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hoejosatoru · 1 month ago

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Roster Hopper - Blue Lock edition

Characters: fem!reader x isagi, chigiri, bachira, barou, rin, otoya, karasu, yukimiya, nagi, reo (all separate beside nagi and reo) characters are 21+, reader's hair color/texture and skin color not specified

Summary: College team AU, where y/n is a manager of the team and bets her friend she can hook up with all the members of the team - without them finding out. This can be read as one entire fic or if you want to jump around I have the name of each character bolded for their part.

Word count: 11.3k help this took forever

a/n: this is the blue lock version of the fic concept I've done with Haikyu teams. I prefer to write characters older but college au makes this easier to so just imagine whatever age you want. Also y/f/n= your friend's name bc I couldn't think of one

Warnings: semi public sex, car sex, fingering, dirty talk, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, threesome, face sitting, squirting, toy use, finger in ass, chigiri is a sub/calling him good boy, virginity loss for rin, girl there’s a lot we got 10 men to get through so buckle up, also not proof read sorry

"Ugh, I am not going to miss August practices," your friend groaned, fanning herself with a clipboard.

"Seriously," you sigh. Usually you loved being the manager of your college's soccer team. It was a fun position and an easy way to get involved with a sport you enjoyed. Not to mention, your best friend was your co-manager, which meant you always had someone to chat with during practices.

The only time being the manager sucked where days like this, when you had to stand out in the blazing sun. Ego, the coach, made the team come in a week before the semester starts to begin training, which meant long days in the heat.

"Well, it's not all bad," your friend smirked, gesturing to the scene ahead of you. All of the players were currently running around shirtless, sweat dripping down their toned, sun-tanned bodies. The position certainly came with perks.

"Not a bad view, eh?" you replied.

"Ego's really cruel with his no hook up rule," your friend grumbled. You laughed, remembering how awkward the first team meeting you intended when Ego lectured everyone about not having sex with each other because it was a distraction. The players being off the table was definitely a downside of the position.

"I know," you sighed, "How am I supposed to graduate without knowing who's good in bed?"

"Right, like Rin is good on the field, but do you think his skills transfer?" your friend mused.

"Maybe Chigiri likes getting his hair pulled?"

"Do you think Barou makes girls call him the king while fucking?" You both snickered, drawing the attention of Isagi.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing!" you both responded in unison. You both turned away, trying to stifle laughter. As you regained your compsure, a thought popped into your head. You'd gone the past 3 year without breaking Ego's rule, but headed into your final year, you were feeling more daring...

"I have an idea."

"Which is?" your friend asked.

"What if I hooked up with all of them so we could get answers to our question?"

Your friend stared at you, incredulous. "You can't be serious."

"I fear I am," you replied. "Breaking the rules is fun every now and again."

"You'd have to break the rules like 10 times," she countered.

You shrugged. "I've behaved the last few years, I think I'm owed it. Besides, Ego will never find out because I'll make sure they'll keep their mouths shut. They can't know I'm hooking up with the other guys on the team, it would mess with the data."

Your friend rolled her eyes. "I didn't know this was so scientific. I bet it isn't even possible."

"Wanna put some money on that bet?"

"You're on."

You two spend the rest of practice hashing out the details of the bet. You had to sleep with the top ten players on the team, so could figure out who was the best. You couldn't tell them about the bet, nor could you let any of them find out, as it might mess with how good their performance is. You wanted to see how good they are when they didn't know it was a test. But if the team finds out, game over. And if Ego find out... well that was an awkward conversation you were keen on avoiding. You both agreed you had until the end of the school year and winner owed the other $300.

Karasu gave you your first opening. He was trying to convince the guys to go to a frat party with him, but after a week of tough practices no one was interested.

"I'll come with you, Karasu," you said with an innocent smile. "I think some of my roommates wanna go too, we can all go together." You added for the players who may be in earshot. Going alone might raise some suspicions. Karasu jumped at your offer and said he could pick you guys up at 8. Little did he know...

"Sorry Karasu, all my friends bailed," you lied, feigning disappointment. "Hope you don't mind if it's just me." Karasu's eyes raked over your body as you climbed into his car. You wore a mini skirt and a little top, which the glint in Karasu's eyes told you he enjoyed.

Just because Ego had a no hook up rule, it didn't mean the guys didn't look - or flirt - from time to time. Karasu was definitely one of the players that liked to push that boundary.

"Fine by me," he grinned. "We'll still have a good time."

The party, unfortunately, left much to be desired. It was the first big frat party of the year and it was beyond packed. The one drink you had was warm and crappy. Not to mention the music they had blasting sucked. You were barely there an hour when Karasu motioned for the exit.

"I'm sorry I dragged you out for such a shitty party," he sighed when you returned to the car.

"S'okay," you shrugged. "Hey it's still early, why don't we drive around and find a spot to chill for a bit?"

Karasu nodded, his hand on the back of your seat as he threw the car in reverse. "I think I know a spot."

It was only a few minute drive until you pulled up to a private little park, far from the main road. You couldn't believe your luck. You and Karasu slipped into easy conversation for a bit. The longer you spoke with him, the more you realized just how cute he was. You sorta went immune to the team's good looks since you've been around them for so long, but staring only at Karasu for so long reminded you that he was fine.

"What're you thinking about?" you asked him when he went quiet, giving you a particular look that made your stomach flip.

"I'm thinking," he replied, licking his lips, "That you look really good and that I really hate Ego's stupid rules."

"I can keep a secret if you can," you replied, leaning into him.

He held up his pinkie. "I won't tell a soul." You wrapped our pinkie around his with a triumphant grin. "Back seat has more space."

You crawled over the center console, followed closely by Karasu. He could see up your skirt, your ass barely covered by a little lace panty. He could feel himself growing hard as he tried to commit the image to memory.

You let out a little yelp as he playfully smacked your ass. "Sorry, couldn't help it."

You maneuvered to be straddling Karasu's lap. His hands tangled in your hair as he pulled you into a deep kiss. He was shy at all, kissing you with a hunger. You let out a pleasant hum as he nipped at your lower lip.

Your hips stirred over his lap as you felt him growing hard beneath you. Your skirt had completely hiked up around you waist, leaving you covered only in lace. Karasu let a groan as looked down at your clothed cunt pressed against his hard on through his jeans.

"Like what you see?" you teased rolling you hips. The friction against your aching cunt was delicious.

"You're so sexy," he mused, bringing his hands down to squeeze your tits through your top. You mewled, nestling your cunt against his thigh to grind down harder on him. You returned to kissing him as you rocked your hips, the rush of doing something you knew you shouldn't heightened pleasure building.

Your breaths were shortening the more you rolled your hips. You had to break the kiss as you desperately tried to chase your high. "Fuck, you think you could cum just like this?" Karasu asked, an excited edge in his voice.

You bit your lip and nodded, unable to find your voice. Karasu pulled your top down, exposing your boobs. He was greedy, sucking at your nipple and squeezing the other to help you along.

Your head collapsed on his shoulder as your body tensed and relaxed deeply into your orgasm. The breathy moans in Karasu's ear nearly made him come his pants.

"Fuck that was hot," he grinned. "Can I fuck you?" He was already slipping himself out of his pants. His tip was flushed and leaking, looking as needy as he sounded.

"Please." You were just as eager for more, positioning yourself over him. You let out a content sigh as you sunk down on to him.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, "All that for me?" He let you roll your hips, adjusting to him, but he couldn't hold himself back for long. He placed his hands on the seat, giving him leverage to fuck up into you.

"Karasu!" you cried. The air was thick, windows fogged from your panting breaths. Your hand streaked across the condensation as you tried to stabilized yourself.

It wasn't long before another wave of pleasure surged through your body, squeezing Karasu tightly. He let out a delicious groan as his hips stuttered and released into you. You collapsed onto of him, both of you panting.

"So worth breaking the rules," Karasu grinned. You smiled back, though for more reasons that Karasu realized. 1 down.

****

It had been a couple of weeks since your tryst with Karasu and you'd been holding your breath for Ego to call you into your office, or another player to make some suggestive comment. But there was no indication Karasu let anything slip. Your success emboldened you to set your sights on the next man

Barou always used the team gym later at night, after the rest of team had filtered out. He hated working out with them, complaining that they were loud and obnoxious. You, however, he didn't mind.

You were intimidating by Barou when you first met him, but quickly learned he was all bark and no bite. Well, with women that is. Though he had that tough exterior and an imposing size, he was always respectful towards you.

Truthfully, it was Rin you were most nervous to tackle in this challenge. Though physically less intimidating, he was certainly colder. Though Barou was smart, you had a feeling he would fall into the same pit fall most men do: thinking with the wrong head, so to speak. Rin, however, was more calculated, more observant. You feared he see through your charade. But that was a problem for future you.

You were grateful that Barou let you use the team gym in evenings with him, as you could avoid the crowded campus gym and men that ogled at every woman that walked in. For the most part, you and Barou did your own thing. Sometimes you would spot each other, but really you were just sharing the space with minimal interactions. You knew. Barou liked to do his own thing while working out and didn't wanna push it. Tonight, though, you had other plans.

You donned your cutest workout gear: tiny bike shorts and sports bra in your favorite color. You went about your normal workout, though not going as hard as you normally did so you could keep an eye on Barou. He looked as he normally did during a gym session, shirt off, hair down, wearing only small athletic shorts. He was certainly not making it hard to want him.

Barou was currently at the bench trying to beat his personal record of an incline press. He always had an impressive amount of weight loaded on his bar, but today it looked impossibly heavy. Grunts of frustration echoed in the empty gym as he couldn't quite lift the weight high enough to count as a rep. He set the bar down on the rack with a metallic clang and huff of frustraion. Now was your time.

"You know," you wandered over casually, "I heard that more testosterone can help men lift more.

Barou's brow furrowed. "Does it look like I'm low on testosterone to you?"

You appraised his broad form, thick with muscles, veins snaking down the length of his arms from the pump of his work out. A light layer of sweat made his body sheen. "Certainly not." You shrugged, not letting your true interest show. "Just thought it was an interesting theory. Probably bull shit."

Barou's eyes flickered between you and weight rack You could see the gears turning, the desire to conquer the a weight that would put him far above his teammates. "You'd be willing to try?"

"Sure, why not," you replied. "Could be a cool experiment."

"Alright, c'mere." You did as you were bid, your heart fluttering in your chest beneath his gaze. You slid on to him as casually as you could, your legs straddling his.

Barou was obviously bigger than Karasu, but you could feel the difference even just by being on his lap. His body was thick, forcing your legs open wider to accommodate his width. His muscles flexed beneath you as he shift on the bench to prepare for this lift. You bit down on your lip, hoping he wouldn't notice your blush.

Barou wrapped his hands around the bar, focus etched on his face as he lifted it off the rack. You weren't sure if you were surprised or not that it actually worked. It took some exertion on his end, muscles bulging, skin flushed, grunts that would sound very... suggestive out of context. But he was able to bench the weight for 3 reps, when he wasn't able to get a single one prior.

"Fuck, I can't believe that worked," he panted, setting the weight back down on the rack. When he sat up you were just inches apart.

"Knew you could do it," you said, innocently rolling your hips forward. "You're the strongest guy on the team by far." A little ego stroking never hurt.

"That why you were so eager to sit in my lap?" Barou replied shifting beneath you. You could swear you could feel his cock hardening beneath you. "Could feel you watching me all night." His eyes flickered down your body, taking in your barely covered body. "In this little outfit. Did you put this on for me?"

You batted your eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Barou tsked. "If you asked for what you want, you might get it y/n." His hands, rough and warm, were resting on your outer thighs, leaving no question of what he was suggesting.

"And if I want you?"

His fingers dug into you. "Be careful what you wish for." He pulled you into him, you chest flush against his. His kiss was possessive, dominating. He kneaded your ass as your tongues slid over each other. His skin was hot against yours with only the thinnest layers of material between your aching cunt and his growingly hard cock.

You went to reach between the two of you, to squeeze his length, but Barou gripped your wrist. "I'm in charge here."

"Oh yeah?" you challenged.

In a flash Barou had man handled you into being bent over the bend. "Yeah." He ground his cock against your ass. "That what you want?" You mewled but that wasn't good enough for Barou. He brought his hand against your ass with a sharp slap, making you gasp. "Answer me when I ask you something."

"Yes Barou I want it! Please-" your voice broke off as he pressed his thumb against your clit.

"Good girl." You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Gonna give you what you want." He pulled down your shorts, running his fingers through your wetness. "Soaked like a slut for me, huh?" He slid in two thick fingers inside you. "Gotta prep you for me."

Barou thrust his fingers hard and fast, but not unpleasantly. The pads of his fingers brushed against your gspot, making your cunt throb and spasm. Your ass wiggled back against him, wanting more, to feel him deeper. You were on precipice of an orgasm when Barou yanked his hand away.

You let out whine. "If you're gonna cum it's gonna be around my cock." You peaked back as you heard him shedding his shorts. His cock huge - long and thick, veins running up the sides. Your cunt throbbed with anticipation.

"Fuck." You couldn't contain yourself as his fat tip pressed into you. It ached, but in a sinfully pleasant way. Barou ran his hand down your spine, arching you for him while he gave a few shallow thrusts to adjust.

He quickly picked up his pace, the weight of him behind every thrust. It stole your breath, your cunt drooling.

"Making a fucking mess on me," Barou growled, watching the way you coating his length, dripping down on the bench. "Dirty girl." He gripped your hips, holding you just how he wanted. Your fingers dug into the bench, holding on for dear life as he fucked up.

"Barou I-" You choked out. You couldn't form a sentence with the way he took you.

"Go on and cum, y/n," Barou instructed. "Wanna feel you squeezing me." You wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer anyway at this pace. Pleasure exploded through your body, hot and heavy. Barou growled at your cunt throbbing around him. He fucked you through your orgasm, releasing only at the tail end of your high. The feeling of his hot cum shooting ropes into you prolonging you pleasure.

Barou slipped out of you with a grunt. "We need to clean up." Though he was amused by the mixture of yours releases coating his cock and spilled on the bench, his drive to clean was kicking in. He picked up the towel he brought with him while work out, gently wiping between your legs. It was oddly tender compared to his prior actions.

"Hey Barou, would you mind if we didn't tell anyone about this?" you asked. "I don't want to get in trouble with Ego. Plus, I can only imagine what the other guys would say."

Barou could feel a headache coming just by thinking of what stupid shit his teammates he would say. "I'm not telling them shit."

That was a good enough promise for you. 2 down.

****

The first few games of the season went well. Everyone was happy with the team's winning streak. Well, everyone but Isagi. He has yet to score a goal, which was bugging him incessantly.

"You just need to relax man," Bachira, who scored in today's game, told him. "You stress too much. It messes with your game." You eavesdropped on their conversation, pretending to take account of equipment as they packed their bags to head out.

"That's easy for you to say when you've already scored twice this season," Isagi grumbled.

"Just play better," Nagi yawned, not even bothering to look back at Isagi's disgruntled face.

"Or get laid, that ought to calm you down!" Reo snickered, jogging to catch up with Nagi. Not a bad idea Reo...

"Gee, thanks," Isagi snapped.

"Hey Isagi! Ego wants to talk to you," you called to him.

Isagi sighed. "I'll catch up with you later Bachira." He trudged over to you, looking defeated. "Am I about to get yelled at?"

"Well, I sorta lied." Isagi's brow quirked. "Ego didn't want to talk to you, I did."

"Oh? What's up?"

"Bachira's right," you replied, "I know I'm not a soccer expert, but I've learned a lot from watching. I can tell your game is off from the stress. You're playing stiff."

Isagi sighed. "I know, but the problem is I don't know how to not be. Everyone's scored this season except me. I don't wanna fall behind."

"Maybe Reo was right," you suggested.

Isagi let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure he is. But I don't exactly have any women who are willing to hook up for the sake of my game."

"I would, you know, for the sake of your game," you replied.

Isagi looked shocked. "Are you serious? But Ego's rules."

You shrugged. "He'd never find out, it's not like he’d be there during it." Isagi shuttered at the thought. "Look, as a friend and manager who wants to see the team do well, I'm offering to help. If we don't tell anybody else there's no way we'd get in trouble."

You could see the gears turning in Isagi's head. Best case scenario, he was thinking, he has sex with the hot manager and goes on a scoring streak. Worst case scenario, his play doesn't get any better, but he at least got to fuck the hot manager. He liked those odds.

"Okay, sure. If you really don't mind."

It was just too easy.

You agreed to meet at your place, as your roommate was spending the night at her boyfriend's. Isagi looked anxious as you led him to your room.

"This is supposed to be helping to relax," you commented with an amused smile. You laid on your bed, propped up on your elbows. Isagi eyed you hungrily, but his body was still tense.

"I'm still half expecting Ego to pop out and lecture me," Isagi replied.

You chuckled. "Gonna spend the whole night thinking about Ego or are you gonna come over here and let me take care of you?"

The latter sounded much more appealing, obviously so Isagi crawled on top of you on the bed. "If you change you min-"

"Shh," you pressed your finger to his lips. "Don't stress, just kiss me." You curled your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him into you. His kiss was tentative at first, but quickly melted into comfortable rhythm.

Isagi palmed your tits, lightly grinding against you. He was hard already, making you smirk. You slid down between your bodies, squeezing him through his sweats. He gasped into the kiss.

"So sensitive,"you noted. "It's been a minute, huh?

"Too long," Isagi replied, pulling his shirt off. You followed suit, stripping yourself from the waist up. He eyed you hungrily, body already relaxing at the sight of you.

"Let's not keep you waiting any longer, yeah?" You hooked your finger into his sweats, tugging them down. His size was average, but he was flushed a pretty shade of pink. He teased your entrance with his tip, nudging at your clit. You let out a pleasant hum.

Isagi pressed in sigh you with a satisfied size. "God, you feel good." His head fell back as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. He felt like he had to warm up, afraid he would bust too soon after going so long without.

Eventually he picked up his pace. He cupped the back of one of your knees, pressing it up to your chest. The angle pressed him deeper inside you, hitting a spot that made you breathless. "Mmm, so good Isagi."

He cock twitched at his name on your tongue. It spurred him on, snapping his hips faster. The base of him brushed against your clit, building your pleasure with each thrust. You wrapped your arms around his muscular back, letting your nails rake down his skin. The sensation sent Isagi over the edge.

He let out a low curse as his hips stuttered and he spilled inside you. The sensation of warmth filling you, along with the throb of his cock set you over the edge. You sighed contently into his neck as he slowly rode out your highs.

"Thanks for that," Isagi said later as you both redressed.

"You can thank me once you start playing better," you teased.

Low and behold, Isagi scored twice the very next game. He shot a lopsided grin as the team celebrated the win, though no one knew how you were the key to the success. Another one crossed off the list.

****

A few weeks later, your next opportunity arose. The team was lamenting about upcoming midterms, which they have to pass in order to be eligible play on the team.

"I'm screwed for my economics test," Bachira groaned at the end of practice.

"Don't ask me for help, dude. I gotta focus on my stats test or I'm screwed," Karasu replied, leaving Bachira to groan in the grass.

"Are you taking economics with professor Johnson?" you asked.

Bachira perked up. "Yes, he's the worst."

You nodded sympathetically. "For real, I struggled in his class last semester. I could help you, if you want. I still have some old notes."

"Seriously? That would be awesome," Bachira replied.

You met up the following evening at the library. You found a quiet spot deep into the stacks so you and Bachira could focus. He was not kidding when he said he was bad, but slowly you got him up to speed.

You weren't sure if you were reading into things because you had an ulterior motive, but you swore you felt tension. Perhaps it was the setting, the way you had to lean into to each other and speak in hushed voices. Your thighs brushed each others, fingertips brushing the other's hands as you pointed out facts on the page. The scent of him filling your nose, fresh and a little sweet.

"y/n," Bachira said softly, amusement clear in his voice. "You're staring."

You blushed, but used the moment to your advantage. "You're a little distracting."

"Oh yeah?" His hand brushed against your leg. "What should we do about that?"

You leaned in closer, allowing him to brush higher up your thigh. "You wanna take a little break, Bachira?" Your voice was a sweet hum in his ear.

"Was just thinking I need to thank you for the help," Bachira replied. He ghosted over your center, cat-like eyes flicking to yours for any signs of discomfort. When you should none, he applied a little pressure. "I've got some ideas, but might be better somewhere more... private."

"I like the sound of that," you murmured, already feeling yourself growing slick. "But we have to be careful, if someone sees we could get in trouble with Ego."

"Well, Isagi's visting his family tonight, so I have the place to myself," Bachira replied, lazily rubbing light circles over you. "As you for everyone else, it's late now and I doubt we'll see the guys on campus. Plus, I can keep a secret."

You smiled wickedly. "Let's do it."

You both scrambled to pack up your books. You weaved through the stacks, occupied by only a few devout studiers. It was later than you thought, night fully set in. You were grateful for the cover of darkness as you snuck to Bachira's car, both giggling.

Bachira drove with his hand on your thigh, teasing you lightly. Something about the gleam in his eye when he looked at you made you squirm, like you knew he had something good in store. Mercifully, the apartment he shared with Isagi was not far from campus.

You were on each other once the door closed behind you. Bachira kissed you as he led you back to his bedroom. Both your shirts were already off by the time you hit the bed. Bachira climbed on top of you, kissing you playfully as he continued to tease you through your leggings.

Bachira pulled away from the kiss, breathless and pupils wide. "Are you okay with toys?"

"Hmm?" you couldn't comprehend his question through the fog of lust.

Bachira dug through his nightstand, pulling out a little vibrator. You instinctively rubbed your thighs together at the thought of Bachira using that on you. "Can I?"

"Please."

Bachira grinned, sliding your leggings off and returning to you kissing you. He ran his hands up and down your body, giving extra attention to your tits and thighs. Eventually, he flicked on the vibrator, lazily dragging it from the valley of your chest down to the apex of your thighs. He stopped just above your throbbing clit before dragging it back up to the top.

He chuckled into the kiss as you squirmed when the vibrator ran across your nipples. He slid his tongue into your mouth, kissing you damn near stupid as the little bullet went back down your body.

You let out a little sigh into his mouth as he lightly pressed the vibrator to your clothed clit. He teased you with it, giving just enough pressure for it to feel good, but not enough to do anything. Any time he suspected pleasure was building, he pulled it away. Your hips bucked, desperate for more.

"Bachira," he name a plea on your lips.

"I'm being mean huh? Teasing you like this?" he pressed the vibrator harder into you for emphasis, savoring your gasp. "I'm supposed to be thanking you."

Bachira slid your underwear off, licking his lips at the string of arousal. "Fuck, I think I might need a little taste." He settled between your legs, licking up your slit. Your back arched as he sucked at your clit, messy and eager. He flicked the vibrator back on, alternating between licking at your clit and letting the vibrator do the work.

It took only a few moments of Bachira between your legs to send a surge of pleasure through your body. You clawed at the sheets, gasping his name as the feeling consumed you.

"Tastes so sweet," Bachira mused, licking his lips. He wriggled out of his pants, cock heavy and leaking. "Ready for more?" You nodded, eagerly pulling him closer. Bachira ran his cock leisurely through your slick folds. He flicked the vibrator on, running in down the length of him. He let out a low moan as it brushed against his tip.

He slid the vibrator between the two of you. You jolted as the buzz hit your swollen clit. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he continued to rut himself through your slick. You could feel Bachira's cock twitching against you and all you wanted was to feel that inside.

"Need you, fuck-," you gasped. "Inside, please."

Bachira obliged with a grin. "Can't say no to that." He slid into you with ease, on account of how wet you were. He groaned at the feeling of your wrapped around him.

Bachira snapped his hips, gradually picking up the pace. He loved the little sounds you made, proof of how desperate and sensitive you were. He wanted to push it further, flicking the vibrator on and pressing it against your throbbing clit.

You gasped, feeling over stimulated already. The feeling building in you was white hot. "Bachira I'm gonna-" you choked out a sob as gushed all over him, soaking his lower half.

"Fuck that was hot," Bachira replied, fucking you harder through it. He couldn't hold out longer, seeing you soaked and wriggling beneath him. You felt his cock throb as he filled you with a satisfied sigh.

"Sorry about your sheets," you said when you both caught your breath.

Bachira scoffed. "I'm not even slightly upset about that."

You ended up staying the night at his place, but went to practice the next day separately, as if nothing happened. A few days later, Bachira happily announced he passed his test to the team, throwing a sly wink your way. 4 down, 6 to go.

****

It had been a few weeks since the Bachira hook up and, honestly, you had half a mind to just forget the whole plan and go back for seconds. However, the competitive part of you couldn't give up a bet. Not to mention, you were interested in what the other contenders had to offer.

The semester was winding down and you found yourself at a party at the soccer house. Everyone was celebrating finals ending and a season that was successful so far. You wanted to get in one more before break started to put you in a good place to complete the challenge by next year.

As you were scanning the crowd for prospects, Reo caught your eye. He was chatting with Nagi, of course, and you got a weird feeling that they had been looking at you first. Talking about you. You gave Reo an inviting smile, who whispered soemthing to Nagi before jogging over to you.

"Hey, y/n," Reo greeted.

"Did I catch you staring, Reo?" you teased lightly.

He grinned, throwing his hands up. "You caught me. Nagi and I were talking about you, not going to lie."

"Oh? What about?" you asked.

Reo shifted on his feet, a nervous tell. His eyes flickered back to Nagi, who was watching with a flicker of interest across his normally bored expression.

"It's kinda weird."

You shrugged. "I like weird."

"Well," he began, "Nagi and I... we've always wanted to share a girl. You know, a bucket list sorta thing."

"Reo, are you asking me to have a threesome with you and Nagi?" you couldn't keep the smirk out of your voice.

Reo chuckled, "Well, yeah. I know it's random and kinda weird. Don't feel obligated to say yes obviously. We just... think you're hot and cool and were wondering if you'd be down."

What a gift you'd just been given. You didn't wanna look too eager though.

"I'm down, but..." you feigned concern, "Ego's rules... If people found out, it be a disaster."

"Nagi and I won't tell a soul, we promise," Reo assured you. "We're not trying to get you in trouble - or ourselves for that matter."

That easily, you found yourself in Reo and Nagi's shared place off campus. Most of the guys either rented little apartments or shared a house with 4 other guys, but Reo and Nagi a whole house to themselves. Unsurprising, given Reo's wealth. He could easily have the place to himself, but, again, unsurprisingly, he'd rather share with Nagi.

"Wow," you couldn't prevent the word from slipping out as you saw the massive bed Nagi was currently lounging on. He wore grey sweats and a t shirt and looked good enough to already get you excited.

"Glad I went for the king size now," Reo said, ushering you into the room.

"I'm glad you went for it too," Nagi replied, stretching his long limbs. His shirt lifted up, a sliver of skin above his boxers peaking out. Good lord.

"So, how do you wanna..." you trailed of as you sat down on the bed.

"Kiss Nagi," Reo instructed you, authority trickling into his voice.

"Yeah, c'mere," Nagi smiled lazily. Didn't have to tell you twice. You crawled over to the white haired man, who grabbed you when you were in reach. You let out a surprised giggle as he pulled you on top of him, before his lips found yours.

His mouth moved against yours with ease, tongue slipping to brush yours. His large hands settled on your ass, giving little squeezes every now and then. You wiggled your hips in approval, loving the feel of him beneath you. You could feel Reo's on the two of you, watching hungrily as his best friend slid his hands up your shirt.

You sat up, allowing him to pull it off you. You rolled your hips against him, getting him hard beneath you. "Hot," he said, running his hands up your sides before cupping you tits.

You glanced over at Reo, who was obviously hard at the sight of you and Nagi. The way he looked at you two made you cunt throb. "Don't keep us waiting, Reo," you beckoned to him.

The purpled haired man was happy to have an excuse to join. The bed dipped at he crawled over to you. You cupped his face and kissed him while Nagi toyed with you tits. You let out a little gasp as he squeezed your nipples.

"You're hoggin her," Nagi huffed, pulling you back to kiss him again. Reo laid down next to him and you went between kissing both men. Then, when you pulled back for some air, they turned and kissed each other. And fuck it was hot.

You couldn't resist joining in. The three of you kissed, a tangle of lips and tongues. Clothes were shed, hands across bodies, until everyone was breathless.

"Want you on my face," Nagi drawled.

"Think you could give me head during?" Reo asked. He'd been palming himself since you and Nagi started kissing and was desperate for some relief

You nodded eagerly and everyone shifted into a position that would allow everyone to be satisfied. Nagi licked a stripe up your cunt, making you gasp. He attached his lips to neglected clit, sucking. You tried to focus on Reo as you leaned over to kiss down his body. You swirled your tongue over his flushed, dripping tip. You licked up his length before taking him in your mouth.

Reo let out a content sigh as your cheeks hollowed around him. He ran his fingers through your hair, holding it out of your face as your bobbed your head on him. Meanwhile, Nagi continued to devour you, fucking you with his tongue. The moan the escaped you vibrated down Reo's cock, making him groan.

The sound of both of you being pleasured egged Nagi on, his tongue moving faster across your slit and your clit. It only took a few moments more for your to fall apart, cunt clenching around his wriggling tongue. The sensation of you cumming while sucking him off pushed Reo over the edge. His head feel back as he released on your tongue with a satisfied groan.

"Ride me?" Nagi asked when you caught your breath. It wasn't lost on you that Nagi found away to be involved in this without physically exerting himself much, but with what he could do with his tongue, you weren't mad.

Reo slid his hand down your body, wanting a taste of you. He lazily fingered your cunt open. "Fuck, you got her soaked Nagi," he breathed. "Bet she's gonna feel amazing." He sucked your release off his fingers with a pleasant hum.

You were straddling Nagi's hips, holding the base of his cock to line him up to you. He had his hands behind his head, watch you with a lazi grin as you slid down on him. You breathed through your teeth as you stretched around the size of him. He was easily one of the biggest so far.

"Mmm, just like that," Nagi drawled as you rolled your hips. Reo slid behind you, wraps his arms around to play with your tits. He tweaked your nipples, making you yelp. "Oh she liked that, Reo. Can feel her squeezing me."

Reo chuckled against your skin, continuing to palm your breast while your rode his best friend. Nagi cock twitched at the side of Reo kissing and touching you. "I think she'll really like this," nearly purred. His hand slid down your body, finding your aching clit.

"Fuck," you cried as he rubbed quick circles over the bud. Your hips stuttered as you tried to keep pace despite the bubble of pleasure growing in your tummy. Nagi finally decided to help you out, gripping your hips to fuck up into you. The sensation of him deep inside you as Reo toyed with your clit burst that bubble, euphoria flooding your veins.

Nagi fucked you through the orgasm, chasing his own high. You were totally spent, but that didn't stop of the boys from playing with you. A familiar sensation built up, but you didn't even have the voice to warn them before gushing all over.

"Fucking hell," Nagi groaned at the sight of you squirting on his cock. His release hit him immediately, pressing deeply into you one last time to fill you.

"God that was hot," Reo said. He helped you off Nagi, as your legs were like jelly. He ran to get a towel, helping you both clean up.

"So, did that live up to your bucket list expectations?" you asked.

Both men grinned. "Definitely."

Little did they know, they helped you with a list of your own.

****

You let out a sigh as you checked your phone. Isagi lost his wallet. Again. Practice had ended about an hour ago, but he knew you'd be around organizing all the equipment, which is why you got a text begging you to check the locker room. Of course you would, but not without telling him he's an idiot in desperate need of some air tags.

Typically you didn't go in the locker rooms, since that is where the guys changed, but with practice long over, you felt it was safe. You swept through the few rows of lockers, spying no wallet. You were texting Isagi as much when someone stepped out from the shower area.

"Y/n?" Otoya questioned. He was clad in nothing but a towel, which was hanging dangerously low on his hips. His hair was wet and messy, water droplets were rolling down his toned body. You fought the urge to lick your lips.

"Shit, I'm sorry Otoya," you said, "I thought everyone left. Isagi asked for me to look for something."

He chuckled, seemingly unbothered he was practically naked in front of you. "Let me guess, he lost his wallet."

You nodded. "You'd be right. I'm really sorry, though, I didn't mean to intrude."

He shrugged. "No worries, it doesn't bother me. Hell, I may have asked you to join me if I knew you were here." He tossed it out like a joke, but you could sense a current of truth.

You knew Otoya was a bit of a flirt, so you felt like it was worth the risk to be bold back. "That's too bad, I would have absolutely taken you up on that."

Otoya's eyes widened, clearly surprised his stupid flirting was actually getting him somewhere. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," you nodded, "I mean, look at you. I can't say no to that."

"I mean... I'm thinking I actually need another shower," Otoya replied, "If you care to join."

"Only if you think we won't get caught... you know how Ego is," you replied. This would definitely be risky, even though everyone should be long gone. It was a thrilling thought, pushing the boundary of what you could get away with.

"I'm the last guy here," Otoya assured you, "And I won't tell. I don't Ego on my ass more than he already is."

"Guess I won't be needing these, then." You slipped out of your leggings. "Or this." You pulled off your shirt, leaving you in just your underwear.

"Shit, I think I might be dream." Otoya eyed you hungrily. You giggled as he took your hand, pulling you to the showers. Luckily, Ego put a lot of money into the team's facilities, so the showers were actually quite nice - nothing like the typical grimy locker room showers.

Otoya stepped inside the stall, turning the shower on to a nice, warm temperature. He turned to you, beckoning for you to join him. You closed the curtain behind you, pulling him into the small dry are for a kiss. Otoya happily wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his body. His muscles were warm and firm against you and you could already feel him growing hard through the towel.

He pulled away from you, dropping the towel with a confident grin. You could see why - he was well endowed. He stepped under the water, reaching out his hand to you. "C'mon, I wanna get you wet," he said with a teasing smirk.

You laughed coyly as you shed your bra and panties, Otoya's eyes on you the whole time. The warmth of the water pulled a sigh from you as you returned to kissing him. He pulled away, grinning wickedly as an idea hit him. He lathered up some soap in his hands, rubbing it across your tits.

"You look good like this," he mused at the bubbles coating your skin. The soap allowed his hands to guide over you easily, making it more fun to play with your tits as he kissing you.

He pressed you against the stall wall, his thigh sliding between your legs. You mewled at the feeling of his strong muscle against your needy cunt. He slipped his free hand between you two, toying with your clit. You hummed pleasantly when he slid tow fingers inside, working you open for him.

"God, you're soaked," he said, voice strained. "Can't wait any longer."

"Don't keep me waiting then." You nipped at his lips as he pumped his length, before pressing into you. You gripped his shoulders as he split you open. He gave long, slow strokes as you adjusted to the feel of each other. His pupils flared open as he watched himself slide in and out of out.

Before you knew it, he cupped his hand under your knee, holding it up so he could get deeper inside you. You moaned in satisfaction at the feeling. You knew you should be quiet - you were still in the team locker room even if they should be gone, but you couldn't help yourself.

Otoya loved it, pumping into you harder to pull more noises out of you. His eyes flickered to the detachable shower head, a wicked gleam shining in them. He took it from the wall, aiming the gush of water at your clit.

"Shit," you cried out at the sudden surge of stimulation. "S-so good." You were breathless as your nails dug into him, desperate to hold on.

"Don't hold back," he panted. "Wanna hear you cumming my name." Your leg wrapped around him in response, pulling him closer as you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm hit you hard, the added stimulation of the shower head making it intense. If it wasn't for Otoya holding you up, your knees would have given out.

The sound of his name on your lips as your squeezed him broke his stamina. Otoya slowed as he milked his orgasm, filling you with all he had.

You were both flushed and giddy as you cleaned each other up in the shower. Otoya tossed you a towel after, grinning. "Any time you need a shower buddy, give me a call."

"Will do," you smiled. 3 more to go.

****

The second semester was progressing and while you only had 3 men left to get through, you felt the pressure to get this bet completed. You were still concerned about Rin, and decided you would tackle him last. You were keeping your eyes and ears open for opportunities for the other two, which Yukimiya thankfully gave you.

You shared a favorite band, who were dropping a new album. Yukimiya invited you over to his place to listen to it. He had record player and a great set of speakers, making the music sound heavenly. You both sat on his bed, letting the songs wash over you.

"I think this is their best album yet," Yukimiya commented as it came to an end. You nodded in agreement as you both launched into a discussion about the music. All the while, you drifted closer to each other, thighs and hands brushing each other. Even if it wasn't for the bet you were working on, you would feel drawn Yukimiya. He was handsome, sweet, and fun to talk with.

"What?" you asked when you noticed him staring at you.

"Nothing," he said with a sheepish grin, "You're just pretty."

You didn't have to fake the blush or the smile that crept across your face. "Thanks, for what it's worth, you're cute."

"Cute enough to break some rules?" Yukimiya suggested playfully.

You feigned offense. "Did you invite me here just for that?"

"Not just for that," Yukimiya teased back, "But I would be lying if I didn't it's something I wanted."

"And I said I wanted it too?" you dropped your voice to a slightly more sultry tone. Yukimiya shifted closer to you at the sound.

"I would say if no one finds out, it doesn't matter if a rule is broken."

"Mmm, I like the way you think." He cupped your face a pulled you in for a kiss. He was slightly more reserved than the other men you'd kissed, but still confident and purposeful. Like he wanted to enjoy himself, but not rush through it. There was something about the slowness that drove you mad, desperate for more.

"Someone's eager," Yukimiya mused as your ground against him. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, swollen from kissing. "Guess I should get you out of these." He took your shirt in his hand, pulling it off, before peeling off your pants.

"This what you wanted?" He asked as he rubbed light circles over your clothed cunt. A bemused smile played at his lips as he felt your underwear growing damp.

"Want more," you breathed, kissing at his neck as he toyed with you.

"Look at yourself," Yukimiya said, turning your so your back was flush his front. You were facing the mirror across from his bed. Your skin was flushed, the wet spot on your panties glaringly obvious. Yukimiya was peering at you from over your shoulder, a mischievous grin on his face. "So pretty when you're needy."

He pulled your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers through your wetness. He let out a pleased sigh as he slide two digits in, lazily stroking. Once they were coated in your slick, pulled them out to toy with your clit.

"You're good at that," you huffed breathlessly as he worked you up with his fingers. Going back and forth between fingering your cunt and stimulating your clit. The slow, steady increase in his pace had your cunt drooling and desperate for release.

"Fuck you're soaked," Yukimiya groaned, his eyes were glued to the mirror, watching his fingers slide in and out of you. "Gonna cum for me? Make a mess?"

"P-please, want it Yuki," you babbled, so close to the high you wanted. Yukimiya guided you there easily, cursing as your cunt clenched around his fingers and your body shuddered. He licked his lips watching you drip on to his lap.

He was already shifting beneath you, slipping himself out of his pants and boxers. Now he was feeling desperate, wanting to know what it felt like to be buried inside you. "Not done with you yet."

"Good, because neither am I," you replied. You leaned forward and arched your back, making it easier for him to slide inside you. You both mewled with pleasure. You rocked your hips, feeling his cock slide through your walls. You throbbed at the sight of you fucking yourself on him in the mirror.

Yukimiya couldn't tear his eyes away either, though he was looking down directly at where he slid inside you. He wanted more, to make you cum harder on him. You heard him spit before you felt it drop on your ass, warm and wet. He gripped your ass with one hand, while a finger of the other circled the tight hole.

"Oh fuck-" you gasped as he pressed his finger in your ass. That addition alone sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making each grind of your hips more intense. Yuki was transfixed at the sight of him filling you, loving the sounds you made.

You didn't last long after that, his name spilling from your lips as you practically collapsed from the intensity of the climax that hit you. It was light and heavy at the same time, making your head swim.

"Shit y/n," Yukimiya groaned, his cock twitching inside you. "You're like heaven." His head feel back with a groan as he spilled inside you, a beautiful sight for you to watch in the mirror.

Yukimiya helped clean you up before you parted ways with promises to discuss the album more when you weren't so... distracted. A surge of excitement hit you when you realized how close you were to winning.

****

The Blue Lock team made the playoffs, so, naturally, a party was in order. The house rented by some of the team members was filled with players and their friends, yourself included. Everyone was a bit drunker than normal, celebrating a successful season and boasting about all the goals they would score in the championship game.

You chuckled as you observed the scene, practically tasting the testosterone from all the posturing. Normally, you would have thought the team house was way too risky, given all the other guys around that could be potential witnesses. But tonight, there was enough of a crowd - and more than enough alcohol - that you were certain, given the right circumstance, you could pull it off. Your body tingled with excitement as you considered your options.

"Hey, y/n," Karasu grinned. He loved to be a little flirty with you, even though it's been months since you hooked up with him. "Were playing spin the bottle in the basement. Wanna come?"

Well, that was certainly an opening. "Sure."

You followed him down to the basement, where a sizable circle was formed on the floor. Some of the faces your recognized, some you didn't. Your eyes flickered Chigiri, who smiled shyly at you. You gave him a coy smile as you settled into a spot.

It took awhile for the bottle to work its way around to you. It was an endless cycle of spinning glass, teasing and giggling as the match made their way to the closet, where they spent 5 minutes kissing. Though, with the flush and panting of a few that left you wondered if they were using their time for a bit more.

When it was your turn, you had to hold in the cheer you wanted to let out as the bottle settled on exactly who you wanted. "Guess it's my lucky day," Chigiri flirted. You grinned; if only he knew how true that was for you.

You both made for the closet, sliding into a heated darkness as the door shut behind you. You felt Chigiri's hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips were soft and almost sweet. You wouldn't be surprised if he was wearing some sort of cherry chapstick.

Chigiri was a little shy and tentative as he kissed you, which somehow spurred you on more. You stepped forward, pressing him against the wall. He moaned into your mouth as your body rubbed against his. The sound of it - practically a whimper - unlocked something in you.

You pulled away, just barely able to see the needy look Chigiri gave you through the darkness. "Are you hard, Chigiri?" you purred, ghosting your hand across his jeans.

"S-shit, I'm sorry." he mumbled.

"No need to apologize." You traced circles over the bulge in his pants. "Makes me wish we had more time. I could take care of that for you."

"Really?" he perked up.

"Of course," you replied. You nuzzled against his neck, kissing him. "Wanna make you feel good." You could feel him gulp at your words.

"Maybe...maybe we could go to my room after?" he was struggled to keep his voice even with how your lips brushed against his skin.

"We'd have to be sneaky," you replied, "Don't want us getting in trouble, you know?" Chigiri, unsurprisingly, was on board with whatever you wanted. You a made to go back to the circle, where Chigiri would go back to his room after a round. You would wait 3 more rounds before joining him, as to not arouse suspicion.

That plan led you to Chigiri's room about 10 minutes later, where you found him waiting on the bed for you. You practically pounced on him, not holding back how deeply you wanted to kiss him. Chigiri settled on the bed beneath you, letting you take control.

You stripped him down to his boxers, peppering kissing along his exposed skin. You sat back, admiring how Chigiri looked: skin flushed, hair haloed around him, and a needy gleam in his eye.

"You're so pretty, Chigiri," you hummed, running your finger down his chest. You toyed with the waistband of his boxers, watching him squirm.

He blushed at your compliment. He's not used to being called pretty as a guy, but he liked how it sounded coming from you. He liked even more that you were dipping your hand into his boxers, running your finger down his hard length.

"Bet you'd look even prettier cumming for me," you mused, pulling his boxers off. His tip was flushed a pretty shade of pink and already leaking. "Would you like that?"

"Please," he urged, voice strained with anticipation. You obliged, spitting into your hand and pumping him. You paid extra attention to his tip, swirling your finger over the tip and spreading his pre. You leaned down to press a kiss to it, making him whimper. The sound, the desperation caused your own arousal to pool between your legs.

"So sensitive," you hummed. You pumped his faster, giving an extra squeeze to work him up. You pushed to the point of the edge, just to slow down and hear him whine. You could keep it up for hours, but the desperate way he looked at you wore through your patience.

"F-fuck y/n, 'm-m close," Chigiri stumbled over his words.

"Cum for me, Chigiri," you purred. You watched as his tummy dipped from the effort of his release. He whimpered loudly as he came all over you hand and his tummy. "Good boy."

Chigiri let out a little whine at your words. He already getting hard again as he watched you lick up his release. You made your way back to his lips. You finally started to remove your clothes, letting Chigiri catch his breath and feel your body. By the time you were bare, he was rock hard again.

****

The energy in practice was tense, despite the team having won the semi finals and punched their ticket to the championships the night prior. The game, however, had been way too close, entering over time. Blue Lock got won by the skin of their teeth, thanks to the tie breaking goal by Rin.

"You idiots better not play like that in the finals," Rin snapped at the end of practice.

Barou bristled. "I could win the whole damn championship myself."

"Oh yeah? We only won yesterday because of my two goals," Rin fired back. "If it wasn't for me you'd be watching the championship from the stands."

"We all contributed, Rin," Isagi intervened. "You acting like a pompous ass isn't going to win us the championship."

"Nobody asked you, Isagi," Rin practically spot.

"Don't waste your breath, Isagi," Karasu butted in, a mean glint in his eyes. "Rin's just miserable because the only place he can score is on the field."

The group snickered as Rin's scowl deepened. You were surprised at the insinuation - was Rin a virgin? It was somewhat hard to believe given his good looks as status as one of the best athletes in campus but that look on his face...

"Whatever," Rin grumbled, heading away from the group. "When you all have to watch me score a hat trick in the finals, you'll wish you trained more instead of acting like fools."

Everyone dispersed after that and you waited a few minutes before following Rin to where you knew he was heading - the yoga room. He was the only one on the team who used it, so you knew you'd find him alone. You joined him on occasion, which he tolerated because you were pretty good at it and didn't bother him.

You knew this was your only shot and, frankly, the only time you felt nervous in this whole ordeal. If anyone was going to say no to you and blow this whole thing it would be Rin. But it was now or never.

"Hey Rin," you greeted. He was already seated on a mat. He gave you a grunt in reply. "Sorry those guys were such assholes to you."

Rin shrugged. "They're idiots. I don't care." Something in his voice told you he might care despite his cool exterior, so you continued.

"They are," you nodded, "But if you wanted those idiots to be wrong, I could help."

His eyes slid to you. "What do you mean?"

"The whole not scoring off the field thing," you replied. "Maybe I'm overstepping, but if what they said it true and you don't want it to be, I would be down."

"Are you offering to sleep with me?" Rin asked. "I don't need pity, you know."

Shit. You had to stay calm. "It's not pity, you're a good looking guy and the best on the team. Why wouldn't I?" You could see the slightest shift in his eyes, so you continued. "Besides, these guys think they're so smart. It would make them look stupid if they were dogging you for something that wasn't even true."

Rin was silent, mulling your offer over. His gaze was intense, but you knew you couldn't look away, couldn't show weakness. Rin was a perfectionist, if he thought you weren't up to his level, he would certainly say no.

"Okay," he said finally. You bit back a cheer. "But I don't want them knowing it was you. I don't need them thinking I got pity sex."

You could have kissed him for making it so easy. "That's fine with me." You made arrangements to meet at his place later that night. He was not one for wasting any time, apparently. His apartment was just how you expected: neat and orderly.

He sat on his bed, looking up at you with a look in his eye you'd never seen before.

"Are you nervous, Rin?" you asked, incredulous.

His brow furrowed. "No." But he couldn't stop the tint from from rising in his cheek.

"We don't have to you, know you," you said. Sure, it would suck to lose, but you wouldn't want it at the cost of making him uncomfortable.

"I'm not nervous," Rin reiterated. "Let's just get it going, okay?"

You rolled your eyes, but sat on the bed next to him. "So romantic."

The kiss was a bit tentative and stiff at first, but Rin slowly warmed to your rhythm. You spent some time like that, just letting him get used to you and not forcing anything too soon. Eventually, Rin's hands ventured to your body, feeling you up. You took it as permission to put your hands on him, climbing into his lap.

This kiss became progressively heated as you explored each other. You ground against him lightly, pulling stifled groans from Rin. He grunted impatiently, pulling at your clothing. You obliged his silent demand, getting your top off. You leaned over him, forcing him to lay back on the bed. He kept his eyes cool and almost bored, but you didn't miss the bob in his throat as he took in the sight of your tits.

"How far have you gone?" you asked, sliding your hand up under his shirt.

"I've fingered a girl," he told you.

"Oh? So is the soccer guy good with his hands?" you teased.

"I guess you'll find out," he replied, pulling you into him. He was growing my sure of himself now, sliding his hand between your legs. He teased you through your leggings as your tongues tangled. Eventually, he found his way inside your pants.

He didn't disappoint by jamming his fingers into you, as you'd fear a virgin would. He took the time to work you wet, before slipping two fingers inside. He pumped them confidently, finding the spot that made your breath hitch.

"Sounds like the soccer guy is good with his hands," Rin mused. You didn't protest as you let him work you up to an orgasm. He rubbed your clit in circles as pleasure rushed your body, making you cry out.

"You know, I'm surprised you are virgin," you commented as you caught your breath. He was good at that.

Rin shrugged. "I was focused on soccer."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, which made Rin scowl. However, he didnt' seem to care anymore as your stripped both of you of the rest of your clothes. "I'm gonna need you to focus on me now," you flirted. "At least for a few minutes."

Rin scoffed. "I'll last more than a few minutes."

You grinned. "Well see about that."

You couldn't lie, it felt good to see the Rin Itoshi falter beneath you as you pressed him inside you. The warmth and wetness was like nothing he had ever felt before. As you moved your hips, there was a flare of panic in him that he would, in fact, spill in you immediately. However, he refused to give you the satisfaction, nor hurt his own pride.

"You feel good Rin," you moaned, putting a little extra emphasis on it just to tease him. Despite your teasing, Rin was holding together better than you expected. He quickly learned your rhythm, finding a way to match your thrusts and press deeper inside you. It shouldn't surprise you, given how Rin approaches soccer. He was never passive about anything, needing to be the best at any new skill he learned.

"Fuck," he huffed, a crack in his calm facade. The feeling of you squeezing him was quickly wearing down his restraint. You were egged on by this show of weakness, bouncing on him even faster. Rin, not to be bested, found your clit once against and circled the sensitive bud.

When your second release hit you, it broke Roin too. The feel of your already tight cunt clamping down on his aching length was too much. He cursed again, fingers digging into your skin as he spilled inside you.

"Honestly, I thought people were over hyping sex," Rin commented as you both redressed, "But now I kind of get why those guys are such idiots about it."

You snorted. "I'm just happy I could help." But even more happy that you just won yourself a bet.

****

"I have to know, who is the best!" Your friend demanded.

"I got a top five for you," you smiled wickedly, excited to share your findings.

In 5th place was Chigiri. You never thought you'd enjoy being the more dominant one, but you thoroughly enjoyed taking charge of Chigiri.

"Of course that pretty boy liked that," your friend grinned.

In 4th place Barou. A bit rough, but he knew how to make it good. Plus, he was by far the biggest on the team.

"Barou having the biggest dick is shocking to no one," you friend commented.

3rd place was a tie between Nagi and Reo. Because you had them together, it was too hard to place them individually. Despite how much you enjoyed yourself, it also felt unfair to rank them higher since they had partner. But fairness be damned they earned a spot on the list.

Your friend sighed wistfully, wishing that she too could find herself between Nagi and Reo.

2nd place went to Yukimiya, which did not shock your friend at all.

"He's so fine, I could have told he'd be up there. But, then who's number one?"

"The winner is..." you made a little drum roll. "Bachira." You had not been able to stop thinking about how he so easily he toyed your body. How easily he pulled out the best orgasm out of you.

"Damn, who knew he had it in him?" you friend commented. "Guess I'm not that surprised he's a freak, though."

"Definitely not surprising, but very appreciated." You smiled, not just because you were a couple hundred dollars richer from winning this bet, but because you were already plotting how you could get some seconds.

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eclipixels · 2 months ago

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Fruit Roll Up

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Ryusei Shidou

Content: Blue Lock boys react to you wanting to wrap a fruit roll up around it (semi crack fic, semi smut)

A/N: inspired by this post -@captainshindo

Warnings: mentions of oral sex

Yoichi Isagi

"Wait, hold on—what?"

Isagi blinked at you like you had just suggested kicking a soccer ball all the way to the moon. His brows furrowed; lips slightly parted in sheer bewilderment as he tried to process your words.

"You wanna put a fruit roll up on… where?"

His voice wavered between confusion and mild concern as he sat there, watching you dangle a blue colorful fruit roll up between your fingers like it was some kind of forbidden delicacy. You grinned, leaning in a little closer, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Come on, Ichi, just trust me on this."

"I mean, sure, I guess. But why?" He shifted awkwardly, fingers twitching against his knee as a flush crept up his neck. His usual composure, the razor-sharp focus he had on the field, seemed to crumble under the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“Because I wanna try it out,” you said, pouting just enough to make it almost impossible for him to say no.

His shoulders sagged in surrender, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "If it makes you happy, then—ah! Ohhh, fuck—”

You didn’t even let him finish his sentence before jumping at the opportunity. A victorious grin spread across your face as you reached forward, determination shining in your eyes.

“See? Not such a bad idea, huh?” you mused as you got to work.

Isagi sucked in a sharp breath, throwing his head back with an unexpected hum. His fingers twitched against his sides as if resisting the urge to swat your hands away, but he didn’t. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before peeking at you, filled with a mix of trepidation and intrigue.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" His voice came out breathless, slightly strained.

You tilted your head, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "Maybe a little."

"As long as you’re happy," he muttered, exhaling through his nose. His ears were burning red, and he refused to meet your gaze, probably regretting every decision that led him to this moment. And yet, he didn’t stop you.

There was something about seeing Isagi, usually so confident and competitive, now reduced to a flustered mess over something so ridiculously simple. The contrast was almost too much to handle.

"Okay, okay," you giggled, finally pulling back slightly. "What do you think? Rate the experience."

Isagi blinked at you, lips parted like he was still buffering. Then, after a long pause, he swallowed thickly.

"Honestly?" He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at you. "Kinda… weird. But not bad. Like, I didn't think it would work, but now—uh." His sentence trailed off as he looked at you again, expression unreadable.

You smirked, tilting your head. "Go on."

"You might be onto something," he admitted begrudgingly, shifting slightly under your gaze. "But if you tell anyone about this, I swear—"

You snorted, reaching over to poke his cheek. "Relax, Ichi. I don’t tell anyone about anything we do in the bedroom"

"Alright, good. So, uh..." He trailed off, eyes locked onto you with anticipation. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head, waiting for him to continue.

His cheeks flushed as he hesitated before mumbling, "Are you gonna finish?"

A smirk played on your lips. "You want me to?"

"...Yes, please," he admitted, almost shyly.

And that was all the confirmation you needed before putting him back in your mouth and getting to work.

Meguru Bachira

"Oh-ho-ho~? You absolute freak, I love it!" Bachira clapped his hands together, eyes gleaming with mischief like a goblin who had just discovered a new way to cause mayhem. He leaned in closer, watching you with rapt attention.

You pulled out the fruit roll up, mango pineapple flavored and got to work wrapping it around Bachira’s dick.

"Wait, wait, wait—you’re actually doing this? Oh, this is gonna be amazing." His excitement was borderline unhinged, his energy bouncing all over the place as he perched on the edge of his seat, barely able to contain himself.

You didn’t expect him to be this excited. You were actually unsure of how he’d react to your request but this was better than you expected. Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing though because before you even got to put your mouth on it, he was swirling out ideas.

"What’s next, huh? Should we go full dessert mode? Whipped cream? Chocolate drizzle? No? Tch, you’re no fun," he teased, shaking his head dramatically before perking right back up. "Fine, fine! Just fruit rolls ups… for now"

As you rolled your eyes and continued, Bachira, of course, had to make things weirder. He started making airplane noises, rocking side to side like a child hyped up on sugar. "Choo-choo! Here comes the flavor train! Next stop: Meguru’s curiosity!"

You shot him a look, exasperated. "Are you seriously narrating this?"

"Of course! This is a historic moment!" he declared, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

His laughter bubbled up as he watched you, his gaze filled with that signature mix of chaotic excitement and genuine affection. "Y’know, I gotta say," he mused, tilting his head, "I love the way your brain works. Completely unhinged. Just my type."

His endless enthusiasm made it impossible not to laugh. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you love it," he shot back, beaming.

“Oh–oh! Oh this is… this is better than I was expecting~” Bachira moaned as you put his fruit roll up covered cock all the way into your mouth.

“Yeah?” You hummed, the vibrations from your words contributing to his pleasure

“Oh yeah, please, don’t stop.” He shut his eyes, his hands finding their way to your hair, entangling themselves in it.

At the end of the day, Bachira was a whirlwind of chaos and sugar who made everything twice as fun, just by being himself. And oh how you loved him for it.

Hyoma Chigiri

Chigiri stared at you, utterly unimpressed. His crimson eyes flickered with disbelief as he took in your suggestion, arms crossed in a way that made him look like a prince being subjected to absolute nonsense. "You could have literally suggested anything else," he said, voice as flat as ever, "anything, and you went with fruit roll-ups?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, pinching the bridge of it like this was giving him an actual migraine. "This has to be some weird diet trend I don’t know about," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Not a diet," you corrected with a grin. "Just an experience."

Chigiri gave you the most deadpan stare imaginable, like he was seriously reconsidering every life choice that had led him to this moment. But despite his apparent suffering, you could see the tiny twitch at the corner of his lips, threatening to betray him.

After a few more seconds of dramatic silence, he sighed in surrender. "Fine," he relented, shifting his weight like a reluctant aristocrat about to partake in the peasantry. "But just this once. And don’t—" he paused, fixing you with a sharp gaze, "—get any on my sheets. I don’t want ants."

You snorted. "That’s what you’re worried about?"

"Obviously," he replied smoothly, flicking his silky, shiny hair over his shoulder like this was just another day of dealing with absolute chaos.

You rolled your eyes, but he wasn’t done. "And if this ends up being terrible," he continued, narrowing his gaze, "you owe me. Big time."

"Deal," you chirped, already enjoying how much this was ruffling his usually composed demeanor.

As you prepared everything, Chigiri watched you like a hawk—arms crossed, gaze sharp, still looking vaguely offended by the entire ordeal. Yet, despite all his protests, there was no missing the curiosity lurking beneath his exasperation.

He was trying way too hard to act like he wasn’t at least a little intrigued.

And that was exactly why you loved messing with him.

“What’s taking so l-” Before he could finish, you had him in your mouth. He froze for a moment, shocked, but quickly relaxed, melting like putty as you continued, savoring each movement as you slurped him up like a slushie.

“D-don’t stop,” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut, clearly enjoying the experience.

“I’m taking this is going well, and that I won’t have to owe you?” you asked, pulling away. You noticed the disappointed look on his face when you stopped.

“We’re not finished yet. I’ll let you know when we’re done,” he replied, his frown deepening.

“Sounds to me like you’re hoping I’ll keep going,” you teased. “but, you don’t have to tell me twice”

Rin Itoshi

Rin took one look at the fruit roll-ups in your hands, then glanced at you, and without missing a beat, he immediately turned on his heel and started walking away. "No."

You blinked, staring after him. "No? Why not?"

He didn’t even slow down as he walked away, his voice barely turning back to address you. "Because you’re insane."

You gasped dramatically, hand on your chest. "Excuse me?"

Rin rubbed his temples like he could already feel a headache forming. "Find someone else to entertain your sugar-fueled delusions," he called over his shoulder, completely unimpressed.

You stood there, staring at his retreating form, half frustrated and half amused by his complete lack of enthusiasm for your idea.

He came back five minutes later out of pure curiosity.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, arms crossed, watching you with that look like he was contemplating whether he was about to make the worst decision of his life.

"How set are you on this," he began with a sigh, his tone reluctant.

“Very.”

"This is a terrible idea." But despite his words, there was a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, and his eyes had softened ever so slightly. Yet, he still walked back into the room, eyeing the way you were on your knees.

You grinned, clearly winning this battle.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, "I’ll humor you. But, this doesn’t mean I’m into this food fetish thing you got going on"

You could tell he was trying his best to seem unaffected by the ridiculousness of it all, but there was no hiding the faint interest in his eyes as he watched you get to work.

"One condition," Rin added, stepping a little closer now, as if finally accepting that he was going to be involved in whatever you were planning.

You raised an eyebrow. "What’s that?"

"Don’t make it weird," his eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to guard himself against whatever might come next.

You leaned in with a grin. "No promises."

Seishiro Nagi

There was only the faintest hint of interest in his eyes as he leaned back on the pillows. He barely even moved, perfectly embodying the phrase ‘no thoughts, just vibes.’

As you started preparing your… unique setup, Nagi just lounged there, sprawled out like a cat in the sun. He didn't have any objections, nor did he offer much in the way of encouragement. He simply watched, not bothered enough to care.

"Seriously? You’re just letting me do this?" you asked.

"Yeah, I guess," he replied, his eyes drifting shut for a moment as he stifled a yawn. His voice was so devoid of energy that it was impossible to tell if he was bored or just entertained by how over-the-top you were being.

You kept going, not letting his disinterest stop you. After all, this was Nagi, his lack of reaction was practically a sign that you were doing something right.

The only time Nagi actually stirred was when a stray piece of the fruit roll up fell on his stomach, just within his reach. Without even opening his eyes, he lazily reached for it, grabbed it, and popped it into his mouth with zero fanfare.

"Huh. Tasty," he muttered, completely unfazed. He didn’t even bother elaborating or making a face.

"You’re so weird," you said, shaking your head, but secretly enjoying the way he just went with it.

"Says you," Nagi scoffed with a lazy grin, his eyes flicking over to you briefly.

"That’s why you love me." you smiled before taking him in, enjoying the way the fruit roll up melted in your mouth against the heat of your warm tongue. Nagi hissed at the feeling, giving you the first reaction of this whole ordeal.

“How does it feel?” You asked, pulling away to wipe the drool off your lips.

“Feels like…” He paused, thinking for a moment. “Like you should keep going.”

Reo Mikage

Reo nearly choked on air when you casually dropped the suggestion, his entire body stiffening in surprise. "Excuse me—what?" he managed, his voice high and incredulous. You, on the other hand, were entirely unphased, raising an eyebrow at his dramatic reaction.

"Fruit. Roll. Ups." you said slowly, as if that explained everything.

"I heard you. I just… why?" Reo blinked several times, mouth hanging open as he tried to process what you’d just said. He reached for his glass of water, clearly trying to calm himself down, but it only served to make the situation worse. He buried his face in his hands with a long, exasperated sigh, as if he was somehow both embarrassed and horrified.

"I swear, this is why rich people get accused of having weird kinks," he muttered, his voice muffled by the palms of his hands.

You smirked, leaning back casually, clearly enjoying the sight of his spiraling. "Well, you know what they say, if the shoe fits," you teased.

"I don’t even know where to begin with this suggestion."

You shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "It’s simple. Fruit Roll-Ups. You wrap it around things. You eat it. End of story."

"I—" He stopped himself, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was trying to stave off a headache. His eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, his usual grace and composure slipping for just a moment. "Why Fruit Roll-Ups of all things? Why not… I don’t know, something normal like chocolate or honey or strawberries or—anything that makes sense?"

"Why not?" you countered with a teasing grin. "It’s fun, it’s colorful, it’s sugary. What’s not to love?"

"I… I just can’t believe you’re serious about this." He leaned back in his chair.

"Come on, Reo," you prodded, trying not to laugh at his genuine discomfort. "What’s the worst that could happen?”

“It’s just weird, alright?”

"I mean, it’s not like you have to do it, but…" You paused for effect, watching his every move.

He let out a dramatic groan, the sound of someone utterly defeated. "I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?"

"Maybe," you teased, enjoying the drama unfolding before you. "But isn’t that what makes it fun?"

“This is fun to you?”

"You’re right," you said with a playful grin. "I should’ve suggested something weirder. Like… jelly beans and pickles."

His eyes went wide. "No! Absolutely not! I have some standards, okay? My dick isn’t some candy buffet, Y/n, damn.”"

“Aw, man.” You pouted, pretending to be disappointed.

"You’re insane. But fine," he said after a beat, finally giving in, his voice resigned. "If this is what you want, I’ll play along, but just so you know, I will be silently judging you this whole time."

You raised an eyebrow. "Judging me? Oh please, I’m gonna make you a mess under me.”

The thought sent a shiver down Reo’s body. He was getting mad at himself from how turned on he was starting to get. "Whatever. Let’s just get this over with— JESUS CHRIST WOMAN, YOU COULD’VE GAVE ME A WARNING.”

Yeah, he came three times.

Sae Itoshi

Sae just stared at you. Then at the fruit roll up. Then back at you.

"You need therapy."

“Sae, what the hell.” You gasp.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by your silent, almost eager stare. “You’re weird,” he muttered, a little edge to his tone. “Why would I let you do that?”

You shrugged innocently, feeling a little giddy, “I just think it would be fun.”

You leaned in just a bit, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Come on, Sae. Don’t tell me you’re not curious.”

His gaze flickered to the fruit roll-up again, then back to your face, his expression still unreadable. “You need serious help.”

You simply frowned, the corners of your mouth turning down with a playful defiance. “You’re not going to let me? Really?”

"No." He replied, his voice steady and unbothered, almost too simple.

"Saeee..." You stretched his name out dramatically, your eyes wide with pleading. "Please?"

He raised an eyebrow, his expression resigned. "What kind of pleasure do you get from this, other than tormenting me?"

"It’ll be fun, I swear," you insisted with a hopeful grin.

He shook his head, sighing deeply as though he couldn’t believe the words coming from your mouth. "This isn’t fun, Y/n. This is odd. You’re odd. I’ve already said no, so stop asking."

Defeated, you let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping in exaggerated disappointment. Slowly, you walked off to put the box of fruit roll-ups back, doing your best to suppress the letdown you were feeling.

Later that day, you were sitting on the couch, sulking a little, when you heard the familiar shuffle of his footsteps. Surprised, you looked up to see him standing in front of you, a box of fruit roll-ups in hand. He refused to make eye contact, simply shoving the box into your hands without a word.

You blinked at him, completely caught off guard. "What’s this?"

He grumbled, his voice almost a growl. "Fine. You can do it."

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. "Really? What made you change your mind?"

He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated but unable to hide the hint of frustration beneath his words. "Does it even matter? Just... let’s get this over with before I change my mind again."

"Okay! Yippie!" You exclaimed.

Without wasting a second, you leapt up from the couch, your excitement bubbling over. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, planting kisses all over his face in a flurry of joy before dragging him to the bedroom to give him the most toe-tingling, sheet-gripping, jaw-breaking blow job of his entire life all with his dick wrapped in a fruit roll up.

Michael Kaiser

“What’s… this?” Kaiser asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and slight confusion as he watched you settle comfortably between his legs, unwrapping a brightly colored fruit roll-up.

You gave him a nonchalant glance, still focused on your task. “A fruit roll-up,” you answered simply, as though the answer was obvious.

He didn’t even flinch as you casually unzipped his pants, a move that was second nature between the two of you. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness. You had an unspoken understanding, a rhythm that allowed such actions to be taken without question. You both made sure to check in with each other, confirming mutual comfort and consent, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious when you did.

Kaiser eyed you intenty, his gaze flickering between your hands and your face, the curiosity and interest clear in his expression. It wasn’t often that he had to wonder about your next move.

“I can see that,” he murmured, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, though his eyes narrowed in on you. “But what exactly are you doing?”

“I’m wrapping it around your dick while I suck you off.” You say casualy.

“What?” He looked at you like you were insane. “The fuck?”

You threw a Fruit Roll-Up at his face, the candy whizzing through the air and slapping against his cheek with an audible squelch.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by it, his expression shifting to one of disbelief as he slowly peeled the sticky fruit snack off his skin. “The hell? What’d you do that for?” he frowned, his voice laced with confusion.

“You talk too much,” you said, your tone cool. “Just let me suck you off with a fruit roll up around it.”

Kaiser’s eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flashing in them. “I never said yes,” he replied, his voice steady, though there was a hint of challenge beneath it.

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “You never said no,”

Kaiser chuckled, the deep sound of amusement escaping him. “You're a strange one, aren’t you?” He smirked, resting his chin in his hand, eyes glinting with something that bordered between mischief and intrigue. “But I like strange. It keeps things interesting."

He leaned forward slightly, making the moment feel far more dramatic than it had any right to be. He seemed to take your little silly idea and blow it up, turning it into some high-class, avant-garde experience, as if he were about to set the stage for a grand performance.

“If we’re doing this,” he grabbed your chin, tilting your face to have your gaze meet his, “we do it my way.”

Ryusei Shidou

Shidou didn’t hesitate. His excitement was instant and electric, the mischievous gleam in his eyes only growing as he took a step toward you, rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist about to unveil his latest, chaotic experiment.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s get weird!” he cheered, his voice booming with confidence.

You blinked at him, barely processing his enthusiasm, but the way he immediately dove into brainstorming ideas made you grin despite yourself. Shidou was never one to shy away from insane shit like this.

“What if we melt chocolate on it? Or dip it in Red Bull? OOH, what if we—”

“Ryu, no,” you cut him off, shaking your head, but even as you spoke, you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the possibilities were. Chocolate and Red Bull? He was serious about it too, you could see it in his eyes.

“Ryu, yes.” He pushed back.

His unwavering energy propelling him into territory you weren’t even sure you’d signed up for. A fruit roll-up was one thing, but now, the absurd ideas were starting to sound less like wild jokes and more like they could actually happen.

“Just imagine, Y/n. We could put gummy bears on it. Or maybe marshmallows. Maple syrup. Do you even know how good that would be?”

You stared at him, trying to process the combination of ingredients he was suggesting. The thought alone made your stomach do the thing (your pancreas crying from that diabetic nightmare), but for some reason, you could almost see it working. You did like those snacks,

But still, you had to draw a line somewhere.

“Red bull? Isn’t that a little... too much? Like, even for you?”

Shidou’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Not enough,” he said matter-of-factly, throwing his arms wide in dramatic flair. “It needs to be bold, right? We’re talking flavor explosion. This isn’t a snack, it’s a masterpiece.”

“Let’s just start with the fruit roll-up, we’ll think about the other stuff after.”

Shidou looked disappointed for all of two seconds before a devilish grin crossed his face again. “Deal. But just so you know, you’ve opened Pandora’s box. I’m not responsible for where this goes.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. The man was practically salivating over the idea of you giving him blowjobs with various snacks on his dick.

You unwrapped the fruit roll-up slowly, the shiny, sticky paper catching the light. Shidou purred at the sight of your delicate hands working so meticulously into wrapping it around his throbbing cock. You looked so pretty, all concentrated as you did the strangest things with him. That’s why he loved you, you matched his freak.

By the time it was all over, Shidou had somehow convinced you to incorporate donuts, bagels, whipped cream, honey, and even the gummy worms he so desperately wanted you to use. When the chaos finally settled, your throat ached, your stomach full, and your face was a mess—covered in a mix of food crumbs, sugar, and the remnants of his sweet, milky cum.

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theresatzu · 13 days 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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suksatoru · 3 months ago

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ blue lock masterlist.

𝐬. 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 ── .✦

one shots and drabbles.

another love itoshi sae came to spain with dreams bigger than the skies themselves. after watching his future be crushed to dust, he fails rin and decides he's not cut out for the big brother role. but then, itoshi sae meets you, and he realizes he has a second chance to try and be a better man. plus, if there was one person in the world sae could openly admit to loving—it was you.

hubby sae there's sae fussing over his wife—and then there's sae fussing over his wife when she's pregnant.

morning muse waking up every morning next to a man with the body of a greek god is something you never take for granted.

more than a good lover it didn't matter what the world thought of him—as long as he had you.

𝐫. 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 ── .✦

one shots and drabbles.

sixth sense rin has a special sixth sense reserved just for you and your silly antics

he loves her rin is a private lover, not a secret one. but unfortunately for him, yoichi isagi still manages to figure out that his grumpy teammate has a girlfriend!

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pandas-pandemonium · 1 year ago

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Caught up with Blue Lock, and re-reading @yestrday 's musings about the yandere Blue Lock boys has inspired this lil scenario with Yandere!Nagi

The Opportunist

Content: Yandere! Nagi x GN!Reader, subtle manipulation (towards Reader), implied sexual harassment (not involving Nagi), implied yandere harem; all characters have been aged up to 18 and above

How long have you been like this? An hour? Maybe even two? You lost track a while ago since Nagi snatched your phone away and completely encased your smaller body within his much larger physique. It was suffocating, and the man hadn't moved for the past hour or so since you agreed to be his cuddle buddy as part of a deal you struck with him.

You give him an hour of your undiverted time and attention and he won't alert the rest to your location. You were desperate when you agreed, having been worn down by the mass onslaught of hungry, egotistical men who demanded every bit of your attention and physical being. There was not a single day that you weren't being hounded or dragged around by someone.

Bachira clung onto you like glue, Isagi would constantly invade your personal space, one time even showing up unannounced at your house. Even more self-centred types like Kaiser would pop up randomly at the most inappropriate times. You still couldn't believe Ness broke the lock on the bath stall just for Kaiser to force his way in. Those ten minutes in the shower were absolute hell. He didn't try anything but with how his hands "accidentally" brushed against your body, he might as well have.

And so, you were now in this predicament. On the one day, a once in a blue moon moment when no one seemed to be hovering around you, your peace was snatched away when you escaped into what you thought was an empty classroom only to fall in the trap of Nagi Seishiro.

Nagi's grip was tight. And you had no idea how he found it comfortable to be squished against the classroom table. Then again, he was using you as a pillow so maybe that was helping him. Not you, however. The blunt edge of the table was beginning to dig into your ribs and your arms were going numb.

"Nagi..." you whispered out, your hands digging into his arms, trying to pry them off you but he only tightened his hold.

"Don't go..." You craned your neck to check on him. He was just speaking in his sleep. Damn it, how strong was this guy? All he did was play football and game, so how were his arms so freaking strong?

"Nagi!" you squirmed again, trying your hardest to push yourself off of him. As you did, you felt him stir.

"Hm? Has it been an hour already?" he asked, his voice still husky from sleep.

"More than that, you dumbass! Let me go! I held up the end of my deal, so leave already!" you yelled out as you managed to pull his arms off you. The moment you felt yourself launch forward from the force needed to push yourself off him, you felt yourself crashing back down as he pulled you into his chest once more.

"You stayed," he whispered, his voice soft against your ear. You blinked.

"Huh?"

"Even though you claim to hate me, you stayed." You were starting to feel uneasy, as his arms began to creep around you again, bringing you back into that stronghold you were in earlier.

"I- I had no choice! Your grip is too damn strong!" you tried to refute, once again trying to pry his arms off you to no avail.

"That's a relief. It's such a hassle trying to get you to stay with me when all those bastards keep swarming you like pests..." You felt his nose nuzzle into your neck as he pressed his lips against your shoulder. "Reo keeps suggesting we keep you on a leash, but isn't that a pain in itself? I mean, I'd rather have you like this."

What was he going on about?

"Nagi!" you tried once more to get off him, but he only continued to press his face deeper into your skin.

"Seishiro."

You froze, and turned your head to face him. His grey eyes were staring deep into your soul.

"Call me Seishiro. Isn't that what romantic partners do?"

"Wha- we're not-"

"We should be. That way less people will try to take you from me. Why do they bother anyway? Chasing you down hallways, barging into your house... are they stupid? Those idiots keep putting so much effort to have you when it's so much easier when you fall straight into my arms like this with little to no trouble at all."

You began to feel his hands move upwards towards your face as he turned you to face him. Now that you were, he grabbed hold of your face and pressed his own forehead against yours, his eyes tinged with a hint of mania.

"You agree, right? Aren't you sick of those bastards coming after you every day? It's why you're here with me, isn't it?"

You couldn't deny that. It was true, you were sick of it. And his words made sense to you. After all, out of the rest, Nagi was one of the aces of the academy and relatively low maintenance.

Slowly, you reached up to grasp his hand in yours, and as you did, he smiled.

"Then that's settled. You better not run from me anymore, okay?"

And as you nodded, you ignored the unsettling pit in your stomach that told you were making a mistake.

#yandere blue lock #yandere nagi seishiro #yandere blue lock x reader #yandere nagi x reader #yandere bllk

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hrts4nagi · 1 month ago

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she's the man!

pairing :: itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis :: hiori y/n is devastated after the news of the girls soccer team being cut from the sport program and unable to join the boys team. to rub more salt on the wound, she just broke off with her long-time boyfriend. devising a plan, she disguises herself as her twin brother to take his place at blue lock academy, an all-male prep school.

what she doesn't expect is falling for the star player of the academy.

016.

"ta dah!"

miko’s mouth gapes open in shock, taking in your appearance. “this is so freaky. you and your brother look scarily alike! it's like if i only saw the back of both your heads, i wouldn't be able to tell you guys apart.”

“don’t catch feelings for me now.” you tease.

she rolls her eyes playfully, shoving you. “gross! even if you are twins, you’re still your each person! plus, i know way too much about you to like you that way.”

“uhm rude?”

miko shakes her head ushering you back to the bathroom. “okay get out of that get up and let’s go! my friends are waiting!"

“wait. what am i supposed to wear?”

she sighs. “give me one second.”

you watch as she browses through her closet. miko hums before grabbing a baby pink top and a matching skirt. “perfect! try this on!”

you blink staring at the garments in hand. “it's very uhm, pink.”

“yeah yeah. hurry up!”

you get shoved back into the bathroom with an ‘oof.’

“wow, it’s nice wearing cute clothes for a change!” you twirl around in your new fit.

miko claps. “you pull it off really well! i gotta give your closet a makeover.”

“what’s wrong with my closet?”

“y/n. one half of your closet is sweats and the other half is soccer and athletic wear.”

“right!”

your attention focuses on the arcade upcoming on your right. the sounds of buttons clicking and joysticks moving fill your ears as the vibrant-neon lights enter your vision. you squint, fazed by the sudden change. scanning the arcade, your eyes land on a familiar mop of hair.

“hey isn’t that?” you squint your eyes for confirmation.

“who?”

you jump onto the familiar white-haired man’s shoulders. “boo!”

nagi flinches as a loud ‘you lost’ emits from the speaker, he turns to you with a frown etched onto his face. “huh, who are you?”

“nagi it’s me.”

confused, he tilts his head. “no, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“nagi. it’s me, y/n.”

“oh. you look different.”

“no, really?”

“you don’t look too bad out of that ugly wig.” he remarks.

you huff placing your hands on your hips. “what was that about my hair?” you sigh looking around the arcade. “why aren’t you with the rest of the guys?”

“wanted to catch up on gaming.” he muses, inserting another token into the machine.

“mind if we join you?”

“why not?”

miko sat out after getting destroyed in a 1v1 against nagi. she sulked, excusing herself to grab a drink from a nearby vending machine.

“woah, you’re actually pretty good.” nagi muses, turning to face you. “you might even be better than your brother.”

“what can i say! i guess the twin genes run strong!”

suddenly, a familiar voice calls out. “there you are nagi!”

once more, nagi gets startled, losing his game. annoyed, he brushes bachira’s hands off his shoulders.

“c’mon can’t i catch a break.” he grumbles in defeat.

the two of you turn around to be met with well everyone! otoya’s eyes widen after getting a good look at your face. “woah, who’s this cutie?”

bachira squints staring at you. “you look super familiar.”

you make eye contact with karasu as he opens his mouth to speak but gets cut off.

“she’s hiori’s sister.” you facepalm at this. you didn't exactly plan to bump into your teammates on your one free day off. you sigh preparing yourself.

isagi turns to face you. “he said he’s unavailable today, you happen to know where he is?”

“nope!” you reply, a bit too fast. “he’s probably at a pc cafe or something. you know him, a huge gamer.”

“the most i've seen him play is brawl stars on his phone.” reo speaks up.

“i should try ringing him.” chigiri says pulling out his phone. your eyes widen in fear at his action. if chigiri pressed the call button, your cover surely would've been blown.

“no!”

they all turn to look at you in confusion.

you clear your throat. “don’t bother, i already tried. it rang like 20 times.”

a chorus of ‘oh’s come from the group.

“oh hey! did i miss something?” miko blinks looking at the scene.

you mouth, ‘i’ll explain' to her as she nods.

“wanna join us? we were about to do karaoke?”

“sure, why not!” you look to miko for confirmation and she nods, grabbing her phone cancelling plans with her friends.

you look at rin, realizing he was staring at you. turning your head away to avoid contact out of embarrassment, it was weird facing rin without your disguise on.

“well come on! let's go!” bachira tugs you towards him, as you yelp in the process.

so much for a day off.

a/n: hi! sorry for the extreme lack of updates, life has been life :( the next chapter is already in the works, i'm aiming to release it by thursday/friday!

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neeeooon · 2 months ago

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(un)official hype squad ;

10 | red bean bun

"it sucks that rin couldn't make it," mei mused as she picked at her sushi.

isagi turned to face her, his drink gurgling as he sucked on the straw. "does it, though?" chuckling to herself, ayumi nudged the boy but didn't say anything as she continued eating her dinner.

it was strange, sitting around with a bunch of teenagers you'd never met, but not as uncomfortable as you anticipated. you sat between bachira and nagi, the latter quiet as he "secretly" played mobile games under the table.

"what's that, y/n?" bachira asked, grabbing your attention as he pointed at the little sack on the seat beside you. you hummed and picked it up, placing it on the table for him to see. "for rin." you didn't say more, but bachira caught the awkward shift in your posture and didn't push. "cool!" he grinned, and you returned the look with a small smile.

your group decided to call it when the sky darkened, remembering their "before dark" deadline. after learning about the blue lock team, you realized you probably should have given rin's treat to nagi, since he would be training more closely with the #1 player, but you felt that chigiri was the most mature in the little group of five and tapped him on the shoulder before he could leave.

"chigiri? can you please make sure rin gets this? don't tell him it's from me, though."

chigiri's expression remained composed as he took the bag, but his eyes glimmered as if begging to ask you about it. "no problem. have a good night, y/n!"

"good luck with your practice!" chiyo shouted as she waved goodbye to the boys, who were piling into anri's car. bachira's arm waved wildly back at her, his face beaming. "bye, chiyo! bye yumi and mei and y/n!"

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justwinginglife · 5 months ago

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It’s so red flag of me that I only simp for Yoichi Isagi when he’s CRAZY 😂 normal, nice Isagi is like meh. But psychotic, egoist Isagi? Top tier. Love him.

#han’s musings #blue lock #isagi yoichi

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cruel-hiraeth · 2 months ago

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i think nagi gets off on the idea that he could very easily overpower you if he wanted to

#it’s. a control thing. control which reo never let him have—control that he didn’t realize he wanted until isagi #control that he very much likes to exert with you #nyah #— musings #— nagi seishiro #— blue lock

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cursedfell · 6 months ago

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bachira jumps into isagi's arms !!

isagi doesn’t think. the second bachira launches himself, isagi’s arms move on their own, steady and certain, catching him midair before they can both tumble to the ground. the impact sends a jolt through him, but his feet dig in, his body adjusting instantly. it’s almost like muscle memory—like he was built to do this.

for a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of his own breathing, sharp and uneven, and the weight of bachira clinging to him. isagi’s face flushes hot, the realization of what just happened hitting him all at once.

“what the hell…” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper, but his arms tighten instinctively, holding bachira close. his heart is pounding like crazy, hammering against his ribs so loud he’s sure bachira can hear it.

he tries to say something else—anything—but all he can manage is a frustrated groan. the warmth of bachira pressed against him, the way it all happened so fast, like it was natural for him to be the one to catch him—it’s too much.

“seriously, what is wrong with you…” he mumbles, though his grip doesn’t loosen. his face burns hotter, and he glances away, hoping to get a grip on himself, but the sensation of bachira’s weight is impossible to ignore.

dammit. as much as he wants to yell or shove him off, his body refuses to cooperate, holding him steady like it’s second nature. stupid. why does this feel so stupidly normal?

#psielapki #muse: isagi (blue lock)#STOPpPP THEY'RE SO GAY.#all instinct.........

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thewritetofreespeech · 8 days ago

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Could I request 🎼with Isagi?

Send 🎼 and I will put my music player on shuffle and write a drabble about our muses based on a song

“Are you sure you have to go now?” Isagi asked, for probably the 8th time, as he sat crisscross on his bed. His leg jittering with anxiety as he didn’t want [Y/N] to go yet.

“If I want to make my flight I do.” The forward grumbled. “Come on. Don’t pout.” [Y/N] insisted as they came over and gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll be back next free weekend.”

“But that’s a whole month.” Isagi replied, actively pouting now. They didn’t get a lot of free weekends at Blue Lock, but when he did all he wanted was to spend it with [Y/N]. But they were out there, and he was stuck in here. Excited, elated, enjoying every minute of it, but still stuck in here.

He jumped off the bed and wrapped his arms around [Y/N] as they tried to finish packing. “Sayin' you got a flight, need an early night? No.” He nuzzled at their neck. “Don’t go yet.”

[Y/N] melted back into embrace. The will to argue with him fading. “I can’t miss my flight….”

“Stay a little longer.” He told them as they kissed their neck. “Know you really wanna.” Another kiss behind their ear. “Stay a little longer.”

The fight all but left [Y/N], and they rationalized that if they got up earlier, and the trains ran perfectly, and no one was in security when they arrived, they could make it. “Ok. I won’t go yet.”

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prpfz · 3 months ago

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hihi! eighteen+ looking for oc x cc doubles! but i’m happy to write cc x cc for your side, if you prefer that! i have a list of fandoms i’m interested in and would love to pick up some new threads for! currently have the most brainrot for these fandoms (italics are for preferred love interests) :

jujutsu kaisen : toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, megumi fushiguro

black butler : sebastian michaelis

chainsaw man : kishibe

blue lock : michael kaiser, yoichi isagi, alexis ness

my hero academia : shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya

resident evil : leon kennedy

creepypasta : eyeless jack

i write on discord with tupperbox, and i prefer to make the server. it keeps things much more organized, and i like using pretty layouts! my length is flexible, but i consider myself advanced lit to novella. though, i do really enjoy short au and text threads aside from the main plot!

i am doubling friendly and can write anyone in return! mumus and multiple love interests are also offered! trans + queer muses and interps are also very welcome! all of my muses are lgbt and my side is usually mxm, so you must be okay with that.

nsfw and dead dove themes are required! my plots and characters are darker in nature, so concepts such as noncon, gore, incest, and 🍪 will come up. i love writing vile and raunchy plots, so i’d prefer to write with someone who has little to no limits. we can absolutely discuss triggers in private and what we’d each like to avoid, but please come with an open mind! i also adore plot as much as i do smut, so my plot to smut ratio usually falls between 50:50 or 60:40. i’m open to discussing this, but nsfw themes are required to write with me!

and this isn’t a dealbreaker, but bonus points if your ocs/canon interps are switches! most of my ocs are switches since i love changing up the dynamic, but fixed shipping is completely okay if we’re doubling up! i don’t judge, and this is just a personal preference!

very sorry for yapping, but i wanted to get everything out of the way! if you’re still interested, please interact and i’ll get back to you asap! 🖤

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theresatzu · 16 days ago

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Just one question. What can go wrong? (Jinxed it)

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Featuring: Isagi x reader

Tropes: Fluff, slight angst, canon diversion, future fic

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During an interview, the reporter asked about your and Isagi's relationship. He wasn't prepared for the full blown on love story he would get.

"So, Isagi-san, still going strong in your relationship?

"Oh, yeah!" Isagi pivoted towards the reporter who'd asked the question.

"We've recently moved in together, you see." Isagi elaborated. "It's been awesome so far. The house is actually quite too big for just us two... but well, you never know." Isagi's cheeks flushed.

The reporter opened his mouth to fire off another question, but was cut off by Isagi.

"Oh, and we've got this garden with a special part where I can play football. Sadly, not with the high-tech equipment from back in Blue Lock, but that would be difficult to replicate." Isagi mused.

"I... oh, interesting, so what do you think abo--"

"And well we've got a lounge in the corner. We often stay there, especially in the summer in the evenings." Isagi continued, caught unaware of his interrupting the reporter.

Isagi's expression turned thoughtful. "I think aside from the football arena, that place is the most special to me."

"Oh, and why then, Isagi-san?" The reporter finally managed to interject.

Eyes lighting up, Isagi regaled, "It's just... special, you know?" His eyes turned wistful, gazing faraway in the distance. "It was there where I got the news that I was accepted in Re Al, and I remember us sitting the whole night there."

That night, not too long ago, held a special place in Isagi's heart.

Not only because it was the news he had acquired, but also because he could share it with you, his most devoted supporter and his perpetual pillar of support.

He could still remember the day as if it were yesterday.

The high-strung tension when he'd gotten the call, followed up by the pure excitement and pride gleaming within him.

Ending with the love sprouting in his chest, when you flung yourself into his arms, elated giggles spilling from your mouth, so infectious he had burst out in laughter of mirth, too.

"You did it, you did it!" You chanted, your face against his chest and arms slung around his waist.

"I... did." Isagi gasped, amazed.

You pulled back, your eyes finding his. "I'm proud of you."

Isagi's heart burst at the sincere tone in your voice, warmth coalescing in his chest, as he lunged forward, capturing your lips with his.

In his excited fevour, he had moved too fast, bumping your foreheads together.

Groaning both simultaneously at the collision, you instantly retreated, holding the bruising spot.

Isagi's eyes widened. "Oh, I didn't mean... sorry--"

"Pfft--" You snorted. "You silly." You slapped his arm playfully.

Scratching his neck abashedly, a charming flush appeared on his cheeks, a lopsided grin his lips.

"Sorry. Let me try again."

Now, he moved with more deliberation, he stepped forward, placing his hand on your lower back to lightly push you in his chest.

He dipped his head downwards, soft lips meeting yours in the middle.

His other hand came to cup your cheek, thumb lightly brushing against the skin, causing goosebumps to erupt on your arms.

Your lips moved in tandem with his, pushing against his bottom lip, making him see stars even when his eyes were closed.

He sighed in the kiss, that turned into a groan when you tugged at the baby hairs on his nape.

At last he pulled back, being met with flushed cheeks and reddened lips. The sight made his heart tremble, urging him to lean in once more, yet he reeled himself in.

Eyes squinting happily, he took your hand, pulling you down with him on the long sofa.

Your legs tangled together as you laid down next to him, head propped on his chest and silky hair falling in front of your face.

A small smile flitted across Isagi's lips. He brushed the stray lock behind your ear, finger lingering for just a second longer.

"You're amazing, you know that, right?" You whispered, even though no one was near to overhear.

"I couldn't have done it without you." He whispered in return, his warm breath ghosting over your face.

You snorted. "Of course you can. You're Isagi Yoichi, Demon King, Blue Lock's Heart, need I go on?" You said dramatically, swishing your hands about in elaborate gesticulations.

Isagi's eyes softened in affection. "I prefer to be yours."

"It would make sense that that place is special to you now." The reporter mused.

"Yeah. But it also contains... less happy memories." Isagi frowned, digging in his memories.

"It had been when I had overworked myself during the World Cup." He lightly chuckled. "I was exhausted, and had completely depleted all of my energy."

"I can imagine. The time coming before the World Cup must've been nerve-wracking, right?" The reporter inquired.

Isagi nodded. "Yeah. My days were mostly filled with training and the occasional meal. But I didn't take enough breaks and I was on the verge of collapsing."

Hanging onto every word Isagi was saying, the reporter urged, "So, how is this tied to the garden?"

Isagu chuckled. "I got home, from yet another training. It must've been what... 10, 11 pm? I had been gone for the whole day, and she was waiting there. I remember she looked tired, too, but I thought she still looked as beautiful as ever."

"That's sweet." The reporter gushed.

"Yeah." Isagi concurred. "But we did have our first big fight there."

Isagi quietly tip-toed in the garden, making sure to skip the stones making loud creaks.

It was already dark outside, the only light coming from the moon.

Grass crackled underneath his feet, as Isagi slowly made his way to the door.

"Where have you been?" A sharp voice cut through the silence.

Isagi flinched. A flickering light was lit, and there you were, sitting on the sofa, leg slung over another, an unimpressed look on your face.

"I... uhm... the grocery store?"

"They're all closed."

Isagi pursed his lips.

Sighing, you stood up, making your way to him.

"This has to stop." You said firmly. "I hardly see you anymore. You're working yourself to the bone. Isagi, you've lost weight, you're like a shadow to your former self!"

Your voice echoed harshly. Isagi's eyes blinked at the use of his last name.

Isagi exhaled, jaw tensing. "Don't you understand? You always do." He pleaded. "I have to, I'm not good enough otherwise."

"Who told you that?" You whispered, voice trembling. "Of course you're good enough! Have you forgotten what you've already accomplished?"

"No, of course not." Isagi dragged a weary hand across his face. God, he was just so tired.

"...I just want to win the World Cup."

Your eyes narrowed, lips slanted into a thin line. "Not like this. You're disappearing, Isagi. I'm afraid of losing you." Your vision turned blurry at your last words. You blinked harshly, but a tear managed to escape.

Isagi's heart cracked, his arm lifted to wipe it away, but the tortured look in your eyes caused him to waver and redraw his hand in an aborted motion. He clenched his fists.

"Your friends are worried. I am worried." You exclaimed, corners of your eyes reddening.

"You can't go on like this. Someone has to step in. I'm sorry... but I can't watch you go on like this."

Isagi's eyes widened, as he took a step forward, his legs unsteady. "Wait... what do you mean... please, please, don't tell me--"

"I can't watch on the sidelines and see you suffer, Isagi." You uttered softly. "I know I can't change your mind." You stepped forward, the raw emotion in your eyes becoming visible in the sliver of moonlight.

"I'll be waiting, love. Come visit me when you've won." You pushed past him, shoulders brushing against his.

"Take care, Isagi." You let the keys fall in his hands.

Isagi's eyes flared open, panic now settling into him. "No, no. No, please... don't go. Don't leave!"

You turned around, Isagi's breath caught in his throat. Your eyes were teary, nose red. Yet you still looked ethereal.

You smiled softly, "It would've always come down to this. Return to me when I'm part of your dreams, too."

"No... you said you understood..." Isagi walked up to you, eyes frantic, as his trembling hands cupped your face.

"You said I didn't have to choose..."

At his words, tears at last slipped free from your eyes. Your heart thudded painfully in your body, bursting of the raw emotion building in you.

You wrenched yourself free, a choked noise falling from your lips.

"You already have."

With that, you wrenched yourself free, slowly walking away.

The sight of Isagi crumbling was the last thing you saw before you walked out.

"How... devastating..." The reporter's eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

"Yeah..." Isagi huffed, but his eyes were misty.

"She really woke me up that night." He let out a chuckle at the irony.

"She had already seen that relentlessy overexerting myself was reckless and would amount to nothing. But I didn't listen to her." He hung his head, melancholy tinting his tone.

"Her leaving me is what strove me to be better." His voice caught on, the barest of smiles on his face.

"From that day onward, I took more breaks. Ate more meals. It was only when I sat down with a steaming plate before me that I realised how hungry I actually was." Isagi chuckled.

"Yet, I barely saw her. She had gone to her parents' house, three hours distanced from mine. It was impossible to reach her."

"You missed her?"

That was an understatement. "Felt like I couldn't go on without her."

"So," The reporter cleared his throat, changing subjects. "How did it go with the World Cup?"

Isagi brightened. "It went well. First round against Spain. We won. Italy and France were tough opponents, though, so we barely managed to snatch the win there."

The reporter nodded, eyes understanding. "Yeah, those were some trifling matches."

"Mhm. But Germany was the most daunting of opponents of all." Isagi's eyes were set serious. "We had a hard time defeating them. Eventually, we ended up in a tie, so it came down to penalties."

The clamour of the crowd was ear-deafening. A rush overtook Isagi as his heart hammered wildly in his chest.

This was it. The final match. The final countdown.

Germany was first. Kaiser walked up to the ball, a cocky expression on his face, his shoulders squared in a confident manner.

He shot. Kaiser Impact as awe-inspiring as ever.

He scored.

Then came Rin. He shot with a beautiful arc.

Goal.

And so, players from both opposing teams each took their turns. Cheers erupted by each score, sighs flared up when someone missed.

Eventually, the score was tied, once again.

And now it was Isagi's turn. The last person to shoot. He would determine the match's outcome.

A heavy weight pressed onto him, sweat beaded on his forehead. When he walked forward, his knees felt weak and his hands shook.

His special weapon was direct shot, but he wouldn't get passed to. He was all alone.

The roars of the crowd reached a thundering crescendo, until that was all he could hear.

With shaking legs, Isagi pushed himself towards the spot, positioning himself behind the ball.

Doubt gnawed at him as he surveyed the goal. Go left, right? High corner, low corner?

He didn't know.

He was alone.

Until he wasn't.

"Yoi!" Isagi's breath stilted. Had he imagined it?

"Ichi! You can do this!"

No he definitely hadn't. His head turned frantically, trying to locate you.

A figure waved, and his eyes locked onto yours.

It was as if a dam broke. Emotion burst out of his chest. Sorrow, guilt, elation, love, it all threatened to overwhelm him.

You'd come.

After all this time... you still believed in him.

Renewed vigour overtook him, as he determinedly set his eyes on the goal.

He exhaled, a puffy cloud in the clear night.

He wasn't alone. He had his teammates, his parents, and above all, you, who believed in him.

He could do this.

The wind brushed through his locks, the grass parted as he ran.

He drew his leg back, and kicked the ball.

It sifted through the air, spinning and curving, until--

"GOALL!!! ISAGI YOICHI HAS SEALED THE VICTORY FOR JAPAN! JAPAN HAS NOW TAKEN THE WORLD CUP SINCE YEARS!!"

Screams erupted, someone shouted, a flurry of bodies crashed into Isagi.

He let out an elated laugh, gasping when he was pushed onto someone's shoulders. His teammates patted his arms, exhausted grins on their faces, but a gleam of victory sparkled in their eyes.

A fervent rush overtook him, he quickly pulled himself free, rushing and running, his legs almost giving out under him, yet he kept on sprinting.

"Y/n!" He shouted.

And there you were.

Eyes sparkling, hair tousled by the wind, and the light casting your face in an otherwordly glow. A wide grin on your face, solely for him.

Just as beautiful as the night he lost you.

"You came," he breathed.

"You scored." You beamed.

High on adrenaline and bursting from the whiplash he got from seeing you, Isagi couldn't contain himself.

He surged forward, capturing your lips with his. You let out a squeak of surprise that was quickly muffled by his lips seamlessly moving with yours.

It was as if you'd never been apart. His lips slided against yours, your body melting against his, like a puzzle piece slotting in. His hands squeezed your hips and it was as if no time had passed since that dreadful night in the backyard.

Isagi pulled back. "You called me "Yoi"" He mumbled against your lips.

"It's your name isn't it?"

"I've missed it. Say it again." Isagi demanded eagerly, eyes shining.

You let out an amused laugh, "Yoichi. Ichi, Yoi. My love."

A lovesick grin spread across Isagi's lips. He let his head fall in the junction of your shoulderblades.

"I've missed you." He said against your skin.

Your hands raked affectionately through his hair.

"You never lost me."

"Wow... just wow." The reporter sucked in a deep breath. He had never anticipated he would get this whole love story.

"Yeah, so, uh, that happened." Isagi shrugged. As if he didn't just drop his whole backstory on the reporter.

Then, Isagi's eyes widened.

"Oh, I'll have to go now. I promised Y/n to be home early. Thank you for the interview!" He waved modestly, leaving the room.

The reporter was stunned. He sat there, on the notes scribbled Isagi's love story, not one football term in sight.

During the whole interview, profesional football player Isagi Yoichi hadn't mentioned football once.

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