#shido ryusei x you

[shomatoriashi]

11/01/24; 06:50pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you steal their hoodies ]

featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, shido ryusei

warnings: unedited; potentially ooc.

lately, it seemed as though each and every one of his hoodies were beginning to disappear on him-

a fact that itoshi rin wasn’t all too happy about.

take this morning, for example. rain was felt pelting against his windows, and he had no intention of doing his usual run in this weather without at least some semblance of protection.

what rin was searching for was his favorite hoodie, the one that was colored in muted grey tones and was large enough to engulf the entirety of his form. spending what felt like an eternity searching for it, rin ends up letting out a grunt of frustration as he grips his hair tightly in response.

“where is it?”

he begins grumbling to himself, dimly aware of the sounds of soft footsteps making its way towards his room. ignoring the sound, he sighs before searching through yet another drawer once more.

“rin? what’s wrong?”

rin stops his maddening search for his hoodie while glancing back at you, his shoulders now slumped in defeat when he sees the same jacket he had been searching for on your form.

a slight pout was seen on his features when he takes casual strides toward you. even when he felt the slight annoyance coursing through him, just seeing your oblivious smile was enough to make his heart soften considerably.

of course all of his hoodies would wind up in your position, since that was your privilege as his girlfriend.

pinching at the bridge of his nose, rin lets out an exasperated sigh of your name. you tilt your head at him, expression filled with concern when he catches you off guard by suddenly wrapping an arm around your waist. rin ends up scooping you up into his arms while walking out of his room together with you.

you gasp, trying to steady yourself by planting your hands against his broad shoulders, “r-rin! what are you doing- ah…”

rin remains silent, carrying you toward the couch while settling down against its plush seat. he delves his fingers into your hair, allowing you to sit on top of his lap. not answering your question, he hides his face within the curve of your neck, basking in your warmth with his hair settled over his eyes.

after a few seconds, you visibly relax against him. now smiling warmly at him, you gently pat down his hair, making rin press a lingering kiss against the side of your neck before admitting to you, “that hoodie you’re wearing- i was looking for it. i wanted to go out on a run with it on.”

“ah, i’m sorry rin! i’ll try to stop stealing your hoodies…” you were ready to take it off, but was stopped by rin. he grips at your wrist, gently preventing you from removing his hoodie when he tells you.

“don’t… you can keep the hoodie… it looks better on you anyways.” rin presses a lingering kiss against your hair all while whispering to you, “besides, you can always keep me warm instead.”

itoshi sae was all too eager to surprise you, not even alerting you of his return home.

with a considerable bounce in his step, sae carefully holds the bouquet of roses in his hand while rolling his luggage across the hallways. he continues his trek before stopping directly in front of your shared apartment, slotting his key directly into the lock, letting out a hum upon feeling it click open.

he grins, stepping into his home, basking in the lingering scent of you. sae stops walking and takes a moment to breathe everything in, hearing the sounds of your favorite movie playing as he allows it to lead him back to you.

no longer concerned about his luggage, sae keeps the bouquet of roses close to his chest all while running a hand through his hair. your name was about to fall from his parted lips when he finally enters your bedroom-

only to feel his heart melt upon seeing the sight settled in front of him.

here you were, asleep in bed while surrounded by what had to be a pile of his hoodies. in fact, it truly appeared as though you had tossed aside the comforter in favor of your nest made completely out of his hoodies.

sae shakes his head, but his eyes were filled with adoration for you, setting aside the bouquet as he inched closer to you. with careful movements, he makes sure not to jostle the bed too much, allowing his added weight to lightly sink the mattress. admiring your sleeping features, sae gently frames at your face while caressing at your skin with the pad of his thumb.

feeling his gentle caress makes you stir in your sleep, with your eyes slowly opening as you finally met with his gaze. your eyes were still hazy, not quite comprehending whether you were still dreaming, or if your boyfriend finally returned home-

yet the way he says your name was unmistakable.

you gasp, letting out a string of curses before sitting up in bed, completely caught off guard.

it was clear that you were getting flustered now, with sae noticing the heat settled on your cheeks as he gives you a sly grin. he picks up one of his many hoodies and raises an eyebrow at you, clearly wishing to tease you and elicit even more adorable reactions out of you.

“what’s this?”

you began to pout, folding both arms across your chest while refusing to meet his gaze. “i-i didn’t think you’d be back so soon… and… and i missed you. i just… wanted to surround myself with your scent… that’s all.”

your endearing honesty was too much for sae to handle, with your boyfriend being unable to hold back when he tackles you in bed. you were ready to protest against him, but end up surrendering to his whims when he peppers your features with kisses that conveyed just how much he had missed you, too.

when nagi seishiro wakes up from his nap all while feeling a cold chill running through his spine, he lazily gets off of the couch and begins to make his way back to his bedroom.

still feeling lethargic, he lets out a yawn, his movements more like a crawling pace now as he decided to put on one of his favorite hoodies. knowing that he had placed the navy blue jacket within the confines of his closet, he opens it-

only to realize that it was nowhere in sight.

a tiny frown paints his expression, with the young man scratching at his head. “weird… i remember hanging it up.”

letting out a huff, he shuts his closet door and decided to use the next best thing-

you.

since he had chosen you to be his girlfriend, he was allowed unlimited cuddles with you, and to him, that was a pretty sweet way for him to warm up again.

believing that you had just finished your shower and had yet to come out, he walks toward the bathroom and knocks on the door, only to feel his frown growing deeper when he pushes it open to find it empty.

pinpricks of panic was felt rising against his throat when he runs around the apartment, wondering where the hell you could possibly be and why he couldn’t seem to find you-

just as he was about to call you, seishiro freezes in his tracks upon hearing the door unlock before opening, revealing your happy expression as you carried some bags of groceries in your hand while wearing something achingly familiar to him.

“hi sei! sorry, i went out to buy groceries and let you nap. i figured you were tired, and i know how much you wanted to eat curry rice today.” you tell him with a hum as you stepped into the kitchen.

his heart slowly begins to calm down, its palpitations finally ceasing once he caught sight of you. with you taking out all of the groceries, seishiro joins you while gripping at the end of your hoodie-

“this is mine.”

you tilt your head before looking down at your hoodie, a sheepish smile painting your expression. “ah, i know… but… it’s so big and cozy, and it was a little cold outside. i hope you don’t mind that i borrowed it.”

he shakes his head before wrapping both arms around the front of your abdomen , “no, i don’t mind at all. it looks good on you…”

you smile up at him, ready to say something when your boyfriend suddenly picks you up within his embrace, holding you tightly against his chest. “ah, sei! what are you doing? i need to start making dinner…!”

“it can wait… sleepy… need you to keep me warm.” seishiro lets out a yawn, carrying you with ease toward your shared bedroom before landing against the bed with you. your gasp immediately turns into soft laughter, allowing your boyfriend to hide his face within the curve of your neck, tangling his limbs with yours before closing his eyes.

knowing that you were prone to spoiling your boyfriend, you simply lay back in bed all while massaging at his scalp, allowing your beloved to get some much needed rest as he cuddles his body closer to yours.

“dammit, where the hell is it?”

shido ryusei was practically tearing apart his room, searching for his favorite hoodie. he swore he had searched every nook and cranny for it, but it had yet to appear.

was he losing his mind?

“tch.”

running a hand across his hair, he comes out of his room and calls out to you, “babe, have you seen my hoodie?!”

you were currently on your phone, snacking on some strawberry pocky as you allowed the treat to hang from your lips, your eyes going wide upon noticing your boyfriend’s grumpy mood. realizing what he had said, you let out a gasp and look down at the oversized, burgundy hoodie that practically engulfs your form.

“ah… you wouldn’t be looking for this hoodie, right?” you ask him with a nervous giggle.

with his eyes flashing with mischief, you watch as ryusei licks his lips, “you little minx…”

you shyly meet his gaze, watching as he stalks forward before settling himself on the couch. he lays across your body, eyes trailing down toward the strawberry pocky that was still hanging loosely from your lips. ryusei’s smirk seems to widen when an idea hits him.

taking the other end of your pocky within his mouth, he begins to slowly bite away at the sweet treat, not tasting anything when he manages to swallow it whole before pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. feeling his chest fill with warmth at the sound of your moans, ryusei purposely teases you when he traces at the border of your lips with the tip of his tongue.

hearing you let out a soft squeak makes him smirk against your lips, “hm, what’s that, babe?”

you end up gasping when he takes you in his arms, forgetting all about how you were wearing his favorite hoodie as he decided to continue playing with you by nibbling against the lobe of your ear.

“ryu…! stop, that tickles!” you kept on laughing each time ryusei lightly nips at you, earning rich chuckles from him as he continued to tickle and kiss at your skin.

after all, only you could get away with stealing his favorite hoodie and actually be rewarded with kisses.

end notes: i am so ready for the cozy season where the temperature drops 😭🙌🏻 sweater weather here i come!!!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[f0ofishies]

bestfriend!shidou finding out his favourite water girl (only water girl) never had any experience whatsoever.

"Seriously? no one's ever made ya come–" He would tease you relentlessly after one time you've blurted out during when drunk. He would fucking snickered at that.

"Shidou–!" You huffed at him as you were delivering his bottle to him. The death stare you gave him made him chuckle softly. "We can always change that, y'know?"

How did you even get here again? Ah, right.. Shidou was fucking the daylights out of you in the locker rooms. "Shh.. baby, ya don't want anyone to hear ya riight..?" His big calloused palm over your little mouth. The sweet little swears you let out, it's making him harder than he ever thought. Your tight walls clenching around, the lewd sounds around the empty locker room.

"Shit–! it's only half.. urgh way.. sugar.." After endless of preparations from his tongue and fingers, still fucking tight for him. Your walls spasming around his dick, a sight to behold. And when he finally bottoms out, both of you let out a load moan.

"Thaaat's it... just sucking me right in..." The sounds of skin echoing through out the room. "Ryu–!" You moaned out, fully lifted up against the white tiled wall. "too much,, please..!"

"Shut up,, pretty.. we've just started the dopamine."

[narcjsistx]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 | OS

shidou ryusei x fem reader ; words: 6.7k (6723)

plot: if there's something you love it's the relationship you have with charles, the little player of PxG. one thing you hate is shidou ryusei, the stupidest boy in the entire universe. the positive negative thing is that charles literally considers you and shidou his parents

extra: spoiler from U-20 and NEL arcs, read at your own risk!! jk, but don't read if you don't want big spoilers, and don't complain to me

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

——— FIRST

"Could you be more precise in your throw? The ball goes where it's supposed to go, but you know that a mistake of even a millimeter can make it end up with the opponent. I want you to be precise" you say sitting comfortably on your bench, legs crossed, pen in hand and a notebook resting on your knees "How exactly? Do I have to go like, wah wah and then booosh?" the boy says, sprinting across the field, moving in a way that only he understands perfectly, but that you're now more or less starting to understand "Exactly. I want more mobility from you"

Charles nods "Okay, ma mère!" he says laughing, then goes back to his training. You roll your eyes pretending to be annoyed, but you can't suppress the little smile that appears on your lips: he's been using this nickname for months now, at first it was weird, but now it almost feels strange if he calls you by your name, your real name. It's just that little by little you've become fond of the idea of playing an almost maternal role for Charles, who is actually only a few years younger than you

"Yoo! Where's my favorite boy?" says someone you recognize by their usual shrill tone of voice

Oh, and here's Charles' father figure

What a shitty choice

"Shidou!" the boy shouts running towards the blond, who ruffles his hair as soon as they get close "Usual boring training?" he asks, and you watch them from afar annoyed. You know that Shidou asks this because he knows that you are almost always the one training the ftench genius, except for the rare times Loki does it. Shidou knows you're here, otherwise he wouldn't have looked at you and smiled that usual smile he does because he knows it annoys you

"I wouldn't say boring. I improved a few things with my coach" he says, and you like how Charles defends you in front of that parasite "Improved with Y/n? Then she blinded you too with those same old training sessions..." he says, even seeming sorry for the boy "Training is stupid, all you need is practice on the field" Shidou says starting to run towards the ball, which has remained further away from them. Charles chases him, and between them begins a 1vs1 that leaves you space to hate Shidou in your thoughts

You hate how sure of himself he is, how he always wants to prove himself better than you in front of Charles and everyone in general. You simply hate Ryusei Shidou, but you have to live with the idea that the little blond only listens to you and him in the whole Blue Lock, if not sometimes even Julian Loki. The last match of the Neo Genesis League was about to start, and in a few days PxG would face Bastard Munchen, who you knew were in a bit of a critical situation due to their players. Being on par with Anri in terms of organisation, it was up to you and her to manage the training sessions that Ego administered to the players, and as a result you knew practically everything that was going on in the teams, although you had to remain impartial due to your more present commitment to the french team. You were originally supposed to end up as Chigiri's assistant coach at Manshine City, but at the last minute you asked to coach Charles, and the role was given to you straight away. Charles was not in the Blue Lock training system, he came from a french city whose name you only sometimes remembered. He would not stay here in Japan, at the end of the NEL he would leave like all the other foreign players. Your heart ached a little thinking about it, but you wanted to make him strong first and then think about the separation

When you had the recording videos of the foreign players in hand, he had immediately caught your attention. After a few training sessions together he had already started to trust you: Charles was a child, but you had 9 younger brothers at home who had always given you problems, so managing him was like walking on already studied ground

You weren't sure how Charles had come to hear only you and the other two boys, but you didn't care so much actually. The ball lands a few meters from where you're sitting, and Shidou immediately arrives and picks it up, running back into the middle of the field, but not before staring at you for a few seconds. Here comes the parasite

Shidou had been in the Blue Lock since the beginning of the project, or at least, something like that. During the match against U-20 he had played alongside Sae Itoshi, thus appearing as an enemy. But there was much more underneath

At the beginning of the project, you and Shidou were actually friends, if that's what you could call the relationship. You were the practical part of Ego and Anri, the only one who watched the games on the bench and not through a screen like them. You liked your role, as you liked exchanging a few words with the players. In the end, you had become a bit of a friend to everyone, the only girl in a myriad of boys who only had soccer and food on their minds. And when you say friend to everyone, Ryusei also falls into this category

You joked, you rooted for him, and he rooted for you when you were called up by Ego after some little mistake you made. It happened that he would spend hours and hours on the field just to talk to you while he kicked the ball; if he had some free time after training, he would ask you to get some pink dye and redo the color in his hair. It was a strange relationship, damn strange, but beautiful in your opinion. At least that was before he was muzzled into silence, tied up in a room for Rin Itoshi's safety. You knew he was deadly, but on the one hand you thought, and still think, Ego's behavior was a little excessive. And so Shidou had been "bought" by the prodigy, moved to the U-20 team and brought back to the Blue Lock only at the start of the Neo Genesis League. And from that moment, everything had changed

The first few days after his return you tried to talk to him, thinking that everything was the same as before, but he seemed to be the same but far from you. And so, gradually, you started to hate him and he started to love your annoyed face because of him. And here you are again, trying to ignore the part where you were deeply disappointed when you heard he was leaving for another team. But you preferred that to be ignored, at least by you and the entire world

“ATTENTION!” Charles shouts, and before you know it, the ball lands in your face, knocking you off the bench. You lay there confused for a few seconds, before you see the boy in your field of vision, followed by the blond who doesn't even try to hide his laughter "Maybe the throw was a little crooked, Shidou" says the french kid, looking up at the other "If that's the result, the throw was perfect!" he says laughing. You stay on the floor, this time sitting up while you rub your aching head while listening to the bullshit Shudou says

"Oh no, ma mère, are you going to die?" Charles says smiling at you, and even though you're still in pain you can't help but laugh a little at his comment "I don't think so, Charles. I'd rather someone else die" you say looking up, and immediately the little one starts laughing, but it's not the same for Ryusei, who looks down at you "I guess you're the funny one in your family" he says with a raised eyebrow "Oh trust me, I am. I don't think I can say the same about you. Months after you've been here, you still suck at making people laugh" you say, and the child's laughter becomes louder as Shidou unexpectedly offers you a hand to stand up. You were confused "Huh?" you mutter "I may not be funny, but I'm still a gentleman" he says, and from the tone of his voice it sounds damn sure. You stare at his hand for a while, before deciding that sooner or later you'll have to get up off the ground if you don't want to stay here forever. You're about to grab his hand when he removes it, putting both of them in the pockets of his track pants as he starts walking towards the exit of the infield "I'm kidding. Not that I care about manners so suddenly"

"Oh, fuck you bastard!" you say, getting up from the ground by yourself, while he has already made his way to the exit. You hear him laugh at your comment, as he raises his hand, still with his back to you, waving it "See you, family!" he says in a friendly tone, and this only makes your blood boil even more in your veins

"Mère and Dad are arguing" Charles says, looking at you amused with the usual sharp tooth sticking out of his mouth. You turn to him with a huff, picking up your notebook on the floor before going back to sit on the bench "Let's continue"

——— SECOND

"You should seriously stop eating this crap" you tell the boy, whose mouth is completely full of the pink substance "It's not my problem if you don't like it" he says, continuing to gorge on inordinate amounts of the dessert. The cafeteria is almost completely empty, except for a few other boys from PxG who are sitting in silence eating. Charles always eats sweets before going to sleep, and for a few days now he's been obsessed with a strawberry jelly of who knows what off brand. You take a sip of your tea, ignoring the kid who continues to dirty his tray. It's almost 10pm and you're tired too, today has been a particularly tiring day due to your commitments: between various training sessions and Ego who asked you at least ten times to clean the team's locker room, you've had little time to rest. And you were so damn sleepy, but you knew Charles would keep you awake even past the time he was, technically, supposed to go to his dorm to rest

As the minutes pass, the cafeteria empties. Now there are only you and the boy left, who is on his third helping of his dessert

"I think that's enough" you say taking the container from his hands, throwing it in the bin at the side of your table. You see Charles's face go white, as if you had just told him he can't play soccer "What did you just do?!" he says in shock, moving to put a hand in the bin, probably to get the rest of the portion. You look at him disgusted, taking it from his shirt to lift it up "Take that thing back and I swear tomorrow I'll ask Loki to let you train with him for a whole week"

"You really wouldn't do that. You love me too much, right ma mère?"

"I have to educate you like a mother too, don't I?"

"LEAVE ME ALONE" the kid says kicking, and you let him go because of your tiredness. You watch him tiredly as he runs towards the exit of the cafeteria, rubbing your eyes from tiredness "Charles, come back here-" you say walking towards his direction, but are surprised when you hear someone fall. You walk towards the corridor, where you see Charles on the ground and, in front of him, Shidou on the ground too

With a hint of surprise you notice how, unlike always, Shidou's hair is down instead of straight up. Blonde and pink locks fall over his face, and looking further down you notice that he, like Charles, is not wearing his usual uniform, replaced instead by a gray tank top and blue pajama pants, provided by the Blue Lock. You can't say he's not a good looking, but that's not exactly the context in which you would say that

"Ooouch" the boy says, rubbing his head, probably in pain "Oh! Shidou?" he continues, noticing the boy "I was just looking for you" the boy says, then looks up at you, smiling cheekily "You always have your mommy with you, huh?"

You glare at him, bending down to Charles' height "You okay?" you ask, and he nods "I'd be better off with the pudding still in my hands" he says, and you snort in his face, making him laugh. Shidou looks at you confused, tilting his head "What do you mean?" he asks curiously, and as much as you don't want to explain, Charles is the one who immediately takes care of answering him "She threw a whole pudding in the trash!" he says offended, and you pull his ear "It wasn't a whole pudding, there were barely two spoonfuls left to finish it! And besides, it's not good for you to eat it" you say as if to scold him, and this time too the french kid laughs. Shidou watches you, getting back on your feet and then offering a hand to Charles to get back on his feet. He offers his hand to you too, but you avoid being teased this time too and get up on your own

"You mean the pink shit Ego always puts next to the cutlery?" the boy asks, putting his hands in his pockets. Charles nods frantically "That. You've tried it too, right? It's damn good, in France we don't have-" he says, but Shidou cuts him off "That sucks" he says in a disgusted tone, making you raise your face because you wouldn't have expected a sign of collaboration

"See? If Shidou tells you that too, you should really let that shit go" you say, nodding, ruffling the boy's hair "If you say so..." he says, now defeated. You laugh internally at seeing him so saddened by something like that, but you notice how Ryusei is also holding back a laugh

Your eyes meet for a few seconds, and soon neither of you can help but laugh. Charles looks at you in confusion as you laugh, but then suddenly a genius seems to pass through his mind, "You guys are getting along great!" he says emotionally, probably because of seeing you almost always insult each other. You immediately stop laughing, tugging on his ear again “Don’t talk nonsense. Now go to sleep!” you say, and he grumbles a bit before heading off to his dorm

You and Shidou remain in the empty hallway. You look down, while he has no qualms about staring at you brazenly: typical of him, he has never felt ashamed of anything, and you don't think he'll ever start. You stare at the floor for a bit too long, to the point of looking up "You were looking for Charles earlier, weren't you?" you ask crossing your arms. He seems to think about it "Yeah. But I don't think I need it anymore" he says, but the way he says it makes you curious "What did you need?" you ask, and he puts a hand on the back of his neck "I usually ask Karasu to help me dry my hair, but he went to practice. I wanted to ask Charles but he went to sleep, from what I understand" he says

Why are you thinking what you're thinking. What the fuck is going on with you to even think about asking him?. You should seriously visit a specialist, because it is impossible that just seeing him like this has given you all this courage, so much so that it overshadows the hatred you feel for him

"What if I helped you?"

——— THIRD

You shake your hand through the boy's hair, trying to see where it's still wet. The pink strands seem more faded now that they're in front of you, and you wonder when the last time he got his signature pink color was. You don't even know how you ended up in this situation, even though you explicitly asked to help him

Maybe you missed the feeling of being close to him, but admitting it would be like a defeat for yourself. So, inside, you say that it was just a kind act in a moment of kindness. And then, Shidou is surely going through a moment of simple kindness too: according to your reasoning, he should hate you too. This is just a moment of pause between the two of you, and when you're done, everything will be the same as before: just people who can't stand each other, linked by Charles exclusively as divorced parents

"Aren't you tired?" he asks, after a long time of being silent; tired? You could literally lie down on the floor right now and fall asleep immediately "No. I'm not" you say, because admitting it would be like handing him the fact that you have a limit on a silver platter. He chuckles to himself, but you don't bother asking yourself why: after all, he's Shidou, he does a lot of things for no reason behind it. The sound of the hair dryer echoes in the boy's room for a while longer, until you feel his hair finally dry. You indulge a little in touching it, because it is definitely softer than you ever imagined. Shidou gets up from the chair, walks towards the mirror and you watch him as he touches his hair, perhaps to check it. Next to his bed you notice a hair gel lotion, probably used for the usual hairstyle. "The pink streaks have faded a bit" you say, looking at him from a distance. This time it's you who speaks, and he turns to look at you for a few seconds, then looks at himself in the mirror again "I know"

You don't know why, but asking him seems like you've opened a conversation that you have to conclude. It's strange, because you have this impression with him since he was moved to the opposing team

"Aren't you going to get your hair colored again? Aren't you going to ask Anri for the dye?" you ask, getting closer, but you immediately stop, still keeping a little distance "I haven't gotten my hair colored in a while, maybe since before the game against Blue Lock"

Your heart skips a beat. If it's like he says, he hasn't had his hair dyed since you stopped doing it. It had become a habit of yours, after all

"I see" you stammer, suddenly feeling cramped in the large room "I think I'll go to my room" you say, and you scurry toward the exit door. Your cheeks are itchy with redness, and damn, why did you suddenly have this fucking reaction? He probably didn't do it again because he's busy with NEL games, you should consider yourself less important in other people's lives.

You walk down the empty hallway towards your room, when you hear Shidou pop out of his door again "Hey" he says, and you stop without turning around "What?" you ask "Do you like more my hair down or up?" he asks

"Down" you say

"I get it. See you, mother of the child"

Damn, he hadn't lost a bit of that side he knew made your knees weak. Fuck you, Shidou Ryusei

——— FOURTH

The folder in your hands is probably begging for mercy because of how tightly you're gripping it. NEL games always excite you, but watching the two current strongest teams clash is almost legendary. PxG has finally found a worthy opponent, who is giving them quite a few problems despite having some complete geniuses in their team: Rin Itoshi, Charles, Karasu Tabito... and, as much as I hated to admit it, Shidou himself was one of the strongest

"Are you sure the current formation is okay? Having Itoshi Rin so far forward could be a disadvantage for the defense" you say without taking your eyes off the game. Loki shakes his head, sitting next to you "The further back that boy is, the better. He must become a monster" he says confidently, and you can only accept his words and stay silent. The typical passages between Charles and Shidou begin, and from afar you can't help but admire them: even though they met for the first time months ago, they had a really efficient chemical reaction, something that not even other players have managed to have with the other external players

From a distance, they really do seem to have a relationship that goes beyond trust. Maybe not quite father and son, but more like older brother and younger brother. But by now, the idea of Shidou being Charles' father figure is so ingrained in your mind that the boy himself admits it from time to time. On the one hand, however, you are happy that the person who chose the blond is Ryusei. He is wild, loud, and outspoken. Charles is the same, and he needed someone who could understand him besides you, who however played more of a role in calming him down when he was at his best. If you and Shidou weren't in such a strange relationship, maybe you could have all spent more time together with Charles

The ball goes up in the air, Raichi Jingo of Bastard Munchen jumps to catch it. Shidou does the same, ending up bumping forehead to forehead with the other player. They both fall to the ground, and you immediately understand what is about to happen. Damn, him and his temper

"Don't even try" you say, walking briskly into the field. Shidou with an annoyed face has just gotten up from the ground, and from the way he moves you understand that he wants to grab Raichi by the collar and probably punch him. He notices you when you get closer, moving his hands away from where they were about to go, at the boy's neck "Huh?" he asks perplexed, as if he doesn't know

You don't even know why you're doing it, but when you heard the referee's whistle you relived a scene you've already seen. The last time something like this happened Shidou ended up playing against Blue Lock, and your relationship was ruined. It's like watching a movie on loop, but this time you want to change it

"If you punch him you'll get a red card, and you'll be lock off. Think about it, because I don't think you want to be" you say with a serious face, but with a hint of masked pity "You know too that you are at risk here, please don't make the same mistake from months ago" you say, and he seems seriously in difficulty in front of your words

"Why do you do this?" he asks, and you can't help but feel a little awkward. You don't want to tell him you're doing it because it would hurt to see him go away from you again, because you would still have to pretend to hate him even though you know you don't, and that it's just a way of putting it into practice because of his behavior since he came back, which has made you feel bad

"Because the team needs you. You have to stay here" you say, masking your words. Shidou sighs, looks at you, Raichi, then back at you; he walks away, returning to his starting position. You breathe a sigh of relief, and as you walk back to the bench you hear the whistle that signals the continuation of the match

You walk for a nanosecond next to Charles, who doesn't even look at you; but his words reach straight to your ears

"Evidently only ma mère can handle that demon"

——— FIFTH

The boy's calm breathing makes you smile almost spontaneously: seeing Charles so calm is strange, but satisfying. The little thread of drool that stains the pillow makes the scene even more tender than it already is, and your heart hurts a little to think that these are the last hours you spend with him. Because yes, tomorrow Charles will leave

The match ended with the teams drawing, which made both teams the two strongest in the NEL, which officially, has ended. From tomorrow the Blue Lock boys will have 6 weeks off and the foreign players will return home, to their countries so far away. Charles will return to France, to his home, with his real mother and his real father

From tomorrow, you will no longer have the usual annoying blond who calls you for everything, who always seeks your attention, who loves to be chased by you, who only listens to you, or almost. From tomorrow, the corridors of the french section will no longer have the laughter of the members and the smell of their bodies. From tomorrow, one of the most important chapters of your life will close

"Look, you can go to your room if you're sleepy. I don't think you can talk to Charles anymore even if you wanted to" says Shidou, sitting on the bed next to the blond boy "Don't worry" you say

Sitting on the boy's bed, you gently caress his head. After the game he specifically asked to spend the evening with both you and Shidou, and unable to refuse, you ended up in his dorm to spend the last hours with him. You had dinner together with some street food that you had brought from outside, making the boy happy

There is an awkward silence between you, while Charles snores lightly. Today's scene is still between you, which seems like yet another thing you have to conclude between you but which remains suspended in the air, like everything

Between you, everything started but never ended. You had started a relationship that never reached a decisive point because of his move to the U-20 team. You had started to have too much confidence between you, compared to everyone else. You had started, or rather, you had started, to believe that maybe with Ryusei it wasn't just friendship. But none of this was concluded, without a definitive answer

“Fuck” you say, your thoughts feeling a little too heavy for a moment like this, which should be focused solely on the fact that Charles won’t be here soon. You almost casually run your hand over your cheeks, finding them wet. Why? What?

"What the fuck is going on?" Shidou asks from the other bed, looking at your tears that haven't gone unnoticed. You look up, then look down almost immediately. You remain silent, even though you can still feel the tears silently falling

“I asked you what the fuck is going on” the boy asks again, getting up from the bed to sit on the floor next to Charles’ bed, his face inches from your knees. You don’t dare say anything, continuing to text the boy’s head as if you weren’t crying. It's just that everything that revolves around your relationship now seems to weigh more than it has in the past few months

“You say that like you care" you say proudly, sniffling as you glance over Charles’ sleeping face. “What’s wrong with you?” he huffs, resting his cheek against your knee “Don’t you think I should say it? Oh no, you rightly don’t give a shit. I don’t think you’ve ever actually cared, so I don’t see why you should start now all of a sudden” you roll your eyes, and for the first time you find yourself seriously explaining to him what’s been on your mind since this whole situation began

"I seriously don't know what's wrong with you, since I left you've become a different person" Shidou says sighing, and just hearing him speak makes you want to bang his head against the wall until he bleeds: how stupid must he be to not have understood that you're like this because of him?. Where is the Shidou who was always explosive with you but with a touch more affection than the others? What happened to the one you thought you seriously had a crush on?

Where did go the Shidou Ryusei you knew?

"Shit, I really don't know why I'm reacting like this. It's something I'm used to now and maybe thinking that tomorrow Charles will leave I've become more sensitive..." you say laughing sarcastically, even though you still have tears on your cheeks. The blond doesn't answer, continuing to remain a few inches from your leg while the only noise is the light snoring of the boy. "Can I ask you something?" the boy suddenly says, and you look at him a little perplexed. You nod. After all, they will be the same things you have already heard, the same ones he repeats to you so as not to make the strange situation between the two of you seem so obvious

"Can you talk to me honestly for a minute? Really, I need to know what's going on in your mind. I have my own thoughts, but I don't know yours" he says in one breath "because, let's be clear, we both know we don't talk to each other like we used to" he says, resting his mind on your knee, closing the distance that had been separating you for a few minutes now. You swallow a lump of saliva that is more bitter than usual, sighing and not knowing if you really want to talk

But you have to try. It's a 50-50 job, after all

"It's just... damn, I don't even know how to explain it to you in normal terms, because I don't even know how to explain it to myself. I just know that at some point you took another path and I continued on mine, but evidently you lack that path, because you've changed... changed too much, you're not the one I knew, or at least to me. You're still Shidou Ryusei to everyone in the Blue Lock, but to me? Why do we seem like two strangers, if you never treated me like a stranger before the match with the U-20?"

And finally, a part of your heart seems to have the ability to talk to the person directly concerned about everything that has been going through your mind for months. You speak, and each word seems to come out lighter than the last. Shidou looks at you, not daring to interrupt. He looks straight into your eyes, his pinks clashing with yours; it’s a gesture you’ve done a million times before, but why does it seem more human now? Maybe because you’re talking about something important again after months of silence?

"I think it was a situation mainly generated by the rivalry, well it's obvious, you remain a Blue Lock staffer and at the time I was a striker of an enemy team" says Shidou, his calm tone betrayed by a hint of uncertainty "It was natural to do what I did when I came back. On the field it's different, they can't judge me for my personality, but with you I don't kick a ball, and that's the problem" he admits, his gaze now focused on Charles "A problem?" you ask, widening your eyes, a little perplexed by his words "It's a problem. I don't care if that fanatic Rin Itoshi calls me 'bastard' during a game, or if Karasu doesn't pass me the ball in an assist, we're on the field. There's not always a field under my feet, especially when I'm talking to you who are like a bomb that's about to explode, because of me" he continue the conversation, and you start to connect some pieces of the puzzle that is slowly being put before your eyes

Maybe the situation is really deeper than you expected from someone like him. Maybe there really is something that was done by him just for a sensible reason, but just maybe

"What are you trying to tell me?" you say directly, and you see him laugh, almost sarcastically "Oh no, I won't say that out loud. Forget it" he says. "Ryusei, please" you say, practically begging him, and his resolve seems to waver "Shit, what am I supposed to tell you, what do I care what you think of me? That I seriously had a problem with how you were going to judge me after I came back from the match? Do you understand now?"

You would like to ask him to repeat the words, saying that you didn't understand them well, but you would be lying. His words, clear and strong, have arrived so directly in your ears that you suspect he is lying, because he is absolutely not the type to say things like that. Shidou Ryusei basically admitted that he cared about your judgment? He, who has nothing in the world to care about but himself?. "Oh" you just say, not finding the right words to say what you think, because it's too much even for you who are used to having discussions like that. Shidou looks at you, and noticing your embarrassment he lets out a light laugh "Oh? Oh, okay. Continue to pretend that I haven't practically exposed the most intimate part of myself to you" he says tilting his head, resting his cheek on your thigh

"No! It's just- shit, it's more complex than I could have imagined" you say, running a hand through your hair, trying to calm yourself. You hear a light chuckle coming from the boy's direction "I'll pretend to understand. I just need to know that you hate me a little less now, or at least I hope so" he says confidently, and this time it's you who interrupts him "It's not that I hate you, I don't think I ever have actually. It's just that being pushed into a corner hurt more than it should have" you admit, feeling a little embarrassed to tell him so freely. This time he is the one who is left speechless, even though he tries to maintain the usual facade of calm. You look at each other, maybe for minutes; it seems as if, slowly, everything is having a logical thread that was missing for both of you to understand the situation completely

"Honestly, I don't want to give Charles divorced parents" Shidou says, and you laugh lightly at his joke, mentally thanking him for at least trying to make the situation lighter. "I don't think he ever had them. All parents fight" you say, returning your gaze to Charles, in the dream world; out of the corner of your eye you notice how Shidou is looking at him too, and by doing so you really do seem like a family. "Yeah. All parents fight" he repeats, and the silence that is created between you this time is decidedly less tense

"They fight because they love each other" Shidou adds, and you're a little taken aback by his statement, even though it sounds so damn innocent. But like this, in the situation you're in, he doesn't exactly play an innocent role. You sigh, moving your hand through his hair, caressing it a little uncertainly "Yeah. Because they love each other. In a way only of friendship, at least in our case" add a little hasty, while still feeling your heart beating in a way that is decidedly not just about friendship. What is this boy doing to you?

"No. Because they love each other, stop"

——— SIXTH

The already soaked handkerchief remains tightly held in your hands, yet you do everything you can not to cry in front of the boy, who for his part is completely calm if not just a little sorry "Don't do that, come on! Don't do that, ma mère" says Charles pulling your already wet cheeks "Stop it. Let me be the childish one between us for once" you say pulling him to you, trapping him in a hug while he continues to laugh. The bus is slowly filling up with all the french members, who will be returning to France in a few hours. You hug Charles, so tightly that it probably takes his breath away. You've grown so fond of him, and thinking that he won't be here this afternoon makes your heart ache. He's really become like your baby, in one way or another

"You don't have to go away and pretend you never met me, okay? You have my number and call me whenever you want, even if it's just to explain what you did in training or to tell me stupid things" you say putting your hands on his shoulders, faces facing each other. You see him nod, smiling "I get it. But you will pay the phone fee for calls overseas" he says, and you roll your eyes pretending to be annoyed, then hug him again. He has to leave, you know that I'm actually already late, but you're waiting. You wait, because you know that Shidou also wants to say goodbye to him. But where the fuck is he?

You look around, and only after a few seconds you feel someone touch your shoulder. You jump, but you see the blond at your side, one arm around your shoulders and one on the kid's shoulders, holding you close "Were you thinking of leaving without saying goodbye to your family?" he says sarcastically, and they both burst out laughing while you look at them smiling, wiping away a tear

"But really, Charles. No matter what, you have me, Shidou, you have us. You're still our little pain in the ass, but we love you" you tell the boy, and you see him smile genuinely for the first time. He nods, scratching his chubby cheek "I know, ma mère. I have a home in France as well as here in Japan, with you two. Don't tell me things I already know" he says, making you laugh. You all look at each other, and the weight of detachment seems to be a little lighter knowing that he knows he always has the two of you. You look at Charles, who suddenly turns towards Shidou "You promised me something. Do it" he says, and you look at them confused "Huh?" you say, but Shidou ignores you and looks at Charles "You'll be the first to know, don't worry about that, kiddo"

Julian Loki calls Charles. You hug for the last time, this time all together, and you say goodbye to him as he gets on the bus, trying to hold back the tears that start to fall spontaneously when the bus finally leaves. He's gone. Charles is gone

With your face even more full of tears you use the handkerchief, but it no longer has any effect. You notice later that Shidou's arm is still around your shoulders, as you walk back into the Blue Lock facility. But it's a nice feeling, with this sadness. You walk until you reach the corridor that separates the street of your room from that of the boys' dormitories, who will also leave the facility this afternoon to finally have some free time. You only now realize that you won't see Shidou for a while, just now that you have clarified

You stop, but you don't let go

“So...” he begins, keeping the hype high “Do you have anything to do on your weeks off?”

"No. I'm free practically every day"

"I think you have every day busy from now, until you get back here. Busy with me"

——— SEVENTH

— Charles, your mother is officially back with me. I'll tell you more when you get back here, but just know that I kept my promise to tell her how I feel about her. We miss you, kiddo — 18:09

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— I have to say that she kisses well too — 18:09

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𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓

✧˖*°࿐ : 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ plug!ryusei shidou x f!reader

Genre: smut Notes: iiiiiii want him n need him desperately ♡ i made him icky, manipulative and dress like pete davidson warnings: 18+, (soft?)dom!shidou, sub!reader, dubcon, drug use (weed), blowbacks/shotgunning, reader has pubes!, ryusei has a gold tooth, virgin!reader, corruption kink, dumbification?, fingering, blowjob, head pushing ♡, male masturbation, use of nii-chan (not referring to ryusei), slight dacryphilia, shush!kink, praise, pet names, cum eating ♡, he calls your pussy 'her', slut used once. words: 7.1k

“No way am I coming over. Your big brother would kill me.”

Ryusei can’t stop himself from smirking when he can hear your attempt to conceal a whimper. And he just knows there’s a plump little pout on that pretty little face on the other end of the line.

He’s been dealing to your brother for years, they’re basically best friends if you subtract the client aspect from the equation. They smoke together, they’re always hanging out and Ryusei isn’t a stranger to the apartment you and your brother share.

“How did you even get my number anyway, darlin’? Reaaaal naughty of ya to be calling me like this. Gonna be in big trouble if I tell your nii-chan.” he tells you. And this time you hear the smirk behind his voice. He’s teasing you. He’s toying with you, but you still can’t stop yourself from becoming paralysed with fear.

“He gave me it for emergencies! Please don’t tell ‘im!” you sigh. “He’s on some weekend work trip because he’s tryna get a promotion. I’m just lonely…”

“Awe, and why is that my problem?” he asks, harshly. It takes you aback slightly though your determination doesn’t falter. You take a deep breath and try to formulate a response in your mind.

“You guys are always havin’ fun together… but you never let me join in. I wanna have fun with you too, Ryusei—”

“No.”

“But—”

“I said no.” he stands firm and shows no signs of backing down. He hears the little deflated exhale you release, and he licks his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t want you to be sad, but he knows fucking around with a client’s sister behind his back is a stupid fucking idea. “You’ll be alright on your own. Why don’t you invite one of your friends over.”

“W-Well… I just wanted to see you.” you tell him, honestly. “I— I wanted to try smoking with you.”

He chuckles when he hears that. It hasn’t been a discreet crush you’ve harboured since you saw him for the first time. You may have thought otherwise, but Ryusei has always known. He kisses his teeth and laughs again as he thinks about this tantalising proposition being thrown onto his lap.

“You’re really tryna get into trouble this weekend, huh? Do you always invite drug dealers over?” he wonders, knowing the answer already. He knows you’re a good girl who always does as her nii-chan says. But today you want to let your hair down. Today you can let your hair down because he isn’t here for the whole weekend. You can be a little naughty and reckless and have some fun for a change. “Are you that lonely, baby? Jus’ want some company?”

“… Y-Yes. ‘m lonely…” your lower lip wobbles as you think about being in the same apartment all by yourself for the next two days. You’re fine now, it’s only 12:30pm. But what about when it gets dark out? You’re a stupid girl who lets her mind run wild with the possibilities of ghosts and home invaders. You’ve seen one too many horror movies while your brother and Ryusei are high in the front room for no regard to your taste in genre. You hate horrors but you’ve seen so many thanks to them. And now your mind is racing. What if you got kidnapped or killed for the fun of it? “I don’t wanna be alone, Ryusei… ‘m so scared.”

He grits his teeth, resolve crumbling as he thinks about you all alone in the apartment he’s spent so many nights in. So many pointless nights where he could have been out making more money or fucking a multitude of girls who don’t hide their attraction for him. So, is he really about to sacrifice the same for you?

Lonely, frightened, you?

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? I’ll be there in twenty.”

Now that he’s here you’re not sure what you were thinking. You’ve never smoked before. You’ve not even had a sip of alcohol before! But you know drugs are Ryusei’s whole life right now. Selling, buying and occasionally consuming. He locks the door behind himself as he enters. He’s wearing a wide grin as he comes in and approaches you.

He thinks you’re just the sweetest little thing.

Your feet walk you backwards as he gets closer to you, lunging forward to grab you when you almost trip over your pink Kirby slippers that your brother got you for your most recent birthday.

“Clumsy girl.” he grins, gripping into the fat of your underarms. He leads you over to the couch and more or less throws you down onto it. He dumps his backpack on the coffee table. “What time does your brother come home, sweetheart?” he asks, not even looking your way as he takes out his belongings and spreads them out on the table.

“Uh—” you think, eyes squinting as you look up at the ceiling and try to act natural. “Monday… morning.” you tell him.

“Well, I’m sure he won’t mind if I keep you company ‘til he gets back, right?”

“R-Right…” you aren’t so sure about that, but you’re hardly going to disagree with him. Though in truth, he knows he’ll be furious. But the time he cared about your pathetic brother’s opinion has been and gone. What kind of man would he be if he left a poor defenceless thing like you all on your lonesome in such a sketchy part of town?

You watch him carefully as he pulls out a grinder, some papers, and a large baggie of weed and puts them all down on the table. Your mind wanders as he describes the effects to you, none of it is computing. And it gets even worse when he starts talking about different strains doing different things. As far as you were aware, weed was just… weed. You’d never heard about strains or effects. All of your knowledge comes from movies. Tripping, munchies, all of the cliché stuff.

He grins when he sees your dumb expression. Of course you’re not understanding anything he says. All you need to know is that you’ll be okay because he’s here to look after you. He’s here to take you through it.

You watch him as he grinds it up in a tall metallic grinder. And seeing him roll is like witchcraft to you. It’s not like it’s the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve seen it up close. Your nii-chan always exiles you to your bedroom when they’re rolling and smoking. You’re only allowed out once they’re high, though it’s never stopped you peaking from the crack of your door.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as he holds eye contact with you while he licks the paper. Suddenly you’re looking anywhere but in his direction. He’s revelling in it, making you so uncomfortable and shy. You really are sweet ‘n innocent, huh?

“Here.” he hands it to you, his voice earning your attention and you look into his pink eyes before they drop to the blunt in his hand. You look back at him, confused, and he finds himself adjusting the baggy shorts he’s wearing in hopes that you haven’t noticed the way his cock jumps when you tilt your head so stupidly. “What? This is what you wanted.” he speaks, his defensive tone surprising you.

“But… I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never smoked before…”

“Never? Not even a cigarette?” he asks.

“Nothing… never smoked or had a drink or even been to a party. Nii-chan is too protective.” you pout. He wants to fucking ruin you. You’re so fucking cute and stupid he thinks he might cum in his underwear just from hearing you speak. You’re so obedient and it makes you so fucking stupid. As if you aren’t a grown woman who could get her own apartment and do whatever she wants. “Will you show me?” you speak, cutting through his thoughts.

He nods, effortlessly. He lounges back into the couch, legs spread wide as he lets the blunt balance between his lips. It’s lit instantly, and you can’t believe what a pro he is. He’s got one of those stupid lighters. The ones with the metal bit you have to spin with your thumb rather than one of the plastic ones you just push down. You can never use them. Your brother always lends them to you when you want to light a candle, but he always ends up lighting them for you.

“Get me somethin’ to use as an ashtray.” he tells you, it’s a rude demand rather than a request. But his lack of manners doesn’t stop you from immediately jumping to your feet and rushing over to the kitchen sink. You just washed your brother’s ashtray this morning. You smile happily as you hand it to him, clearly willing to do anything he asks whether he’s polite about it or not.

He takes a few more drags and flicks the ash every so often. And when he’s halfway through, he looks at you, expectantly.

“Your turn.” he tries to hand it to you again. You take it, and you flinch as he also forces the lighter into your palm. “You didn’t invite me over just to watch me smoke, did you? What, are you trying to take advantage of me?” he laughs, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. His golden canine twinkles at you, halting you from speaking for longer than you’d intended.

“It’s not like that! I just— I’m nervous, and I hate these lighters.” you explain. You stiffen as he rolls his eyes and adjusts his body, angling it to face you. His stare is harsh, bordering on agitated. It’s only fair, you think. He hadn’t planned on spending his day babysitting you or showing you how to do something so simple. “’m sorry.” you speak, it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. Almost.

“Open up.” he commands. You’re confused at first, and before you know it his rough thumb is tugging at the fat flesh of your lower lip. “I said: open up.”

You clear your throat and angle your body in a similar way to him. Although you’re nowhere near as tall or intimidating as him. You’re like a sullen little dormouse, respecting the orders of your master. Your lips part ever so slightly as he places the blunt between them. Your lips close around it, keeping it perched firmly between them. He can see lip gloss residue smearing on the paper; his depraved mind is going into overdrive. His lewd thoughts encompassing him, he needs to break free and focus on you before you start to ask more silly questions.

He tucks your hair behind your ears and away from your face. A brief thought crosses his mind of how embarrassing it would be to get caught by your brother because he singed your fucking hair.

“Don’t just suck it, yeah? Breathe it. You wanna feel it go in your chest, alright?” he asks you, it sounds like a reminder. Like he’d already told you this and he’s making sure you are listening this time. It’s hard not to when all you can focus on is him. How he’s staring at you. How he smells like cheap aftershave and weed. The smell of weed is revolting, truth be told, you aren’t sure how you’re going to be able to inhale it without gagging.

He flicks the lighter a few times and keeps an eye on your expressions and your breathing to make sure you’re doing it right. You look terrified.

And he likes it.

Your eyes get wider and wider the more you inhale, and he’s worried they might pop out of that pretty head of yours. You suck and you breathe in as much of the earthy smoke as you can until it embraced your lungs like an invader claiming its new home. He can’t hide his laughter when you begin to choke, realising you are the good girl you’re claiming to be and absolutely have never smoked anything in your life.

“Everything hurts.” you tell him, still coughing and sputtering out lingering smoke as your eyes water. “It tastes like shit…” you continue, covering your mouth as you can’t stop yourself from choking anymore. He gets up, handing the ashtray to you to balance the blunt in and he flees the scene of the crime without a word. He returns a few moments later with a glass of water, he even added in a few ice cubes for you.

“Think you’re all grown up because you’ve had your first puff?” he wonders, “Never heard you swear before, darlin’.” he finishes as he hands the glass to you.

“I swear… I’m allowed to swear, Ryu.” you answer defiantly.

Cute, he thinks. You really are trying to sound all big and bad for him. But he’s never going to take you seriously after that little display, you’re just a little girl trying to act tough. A cute girl trying to be the cool girl.

But you both know you’re far from cool. A cool girl wouldn’t care so much about pleasing her brother and being a good girl for him. A cool girl would do whatever she wants without fear of the consequences.

At least you’re trying, he thinks.

You glug and you glug until you soothe the suffocating dryness in your chest. He’s transfixed on a droplet of water clinging to the corner of your mouth, unable to tear his gaze as it begins to run down your face. And he can’t think of a cuter sight than you still trying to be the cool girl, wiping it away with the back of your hand before he can notice despite it being much too late for that.

“C-Can I do some more?” you ask him, big wet eyes blinking at him as you hope he’s still willing to guide you.

“Think you can handle it?” he asks. “Get some more water.” he commands, not even letting you answer first. It’s probably the right call, though, you’re hardly going to be accustomed to the feeling of smoke contaminating your insides after one heavy inhale.

You follow his pathing from moments before, getting yourself some water and fresh ice cubes before returning and facing him again. You drink so much; he grabs your wrist and moves the glass away from your lips before you down the whole thing.

He lets out a heavy breath as he holds the blunt and sees how your lips immediately part for him this time without being asked. Fast learner. His thumb pulls at the metal wheel twice, each time it sounds make your eyes flicker further open.

“Breeeathe.” he demands, and you obey. You take it waaaay better this time, holding it for longer after he pulls the lighter away and takes the blunt from your lips. “That’s it, atta girl.” he smiles as you slowly exhale, only coughing a little bit. Your little hands are immediately reaching for the glass of water you set down moments before.

“I feel…” you try and think, eyes darting around the room in search of the right words to use. Your eyes close without your permission, humming happily as you embrace the feeling, a cheery smile visible on your face. “Weird…” you giggle, deeming it the only appropriate word that springs to mind.

“Is that right, baby? Feelin’ weird?”

“Mhmm.” you sigh, dreamily, letting the feeling consume you wholly. You want to melt into the couch beneath your thighs; and you involuntarily begin to lean back into the plush leather before Ryusei stops you. “My eyes are hurting, Ryusei…”

“Mm, I’ll bet. They’re all bloodshot, princess. Think you’re high.” he smirks.

“Wan’ some more.” you tell him, reaching to take the blunt from his hold. He moves his hand away. The fat, brown joint just out of your tired reach. And fuck he can’t stop his cock from twitching when you don that pout. That pretty little pout that you can’t stop yourself from displaying any time you’re disheartened. “P—lea, p-please…” your lower lip juts out further.

“C’mere.” he instructs you, his empty hand patting at his adjacent thigh. He sees the hesitation in your eyes. The little protest lodged in your throat as you think what a bad idea this could be. Why does he want you to sit on his lap? Your heart is racing with possibilities. Is he going to try and kiss you? Or is it simply an easier position for him to help you smoke? “Move, baby, now.” his voice is firm, almost scary. Your movements are slow, but you find yourself moving on his order regardless.

You go to him, but he stops you as you try and sit nicely in his lap. It isn’t quite what he had in mind. He doesn’t want to baby you like the princess you want to be for him. You’re like a ragdoll as he positions you, limbs loose beneath his touch until you realise you’re straddling him. His legs are spread wide, relaxed, and you’re hovering above him a little.

“Open your mouth f’me.” you’re like a robot, complying with each and every command he issues without hesitation.

You’re too good, too perfect. And Ryusei Shidou is quite the opposite; he’ll ruin you if you aren’t careful.

But right now, you couldn’t care less.

Your dewy lips part, wider than they had earlier until Ryusei seems satisfied. He’s relieved you’re only hovering over him, or you’d have definitely felt the way his dick twitched at the sight of your pudgy lips widening for him.

He relaxes, fully, his own eyes becoming more bloodshot as the minutes go by. Weed doesn’t affect him like it used to, not in the way it’s affecting you. But he’s calm. All of his thoughts are collected, and he feels at peace. It’s probably the reason he’s being so brazen and not giving a second thought to the consequences of being with you anymore.

While you’re waiting for his vision to be realised, while you’re waiting for the reason as to why he wants you in this position with your lips spread, he lights up the blunt once again. You watch him through a heavy-lidded stare as he takes a hefty inhale.

You sense him planning something, the cogs whirring sinfully in his mind as he looks between your eyes and your lips as he inhales the smoke deeper and deeper into his lungs. He rests his arm over the rest of the couch, harbouring zero consideration for the potential ash staining the cream carpet below.

He tries to close the distance between your bodies, and you instinctively jolt away from him, your lips clamping shut just as quickly. As much as he wants to smile, to laugh, his lips remain neutral and sealed. His empty hand holds the small of your back. His fingers drift, trailing up the column of your spine. He flattens his palm between your shoulder blades, pushing your face and body closer to his. His right hand remains between your shoulder blades, the other coming around to tug your viscid lower lip until your mouth is ajar. He leans in, closer. The closest he’s ever been to you in the entire time you’ve known him.

He's going to kiss you.

Your heart is thumping, the intense beating, hammering your heart through blood, muscle tissue and flesh. Your eyes close instinctively, and at that, he does smirk.

His eyes alternate between yours, and your gloss covered lips. And then his are ghosting yours, not close enough to touch but not far enough for you to not feel their presence. His gaze becomes heavy, lustful as he observes you. He’s fixated on how you react as he blows the smoke from his lungs into yours.

Your eyes widen as you realise he isn’t kissing you, but your mind is hazy as you realise what he is doing. His lungs shrink as he empties them, but he doesn’t move. He smiles, though, and you fucking feel it. He’s waiting patiently to see just how desperate you are for him to kiss you.

Your breathing is intense. He can hear each breath you take through your nose as you try and compose yourself. You try and calm down and hide your burning shame from him. He knew what you’d assume and chose not to correct you. Just to see you squirm.

But you want to kiss him.

You want him to kiss you.

He chuckles lightly when he sees a nervous little gulp plummet down your throat, he’s sure if he blinked he would have missed it. He wonders if your eyes always vibrate so intensely when you’re nervous.

“Did you like that?” he whispers, his lips still inching away from yours. You feel each and every breath it takes for him to speak that sentence.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?”

“Mm… mhmm…” you nod, eagerly and yet somehow still awkwardly. “D— Can you do it again?” you whisper. It’s so meek and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.

He adjusts his position, nodding, his lips almost catching yours but not quite before he pulls away to smoke some more. Your lips part beautifully and he’s smiling sinisterly yet again. His hand travels from your back to hold the crown of your head, you can’t back away this time, not that you’d want to. He’s keeping you in place as he slowly begins to puff smoke past your desperate lips.

You moan, involuntarily, as you feel your mind cloud and your body grow wearier. But still, you can’t get enough. You can’t fully satiate your desires of intoxication. Not with drugs. Not with attention. Not with touch. You need him. More of him.

“Baby?” you hear him mumble, his lips clumsily toying with yours as he refuses to fully close the gap between them. “I think ya wanna kiss me.”

You squeak, almost, a high pitch whine sounding through your nose as the uncomfortable statement surges through you. Were you so pitifully obvious the whole time? You lean in closer, attempting to close the separation between you. But he pulls away, ever the tease, and he can’t help but relish the whimper that claws its way up your throat.

“You ever even kissed anyone?” he asks, closing the gap once again. “Y’know, since you’re such a good girl.”

You feel the tips of your ears and face begin to sear with heat, embarrassment flooding through your blood. You nod, defiantly, doing all you can to assure him you’re not the big loser he seems to think you are.

“I have… ‘ve had boyfriends before… Ryu…” you tell him, though it’s still a little humiliating.

“So,” he starts, his hand holds your hip as he adjusts himself slightly. Thumb stroking your side calmly, despite his cock driving ever so gently into your core as he moves. Not hard enough to set off alarm bells, but just enough to leave a lasting impression. He bites lip and releases it just as fast as his eyes rake over you, and you feel so small under his stare, despite him being the one looking up at you. His fingers weave and comb through your hair until he gets a tight enough grip. Your noses are touching before he tilts his head, your lips barely lingering on one another’s as you each fight against fully committing. “If I kiss you right now, it’s gonna be worth my time?” he whispers.

In truth, it’s been a while since you kissed anyone. You haven’t had a boyfriend since high school and that seems like a lifetime ago now. But you don’t want to go another second without feeling his lips fully pressed against yours. So, you nod. It’s weak and unconvincing, but you nod anyway.

It’s enough for him. In truth, he wouldn’t have cared if you’d never been kissed before. He’d be more than happy to teach you, though he’s sure he’ll teach you plenty anyway. He’s going to turn you into a masterpiece; one that has been created only for him to enjoy.

His lips slot against yours and it’s like an explosion. You’ve been fucking starved for him, and you can barely remember to breathe as it intensifies. Suctioning sounds repeat as you kiss without stopping. Neither of you remember to come up for air until you’re gasping.

Your lips part divinely as his tongue pushes past them and it’s so rapturous as your little wet muscle meets his. He groans, loudly, as he licks and swipes all while you’re moaning pathetically into his mouth. He bets your soaked, he’s rock hard and leaking like a virgin getting his first hand job after all.

“Stick out your tongue.” he tells you, and like always, you do as you’re told. He licks at it, swirls his own tongue around it. He sucks it until he’s heady with lust.

His body collapses against the back of the couch, and like the perfect pet you follow him. You can’t stop making out with him now. You can’t possibly get enough. You doubt it would even be enough to crawl inside his skin and live out the rest of your days there.

You’re addicted to him.

He pushes your body down so that your crotch is fully pressed into his. The feeling of his throbbing cock almost entirely against your panty-clad mound is a surprise to say the least, you hadn’t expected it and your surprised expression gives you away instantly. But he doesn’t comment right away, instead, he grinds his crotch against yours as you carry on kissing. Your breath fans across his face, you’re delirious from the sensation of him being against you like this, you’ve never known anything quite like it.

“Feel what you’re doin’ to me?” he chuckles, parting away from you enough to look up at you again and lick his lips. But you chase him, you think you might stop breathing if you deny yourself of him. Your tongue pushes past the seam of his lips, and of course he doesn’t object. He feels your little wet muscle searching for something, and he can’t contain the amused scoff when he realises you were tracking down his gold tooth, the tip of your tongue licking it from behind all of the way to the front until you reach his gums. “Fuck… you’re filthy.” he informs you before kissing you again.

You giggle before he yanks at your hair. Flirtatious laughter being forced into a tantalising gasp, your head angled so that you’re looking up at the ceiling above. The column of your neck is almost enough to make him cum. It’s so fucking bare. So pure and untainted. He wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you. To cover you in hickeys and bite marks so that everyone knows what he fucking did to you.

But he knows, deep down, it isn’t worth it. It isn’t worth the questions and the bullshit and the drama. Not this time, anyway. Instead, he leaves gentle kisses and soft suckles against your skin. His tongue leaves fat, wet stripes over your throat and pulse point, hot breath fanning over them between kisses. You’re keening for him as his lips begin to ascend. You’re shuddering against him as he breathes heavily, deliciously, into your ear. His hand drifts to squeeze your tit over your crop top as he continues to breathe thickly into your ear canal. The intensity forcing your skin to break out in goosebumps.

You mewl, and it’s a fucking siren song as he sucks on your earlobe. He drives his covered cock up into you as he takes the cartilage between his teeth, alternating between that and sucking like he’s trying to get milk from nipple.

“Does anyone else know what a naughty little thing you are?” he talks directly into your ear, thumb rubbing over the thin material of your top, your hardened nipples unfortunately hidden behind your push up bra. “Or do you only get like this f’me?”

“Jus’ you…” you sigh, your arm wraps around his neck so that you can hold his head the same way he had yours. Tiny little fingers toy with blonde and pink tufts, he groans slightly at the comforting feeling.

“Darlin’… you know you have to pay, don’tcha?” he asks. It’s so out of the blue, you push away from him. He grins as he watches the confusion and horror take over your facial expression. You were so blissfully at peace, lost in the feeling of his lips and his touch all over your body. “Drugs aren’t free, y’know.”

“B-But…” you think, panicking, “I— nii-chan only left me enough for emergencies…” you tell him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. He offers a fake little pout, tutting at your excuse. It’s so feeble and pathetic and he loves how easy it is to mess with you.

“Awe, baby.” he offers faux sympathy, his thumb stroking over your cheek yet again. “You better do what I say then, yeah? Gonna have to keep bein’ a good girl f’me, ‘n then we can forget the whoooole thing.”

“What do you want me to—”

He thrusts his hips up, and you lose balance, falling perfectly into his arms. He tugs at your crop top, urging you to take it off. You start pulling it upwards, though it’s too slow for his liking. He yanks it over your head, getting a quick eyeful of your tits and aqua blue bra before he sucks hard into the fat flesh of your breasts.

You’re too busy moaning, rolling your hips against him to notice he has unclasped your bra with one hand. He pulls carefully at the straps, ridding you of the material covering part of your modesty. He bites his lip and breathes heavily as he ogles them. You feel the way his cock pulses against your cunt.

“S’fuckin’ pretty—” he muses. You feel different, now. You’re fully on display for him and you are completely at his mercy. Your rational mind is telling you to give him the emergency money your brother left and send him on his way. But sadly for you, your poor neglected pussy wants him to stay and have his way with you. “You’ve gotta suck my cock, baby. Now.” he demands.

Your heartrate sky-rockets. Things are moving so fast you can barely process it at all. You look down between your thighs and see the ever-growing bulge in his shorts. Can you argue with him? Reason with him? It doesn’t matter either way, you’re already sliding carefully onto the ground and getting down on your knees between his spread legs. You aren’t sure where to start. Everything you think about doing dies a sudden death with each new idea that comes to the forefront of your mind.

“Pull it out, hurry up.”

Little hands shake as nimble fingers grip onto the waistband of his shorts. You pull and you pull and he lifts his body to help in your efforts. He almost grunts as his cock springs free, pearlescent pre leaking a ton from his twitching slit.

“Mmmm…” he moans as he grips his cock at the base, shaking it a few times so that the tip hits your nose softly, soupy liquid sticking to you as he does. “Be a good girl, show me how bad you can be.”

There’s not a single universe where you’re successfully concealing your apprehension from him, though he thinks nothing of it. He thinks you’re nervous because you’ve had a crush on him for quite some time now and you don’t want to disappoint him. Your hands carry on shaking as you grab onto his length. He’s huge, both of your little hands are holding him in your grasp and there’s still more of his thickness unable to be held.

You think to start off you should clean the tip; you lick and lave over his throbbing head and your face scrunches as you register the warm tanginess permeating your tastebuds.

His body almost dissolves into the couch as you start to take more and more of him. He shoos your hands away and holds himself so that you can balance your hands on his thighs. His free hand holds your head, forcefully attempting to shove you further and further down on his length until you’re choking on him. You’re spitting and sputtering just like you had when you smoked.

“S’cute.” he moans. The light praise encourages you to keep trying for him. So, you do, try. You try to give him mind blowing head. You try to remember to use your tongue to keep him nice and stimulated as you bob up and down on his cock. You even remember one of your friends telling you that squeezing your thumbs stops you from gagging as much.

But it’s all in vain.

Ryusei hisses, flinching from an amalgamation of too much teeth and not enough spit. He snatches you away by your hair, seeing red veins stabbing through the whites of your eyes as they begin to gloss over. A watery sheen telling him of your deepest shame and embarrassment.

“Are you a fucking virgin, baby?” he wonders. His cock spills more pre as he sees tears fall from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks. The little sniffles you can’t stop are a symphony to him and he can see the way your throat is choking back audible cries. He can hear the little croaks trapped there, though, poor thing. “Never sucked a cock before, have you?”

“’m s-so sorry.” you stop fighting your losing battle as you start to cry, utterly humiliated that your secret has come to light because you did such a terrible job giving head. “I’ll— g-get my purse ‘n then you can just g-o. I’m sor—”

He leans forward, hand snaking between your thighs to cup your cunt. “Never had a cock in her, huh? What about fingers? Anybody ever ate your pussy, sweetheart?”

“N-Nothing!” you speak, almost defiantly though that wasn’t your intention. You’re feeling vulnerable and defensive. You’re embarrassed, and he has his hand somewhere nobody has ever touched you before. “Only kissed before…”

“Mmm… no wonder you’re so wet.” he speaks, though he isn’t seeking a reply. He’s simply musing to himself. He should have known, really. When would you get a chance to fuck and learn how to suck cock when your brother practically holds you hostage in this shit hole apartment? “I won’t fuck you, today. You’re not gonna suck my cock either. Come here.” he continues, he grabs both of your wrists and drags you back to your previous position with little effort. You’re above him, again, your thighs straddling his. “Stand up, actually.” he orders, you obey.

Your tits are still exposed and you’re standing in nothing but your pleated mini skirt and silk panties beneath. He twirls his finger, encouraging you to do a spin for him. You complete it, quickly, your skirt raising ever so slightly and exposing a peak of pink silk before you find a neutral position once more.

“Slower.” he tells you, so you spin again. Slower, just for him. “Stop.” he tells you when your back is facing him.

“Is something wrong, ah—!” you yelp as he ruthlessly kicks the inside of your ankles until your legs are spread apart from each other.

“Bend over, put your hands on the table.” he instructs you. You’re slow in doing so, not wanting to rush this time; though you still feel your heartbeat in your throat. Your skirt rides up, the pink silk completely covering your most precious secret. Though he grunts at the sight, unable to control himself. His jaw clenches and bubbles at the sight of brunette curls peaking from the sides of your panties. “Holy shit, fuck.” he sibilates, thick long fingers hooking into the pink silk. He wastes no time tearing them from your body, shoving them into the pocket of his hoody.

He grabs the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh under your little skirt and parting your pussy lips in the process. He’s enamoured by the sight, the way your arousal has soaked your pubic hair. It’s shimmering, he can’t help but to touch and toy with your pubes when they’re taunting him like this. He can’t remember the last time he fucked a girl with a cute bush of hair like yours. It’s always fucking waxed and landing strips and of course he won’t complain, but seeing your intimate form in all of it’s glory like this… you’re perfect. You’re fucking holy.

He pushes a single finger hastily into your wet hole. You almost fall forward; you cry out from the feeling of being stretched for the very first time.

“Never shave this fucking pussy, yeah? Leave it like this f’me.”

You don’t reply, mind spiralling from the feeling of pain and pleasure as he burrows his finger in deeper and begins to curl it when he feels that perfect little spongy spot buried deep. Your cheeks are stained with glittering tears, the overbearing living room light not offering you any courtesy in that regard. Your tear-stricken face will be exposed to him, eventually.

Will he care?

Will he show concern?

Will he be sympathetic since he is the cause?

It appears not. He holds no consideration as he pummels a second finger inside of your gummy interior. He scissors them again and again and again until you’re practically screaming. It feels worse when he pushes against the spot. That spot that blinds your fucking vision.

“A-Ah. Aaah—!” you sob, scream, anything your body can physically project in your current state. It almost feels like an out of body experience. “Ouch! Ow, R-Ryusei. Hurts! Hurtin’ me—!” you explain. He wraps an arm around your midsection, fingers still cosy deep inside. He pulls you back, your spine flush against his chest. His hand moves from your stomach to your mouth, silencing your cries and whimpers as his fingers carry on battering your g-spot.

“Shhh, it’ll feel good in a minute.” he informs you. “Rub your clit, baby, show me how you touch this virgin cunt.” your entire body becomes scalding in an instant, the lewd language and very notion that you masturbate filling you with unease. But without question, your fingers find the swelling nub between your pussy and begin to rub and rub.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder, smiling down as he hears painful cries turn to libertine moans. His smothering hand frees your airways, allowing you to send your mewling into the airspace freely. He squeezes his cock, hard, and begins to masturbate himself. A sticky, clacking sound filling the room. It’s mixing in with the sound of your squelching cunt.

Your eyes cross as he finds a perfect rhythm with you. You’re sure you look like a bona fide whore, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re balancing on the balls of your feet with your legs spread open wide, putting your cunt on full display. Your left hand digs into the leather arm rest beside you, the only form of balance you have.

You’re so fucking loud. He’s never heard anyone scream or moan as loudly in his life, though he’s one to talk. He’s on the verge of cumming after so much torment and he couldn’t be more vocal if he tried.

“D-Do you want all the neighbours to hear what a little slut you are? Want ‘em to tell your brother you got fucked stupid while he was gone?” he asks, it’s rhetorical, of course. He doesn’t care that you’re being loud. He just wants to torment you, tease you and build that unadulterated shame that you’ve had embedded in you your whole life. You are the product of repressed sexual urges. Would you have let a drug dealer strip you and play with your cunt if you weren’t so desperate and needing to be toyed with?

“’m gonna c-cum. Fuck, Ryusei! Cumming f-for you—!” you cry, your walls squeezing his fingers until they feel close to breaking. “Oh my god…” you sob. Your poor little virgin slot throbbing and pulsating around his thick heavy fingers and you continue to cum for what feels like a lifetime. His curling fingers dragging out the feeling for as long as humanly possible.

“Hah- haah- ah, fuck!” he finishes, white, gluey fluid shooting up your back. He fucks his fist until he drains every last drop from his swollen balls. He admires his work, smearing the remaining residue on your ass cheek and your skirt. He wonders if you’ll remember to wash it, God forbid your stupid brother find a cum stain on it.

He scrapes his cum onto his fingers and orders you to face him. He brings his sperm to your lips, expecting you to know what to do.

“Eat.” he says. You hesitate. He wants you to what? It’s a liquid, you can’t eat it. Does he want you to lick his fingers? Put them in your mouth? He’s sick of waiting, however, forcing them by your lips until the bitter taste coats your tongue. “Eat it.” he looks at you with venom in his stare.

You hold his hand sweetly with both of yours. He watches you as you suck his fingers, internally thinking how much better you are doing this than you are at sucking cock. He bears his teeth, the golden one glimmering in your eye once again as you continue to clean the cum from his digits.

“Thaaaat’s it, good girl. It’ll get the taste of weed out of your mouth.” he tells you. You finish sucking, releasing his fingers with a gentle pop before placing his hand back on your thigh.

He allows his fingers to lightly caress your skin. The pads carefully glide over you as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him for the final time during this encounter. But he wanted to fuck you, didn’t he? He wanted you to suck him off properly, too. He’ll let it go for today, but this certainly won’t be the one and only time you’ll bare it all for him.

You still owe him for the weed, after all.

He thinks he might set up a depraved little payment plan for you.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[aciddrattboyy]

love & war

after getting upset with your bf over him beating someone up, he decides to make it up to you. in a library....

ryusei x f! reader ☆ smut ☆ wc: 3.3k cw: fingering, public sex, exhibitionism(?), dirty talk(?) [college au!] a/n: i had sm fun writing this its prob my fav work as of rn frfr im in love with ryusei

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“where’re you off to,” ryusei's voice seemingly came out of nowhere as he materialized next to you. walking in pace with you as you rushed through the campus courtyard to the bus stop. 

“somewhere youre not, ryusei,” your tone was dry, not bothering to give him the satisfaction of looking at him. you heard him make a mock, exaggerated sound of hurt as he brought a hand up to his heart. 

“why so formal,” you could practically hear him pouting and under different circumstances you wouldve found it cute. but not now, while you were still upset with him over the events that happened a couple nights prior. “what happened to ryu or baby or love or honey or daddy-,” you spun on your heels, glaring at him as your face began to heat. he stood there, a dumb look of innocence on his face with his hands stuffed into his black shorts.

“shut up,” you grit through your clenched jaw, readjusting your bag as you turned back around, knowing you’d be screwed if you missed this bus. but ryusei had other plans, side stepping you and cutting you off.

“are you still mad,” he asked simply, in a way that sounded like you were the one being dramatic. you scoffed, shaking your head as you tried to move past him. but it was never that easy with him, getting stopped once more by his towering frame in front of you.

“i need to get on the bus,” you tried to reason with him, but the way his smile only grew made you realize that was a bad decision. 

“i’ll let you go if you give me a kiss,” he puckered his lips comically, pushing his face towards you. within a split second, you decided this wasnt worth it; quickly walking back the way you came in hopes of being able to find a friend or even an acquaintance willing to give you a lift. ryusei hurried after you, hands coming out of his pockets to wave them in surrender. “okay, okay, okay how ‘bout i just give you a ride,” much to ryusei’s delight, you stopped in your tracks as you seriously contemplated it. on one hand, you were still upset with him. on the other, you wouldnt have to worry about creepy men on a crowded bus or pleading with someone else to take you. 

“fine-,”

“yay!” ryusei was quick to drape his arm over your shoulder, navigating both of you to the parking lot. “so where’re you headed princess,” his overly sweet tone was annoying you. you thought about lying, having him drop you off somewhere close and walk the rest of the way. but after thinking about it for more than two seconds, you realized that wouldnt work on him. 

“the library,” you kept your hands on the strap of your bag, not wanting to play into his games. 

“oh ew,” he said quickly, detaching himself from your hip to open the passenger door for you, closing it after you got in. ryusei may piss you off more often than you wouldve maybe liked, but you couldnt deny he was still a gentleman most of the time. lightly jogging to the other side and hopping into the drivers side, he shot you a smile. “why’re we going to the library,”

you were in the middle of connecting your phone to his cars bluetooth, seeing your contact name ‘my baby’ on the small screen before you paused. ryusei's lips twitched into a smile just for a moment, seeing you be so comfortable around him despite how angry you were. 

“we?” you repeated, glancing at him in disbelief before you started scrolling through your plethora of playlists. 

“yes we,” he said quickly, turning on the car and backing out of the lot. “are you hungry?” he asked absentmindedly. for the first time since seeing you to he wasnt teasing you or trying to get even more under your skin. he was still your boyfriend after all and your health was important to him.  

“already ate,” you mumbled.

“when?” his eyes were on the rode, one hand on the steering wheel in a way he recalled you saying was attractive once before. he glanced at you, seeing you reach in his glovebox for the spare phone charger you stashed in there months prior. 

“like an hour ago,” you relaxed back into the seat, noticing how it was still reclined the way you had it last time you were in here. grabbing your phone. after ryusei nodded in response you decided to just put one of your playlists on shuffle. almost as if you were in some weird romcom, the first song to play was one of the first songs you ever recommended to ryusei when you were still in a sort of talking stage; the only way you knew how to flirt at the time being to share spotify playlists. 

ryusei who also remembered how this song was apart of your relationship origin story, smiled to himself. humming along and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat.  the two of you fell into a somewhat comfortable silence. if you could forget how ryusei broke a guys nose and gave him a concussion for simply offering you a drink and then saying he did it for you, it would almost be a normal day.

you unbuckled your seatbelt as he pulled into the parking lot, grabbing your bag and opening the door once he stopped pulled into a spot. just as you were getting ready to give him your thanks, you heard him put the car in park and watched as he got out of the car. 

“what i said i was coming,” he shrugged his shoulders as you squinted your eyes at him. “oh,” he quickly cleared his throat, putting a hand over his heart and the other up by his shoulder. “i solemnly swear i will not break someones nose if they offer you a book,” 

“youre not funny,” you said lowly, scoffing as you made your way to the entrance. ryusei quickly got into step with you, easily slipping his hand in yours. 

“i was just being truthful,” pushing the door open for you, he watched as you took a crumpled piece of paper out of your pocket, reading it from over your shoulder. “are those the books you need?” he asked after reading the list. you only nodded, looking around the building as you tried to find where you should even start your search. ryusei knew you’d rather search the shelves for hours than ask for help and and he really didnt want to watch you go through hundreds of books before you could find the ones you need, so he snatched the list out of your hand, quickly turning away before you could take it back. “i’ll get these for you go find somewhere to sit,” 

“do you even know how a library works,”  

“no but unlike you i’ll ask for help- now go find somewhere to sit,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, making his way deeper inside the building before you could even respond. letting out a heavy exhale through your nose, you went the opposite direction, towards the study rooms and tables. 

you came across a corner with a small booth. the lighting was kind of bad but you’d rather have strained eyes than be confronted by yet another person who saw your boyfriend bloody a somewhat innocent man. you placed your bag on far side of the table, sliding into the booth with your back towards the wall and pulling out your phone. 

to your surprise, ryusei came walking over with a stack of books in his arms quicker than you thought he would. his face was turned away, using his most polite smile and tone to thank the elderly lady who helped him. you almost laughed when you saw the facade drop when he turned his attention on you. 

“here are all of your old, nasty smelling books,” he dropped them on the table with a small thud, ignoring your fleeting look of alarm at the noise. “librarians are actually very helpful,” he spoke while sliding into the booth next to you, smoothly draping his arm over the back of the creaky cushion.

“well thanks for your help,” you grabbed the heavy stack of books, pulling them closer to you and reading off the titles as you mentally checked off your list. “can you hand me my-”

“here,” he was already grabbing your laptop before you could finish asking, placing it in front of you before fishing his phone out of his pocket. you were grateful that he tamed his annoying tendencies when it came time for you to actually get to work. he sat next to you quietly, his side still glued to yours as he popped an earbud in and scrolled through tiktok. you put your own headphones on, quickly connected them to your phone and turning on your study playlist before opening your laptop and getting to work. 

ryusei was able to give it about three hours before he truly got bored. it was already dark out and he was running out of things to do. when he got tired of staring at his phone, he took a nap. when he woke up to you still working, he briefly stepped out to get you guys coffee and something to snack on. when he got back from the bathroom after chugging his drink in three seconds you were still typing away on your laptop. all of the books were open to pages you had marked, taking up almost all of the table space. he groaned and was mildly disappointed when he gained no response from you since your headphones were drowning out any outside noise. 

rolling his now sore neck thanks to his nap, he tried to think of something to do before he started bouncing off the walls. then his eyes landed on your thighs and suddenly he had the perfect idea. he knew he’d have to be careful about this, coming on too strong would make you all panicky. he had to take it slow. 

unceremoniously, he moved his hand from over the booth to his lap, readjusting his now half-hard cock in his basketball shorts. he slowly moved a hand to your thigh, rubbing small circles over the bare skin. he was silently thanking the weather for making you choose to wear shorts as he grabbed his phone off of the small portion of the table you so graciously left for him. 

you werent alarmed by his initial touch, it seemed harmless. you already knew ryusei was a touchy person and if anything you were surprised he was being so tame up until this point. that was until his hand rode up a little higher. it wouldve probably been noticeable if it wasnt for the fact that his fingers were now skimming just under your shorts. your head snapped towards him, taking your headphones off as you watched him stare at his phone. unfortunately for him, the sly smile tugging on his lips gave him away,

“whatre you doing,” you whispered, suspicion laced in your tone. he then looked at you, trying to use that same polite, innocent smile that he used on the librarian. 

“im just watching youtube-”

“you know what i mean,” you cut him off, not willing to put up with his bullshit. 

“no im not sure i do,” he squeezed your thigh lightly, letting you know that he in fact did know. this didnt stop him though, massaging your exposed skin as his fingers grew closer and closer to where he wanted to be. your thighs clenched as his middle finger slid over the crotch of your shorts, humming in delight at your bodys response. 

“behave,” you whispered through your teeth, turning back to your essay. but try as you may, you were not able to focus anymore. words blurring together as ryusei continued his little stuny, cupping your covered cunt. now that his charade was up, he completely disregarded his phone, eyes solely on you to watch every micro change on your face as you tried to keep it together. 

his hand traveled up to your waistband, not wasting any time before moving past both your shorts and panties. ryusei's smile was wicked as he pressed down on your clit, sliding down your slit. 

“well it seems like youre the one who needs to behave,” he spoke lowly against your ear, his middle finger just barely pressing into your fluttering walls. ryusei knew he was being a massive hypocrite. one glance over and you’d see his dick pressing almost painfully against his own shorts. but he enjoyed seeing you get embarrassed so he really didnt care. 

“youre awful,” your voice was strained, face heating up with a mix of fear and lust. you didnt know what you’d do if you were caught but it probably would involve your funeral. your insult only spurred ryusei on, dipping a finger inside you. he cursed under his breath, feeling how tight you were around him causing blood to run straight to his dick as he thought about how you felt around him when he fucked you. 

his free hand reach for your leg, hooking it over his to give him easier access. there was something extremely hot about how you didnt stop him. how you didnt want him to stop. it was evident in the way your hand clung onto his forearm. or more so in the way your hips were now rocking against his hand playing with your pussy, clit grinding against his palm. you didnt dare look at him, scared that if you did things would escalate even further. 

“youre pretty filthy arent you?” his tone was just plain mean, pushing two fingers in you without warning. he crooked them inside you before setting a slow, tortuous pace. “you say im awful but youre the one humping my hand,”

“ryu-” you whined softly, burying your head in your arms as if trying to hide yourself. his humiliating words made you clench around his fingers, silently willing him to go faster. he was moving painfully slow and you craved more. 

“ah there it is,” he clicked his tongue before roughly pressing the heel of his palm against your throbbing clit. “i see we’ve now dropped the formalities,” his fingers fucked into you just a bit faster. if you listened closely you could here the muffled squelching behind your shorts. “if i knew it would take a couple fingers in your pussy to make you drop the attitude i wouldve done this sooner,” 

this caused you to whip your head towards him, ready to tell him he wasn’t off the hook just for making you feel good. but this was a part of ryusei's plan, immediately catching your lips with his before you could even speak a word. the kiss was messy. bullying his tongue into your mouth as he added a third finger inside of you. you got lost in the pleasure of it all, small moans muffled by his lips as your hips eagerly bucked into his hand. 

ryusei was the one to break the kiss, pulling away slowly with your bottom lip caught between his teeth for just a moment before he let go. he loved the way your lips were now glossy and puffy because of him. he was about to smash his lips against yours again until he saw something interesting in his peripheral. 

“look over there,” he cocked his head, motioning for you to look in that direction as his smile grew wider. there was the guy he beat the shit out of just a few days ago. ryusei just couldnt believe his luck, praying to any god up there that decided to smile upon him this one time. he turned his attention back to you, seeing how mortified you looked as you ogled the poor boy sitting on the other side of the room. he was just barely in view, the bandages over his nose leaving no room for doubt. ryusei slowly pulled his fingers out just enough to thrust them back in and get a reaction from you. you had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep quiet as he curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that would have you mewling under different circumstances. “do you think he saw,” ryusei's tone was different now, a lot less light hearted and more so possessive. his smile was downright intimidating as he saw worry paint your face. “i bet he wishes he was me,” he continued on, leaning over and whispering in your ear as you tried to hide yourself again. 

the grip you had on ryusei's arm only tightened as you neared your release, his dirty words accompanying his now brutal pace in your cunt becoming too much. ryusei had been prepared to draw this out, wanting to see you whine and beg for him to make you cum. but now he desperately needed to see you come undone while the idiot who tried to get with you was there. ryusei knew it was petty, but he didnt care. hooking a finger under your chin, he lifted your head, forcing to look at the guy who had simply offered you a drink at a party. he was typing away on his computer, most likely not even aware that the guy who sent him to the hospital was here. 

“ryu- wait-,” your whines sounded pathetic, even to your own ears as you felt the knot in your stomach only grow tighter. you shivered as he placed a wet kiss on your neck, lightly nipping at your skin.

“how do you think he’d feel if he knew what you were doing? such a dirty girl getting off on your boyfriends fingers in front of another guy,” whispering into your ear, ryusei was probably enjoying this even more than you and he wasnt even the one getting fucked. the tent in his pants had grown painfully tight but he decided it was definitely worth it. your thighs were trembling, your lips parted as you got closer to an orgasm. 

he let out a low groan, feeling the way you were clenching down on him. having had much experience with making you cum, he knew you were close. pulling his fingers out, he messily rubbed at your clit. watching with sickening pleasure as you hunched over, hands flying to grip the edge of the table as you came undone.

“atta girl thats it,” his voice was husky, dripping with pure lust as he helped you ride out your high. he only stopped when your hips started to jerk away from him because of the overstimulation. you looked beautifully fucked out as he pulled his hands out of your underwear, making sure to keep eye contact as he sucked each of his fingers clean. 

“you cant be serious,” you were in disbelief, absolutely mortified at ryusei’s display. burying your head in your hands out of embarrassment after he just shrugged his shoulders in response. 

“well,” he got out of the booth, stacking all of the now discarded books. “i think you’ve done enough work for today,” he couldnt bite back his smile even if he tried, being rather proud of himself  for all the hard work he’s done. “how about i go put these away and you go wait out in the car- or will you need help walking,” 

you flipped him off as you slid out after him, knowing you weren’t going to be able to live this down anytime soon. you followed him silently as he walked over to the return bin, not daring to look back where ryusei’s victim was sitting. 

“i hope you guys had a productive night,” the librarian said innocently, all too happy to take the books off of ryusei’s hand. with one glance at you, his smile only grew 

“we most certainly did,” 

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[pfpanimes]

⌕ blue lock - shidou ryusei.

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[kishibei]

MOUTH BREATHIN'

shidou ryusei x reader | pwp smut, 18+ | 1.1k words

summary: when your boyfriend's team loses yet another game, you lose your temper. you like to run your mouth and shidou's got just the solution to the problem...

cont: throat fucking, hair pulling, rough sex, degradation, light dacryphilia (?), shidou is mean !!!

shidou doesn't know when to stop. he's never been good at it; knowing how far is too far when it comes to anyone but himself.

your knees hurt more than anything and that jaw he's holding open feels like it's about to unhinge when he tells you to open wider. ryusei's never been gentle, but this feels like it's gonna be his worst— you know it is.

maybe you should've been a little nicer to your boyfriend after his game today; offering him a sweet little kiss and some encouraging words as he walked off the field. but instead, you had yelled, giving him pointers on shit you didn't know two things about.

you realize you should shut your mouth more often, but the time for that introspection is long gone; ryusei's already decided that he'll shut it for you.

...

"ryu! please, i said i was sorry!" you whine, pressing your lips together as the man strokes himself in front of you.

all he does is laugh, tapping his cock against your pursed lips; smearing around the pre that beaded and dripped from its blushy tip. shidou always had a way of making you feel dirty, staining your face with a messy mix of his cum and the lipgloss that once sat pretty on those perfect lips.

you can't help but press your thighs together at that, trying to ignore the desperate clench of your pussy as ryusei grabs a fistful of hair, using it as leverage so that lost and hazy gaze of yours finds his.

"aw c'mon baby, y'know you wanna..." ryusei purrs, long tongue darting out to wet his mouth. he brings his length to your lips again, this time not even bothering to push past them. he knows you'll open up; you always do.

a twisted grin pulls at the corners of shidou's mouth, almost bisecting his face as he watches you part your lips for him. his eyes are trained on the thick threads of saliva that connect the roof of your mouth and the tongue you stick out for him, laughing at just how much you're drooling over this.

shidou doesn't waste any time, shoving his heavy cock down your throat as soon as he's given the opportunity. it's like swallowing lead— the way his weighty length is being forced past your lips and into the wet cavern of your esophagus. you can't breathe, and clutching onto his thighs, you gasp; only making you choke on him even further.

shidou buries himself deeper, smiling as he watches your eyes widen and gloss over; fat, miserable, tears threatening to spill right from them.

"here... since y'know everything, right?" ryusei sneers, gripping the back of your head as his hips snap forcefully. "you can take it, hm? 'cause you're just the best at everything, aren't you?"

shidou lets out a low growl, throwing his head back as you gag on him; the force of your throat constricting around his cock only heightens his pleasure.

you can't take it— breathing heavily from your nose, you nearly hurl; feeling your lunch churn in your stomach from the pressure of it all. bile burns at your chest with how he's fucking your throat now, causing the tears you had tried so hard to hold back to start flowing.

"please, ryu!" you try to squeak out, the words dying in your throat as they're converted into foul gurgles around the man's length. he finds this hilarious, pushing your head down even further until the tip of your nose is buried in the smattering of flaxen hair that covers his pubis.

"still running that mouth?" ryusei teases, pinching your chin between a finger and a thumb. "don't make me fuck it outta you, now!"

your boyfriend doesn't wait for an answer; he knows it's what he's been dying to do from the beginning. so when he gathers you by the hair, unlatching your mouth from his cock— you know it's all been planned, thought out from the very moment you mouthed off at him back at the game.

ryusei practically tears your bottoms off, pouncing on you like some kind of starved animal. it's beyond primal the way he tosses you onto the bed, not caring about how your crown slams against the headboard as he parts your legs. pressing them to your chest, he folds you uncomfortably; the burn of your thighs in this position only makes you wetter, mindlessly gazing up at him now; completely and utterly at his mercy.

you look so stupid under him: blown pupils set in shining eyes, your mouth hung open laxly while drool covered your chin and chest. ryusei chuckles, lining his cock up with your dripping cunt before burying himself deep.

"fuck, you're such a slut! i mean, gettin' this wet off suckin' dick?! how desperate..." he's toying with you now, laughing hysterically as he pushes in until he reaches the hilt, giving you all of him.

you can't help but clamp down on his length as he bottoms out, your cunt fluttering once his hips slammed against yours.

"you like this? getting treated like the little whore you are?!" ryusei laughs. "i'm starting to think you bitch on purpose! just so i can fuck you like this, yea?!"

shidou uses you to his full disposal, chasing his high with the knowledge that no matter what he does, you'll always follow after. he doesn’t let up in the heat of your wanton cries, thumbing at your swollen clit with the sole intention of overwhelming you.

"it's too much! leave me ryusei! i can't...!"

your pleas fall on deaf ears, the man’s pace increasing as his thumbs find purchase in the dips of your hips, guiding you along his shaft with reckless abandon.

he’s good at what he does; knowing exactly what spot to prod at to make you arch into him, how to fuck you dumb, leaving you sobbing and begging for him to give you a break.

ryusei swats your hands away as you try to grab at his wrists, body shaking uncontrollably as you writhe around in pleasure. you're close, he knows you are; the way you're repeating his name like it's the only thing you know is more than telling of the fact.

"ryu... ryusei! ugh, ryu!" is all you can spit out, squeezing your eyes shut as your skin prickles with goosebumps, giving yourself into the height of your pleasure. you whine desperately as you finish, gripping onto ryusei trying to ground yourself.

shidou doesn't let up, still slamming into you as you cum all over his cock. it isn't long until he reaches his own peak, spilling into you with a deep grunt, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

"fuck!" he exclaims, looking down at you with a twisted grin.

"and i'm not even done with you yet..."

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[koishiro]

hi bae ur work is very cutie patootie may i request a moodboard with ryusei shido and michael kaiser (</3 favorite white boy tbh)

Dating Ryusei Shidou <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : okay but imagine having matching hair 😭💕

find michael kaiser here!

[shunshunrika]

to your last lazy boy nagi post …

but what if he does feel your essence drip onto him? what will he do then?

Well it can go three ways after this.

1. Our boy flips you to make you lie on your tummy and starts eating out your slimy pussy from the back, while squeezing your ass cheeks and occasionally jabbing at your clit with his nose, humming so the vibrations can reach your core.

2. He's too too tired for a full out session early in the morning. So he will call over his buddy Reo for help. Reo Mikage, the most meticulous and enthusiastic person ever makes sure Nagi's treasure is well taken care of and moaning his name. Until Nagi gets sulky and jealous and asks to join in.

3. He makes you rub yourself on his washboard abs and groin to get yourself off, eventually making a mess on his branded pants and squirting everywhere. Nagi doesn't say a word about it being a pain to clean up though since he's content he made you squirt.

[seishirospeaches]

PSYCHOFREAK!

inspired by: 🍓

genre: smut

warning: possessive mannerism, foul words, mentions of killing, hints of baby trapping, knife, cuffs, blindfolded, unprotected sex, bruising, choking, etc.

characters: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou x AFAB!character (individually told)

Minors NOT allowed and do NOT interact

After all your old classmates, friends and ex boyfriends all turned out to be dead one by one, you fear for the safety of your life. Resorting to your fiancé's arms for safety from the cruel world, without figuring out who the real killer was.

─── 潔 世一

The last few months has been crazy, your life became a nightmare. You dropped the call from your parents who was deeply concerned over the fact that your two best friend's has gotten into an accident. Both causing to lose their lives from drowning, it was mysterious but it gave chills down to your spine.

You wiped away the tears falling from your eyes, your fiancé was coming home late from his training, you wanted nothing more but to spend the rest of the night in his arms to feel safe, your terrified that what if he won't be able to make it home. You shrugged the idea off, you lost two of your bridesmaid and now you wonder whether to postpone the wedding or not.

It was two weeks away, and your husband was practically begging you to not postpone it. You adore and cherish Isagi truly, with all your heart.

Later that night the front door swung open, revealing Isagi who came from work.

You jolted up from your slumber, slowly making your way to him as he smiles at your sleepily form and eyes hardly open.

He chases a kiss down to your spine and to your neck.

"You missed me?" He whispered to your ear, you nodded your head.

"Had a nightmare too." You pouted, to which he kissed your soft lips. The make out session slowly became heated, his arms cupping your breast, his knees parting your legs as you felt them to your sex, it only took Isagi's self control to be destroyed is when those eyes looked at his lustful ones, he had no control to what he truly desires.

fap fap fap

Isagi thrusted aggressively showing no mercy, your hands was tied from the back as he used his other hand to hold your head down the sheets.

Drool coming out of those lips, he was animalistic and rough tonight. You wonder whether he was even tired or not, it has been going on and on but he didn't stop, he pulled you into different positions taking him deeper and deeper feeling him inside your womb.

"This pussy takes me so so...good" He darkly chuckles, your legs shaking releasing for the fifth time.

He turns you around, pulling you from the side as he pulls down your hips. The mirror was beside the bed, you could see yourself drench from sweat and cum, how your pussy was beaten up from him and his dick. He licked the stripe of sweat close to the back of your ear hearing his breathing and heartbeat.

He tore all of your clothes except your not allowed to never wear the engagement ring he proposed to you with. He would allow you to remove them whenever you'd wash the dishes, to laundry or take shower but you have to wear it right away, to Isagi the ring was like his personal branding (other than his dick) to you.

He pulled your other thigh apart, rubbing himself to your cunt until he plunges back inside. He pulled your other thigh apart, rubbing himself to your cunt until he plunges back inside.

You watched yourself trash around, but his arms was wrapped around your upper body. You couldn't look away, he was immensely focused fucking you, imprinting his dick inside of you, making you hallucinated and think of no one but him.

Your hair hung loose to the side as his lips was close to you ears.

You could see your nipples hardening, as he uses one of his hands to pinch those nipples, toying them as he gripped one of them.

He is making it last, he fucks you in a rough and fast speed.

You felt something inside your stomach, you wanted to cum again.

"You better hold that in, I'm not anywhere close to being done with you." He grabbed both of your shoulders tightly, tightening.

You couldn't even breath, he ordered you to touch your own pussy.

You managed to do so, touching yourself, while taking your free hand off your stomach. His pace never faltered, he could feel you touching yourself, so you know what was going on.

He know he was about to cum soon. The idea of you filled with his cum made him even go faster, to stuff you full and make you tired. You never know what sort of tricks he has up on his sleeves, That's because your his little naïve little slut.

All the late night from work wasn't truly just about work, he killed your friends who dared to make him cheat on you. He made them into a fool, no one could ever make him forget about you.

You were 'everything' he would ever want, what makes this other useless good for nothing friends of yours think they could have him.

He was drunk all over you.

If anyone would do the same to you, he'd killed them in a heartbeat. Isagi wants no one else but you. And you should feel the same about him.

Poor friends of yours, watching you lay in bed with the murderer. Screaming and cumming all over the one man you should be wary off by now.

The man you think was innocent, but he was the one trapping you now forever in his hold.

"I love you so much, Isagi."

─── 糸師 凛

You dropped your cellphone, your friend screaming and being brutally killed on the other end of the line frightened you to no end.

You picked up the phone calling out to her, but you heard a familiar breathing you knew for over years of dating. It was not a stranger to you, the pattern of breathing, scent, voice and even laugh. He made you crazy over him, but now you know who he truly was.

"When I get home you better be there or you don't want one of your precious family to be next." You sobbed, he ended the call. You covered your hand holding in the screams that wanted to leave your mouth.

He wasn't the same man you knew since the first time you met him, now he felt rather cold and strange. It felt like you were living in his shadow for so long that you didn't knew who he truly was.

It made patterns now, how the killing started when you agreed to date him, he killed one of your exes followed by your friends who kept warning you about him and now you truly felt alone. You wanted to stop him from aiming to anyone else, it was starting to get out of hand.

Even if your father was the chief of the police department, it felt futile to fight back and other from suing him of murder your crazy enough to think that you can't let your fiancé rot behind bars, you were getting married two days from now.

The rain started to pout followed by loud thunder outside, you heard the door swung open revealing Rin drenched from the rain, his heavy boots made its way to you. Showing no discretion of your best friend's blood staining his clothes.

He dropped down in his knees, looking vulnerable as he rest his face to your knees. A smirk formed on his lips, you were frightened by his every action.

You were unsure whether you love him still or was it truly fear coursing inside your veins.

He slowly moves up, moving closer and closer until his chest rest close to yours. His breathing was still, he seemed calm but your eyes were revealing the fear you hold from him. He moved the hair away from your face as he leans in close to your lips.

"I want you to continue loving me, can you do that baby?" His words travelled down to your pussy, even his voice still makes you wet, as a second goes by without an answer his fingers made way to your hair tugging the strands from the back.

Causing to look up in his eyes, turning darker in each moment.

Both lust and fear made Rin felt his adrenaline pumping back into him.

"Answer me bitch." You nodded, whimpering out multiple 'yes' until he harshly lets go of you.

"Stand up." He ordered you, his hands ushering you to do it quickly. You stood up, his body was close to yours.

"Arms out for me." You were hesitant, truly at this point no one was going to save you anymore.

"ARMS OUT! Dammit." You quickly complied as he harshly grabbed your wrist, pulling out cuffs.

The next thing you knew you find yourself naked and beneath him, begging and moaning out in ecstasy. Rin pulled you into a missionary position.

His balls slapping your cunt, as cum continued to leak down your whole. He was slow then started to pick up the pace then when your about to cum he pulls out.

"Your not cumming not until you tell me who you belong to." He was mercilessly fucking you, your legs shaking along with your back arching. You begged and begged but it was no use.

He grabbed both of your cheeks, making your lips open as he spat on them.

"Swallow." You did as you were told, making him snort at your pathetic state. But even if you cry and trash around underneath your fiancé it was all to sexy and hot. He wanted nothing more than to stuff you full of his cum.

But an idea came into his mind, why not trap you with his child. You could never run away from him or to anyone for that reason. Ruined by him as he'll fuck you whenever he wants, you'd be creaming around his cock and think of nothing but getting off it.

Such pathetic little cum slut. He thought.

Slowly he pushed himself even deeper, trapping his arms around your head.

"R-Rin please-" You hiccupped.

"Tell me what you want, I'll give it to you." He didn't stop not until you felt another wave inside your stomach, his dick imprinting your inside. A bulge formed showing his dick inside of you.

He pressed it down making you scream out his name as thunder clapped outside.

He darkly chuckles, "O-Oh please Rin, I need to cu-cum." You let out a broken moan, his hands snaked down to your neck. Choking you.

"Say who you belong to first." You licked your lips tasting both yours and his cum, you were covered in nothing but his cream.

"I'm yours, I'm forever yours. R-Rin." He started rubbing your clit as you let out your release.

He didn't stop thrusting even when you cummed, he kept cumming inside of you. You tried pushing him away but he only stopped you.

"Tonight, I want to make a baby with you. You'd make such a perfect mommy won't you? Make me a daddy." He cummed for the sixth time you have no clue when he was going to stop.

He started again, he was still hard.

"Even if you can't get pregnant now, I can do this all day. You're mine now."

─── 士道 龍聖

Maybe you should have listened to your guts, you suspected your lover Shido to be cheating on you. After he phone kept blaring on and on even bothers you the most especially when you are making love with him.

You had enough, tonight you wanted to see it for yourself and conclude it that he might be cheating behind your back. But it wasn't the case, it wasn't him being unloyal, not even the fact he wasn't burying a knife deep down to someone gut. It was just anyone it was your ex that you dated before him.

His eyes rolled back, as blood pooled around the man. Your worse mistake was to make a sound. The lamp post revealed yourself making Shido stood up.

He let out a 'tsk' sound from his lips.

A bruise was forming on the side of his cheek with a busted lip. He had the look of rage earlier but now he seemed amused.

"Kitten is always curious isn't she." He took bigger stride chasing behind you, the sound of your heels clacking on the pavement as he heard your ever move.

"You should just ask me, I love you and I trust you. Don't you remember? You repeated them to me." You took the wrong turn when it was just a huge wall barricaded. You turned back but your cruel fiancé was standing by the end.

"Please this isn't who you are, you aren't this kind of man." You begged. He only lets out a boisterous laugh as he walks close to your form trapping you.

"Did you really think I'd cheat on you? Honey, I'm insanely drunk over you. The idea to be with you, have sex, make you cream in my cock its all I want. I want you to be mine forever and ever." He hummed in delight.

He pressed his lips to yours, you didn't wanted to allow his tongue to enter but he pinched you to your sides causing him to slide his tongue between your cherry lips.

"You taste good." He continued attacking you with kisses. As his hands naughtily made way to unbuttoned your blouse, tugging your skirt down as he tore your panties.

He shoved a finger inside of you, looking at you with a smirk in his face. "Little kitten is wet, you can't lie to me with this pussy. You want me don't you?"

"I want you to fuck me! Right now, please please fuck me!" Your voice waivered as he forcefully unzipped his pants and began to pump his cock inside of you. It's his teasing tone that's getting to you, sending shivers up and down your spine. He let out a shaky laugh as he grabbed your hips, positioning his cock in a way that made it slide in easier than usual. He kept thrusting into you, making you moan as he began to get more confident with his cock. He began to moan and grunt in a way that only spurred you to take more of his dick in your mouth. "T-t-t… f-fuuuck! Nnngh… Ye… Ye… Na… Nngh…"

You moaned as you felt yourself get close, anticipating the orgasm that was to come. He began to thrust faster, going in and out, fucking you harder and faster as he continued to breath heavily. He shuddered as he moaned again and his body began to tighten, feeling his cum hit the back of your throat. He released his hand from you and grabbed his dick, fucking his hand up and down his dick as he came, squirting out his load onto your back.

He let out a soft laugh as he collapsed onto you.

"Were still going to get married and tomorrow you better put a fucking smile and not tell anyone what you saw. You don't want me to target one of your close relatives now do you?"

You shook your head, he pulls your close to him as he places you in a pile of boxes, rubbing himself to you as he plunges back inside of your cunt.

He blindfolded you, as he tore more clothes off your body and his he sucked and nipped on your breast that will leave hickies.

Harshly pulling you by the edge as he slowly goes in and out of you. Making you whimper and moan his name.

"That's my good girl, tell everyone who you belong to, only I can fuck you this good."

It was no use, you know your going to be trapped in his darkness and all you have left as a choice was to obey them.

[truegoist]

KISS PROMPT NO 33 @king-of-dreamers ,, warnings: gn reader, shidou bites the reader. ending *can* be read as suggestive

“Hi there my honey pookie love bear” shido slips into the kitchen, recently he developed a habit of calling you the weirdest pet names to get a reaction so you decide to just ignore him and focus on the task at hand.

Shidou ryusei does not enjoy getting ignored.

Sneaking behind you, he pulls you into an embrace, now your back against his chest and his head on your shoulder.

“What ya cooking there?” He rocks you both in a gentle motion, to which you hum.

both of you stand there silently for a few minutes and you’re trying to think of something to ask him when pain suddenly jolts through your body.

From the corner of your eye you can see your boyfriend, teeth sinked into the flesh of your shoulder. deep. it’s definitely going to bruise tomorrow

“Why would you-” catching your lips with his, shidou shuts you up. his kisses travel down your chin to your neck, and then to your shoulder again.

“sorry” he murmurs between kisses “dunno what came over me” with another sudden movement, he now has you facing against him

“but I’m really hungry now y’know”

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: ̗̀➛ Accompany the antennaed freak

Synopsis: You were tasked to oversee Shido Ryusei in the Japan U-20 team because you’re blue locks manager and that he needs to be put in a leash.

Warnings!: fem!reader, violence, swearing, Japanese and English honorifics, flirting, (name) is going to do THE Anri sketch pose and Shido Ryusei.

Anri pose

Reader is 18. Characters featured here are their original ages.

Note: main inspo for this fic @haikyuul0ver. I love you so much and your fanfics. I hope you’re doing alright and that you’re having a wonderful day! 💕

"The hell do you mean by that, Ego-San?!"

"You goin’ deaf after blaring music in your ears 24/7?"

Ego sasses and clicked his tongue, massaging the temples of his head. Anri looked at the girl a few meters in front of her in pity as she looked at the tablet in her arms. Shido Ryusei was still unconscious from the electrical shock, and in the basement, he was subdued by a straight jacket and a muzzle and is tied to a post. She had second thoughts about your methods in dealing with Shido but knew it was in their best interest if he was treated like a mental asylum patient.

"Lemme say this one more time through your rotting ears,"

Ego exhaled through his nostrils, massaging his temples as he propped his arm on the armchair. He felt like he would rip his hair out once he heard your whiny and annoying cries of discontent after hearing his recent request. It was in your contract to do whatever he or Anri told you. You even asked through the phone if all you had to do was follow whatever they had to say and that you would do it without a second thought.

And you did keep your word. You took notes of the player’s improvements, flaws, and styles with accurately and intricately. You would even come down to the cafeteria, or the field, and tell them what they should improve on, give them words of advice if they need it or give them words of encouragement and praises after seeing their cool tricks or spend some good quality time with them to take a load off of work.

The players would even ask Ego and Anri if you were busy or not to have you watch them practice, although he knew that they wanted you there for a bit of praise here and if they did a cool trick with the ball, they sometimes even pitch in with helping you clean up after stuff or carry things to the storage of staff room.

Ego somewhat regretted having a female manager amid deprived male athletes because now they would fight over dumb things revolving around you and boasting what they like about you.

What was worse was that you weren’t doing anything about their behavior and just let them do what they do.

One of the main reasons why he even recruited you was because having a manager that was around the same age group as the players would make them more at ease and looked easy on the eyes.

It took Anri WEEKS to convince you and your family to consider participating in the project. You were incredibly hesitant, considering that you would be moving away into the countryside without technology. If they wanted you on the team, they might as well bend the rules for you. They gave you high pay, freedom to use your phone with wifi as long as you didn’t give out any information of the players or the project as a whole other than it was meant to mold someone into the perfect striker and have Japan win the World Cup.

“You will be overseeing Shido Ryusei in the Japan U-20 as Sae Itoshi picked him to be a member in the team.” He stated once more, pushing up the bridge of his glasses.

“I know that but why did he pick that horny demon?! I thought that wasn’t allowed!!” You yelled at them with your hair in a frenzy.

“That little shit can’t make a chemical reaction with Rin Itoshi or any of the players and his destructive behavior would earn us a red card, giving us the disadvantage." Ego explains, and you chewed the bottom of your lip, taking in the information, curling your lips in your mouth before sighing.

“Fine.” Rolling your tongue into the side of your cheek, you looked at at Ego for a second but turning away and nodded.

“Good. Go pack your shit cause you’re leaving once he gets that little shit out of the basement. Now, begone.” Ego shooed you away by fanning his fan towards you. As you turned around to leave the room with a huff, you showed him the finger out of spite.

“Decrease her pat by ¥50,000, Anri-Chan.” Ego says, snapping his fingers together.

“Forgive me and my immaturity, Ego-san. I will look after Shido as if my life depends on it.” You spoke in a monotone voice as Anri giggled at her two colleagues' spiteful antics and lifted a hand to her mouth politely to hide her smile.

A thirty year-old man and an eighteen year-old girl, having beef with each other. She finds it amusing, although sometimes she does hold you back from murdering the man.

"He awake, Anri-San?"

"Yes, a little over a while ago." She replied as she looked into her tablet to see that the said man was still awake but was screaming something. Must be curses.

"Ok—just in case if he bites me, make sure to get me some anti-rabies shots." You joked as you walked with Anri towards the waiting room of the building.

Sae Itoshi had arrived to come get Shido and was waiting for you to escort him as you fiddled with the blue lock pin on your blazer.

Anri lightly laughs at your joke but takes notice of your chain of habits. Licking your lips repeatedly, scrunching up your nose, and digging your thumbnail against your index finger are habits that say you are nervous.

"Are you ok, (name)-Chan?" She asks worriedly and you looked at her with confusion before looking away.

"Nervous, is all—I guess."

"About what?"

"Meeting one of the Japan U-20 members—considering that they were picked by that money grubbing prick in the JFU."

The thought of the president of the JFU made your blood boil as you reminisced the meeting a few days ago. All of you were already in on this project deep, stoping now is wasting all of your efforts especially to the players who risked it all.

"You shouldn’t worry too much. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on a pretty girl like you! Even Rin and Baro treat you good!"

"Have you seen them looking at me?" You said as you shuddered at the memory of first meeting them. Their cold harsh eyes first meeting your eyes upon you introducing yourself as one of the Blue locks managers for their teams. But they haven’t called you lukewarm or donkey yet, so you guess that they do treat you a bit differently, although that doesn’t mean you’re intimidated by them.

"It’s not just that—we would be meeting Sae Itoshi, Rin’s big brother."

"Rin Itoshi’s big brother?" Anri curiously repeated.

The Itoshi brothers had problems going on with them. Rin had once told you that he had some issues with his older brother regarding broken promises. You valued your relationships with many friends, including between you and Rin. But the thought of being up close with Sae and being acquainted, at the very least, almost left like you would be betraying Rin in a way.

Considering the fact that Sae’s attitude turned a 180 in a span of 4 years in Spain and his attitude towards the press, you were worried as to how he would treat you. Someone lower than him probably.

Being with Shido meant that you would help the U-20 team, the enemy of blue lock. You had many conflicted feelings about this situation. Playing Judas against both blue lock and Rin was a stab to your heart and there was nothing you could do about it. You sighed to yourself, all this has such a hassle, you might as well suck it up and do your job.

"This is such a pain." You muttered as the doors in front of you automatically opened to reveal Sae sitting on a plum couch boredom as he looked out the window but his attention diverted to your direction.

With long strides and your chin held up high, you walked towards Sae and did your best to not maintain eye contact but you felt him staring at you intensely, that it made you walk slower. Was he judging you? Were your clothes unprofessional? You were just wearing something similar you saw in Pinterest! Many thoughts raced through your head in anxiety as you stopped a few meters from Sae.

"Thank you for your patience, Itoshi-Kun." Anri greeted him, catching up to you after she fixes her skirt. Sae hums in acknowledgement and looks over to you, his eyes trailing down to the familiar button on your blazers collar.

"Are you blue locks manager?"

"Yes and there are a few others of us. My name is (name) (last name), Itoshi-kun."

"Oh, you’re older?" You finally looked up at him as he looks at you in curiosity. He didn’t seem as scary as you initially thought he was and you straightened your posture.

"Err—yes, by a month or so."

"Alright. Show me where he is. Let’s not waste my time."

He demanded as he stood up, he has a relatively built physique, and his baggy buttoned-up shirt covers his toned muscles, no doubt about it. He certainly is Rin’s brother, both have identical eye color and features, especially their long bottom lashes and attitude.

‘I take that back—he’s exactly as the articles say.’ Your right eye lightly twitches as you looked over to Anri who nodded.

"Please follow us." She said as you and Sae followed behind, with Sae being in the middle of the two of you. You had to admit. He was a silent guy and very blunt. Either he’s confident in himself, or he’s arrogant. He looks over his shoulder to look down at you from behind.

"So—what do you think of him?"

"Him?"

"My—younger brother." He specified and the question piqued your interest.

"Rin-kun is an outstanding player and possesses high intelligence on scoring goals." You replied, and what you said was true. Rin is a mastermind in the field. You could never know what his next tactical move was. He managed to manipulate everyone on the field to score a goal. If a player thought he could score a goal, he would appear behind them and steal the goal, taking away any possible chances of them winning. Simply seeing him play and trick his opponents was enough to amaze you. Without a doubt, he is a genius like his older brother.

Sae didn’t say anything else. His eyes trailed away as his eyes softened upon hearing your words. Sae stops walking, and you immediately took step back to maintain distance before he looks at you fully.

"And do you believe that him and his team would win this match?" You took a moment to think. As much as you hopped and expected them to win, doubt and anxieties crawled from the back of your mind. The U-20 national team was comprised of exceptional players.

You would know because you watched them play while you were studying. For all you know, they could be on par with the big five that was called to blue lock to assess the players, all of which brutally and easily won against the remaining teams. You tilted your chin up and looked Sae straight in the eye.

"Yes, I believe that Rin and his friends can win against you and the U-20 national team." Sae’s eyes narrowed after hearing your response, you weren’t too sure if it was out of disgust or amazement but now you were bracing yourself for a insult. Even so, you kept your head high with certainty.

Surprisingly he didn’t reply but looked away and continued walking, as did you. The three of you arrived inside the holding room, which was called the basement as a cover name for the ‘punishment room.’

The doors open and reveal Shido. He looks up and looks at Sae before he spots you beside him and brightens up.

"Ms.Manager! You here to see me?! Cause’ you’re all I can-!"

"She isn’t." Sae interrupted Shido, who was about to say how much he misses you and you, who was going to disagree with him. It was by then did he notice the redhead who was a little too close to you for comfort.

"Blue lock is a cage much too small for you,"

"The fuck?"

"I will free you—I want your ego. Go wild for my sake."

And with that, you and Shido exited the building and into a shuttle bus, heading towards the training camp where the U-20 team was residing.

You had to claw the armchair to prevent yourself from choking Shido until he passed out, as he did nothing but cling to you relentlessly and talk your ear off.

"Seriously, Ms.Manager! Do you gotta always electrocute me? Don’t you think it’s too much~?"

"How else are we supposed to stop you from hitting someone else? It’s not like Kunigami is there to stop you like last time." You sighed as you tried to duck your head under his arm to escape his grip, but he, instead, tightened his hold around you.

"You sure? Cause’ I remembered the redhead chick saying you were the one who implemented the electric shock—don’t tell me that you’re-?!" You slapped your palm over his mouth.

Shido grinned widely and licked your palm, you shrieked after feeling something wet come in contact with your skin, and you pulled away from Shido, standing up and pressing yourself against the window.

"What the hell, Shido?!"

"Aww~! Still calling me by my last name?" He whines in disappointment, puckering his bottom lip and furrowing his brows to look like a toddler being upset, but you look at him in disbelief and disgust.

"You’re so disgusting!!" You yelled as you ran towards the aisle to get away from Shido.

"Just—just behave yourself until we arrive." You said under your breath as you sat on beside the driver who looked at you worryingly.

"Everything alright with Shido, (last name)?"

"The usual." You mumbled. Taking out your hand sanitizer and poured the transparent liquid into the palm of your hands and rubbed it throughly.

"Shido." You called out for him but there was no reply.

"Shido?" You called a second time and there was still no response. You looked over your shoulder and peered through your seat, you saw Shido staring out of the window.

Standing up, you walked towards Shido and stood behind him, he finally acknowledged your presence after seeing your reflection and looked you over by his shoulder.

"You were spacing out. Everything alright?"

"You told me to behave, so I did."

"For half an hour?" You checked your watch and looked at him with an amazed smile and raised brows. He grins and tilted his head back to look at you.

"I listen to my favorite manager after all!"

"I’m your only manager," you sighed and looked out of the window and saw the passing scenery of the city.

"So what were you looking at?"

"Oh, just nothin’. Been a while since I’ve been outta prison." Shido says, and he looks back at the window as the bus is met with a red light. You agreed to what Shido for the first time. Blue Lock didn’t have windows for you to look out and admire the outside world.

Ego said he didn’t want the boys to escape or have someone give them prohibited things. The last time you were out of blue lock was a few weeks ago, accompanying Anri to a conference meeting. Seeing the sun and its bright lights was enough to blind you. You sat on the armchair next to Shido, who immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and burrowed his face into your back, deeply inhaling your flower-detergent-scented blazer.

"My beloved manager~♡" he mumbles as you feel your face heat up and your heart beating faster against your rib cage, threatening to burst open from his bold action as you try to pry yourself away from Shido.

"Let—go—" you whispered, trying to push yourself off his hold, but he sat there unaffected. He was too heavy for you, after all. I mean, did you have the strength to push off a football athlete who’s been through the football version of the hunger games? You soon gave up and let him cling to you with visible pink hearts around him.

"Shido,"

"Yes~?"

"You said that I’m your—favorite—manager, right?"

"The one and only!! ♡"

"And you said you’ll listen to me, right?"

"If you say to lick your toes, I will."

"A-anyway when we arrive can you promise me one thing?" You said as you tried to forget what he said a moment ago. He notices the serious tone in your voice and pulled away, brining his legs together to sit Indian style.

"Be sure to behave yourself, ok? I don’t want any problems with those people, k?" He smiles and nodded, before wrapping his arms around you again, "bet."

You were inside the conference room where the U-20 players are. You were standing behind Shido, who was wearing an Adidas white tracksuit. You felt so out of place in the room, and you didn’t know why, maybe it was because you were wearing a formal attire? Everyone glanced back at you over their shoulder, and you would look at them before smiling at them politely. They would then look away with a red faces and maybe whisper something to their friends. Sometimes they would look scared after looking at you and turn their head back around. Shido glared at them with hate at the act of looking at you with hearts in their eyes.

"Quit picking your nose." You whispered, lightly kicking his chair, and so he did, flicking it in a random direction that unfortunately landed on a player's clothes.

You leaned against the wall as Sae was roasting one of the red-headed players, Sendo Shuto. Everyone in the room went silent after Sae listed a life that almost every famous person has, which left Sendo embarrassed. In the blink of an eye, Shido leaped from his chair, jumped on the tables, and slammed Sendo’s head on the table. Your jaw dropped to the floor at the scene as you jolted forward.

"Didn’t I tell this jackass to behave?!"

"Getting all hung up over some titles is lame as hell! You watch your damn mouth, you dumb ass striker!!"

"Sae Itoshi aside—a nobody from who-knows-where like you—doesn’t get to talk to be like that!!" Sendo croaks out angrily before he swings his arm to attack Shido.

"Then I guess you’re the first," Shido says. He was ready to kick Sendo in the head as he did with Rin, and just as you were about to stop his attack, the U-20 captain grabbed his leg before you could.

"Man, you’re really looking down on us." Oliver Aiku pointed out. Shido tried to use his free leg to hit the captain, but Oliver caught it quickly before he swung him to the ground and apprehended Shido, one hand gripping his wrists and the other on his neck. His strength took you aback, and was more impressed as he knew how to apprehend Shido like a police officer.

"You’re even stressing out your pretty manager over there."

He noted, looking at you over his shoulder. Stress was an understatement. You were the embodiment of panicking. You cringed a bit as Oliver called you pretty. He was a womanizer, after all. You would know because last year, one of your third-year seniors’ was dating Oliver, and a few months later, she got dumped by him brutally. You also found many videos and news articles about Oliver’s dating history.

The captain had knocked out Shido, so there won’t be any further problems since the meeting would end soon. You folded your blazer and set it under Shido’s head, with your face flushed in embarrassment and tears almost swelling your eyes as you tried to keep a straight and composed look.

"I’m sorry for his violent behavior—sir." You muttered to the coach who approached you, his face was red in anger at your player's behavior.

"You should have been-!"

"Hey, coach! Don’t be too harsh on the pretty lady!" Oliver interrupted the older man as he swung his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close. You and the coach were surprised as he just popped out of nowhere. Oliver then looked at you with a grin.

"His behavior ain’t her fault in the slightest, so chill out."

"What he said."

"Oliver is right. It’s not his managers fault that he hit Sendo, pretty sure she was hoping that he wouldn’t be violent on us."

"This whole thing is his fault, not hers to begin with. Is she the one who told Shido to hit Sendo? Nope." The team players backed up their captain. Who went behind you two, you looked at them with amazement, and they looked at you before looking away shyly. Oliver grinned at his men.

"I know, right~! How do ya call yourself a man if you make a pretty lady cry?" They continued to egg him on until Sae called the coach over and whispered something in his ear that made him freeze up before storming out of the room. You looked at Sae who was approaching you.

"Thanks for that. You didn’t have to do that though—I couldn’t just taken it and went on with my day."

“Its fine. It was wrong for a man to raise his voice at a woman whose not at fault.”

"Sae’s right. We knew it wasn’t your fault. We would hate to see you just take on scolding even though it wasn’t really your fault." Niou reasoned you with a smile and you politely bowed your head and gave the boy a smile.

"Thank you also, umm—?" He was in a trance. He didn’t know how to react as Niou’s mouth was left agape, but he could only think of one thing.

"She’s so beautiful!!" He thought, along with his friends. They have seen various beautiful girls in their careers but not as good-looking as you. It made them blush red whenever they were looking at you.

"Sorry, but I haven’t got any of your names yet. I’m relatively new to football, after all." You laughed, admitting your cluelessness, and scratched the back of your head, and they repressed the urge to just fanboy then and there. Sae kept a neutral face but looked away and faked a cough. Darai looked away and started to mutter prayers to repress the urge to geek out. Niou tried to say his name but couldn’t because he was embarrassed and shy. Nero was hiding behind Niou but kept peeking from his shoulder before retreating behind him and fanning himself so he won’t pass out. Oliver looked at his teams' reactions and sighed before looking back at you.

"Names O-"

"Oh, I already know your name." You interrupted the man and Oliver was a bit shocked before smiling to himself and towards his teammates, who looked at him in shock.

"Is that so~? Am I that famous?"

"You actually dated my senior, her name is Hikari Fujiwara."

It took a few seconds before he remembered the name of one of his exes, a pretty girl she was, but he got bored of her a few weeks into the relationship and broke up with her. Now he was regretting either dating her or breaking up with her after seeing your cold face.

"I-is that so?"

"Yea—she cried to the girls and me saying how brutal your breakup was with her," you stated as you grabbed his arm and moved it away from you, and stepped back.

"I know she’s a bit hard to handle at times, but you didn’t have to just break up with her through text and ghost her after that.” You sighed exasperatingly, and Oliver sweated nervously. You were scolding him like a mother. His teammates looked at him before looking away, not wanting to get involved with him.

"Umm-"

"So, what’s your name?" You interrupted Oliver and looked in Niou’s direction. Oliver’s jaw dropped to the floor as a girl had ignored him for the first time.

"Y-you talkin’ to me?"

"Uh-huh.”

Niou cleared his throat and straightened himself to make himself look presentable in front of you. He gives you a confident smile with pink-tinted cheeks.

"Names Niou Kazuma, n-nice to meet ‘cha!" He mentally slapped himself as he stuttered once more in front of you.

"It’s nice to meet you, Niou-San."

"You don’t have to be formal just call me by my first name, Kazuma."

"Really?" You looked at him with uncertainty but he nodded eagerly at you.

"Yea, I don’t mind!!"

"Alright then, Kazuma." The air was knocked out of his lungs. Niou could faint right then and there and fell face first if it weren’t for Darai catching him as he stumbled back.

The remaining two introduced themselves to you shyly, making you smile in relief. They weren’t as scary as you thought they would be. You, at the very least, hoped Shido would get along with these boys. Although thinking about it, you may be asking too much.

Sae offered to carry Shido to his dorm room, but you tried to assure him it was alright, but he persisted until you let him carry the unconscious gyaru boy towards the private dorm of you and Shido.

“This is it.” You said, pocketing your phone and pulling out a room key, opening the door. You took off your shoes and Shido’s shoes as well. Sae walked towards the nearest bed and laid Shido on the mattress, roughly, that is. He groans as he cranks his shoulder.

“Thank you, Itoshi-kun and I’m sorry for his behavior.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Once again it is his fault not yours.”

“Oh, yea. Thanks for carrying him all the way here, he must’ve been heavy.” You smiled, covering Shido with a blanket.

“He is.” Sae admitted making you laugh lightly. The redhead took notice at the two beds in the room and the makeup bag on the bed over him.

‘Are they—?’ He shook his head at the thought. There was no way they would let you share a room with him. I mean, the higher-ups surely had the decency to let you have your privacy.

“Everything alright?” You asked him, seeing that he was glaring at the bed over him.

“Yes, it’s just—do you and Shido sleep here?”

“Pretty much.”

“What?” He looks at you in disbelief with his eyes wide and his jaw to the floor. You look at him and you understood his reaction.

“I know but don’t worry. I know Shido won’t pull a crazy stunt. I think.”

“I’ll try to get you a private room,” Sae announced. Zipping up his jersey and was about to storm out of your shared dorm room and have a talk with the higher ups. You sprinted over to Sae and blocked his way.

“Don’t worry about it, Itoshi-kun! Ego-San intentionally had us share a room so I can keep a closer eye.”

“A bit too close.”

“Trust me. This is for the best. I received way too many complaints from Shido’s last team.” You reasoned with him. Getting approached by his teammates, from his loud snoring to the threats that he would murder them in their sleep in the most grotesque ways possible and later play it off as a joke. It’s safe to say his teammates didn’t feel safe being in the same room as him. He looks at you with uncertainty but takes your word for it. Sae soon left, and you got to work, making an email about today's events and sending it to Ego and Anri.

Shido stirs away from the sound of the keyboard clicking. He left a pondering headache bloom in the right side of his head, where he slammed on. He raised his head and saw a blurry image of you sitting on a bed and balancing your drink on your boobs.

“That arch, though.” You stopped typing after hearing Shido speak. You abruptly stopped drinking and slowly turned in his direction with wide eyes. Shido still looked groggy, his eyes blinking like a frog and droll dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“How’re you feeling? You’ve been out for an hour now.” You said. Hopping out of bed, you opened the mini fridge and gave Shido a water bottle. He twisted the cap open and drank the entirety of the water.

“‘m fine- OW!!” Shido whines after feeling a painful tug on his ear. You glared at the blond-haired boy with pink tips as you let go of your grip.

“Why’d you do that for?!”

“Do you realize how much trouble you’re in?” You huffed, standing up from the bed and anxiously paced around the room.

“What were you thinking, slamming Sendo Shuto’s face on the table?!

“Just felt like it.” Shido shrugged, and you felt your blood pressure going higher. You looked at Shido in disbelief and anger before you angrily sighed.

“I could care less about how you act around other people, but this is serious, Shido. That shitty coach has been chewing me out because of your behavior toward that strawberry-haired kid!” You ranted about what happened that past hour with no breaks, and Shido only looked at you as you paced around the room with a twinge of guilt in his heart.

Perhaps he took it just a little bit too far.

“Sorry, manager—” he whispers lowly after you finish your rant that left you out of breath. You turned to Shido, who genuinely looked remorseful, and your anger slowly simmered down. As you sighed, you rummaged through your duffel bag.

“It’s all in the past now. All that matters is that you make things right. I want you to make amends so that your time can be tolerable. Got that, Shido?”

“Mm.”

“Shido.”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes with a pout. You tossed him the U-20 uniform that was given to you by the higher ups.

“Get changed. We’ll be going out once you’re finished.” Shido inspected the uniform and looked at you with a smile that you know all too well. You gave him a suspicious look, “what?”

“To think that my dear manager would want me to get changed in front of her. Not that I don’t mind, though~!” As he drew the bottom part of his shirt over his chest, you threw a pillow at him with a crazed blush on your face, “In the bathroom, you cockroach!!”

“Names Shido Ryusui, m’ 18 and, uh,” Shido trailed his words off and tried to think about another thing about himself. The U-20 players weren’t impressed with Shido’s half-assed attempt at an introduction. Sendo was burning holes into Shido’s head ad grits his teeth in anger at the man who attacked him.

“Oh yea. Under lashes senior picked me from blue lock cause of my skills for sum’ like that.” Now that got their attention.

“You’re from that ridiculous project?” One of the players scoffed in disbelief, “The two of us are, but rest assured,” you suddenly spoke as you entered the field in a new outfit, which you moved more capably in.

“We aren’t here for the reasons you’re thinking. As Shido said he was here because Sae wanted him to play in the same team. Nothing more, nothing less.” You explained to the group with Sae, who was trailing behind you, and they hesitatingly nodded. You then looked at Shido and gave him the signal making him sigh begrudgingly. He then looks at the strawberry-haired guy he attacked an hour ago and Sendo looks back at Shido with a glare.

“So about our first, like, interaction. Umm, did sum’ thinking and—” Shido sighs heavily and looks back at you. You looked at him beggingly, and he didn’t have the heart to ignore you, so he looked back at Sendo with his pride swallowed, “Sorry for hitting ya, dude. No hard feelings, though, right?”

Sendo left his blood vessel pop at his unapologetic tone as he was about to retort, his eyes diverted to your direction, and his words were caught up in his throat. He looked at his captain and Oliver gave him a look.

“It’s no big deal—” he mumbled angrily, “are you feeling better, or are you still in pain, Shuto-San?” You asked to the boy, and he jumped back, hearing your gentle and worrying voice.

“Ahh, errr, yea!”

“That’s good to hear. I hope you can look past Shido’s behavior and get along with him just for training, if you don’t mind.” You whispered to him, and his face turned bright red once you stepped closer and nodded vigorously.

“So why’re you with Sae, dear manager~?” Shido asks in a bittersweet tone, giving the older Itoshi a stink eye which he returns.

“Ego-San called me a few minutes back and told me to print some papers to have the coach sign them. I just so happen to bump into him while I was coming to the field.”

“You had me worried cause you suddenly disappeared from OUR SHARED DORM ROOM.” Shido raised his voice at the last four words, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and embracing you. He looks over your head and bathes in the jealous gaze of the players. You huffed and pushed yourself away, “alright, Shido. Get ready for training.”

“Yes, ma’am~! ♡” he jogs towards the players and stands next to Sae, who gives him an eye roll, “both of you, good luck with your training. I hope that the two of you can get along with each other and make cool passes.” You grinned sweetly at them, and they nodded with pink clouds on their cheeks.

“Oh and U-20?” They turned to your direction so fast that they almost gave their neck a whiplash. Giving their full attention to you.

“Good luck with training also. I hope your practice goes smoothly with Shido.” You smiled brightly at them, and they were on cloud nine as they all yelled a yes. Now, they were all pumped up to training.

“Where do you think (name) is?” Chigiri asks Isagi beside him. He and some other players were chilling in the cafeteria since it was their break time. Isagi hums and balances himself on the back legs of the chair.

“Dunno, Ego-San said that she was busy doing some things. You know where she went, Bachira?”

“No clue. Haven’t seen her at dinner also.” Bachira responds with a sigh, missing their manager immensely, “should we ask the other managers? Maybe they have a clue where she is.”

“We tried but all of them said they don’t know where she went.” Chigiri noted. Growing ever so curious where their manager was. You never left without telling anybody and if you did, it was because you had a quick errand to do.

“Knowing (name) she’s probably busy right now. Our match is in 3 weeks from now, all of the staff must be busy with preparations.” Reo said, going to sit across them with Nagi trailing behind him, eyes glued to his phone.

“Hopefully her work will finish sooner. Cant wait for her to compliment my skills!!”

“What makes you think she’ll compliment you, Bachira? It’s obvious that her attention would be on me. After all, I am the fastest among us.”

“As if Princess!! She was much more amazed by my meta vision.” The four argued among themselves as Nagi ignored the four and continued to scroll through Twitter. He grew bored with the games and decided to look through the world's most toxic app. He stops at a specific post after seeing a familiar set of (hair color) locks. He took a closer look at the post and saw that the girl being posted had her back facing the camera and had the same hair as you but was tied up, and upon further examination, he saw that the girl's skin color was similar to yours.

The caption of the post was: I’m literally gonna scream cry and moan rn someone save me

‘She kinda looks like (name)…’

Nagi clicked on the account and went to their tweets, and saw that it was their most recent post. Now Nagi was a simple man. He wasn’t the type to put effort into anything, but if it were about you, maybe it would be worth it. So he scrolled up and saw that the account belonged to a U-20 player. Nagi searched for his mutual friends and clicked on the first name that appeared on the list.

Nagi didn’t bother looking at the bio or the name and immediately scrolled down at the user's most recent tweet, and he grew pale.

It was a picture of you and the player. Said player’s face matched his hair color and awkwardly formed a peace sign near his face, and you were beside him with your hair in the same hairstyle as the previous post he came across. You smiled sweetly at the camera with a peace sign, leveling your eyes.

And the captain said: OMG SHE AGREED FOR A PICUTEE IM SO FUCKING LUCKYY WLNFKENDKWMDK SHES SO PRETTY AND SMELLS GOOD WTF???

“What’s wrong, Nagi? You look like you’re gonna kill someone.” Reo pointed out and Nagi lifted his gaze from his phone, “cause I am. Look.”

Ego was having a peaceful afternoon in his dark office, drinking the tea you bought while out with Anri. He had decided to try it since drinking coke was getting boring, and it wasn’t so bad. The man takes another sip of his tea and sighs, looking at the monitors as the remaining players were doing their own thing since it was break time.

‘It’s a bit peaceful now-’

And just like how the word quiet shouldn’t be said in the hospital, Reo, Nagi, Chigiri, Bachira, and Isagi came barging into his office as if they owned the place.

“Ego-San, we need to talk to you!!” The man sighs heavily and slams the cup on his desk. “What the fuck do you brats want?”

“The U-20 team kidnapped and brainwashed (name)!!!” Bachira sobs, wiping away the tears from his eyes, which proved useless as more poured out. The dribbler pushed the phone toward Ego’s face. It was a post where you were sitting right side of the table with a smile on your face, and the rest of the table was filled to the brim with U-20 players.

“We have to save her!”

“Reo go hire an assassin!”

“What the fuck makes you think I can easily hire an assassin?!”

“Cause you’re rich?”

“Ego-san, I’ll give you my phone in exchange of letting me out of blue lock and directing me to where (name) is. I’ll get her back in no time.”

“(NAME)!!” The boys were a mess. Bachira was sobbing in a corner while Isagi, Chigiri, and Nagi were pressuring Reo to hire an assassin to save their beloved manager. Reo was already dialing his fathers' number on Nagi’s phone and was waiting for him to pick up.

“Hello? Dad?”

Ego looked at the boys with an unamused expression and sipped his tea.

‘Fucking simps.’

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This took way too long bro. May 16 and I’m posting this in August 19, I procrastinated way to damn long and this minin fanfic sucks, this was supposed to be a bit more longer but I think I’m pushing it 😭😭

All joes aside, hope you guys like it! Reblogs are much appreciated!! <3

-@chxxrybxxmb

[narcjsistx]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | OS

shidou ryusei x fem reader ; words: 1.0k (1086)

coming from this event, fourth day, 21/12

𝐌�� 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

plot: during the christmas period it was normal for the association to invite the players, and their girlfriends, to organized dinners. shidou loves to show up at these dinners with you, where everyone asks you how you can be together even though you are so different

Shidou Ryusei is a beast, both on and off the field: the boy's sparkling soul is recognized by everyone in the industry, and his own fanbase boasts of having as an idol someone who is extremely unpredictable, but who always manages to shine. The beast has someone who loves him and with whom he is extremely in love, and that person is you. If he is a beast, you are an angel

If he runs, you walk. If you talk, he screams. If he shoots deadly kicks into the opponent's net, you move with unthinkable delicacy. If he has to be the beast, you are his guardian angel

The diversity between you is probably the thing that makes your relationship work, which experiences a new chemical reaction every day. When the world came to discover you, it was shocked to see someone so different next to the zesty demon, and many had bet that you would not last long, if not a few months. Evidently they were all wrong, because by now you had been together for a few years. The secret dates at the beginning of the relationship had turned into official dinners that it was the industry itself that invited you to. The association loved to invite its players, and consequently their girlfriends, to extremely endless dinners, with many special dishes and nonstop alcohol until the next morning

Christmas dinner was one of those occasions. The white suit and black tie highlighted Shidou's figure, who was forced by you to wear something more elegant than usual. Your long red dress had been chosen a few hours earlier by your boyfriend, who had the honor of being able to choose from the proposals you had proposed to him. Having got out of the car, at least an hour late, the photographers had been waiting for the scandalous couple all evening

It had become a habit to have all eyes on you, and god, you loved it now: seeing people's fascinated looks had become a priceless prize. At first, when it happened, you prayed for it to end as soon as possible, but Shidou had quickly pointed out to you that they were beautiful looks, and not bad ones: as a couple you caused a scandal, but in a good way. The glances increased your love

"Shidou, Shidou, here!"

"Y/n, a closeup for the local press"

"Look here, both of you!"

You were objectively loved, you were iconic, everything about you and your diversity was iconic. The only envious glances are from the other girlfriends of the players on the team, who have never had the same success as you. Aside from the always iconic entrance, the dinners are actually quite boring and monotonous: there is always the same group of players who are really friends, those who join but don't understand much and those who would gladly go to their house and sink into their partners' bodies. Shidou always created a category of his own, even if sometimes he was part of the last one. A few years ago he was the one who almost got arrested because he was about to beat up a butler who had been a bit too cocky touching you; in the last one he had made everyone drunk because of a game played by all the dinner guests, including the managers. And you, always at his side, tried to mediate the behavior of your beloved cockroach

"I wonder how she survives"

"They probably don't really have that much harmony, they just work"

Often, beyond the thousand compliments, you also heard these words. They were words that actually slipped by you, that occupied your mind for no more than two minutes. They were simply things that you considered false, because hell, you couldn't tell everything that happens between you. It would be too long a story and you would even have to invent terms that are still unknown, because everything that has to do with your boyfriend is yet to be discovered

The others don't know how much Ryusei is a lovesick person, and that he isn't afraid to show it. The others don't know how obsessed he is with your love, how dependent he is on it. The others don't know that for him, you seem to be his first in everything, even though he has an experience behind him that could be talked about for a whole week without getting bored. Others don't know how much he really cares about you, in a way that in the early days of the relationship seemed like who knows how many treatments before ghosting, but that is now normal and that you deeply appreciate with all your heart

Others don't know how much the situation changes when you are within the walls of your home, how he becomes the angel and you the beast of the situation: how you affectionately attack him every time he comes home or when he too has bad moments, since even though he is a demon, he remains a human, someone in reality much deeper than others might think

Others can seriously think what they want, you're fine as long as you know the truth. This is yet another trait that Ryusei has changed in you, he who has always been indifferent has taught you that you should care little about other opinions, the superfluous ones, because they are often made only out of malice. This was yet another difference, before the change

Maybe you're not really that different, or rather, you're convinced that you're not as different as everyone thinks: you balance yourselves in a way that you believe only the two of you can do for each other, alternating between heaven and hell

"Fuck everyone, as long as I have the chance to be with you I don't care about the differences. Love me as you think is best, I'll adapt to your way. We do what we think is best for each other, outside opinion is just a way to make us famous, right? If they hated us they wouldn't talk about us so much, but they obviously love us for being so interested"

There is no angel without black wings; there is no beast without a heart. There is no Y/n without Shidou Ryusei; there is no Shidou Ryusei without Y/n. As long as you had the chance to be close, to love each other, to kiss each other, you would never have cared about the differences that actually tied you together

TAG: @natmagaesp ; @kittenish0 ; @x3nafix

[bokutosbabe]

Call It What You Want To

(soft launching with the bllk boys)

a / n — i love soft launches and blue lock…so why not combine them?

content — fluff, cutesie stuff, bllk characters x fem! reader, pretty much gn! but i did use ‘she’ so just to be safe, + your faves if you want!!

synopsis — soft launches with the boyfies <3

✿.｡. “ nobody’s heard from me for months , ” .｡.✿

is NEVER on social media. has accounts of course, but never posts on them. usually the most they do is repost things about soccer on their stories. so when they post these pictures as their first post EVER? it’s inevitable that their fans are going to go insane.

they preferred posting these pictures, neither of your faces showing. you’d both decided to keep your relationship “private but not secret” , if someone were to find out it was you in these photos? so be it. they would never dream of hiding you from the world.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ RIN ITOSHI, barou shouei, sae itoshi, jinpachi ego

they don't have many posts, but the ones they do have no less than a million likes each. their fans are adoring, so when they post a new photo, thousands of people get the notification and within seconds the post has 200k likes.

their fans are insane, and that's putting it lightly. they find your account within a minute all by looking at your phone case and finding your account.

the both of you wake up the next morning and find yourselves not only trending on twitter, but also with thousands of edits made of the two of you. AND A SHIP NAME??

so much for a soft launch.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ YUKIMIYA KENYU(im biased), shido ryusei, MICHAEL KAISER, hyoma chigiri

a chronic poster. i mean literal photo dumps GALORE. they had many fans, obviously with them being a famous soccer player, but also because of how 'real' they were. they would constantly post stories in the bathroom and ranting- all that fun stuff.

their fans had no indication that they'd been in a relationship at all. which was strange because due to their openness, their fans began thinking they deserved to know every little thing about them.

they just wanted to keep you their little secret for a little bit, so they posted these very inconspicuous photos and had the internet up in a frenzy.

soccerluver44: WHO IS THIS??

urmomshouse: no way

and thousands of comments just like that flooded their inbox.

this was fun, they thought. maybe for a little while longer they'd keep you their little secret. the thought crossed their mind as they pressed the 'your story' button, posting a photo of them sitting on the sink with your arms wrapped around them.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ MEGURU BACHIRA, isagi yoichi, EITA OTOYA, oliver aiku

not a constant poster, but definitely has a social media presence. they mostly post about their upcoming games and where to get tickets and watch. they definitely don't post about their personal life, so when people log on and see a soft launch??

the world goes into a state of shock. the comments are limited, so no one besides people they follow back (most of which who already knew of the relationship) are allowed to comment.

they did this on purpose. they saw no point in having strangers question them when the caption said it all

" spoiling my girl <3 "

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ REO MIKAGE, tabito karasu, jyubei aryu, DON LORENZO

✿.｡. “ i'm doing better than i ever was ” .｡.✿

took myself to the computer version to do this since there's a photo limit on the mobile version.

hope yall liked it though, i've never done anything like this before!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[seneon]

"do you like cigarettes after sex?" he asks as you nodded, getting excited. "you like cas too!? what's your favourite song!?" you exclaimed in excitement. little does he know, he's not talking about the band, but you are. "what do you mean favourite song? i like cigarettes-after-sex." you raised a brow at his words. then your excitement faded and a frown makes its debut. "oh. you meant smoking literal cigarettes after doing the ahem ahem." and that has him all confused.

kaldo gehenna, shinji hirako, shido ryusei, michael kaiser, kishibe, shunsui kyoraku, oliver aiku, renatus revol, keigo takami, touya todoroki.

note. bc i didn't get to buy cas tickets for their x's tour 💔

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