HOLDING MYSELF BACK FROM GIGGLING AND FEET KICKING BECAUSE I WAS READING THE FANFICS I REBLOGGED

HOLDING MYSELF BACK FROM GIGGLING AND FEET KICKING BECAUSE I WAS READING THE FANFICS I REBLOGGED

BRO IDEK WHO MY BIAS IS FROM ENHYPEN ALL I KNOW IM A JISUNGIE GIRL FROM NCT

HSKSJSSH WHICH NCT GIRLIE (i don't listen to any of their song 😭)

𝔹𝕃𝕌𝔼 𝕃𝕆ℂ𝕂 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℝ𝕊𝕋 𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋𝕊

ଘ Pairings : None.

ଘ Starring : Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Shidou Ryusei, Kunigami Rensuke

ଘ They are 24, and they play for professional teams.

ଘ Warnings : NSFW, mature + crack

ଘ Note : I was going to write more, but I'll save that for part 2. When will it be out? Maybe sometime this week.

Been playing around with this idea to get out of a writer's block.

ଘ WC : 1.8k

As always, if I find any errors while re - reading, I'll make sure to edit it.

Comments, reblogs and likes are very much apprecitated !! <3

ଘ Do not copy, repost, translate or edit my work.

ʚ ɞ Isagi Yoichi : 

“I'm Isagi Yoichi from Bastard Munchen, and today I’m going to be reading thirst tweets. I’ve seen celebrities do this… didn’t know I was going to be doing this today.” Isagi said, scratching his cheek slightly. 

Reaching into the bucket, he picked out a chit. 

“Get yourself a man who looks at you the way Isagi stares at the field” 

“I do have to analyze the field before making any moves. Football is not just a sport about the ball, it depends on strategy as well.” 

“The cameraman and I can agree that Isagi’s ass is cake.” 

“Cake?” Isagi asked, confused. “It means a well figured rear.” one of the  crew members said, causing Isagi to go wide eyed, a blush spreading through his cheeks. 

“W-Well, I did workout at the gym and trained on the field along with diet control. I’ll probably do more story updates on what I eat during the day and night on my instagram.” he replied with an awkward smile. 

“I like how Isagi is like a cute blueberry muffin I’d like to wrap in my blanket, but the moment he has his hair up, I am ready to ride him.” 

*silence* 

“I uhm… that is quite interesting… but the only one I’d allow to ride me is my partner.” he said, clearing his throat. “Pretty sure, my mom is watching and recording this.” 

“Isagi in a suit with those thick thighs. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.” 

“That was a rather short talk, but the pants for that suit had to be redone so many times. It was a nightmare.” he sighed. 

“Isagi could take me on the field any day and all I would say is ‘thank you sir.’ “ 

“If you want to play football, let’s schedule a match with time and place. I’ll be there.” he said, pointing at the camera with a smile. 

“If Isagi kicked me like a football, I’d ask him to do it over and over again.” 

“I’m not so sure about that.” he answered with an awkward chuckle. “The studs on my shoe are used to dig into the ground… Can’t begin to imagine the damage it would do to a person’s face.” 

“If I were to ever shake hands with Isagi, I would never wash my hands.” “Rather unhygienic, but very tame compared to the previous tweets.” he said with a smile. 

“My ideal weight is Isagi on top of me.”

“Pretty sure I am more heavy and bulky than I look.” he chuckled, crumpling the paper and tossing it to the side. 

“That was all?” he asked, peering into the empty mug that had chits. 

“Yeah.” the crewmen answered. 

“It’s been… entertaining to do this. I am Isagi Yoichi, and these were thirst tweets.” 

ʚ ɞ Itoshi Rin : 

“What is this?” Rin asked, taking the bucket. 

“There are folded chits inside, you have to open them and read.” the cameraman said. 

“I see,” he replied. 

“This is Itoshi Rin from France P-X-G, and I will be reading your thirst tweets.” he said with a frustrated sigh, reaching into the mug. 

“It never ceases to amaze me that Itsohi Rin can look so flawless yet fuckable.”

“An indirect alliteration in English I suppose? If my stylist didn’t do the job right, he would’ve been fired by now.” he replied, reaching into the  mug to open another chit.

“Itoshi Rin is all it takes to become wet down under.” 

“You get tempted with a name? Pathetic.” he said, crumpling the paper, throwing it behind him. 

“Itoshi Rin could slam me into a wall and whisper the dirtiest things in my ear and I would beg for more.” 

“I am not a fan of scandals. The only thing I will slam into a goal is a ball.” he replied. “Seriously, what is wrong with people?” 

“Itoshi Rin can degrade me till I’m nothing but trash, it’s the only validation I need.” 

“The only validation you need is your birth certificate and citizenship documents,” he answered. 

“I’d be happy to be choked to death by the sexy, veiny hands of Itoshi Rin.” 

“It would end up being a lawsuit and my lawyer had other important matters to attend to, and neither do I want to.” he sighed, eyebrows pinched while crumpling the paper. 

“Itoshi rin is good at insults, might have a thing for humiliation.” 

“Disgusting.” he said, face contorting into a deep snarl with a frown. 

“Itoshi Rin makes me want to learn Yoga. Can he teach me to bend in more ways than one? It would be helpful for future dates.” “I told Matteo to not take pictures for my account, but obviously the fool didn’t listen. Link to my yoga instructor’s  account can be found in the post on my social media. Use that as a reference and leave me alone.” Rin said, throwing the paper behind him. 

“I like sunsets, what I’d love is to watch you go down.” 

“What is this. Wasting your vocabulary skills to type out meaningless flirts rather than actually using it in the corporate world.” Itoshi said, shaking his head. 

“It is illegal for a man to look that gorgeous. Can’t deny it, we’d make pretty babies.” 

“Fantasy. Shameful that you won’t be having that.” he said with a tiny smirk, folding the paper in one hand and throwing it beside him. 

“Itoshi Rin with his tongue hanging out is all I have to think of for release.” 

“Maybe Nii chan was right about it being a bad habit.” Rin muttered. 

“There are so many… I can’t do any more of this. It’ll trigger a migraine and I have a meeting after.” Rin said, setting the mug down. 

“Hope to see some of you filths in the stands in June. This has been Itoshi Rin, reading thirst tweets.” 

ʚ ɞ Shidou Ryusei :

“Oooh!! Puppies!!” Ryusei exclaimed, running towards the said object of excitement. “We had no choice but to get them right?” the cameraman muttered to the crewman. 

“It’s better to balance something cute and innocent with his… spontaneous personality.” the crewman answered, pushing his glasses up. 

“And… we’re rolling.” 

“I’m Shidou Ryusei from Real drid and I will be doing thirst tweets.” Shidou said, reaching into the mug with chits. 

“Shidou Ryusei is feral. I actually dig that.” 

“Really? The amount of criticism I got for that is actually insane. But… good to know I guess.” he said with a shrug, crumpling the paper and putting it aside. 

“Choke me with those thighs, Daddy.” 

“Choke you!!” he exclaimed, laughing while rubbing the chin of a puppy in his lap. “Nah, don’t want to have trouble with the law.” he said, throwing the paper to the side. 

“Shidou Ryusei gives off big dick energy. I guarantee I can make it fit.” 

“Woah.” he said with his eyes bulging out, laughing. “That is some… creativity. I like it.”

“Shidou Ryusei can smash my ass in and I would bend over to say ‘Spank me daddy.’” even more.” 

“Red card for violence.” Shidou hollered, the puppy in his lap barking. “Little guy here agrees with me too.” 

“The things I would let Shidou Ryusei do to me.” 

“The sentence is incomplete, but the picture gets across.” Ryusei said with his tongue sticking out. 

“Shidou Ryusei can read chemicals and I’d take it as dirty talking.” 

“Hm… Chemistry isn’t my thing, since I got scouted right after high school and began my professional career. Maybe some chemicals here and there I could recognize, but not the real actual name.” Ryusei said, crumpling the slip of paper. 

“If Shidou Ryusei was a god, I’d be his daily worshiper.” 

“Make sure to bring Yukhoe and Chainsaw man as offerings.” he said with a smile, giving the puppy belly rubs. “This one was relatively tame, wasn’t it.” 

“Shidou Ryusei can sit on my face and suffocate me.” 

“You guys are really violent today when I’m usually the one that’s told that.” he said, pointing at the camera while a puppy licked his face. 

“It’s illegal that Ryusei lets his sweat drip on the grass and floor when it should be bottled water.” 

“Isn’t that too much salt? Maybe I should take up this idea with Anri chan” he said, showing a toothy smile, spreading his legs out on the floor. With one of the puppies dragging the mug away from him, he looks into the camera. 

“My manager says that’s all for today, folks. This has been Shidou Ryusei, reading your thirst tweets.” 

“Woof!” 

ʚ ɞ Kunigami Rensuke : 

“And what do I have to do with these slips of paper?” the amber haired man asked, eyes filled with curiosity. 

“You just have to read those.” the crewman said. 

“Okay… uh. This is Kunigami Rensuke from Bastard Munchen and I’m going to be reading thirst tweets.” 

“It should be illegal for Kunigami to have an ass shown live for free.” 

“Getting right off the bat aren’t we. Is my ass filmed so much that the ball I’m taking in the front is out of the picture?” he asked, squinting his eyebrows. 

“Kunigami can break my back like a glow stick.” 

“Why do you want to get hurt?” he asked, scrunching his eyebrows, throwing the slip of paper behind him. 

“Watching Kunigami’s muscles shouldn’t be for free.” 

“It was ‘cause of the shot in the locker room wasn’t it? Should’ve told Noa to not let the press in there.” he said with a chuckle, throwing the slip of paper away. 

“I would sell my house to just touch or if I’m lucky spank Kunigami’s ass.” 

“Uhm…” he swallowed, staring at the paper. “The internet is a scary place.” 

“Kunigami can pound me with his left knee and I would still be begging for more.” 

“You guys are really wild huh… “ he said, shaking his head, tossing the crumpled ball of paper. 

“If I were to die, the last meal I beg to have is Kunigami’s ass.” 

“Why is everyone after my ass?!” Kunigami exclaimed, covering his face with his palm. 

“I’d happily buy Kunigami’s bathwater.” 

“Is this from the instagram post that Isagi and Bachira made while we were in the onsen?” Rensuke asked, eyebrows pinching. “Bathwater? Can’t guarantee what you’ll do with it, but since you’re freaks, I’ll leave it to you.” he added with a chuckle. 

“The things I imagine Kunigami would do to me if he tied me up with his sweaty jersey.” 

“Actually, we can’t take our jerseys off. It would be a yellow card.” He said with a straight face, tossing the paper away. 

“The only way I would learn is by being spanked into submission by Kunigami Rensuke.” 

“No comment.” he said, crumpling the paper in his fist with an awkward expression. 

“My doctor filled out a prescription, and the only one that I need is a vitamin D from Kunigami Rensuke.” “I’m not sure which pill to buy you, so I’m not the best person to ask,” he said with a shrug. 

"Well... uh. It's been fun. This was Kunigami Rensuke from Bastard Munchen, reading thirst tweets. Think I need a latte." he said, setting the mug down.

kaiser x motorcycle!

kaiser don’t deserve us we so sexcci for him he got ness begging w him to get us !!

HELP I WOULD ACTUALLY WANT NESS BC I FEEL SORRY FOR HIM 😭 also im getting my exam results tmrw and i just started to feel a bit queasy in the stomach oh god i'm nervous