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𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : 𝟎.𝟓

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 (𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞.)

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 : 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫' 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬- 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟓.𝟏𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟐𝟒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬).

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐌𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝟏𝟖+

˚୨୧⋆｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 !! <𝟑

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞), 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐣𝐨𝐛,𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐲.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

✦ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

It had been over two weeks now and every gesture of yours had been turned down by Yoichi. It wasn’t the fact that you were ‘sex depraved’ as he called it; you were just determined to make him lose.

Booty shorts with the lowest temperature set with the air conditioner on? He simply handed you a blanket with a smile, “It is cold.” Another time you bent over after spilling coffee all over the table on purpose as he was behind you on the couch hoping to get a reaction, only to find him poised and reading his book; making you sigh as if it was all for nothing.

Staring at the spilled coffee on the table, you felt a smirk crawl its way onto your lips.

This was sure to work.

Setting out a white shirt on the bed, you had your plan set out in motion for the next evening.

It had been a long day of practice for Isagi, beginning with a light sheen of sweat from the warmups he had to do and continuing to shed more salty perspiration after a game or two, pushing himself the hardest he can on the field. Sighing in exhaustion he dropped the bag to the floor, closing the door behind him as he walked into the house, eager to rest. Seeing you sit crossed legged on the couch, he gave a tired smile, walking over to you to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Welcome home.” you muttered, closing your book as you turned to look at him.

He seemed exhausted, freshly smelling of a body wash that he had showered himself with.

But you weren't going to go easy on him, making sure that he was ready to drop dead out of exhaustion once you were done with him at the end of the night, the reason behind the motive was to remind that the sex depraved one in the relationship wasn't you, teasing and edging him till he had begged you to let him cum.

“Can you pass me the bottle of water behind you on the table?” you asked, the wheels of your head turning as you prepared yourself for what you were planning to do next. “Sure.” he said, reaching over the bottle of water, unscrewing it and giving it to you.

It was showtime.

Taking sips of water, you made sure to expose your throat, knowing how weak Isagi was for it, knowing that he liked to bite and lick it when the two of you were intimate. What came next was more crucial.

Pulling the bottle away from your lips, you let it spill on your throat, as it cascaded down to the white shirt that now turned transparent, making the curves of your body stood out; your nipples standing hard from the chill air and the coldness of the water that you had spilled over your body as Isagi watched it happen, mesmerized by you. He swallowed, shifting uncomfortably as his cock began to stir in his pants, making him squirm on the arm of the couch.

“Fuck- I got water all over me” you said, pulling the shirt behind you, giving him a better view of your tits, making his self restraint weak as he wanted to grab and squeeze it.

It had been long since he last did this wasn’t it? The challenge seemed stupid compared to what he could have had and yet he denied himself. His hard on had become obvious, making the tent in his pants stand out.

You had won.

“It seems like my Yoichi has a problem with his pants. Want me to take them off, velvet?” you asked, looking up at him.

With the gulping of his saliva, he knew he had lost, as he watched you take off his pants and his hard member pointing towards you.

“Looks like my little rabbit has made quite the mess.” you remarked, giving him a teasing look at his cheeks had a violent blush spread through them. He watched you as you took his member into your mouth, sucking the tip of it as you gave him doe eyes, pushing his shirt up to reveal the v lines of this lower abdomen. Taking the hem of his shirt into his hands, Isagi watched as you took his member into your hand, stroking it while the string of precum connected from the tip of your tongue to his aching cock.

Feeling the tip of your tongue trace the underside of his cock, a moan escaping his lips; his hands loosening their grip on his shirt as they moved towards your head, wanting to push more of himself into your mouth, feeling the warm and wet muscles of it tightening around him as you sucked him many times before. He whined when he felt you pull away, the sudden cold air of the room making him shiver as his sensitive cock was out.

“Ah ah ah” you tutted, clicking your tongue, hand gripping his cock with a slight squeeze, making him whimper, his eyes clenching shut from the feeling of your fist around him.

“You lost.” you stated. "After nearly three weeks. Nearly a month, you think I’m gonna let you have your way?” you asked, watching as he looked away in shame, hands bunching up in the pants that were on his waist, the elastic of it sticking to his skin. Taking your messy fingers, you poked one into his mouth, the tip of your finger resting on his bottom teeth;

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, dumb rabbit.” you glowered, eyes flicking to his lip as they formed an ‘o’ around your finger.

“Suck” you ordered, watching as he lowered his gaze, the tips of his ears reddening at the sound of your words, yet sucked obediently, bobbing his head back and forth, tasting himself on you.

Using your forefinger you lifted his chin, retracing your thumb out of his mouth. “You like tasting yourself that much?” you teased.

“Shut up.” he muttered, looking away, a hand coming to swat yours away in defiance, little did he know that the ball was not in your court but his. Fisting your hand into his shirt, you brought him forward, lips on the shell of his ear, giving it a teasing lick that sent a shiver down his spine.

“I’m warning you now, Velvet. Pull that with me and I’ll make you regret it. You might have your way on the field and I might let you have your way in bed with me; but right now and right here? I’m the fucking referee. I decide if you get to play or not. Are we clear?” you said grimly. Not hearing an answer from him, your hand moved from his shirt to jaw, pulling it back; looking into his eyes.

“Are we clear, Yoichi?” the words coming out as more of a statement than a question.

“Yes.” “Good boy. Now here’s what we’re gonna do.” you said, looking to the side towards the clock that hung on the wall. “I’m giving you five minutes. Strip everything and wait for me on your knees on the bed, with your arms behind you. If you don’t do it, I will make sure you regret it; and I mean it. It’s not an empty promise.” you said, as he nodded.

“Go.” you ordered, hearing him stumble, taking his pants off with his shirt to follow, the sound of the creaking of the bed with a ‘fuck’ to follow, making a smirk make its way to your face.

The white shirt never failed.

✦ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧

If there was anything Rin was good at, it was the waiting game, the patience being stretched out into thin paper with the tension rising between the both of you as the weeks passed by when Rin had made up his mind to keep up the streak to prove you wrong. It was difficult for old habits to die hard and the same had been the case with Rin, his ego inflating when the challenge was brought to him, determined to prove you wrong along with winning. There were times when you had tried your best, letting your touches linger on his skin from the times you had been intimate with him, rather than giving into his carnal urges, Rin drew a line, leaving you with a pec rather than a heated and passionate kiss that would escalate to the bedroom.

You had tried your hardest, even making sure to wear clothes that hugged your figure, walking around the house without a bra, your nipples being seen through your shirt, yet all Rin was grunt and look the other way, holding the cup of coffee close his lips with one hand while the other held the magazine as his legs were crossed. It was one thing for actions to not be reciprocated back, but it was a completely different thing to have an outrageously handsome boyfriend who was not only a football player but also a yoga enthusiast.

Rin was sticking to his word as he sat in boxers on the yoga mat that was laid out in the living room, stretching his legs; the muscle on his thigh gaining prominence as he touched his toe with his hand, the sight giving you a view of an adonis-like body. He could feel your lingering gaze, but chose to ignore it, instead taking it a step further to prove the point that he wasn’t giving in anytime soon - raising himself on one hand, teal eyes staring right into yours.

‘I will win.’

He was trying to make you give in; yet… little did he do to remind himself that it took two tango, the only question remaining was who would give in first.

Over the next few days, you pondered over ways you could get Rin's attention, determined to make him lose. He was impatient with your touches, snatching his hand away from your offensively if your touch lingered for long, turning his back to you saying that you could take a chair and take things from the shelf if they were too high for you when you had worn the booty shorts that stuck a little too well to your rear, as he walked out of the room smirking at your ‘pathetic’ attempt at trying to get his attention. The cogwheels in your head turned, you were aware that Rin wasn’t one to give in easily, wanting a statement of defeat out of you, reveling in the humiliation that you had faced for not being able to control your urges. Folding your arms, you relaxed into the cushions of the sofa.

What could possibly make him snap?

If there was a weakness to rin, it would be his inability to control his emotions if the game was not in his hands anymore, unable to control the pieces on a chessboard. Eyes widening at the thought, you picked up your phone, typing away for the plan you had set up. If Rin thought he could win, you were there to slim his chances to none.

“And what are we doing at a downtrodden place like this?” Rin asked with an expression of disgust as he eyed the building in front of him up and down, loud music blaring from inside the building as the doors of the establishment opened and closed as bouncers stood in front of the door.

“It’s a club.” “It’s a pathetic excuse of one. Is this establishment even successful?” he sneered.

“This is where we were supposed to meet Kimiko.” you stated, grabbing the sleeve of his coat when he was about to turn and leave. “It’s rude manners to keep someone waiting, Rin.” you added, your eyebrows pinching with disappointment at him.

Grunting, he lowered his hand, pulling his sleeve away from you. “Fine.” he said, walking ahead of you into the club with you following him as he took long steps.

Once inside the club Rin crinkled his nose from the loud music, moving through the sea of people towards the table where Kimiko sat with her boyfriend.

The conversation was awkward with a round of drinks that were served; the quiet chattering of office work, gossip and old memories coming to life while Rin swirled his glass of whiskey. Getting up from your respective seats, your plan was set into motion as the three of you headed towards the dance floor, finding a space among the crowd to move your bodies to the rhythm of the blaring music while Rin stayed behind keeping an eye on you.

You knew Rin was not a fan of loud spaces, finding comfort in the soft murmurs of expensive restaurants with classical music as ambience. This was out of his comfort zone, an advantage to be used to set your plan into motion.

Moving your body with the sway of your hips, you danced to the music, feeling the euphoric high it gave you, making you look seductive and carefree; with the aim to attract unwanted attention, knowing that teal eyes were watching every movement from across the room.

You felt a stranger come up to you, arms on either side with the silent permission to be your dance partner. You accepted, moving into him with close proximity, rolling your body to the rhythm of the music, giving him a smile as you raised your hands into your hair.

Rin grit his teeth watching you get close to a stranger on the dance floor. His eyes never left you, gaze wandering to the skin that was exposed by your skirt, rolling higher as you raised your hands to feel the beat of the blaring loudspeakers around the room. Try as he might to compose himself, his hand clenching into the cloth of pants, threatening to rip it as he stared at you, giving the stranger an all too sweet smile as if you were happy to see him despite never knowing him. His patience snapped as he watched you raise your hands to your hair, exposing your neck while you danced.

Enough was enough for him. Getting up from the table with the push of his chair back, he drew the attention of the people nearby tables with the screeching of the chair against the floor. With heavy steps, he shoved against the crowd, walking towards where you were. Pushing the man away he gave a protest, he dragged you by the arm, pushing the doors of the exit violently.

Pressing you against the wall, he placed either arms on your side, staring into your eyes, nostrils flaring from anger and his jaw clenched.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing.” he sneered.

“Dancing.” you answered with a shrug.

“Don’t act dumb with me. You and I both know very well that that wasn’t dancing. Do you get off acting like a slut with another man?” he growled as you looked away unbothered.

Anger seeped through his veins as he came closer to you, his hand coming to squish your cheeks to make you face him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” he ordered.

You clenched your jaw, your hand coming to move his away with force, the other on his throat. Placing your foot next to his, you made him trip, spinning him around when he was against the wall, teal eyes widening in surprise as they stared at you as you pinned one of his arms pinned to the wall while you used your elbow to pin his opposite shoulder down.

“What’s wrong? Did the big bad football player lose his composure with me getting close to another man?” you mocked as his eyebrows pinched at your remark. “It was understandable for you to go with the stupid challenge, being the big headed person you are, but did you really ever take into account that I was being roped into an agreement I wasn’t a part of?” you asked grimly. “I had to watch you every fucking morning, stretching out on the yoga mat, taking all kinds of positions. You knew what you were doing. Tempting me when you’re the one who picked up the challenge. You thought you could make me give in with that? Hm?” you taunted, making him look to the side with his jaw clenched.

Placing your forefinger on his lower jaw, you moved it with force, making him look at you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Rin.” you ordered as you felt him take in a shaky breath.

“You wanna know what a slut is like?” you asked, a smile making its way to your face with your eyebrows raised, lifting your knee to rub against his cock. He gasped with a broken moan as he felt you move your knee up and down against his cock. “It seems like you already do.” you stated with a laugh, leaning into his ear to nibble it.

“Fuck you.” he said gritting his teeth.

“Don’t test me brat. We’re out in public. Do you want people on the street to see me take a football player at the back of the club?” you taunted, leaning more of your body weight onto him, the surface of your thigh rubbing against his dick, feeling the bulge in his pants.

“Then again, you would like that wouldn’t you?” you asked, continuing to rub against it, making him lean the back of his head onto the brick wall behind him, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit.

“Who knew the big bad Rin was actually such a pathetic slut vying for attention? What? Got angry that I gave it to another man?” you grit out, grinding your thigh into his crotch, making him moan while slipping two fingers into his mouth until the tips of it hit the back of his throat. “Hold your moans in, slut. There are people watching us.” you said, “Suck on them. Get them nice and wet for me.”

He did as you told, rolling his tongue on the underside of your fingers, his lips sucking on your digits with sloppiness.

“Good boy. It seems like you can listen.” you said, moving your fingers back and forth, hearing him gag lightly. You continued to do so until you pulled your fingers away from his lips, a string of saliva connecting to his mouth. Even if his eyes were clouded with lust you could see a hint of stubbornness mixed with anger in them as they stared at you.

“What? Didn’t like my fingers down your throat?” you asked with a smirk, wiping your wet fingers on his coat while your other hand moved from his pinned forearm, to his throat. “Imagine how I take your cock. Remember the times where you’d push my head forward to take all of you in?” you asked, dragging the tip of your finger down the expanse of his throat until you had reached a few centimeters under his Adam's apple, the tip of it digging into the skin of it lightly.

“Here.” you said, moving towards him to kiss the area, running your tongue on it, making him shudder. “That’s how far you go on days you decide to face fuck me. And look at you, choking and gagging around just two fingers. Pathetic.”

Taking a step back, you gave him space, watching him blush wildly, the uncomfortable bulge in his pants quite visible along with a wet spot that was from the precum that seeped through his boxers.

“Tch. Fuck off.” he mutterred. Tapping his cheek twice, his teal eyes stared into yours. Raising two fingers to tap against his cheek, you watched as he raised his hand to swat it away, with you catching his wrist in your hand, fingers tightening around it.

“You might be big and strong Rin, but in all honesty; you can whine like a bitch in bed.” you stated, taking your phone out of your pocket, playing an audio recording that you had secretly had when you were bouncing on him making him moan and whine, his eyes widening at the clipping. Reaching out his other hand, he tried reaching for it, eager to take it out of your hands.

“Ah ah ah.” you tutted, clicking it shut and pocketing it as he looked at you with a mean glare.

“Glare at me all you want, brat. That was just a demonstration of the last time when I was giving you pleasure. But when we get home…” you whispered, pulling him by the sweater he wore. “I am going to break you. Until you’re nothing but a drooling mess.”

You pulled away, watching him caste his gaze down in shame. “The tent in your pants is too obvious. Cover it with your coat.” you ordered as he did so, shamefully. “Let’s go home.”

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

There were times when you had a hard time interpreting Meguru, wondering if he was serious or just oblivious. It had been two weeks ago when he had told you about taking up the challenge. He had stuck to his word, but his actions had made you frustrated with the mornings where he would hold your waist, fingertips digging into your hips as he kissed your neck, licking the side of it like a puppy; or the times when you would lean over the counter, reaching for an item on the cabinet and he would teasingly slap your ass, announcing his arrival. He had always been affectionate, relying on physical touch and often at times, his gestures moving from the boundary of being affectionate to being sensual. Over a period of days, he would make it difficult, nuzzling into you in the morning, hands slipping under your shirt, teasing the space between your tits with the light drag of his fingertips; or climbing into your lap when you read the magazine, nuzzling into your neck as a sign of affection, until you had decided that you had had enough.

If there was a kink that you knew Meguru had, it had to be when he saw you working at your pottery table, throwing clay on the table as you used water to smoothen it out. A plan formed in your brain, wanting to pay him back for his unconscious teasing. A gentle reminder during the month wouldn’t hurt would it?

Looking at the clock, you changed into one of his shirts, making sure to take off your bra along with it. He was to be home soon, and you were determined to teach him a lesson for leaving you high and dry on days that he had become sensual, leaving you to take care of yourself.

“I’m home!” Bachira announced, tossing his duffle bag to the side of the room as it landed on the sofa, taking his shoes off messily at the entrance of the house. Not hearing a response, he wandered further into the house, searching for you.

“Toki?” he asked, stepping into the room where you sat by the lamp, hands placing the large clump of clay in the middle of the wheel. You had barely started, wanting to make him watch you as you began to shape the clay as you sat in his shirt, the wheel turning and the top of the blunt clay now became narrow, forming into a phallic shape.

“Yes, sunflower?” you answered, hearing his sock covered feet make their way to you across the wooden floor of the room.

“It seems like the artist is inspired during late hours… didn’t you wanna work during the day when sunlight came in?” he chuckled, watching as you shaped the clay, hands moving sensually around it, your figure looking seductive in the shadow of the lampshade.

“What can I say? It comes to me naturally.” you rasped, raising a teasing eyebrow at him. “Wanna throw some clay with me?” you offered, making some space for him in front of you, kicking a cushion on the empty space between your feet with your hands covered in the light gray of the clay. Eyes lighting up, Bachira took off his jacket and jersey, knowing that they were going to get dirty as he had been sloppy with clay, wanting to sit in his boxers. Ducking under your forearm, he shifted his form under you, hands holding your forearms to get adjusted, his feet pushing the potter’s wheel a little away to make space for himself; not knowing that he had fallen into your trap.

Hands coming on the clay between yours, he touched it lightly, getting the tips of his fingers messy. Taking your hands off the spinning clay, you placed it over his, mimicking his sensual movements from days prior, sliding the pads of your fingers across his knuckles.

Meguru felt your hands on his hands, circling around his wrists, your teasing touch on his knuckles as he tried to focus on the clay. Deciding to pay no attention, he shifted uncomfortably, shaking dirty thoughts off his mind.

Deciding to push forward, you put the second step of the plan in place, cupping his knuckles and leaning forward, pressing your breasts on his neck.

“You’re doing so well, sunflower.” you whispered, coming close to the shell of his ear.

Meguru could feel your breasts push against his neck, a wild blush blooming on his cheeks at the feeling of it when his cock started to harden slowly in his boxers as he turned in the opposite direction of your face, pulling his ear away from you.

“So sensitive…” you remarked, clenching your hands around his and ruining the clay, his expression pinching into a confused one at the sight.

The wheel had stopped. Moving your hands from the messy clump of clay in front of you, you leaned down to move it towards his torso, teasing the line between his abs with a light trail of clay, the gray remnants of it making him shiver as it hardened on his skin, dragging your fingertips up to his neck, teasing the surface of it with your hands until you had cupped it, feeling him swallow under your palm.

Tilting his back, you made his honey-like gaze meet yours, making him gasp in the process as his hands came to rest on yours while the other held your other forearm, smearing the clay on it.

“Do you know how difficult you’ve made this week for me, Meguru?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. “Day after day even if you were doing the stupid challenge, I’ve had to deal with your torturing touches, mornings where you’d tease me, spank my ass, lick my neck… and then what would you do?” you asked him grimly, your thumb and forefinger squeezing the sides of the column of his throat.

“You’d go out of the house as if nothing happened… leaving me to deal with what you started.”

“Do you really get that much joy on leaving me and dry, Meguru?” you asked, leaning into his face, hand pushing by his throat into your lap, kissing his lips. Meguru moaned into the kiss as it became sloppy, your tongue moving against his. “Open your mouth.” you commanded as he did what you asked, letting your saliva drip sweetly on the surface of it. Pulling back you watched as his honey like gaze turned into that of a lusted one, eager to please you.

“Look at you taking my spit so sweetly into your mouth.” you cooed, thumb slipping to hold the tip of his tongue down. “You’d be really happy to take it too wouldn’t you?”

Bachira’s eyes widened in excitement, enticing a scoff out of you.

“You’re such a slut, Meguru. Getting excited from just my spit.” you said, letting go of his tongue.

“Swallow it.” you ordered.

Closing his lips, he continued to gaze at you, his adam's apple bobbing once he had.

“Turn around and face me.” you stated, letting go of his throat. Meguru obeyed, kneeling on the cushion, as he gazed up at you, mouth partly opened, heated breaths escaping it. “Open your mouth and show me. I wanna see if you’ve swallowed it all like a good boy.” you asked, your middle and forefinger resting under his chin while your thumb pressing down on his bottom lip lightly. Taking the hint, Bachira opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

“Good boy.” you praised, petting the tresses of his hair. Running your hands into his hair, you tugged lightly at the roots of it, making him groan with his eyes closed, his hands twitching by his sides, aching to touch you.

“You wanna touch me Meguru?” you asked, making him open his eyes, his gaze burning into yours.

“Take my pjs and panties off.” you ordered as he nodded, hands circling around your calves, not caring if he smeared clay on them. Sliding his hands up your legs, he hooked two of his thumbs to the waistband of your pajamas pulling them down along with your panties, his eyes staring right at your drooling cunt.

Swiping two fingers of your juices, you prodded at his lips. Looking into your eyes, Bachira opened his mouth, taking both of them in, sucking on them earnestly, his hands on your thighs, massaging them sensually, his cock making an obvious tent in his boxers. Your gaze casts down to his boxers, the bulge catching your attention. “You need some relief sunflower?” you asked, making him nod slightly, his gaze looking at your lips in a silent ask for you to suck him off.

“I know what you want, Meguru.” you said, tilting your hand to make him look at you. “And you won’t be having it.” You slid your foot on his bulge, teasing it with the tip of your toes. “After what you did, my mouth is a privilege for you.” you stated, gazing down at him as he moaned around your fingers, letting go of it as he bucked his hips up, wanting more friction to get himself off.

You teased him, using the underside of your foot to rub up and down on his bulge, his hands moving from your thighs behind to either side of him, his back arched as he stared at you, rolling his hips to each of your movements, grinding his cock into you, his boxers starting to feel wet from your ministrations as you teased him.

Meguru could feel himself getting close as his moans began growing louder and his thrusts got sloppier.

He whined when he felt you pull your foot away, his eyebrows pinching from the ache in his boxers.

“You thought I’d let you have your way just because you decided to obey me?” you asked, crossing your leg over the other.

“Do you know how many times you’ve teased me this week?” you asked him, as he looked at you perplexed.

“Four times.” you stated, raising four fingers to him. His honey-like eyes moving from your fingers to your face. “And do you know what that means Meguru?” you added, one hand cupping both his cheeks to make him look at you. “That means I get to edge you three more times.” you said, his eyes widening.

“And I’m gonna make each one longer than the last.” you drawled, moving to peck him on the lips.

He had lost.

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hinagarasu · 9 months

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Blue Lock Arabian Version ✨

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gachagon · 18 days

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wow this image of isagi is so cool I like the gun motif they used to show the "quickdraw" aspect of this skill.

#bllk spoilers #bllk manga spoilers #bllk isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi

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moonartemisia · 7 months

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Another Isagi art 💙💚⚽️

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strikerandoverachiever · 1 year

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CHAPTER 212 SPOILERS, A MUST

BY USING THE “PLANET HOTLINE” COMBO WITH KURONA, ISAGI MANAGES TO GET PAST UBER’S IMPENETRABLE DEFENSE

NOT LETTING EVEN NESS INTERFERE WITH HIS GOAL

AS HE TAKES A SHOT WITH HIS LEFT LEG, A LA KUNIGAMI

THUS SCORING THE 1ST GOAL IN THE MATCH AGAINTS UBERS AND HIS 1ST GOAL IN THE NEO EGOIST LEAGUE.

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neekzneekz · 10 months

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blue lock isagi

#blue lock #bllk #bllk isagi #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #blue lock isagi #bllk isagi yoichi #blue lock isagi yoichi #art #original art #bllk fanart #blue lock fanart #isagi fanart #fanart #anime

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ph4ngz · 11 months

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i need isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, chigiri, kunigami, shidou, sae, rin & barou x fem! reader (all separate) doing it raw for the first time?? pls pls pls pls pls

DOING IT RAW || BLUE LOCK

MMMMMM *feral noises.*

ISAGI YOICHI

"You're... y-you're on the pill, right baby?" he asks as soon as his tip meets the soft, slick outline of your entrance. His eyes are clenched shut, nose scrunched up as he does everything in his power to focus on the unfamiliar sensation of real pleasure, no bullshit condom, just pure skin on skin with his favourite girl. "Oh, shit..." he moans out loud, his features twitching and contorting in ecstasy. He's loving every second, finally able to experience every detail with his jolting, excited cock. "G-God, I-... oh~ t-tight!" he cries out quietly, attempting to control his volume as his head rolls back. Every so often, he repeatedly slides his sensitive cockhead back and forth over your puffy clit, relishing in the way it feels to mix each other's arousal together before recklessly jostling it inside once more. "Why... how... are you so fucking good?~ ah-"

BACHIRA MEGURU

"Wait, I thought it felt good already... now it's gonna be even more delicious?~ oh, wow. You're tooooooo good to me, my girl~" he'd cooed against your soft lips when you'd suddenly told him to fuck you without protection. Bachira couldn't care less if he's got a condom on or not. As long as you're having fun, he'll cum his brains out anyway. Even untouched. "Soooo, ya like it? What gets you off, huh? Is it that you can feel it pulse inside you?~" he asks playfully and oh so shamelessly, poking his tongue out as he rests your legs on his shoulders. "Bachira Meguru~ d-don't be so... so lewd..." you whimper towards the end of your sentence, the way his pelvis grinds against your gooey pussy to drive his cock in deeper making your eyes roll back. "Huh~ what, you embarrassed? Hehehe, oh— mmmh, don't be silly, you're the one who's getting my dick wetter by the second."

NAGI SEISHIRO

Oh, he's all for it. All you had to do was mention the mere concept of it and he was hauling you into his lap with that pretty, blank stare of his. "Wanna do that now." he's murmuring into your ear with all the focus he can conjure up going toward the strength of his big hands, already trying to remove your pants without ripping them. "Ohooooo," Nagi whines deeply into your shoulder once his fingers get wet whilst slipping your panties aside, "you're so wet, I wanna stick it in. Can I please...?" he asks lazily, dragging his lips across your skin so sensually, slowly. "Knock yourself out." you grant him permission with a shared dreamy stare, not entirely knowing what you're getting into until he's slipping himself in immediately, balls deep within seconds. "Hhhhh... hhh- I love youuuu~" he's moaning and sighing so slowly and it's almost making your ears twitch to hear more. "Condoms are such a hassle, o-oh... never wanna go back~"

MIKAGE REO

"We can do it raw, right? Can we do it raw?" a few strands of purple fall in front of his eager eyes as he holds an unopened condom between his fingers, already so worked up by the mere thought of pushing his needy cock in without some stupid condom preventing him from feeling the thrill he needs. Reo is ready to toss it behind his shoulder at the drop of a hat, and you don't think he even saw you nodding until a split second after he threw it away... "Fuck yeah, I'm so ready for this right now... you ready sweetheart?" he doesn't even wait for you to answer before he's spreading your cute cunt with his thumbs, intently watching his pink tip squeeze past your slicked up folds. "Oh my fucking godddd-... been waitin' for so long~" you hear him groan as he squeezes your thighs tightly. Every inch of his hard dick feels like it's on fire due to the way your hot arousal is coating his sensitive skin more and more, no pesky condom in the way.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

The little smirk on his gorgeous face when you tell him... hehe. "You're being for real, yeah? Okay, just... just c'mere, I'm not waiting around." he drags your body into his, grinding his clothed cock into your ass from behind, huffing impatiently like a spoiled brat. "You're letting me bang you raw..." a pearly white smile graces his face, he looks proud that you're finally letting him do this. Eyebrows bowed in pleasure, he watches his perfect tip squish between your folds and gather some of his sparkling precum on the way inside. His eyes are rolling back every five seconds, so sensitive and vulnerable under the influence of your wet cunt, especially now that there's no protection. "W-Woah, I'm— hhhhholy shit. Don't move, I might cum on the spot~" he warns you with a pornographic whine, pushing his hair back so he can get a clear view of your pussy trying to keep him all inside. "...I can go as fast as I want to as well, mm?~"

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

Ugh, he's doing his best to act like he doesn't give a shit. "Yeah... fuckin' sure, we can do that. Won't make much difference." he said. "Again... I need more- more~" he growls and sighs now. So stubborn, but you love it. How his hair somehow becomes more messy due to how fucking turned on he is, how he keeps trying to stop his frown from faltering every time you clench on his ruthless huge cock. He's already fucked his cum further into you twice, clearly not able to get enough of the amplified pleasure that comes with being allowed to release all up inside your velvety pussy for the first time. "Did you get even t-tighter or something...? Fuck, fuck— ugh~" he pounds into you hard enough to bruise, his huge breeder balls smacking against your ass whilst a growing streak of white dribbles from your abused hole each time he bottoms out. "Jesus, fuck! H-Hah~" he's almost got tears in his eyes, the sheer euphoria seeming to be strong enough to puncture his pride.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

This guy wants it. He fucking loves it. He pressured you into this, after all, knowing well that you were rather paranoid about unprotected sex no matter how bad you wanted to experience him raw. "Oh, baby... please? C'mon, you gotsta' loosen up a little to have more fun with me~" he roughly placed a hand over your forehead to thoroughly stroke your hair back, making sure you felt like you had nowhere else to look besides his own, unnerving eyes. "Or you could let this big, raw fucking cock do that for you..." he'd offered lowly, a certain seriousness in his tone that you just couldn't shake as his nose almost touched yours. And so here you are, his unforgiving length buried deep within your guts. You swear you can feel his heartbeat inside of you, his erratic breathing and whining almost confirming your suspicions. "Gonna let me do this, yeah?~ ah, this feeling is fucking perfect I swearrr..." Shidou groans with a twisted, dirty grin when he makes you nod eagerly for him, "oh my god... can feel all of you, hah, ah- shit."

ITOSHI SAE

"I won't refuse." is what he responds with when you snatch the condom wrapper from his hand and toss it to the bedroom floor. "Mm." Sae grunts softly when his bare and pulsating cockhead squeezes its way past your glistening, pretty entrance as both of his hands massage the flesh of your ass. If it were any other girl he was slowly dipping his cock into right now, they wouldn't think he could notice any difference at all. But you're not any other girl, you can sense him preventing his blunt nails from damaging your asscheeks, hear the sound of his throat closing up to prevent an outright whine, feel his fat dick trying to jump within the sultry contracting of your walls. "G-Go, all of it~" you demand sweetly, reaching your hands back to hold his own and tug him in. His breath shakes once his tensing balls touch your clit, the sensation of his solid length pressing the very limits of your insides without a layer of latex separating you causing a hardly controlled "yeahhh..." to escape from behind his gritted teeth.

ITOSHI RIN

God, he's trying way too hard. Acting as if he's not falling to bits right before your misty eyes, as if he's not on the verge of fucking drooling like a rabid animal at the way your hot slick connects the very end of his perfect cock to your throbbing entrance with a clear string. "...'re you ready?" he asks in that breathy, addictive voice of his whilst impatiently sliding his tip up and down between your soft, slippery lower lips. Please, please, please is what he's chanting inside. "Green light." you respond with a strained and sexy moan muffled by your forearm, feeling him trace a circle around your clit, a cooling drop of pre-cum latching onto it once he pulls back to position himself. It's when the first few inches of him are surrounded by your heat that he struggles to let go of his breath without holding it again. "Whew- Alright, fuck..." Rin pants slowly, his tough guy act starting to crack uncontrollably under the power of your perfect cunt.

BAROU SHOUEI

He said nothing when you agreed. Just pulled you in for the roughest kiss you've ever had. And suddenly, you're being bounced like a rag doll on his horse cock, every vein as prominent as ever along your fleshy, sticky walls. "Never show me a condom again." he grunts into your neck, his big hands gripping your perfect body with a steel grip like he could lose you if he let go. "I wanna fill you up... wanna fill you up with my cum- agh~ hhhnnggh..." his voice is deep and grumbly, vibrating against your skin as he bites a little to show some restraint. The manner in which your walls are spasming around his raw, long cock is making it increasingly difficult to keep himself in check. "Damn it, please... don't make me lose control of myself..." he pleads lowly, his huge arms holding you in position and bouncing you harder on his fat dick. "H-oh my-... good, good girl."

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lunaviee · 8 months

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bros the type of boyfriend to go on a shopping spree behind your back and buy you hundreds, maybe even thousands, of dollars worth of stuff all because of one thing;

“what the hell- why’d you buy all this??”

“well because i yelled at you when i shouldn’t have 2 months ago”

“..i got over that like 2 days after it happened..”

“but i didnt, this is my apology”

“you’ve apologized a million times ever since it happened what do you mean-”

REO., rin, sae, ISAGI, kaiser, itadori, GOJO, oikawa, ATSUMU, suna, CHUUYA. , tecchou,+ your fav(s)!

ohh ummm hey guyssss…..erm i’m not really back but i had this half assed thought so here u go!! also first time “writing” anything for jjk so uh sorry if it’s ooc just bear with me here

#✮ vie’s demons #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x reader #reo mikage x reader #itoshi sae x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #michael kaiser x reader #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #satoru gojo x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #miya atsumu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader

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melancholymegumi · 3 months

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Men who are so so so close to bending you over and fuck your ass while gagging you with his tie. He loves you , but god , sometimes he needs you to shut the fuck up and let him fuck your ass.

Lance Crown , Rayne Ames , Katsuki Bakugo , Todoroki Shoto , Mr.Compress , Rin Itoshi , Isagi Yoichi , Meguru Bachira.

taglist : @honeybunnxo @adoresizuku

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hyomaslut · 9 months

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──★ ˙🌟 ̟ !! gold star redemption program. 18+!

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ's ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ

✿ ─ synopsis: you are the new manager for team blue lock and you have a great idea to make the players get along better. after all, positive reinforcement worked really well on dogs, why not men? ✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma + kunigami rensuke referenced ✿ ─ cw: smut, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, aged-up!characters(18+), pet names, kissing, penetrative sex, oral receiving/giving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, non-exclusive relationships, lots of jealousy, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, shidou is an asshole, rin threatens murder, somewhat proofread ✿ ─ notes: okay so every is going to ignore the logistics and mental gymnastics done to put all these guys on the same team and have any of this go on, right? cool. this work was requested by @anastasiablossomlove pls enjoy!

managing team blue lock was no task for a person of average conviction. anyone with less of a spine would be easily trampled and consumed by the members, all with big personalities and even bigger egos. you took to the role with exceptional organizational skills and a positive attitude that didn’t falter, even under the cold glares of the less compliant men of the team (cough cough itoshi rin cough cough barou shouei). before the end of your first week you had drafted up detailed and individualized meal plans, unique to each of them. by the second you had worked with the coach to create special training regimes that works towards their fitness goals while providing challenge and variety. right under their noses you dug your pretty fingers into every part of team blue lock, finding every issue and soothing every conflict, turning a group of somewhat wild animals into a well functioning machine with you at its core.

and not a detail slipped your eye. you could always tell when kunigami had pushed himself too hard in the gym by the stiffness in his shoulders. honestly you doubt you would’ve been able to convince him to let you help him if he wasn’t just as sore as you predicted. but the minute your palms were pressing into his back he was groaning in relief, “you’re an angel” grumbled under his breath. he’s a bit less embarrassed the next time around, blushing while asking you to fix him like you did last time.

you quickly took responsibility for doing chigiri’s hair before every practice and game. after seeing it fall out of its style and flap wildly in his face whenever he reached top speed on the field, you decided he needed something a little more reliable to keep it out the way so his eyes could stay on the ball. though when his hair was this soft, who could blame you for taking a bit longer than necessary, brushing through the knots and gently scratching at his scalp. plus, he didn’t seem to mind all that much, always red faced and all smiles, leaning into your touch. the thank you kiss he plants on your cheek lingers long enough to leave a matching blush on your face as a token of his appreciation.

being the backbone of their system earned you respect, acknowledgement, even affection from the overly friendly members of the team (cough cough bachira meguru cough cough shidou ryusei). no one could deny the benefits of having you around, always offering all kinds of helpful advice and showed not a shred of judgment when listening to their problems. and you weren’t exactly ignorant to the fact that your constant support was causing some of your new friends to become especially attached to you. maybe to someone else it would be a bigger concern, but in your eyes, this was only another opportunity to do more for your team.

that’s why you implemented the gold star redemption program to help motivate them. it was quite simple to follow, you had a chart with all of their names along with cute, slightly wonky doodles of them, and a list of ways to earn gold stars. from goals and assists to being on good behavior, whatever way they earn their stars, team members can then cash them in for certain prizes from you. the list had looked something like this…

2 ☆ = snack or drink of your choice 4 ☆ = a home cooked meal 5 ☆ = a kiss <3 7 ☆ = a massage <33 10 ☆ = private training session <333

the objective was to give incentives towards cooperation. not to mention, it’s always good to strengthen bonds with your team members. it seems, however, that you underestimated how much of your time this new system would take up. or maybe you just overestimated how easy it would be to keep up with the greedy desires of so many egoists at once.

ever since your arrival, anyone with eyes could see that isagi yoichi carried a torch for you. you let him talk your ear off for hours about tactics and players, never tired of his company or too busy for his rambles. it gets his heart thumping obnoxiously loud in his chest. so yoichi makes it his objective to dote on you as much as possible to try to make up for all the time you spend fussing over everybody else. always staying after practice to help you or walking you home. so when you start handing out stars for that kind of stuff, isagi is already making a steady income. he considers himself a gentleman, so at first he spends his stars on meals. and he’s more than happy to eat your cooking, stirring up all kinds of wifey fantasies in his head and enjoying his lunches with you. but at night, when he’s lying in bed, the big ticket item at the bottom of the prize board haunts him. and when he can’t take it anymore, he slips into your tiny little office that you share with the coach, a self-satisfied smile on his face when he lets you know that he just finished the stat sheets you asked him to fill out, earning him his tenth gold star. enough for one private training session.

in all the times you thought about sex with isagi, you’re not sure you ever pictured it to be like this. bent over your own desk, tennis skirt bunched up around your waist, your star player too eager to sink into your pussy to even push down your underwear. they stayed tugged to the side, thoroughly soaked from the way his hips meet yours in sloppy desperate thrusts. “i knew i needed to fuck you when i saw this skirt,” he confesses, eyes fixed to the point where you connect, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, “you’ve been tempting me all day, so be a good girl and take my cock, okay?” before you can respond he hooks a finger into the elastic of your panties to let it snap back against your skin, drawing a small yelp from you. he changs the angle to fuck you harder, deeper. you wonder if this could be the same sweet yoichi that carries your things and bashfully tells you your outfit looks good.

apparently that yoichi doesn’t exist once he’s balls deep inside you, all that’s left is the side of him you’ve only caught glimpses of when he’s dominating his opponents on the field. and if you thought that it was a chance encounter, you’re sorely mistaken as week after week isagi makes sure he earns his ten stars and you get to know just how mean he can be. his grip is always tight around your hair, whether it’s pulling and steering you into the position he wants or guiding your head down to take more of his dick. god forbid he asks you nicely for something like he always does when you’re not ‘training’. one time you even had the gall to suggest the idea to him and lived to regret it as now if you want anything from him, isagi is only accepting the most convincing of your begs. “c'mon princess, mind your manners, if you wanna cum then you’re gonna have to ask really nicely.” and no teary eyed puppy dog look will get you what you want, even when he makes getting your words out so difficult. truthfully, he never intends to be so hard on you, but having you crying and begging for his cock is the only way to soothe the devil on his shoulder that tries to tell him to take you for himself. in the aftermath, you start to recognize your yoichi again, sheepish in his apologies for how rough he was with you, kissing away the tears that run down your face. he’s lucky you’re too fucked out to charge him for them.

there’s not a world where you offer bachira meguru sexual favors in exchange for playing soccer and he says no. he was already gonna do that anyway, and now not only does he get to make even more of a game out of it, but his reward for winning is the cute little manager he’s had his eyes on for far too long? consider him sold. bachira knows it would be most fun for him to save up and have sex with you as soon as possible, but all of a sudden he has five and he’s itching for a kiss. one he decides to give you right before practice starts… in front of the whole team. but can you blame him? he’s already been waiting forever to feel those pretty glossed lips on his, you couldn’t really expect him to make it through the next few hours when he’s so close to getting what he wants. and you could maybe understand that, but was it really necessary to go for a full open-mouthed wet almost make out that left you panting when everyone’s eyes were already on you? you suspect not, but bachira doubles down, telling you it was of upmost importance that he got it in, else he wouldn’t be able to focus. he neglects to tell you that he overheard reo in the locker room talking about what he was gonna do now that he had five stars. shidou already made it very clear that he would be first to ten, so bachira had to be crafty in order to secure at least one first from you.

meguru was certainly one of the more needy players, right under nagi that required some form of encouragement every step of the way to get anything done. bachira usually does what you tell him to, but not without whining about deserving a prize for being good. quite frankly, you dread having to ask anything of him, because he is determined to be fully compensated for even the smallest of requests. even a task as easy as grabbing something on a high shelf was met with a cheeky smirk and a request for a kiss. and don’t think he’ll budge either, holding the item hostage if he thinks he can squeeze two out of you. it didn’t make it any easier that bachira didn’t possess a shy bone in his whole body, openly showering you in affection when the others were around, holding your hand and nuzzling his face into your collar. it was enough to make even a professional like you blush. he acted as if he was oblivious to the jealous stares of his friends, but the smug cat-like smirk he sends them and the way he only holds you tighter when you try to shyly brush him off gives him away. it may come as a surprise considering his reputation for being a bit delusional, but bachira tries to root himself in reality for once. he frequently reminds himself of the nature of your relationship and tries his best not let his imagination run wild with anything that would be beyond the boundaries you’ve clearly set. things like picturing himself taking you on dates, coming home to you at night, introducing you to his mom. they were all too dangerous to let his mind settle on them for too long.

and what better distraction than burying his face between your thighs. it’s hard to think of much when he hasn’t bothered to stop lapping at your cunt long enough to take a breath in a couple minutes. suffocating was the least of his concerns when the clench around his fingers lets him know your orgasm is just around the corner. meguru swears that your pathetic little whimpers and the slick dripping down his chin are like a straight hit of dopamine to his brain and he’s at real risk of addiction at this point. lidded amber eyes travel up to watch your expression twist into one of pleasure as you gasp out his name. now that catches his interest. when your vision clears and your brain is functioning again after that intense high, you search for his comfort as if you had done any of the hard work. but all you’re met with is that signature wild look that he gets when he brushing past the enemy team’s defense straight towards his goal. it’s your only warning that he’s far from tired and even farther from sated. “if i can keep going, so can you baby. i know you have more for me. jus’ need t’see you make that face one more time.” you have no room to protest, his tongue already finding your clit and working towards bringing you to the edge once again. by your fourth time cumming, you’re sobbing for a break and debating whether you should charge him four times over or give him a star for each one.

someone who was on board with your system from the second that you explained how it worked, was shidou ryusei. what better way to celebrate another one of his blood pumping, heart stopping performances than racing to the locker room to blow a load in his favorite girl while his teammates debrief with the coach? to him it was simple, you fuck him, you feed him, you take care of him, you spend time with him. shidou is, by all of his definitions, dating you. while some might be turned off by the idea of dating someone who isn’t offering exclusivity, he didn’t see it as much of an obstacle. not when he spent star stickers like a gambler on a slot machine, having you multiple times a week if the economy allowed it. and if he’s short a few, no worries, ryusei is quite the negotiator. it starts one week when he’s only missing a star or two, promising he’ll pay back the difference, you know he’s a good customer. it’s probably not a good idea to give in to him though, as the next time he wants a private training session, he’ll insist they’re only nine stars for him. he has made all kinds of fake coupons from 50% Off! to Buy One Get One Free! to even a homemade punch card in his own terrible handwriting. shidou was the first one to ever get a star taken away when he tried to give you an arby’s gift card in exchange for a blowjob. he didn’t try that tactic again.

the worst is when he tries to haggle in the middle of sex. your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his tip is kissing your cervix when he chooses to whine about not being able to kiss you because he has no stars left. he worked too hard to get good star credit, he can’t go into star debt!! “ and with his lips just hovering over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face, how could you say no? in a moment of weakness, you have unfortunately given an inch to shidou, infamous mile taker, and now it’s hard to get him to pay for any of his kisses, especially while he’s fucking you. you thank god that at the very least no one knows he’s been getting them for free… if only shidou would allow your life to be that easy. even worse than giving him an inch, you expected shidou to keep a secret. and you thought his big mouth was something you liked about him. until he’s using it to brag to everyone that he’s your favorite, practically your boyfriend, all because you let him get away with a smooch here and there. let’s just say you had to give out a lot of free kisses to smooth over the problem his bragging habits created.

honestly ryusei was starting to cause a lot of confusion outside of the team with his antics. what with his always hanging off your arm, giving you as much affection as you’d tolerate, calling you sweet nicknames. the people in your life were actually starting to believe you two were dating. not that shidou does anything to discourage such rumors, only grinning and agreeing every time someone mistakes you as a couple. hell, he was starting to get you confused, saying things during your training sessions that certainly didn’t fit the transactional nature of the act. “holy shit you’re so tight- love this pussy, l-love you so much. say my name. c’mon baby, say you love me and i’ll make you feel so fucking good.” and only because ryusei always makes good on his promises do you allow yourself another moment of weakness.

itoshi rin didn’t have much interest or faith in you upon first introduction. he sized you up as some nobody doing this whole manager thing as a fun extracurricular, so as long as you stayed out of his way he didn’t care what you did. with his luck, he shouldn’t be surprised that you were immediately in his way, extremely often, rambling to him about ideas and strategies that he had no intention on listening to. although even he could admit, he understood why the others were so easily charmed by you. he was wrong about how seriously you took your job. not that it changed anything. at least that’s what rin tells himself, but in reality your relentless efforts and endless dedication to supporting all of them was something that spoke to him, made him a bit soft for you. it didn’t help that you were his type in every sense of the word, your attractiveness doing nothing but make feigning indifference a lot harder for rin. your seemingly endless patience didn’t help either. you always responded in kind to all of rin’s harsh words and cold stares, never let his sour attitude deter your subtle acts of service like getting grass stains out of his uniform and making sure he stays unbothered during his yoga. against his will, he was slowly warming up to you, but you were still caught off guard when rin started cashing in his stars, even if it was just a meal. he had lots of them sitting idle on the chart waiting to be used, so you supposed it was only natural for him to get some free food out of it. but you were even more taken aback when a couple days later he requested a massage from you with insistence that he only asks because he’s been extremely tense as of late. which wasn’t entirely untrue. rin had been very tense. just not from anything soccer related like he’d like you to believe. he was tense from the stress of his budding feelings for you combined with the dread of knowing he probably will never have you all to himself. at least not with this stupid reward system in place.

he despises it. he absolutely hates going about his day knowing there are other guys, his shithead teammates, that are getting your time, attention, and affection for the price of a couple of stupid fucking stickers. he misses the days when shidou’s incessant bragging about how many times he was able to make you cum or bachira’s unnecessary details of what your pussy tastes like didn’t bother him. now his blood boils to hear them talk about you like that. that kind of anger makes it clear to him that being your friend was simply not an option anymore. which is how he settled on getting a massage from you. he would satisfy this overwhelming craving he has for you and go back to normal and be able to focus solely on becoming best in the world again without thoughts of you plaguing his mind. that was his hope going into it, but feeling your warm touch on his bare back, melting away years of untreated knots and neglected aches in his body, he could almost blush at the intimacy he feels. especially when that foreign kindness he loves so much is on display as you reassure him that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about and that you’re proud he finally put his pride aside long enough to let you help him. you’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker now. no use in struggling so hard, he supposes, as some part of him knows he’s doomed to fall sooner or later. perhaps it’s time to surrender. he fought a good fight, but his greed for you was candidly too tough of an opponent.

and to rin, surrender looked like asking you when’s the soonest he could book a private training session. you don’t think you could look any more shocked. rin had a quick turn around from someone you doubted even liked you, to someone reserving as much of your time as his stars could buy. the more often he was with you, the less time you spent giving those lukewarm brats the treatment he wants reserved for him. and he wishes he gave in a lot sooner when he feels the wet heat of your mouth around his cock for the first time. how fast he would’ve folded if he knew how pretty you would look on your knees for him. rin tried to be gentle and let you set the pace, but between hissing out curses and barely biting back moans, that same greed to get more from you has his hand twisting itself in your hair and pushing down on the back of your head. he couldn’t help it. and it was so worth it to watch you choke and sputter around his length but never pull away. he knew you weren’t a quitter. “shit, feels good… don’t stop,” he all but gasps, hips instinctively jumping to reach further down your throat, grip tightening when you try to come up for air. after a long moment of breathing through your nose you relax enough to let him ease himself the rest of the way in. rin sighs in relief when your nose finally presses against his pelvis. the way you look up at him starry-eyed and full of adoration made his chest feel heavy with desire to be the only one you ever look at. it drives him crazy that any guy on the team can see you like this, and that heartache has rin fucking your face to forget it. “fuckkk. don’t look away, eyes on me, g’nna cum in that pretty mouth.”

you couldn’t deny that your new attempt at encouraging the team had its kinks. while overall the amount of arguments that broke out between players lessened to keep on good star-earning behavior, you could tell that it came with its own set of tension creating problems. you also couldn’t deny that being pulled in every direction by men vying for your attention was both very time consuming and extremely gratifying, but you think you manage it well. save for when they were already pumped up with adrenaline from a game, that is when real issues arise. especially when a player from the enemy team thinks it’s a good idea to try and hit on the cute little lady holding the clipboard. fatal mistake.

it starts with your favorite pot stirrer, bachira, calling out from his position, making everyone else on the team aware of the situation. “no shot dude, she don’t want you! focus on losing!” you’re confident you can diffuse whatever is about to go down before you notice rin leaving the ball alone in centerfield to beeline straight towards you. threats are flying from his lips on approach, quick to get in the guy’s face, planting his hands on his shoulders to shove him back. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i’ll kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.” you think maybe you have a shot of getting rin under control if you just- your eyes widen in horror as a flash moves in from your peripheral. there are no words, just shidou drop kicking this poor stranger at top speed. you cringe as you watch shidou knocks this guy off his feet, cleats first, taking rin down with him. what a way to earn a red card.

this was a fun project and request tysm!!! i just went about it in the interpretation i found most interesting, i really hope it was to your liking!!!

#divider credit to @cafekitsune #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk smut #blue lock #bllk #isagi yoichi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #isagi yoichi smut #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryuusei smut #shidou smut #chigiri x reader #kunigami x reader #miwa sins

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blue-thief · 5 months

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I LOVE YOU IN-UNIVERSE KAISAGI FANS 🥹🥹

#THEY MADE THEM NUMBER ONE ON TRENDING I'M SO PROUD #blue lock #bllk #blue lock spoilers #bllk spoilers #kaisagi #kiis #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #bllk isagi #bllk isagi yoichi #bllk yoichi isagi #michael kaiser #bllk michael kaiser #bllk kaiser

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pashminalamb · 2 years

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃. (𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟏)

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐁𝐥𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧, 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟐𝟒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬).

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟐.𝟒𝐤

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖-𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭), 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 '𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲' (𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧), 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠.

(𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡; 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!!

𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

✦ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 : 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐢𝐬.

“Uh… love?” he said, looking up at you from his phone. You hummed, taking a sip out of your mug, your other hand holding a book.

“What is this NNN challenge?” Spitting out the tea, you caught Isagi’s attention. He made his way over to you, patting your back as you coughed a little. With a concerned gaze, he moved around the table, grabbing a few paper towels wiping away the droplets of your drink.

“Is the question I asked that bad?” he asked, blue orbs staring into yours.

“No. Where did you get that question, Yoichi?”

“Shidou sent it on the group chat.” Figures. “So would you tell me what it is?” Yoichi asked, his eyes glimmering with wonder. Did he think it was some kind of a football challenge? “Is it really necessary?” you groaned. “If you don’t want to tell me what it is, I’m alright with that.” he shrugged. Screw it, he was gonna find out about it anyway. Damn Shidou for ruining the innocence of the blueberry muffin.

“You can’t have sex or jerk off for the entire month of November.” you said, not daring to look at him. Silence filled the room after you said that out loud. Curious, you turned to look to the side you found Isagi biting the inside of his cheek, blue eyes narrowed in thought. There was no way.

“You’re not thinking about doing the challenge are you?” you asked. Turning to the side, he was quick to give you a fox-like smile. “And what if I am?”

“Oh god.” “I think you’re starting to sound more sex depraved that I am.” Yoichi teased, pulling your cheek. “Think about yourself, idiot. As a footballer, do you think you can hold yourself off for one month?”

“Wanna bet?” he asked, giving you a smirk. Laying down the rules, the two of you had arrived at a conclusion.

(i). No touching yourselves or each other.

(ii). If the other party loses, they have to adhere to the conditions of the winning party.

If anything came out of no nut November, it was the possibility of turning Yoichi submissive… there was no way you were going to lose.

✦ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧 : 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤) 𝐢𝐭.

Kimiko : Can you believe that Ren is planning to do the NNN challenge? You : Boys will be boys. Honestly, I don’t even get the point of the challenge… I pity ur sex life for the next month tho

Kimiko : Honey. There are vibrators for a reason.

You laughed as you texted away, Rin watching you from the corner of his eye. “What’s so funny?” Shaking your head, your fingers typing away, laughing at Kimiko’s frustration.

“Nothing. Just Kimiko’s boyfriend doing some stupid challenge of the month.”

“What is the challenge this time?” Rin was getting rather chatty today. And for the wrong reasons. You knew if he was to know about this challenge he was going to either scoff at you saying that it was pointless like he did every other time when you showed him any video or challenge. On the other hand what was the harm in the vague mentioning of it anyway? “NNN challenge.” “Mhm hm… is it just acronyms or is there actually a meaning to it.” “Everything has a meaning to it, Rin. It depends if you’re interested in it or not and like every other challenge for you, it is stupid. So pray tell why would you want to know what it is anyway?” you asked, clicking your phone shut.

“Just tell me what it is,” he said, rolling his eyes. So dramatic, yet like a child he couldn’t keep his curiosity at bay, making a smile play on your lips. “No nut november challenge.” Shaking his head, Rin took out his own phone, long fingers tapping away at his keypad impatiently.

Eyebrows pinching and eyes narrowing, he prodded his tongue into the side of his cheek in awkwardness. Sighing through your lips, you kept yourself from laughing, your hand over your lips stifling your giggles while your shoulders shook.

“Fine then, have it your way.” he said, hands resting palm down on his thighs, getting up from the couch. “You’re not thinking about going through the challenge for one month are you?” you asked, feigning a mortified expression. Leaning over you, he kept a few centimeters between you and him, hands placed on either side of you. Placing his palm on your cheek, his thumb towards your lower lip, gliding across the skin of it. “I do yoga, puppy. It doesn’t take a thought to know who has the upper hand out of the two of us.” he rasped, pulling away from you with an all knowing glare, going towards the kitchen, with the aim to crush your ego in the next few weeks to come. Seems like this month was going to be a hard one for you, unless… you had managed to turn the tables in your favor.

✦ 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 : 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲.

Stepping out of the shower, Resnuke watched as you scrolled through your social media, the sounds of music from short videos filling up the room while lying down. Covered in his clad towel he moved towards the cupboard, pulling out a pair of loose fitting pajamas that he wore to sleep, choosing to not wear a shirt. You giggled while he slipped into bed beside you.

Resting his chin on your shoulder, he watched your illuminated screen with you, his other hand coming under your neck, eyes catching a flash of a text. “Are you gonna jump on the bandwagon for doing the NNN challenge?” Tapping on your keypad, you were quick to reply. “Idk… I don't think Rensuke would be up for it.” Oh? You thought he was upto the mark for the NNN challenge? He didn’t know about the details of it, considering that it had never been brought up and the minimal amount of effort he spent on social media, limiting his knowledge of this. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t be up for it?” Rensuke asked, a stern tone laced with sleep taking over his voice.

“Mhm? And since when were you interested in the NNN challenge?” you asked, turning to face him, clicking your phone shut. “Not that I know what it is, but what makes you think I’d back down?”

“You want to skip out on sinful intimacy and not touch yourself for an entire month, Rensuke?”

Pulling back, his eyes met yours, his auburn orbs holding a daring expression. Turning you over, he placed on your back, straddling your hips. Leaning down, he placed himself on his elbows, his bare abs coming in contact with the thin material of your shirt, yet still feeling the surface of his hard muscles against your stomach. You could feel the light pants from his lips as he adjusted himself above you, the minty whiffs of his warm breath on the tip of your nose. “Look at me.” Staring up at him, you felt your fingertips dig into the surface of the mattress, resisting the urge to pull him into you as you had done times before. Even if you had shared intimacy with him many times, the scene managed to make your heart race and your face heat up. But this time… it was almost like Rensuke had a point to prove, that you were going to lose the challenge if you went through with it, with him tempting you for the next thirty days. Eyes looking into his half lidded ones, your gaze shifted from them to his lips, mesmerized by the way his lips formed around the words.

“I can fuck you whenever I want to.” You swallowed hard, body squirming in response to his raspy voice as he said it.

“I don’t need some stupid challenge to show my self restraint.” he said, hand moving towards the column of your throat as he lips came to the side of your ear, placing a kiss on the lobe of it while his fingers lightly traced circular patterns into the skin of your throat and his other hand weaved his fingers between yours.

“Imagine not having this for another month. Don’t want that to happen do you?” Rensuke purred, making you whine. Pulling away from you, he kissed the tip of your nose, dropping himself on the other side of his bed.

“Too bad, it seems like you landed yourself in this one. Since I would be ‘up for it.’” Rensuke said, a smirk playing on his lips as he faced away from you to sleep. That night you racked your brain for ideas of how you could possibly seduce him for the next 30 days, thinking of how you could make his patience snap.

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞.

Meguru placed his feet on the sofa as he watched the match on the screen before him, your head in his lap as you scrolled through your phone, laughing particularly hard at one meme about people losing the NNN challenge, making Meguru look at you in fondness yet curiosity. Playing with your hair, he asked you in a playful tone. “What’s got you laughing?”

“Seems like people are losing the NNN challenge.” “What’s that…?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, clueless.

“You can’t touch yourself or your partner for the whole month of November. That’s the No nut November challenge.” you said simply, looking back at your phone. You didn’t feel Bachira move or the sound of the television that was now on mute. Just what was the thinking? Tilting your head up slightly, you were met with the sight of Meguru staring into empty space before him.

“What are you thinking about Meguru?” you asked, playing with the blonde colored parts of his hair. He hummed in response, taking your hand into his, entwining his digits with yours. “Tell me.” “It's not that hard.” he declared, looking down at you, his honey like gaze holding mischief in them.

“What isn’t?” “The challenge.” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. Choosing to contest him, you got up from your spot, hsi face looking relaxed and close to smug. “You think you can pull off this challenge?” you asked, crossing your arms over his chest. “It is not impossible.” he said, sinking into the couch with a wave of his hand to show the easiness he felt about it. “You and the no nut november challenge? Meguru there’s no way-” “Why don’t we take it up then?” he asked, eyes staring into yours with dispassion. Leaning forward, he placed a hand behind you, his cheek coming close to yours as he whispered into your ear. “I know that I fuck you like an animal, make you cry out and make you stand on shaky legs the next day.”

Pulling away his eyes bore into yours, half lidded and smug. “But I can be tame sometimes.” You metally groaned at the thought of not having pleasure for the next month. There was only so much you could do on your own, your body wanting Meguru and his touch.

“So we’re going through with it.” he said with finality, turning towards the television screen, unmuting it, paying attention to the match.

You turned to the other side of the couch, making sure to hide your phone away from Bachira’s gaze. ``100 ways to seduce your boyfriend, when he won’t pay attention to you.’

✦ 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.

Although Nagi spent most of his time on his phone watching videos of football, learning new tricks or playing games, he wasn’t confined to living under a rock. Scrolling through social media, he was waiting for the announcement of a new game that was dropping that day, his eyes catching a glimpse of a post that he was unfamiliar with, the caption stating, ‘When you fail the NNN challenge.’

The ping of your phone caught your attention, causing you to pick up the device. It wasn’t a surprise to see a message from Nagi, but the message itself caught you off guard. Clicking on the video, you felt a laugh come out of you as the video played that of a panicked man realizing it was the night of the thirty first of October. It was the NNN challenge. But why would Nagi send you that? Your question was answered with the appearance of a text bubble that came beneath the said video.

Sei ♡ : ‘What are the limits here?’

Sighing you typed back.

You : Are you asking me about the challenge? Sei ♡ : yeah its all over my feed now.

You : Why don’t you just search it up? Sei : Too lazy.

Shaking your head at his sloth like personality that took over at times when he wasn’t at a field, you typed back,

You : It’s the No nut November challenge. You can’t touch yourself or your partner for the whole month of November.

You watched as the text bubble appeared and reappeared, this time the text making you quirk an eyebrow.

Sei ♡ : Let’s do it. You : Are you sure? I don’t think you can hold out long.

Little did you know that your text had made Nagi stand his ground and not change his mind, providing him with the motive to toy with you until you gave in and lost the challenge.

It had been five minutes with Sieshiro leaving you on read. Had he grown hesitant and decided that the challenge was not worth it? You felt a smirk come on your lips at the thought of having the upper hand of the argument, managing to have him question his capacity of self restraint. Your train of thoughts was interrupted with the ping of your phone, making your curiosity rouse as you stared at the screen.

Sei ♡ : Sent an attached image.

Opening the picture you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you took in the sight before you. Nagi had lifted up his jersey the cloth between his teeth, displaying a set of well cut abs with a light sheen of sweat, his jersey shorts being pulled a bit under his adonis belt by his gloved hand, the veins on his forearms prominent, presenting the sinful image of his v lines along with the happy trail that went down into the hem of his shorts. Taking a screenshot of the image, you saw the appearance of a text bubble.

Sei ♡ : ‘Think you can hold out long? Taking an ss isn’t very nice yk?’ Seishiro smirked at the upper hand he had in the game with you taking the bait. Little did he know about the tricks you had up your sleeve, deciding to online shop for outfits were sure to break his even temper.

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