumbling, you sift your fingers through his hair, "hey, baby."

"hm, hey." rin kisses your stomach, with one of his palms tracing over your stretchmarks. you massage his scalp, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, "how was practice?"

"lukewarm." he rests his cheek on your skin, still tracing patterns with his fingertips. you hear the pinch in his voice. "isagi pissed me off."

"awh?" your words are thick with sleep, "what did he say?"

"nothing i wanna talk about." rin huffs, kissing your skin again. his kisses trail upwards from your navel, lining up and up and up till he was lifting the hem of your tshirt and kissing there. he kisses up your rib cage and under your boobs.

you moan softly, "rin...?"

"need to blow off some steam." he mumbles against your skin, already trailing his lips to the fullness of your chest. his weight settles over you comfortably as his lips circled one of your nipples. he sucked, soft and slow.

"mhm—" you hum, closing your eyes at the warm feeling of his lips against your risen peaks. "feels 'sgood."

rin places kitten licks across your chest, whining into your skin as he alternates between one boob and the other. your hands massage his scalp, "rin, baby— mhm. fuck."

"so fuckin' sweet." he cries against your skin, his pelvis circles yours, his half-hard dick rubbing against your clothed pussy as he sucks on your nipples. his bulge rubs against you and the friction of the motion makes your moan lazily. you bite down your lip, bucking your hips into his erection. he keeps doing as he is, fucking you shallowly and sucking your puffy, sensitive nipples into his warm mouth. he whines, "nghh— i... fuck... you're so soft."

you fall asleep somewhere between the warm feeling of his tongue lapping against your skin, and when you wake up in the middle of the night, you find him deep asleep, with his mouth still lazily pressed against your boobs. you stroke his cheek, "g'night, rinnie. i love you."

he shifts against your chest, tightening his hold against your body as he snuggles into you. his voice is raspy as he pulls up the duvet higher against you two, "mhm. love you too."

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★ player 03: sae itoshi!

sae itoshi is already asleep by the time you're back from work. he cracks open an eye as the rustling of the bedsheet. on instinct, he opens his arms up, inviting you into his embrace. you settle over him with a long sigh, nustling your cheek against his chest and mumbling, "you asleep?"

"hm." he's humming half-heartedly, already off to sleep. his palm rubs up and down your body in a comforting rhythm, low voice coming cracked and unused, "had dinner?"

you giggle against him, the sound reverberating against his chest, "yes." carefully, your hands slip under his shirt. sae lets out a big sigh, "what're... you upto now..?"

before he can fully protest, you're stroking his soft skin and trailing your palm down his body. slipping under his waistband, you paw at his half-erect cock. he shudders at the feeling of your hand tighten around his tip, "hah- you... love."

you're shushing him, "let me. please." blinking up your eyes to look at his face. his eyes are shut, long lashes fanning across his cheeks as the heat swims across his cheekbones. his bottom lip trembles slightly, shoulders slumping into the pillow in surrender, "okay."

your wrist flicks up and down, tugging along his sensitive cock in a steady rhythm that has sae bucking his hips up into your firm grasp. his cheeks pink, adam's apple jumping, and bottom lip cherry-red as he holds in the wayward moans tumbling out, "f-fuuck. you're so... god, so soft."

you laugh airily as you quicken your pace, tightening your grip around his tip to coax an orgasm out of him, just to stop it before he can tip over the edge.

sae laughs at the sudden obstruction, his eyes clenching shut. his words are thick with sleep, "stop playing, babe."

"whaaaat." you're dragging your palm up and down again, resuming that cruel rhythm that has him unraveling again. his thighs clench under you, his jaw ticks, and you see his hands fist the comforter. a low groan kisses your ears, "fuck. i- so close." he mumbles.

"does it feel good?" you ask, lifting your face upto his and slotting your lips against his in a chaste kiss. he exhales into you, shuddering, "y-yeah. always does."

you giggle at his earnest response, "is my hand better than yours—?"

he cracks open one eye, "i wouldn't go as far to say that."

and you're thumbing his tip at the response, pouting, "really? should I stop then—?"

a needy whine rips out of sae itoshi, something that is quick and primal, "no. fuck— no. keep going."

though you pout, you flick your wrists faster. your palm squeezes against the veins and ridges so well, and his pre coats his length, acting as a lubricant. you quickly up and down, and up and down, and up and down—

"fuuuck." sae breaths heavily, his thighs trembling as a pool of white flows down his tip in spontaneous spurts and pools at his base. you feel his cock twitch under you, spluttering out more and more till you're grinning, "you okay, babe?"

sae finally flutters opens his eyes, giving you a resigned look, "you know, I'll have to wash the sheets and comforter now."

"tch." you roll your eyes, bringing up your own palm to your mouth and licking leisurely, "live a little, itoshi."

"tch." he bites back with an attitude, "i forget you're a dirty girl." he sighs, "now help me change the sheets."

you stick your tongue out, "you're no fun."

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★player 04: oliver aiku!

by the time oliver aiku has entered your shared apartment, you have already carefully tucked your vibrator back to the bedside table. it's not like your boyfriend was insecure of a bunch of toys, no it was more that he would make fun of you for the rest of your days for how needy you were, couldn't even wait for him.

so, by the time he has taken a shower and slipped inside your bed, you pretend to be asleep.

"hey, ma." his voice is gentle, pulling you into him by his beefy arms. he nuzzles his face into your neck and you're overwhelmed by the smell of his bodywash. you mumble, "you smell nice."

"awh, thanks doll." he presses a kiss to your cheek, "how was your day?"

"was okay..." you trail off. he presses another soft kiss, "what were you doing before i came?"

"just sleepin'." you lie through your teeth, fixing your face into his chest to avoid his gaze.

"hm?" he leisurely hums, "my girl's sleepy?" you nod, but aiku's already grinning, "it's just I happened to get a notification on my app. about that vibrator of yours? the one that can operated from my phone?"

your eyes blow open but you don't meet his eyes, "must have been a glitch...?"

"ah?" but he's already sinking his doughy fingertips past your shorts and teasing your slit, gathering your slick into his fingertips. you jolt at the feeling of his fingers against your overstimulated pussy. "is your cute cunt lying to me then, ma?"

in a moment, he's slotting one of his muscular thighs between your legs, "if you were so needy, should have told me."

"aiku..." you mumble, feeling him nudge the muscle in between the folds. he rocks you softly against his leg, "go on, get yourself off. i know you want to."

and so, you're lazily humping his thighs, burying your face into his chest and looping your arms around him in a hug. he lets you use him, let's you rock yourself against him until your breath is stuttering and you're holding himself tighter, "f-fuck... baby 'm gonna— gonna cum."

"yeah," he grins, "attagirl. c'mon."

your body jerks against him, panties and shorts soaking through as your essence rubs against his thighs. once you've calm down, oliver presses a kiss to your temple, "needy girl. should have just waited for me, huh?"

and you know he's gonna tease you about this endlessly from tomorrow onwards, but for now, he's removing his slotted leg from between you and pulling you into a hug, "c'mon, go to sleep, doll. must be tired."

"mhm. goodnight, aiku."

"g'night, doll."

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★player 05: michael kaiser!

your boyfriend claims he can't sleep until he has you in his arms, till he can feel your soft breath fall in line with yours, so, you often find michael kaiser staying up till you're back from work.

so it was a surprise to come back from your staff dinner and find him already asleep. once you had cleaned yourself up, you slipped into your bed as silently as possible, afraid to wake him up.

but it was no use, as soon as your body weight dipped the mattress, kaiser was cracking open an eye, beckoning you over, "you're back, schatz?"

"mhm." you lay next to him, positioning yourself a bit higher so he can cuddle into you as the little spoon, "go to sleep, micha. i'm right here."

kaiser presses his face into the swell of your chest, inhaling, "missed you s'much."

you run your hands through his hair, "me too, micha—...?" your voice trails off, soft and caught off-guard as you feel kaiser press his erection against your body. he whines, "talk to me 'bout your day. please."

"oh, well..." you feel his hip rut against your soft body in desperate lurches. you massage his scalp, closing your eyes to recall your day. "you know nicole? the one from marketing? yeah, she was being very weird at the dinner. i think it's because she broke up with her boyfriend, ryan. that's the guy that works in HR."

kaiser let's out a shaky exhale, his hips catching their lace quicker against your body, "y-yeah? and?"

you feel his body grow more desperate, his hips fastening to catch the friction from your body against his. he presses his face further into your tits, breathing hard against the swell of your chest. "and, then alex asked her what was going on and she said nothing."

"y-yeah?" he barely manages, his voice coming muffled against your chest, "how... how weird."

"uh-huh." you nod along, feeling his hips falter and grow irregular. his breathing grows harder, and the pants are all you two can hear in the room. you ask, gently, "are you gonna cum, micha?"

he nods, feverish, "y-yeah. keep talking— ah, keep talking. please. need to hear you—!"

your gentle voice lulls him into a sense of security, "y'know, i missed you so much today. kept thinking about you the entire time through dinner—"

"f-fuck, really?" he's licking your pert nipple through your shirt, latching his lips around you as he keeps rutting like an animal in heat. you coo, "yes, baby."

and before you know it, he's groaning into your tshirt and soiling his pants with a thick load of his cum. you feel the wet patch blossom against his sleep shorts as he shudders and nudges his face into you. a sigh escapes him, "t-thanks."

you sift your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his head, "what for? go change and then, we can sleep."

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★player 06: nagi seishiro!

it takes your boyfriend approximately 1.5 minutes to be fully asleep. you haven't even turned around to give him one last kiss before he's snoring. tonight, however, things are different.

you expect nagi seishiro to come back from a late night practice, refuse to even shower before he's kicking off his shoes and plopping down on the bed, next to you. instead, nagi comes and makes his way to shower after a quick greeting. you wait in bed and soon enough, your boyfriend is climbing in behind you, freshly showered and completely shirtless.

he wraps his big, burly arms around your waist, rubbing your soft skin with his hard muscles as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. you sigh, breath slow, "how was your day, baby?"

"mhm." is all you get from his side before he's sinking his face deeper into your neck and biting. "sei—?" you lose your voice as one of his hands pulls down your shorts by the hem. he takes them off your legs, picking one of your thighs higher as he tugs down his own shorts. the entire time he face stays buried against the neck. you feel his hot breath on your pulse, "need you."

you jut your ass back into him, giving him quick access as he guides his cockhead into your hole. it's hard for his length to bury within you without any prep, so, he goes slow. with every inch in, nagi's breath quickens. you yelp and pushes your face to the pillow, stuffing your mouth full with the fabric to quieten you. he groans, "sorry, sorry. can't wait today. sorry."

he opens your thighs wider, rutting in slow circles to ease his cock inside your pussy. you mewl into the pillow and once nagi is buried to the hilt, he stalls. you pant into the familiar fabric, "m-move, sei—?"

"no." he kisses your neck, "wanna stay like this. jus' like this."

you bite back lazily, "how fuckin' lazy."

he kisses your jaw next and you feel him smile against your skin, "not lazy. your pussy feels so good like this. don't wanna move."

and so, nagi seishiro falls asleep with his length stiff stuffing your warm orifice. in the middle of the night, your sleep is interrupted by the feeling of something filling you up again. he mumbles from behind you, words heavy with sleep, "slipped out accidentally. just slipping back in. go back to sleep, baby."

you mumble, "goodnight, sei."

"mhm. night."

a.n: not my usual hardcore smut. not proofread. enjoy the filth. that being said, i have no idea what I want my usual roster to be for bllk. any characters you guys wanna particularly see? old m.list | new m.list