#st.written

SYNOPSIS ... rudo's starting to notice just how close you and zanka are, it's strange considering how zanka is well, zanka. 'just good friends?' he thought. oh how wrong he was CONTENT ... gn!reader :: mild lanuage :: heavy public displays of affection :: rudo is oblivious

CASE ONE: the jeep was overfull once again, you were stuck between zanka and rudo

enjin’s diving was reckless as always but on the rare occasion where the car wasn’t on the verge of tipping over you and zanka were still snug against eachother

rudo could hear zanka and your’s whispered conversations with and occasional giggle coming from you

legs pressed against each others, you hands covering one of zanka’s. how strange. he never once took zanka as the type to be that friendly with anyone, yet no one seemed to acknowledge it

CASE TWO: rudo absentmindedly walking down the hallway back to his room once everyone had headed in for the night - well almost everyone

‘BANG!’

“oh my gosh! sorry rudo!”

your voice cut through his world right after the door to some random closet hit him square in the face. his eyes opened, meeting yours and . . . zanka?

“are you alright? im so so sorry!”

your voice filled with worry almost making him forget you and zanka were in some closet

“he’s fine, ain’t ya?”

he watched zankas hand wrap around yours, pulling you away from the scene in the hallway. rudo’s expression could only be described as pure confusion, last time he checked both of your rooms were upstairs. really strange . . .

CASE THREE: everyone was in the mess hall, some random party riyo probably came up with. zanka did always call them an excuse for everyone to drink which is really obvious when you see gris and enjin having the time of their lives in the corner

speaking of zanka, he hasn’t seen him since this morning, or you. rudo has almost made it his personal mission to find out what’s up with the two of you

he’s basically covered the entire floor trying to spot you. he must have a sixth sense cause his eyes directly spotted you both leaning against each other again at the very back table

you mouth next to his ear telling him something as a smile creeps onto his face, then he turns to face you leaning in ever so slightly before your both rudely interrupted

“hey guys, what are we talking about?”

rudo’s presence has become painfully aware by the both of you who are now sitting up right clearly uncomfortable

“oh i-uh just mentioned i’m a bit tired, right zanks’ ”

he watched you nudge zankas side before yawning exaggeratedly

“uh yeah we’re gonna go”

zanka abruptly stood up followed by you

“goodnight rudo”

you smiled waving to him, hands then intertwining with zanka’s just like the other day. ok this is just suspicious . . .

CASE FOUR: team akuta had come back from an encounter with the raiders leaving you pretty beat up. rudo had gone with enjin to get you some of those fake flowers like he did with zanka a while back

this just happened to be the time everything clicked

he stood there as you held zanka’s face in your hands, his eyes slightly red and puffy, hurt written across his face

one of your hands pushed his hair off his forehead as you leaned down kissing him

“zanks’, baby don’t get upset i’m ok”

your voice was so sincere, a soft melody that seemed to calm him down. never in rudo’s very short time on this earth did he think you and zanka were dating

“yo rudo you good man?”

enjin asked, a heavy hand falling on his shoulder

“ohh, you didn’t know huh?”

rudo was long gone. too busy trying to wrap his mind around the new information

“i always thought they were so obnoxious about it, always up on eachother. y’know how many times semiu has found them in a storage closet?”

rudo thinks he might throw up

CASE DISMISSED.

SYNOPSIS ... late at night once everyone’s asleep in the hq you and zanka find each other’s lips on one another’s :: request by @enyalc :: i actually didn’t have a clue what i was writing for half of this so this is probably ass and i lowkey kinda hate it CONTENT ... nsfw content, read at your own risk :: afab!reader :: softdom!zanka :: dry humping :: making out :: mild language :: not proofread im lazy😓

the cleaners hq is deathly quiet. it’s late. far too late for zanka and you to be up - especially with a mission waiting for you both in a few hours

the bed creeks slightly as your body lays atop of zanka’s, your thighs in either side of his own, he smells like incense and fresh linen. your body instinctively nuzzle your face deeper into his neck, lips lightly placing kisses along his smooth, fair skin

you feel his adam’s apple vibrate as he calls your name breaking the shared silence between you two, you hum in response

“y’tired?”

you break your lips from his neck lifting your head to face him. his arms slide down your back to sit at your hips as you wrap your own around his neck bringing your bodies impossibly closer

you let out a breath of acknowledgment as his thumbs rub light circles gently on your hipe bone. you leaned into his touch, your head nuzzling deep unto his neck and your hips shifting against his groin. your movements pulled a noise close to a groan out of him

“stop movin’ ”

he only received a hum in response as you shifted in his lap again, this time with a subtle giggle. zanka lifted a hand from your hip and allowed his fingers to card through your hair causing you to lift your head

zanka’s hand fell back to your hip as you both now face each other head on. his hand reaches up again cupping one of your cheeks, his finger rubbing on the apple of your skin, then snaking it’s way to the nape of your neck brining your lips closer to his own

his lips are barely brushing your own as he lightly pecked them. your hands slide up to his jawline and your thumb caressed his soft skin. his hand pushed against your neck forcing the kiss to grow deeper

zanka’s other hand still resting on your hip shifted to the small of your back as your lips moved in sync against each other. his tongue licked along your lips forcing entry into your warm mouth

zanka’s hand on your back ran along your spine before settling back at the small of it, his hand now pushing your body against his, making you grind on his lap

you let out a gasp into his mouth. you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kept guiding you on his lap. your hips moving in sync with your lips, the slick on your panties began to grow the deeper his tongue went down your throat while he pulled more whines out of you

he broke the kiss for a second, a string of saliva still connecting your lips while your hips still chased after his. he moved kisses along your neck making your whines and whimpers grow louder

“shhh, gotta keep it down pretty”

zanka’s lips immediately met yours again as an early morning light began to fill the room. the sound of someone walking down the hq’s hallways didn’t register until a loud knocking broke you both free from your trance, making your head whoo towards the door

“oi lovebird! get ready, we gotta leave early!”

you turned back to zanka, his lips swollen and red still covered with a filthy mixture of his and your saliva. his head fell back on the headboard before he spoke

“fuck my life..”

SYNOPSIS ... rin itoshi’s daughter is a dream to baby sit, and her hot single dad is the ultimate dream to fuck :: based off CONTENT ... nsfw content, read at your own risk :: fem!reader :: dilf!rin :: reader atleast 21 :: vaginal fingering :: light degration :: light humiliation :: cheating mentioned (not by rin or reader) :: probably super oc tbh the further i wrote the more i realised this is nothing like rin :: this took me so damn long to write for some reason as well

three and half months ago. that’s how long ago you started working for rin itoshi

like clockwork you’d babysit his daughter monday through friday from three till eight pm once his soccer practice ended

it was perfect, you’d spend six hours with this darling little girl, her insanely hot dad would arrive home, tuck her into bed, then you’d inform him on everything that happened while she was in your care

it didn’t matter how serious a day’s events could be, the way his eyes would track your movements and the nods of approval he’d give you would always make you soak through your lacy underwear. it truely was embarrassing

it didn’t matter how close you and his daughter were, the man always remained a mystery to you, just a thirty-something football player who’d been divorced for the past three years. that was probably the most alluring part

“can i offer you a drink, [name]?”

sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his forearms, veins straining under his weight against the kitchen counter

“im okay, thank you though mr.itoshi”

he hummed in acknowledgment, then turned away from you. his toned back now staring at you through his polo

“how was she today?”

“good. as always. she’s like a little angel honestly”

you let out an airy laugh sensing a tenseness spread through the room

rin’s head turned over his shoulder slightly, if he didn’t you wouldn’t of caught the way his lips twitched up slightly. the small act made you heart pound and thighs squeeze tighter than before

his head turned back and he cleared his throat before speaking up

“you know [name], there’s something i wanted to bring to your attention”

shit. you racked through everything you’ve done ever since you stepped into the itoshi household. there wasn’t one memory of you crossing a line

“i-uh what it is..?”

your fingers instantly curled over the hem of your skirt, the palms of your hands rubbing across the fabric to stop the clammy feeling

“do you know if my daughter has a friend named miya?”

the emphasis on the word friend made you start to sweat. did the rin itoshi’s daughter have a boyfriend you weren’t aware about. you shook your head hoping it was the right answer

“let me be more specific. do you have a friend named atsumu miya my daughter knows about?”

your body stiffened at the mention of your ex. this had to be the most inconvenient thing for you to forget

memories of how you would be on the phone to your friends, talking about your cheating man whore of an ex with his innocent daughter doing homework. you swore she wasn’t paying attention

“…potentially mr.itoshi”

he hummed to no one in particular, you both now face to face across the island bench

“i’m assuming this guy was more than a friend, correct? ‘cause what i’ve heard from her, he was a quote, ‘cheating bum with nothing going for him’ ”

shame bubbled in your stomach and seeped up to your throat. you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes out of embarrassment

“i’m sorry mr.itoshi, that was unprofessional..”

it took all your might to keep your voice steady and yet you still failed. rin’s footsteps echoed as he inched closer to you, by the time you met his gaze again he was right in front of you

your nose burned lightly, tears threatening to fall at your undecided fate

“i always thought you were a pretty girl, very bright, and considerate. the fact you go above and beyond for my daughter means a lot to me”

he leaned in closer, this cologne invading your sense involuntarily, his cool minty breath fanning your face lightly

“you mean a lot to my little girl, to me. to think someone would cheat on a girl like you…such a kind and beautiful girl, it’s strange to me”

his voice lowered and became raspy. you couldn’t help but shift slightly, the slick in your panties soaking deep into the lacy fabric as it clung to your folds

rin’s hand reached up to your cheek, caressing it lightly while his veiny forearm coming into view again. you automatically leaned into the touch slightly and pushed your thighs closer together in a desperate attempt to stop the ache

the action caught rin’s attention and his hand moved away from your cheek, and down to your upper thigh. his thumb brushing up and down your thigh then stopping to sit at the hem of your skirt. your stomach was twisting into knots at the anticipation, your body growing more desperate for him by the second

“always thought you were gorgeous y’know”

his hand moved slowly, the tips of his fingers barely reaching under your skirt, now centimetres away from your throbbing core. you’d be embarrassed to admit how many times you’d played this exact scenario out in your head

your hips shifted slightly, body begging from his own

“may i?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to verbally answer, preferring to nod in response

“use your words”

his tone was partially aggressive at your lack of verbal confirmation

“..please…”

your voice not even a whisper as you made eye contact with the man in front of you. his fingers moved once again, inching closer to your cunt. your breath hitched when his hand barely grazed over the lacy fabric of your panties then slipped further down drawing lazy circles over the drenched fabric

“how lukewarm, this wet over nothing”

your face burned stomach bubbling with humiliation. his eyes remained focused on yours, his free hand now holding your cheeks to force your faces to remained locked on one anothers

rin’s hand slipped deeper, pulling the slick coated lace to the side giving him full access to your drenched pussy. he traced lightly over the folds, the wetness starting to cover his hand

you bucked your hips slightly whining in the process. you wanted, no, needed more

the tips of his fingers dipped between your soaked pussy making you moan at the new found feeling. rin’s hands were twice, if not more, the size of yours

“r-rin..”

his fingers barely rubbing inside your warm heat, his thumb now rubbing your clit gently, then pushing down on the bud, forcing out a louder moan

rin’s fingers traveled deeper into your pussy, the tight heat enveloping his ring and middle fingers up to the knuckles. he began to fasten his pace pulling gasps and cries out of you

“such a slut, being fingered fucked by someone who’s practically your boss”

you gripped onto one of his arms, the sounds of your slick and whines began to fill the room, while a pressure began to build in your lower stomach

“rin, please..!”

he only quickened his pace at your cries for him. his speed made your breath knock out of your chest. your nails drug into his forearm and your head fell forward into his chest, the white hot heat coiling tighter the longer he kept his fingers stuffed in your over sensitive, drenched cunt

tears pricked the corners of your eyes, rin’s hand pulled your head back up while other kept finger fucking you. your eyes met his again, yours teary and desperate while his were dark and unforgiving

your moans grew louder and the coil in you snapped coating his hand in your juices. his fingers worked you through your high, rin’s thumb still rubbing your clit

you panting began to even out and rin’s eyes softened once again. his fingers slowly leaving your tight heat, then sliding your ruined panties back over your sensitive folds

his hands now completely let you go as he began to speak again

“i’ll see you tomorrow [name], make sure you try to keep that little ex boyfriend of yours out of conversations with my daughter”

SYNOPSIS ... sae itoshi forces you to go 'beserk' while riding him CONTENT ... nsfw content, read at your own risk :: afab!reader :: riding/cowgirl :: p in v :: mild language :: based off

sae’s hands groped the fat of ass, his body heavy underneath you. your legs shook, your breathing becoming out a lot shakier than you realised

fuck, has he always been this huge what the hell?

he noticed your hesitation drawing smooth circles his breath hot against your body, a stark contrast to the temperature of the shared bedroom

“not scared are you?”

gosh he could be so cocky

you shook your head slightly still focused on the task in front of you

sae’s hands slide up your body now holding your hips gripping hard enough to bruise. he pushed down on you ever so slightly trying to guide you down onto his cock

“sae wait, i-i don-”

he only pulling you down harder, eager to have you ride him. you felt the tip of his pretty dick rub against you slick cunt making you mewl, head falling into the crook his neck

chest rising and falling as he pulled your full weight into him. your pussy engulfing his cock almost entirely. he kept a hold on your hips rocking them against his pelvis, you both desperate for the feeling of sweet release

“go beserk for me baby”

his voice gravely and deep making you wetter by the second. you pushed your hips back and forth the feeling of him deep inside you was too much to bare

the pressure built in your abdomen, a white hot heat that made you ache for him more. both sae and yours breathing became laboured. he could tell you were getting close, so was he

he pushed you further down if that was even possible, sae’s own hips bucking up hitting that sweet spot inside you that made you see stars

“o-oh my god!”

your eyes squeezed shut head falling back as your release came crashing over you, sae’s following soon after. a comfortable silence fell over the room as the thick scent of sex engulfed you both

SYNOPSIS ... sae in his football kit is so additcting, you can't help it that your eyes naturally gravitate towards his gloved hands CONTENT ... nsfw content, read at your own risk :: afab!reader :: vaginal fingering :: cum eating :: mild language :: possible hand kink(?) :: repost from kisskisslucky

you can’t remember how you ended up in this situation. the last thing you can recall is being sat in the locker room, sae in front of you in his soccer gear after he finished training

your eyes immediately gravitated to his gloves, the smooth black material covering his long fingers and veiny hands . .

it made you wet just thinking about them

“my eyes are up here you know”

sae’s smooth voice cut through your explicit thoughts. you rubbed your thighs together, eyes still hyper focused on his hands

“ ‘m aware”

your voice barely above a whisper but laced with something seductive

sae stepped towards you, the scent of his cologne invading your senses. you felt the cool material of his gloves grazed you thigh before pushing them apart slightly

your hips shifted attempting to gain more friction against your throbbing cunt

“fuck, soaked already hm?”

his voice dripping with condescension, his hand slowly traveled to the button of your jeans to slip them down just enough

sae’s fingers rubbed the soaked patch on your panties just enough to make you whine, bucking your hips forward

the cold air of the locker room hit your pussy as he pulled your soaked panties to the side

“sae please”

your voice cracking slightly, tears welling up in your eyes and his aggravatingly slow pace

“what was that angel?”

his fingers teased your clit while his hot breath hit your neck

“please i need you sae”

you could feel his lips curl into a smirk as his gloved fingers slide against your glossy pussy

“mm yeah i bet you do baby”

his fingers quickly pushing into your cunt without warning making you moan loudly at the sensation, your hand gripping his forearm

sae’s fingers worked quickly hitting that spot inside you that made your knees weak and your stomach feel hot

your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly

sae shoved a second finger inside of you which only tipped you closer to the edge

“fuck!”

you gasped trying to catch your breath while his thumb toyed with your clit, your hips grinded against his hand desperately trying to get yourself off

“shit! oh my god! ‘m cuming sae!”

“yeah? go on”

the sensation in your tummy snapped and your eyes pressed shut, forehead falling against sae’s chest

your breaths laboured as sae pulled his fingers out from you his eyes focused on the glossy cum covering his glove

his other hand lifted to stroke your hair

“tired?”

sae’s voice cut through the comfortable silence

“a little . .”

your voice slightly hoarse, your head lifted to look up at sae who still had his glove covered with your cum on

you watched as he brought his hand to his lips licking the cum off

your face fell as you watched his do so

“really?”

“ ‘m not letting it go to waste”

SYNOPSIS ... series of messages between you and your strange, destiny obsessed boyfriend CONTENT ... gn!reader :: mild language :: google translated french... :: ignore timestamps :: part one

SYNOPSIS ... hugo vivian is the biggest loser you're ever met. it's truely such a shame he's not only lame but also your bestfriends little brother cause he's so gorgeous CONTENT ... gn!reader :: mild lanuage :: reader is hugo's sister's friend :: hugo being a loser

SATURDAY, 11:24 AM

it's been probably two minutes since you texted saying you were outside. you're starting to think you should just knock on the front door, you know, like a normal person would

you shift on your feet contemplating it before moving your arm to press the doorbell

a couple seconds pass before your greeted with the door violently swinging open revealing your bestfriends (not so little) brother

"oh, hi vivian. is your sister home right now?"

the poor boy looked stunned at the sight of you. your eyes began to scan over his body, stopping at his stupid 'white boy of the year' shirt his sister defintly got him as a joke

"nice shirt"

your voice came out overly sarcasitc, clearly trying to supress a laugh. he's still just standing there like an idiot

"so, can i come in or what?"

"she's upstairs"

anyone would think he's constipated with how he responded. you gave him a slight smile before walking in then vanishing into her room

TUESDAY, 3:41 PM

vivian stood in front of his sisters mirror in her room before practice, biceps flexed

"god vi' go do that somewhere else would you?"

his head turned to see his sister standing in the doorway and, you. of course, just the cherry on-top. he doesn't understand what you find so amusing about him

he just stays there, body frozen as you and his sister walk in getting comfortable. you can feel his stare from behind buring into you

"don't you have practice to get to vivian?"

your voice comes out sugary sweet, it makes him feel funny almost uneasy

"bye vivian you can leave now"

his sisters voice is far to blunt for him to push her boundaries more than he already has. he makes his way out painfully slow, turning back to recieve a small wave and smile from you

THURSDAY, 10:57AM

vivian sat on the couch, deep in thought, eyes focused on the book infront of him

"whatcha' read - oh . . ."

he freezes up completely. he already gets shit from his teammates, but he knows he will never live this down. your giggle bubbles out before you can stop it

"waiting for the works to appear buddy?"

"it helps me think"

"think about what? are you writing a book or something?"

he doesn't answer, if he could he'd kill himself right in that moment

"you're a total loser vivian oh my god!"

he hears you call out to his sister, asking her about his weird blank book habits. more laughters erupts from down the hall from the both of you

his face is now bright red, he doesnt even register that he's walking into his sisters room until he yells out how she still has her one-direction bed sheets in the hall closet

your laugh is ten times louder this time, your laughing so hard your stomach starts to cramp up

"VIVIAN HUGO WATCH IT WHITE BOY!"

safe to say she's not amused, but your validation for some reason makes it all worth it

FRIDAY, 11:11PM

he'd been out all day, some stupid soccer team thing before the under twenty worldcup who knows, not that it matters now

vivian hugo has always believed in fate, the idea that everyone has their various role to play, and in order to succeed they need to follow it

so when he sees you standing in the hugo families kitchen at near midnight - specifically 11:11 - he knows what his destiny is towards you. he hasn't really believed in 'angel numbers' until now

"we are meant to be you know . . ."

his voice draws you out of your own thoughts. his dark eyes meeting yours. he hasn't really had the chance to take all your beauty in until this very moment

you let out a breathy laugh at his comment, taking a sip of water to clear your throat

"you know, you're a total loser vivian. it's a shame, you're so goregous"

your hand pats his cheek lightly, your body pushing past him heading down the hall and out of his sight. truth is, he'd have no clue what to do with #allat

SYNOPSIS ... series of messages between you and your strange, destiny obsessed boyfriend CONTENT ... gn!reader :: mild language :: crude humour :: illusions to sex :: sexual jokes :: part two