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mdsbabygirl · 3 months ago

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Cam girl!reader x bllk men

Synopsis: when the desperate and horny bllk men fall for the pretty cam girl

Featuring: Isagi Yoichi/Bachira Meguru/Chigiri Hyoma/ Yukimiya Kenyu/Alexis Ness/Michael Kaiser

Cw: SMUT MDNI, masturbation , porn addiction, jealousy, obsessiveness, egoistical men, horny men lol, reader is an adult entertainment worker, idk what else to add

ISAGI YOICHI:

Isagi isn't the type to fall for appearances. He'd usually value morals over looks, after all he's a gentleman that falls for a woman's inner beauty rather than how well she can ride cock; he thinks. He never imagined himself lowering at such a low, filthy level. Alas, the hormones got the better of him, so here he was stroking his cock in languid strokes, as he was watching your live. You were almost naked, if it hadn't been for those two tiny lace pieces covering your most sensitive spots, that you dared to call lingerie. You were so hot, hypnotizing your viewers with your body, voice and moves just like a siren, and Yoichi was yet another one of your victims.

In his dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation, he sat on the edge of his bed, his breath already coming in ragged gasps. His hand moved up and down his hard length as he jerked himself off, his browns furrowed in pure ecstasy as he was concentrated on the moans that escaped from the speakers. "Mmm, yeah... just like that..."

Isagi could have never imagined the extent of his lust for you, everyday logging into his account to see any updates on your upcoming live streams. He was addicted to you, he got high off the way you touched yourself, the way you rolled your hips while riding your dildo or the way you made ass bounce. He was utterly consumed by his cam girl's allure, drowning in an ocean of his own unquenchable desire. He felt rather possessive of you, referring to you as his girl, he'd mutter countless curses under his breath, imagining how much better he could make you feel. "That stupid toy doesn't know what it's doing." He'd say, leaning back in his chair, stroking himself faster as he watches you slide the pink dildo in and out of your wet pussy. Continuing to pump his cock, he watched intensely as you increased pace, your moans growing louder. "Damn, she needs a real man," he growls, his ego inflating alongside his dick. "I could ruin her pussy so much better than that dildo ever could." He'd groan as his cock twitches, spurting hot ropes of pearly cum on his abs, as he'd imagine how your pretty count would squeeze the hell out of him.

Bachira Meguru:

Bachira's routine changed significantly after his new discovery. Late night training sessions turned into him sitting in his dimly-lit apartment, eyes locked onto the laptop screen, transfixed on the cam girl dancing seductively on camera - his new obsession. His hand moved roughly over his cock as he watched her. "Fuck, look at those tits..." He was truly infatuated with the way you looked, particularly your boobs, he liked the way your nipples perked up in contact with the cold air, or when you pinched them with your fingers, enjoying the little mewled erupting from your delicious-looking lips.

Meguru's obsession deepens with each passing night. He convinces himself that you, with your seductive figure and sultry moves, were destined solely for him. Logging into your streams became his most sacred ritual, his heart racing when your flirtatious smile graced the screen. He'd call you "my angel," "my princess" while masturbating to your body. "None of those other viewers know how to appreciate her like I do... I'm the only one who truly understands her beauty." He'd coo, as he'd watch you rub your clit at a fast pace, rubbing his dick in erratic motions as his hips jerked upward, thick spurts of cum staining the PC's screen. He wished it was your face instead of that damn screen tho.

Chigiri Hyoma:

His fateful discovery happened one late night, when he was scrolling aimlessly on the internet, searching for something entertaining, he stumbled across a pretty cam girl's profile, your profile. Your captivating smile and heavenly body had immediately caught his eye. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Chigiri was into you a little more than he liked to admit. Sleepless nights he passed jerking off to your sexy dances streams, dilated pupils focused on every single move, every sway of your hips, every squeeze of your tits, every bite on your red lips, EVERYTHING .

Hyoma would click on your live stream, his eyes widening as you danced seductively in front of the camera. He felt his pants grow tight, his length hardening. "God, she's so hot..." He whimpered softly, unbuttoning his jeans to free his aching erection. His fist pumped wildly up and down his shaft, each stroke accompanied by a desperate whimper. "Ah, fuck... just like that, baby..." He gasped, imagining you riding him hard. His hips bucked erratically, seeking out a pleasure he knew only you could provide. He watched you, with half lidded eyes, his breath heavy as his fist never stopped moving. With a choked cry, Hyoma's release hit him hard. He came all over his hand and stomach, moaning out filthy praises. "Fuck, you're so perfect... I'd fill you up with my cum every day if you were here with me..." He cried out

Yukimiya kenyu:

Kenyu's eyes were glued to the screen, his breathing ragged as he stared at your ondulating figure. His heart ached with an unfamiliar longing, his thoughts spinning with the sinfulness of his obsession. "This is so wrong..." He whispered to himself, feeling ashamed by his actions. Much like Isagi, Yukimiya wasn't one to fall for such sinful temptations, his strong belief in god had made him immune to the greed and lust most people tended to fall for, he thought. Nonetheless, he was still human, having his own needs and desires. When he found your account he didn't think he would get so infatuated with you. Your body radiating pure sex appeal didn't really help his newfound kin to you, actually it turned it into a full on obsession.

Everyday, he'd sit at his desk watching you as his hand moved desperately up and down his length, each touch sending bolts of pleasure through his body. " She's so beautiful..." His voice cracked in need. He knew this was wrong, downright sinful, yet despite this inner turmoil he couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Kenyu's face was scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and guilt as he jerked himself off. His hand flew over his length, his breathing ragged and uneven. "I'm going to hell for this..." he'd moaned, his eyes fixated on your bouncing curves. Suddenly, wave after wave of agonizing bliss crashed over Kenyu. His cock throbbed intensely as he came hard, pearly essence spurting onto his abdomen. "Ahhh, fuck... I'm cumming. God forgive me..." He'd whine, throwing his head back as he'd imagine how he'd make love to you.

Alexis Ness :

Ness had stumbled upon your account by accident, a random click leading him to a world he never knew he needed. Your username, "SweetSiren," was etched into his mind, and your profile picture—a sultry pout and a glimpse of cleavage—had drawn him in like a magnet. He never imagined himself obsessing over someone else who wasn't kaiser, yet here he was palming his hard-on from his pants as he was looking at some of your pics.

Your streams were always packed with viewers, but Alexis felt like you were performing just for him. The way you arched your back, the way you bit your lip ever do seductively, the way you spread your legs so invitingly... It was all for him. Or so he liked to believe. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy..." He'd groan, finally freeing his aching erection from the restriction of his pants that had become a little too tight for him. His hand moved frantically over his hard length, imagining it was your touch instead. He moaned out loud, his voice laced with desire and need. "I'd treat you like a queen... give you everything you desire... but who else gets to see this beautiful face?" He moaned loudly, head thrown back. When he looked up to see more of your sexy features, he was met with other viewers' tips and comments, which made his jealousy flare up "Stupid perverts... She's mine! Only I get to see her like this..." He growled, his pace increasing as he jerked himself off violently. "When I finally meet you, I'll lock you away...nghh..ill make you mine Angel.." he'd whimper, hips jerking upward to meet his movements. "I'd make you scream my name every night, baby. Only I get to fuck that tight pussy..." Ness's fantasies ran wild as he stroked himself harder, his grip tightening around his shaft, making him cum violently, as thick ropes of creamy semen hit his toned abdomen, making his duck twitch in pleasure. He'd make you his one way or another, he just has to find a way to do so.

Michael Kaiser:

Michael Kaiser was a man of precision and strategy, both on and off the field. But when it came to his obsession with the cam girl, aka you, all logic flew out the window. He spent hours observing your streams, picking apart your every move, every facial expression. He wanted —needed— to know what things you liked and what not, he desperately sought the things that made your eyes roll back to the back of your skull, the things that made your toes curl and scream in pleasure.. he needed to know every little detail about you, his little slutty princess.

He'd tip you hundreds of dollars at a time, just to see you smile or hear you say his name. He'd request you to wear certain outfits, to say specific phrases, to play with particular toys... All to feed his insatiable obsession.

He'd sit in his dark room, the glow of his laptop casting eerie shadows on his face. His hand moved swiftly over his length as he watched you dance on his screen. "Say it..." He whispered, his voice hoarse as he stroked himself harder. You on the other line, just received another hundred dollars, which made you squeal in excitement, and at the same time bite your lips at your mysterious donor's request. You breathed in slowly, approaching the camera as you looked directly into it, "uhh.. Kaiser I want your cock so bad! Want it so deep inside me..." You moaned and mewled, all the while keeping your siren like allure, hypnotizing each and every one of your viewers, Kaiser included. His breath hitched as you teased you nipples, rolling them between your fingers. "Fuck... just like that," he moaned, his grip tightening around his cock. He imagined it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy wrapped around him instead of his own fist. With a stifled groan, Michael felt his orgasm building fast. His muscles tense, veins throbbing as he stroked feverishly, matching the rhythm of your seductive dance on screen. "Fuck... coming..." Several streams of hot cum shot out onto his stomach. "Jesus... baby..." He grilled, half lidded eyes glued to his screen as he watched you smile content as another very generous donation was made to you, "thank you so much Kaiser, you're such a generous Daddy!" You cooed, looking up at the camera with dolly eyes, all while he'd chuckle, ready for another round of masturbation.

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anglbnny · 1 month ago

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hellurrrr gorjus.

HOPE MY FAV WRITER IS HAVING A GREAT DAY.

hear me out on this one… jerking off a lowk controlling ness..

while he’s a moaning mess under your touch… he’s still so demanding😩

hand job ♡ alexis ness

cw: smut mdni, handjobs (duh), dom-ish!ness

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

You’re on top of him, straddling his thighs, hand wrapped around his cock, slow and firm. His back arches against the sheets, cheeks flushed, lips parted—he’s panting like crazy.

But even in this state—especially in this state—he’s still trying to stay in control.

“F-Faster,” he stammers, head pressing back against the pillow, hips twitching up. “You’re being too slow—fuck, I said—”

You squeeze a little tighter just to shut him up, and he chokes on a moan, thighs tensing under you.

“God,” he groans, eyes fluttering. “You’re driving me insane. Why do you—ah—always gotta tease me?”

But his hands never leave your hips. He’s gripping them tight, guiding your rhythm even as his breath stutters and he whines with every stroke.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he groans, voice hoarse, even while he's trembling. “Don’t fucking stop until I say so.”

You lean in, kissing the corner of his mouth just as your thumb brushes over his tip—and he practically whimpers, hips bucking.

And when he finally finishes, chest heaving, cum spilling warm into your palm, he still has the audacity to glare at you through half-lidded eyes and say, “Next time, I’m tying you up instead.” but he can't help the way his body is still trembling beneath you

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A/n: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! AND THANKU SMM, PRETTY! MY DAY'S BEEN AMAZING

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theresatzu · 2 months ago

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Blue Lock characters and going against your boyfriend

Pairings: Blue Lock character x reader

Featuring: Isagi, Sae, Rin, Kaiser & Ness

Tropes: Jealousy, fluff, crack

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You're dating a football player, and it just so happened that your friend had to play against him.

Cue you standing in your boyfriend's team's VIP box, cheering him on.

Chaos and jealousy ensues.

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Isagi Yoichi

-> Scores more goals than your boyfriend.

-> He literally completely shuts him down, not even allowing him one foot in the box. It's basically humiliation at this point.

-> Who's Isagi Yoichi without his colourful vocabulary? Expect those insults, too.

"You're too slow. I've already seen through all your moves." Isagi swiped in, cleanly stealing the ball off of your boyfriend, Yuu.

"What? Aw, come on, man." Yuu groaned, trying to get the ball back, but he was too slow; Isagi had already passed the ball to Hiori.

Before rushing to the front to participate in the attack, Isagi glanced back at Yuu.

Just why...?

He was so mediocre. Couldn't even hold on to the ball for more than two seconds. What was it that you saw in him?

Isagi's lips twitched downwards into a scowl.

"Just a piece of advice: don't get in my way. On this field, you're inferior to me, you wash out of a striker." Isagi bluntly spoke, jealousy harnessing his acerbic words.

Yuu gaped, jaw slackened at the harshness of Isagi's cruel remark. "You...!"

But Isagi had already hurried away, his mind set on scoring a goal.

Just you wait. He'll make you'll only want to cheer him on.

Meanwhile, the ball was now in possession of Hiori, courtesy of Isagi.

Hiori played out a defender, deftly moving past him as he surveyed the box.

"Hiori!" Isagi shouted loud and clear, flailing his arms as he called out for the ball.

Hiori raised a surprised eyebrow. Normally, Isagi was eager to score goals, but his movements had become more erratic, more attention seeking.

Almost as if he wanted to be seen.

Hiori chanced a cursory look at the VIP box. A snort slipped past him. Of course. That is what had fired up Isagi's spirits.

"Hmpf. Yer presence is awfully obnoxious today, hmm? Wonder why that is." Hiori mused sardonically.

With a mighty kick, Hiori passed the ball over the players' head, aiming straight at Isagi.

"This'll do." Isagi calculated the distance from where he would hit the ball, but suddenly, an ominous presence appeared behind him.

"Hope you haven't forgotten about me, Isagi." Yuu heaved, having run the whole distance to his own half. He rushed up to block Isagi's shot.

Isagi's eyes widened fractionally, before they narrowed in a smug way.

"No, not at all." Isagi calmly replied. "I should actually thank you."

Yuu's eyes widened. "Wait, what--"

Pushing an arm on top of Yuu's shoulder, Isagi propelled himself upwards.

Yuu gasped, trying to shake off Isagi's weight. But it was futile.

Isagi was using Yuu as a literal support to score his own goal...!

This was just plain humiliation.

The ball appeared in front of Isagi, poised and swift.

"Perfect."

Isagi shot.

"GOALL!! A TERRIFIC DIRECT SHOT FROM THE AIR, NUMBER 11 HEREBY PUTS BASTARD MÜNCHEN IN THE LEAD!"

Isagi landed limbly on his feet, sweat sticking to his forehead.

His teammates ran up to him, patting him on the back and cheering exuberantly.

But his eyes were fixed on the opposing team's VIP box.

There you were.

Smiling.

Smiling at him.

A rush zipped through him, electrifying and compelling, urging him to score another goal, because there you were, blinding smile directed at him. Only him.

And maybe that was the real victory.

Itoshi Sae

-> Won't even let your boyfriend touch the ball.

-> Completely tears him apart using his ruthless logic and fearsome tactics.

-> It's safe to say that your boyfriend never stood a chance.

Fuji, your boyfriend, drove up front, making deft use of his dribbling. He was now in the middle, surrounded by a myriad of players.

But that was no problem for him.

His power was dribbling, and this was child's play for him, no one would be able to stop him.

Until someone did.

A leg appeared out of nowhere, swiftly stealing the ball off of him. Fuji's eyes widened.

No one had been able to do that before.

"Don't you know that lethargy kills off the talent of every player?" Sae emerged from out of his blind spot, eyes as stoic as ever.

"What--"

"Not that you had much to begin with."

"And the ball is back to Itoshi Sae! What will he do now?" The voice of the commentator blared throughout the stadium.

Sae tuned out the noise, his eyes darting around the field.

He rushed forward, tipping the ball upwards when the opposing central mid rushed to put a halt to his momentum.

He easily slipped past, leaving the player dumbfounded in his wake.

He was now mere metres distanced from the box, a hazardous area. Two defenders must've sensed this and lunged at him, feet extended. Probably to limit his options.

It was a fine tactic.

But a basic one.

"If you want to stop me, you'll have to do better than that." Sae kicked the ball just shy from brushing the strands of the players' head.

The ball swerved with a beautiful curve until it was received with the feet of his teammate up front.

"Wow, a magnanimous pass, Itoshi Sae is threading the needle!"

However, passing the ball wasn't the only thing Sae was capable of.

He swerved around the two remaining defenders, his refined off-the-ball movements allowing him to slip past and to position himself in an optimal place to score.

"Wait... Itoshi Sae has moved up the front?! He's in the box now! Will he assist another goal, or will he shoot himself?!"

That's right. Itoshi Sae wasn't only a midfielder, he was also a former striker.

He'd purposefully passed the ball into a tight corner, thereby forcing the front player in a tough position. Scoring from that angle would be near impossible.

Sae's ears picked up on the sounds made by the ball, swishing through the air after being passed by his teammate, making its way towards him.

As expected.

He jumped upwards and received the ball.

There. Just him and the keeper.

Sae allowed the rush adrenaline to flow through his leg, channelling all the energy into his mighty kick.

The ball swerved through the air, curved right where Sae wanted it to be.

A pinpoint execution.

"AAAAAND IT'S A GOAL! A BEAUTIFUL CURVE RIGHT IN THE LEFT CORNER! ITOSHI SAE'S GAME IS PHENOMENAL TODAY!"

A loud clamour rose up from the stands, Sae's teammates cheered, but they knew better than to drag him into an embrace.

Sae stalked back to his own half, eyes set indifferent and aloof.

But one players wasn't as sensible.

Fuji stomped over to him, fists balled, face contorted, as he roughly shoved Sae's shoulder.

Sae raised a dismayful eyebrow, remaining unmoved. Fuji flushed red from embarrassment.

"Are you targeting me?" Fuji's jaw tensed, coming up into Sae's face.

Merely raising an eyebrow, Sae responded, "I only attacked your team at their weak spot and scored a goal, something any decent player should be able to pull off."

Fuji clenched his fists. "Are you calling me a weak spot--"

"Yes. You're not even putting up a fight, are you?"

Fuji's shirt was slicked with sweat, and his hair was sticking to his temples. He'd been running off and on the field.

"Are you mocking me--"

"Right now, the crowd's looking at me. Not a lukewarm player like you." Sae ruthlessly cut in. "If you know your worth, I should stand at the sidelines."

Sae's lips tugged downwards into a disgusted frown. "Not only are you embarrassing yourself, you're embarrassing her, too." He nodded at the VIP box where you were perusing the match.

"There's no place for useless players like you on this field, and certainly not in her heart."

Itoshi Rin

-> This man full on targets your boyfriend.

-> Intercepts any play he makes, completely shutting him down.

-> Continuously lures out his strongest weapon, only to crush it with an unwavering cruelty.

As Kato walked up on the field, Rin saw you wave at your boyfriend, an excited grin on your face.

Even though the crowds were shouting Rin's name, his lips pursed together when he saw you in the box of the juxtapositional team.

Clenching his teeth, Rin hoped if you'd spare him a glance, too.

But it was as if he were only air to you.

Rin scoffed. He'd make you look.

And there was only one way to do that.

Rin's eyes shifted to where Kato stood, a beam on his face as he sent you a kiss wave.

He would wipe that smile off of his face and turn it into a gruelling wail.

The startsign went off. It was the opposite team's ball.

Kato was a central forward, so he quickly received the ball, already beginning to build up an offense.

Too bad.

Like a lawnmower, Rin completely derailed Kato's attack by instantly storming up to him and swishing the ball from him.

Eyes widening, Kato lunged back, running after Rin.

But this was well within the calculations made by Rin.

Kato Matsuda, weapon: aerial proficiency.

So Rin stooped to a halt, allowing Kato to get near.

Then, he tipped the ball upwards. Kato's jaw set determinedly as he jumped upwards, ready to receive the ball, but Rin was faster.

Rin's foot tilted it, so the ball slipped past Kato. Using Kato's momentarily force, Rin pushed himself forwards.

"Wah--" Kato fell backwards from the shove Rin had given him.

But Rin didn't even look back once.

"How... he couldn't do that before!"

That was right. But Rin's flow state could.

A sick satisfaction rumbled in Rin's chest at the destruction of Kato's strongest weapon.

And it was also Rin's flow state that managed to make a goal within the first few minutes of the match.

"A GOAL, AT THE FIFTH MINUTE? IS ITOSHI RIN ACTUALLY HUMAN?"

A boisterous cheer went along the stands, flags triumphed as countless hands clapped for the miracle Rin had pulled off.

But Rin couldn't care less about that.

In his periphery, he saw Kato storm over, a dismayed expression on his face.

Tch. Lost like a sore loser.

Kato scowled as he passed Rin. "That was a fluke. I won't let you score another time."

Rin raised one eyebrow impassively. "Try to keep up first, you lukewarm chimp."

"Oh? Are you challenging me?" Kato goaded, a glimmer of confidence in his eyes.

Revolting.

"As if you don't have enough challenge even holding on to the ball." Rin retorted without missing a beat.

Lips slanted, Kato smirked.

"I'll show you exactly why she chose me over you."

In hindsight, that was probably the worst thing he could've said to Rin on a football field.

If Rin hadn't been pumped up before, then he was now absolutely revved.

Rin could feel the anticipation thrill within him, could hear the urge, the urge to demolish everything in his path.

He closed his eyes, and drowned in the flow that would trample this match.

"Yet another ball intercepted by Itoshi Rin! It seems that PXG has set to fully shut Kato Matsuda down!"

Kato frustratedly pounded his fist on the ground.

He'd been running all about the field, but everytime, Itoshi Rin had been there, too, absolutely destroying his weapons and leaving him in his dust.

And well, that wasn't the only thing he'd lost.

There you were in the stands, eyes glued to Rin. Eyes only for you. A glint of awe, and a hint of pride.

And as Itoshi Rin scored another goal, Kato knew that that wasn't the only victory he'd dragged in.

Michael Kaiser

-> Open degradation.

-> Scores countless of goals, and celebrates them as if he's an imperial emperor back in the Roman empire.

-> Just like Rin, wholly fixates on shutting him down.

Most people make snide comments about the person they're jealous of.

Michael Kaiser takes it to the next level.

"A FABULOUS SHOT, THE MAGNUS IMPACT ELICITS SHIVERS FROM ITS MAGNAMITY!"

Kaiser coolly retracted from the goal area, sauntering off to Akira, a cocky smile on his face.

The contrast between your boyfriend and your friend was stark.

Akira was panting heavily, sweat beaded on his forehead and face ruddy from extortion.

Kaiser on the other hand, look unruffled and poised. There was just this pristine and charming air about him that lured people in.

"Having trouble keeping up, you clown?" Kaiser simpered, eyes taut in a disparaging manner.

"Shut... up!" Akira heaved, brushing his damp locks out of his face.

Kaiser looked down his nose at him.

God, he looked like a damnes dehydrated donkey.

How had you ever chosen him?

And in classic Kaiser manner, he patted Akira's hair, pushing his head down. It was a display of superiority, one that came as easily as breathing to the likes of Michael Kaiser.

"Having had enough already?" Kaiser snickered. "We're not even twenty minutes in."

Oh the gall-- delirious from fury, Akira shoved him off, scowl forming on his face.

But Kaiser was far from done.

"Why don't you go and take your designated seat on the sidelines, bench warmer?"

Akira gritted his teeth, humiliation washing over him. Yet he stood strong in adversery. "I'll score a goal."

Kaiser raised one eyebrow. "Aw, how cute. You still think you stand a chance."

He didn't. Stand a chance.

Kaiser continuously swept in, intercepted the ball, passed to Ness, and made a glorious counter that made the crowd holler and whoop like he had pulled of a miracle play.

And of course, he had to act the part, too.

Kaiser flashed a grin laced with a confident veneer, as he winked at the crowd.

Like he was some goddamn movie star.

And well, in a sense, he really was.

Kaiser was the main act, taking the stage as if he were made for it. His natural charisma and stunning looks enchanting and drawing all the gazes to him.

And then. Well, there was Akira.

He had miserably flunked since Kaiser had started hounding him.

His passes were off and due to the increasing pressure and stress as a consequence of Kaiser's meddling, Akira had scarcely acquired the ball from his teammates.

He was completely singled out.

A clown act that only existed to be belittled and laughed at.

After yet another goal of Kaiser, you, from the stands, eyed Akira, who was now thoroughly crushed. His eyes were casted downwards, and his posture slumped.

You winced. He really seemed worse for wear. But your gaze was quickly drawn away, as Kaiser called your name.

"For you." Is what he mouthed, pointing at you, casting you in the spotlight that was a perpetual shadow to Kaiser.

Your face heated up, embarrassed at the attention being put on you. So you opted to just stare back at Kaiser, hoping to distract yourself from the interest of other people.

However, in Kaiser's eyes there wasn't only complacency and conceit. A glimmer of vulnerability and hope shimmered through his cerulean eyes.

As if dedicating these goals to you, was akin to declaring his love for you.

And maybe, when Kaiser dipped into a dramatic bow, the closing act of his goal, it really was just that for him.

After all, an emperor bowing to you, wasn't that a confession on itself?

Alexis Ness

-> Stealthily operates from out of the shadows, you'll never see him coming.

-> Ness's derision is never obvious, but that doesn't entail that a few well-placed comments here, and a pat disguised as a nasty shove there, aren't as menacing as they were meant to be.

"I've read about you." Ness smiled as he ran up to Souta, your boyfriend, who was driving up the middle.

Souta furrowed his brows in puzzlement. He dribbled away from Ness, but Ness stuck to him like adhesive.

"You're a decent player. Reasonable stats, all-rounder. But your special weapon is your ability to get in behind." Ness topped off, ignoring the baffled noised Souta made.

"Huh--" Souta shot him an uncomprehending look.

Who started yapping in the middle of the match?

"But for that to happen, you have to be focused on the enemy. You have to seize the perfect opportunity to slip past. But..."

Ness grinned, a devilish tint to it. It was a great contrast to his deceptively innocuous countenance.

"When you're the one who's distracted, your weapon is dead."

Souta's eyes went wide as saucers, as Ness nibbed the ball off of him, his flexible ankles easily maneuvering the ball out of rang.

"Y/n's special to me, sp she should watch only me." Ness said unapologetically. "So I'll take this from you."

He then passed the ball, an illusion cross diving straight towards Kaiser, who finished it off with a thundering proficiency, and a beat later, the referee whistled, signalling the match had come to its conclusion.

A boisterous bravado arose. Of course, Kaiser was the one who received the majority of the upheaval, but it was the quiet satisfaction brimming within Ness that was enough for him.

That, and the devastated look Souta was sporting.

Ness frowned, walking up to him.

"It's rude to avert your eyes when you've played a game. It's imperative for a good boyfriend to properly show gratitude for the people who have showed up for you."

Souta's lips trembled from frustration. He was completely worn-down. Yet he refused to look up, humiliation preventing him from even acknowledging you.

Ness smiled at him eerily. "Are you disrespecting Y/n right now? Look. Up."

Souta shook his head, stomping away.

Shrugging, Ness waved at you, pleasant expressions fixed on his face, a stark contrast to the morbid look he'd been sporting earlier.

Just with some surreptitious tricks, Ness had managed to completely bring the other's team to devastation.

And all that, because of his fidelity to you.

Ness might not be the flashiest ones, but his loyalty shone brighter than anyone else's.

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chiipay · 10 months ago

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Turutururuurururuururu-

Kaiser was desperate. He desperately needs you to forgive him even if it means losing all his pride and ego for it.

Here he is holding you in his arm like a hostage he took in. His head rests on your shoulder hiding his face from you with his chest met your back, hands around your waist caging it.

You freaking stuck in his room plus Ness who disappeared the moment he forced you to go to their room. You thought he needed something about his play or sum now you're just stuck.

"...sorry"

"..what?"

Wait-is Kaiser apologising?

"... kaiser...are you high?"

Silent filled the room. Kaiser would just try to suffocate you in his grip and would move around his head to a new position making your breath hitched by the sudden motion.

His head now rests on your neck, breathing soundly making you shiver. You tried to rest assured knowing the situation where he wouldn't let you go and you had absolutely no idea why. You're starting to lose your sanity over this and probably just make it look like kaiser is just drunk or so even if ego probably would kick him out for that.

One of his hands slowly reaches out to your wrist and squeezes it making you look towards it and find a red mark on it....

Ohhhhhhhhh....

"....oh. you uh- felt bad about yesterday? No?.."

"..."

" it's fine. Could you let me go now?"

" No."

" okay."

At night when Ness goes to his shared room with kaiser again he sees you sleeping soundly while leaning on kaiser while he assured your red wrist. Kaiser saw Ness and gave him a look of 'don't even try.' and Ness smiling and giggling like a kid. He's happy that you were spending the night with them (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

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luvseii · 23 days ago

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𐔌 magenta haze 𐦯 a. ness ⋆ smut, mdni

you slipped your fingertips beneath your boyfriend’s jaw as he sat in front of you, kneeling heavily. standing beside the bed, you were taller than he was and used your fingers to gently crane his face up toward yours.

ness's magenta eyes shimmered, a whimper slipping past his lips as he tried to shuffle closer to you. his clothes lay scattered and forgotten around the room, his tip red and leaking with precum. ness's hands formed tight, shaking fists against his thighs, pressed so hard you could see slight shadowed indents against his pillowy legs.

“please,” he whined as he tried shifting his hips again, desperate for some sort of release. your smile was shaky as a gasp slipped through your parted lips as the fingers on your hand, the one not forcing ness's gaze up, slipped past your folds for the third time that night. you were soaked, your arousal coating your fingers as you fucked yourself in front of your poor boyfriend again.

cocking a swear-glistened brow, you tilted your head and shuddered when you toyed with your swollen, overstimulated clit. “please what, baby?”

“please let me touch myself,” ness cried, his shoulders trembling and his chin growing heavier in your grip. you cooed at the sight. your pretty boyfriend, begging for release. he could have easily ignored you to yank his dick, but ness was such a good boy. he’d never do anything to upset you, let alone disobey you.

his pretty eyes shook and shone with tears as he trembled like a leaf before you, staring up so pathetically through the magenta haze.

pausing your actions, you pulled your hand from your quivering cunt and wiped the essence along your bare stomach before fisting his wavy locks. “wanna touch yourself?” you teased with a pout, stepping closer until your thighs pressed into the side of the mattress. ness stared shamelessly at your heavy tits, which rose and fell with each pant that slipped past your lips. “or do you want me to touch you?”

ness fell back on his heels. “you, you!” he begged, voice shaking in excitement and desperation. “please, please touch me. i’ve been so good, haven’t i? i didn’t touch myself, just like you asked. y/n, please—“

you smothered his words with an open-mouthed kiss, effortlessly slipping your tongue as you leaned into him. with one hand still tangled in his hair, you slid the other from his chest down to his aching center, which was hard and raised from your several self-induced orgasms.

you cupped the head of his dick, his juices warm and sticky against your palm. ness huffed in your mouth, shuddering violently beneath your grip as you leaned him back against the mattress and climbed on top. your knees sat on either side of his thighs, hand still pressed against his erection.

“i, i—“ ness stammered, mouth agape as he threw an arm over his eyes. “i don’t think i’ll last long…”

“that’s okay, baby,” you said gently, twisting your wrist to slide your hand down his shaft. ness's hips bucked up, forcing your hand to work faster. “you did so good. you can cum as quickly as you want, m’kay?” your boyfriend’s head nodded violently against the bed as he twitched and whined beneath you.

you stroked him with a precision you knew wasn’t necessary, considering how close he was already. ness's stomach caved, his thighs trembling between yours, signaling that he was close.

shimmying down his legs, you dropped down on your elbows and licked a strip up the underside of his cock. ness let out the unholiest of moans, one that went straight to your core, but there wasn’t time for that. you had your fun; it was his turn now. your lips parted over the head of ness's erection, just the tip. you would have gone further, but ropes of thick, hot cum were suddenly filling your mouth.

“’m sorry!” ness gasped as he jerked beneath you. “forgot to warn you that i was cl-close.”

you straightened, hands resting against his thighs, as you swallowed his seed. “my baby,” you soothed as you helped ness into a sitting position, still splayed across his outstretched legs. “that’s okay. you can make it up to me next time.”

you’d never seen a shade of magenta as bright as ness's eyes after hearing those simple, simple words.

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glamourscat · 3 months ago

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DELPHINIUM | FEM! KAISER X READER X FEM! NESS PT 2

“Having fun without me?”

The amusement in Kaiser’s voice carried a bitter edge as she leaned against the doorway of your dorm room.

It was a hot summer night. Training was coming to an end as the season was reaching its closure and it's been over a month since you, Kaiser and Ness started sleeping together. You still had no idea what dynamic the two had. Girlfriends? An open relationship? You didn’t know and didn’t care to know.

You told yourself it would only be a one time thing. After that afternoon in the changing room, you tried to ignore them. But if it was hard before, between their relentless teasing during training and the way they haunted your dreams with erotic illusions, it is even worse now. Resisting was useless; the more you tried, the more you were drawn to them.

Every insult, every argument, every sharp word was just an excuse to shove your tongue down their throats. Kaiser’s hands were always on you and Ness’s lips were never far behind. From sneaking off before and after practice for heated make out sessions to weekend spend in each other’s beds and unexpected encounters in the showers, they were all over you. And you were all over them

Which led to tonight. July 15th, 10 PM. Too warm to go out despite it being a Friday. Too tired from training. But not sore enough, apparently, to stop Ness from pounding into you with reckless abandon with her pink strap on.

Filthy. That was the only way to describe it. Legs spread and held firm by her hands as she moved her hips with such coordination and precision you were unable to shut your mouth. A mix of whines, pleas and cries coming out, too consumed by pleasure to care about Kaiser’s watchful gaze burning into your skin.

“Kaiser—” Ness panted, starting to slow, but Kaiser cut her off.

“No, don’t stop.” Her voice was husky, dripping with sarcasm. “By all means, continue. Put on a show for me since you two want to act like dogs in heat.”

The mocking tone should have pissed you off, but the way she said it, so smooth, so taunting, had your breath hitching instead. Maybe you truly were a slut, damn.

“Isn’t that right?” She gripped your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet hers. “Look at you, pathetic little thing. Can barely talk.” While Ness started her thrusts again, deeper this time.

“S’so good—”

“I should think so, considering you’re spread out like a slut for Ness. Taking her cock so well.”

Shameless, you moan at her words, as your hands reach for her, pulling her into a messy kiss. Her hand found your breast, fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whimper.

“You're going to punish us, aren’t you?” you mutter breathlessly.

Kaiser’s mouth curled into a smirk, that dangerous smile, that was so beautiful as it could be cruel at times.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to, liebling,” she whispered, voice dripping with sarcasm before kissing your neck. “I had been looking for you two for over an hour—”

“Kaiser—” Ness tried again, but one sharp look from the blonde shut her up.

“It was rather– rude, leaving me hanging at the spot we agreed on… only to find you two like this. Cute, sure. But I am going to enjoy what’s coming next.”

KAISER'S POV

It’s just sex. Just a game. But why does it feel like she’s been left out?

Maybe it’s because she had waited over an hour, expecting them to show, only to be ignored. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the fact that, for once, she wasn’t the one in control. For once, there’s someone, you, who dares to go against her. And it's a feeling that's both maddening and thrilling at the same time. She wants to kiss you until you both are breathless, until you’re too pussy drunk to even think about your name. But there’s a tiny part in her that wants to push you away. To take control once again. To have Ness look at her like she is looking at you now.

How naturally Ness and you move together, how Ness’s focus is entirely on you and it irks her more than she wants to admit. Because how is she— she did not even know Ness had it in her. The way she moves her hips. The way she is taking control, moving, moaning, whispering filthy praises in your ear. It’s all so… wrong? No, that’s what you all had wanted now for a while, no? Besides, it’s not like Ness and her were girlfriends to begin with. She was nothing more than a passtime. And yet, the sight in front of her, made her eye twitch, her jaw slightly stiffed. She couldn't, or more likely she refuses, to think actually why.

Her nails dig into her palms, something ugly twisting in her stomach. She hates it. A mix of anxiety mixed with anger and a bit of arousal, screaming at her to join in. The way Ness moves her hips. The way she whispers filthy praises in your ear. The way your body writhes under her touch.

That should be her pulling those sounds from you.

“Kaiser?” Ness’s voice breaks through her thoughts. Softer now. Almost pleading. “Please?”

“Please what?” she responds back, too bitterly. Too firmly, despite trying to conceal her actual feelings.

Ness hesitates, the movements have stopped and you let out a pathetic whine in protest, despite your body twitching in tiredness, it still craved for more. And your mind was almost too far gone to actually register what’s going on, too lost in the pleasure Ness had been giving you.

“Can you take over please? My legs are sore” Ness whines, her breathing panting. As the girl seems on the verge of passing out from exhaustion.

Kaiser exhales slowly, stepping forward, her voice smooth but laced with unspoken authority. “Since you two were fine without me earlier, why should I touch you now?”

Ness whines, almost begging. “Please. My legs are sore.. Kaiser–” She pulls away from you, pulling out the strap, earning a needy quiet protest from your lips.

Kaiser grips her chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “You look a little too pleased with yourself, liebling.” A sharp smirk. “What? Did you think you could misbehave and not suffer the consequences?”

She steps back, letting her gaze linger on both of you. Then, slowly, she tugs at the waistband of her shorts.

“On your knees. Both of you.”

NESS'S POV

Of course this was going to happen. Of course, Kaiser had to take control her way, as per usual. Not that she minded, but she could tell something deeper was going on. Both you and Ness lay back on the bed now, hands tied up above your heads. The hands off rule is one that truly sucks. Especially for someone like Ness, who loved to squeeze, to touch and to hold during sex.

So, being tied up as Kaiser makes both you and her stay still while she rotates who to tease merciless… It's hell and heaven at the same time. Ness’s hands itch to squeeze your body, trying to wriggle out of the tie that holds her hands in place, but in vain. Kaiser hasn’t given you two permission to touch each other, or her, for that matter yet.

Kaiser drags her lips slowly over Ness’s body, mapping every spot she knows will make the brown hair girl go crazy while completely ignoring you.

Ness is quiet but not a fool. She knows that Kaiser’s jealousy isn’t just about sex. She’s seen the way Kaiser looks at you when she thinks no one is watching. The way her blue eyes trails on your form slightly longer than necessary. Ness had never seen her so… captivated by someone. She looked like… she had seen magic. And she couldn't find it in her to disagree. You are magic. There's something different in this dynamic, something dangerous. If before she had not dared going against Kaiser’s word and wishes, now with you in this, she feels almost a need to do so. To rebel. To take control. To be the one who does the act instead of always receiving.

Which is why, when Kaiser finally steps back and her mouth opens to degrade her, a switch turns on in her brain.

“Look at you. Can barely speak. You really are pathetic, huh?” as a small laugh left the blonde’s lips. “You’re close again, aren’t you? Too bad. You don’t get to cum until I say so. Not until you’re a pleading mess, pet.”

“Kaiser—stop.” Ness’s voice was firm. Making both you and Kaiser take a double look at the girl.

Kaiser pauses, confusion flickering across her features for just a second. “What? – What do you mean stop?”

Ness doesn’t waver. “I said stop.”

Kaiser studies her, fingers dragging along Ness’s cheek. Her touch is slow, teasing almost, as she focuses on a particular mole Ness has on her cheek. Her expression is unreadable.

“Stop being a twat.” Ness says, her voice a breathy command. “Kiss me.”

YOUR POV

Ness kisses Kaiser with a hunger that feels almost desperate. Her hand no longer confined in the tie, desperately goes in Kaiser’s hair pulling and twirling the blonde locks, as the two moan and kiss as if they had been starving for each other. It was mesmerising watching the scene. It was so raw with passion as Kaiser unconsciously started grinding against Ness and Ness.. well she was letting loose like she had never before. Actually taking control of the movements, as her hands go on Kaiser’s hips to help her. To guide her hips like Ness likes.

You’re so lost in watching them that you forget your hands are still tied until their laughter breaks the moment. Kaiser reaches over, undoing the tie, smirking.

“Poor thing. She’s tired,” she teases.

“Don’t just sit there,” Ness murmurs, fingers tracing your lip. “Join us.”

Kaiser pulls you closer, her blue eyes steady onto yours. For a moment, there’s something there, something soft, fleeting. A small silence stretches on, as if she was getting ready to speak, her features strangely soft. But that did not happen. Instead she huffs, her head moves to hide in your shoulder and before you could tease her, her teeth sank in your shoulder biting you.

“Oi! What the hell?!” you gasp in confusion, involuntary going to grip her wrists as if to anchor yourself.

You were expecting for her to snap back, to cuss you off. Instead a soft, real laugh fills the air. You and Ness exchange a look, as Kaiser pulls back her head and her soft lips find yours and Ness’s lips at the same time. A slow kiss that despite the softness it held, it was so beautifully arousing and intoxicating.

Kaiser pulls back, smirking. “Hope you two are ready for round two. I’m not done playing with meine mädchen just yet.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　

The room was hot, a mix of sweat, the warm summer night heat, the smell of sex still lingering in the air and now the cigarette that Kaiser had just lit. Her figure, hair up with a clip and a loose dark blue silky robe, embraced her body as she stood by the slightly open window. Her eyes watch yours and Ness's figure, still laying on the messy bed.

The way that Ness traces soft patterns on your hip, while you're close to doze off. She doesn’t say anything, the inhale and exhales of her cigarette fill the silence of the room. She likes seeing you two like this, spent, satisfied, hers. It was maddening. It was confusing as hell and she had no time nor want to reflect upon what this means. That's what she keeps telling herself, at least.

She can tell that you aren’t fully asleep. That you are watching her with half-lidded eyes, exhaustion keeping you from questioning when she will come back on the bed to snuggle with you and Ness. Ness meets Kaiser's gaze, something unreadable in her expression as she keeps her fingers ghosting over your skin absentmindedly.

"You're scared," she almost says, but she doesn't. Ness knows. Kaiser knows too. It's like an unspoken secret between the two of them.

Ness turns to face you once more, pressing a kiss to your temple, pretending not to notice the way Kaiser's jaw clenches one last time. Snuggling by your side as her eyes finally close, welcoming Hypnos with open arms.

pt 3? ;)

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marie098887 · 2 months ago

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💳 “The Runway walk.”

Blue Lock Boys React to FemModel!Reader

Part 3 : Ness Hiori, Shidou Kaiser, Niko, Sae,

📝 Requests: OPEN

After a brutal, hard fought win in the final match of the season, the Blue Lock team was on a all time high. The kind of win that gets headlines, sponsorships, and cameras in their faces.

Not even a full 24 hours after the match, Ego sent a rare, vaguely polite message about a “post-season opportunity.” A top fashion brand is hosting its annual runway show and wants the Blue Lock team front and center. PR stunt? Probably. But the event promises food, press, and a VIP afterparty, and that’s enough to get them into suits.

🎀 Alexis Ness

Ness is composed.

Sits straight. Perfect posture. Hands folded neatly in his lap. Every detail of his outfit is deliberate, clean, sharp, expensive. He’s not here to joke around or roll his eyes like the others.

He’s here to observe. Properly.

He watches the models walk like a critic. Calm expression. The occasional approving nod, that same sweet smile on his face.

But, he’s not easily impressed.

Then you walk out.

And the air shifts.

His eyes lock onto you instantly. He leaned forward ever so slightly, but you can feel the tension roll off him, subtle, sharp, alert.

You don’t strut. You glide. Like the runway doesn’t deserve you but you’re being generous. Your walk is clean. Cold. Effortless.

His lips part, just barely. Like his brain stopped for a moment.

He blinks. Once.

He’s interested, well, not interested. Invested.

You don’t spare the crowd a glance. You don’t need to. You’re not here to be looked at, you’re here to be remembered.

And Ness is remembering everything.

You disappear backstage, and he finally exhales. Slow. Controlled.

But he’s still thinking.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move. Just sits there, looking too calm for someone who just watched the entire room tilt around one person.

That’s fine.

He’ll figure out who you are. He always does.

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🩵 Hiori Yo

Hiori’s paying attention.

He’s not trying to stand out, not trying to impress anyone. Just sitting quietly, hands folded in his lap, watching the show with his teammates and chatting away.

He notices the details. The way certain models hold their posture. The rhythm of the walk. The weight of the clothes. It’s interesting, in a distant kind of way.

Then you step out.

And he becomes still.

It’s not dramatic. No gasp, no wide eyes. Just silence. A pause in his breathing. Like his brain needed a second to catch up.

You don’t rush. You don’t overdo it. Your walk is smooth. Your presence was solid, something that wasn't easily shaken.

You look like you belong here.

And for a second, Hiori forgets what he was looking for. Because now, he’s just looking at you.

His brows pull together slightly. Like he’s confused. Not by you, but by his own reaction. It’s rare for something to throw him off. Rarer for someone to do it so quietly, but you did it.

With ease.

You disappear backstage. He blinks. Exhales. Then sits back in his seat again like nothing happened.

But in his head?

All he's thinking about is you.

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🩷 Shidou Ryusei

Shidou’s bored.

Slouched in his seat, legs wide, shirt half unbuttoned, gum popping between his teeth, hair down for once. The lights, the glam, the music, none of it’s holding his attention. He’s restless.

He was looking for something worth noticing, feining almost.

And so far? Nothing.

He watches the models walk like he’s watching paint dry. Blank stare. Half, lidded eyes. Already making jokes in his head about how everyone looks the same.

Then you come out.

And everything stops.

He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. Just watches.

You don’t walk like the others. You don’t try to impress the crowd or demand attention. You walk like it’s yours by default.

And that? That hooks him.

You alone piqued his interest. It’s curiosity. Sharp. Quiet. Obsessive.

His jaw shifts. The gum’s still in his mouth, but he’s not chewing it anymore. He leans forward slightly. Just enough to follow every step you take.

You don’t look at him. But if you did?

He would smile right back at you. But we all know there is more looming behind that smile.

Eyes low, mouth slightly open, like he’s thinking too much, and none of those thoughts are appropriate.

When you disappear backstage, he sits back again.

Still silent.

Still thinking.

The next model walks out and he doesn’t even glance at them.

You have him now, and he wants to see more of you.

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💎 Michael Kaiser

Kaiser walks in like he’s the main attraction.

And to be fair, he usually is. Custom suit. Hair perfect. Smile sharp. He’s posing for cameras like they owe him something. Giving interviews. Dropping winks. Loving the attention.

He’s not here to be impressed. He’s here to be seen.

He watches the runway casually. Half bored. Leaned back with one arm draped over the back of his chair like this was just another day. Every model gets the same look: neutral, a little smug, flirty, unimpressed.

Then you walk out.

And the air shifts.

He doesn’t react right away. Doesn’t move. Just watches, his eyes widening. That smug smirk on his face wiped off immediately.

Because something about you feels different.

You don’t smile. Don’t do anything extra. But the room feels like it’s spinning toward you.

And that pisses him off a little.

His brows draw together just a bit. Not in anger, in curiosity. Who are you? Why haven’t he heard of you? Why does it suddenly feel like someone else has the spotlight?

You don’t acknowledge the crowd. Don’t acknowledge him.

That gets to him most of all.

By the time you disappear backstage, his head’s tilted slightly, lips pressed into a thin line, like he’s trying not to show that you just messed with his ego a little.

He doesn’t speak. Just watches. Thinking.

And for once?

He’s not the one people are looking at.

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💚 Niko Ikki

Niko’s not saying much.

He’s just sitting there, quiet, still, taking everything in. The music. The way the models move. The pacing. The camera flashes. He watches like he’s trying to learn something from it. Not emotionally invested, just… studying.

He’s always been like that. Head in the game. Eyes sharp. Mind running in the background.

Then you come out.

And for a second, he forgets what he’s doing.

His gaze snaps to you. His whole body stills. Like someone pressed pause.

You don’t do anything flashy. You don’t need to. Your walk is smooth, calm, effortless. There’s something heavy about your presence — like you know exactly how to pull a room in without lifting a finger.

And yeah, he notices.

Eyes stay on you the whole time. Focused. Quiet. Curious. Not in a loud way. Not in a thirst way.

He doesn’t realize he’s leaning forward slightly until the person next to him shifts.

When you disappear backstage, he blinks. Breathes. Leans back.

Doesn’t say a word.

But now you’re stuck in his head. And he’s wondering how someone like you could exist without him already knowing your name.

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❤️ Sae Itoshi

Sae’s not impressed.

Not by the venue. Not by the clothes. Definitely not by the people. He sits in the front row like he was dragged there, spine straight, expression unreadable, dressed in something effortlessly expensive.

He doesn’t clap. Doesn’t react. Barely even looks up.

He’s seen this all before. Runways. Spotlights. Flashes. It’s nothing new.

Then you walk out.

And he looks.

Not just a glance, really looks.

Eyes narrow just a little. Brows barely twitch. It’s the smallest shift, but for him? That’s everything.

You don’t look at the crowd. Don’t need to. You walk like silence follows you. Like you belong here, more than anyone else in the room.

And for once, he’s watching. Quiet. Still.

He tracks every step without blinking. Not because he’s shocked — because something in him won’t let him look away.

There’s no smirk. No comment. No reaction on his face.

But in his head?

You’ve already registered as a problem.

When you disappear backstage, he leans back in his seat.

Unbothered. Distant. But still thinking.

And that’s the part that bothers him most.

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Alright and that is a wrap for the Runway walk. :) Pretty proud of myself and this is only the start.

If you guys would like to drive into this more just lmk! Already working on the next <3

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misandrnesst · 2 months ago

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Concept (because I can’t write for shit): You, Kaiser and Ness as a friend group.

You and Kaiser are childhood friends. One day he invites you out, and he brings one of his friends along. Timeskip to a year later and Ness absolutely hates you. He couldn’t stand the sight of you and Kaiser being so close. His thoughts were always lingering on you. The way you and Kaiser laughed at years old inside jokes. The way you seem to know Kaiser as if he was the back of your hand. The way that whenever the two of you were alone you always talked about Kaiser. Always poking fun at him, teasing him behind his back. He couldn’t help but notice the way you two start talking oh so naturally. He couldn’t believe you took up so much of Kaiser’s time, attention, and energy. Yet something always lingered in the back of his mind. Ness always noticed the way your eyes lit up with excitement whenever Kaiser and entered a room. The way you would laugh at his every joke. Your laugh it was loud, unrelenting and made his stomach twist in a way he refused to acknowledge. The way he would feel something… disappointment when he saw your muscles seemingly to relax whenever Kaiser would enter the room. The way you would never look him in the eye the same way you looked at Kaiser. Alexis Ness didn’t know it at the time but let’s just say… he’s wasn’t as jealous of you as he thought.

Little did Ness know…

Yes, you and Kaiser were childhood best friends. Yes, you two were practically connected by the hip. However no, you are not in love with Kaiser. The day you met Ness you were instantly smitten. His fluffy hair framing his face to make him look even more inviting than he already did. He had such a beautiful kind, purple eyes. his emotions were seemingly controlled, always bearing a calm, jovial expression. The way his eyes lit up whenever the topic of magic came into the conversation. You felt like a teenage girl with a silly little crush once again. While doing menial tasks you would pretend that he was there in the room watching you. You would wake up from dreams of him, whispering sweet, nothings in your ear. You even started to learn stupid card tricks just to see if he would like them (but you were too nervous to show them to him). Whenever you were hanging out, you could barely even look at Ness without your entire body heating up. You were simply so nervous, so hopelessly in love and he didn’t even know.

( Kaiser of course knows that you both have a crush on eachother and refuses to do anything about it. It’s more entertaining this way)

Feel free to use this concept in your own fics. I do not care as long as you credit me in someway :)

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twijaxx · 5 months ago

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Ness is so warm, at this point he is your portable heater. Whenever you two are walking together in a snowy night you hold his hand because yours are basically freezing. Every time you’re on your period he snuggles up with you because he believes it will help with your cramps and after all he is way better than the hot bottle of water right?

It’s all fun when it’s winter, but when summer comes… it’s definitely not fun for you. Ness tries to get closer to you because you are cold and he feels like he’s melting, but he don’t understand that you are melting to, especially since you are a winter person and prefer when it’s cold outside, so later that day you two went to buy a fan, but now you guys are fighting who should sit right in front of it…

this is so short but it’s almost 1Am and if i didn’t write this thought it would not let me sleep

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neeeooon · 3 months ago

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Hiii, I loved your "when they find out they have a kid" work, so I was wondering if you can do a part 2 with other characters? Itoshi brothers and Reo + any characters you'd like. Thank you <3

YES thank you sm!! i have another req for isagi so i’m combining those (ty both for requesting) 💙💙

when they find out they have a kid, pt 2

ex-husband!bllk x fem!reader. angst, cursing, mentions of sex (no smut), rin and ness’s kids have names

itoshi sae

-> you cried the first time you saw sae on your television, because you’d just finalized your divorce, and you were four months pregnant

-> he stated specifically that he had no time for you. that marrying you was a mistake, and that he was better off on his own. you’d yelled at him then, blaming him for wasting years of your life when he knew he’d leave you eventually. he didn’t argue back, just grabbed his things and left you alone with the positive pregnancy test in your back pocket

-> three years later, you’re working on reports at the kitchen table when your son yells, “daddy!” frazzled, you jump into the other room to see what he’s watching when your blood freezes in your veins. sae. on television. doing an interview for his team. how was your son watching soccer? you’d left him with cartoons!

-> “that’s not your dad,” you tried, but your son was adamant. “we look the same, mama! he’s so cool! why doesn’t he live with us?”

-> realizing how unfair it was for you to keep a secret like this any longer, you contacted sae’s team to get his number when you identified yourself as his wife. his call came too quick, and you could hear how agitated he was to be pulled away from work

-> “what do you want, y/n?” “wow. three years since you practically abandoned me, and i don’t even get a hello?” “what do you wa—“ he repeated, cutting himself off when he heard a little voice in the background of your call. “who was that? y/n?”

-> you swallowed hard and sank into the couch, where your son was playing with a toy robot. “mama! is that daddy? hi daddy!” he tried to pull the phone from your hand, but you tightened your grip and cleared your throat into the speaker. “we have some things to discuss, next time you’re in town.” “i’ll book a flight tonight.”

itoshi rin

-> itoshi rin wasn’t made for marriage, but you thought you could change him. you practically forced his hand, and while you know you were wrong looking back, you thought marrying you was the only way for him to prove that he loved you

-> you were together a little over a year before he broke, telling you he wasn’t happy and that he didn’t want to be your husband anymore. after hearing him out, you realized there was no point in denying his request. you were divorced a week later, and found out you were pregnant a month after that

-> by that point, you thought keeping his child from him was for the best. he was clearly overwhelmed and didn’t want anything to do with you; adding a child to the mix would devastate him and his career. so you never told him

-> it took several years, but rin was one of the top strikers in the world. all the while you were raising his daughter in secret, though those closest to you could tell by her teal eyes that she wasn’t born through a one night stand, and you claimed

-> on your daughter’s sixth birthday, one of your so-called friends took a photo of you and emi and posted it, tagging rin. you tore her a new one when you found out and cut her out of your life, but the damage was done

-> we need to talk. was all his text said, and you knew there was no point in lying any further

-> “i don’t want anything from you,” you clarified as soon as you opened the door. rin had a dazed look in his eyes, eyes that matched your daughter’s perfectly. “not your money, not your time, nothing. she deleted the post and i’ve cleared it as a joke, so no harm will come to your name—“

-> “can i meet her?” and you halted at the sound of his crackling voice. you shuffled your weight. “y.. you want to meet emi?” he pulled a small plush owl from his bag that made you choke on a laugh. “i didn’t want to show up on her birthday empty handed…”

-> your daughter was a bit shy, unsure of how to react around the strange man that looked like her, and you could tell rin was just as awkward. it took a little while, but once the ice broke, the two were sharing little stories and cracking jokes that made you wonder if maybe emi could have a relationship with her father after all

mikage reo

-> you married reo on impulse, blinded by love and the belief that you’d live happily ever after together. his parents hated you since you didn’t come from wealth, but reo didn’t care. and then you got pregnant

-> you’d been excited to tell him until his parents found out. you wanted to believe that you’d never pick money over love, but reo was gone most days due to his soccer career, and you were young and stupid

-> 10 million dollars, tax-free. the only catch? you had to cut contact with their son and never tell him about his child; the next heir to mikage corp

-> you debated telling him, but again… you were young and stupid. his parents told him they’d stop supporting him financially if he stayed with you, and you worried about the future if his career didn’t take off. in tears, you took the money and blocked him on everything

-> years later, the news of reo’s marriage to a woman his parents approved of hit headlines, and you cried until your little son tried to heal you with butterfly stickers and kisses. you debated telling reo then, but what was the point?

-> you were with your son at a doctor’s appointment when a young woman arrived with three young children at her ankles. your son was older than them by at least three years, but the four wanted to play together while you and their mom drank tea in the waiting area

-> when the receptionist called “mikage?” your heart dropped. the young woman herded her kids together, who you now realized look strikingly similar to your son, and gave you her card before leaving. “so our kids can have a play date sometime! it was nice meeting you, y/n!”

-> reo’s number was on her card, next to her work cell. you knew you were breaking your nda, but your mind was running too fast as you typed in his number and pressed the phone to your ear. “this is reo.” “i… you—we have a son.” “y/n?” and you told him everything

-> he asked you not to tell his wife, and you were in agreement. “i want to meet my son.” “… okay.” and upon reo’s request, you meet with a lawyer present. your son immediately loved reo’s purple hair, and you could tell that your ex-husband’s heart broke at the sound of your son’s laughter

-> once you were alone, reo handed you a sheet of paper that made you nauseous. “i want partial custody.”

isagi yoichi

-> you and isagi were together for years, dating with no issue, but the moment you got married… everything changed. you fought constantly over everything: finances, trust, communication, everything

-> it got to the point where you were living apart more than together, and when the divorce papers arrived in the mail, you sent the back signed. you didn’t know you were pregnant, and with how unknowingly far along you were, you figured telling him wouldn’t change anything in your relationship

-> so, you raised your daughter as a single mother. you never did see isagi since that day in court, where you finalized your divorce. despite how much you argued over finances, isagi let you keep the house and everything in it as a parting gift. the same house your daughter took her first steps in

-> “oh, um.. sorry, kid! i thought this was isagi yoichi’s place—y/n?” you pushed your five year old behind you, hoping bachira didn’t get too good a look at her. your hopes died when he met your eyes, a bit amused. “hm. i didn’t know isagi had a daughter.” “who’s isagi?” “.. i guess he doesn’t, either. y/n?”

-> bachira was in town after years and decided to visit his old friend on a whim, not realizing that isagi no longer lived with you. you knew there was no point in telling him to keep this from your ex, but your daughter absolutely loved “uncle” bachira

-> he told you he’d be over again today, but your smile fell when you opened the door and came face to face with isagi. he didn’t say anything as he shoved his phone in your face, revealing a selfie of your beaming daughter holding a peace sign next to bachira

-> “y/n, what the fuck? how could you… is she mine?” he didn’t know why he was asking; your daughter was the spitting image of her dad. she even had his little cowlick, which she named “bernice” for reasons beyond you. “she’s yours.” “how could you not tell me? i know things didn’t end perfectly, but there was a time where you were my best friend, y/n. the love of my life!”

-> bachira appeared after that and took your daughter to play outside and away from her arguing parents. “and then you tell bachira before me. the fuck?” “i didn’t tell bachira, he found out on his own,” you shouted back. “maybe if you cared enough to check in at least once in the past five years, you’d have figured it out, too!”

-> “i want to meet her.” “no. you’re too riled up right now. go home, get some rest, come over in the morning. i won’t spring you on her without a warning.” “spring me on her? i’m her father!” “you’re a stranger!” “and whose fault is that, y/n?”

alexis ness

-> ness was so scared of ruining his marriage to you that he ran away from the responsibility and took a backseat ride in your relationship. one thing was certain from day one, though. neither of you wanted kids

-> your job demanded a lot from you, and that paired with your co-dependent husband overwhelmed you. you felt that you’d die in your marriage, and though he begged you to stay, you were able to convince ness to divorce you

-> you were going to tell him the moment you found out you were pregnant, but when you found him, he had thrown himself into his career to manage his grief and was thriving. more than that, he looked happy. though you didn’t want to take that away from him, it would be a lie to say that you didn’t have selfish reasons for keeping your child secret, too

-> “come on, mila,” you called for your four-year-old as you fastened her car seat. you should have checked to see where bastard münchen was playing before leaving the house, especially since the aquarium was close to the arena

-> when your daughter didn’t respond, you glanced back and gasped. mila was tilting her head at the man across the street, who was doing the same at her. she waved, he waved back. you would have freaked out if you didn’t recognize the magenta dye in the guy’s brown hair

-> grabbing your daughter, you hoisted her up into your arms and locked eyes with ness. he looked so incredibly sad, but flashed you a slow, almost kind smile. then, before you could stop and think, you were at the crosswalk

-> “lex,” you greeted, voice sounding foreign in your ears. “it’s been a while.” “hi, lex,” mila greeted in a soft and sweet voice, and you watched as ness’s eyes began to sparkle. “hi, um…” “mila.” “hi, mila. i like your nose.” mila giggled. “me too. it looks like yours!”

-> “could i buy you coffee?” you asked, tossing the olive branch out. ness didn’t hesitate long before replying with a cracking, “yes.”

pt 1 // pt 3 // reo pt cont..

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st3f13ily · 3 months ago

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Silenced By The Emperor

• Kaiser x Reader

• I saw a trend on TikTok. The one where one of the char hides the other char at the door while covering their mouth as the other char talk to the person through the door

• I'm not very good at explaining this kind of stuff.

• If you don't understand here it is ( this, this, this )

• Idk much about Kaiser's personality and Ness cause I haven't read the manga, but I got some spoilers.

The warmth of Kaiser’s lips against yours sent shivers down your spine. His hands, firm yet gentle, cradled your face as he deepened the kiss, completely losing himself in the moment. You could barely think, your breath hitching as your fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt.

Then—knock knock

Your body tensed. Kaiser froze for half a second before pulling away, his ocean-blue eyes flickering with annoyance.

"Kaiser? Are you in there?"

It was Ness.

Your eyes widened. You and Kaiser decided to keep your relationship a secret, and yes, even from Ness.

Panic shot through you, but before you could make a sound, Kaiser yanked you behind the door, pressing you flush against the wall. His large hand clamped over your mouth just as you were about to protest. The playful smirk he usually wore was gone, replaced with a sharp, commanding gaze.

"Shhh," he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

Your heart pounded. You tried to nod, but the firm grip on your mouth made it difficult. Kaiser’s other arm pinned you against the door, making sure you stayed hidden.

Ness knocked again. "Kaiser? Are you ok?"

Kaiser rolled his eyes, finally opening the door, his other hand behind the door still covering your mouth. "I'm fine, Ness. Why are you hovering? ."

You wanted to smack your boyfriend but his hold tightened slightly. A silent warning.

"I just... I wanted to remind you about training. I warmed up like you told me to, but I can’t start without you." Ness voice was gentle.

Kaiser smirked at that, tilting his head. "You’re too dependent on me."

Ness didn’t deny it. "Of course. You’re the best, Kaiser. I’ll always follow your lead."

Kaiser exhaled, clearly uninterested in entertaining Ness’s devotion right now. "Yeah, yeah. Just wait a little longer. I’ll be there when I feel like it."

A brief pause. Then, "Okay… I’ll be waiting, like always."

The sound of retreating footsteps signalled Ness to leave. Only when the hallway fell completely silent did Kaiser's hand let go of your mouth.

You gasped, smacking his chest. "You didn’t have to hold me like that!"

Kaiser grinned, finally regaining his usual smugness. "Oh, but I did, meine Liebe. We both know you can’t keep your voice down."

You pouted, crossing your arms. "I would’ve stayed quiet!"

Kaiser raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing a word of it. "Sure, sure. That’s why I had to do it myself."

He leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to your forehead. "Now, where were we before my loyal dog interrupted us?"

You glared at him. "Don't call him that! You know Ness always look up to y—"

Kaiser shut you off by pulling you closer to him then back to kissing your soft lips.

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ama--ryllis · 1 year ago

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Giving the blue lock boys a massage p.2 ...♡

Part 1

Warnings: may be a little explicit, minor spoilers for the neo egoist league, mainly fluff, not proofread!

Alexis Ness

In his mind, the feeling of your hand massaging the pain away was a dream. If only he knew it would come true. He eyes were tightly closed as he felt your weight on his thighs while you massaged the back of his shoulder. Feeling your thumbs press into his weak spot, a barely audible whine escaped his lips, a blush crept on his face as he hugged the pillow his head was resting on. He had taken his shirt off to make your job easier, revealing his back. His muscle were pretty visible, resulting in you teasing him every so often. He could fall asleep to the feeling of your hands on his back, a light hum could be heard when he felt your knuckles press on the sore muscles. "Gosh.., should've told me earlier you could do this" you smirked at his words, leaning close to his ear "enjoying yourself ?" His face reddened at your teasing, but it deepened when your hands caressed his back only to go back up to the base of his neck. A satisfied sight escaped his lips "i'm going to fall asleep at this rate" your knuckles rolled at the base of his neck "you can, if you want to...sweetheart~" he looked at you through his curly bangs"you can't talk to me with that tone and expect me not to react.." alexis said with a low voice. But in a swift move, it you under him, trapped between his arms. You caressed his cheek, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. He happily kissed back, when you both parted he gave you a small smile"cuddle night?" You nodded with a gentle smile of you own.

Nagi seishiro

This big baby would straight up fall asleep on you, although he's much heavier and taller but, not like you minded. But he'd fall asleep to your gentle touch, on his shoulders to his bicep, nagi quote; the pain is such a hassle

You sighted and installed him between your legs, softly pressing into his biceps to ease the pain and also to stop hearing his complaining. The feeling of your hands Almost sets him off into a deep slumber. I feel likes he loves it just because it's an excuse not to go to his training. Sometimes you'd massage his wrists, feeling him tense pretty much everywhere from his shoulders to the tip of his fingers. Nagi muscle were well built, sometimes giving you a hard time when he clenched them in his sleep. But when he woke up he was always grateful although his tired expression. This boy loves you more than anything, he'd probably let you do anything to him. If he was awake when you massaged him, he'd probably hum a lot, but yea, he's not really difficult.

"i love when press your thumbs in my shoulders, the pain is such a hassle" your boyfriend said with a slight pout in his voice. You'd chuckled at his complaining, it made you happy to take care of him, he was also very sweet.

Bachira meguru

"you would massage me ?!" He jumped on top of you, a huge smile attached to his face. He hugged you tight, moving you around because of how happy he was "well, where does it hurt?" You asked him"everywhere!" He said, honestly he probably wasn't in much pain, sometimes being dramatic but you'd play along. When he finally settled down, telling you to massage his back, accompanied with a pretty please. He'd be humming a song while you'd be sitting on his side since he wouldn't stop moving his legs around. He'd look st you with a smile, enjoying himself when he felt your knuckles roll over his sore muscles and your palms pressing in his back. "Ahh~, you're very good at this y/n" nyou looked at him with a smile " thank you meguru" his cheeks reddened at the sound of his first name. A few hums here and there but with his energy it was sometimes hard to keep him still. Although, not even 15 minutes in, he was fast asleep. He mumbled some stuff in his sleep but he stopped moving around, allowing you to massage him with more focus. When you felt his muscles had enough stimulate, you would trace some random stuff on his back, such has i love you, darling or even drawings.

If only you knew he woke up mid-way through your tracing, he smiled to himself. Enjoying the soft ticklish feelings of your fingers on his back.

Isagi yoichi

"what? No really i'm fine and i'm sure you've got some more important things to do-"

...

"mhmm!~ gosh you really know the s-spots~"

He was almost moaning under your touch, feeling your palms pressing deeply in his upper back, his brows furrowed upwards and lips parted slightly. Oh how he loved every second of this "you can press harder than that" isagi said, completely at your mercy, you pressed harder, a slight whine escaping his lips, he was a sucker for your touch and hell this was awesome. He turned his head to the side, eyeing your focused expression, "geez what did your team master do ?" Isagi looked at you through his wet bangs that was sticking to his face, his eyes half opened, giving gim a quite attractive look. Even more than he usually was "just trained really hard today, just a little lower- r-right there!" He had a mix of a tired and pleased expression, he let out a sight of relief." This is really good, like really good" he said with a chuckle. You smiled at his praise, pressing your thumbs in his skin, causing a slight reaction out of him"mhmm!~" he smiled at you"now you're just teasing!" You snickered and looked right in his eyes "i don't know what you're talking about" he laughed along with you, he started leaning more into the pillow, fully closing his eyes, relaxing his body even more, if that was possible. Letting you handle his back pain, he had a smile attached to his lips.

...

Considering it had been an hour, now you were getting kinda tired, you lated next to him, he opened an eye to look at you, his gaze was lovesick. He turned to lay on his back, inviting you to sleep on his bare chest...

I think you guys can see the favoritism lol!

Anyway, the vote was pretty tight, but hope you enjoyed. I'm a Ness and Isagi enjoyer lol. Anyway, hope that fed your hunger for these bllk boys. I might start taking request for blue lock again. But i'm not gonna rush to dry out all my motivation for this.

Love you guys!

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aesterblaster · 11 months ago

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Sleepin Demons

How Blue Lock characters wake up from nightmares/How you can comfort them [Gender neutral reader]

Tropes: Reverse Comfort, Fluff/Angst, Established Relationship, and general warnings for some gore and mentions of flashbacks along with implied sexual harassment

Characters: Almost All Of Them Lol

Songs: Insecure - Bren Joy // Coffee for Dinner - Orion Sun // Broken Clocks - SZA

The Silent Type + Actual Memories

It's the same one again. He's right back where he started. Unloved, unknown, left out of everything. The pangs of hunger run through him like a freight train as he desperately runs from room to room in his childhood home...But there's no nourishment. Someone calls his name but all he feels is fear at being recognized, he cowers as a figure rounds the corner and says his name again. "You think you could get away from me? Huh?" It could be anyone, a parent, someone he used to owe money to, an old abusive coach, all he knows is what comes next is going to hurt. "Are you fucking crying? You're so pathetic, soon everyone else will see that just like I always have!" The floor begins to sag and give way, everything creases in on itself. His brain feels like it's going to explode.

When he wakes up- his brain still feels as if it's too big for his skull, pushing against the edges like it's trying to find its way out. But he doesn't groan in pain, and he doesn't move. You're next to him after all, breathing softly. The moonlight grounds him, your hand against his side grounds him, he is safe now. The best thing you can do is stay asleep. He isn't ready to talk and admit that he's weak (or even worse...the fact that it is okay to be weak sometimes), not yet. For now he just snuggles against you and quietly brushes away any residual tears, thanking everything he believes in that he's here with you now.

Kaiser, Hiori, Naruhaya, Noa, Lorenzo

The Silent Type + More Abstract Fears

Slow. Everything was moving so fucking slow around him. His body was falling apart. Every sinew, every cell, every fucking atom of his being was breaking down and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Was this what he was truly destined for, dust to dust? Strangely enough, it didn't hurt, everything was calm. He was dying, so what? Every star burns out. And then, as sharp as a clap of thunder, the pain arrived. In his heart, not his body. Images of friends, family, trophies, all the things he hadn't done yet and you surged through his head. No, he couldn't die, not yet! He gripped his arm, but it was already turning to dust. Irrelevant and forgotten.

He's almost surprised when he wakes up, remembers that that would be impossible. Wants to scoff at himself for being afraid of something that could never happen. But the truth is, he is going to die someday, no matter how big of a star he is. He watches you twitch in your sleep, obviously disturbed by how he jerked awake, and curls his arms around you. He presses his face to the top of your head and breathes you in, silently begging you to drift back into a deeper sleep. He just needs to savor every moment with you and stop worrying, he tells himself.

Snuffy, Nagi, Ego, Aryu, Reo, Kuon, Chris, Jin

Wakes Up Screaming + Needs Reassurance

Why was this happening? You were in his arms, covered in blood, he was covered in blood; It was everywhere. The cheering from the fans turned into screaming, that's when he should've stopped and had the damn sense to look around. Instead, he kept running and dribbling down the field, confused why nobody was stopping him. He didn't see you falling from the stands until you were right in front of him. Your arm twisted first, then your neck, the rest of you followed. Why was this happening? "No, no, no, no...(Y/N). Get help! What the fuck are you all standing around for?!" He took off his jersey and tried to stop the bleeding but it wasn't enough, you were already going cold. He was powerless.

"I said get help-!!" he roared. "Oh..oh fuck." He suddenly wasn't holding your limp body anymore, he was in his- your room. The smell of blood disappeared. He glanced over and made eye contact with you. "Are you okay? You're shaking like a leaf!" "No..can you, can you just come here?" He crushes you in a bear hug as soon as you do. Even when he lets up, he opts to hold your hand instead. He makes you tell him about your day, because he got in late when you were already asleep. He tells you how much he loves you and recounts the day you two met just to stop his heart from bursting. "S-sorry I woke you up, I just- I needed that."

Ness, Niko, Aoshi, Sendo, Gagumaru, Igaguri, Kurona

Wakes Up Screaming + Needs Some Space

The first thing he notices is that he can't breathe. The second thing he notices is that he is in a hospital. "No, I don't think he will ever be able to speak or move again." a voice he doesn't recognize claims. Someone is choking him and he can't stop them. It's himself, rabid, foaming at the mouth. The doppelganger realizes he's been caught and tightens his grip. "That's right, that's what you fucking get for ignoring yourself. You don't even fucking eat enough and you want to be a star, huh? You keep betraying yourself." His neck is lifted from the cold pillow. "And betraying yourself!" It's slammed back down. He wants to tell him to stop, to say anything, but he can't.

He wakes up like he's been jolted back to life by electricity, doesn't even realize he's screaming. "Baby, baby you're okay! It's okay." He feels your hands around him and feels ashamed instead of relieved. What the fuck was that?! "Just go back to sleep, I'll be back." You open your mouth to argue but he shakes his head. "Please." This is nothing you can help him with, he needs to take care of himself and he knows it. Can't keep relying on others to pull him out. He takes a cold shower and comes back to bed hours later, slipping next to you. "I'm sorry I scared you." is all he says as his hands glide over your back. It's best if you just accept his apology, you'll never fully understand the war he's having with himself.

Chigiri, Kenyu, Kunigami, Kira, Sae, Barou

You Wake Him Up + It's Not Okay

Of course he knows this is a fucking dream, how could it not be? The overwhelming lights, the strange woman putting her hands on his chest. He knows exactly what this is about too. The paparazzi have gotten way too comfortable following both you and him around, they keep asking invasive questions and posting up outside of your house. The lack of privacy should be illegal. "You're famous now, you should like this you ungrateful piece of shit." a voice hisses in his ear as another pair of hands massages his shoulders. He tenses and struggles, but more hands appear, grabbing at his clothes. They tear pieces away from him with no remorse and something deep inside of him wishes it could end- Scratch that, every part of him wishes this would end, the violation, the rumors, the-

"Hey! Are you alright? I think..I think that you were having a nightmare." He gasps, so the feeling of hands on his chest were yours. Everything that was tensed relaxes, it was just you. That doesn't stop all his feelings from welling up along with tears. "Can you not touch me right now?" God, he wishes you wouldn't look at him like that. "Are you crying?" "No." He slips out of bed and checks the curtains, he can't shake the feeling of foreign hands on every part of him, not just his chest. Disgust curls and uncurls in his stomach. Why couldn't he just fight back on his own in his own damn head? "There's no one out there-" "How do you know!? Huh?" he demands, a whole lot louder than he meant to. "Fuck wait..I'm sorry. This week has just been a lot." You two end up having a long and needed talk that night.

Lavinho, Reo, Oliver, Rin, Raichi, Tabito

You Wake Him Up + It's Okay

He has been walking in circles for hours. Each loop, though, something changes. At first it was funny, (someone's head would balloon to an impossible size or a sign would read a curse word instead of an actual street name, for example) but now he was just tired. He couldn't sit down though or this burning pain would shoot through him...Just like in the real world, if he ever stopped shining, if he ever stopped moving forward, he'd get this feeling like he wasn't doing enough. Even on vacations there would be a gnawing sense that he was running from his rightful title. All he needed was the spotlight, even if it took so much fucking effort to get there. Practicing the same kicks over and over again, walking in circles, looking for what would excite him next-

"Please stop kicking me..." you groan and he wakes up instantly. Honestly, he didn't realize how terrifying his dream was until he's lucid. "Was I kicking you? Sorry... I just had the weirdest dream, it was like I kept walking in circles and I couldn't stop." "Maybe that's your brain telling you to take a break and stop treating my shin like a soccer ball." You two continue to make light of it and the more he talks about it with you, the more relaxed he gets. He's going to be just fine, especially with you by his side. "Mnh, good night." you finally whisper, cuddling up against him and tangling your leg with his in a final attempt to prevent any future attacks. "Good night." He watches you fall asleep with love in his eyes and wonders how a job obsessed weirdo like him managed to land someone as perfect as you.

Bachira, Loki, Isagi, Shidou, Nanase, Otoya, Zantetsu,

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phinkslave · 2 months ago

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Study Session

ProHero!Bakugo x Reader x ProHero!Kirishima

No spoilers for the manga included. I haven’t read it at all.

Reader is in college, Bakugo and Kirishima are pro hero’s.

Warnings: Implied large age gap, NFSW, (dubcon?), dacryphilia, men being little perverts, overstimulation, praising and degrading. Let me know if I should’ve added anything!

There was no denying that there was tension between Bakugo, Y/n, and Kirishima. The two pro-hero best friends. Knowing they both want her, knowing that she wants them, they didn’t mind to share her between each other. Perhaps though if it were to be anyone other than Kirishima, Bakugo wouldn’t have allowed it. It’s no secret between the three love birds that they clearly all have feelings towards each other, though no one has made anything official. They’ve hung out before. Gone to the movies, the fair, even watched the U.A sports festival together. Though the two men didn’t dare to make a move. It’s not that they didn’t want to, they were just scared. Y/n was younger by a lot and not only did they not want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way, but they also didn’t want the public to start throwing rumors around. They didn’t want to bother her and her personal life. They knew they finally wanted to be more involved though. They were going to make it happen.

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You were studying for upcoming finals. Though you weren’t making much progress due to your thoughts being clouded with Bakugo and Kirishima. You haven’t seen them in a week, and haven’t even spoke to them. Normally they would text or call but you assume they’ve been busier than usual. Hero work is not easy after all. You craved them, how a flower craves water. You needed them and so you decided to do something about it.

You sent a text to your guys’ group chat. Bluntly only saying ‘I need help.’ You knew it was a little selfish but you could help it. Knowing that they’d probably be busy, so you had to grab their attention somehow, and what better way then to ask some heros that you need help.

Perfect timing to.

They received your text message just as they’ve been dismissed from patrol. In sync, they both opened up their phones to see your message, exchanged each other a stunned glance, then quickly scrambled to respond.

(From: Eiji)- Help? Are you alright?

Kirishima sends his message as Bakugo works on his own, his fingers flying across the screen.

(From: Bakugo)- How are you going to send a message asking for help less then two minutes ago, then not even respond? We are on our way asap. 🤦🏼

With their plans set, the men took a few seconds to collect themselves, adjusting their hero suits to be prepared for anything. Making their way towards your house, confusion and worry with each hasty step.

You were shocked to hear a banging on your door in the next 7 minutes. That was quick. When you took a few seconds to get to the door you heard a couple of louder bangs. That had to be Kats, you thought to yourself playfully rolling your eyes, opening the door.

“Hey guys!” You say cheerfully. Happy to see the two men. God you loved it when they were in their hero suits.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Kirishima said quickly. Worry evident in his tone. Bakugo instead, scanned your figure, letting out a big sigh after coming to the conclusion that everything was fine.

“Everything’s okay, why wouldn’t it be? I just needed some help with studying.”

“I need help,” Bakugo mocked, “why’d you make it sound like you were being robbed ‘er something y/n.” Bakugo said with an annoyed tone.

“uhhh….Sorry, I guess I see how bad my text sounded,” as if this wasn’t my plan from the beginning. “I do need help though, I need help studying for these finals I have next tomorrow,” you said the last part quietly and embarrassed, looking away from their gazes. Waving your hands frantically, “i’m failing english and math, just needed some extra help! And i’m home alone sooooo it’s not like I could ask my mom or something.”

Kirishima and Bakugo share an unreadable expression before krishima lets out a loud laugh, their faces reddening as soon as you said you’re home alone. Bakugo looked away from you, “idiot, you had us worried.” He mumbled.

“Oh c’mon man, just a lil accident. Just be happy nothing was wrong,” he elbowed Bakugos side playfully, “so, home alone huh? Are ya’ gonna let us in sweets?” Kirishima said smiling at you. You couldn’t help but blush at the commonly used nickname he gave you. Moving out the way for them to enter. They’ve never actually been inside your home. Always parked down the street for when you guys would hang out. Even though you guys haven’t been official, you’re not really sure if your family would accept you going out with an older man, two of them at that.

“Before we go to my room, do you guys want anything? Like water or something? I know you guys must be tired.” You turn towards them as Bakugo begins to take off his large gloves, Kirishima taking off his face piece, both of them leaving their items on the floor next to the door and moving further inside.

“No. I think we’re fine,” he looked at kirishima to confirm. “Let’s get started yeah? Use your time wisely, you barely have two days.” On the surface he seemed to have just cared about your low grades, but in all honesty, he just wanted to rush into your room. The thought of just entering your room, your own little private space. It made excitement surge through his entire body. He was positive kirishima felt the same.

“Yeah, i’m good to, thanks though,” Kirishima said with a closed eye smile. “well, in that case I'd be happy to help you catch up on your english. Bakugo can take the math…I never was good at it.” He shyly said, rubbing his neck.

Bakugo snorts, rolling his eyes. He leans back on the back of your living room couch, arms crossed over his chest, “Math huh….alright, but don't expect me to go easy on you. I want you passing that test since ya’ got me helping ya out.” He said sternly. His tone of voice making your heart to flutter.

“I’ll try my best,” geez now it’s even more embarrassing if you fail, “Okay then follow me~” you led them towards the stairs, up to your bedroom.

Kirishima and Bakugo following behind. Sharing a red faced glance to each other, silently communicating to fight the urge to stare at your ass moving directly infront of them. Your pajama shorts riding up with every step you take, and your short shirt did nothing to help you cover up. You’d have to have worn that on purpose. They’d be lying if they said they didn’t feel like such perverts.

You push open the door to your bedroom, walking in with them following close behind. You head over to your desk to open up your books and notes. Giving them some time to take your room in. White curtains, a pink bedsheet, the ridiculous amount of stuffed animals on your bed. They found it absolutely adorable, oh how badly they wanted to fuck you dumb.

Sitting at your desk, “Can we start with my math? I just really hate it and wanna get it out the way as soon as possible.” Spinning my chair around to hand the paper to Bakugo.

Taking the paper from y/n, his gaze flicking briefly to her flushed cheeks before focusing intently on the math problems. “This is studying? Your not just using us to get your homework done for ya are you?” He gives a small laugh, teasing you. Sitting down on the edge of your bed closest to your desk. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he begins to examine the paper. “Alright, first off, you need to recognize the type of equation this is.” Bakugo said briefly, before stopping to look up at you. Your face was plastered with confusion. Your little eyebrow crease causing his cock to harden. He doesn’t know if he could help you himself being this distracted.

“Okay, got it.” You pretended to understand, but you’re sure the blonde haired man saw right past your words.

He sighs loudly, causing you to feel embarrassed at your own density, “How about this, you tell me everything y’know and I can add on?”

And with that, it started off well. Kirishima also listening attentively, occasionally interjecting with a helpful comment or clarification to help you out even more. Though after a few problems, it kept getting more tough and complicated.

“Ugh! I’m never gonna fucking get this.” Slamming your pencil down on the desk.

“Language.” Kirishima said. Feeling for your frustration. He stood up from his spot next to Bakugo, moving to stand behind your chair, gently placing his hands on your shoulder, giving them a squeeze, reassuring you, “No giving up alright? We're here to help you. Even if we have to break it down step by step until it clicks.”

Meanwhile, Bakugo was quietly observing your body language. Noticing the way your breath hitched slightly everytime Kirishima squeezed his hands. That’s it. He absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. His erection straining against his pants at this point. He clears his throat, drawing the attention towards him. “Why don’t we continue with more of a hands-on style?” His words tinged with a hint of suggestive innuendo, his eyes locked onto Kirishimas. Hoping his friend understood what he was trying to say. “Maybe you just need some motivation, here.” He stood up from the couch and stood behind you from your desk chair where you sat. Kirishima moving to the side to give him space. He pulled your chair out and made you stand up. Next thing you know, kirishima is sitting in the chair. And you get pushed over to sit onto his lap.

Shocked at the sudden change, “what’s… going on…?“

“Kiri is gonna make you feel good. If you wanna cum, you’re gonna answer questions 7-10 all by yourself.” Giving you a harsh kiss on your cheek. That wasn’t new, they would always kiss your face. Until now they have never done anything but that.

“I can’t alo-“, words being cut off as you feel Kirishimas hands enter the waistband of your little shorts, pushing past your panties and rubbing tiny circles on your clit. “Eiji…” You immediately grab onto his arm, letting out a shaky breath.

Kirishima had one hand inside your clothes and the other held a firm grip on your hips. A low groan escaping him as he heard her moan out the little nickname she has for him. She felt so warm. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the vulnerable column of her neck to some hard kisses. “Focus, y/n. Answer the questions correctly, and we'll reward you for your hard work.”

Bakugo loomed over them, his cock leaking precum into his boxers. Watching y/n struggle to concentrate on the math problems. He steps closer to her, his hot breath fanning over her ear. “I better see you use everything i’ve taught you in the last 30 minutes. Get these correct.”

“I don’t know how to do it!” I whined frustrated. Not being able to focus properly while being pleasured.

Kirishima's grip on y/ns hips tightened, his breathing growing ragged as he fights to just bend her over her desk and fuck her raw. He leans forward, “You’re a smart girl. Isn’t she Kats? You’ll be able to do it. Isn’t that right baby? Show him your more than just a little pretty face.” Moving his fingers now down to slide one into your hole. Causing you to almost melt into his arms. He reaches the hand of his that was on your hip, up to cup y/ns breast. Kneading the soft flesh roughly as his thumb circles her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Okay! Stop so I can focus.” You huffed, pouting. Swatting his hands away from your chest. Causing them to both chuckle. Withdrawing his hands, keeping his now multiple fingers inside of you.

“Alright, alright. Take your time.” Bakugo smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you intently. Gaze dropping down to where your body was to meet Kirishima's fingers, the sight covered up by your shorts. Wishing they would’ve undressed you first, Waning to see your hole suck in his thick fingers.

With renewed determination, you tackle the math problems, silently grateful for Kirishima. He was moving his fingers at a non-distracting pace which was helpful. Though that didn’t keep you from letting out moans and mewls every now and then. Your mind racing to keep up with the equations as you try to ignore the delicious friction building painfully slow between your thighs. You’re finally on question 10, it’s maybe been 17 minutes since you’ve been sitting on kirishimas fingers. Both of your bodies desperate. You can feel him slowly rocking his hips against your ass. Dry humping. His fingers paced cruelly slow, and no matter how much you try to get some tiny relief, rolling your hips a bit, his firm hands at your hips don’t allow you any movement. Finally done, you hand the paper over to Bakugo so he can check it. Resting your head on your desk after he took the paper.

Bakugo takes the paper from y/n, his eyes scanning the answers quickly. Two out of three right. Not that bad, but he wasn’t going to let your mistake ruin the moment. He finished scanning your paper, letting out a low whistle. Acting impressed by your answers. He didn’t expect you to get every single one done. “Not bad, y/n. You actually managed to get them all right.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting your head off your desk, ignoring your little cry of pain. “You gonna ask nicely right? Ask us to let you cum.” Kirishimas fingers full on thrusting in and out of you at this point.

“Don’t we deserve a little please sweetheart? After all the help we’ve given you?” Kirishima added on, his own patience wearing thin. The ache in his groin has reached a nearly unbearable level, the dry humping doing nothing but edging him towards his own release.

“Please,” tears forming in your eyes, the harsh grip on your hair causing some pain to shoot through your scalp, “let me cum.”

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He mockingly cooed at you, enjoying the face you had on. The hand gripping your hair finally letting go, and with a swift motion, Kirishima was lifting you off his lap, setting you down on shaky legs for a split second, and before you could find your balance, he had already pulled down your shorts and underwear in one tug. You actually think you heard the fabric rip a little. Spinning you around, laying you down onto your back on the desk. Hastily shoving your shirt off to reveal your tits. “No bra, you fucking wanted this from the beginning hah?” Leaning down to such on your chest.

“You’re making it look like she’s your reward kiri.” Bakugo said with a laugh.

It was then when you’d turn your head to look at the other man. When did he take his shirt off? God the sight of both of them shirtless, Kirishimas costume doesn’t even have a shirt. Their hard muscles, turning you on more. They were so fine.

“Fuck yeah I am, dunno why you made her answer the long ass questions”, he said went a low moan as he wasted no time taking his cock out, stroking it a few times before rubbing it against your wet entrance. “Don’t worry kats, you’ll get your turn for when she has to do her english.” He winked at the other man. As he just watched the scene unfold. Palming himself through his pants.

“No more teasing…” You say as you arch your back, reaching out to attempt to pull him closer.

“We need condoms, you have any or….?”

“I’m on the pill.”

With a smirk, he gripped your hips tightly, slowly entering your body. Both of your moans being the most erotic thing Bakugo has ever heard. He slowly picked up his pace after letting you adjust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, punctuated by your wanton moans and gasps. You being wet enough from all the fingering for him to feel all your slick.

“Fuck-, you feel so fucking tight sweets. All for us huh? You want us to make you feel good? Wanna cum on our cocks?” Leaning down to give your cheeks soft pecks, tiny kisses that did not match the intensity of his thrusting. You wrapped your arms around him, shoving your face into his neck. He dragged one of his hands down to rub on your clit harshly. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna let me show my beautiful girl a good time yeah? Doing so fucking good.” Your moans music to his ears. Your cries grow louder, body trembling on the brink of climax.

“I wanna cum, please..” My words barely intelligible, to blissed out.

“Cum for me. Go ahead. Make yourself feel good on my cock baby.” His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his release. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside you one final time, orgasm triggering hers. “Fuck…” He let out a low groan. Your entire body seizes up, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your walls clench around Kirishima's pulsing cock. Not yet pulling out, his now soft cock resting inside of you. He leaned down giving your face a few more pecks, whispering how good you were for him and how you took him so well like he knew you could. When he finally pulled out, the noise was so lewd. Almost as much as the scene, his cum immediately leaking out of you. Dripping down your inner thighs.

Leaving you collapsed across the desk in a heap of satisfaction and exhaustion. Kirishima moved out the way for Bakugo. Tucking himself back into his pants. He laid down lazily on your bed. Eyes shut and chest heaving.

Bakugo approaches, a sly smile playing on his lips. “So...” Your still breathing heavy. Your exhausted. He leans down to your ear as youre still laid out on the desk. “How long does it take for you to go round two?” he whispered huskily.

Bakugos warm breath sends a shiver down your spine, his words igniting a spark of desire despite your post-orgasmic haze. Looking up at him with hooded eyes. “M’not s-sure. but ‘m so sensitive kats~” I pant.

“You can take it can’t you? Hm?” Leaving down to give your collar bone a small bite.

You winced a bit, “I….give me like 5 minutes to collect myself?”

All he does is just shrug. Proceeding to sit down in your chair, pulling your body off the desk and down on his cock, making you gasp and shudder. “F-fuck s’to much! s’to much!” You try to push off his shoulders to get off his hard cock, but he holds on tight by the hips.

“Nuh uh baby,” he groans at your shaking, “ya know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you. I can’t hold back anymore. Just stay still and relax.” moaning at your fluttering hole, still clearly sensitive. You were involuntarily squeezing him so hard, you couldn’t help it. “You can have your break while letting kiri teach you your english.”

That was Kirishimas cue to finally get up and to head back over to the spot on your bed closest to your desk. He reaches for the English textbook, flipping it open.

You spoke up, tears dropping down your face, “s’to much,” you mewled. “I can’t do this-..I can’t-“

“Shhh,” Bakugo tried to soothe you, rubbing soft circles on your hips, “I’m not even moving right now babe.” He gave your shoulder a soft kiss.

Kirishima leaned forward to wipe a few of your tears, this is how it always was. Bakugo and Kirishima have fucked plenty of girls together before. Kirishima breaking them down, for bakugo to fuck them broken.“You can take it. Oh this chapter looks easy, you’re not going dumb on us now are you?”

Bakugo wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close as he began to rock his hips subtly. Maintaining a gentle friction that kept your senses heightened without pushing you to far just yet. God he was so close already. Your tears and tiny protests pushing his arousal even further. He knew it was sick but the sight of Kirishima belittling you made his cock pulse.

“You said you wouldn’t move!” Ignoring Kirishima words and gripping onto Bakugos arm around your waist, nails digging into the skin.

“Just relax and focus on the lesson,” he spoke up to say after he heard you give another few protests. Giving your nipples a harsh squeeze to shut you up.

As Kirishima began to explain the material, y/n found it impossible to concentrate. “I-I think I remember most of this already though...” mumbling quietly. Feeling Kiris cum still dripping out, even more slowly now since Bakugos cock was keeping it plugged in.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice as he addresses your comment. “Is that so? Thought you were having trouble.”

“I remember it now…” I breathlessly say.

Bakugo chuckles, he starts to move his hips more purposefully, picking up speed and depth as he fucks you in slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust giving her a fresh new wave of pleasure. “I don’t appreciate you lying to us just to get what you want. Thought you were a good girl.” He said with a feigned pout. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone bad? Only little brats lie y’know that?”

“Not a brat!” You said, arching your back into his body. The immediate switch from slow to fast flustering you.

Kirishima stepped into the bickering, “Prove it and correct this question.” Giving you the paper.

“i-i think…so….basically—“ pant “when is bakugo going to make me cum.” I whine.

“Focus on the question he gave you stupid,” One of his hands coming up to wrap around your throat. “It’s just one fucking question. Don’t be a cock whore now.”

And with that, you answered.

Kirishima grinned triumphantly as you managed to provide a correct answer, sending Bakugo a signal when he threw him a nod.

“That's it.” Bakugo picked you up, laying you down chest first against your desk. He sped up his pace, balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust. Causing you to let out noises you didn’t know you could make. “Earned your reward,” he roughly said, leaning down, kissing your back. Groaning as his control was slipping. Your desperate pleas for him not to stop reaching a fever pitch. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you and holding still, cock throbbing as he finished. The sensation of Bakugo's his cum flooding your insides pushed you over the edge. Body convulsing in ecstasy, a noise tearing from your throat as you cum hard.

You let out a strangled sob as you felt Bakugo still thrusting slowly. Causing an uncomfortable pressure of overstimulation. Bakugo with a furrowed brow just smirked. Giving 5 more hard thrusts before pulling out. His cum flooding out kirishimas. Looking down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches you struggle to catch your breath, bended over your desk. Tucking himself back into his pants, zipping up casually.

Kirishima shakes his head, chuckling softly as he grabbed some tissues from your dresser top, wiping you down and helping you sit up. “You just haddd to overdo it.” He said after helping you back into your bottoms. Then standing back up and giving your forehead a kiss, shoving you into his chest. Holding your trembling body into a hug.

Bakugo rolls his eyes, this time it was he who was laying on your bed, chest heaving, face flushed. “Yeah yeah, she did ask for it.”

You look at them both with spent eyes. “So tired. Also thank you guys for the help...” Words a little muffled from kirishimas chest.

Bakugo nodded in acknowledgment to your thanks. “When’re your parents coming back?”

“They’re out of town. I think in three days?”

You said, almost dozing off in a state of sleep.

The two men smirked at each other before Kirishima spoke up. “Whadya say we sleepover huh sweets?”

“Get some sleep. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.”

“pick up tomorrow? Are you trying to kill me?”

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