#shidou x reader

[cheralith]

characters ; itoshi sae, shidou ryusei || cw ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, polyamory

rin sees you, sae’s supposed partner, kissing shidou in celebration after their team’s victory in a desolate hallway and gets absolutely infuriated at the fact that you’d cheat on his brother with shidou out of all people.

he figures it’s none of his business at first. after all, sae is grown—he can take care of himself. but guilt unfurls inside of him and he’s bursting at the seams as the hours of the day go by. it especially starts to boil ever when rin gets mad at himself for being deceived by your gentle and soothing nature, a perfect match for sae—only for you to turn out to be nothing but a backstabbing snake.

so just when midnight is approaching, rin rushes into sae’s apartment using his spare key and bursts into the bedroom, ready to tell sae all about his best friend’s and your dirty, unfaithful act…

… only for you and shidou to be sleeping and curled up with one other, right next to sae who quietly reads a book in one hand and affectionately strokes your head in a semi-lethargic manner in the the other.

sae looks up, his brows ever so slightly furrowing when shidou stirs in his sleep at the sound of the door opening with a bang. from the top of his reading glasses, sae says nothing to a shocked, owl-eyed rin, merely putting a knowing finger up to his lips.

[anglbunny]

୨୧.ᐟBunny season ♡ rin & shidou

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, threesome, rin x reader x shidou, bunny!reader, overstimulation, corruption

"𝐴 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑤" - 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑏𝑦 𝑧𝑎𝑦𝑛

𖦹 ׂ𓈒🐇⋆ ۪

It started with a stare. 

Menacing, rough eyes undressing you. Rin had been eyeing like a hawk since you walked into the party. Half a glass of something swishing around but his eyes bore into you. 

Then shidou shows up, leather jacket and all. He was in your personal space before you could even acknowledge him.

“Well, well, well.” he grins, leaning down to your level “didn’t know they let bunnies into places like this” you step back, eyes wide as the 6ft tall man moves closer not leaving any room to even breathe.

“But i’m no-”

“Oh but you are. You look so high alert like this is your first time at a party. You stand out cause you’re too cute to ignore” he smirks watching you tremble. “And i bet you taste delicious” (i’m sorry) 

His fingers graze your thighs, playing with the lacey hem of your white skirt. You didn’t know what to do. Do you cry? Scream for help? Slap him and end up getting obliterated by him? 

“Back off” the man from earlier cuts in. the same one who was staring you down like you’re the last piece of food on earth. You flinched, looking up at the other guy who was now crowding your space.

Shidou just laughs “aww rin, don’t tell me you already claimed her?” your breath catches when rin wraps an arm around your waist pulling your body flush against his hard one. 

“She not yours” shidou purrs, pushing rin’s buttons

“She’s not yours either” and that’s when you realize they’re not fighting over who can have you but who’s going to ruin you first. 

You don’t remember how you ended up in a vip room of the club the party was hosted at. You were on shidou’s lap, back pressed against his chest, his lips trailing over the soft skin of your shoulder blades and neck. Not leaving a single place untouched. He’d grip your face when he felt like it, pulling you back just to slam his lips down onto yours, roughly making out with them. Poor you who hasn’t even had a kiss is now having to deal with animals like rin and shidou for your first time. 

Rin on the other hand is on his knees infront of you, lips moving along your thighs, skirt bunched up at your hips. He ever so slightly grazes them over your wet panties when he feels like he’s losing your attention. His free hands massage your thighs, large hands painfully squeezing the life out of them. 

“You’re shaking” mutters rin “sensitive already?” 

“I barely touched her. She was made for this, weren’t you, bunny?” shidou muses against your ears making you shiver.

“Say it” shidou grips your jaw making you look at him. “Tell me you like it” 

“I-i like it” your voice comes out broken, only making their cocks strain harder against the tight confinements of their pants

“Atta’ girl” shidou grinds up against you, rin moves your panties to the side and dips his middle finger inside watching your expression change. The way you tighten around him has him wishing he pushed his cock inside, rather than his finger.

You whimper quietly, shidou’s boner pressing into your ass. His hands travel up your waist, pulling down your shirt, along with your bra, intently watching your boobs spring free. It’s cold, your nipples are already hard and perky for attention. Shidou’s thumbs graze them. Pinching the soft flesh.

“So sensitive” he laughs at your expression. He tugs on them earning a loud high pitched moan from you, at the same time rin curls his finger up. 

Was that too loud? Maybe? Your face is red, you want to look away, but shidou’s grip is too strong on your face. You’d run but you’re trapped between 2 literal animals. 

“She won’t last” says rin, thrusting his finger inside of you again and again, biting down on your plush lip.

“She doesn’t need to” 

𖦹 ׂ𓈒🐇⋆ ۪

And then it hits—overstim after overstim. Rin and shidou pull moans after moans and orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

Rin whispers commands like prayers, fingers never slowing.

Shidou talks filthy, edging you and teasing until your brain's gone.

By the end, you’re boneless, drenched in sweat, your mind floating. Shidou kisses your temple like a lover. Rin tugs your chin and makes you look at the mess between your thighs. His ring and middle finger are completely drenched in your juices. He wipes the mess using your poor lacey panties, tossing them aside once he’s done.

“You’re ours now bunny, you can run as much as you want but we’ll catch you” 

“Soon, that pretty, unpopped cherry of yours will be ours too” 

PART 2?

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[sprytesukii]

18+ | shidou likes your new piercing :3 | cw. gn!reader (no pronouns used), so much spit, fingers in mouth, wet & messy

when you shyly approach shidou to show him something, he’s immediately on alert. excited. his eyes light up and if he was a puppy, his tail would be wagging.

his excitement turns into something else entirely when you take a deep breath and open your mouth, your tongue lolling out to reveal a shiny new piercing, snug in the midst of the slick muscle.

shidou doesn’t blink, giving you a clear view of his pupils dilating, like a drop of ink in a vibrant pink sea.

you close your mouth to say something when the silence has gone on too long, but before your lips can touch, he’s on you.

long fingers force their way into your mouth, grabbing a hold of your tongue and pulling until you’re in the same position you were a moment ago. on display.

you think you see genuine drool pool at the corner of shidou’s lips as he singlemindledly toys with the pretty silver jewelry, petting your tongue around it, collecting your saliva on his fingers until it’s dripping down his hand and wrist.

he doesn’t care. he only cares when you try to pull away, when you try to speak or to at least swallow the spit welling up, instead yanking you closer with his free hand at your waist, a too familiar feral glint in his eye.

“don’t move, baby. not until i get my fill.”

you make a questioning little noise, but that sound is all but swallowed up by shidou leaning down and dragging his tongue against yours where he holds it in place.

it’s dirty, messy, but you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life.

he licks and licks and licks into your mouth, paying special attention to the piercing before pulling away with a barely concealed shudder and a pornographic moan of your name.

“feels so good. maybe i’ll get one too. we’ll match.”

[xlun1ax]

Lover scenario

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❥ The Last Sweet > Reader x m! lover

Car ride, motion sickness, kissing, fluff, slight suggestive

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You were dizzy.

Road trips were never your favorite.

You don't know why but motion sickness is Hitting you harder than usual today. Maybe it's because your partner is driving more faster than usual or perhaps it's because you didn't get enough sleep today or is it the lack of iron or the lack of nutrient?

You don't know,

But that doesn't mean you like it.

You feel cold, you were on the verge of vomiting your face highlighted distraught your palms were a little sweaty clenching and unclenching to produce blood flow. While your eyes are quietly staring out of the the window trying to search for relief you didn't feel like using your ointment today the oily substance and potent smell doesn't seem to charm well with your mood today.

You sigh looking at your partner who's oblivious to your struggle it wasn't his fault you were just good at hiding it but you also know you would get mad at him for not paying to the road. So in a way you're proud at him for being diligent.

“you okay love?” his voice deep, casual with a hint of concern in the corner of his eyes

You spoke too soon.

“Nothing lovely, just dizzy focus on the road” you say in a breathy tone while leaning back into your palm. Your lover shook his head a soft chuckle escape his lips aware of your stubborn behavior of denying your struggles as his hand grope the plastic candy container popping one sweet in his mouth.

That caught your attention.

Maybe that could soothe your headache.

“Lovely can I have one?” you asked with a hint of hope and anticipation finally able to get some relief for your throbbing head.

But unfortunately.

“that was a last one” he says making you tug your plush lips to a frown “you're lying” you denied but to your dismay he shook the plastic container as proof of the empty context.

“sorry love, but the early birds catch's the worm” he poke with a playful tone

Okay that just pissed you off. You let out a groan you both just love to piss each other off it's comedic really until you're the subject of ridicule. Adding to the nagging pain in your head your fingers massaging on your temple in hope for some relief.

It helped,

But it's not enough.

Your eyes landed at him while he drove. Your eyes landed on his slightly sunken cheeks his moist lips that was enjoying sucking on the sweet treat. That could have been yours.

Or it still could be yours,

The last sweet

Your lover sensing your gaze and slight pout on your lips made his heartstrings tugged lightly at your displeasure as the good lover he is he felt a little sorry “look love, I'm sorry ” his husky voice apologetic with sorrow at you.

As the car came to a stop at the red light as his veiny hand grip the gear pulling it making the car go to a break. Your lack of words made him a little restless “do you need help? Come on, I'll do anything.” he says but no response.

His lover you being mad at him in a road trip.

That can't be good

“love,-!” his eyes shot up you pulled his collar as your plump lips crashed into his your hand on the back of his neck not letting him pull away not that he'll ever want too

But heck,

It's soo good.

He knew,

He knew when you were frustrated,

Frustrated from the pain.

It was obvious the tensity of the kiss was obvious and whenever you're frustrated you tend to let it out on him. And it makes him weak whenever you do. To know you rely on him. His warmth. For relief. He leans in a soft whimper as you forced your tongue in his mouth making a shiver run down his spine feeling your tongue taking the harden candy away from him into your mouth.

As you pulled away after the success of your mission. To lean back on the passenger seat. Finally having the extra sugar in your system you already feel your throb getting faint. “baby..” his voice shaky and raspy as his Adams apple slumps down from the rush of desire that courses through him.

He's affected.

But you don't care after getting what you want. “lovely, drive.” you said as if nothing intimate just happened gesturing to the green light having his focus back to the road. He clenched his fist unable to ignore the responsibility on the wheel it's something he can't ignore but neither he could ignore you.

It's undeniable.

He wants more,

And you knew.

You knew what you did but you didn't care that he's turned on. Looking at his chest that humps up and down at a rapid rate. His teeth nibbing on his wet soft red bottom lip. His hand ran restlessly on the steering wheel. You caused that to happen.

And you loved it,

you loved his reactions signs of his weakness it's what you live for, especially when you're frustrated. Just hearing him looking at his expression of pure bliss gives you so much relief. Marking him, ruining him feels so good whenever you're in a bad mood. It's not everyday you're the top but when you're in control,

He loves it,

And you do too.

“Ahh, I want more..” he mutters in frustration as his lips tugged to a pout knowing you did that for your own selfish satisfaction while completely disregarding how aroused he could be the whole car ride. You're making him drive, making him sit in the grueling deprivation of your dominance.

You couldn't give him more because he's driving.

You're mischievous,

He loves and hate i,

He lost having to wait for more.

While you are in victor with what you desired.

Certainly you had the last sweet

The sweet candy,

And his sweet reaction.

“we could have bought a new one..” he grumbles while slumped on the steering wheel.

“i know,” your lips tugged to a smirk while turned to him knowing well his irises were on you from the corner of your eye “but I wanted that last sweet”

Turns out you just have low blood sugar, what a nice was to cure a headache

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Hope you enjoy. As always thanks for reading! luv you bubs<3 ✧

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[herjuhodivine]

Random texts w bllk boys 2

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ | Bachira , Rin , Shidou

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ | fluff , sexual jokes(?) , self-insert , crack

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𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི | omg my last day of testing then i get a three(3) day weekend !! and these texts were so fun to make cause i realized i have free will and can make them ooc as much as i want.

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[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i wanna feel guilty, i wanna feel that it's wrong

♡ a/n — for my frat boy! bllk drabbles :)

♡ word count — 885

♡ content — shidou ryusei x fem! reader, fratboy! shidou, sorority president! reader, forbidden love(?), situationship(no real relationship mentioned), kind of angst?, mention of drinking(like once), not proofread

♡ synopsis — Ryusei Shidou knows the feeling of shame all too well. So well that he knows he should feel it when sneaking into your room. But also enough to know he doesn't feel it when you open that window for him.

Ryusei Shidou knows the feeling of shame all too well.

He swears he felt it on the day he was born, when his parents were given the news he was a boy instead of a girl.

He felt it when he first started playing soccer when he was five years old when he got told he played "too rough" for the other kids.

He felt it when he graduated high school and decided to go to college instead of taking an offer from a minor league soccer team.

Ever since entering college, though, Shidou has never had the feeling of shame- actually he's beginning to think he's forgetting what it feels like.

He's on the university soccer team, he's in the best fraternity, he gets to stand on the table and kick people out at parties...

Shidou Ryusei hasn't felt shame in years.

Until right now, when he's climbing up a tree to get to your window.

He can't walk through the door like a normal person because you're president of the most stuck-up sorority on campus.

No parties.

No dating.

Must maintain a 3.8 GPA.

And...Absolutely no fraternizing with one specific frat- that may or may not happen to be the one Shidou is in.

Shidou Ryusei likes to believe shame has become a stranger to him, but as he's tapping on your window his ears suddenly feel hot, his neck itches, and he swears it feels like someone is staring at him.

That all fades whenever you open your window, your face illuminated by the pink led lights you keep on at all times.

Your brows furrow when you see him clinging to the tree branch like some overgrown delinquent raccoon. “You’re gonna fall,” you whisper, glancing over your shoulder like someone might’ve heard your window creak open.

As if any of your sisters would be awake at a time like this.

“I’ll die happy,” Shidou mutters back, swinging a leg over the sill with more confidence than balance. He tumbles in, shoulder hitting your floor with a loud thump.

You wince. “Shidou—”

“Babe,” he cuts in, grinning through the pain, “tell me that wasn’t a sick entrance.” He smiles as he puts his arms out and mimics a gymnasts dismount.

You don’t answer.

You just shut the window and draw the curtain.

He watches you, sprawled out on your rug like a reckless golden retriever, his bleached hair all static and his cheek flushed from the impact.

“You know, if anyone sees you—”

“They won’t.” He sits up, eyes scanning your room like it’s the first time he’s seeing it, even though it’s not. Not really.

“You always light those candles when you’re nervous,” he adds, nodding toward the one burning near your desk.

You bite your cheek. “You smell like beer.”

“Only a little,” he shrugs, eyes flicking toward your legs where your pajama shorts end.

“I didn’t drink. Swear. Just… got dared to shotgun one and didn’t want to seem lame.”

You roll your eyes but don’t push him away when he stands, closing the space between you like it’s natural.

Like he belongs here, in this room he’s not supposed to be in, in this secret you’ve been hiding between textbooks and all those stupid rules your sorority drilled into your head.

“Why are you really here, Shidou?”

He hesitates—something he never does. “I dunno. Just wanted to see you.”

Your arms cross. “You climbed a tree because you just wanted to see me?”

He grins, then drops it. “I missed you.”

That hits differently.

Because Shidou Ryusei doesn’t say stuff like that.

He doesn’t do vulnerability.

He does chaos and cocky grins and starting fights at soccer practice just to feel something.

But right now, in the soft pink light of your room, with his shoulders hunched and his hair falling into his eyes, he looks like the boy he used to be—

the one who played too rough,

who always got in trouble,

who never thought he was enough.

Your hands fall to your sides. “You know this can’t...be something.”

“I know.”

“They’ll kick me out.”

“You're the president.”

“And I’ll probably still let you in tomorrow.”

His lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile too wide, like he knows he shouldn’t be happy about that, but he is anyway. “Good,” he borderline giggles , brushing a hand against yours.

“As long as I can see you. I don't care if it's in the library or here.” He smiles like he just had the best idea. "Or- you could just come to my frat-"

"Ew. Absolutely not."

"Yeah, okay, I should've expected that." He laughed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

You look at him then, really look at him. Not the frat boy persona. Not the university’s golden player.

Just Shidou—equal parts mess and magic.

You sigh, tugging him toward the bed. “At least take your shoes off this time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirks, kicking them off like a rebellious kid caught sneaking in after curfew. He flops down beside you, head sinking into your pillow.

And for a moment, the world fades—the rules, the reputations, the shame.

For a moment, it’s just you and him, in a room that smells like vanilla and bad decisions.

And maybe—just maybe—that’s enough.

can i write shidou without it being a little sad? no.

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[xiixae]

ıllı ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ∿ blue lock p☆rn links ˎˊ˗

featuring : seishiro nagi, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, rensuke kunigami, mikage reo & shidou ryusei x f!reader ── м∂ηι

ꜱᴇɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ ɴᴀɢɪ ⭑.ᐟ

not a hassle but 69

lil break after a big game

worshipping his abs while rubbing his cock

ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʀɪɴ ⭑.ᐟ

a beautiful arc of your back

doing it in a changing room

evening bliss on his day off

ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ ⭑.ᐟ

licking your pussy for goodluck

when you wear cute underwear for him

new panties but he shouldn't them

ʀᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴋᴜɴɪɢᴀᴍɪ ⭑.ᐟ

having your cunt fucked in reverse cow-girl

getting your ass spanked after a fight at a party

cumming w/o permission gets you punished

ᴍɪᴋᴀɢᴇ ʀᴇᴏ ⭑.ᐟ

cozy day n' relieving stress

he loves maid cosplay on you

obsessing over your bouncy ass

ꜱʜɪᴅᴏᴜ ʀʏᴜꜱᴇɪ ⭑.ᐟ

teasing that horny mf

he caught your sex toy

using his vibrator on him

[cwwv9]

«How to live if you’re a hurricane?»

— without gender!extrovert!reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Shidou Ryusei.

Warning: The material contains an increased emotional character, elements of obsessive attention and vivid charisma, hyperactive behavior of the main reader, violations of rules and risky situations. The narrative is artistic, stylized. Suitable for readers who love chaos, energy and passion.

Note: old text from notes 02 lol, but I corrected it a little. Enjoy reading!

We have a hyperactive reader and this is how the guys from Blue Loka will react to it.

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Isagi Yoichi

• You’re like a virus in his system - you prevent him from concentrating, distracting, breaking into plans and strategies.

• "Yoichi, go climb the wall!" you say, and he is in the middle of a tactical review.

• But he’s going. Because you’re charging him. You’re the person with whom he feels his life is bigger than football.

• You are a feast, even in the simplest things. And he falls in love when he understands: he builds tactics not only to win, but also so that you have something to celebrate.

Meguro Bachira

• You are two fools, all of them one.

• He jumps - you’re in the air. He roars - you scream. He runs - you’re ahead. He thinks you’re both out of this world, and that’s wonderful.

• You’re dancing in the middle of the street, chasing pigeons, creating chaos and shouting, "This is our city!"

• He falls in love instantly, from the first second. For him you are the other half of a monster. His own energy.

Hiori Yo

• You are his contrast.

He is quiet, strategic, inward. And you live for the break. You jump, scream, rejoice every day as if it were the last.

• You pull it out of your head. You say, "Yo, you think too much! Go be a fool!"

He is at first terrified, but then notices that with you he breathes more freely.

• He falls in love when you hug him sharply in the middle of the street just because "the sun is beautiful".

• With you he learns to be himself. And no longer wants to go back into silence

Michael Kaiser

• You are a new religion for him. He meets you and immediately thinks: "Who is this crazy star?"

• You don’t react to his pappus, you don’t look in, you don’t flatter him. Instead, you confuse him by saying, "Do you always pose? Or do you have a real life?"

Kaiser in shock. Then in rage. And then in admiration.

• You’re not afraid to be yourself, and it’s driving him crazy. You don’t walk - you fly in. You don’t talk - you throw sparks.

• And he, the king of the scene, suddenly realizes that he wants to be there. Because no one else is making him lose control. And that’s true passion.

Alexis Ness

• You’re literally scaring him.

He’s sensitive, anxious, slightly dependent. And you’re a natural disaster in human form.

• But you’re... kind. You don’t laugh at his sensitivity. You defend him. You say he’s cool, just too shy. You don’t pull it - you drive it, but always turn around to make sure it’s there.

• It starts to stretch. Slowly, like a plant to the sun. You are its sun.

• He falls in love the moment you’re at a party, standing on a table, yelling a song, and then jumping down - right into his hands. And he catches. And holds.

Mikage Reo

• You appear in his life as a color bomb with the effect of "explosion of happiness".

• Re is used to managing the situation, directing the conversation, shining - and then you burst: jump on stage, beat up speakers, dance under a street guitarist, drag him by the hand, meet half-naked skateboarders and say: «Now it’s your friends, smile!»

• At first, Reo is agitated - his reputation, style, aesthetics! But then... then he starts to like it.

You paint his world as if it had a neon in it. He laughs, how long has it been since he laughed. You infect him with your life.

• He can’t control you, and that’s what he likes. And one day he just watches you arguing with a police officer on roller skates, and thinks, "This is mine. My bright disaster."

Nagi Seichiro

• First you piss him off to his heart’s content. Loud, agitated, impatient. He just lay down, and you already call him for a party at the abandoned theater. He’s playing a game, and you’re pulling the gamepad to look at some moon outside.

• You keep him busy. And he’s... starting to like it.

• You warm up his cold interior. He starts getting up early to meet you. He starts making steps towards you, even when tired. Because you’re spring, and he wants to bloom.

• When you climb to his couch and say: «Come on, there is streaming storming supermarket», - he does not argue. Just takes the jacket. And smiles.

Itoshi Rin

• You are his troubled dream, embodied in man.

He tries to keep his distance. But you don’t back down. Shout his name through the stadium, invade his routine, shove candy, meet people he doesn’t need at all.

• He says, "Stay out of it," and you laugh: "It’s late, I’m already here."

You are a storm that is destroying his ice cocoon. And he begins to notice that he no longer hides. That he wants you to come again.

• He falls in love when you’re fooling around in front of him and are not afraid to be yourself.

You make him live, not just exist. He’s angry at himself for smiling at you. But it won’t stop.

Itoshi Sae

• You’re tearing him apart.

He’s used to being an observer, appreciating finesse and balance. And you’re just an explosion of emotion. You invade every situation as if you were made for chaos. Your voice is the background to all his memories.

• You have no filter, no brakes, no plan. And that’s what turns the soul on.

• You tease him, tease him, twist his words inside out. He responds - cold at first, then witty, then too often.

• Sae falls in love the moment you ask him to dance on the street and suddenly hug him. This is the first time someone has taken it, not waited for it to be allowed.

You are a challenge. His challenge.

Shido Ryusei

• You are the only person whose energy he doesn’t want to suppress, but rather devour in order to become even brighter.

You’re wild. No brakes. Loud, bold, you go to the craziest places, hang out with crazy people, get into fights.

He’s not pushing you away. He’s walking with you. Finally, someone is not afraid!

• You laugh when he makes a mess. You push him into an argument. You’re as crazy as he is.

• He doesn’t fall in love with you - he falls in love with the way you break the frame. You’re not just a partner. You’re his chaos. His element.

• And if anyone dares to stop you - Shido will dust that person.

[star-5truck]

Are you gay?

Sypnosis : Asking blue lock men if their gay Characters : Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness

S. Itoshi:

R. Shidou:

M. Kaiser:

A. Ness:

[i2rizz]

hello!! May i request, itoshi brothers, shidou, isagi and kaiser with a football s/o?

Hello! And ofc! I just sincerely hope you didn't mean the reader as the football itself:>

Also i made the reader gender neutral because i wasn't sure if you wanted them to be a girl.

Bllk Boys With A Footballer S/O

Sae Itoshi

Sae didn’t fall for you the way people imagine. There were no cinematic glances or magical first touches—just quiet awareness. You played well, really well. Sharp footwork, even sharper mind, but none of the cocky energy most people walked around with. That got his attention.

He never said much at first. Just subtle things—lingering after practice, offering small nods after your goals, holding eye contact just a second too long. The day he gave you a water bottle without being asked, you knew. That was his version of a confession.

Dating him is subtle warmth. Sae doesn’t need words—he shows up. Every game, every practice, every quiet walk home where he slips his hand into yours and says, "I'd pass to you in the final minute. That's how much I trust you"

And you know what? From him, that’s everything.

Rin Itoshi

You were a bit too much for him—at least at first. You smiled too often. Talked too much. Walked into every room like you belonged there. It irritated him how effortlessly people liked you… until he realized he did too.

He started showing up early to joint drills, pretending it was coincidence. He’d grumble when you teased him but never actually walked away. The more you played together, the more he stopped seeing your brightness as loud. It became… comforting.

One day, someone made a snide comment about you during practice. Rin was across the field in seconds, shoving the guy back and saying flatly, "Shut your mouth" That was the day you knew he cared.

Rin doesn’t do sweet. But he does real. And in his world of pressure and silence, you’re his anchor.

Shidou Ryusei

It was bound to be explosive.

You’re steady. Focused. Strategic. He’s none of those things—and somehow, that’s what made it work.

The first time you played against him, he tried to rattle you with his usual wild energy. You stole the ball and scored without even acknowledging him. He was stunned. You ignored him. That was the exact moment he decided you were his favorite person on earth.

Now, he hypes you up constantly, way too loud in public, bragging to anyone who’ll listen. "That’s my s/o! You see that goal?! That’s them! I’d die for them, just saying"

Off the field? He crashes at your place, sprawled on your floor like a golden retriever with a nosebleed, asking you to replay your goal "in slow motion but also maybe shirtless this time"

Isagi Yoichi

Isagi fell for you the same way he plays football—with his whole heart.

He was starry-eyed from the beginning. You were composed and clever, your passes precise, and your game sense immaculate. Every time you spoke, he leaned in just a little, just enough to memorize you.

He cheers for you louder than he does for himself. After every game, he sends you voice notes breaking down your plays and ends each one with, "God, you’re amazing"

You two review footage together, debate tactics over takeout, and race sprints until you’re both wheezing from laughter. He loves your brain. He loves your play. But mostly, he loves that you chose him.

You once asked if he ever felt threatened by your skill.

He smiled, kissed your forehead, and whispered, "I just feel lucky I get to witness it"

Michael Kaiser

You weren’t like the others he was used to. You didn’t fall for his charm, didn’t care about his brand, and definitely didn’t back down when he got smug on the field.

You nutmegged him the first time you played against him. He stood there, stunned, then laughed—real and loud—and said, "Okay. You’ve got my attention"

It was a rivalry, then a partnership, then something that felt like destiny.

Kaiser calls you "queen/king/monarch"(whatever atp😭 doing a gn reader is hard fr) in interviews, but in private, he watches you like you’re made of gold. You’re the one person he trusts to lead alongside him. The only one he lets see the cracks behind the arrogance.

"You don’t follow anyone" he once said, voice low. "That’s why I’d follow you."

He meant it.

[porcalinecunt]

Can i pls request some face sitting headcanons for bllk guys? Specifically Sae, Rin, Shido, Oliver and Bachira solely because i think they're the nastiest 😆🫣 thank God!

𝐒𝐈𝐓.

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ face sitting with blue lock boys! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐒𝐀𝐄 & 𝐑𝐈𝐍. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔. 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀.

cw — gn!reader. afab!reader. so much oral sex. edging. overstimulation. spanking. spitting. squirting. full on tongue fucking. denied orgasms. pervy behavior. shidou being an animal.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : FUCK—this too me way too long to finish, but here it is! apologies nonnie for taking forever ;-;

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

slow n steady always wins the race. a motto sae keeps firm when it comes to sex, no matter what he’s doing. when it comes to oral though..god. the agonizing drag of his tongue while he holds you by your hips, moving them against his mouth as he kissed your sensative clit before prodding his tongue against your hole. everytime you try to speed up your pace, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and waist to keep you in your place. he might as well be edging the fuck out of you until you finally feel the knot snap in two and gush all over your boyfriend’s mouth. sae, bedroom eyes and all, would admire your fucked out face and trembling body before flipping you onto your back and continuing where he left off. safe to say, you aren’t getting out of his grip until you squirted every last drop.

“s-sae..quit being a tease..” you stuttered, trying your hardest not to buck your hips. if it wasn’t for sae’s strength, you would’ve gone wild and full on rode his face like a madman. his whole arms wrapped around your thighs, gripping tighter then usual while he switched from your clit to your sensitive pussy. sae’s sharp, jade eyes staring up at yours. his pupils were blown with a burning desire all too clear to you, as if his tongue movements didn’t say enough. god, he was a patient one and it was getting on your last nerves. a thought he promptly smacked you out of with a simple strike to the ass.

“paitience, darling. or i’ll leave you like this, i can’t stand whiny whores who get greedy.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

rin is more needier then his older brother, encouraging your carnal desires and egging you on as you rode his face as fast n hard as you please. the guy was basically making out with your cunt, open mouthed kisses and his tongue prying through your pussy had you gripping on the headboards or his hair. his hands roamed your body as he pleased, tracing his fingers against your stomach up to your sensitive nipples where he pinched and squeezed between his fingertips. don't think he'll stop either! long after you squirt all over his mouth, he'll only pull away just to take one long look at your fucked out face before he dives right back in again. rin gets pussydrunk a bit too easily, but why complain?

“rin..m-more, please..! i need more!” you begged and pleaded with a whine ripped straight from the jugular as you grinding your pussy against your boyfriend’s mouth. rin cracked open his eyes, through the blurred chaos, he admired your fucked out expression as you clung onto the wooden headboard for dear fuckin’ life. it was all too addictive to simple get off, how desperate and downright pussydrunk this man was, it’d be too cruel to pull away now! your thought process only strengthened when rin began to tug away at your sensative and soaked nipples from when he was mouthing at them earlier. he simply couldn’t get enough.

“stay with me..please, fuck! jus’ a little more, you can do that for me? please..?”

₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈

so much of a sloppy eater, it’s downright disgusting. shidou’s hands are unpredictable, switching from caressing and squishing the soft flesh of your ass to swatting away at it with quick strikes. don’t get me started on his oral anticts. this man is fucking eating away at your poor pussy, flicking his tongue against your sore clit while suckin’ n kissing at your abused hole. you couldn’t even move your hips with how much he’d just forced you down onto his mouth again, thus you had to sit there and simply take what he gives you, and god, the noises. besides your own moans and sobs for him to slow down, shidou’s downright animalistic growls and groans fill your ears and go straight into your cunt. don’t think he’s done either after you squirt into his mouth, oh no no! he’ll only push you onto your back with the hopes of you crushing his head with your thighs. he can’t get enough of you.

“haah..ah..r-ryu..” was all you could mutter out of your sore throat. after much whining and sobbing from the overstimulation, you could only make small noises of pleasure while shidou ate away like a man on death row. lapping up the remains of your last orgasm, he pried and pried at your hole until you swore he was tongue fucking you. grabbing fist fulls of his blonde hair only fueled the maniac to fuckin’ nip at your clit, an action that forced another intense orgasm out of your abused cunny and soaked his face even more then before. you could feel a smirk form of his lips before he landed a barrage of sharp slaps onto the flesh of your ass, dragging you out of your euphoric afterglow in time to feel his tongue pushing itself back in.

“c’mon sugar, don’t lose me now! we’re just getting started..! now, keep those pretty legs open..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

mister aiku here pays attention to both puss and ass with glee. when he told you to sit on his face, he meant it. there's nowhere that his mouth didn't touch, meaning you couldn't run from this man either. similar to shidou, he eats like a starved animal in front of a piece of meat. fingers pumping you full while he pays special attention to your poor clit with the occasional nips that would have you mewling and whining like a bitch in heat. but sadly, he's a greedy bastard when it comes to sex, pulling away right before you could have you sweet orgasm. heterochrome eyes staring daggers at your fucked out face while you pleaded for him to let you cum. you were almost in tears when oliver finally stuffed your twitching cunt with his fingers once again and went to town on your clit again. did i mention he pays attention to ass? that poor thing was covered in handprints and crecent shaped dents from how hard he was grabbing it. maybe, even a little bite mark for good measure.

“oliverrrr!” you whined out. "let me cum already! pleasee!" through tears, you could still see that bastard's shit eating grin. he was fucking enjoying this, getting off at your desperation while you bucked your hips at nothing. down there, oliver was enjoying the show he put together for himself and himself alone. his thumb ghosting over your neglected clit, his eyes flicking up to your own, pleading ones. you looked like a kicked puppy who didn’t get it’s owner’s attention, just like how oliver liked you. a shit eating grin stretched across his lips as he promptly gave your ass a hard slap before finger fucking your cunny at a furious pace. the noises it made sounded straight out of a porno as the pro player flicked his tongue around your clitty. it was all too much to handle at once, or so you claimed. you knew damn well oliver could see right through your teary eyes, and sniff out your disgusting, whorish fantasy.

“keep cryin’ like that and i’ll stop again, you hear me? i know you can pretty thing..i fuckin’ know you can.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

what a pervert, a proud one at that too! he couldn’t keep his grabby hands to himself all day, something the grew more and more dangerously obvious as the day went on. sneaky hands up your skirt or down your pants, gentle squeezes on your inner thighs inching too close to your wet cunt. the final straw was when you caught him trying to look up your skirt/down your loose pants. dragging him all the way home where he couldn’t even wait to get to the bed and pushed you against the wall, kneeling in front of you while patting his cheek eagerly. clinging onto whatever door frame or counter was nearby as bachira pressed open mouthed, tongue heavy kisses against your spread pussy. he was a messy eater as well, going as far as to even spit on your cunny before diving back in with the intention of drowning in your juices. bachira was full on obsessed. nothing could tear him away from your cunny, no matter how hard you yanked his hair or tried to push his head away. he’ll always come back for more!

“o-oh god..bachira, baby..!” you sighed, clasping a hand over your mouth in a feeble attempt to not alarm the neighbors. bachira quickly noticed and yanked your hand away, staring up at you with the same crazed look he had all day. he didn’t tear his eyes off of you, forcing to maintain eye contact with him as he licked and macked with your ruined cunt. your knees felt weaker and weaker, probably because of the last orgasms your monster of a boyfriend gave you, yet he just refuses to quit! not the stinging pain of you gripping his hair or even your efforts to straight up push him away so he doesn’t suffocate to death in your pussy. bachira, in retaliation, forced your wrists against the wall and gives your cunt a mean spat. you flinched in shock, watching as he simply goes back to eating you out like a madman. fuck, thank god you made it home in time.

“don’t shy away from me! i’m only getting started, my love..don’t you want me to please you? hm?”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[hoejosatoru]

Somno + blue lock men 21+

I got deja vu writing this hopefully this isn’t a repeat. Also some of this might not be technically somno but it’s def adjacent to it

Bachira

Regularly has wet dreams. He’s a clinger when he sleeps and your warmth just sucks him in:(. You wake up to the feeling of him rutting his hard on against your ass. The first few times you tried to wake him up but he is DEAD asleep. So now you just help him, grinding back against his cock or even slipping your hands in his shorts to jerk him off. He gets all whiny and moans even in his sleep:( his shorts get soaked in his cum and you can feel it all warm against your back. He’s honestly not even embarrassed about it either.

Nagi

His problem is he doesn’t always go through the effort to release his sexual desires. Like he has a sex drive, but is not always motivated to pursue it, which is why it comes out in his sleep. Again, he’ll cuddle up to your sleep, but he wakes up. Wrapping his big strong arms around you whining in your ear about how hard he is :( and how he just wants to fuck your thighs:( and you can’t resist of course. Makes the sweetest sighs and breathy moans as he lazily thrusts his cock between your plush thighs. That bastard will coat your thighs in cum and fall right back asleep.

Isagi

Kinda similar to Nagi, but it’s more that he forgets about sex. Particularly during stressful periods or if he’s not playing well he’s so caught up in thoughts about games he ignores his sex drive. He talks in his sleep and you’ll hear him whimpering your name sounding all desperate:( he will rut against you but really needs more stimulation to get off. Despite telling him you don’t mind he’s always embarrassed when he wakes up to see he made a mess of your hands.

Shidou

He just can’t resist you. He comes home late from practice and you’re asleep in bed in some tiny pjs that barely cover a thing. How is he supposed to ignore that?? Likes to finger you and feel how wet your pussy gets. He gets a feral hearing the little noises you make and how your body reacts to him, even in sleep. Gets carried away and gets a little rough, which always wakes you up. Loves the soft and confused little shidou?? You say when you wake up to him teasing his tip against your dripping cunt. And he’s just like sorry, can’t resist you, gonna take me like a good girl, yeah?

Oliver

Also just can’t resist you, but more so because he feels bad that he hasn’t been giving you enough attention. Sometimes he finds you asleep and can tell you were waiting up for him:( when he finds you like that he feels like he just has to make it up to you. Even though you’re asleep he still takes the time to kiss up your thighs. His mouth is warm and wet against your cunt, making your hips stir. His stubble scratches your inner thigh and pulls you awake with a gasp. Finding him looking up at you with those beautiful eyes just makes you melt - and your cunt throb. Just relax angel, he says flicking his tongue over your clit, gonna make my pretty girl feel good.

[thebestsetter]

I love it when my husband has a bad day.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to see him sad because things didn't go as planned during practice or that teammate of his was more annoying then usual. I just like the way he acts when he comes home to me after a bad day.

Some people shout and get angry. Other people isolate themselves to calm down after those (unavoidable) bad days. But not the man I promissed to love in sickness and health.

When he comes home, he doesn't say anything. He takes off his jacket and shoes as quick as possible and just throws himself at me. He then proceeds to nuzzle his head in my neck, still not saying a word, and, after he found the "perfect" position (which I know he did, cause he sighs and smiles when he does find it), he grabs my hand and puts it in hair, as if it's a silent plea for me to tangle my fingers through his locks and massage his scalp.

We spend hours like this. Just me and him bathing in each other's presence, without anything or anyone else to intervee. Sometimes, he even falls asleep, and I want to gush about how comfortable he is around me and yap about how cute he is while sleeping (even if he drools all over the bed most of the times). And then I concentrate on him and him only: his softened breath, his heart pace starting to slow down and those inconscious sounds he lets out when I caress the right spot.

I love to whisper to him about my day while passing my hand underneath his shirt, noticing the tension leaving his body and feeling each muscle he worked oh so hard to build. One time, I even joked about giving him a massage. He didn't deny it, so I think he wants one. He just doesn't know how to ask (we really need to work on this kind of communication).

I love my husband. And I love the domesticity and good moments his bad days provide: just me and him, showing our love for each other without needing to say anything.

ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE, Barou Shoei, Shidou Ryusei (hear me out on this one), Oliver Aiku, Michael Kaiser, Nagi Seishiro, Kunigami Rensuke, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, KOZUME KENMA, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji

~ A/N: This is heavly inspired by a reddit post I saw!! Apparently, the og post user is @ThrowawayEngland2022 on reddit. Make sure to follow them!!

Masterlist

[eclipixels]

Blue lock boys with a bratty gf who will pout and sulk and cry when she doesn’t get what she wants please?

Want it? Got it.

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

Yoichi Isagi

      It started with a bear.

      Not a real one, of course, but a plush, wide-eyed, ridiculously overpriced stuffed bear at the back of an arcade prize shelf. The kind of thing that probably cost 100 yen to make and 10,000 yen to win. You'd pointed to it with a hopeful grin, practically glowing under the flashing lights, and asked sweetly:

      “Can we get it?”

      He hesitated. Hesitated. And that was where it all began to go downhill.

      "I mean... it's cute, but don’t you think it's kind of expensive?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “And we’ve already spent so much on tokens, maybe we can find another one somewhere else?”

      Your smile faltered. Your eyes began to glisten. You turned away with a soft sniffle, lower lip trembling just slightly, like a dramatic reenactment of heartbreak in a shoujo anime.

      And that’s when it hit him.

      Initial reaction: Confused. Panicking. Internally screaming.

      “W-Wait! Why are you crying?! Was it something I did???”

      He practically lunged toward you, eyes wide with alarm, flailing like a man caught in the middle of an emotional hurricane.

      "I didn’t mean to upset you, I swear! Was it the bear? Is it me?? Did I say something wrong??" His words came out in a frantic rush, every syllable laced with genuine concern.

      You sniffled again, louder this time. Dramatically. Weaponized. Your gaze lifted to meet his, watery and wounded, and that was it.

      He was done for.

      He tried to reason with you. He really did.

      “I mean, it's not that special, right? It probably won’t even match your room, and it's super overpriced, and—”

      Your bottom lip wobbled. “You’re literally earning millions from Blue Lock.”

      “Okay okay okay!” he folded faster than cheap origami. “We’ll go back for it, just just stop crying, please!”

      You blinked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent, and nodded slowly as if forgiving him for the great injustice. He immediately turned on his heel and speed-walked back to the counter like a man on a mission.

      Five minutes later, you were holding the overpriced bear in your arms, beaming.

      He stood beside you, wallet significantly lighter, heart slightly battered, but your smile? Worth every yen.

      “…You’re evil,” he mumbled, eyeing the bear. “I hope you know that.”

      You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Love you too.”

      And despite everything, he smiled.

Meguru Bachira

      Bachira leaned against the doorway, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you from across the room. You were perched on the couch, arms crossed, lips stuck in a stubborn pout. The atmosphere was heavy with your silent, exaggerated sulk.

      He couldn't help it. The bratty attitude was like a magnet to him. It was his favorite thing.

      "Ooooh~ the princess is sulking again!" he chimed, his voice dripping with playful amusement. "What happened this time? No strawberry milk?" His words were almost a melody of teasing, each one drawing out your reaction like a perfectly executed play.

      You shot him a sideways glance, your pout deepening as if you were silently telling him, don't push it, Bachira. But he was always ready to push it.

      Bachira’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and he leaned in, mimicking your pout with such exaggerated effort that it made you want to laugh despite yourself.

      “I don’t think this is the right pout,” he said, making an even more over-the-top face. “Here, let me show you how it's really done!” He made a ridiculous whining noise, his voice high-pitched as he stuck out his lip.

      “Stop it,” you huffed, trying to hide the small giggle that wanted to escape.

      “Poor little princess… no strawberry milk… woe is me!” He spun around, his arms flailing in a way that had you shaking your head and letting out a soft snort.

      But it wasn’t enough. It never was. Not for you, at least. You had something else in mind.

      You let your bottom lip tremble, the pitiful whimper that you knew would do the trick bubbling in your chest. Your eyes watered just a little, enough for the act to feel genuine. You bit your lip, holding back a sob that threatened to escape. “Bachira… I really wanted it…”

      Bachira froze. The playful spark in his eyes dimmed as his gaze softened, and within moments, he was on the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms before you could even process what was happening.

      “Hey, hey, no need for the tears,” he murmured, rubbing your back soothingly as he cradled you against his chest. His voice was warm, comforting, and with every soft stroke of his hand, the weight of the playful teasing vanished, replaced by an overwhelming gentleness.

      “You know you’re cute when you pout…” he said softly, his thumb brushing away the single tear that escaped down your cheek. “But you're even cuter when I give you what you want, huh?”

      Your eyes met his, and his expression was full of affection, despite the playful teasing earlier. “Fine,” he sighed dramatically. “You win. You’re getting your strawberry milk… just this once, though!”

      You sniffled, still trying to keep the pout on your face, but the warmth of his embrace, the way he held you so carefully, made it impossible to stay upset for long.

      “I’m serious, though,” Bachira continued, his grin returning, though softer this time. “You don’t have to cry for me to do what you want, you know? I’ll always give you whatever you need… just ask, and I’m yours.”

      You chuckled softly, resting your head on his shoulder, the bratty attitude slipping away as you melted into his arms. “I know. But it’s fun to make you work for it.”

      He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he murmured. “But I think I might be addicted to this game of yours.”

Hyoma Chigiri

      You cross your arms, lips pouting, as you stare up at Chigiri. His calm demeanor never seems to falter, even when you're throwing your little tantrum. But this time... this time you really wanted him to say yes.

      "I don't see why you can't just come with me, Hyoma," you whine, trying to hide the frustration in your voice. "You know it’ll be fun! I don’t want to go alone."

      He’s still quiet, not giving you an inch. You can see him thinking, his usual calm and collected expression not revealing much. You know he’s not one to cave in easily, but that’s part of the challenge, right?

      You roll your eyes, crossing your arms tighter. "You're always so busy with your soccer stuff. Can't you just take a break for once?"

      His eyes flicker, and you catch the slightest hint of concern. He knows how much this means to you, but there’s a stubbornness in him too.

      "I promised to focus on training today," he says, his tone gentle but firm.

      You feel the pout deepen, and your bottom lip juts out further. You can feel the familiar urge to sulk creeping up. Without thinking, you turn away from him, arms still crossed, and let out an exaggerated sigh.

      "Fine," you mutter, trying to make your voice sound even more dramatic, "I guess I'll just go by myself then."

      Chigiri doesn’t respond right away. His eyes follow you as you move away from him, but he doesn't say anything for a long moment. You're just about to leave the room when you hear his footsteps behind you.

      He grabs your wrist, stopping you. "Hey," he starts softly, his voice almost apologetic, "Don’t be like that."

      You turn back slowly, feigning disinterest, but your eyes betray you. They’re wide, slightly teary, and a little too sparkly. The classic look of a girl who knows she’s about to get what she wants.

      His expression softens, and you watch as he lets out a small sigh. "Alright, alright. I'll come with you," he finally admits, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a reluctant smile.

      You can’t help but smirk, giving him a look of triumph. “Yay!,” you say, practically gleaming.

      Chigiri rubs the back of his neck, trying to act like it wasn't a huge deal. "I just don't get why you can't go by yourself..."

      "Because I wanted you there," you reply simply, stepping closer to him with a satisfied smile. You give him a playful nudge, just to remind him who’s in charge here.

      He gives you a look, like he's trying not to be completely charmed by you, and you can see the faintest blush creeping onto his cheeks. Even though you got your way, there's something about Chigiri that makes you want to tease him just a little longer.

      "So difficult," he mutters, but there's no real anger in his voice.

      You beam up at him, feeling completely satisfied now that he’s given in. "I know, but you love me anyway."

Rin Itoshi

      You cross your arms and pout, lips jutting out in that way that always makes his patience wear thin. “Rin…” you murmur, voice soft but dripping with that petulant edge.

      He raises an eyebrow, giving you a blank stare, already bracing for the storm. “Are you seriously crying because I said no to sushi tonight?” he asks, voice flat and dismissive.

      But the moment you avert your gaze and let out that exaggerated sniffle, a small sob escaping your lips as you try to hold it together… Rin feels that familiar twitch in his jaw. His hands flex at his sides, fighting the urge to reach for you, even as his mind screams for him to stay calm, to stay firm. But damn it, you’re good at this.

      “Y/N…” he mutters, more to himself than you. His tone is a mix of frustration and reluctant concern, but he doesn’t want to admit it. “You’re really gonna cry over sushi?”

      You just sniffle harder, the act so perfectly rehearsed that it almost makes him want to laugh at how ridiculous it is. But the hurt in your eyes when you look away hits him like a freight train.

      He can’t win, not when you’re looking like that. “Tch. Fine. Get in the car,” he snaps, turning on his heel with the grace of someone who clearly knows he’s about to fold. His voice is clipped, like he’s trying to be irritated, but you know better.

      You’re already pulling on your shoes before he’s finished speaking.

      And as he drives you to the sushi place, he’s stewing in silence, a mix of annoyance and something more dangerous swirling in his chest. You’d gotten him to cave faster than he liked. Again.

      He glances over at you, and you’re sitting there all smug in the passenger seat, quietly triumphant. It bugs him. But he won’t admit it.

      Not out loud anyway.

Seishiro Nagi

      You cross your arms and scowl, lying dramatically on the couch, your face scrunched up in a perfect pout. Seishiro Nagi looks so good at ignoring you when you're like this. Too good, and it’s starting to annoy you even more.

      You huff, making your pout even deeper, refusing to look at him. It's like he's not even trying to make this right. You can practically feel the tension building up, but he doesn’t budge. No apologies. No attention. Nothing.

      “Ughhhh, you’re being annoying again,” he says, his voice not even holding a hint of frustration, just a calm, almost bored tone as he lazily sprawls across the couch. His fingers swipe through his phone as if you're not even there.

      You roll your eyes, pretending to look away, but your lip trembles just enough to get his attention.

      After a few minutes, you hear him sigh, followed by the sound of his phone being set down. “Fine. What do you want? Let’s go.”

      Your heart skips a beat. He’s giving in. You shoot him a quick look from beneath your lashes, just to make sure he’s serious.

      He’s leaning against the armrest now, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in defeat. He’s so lazy that even this little act of giving you what you want seems like the biggest effort of the day. It’s kind of adorable in a way, but you won’t let that stop you.

      “Can we go to gamestop,” you murmur, finally relaxing a bit, even though you're still holding that hint of a pout. He’s just too easy sometimes, and you know it. But, deep down, you both know that after a little tantrum, there’s going to be some serious cuddling.

      Seishiro looks at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re such a brat, you know that?”

      You nod and step on your tippy-toes to give him a quick peck. Yeah, you got what you wanted. But you kind of enjoy the aftermath, too, his lazy, relaxed attention, his way of caving in just because you’re being so much to handle. It’s a little game, and you play it well.

Reo Mikage

      You’re sitting on the couch, staring at your phone with a frown that deepens with every refresh of the page. That dress you’ve been eyeing for days is sold out. You knew it would happen, but that doesn’t stop the disappointment from sinking in. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears, but it’s useless.

      The door opens, and Reo steps in, his sharp gaze immediately landing on you. “Hey, baby,” he says, voice gentle, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. He takes one look at your face and sighs. “What happened?”

      You blink up at him, and then the tears start to spill over. “It’s nothing…” You sniff, wiping your face with the back of your hand, but your voice cracks. It’s the dress, of course. It’s always the little things, the ones that feel the most trivial, that hurt the most.

      Reo walks over, kneeling in front of you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his voice lowering into something softer, more coaxing. “What do you want? A new bag? That perfume you liked? You name it. You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you know that, right?”

      You shake your head, your pout deepening. “No… it’s not that…”

      He smiles, like he’s barely containing his amusement, and you catch that mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He knows exactly what’s going on. He’s always so aware of you, of every little thing that gets under your skin. It’s like a game to him, how far can he push you before you crack? How long will you sulk before you ask him to fix it? And the best part? He enjoys every minute of it.

      With an exaggerated sigh, Reo pulls out his wallet, the motion so smooth it’s almost theatrical. He waves it in front of your face. “I’m not sure you’re getting the point, sweetheart. But if you want it, you only have to say the word.”

      You meet his gaze, the slight smirk on his lips making your heart race in a way you don’t want to admit. You’re being bratty, and he’s loving every second of it. Your arms cross over your chest, and you can feel the tension in your shoulders.

      His teasing tone cuts through the silence. “What, you’re not going to make me beg? You know, I’ll just spoil you rotten to make up for this little pout, baby.”

      You finally crack, letting out a small sigh of surrender. “I just wanted the dress…”

      Reo leans in, brushing your hair away from your face with a soft touch. “Done. It’s yours.” He says it so easily, so casually, like there was never any doubt.

      You sniffle, wiping your eyes and looking up at him. “Really? How? It was sold out?”

      He grins, his voice playful. “I know the designer. I’ll do anything to see you happy, princess. And I’m sure I’ll enjoy spoiling you even more after this.”

      You lean into him, still pouting, but your heart feels lighter. Reo may tease you, but you know he’ll always give in. Encourages your brattiness because it gives him the excuse to pamper you like royalty. After all, you’re his spoiled princess, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rensuke Kunigami

      You sit there with your arms crossed, staring at the soda can in front of you, clearly upset. Kunigami stands beside you, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, trying his best to hold his ground.

      “You really gonna act like this over a soda?” he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief. “It’s just a drink, Y/n.”

      But you don't respond. Instead, you puff out your cheeks, trying to look as dramatic as possible. You just turn your head, letting out a small, exaggerated sniffle. His eyes widen slightly.

      "Y/n…" he starts, but trails off as you shift your gaze toward the floor. His eyes flicker between you and the can of soda. "Come on, you're being unreasonable. It's not even a big deal."

      But you just let out another sniffle, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. You watch his expression change from frustration to confusion, and then, the realization sets in: he’s struggling. He sighs deeply, his shoulders slumping a little as if the weight of the situation is too much to bear.

      You catch his eye, and his lips twitch. He's trying to stay stern, but his resolve is quickly crumbling. He’s so soft when it comes to you.

      “Okay, okay, fine…” he mutters, shifting uncomfortably. He leans down to meet your eyes, holding the soda you wanted, but his voice is gentle now. “Just… please don’t cry, alright? I can’t stand it when you do that.”

      A small, triumphant smile pulls at the corners of your lips. You sit up a little straighter, but the pout never quite leaves your face.

      Kunigami lets out a defeated sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he hands you the soda. “Here. Just don’t cry, okay? You’re spoiled, you know that?” he mutters under his breath.

      But even as he says it, you can see the soft, adoring look in his eyes. You know he's fully aware he’s the one spoiling you. And yet, he can’t help himself. As much as he tries to lecture you, it only takes a few sniffles for him to cave.

      You take the soda with a smile, but it’s hard to suppress the small giggle that escapes you. He’s so easy, it’s almost unfair.

Kenyu Yukimiya

      You cross your arms and plop down on the couch with a dramatic huff. You don’t even try to hide the exaggerated pout on your lips, why should you? You asked him to cancel practice for one day. Just one day. And what did he say?

      "I can’t skip. I made a commitment."

      Boring. Responsible. Stupidly mature.

      So now, you’re sulking. Loudly. Visibly. With little sniffles thrown in for good measure.

      “I can’t believe you love soccer more than me,” you mumble into your sleeve, voice trembling just enough to sound convincingly heartbroken. You hear his quiet sigh as he takes off his jacket and walks over.

      “I don’t love soccer more than you,” he says, tone calm but clearly bracing himself for your dramatics. “I just have goals I’m working for.”

      You whip your head toward him like you’ve been mortally wounded. “I’m a goal worth working for!”

      He chuckles, and that only fuels the fire. Now your lip trembles for real, though it’s half from frustration and half from how dare he still look this good when you’re in crisis mode. Your eyes gloss over with tears and you sniff loudly, flopping onto your back with a soft wail.

      “Kenyu, I’m suffering! This is emotional neglect!”

      He finally leans over you, his hand brushing the hair off your forehead, the softest damn look in his eyes. Ugh. He’s impossible to stay mad at.

      “I’ll bring you strawberry mochi after practice,” he offers, kissing your forehead.

      You scowl up at him, not accepting the peace treaty just yet. “...Two mochis. And I get to pick the movie tonight. And I get your hoodie.”

      He nods like he expected all of this. “Deal.”

      You turn your head away with a small hmph, but you scoot closer to him anyway, burying your face in his shirt with a sniff that’s more smug than sad now.

      “Love you,” you mumble into his chest, voice muffled.

      He kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping around you. “I know. Even when you’re the absolute brattiest.”

Sae Itoshi

      You cross your arms, lips pushed out in a dramatic pout as you stare out the window of Sae’s car, radiating maximum levels of brat energy. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, clearly not amused.

      "God, you’re such a child," he mutters, rolling his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck.

      You let out a small, wounded sniffle. You clearly said you wanted that stupid, overpriced plushie at the shop earlier, and he was the one who brushed you off with a cold, “You don’t need it.”

      You twist your body away from him more, just to emphasize your sulking. A silent protest.

      “Oh, come on,” he huffs, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel like you’re inconveniencing him just by existing. “It’s literally a piece of fabric with eyes. You’re being ridiculous.”

      You sniff again, “You don’t care about me at all.”

      “That’s definitely not what I said,” he says dryly, though he doesn’t look at you.

      You stay quiet. Sulking. Pouting. Waiting.

      And then, five minutes later, he clicks his tongue and nods toward the passenger seat without looking your way.

      “Check the bag.”

      You blink, suspicious. “What bag?”

      “The one that’s literally right next to you, genius. God.” He sounds exhausted.

      You unzip it and there it is. The plushie. The stupid, overpriced plushie you whined about for twenty minutes straight.

      You gasp.

      He keeps his eyes firmly on the road. “It was supposed to be a suprise.”

      “Thank you, Sae! I love it!” you say, clutching it like it’s your firstborn.

      He scoffs. “You are a brat.”

      You smile.

      “I love you,” you mumble, a little softer now, glancing at him from behind the plush.

      He doesn’t look at you, but his ears are suspiciously red.

      “Mhm. Whatever. Love you too.” You catch the corner of his mouth twitch, just for a second.

Ryusei Shidou

      You cross your arms and glare at him from the edge of the couch, lips in a full-blown pout. "You said you'd take me. You promised,"

      He’s leaning against the doorframe like he owns the world, a smirk plastered on his face, arms crossed, golden eyes sharp and glowing like he’s just scored the winning goal. And in a way, he has—you're pouting, sulking, seething, and that’s exactly what he wants.

      “Aw,” he drawls, cocking his head with a grin that screams trouble.

      Your glare sharpens. “I hate you.”

      “Damn, you're hot when you're upset.” He laughs, low and cocky, tongue brushing over his teeth. “Shit, if I knew saying no would make you act like this, I would've done it sooner.”

      You throw a pillow at him. He catches it easily, still grinning, and drops it to the floor. He stalks over like a predator, crouching down in front of you so he's eye-level, watching your every twitch with that unhinged amusement.

      “You promised,” you whine again, eyes glossing with frustrated tears. You blink fast, hoping he doesn’t see, but of course he does. He lives for this. The way your voice wobbles. The way your bottom lip trembles.

      “Oh, you’re really gonna cry now?” he murmurs, brushing his fingers beneath your eye, like he's trying to catch a tear before it falls. “That’s so fucking cute.”

      You shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “You’re such an asshole, Ryusei.”

      “Mhm. And you love it.”

      You do. And he knows it.

      He leans in, breath warm against your ear. “Come on, baby. Cry a little harder for me.” His voice drops, rough and teasing. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

      You sniff dramatically, eyes big and wet, and look up at him with your best pitiful expression. “You’re so mean to me.”

      Tears flow down your cheeks and Shidou picks them up with his thumbs immediately, tucking your hair behind your ears.

      “Okay, let’s go get what you want.” He gives a quick peck to your face, secretly doing so he can taste the saltiness of your tears.

      You lean in and peck his cheek back. “Yay!”

      “Such a brat.” He shakes his head.

      “Yeah but you’d die without me.”

      He grins, feral and hungry. “Maybe. But you’d cry without me, so we’re even.”

Michael Kaiser

      You know exactly what you’re doing when you pout like that.

      Bottom lip jutted out, arms crossed, eyes big and glossy like you’re personally offended by the universe. Or, more accurately, offended by Michael Kaiser saying “no” for once in his spoiled, cocky life.

      He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded, watching your performance with that smug little smirk that makes you wanna punch and kiss him at the same time.

      “Oh? Tears already?” he teases, cocking his head like he’s not already cracking. “You really think that’s gonna work on me, babe?”

      It works on him.

      Because not five minutes later, he’s sighing dramatically, unlocking his phone, and muttering under his breath about limited edition drop times and how you’re ‘literally impossible when you don’t get your way.’

      You hear him grumble, “You’re lucky you’re cute,”

      You flop onto the couch with a sniff, making sure your little sulk is loud and visible. He lets you sit in your pouty little misery for a whole thirty seconds before he’s tossing a small velvet box onto your lap.

      “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

      You don’t even look at it right away. You blink up at him, wet lashes, lips trembling like you’re seconds from another dramatic meltdown.

      He rolls his eyes. “God, you’re such a brat.”

      You grin.

      “Yeah, but I’m your brat.”

      And that, that, is the part that gets him every damn time.

      He’s got a mental checklist of everything that makes you tick. Bubble tea spots with the cute straws. That obnoxious plushie you insisted had “soulful eyes.” Even the overpriced skincare set you cried over in Sephora. Half of it shows up at your door before you even remember to throw a tantrum about it.

      He says it’s damage control.

      But he spoils you rotten like it’s a sport, and every time he’s with the guys he’s like, “Yeah, yeah—she’s a handful. Total brat. But she’s my brat,” with this stupid little smirk like he just scored the winning goal and you’re the trophy.

      You pout.

      He buys.

      Rinse, repeat. Because he loves you, and he’d do anything for you.

[moechies]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #2 ; size kink w shidou ryuusei .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

ugh! ryuusei is so crude ! :( i want to act like a hate it, but he always catches on when i get nervous or shy at his antics and it’s soooo embarrassing! he knows me in and out (literally) especially when we’re havin’ sex. he’s running his mouth, always making fun of how wet aroused i get and how my ‘cunt clenches around nothing like a slut?!’ he doesn’t have to say it out loud�� i can’t help but get so shy around him — my own boyfriend! is that so bad!? i think his physique also makes me nervous… >< ryuusei is so tall and so beefy ♡ he always catches me staring! i think he could launch me across the room if he wanted to! i better be careful…

“look at how small this pussy is compared to my dick. are ya gonna cry when i fuck this pretty pussy?” shidou hums, pressing his tip up against your chubby folds, and then comparing his cock against your tummy. a low whistle leaves his lips, accompanied by a cocky chuckle, watching the bulbous heap of his tip nudge against your belly button.

“s—shut up ryuu! y’r n-not that big..” you bite, words faltering when you realize the awfully dumb and bold statement that had unconsciously fallen from your lips. he quirks his head with a grin — it’s hilarious to hear you say that from below him, his body hovering over the entirety of yours and his hand damn near the size of your womb.

“that’s funny.” he gloats, sharp canines making an appearance when he flashes a smile. "you really think so?" his cock slips against your folds, folded upwards as he leans down besides you, hot breath felt in between the soft concave of your collar and jaw. you twitch when he gives your neck a soft nip, hot breath tickling the peachy thin hairs on the shell of your ear.

“y’r g’na see just how big i am when i fuck this pussy till it tears.”

he whispers into the shell of your ear, giving your neck another soft nip accompanied by a nibble from his sharp canines.

“go away! y’b—big fat brute.” you hiss weakly, ignoring the way your cunt clenches around nothing at his crude words. you look away, purposefully ignoring the heavy gaze set on your face to avoid his confrontation — putting up your strongest facade to avoid his humiliation. “look at me.” he growls, fingers pressed into your jaw to turn you to him.

you whine, small, shaky hands pushing weakly at his heavy chest, his skin soft and glowy to the touch after hours of being drenched in sweat. “what, y’scared?” he quips, laying his body down onto yours, enveloping you into his warmth.

he reaches his hand below to take yours into his, pressing a thumb into the apple of your palm before giving it a damp kiss. “give ryu a kiss.” shidou presses his lips onto yours at the same time his fat tip nudges in between your folds, prodding against the very hole he needs to be in -- you need him to be in. you feel his warm pre leaking into your slit, dirtying your slit.

he’s amused at the way you whine into his mouth, trying so hard to wriggle away under his heavy weight and push him away again — but he knows how much you love this. how much you love the power he holds over you, and how easily he can have you under him with a sleazy kiss and a few rubs to your little pussy. “don’t be scared, doll.” he mumbles against your lips.

you hate the way he chuckles when you moan into his mouth, your nails digging into his bicep when he attempts to shove his way in. “ryuusei,” you cry, throwing your head bad when you feel the bridge of his cock head fully enter your swollen pussy — your warm folds enveloping him so perfectly, yet wanting to resist him at the same time -- it makes him dizzy. “big, t—too big, help—“

“but y’r takin’ me so perfect. it can't be too big, sweet thing.” shidou thrusts gently, and oh -- you feel every single fucking inch of him. the way his slit drags against your velvety walls, and the scattered veins decorated on the first mere inches of his shaft. every single hump of his prettily decorated cock -- you feel everything.

“don’t,” you cry, feeling the tip of his cock fucking against your walls ever-so slowly. “i’ll cum!”

“on my fuckin’ tip?” he lets out a boasty laugh, pace quickening despite the shaft of his cock you’ve yet to take. “you’re not good at this, doll.”

“no,” you mewl, breaths heavy as you pant. his hand reaches under your tank top, pulling at your pert nipple — sucking it though your thin shirt. his saliva coats the fabric, seeping through to your areola as you twitch incessantly. "wan' cum, cum--"

"stupid, stupid girl. y'braindead on my fuckin' tip? d'ya even have anythin' going on inside that little head of yours?"

"ryuu, ryuu--"

"yeah," he drags out, mumbling against your tit before giving it a mean nip. he urges his hips further against yours, pushing in more cock than you had been anticipating and it makes you scream--

"ryuu--! f-full, s'full, please,"

he knows how hard this is on his sweet girl -- way to much for her and her pliant little body to bare. that's what makes this so fun, so damn great.

"hey . . this little body was made f’me, ‘s i’m gonna need you to act like it ‘nd take it, c'mon. endure it, my doll." he growls, huge arms wrapping under and around yours, pinning you tight against the soft mattress. he envelops your body with a swift grasp, completely hidden under his grasp as if he were protecting you from everything else that has ever existed ever -- like a maternal bear would her cub. you yelp, throwing your head back under his hold as he presses further into your pussy mercilessly, tuning out your cries and whines for him to slow. "fuckin' mine. mine, all mine."

"n'more!" you cry out in stutters, feeling his plump, damp balls press against your ass, cunt stretched beyond belief with little thought left in your head. your folds are spread impossibly wide, struggling to endure all of the man as you warm him. "fuck, shit. w'na stay with my girls forever. just like this." he hisses, pressing a fervor kiss to your lips. he cracks an eye open, met with your low-lidded ones, pupils heavily dilated.

your drowning in each other's sweat, your entire bodies clad against one another. it's so damn hot you might fucking explode -- your remnants would consist of a million beating hearts dedicated to your boyfriend--

"'m the only one that'll ever make you feel like this. don't forget that, dumb fuckin' girl."

[rottenfyre]

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𝑌𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐵𝑈𝐿𝐿𝑌 who's obsessed with your pussy ⁺¹⁸

Yandere bully who is so mean to you in public, constantly teasing and making you cry, taunting you in front of everyone, pushing your buttons just to see you break. "What's wrong, baby? Gonna cry again?" He grins, acting like the bitch he's known to be. But in private, he's on his knees, your obedient pet, begging to please you however you want.

Yandere bully who's addicted to you, desperate for your approval. He'll do anything to have you, anything to make you cum, anything to feel like he's worthy of your attention -even if it means pushing you to the brink of pleasure every chance he gets.

Yandere bully who gets you alone any chance he gets and makes you cum over and over again, his cruel exterior gone as he worships you with his mouth and hands. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum for me. 'Il do anything for you, baby." His fingers don't stop, even when you're shaking, his lips constantly moving over your sensitive skin, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you can't take it anymore.

Yandere bully who loves catching you off guard when you're trying to study, slipping under the table and spreading your legs without a word. His fingers slip inside you while his tongue circles your clit, licking and sucking on it like he can't get enough. You try to concentrate, but it's impossible, and he knows it. "Come on, baby, keep studying while I make you feel good." He smirks against you, watching you fall apart as he fingers you under the desk.

Yandere bully who loves to suck on his lollipop in front of you, popping it in and out of his mouth with a teasing grin, only to push it inside your pussy without warning. "How's that feel, baby? Bet you never thought this sweet thing could fuck you, huh?" He moves it in and out, his eyes locked on your expression as he watches you struggle. And when he's done, he pulls it out, licks it clean, and goes right back to sucking on it like nothing happened, savoring your taste mixed with the candy.

Yandere bully who acts like he's in control, always smug and cruel with the things he says, but the moment you're soaking wet and he's got his mouth on you, it's like he's a different person. "Fuck, I can't get enough of this. You taste so good, baby... I need more, please."

Yandere bully who moans like he's the one getting head whenever he's between your legs, his voice breaking as he eat you out. He can't help the sounds slipping out of his mouth, so lost in the taste of you that he's grinding himself against the mattress. "Fuck, baby... you taste so fucking good. I'm gonna lose it.." The pleasure in his voice is unreal, like he's the one being pleasured.

Yandere bully who gets absolutely lost between your legs, so pussy-drunk he forgets everything else around him. His mouth is buried between your thighs, licking and kissing like he's been deprived of it for days. He's groaning into you, the wet sounds echoing as he slurps up everything you give him, completely obsessed.

Yandere bully who talks directly to your pussy like it's a person, his voice low and ragged, whispering how good it is, how perfect it feels for him. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sweet.. So good for me. God, I'm never letting you go." He kisses it like it's his lips, muttering praises to it while his tongue laps you up.

Yandere bully who gets so messy and sloppy, his face drenched with your slick, but he doesn't care. The more you give him, the more he wants, making filthy, lewd noises as he fuck you with his tongue. "Shit... I can't get enough. I need more, more of you." He's never satisfied, his fingers spreading you open just so he can see how you pulse for him.

Yandere bully who doesn't just lick, he makes love to your pussy with his mouth, slow at first, dragging his tongue in long strokes like he's savoring every taste. Then he's frantic, desperate, his lips locking around your clit, sucking so hard you can't hold back your moans, and he loves it. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me. Keep making those sounds, I'm fucking addicted to this."

Yandere bully who can't keep his hands off, always pinching and smacking your pussy between sloppy licks, just to watch it bounce and twitch under his touch. "God, I love seeing you like this, so swollen and needy for me." He'd smack it again, the sound so lewd it makes you blush.

Yandere bully who loves to spits on your pussy, his eyes dark with lust as he watches his saliva drip onto you before diving in with his tongue. "Look at this, baby. So fucking messy for me, just how I like it." He grins, dragging his tongue through the wetness and your slick, slurping noisily like he's savoring every second of it.

Yandere bully who bites your pussy just to see your reaction, his teeth grazing over your swollen lips, nipping at your sensitive skin. "Come on, baby, don't squirm. You know you love it when I get a little rough with you." His voice is low, teasing, as he watches your body jerk at the sensation. He alternates between soft kisses and sharp bites, pushing your limits.

Yandere bully who buries his face deeper, tongue pushing into you as far as it can go while his nose grinds against your clit. He groans with each taste, like he's drowning in pleasure just from having you on his lips. "You're so fucking perfect. I could eat this forever:" His words are so slurred and desperate, like he's too far gone to think straight anymore.

Yandere bully who tells you he loves you for the first time when you squirt into his mouth, the taste driving him so insane that the confession slips out before he can stop it. "Fuck... I love you. I fucking love you." His voice is hoarse, and he's groaning like he's the one cumming, licking up every drop you give him as his face gets soaked in your release. He's a mess, panting, eyes wide as the reality of what he just said settles in, but he doesn't take it back.

Yandere bully who gets so overwhelmed eating you out that he cums in his pants without even touching himself, his body shaking with how much he's lost in it. He's a mess, his cock twitching in his soaked boxers while he keeps his mouth on you. "Oh god.. fuck.. I'm cumming... I can't- shit-"And even after he cums, he still doesn't stop, licking up every drop of you like it's his lifeline.

Yandere bully who grinds himself against the bed, getting off just by eating you out, humping the mattress as he moans into you, obsessed with how you taste and feel. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum just like this... you're too fucking good. I can't take it..."

Yandere bully who stays between your legs even after you're spent, lazily licking and kissing, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "l'm not done... Stay still..." His voice is low, almost hoarse, as he presses one last kiss against your pussy, so utterly drunk on it that he can't stop himself.

Yandere bully who takes so many pictures of your pussy that his phone is filled with them. He's got one as his lock screen, grinning every time he unlocks his phone and sees it there. "God, you're so fucking pretty. I can't get enough." He pulls out his phone to take even more photos when you're spread out for him, snapping pictures while muttering to himself about how perfect you look. He's gross, but he doesn't care-he's obsessed with having every part of you to himself.

Yandere bully who wants to shave you himself, his hands steady as he moves the razor over your skin, but it always ends the same way-with him making you cum so hard that your pussy is swollen and puffy by the time he's done. "You look so cute like this... all swollen for me." His fingers trace over your sensitive skin, teasing you even more, knowing you're already overstimulated. He never stops until you've cum over and over again, leaving you a trembling, swollen mess.

Yandere bully who isn't satisfied until he's made you cum more times than you can count, watching you shake and scream, completely addicted to the way your body reacts. "Look at you.. all mine. No one else gets to touch you like this. Only me." He's possessive, obsessed, and so pussy-drunk that he's practically begging for more, even when you can't take it anymore.

Yandere bully who cries when you cum on his tongue, so overwhelmed by how sweet you taste that tears well up in his eyes. He's moaning and sobbing, his face soaked with a mixture of your wetness and his tears. "You're so fucking sweet.. so perfect... fuck, I can't take it..."He presses his face deeper into you, tongue flicking desperately, crying with how much he loves the way you feel.

Yandere bully who steals your dirty panties every chance he gets, slipping them into his pocket when you're not looking. He hides them away just so he can sniff and lick them later, getting off to your scent like a total pervert. "God, you smell so fucking good.. I can't stop thinking about İt." He presses the fabric to his nose, groaning as he grinds against the bed, cumming hard while licking your panties, completely high.

Yandere bully who can be the meanest, most disgusting version of himself, using your body for his pleasure, but you can feel the way he's addicted to you, how much he needs to please you. It's a twisted game between love and hate-he's cruel, mean, but the moment he's got his hands on you, he can't stop himself from worshipping you in the most filthy, desperate ways possible.

@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.