there is literally not a single thought in my head other than wanting to spoil reo or isagi ROTTEN in bed. they’re just so sweet taking care of everyone around them and now it’s their turn to be taken care of. i just need to praise and shower them in love.
The sweetest things in the world deserve the most mind-blowing pleasure and comfort.
MASTERLIST is here.
#a.n. : they really deserve it, right!! Isagi after the last chapters of the manga especially... My poor boys :(
!!Warnings: top!SOFTdom!male!reader, pillow princesses!Reo and Isagi, praise (very much), fingering, anal sex, protected(!) sex, nipples play, Reo has a boobs(idk, I just want to squeeze his pecs), crying, many kisses, pretty wholesome.
Isagi Yoichi.
"Hey? How are you feeling, baby? Is everything okay, hmm?" your voice is gently carried over his ear, to which he can only nod and mumble something unintelligible. "Come on, say something."
Isagi swallows dryly, looking at you with eyes clouded by lust, love, and the sensations of the previous two orgasms, and barely whispers: "Ye-yes, [Your name], just fine... Although... A l-little slower?"
Your thrusts become slower on an almost instinctive level, but they remain just as deep to make sure that you constantly hit the sweet spot that your sweet boy NEEDS.
Until his brain melts, until he forgets all the players on his and someone else's team, until he forgets why he was mad at them... Until the very word football disappears from his brain.
"Great, baby, whatever you say. Anything else?" he just whimpered at your question, trying to get his brain to work for at least five seconds by grabbing the sheets next to his head while he looked at you with teary eyes.
"...Hug?" Yoichi practically hisses, coughing a couple of times, your thrusts immediately slow down, which is why he closes his eyes, opening them only when he feels a drop of water on his lips.
"Drink it, honey, come on," you gently press the neck of the open bottle against his lips and he greedily gulps down the cool liquid until you remove the half-empty bottle from his lips.
You kiss him on the cheek, leaning over his body. Your chest is pressed against his chest, and his arms immediately wrap around your shoulders, squeezing you. You resume your thrusts, lifting his hips slightly to increase the angle of the thrusts.
You can hear him sobbing into your hair, moaning with every thrust, while you kiss his neck and chin, leaving hickeys there from time to time. The way his tears run down your hair. The way his fingers dig into your back, even though your thrusts aren't that hard. The way his cock twitches against your stomach.
You feel every cell. Every dangerously pressed part of his body against your own. Even the way his heart beats, which is exactly like your own rhythm.
"Fuck, so tight... Such a good boy, you take me so well. Do you think you can cum again?"
Isagi hardly hears your words, he just feels with his being that this is something pleasant and his cheeks turn even more red as he tries to figure out if his body can take more.
"Yeah..?"
He mutters, biting his lower lip, not sure if he can. But at least he'll try, for your sake. Although in this situation, you obviously won't be satisfied with such a sacrifice.
"Are you sure? I don't want to overexcite you, honey," your lips touch his lips to stop him from gnawing on his bottom one.
His hips immediately move up, and his hands tangle in your hair as he responds to a slow, almost savoring kiss from your side. The beautiful blue eyes close and a couple more tears flow out of them.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure... Just don't stop, please?" he chirps between kisses, biting your tongue in the process, which makes you pull away, looking at his sweetest face, and then wiping the tears from his eyes.
If he wants something, he'll get it.
Reo Mikage.
"Please, please, m-my love... Please," Reo bubbles, tilting his head back while he sat on your lap.
All you've been doing for the last fifteen minutes is finger him, and your mouth is literally glued to his nipple, as it seemed to Reo. Your hand felt his chest, as if he had tits, as if there was something to knead except muscles, although you didn't really care.
"Relax, I want you to completely relax," you whisper as your tongue runs over his nipple, and with the tip you deliberately press on the hollow in his nipple, forcing him to squeeze your thighs harder.
"I would have relaxed faster if you hadn't been pretending to be a newborn," Reo chuckles softly, biting his lips with the pleasure of your long fingers inside him, moving so smoothly and precisely where he needs them.
You just smile back, moving to the other nipple, which makes Reo moan, arching his back, and one of his hands gets tangled in your hair.
You can feel his hips moving slightly on your lap, trying to make your thrusts with your fingers even deeper, while his mouth opens in quiet, almost inaudible moans and rare praises from his lips to motivate you to continue.
"The main thing is that you feel good. What difference does it make how I behave? You like it," he just smiles at these words, but nods convulsively when your fingers poke exactly the spongy point that he needs.
"That's right... So just keep going, yeah?" Reo exhales, pushing his head back, and then shudders slightly as he feels you lowering him onto the bed, hovering over him in the same position.
His fingers grab your shoulders, trying to hold you in place, on his chest, not that you're going to run away, of course. His hips lazily moved to the beat of your fingers, trying to push them even deeper, although doing nothing to do so.
Your free hand squeezed one of his pecs, massaging that hard but pleasant muscle, stroking the pink, hard bump on it with the tip of your tongue, causing his purple eyes to close, fluttering.
His sweet sounds echoed throughout the room as his body lay flat on the soft pillows, allowing you to do whatever you want for his own pleasure. Reo wanted to cry just from the thought that you were completely focused on his pleasure, even if it didn't look like it considering how hard you were sucking on his chest.
But it warmed him up like hell, and he did... He wanted the same thing.
"Can I do something for you too? I'm embarrassed that you're aroused without any friction," Reo asks, kissing the top of your head, making you finally pull away from his nipple, which makes him sigh softly as the cold hits his wet nipple.
"Stay down, Mr. Mikage. Relax, stop thinking about your humble servant," you smirk, kissing his fingers on your face, and then bending down and kissing him, causing his body to melt instantly.
Although he immediately twitched when he felt a third finger enter him and he hit you on the shoulder, throwing his head back with a loud half moan, half sob.
"Warn me next time..." Reo whispers, frowning, even though he doesn't do anything to stop you.
He just lies there relaxed, letting all thoughts disappear from his pretty little head, watching as your mouth cups his nipple again and just sighs contentedly.
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Isagi knew the consequences of his disobedience— but the thrill and pain of punishment keeps him addicted.
Sub! Isagi Yoichi x Dom! GN! amab! Reader
CW: aged up characters (isagi is a pro player), not mentioned below but u r his manager, pet play, leashes, vibrators, anal sex, deep throating, very rough sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, breeding, filming, semi public sex is mentioned, idk what else to warn but we’re gonna make him cry so hard yes
MINORS DNI. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors
He knew what would face him the moment he opens the door of your shared apartment.
The silent treatment he’s receiving right now drove him crazy. Every time he’d approach or talk to you— silence. You didn’t even kissed him back when his lips pecked yours. This night was hell for him, really.
“What the hell did I do wrong?!”
He shouldn’t be asking that, though. Because he knew damn well what he did.
Earlier this day, he had a complete rage meltdown on the field. Basically insulting almost everyone, just because they didn’t either pass well or score with his pass.
You had to scold him countless of times to keep his anger down. Both of you knew that Isagi is a sweet guy out of the game and that his rage fest is just part of his ego during games. But you kept insisting him to control it. Since he is a pro-player and has a reputation ahead of him.
So when you scolded him during that game— he also snapped on you. Insulting you before walking out of the room.
And after that, you gave him nothing but the silent treatment until you both went home.
So, is he aware of what he did? Definitely.
But is he going to admit it and apologize without any punishment? Definitely not.
“You’re really tough today, huh.”
You tugged on the blue leash wrapped around his neck, causing his head to reel back and his back to arch beautifully. His attempt to crawl away from you was no use, you easily pulled him back, causing his ass to fall on the ground.
Isagi’s mouth gaped, drool dripping down the sides of his lips. His breath ragged harder as the leash tightly closed around his neck while you pulled on it until his body was pushed back the ground, his back hitting the ground.
“Come on, puppy. You don’t have run away from me if you just apologized.”
He tried to stand up again, standing on all fours to get up. But you kicked him to the ground. He fell to the ground, his chest hitting the ground this time. A pained groan escaped his lips.
“I don’t do anything wro— a-aah~!”
“Puppies don’t behave like a bitch, Yoichi.” You pressed on the vibrator’s button harder. Its settings set to the highest level.
Isagi whimpered loudly, the sensation of the leash straining his breathing and a vibrator shoved down his ass was too much. Legs and arms shaking while he kept struggling to stand up, or even get up in all fours.
“Can’t stand up? Here, let me help.” The growl in your voice made Isagi whimper louder, knowing what was prepared for him.
You aggressively pulled on his leash. Pulling on it hard. Too hard for his own sake. His upper body was sent reeling back until he sat up. The force from pulling his leash made him choke on air, his mouth made a gurgling noise while he weakly tugged on his leash. Making a weak attempt to pry off the tight leash.
He let out heavy breaths, trying to recover with the rough treatment. His mind was too hazy to process the pain and pleasure he’s feeling, too dumbed out. He wasn’t even aware that you were already unbuttoning your pants.
“Since your stupid mouth can’t say anything fucking useful, might as well put it to good use.”
Isagi’s eyes widened when he felt a sharp pain on his scalp, his blue hair bunched up on your hand, aggressively pulling on it to make him face your huge cock.
He hated oral sex, not because he wasn’t into it. In fact, he loved the idea of swallowing your cock whole. What he hated is— your cock was as long as his face and is wider than he could even fathom. Every time he gave you oral, he couldn’t seem to fit your length whole into his tight throat, and he hated that. And you knew he hated it, so whenever you were truly pissed at him is when you use his throat.
And right now, you are so fucking pissed at him.
“W- wai—“ He didn’t even get any time to protest, not that he deserved to. The head of your cock pushed into his mouth roughly. You didn’t care how dry his throat is, you didn’t care how he still screamed whilst you pushed inside his throat.
You still kept on thrusting, letting him gag and choke around you. The tip of your length kissing the back of his throat everytime you thrusted deep.
His hands weakly gripped your hips for support, his body was too weak to push your thrusts back while the vibration in his ass kept going.
Whimpers and strangled moan came out of his mouth muffled. With every sound he makes, it sent a vibration to your cock which made you growl a moan under your breath.
You looked down at Isagi with a glare, watching how his blue eyes crossed and rolled back to his head. Sweat and tears trickled down his face. The sight below you made your cock throb, especially when you saw how his throat was showing a prominent bulge from your large cock. Thrusting deeper and harder, giving him no time for recovery.
You took one of his hands and placed his palm on top of his throat.
“Do you feel how deep my cock is, Puppy?” You whispered, dragging his palms across his throat that bulged in sync with your rough thrusts. Isagi didn’t answer your question, his mind starting to become fucked out. You buried your cock deep down in one go, keeping his head pinned down your crotch. “I said, do you feel my cock?”
The tip of his nose touched your crotch, every inch of your huge cock buried deep down his throat. He looked up to you, his blue eyes shining while tears were flowing out his eyes. Without hesitation, his hands moved on its own. His own hands gripping his throat tightly while he nodded his head, feeling the details of your cock through his skin.
To your surprise, you felt his grip on his throat tighten, his palms slowly and tightly dragging across your bulge as if he was jerking you off through his throat.
“Fuck. That was hot, puppy.” You groaned in pleasure, completely lost in euphoria with how tightly his throat was hugging your cock. The walls of his throat that was once dry, now sloppy and wet, full of saliva and precum that all became frothy inside because of your inhuman speed of thrust.
Isagi was moaning and whimpering louder and more whilst he dragged his cock on the rough carpet floor beneath him. He was close, so were you. So you thrusted faster, if that was even possible.
His legs shook like a leaf, his muscled thighs clenching and twitching uncontrollably. His neglected cock started spurting a white, thick liquid. His cum was a lot, it lasted a few minutes of spurting cum until his cock fell limp.
You also neared your high, you felt your cock twitch and the sensation of Isagi’s throat made your cock even more sensitive. You pulled on his hair harder and thrusted deep in his mouth. Looking into his dazed eyes, completely lost in pleasure.
You pulled away, finally letting him breathe. He chased his breath, panting heavily while he stuck his tongue out while chasing his breath. His throat felt hot and sticky, from the continuous rubbing of your cock and cum along with his own saliva.
Your cum was too much, he could barely swallow half of it. The rest of your cum was dripping out of his mouth, his tongue was covered in your secretions as it slowly dripped down on his heaving chest.
Isagi tried to stand up, he thought it was over already. When you’d punish him usually, it would only last a round. But today, he was wrong.
You pulled on his collar again, dragging him to the bed you both shared. A surprised yelp escaped his lips, it all happened so fast, he couldn’t even blink before he was thrown into the bed like a sack. Good thing the bed was soft, his chest hit the mattress and his hands immediately gripped the sheets.
“You think this is over? You really pissed me the fuck off, puppy… So right now, I don’t care if you want me to stop,” You pulled on his leash, his back arching from the force of your pull. He whined loudly when your free hand twisted his nipple and you bit into his neck. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t disrespect me again.”
Your hand left his nipple and collided with his bare ass. Your palm hitting his smooth skin. He moaned loudly, the sounds escaping his mouth started becoming more high pitched and spent from the overstimulation and throat fucking he received earlier.
You slapped his ass, again and again. Your palm hitting every side and surface of his ass until the whole of his ass is burning red. His thighs shook with every hit, the pain was starting to become unbearable for him whilst the vibration in his ass kept going. The pain and pleasure all mixing into one and making his mind turn into putty.
He tried to move away from your hand, but it was no use with how he kneeled between you and the bed, you were also pulling on his leash with an iron grip. Rendering him completely trapped under your punishment.
The vulnerable state you had him in made him weak, pleasure build up inside of him as a familiar sensation crept its way between his legs. The vibrator, the pain, the humiliation. His legs shook like a leaf again, a dull white liquid poured out his weeping cock. He sobbed as he came, completely dumb and humiliated from cumming untouched.
“What a whore puppy.” You commented, freehand grabbing one of his ass cheeks and rubbing it to soothe his red skin.
Your palm collided with his ass one last time, it was the hardest one he felt out of the countless slaps he received. And in one swift move, you pulled out the vibrator in his ass. Leaving him a whining and gaped mess.
His hole clenched around nothing, completely empty and filled with a tacky half-dried lube.
“Is this the only way to keep you obedient, huh? Do you want me to fuck you in the middle of your stupid games so your stupid fucking mouth stop?” Isagi moaned on your words, the lack of air and overwhelming pain and pleasure made him senseless. His responses became moans, whines, or incoherent words.
“Answer properly, slut.” You slapped his ass. He whined, trying to recompose himself. He heard your words, but his mind and mouth couldn’t process his thoughts and make it into words.
“[n- name]…” Isagi mustered out of his mouth, his face red as humiliation took over him.
“I didn’t tell you to say my name, pup.” Your hand caressed his arched back, earning a whine from his, shuddering under your touch.
Both your hands went to Isagi’s ass cheeks, spreading them until his empty, gaping hole was in display for you. You gathered saliva in your mouth before spitting on his hole. He whimpered as he felt the warm glob of liquid splatter on the ring of his hole. Without hesitation— you thrusted your whole length into him. No stretching, no prep, no warning.
Isagi screamed on top of his lungs, his voice ragged as moans and groans escaped his mouth when you thrusted inside him without any warning. Even though his hole gaped from the vibrator, it couldn’t compare to the sensation your length gave.
At first, your pace was slow, yet deep and rough. Slamming into him roughly, then slowly dragging your length back until your tip kissed his rim, then slamming into him until your crotch collided with his ass.
Isagi kept whining and gasping when you dragged your cock out of him slowly, his legs trembling every second you dragged your cock out of him painfully slow. And when you slammed inside and your tip kissed the bundle of nerve on his prostate, every air left his body as he screamed. Each thrust made his cock drip out a bit of his cum. Always cumming incompletely from just the second of attention his prostate has been getting, always not enough for him to cum completely.
Your pace felt like an endless torture, it was driving the blue-haired boy crazy every second. His body screaming for rest while his cock and prostate also begged for more attention. You dragged this pace for so long, too mesmerized with how his ass bounced with every slam of your thrust and how his thighs kept trembling with every drag.
“You still haven’t answered my question, whore.”
You were near, your cock twitched more with every drag and cock starting to turn sensitive with how you felt Isagi’s tight, gummy walls close around you more.
“Are you a nasty, disobedient dog that loves getting used like a whore?”
You grabbed on his leash and pulled on it until his back arched from the sheets.
Your thrust quickened and became merciless, each movement turning every part of Isagi weak. It was deep, rough, and insanely fast. Your precum, spit, and lube caused his insides to squelch loudly as you thrusted into him mercilessly.
“Y-yes— I-I’m a nasty dog. i’m a nasty and disobedient dog that loves getting used! I’m a whore— A-aahh—! A whoooree~!”
Isagi screamed, loud enough to wake the whole building of your apartment. His eyes rolled back as tears uncontrollably rolled to his red cheeks, his tongue lolled out as he panted on your cock. His own small cock came again and again, spurting out a clear white liquid uncontrollably, unable to stop from the pain and pleasure.
His ass bounced with each one of your thrust, his smooth skin rippling continuously, turning even red from your uncontrollably hard thrusts. You felt like a rabid animal, your free hand digging onto Isagi’s ass until your nails scarred his skin. Earning a whimper from him, his sobs and moans getting louder each second.
His cock was so spent, twitching and plopping while limp, unable to produce anymore cum from the uncountable amount of times he already came.
But that didn’t stop you. You tugged on his leash until his upper body lifted from the stained sheet, Isagi’s moans started becoming strangled. Then, your hands slapped his ass, before going to his cock.
Isagi’s eyes widened. Even though he had came for who knows how many times already, then he felt introduced to a whole new sensation when you jerked off his spent yet abandoned cock.
“Cum for me one more time, puppy.”
“Y- Yes— Yes! Yes, master…~”
Isagi didn’t hesitate to comply, too fucked out to even disobey you again. His whole body shaking and convulsing from the pleasure, his hips moving in sync with your thrusts. Your cock hitting deeper than it already has.
You felt your high coming, tugging on the leash harder as your thrusts became messy, sloppy, and rough. Then, you felt a warm liquid spurt out your tip and the knot in your stomach started to ease pleasurably. You slammed into him as hard as you can, your cum reaching the deepest parts of his insides.
The blue-haired male moaned when he felt your warm liquids fill him up to the brim. As if all his organs were being flooded with your thick cum, he was already convinced your cum could penetrate through his make it out his mouth with the amount of cum you planted in him.
Finally, your thrusts slowed down. Easing your thrusts as you fucked him through your high. Isagi sobbed under you, your cum leaking out of his puffy hole. Moaning tiredly until you finished with your thrusts.
Your cocked pulled out of his hole. You looked at the man in front of you— spent like a whore. His hole gaped wide and leaked with gallons of your cum. His legs still lightly trembling, his body still not over the punishment you gave.
Taking your phone laid on your bedside, you turned on your camera and took a video of his spent hole. Snapping a few photos and videos of your finished work. Your fingers even intruded his cum filled hole and dug out your cum in him, he whined in response as he felt himself slowly get emptier. When your finger tipped the bundle of muscled on his prostate, he moaned one last time, a thin spurt of clear watery cum came out his tip. You chuckled when he came again, ending the video and throwing your phone to the side.
You leaned down on his weak frame. Fixing the hairs sticking on his forehead because of sweat. Your lips gently pecked his cheeks again and again, your hand releasing him from his leash. He lightly gasped for air, you immediately shushed him for comfort. Rubbing on the red marks the leash left gently. Kissing his neck to ease the pain.
Isagi sobbed, crying for real. He turned his head to you and looked at you with puppy eyes.
“I’m so sorry, master. I won’t disobey you again…”
You shushed him gently, kissing his lips and letting him and his sobs melt on your lips. Both of you indulging each other’s mouths. Isagi moaned lightly to the kiss, still fucked out.
“It’s fine, my puppy. Just don’t do it again, okay?”
Isagi nodded quickly, his shaking legs and arms wrapped around your frame while you carried him to the bathroom. A warm bath ready for both of you.
-
The next time Isagi rages on field, whenever his words would get too harsh. You’d immediately shut him up by sending him pictures and videos of his punishment.
[name] ❤️
Shut the fuck up, puppy.
Behave.
<sent: attachments>
When you started using that method, he would always end the game with apologies. Preparing to get fucked gently in the restroom stalls as a reward for his obedience.
Warnings: Sub/bottom isagi, sub/top bachira, mlm, anal sex, AFAB! reader because of mentions of pegging, but rest is Gn!, overstimulation, doggy style, picture taking, hand job, praise, nickname "baby" once for Isagi
A/N: This is my longest fic yet ! I hope I dont write anything else this long cause how tf am i supposed to write 31 days of this shit
You and Isagi have been dating for a long time. Four years and one hundred and two days to be exact. A long time for people in their twenties, but you loved him, and could never dream about ending it with him.
The two of you had much time to experiment in bed due to how long your relationship has been. Finding out Isagi was more submissive in these types of acts made it much easier for the two of you, and with that knowledge the both of you were determined to find something new and exciting as often as you can.
So you have tried many things: roleplay, pegging, bondage, strap sucking, sounding, almost everything you can think of, well that are “softer” in the kink domain at least.
But there are still some things the two of you have not tried.
“You want me to fuck my best friend in front of you?” Your boyfriend exclaims, eyebrowed raised and mouth open in shock.
“”Best friends”! I am blush–”
“Well he’s actually going to fuck you,” You interrupt, glancing at Bachira who is now staring at Isagi with stars in his eyes.
The dark-haired boy points to himself in confusion, still processing the information. His cheeks warm, and he gulps as he looks over at his soccer partner. The other shoots him a wink and grins as if nothing was amiss. “Yep. Unless you want to fuck me, I am good with that too! Y/N just said you like to take it up–” Isagi covers his mouth in an instant, blushing profusely and looking away.
He glances back at you, squirming slightly under your gaze. “Isn’t this…Cheating?”
You lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips, and he melts into it, calming his nerves instantly. “I am asking you to do it,” You say, rubbing your finger along his jaw, with a small reassuring smile.
Bachira sits quietly, but expectantly. The only rule he has was to listen to your commands and the rest was on him. He loved Isagi, so it’s not like he would ever cause him harm, so you weren’t too worried about it.
Isagi nods at you and then turns back to the other boy, the nerves picking up when he makes eye contact with his best friend. “S-Sooooo how do we begi–”
Bachira tackles his best friend with a kiss, pushing the two of them down onto the bedsheets. You chuckle at the eagerness, and Isagi lets out a surprised yelp as his back slams into the mattress.
You grab a pillow and prop it up against the headboard and relax against it, now having a comforting view. The two of them lay in front of you, Bachira still on top, while your boyfriend occasionally sends you glances, as to ask Is this really okay? To which you nod, and hum in encouragement.
Slowly, Isagi begins to relax into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Bachiras tongue to slip in. It’s different from your kisses — his are sloppy, and maybe even too much tongue. Still, he doesn’t mind it, though it’s weird to think that he would be kissing someone other than you.
Bachira is the first to pull away, straddling Isagi’s waist and pulling off his shirt. Then he leans forward and helps pulls the other boys off. His lips are back on the boys in an instant, moaning lightly into the kiss. Isagi runs his hands up to the back of the other’s hair, and gently tugs.
Bachira in return mewls into his mouth and bites Isagis lip. The boy yelps out and pulls away, now touching his lip. He turns to you with a small pout. “He bit me!” Then back to Bachira. “You bit me!”
Meguru pants out, “You pulled my hair though? Thought you wanted me to rough you up?”
Isagi fumes at this and turns at you not knowing what to say. You laugh at the two and pat Bachira on his head, considering he is closest to you. “Yoichi is a little bit of a princess. Gotta be treated with care,” You tease, smiling as you run your fingers through the boy’s brown hair.
Your boyfriend grumbles something along the lines of, “I am not a princess,” as he begins to pull off his pants. You grin at him and bark a small laugh.
Bachira on the other hand is soaking up your touch. He seems to purr into it, leaning into the hand. “I’d let you rough me up,” He mumbles with a smile, turning his head to lick your palm.
You raise your eyebrows at his boldness and Isagi scoffs. “Thought you were fucking me?”
“Oooooh Isagi you are jealous little thing aren’t ya? I’m coming, Im coming!” Bachira replies, smiling widely. He seems to pounce on the other before he could murmur a complaint.
The two continue on and you hum, feeling your own arousal begin to build up. You watch Bachiras hand slip down Isagis’s boxers, and he jumps with a small yelp falling from his lips. “Hands are cold,” He complains to no one in imparticular, before slipping Bachiras pants off.
They both stare at eachother and gulp. The have seen eachother naked in the locker room, hell even Bachira walks around bare every time he gets an opportunity to, but this was different. They were both pulsing, completely hard under each other’s gaze — it was slightly embarrassing. Isagi spares you a glance, and you smile at him. “Different than usual?”
“Y-Yeah. You can say that.”
Bachira chuckles and pulls Isagi back into the kiss, hoping to ease the embarrassment.
The two of them begin grinding against each other, lead by the brown-haired boy. They both are groaning out, pulling away from one another and panting. You take this time to take an indulgent look at the two of their cocks. Isagis is slightly larger, but not by much. Bachiras is thinner, but long.
“Like what you see?” Bachira grins at you, his face red from his movements.
You chuckle at him, crossing your legs and leaning forward. “You are so pretty Meguru,” You purr, just out of curiosity to see his reaction.
He giggles in return, blushing slightly and then burying his head into Isagis neck. “Mhmmm! You are so lucky Isagi!”
Isagis hazy eyes flicker to yours and he frowns. “Don’t pout at me. You are just as pretty and you know that ‘chi.”
He seems to take a liking to this answer, so he wraps his arms around Bachiras neck. The dark-haired boy whispers, “You going to do it or not?” into the other’s ear.
“On it boss!” Meguru nods frantically, and begins to prod his finger at Isagis entrance.
“He’s already prepped," You interrupt before Bachira could question it. "Did it earlier, told him we had a surprise." Isagi slightly blushes, but nods in agreement.
Meguru lets out a long drawn-out whine. “No fair. You guys are taking away all the fun.”
You laugh at the boy, but shrug. Isagi mumbles out a halfhearted, “Sorry man."
Suddenly Isagi is being flipped. He now lays on his stomach, eyes wide, and staring directly at you. He gulps and gives you a small awkward wave. You chuckle and lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek.
“From behind?” You question, as you pull away from your boyfriend. Bachira begins to pour lube onto his fingers, and directly on the source, causing Isagi to shiver from the coolness of it.
“Thought you would like seeing Isagis face! Or um, both of ours?” The last part came out as more of a mumble, unsure of his place here.
You lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. Isagi lets out a small shocked noise, and Bachira moans into your mouth, eager by the act of affection.
You pull away with a small grin, and Bachira stares at you with heavy-lidded eyes. “I’d love to see it.”
The boy giggles again in response and you smile softly at him. Isagi calls out your name, craning his neck up toward you to give you easier access. You press your lips to his, holding him up by his chin. He groans into your mouth, beginning to inch his tongue in.
Suddenly his eyes fly open and he lets out a broken moan. You pull away to see Bachira behind him, pressing his tip inside already. His hands lay on the other’s hips, and he stares, slightly panting and pressing more of himself in.
“Impatient, are we?” You question, eyes meeting his yellow ones.
“Ba–ahhh! S-Slow down! I cant–” Isagi hisses, gnawing on the pillow to help ease the intense sensation. Bachira was bigger than anything he has taken before. He was used to smaller toys, and always seem to tremble at the thought of taking something big. This was a whole new feeling for the boy.
He trembles slightly, and Bachira huffs, wiping away a strand from his forehead. “S-So tight, Isagi. I thought you were prepped?”
“I am, asshole! You are going too fast!”
“Yoichi, play nice. He didn’t know,” You coo, brushing back his bangs and sparing him a warm smile. He whines at you, pouting lightly when you take the other side. “But Meguru, take it slow. He’s never taken anything of your size.”
Bachira seems to perk up at this, tearing his eyes from Isagis hips to you. “You think I’m big?”
“Don’t let it get to your head egoist.”
He seems to like this answer, grinning at you, but nodding. “Mines bigger,” Isagi mumbles into the pillow, his back slightly arched to meet Bachiras hips.
Bachira begins to move again, finally bottoming out. The blue hair boy keens at the feeling, a small yelp falling from his lips. He shuts his eyes and waits for himself to get adjusted. “Hmm you’re right. Maybe then next time we can switch positions!”
Isagi barks a laugh, grateful in the moment for his best friend’s upbeat energy. It seems to ease away the discomfort. After a couple more seconds, he just feels strangely full, less uncomfortable overall.
You watch as Bachira rests his hands on Isagis hips. He sits on his knees from behind the other who is still on all fours. Both of them are flushed red, slightly from the feeling and slightly from the whole thing in general. Never would have thought that they would be fucking each other.
You hum at Bachira, snapping him out of his thoughts. Your eyes tell him to move, so he nods and pulls out, and then in again.
The two begin to pant, and Bachira keeps to a slow but deep pace, while Isagi is staring up at you. He blinks at you, mouth open to take in more air, and eyes beginning to fog.
You smile at him and pat his head. “Doing so good Yoichi. Does Megurus cock feel good?”
At the sound of his name, Bachira begins to pick up the pace. He tightens his grip on the other’s hips, and furrows his eyebrows, focusing now on the task at hand.
Isagi moans out at the change of pace. His eyes slightly roll and he nods at you. “Mhmmm. G-Good.”
Meguru smiles at this, his own moans slipping past him. They are higher in pitch, whiny even, contrasting Isagis lower sort of grumbles of moans. Both were equally cute. With each second, Bachira grows more confident. The sound of slapping skin fills the air, along with an assortment of sounds.
“Isagis ass feels s-so good! C-Cant get enough of it!” Bachira exclaims, collapsing forward on top of the other, his hands falling next to Isagis shoulders. He presses his chest against the boy’s back when the other’s knees begin to give out.
The two of their faces were inches away from your crossed legs, Isagis now tear-streaked halfway buried into the pillow. It was cute to see him like this, with every breath a whimpery moan escapes, and he was trembling under the weight of it. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You are going too hard!”
You peer up at Bachira, who is panting heavily now, a small fucked out grin on his face as he seems to only chase his own pleasure. When he feels your gaze, he slightly frowns, afraid you’ll tell him off. “No, please don’t make me slow down! Feels good. I can’t!”
To prove his point, he reaches under Isagi and begins to stroke him off. The blue-haired boys whole body seems to jerk, and a whole new set of tears drip down his cheek. “F-Fuck! Not both at o-once,” he pleads, gripping the pillow with trembling hands.
You don’t say anything, even when Isagi glances up at you with wet, glassy eyes. His whole face is red, and his body bounces toward you with each thrust. You reach down and rub his tears away, and he sniffles at you, before letting out a loud whiny moan when he feels the other graze his prostate.
“Did you think that at yesterday’s practice, that only the next day your partner would be fucking you in the ass?” You say above the lewd squelching noises.
Bachira giggles at this, even if the question wasn’t directed to him. “I was–I was so excited!” He sighs, shivering slightly from above him. “It’s better than I thought it would be. Isagi is so warm. And–And t-tight!”
Isagi fumes at both of your statements, his whole face bright pink. The tears don’t make his case any better. He looks absolutely adorable right now, already fucked out. He slightly shakes his head, looking away.
You pull at your phone and point it at the two heads, wanted to keep this photo in your collection of Isagis fucked dumb faces. Bachira takes notice of this and immediately tries to grin, but it comes out wobbly and his eyes are half-lidded. Isagi doesn’t even try to change positions, too fucked out to even care. Meguru takes this time to plunge a finger into his mouth, pulling at the skin to form a makeshift smile.
It doesn’t work, instead, it just makes Isagi drool even more, and his tongue begins to hang out. You snap the picture and press a kiss to both of their cheeks in thanks. Bachira blushes and tries to smile, while Isagi doesn’t even react, seeming to be in his own little world.
He is completely limp by this time, his legs given out, but you can see him slightly buck his hips into Bachiras hand. He’s mumbling something along the line of, “So good. ’s so good.”
Suddenly, he tenses up and grips at the sheets. His whole body begins to shake and he lets out broken airy gasps as he stares at you with wide eyes.
You and Bachira stare, shocked. “Yoichi, did you just–”
“Fuckkkkkkk!” He exclaims, tears coming out in globs and his whole body trembles. Bachira pulls his hand away, that’s now covered in cum. You bark a small laugh, shocked by your lover. He always announced when he had to cum. He must have gotten lost in the pleasure.
You grab the washcloth next to you and wipe his hand off, Bachira’s thrusts slowing down to let you. Once done, he plants his hands back from above the dark-haired boy and begins to pick it up again. “W-Wait but I already!” Isagis says, eyes looking back at you desperately in a plea.
“Meguru hasn’t cum yet. Don’t be selfish, baby.”
He whines out, but a particularly hard thrust makes him lose his breath. “S’alright. D-Dont worry, Isagi. Im close. Im close,” Bachira pants into Isagis neck, his voice shaky and breathless.
“C-Can I cum?” The boy asks, craning his neck up to look at you, his own eyes beginning to water.
You cock your head to the side and smile at him. “Sure Meguru. Why, aren’t you a good boy?”
He preens at the praise, nodding into Isagis neck, and now wanting desperately to coax some more out of you. It makes him feel giddy, but nice, warm even.
Isagi, whose head is still spinning, and his body tingling from overstimulation, whimpers at your words. “Sorry. ‘m sorry! Im g-good–Ah! too! Please please please!”
You rub your fingers down his face and he shakily grabs at your hands a broken sob falling from his lips at Bachiras force. “Shhh. You are doing so good Yoichi. Such a good boy for me.”
He nods into your touch, soaking up the words, and you use the other hand to pet Bachira’s head. “Im–Im cumming! Oh fuck oh fuck!” He quickly pulls out of Isagi and reaches back to stroke himself off through it.
He cums onto the dark-haired boy’s ass, and back. He hisses through it, shutting his eyes and grinding his teeth together. You coax him through it with soft coos, while Isagi leans into your hand as he waits for his best friend to come down from his high. His legs shake and fall limp against the bed.
A couple of seconds later Bachira collapses next to him. The both of them are on their stomachs next to one other. Immediately, Bachira is cuddling up to Isagi, loving the warmth of the other. You grin at the two and run your fingers through their hair.
“Well, that was fun! Was I really a good boy?” Bachira exclaims, his energy coming back not even minutes later. He peers up at you and kicks his legs from behind him.
Isagi throws him a weak punch on the shoulder, too exhausted to do any better. “Watch it. That’s my nickname. Worked four years for it.”
Bachira lets out a dramatic whine. “What? Isagiiiii. Don’t be so selfish!”
“Maybe if you bottom next time, they will call you that. You'll see what hell I was put through to deserve it,” Isagi sighs, cuddling up to your knee and the pillow beneath him. You smile at him, and he seems to purr under your touch.
Bachira taps his chin, and cocks his head to the side. “Then why did you cum so early if you didn’t like it?”
Isagi grabs the pillow next to him and shoves it in his best friend’s face. “Stupid fucking egoist,” He sighs, closing his eyes, even with his face blooming red from embarrassment.
You hear Bachiras muffled laugh from behind the pillow.
and i cannot HELP but imagine getting isagi all riled up. maybe it’s after a game, he’s satisfied but tired, and all he needs is your touch!
smugly holding him in place as he recoils from the pleasure. his voice is quivering so much but you don’t let up, sucking every cute reaction out of him. if you were to look up, you’d see the hearts in his teary eyes.
Head empty just bros Itoshi, Isagi, Bachi, Chigi, Michael, Alexis, Nagi and whoever u want with SMAU and text "ass or tits" I've NEVER seen this with a male reader and like... Muscular reader (maybe jock like them idc) just wanna see it in that scenario please
#a.n. : Lol, literally all the requests for SMAU are in my inbox with the note "I want a male reader", I'll feed you, okay. And... I have a rather dry manner of communication in messages, but I tried very hard to change it somehow with some boys and my husband said that it looks good (and I hope it is). If you want a part with someone else, you can ask about it!!
!!Warnings: suggestive but nothing explicit, top reader(although it is not stated anywhere, it is implied), I was in my subtop phase so some of the characters are a bit dominant (Rin, Sae, Chigiri, Michael) but you can chalk it up to being bold on the phone, discussion of sex or sexting, but nothing happens, the reader is some kind of professional athlete (I didn't specify in which sport), use of 'whore' in Rin's part(in relation to you, and from Rin and from you yourself jokingly), Alexis is THE simp (not surprising).
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I just stumbled upon your work and I love your writing so much! May I request for dom bottom Isagi? If you don't write for those, sub Isagi is fine🙏🏻 Thank you!
PASS AND GOAL
Isagi’s competitive demeanor can cause a few quarrel between him and his lover— you. Especially that you’re as competitive as him.
Verse! Bottom! Isagi Yoichi x Verse! Top! Male!Reader
A/N: thank u sm anon, glad u liked my works!! Ofc you can req for dom characters :))! But this idea popped in my head since ure okay w sub isagi too, so i’m writing both sub and dom isagi here. Hope u enjoy! :pp
CW: aged up characters (pro player au), you and isagi r teammates, two smut scenes, bondage, anal sex, edging, overstimulation, cock rings, riding, doggy style, ass slapping, a lot of slapping in general, dacryphilia, size difference if you squint, breeding, degradation, reader is gahdamn beast, that’s kinda all tbh, lmk if i missed some!
DNI MINORS. Not proofread, may encounter grammar and typo errors
Being a midfielder and a boyfriend as a forward had it advantages. Years of relationships with your teammate has gave you both an advantage when it comes to connection. You knew him so well, your passes are perfectly calculated for his direct shots. His goals are just more impactful when you passed, compared to passes from his other teammates that weren’t just made for him.
Whenever you step in the field, it’s required for him to play as well and vice versa. You compliment each other so well, the whole world has known you and Isagi as an unstoppable duo.
The fact that both of you were competitive made both your play styles even more better. Every goal, every pass, every match, everything both of you do is done with precision and competitiveness.
But obviously— you were still human. You were already tired, but still playing with precision nonetheless. It’s just that your play style wasn’t as good now that you’ve been playing with full strength for hours. The timer ticked, the scores were tied. And your pass would determine whether or not your team would win.
As usual and expected— you passed to Isagi, he stood near the goal and awaited for your pass. Your muscular thighs kicked with precise strength. But again, you were tired. And your pass? It did reach Isagi. Except this time— your kick was a few inches off. Ending the game with a tie and would rematch instead.
Isagi was completely raged, the game was important for your team. And he knew he had to teach you a lesson for messing it up.
Later that night— you found yourself tied to a chair. Your legs struggled to move under the tight blue ropes wrapped around it. While your arms aches as it was cuffed behind the chair, and your upper body tied to the chair. Rendering you completely restrained from moving.
Isagi kneeled in front of you, his right hand jerked off the base of your huge cock. While the left one glided a cock ring too small for your size to your tip. The ring was too small to the point it could only fit on your tip. He slid it up and down fast, while jerking you off slowly.
You whimpered at the sensation. Your tip was angry red, begging for freedom and orgasm. While the base of your cock felt hungry, his slow pace wasn’t enough and the ring was already preventing you to cum.
“Y- Yoichi~! Please…I’ll be good, I’ll pass to you better next time…Just let me cu— aah!~”
Isagi’s hand squeezed your cock hard and increased his pace, but still kept the tight cock ring on.
“If your pass wasn’t so shitty, you’re probably cumming right now. But oh well.” His mouth made its way to your balls sucking on it harshly, his mouth only being able to fit one ball.
You moaned louder, pushing your head back in pleasure. Moaning your lover’s name while he sucked on your sack harsher.
“I know, d- darling— I’ll pass better next time…Please, let me cum…” You sobbed in pleasure and pain, feeling his warm mouth capture your balls. Your muscles flexed underneath the restraints, too lost inpleasure while your body writhed. Your hips bucking to the pleasure, chasing the warmth of his mouth and pace of his hands as you felt your high getting near.
But tears gathered in your eyes, the cock ring was still restraining your tip. Your fluids were trapped in your length, begging for reales.
Isagi bit your balls lightly, earning a cry from you. The chair rattled underneath you as you writhed harder. Still holding back nonetheless, since you might break the chair.
His hands and mouth pulled away from you, the pleasure you were chasing started to fade when he pulled away. You whined when he suddenly abandoned your aching cock.
He removed his pants in front of you, revealing his smaller cock bouncing out of his underwear. Then he turned around— his hole in display in front of you. You moaned at the sight, his pink hole twitched in anticipation, as if begging to be fucked by your cock. Your mouth drooled at the sight, completely entranced as he bent over in front of you.
“Apologize, tell me you’ll do better. I’ll ride your slutty dick when I’m satisfied.” Isagi brought his two fingers in your mouyh and gathered your saliva, you let out a muffled moan while wetting his fingers. He pulled away and brought your finger to his hole, your spit wetting his needy hole in front of you.
“I’m so sorry, my Darling. I’ll pass to you better. I’ll be good. I- I’ll be a good boy. Please…” You moaned out apologies like a chant, your mouth couldn’t stop a whimper. Your head spun around as the pain from the cock ring was unbearable, and you couldn’t do anything about it.
Your body craved pleasure, it craved his body. You couldn’t take your eyes away from him, seeing his fingers plunge into his plump ass.
His digits dragged in and out of him slowly, your saliva and his slick dripping out his hole. Isagi moaned lowly as his fingers hit his prostate. Digging deeper in his hole. He stopped when he heard you whimper. Still crying out apologies.
He turned around, his hands went to your cock. Slowly removing the cock ring.
“Don’t cum yet.” He ordered. You whined in response, but nodded nonetheless. Biting your lips as you tried to stop your cock from releasing the cum gathered from his edging earlier.
Your tied legs trembled from relief, your tip twitching aggressively.
Isagi’s hands grabbed your shoulders for support as he straddled your lap. His hand barely covered your shoulders, your muscles were too big and your body is far bigger than Isagi’s.
His hands glided around your muscles— squeezing your tense biceps then traveling to your pecs. Playing with it teasingly.
A moan escaped your lips when his fingers squeezed your nipples. The ropes struggled to keep your strong body as you arched your back, whimpering as he played with your nipples.
His palm collided with your face, causing you to wince in pain. He grabbed your neck, tightening his grip until you grunted— slowly out of breath.
“Are you gonna be a good boy on the rematch?” His own dick twitched seeing you struggle to breathe. Your moans and whimpers ragged. Your mind slowly getting hazy from the lack of air.
His hand grabbed your large dick, lining it up to his ass crack. Gliding it to his hole but he didn’t put your dick in. His hips moved up and down, teasing your dick as his smooth ass cheeks glided on your dick.
You whimpered, the pleasure building up but it wasn’t enough. Not at all. You could already feel his stretched out hole twitch, getting more and more impatient.
“Y- Yes— Ngh~ I’ll be good! I’ll be your good boy! P- Please— a-aah~!” You stuck your tongue out, panting as you caught your breath. You made a feeble attempt to chase the pleasure— bucking your hips, looking like a rutting slut in heat.
“Don’t move.” He slapped your face again, making you cry out in protest. Desperation was seeping in you, your dick aching for pleasure.
“Promise me you won’t be useless next match, yeah?” Isagi squeezed your dick, you screamed out a moan. Arching your back at his calloused hand suffocating your length.
“Yes! O- oh my— a- aah~! I’ll be useful for you next time! I’ll pass to you s-so~ good~!”
“Good boy.”
He slowly sinked down your length— his plump, pink hole swallowing your length. Your eyes rolled back, the euphoric feeling of pleasure made your mind fucked dumbed. You couldn’t think straight anymore, too consumed from the pleasure his hole gave you.
His warm, gummy walls squeezed your length. Fingering wasn’t enough to prepare himself from your length. His walls tightened around you, trapping your dick in him.
“S- shit. You’re so big. Fucking slut.” Isagi moved his hips slowly, pleasure also taking over him. He whimpered at your length, slightly frustrated that he could only take half of your length. Feeling full already when he hasn’t even reached the base.
“Y- yes! I’m your slut! Your good boy!” You moaned out, drool dripping down your hung out tongue. Too fucked dumb now that Isagi was bouncing on your cock.
His thighs spasmed as he bounced harder and harder, trying to take every inch of your length. His stomach dented from your large length. He moaned out and arched his back, pleasure also getting to him.
He pushed your head to his chest as he arched his back. You moaned as your mouth captured his nipple, sucking on it like a hungry dog. Lapping on it and sucking it like there was no tomorrow.
You moaned while sucking his nipples, imagining his nipples produce milk. Your tip twitched at the thought of him breastfeeding you.
Isagi moaned louder, riding you harder and rougher as his high was nearing. Your tip was twitching so much, a sign you were near.
“I- I’m gonna cum~! Please, let me cum…~!” You whimpered, begging him for release.
He pulled your hair, your head sent reeling back as you faced him. His hand made its way back to your throat squeezing it harder, you gasp in pain and pleasure. Tears poured out your eyes as it rolled back,
“Cum for me, my fucking slut.”
His hips slammed down your dick. Both of you moaned out in pleasure.
You screamed a moan, your tip bursted out your fluids. Hours of edging and teasing made your balls so heavy, making it release so much cum. His stomach dented even more as your cum and your big dick filled him up.
Isagi moaned as he arched his back, squeezing your throat harder as his own tip squirted out cum. Feeling your warm load fill him up, he felt it inside his guts. Your whole length wasn’t even in, only half of it was enough to fill him up to the brim. He whimpered at the thought, riding out his high as you also bucked your hips.
A few moments later, he finally untied you and uncuffed you. Your mind was too dazed you didn’t even notice he was struggling to carry your huge frame to the bathroom. A warm bath ready for the both of you.
—————
The rematch was intense, the opposing team and your team was walking on thin ice. Every move, every pass, every goal was absolutely done with everything poured out.
Isagi ran near the goal post, getting ready to score a goal while you had the ball on the other side, ready to pass to him.
You kicked the ball with absolute precision, every inch was perfect, the trajectory was exactly as you planned, making sure that it was made for your lover.
But somehow, just somehow, his kick missed. The whole crowd was shocked, the coaches, your teammates, even the opponents, especially you. Completely in disbelief he missed.
You had other chances to pass to him again, but he still kept missing. It was already a tie for both teams, everyone felt tense. Especially you and Isagi, who can’t kick right with your pass.
You both eventually had to adapt. Your other teammates had to score the last goal. Ending the game with a win, but you were even more frustrated. Ending the game without your pass being the highlight made you mad. Then you looked at Isagi, who looked at you in fear. Knowing what was ahead of him.
You threw him to the bed roughly. He screamed in shock as he heard your heavy footsteps coming behind him. He tried to crawl away, but his legs were pulled back. Then he heard your belt buckle behind him, his legs trembled in anticipation.
“How many fucking goals did you miss?” Your hand gripped his legs tight and the other held your belt.
“F- five…” Isagi whimpered, looking back to your hand that held your belt.
‘SMACK!’
Isagi screamed, the pain inflicted on his clothed ass ached. Your belt was leather and thick, its smack echoes around your shared bedroom. The fact you were strong as fuck didn’t help. With your strength and anger, his ass is definitely turning red tomorrow and he wouldn’t be able to sit without being in pain.
Your hands pulled down his pants. But the pants were stopped by his belt, tightly wrapped around him. You growled in anger, impatience was taking over you and you don’t have any time undo his belt. So you nails teared through his pants, the fabric easily tearing.
His eyes widened when he felt cold air his it ass and a loud tear was heard from behind, he quickly turned around to see his pants teared to shreds.
“H- hey! That’s expensiv— a- aah~!”
‘SMACK!’
Your belt collided with his bear ass, bringing your hand to grip his ass tightly. He whined as felt his ass get played with, the pain of your belt still lingering.
“I’ll buy you another one. Now take your punishment like a good whore.”
‘SMACK!’
‘SMACK!’
‘SMACK!’
‘SMACK!’
“H- hey! That’s more than five…” Isagi’s legs trembled, unable to keep his own weight up as he felt another smack land on his ass. He whined in pain, struggling to stand up.
“I know. Just wanted to smack you more.” You threw your belt to the side and unzipped your pants. Pulling down your pants and underwear, exposing your hard length.
His hole twitched— seeing your length rock hard made him nervous. Sure, he can take it when he’s the one to dom. But if you dominate him? His mind will absolutely explode. Because you aren’t the kindest person when mad and horny.
You spread his cheeks wide open, revealing his twitching hole. He whimpered when he felt your warm spit enter his hole. Your saliva coating his walls.
“I- I don’t think you should put it all in— [name]~!” His back arched, he moaned out a scream. Your length entered him, shoving it roughly. Then thrusting with all your speed.
He whimpered, the pain and pleasure mixed into one. Your hard and fast thrusts made his legs tremble crazy, his thighs twitching like a broken toy. You grunted out in pleasure, completely lost in his warm hole while you thrusted all your length to him.
Your hands grabbed his hips, lifting his smaller body up in the air. You controlled his body as if he was a fleshlight, lifting him up and down on your cock whilst your hips also met his. Then, you shoved down all your length into him. Making sure that every inch was in his tight, slutty hole.
He screamed out in pleasure and pain, what he thought wasn’t possible came true. Every inch of your cock was shoved in him, as if reaching past his guts. He moaned at your roughness. Your every thrusts sent him to both pain and the haven of pleasure.
“Fucking whore, can’t even score goals. Did you miss just to get fucked like a whore, huh?” You slapped his ass, making your thrusts rougher than it already was. Isagi whined when he felt your hand hit his ass again. He shook his head,
“N- No! I’m sorry…I-I’ll do better next time…ngh~!” Tears flooded his face, his blue eyes rolled back as he cried. His words struggled to become coherent from your rough treatment. Your large cock intruding every part of his insides. He didn’t have to worry about his prostate getting hit, because your cock grazed every surface of his hole.
“If you’re sorry… Take all my cum like a good fucking whore.”
“Y- yes— Oh my god! Yes, Daddy! A- aah~! I’m your good fucking w- whore— ngh~!” He moaned out incoherently, his words struggled to sound straight. Your dick was too big and rough, he couldn’t speak properly. His mind turning to mush with every move.
Your dick twitched, you felt your dick grow sensitive. You were near, so your thrusts became even more rough. Your heavy balls slapping against his ass. Sloppy squelching noises and Isagi’s moans filled the bedroom.
You thrusted one last time, your hands pushing his hips to yours as hard as you can. Isagi moaned and sobbed loudly, his own small dick twitching as it squirted out his own cum. Feeling your warm cum fill him to the brim again.
You pulled out after fucking him through your high, his hole leaking out your liquids. His gaping hole twitched as he felt empty again, moaning weakly from the phantom feeling of your cock.
You lifted him up, knowing he couldn’t get himself up anymore with how he’s basically half conscious.
You kissed his cheeks gently as you carried him bridal style to the bathroom.
Warnings: Omega/bottom Isagi, Top/Alpha/Gn reader, omegaverse stuff (slick, claiming, scenting, etc.), isagi is in heat, readers pp could be read as strap or dick, marking/biting, slight blood, possesive behavior, instincts and stuff, isagi lowkey being feral
A/N: i like this one. and dont ask me why i know so much about a/b/o dynamics.'
Isagi was completely fine with being an omega. Sure, in the beginning he thought it may affect his soccer career, but as he grew and matured, he realized that it wasn't a problem anymore. Scent blockers and suppressants were a gift from the gods, and key factor of how he went pro. Without them he didn't know where he would be.
But, it led to an addiction. Constantly hiding his scent, hoping people may mistake him for being a beta so he doesn't have to deal with the slander omegas get on the field. And without heats he doesn't have to miss practice. Hence, every morning he puts a scent blocker sticker on his neck and wrist, and the second he feels a little amiss, he pops a heat suppressant. And he lived fine.
Except then you came into his life. An alpha.
Heats are supposed to be spent with you. His body was begging him to spend it with someone, but he shuts it down immediately. Its unhealthy, and he knows it. A doctor has reminded him for years now, but he brushed it aside.
The two of you had fought about it for about a year now. It was damaging his body, but he was too deep in his soccer career to sacrifice those multiple weeks of the year. You couldn't force him to do it, but every time you saw him pop that pill, and instinctual dread flooded your veins.
He hasn't had a real heat in five years. More than twice longer than what is considered “unhealthy” for an omega. It means when he finally does fall into it, its bound to be painful, and long lasting. Not only that, but his instincts are supposed to be heightened more than usual, so he doesn't know what he will say or do once he goes into it again.
But you finally convinced him spend it with you. He has been hinting for months now that he wanted you to mark him, but when he finally bluntly asked you to claim him, you said you would only do it during his heat. He agreed with much hesitancy.
It's a dread to think about, and honestly he is a little scared. But he promised you he would do it. He (very reluctantly) called off two weeks from soccer practice during off season, when he felt his pre-heat begin to creep up on him.
So, here he is. Going to have his first heat in five years.
The two of you stayed at his place. It was probably better to be at a spot he is comfortable with after all. The days before it weren't too bad, you forced him to put away the scent blockers for a couple of days, so the house smelled strongly of him. He went out of his way to scent as many things as possible, growing anxious as the days went by. He also built a nest on the space next to his bed, covered in blankets, pillows, and too many items from your dirty hamper. He was antsy during this time, finding himself clinging to you, and following you around the house. It was cute honestly, watching him have a slight pout while he grips onto your hand.
His body temperature started to pick up by the third day of his preheat. He started wearing less clothing, and you hand fed frozen fruit to him, hoping to cool him off just a little. He tosses and turns in the night, whining out for you to hold him, comfort him, make the strange feeling stop. It was so confusing and he hated it.
And finally after four days, he experienced his first heat since he was a teenager. It was in the middle of the night, the two of you in his nest, and you were fast asleep when he awoke. Every inch of his body ached, and he was panting. Sweat dripped down his temple, and he could feel slick stain his boxers. It made him groan in frustration, but he couldn't do anything about it because he was so horny.
Everything in him screamed for him to get filled, and as quickly as possible. He doesn't even think about it, tearing off his shirt and boxers. His now naked body trembles and he pants into the back of his hand, before turning to your sleeping form. He quickly finds himself scampering over to you, shaking you awake.
You turn to him with a groan, eyes blinking in the darkness to try to adjust themselves. “Yoichi?” You question, voice hoarse from sleep.
He basically tackles you, collapsing his entire body onto yours, and burying his face into your neck, scenting it quickly and desperately. “It’s h-here–dont know what to do. H-Help. Hurts. It hurts. Make it stop!”
You snap awake in an instant, resting your hand on the back of his head. He straddles your leg, beginning to hump at it. You croon at him, the sound low and comforting, hoping to calm him down just slightly. “What do you need me to do, Yoichi?”
He shakes his head back and forth in your neck. “I don't know! J-Just touch me. Please, alpha!”
You cup the back of his head, letting him rest in your neck, while you reach to grab his toy bag the two of you packed just a couple days earlier. You flick on the lamp on your nightstand and he glances at the bag in your hand, letting out a small growl and nipping at your skin.
You flinch, and he continues to growl, low, not threatening, but annoyed. “Don't want the toys. Touch me,” Isagi hisses, grinding his cock onto your leg.
“Feisty omega,” You murmur, setting the bag on the other side of the nest, and moving to reach behind him.
He gulps at the words, feeling bad already. His hormones are all out of wack, and he can't seem to think straight. He nuzzles into your neck and purrs, lifting his hips up to meet your fingers.
You use a finger to prod at his entrance, eyes slightly widening at the feeling. “Wow love, you are so wet. You're dripping all over your legs and the pillows,” You murmur in astonishment, dragging your finger around the hole.
He whines in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from his heat, and now from humilation. “D-Dont know why. I woke up and it hasn't stopped,” he complains, voice low and gruff. You continue to pet his hair, trying to comfort him.
You hum in response, pressing your other finger into his hole. He shivers at the feeling, clinging onto you in the darkness. When it slips in easier than usual, you prod another one, finding it just as easy to slip in. “Fuck Yoichi, you’re just begging to be fucked aren’t you. Taking it so easy.”
His back is arched by now, pressing into the fingers that are now scissoring him. “More. ‘ts not enough. Please, please. I need more, alpha!” He cries, both sides of him now leaking. His face is flushed, and his whole body feels like its on fire.
You shush his mewls, letting out a soothing scent and he moans into your neck. “Alright, alright. I’m going to make you feel good, relax,” you whisper, trying to pull yourself a way for minute to prepare yourself. He doesn't let you go far, arms wrapping around your entire body, breathing into your skin. The scent seems to make him feel grounded, and it's what he desperately needs right now.
“Here, lay down for me,” You encourage, trying to pull him off just for a second so that you can line yourself up with him. He doesnt seem to listen, shaking his head and panting. Sweat beads at his temples, and he's already beginning to beg again, but you push him to the bed, pinning his hands up for a moment while you press the tip into him.
He groans at the feeling, already borderline oversensitive. “Hold me. Please. Hold me, ‘s hot. I can't–”
You kiss his neck, pressing further inside of him, and his eyes widen, gasping at the feeling. His nails dig into your back and you try not to hiss out, continuing forward till you bottom out in him. Slick continues to leak out and onto the nest, but you don't say anything, afraid of embarrassing him.
But you couldnt help but notice the way his back arches, and the wet feeling now on the both of your stomachs. His breaths are shaky and his hold on you is weak. It gives you a chance to pull away for a second, glancing at the cum spread between the two of you.
He covers his face with his hand, blushing profusely. “I'm sorry. Don't know what happened. J-Just felt…really good,” He warbles, not daring to look at you, but feeling himself begin to grow hard again.
You giggle at him, planting a soft kiss to his lips. “S’alright. So cute, Yoichi. Wanna take a break then?”
His eyes are back onto you in an instant, wide and panicking. “N-No! You can't stop, please keep going!” He begs, lifting his hips to grind his cock on your stomach in a plea.
You know it's the heat talking, so you don't dare to tease him, afraid of pissing him off. So you abide by your omegas command.
“Fuckkkk,” He breathes, eyes rolling back when you start to pick up the pace. You grip at the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss, and thrusting forward. His legs wrap around your waist, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. Your thrusts are hard, short, and make a lewd slapping noise from the skin to skin contact.
Isagi pulls away from the kiss, eyes cloudy, and mouth slightly swollen from the attention. “Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha,” He chants, mewling at every thrust, while slick drips down his thigh..
You kiss his cheek, humming to him in question. “Right here. I'm here. Doing so well. Such a pretty omega,” You coo in response, and the effects are immediate. He purrs at your voice, nuzzling into your neck and scenting you with a small fucked out grin.
“Mark me.”
You pause your movements, eyes flashing to his blue ones. He whines at the interruption, grabbing at your hips to pull you in closer. “Right now? It's so early,” You reason, growing dizzy off his warm scent.
It turns sour in an instant. “Y-You dont want me?”
He was being unreasonable, but that was the heat talking. His brain wasn't in the right place, and the second you didn't agree, it hurt. Way more than it should have. Tears prick at his eyes, and he begins to push you away, feeling gross with himself.
You don't let him go far, releasing a calming scent, and crooning to him. “Not what I meant. Relax, omega. It's okay, you're okay. I'll mark you, will that make you feel better?”
He clings onto you immediately, scent light again. “Please please please. Wanna be yours. Your omega. Please bite me!”
You groan, grabbing his hips and forcing him back down onto the length. He gasps, trembling, but now baring his neck to you.
“You're going to be the death of me, Yoichi,” You sigh, not liking how much control he has over you. Between the scent and his lewd words, which would never come out of his mouth if he wasn't in heat, it was hard to stay present in the moment.
“Please please please,” he cries, grabbing your hair and forcing you toward his very own neck. You glance at him one last time, looking at his glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks. He nods at you, a whine slipping past his lips.
You take one last deep breath, inhaling your lovers intoxicating scent and bury your teeth into his neck. He yelps, gripping onto your hair as tears drip down his cheeks. But his back arches, and hes cumming again from the action. His head spins as he feels your tongue lick at the wound, crooning out apologies for the pain.
Your thrusts have slowed down slightly, but they are deeper, harder. After cumming two times Isagi feels himself grow tired, weaker, but every cell in his body is screaming at him to go again and again. Till he passes out, if he must.
“You alright? My omega…All mine,” You whisper, brushing away his sweaty bangs. He feels light headed, absolutely amazed at the feeling of being claimed after all this time and your words, but frustrated from your bare neck. It's not fair.
A possessive nature takes over him, and he lets out a small growl. You raise your eyebrows at him, confused by the sudden aggression. He was always pretty temperamental, but you granted his wish, and were fucking him, what more could he need?
A pair of canines dig into your neck before you could even process his movements. It makes you wince, hissing out and shivering as you feel his tongue lick over the wound. “N-No warning?” You half complain, not minding the feeling of being marked by him.
He doesnt seem to be listening, heat clouding all coherent thoughts. “My alpha. Mhmmm. Mine, mine, mine.”
“Possessive little thing. S-Supposed to be my line,” You laugh at him lightly, and he pulls away for the first time tonight, maneuvering you until he is sitting on your lap, and beginning to raise himself up and down. Two hands fall on your stomach to help steady himself as he begins to grind on the length, head falling backward as he pants at the ceiling.
His movements are frantic, desperate even, as if he was afraid he would never get a chance to cum again. His own cum on his stomach is beginning to dry up, but he doesn't seem to mind. His cock flops back and forth at his movements, and sweat drips down his neck. His whole body seems to be a pinkish shade, covered in sweat. It makes you slightly worried, but knowing him, if you force him to stop so that you can check on him, he may try to kill you.
He cums again without much warning, his fingers curling up and eyes rolling backward. The stream is weaker, dripping pathetically down his cock. His whole body trembles and he collapses forward onto you, pawing at you to hold him again.
You grab water from the nightstand and basically force it down his throat, the excess dripping down his chin and onto your chest. He gulps it down without much complaint, staring at you with lidded eyes the entirety of it. “Lets take a break,” You mumble, caressing his cheek and wiping away the water.
He purrs into your touch, and realigns himself up again, a drunken smile on his face. “Not a chance, alpha,” Isagi says, sinking onto the length to try to chase his fourth orgasm that night.
The two of you get little sleep, and you awoke to him grinding on your leg, and biting at your ear, begging you to make him feel good again, full again. But even in your exhausted state, you didn't mind too much, because how could you say no to your precious omega?
