Breeding kink with top male reader and Sae? 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
Fucking like Bunnies 18+
Sae Itoshi x Male!Reader |
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Sae loves it when you finish inside him, even more so when you keep going after.
tags : top!Reader, breeding kink, slut shaming, creampies, implied multiple orgasms, extensive talks of cum (I got carried away)
a/n : got carried away writing this but YESS sae with a breeding kink omfg 🤤🤤🤤
Sae moaned as you slipped yourself out of his hole, the remnants of your orgasm spilling out of him as his rim twitched helplessly.
“Shit— ugh put it back in.”
You shushed him, your hand pressing on his neck. He was arched, presenting to you while you watched your work. Sae buried his face in the comforter under him, whining every time a drop of your semen dripped down his thigh.
“Don’t worry, I just need a minute.” You gripped his cheeks harder, pulling the apart, “then I’ll breed you again, like the whore you are.”
Sae groaned at your words, resisting the urge to squeeze his legs shut.
Your hand pumped around your swollen cock, sensitive from the amount of times you’d came already. The erection jumped seeing Sae squirm around, bent over just for you. The prodigy of Japan being your personal toy.
You groaned, cock filled out again and pressed the tip against his rim.
“Gonna really fill you up this time, Sae..” You slipped back inside of him with a wet squelch, “you’d like that yeah?”
Sae thinks he blanked out when your hips pressed against his ass, cum spilling out from the sides.
You bent down close to his ear, “I asked you a question.”
“Yes.. please.” He mumbled, his face was flushed a pretty shade of red.
You smirked and pulled out before thrusting back in hard. Sae let out a gasp as you set pounding into him again. The ruthless smack of your hips echoing in his room.
Sae let out a muffled moan into the pillow be was biting down on, feeling your cock pressing against something deep inside his core. He was so wound up already, so sensitive, and his mind gone.
You moved your arms under his neck, wrapping them in a chokehold around his throat. There was no pressure on the man but he still whined. You growled into his ear at feeling your orgasm build up so fast.
Arousal clouded over both of your thoughts, reducing you to animals rutting against each other.
Sae screwed his eyes shut, using the little energy he had to bounce his ass against your length.
He was a broken record of quiet— “pleases” and “oh god’s”
“Shit baby, you’re still so tight against me— so greedy.” You felt the knot in your stomach unravel quickly, your hips stuttering again.
You groaned, muscles tensing up as the heat wrapped around your cock tighten. Sae hissed as you rammed into him one last time, weak spurts filling his already abused hole.
You couldn’t keep the midfielder waiting, you wrapped your hand around Saes twitching cock and pumped around the length.
Sae whimpered as Small drops of your cum slipped out of him, dripping down his twitching dick, acting as a lubricant.
You pressed your chest to his back harder, making Sae have to arch further. He buried his face in the soft sheets as his own orgasm took over.
High pitched whines were muffled by the pillow as he came onto your hand, his hips rutting helplessly into the feeling.
You finally pulled out again, leaving the man to collapse into the bed, panting and twitching from the stimulation.
You loved watching how pathetic he looked after these kinds of sessions, perfectly fucked out just for you.
… maybe one more round wouldn’t hurt. Right?
a/n : Heyy it’s been a hot minute.. sorry about that I’ve been busy but here’s sae. I’ve opened the rece again for ideas so send in what you want and ill get to them when I cane
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────────── oh man, my first crush, what devastation .ᐟ.ᐟ
⤿ pairings. yoji uruha, togo shiba, kuguri (kagurabachi), shishiba (sakadays), higuruma hiromi, nanami kento (jjk), könig (cod), kafka hibino (kaijuu no. 8), levi ackerman (aot), shota aizawa (mha), ego jinpachi, noel noa (bllk), woo jinchul (solo leveling), kim dokja (orv), shinichiro sano (tokrev) x gn reader
⤿ contents. sub character, older man, little experience, like close to zero, i'd like to say this started off as a drabble. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.
⤿ thoughts. and one day, you're nineteen, and you find older men attractive.
In love with the idea of an older man with very little experience. A man who has been too preoccupied with things that it isn't a priority. Never been touched, never been kissed. Hasn't experienced anything remotely romantic, apart from a kiss on the cheek when he was like six.
He's a 30+ year old virgin!
He's a pervert.
He's sick, pathetic, a degenerate, a thirsty blood hound who can't help but have a crush on you — his new neighbor.
Ugh, it's sickening. He likes someone so young, with so much potential ahead, and much less life experience.
He tells himself to turn away.
He is in denial of you. Not so much being 'in denial', more so — refusing to push his feelings any further.
He's accepted his feelings.
Sure, yes, he does think you're quite charming. But he refuses to give in to you. To the thought of you.
No, he will never even consider you.
His spare glances and mutters should be enough to put you off, yet you still try to befriend him.
But then he dreams of you. In his head, he lays so softly against your chest, listening to the sound of you breathing, and he tries to mimic it. It's something so intimate, something so rare to him. New.
Why do his pants feel tight?
The lines near his eyes crinkle as he shuts them tightly, and his lip curls into a snarl. He feels ashamed, disgusted with himself. He's never even once thought to touch himself to someone. What does he do? What should he do? What's the right thing?
Tell him what to do with the feelings he caught.
But it only drives you to push it deeper, it seems. The way he stumbles and averts his lingering gaze when you catch him staring. He gets tongue tied trying to respond back.
His reactions are just so... cute. At least that's what you told him that night you invited him over for some dinner. You said you felt lonely, that you could bring countless people over, but they don't exactly make you feel fulfilled.
He knows this is true. There's a vent connecting your rooms. Sometimes, just sometimes, he can overhear what goes on.
And he hears you sigh, disappointed. His heart throbs at the sound, and he can't help but think that he'd be a much better replacement.
So, the rough pads of his fingers trail down his boxers as he tries to remember what you told the last guy — "Don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart." — he thinks the guy was trying to take over your roll. He heard the guys' pleas of mercy to give him what he wanted.
Most of them did that.
"I won't give it to you until you make me feel something."
He wouldn't be like that. He would take everything you give him, even when it comes to be too much and his hips are bucking underneath you, until he's trying to push you away by the shoulders and his eyes threaten to shut, touch him while he's begging for you to give him a minute, while he passes out and you're still buried to the hilt, he'll let himself go and not think of a single thing but you.
Even when he's drenched in his own fluids — be it white and sticky, be it clear and wet that squirts out of him after he came way too many times, be it a mixture of both his sweat and drool.
He'll push through his own orgasm to make you satisfied.
He wants to be devoured by you.
He wondered how your hand would feel around his cock. Warm, you probably know what you're doing too. Would you kiss him afterward? He would, even with his semen coating your tongue. He'd clean it off for you just to get a taste of your spit mixing with his.
He isn't embarrassed by the wanton moan that escapes him as he squirms into the soaked sheets. Your name is on the tip of his tongue, it's ready to burst, he's ready to burst but he keeps some clarity to bite his tongue and force it down when he hears your car pulling up.
And he pulls away, hips thrusting into the warm air of his bedroom as his sticky hand comes up to muffle a gasp.
He'll keep on denying himself.
He wants to forget you but he can't. He'll miss you when he doesn't have you near.
He'll cry from thinking that he was yours. He never was, never will be. He knows this. You'll quickly move on, find someone your age, much more capable in satisfying you.
top!male!reader getting jealous of how close shidou is getting to my pretty hips king sae?
"Oh, come on, dear. Have you seen him? With that, even Cardi B will stand with him and say, "Fuck, yes, I'm definitely bi," you know?"
MASTERLIST is here.
#a.n. : Don't fucking ask where I was. The main thing that I'm back, my men... Probably, lmao. But I will try. <3 That was hard to write, because... I will be too, Shidou, I will be too. It's not proofread, btw.
!!Warnings: top!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Shidou, Shidou theoretically discussing Sae in different matters, light choking, unprepared sex, a little pain from that obviously, VERY MUCH of dirty talk, reader forces him to talk and talk, it's kinds angst because for me jealousy is not a fleeting feeling, but Shidou is not cheating or loves Sae, really, it's just reader there is slightly or not slightly insecure, hurt/comfort kinda, VERY strange Shidou's fantasies and very strange pet names from him.
"No, like seriously. Did you see it? I've never had this much fun playing a game, hamster!" Shidou giggles like a little kid as the TV shows a replay of their U-20 match. "You see that? We were in perfect sync! You see that? My goal was amazing!"
You just shake your head, keeping Shidou from falling off the couch in joy. The game was awesome, yeah, and you're glad he had fun and you finally got to see each other after a couple months of him being there.
"Yeah, it was good. You did great."
Ryusei just hums contentedly, finally calming down and laying his head on your lap, looking at the screen.
"Yeah, he even gave me his number. And we—"
"Wait, he what? He gave you his damn number?" you ask, interrupting him, trying to keep your voice more amazed than annoyed. It's just platonic, of course, platonic. Just as friends, yeah.
"Yeah. He hasn't responded to any of my messages, but at least he hasn't blocked me, so that's something..." He shrugs, and you nod. Yeah, Ryusei is just having fun. He just found someone who understands his style of play and doesn't think it's weird, doesn't try to limit him. It's normal. Totally normal.
...
Well, it was normal for a while.
One month later.
"Where have you been?" you ask, turning around to see the door opening.
"Oh, me and Sae were training! I talked him into training, can you believe it?"
"Yeah... It was cool. How did it go?"
Two months later.
"Sorry, I can't... Sae asked me on the walk."
"Sae called...?"
"I was surprised as hell myself, parrot! I never expected it!"
Three months later.
"He was looking at those seagulls in such a funny way. Like they were some kind of symbol of peace for him."
"Yeah..."
"Hey! He asked me to go for a walk along the seashore, I'll bring you a shell, do you want one?"
And so it went on for a few months. You tolerated it, really. He spent too much time with him, which was quite adequate. They were both athletes, unlike you. They had a common interest and... Well, they played perfectly together.
You didn't see anything wrong with it, because Shidou still paid attention to you, even if not as much as before. Until one evening.
He came home late again. Probably too late. You brushed your teeth while he took a shower, wondering what could have kept him so long.
"...Where were you, Ryu?" a question escapes your lips as he steps out of the shower, not bothering to cover himself as he wipes his locks.
"Oh, we were at the beach. And we were skinny dipping... Damn, you should have seen him..."
Shidou was still talking, but you couldn't hear him anymore. The word "naked" kept playing in your head. If they were skinny dipping like that, they could theoretically do other things, right? You couldn't know for sure.
"Did you... Like what you saw?"
"Of course! Who would look at Sae Itoshi and say he's not fucking hot?" Shidou chuckles, clapping you on the shoulder and walking into the bedroom.
Hot. Of course Sae is hot. That's the problem.
Your heart clenches like it's being clenched in an icy fist when you hear that word - hot. Not "handsome," not "attractive," but that scorching, obscene "hot." It rolls off your boyfriend's lips so easily, so casually, as if it were thrown casually at a random passerby, but you know it's not. It falls right into the center of you, burning a hole in the very confidence you've worked so hard to build, brick by brick.
This feeling. It's not a sudden fire, but a slow, smoldering burn that starts with a barely noticeable spark and gradually engulfs everything around it. At first it's just a fleeting sting, a slight doubt whispering in the back of your mind: "What if..." Then it grows, sending roots into every thought, into every memory. You remember his smile, addressed to that other one. You remember his laughter, caused by someone else's joke. Every touch now seems deceptive, every word - a lie.
Insecurity turns into a black sticky fog that covers everything around, distorting reality. You look in the mirror and see not the one you love, but only your shortcomings, magnified a thousand times. Wrinkles seem deeper, the body less perfect, the mind less sharp. Questions swarm in your head, from which there is no escape: "Am I good enough? Am I interesting enough? Why is he with me at all?"
In this shaky world, where you are your own enemy, every action of your partner is perceived as confirmation of your worst fears. A look that lingers on him a little longer than necessary becomes a betrayal. A compliment given to him is proof of your worthlessness. You look for signs, evidence, confirmation, and, as often happens, you find them where they are not.
You are suffocating from bitterness, from resentment, from the fear of losing. You want to scream, demand, accuse. You want to leave so as not to see how he looks at another. I want to hide, to not feel so insignificant. I want to wipe Sae off the face of the earth... Or maybe yourself.
But no. You're not some loser who's going to wallow in self-loathing. You're just going to show your boyfriend who he should really be clinging to.
And here we are.
"My little poppy seed bun, what are you—" he blurts out, but he's cut off by your push, and he winces in pain, clutching the pillow under his head with a whimper.
"Talk," you whisper, and he looks at you blankly, to which you just click your tongue. "Your fantasies about me."
"But— Oh, no, not, fuck, there, nooooot there..."
Ryusei groans hoarsely, clenching around your cock, which is hitting exactly the right spot aggressively, and his eyes close, tears and gods forming on his lashes. It's wonderful.
"Talk... Or I'll stop."
This seemed to invigorate him, because he involuntarily squeezed once more, as if wanting to suck you in even deeper and never let go. He exhaled, squeezing your shoulders, leaving light marks with his nails there.
"I... I often im-imagine that you would fuck me on the football field, you know? It's sooooo... Fucking aro-arousing to me. Or, hnnng..." he cuts off when your hand squeezes his neck and he swallows, feeling your fingers tighten their grip slightly. "I imagine that we are two pigeons and I become, uh, fat? You know, when they start making those sounds and swell up a little. And then for that you would— Ow! For what?"
"What the hell kind of fantasy is this?" you ask, looking at his thigh, where there was a light mark from your slap, and Shido laughs breathlessly.
"I'm kidding, I'm kiiiidding... Mmm, sometimes I im-imagine the two of us, like... You know, a forbidden, aggh, romance. Like, poor and rich... I like that power imbalance... Fuck!"
Ryusei clings to your arm as your hand tightens around his neck, though it doesn't cut off his oxygen supply. Your thrusts are slow, maybe too slow, but so fucking deep that it feels like he's going to have a bruise on his stomach tomorrow.
"Tell me I'm better. Go ahead."
"W-what? Better than who?" Ryusei tilts his head to the side, as much as your position allows, throwing one of his legs over your waist.
"Sae."
Shidou's eyes immediately widen when he hears that body and he laughs, though he immediately groans and tries to calm down once he feels that he's actually started moving on your cock and eventually he's just hiccupping on your cock. Literally.
"Are you jealous?" he asks between sharp breaths, smiling like the idiot he is right now.
"Yeah, you two are too close... You... Always talk about him so well and..." You feel tears forming in your eyes and Shidou immediately softens, grabbing your cheeks, trying to ignore your thrusts that absolutely didn't want to stop despite the delicate situation.
His fingers slide over your eyelashes, wiping away the moisture there and smearing it across your cheeks with a goofy smile. His pink eyes are now filled with an absolutely indescribable tenderness that rarely shows in him.
"I love you, dummy. I really do. I'll cut back on our contact if need be... He's fucking cool, but you? You're absolutely stunning, gorgeous princess dick."
And just like that, his lips are on yours. So loving, so gentle, so savoring. So fucking yours.
You both stop moving except for your tongues against each other until you pull away, your lungs running out of air.
"Are you calm now? Now fuck me properly. I haven't even started telling you a fantasy about me lying on a beach in the Maldives and then you show up, serial foot sniffer, and fuck me in them and then kidnap me and I give you twenty-eight kids and thirty-three cats and then—"
warning: twt link. sub character. gender neutral reader. slight pet play. idk why im into it atm. tried to find solo vids but i gave up after not getting what i wanted.
rendering michael kaiser into shambles and a face puffed up from crying almost seems like a fever dream, something no one could believe. but here you are. his hair is unruly from all the times you've had to pull his head back to mark him up, breaking skin, sucking on his favorite spot to hear those precious whines of his.
his muscular body bumps against the creaking chair, shaking, quivering to the point of no return. he wants that stupid mask off. he is no dog, why should he wear this muzzle.
what kind of humiliation ritual is this?
kaiser's sturdy arms yank at his cuffs, huffing and puffing like a big ol' canine that can't escape from a cage. "ready to apologize?"
"what is there to apol- uhgg-gizeee forrr?" his dick weeps when you lean close to his face, your lips inches away from the muzzle. you're so close, he can feel your breath fan through the mask. his half lidded gaze falls upon your lips. "uhm- ahh... s-sorry?"
your eyes narrow. his bratty behavior can't be excused so easily, not when he can't even sound sincere. "you can do better than that, darling."
"come onnn," his voice breaks with a whine, "touch me again, i already 'pologized!!"
"nope." your thumb circles around the areola of his nipple, he flinches with a violent gasp. "we'll stay here until you pass out from sheer pleasure."
_J-just one more time, Oh! F-fuck - Bachira's broken voice echoed through the warm room, while his trembling thighs recovered from his recent orgasm, his breathing heavy and panting as he felt his penis give its final spasms.
His reddened penis, its flesh overstimulated, trembling in the pool of semen forming on your belly, his buttocks clenched against the silicone circumference fastened at your waist, massaging his own prostate with your toy, biting his lower lip while smiling mischievously and playfully.
_Are you sure you can continue, Megs? - Your voice made him shake his head positively, as he took a deep breath and straightened his posture again, his firm, workout legs being used to propel himself as he fucked himself with your strap-on.
_Y-yeah.. I just want one more.. I-I can do it - Holding back a few moans between sentences, Bachira slowly begins to move, one hand on his own toned stomach, a smile threatening to appear as he felt the toy's bulge against his belly.
_You really are a prostitute, addicted to my dick, you can't think about anything else, can you, darling? With your provocative words, he could only nod while drooling from the corner of his lips, increasing the speed, then returning to bouncing vigorously on your lap, you stretched him so well, and hit all his good spots.
His member throbbed weakly with the overwhelming pleasure, the next wave of orgasm seeming much more intense, causing him to roll his eyes and sweat dripped from his forehead. But did you know that if it were up to Bachira, this was far from over.
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖╭ ┆ CLEO'S BLUE LOCK KINKTOBER SERIES ; WEEK 1.2 ╰⊹
˗ˏˋ » HATE SEX ┆STARRING . . . SUB! SHIDOU RYUSEI & DOM! MALE READER ! ˎˊ˗
⌗ㆍノ proceed with caution! nsfw undercut, please be mindful that this work will contain ; cnc, rough sex, choking, and lots of breeding and dacryphilia. but other than that — enjoy reading ! ❛✒️❛
800+ words. kinktober masterlist.
“You think you can fucking get away with every shit you do, huh?”
Everything in you felt hot — from your temper, your own blood, and the rising tent in your pants. Your unbearable temper and arousal made it harder for you to think. Harder to control yourself.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re jealous over the smallest shit?” A bitter laugh came out of Shidou as he tried to push your hand away from his wrist, yet it only made your grip tighter — and it made you drag him into your shared room rougher.
“The fuck do you mean, “smallest shit”? You were all up on Sae like a fucking whore, can’t even score any goals without his stupid passes.”
You growled out your response, sending shivers down your lover’s spine. He tried to reciprocate the same enraged tone, but his aching core made it difficult for him to keep his stance stronger.
“N- not my fucking fault, he’s a better player than you, maybe if you didn’t think with your fucking dick, then I could’ve scored more goals with your passes.”
He spat out with mischief — not knowing the consequences he was about to face. Both of you were driven by the aftermath of a lost game and the sexual tension you had when he started ‘insulting’ you inside the men's locker room.
Now, you were dragging him to the room of your shared apartment, dragging him and throwing him on the bed without any remorse — without any room left for gentleness.
You didn’t even give him the chance to speak again; you shoved his face into the bed, earning a loud, struggling groan from him.
“I’m the one thinking with my dick? Really? And even if I was, I bet you’d fucking kneel down and suck it.” A laugh sparked from your throat, pushing his face on the mattress harder and pressing your aching bulge on his ass. Letting him feel every detail of your boner, letting him feel your hunger to ravish him.
You thrusted your hips, roughly slamming your hips against his ass. The fabric was the only thing restraining you from roughly fucking his hole. And the fact that you weren’t doing it right now only made your impatience grow. Yet you wanted him to feel the built-up tension he had given you. You wanted him to feel the intensity of your anger.
You grabbed a handful of his hair, roughly pulling it until his back arched beautifully and his ass was pressed into your hips harder — making him let out a sharp moan.
“I’ll fuck you until you can’t think of anything else other than my fucking dick.”
“S- shit, ah-a– aah! S- slow don— Ngh– Aah!”
Shidou’s ass bounced with your every thrust, and his voice came out ragged and worn from the countless times he screamed your name.
Your dick plowed in him, drilling his like there was no tomorrow. You groaned as his walls squeezed your dick in — thrusting harder and rougher. Giving his prostate no mercy as you abused it again and again for hours.
“Now you want me to fucking slow down? Look at you, smiling and moaning from my dick, I don’t think you really want me to stop, yeah?”
You slapped his ass, making him whimper weakly — his upper body now limp as you held his ass up for you to ravish. A drunken smile was plastered on his face, too dazed to even notice that his face told a completely different story from everything he was saying.
Your palm collided with his ass, getting even redder from your palms, and your hips roughly slamming onto his ass.
You left him no room or time to breathe and catch up. Before he could even notice and prepare, just when he came, you slammed your hips as deep as you could — your twitching cock releasing all the pent-up cum you’ve been holding back.
His tongue lolled out of his panting mouth, eyes rolling back to his skull until his head started to spin around. His whole mind was fucked, making him unable to speak properly and babble nonsense. Ass bouncing on your cock weakly as you filled his hole up with your cum until it started to leak, yet your hips were still slamming into him at a rough pace.
His legs started trembling, his own dick shooting a thin string of cum whilst he moaned out loud.
“Fucking slut.”
You pulled out, watching him tremble and release his own fluid — his own legs struggling to keep himself up as it shook like a leaf. His hole was left with a huge gape, twitching from the aftershocks of your rough thrusts and huge cock — now filled with your sticky and thick cum. Filling his hole until he could feel the warmth of your fluids reach the deepest parts of his insides.
He collapsed on the bed, shaking, a fucked out expression was plastered on his face — too dazed to fix his crossed eyes and drooling mouth. Too dazed to notice you positioning yourself behind him again.
“We’re not done yet, Ryu. You’re not ruined enough.”
Your darling boy on his knees in the middle of the room, hands tied behind his back, a leather strap connecting them to the back of his collar, wearing little else other than his your shirt that’s too large for him and the pretty marks you left behind on him. Slick drips between his legs, mixed with your release from the past two hours. His mind is a jumbled mess, his eyes hazy with pleasure and love. You let him stay there as you clean yourself up, dressing in your suit as you get ready to go back to your office. His eyes follow you pleadingly, but he doesn’t voice his impatience.
After minutes of getting ready, you finally walk back to him, standing in front of him, amusement filling your eyes as you see him visibly relax. He leans towards you, chin resting on your stomach, looking up at you with those pretty eyes. You run your hands through his hair for a few seconds, before grabbing his jaw with a little more force than necessary, earning a surprised whine from him. You press your thumb into the side of his jaw and he reflexively opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. You lean forward, taking his tongue in your mouth, swirling and suckling on it until you feel him slump against you, eyes rolling back as he gasps for breath. Satisfied, you kneel in front of him, letting him lean into you, head resting in the crook of your neck as you reach behind and untie the leather straps over his wrists and neck. You gently caress the faint red marks left behind by them, leaving one last feathery kiss over the corner of his lips before you grab your bag and head off to your office.
PART. 1 ! ︵︵ sypnosis : the bllk boys discovering the beginning of his submission (?.
link to part two !
𓄹𓈒 yoichi isagi , reo mikage , seishiro nagi
⸺ top male reader
﹏⠀ׄ⠀ Yoichi Isagi :
⸺ Isagi has always been someone who thrives on recognition and validation. He lives for those moments when his skills are acknowledged, when he feels like he’s making a difference, when someone tells him that he’s doing great. But it wasn’t until you came into the picture that he realized just how much your words affected him.
⸺ At first, he thought it was normal—after all, he liked being praised, right? But then you started doing it in ways that left him completely off guard. A simple "good job, Yocchan," said in a low, smooth tone after a match, your fingers barely brushing his sweat-dampened hair? That had him completely losing focus for the next few minutes.
⸺ And you noticed. It didn’t take you long to realize that whenever you praised him directly, with intensity in your voice, Isagi would react in the most adorably helpless way. His lips would part slightly, his eyes would flicker with something unspoken, and sometimes—if you were close enough—you could hear the way his breath hitched for just a second.
⸺ One day, you decided to take it a step further. After watching him score a goal, you pulled him aside, leaned in close, and murmured, "You looked so good out there." His face turned completely red. His hands clenched into fists, his body stiffened, and he stammered something incoherent before looking away, desperately trying to regain his composure.
⸺ That’s when you knew. Compliments were his kryptonite. And if you ever wanted to see him break, all you had to do was whisper something sweet with a bit too much confidence.
﹏⠀ׄ⠀ Reo Mikage :
⸺ Reo is used to taking the lead. He’s confident, he knows what he wants, and he’s never had a problem going after it. But for some reason, when it’s you taking control, he absolutely melts.
⸺ It started with small things—placing your hand on the small of his back to guide him through a crowded space, casually hooking a finger under his chin to tilt his head up, pulling him by the wrist with just enough force to make it clear that you were in charge.
⸺ At first, he brushed it off, laughing it away like it was nothing. But you saw the way his breath faltered each time, the way his fingers twitched slightly, the way he swallowed a little too hard when you did it without warning.
⸺ The moment you realized how much he loved it? You had casually placed your hands on his hips to move him aside while saying, "let me through, swettie " he froze.
⸺ It was barely a second, but you saw the way his pupils dilated slightly, the way his lips parted as if he was about to say something but completely forgot how to speak. And when he finally stepped aside, he did it almost robotically, like his brain was still catching up with what just happened.
⸺ After that, you made sure to test the limits—pulling him into you when he wasn’t expecting it, whispering "stay still" in his ear just to see if he could obey. Spoiler alert: he couldn’t.
﹏⠀ׄ⠀ Seishiro Nagi :
⸺ Nagi doesn’t care about a lot of things. He’s lazy, indifferent, and rarely puts effort into anything unless it’s truly worth his time. But for some reason, he cares so much when it comes to you.
⸺ It started out simple—he began noticing the small things you did for him. You’d grab his water bottle before he even asked, adjust his hoodie when it slid off his shoulder, remind him to eat when he got too distracted with his phone. And each time you did something for him, he’d just… stare.
⸺ Not in a creepy way. More like in complete awe.
⸺ One day, when you casually handed him a towel after practice, he took it but didn’t move. He just blinked at you, gripping the fabric a little too tightly, before mumbling, "…you’re spoiling me."
⸺ But he didn’t stop you. And you noticed something else— Nagi never initiated much, but when you did, he followed effortlessly. If you tugged on his sleeve, he’d move. If you tilted his chin up, he wouldn’t resist. If you told him to do something in that smooth, confident voice of yours, he’d do it without even thinking.
⸺ So, naturally, you started pushing the boundaries.
⸺ One evening, as he lazily lay on the couch, you ran your fingers through his hair and said "sit up." And without hesitation, without question, he did.
⸺ That’s when you knew— Nagi wasn’t just being spoiled. He was waiting to be led.
