confrontation? you weren't a fan of it and well, it wasn't normally a problem.
until you got with your boyfriend.
your boyfriend of a few years—who's usually gone because of work—barely had time for you anymore because he'd usually be doing missions, and every time he'd get home, your shared bed was his first destination; that made you upset!
it's been nearly half an hour since your boyfriend got home, and to no surprise, he was already curling up in bed while you went to fix him dinner. except you weren't going to do that today.
you stood in the doorframe, barely registering your harsh words before they started to roll off your tongue. you weren't even sure if he was awake, but you didn't care. holding in those words for years made it all come out nasty; your words full of resentment.
once you were done, you started to regret speaking up when he didn't respond, and you were about to go back to the kitchen, until your boyfriend unexpectedly got up and hugged you from behind.
and now that's how you're here, your boyfriend caging you in a brutal mating press, cock buried in you to the hilt as he litters sweet words into your ears.
"im sorry, angel—fuck, you mean so much to me," he groans into his words, balls slapping your puffy cunt as he picks up the speed. he kisses your forehead, the gesture soft and sweet, a huge contrast to the way he was fucking into you right now.
"haaah—baby, please! ugghh, slowww dowwwn..." you felt like you were going to pass out. he was buried so deep in you that it was nauseating. you cover your eyes in an attempt to regain some consciousness, but every time his hips grinded into you, deep and rushed, you couldn't even if you tried.
there was desperation laced with every movement of his body. he grips your thighs to keep you from moving from him, determined to show you that he's sorry. "look at me, please. don't hide from me, im sorry," he pants, voice rough and raw as he removes your hand from your face, pinning it to the bed beside you.
you try to tell him something—something about how you can't take it anymore and that you forgive him, how he's going too fast, how you just want him to stop, how you need to cum all at the same time, and he laughs, a genuine one. "missed your sweet whines, doll... y'look so fuckin' pretty like this."
his hair is stuck to his forehead, sweat dripping onto your skin as he keeps his harsh pace, desperate words turned dirty. "nnnh...ahhh—m'gonna cummm!!" you try to warn, pussy stretched open and wet, desperate for more.
"yeah, yeah, make a mess all over my cock," he grits through his teeth, needing you to cum first before he stuffs your hole full.
and so you do, your walls flutter and clench around his dick as waves of pleasure fill your body. your boyfriend nearly shoots his load into your pussy right then and there, but he holds on, fucking you harshly through your orgasm before stopping.
"im not done. not stopping till i make it up to you." he murmurs, nose brushing yours, eyes pouring into your half-closed ones before he thrusts back into you.
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your boyfriend gets pretty clingy when you’re on his lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. he’s unlike those guys who prefer to lean back, arms behind their head as they watch their lover do all the work. instead, he prefers to wrap his arms around your waist, holding your body close against his, just so he can feel the way you’re shaking from how good it feels.
“feels good?” he murmurs. he’s not exactly asking, since he already knows the answer. he can feel it just from the way your body keeps tightening around him, clenching with every slow bounce, alongside that dumb, fucked out expression you have on your face. “so warm around me, baby… keep going, yeah? jus’ like that…”
your thighs are trembling, struggling to keep up with the rhythm, but it doesn’t matter, not with the way he’s whispering things to you right against your ear, causing you to collapse onto his chest as you desperately try to lift yourself up and down. he’s not even thrusting up, just holding you there and letting you use him to your heart’s content.
“mm—‘s too much,” you whimper into his shoulder, burying your face there as your pace falters. but his hands slide to your hips, guiding them again. “no it’s not,” he mumbles, lips brushing your ear. “you can take it. you always do. look how good you’re doing for me.”
when you let out another shaky moan and sink fully onto him, he hugs you tighter, arms locked around you like he needs you to breathe. he loves this position, because he gets to be so close to you, never having to let go.
"stay right here," he sighs, burying his nose in your hair, breath ragged. "don’t go anywhere… not till i finish inside you, ‘kay?"
how their canon fetishes will affect your sex life - part 1
꒰ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 — 𝐚𝐬𝐬 ꒱
not even subtle. he’s an ass man through and through. spanking, grabbing, spreading you wide. he gets off on how you jiggle for him. loves fucking you while staring at the way your ass bounces against him, groaning into your shoulder. eating you out from behind is a must, his face buried between your cheeks while you fall apart.
꒰ 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 ꒱
thigh worshipper, no question. he loves sitting between your legs, kissing and biting up your thighs until you’re trembling. obsessed with thigh-riding, watching you grind against him until you’re breathless while he just holds your hips steady. sometimes he’ll slip his cock between them, fucking your thighs and moaning against your skin until he spills all over them.
꒰ 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 — 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ꒱
completely feral for eye contact. he’ll hold your face still, pupils blown wide, whispering, “look at me, don’t look away.” cums harder when you’re teary-eyed from overstimulation, moaning because he can see everything. his favorite position is you on top, your eyes locked with his as you ride him. he falls apart under that gaze.
꒰ 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 — 𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 ꒱
he’s addicted to kissing and biting the back of your neck while he takes you from behind. loves pinning you under him, mouth pressed against that sensitive spot until you’re arching back into him. when he’s feeling tender, he’ll rest his forehead against your nape, murmuring praise into your skin as he fills you.
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?”
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starring — shoei barou, kunigami rensuke, noel noa, ryusei shidou, sae itoshi, sendou shuto
content + warnings — smau. crack. kunigami says good evening at 11pm cus he's secretly a vampire . — how would the bllk boys slide into the reader's dms pt III
an — now... i know this wasnt the option that won on my last poll but i still dont have good ideas for the smau that won 😭 but u guys gave me so many characters you wanted for this smaus part 3 that it made it easier to get ideas...so can u guys give me characters to add on my "things bllk guys post on ig to impress reader" smau? tyy 😇 <3 edit: tumblr ty for chewing tf out the quality of my pictures <3 luv u
part I (Bunny Iglesias, Vivian Hugo, Alexis Ness, Oliver Aiku, Chigiri Hyoma, Reo Mikage)
part II (Michael Kaiser, Otoya Eita, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru, Karasu Tabito, Chris Prince)
bllk x gn!reader ft. rin, sae, kaiser, kunigami, barou, bachira, aiku
aabi's note: can u tell i hardly know shit abt soccer LOL. it's so hilarious too when u know i keep up w/ daily soccer news and im a huge barca fan. </3 you can find this request here.
synopsis: after a significant win, they ignore the cheerful crowd loudly chanting their name and the overwhelming interviews, running towards you instead.
𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.
everyone's attention is on rin, watchful and attentive. people are split into two―some praying he wins, others praying for his down fall.
with this final goal ― his final goal ― the results of the match would be determined.
the pressure was agonizing, mentally tormenting rin. his clear, intent goal to score was blurred because of all the high levels of energy and loud comments bubbling around him.
"tch," he muttered under his breath. "annoying."
sweating and staring anxiously at him ahead was the other team's goalkeeper. all rin had to ensure was the ball under his feet would swerve past the goalkeeper and make it into the net.
you stood in the vip area, hands nervously clenching around the cool, metal railing. the stadium was deafening, people screaming rin's name. at this moment, he was the only one who mattered in the world.
you blinked for only a split second and when you opened your eyes, cameras flashed so brightly the soccer field below was painted white.
rin scored.
the whistle blew, indicating the end of the match. his team won, with a score of 3-2.
reporters pushed against the barricades trying to reach him first after the game-winning goal. fans screamed so loudly, it'd be a surprise if your ears weren't bleeding.
rin shoved past teammates calling for him, ignored the microphones being shoved into his face, and sprinted straight toward the stands. his eyes searched the crowd with frightening precision until they landed on you.
"mr. rin, please one comment―"
rin ignored the reporters, climbing over the barrier. fans reached for him and security chased after him, but he didn't stop once.
once he reached you, rin cupped your cheeks.
"you were watching, right?" he asked breathlessly, teal eyes darting all across your face. his tone was desperate despite the stoic exterior he always forced onto himself.
you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "everyone was watching, rin."
"so?" rin scoffed. he pressed his forehead against yours. "i only care if you were watching."
behind rin, the stadium kept roaring, voices praising him. yet rin only listened to yours.
𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.
sae grew up with fame. he was used to the loud crowds, flashing cameras, and pressurizing reporters relentlessly begging him for even a single word.
so after the final long whistle from the referee, sae handled the immediate swarm of reporters wanting to discuss his flawless performance with his usual detached demeanor.
"sae, what did you think of the final play?"
"do you think this victory secures re al a―"
sae locked eyes with you near the tunnel entrance ― where he knew you were waiting for him the entire time ― and his composure cracked.
his steps got quicker and the reporters scrambled behind him, confused but still determined to get him to answer their questions.
"aren't you supposed to be doing those interviews?" you asked as sae approached you. looking behind him, you winced at all the desperate reporters looking at him as if he was food and water.
"they can wait."
sae stopped right in front of you, eyes softer than they ever were on the field.
"let's go out. my treat."
"but you won." you playfully raised an eyebrow. "shouldn't i be the one treating you?"
"no," sae muttered, leaving no room for argument. without caring about the cameras pointed directly at you two, he took your hand and intertwined your fingers together. "let's get out of here."
the reporters' jaws dropped at the juicy sight unfolding (and disappearing) right in front of their eyes. they couldn't talk to sae directly, but at least there would be new headlines about him by tonight.
𝄞𝄢 micheal kaiser.
"kaiser over here! notice me!!!"
"kaiser can i get one photo!"
"can we get a statement about your goal?"
everyone in the stadium was worshipping kaiser, even fans from the opposing team. his talented performance from the match earlier ― resulting in an expected win ― left everyone admiring him.
kaiser loved the attention―he lived for the attention.
but he was only craving one person's attention right now, even if it was just a glance. he could care less about everyone else surrounding him.
the second kaiser caught you standing near the edge of the field, his entire expression brightened.
"found you, liebe."
kaiser jogged right past the reporters, grinning while the media erupted behind him. you barely had time to react before he dramatically dropped to his knees right in front of you.
"did my goals impress you liebling?"
you rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile.
"i guess."
"i guess???" kaiser furrowed his eyebrows, clutching his chest theatrically. "you are so cruel! those goals were specifically for you."
behind you two, the reporters and kaiser's teammates laughed. the cameras captured everything, displaying the interaction between you two on the big screens in the stadium.
"you always say that every match!" you scoffed.
kaiser stood up, wrapped an arm around your waist possessively, and flashed the cameras a smirk.
"and i mean it every time."
𝄞𝄢 kunigami rensuke. (post wc)
the reporters whispered amongst themselves, unsure of whether or not to approach the infamous kunigami.
he had just scored the winning goal of the match earlier, securing his soccer club the famous championship everyone loved worldwide.
but because of his interesting reputation, the reporters were hesitant to approach him.
as he walked by them, sweat clung to his skin, chest rising heavily. his exhaustion was evident.
"let's just talk to him," a reporter hushed to their co-worker.
the reporters began crowding around him, hands tugging him towards interviews.
he ignored them, pushing their hands off his body. he already had a person to talk to in mind.
you were patiently waiting in the front row of the bleachers, watching kunigami as he slowly approached you. his auburn eyes were on you too, gaze sharp and indifferent as usual.
"you waited the entire match," kunigami uttered as soon as he reached you.
"obviously!"
his shoulders relaxed at your voice, tension melting from his body little by little.
"you were amazing, ren," you whispered, placing a hand on his bicep.
as the words slowly processed in his mind, kunigami stared at you. his expression was slightly conflicted, as if he was trying to understand whether those words that came out of your mouth were real or just his imagination playing tricks on him.
after a couple of seconds, it clocked to kunigami that you actually spoke and that your words were genuine, spoken truly from your heart.
kunigami's lips broke into a smile—small, rare, and sincere.
𝄞𝄢 barou shoei.
barou smirked arrogantly as reporters chased after him.
just a while ago, the king scored three goals, helping his team win yet another match. of course his ego was incredibly boosted and the stadium chanting his name only fed his ego further.
the moment barou spotted you in the crowd, something in his tyrannical behavior changed direction instantly.
barou shoved a microphone away with an irritated click of his tongue.
"move."
"barou-san! one interview please—"
"i said move."
people parted instinctively as he strode toward you with the same overwhelming presence he carried practically anywhere and everywhere.
you crossed your arms teasingly. "ignoring your fans i see," you called out as he approached.
"i'm focusing on what's more important right now."
he stopped directly in front of you, towering over you slightly before firmly grabbing your chin.
"you saw who ruled this field, yeah?"
"o'course i did, king."
barou's chest swelled with some unnameable feeling. your attention was far more sufficient enough than admiration from his millions of fans all over the world.
𝄞𝄢 bachira meguru.
"another playful and frisky win executed by none other than barcha's star player, bachira!"
fans screamed his name endlessly while teammates celebrated around him. bachira looked radiant after helping his team win another match.
despite all the attention he was receiving, bachira felt as if something — no, someone — was missing.
he enthusiastically gushed over the match with his teammates, but his eyes were darting all over the place, desperately seeking out someone.
the second bachira spotted you near the railing, his entire face lit up brighter than the stadium lights.
"there you are!"
he immediately bolted towards you, ditching his teammates and ignoring someone attempting to pull him into an interview.
"bachira! media first!"
"nope!"
you barely managed to greet him before he tackled you into a hug, practically knocking the air out of your lungs.
"meguru!" you squealed, wrapping your arms around his frame. he was drenched in sweat, but that didn't matter.
"we won!" he grinned, yellow orbs sparkling. "did you see my pass? did you see my goal? did you see it? did you?"
"i did! i was watching you the whole time. you almost gave me five heart attacks!"
"that means i did good!"
"when are you not doing good in soccer?" you cooed.
bachira giggled—his laughter infectious, warm and carefree. you giggled along with him. he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours.
"it's really fun when you watch me play. i hope you always will."
𝄞𝄢 oliver aiku.
growing up with everyone praising his soccer skills and then landing a career in japan's u-20 team, aiku handled fame naturally.
today was just another day dealing with excessive attention from fans and reporters adamant to hear even a sentence from his mouth.
he performed exceptionally well in another match, leading to a beautiful win that fans and his team were craving.
aiku waved at fans easily, flashed cameras his charismatic smile, and answered endless questions with ease.
he glanced away from a reporter, only to spot you behind a crowd, watching him with a big smile. the second he noticed you, aiku's attention shifted.
"excuse me for a sec," he told the reporters casually. "i'll be back soon."
aiku knew he wouldn't return, not when you were there waiting for him with that pretty smile he loved so dearly.
you laughed as he walked over and pulled you somewhere more secluded.
"are you serious? you're gonna get yelled at later."
"so what?" aiku stepped in front of you, grinning, though his eyes carried something softer underneath. "it's worth it if i can be with you."
"tough game?"
"you have no idea."
aiku pulled you into his arms and buried his face into your hair, inhaling the faint, lingering smell of your shampoo.
"this feels way better than any win," he whispered.
