tartagliasbreeder

(i wrote this on my break at work im sorry guys)

sasuke's mission has run on longer than expected, making you a little frustrated. it's a day mission—something that would take him a few hours, and then you'd have him to yourself. but your wishes have so rudely been interrupted by the unpredictability of life. you stretch out on the couch, sighing. it's already 7 pm, so any plans you had for the two of you are out the window by now.

right then, the apartment door opens. you perk up, lifting your head to look. sasuke steps in, his movements unusually stiff. his head hands low as he removes his shoes, locking the door behind him. "sasuke, you're late. is everything okay?" you ask, getting off the couch. you hear him exhale, but he doesn't speak. concern growing by the second, you walk closer, cupping his face. his skin is hot to the touch, breathing shallow. he tenses up even more at the touch, and you can see the flush on his skin in the dim lighting. "what's wrong?" you ask worriedly, both your hands moving to his shoulders.

he stays quiet, seeming almost hesitant. finally, he murmurs, "i got...hit with something." you blink at the vague explanation. "what? hit with what? are you hurt?" you question, trying to tug his cloak off. his movements are jerky as he moves your hands away, balling his own into fists. "no. i-i..." he hisses quietly. "i think it was some kind of aphrodisiac." he admits, voice strained. upon hearing that, your stomach flips with excitement. a slow smile makes its way onto your face as you tilt your head, lacing your hands together behind your back. "an aphrodisiac?" you repeat, nodding sagely. "that sounds difficult." you smirk.

he grunts, seeing the expression on your face. "don't." he rasps. your smile grows as you lean back in, pecking his lips sweetly. "don't what? be concerned? i'm just trying to help." you murmur. he groans, resolve shattering as he chases your lips, hand grabbing your jaw. you melt into the kiss—the roughness of it something rare.

before you know it, he has you up against the wall, cock stuffed inside your cunt. he's thrusting up into you at a rapid pace, panting against your neck, fingernails biting into the skin of your thighs. you're moaning loudly, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, eyes squeezed tightly shut. "sasuke– fuckfuckfuckfuck! m'close!" you groan, dropping your head to his shoulder. "can't– haah...tried to control myself..." he pants, slight whines escaping him. this is the most vocal you've seen him in a while. a few more thrusts have you squirting onto his cock, a drawn out mewl leaving you. he follows closely behind, not bothering to pull out. "sasuke!" you huff breathlessly, surprised by his carelessness.

"sorry." he breathes, face still pressed against your neck. "do you feel better?" you mumble. he shakes his head and in a matter of seconds, you're in your bedroom, laid flat on your back.

not proofread / might be ooc / sfw / fluff / silver wolf is here / wc 837

just a quick little oneshot I wrote for fun,, gah I luv u bladie

Blade was never one to overlook the small things. Changes in behaviors from people he knew well enough never slipped past his notice. He was a very consistent person, and being so, he almost instantly picked up on any differences with the people around him.

So it was no surprise that the man picked up on your new habits after his return.

Both you and Silver Wolf had been immensely worried about his safety during his latest feat in Planarcadia. Though Silver Wolf masked her concern better than you did, nothing went unnoticed by the swordsman. He quickly picked up on the changes the two of you harbored - Silver Wolf kept a closer eye on his whereabouts during missions. You now constantly checked on his wounds, though he insisted they’d heal up on their own. It was a silent agreement between the both of you to keep Blade safe. Last time had been too close of a call.

However, there was one new habit only you exhibited.

On Planarcadia, Blade went through his ‘rebirth’…but that didn’t just affect his mind. His body and attire changed as well, which he didn’t expect would harbor such a reaction from you. What was this new habit of yours?

Your eyes wandering. It was like you couldn’t keep them to yourself; they were constantly at his chest. At first, he thought you were spacing out or monitoring his health, but then came your shy glances and flushed expressions whenever you were caught staring. The swordsman’s new outfit certainly left less to the imagination, to say the least. Through the ivory bandages on his chest, you could occasionally catch glimpses of pale skin, and that was enough to derail your thoughts for the remainder of the mission.

Like right now, for instance. You stood across from Blade and beside Silver Wolf, listening as the latter explained her plans for the day. Gaming, shopping, going out to eat…you quickly lost interest and allowed your eyes to go where they wished. Silver Wolf asked a question directed to you, and after seeing your glazed-over expression, nudged you in the side.

“Hey, answer me instead of staring at Bladie for once. His eyes are up there, you know.” Her tone was dry with a lingering hint of amusement.

Blade huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, watching the way your cheeks quickly heated up as you desperately tried to explain yourself.

He cleared his throat, putting a stop to your nervous rambling. “I will be honest. I am…curious as to why you stare at me.”

A languid smirk spread across Silver Wolf’s lips. “Yeah, let us hear your reasoning, hmm? I wanna know too.”

You would’ve rather died on the spot. Maybe you did, spiritually. You stammer out some measly excuse of ‘liking his new outfit’ and lower your eyes to the ground.

Blade takes a step closer to you as Silver Wolf chuckles at your reasoning. His hand lands on your shoulder, causing you to snap your head up and meet his gaze.

“I did not say…I minded it.”

Okay, now you definitely just died of embarrassment.

You try your best to compose yourself once he steps away, following Silver Wolf down the street. She says she wants to check out some new spot - Inkford Hermitage?

“It’s snowy and cold, but they’ve got saunas and hot pools there. Sounds pretty good, right?” Her words are met with a nod from you and a hum from Blade.

The tram ride there is somewhat awkward. You sit between the two of them on a crowded seat, while Silver Wolf plays some colorful rhythm game on her phone. Every few moments, you glance to your right and watch Blade’s chest rise and fall. It’s simply reassuring to you to know that he’s still breathing, right beside you. To know that he won’t be leaving again.

His eyes flick down to yours. Dark, crimson, but not cruel. Just…watching. It does admittedly make you a bit shy to be watched so intently…but then again, you might’ve been doing the same to him earlier.

“It will be a long ride until we arrive,” Blade mumbles, “are you comfortable?”

He must’ve noticed how squished you were between them. “To be honest, not very…but it’s okay.”

He shakes his head and adjusts himself, turning to the side and resting his back against the corner of the chair.

“If…you wish to rest on me, I would not mind.” He looks somewhat bashful admitting that, a rare look for the stoic Blade you know.

Your heart leaps at those words. Before he can change his mind, you’re sat happily in his lap with your head resting against his chest. Right where you want to be. His breath pauses for a moment, then resumes as his arms find their place around you. Maybe this isn’t so bad for him, getting this close to others.

Silver Wolf snickers, glancing sideways at the two of you. “Geez, get a room, you two.”

a singer being involved in a very, weird situation where they met an assumingly egotistical yet famous footballer and became the word of the media, only for the most unexpected drama to happen into their lives.

itoshi sae/reader/unknown social media au series.

⤷ social media au, comfort, angst, crackfic, second love interest will not be revealed until they are but there will be subtle hints (look out really carefully), ng11 as a whole toxic friend group that loves eachother, singer!you, in an alternate universe where they’re just regular footballers and not involved in the blue lock program, irl people/post as a placeholder on what they’re doing, semi-realistic media reactions.

featuring main cast & supporting cast

one, [title]. two, [title]. three, [title]. four, [title]. five, [title]. six, [title]. seven, [title]. eight, [title]. nine, [title]. ten, [title]...

ending one ending two

✦ tl : opened! (send me an ask or comment)

targetting first post sooner or later.

BODY TEMPERATURE | BLADE

⸺ ⟢ blade x fem! reader. pussy jobs. minors do not interact. soaking with blade in the hot springs. a little teasing and such but mostly just something to feed my friends. this is a little rushed so i apologise (i wrote this with one hand honestly).

⸺ ⟢ wc. 2.1k words.

You can just about make him out even from this distance. Perhaps it’s the sheer size of him, the mass of Blade’s muscled back and shoulders easily drawing your attention even as you slowly approach him from behind.

It had been your idea, to stop over in the hot springs while you were both nearby— hoping to lose yourself in a good, warm soak after all of your muscles were screaming at you for a break. Blade hadn’t put up much of an argument about it, and perhaps it’s because you think he could do with the soak too. Either that or he was just happy to oblige your request, but you’re not curious enough to question him on it.

Not when you get to admire the way the damp press of Blade’s hair clings to back of his neck, his body sinking lower into the warm water as you feel the warm air begin to brush over your own nakedness.

You try your best to stay as quiet as possible, even as you slowly creep over the cobblestone that leads you towards where he is, hoping that you may reward yourself with a few more seconds of being able to admire him unnoticed.

But you know Blade hears you, as he always does, acknowledging you with a subtle turn of his head as if his ears are perking up at your approach. He doesn’t move nor shift though, akin to the way a predator might remain still as to not alert their pray.

But if you’re the prey, you seem to be giving yourself up quite willingly.

★ ˙🧷 ̟ pairing: amnesiac agedup! neteyam x fem!metkayina!hermit!reader

★ ˙🧷 ̟ summary: neteyam didn't die during the fight, but instead got swept away by the waves, until he lost consciousness near the shore of your island.

★ ˙🧷 ̟ word count: 5.6k

★ ˙🧷 ̟tags/cw: agedup!characters, younger neteyam (18 up), older reader (20 up), amnesia, temporary memory loss, near death experience, falling in love, cohabitation, tsawke (sun) x syulang (flower), affectionate neteyam, neteyam's love language: act of service, reclusive but not introverted reader. (please tell me if I left out something!!)

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! A/N: this will be a twoshot fic! a rough draft, so it's unedited. will come back to revise and edit after my exams!! mwah. any feedback from you guys will be very much appreciated 🥹. text dividers credits to @/enchanthings and @/cinetrix for adult neteyam

MASTERLIST

WATTPAD

★ ˙🧷 ̟ part i.

The waves of the ocean are restless, roaring in anger as the sky goes deeper into the eclipse. The sound of water hitting the shore is ticking you off, you can barely fall asleep because you would be shook awake by the thunderous roar of the water. Tonight is different. Something is different. You are used to storms and rough waves of the ocean, living alone on this small isolated island for almost half of your life. There has never been an instance that you couldn’t sleep during fierce weathers, in fact you find them comforting, reminding you of Eywa's presence in your solitude.

But tonight is not your normal night. Something is calling you to the beach, beckoning you, tempting you to step outside the comfort of your marui. You know it's dangerous, but the urge is like an itch you couldn’t scratch. Something perturbing is on the shore, and it must be Eywa pulling you to discover what’s on the other side.

So against your better judgment, you walked cautiously as the wind blew against you, messing your hair and pulling your beaded top up to your neck. You cursed as you tried to tighten the strings of your top, already regretting coming out of your warm and comforting marui. The raindrops were cold against your skin, making you hiss. Whatever is at the shore, it better be worth your time or else you’ll be having a word with great mother Eywa.

You clutched the spear in your right hand as you tried to cover your face with the other, keeping the water from clouding your vision as you walked near to the shore. Quickly, you noticed a figure lying on the sand, unmoving, as the waves cradled the figure’s body.

“Hey! Are you okay?” You spoke in na’vi, but the wind was too loud so you walked closer, watching the unmoving intruder cautiously. When it remained motionless, you cursed and walked closer.

Oh great mother. I thought you brought me gifts. I didn’t expect it to be a dying man!

The first thing you noticed was their skin color, a lot darker than yours, shade different too. Their tails were slimmer, arms a lot thinner. They couldn’t possibly be a metkayina. On their neck was a beaded necklace you often see in other clans’ warriors. You just weren't sure what clan he’s from. So he’s a warrior, that makes sense why he's wounded. But he's obviously not an aquatic na’vi. .

His breathing was faint, chest barely moving. He looks like he’s almost at Eywa’s embrace, and based on her multiple urging of you, it’s easy to understand that she definetly didn’t want this young warrior to die yet.

Searching for his wound, you saw a small hole near his chest, continously bleeding with debris of sand inside the wound. Grunting, you pulled him up and immediately checked whether there’s an exit wound. Seeing none, you finally let go of your breath. Okay. that’s good. I can work with that.

With all of your strength, you carried the dying warrior back to your marui, settling him on your bed as you quickly prepared all your tools and healing medicines. The first thing you did was to check if there’s any debris deep inside the wound. This is crucial, for a wound would never heal if there’s debris stuck inside. You worked quickly, and was surprised when your prodding tool bumped into something hard. The unconscious man groaned with pain, but his eyes remained closed.

“I’m sorry, mighty warrior, but this might hurt a lot. Unfortunately, i don’t have anything to stop the pain at the moment. Ready?” With quick movements, you retrieved the debris inside the wound, instantly perplexed when you saw it was a piece of metal with a weird shape. You almost forgot your patient until you felt him tremble.

You winced, “Sorry, I was just curious. Is this a new weapon from your clan? Looks odd, and definitely against Eywa’s rules.”

Of course no one replied. You set aside the odd-looking metal and refocused on the bleeding wound. You cleaned it up and started patching it up. It took you few hours to finish, and when you did, you were already sweating a lot.

With a sigh, you patted the young warrior’s pale cheek gently. “I’m done, mighty warrior. Now its your battle to fight. May Eywa be with you, brother.”

It's been three days since you took in this patient. He hasn't woken up yet, but his breathing has stabilized. He also stopped bleeding and regained some color in his cheeks and lips. He's just basically recuperating right now and will wake soon enough.

You took this time to observe his facial features and was surprised to see he’s actually very good looking. You were so focused on saving his life that you barely noticed his appearance. He was a lot taller than you, with wide shoulders and thin waist. His calloused hands undeniably belonged to a warrior that uses bow and arrow, long fingers that you often stare at, as you watch him sleep.

You weren't sure what happened to him, but you're happy he’s fighting to survive. You wouldn't want to have a corpse of a fallen warrior in your marui after all. Oftentimes you would imagine what had transpired, what and where that odd-looking metal came from, and how powerful it was to almost send him back to Eywa’s embrace.

You laughed at your own thoughts, musing to yourself. “You look good, mighty warrior. Are you perhaps mated? If not, then how about me?”

You paused, then laughed as if you found yourself funny. “Nevermind. You seem too young for me. Although it makes you much more interesting, as you seem to have passed your iknimaya already.”

You turned away from your patient and began sharpening your spear, not noticing the finger of your patient—the one you just touched a moment ago—began twitching before settling back to normal once again.

You continued speaking. “I have done half of my iknimaya as well, although it's not considered official? Since I wasn't on metkayina and there's no elders to perform the ceremony for me. Not that important though. The only thing that is important is that I already have my own tsurak. Her name is hona.”

Inspecting your new sharpened spear, you sighed with contentment. Although alone, you enjoy your life on this island. You don't mind the solitude, as if you were born to be alone.

You know your family still hopes you’d go back home, to awa’atlu, but you figured your presence will not affect anything anyways. So you left under your parents’ regretful gazes and lived all your life on this island, surviving on your own.

There will be a time where your past will come back to haunt you, mess with your peace, and forcefully take you away from this place you have considered your home.

But for now, you’d enjoy your freedom. You just didn't expect to pick up a wounded stranger with a lot of mysteries you cannot wait to uncover.

“You must recover well, mighty warrior. Your family must be worried sick about you right now. Perhaps they might even think you're dead. So get better soon and leave, alright?”

As much as he looks good, he’s a stranger. You have basically completed Eywa’s request, so it's no longer your problem once he has recovered. He might fly with an ikran, or swim with an ilu, you do not care. You just want him to regain his strength and let him go back to where he's supposed to be.

You stood up and took your spear, ready to hunt for food and probably pick some herbs for your patient. These remaining days are important for his recovery. If he gets sick midway, he might not survive.

You groaned, feeling the ache on your shoulders and back when you woke up in the morning. You have sacrificed yourself and laid on the flooring of your marui, while the sleeping warrior slept in your bed comfortably.

You couldn't help but to fume in anger. This man better appreciate your efforts because if not, then both of you will have a problem.

Stretching your neck and shoulder, you groaned again. “Oh my Eywa, is this a punishment? Why must I suffer like this? What have I done?” You knew Eywa wouldn't respond. She only makes a connection or communication with you when she deems it necessary. With a sigh, you stood up and prepared yourself to hunt once again, feeling the rumble of your stomach.

As you are fixing your beaded top, you looked at your sleeping patient and sat on the side of the bed. “Wake up, will you? I’m so tired of sleeping on the floor. You’ve been hogging my bed since you came here. Don’t you have any shame?”

When your stomach rumbled again, you turned your head and stood up as you took your spear and headed outside. It was already noon when you came back with a basket of fish, several edible fruits and herbal medicine. You didn't pay attention to the man inside your home as you quickly prepared your lunch, not seeing the man’s lips twitching to form a smile.

You didn't forget to thank Eywa for the food, offering your sincere prayers as you pay respect for the fishes you hunted. “May Eywa be with you, little fishes. For now, please help me fill my belly.”

As you were about to walk back inside the marui, you froze in shock to see the sleeping warrior now sitting on the bed, calmly observing you. His amber eyes were scanning you, as if determining your level of threat to him, of what your capabilities are. You didn't care about his mistrustful eyes as you walked briskly towards him.

Clutching your chest, you exclaimed. “Wiya! Thank Eywa you finally woke up! Oh Eywa! This is great!”

Your surprise and joy made the man finally put his attention to you. “Who are you?” He asked, voice laced with authority as he scrutinized you. His mistrustful eyes made you roll your eyes. Oh Eywa, he’s one of those guys, isn’t he? The ones with their nose taller than their foreheads.

With the tone of his voice, your enthusiasm waned. You crossed your arms as your ears flattened against your head. “What do you think, young warrior?”

Seeing him non-responsive, you pointed to your bed and said. “I’m the one who saved you from returning to your great mother’s embrace, brother. The bed you are sitting on is mine. This marui is mine. This island is mine.”

His eyes widened, before he settled into a confused silence. It seems that he’s finally having some recollection of what happened to him. You let him think to himself and went back to your lunch, thanking Eywa for hearing your prayers.

You can finally sleep in your bed, after several nights of sleeping on a cold hard floor.

“... Do you know me?” He asked after a few minutes of silence, looking at you searchingly, seemingly confused and anxious.

You see his ears twitch and his tail flicking around in anxiety. A sense of foreboding dominated you. Please don't tell me… “No, I do not. I just happen to see you wounded on the shore of my island, that's why I brought you here. D-Do you not remember who you are?”

“... It seems not.”

With a defeated groan, you kicked the basket in frustration. “Pxasik! Don’t tell me you do not remember where you came from either?”

The young warrior glanced at you before shaking his head. He also looked distraught, it's probably very scary for him, remembering nothing. Waking up in a very unfamiliar place, with an aching body and a stranger reef na’vi girl. One can only imagine the horror.

Suddenly feeling regretful with your reaction, you studied him and sighed. “It’s fine. It's a common occurrence when warriors get wounded heavily. You’ll remember it later. For now…”

Seeing your conflicted appearance, the young warrior said. “I’ll leave.”

Your eyes widened as you met his eyes. The young warrior looked at you resolutely, and you felt even worse.

“I don't want to burden you any longer, so I will leave and find my way back h—”

Walking towards him, you gently pushed him back to the bed. “Just stay. At least until you remember who you are. I’m sure it won't be long before you get your memories back. I’d hate to see you wander around not knowing where to go, not to mention you’re still recovering from a heavy wound.”

The handsome warrior seemed hesitant, looking at you with confused eyes. “B-But—”

Feeling a bit peeved, you kneeled, now face to face with him. “Listen, warrior. I would've let you go if you have your memories intact, because it means I have finished Eywa’s quest for me. But now that you lost your memories, it would be against my conscience to let you leave while still recovering from a fatal wound and don't know where to go.”

He looked at you and seeing your resolute eyes, he finally relented and nodded. In fact he also really didn't want to leave for now. He can barely move his body, his chest is aching, head pounding, and he also cannot remember who he is. He had no recollection of what had happened to him and just woke up to the scent of the ocean and the tang of herbal medicine in the air.

His only comfort is that he's still alive, that you managed to keep him alive. Just by the bandages in his chest and the weakness he felt, he knew he must've been close to surrendering into the great mother’s embrace. If you didn't show up at all, then he might have been dead by now.

“Irayo…”

“_______. My name is _______.”

“Irayo, ______. I owe you my life.” He savored your name in his lips, liking how it rolled off his tongue nicely. Your name suited you.

With a smile, you stood up and spoke. “Well you do, so better pay me up in the future once you get home. For now, we’re gonna live together for a few more days so I'd like to make some rules.”

The warrior nodded, he knows it's reasonable to have rules. “Tell me.”

Pointing the bed, you said. “Now that you are awake, I refuse to sleep on the floor. The bed is big enough for the two of us, so we can just share. Another thing is that when you can finally stand and move, I expect you to pull your own weight around here. Do not expect me to always hunt for you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He seems a lot more obedient than you thought so you gave him a satisfied smile. “Well then, we have an agreement. For now I’ll hunt for you, since you are still recovering. And oh, btw. I’ll just call you warrior since both of us do not know your name. Will that be alright?”

Warrior didn't seem to mind as he nodded, observing your marui. It didn't escape your eyes as he appreciated your personal space, amazed and curious.

“This is called marui. Technically not a marui though because it's a bit farther away from the water compared to marui built above the water.”

The young warrior glanced at you, “We call them kelku.”

Throwing back your head, you laughed. The wounded warrior looked at you, perplexed why you suddenly laughed.

“Ah, it's so funny that you remember what’s the name of the place you sleep in, but not your name or your clan?”

Realization dawned on him. It seems that he also thought it was odd. It's clear that he actually didn't forget everything after all, and only needed some triggers to bring back his memories. Your ears twitch in approval. “It seems that it's gonna be easy to get back your memories. Way to go, warrior.”

He looked sheepish, and also a bit happy at your words. He also cannot wait to regain his memories, as there's a feeling of dread and worry in the back of his mind he cannot explain. You're probably right when you said that someone's worrying and waiting for him back home.

“The power must come from here, steady your hands and do not let your fingers tremble. Straighten your body, do not forget your breathing…”

You didn't know how it happened. When you realize what's going on, you already had a bow and arrow in your hand, and your wounded patient is now standing so close to you, looming over you like a shadow.

During these days, he abided by all your rules. He pulled his own weight, and he always managed to bring back food for the both of you. At first you want to refuse, you feel that it is not right to take a wounded man’s ration. However, he made it clear that he intentionally hunts and gathers food for two, so you do not have to hunt for yourself.

Such gestures are overwhelming to you, but you do not have the heart to refuse. So when he asked if you wanted to learn how to use bows and arrows, you only hesitated for a minute before you gave in to his warm and gentle amber eyes.

It's baffling how he managed to turn your life upside down in just a few days, and before you even knew it, he already had control over everything. It's infuriating, it’s making you feel something unfamiliar to you, but every time you want to complain, you find yourself mute under his patient and gentle gaze.

“______. You’re not paying attention, aren’t you?”

Waking up from your stupor, you blinked a few times and stuttered. “W-What?"

“You’re lost in your thoughts again.” The handsome warrior stepped away from you with a doting smile. “I think it's enough for today. You're probably tired.”

You wanted to say no, but his teasing smile stopped you. You had no choice but to go along with him and drop your arm that is holding the bow. Following him, you started to notice his wide shoulders, muscled biceps, and slim waist. The way the light of the tsawke makes his skin glisten, showcasing his rich and dark colors.

You thought you were discreet in your staring until he paused, making you bump into his back. Wincing, you hissed. “Hey, why did you stop? Your back is hard as rock…”

“Maybe if you weren't gawking at me, you wouldn't bump into me.”

“I wasn't gawking!” Feeling flustered when you got caught, your face heated. You looked at the trees to avoid his eyes. With your heart racing, you added. “How would you even know I'm looking at you, maybe I was looking at the scenery!”

The handsome warrior turned around, looking at you from above with his teasing smile. Both of you know the truth, but there's no way you’d accept defeat so easily.

Crossing his arms, he leaned on the nearby tree and said. “I’m the scenery.”

Your eyes bulged in shock. Everyday, your perception of the younger man just keeps getting refreshed as the day you spend with him increases. “Narcissist! So what if I’m looking at you?”

He looked at you, amusement clear in his eyes. You watch him straighten his body and begin walking back to your marui. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, y’know. I’ve heard you comment about my looks so many times already.”

What the hell is he talking about? With frantic steps, you caught up with him and demanded an answer. “Are you delirious? When did I even comment on your looks? Are you sure you are not imagining things with your narcissism?”

Picking up a fruit in the basket, he tossed it to you with quick hands. You have no choice but to catch the fruit with confused eyes. He looked you straight into the eyes and said. “You look good, mighty warrior. Are you perhaps mated? If not, how about me?”

With a powerful toss, you threw the fruit in his face. “Shut up, skxawng!!!”

“Stop. Stop. STOP! You’re doing it wrong!” With a huff, you took the spear from the warrior’s hand. He merely shrugged and motioned for you to show how exactly he is wrong.

Riding your ilu, you dived into the water and skillfully speared several fish and swam back into the surface in just a few seconds. On the spear was a large fish enough to feed the two of you for one whole day. It was on the verge of death as it flailed around. With your prayers to Eywa and quick hands, you ended the life of the poor fish.

The young warrior was staring at you with a smile, not at all ashamed of his lack of skill in spear hunting. You shook your head. “You’re definitely not an oceanic na’vi.”

“You speak as if the color of our skin does not prove enough that I'm not an aquatic na’vi,” He took the fish from you with a chuckle, not caring if his hands get blooded as long as yours does not.

“Well, I cannot guess the great mother’s thoughts when she created the na’vi. Who knows if there's oceanic people with skin colors similar to yours?”

The warrior paused. He waited for you to walk side by side with him before he responded. “Each na’vi from different habitats will develop physical attributes suited for their environment. Your skin allows your better integration with the water.”

You hummed. That, you knew. Although you never really have seen much of others na’vi. He was your first encounter with the na’vi with darker and bluer skin color.

“That makes it easier for you to find your clan, doesn't it? I mean we just have to think what place suits your skin color best.”

Both of you laughed as you reached your marui. He began preparing the fish while you sat inside the marui, watching his back. You knew he knew you're looking at him, but he clearly didn't mind. He seems to even enjoy the fact that you cannot deny his physical appeal.

“Have you ever wondered what got you almost killed?” You found yourself asking. You winced, regretting it already as you do not want to sound insensitive. He cannot even remember his name, what more about what happened to him?

“Whoever did it wanted me dead. They targeted my chest, which is where I am most vulnerable aside from my head. They even made sure I didn't get help by letting me sink in the ocean. They're ruthless and are clearly after my life, a blood feud.”

You shivered at the thought. A blood feud. You couldn't help but think. What if these killers are still searching for him? Who are they? Are they na’vi? “What about that small metal piece? Do other na’vi use metal despite it being against the Great Mother’s rules?”

The darker na’vi paused, trying to remember or even formulate ideas. He then walked towards you and sat beside you, face solemn as he took the odd metal piece from the satchel you have woven for him. “I cannot remember what it was, but it feels familiar to me. I must've encountered it before, and knew its effects.”

Both of you had turned silent, each occupied by your own complicated thoughts. His identity and what happened to him is now even a bigger mystery with the origins of this piece of metal at play.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, you leaned on his shoulders and closed your eyes. “Don’t worry too much, young warrior. At least on this island, you’re safe.”

“I know, syulang.”

Standing up straight, you looked at him with wide eyes. Did he just call you syulang?

Chuckling at your reaction, he tilted his head. “What? Can’t call you that?”

“No–yes, i-ah- Pxasìk! I mean, why? Why call me that?”

Suddenly he’s leaning into you, his warm amber gaze holding yours as a smile brightened his already handsome face, watching you as you stumbled on your words.

When his tempting lips hovered over your ears, scorching breath ghosting over your skin, he whispered. “You remind me of a flower. The one under the tsawke, all alone in a wide grassland, standing tall and mighty against the breeze.”

As days became a blur, you realized how your life had completely changed with the young warrior’s presence in your life. The once comforting chill of the night as you sleep alone has become rather uncomfortable in the absence of his warmth next to you. The once promising future of solitude and peace has become bleak; something to dread about as you hear his hearty laughter, his teasing voice, his steady breaths in the dead of eclipse.

You cannot pretend that something didn't change. You cannot act as if you actually didn't enjoy the freshness he had brought into your life. He changed your life forever, and for the better. He showed you a lot of things you have never seen before, and for a moment you thought this could go on forever.

You cannot fool yourself that it’ll stay forever that way.

He will regain his memories. Once he does, he’ll leave you and you’d be alone again. You knew how it would end, like a chasm that will devour you whole; a quagmire that is slowly pulling you in.

“It’s unlike you to be so quiet. What's going on?” he plopped next to you as you gazed at the gentle waves of the ocean. You shook your head as you chuckled.

“Can’t I appreciate the ocean in silence?”

“Of course you can, but I want to hear your voice. It's boring if you're not chattering nonstop.”

You snickered, trying to hide the pang of pain you felt inside. You know he's looking at you. He’s studying you, hoping to understand what's bothering you. But how can you say it's him that's bothering you? That it's him that's making you this miserable?

“I’m okay. I’m just thinking about life y’know? Eywa’s plans for me. ”

He hummed, turning towards the ocean. He knew you weren't telling the truth, but he doesn't know if he had the heart to ask for the truth anyway. So he just hummed, indulging in your presence.

“I also wonder what’s my future. But I don't even remember who I am, so what's the use?”

You turned to him, tracing his features with your gaze. He met your gaze, searching, hoping, expecting something. You didn't know what it was, so you offered what you thought would be the best answer. “You’re an excellent na’vi. Eywa’s plans for you will be grand, trust in her to guide you into the right path.”

“But will you be there, syulang?”

“I don't know. Will I?”

“I sure hope so. I cannot imagine a life without you constantly in my ear.”

“You skxawng, did you just call me loudmouth?”

“I don’t know. Did I?”

With a laugh, you smacked his shoulder. When you're about to pull your hand back, he reached for it and held it tightly. You watched him as he played with your fingers. You can feel the heat radiating from his palm, so warm and strangely comforting. You didn't say anything. He didn't either.

So you indulged. Indulged in the fantasy that this is a promise of forever. That he wanted you to be in his life, in his future. That there's more for the two of you, and not just a fleeting encounter that he will remember fondly as he talks about his past.

You remained like that for a long time, holding each other’s hand as you watched the ocean as the sky turned dark.

It was deep into the eclipse when you realized that the space next to you was empty. The first thing that came to mind was that he had regained his memories and left while you slept. As fear began to seize your heart, you noticed his makeshift bow and arrow beside the bed. Your once racing heart settled down, but as it did, another question popped into your mind.

Wait. Why am I so afraid that he had left?

“Did I wake you, syulang?”

You had no time to dwell in your thoughts when the warrior appeared in the entrance of your marui, holding your spear. It seems that he came from the outside, evident from the cold scent of water and foliage.

“Where have you been?” You asked groggily, trying to sit up from the bed, but the handsome warrior gently pushed you back by your shoulders.

“No, don't sit up, continue sleeping okay? I just went outside to check since I heard some animal noises.” He placated you.

Yawning with closed eyes, you said absent-mindedly. “Don’t do it next time, it's dangerous.”

“I know, syulang. Go back to sleep."

“M’kay…”

Unbeknownst to you, the warrior remained seated beside you, staring at your face as he traced your features with his eyes. He didn't know when it started, but his heart that seems so anxious to leave now has its enthusiasm waned.

You began occupying his mind, your silly little expressions and when you bicker with him over little things. Slowly, regaining his memories was no longer his first priority. You became his first priority.

He didn't know what it meant. He didn't know a lot of things. Heck, he didn't even know who he was. He should've been anxious, he should've been more enthusiastic to search for his origin, but your companionship made him forget that he’s a lost man. The thought of leaving can easily be erased by a silly little smile from you.

Syulang. Oh, syulang.

In fact, he wasn't simply just checking out any predators outside. He went inside because he remembered something. A whistle or cry for something. A muscle memory. He had tried to use it multiple times, hoping that someone that could lead to his origin would pop out. He had been doing it recently, every night, hoping for some result.

He succeeded tonight. After a few calls, a large winged creature descended upon the trees. He recognized it immediately. A mountain banshee. His ikran.

The ikran was green in color, with yellow and brown stripes in its body and wings. Petting the winged creature's chin, the young warrior sighed. “Oh Eywa, you’re magnificent. I expected nothing less. Are you my ikran? Am I part of the Tayrangi clan of the Eastern Sea?”

The creature nuzzled into his touch, eyes narrowing at him as if to communicate with his rider.

The two watched each other in silence. Despite his desire to do so, the young warrior refused to fly. He merely patted his ikran’s back, searching for some object that could help him remember. As he continued searching around, his eyes focused on the small string of beads on his ikran’s saddle.

This…?

The young warrior paused as his eyes narrowed, a sense of foreboding rose from his chest before a splitting headache assaulted his senses. He groaned and held his head as his knees buckled due to pain.

His knees hit the ground with a loud thump, but the pain paled in comparison to the headache he’s feeling.

Think about her. Think about syulang. Don't push yourself, think about her, she’s still waiting for you back at the marui…

He didn't know how long he had kneeled on the ground before the pain gradually weakened until it became non-existent. When he regained his senses, his ikran had disappeared. Who knows where it flew.

Wiping his sweat and dirty knees, he looked at the dark sky and began walking back to your shared marui. He was excited to tell you about the progress he had made. That's he’s almost there in figuring out his identity.

But he cannot shake off this voice telling him to not say anything, telling him that if he broke the stability between the two of you, everything would change. And he’s not yet ready for change.

“Think about it, warrior. How else would you get hurt so badly if not for a woman?” You held your chin as you watched him ground several fruits and collect the sap with a pottery jar.

“You’re asking me if I snatched a promised woman and now her intended mate wants me dead?” He sounded like that's the most absurd idea in the world, clearly disgusted with the idea. “You seem to have drunk a lot of fruit sap, coming up with these ridiculous ideas.”

You giggled to yourself, still persisting on purpose to piss him off. “I mean think about it, warrior! Why else would you have a blood feud if not for a woman?”

He looked at you, unimpressed. Closing the jar full of fruit sap, he stood up to pick more fruits from the basket. “Syulang, a blood feud could be for other reasons, aside from snatching a promised woman. Perhaps it is because of clan disagreements.”

Humming, you picked up a small fruit and popped it into your mouth. Your face contorted due to the bitter aftertaste it left in your tongue. “You don't look disagreeable to me. I have a feeling that everyone in your clan adores you. But still it could be because of a w—”

“No. Because if it is, trust me syulang, I’d know.”

You stared at his serious face, you cannot see any falseness in his words. Only confidence in himself. He seems so sure. “How would you know?”

He crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the net of your marui. “First, I don't go after promised women. I just knew I didn't and wouldn’t. The second reason why I knew it wasn't about me loving a promised woman was because if I already had my heart set on someone, then why would it beat for another?”

Your breath stuttered in your throat as the warrior took your hand into his, gazing at you deeply like you're the only one he sees. You couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't speak. You can only gaze back into him as he gently said to you.

“So syulang, stop worrying about some other woman okay? You're just making yourself unhappy. Here, have some fruit sap, it's good for your skin.”

You know you would be making a mistake by doing this, but you did anyway. You kissed him, pressing your lips against his in a chaste, almost reverent kiss. You know it's something you cannot turn back, but you didn't care. Not when he’s here with you, as warm as the tsawke shining down on you.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! A/N: this is it! hoped you liked part 1! Any feedback from you guys would be very much appreciated, it keeps me going. 🥹💜

AN: ive had a weird obsession with neteyam recently teeehehehe so..here, also should i make this a series ?

(1 you are here, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Metkayina!reader

Synopsis: you are the eldest child of the olo'eyktan and tsahik of the Metkayina tribe when a certain Omatikaya family comes seeking uturu in your home village.

warnings: cussing

Multiple people gather around looking at the skinny family, Tonowari; your father, emerges from the crowd along with your mother to be met with the Toruk Makto, Jake sully.

“Why do you come to us, Jake Sully?” Tonowari questions the man, wary but respectful. “We seek uturu.” Ronal quirks her head at that, eyeing the family carefully “Uturu?” She walks around them. Inspecting their features. “We are reef people. You are forest people, your skills will mean nothing here.” Tonowari goes on while Ronal grabs at them, feeling their skinny arms, tails and hands. “These children… they are not even true Na’vi!” She grabs up Kiris hand, showing the clan her pinky finger. You emerge from the water along with your little sister Tsireya. “Tsk, what is all this commotion?” You shake your head and shoo your Ilu away. Walking up you see a forest family, curious you walk up, moving along the crowd to see your mother fighting with the mother of the forest family.

“I was born of the Omatikaya! My husband was Toruk Makto! He led the clans to victory!” She hisses to Ronal who hisses right back “And now he brings his war to us?” Jake notices the tension and tries to calm his wife despite her stubbornness. You look over at the children and see a little girl, a boy and girl around Tsireya and aonungs age, then finally the eldest boy who’s your age, you two stare at eachother for a moment but you look away, you go to stand next to Aonung, tugging Tsireya along. After Jake’s pleading, your parents communicating and your mothers clear defeat, it is obvious your father decided.

He raises his arms, ready to announce to the clan. “Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters. They do not know the sea, so they will be like babies taking their first breath. Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.” He looks over to Jake sully, “My children will teach your children our ways- Aonung scoffs in disagreement, “But father!- Tonowari sends him a stern look and puts an arm out infront of his son. “It is decided.”

You step up infront of the children and smile, “Follow me.”

On the shore, you find yourself leading the group along with your two siblings and your family friend roxto. “You might be good at swinging in trees but-“ you cut off Aonung with a slap to the head, which the eldest boy who you learned his name was Neteyam, laughed at. “Shut up skxwang…we will start with your breathing. We use abdominal breathing to stay under water longer.” You try to keep your gaze on the whole group but it constantly finds its way back to neteyam whose gaze is strictly on you. Flustered you continue your instructions, while everyone has someone to train with you end up getting stuck with neteyam. “breathe in, breathe out. Imagine a flickering flame. Slow down your heartbeat.” You reach down towards his abdomen, placing a hand on his stomach gently.“Breathe down from here. Breathe out slowly.” Touching him gently makes you both flustered. Once you believe he gets it you quickly cut the breathing practice short. “swim with us!” Tsireya says with glee, leading the group to the shore.

Diving underneath the three young metkayina instuctors swim fast, leaving behind the omatikaya kids. After looking behind, you notice they aren’t close to where you are and Aonung signs “What’s wrong with them?” Roxto smiles and signs back “those guys are bad divers.” Tsireya slaps him and signs, “be nice, they are learning.” You giggle at this little moment and sign “skxawng” hitting Aonung upside his head as he rolls his eyes. Resurfacing little Tuk lets out a groan “you’re too fast!! Wait for us!!” You smile and brush her little braids out of her face when Neteyam speaks up, looking at you “We don’t speak this finger talk, we don’t know what you’re saying.” You look over to him “I’ll teach you.”

After the training you still have many duties to do, bidding the Sully kids goodbye you rush off to do your Tsahik training with your mother.

“Neteyam! Hey, that Tsireya girl is hot!” Lo’ak runs to catch up to his older brother, seeming to want to talk about his new crush. “I guess bro. I wasn’t really paying attention.” Neteyam rolls his eyes as he makes his way to his families new home, “Yeah I saw, you were too busy looking at the older sister. You two seemed to like eachother. Got real close during the breathing practices.” he teases his brother, or tries to. “Oh shut up Lo’ak. She had to get that close to show me where to breathe you idiot.” His mind plays the scene again, touching his lower stomach as he blushes but his thoughts are quickly interrupted when his mother calls out for him. “Neteyam! Come help me prepare dinner.”

You’re halfway done with your training for the day when Tsireya walks in with a gleeful smile. You look up “you look awfully happy. Something happen ?” Your mother also looks up, perhaps wondering the same. “Uhm.. just had fun during training! That’s all!” You smile and continue to try and perfect the paste you’ve been on for atleast 3 days. “Yes, that was fun wasn’t it?” You think back to it, “You got close to the eldest boy didn’t you? Do you finally think you’ve found a worthy mate?” You stop mixing and look up at your younger sister with shock, looking over to your mother who was already looking at you. “Y/n? What is this?” You glare and Tsireya and put the paste down. “Nothing mother! We just had basic training. Tsireya is just speaking nonsense.” She looks skeptical but nods “They have demon blood. Remember that child.” She looks over at your paste and smiles. “You are done for today. Good job ma Y/n.” Kissing your head she sends you and your sister off, free to do whatever for the rest of the day.

“Tsireya what was that! Mother almost skinned me alive!” She giggles “Calm down! She looks more interested than mad. Maybe she thinks he is a worthy mate for her untouchable daughter despite his demon blood!” You look over at her and sneer. “The Lo’ak boy has demon blood, you seem to have taken a liking to him.” She gets flustered at that “He’s different. I accept him, he’s more than just the “demon” blood in him.” You look over at her with some kind of surprise “wow tsireya, that’s a nice way of looking at it. You really do like that boy.” She groans and tells you to shut up, you just snort and push her away.

Weaving a basket on the shore, you see Neteyam approaching and put it down. Smiling at the boy you invite him to sit next to you. “Ah Neteyam! Hello, is there something you need?” He shakes his head and settles down next to you in the sand. “No, just bored. Everything is new and I’m just not sure of what to do.” You hum at that, thinking of something “I can teach you how to ride an Ilu? If not it is fine, I know it is late and we have many duties tomorrow-“ he cuts you off “I would be honored. Show me the way?” You look at him with surprise and smile. “Yes! Okay, follow me.” You grab his hand. Leading him to the water, after calling your Ilu and another for him, you reach for his kuru and grab hold of the ilus. “Connect it gently, allow her to feel you. Learn you.” Watching you with content he grabs his kuru and goes to connect it. Once she settles you get on yours, smiling to him you gesture for him to follow.

You jump up a wave, landing back into the water, “cmon neteyam! Use the wave!” He looks at you and back at the wave, guiding his Ilu down into the water. You wait eagerly for him to jump out. “Neteyam?..” Then all of a sudden he comes out with a loud splash yelling “Woooooo!! Holy shit!!” He comes crashing down with a big splash, rising back up you hit him on the shoulder playfully “you scare me skxawng!” After a few more of the jumps you reluctantly make your way back to the shore, sitting down on the sand. “Thank you for joining me Neteyam. This was fun.” Looking up you see him already looking at you, smiling. “No, I should be thanking you! That was great!” After awhile you both make your ways back to the village. Bidding goodbyes and heading separate ways to your families homes.

Opening your marui flap you giggle at the sight of Aonung drooling. Sliding onto your mat carefully so you don’t awake your parents, you see Tsireya look at you drowsily but she smiles, knowing where you’ve been. Hushing her back to sleep you turn around, thinking back to the fun you had with the forest boy. you smile at the thought and fall asleep.

Neteyam carefully opens the flap to his families new home, seeing everyone asleep he lets out a quiet sigh of relief, sliding onto his mat carefully just to see his younger brother smirking at him “Hey bro. Back from your date?” He rolls his eyes at Lo’ak. “Shut up skxawng. We were just hanging.” This time Lo’ak rolls his eyes. “Yeah okayy bro.” Neteyam glares at him and flicks his forehead, forcing him back to sleep as he turns around and tries to sleep himself. But can’t help and think about the fun you two had. Flustered he shuts his eyes and falls asleep.

.Aside from your ass, Sae Itoshi has a thing for eye contact

“You look so pretty. Look at me.” Sae says, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

It was a stark contrast to the way his cock was roughly slamming into you. You were sinking further and further into subspace at his praise, lost in your own little world of pleasure. He was so thick and the stretch was so good you couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of him stuffing you full with every thrust. Your eyes were glossed over, your unfocused vision blurry. But Sae grabbed your chin, lightly guiding you to meet his gaze.

“Baby, I said look at me.” He murmured, his face slightly flushed from how pussy drunk he was getting. Though he was very good at keeping his composure. You let out a little whine at his relentless thrusts, now combined with his unblinking gaze boring into you, you were going to come any minute.

“See? There you go. Fuck, I love watching you fall apart like this.” He said, cerulean eyes hungry and intense. It was short lived though, as soon as his thumb landed on your clit your back arched as you looked away, moaning loudly. “Sae! It’s too mmh much!” God he was crazy. Your whole body was on fire with blinding pleasure, how were you supposed to focus on keeping eye contact?

“If you look away I’ll stop.” Sae said, bringing his free hand to your chin. Your legs were starting to shake, you were ridiculously close to coming. You groaned, part in frustration part because you just felt so good, and closed your eyes. He halted his movements immediately.

Your whine sounded awfully desperate. “Cmon Sae please! I was so close. Please let me come.” Your pussy was clenching around his thick length, feigning for friction again. Sae gave you a mean smile.

“Well then don’t close your eyes next time.” He said, slamming into you now that your eyes were on his again. You let out a high pitched moan, hands clawing the sheets hard, it took everything in you to not look away. Although the eye contact was just turning you on even more. His eyes were boring straight into yours, his pupils blown wide, as they sucked up every reaction your body made. It was impossible. You wanted to squirm, to unfocus your eyes, to furrow your brows and focus on how good it felt to be this full of him. Instead, you were just taking it and staring right at him. You didn’t get the relief of shifting your eyes around or leveraging the pleasure by throwing your head back, you had to control yourself.

His eyes narrowed as the corner of his lip tipped up. “Yeah, you’re doing so good. Almost there. I know you can do it baby.” He didn’t blink. It almost felt like your souls were intertwining. Your brain was beginning to go fuzzy. The knot in your stomach was seconds from unraveling.

“Sae, god, I’m so close. I’m gonna come, please—

He smirked, angled his hips up, and hit that spot inside you he knew made you a mess.

Your eyes rolled back automatically, body melting into the mattress. But right as you tipped over the edge, he stopped.

An underwhelming sensation washed over you. You came, but you didn’t. Your pussy was spasming as if you had an orgasm, your body becoming hyper sensitive, but you didn’t get the euphoric relief at all. Your eyes began watering as you looked up at Sae confused and deeply frustrated.

He merely looked down at you, amused. “It’s called a ruined orgasm.”

You whined. Despite your body being thoroughly spent, you didn’t get a lick of pleasure. Your mind was completely unsatisfied, as horny as you were 20 seconds ago. “I actually hate you.”

He cocked his head. “Careful what you say to me, sweetheart. Maybe if you’re a good girl and follow instructions, I’ll give you a real one this time.”

You didn’t register the ‘this time’ until he was slipping back inside your overly sensitive hole.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!! cunnilingus, doggystyle, riding, couch sex, missionary, nipple playing.

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: "This connects to chapters 307–308. I miss Sae so much! — i remember Sae on the sofa? I planned to make a smut edit of that."

The apartment was bathed in the cool blue glow of the television, the Tokyo skyline glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sae sat alone on the leather couch, legs spread, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze locked on the screen with an intensity that could cut glass.

The match was Barcha versus some second-rate club he didn't care about. But the player on the ball made him stop.Bunny Iglesias.

Lavender hair, sweat-soaked, a scar cutting across his face like a declaration of war. The ball moved at his feet as if it were an extension of his body—dribbling through three defenders with a grace that was almost disrespectful. Then the shot. A curling strike from outside the box that bent around the keeper and nestled into the top corner.

The commentator's voice crackled: "Bunny Iglesias has just scored, making the score 1-0!"

The stadium erupted. Bunny raised his fist, his eyes burning with a hunger that Sae recognized all too well.

Sae's jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists on his knees. That's him. That's the world-class ego I've been waiting for.

His phone buzzed. He picked it up. "What?"

A surprised voice on the other end it's buratsuta. "Sae? What—what are you calling about at this hour?"

"The groups have been decided for the U-20 World Cup."

Sae's voice was flat, cold. "I'm not joining for the group stage."

"What? Sae, that doesn't make any sense. You're our best player!"

"Yeah, about that." Sae's eyes never left the screen, where Bunny was celebrating, his image frozen in a replay. "I'll participate in this U-20 World Cup. Only to play against Spain."

"Spain? But we're in the group of death! France, Argentina—"

"If Japan can't win at this stage without me, they're worthless." Sae's tone was sharp, final. "I'll only join if I don't change my mind."

The voice on the other end was practically sputtering. "You can't just—Sae, this is insane!"

"I have a dream to fulfill." Sae's voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Even at the cost of Blue Lock."

He hung up before they could respond.

Sae exhaled sharply, running a hand through his red hair. "Ugh. That fat-ass guy, always disturbing me."

He placed his palm over his face, pressing against his eyes. The adrenaline from watching Bunny's goal still buzzed under his skin. Anticipation. Hunger. The need to prove himself against the best in the world.

Footsteps padded across the hardwood floor.

He looked up. You stood there, hair slightly tousled from sleep, wearing a lingerie that barely reached your thighs. Your eyes were still heavy with drowsiness, but concern flickered in them.

"You're awake," Sae said, his voice softer now.

"Yeah. I heard a noise. What was that?"

"Nothing." He leaned back, stretching an arm along the back of the couch. "Just about a soccer."

You moved closer, sitting down beside him, the warmth of your body seeping into his side. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

Sae stiffened. "Hey. Don't be clingy."

"But Sae..." You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent—expensive cologne, a hint of sweat, the faint trace of mint. "You looked tense."

His hand came up, hesitating for a moment before resting on your waist. "I'm fine."

Your eyes drifted to the television. The match was still playing, the scoreboard frozen on Bunny Iglesias's celebration. That familiar lavender hair, that scarred face.

"That guy," you said, pointing.

Sae's expression darkened. He grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. The screen went black.

"Okay, fine."

He turned to you, his teal eyes sharp, burning with something that made your breath catch. His hand slid from your waist to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn't gentle. It was hungry, demanding, a clash of lips and teeth that stole the air from your lungs. His tongue swept across your lower lip, asking for entry, and you parted for him, moaning softly as he deepened the kiss.

He pushed you back, laying you down on the couch, his body hovering over yours. His hands found the hem of your lingerie, pushing it open, revealing the black lace lingerie underneath.

"Been wearing this for me?" His voice was rough, low.

"Maybe." You smiled, breathless.

He didn't smile back. He just pulled the lace down, baring your breasts, his mouth immediately latching onto one nipple. You gasped, arching into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

His other hand slid down, pushing aside the fabric of your panties. He didn't waste time—two fingers pressed into you, finding you already wet.

"Sae—slow down—"

He ignored you, his mouth moving to your other breast, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. His thumb circled your clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"I've been watching that match for two hours," he murmured against your skin. "All I could think about was you. About doing this."

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, tasting you. His eyes never left yours.

Then he lowered his head, his mouth finding your pussy, tongue sliding through your folds.

You cried out, your hips bucking. "Sae—slow down, please—"

He didn't. He ate you like a man possessed, tongue flicking, lips sucking, teeth grazing your clit. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for him.

"Fuck—Sae—I'm gonna—"

He looked up at you, his chin glistening, his eyes dark with hunger. "Come for me."

And you did, your body trembling, waves of pleasure crashing through you. He lapped at you through it, drawing out every second, groaning against your skin.

He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he stood, unbuckling his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. His cock was hard, thick, already leaking.

"Sit on me."

You didn't question it. You climbed onto his lap, facing him, the leather cool against your knees. He guided himself to your entrance, and you sank down slowly, feeling every inch of him fill you.

"Fuck," he breathed, his head falling back.

You began to move, rocking your hips, finding a rhythm that made both of you groan. His hands found your waist, guiding you, squeezing. The couch creaked beneath you. His apartment was silent except for the sounds of your bodies—wet, rhythmic, urgent.

He leaned forward, capturing your mouth in another kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. His hands slid up to your breasts, squeezing, thumbs brushing over your nipples.

"Ride me harder."

You obeyed, bracing your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up and slamming back down. The angle changed, his cock hitting deeper, and you moaned into his mouth.

"That's it. Keep going."

But he wanted more. He gripped your hips and lifted you off him, spinning you around. You barely had time to catch your breath before he pressed you against the back of the couch, bending you over.

"Hands on the armrest."

You grabbed the leather. He spread your legs, kicked your feet wider, and pushed into you from behind.

The first thrust was brutal—deep, fast, relentless. He grabbed your hips and began to pound into you, his balls slapping against your clit with every stroke.

"Fuck—Sae—"

"Shut up and take it."

His hand came down on your ass, hard. The sting made you gasp, your pussy clenching around him.

"I said take it."

He thrust harder, faster, his breathing ragged. The couch scraped against the floor. The city lights blurred in your vision. You could feel yourself getting close again, the pressure building low in your belly.

"Sae—I'm close—"

He reached around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. "Then come. Come for me."

You did, screaming into the leather, your body shaking. He followed moments later, his hips stuttering, spilling deep inside you with a guttural groan.

He pulled out, his cum dripping down your thigh. He turned you around, laying you back on the couch, your legs hanging over his shoulders.

"One more."

"Sae, I—"

He pushed into you again, slower this time, his forehead pressing against yours. The missionary position allowed him to look into your eyes, to see every reaction, every flicker of pleasure on your face.

He moved with deep, steady strokes, his breathing evening out. His hand cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

"You're mine," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes."

He kissed you, soft and lingering, as he continued to thrust. His pace quickened, his rhythm becoming erratic. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"I love watching you come undone," he murmured. "Only for me."

He came again, his body shuddering, his face buried in your neck. You held him, your fingers threading through his hair, your heartbeat slowing.

He collapsed, his arm draping over your waist, pulling you against his chest. Your head rested on his thigh, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder.

The television was still off. The city hummed beyond the windows.

You looked up at him. "Are you still thinking about that match?"

He glanced down at you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "No."

"Liar."

He didn't deny it. He just kissed your forehead, his voice low and quiet.

"Bunny Iglesias... I'm going to crush him."

You smiled, closing your eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"And I'll be right there when you do."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

   %2757────delinquent!bunny x studentcouncilprez!sae⠀ ❛⠀⠀✶⠀⠀cw. smut(!!!), dubcon, porn with plot, highschool au, smoking, stalking, hurt/comfort, swearing, sexual tension, swearing, showering 𝜗𝜚 does not contain smut! this is the first part to after hours.

Sae and Bunny have always had a complicated relationship.

For starters, despite his clear emotional detachment and highly reserved personality, Sae upheld an ironclad reputation. His pragmatic approach to everything made him a perfect fit to be student council president.

However, not a lot of people liked his stone-faced demeanor, and the only thing that kept them from outright disliking him was his rather attractive appearance.

In spite of that, he let everyone know not to talk to him unless absolutely necessary. Some people went against that and were met with a condescending attitude, quickly learning to stay far away from him.

He was actually pretty content with his life on school grounds. There was nobody buzzing around in his ear, and nobody came up to him just to have a conversation.

Well, he still had fangirls parading after him wherever he went, but there was nothing to shake them off, so he just let them have their way.

That was until a few months ago.

cw ⌇ sex ◞ sae loves to mark you

He never said it out loud, but you could tell. Sae was obsessed. Not with the curve of your waist or the sway of your hips (though he admired those too), but with the canvas of your chest, your throat, your collarbones. That soft stretch of skin he marked again and again, always in the same way.

You’d tease him sometimes, whispering between kisses, “What, you hate the idea of finishing inside me?”

His lips would brush your ear, voice flat but firm, “No. This is better.”

He never let you push further than that. Sae Itoshi, the genius, the cold prodigy, reduced to something raw and unflinching when it came to you. It was ritualistic, the way he’d pull out at the last second, fist tight around his cock as his jaw clenched, the heavy breaths breaking his perfect composure. And then warmth, thick and hot, spilling onto you in heavy ropes.

He watched it every time. The way it painted your collarbones, slid down your sternum, streaked your throat until it dripped lower, lower. His eyes burned into you, dark teal catching the mess like he was memorizing a masterpiece only he was allowed to make.

You learned quickly that he hated when you wiped it away too soon. The first time, you’d giggled and reached for tissues and he’d grabbed your wrist mid-air. “Don’t.” his voice was sharp. “Leave it.”

You had swallowed thickly, cheeks flushed and let it dry sticky on your skin. His gaze softened then and that was the closest Sae ever came to saying please. So you let him. Let him have you the way he wanted. Sometimes he’d push you back against the headboard, hands spreading your thighs wide as he thrust into you slow, controlled, every stroke calculated to make you tremble. He never lost focus, not even when you whimpered his name into his skin.

His endgame wasn’t just the orgasm. It was the mark he left after. The heat of him spilling across your chest became something you craved too. Because Sae didn’t just release on you, he worshipped the sight. His thumb would drag through the mess, smearing it up to your throat, pressing it into your pulse point to mark and claim.

“Look at you,” he murmured once, uncharacteristically hushed, his breath warm against your ear as he shifted his cock against your folds again, already hard. “My pretty canvas.”

Your thighs had quivered at the words, his possessive obsession seeping into your bones. He grew worse about it over time. Sometimes after training, still buzzing with sharp adrenaline, he’d shove you up against the mirror in your bedroom. His clothes half-off, your shirt pushed down, and he’d fuck you fast, desperate. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling out, groaning as he spilled thick white across your reflection. You, smeared in his release, glowing under the mirror lights, he’d hold your chin up, make you look at it.

“No one else gets to see you like this,” he said, tone cold but eyes dark with hunger. “Just me.”

Other nights, he took his time. On those nights, you swore he was an artist. His strokes deep but measured, his body angled so that when he came, he could spread it exactly where he wanted. Sometimes across the swell of your breasts, sometimes high enough to catch your throat so it dripped down over your collarbones.

And when you asked him why, soft and breathless in the quiet aftermath, Sae only tilted his head, teal gaze piercing.

“Because it’s mine,” he said simply. “This. You.”

────𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙

╰┈➤ they won’t stand by while someone else takes their place. so what do they do? they ruin it. 

⁺⋆.˚𐙚 starring characters: michael kaiser, don lorenzo, julian loki, itoshi sae

༄cw: nsfw, fem reader, obsessive & possessive themes, toxic behavior, stalking (implied), p in v, mutual masturbation, oral receiving m, exhibitionism, voyeurism, non-consensual filming, degradation, rough sex, dub-con

a/n: i think my brain wants to do a pt2…👁️

blue lock boys x reader

featuring. isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, barou shouei, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei

warnings. established relationships, physical affection, clingy blue lock boys, pure fluff ♡

the little ways they ask you to hold them, even when the words never quite leave their mouths.

── .✦

Isagi Yoichi

Yoichi has been standing beside the couch for nearly five minutes.

At first, you assume he is simply too absorbed in recounting his training session to sit down. He returned home flushed and slightly breathless, his damp hair clinging to his forehead while his hands shaped invisible formations in the air. The story has already moved through three different plays and at least six players, yet he remains beside you, shifting his weight whenever you glance up.

“And then I realized the defender wasn’t actually protecting the space behind him,” he explains. “He was trying to make me think that was the opening so I would—”

He trails off.

You wait, but Yoichi only looks toward the empty cushion beside you before hurriedly returning his attention to your face.

“So you would what?”

“Oh. Right.” He rubs the back of his neck. “So I would choose the route he wanted.”

He finishes the explanation, then asks what you are watching. A moment later, he wonders whether your drink is still warm. When he follows that with a question about whether the blanket is comfortable, you finally lower the remote.

“Yoichi.”

His posture straightens. “Hm?”

“Do you want a hug?”

“What?” The denial arrives far too quickly. “No, I was just telling you about practice.”

“You finished that story.”

“I did?”

“You’ve been hovering beside me, asking questions about my blanket.”

His face warms. “I wasn’t hovering.”

You lift the blanket and open your arms.

Yoichi stares at you for less than a second before surrendering. He drops onto the couch and folds himself into your embrace, arms circling your waist as his face disappears against your shoulder. A long breath leaves him, carrying away the tension that had remained in his body since he walked through the door.

“There you are,” you murmur, sliding your fingers into his hair.

“I was already here.”

“You were waiting for me to notice you.”

“I didn’t know I wanted a hug.”

Your hand pauses.

Yoichi’s arms tighten.

“Okay,” he admits into your shirt. “I knew.”

You smile and press a kiss to his temple. Beneath your touch, his shoulders gradually loosen and his breathing becomes slower, the restless thoughts that followed him home finally quieting.

After a few minutes, he begins describing the play again. This time, his voice is softer, the words losing their hurried rhythm as he settles more heavily against you.

By the time he reaches the ending, his eyes are closed.

You do not tell him that he has already explained it twice.

── .✦

Itoshi Sae

Sae does not ask for your attention. He simply decides that he has it.

You are halfway through a chapter when he comes to stand in front of the couch, glances at the book resting across your lap, and takes it from your hands.

“Excuse me.”

“You’re excused.”

He folds the page carefully enough to preserve your place, sets the book on the coffee table, and lowers his head into the space it occupied.

The entire process happens with such calm certainty that you can only stare at him. Sae closes his eyes, maroon hair spilling across your thighs as one hand comes to rest beside your knee.

“You could have asked.”

“You would’ve said yes.”

“That isn’t the point.”

His eyes remain shut. “Then what is?”

“You asking.”

After a moment, he tilts his face slightly toward you. “Can I lie here?”

“You are already lying here.”

“So the question is unnecessary.”

You narrow your eyes, but the faint curve at the corner of his mouth reveals that he knows exactly what he is doing.

Sae’s affection often arrives disguised as entitlement. He takes your hand while walking without warning, draws your legs across his lap when you sit too far away, and removes anything separating him from your touch as though it has personally inconvenienced him.

Now he lies perfectly still, waiting beneath your hand without admitting what he wants.

You make him wait a few seconds longer before threading your fingers through his hair.

The tension leaves his brow almost immediately.

“You’re spoiled,” you murmur, lightly scratching your nails over his scalp.

“You’re the one doing it.”

“You stole my book.”

“It was between us.”

The answer is so matter-of-fact that warmth rises beneath your skin. Sae opens one eye, notices your reaction, and closes it again with quiet satisfaction.

When you eventually stop to reach for your book, his fingers close around your wrist.

“I’m getting it back.”

“No.”

“You took it from me.”

“And now you’re occupied.”

“With what?”

He presses his head more firmly into your lap.

You laugh softly. “You really can’t say you want attention, can you?”

“I have your attention.”

“That still isn’t asking.”

Sae opens one eye again. “Keep going.”

It is not quite a request, but it is close enough. Your hand returns to his hair, and his eye falls shut immediately.

“Next time, you’re asking properly.”

“Sure.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“No.”

The next time, he simply places your hand on his head himself.

Apparently, that is the best compromise you are going to receive.

── .✦

Itoshi Rin

Rin waits until you pass close enough on your way to the door before reaching out and catching your wrist.

You glance back, expecting him to tell you that you have forgotten something, only to find him still seated on the couch. His fingers rest loosely around your wrist while his gaze remains fixed on the television, as though stopping you from leaving requires no explanation at all.

“Did you need something?”

“No.”

You look pointedly at his hand.

Rin’s grip tightens by a fraction. “You forgot your phone.”

“It’s in my pocket.”

“Your charger.”

“I didn’t bring one.”

The faint crease between his brows suggests your preparedness has personally betrayed him.

You wait.

He does not release you.

The two of you spent the evening watching match footage he initially insisted you would not understand, although that did not prevent him from explaining every tactical decision in painstaking detail. When you announced that it was getting late, you expected his usual clipped goodbye—not to be detained at the doorway without explanation.

“Rin.”

“What?”

“Why are you holding me?”

His jaw tightens. For a moment, he seems to consider inventing another missing object, but eventually his thumb brushes once across the inside of your wrist.

“You can stay a little longer.”

The words are delivered flatly, as though he is granting permission rather than making a request.

“You want me to stay?”

“I just said you could.”

“That isn’t the same thing.”

“It is.”

You release the door handle and return to the couch, deliberately leaving a narrow space between you.

It survives for less than a second.

Rin catches you around the waist and pulls you down beside him, one arm settling firmly around you while his other hand retrieves the remote. He resumes the footage as though nothing unusual has occurred.

“You dragged me back here.”

“I didn’t drag you.”

“You stopped me from leaving.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

His arm tightens when you shift.

Smiling, you rest your head against his shoulder. Rin adjusts almost imperceptibly, arranging you more comfortably while his thumb begins tracing slow lines over your side.

“You could have asked me not to go,” you murmur.

“I did.”

“You told me I could stay.”

“You understood.”

“I did.”

“Then stop talking.”

You kiss his cheek.

The tips of his ears turn red, though his expression remains fixed on the screen. A moment later, his cheek settles lightly against the top of your head.

“You’re clingy tonight,” you whisper.

“I’m not.”

“You caught me at the door.”

“You were leaving too early.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

His hold becomes firmer. “Exactly.”

The argument makes no sense.

You remain tucked against him anyway.

── .✦

Barou Shouei

Barou has been glaring at you for ten minutes.

You notice almost immediately, but pretending otherwise is much more entertaining.

The two of you sit at opposite ends of the couch, your attention fixed on your phone while Barou watches a match on television. Every few moments, you feel his gaze leave the screen and land on you, growing more irritated each time you fail to acknowledge it.

Eventually, he exhales sharply.

“Move.”

You look up. “Why?”

“You’re blocking the lamp.”

The lamp is behind him.

“I’m nowhere near it.”

“Your things are everywhere.”

Your phone is the only object beside you.

“You mean my phone?”

Barou’s expression darkens. “Are you going to sit properly or not?”

“I am sitting properly.”

“No, you’re not.”

You glance down at yourself, then toward him. “What exactly is wrong with the way I’m sitting?”

“You’re too far away.”

The confession escapes before he can stop it.

Silence settles between you.

Barou’s jaw tightens as he realizes what he has said, but it is already too late. Your smile grows slowly.

“There it is.”

“Shut up.”

“You wanted me closer.”

“I wanted you to stop taking up the entire couch.”

“You have more than half of it.”

“Come here.”

It is not a request. Barou reaches across the empty cushion, catches your ankle, and pulls until you slide toward him with a startled laugh. Once you are close enough, his arm circles your waist and arranges you against his chest exactly where he wanted you from the beginning.

“You could have asked,” you say.

“I did.”

“You complained about a lamp.”

“You should have understood.”

“You are not nearly as subtle as you think.”

“I wasn’t trying to be subtle.”

Barou drapes the blanket over both of you, tucking it around your legs with more care than his irritated expression suggests. His hand settles against your side while he resumes watching the match.

When you shift experimentally away, his fingers tighten.

“Stay still.”

“Why?”

“You’re distracting.”

“I wasn’t distracting you from the other side of the couch?”

“No.”

“So I should move back?”

Barou looks down at you, red eyes narrowing.

You smile sweetly.

His arm locks more firmly around your waist. “Try it.”

You laugh and settle against him, resting your cheek over his chest. Beneath your ear, his heartbeat remains steady, though the hand at your side slowly begins tracing absent circles through your shirt.

“You’re needy,” you murmur.

“You’re annoying.”

“But you wanted me.”

“I always want you close,” he says before turning his attention back to the screen. “You should know that by now.”

Your smile remains for the rest of the match.

── .✦

Bachira Meguru

Meguru does not say that he wants a hug.

He stands across the room with both arms stretched toward you and calls your name until you understand.

At first, you ignore him. You are trying to finish a message, and his arrival has already been announced by the sound of his shoes being abandoned somewhere near the door.

“Y/n.”

You continue typing.

“Y/n.”

“One second.”

“Y/n.”

“What?”

“Meguru.”

You finally look up.

He is standing in the center of the living room with his arms still extended, fingers opening and closing impatiently. His hair is tousled from practice, and his smile is bright enough to make his intention obvious despite his refusal to voice it.

“That is your name,” you say.

“Yeah.”

“What do you need?”

He wiggles his fingers at you. “You.”

“You have to be more specific.”

“Come here.”

“That sounds suspiciously like an order.”

Meguru gasps. “It’s an invitation.”

“To what?”

“My arms.”

You attempt to return to your phone, but he begins calling your name again, changing the tone each time—singing it, whispering it dramatically, then drawing it out until you start laughing.

“Fine.”

The moment you stand, Meguru bounces on his heels. You barely reach him before he throws both arms around you, pressing his face against your cheek and rocking the two of you from side to side.

“There you are!”

“I was sitting three meters away.”

“Too far.”

He kisses your cheek once, then again, scattering quick kisses over your face while you squirm in his hold.

“Meguru!”

“I missed you.”

“You saw me this morning.”

“That was hours ago.”

His arms tighten around your waist, all his usual restless energy softening as he buries his face against your neck. The sudden quiet tells you this was not merely another playful demand for attention. He had wanted the warmth of you, the familiarity of your arms around his shoulders.

You stroke the hair at his nape.

“You could have said you needed a hug.”

“I did.”

“You said my name seventeen times.”

“And you came over.”

“That doesn’t make it a sentence.”

“It’s our secret signal.”

“We have never agreed on that.”

Meguru lifts his head, golden eyes shining. “But you understood it.”

Before you can argue, he kisses the tip of your nose.

Then he beams and squeezes you again.

Apparently, the secret signal is now permanent.

── .✦

Nagi Seishiro

Seishiro crosses the room without explanation and lowers his entire body on top of you.

One moment, you are lying comfortably along the couch, scrolling through your phone; the next, a tall football player has settled over you with his head against your chest and his arms loosely wrapped around your waist.

The air leaves your lungs.

“Seishiro.”

“Mm?”

“You’re heavy.”

“I know.”

“Move.”

“Too much effort.”

You stare at the ceiling. “You walked all the way over here.”

“That used up the rest of my energy.”

His eyes close as though the conversation has ended.

There is another couch directly across from you, as well as an empty armchair and, presumably, an entire bed in the next room. Seishiro ignored all of them in favor of using your body as a mattress.

“You could have asked me to cuddle.”

“That sounds troublesome.”

“More troublesome than crushing me?”

“Less comfortable.”

You attempt to shift beneath him, but his arms tighten lazily around your middle.

“Don’t move.”

“I’m trying to breathe.”

“You’re breathing.”

“Barely.”

Seishiro lifts his head just enough to inspect you, white hair falling across sleepy grey eyes. After considering the complaint, he adjusts his weight slightly to the side, although his cheek remains pressed over your heart.

“Better?”

“A little.”

“Good.”

His eyes close again.

You try to return to your phone, but Seishiro nudges his head beneath your hand until your fingers rest in his hair.

The request is so shamelessly obvious that you laugh.

“You want me to play with your hair?”

“No.”

He nudges your palm again.

“Of course not.”

Your fingers begin combing through the soft strands, and a quiet, contented hum vibrates against your chest. Seishiro relaxes immediately, his body becoming heavier as every remaining trace of tension disappears.

“You could have just said you wanted affection.”

“I came over here.”

“That was the request?”

“Mm.”

“And lying on me?”

“The reminder.”

You scratch lightly at his scalp, earning another soft sound.

After a few minutes, his breathing begins to even out. His arms remain around your waist, holding you as though there had never been any possibility of choosing another place to rest.

“Seishiro?”

No answer.

You glance down and find him asleep.

Apparently, you are not allowed to move for the foreseeable future.

── .✦

Shidou Ryusei

Ryusei finds you after the match while the adrenaline is still burning through him.

You hear him before you see him, his laughter echoing through the corridor as he recounts his goal to someone behind him. He appears around the corner flushed, sweaty, and practically vibrating with leftover energy.

“There you are!”

Before you can answer, he closes the distance and catches you around the waist. The force of the embrace lifts your heels briefly from the floor, his face disappearing against the side of your neck as his arms lock securely around you.

“You’re sweaty,” you complain, though your hands have already settled against his back.

“You love it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“Liar.”

Normally, Ryusei would follow the accusation with several exaggerated kisses or another loud retelling of his favorite moment from the match. Instead, he simply remains there.

His breathing is still quick, each exhale warm against your skin, but the longer you hold him, the more the restless energy begins to drain from his body. His shoulders lower beneath your palms, and his grip changes from excited to quietly possessive.

“You’re unusually silent,” you murmur.

“Recharging.”

“On me?”

His mouth brushes your neck when he smiles. “Best place.”

You stroke a hand slowly along his spine. Ryusei presses closer, nearly folding himself around you despite being too tall for the position to be comfortable.

People pass at the far end of the corridor. He pays them no attention.

The version of Ryusei the world receives is explosive—loud laughter, sharp teeth, movement that never seems capable of settling. Yet once the match ends and the thrill begins to fade, he always searches for you.

He never says he needs to be held.

He simply finds your body and wraps himself around it until his heartbeat slows.

“You can let go now,” you tease after a while.

His arms tighten immediately.

“No.”

“What happened to recharging?”

“Battery’s huge.”

“How long does it take?”

“Could be hours.”

You laugh, and Ryusei lifts his head. His eyes remain bright, but the wildness in them has softened into something warm and private.

“You liked the goal?” he asks.

“I loved it.”

“Love me more?”

“Obviously.”

His grin returns.

“Good answer.”

He kisses you—quick, joyful, still tasting faintly of the adrenaline he carried from the field—before returning his face to your neck.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbles.

You know from experience that he means twenty.

You hold him anyway.

saes mean to u as he fingers u content | smut, fem!reader, fingering, degradation, cum swallowing

“look at you,” sae muttered in your ear. “so wet for me.”

his two fingers kept pumping in and out of your wet cunt, making you let out a moan of pleasure each time. sae had you looking like a flushed, sweating wreck. shaky legs, quivering lips, glassy eyes.

and fuck. with the amount of juices gushing out of you, you might as well have given your whole body up for him. every single time — he was able to make you so fucking wet. all from his mean, mocking words.

the rhythm of his fingers pushing and pulling out of your pussy was accompanied by the sloppiest schlick! schlick! sounds. that with your whines, you were the loudest thing in the room.

“so fucking loud,” he groaned airily against your face. “do you ever shut up?”

“mmf . . .” you stifle a moan. his words hit you right in the face, making a wave of pleasurable self-resentment make your pussy even more wet.

the corner of sae’s mouth twitch slightly upwards. “you like when i do this? how fucking filthy.”

he stopped the pace of his fingers. at the feel of him taking them out, you ravenously felt empty and starved. the walls of your wet cunt pulsed inwards and outwards, absolutely desperate for him.

his fingertips ran down your slick folds, making you shudder.

“a—ah!” you squeak.

“yeah,” he whispered lowly, his heavy-lidded eyes focused on your bare wet pussy. “look at that. so damn wet.”

he watched closely this time when he inserted his two fingers back into you. staring at the gradual stretching of your glossy cunt. his tongue unconsciously swiped his bottom lip, showing his clear arousal.

the sounds of his fingers fucking you echoed in the room with those same sloppy, gushing schlick! schlick! sounds.

“y’hear that?” he slurred, now looking up at you. “that’s all you.”

your throat ached from your crying moans. before you could even begin to say anything, sae leaned in, kissing you with filthy fervour. you couldn’t catch your breath.

he pulled away, his gaze boring into your teary eyes. “gonna cum all over my fingers?”

“y—yes,” you sputtered, spit bubbling out of your shaky mouth.

sae scoffed, narrowing his eyes slightly. “filthy girl.”

you sucked on air as your body went cold. then, heat — everywhere.

squirt!

“hnngh . . !” you groaned, feeling your pussy tenderly squeeze around his fingers, sopping with your slick and oozing cum.

“yeah,” sae breathed, his breath fanning your face. “cum all over my fingers.”

your lower stomach slowly drained of tension. the more you rode out your orgasm, the more the knot inside you unraveled. fuck. it felt so good. you involuntarily bucked your hips slightly up, making sae’s fingers hit a new angle inside of you.

“hah— ah!” you whimper, the pleasure blanking your mind.

sae clicked his tongue, pulling out his fingers once your high died down.

and he shoved them into your mouth without a second thought.

“mm—!” you muffle in surprise, the taste of your own cum short circuiting your mind.

“c’mon, taste how fucking gross you are,” he cooed mockingly. “you loud, pathetic fuck.”

you instinctively followed his words, slurping on the goopy, slicky coating on sae’s fingers. sae watched, his eyes lightening up at the sight of your pathetic, big-eye gaze.

he finally forced his fingers out your mouth, watching as you swallowed. he imperceptibly bit his lip, his hand sliding down to adjust the erection in his pants.

“you’re so fucking disgusting,” he whispered raspily. he leaned in and lightly nipped at your neck. “it’s so fucking hot.”

tags: SMUT . minors DNI . fem reader . reader is a demihuman . needy reader . rough fucking . multiple orgams

aria's comments: look at me being responsible and not disappearing for 6 days as usual🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. im horny and this is really short okay bye enjoy. NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

the apartment you and sae shared reeked of your pheromones—thick, sweet and desperate.

your bunny ears kept twitching uncontrollably, the fluffy tail thrashing against the ruined sheets as another brutal wave of heat ripped through your body. you were a mess, humping sae's thigh like a pathetic little thing while tears stained your flushed cheeks.

"sae...please...I can't take it anymore," you sobbed, grinding harder, leaving a wet trail on his skin. "hurts so bad...I need you to fuck me—"

sae grinned, he grabbed your sensitive ears suddenly, pinching the bases hard. the jolt of pleasure and pain shot straight to your core and made you cry out sharply.

"needy little bunny," he whispered, his voice filled with lust. "look at you, dripping everywhere, ears twitching like a whore in heat. pathetic."

you whimpered as he yanked your ears again, forcing your head back. fresh tears spilled down your face. the sensation was overwhelming—your ears were so sensitive that every tug made your pussy clench hard and he knew that.

sae finally pushed you off, pushing you into your back and shoved his cock inside you in one smooth thrust. thankfully, he slid in pretty quickly as you were completely soaked with slick.

your back arched, a broken cry tearing from you as your cunt spasmed around him, your first orgasm crashing into you the second he bottomed out.

sae groaned as your thighs shook, your cunt gushing slick around his cock as he began fucking you through it. he grabbed your hip with one hand, the other trialing up to your bunny ears to hold onto it. the sudden stimulation made you whine. a moan slipping from you as hot white pleasure filled you.

"fuck—you're so tight,"

sae leaned down, his lips finding the tip of your ear before gently biting down on it. a gasp tore from your throat, eyes rolling back as you clenched around him. tears pouring down your face freely.

"ah—sae wait too much!"

you whimpered, your body seizing up again, your cunt clamping down on him rhythmically as you moaned his name continuously.

sae smirked, both hands finding your hips as he began drilling his thick cock into you—over ajd over again. "love it when you're this desperate."

"nghsae!"

your second orgasm hit harder than before. you screamed, your tail wiggling wildly as pleasure tore through you.

your stomach fluttered as you squirted around his cock, soaking the sheets. he kept fucking you through it, dragging it out until you were twitching and sobbing uncontrollably.

only then did he suddenly flip you onto all fours, yanking you forward to slam back in. in this position he was even deeper, his mushroom tip hitting your cervix with each thrust.

"is that all bunny" he questioned, his voice dripping with mockery. his hand came down, slapping your ass harshly. "c'mon, you can give more cant you? needy little slut."

"fuck fuck..sae please—"

you cried, sae pushed your head into the pillow, forcing your moans and whimpers to muffle as he fucks you. your cunt clenching around him as if trying to milk him.

his hips stuttered in you at the feeling, a grunt escaping him. "good girl..keep clenching like that."

he praises, grinding against your sensitive walls. "poor little thing aren't you? you're in for a long night."

warnings: smut , minors dni , mean!sae , blue lock , piv , hes kinda possessive?

❤︎ . this is for you, @solalol as requested ! im super exshauted it might suck. i hope you like it! comment to be added to my bluelock taglist :p

"sae would you fight someone for me?"

the question slips out in a broken moan right as sae itoshi, your beloved boyfriends slams into you from behind, his thick cock buried balls deep in your dripping cunt.

you're on all fours on his bed, ass up high, face pressed into the sheets while he grips your hips hard enough to bruise. he's been fucking you like that for the last hour. deep, punishing strokes that make your whole body jolt forward with every thrust. sae freezes, his cock twitching angrily inside you. the room is filled with the wet sounds of your cunt clenching around him and both of you breathing hard.

"...what?" he asks, clearly taken aback. he grinds his cock deeper inside you, rolling his hips so you feel every inch stretching you open. "you're really asking me that while i'm fucking you?"

you whimper eyes rolling back as you push back against him, regardless of your legs are already shaking. "i did... so would you? fight someone for me?"

sae lets out a short, humorless laugh. his hand slides up your back and fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can lean over you. "yeah. sure. i'd fight them." his next thrust is harder and meaner, making you cry out.

"but why the fuck are you thinking about other men right now? when my cock is splitting this sloppy pussy open?"

he starts moving again, fucking you with slow, heavy drags of his cock that drag against every sensitive spot inside you. the angle was brutal, letting him hit so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

"mmm...but what if it's someone you know?" you gasp, still pushing your luck even as your brain starts melting. "like...would you fight rin for me?"

sae had shoved into you once more harshly, forcing a moan out of you as you said his brother's name. the second the name leaves your mouth sae goes completely still.

rin? his brother? did you just moan his brother's name? accidentally or not—sae's grip on you tightened, his eyes darkening.

you feel sae's cock throb violently inside you, like the mere action pissed him off so bad it made him harder. his grip on your hair tightens harshly.

"rin?" sae's voice drops even lower, icy and venomous. "you're thinking about my useless fucking brother right now? moaning his name when i'm the one inside you?"

he doesn't wait for an answer. he yanks your hips back and starts fucking you harder, in mean, ruthless strokes that knock the breath out of you. the sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, wet and filthy.

"you dumb little slut," he says, leaning over you so his chest presses against your back. "you've actually lost the plot haven't you?"

the anger in his voice was clear, even clearer with the sudden change of pace. he pressed your head down into the pillow, fucking you harshly. your eyes rolled back, tears threatening to fall as sae began hitting your cervix with every single thrust without remorse.

"answer me," sae demands, voice still scarily calm even as he's railing you senseless. "you think rin could fuck you like this? think he could stretch this greedy pussy the way i do?" he reaches under you and slaps your clit lightly, making you jerk. "huh? speak."

"n-no—sae—fuck!" you moan, drooling onto the sheets as he fucked you.

"that's right..no."

"this pussy belongs to me. only me..and you have the nerve to bring up rin while i'm ruining you?" his hand slides around to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "do you really get that dumb when you're high of cock? hm?"

"hck—sae too deep!" you whined, your mind becoming a complete mush, completely consumed by pleasure. every brutal thrust knocks another moan out of you, your walls fluttering wildly around his thick cock. your brain feels fuzzy, pleasure fogging everything up as he fucks you stupid—literally.

"say it," sae hisses right against your ear. "tell me who owns you. tell me whose name you should be screaming right now?"

"yours—sae it's yours," you babble, voice wrecked. "only yours..let me cum please!!"

"good girl. finally using your brain." he bites down on your shoulder, sucking a dark mark into your skin while he keeps fucking you deep and steady. "i'm gonna fuck that name right out of your head. every time you even think about rin you're gonna remember how i destroyed this pussy for it and dont you dare cum."

he angles his hips on purpose, hitting that sweet spot over and over, making you cry out. you were so wet it's dripping down your thighs, the lewd squelching sounds embarrassing and hot at the same time.

"look at you," sae mocks. "pushing your hips against me like some desperate whore...do better if you wanna cum sweetheart."

you nod frantically, moaning and whimpering. all you can focus on is the way his cock stretches you, the way he owns every inch of you. you arched your back more, forcing more of him inside you.

sae grins, staring down at you. "yeah..good girl. no cumming until I teach you a lesson hm? all nice and proper."

the love language of your new gen 11 bf ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡

blue lock new gen 11 bf x reader

ft. michael kaiser, bunny iglesias, sae itoshi, vivian hugo, julien loki, don lorenzo