you stirred slowly out of your sleep from wet, slick sounds pumping into your ears. you were laying on your stomach, having to straighten up and slightly look over your shoulder to see . . .
you tried blinking open your eyes more to clear your bleary vision, seeing rin’s figure hovering over top of your legs. and he was . . . you couldn’t yet make out what he was doing.
“hah. . . ah. . . mmnn. . .” rin shuddered mouse-quiet whimpers that accompanied the consistent wet sounds.
and now you figured it out.
“r—rin?” you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep.
rin immediately stilled, a tiny hiccup halting his desperate pants. his eyes, which were slightly wet from a flustered heat, widened slightly.
“you’re awake— i wasn—”
“are you jerking off on me?” you interrupted him.
“m’sorry,” he whimpered, tugging his pants up. “i—i was just— m’not trying to be weird i swear—”
you let your upper body once again collapse on the bed, feeling too exhausted to even stop him. or maybe it was the fact you were actually turned on at how pathetic he seemed right now.
“whatever,” you murmured into the pillow, already closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep. “just don’t wake me.”
rin let out a shaky exhale. he pulled his pants slightly down again — though a little hesitant. however, he was super horny. he couldn’t help but give in to the feeling. seeing your body laid out like this; in shorts that make rin struggle to look anywhere else and a tank top that you put far too much trust in — it made blood rush to his dick fast.
he leaned forward a bit, his arm stretching out to rest his hand on the mattress near your torso to steady himself. his free hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, pumping up and down at a fast pace.
in a desperate attempt for more sensation, he pressed his sticky and red tip into the cleft of your ass, a whining groan escaping his spit-glossed lips as he did so. he began rubbing himself against you, swallowing back his weak moans. the faster he got, the more he trembled. both from the overheating pleasure and the fear of waking you up again.
his panting got shallower as he neared his release. he sucked back on saliva that almost dripped from his parted messy lips as his pace slightly quickened again.
“g’nna. . . c—cu— a. . .ahh. . .” he whined, his dick beginning to shoot sticky, warm ropes of cum onto the fabric of your shorts.
his hand pumped along his base more as he kept splurting out more cum, his thighs shaking from the stimulation gradually getting more and more intense.
“mmmmnn. . .” he mumbled shakily, finally pulling his hand away and pulling his pants back up.
he slowly set himself back at your side, his face sweaty and flushed from his orgasm and the energy it took to stay quiet for you.
he just couldn’t have waited. waking up in the middle of the night, feeling restless from how horny he was — seeing your sleeping frame didn’t make anything better. so he had to give himself a release somehow!
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IN WHICH the blue lock boys are having a hard time on holding their cum in once they’ve noticed you’re not on the pills and they’ve ran out of cndoms — treading closer and closer into cumming inside of you! but don’t worry — they can solve it.. I think.
featuring ─ I.Y, R.I, B.M, C.H x fem! reader
** warnings . fem! reader, all aged up characters, unprotected sex [don’t try this at home], not proofread. Isagi ; slight degradation, mentions of cum eating, his obsession w thighs ofc rin ; hair pulling, edging [both], slightly mean rin meguru ; consensual picture taking, cumming on various body parts [meguru], overstimulation [reader] hyoma ; thigh riding, edging [reader], slightly mean hyoma
** notes . this is a draft so it’s quite different to how I write now I think, plus my friend helped me write isagi’s part; but nonetheless, hope u guys like this as a filler while I continue another jjk fic .. my reqs are open, so feel free to req smth or just talk :) (as usual, reblogs very much appreciated !)
— ໒ ; be warned ! smut below the cut.
˓ — ISAGI YOICHI
the type who loves to cum inside your warm cunt more than anything, but he supposes he can settle on your thighs just this once — and plus, he doesn’t mind licking the mess off of you like the good boyfriend he is!
“you’re not on the pill?”
he’s trying so hard to sound mad, to look irritated and annoyed on how you didn’t buy a new bottle after you ran out, especially since you know that this was going to happen — but the way your walls were clinging onto his pale shaft was making it so hard, harder than he had initially thought.
his eyebrows furrow together, lips parted in ecstasy as his hips stutter slightly. his grip on your hips grew tighter, tight enough to leave burning red marks which surely will make itself comfortable as claiming your hips as home for the next few days.
“fuck. y-you should’ve — ah , told me —” he grunts, and he’s finding it hard to put his hips to a halt from plummeting inside of you from the back.
He looks mad, with the furrowed brows and darkened eyes, but the shakiness in his voice and the tremble of his bottom lip as he throws his head back with a groan that came straight out of a pornographic movie is telling you that he actually couldn’t bring himself to be mad.
not with the way you were pressed up against him, that is.
“c-can’t you just — unh, pull out and slip a condom on or sumthin—?”
and he almost laughed, laughed at your words if it wasn’t the way you looked up at him so sweetly through your shoulder, eyes glossy and wide — arching your back oh so deliciously for him with that stupidly innocent look on your face.
you fucking minx.
“hah — easier said than done, baby.”
how could he pull out when you were gripping onto his twitching cock so tightly, warming it good enough to send shudders throughout his entire body.
saliva coated lips make contact with your shoulder, canines sinking into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His pupils dilate, the scent of your shampoo and lotion and the light taste of sweat on your body making him moan, moan — his dick twitching inside of you. you were a fucking sex pollen to him and you knew it.
He can’t find it in himself to stop pounding into you, the thought of him cumming inside of you and possibly getting you pregnant making his hips move faster — meaner. You were too addicting, you had a chokehold on him and the sweet whimpers and moans escaping your throat only adds more fuel to the already large, suffocating fire.
“y-you know,” he grunts, chest heaving with each needed breath he takes, his mean hips finally coming to a stop as he speaks, leaning your cunt needy and pulsating, “I’m startin’ to think that you actually want me to cum inside.”
the whine that bubbles from your chest makes a wolffish grin tug the corners of his lips, watching the way your half lidded eyes focus slowly on his dark blue ones.
“w-what? ichi — th-that’s not wh.. hngh!”
he cuts off your words, burying himself as deep as he could inside of you — slender fingers pressing down on the bulge of his needy cock on your stomach, watching the way your eyes rolled back and back arched further, ass hitting against his pelvis.
“c’mooon. really?” he drawls out, tilting his head to the side slightly, “I’ve reminded y’to buy a new bottle already. and I know damn well you wouldn’t have forgotten — unless you really wanted to be filled with my babies, ha? all swollen and full.”
He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, picking the pace back up — relishing in the way the tears stream down your cheeks as you body jolts forwards from the impact, a loud moan ripping out of your throat.
Surely, he’s got to have some personality disorder. The once sweet, innocent yoichi was now a mean, unforgiving one — toying with you as he flips you onto your back now, his ears picking up on the way you squeak at the sudden change of position.
And he swears he could feel your gummy walls clench tighter around him at the thought of you full with his children, making him grunt softly — fingers digging deeper into your hips.
“oh? so I’m right, aren’t I?” he mused, the already large shit eating grin on his face growing larger, if that was even possible.
“s-shut up— I’m c-cumming,” your fingers move onto his biceps, nails digging into them as a desperate attempt to ground yourself. meanwhile his hands find solace onto your soft thighs, pinning them down against the navy silk sheets of his bed.
“yeah? a-are you now?” his eyes narrowed slightly, teeth gritting together and brows furrowing as he himself is desperately trying to restrain himself from doing anything he’d regret, which would obviously busting his load into you suddenly and, perhaps, getting you pregnant with his kids.
“fuck — cum with me then,” soft pants escape his parted lips, his body chasing yours.
he could see the way you panic in your eyes. the way you desperately try to muster up your voice to tell him to stop despite knowing all attempts to tell him off would be futile, to hold his load or to pull out, and the way you were so drowned in the pleasure he was giving you that he had rendered you into a speechless little thing.
“f-fuck ! yoichi, don’t —” you gasp out, head pressing back against the soft pillows propped up behind your head, jaw hanging open from the immense euphoria.
as soon as the creamy white liquid gushes out of your sensitive ring of muscle, you could feel him swiftly pull out — and with a few jerks of his hand, he coats your thighs with his own sticky mess, head thrown back as the number one striker lets out a uncharacteristically pathetic moan.
the room washes over with silence, the sound of your and his soft pants filling the rather quiet room until you break the silence, eyes peering down at the wet spot on the sheets beneath your thighs and the sticky feeling of cum kissing your thighs.
“shit. gonna be such a mess to clean up,” you breath out, chest still heaving gently from the workout he had just made you do.
he simply grins, licking his lips.
“who says I’m not gonna help you clean up?”
and with that, he sinks down onto his knees, hands finding home onto your thighs once more.
˓ — RIN ITOSHI
the type who lets you get the consequences of not telling him — leaving you needy and on edge! after all, it’s not his fault that you forgot to tell him …
“what did you just say?”
slender digits come up to grab a fistful of your hair, hips coming to a stop as he forces your head to tilt back to look at him — chilly teal eyes lean down to peer straight at yours, his nails digging into your scalp. his grip was tight enough for it to almost be considered painful.
almost.
was he annoyed? yes. was he horny, needy, and needed desperately to cum? also yes.
“I-I’m ah — n-not on birth control ..” you managed to squeak out, shrinking under his gaze — your fingers clenching around the silk sheets of his bed, the material curling and wrinkling beneath the grip of your fingers.
you could see the way his brows furrow slightly, clicking his tongue once more in slight annoyance. he’s been edging himself and you for what, an hour now — constantly forcing your back into a deep arch so he could hit deeper and deeper into you, hitting places you never knew wlere even inside of you — listening to your pretty sounds and such pitiful begging for him to let you cum, just for you to tell him that at the very end, he won’t have the chance to cum inside of his favorite place to do so?
such bullshit, he thinks.
That doesn’t mean he can’t have any fun, though. After all, you have some compensation to make for him.
His brows soon relax slowly, and he was slight thankful he dumbed you down just enough for you to miss the small, yet sly smirk tugging the corners of his lips as he leans down, lips gently grazing your neck — moving closer and closer until his teeth reached close enough to tug your earlobe right between his teeth, warm breath tickling the skins on your hair.
“It’s okay, baby.”
His voice was condescendingly sweet, a hidden meaning laying deep down beneath his words — but gosh, how could you ever focus on his words when the cock drilling deep into you and rearranging your guts was stealing all of your focus instead?
“I’ll just hafta pull out, hm?” He bites the inside of his cheek, finding humor in the way you seem to relax at his words — forgetting that he wasn’t a man to forgive and forget so easily. His fingers leave the soft locks of your hair gently, instead, moving to the back of your head to have a firm hold of the back of your head — pushing your head against the soft pillows on his bed, muffling your whines and pretty little moans of his name as his hips slowly start to resume its steady rhythm against your ass.
You choke on your own sounds, feeling the way he pounds faster — meaner, deeper. And it was weird, because the youngest Itoshi has never went this rough on you. Drool seeps out of their corners of your lips, jaw hanging open — a wet patch of your drool forming on the Itoshi’s pillow covers.
If only you had knew, that behind the mean, pounds of his hips, would be a sinister intent to leave you needy and on edge — desperate enough for you to get down on your knees and beg.
“R-rin, cummin’, please — ” his ears perk up at your words. And as if to prove your point, he could feel the way your thighs quivered and tightened, struggling to hold yourself up properly. And amidst the lewd sounds of skin slapping mixed with the sounds of your moans, he could hear his sheets crinkling underneath your tight grip against them — nails digging into the soft mattress, your words coming up as hardly audible hiccups and whines.
“Shit, that so?” His breath hitches softly, feeling the way your walls clamp up around him. His dick twitches inside of you, and you gasp at the feeling — because you know what’s about to happen, or — what you expected to happen, at least.
“Such a needy little thing. Go on, then.”
Before you could say anything else, he pulls out, edging you once more this night, relishing the way you grunt softly in complaint as you squirm, moving your hips back to press against his pelvis, silently begging for him to put himself back in.
But instead of being met with him aligning his tip right back in, you’re met with a soft shake of his head, his left arm wrapping around your waist as he leans down, lips grazing your earlobe once more.
“ ‘m sorry, sweetheart, but I think you’re right. Think’ we should keep it just the two of us for now, hm?”
He leans back slowly after pressing a gentle kiss onto your cheek. Fuck, he could feel his blood rushing south once more at the way you pout at him — eyes watery and teary, before they eventually flutter shut from exhaustion.
Guess he’ll have to find another way to relieve himself ..
˓ — BACHIRA MEGURU
the type who’s pull out game is, weirdly.. good? Either way, he doesn’t mind settling on cumming on other parts of your body — after all, all of you is perfect in his eyes ! .. and, well — maybe also because he wants to take a few pics of you covered in his cum .. but you don’t have to know that!
“And? I really don’t see the problem here ..”
A childlike pout starts to form on his lips, tilting his head gently to the side slightly like a kid stuck on a math question written on the board — his fingers reaching up to intertwine with your own, which were pushing against his chest, trying uselessly to push him off of you — a poor attempt on trying to make distance between your cunt and his mushroom tip nudging your entrance.
“I-im not on the pill-! That’s the problem,” you huff out, your fingers squeezing his gently — blood rushing to your cheeks at the amount of personal space he has taken away from you. But he merely shrugs, a cheeky smile tugging the corners of his lips as soon as the realization hit him.
“Ah — that’s what all this was about? no biggie, trust me. I can jus’pull out!”
He seemed oddly casual about the situation, to your surprise. The playful glint in his eyes seemed to shine even brighter than the soft, silver light of the moon slipping quietly through the white curtains of your room — even brighter than whenever he would score a goal during a match. Maybe it was because this situation was no different, you’ll never know.
“I’ll take good care of ya, I promise.”
And you should’ve known better from the earlier signs of him being waay to casual for a situation like this, considering how he’d use to pout whenever you’d tell him to slip on a condom — that he had a secret intent behind the unusually sweet and understanding talk of his.
Click, click click!
His phone in his right hand, while his other hand held firmly onto your waist, holding you down against the soft bed to prevent your from squirming too much. After all, he couldn’t let you ruin his piece of art!
A satisfied grin tugs the corners of his lips, giggling at the way you use the back of your hand to cover the lower half of your face. Cute, he thinks. How you think that would stop him from taking any more pictures of you painted with his cum — cheeks flushed with your skin glistening slightly from the light sheen of sweat on your body, the creamy white liquid trailing down from your chest to your stomach makes him let out a soft groan.
“Cmon, don’t — hah, don’t get shy on me now,” he breathed out softly, continuing to gently pump in and out of you, trying to coax out another orgasm out of you to coat your already sticky thighs. His hand leaves your waist, fingers trailing up your arm, then to your wrist, and finally laces your fingers together, gently pulling your hand away from your face. A seemingly innocent smile tugs the corners of his lips, leaning down to coo intoxicatingly sweet in your ear.
“Just one more, one more. yeah baby?” His warm breath fans over the bare skin of your neck, sending a low shudder running throughout your spine.
He bottoms out slowly, before thrusting back in as deep as he could — relishing the way your back arches off the bed, head lolling back against the soft cushions of the pillows beneath your head.
Setting his phone down on the bed, he diverts his entire focus to you, and how your hands tensed, trying to ground yourself by squeezing his own hand like he was your lifeline. He grunts softly at the sharp sting of your nails digging into the outer layer of his hand, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip — a rather strange contrast to how rough we was with plummeting inside of your hole, stretching and molding the walls accordingly — marking you as his.
“B-but — hng, ‘guru - came twice already-”
He could only grunt the way you look at him so pleadingly, so lovingly - eyes glassy with tears and saliva prodding at the corners of your wet, kiss bitten lips.
“That so? Ah, well - y’know what they say,” he manages a breathy chuckle, his fingers digging a little deeper into your hip as he bottoms out, again, leaving you feeling empty and craving for it despite being oh so overstimulated already - your body shaking slightly from just how overwhelming the pleasure really is.
“Third time’s the charm.” He grins, before slamming right back into you - just like how he previously did minutes ago.
“T-thats not even how it works in this contex- mmfh!” He cuts you off simply, pressing his lips onto yours gently to swallow and muffle all of your noises. After all, he’s received a noise complaint once from the grumpy neighbor next door - probably just jealous that he can’t ever get someone as good as you, he thinks - but he’d rather not get another one even though he really does want him, or the whole apartment complex for that matter, to hear who’s making you feel good.
He licks your bottom lip, his smile growing wider at the gasp you let out, easily taking it as the opportunity to slip his tongue right in. He presses his tongue against yours, and your head is all fuzzy and dizzy - unsure on if it was his dick inside of you that was making you cum again, or if it was the way his tongue seemed to press and prod against yours that was making you on the edge of cumming again.
Actually - you don’t think you’ve even realized that the heat was already building and pooling inside of you again until now.
“Now, now-” he pulls away softly, feeling the way your thighs seemed to tremble and how your breathing got just a little more labored as your walls dragged across his milky shaft.
“Y’might hafta quiet down, sweets.’ He smiled against your neck, and he knows - knows just how close you were.
Slowly, he reaches for his phone once more - hand leaving your hip as he opens the camera, angling it just right without looking, like he’s been training for this moment his entire life.
“Can’t have the neighbors complaining again, no?”
And with that, the shutter clicks as soon as the knot in your stomach snaps.
˓ — CHIGIRI HYOMA
the type who’s a little upset about not being able to flex his speed his speed inside of you this time, but doesn’t mind too much, he’ll just have to make you flex this time, right?
“Fuck - I don’t know if I’m still upset about you forgetting to take your pills, or if I’m ah - happy at the new sight in front of me,”
His chest was heaving from a mix of exhaustion from his recent football training just now and of arousal from how pretty you looked desperately grinding on his bare thigh like a dog in heat.
Truthfully, his mind was a dizzying mess during his training, you constantly came into his mind, whether when he was stretching, talking to his teammates - it drove him crazy, especially with the way his teammates would point out how he’d suddenly doze off with cheeks flushed out of no where. He’s been dying to feel you around him and fill you up since morning, morning - thats just how desperate he was.
And it seemed like that same, needy desperate urge was now bubbling inside of you like how it did to him earlier today. Perhaps it was you facing the consequences of your own actions, having have forgotten to buy a new bottle of pills, but he can’t find it in himself to complain.
Not when he has such a pretty sight in front of him.
Instead, the corners of his lips tug upwards into a lazy grin, opting to lean back against the couch with his arms hanging and rested behind them, refusing to help you.
“I-I’m sorry, Hyo-” you whined out breathlessly, your hands rest on the rough muscle that your needy cunt has been desperately trying to get the right amount of friction out of. Through the dizzying texture of his skin against your folds that was keeping you teetering on edge, you could vaguely remember just how eager he’d been when he stepped through the front door of your shared apartment - like he’d been a man who’s been walking through a dessert for days and is in dire need of water.
It made you feel guilty, it really did - when you broke the news to him sheepishly and watched the way he paused slightly, like if he was deciding whether he was disappointed or if he could live on without craving into his urge and desires today.
“why are you apologizing, hm? there’s ha - nothin’ to apologize for.”
He’s certain he couldn’t even comprehend your apology with the way you looked so desperate on his thigh, the muscles tensing beneath your puffy folds. A light sheen of sweat on your forehead, trembling fingers supporting yourself up against his thigh, nails piercing the skin lightly.
“In fact, think I just found myself a new obsession,” his grin grows a little wider - a little more dangerous, one that screamed he wasn’t letting you get out of this one so easily. The grin he gets when he reaches in range to shoot his goal.
He bounces his knee gently, watching the way you crumble - fingers digging deeper into his skin, almost deep enough to draw blood - and your back arching, like you were desperately seeking for his touch that he wasn’t going to give.
Not yet, at least.
“Hyo, please ..” you plead so prettily, all breathless and seemingly so out of it. It was nearly enough for all of his self restraint to snap with only the filthy, squelching noises of your wet cunt rubbing against his thigh - leaving a mess that he can’t take his eyes off of.
But he’s not that mean. He suppose he can cave - just a little.
That’s what he wants you to think, at least.
His right hand lifts, sliding from your thigh to your hips - giving it a gentle squeeze, thumb moving to caress your hips gently, close but not close enough to where you need him the most.
“use your words, pretty girl. I don’t have clairvoyant powers.”
He bites back the breathless chuckle at the way you huff and pout, struggling to find the right words.
“need your help,” you choke out so prettily, all quiet and struggling. Hair falling over your face as your head tips forward, biting down on your bottom lip.
“on what?” He leans back, enjoying the view - watching the way you mewl and whine at the game he’s playing. At the way he’s pretending not to notice how your entire thighs tremble atop of his from effort of desperately trying to get yourself off.
“n-need to come —“ you finally manage through gritted teeth, peering up at him through your lashes, wet with unshed tears of frustration.
“yeah?” He hums, fingers digging deeper into your hips, leaving red angry marks.
He bounces his knee slowly, biting back a moan at the way your breath hiccups from the sudden friction.
“can’t do anything yourself, huh?” He snickers almost mockingly, dragging your hips over the hard muscle of his thigh. He enjoys the way your lips part into a silent scream, fingers trembling and clawing at his thigh.
He clicks his tongue, grinding you faster on his thigh. He wants to draw this out as long as he can, but with the way your eyes are slowly starting to roll, eyelashes fluttering to try and keep your eyes on him, he really ‘can’t’ resist.
“Come, sweetheart,” he leans down, breath fanning over the skin of your neck, smiling against the skin at the way your body shudders and trembles when you feel the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.
A hand shifts to your back, running his palm over the small of your back in soothing circles, pushing you to lean against his chest.
The way you whine when his other hand stops your hips, just mere seconds before you were about to let go, digging his blunt nails to leave faint crescent marks against soft skin.
“poor baby,” he coo’s softly, did you really think he’d let you come so quick?
“‘m sorry. I don’t think you deserve to come just yet.” he watches the way you claw at his shoulders instead, whines and whimpers muffled into his shoulder.
“but maybe..” he trails off, slowly guiding your hips against his now wet thigh once more. The hand on your back trails up, carefully pushing a strand behind your ear, lips tugging wider into a smile when you look up at him all teary.
“maybe if you prove it to me, I can let you come.”
A N . I initially wanted to include nagi n reo but maybe if this does well enough for a p2 🥹.. but as usual, reblogs very much appreciated!
I do not consent to plagiarism, translation, or copying in any form whatsoever. thank you!
─ ˚⊱ ୨ৎ ⊰˚ i heard a rumor that rin gets super sensitive when you suck it..
you kneeled down in between rin’s legs, his hard cock bouncing off his boxer once you took them off. his teal eyes staring at your movement each time— his fingers holding the sheets underneath him, feeling the sensation of him being sensitive already.
his breathing hitched as your tongue licked the tip of his member, precum already coating your taste buds.
"fuck.. right there," he groaned, tossing his head back against the bed frame, black hair fanning out. his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "yeah... right like that..." his hips involuntarily twitched upward, seeking more contact.
your lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling that slick slit while your right hand squeezed his thick base. he cursed sharply in japanese, thighs trembling under your touch. "shit—shit, don't stop—" his grip tightened on your hair, not guiding, just hanging on like he might float away.
the low guttural sounds he made vibrated against your skull.
his rhythm faltered for a moment as you sucked harder, throat constricting around his shaft. his hips jerked uncontrollably, slapping against your face as he rode the sensation.
"wait—wait—" he breathed, gasping out. then his hips locked straight, eyes rolling back as the first burst of cum hit your tongue. his release was intense, back arching off the bed as he emptied himself into your mouth.
legs shaking, he let out a series of muffled curses, completely lost in the moment. his grip on your hair loosened, but his hands remained there, tangling in your locks.
after his cum came a second wave, softer this time, your tongue lapping it up slowly. the taste was saltier, sweeter—his essence now coating your taste buds completely.
"fuck... fuck," he rasped, breathing ragged. "that was..." he couldn't even finish the thought. his body went limp against the sheets, heart pounding, just staring up at you with those teal dazed, grateful eyes.
“one more time..?” you mumbled against his length.
his eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide. he stared at your face buried between his legs, the slick evidence of his pleasure still clinging to your chin.
"more?" he choked out, somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. "you just— i just—" he couldn't even find the words. his hand came up to cover his eyes, embarrassed. "there's literally nothing left to give."
he dropped his head back against the frame, letting out a helpless laugh mixed with a broken moan. "you're fucking impossible..."
he was already trembling, overstimulated and absolutely drained. his cock was twitching softly, limp and sensitive against your lips. but even knowing he couldn't physically cum again, he didn't push you away. he trusted you.
"go ahead..." so you sank back down, lips brushing against his sensitive length. he flinched violently, nearly crying out. just the slightest contact had him squirming— the tip already swollen and leaking pinkish precum from his earlier release.
"ah— fuck, fuck fuck—" he hissed through clenched teeth.
his entire body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. a sharp, broken sob tore from his throat as your lips met the swollen, weeping tip. his hands flew down, fingers tangling desperately in your hair—not to push you away, but just to hold on for dear life.
his cock bucked against your mouth, completely unresponsive to pleasure anymore—just pure, overwhelming sensation. his abs cramped visibly, thighs shaking so hard they were hitting each other.
a pathetic, high-pitched whine escaped him that he would never admit to making. but your lips never stopped. gentle, soft licks over the leaking tip. he was so sensitive he couldn't even function. not even functioning. he was just— whimpering.
his body completely broke down. he couldn't even form words anymore, just a series of pathetic whimpers and broken sobs. his hips were bucking up into your mouth uncontrollably, his limp dick completely uncaring about stimulation—just reacting to the overwhelming sensation.
his back arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent scream as his cock bucked violently against your lips. then came the thin spurts of cum into your mouth.
For the most part, Isagi was pretty chill when he wasn't playing soccer, so it didn't take long for him to tell his teammates about his girlfriend.
"Yeah like we're supposed to believe that." Barou scoffed when Isagi told them about the date he had planned for the two of you after practice.
"What? I can afford to take my girlfriend out to dinner." Isagi countered with an annoyed expression on his face.
"No not that..." Chigiri mumbled, "You having a girlfriend."
Looking around the room, now Isagi was confused. He saw himself as the most normal one out of the group.
✩ Lockscreen S. Nagi
If Nagi had to be described in one word, it'd be a screenager.
It was at a team meeting and Nagi's phone was on the charger, that's when his screen lit up with a notification.
"Uh Nagi? Who's this?" Hiori asked, looking at the woman on his wallpaper. Turning over he simply said, "my girlfriend."
"Oh Y/N? She's really pretty..." Reo added, smiling at the picture.
"Hey," He yawned, "only I can say that." But he didn't really care. It was true, you were pretty and he was more shocked no one knew about you beforehand.
✩ Hickeys R. Itoshi
Rin barely talked to his teammates. If it wasn't about soccer or their skills he didn't give a damn.
When they were trying on their away kits for the upcoming match he was reminded as to why he ignored them so often.
"Ooh Rin~ Looks like you have a monster of your own hmm?" Bachira chuckled. And before Rin could roll his eyes and ask what the tepid loser was on about, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.
Damn your little thigh kink.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't call her a monster." Rin scoffed, before putting on the shorts with haste.
"You mean you found someone to date you..?" Isagi laughed, "poor girl."
"You saw what my thighs look like, imagine hers." He muttered, leaving the locker room and leaving the boys inside of it surprised as hell.
There was nothing his girl was lacking.
✩ Engagement ring S. itoshi
Like his brother, Sae didn't interact much with his teammates unless it was deemed necessary. It wasn't in a malicious way, he just felt like they had nothing to offer so he felt there was no need in talking to them.
Usually after practice Sae showered, changed, grabbed his bag and headed home.
And he did the same thing happened today, except there was one thing different.
This time he took a second to slip on a gold Cartier band onto his finger before grabbing his bag to leave.
"Sae Itoshi." Aiku walked over to him with an amused look on his face, "You're engaged?"
That caught the attention of everyone else changing in the room.
"Yeah." Was all he said as he turned on his heel to leave.
"Wait," He grabbed his shoulder, "we didn't even know you were seeing anyone."
"Why would you, It's not like it's any of your business." And with that he left, leaving the other U-20 players to think.
How in the world did Sae find someone to put up with his attitude?
part 2
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you'll never see it cumming ft. multiple blue lock men
・❥・what "unexpected" kinks do the blue lock men keep to themselves?
ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, isagi
itoshi sae
it's fair play to assume sae is a stone-cold dom who fucks like he plays, precise and efficient and completely without feeling. and whilst that's mostly true nobody sees the validation. the praise kink coming, specifically the way it's directed outward. he doesn't need to hear that he's good. he needs to hear that you are. he wants to watch you come apart while he tells you exactly how well you're taking him, and it's the closest thing to tenderness he lets himself have.
"good girl. just like that. you're doing so well." it comes out low and even, like he's narrating something clinical instead of fucking you senseless, but the words land differently coming from sae. he doesn't say anything he doesn't mean. when he calls you his good girl with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb pressed flat against your clit, it hits like a reward you've been starving for without knowing it.
sae completely unravels if you run your fingers through his hair during sex. not pulling, not rough. just slow, gentle threading through those pink strands while he's stuffed between your thighs. the first time you did it without thinking, he went still for a full three seconds. then he pressed his face into your neck, hips stuttering and he ended up fucking you harder than he ever had before, without a single word of explanation.
he will never bring it up (god forbid his ego). if you mention it afterward he'll give you the most withering look in existence and leave the room. but the next time you're in bed together, his head will drift toward your hand automatically, like an orbit he can't help.
itoshi rin
rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.
"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.
rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.
if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.
size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.
"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."
michael kaiser
this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.
he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.
"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.
kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.
despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.
he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.
seishiro nagi
nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.
nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.
he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.
he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.
during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.
reo mikage
reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.
reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.
"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.
reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.
the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.
yoichi isagi
isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.
as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.
if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.
isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.
"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.
and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.
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Rin had a problem. A huge problem for someone who didn't want kids. He didn't know how to pull out. Well in theory he did know how to take his dick out of you, but when in the middle of fucking, he just couldn't.
You had talked with him about it a lot of times. You wanted to stop taking the pill, but Rin just wasn't able to pull out in time. His explanation was pathetic. "I can't bring myself to, because it feels too good" His lack of discipline was crazy when you thought about him being an athlete.
But today he would do it. He'd pull out in time, he was determined to do so, until the moment came. You'd already cum, and were now lying there, body sore and pussy pulsing around his dick, when he started to feel it. Rin's manhood started twitching and his hips stuttered. "Shit gonna-" "Pull, out Rinnie", you whispered, tangling his hand with yours.
Rin looked at your face, tears dried on your cheeks, lips swollen and wet and fucked out, then he looked a bit further down, your tits, bouncing with every thrust, bruised and covered in bit marks, a bit lower was your belly, from which a bulge could be seen everytime his fat cock hit against your walls. You were so perfect. He couldn't pull out. His dick had already started spurting ropes of cum into your womb. And honestly? The thought of children ain't seem that bad.
he saw it and he hated it. not just the guy, but the thought of losing you. now he’s fucking you like his life depends on it. “i’ll kill him. you’re mine. say it. fucking say it.” he’s feral and rough and breathing heavy. he’s slamming into you with bruising force. but the desperation is real. “don’t ever smile at someone else again. please. i can’t take it.” and when you whisper, “only you,” he kisses you like he’s breaking.
꒰ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 ꒱
he saw it and didn’t say a word. just came up behind you, kissed your cheek, stared down the other man until he vanished. but now that you’re alone? he’s got you tied to the bed. “you need to remember something, beautiful.” he fucks you until you beg. keeps your legs open and makes you feel everything. “don’t make me remind you like this again. but i will. every time.”
꒰ 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 ꒱
“oh, so you think you’re cute, huh?” he saw you giggling and saw the guy touch your waist. now he’s fucking you with your legs on his shoulders, smirking down at you. “you like attention that bad? fine. i’ll give you attention.” he fucks you until you’re crying, moaning his name, totally wrecked. “bet you’re not laughing now, princess.” then he kisses your forehead sweetly like nothing happened.
꒰ 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 ꒱
he tries to laugh it off. “oh wow, guess i’m not the only one who thinks you’re hot, huh?” but when he’s inside you, soft and slow, he whispers, “would you still pick me?” he hides his face in your neck. you feel tears and it breaks you.“promise you’ll stay. even when i’m not the coolest. even if someone better comes.” you hold him tighter. he cums with a soft sob, repeating, “you’re mine, you’re mine, please don’t go.” you’d never go. you’d never pick someone else.
