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“EXPECTING” she delivered a surprise to him

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : jinpachi ego

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THE Blue Lock facility was just as imposing and intense as you remembered. Even with the countless visits you'd made to see Jinpachi Ego, your husband, the atmosphere inside never failed to make you feel like you were stepping into some grand, high-stakes war room. It was eerily quiet today, though. You guessed that meant the boys were out on the field, which made sense since Jinpachi was holed up in the observation room, glued to the giant screens monitoring each of their movements.

"Hey, Jin," you called out as you saunter into the room, casually leaning against the doorframe. Your voice cut through the silence, and you watched as his head snapped toward you, the ever-present dark circles under his eyes looking more prominent than usual. His focus wavered for just a moment, and you relished that little distraction.

"Shouldn't you be off doing something other than lounging around watching a bunch of sweaty teenagers kick a ball?" you teased, eyeing him up and down. As always, his fashion choices were... questionable at best. His lanky figure was dressed in his usual casual attire-black shirt, jeans, and the bolo tie that seemed to have permanently attached itself to his neck. His Crocs squeaked as he turned in his chair to face you fully, hands still poised over his tablet.

Jinpachi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, raising an eyebrow at your entrance. "Shouldn't you be doing something more productive than pestering me in the middle of my life's work?"

You scoffed, flicking your hair over your shoulder. "Oh, please. Like I'd miss out on an opportunity to make fun of you. I mean, you're practically a caricature of a soccer coach at this point."

He narrowed his eyes, as if considering a comeback, but ultimately shrugged, his focus already returning to the monitors in front of him. "What brings you here, anyway? Don't you have things to do?"

"Oh, I do," you said. "But I figured I'd do my civic duty and check on my poor, neglected husband. Make sure you're still alive and not buried under a pile of instant noodle cups."

"Your concern is touching," he deadpanned, eyes still glued to the screen, tracking a particular player. "I haven't died of malnutrition yet, so you can stop worrying. Now, unless you have an actual reason for being here-"

You rolled your eyes, but a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips. The banter was fun, sure, but you hadn't come here just for that. This was a big moment, and the anticipation of revealing your news made your palms slightly sweaty.

"I have a reason," you admitted, stepping further into the room. You dug into your bag and pulled out a small plastic bag, nonchalantly tossing it onto his desk. Jinpachi didn't even look at it at first, too busy tapping something on his screen. Typical.

It took a few seconds before he glanced down at the bag. His hand froze mid-tap. His eyes flickered back and forth between the plastic bag and your face, obviously confused.

"What is this?" he asked flatly, eyebrows furrowing together in that adorably clueless way that you found so endearing.

You couldn't help the smirk that spread across your face as you crossed your arms, waiting for him to connect the dots. He was smart, but you knew he wouldn't get it right away.

"Well, dear genius husband of mine, I'd think it's pretty obvious."

His eyes narrowed again, this time studying the contents more closely. The realization started to dawn, and you saw his eyebrows lift just slightly. "Who's carrying the demon spawn?"

You nearly burst out laughing, but you managed to keep your composure long enough to reply. "Me, you idiot."

There was a brief moment of silence as Jinpachi just stared at you. His face, which usually bore the expression of someone who had seen too much in life, remained completely blank. Then, without missing a beat, he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "Sucks to be you."

You let out a loud laugh, almost doubling over at the audacity. "Seriously? That's your reaction? 'Sucks to be you'? Unbelievable."

But he wasn't done. "Well, it's not my body that has to go through nine months of hell," he stated, almost smugly, though you could tell from the twitch in his cheek that he was just as stunned as you expected him to be. His cool exterior was probably the only thing stopping him from actually freaking out.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, leaning down to pinch his cheek-hard. "Listen here, you smug noodle-loving stick figure, you are not going to miss out on this. Every appointment, every scan, every time the doctor tells us what to expect-you're coming with me."

He winced slightly at the pinch but didn't pull away. "What if I'm busy shaping Japan's future soccer geniuses?" he quipped, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice now.

"Nope. Don't care," you responded, releasing his cheek but poking his shoulder for emphasis. "You are not skipping a single thing. We're in this together, Jinpachi."

He glanced away, scratching his neck-a tell-tale sign that he was annoyed, or more likely in this case, unsure how to process the information. "Fine," he muttered, his tone nonchalant, but you knew him well enough to catch the way his fingers curled just a little tighter around the tablet. "I'll come. Just don't expect me to, I don't know, do yoga or something ridiculous."

You snorted. "Yeah, like I'm going to let you anywhere near a yoga mat. I can barely trust you with a fork."

He gave you a dry look, but there was a faint smirk on his lips now.

You knew he was internally processing the magnitude of the news, even as he tried to play it cool. Jinpachi was never one to show too much emotion, especially not in a high-stakes environment like this. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, calculating how this would affect his meticulously structured life.

"Seriously, though," you spoke, trying to shift the mood a little, "I know this is a lot, but think about it. You'll have someone to mold into a future soccer star. It will take a while though."

He raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look crossing his face. "Mold? Is that really the word you want to use? I'd prefer 'cultivate' or 'develop.'"

You laughed again, shaking your head. "Whatever you want to call it, you know you'll be a great dad. Just look at how you handle the players here."

"Yeah, by constantly pushing them to their limits. I'm not sure that's the best parenting method."

"Oh, come on!" you shot back, amused. "It's either that or be a total softie. I'm sure we can balance it out. You can be the tough love dad while I take care of the cuddles."

He rolled his eyes but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching again. "That's a terrifying thought, honestly."

"Yeah? Well, get used to it. This is happening." You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're going to be a dad, and I can't wait for you to experience all the joys-and chaos-that come with it."

His expression softened for just a moment as he regarded you, the seriousness of the situation creeping into his usual façade of confidence. "I suppose there are worse things than being a dad," he admitted, almost begrudgingly. "I just hope this kid doesn't inherit my inability to function outside of soccer."

You chuckled, the warmth of the moment settling around you. "I think we both know they'll be a soccer prodigy with you as their dad. But maybe we can throw in some art classes or something, just to balance it out?"

He scrunched his nose in distaste. "Art? Ugh. I don't feel like producing a piece of art."

You nudged him playfully. "See, this is what I mean! You need to open your horizons. You can't just be all soccer all the time. What about cooking classes?"

"Cooking classes? Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "If I wanted to poison our child, I'd just let them eat my cooking."

"Oh, don't act like you can't cook." you challenged, smirking at him. "You're just too stubborn to learn anything outside of instant noodles."

"Instant noodles are an art form," he shot back, crossing his arms defensively. "Besides, if it's not in my contract, it's not my concern."

You rolled your eyes again, though your heart swelled with affection for him. His quirks and stubbornness were part of what made him so uniquely him. "Well, I think you'll have to make some adjustments in your schedule, Mister 'Nothing but soccer.'"

He sighed dramatically, though the corners of his mouth curled upward. "I'll think about it," he said, his voice dry as ever. But you noticed that glint in his eye, the one he always got when he was secretly pleased with something.

"Thinking about it isn't good enough," you countered, narrowing your eyes playfully as you leaned in closer. "You're going to be there for all of it. And when our kid asks you for help with their homework, you better know the answer. No slacking off with the whole 'I only care about soccer' excuse."

"No, you'll do the teaching."

You almost choked on your breath. "What a nightmare..imagine ME, teaching math? Do you want me to fail our child?"

You poked him in the ribs, enjoying the rare moment where you could tease him into a corner. "You better brush up. No instant noodles or spreadsheets will save you when that time comes."

Jinpachi sighed theatrically, pushing his glasses up again, a smirk barely visible at the corners of his lips. "I'll consider it a challenge. Though, I'm not responsible if our child grows up with a warped sense of humor."

"Oh, please," you snorted. "With me as their mom, they'll be perfectly balanced. It's you I'm worried about. You're going to corrupt them with your twisted soccer fanaticism."

He tilted his head, fixing you with a mock-serious stare. "And what, exactly, would be wrong with that?"

"Everything," you replied, matching his intensity. "Because if you think I'm going to sit through endless hours of soccer drills, you've got another thing coming. I'll make sure they're into something else, too. Maybe theater or art, just to mess with you."

The idea visibly made Jinpachi twitch. "Our child doing theater... Horrifying."

You grinned wickedly. "Exactly. And you'll love it."

Jinpachi shook his head, but the fondness in his eyes couldn't be mistaken. You could see it now, peeking through the cracks of his cool exterior. He wasn't just some cold, calculating football genius; he was also the man you fell in love with-quirky, egotistical, yes, but full of hidden warmth that he saved just for you.

A comfortable silence settled between you both for a moment. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the monitors and the occasional scribble of his stylus on the tablet. You stood there, watching him work for a bit.

You were going to have a baby-his baby. You weren't sure what kind of father Jinpachi would be, but you knew one thing for certain: he would approach it with the same passion he had for everything else.

After a few minutes, you finally broke the silence. "So, when do you think you'll be free to come to the first appointment?" you asked, keeping your tone light but serious.

He glanced up at you, pushing his glasses up again-a nervous habit of his when he was thinking. "I'll make time," he said simply, almost nonchalantly, though you could tell he meant it. "I'm not missing it. I'll put it in my calendar. Between strategy meetings, of course."

You raised an eyebrow. "Between strategy meetings? Really? You're prioritizing strategy over me and your future child?"

"Don't twist my words," he shot back, smirking. "I'll be there. I can multitask."

"Sure, sure," you teased, though you knew he would keep his word. "And make sure to bring something that isn't noodles when we go. I'm not sharing my snacks with you."

He made a face, clearly displeased by the thought. "You're cruel."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound filling the room. "I'm just preparing you for parenthood, Jinpachi. You'll have to learn to share eventually."

He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Oh, absolutely," you replied, grinning. "I'm going to hold this over your head for the rest of your life."

Jinpachi sighed, leaning back in his chair again. "Of course you are."

You placed a hand on your stomach. It wasn't just about teasing him or watching him squirm, though that was always a fun bonus. You were building a life together, and this was just the beginning of something incredible.

"Ready for the ride, Jin?" you asked, a soft smile on your lips as you looked at him.

He glanced over at you. There was something real and sincere in his eyes, a flicker of emotion that he rarely let anyone see.

"Yeah," he said quietly, nodding. "I think I am."

You smiled, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. "Good. Because I'm not doing this alone."

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "As if I'd let you. I'll be there... every step of the way."

"Damn right you will be," you said, though your tone was softer now, more affectionate. You stepped closer, gently resting a hand on his shoulder, and he placed his own hand over yours.

Jinpachi squeezed your hand gently, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that caught you off guard. You could feel the warmth of his hand on yours, grounding you in the moment.

"You know," you murmured, stepping in closer, your voice low as you brushed a hand across his cheek. "I'm not always sassy."

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Really? I've never seen the evidence."

"Shut up," you whispered, though you were smiling as you said it. "I'm trying to be sentimental here."

Jinpachi let out a small chuckle, but there was a tenderness in his expression that you rarely saw. He lifted his hand from your shoulder to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that made your heart skip a beat. It was such a simple gesture, yet from him, it carried so much meaning. Jinpachi was a man of few overt affections, but when he did show them, they were undeniable.

Slowly, he leaned down toward you, his movements almost cautious, as if he were afraid to break the moment. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his face drew closer, your heart pounding in your chest. And then, with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his usual brashness, his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft, tender-unlike the sharp-edged banter you usually exchanged. His lips were warm against yours, and for a moment, the world around you disappeared. His hand on your cheek was steady, grounding you, while your own hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer.

You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his long fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he deepened the kiss, still slow, still deliberate. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a promise.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you breathing a little heavier than before. His hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb still softly stroking your skin. Jinpachi's glasses had slightly fogged up from the closeness, but he didn't bother adjusting them this time.

"Sucks to be us, huh?" he murmured, his voice teasing but quieter than usual, as if he were afraid to break the delicate moment.

You smiled, still catching your breath, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Guess we're stuck together now."

"Not the worst fate," he replied, his smirk returning but his eyes soft.

You pulled him in for another kiss, this one quicker but just as sweet, before you leaned back, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "And just so you know, that baby's going to love theater. Deal with it."

Jinpachi groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically, but there was a fondness there that you couldn't miss. "Fine. But only if you handle it. I'll take care of soccer practice."

"Deal," you said, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

As you stood there, wrapped in his arms, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

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: ̗̀➛ Met the professionals

Synopsis: after winning the U-20 match, Ego starts planning the third phase of the project and you were requested to come back a few days earlier than the players for a quick briefing and to introduce you the new people that you would be working with.

Reader is 18.

Warnings: fem!reader, English and Japanese honorifics, swearing, reader has a little brother, suggestive comment, reader wears a dress and has makeup on, flirting, hottest dilfs alive and Micheal Kaiser.

Ego in his sugar daddy era???

“How’re you, Ego-San? I hope that you’ve been eating well for the past two weeks since I wasn’t here to cook for you.” You grinned kindly at your boss, entering the high tech office. Placing your handbag on the table, Ego doesn’t look at you and continues to immerse himself in important data.

“What’re you my mother? I don’t need you to look after me.”

“If I don’t look after you, who’ll make Japan win the World Cup?” You sassed. Approaching the table the looked at the holographic data floating mid air. You still wonder to yourself how much money went into this and how high tech this all was.

“Anri-San told me over the phone that I should come back a few days earlier than the players, when I tell you that those boys-”

“Ah, ah.” He raises his hand over to your mouth, stopping you from saying anything and you huffed, sitting on the tables edge. “Alright, tell me-” A holographic screen slides to your direction, revealing the information before you.

“The third phase of this match is called the Neo Egoist League. Where players pick a team that matches their skills. This phase will introduce a variety of investments, including high salaries, various offers from different teams all over Europe to play in their leagues, and so many more,” you click on the icon, Germany and saw the familiar face of the one who beat Messi in a match from three years ago.

“Noel Noa…?”

“Oh, yeah. The teams the players will choose are England, Germany, Italy, France, and Spain. Each European team is an S-class team led by the most exceptional strikers…I think you already know them.” Cue for the familiar faces of famous football players to come into the screen. Chris Prince, Lavinho, Noel Noa, Marc Snuffy, and the familiar face of Julian Loki.

“After the players pick their respective teams, they will be separated into different stratums or buildings. Anri-Chan will be sending you the rest of the details. Don’t embarrass yourself when you’re up close with them.” He says, giving you a side eye as you stare at a picture of Snuffy. You immediately snapped back to your senses and swiped away the image of the Italian footballer.

“I-I won’t! What makes you say that?!” He huffs and pushes you off the table.

“Unpack your things and help the other staff with room preparations. You will be preparing for five teams with twenty plus players. Go away.” You huffed at him and fixed your clothes. “Can’t you be more gentle?! Geez!”

“What’s this?” You looked at the white box, wrapped with a black bow that Anri handed to you, she looks very excited you took notice. She beams at you as you placed it on the dining table.

“Open it! Ego-San got it for us.”

“That Vector look-a-like got us something? Are you sure he’s alright? Should I call a doctor?” You worried turned to the older woman. Cue for Ego to smack you on the back of you of your head with a file.

“Ow!”

“Be grateful, you waste of talent. I’m pretty sure you don’t have anything decent to wear.” He hissed, pointing at your working clothes and you gasped dramatically.

“These are my working clothes, asshat! I can’t run around working in a mini skirt.”

“Oh, come on, Ego-San. (Name)-Chan just got back and you’re already picking a fight with her!” Anri scolds the two of you, pulling both her boss and colleague apart before they tear each other apart. “Just open the gift and tell me if it fits. Don’t approach me if it isn’t your style.” Ego spoke, going into the kitchen to prepare himself yet another instant ramen packet.

“If it fits?” You thought a bit confused. Did he buy you clothes? Or maybe it’s a new staff uniform, either way, you pulled on the strands of the ribbon, making it come undone. You then lifted the cover and saw some white paper covering, Anri was squealing excited next to you. Moving away some of the wrapping, you soon realized that Ego had bought you a designer dress.

You took out the dress from the box and looked at it with eyes peeled open. Ego, your harsh boss, had bought you a dress that was totally your style and in your favorite color? Is the world ending?

“Omg, Ego-San, it looks beautiful on her, definitely (name)’s style!” Anri gushed at the man who didn’t respond. As you continued to admire the dress and its intricate appearance, Ego cleared his throat.

“Do the two of you have any jewelry?”

“I only brought a few earrings with me, nothing special.”

“The ones that I’m wearing, I don’t change into anything different unless it’s a special occasion.” You and Anri answered. You wondered why Ego bought you an expensive dress and asking you about jewelry, all he ever talked about was football not fashion.

“Ego-San, what’s with the dress? I don’t think I can wear this to anywhere and this must’ve been expensive!”

“Is that really what you have to say…?” You shut up and looked at Ego and his unusual behavior. He sounded a bit disappointed as he slurped on his noodles. You grinned at the realization and brought the dress to your chest.

“Thank you, Ego-San, truly.” You could’ve sworn you saw a smile on his face. “Are you smiling, Ego-San-?”

“Being delusional has its fucking limits, kid.”

“I may be delulu but my eyes aren’t lying, c’mon admit it, boss!” You continue to tease as he continues to deny your claims. Anri smiles at this interaction. For once you weren’t spouting insults at each other or trying to kill each other.

“Shut the fuck up and take this.” Ego had enough and tossed you and Anri small bags of yet again designer, products. You then looked at Ego and then at Anri. “In all seriousness, why’re you gifting us these and where did you get the money of all of this? Last I remembered, we ran out of funds cause of the second selection.”

“After winning the match, sponsors came flooding in to support the project. Hence the brands and how we’re able to afford those teams to collaborate with us.” Anri explains. Looking at the Selim Mouzannar box in her hands with bulging eyes. You had a similar reaction as her as you look at the Azlee brand necklace on your hands.

“You didn’t really have to buy us so much…”

“I wonder how much of this costs…”

“I only bought you both heels. The dresses, jewelry and makeup were gifts from the coaches.”

“…are they looking for a sugar baby?” Anri and Ego smacked you on the back of the head.

“You look so beautiful, (name)-Chan!!”

“Have you seen yourself, Anri-San? You look like you’re going to the met gala!” The red-haired woman blushes as your compliment. She wore a red satin floor length dress with off shoulders. You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw a different person. You looked even more beautiful with the makeup on with lips were colored in lipstick. Your dress hugged every curve of your body and the jewelry made you look mature and expensive.

All in all, you look like you were going to a ball. Like a Princess.

“You look like you’re going to throw up.”

“I… I’m scared I’m gonna ruin this dress, like, what if I accidentally spill food or drinks on me?!” You continued on with your nervous rant about possibly ruining the dress, she sighs and grabs you the shoulders, pushing her face closer to yours. “(Name)-Chan, nothing is going to happen to you or the dress! They gave you this dress and it’s your choice what to do with it.”

She reasons and you nodded tentatively. She smiles and picked up her handbag, so did you.

“I’m amazed Ego-San wanted to host a welcome party of the teams.”

“I was actually the JFU who arranged this occasion.” You looked at Anri as if she grew a second head and laughed uncertainly. “Ahaha… really?”

“Really.”

“Like… really, really?” She nods and you scoffed. “Now that he lost our little bet, he’s sucking up to us? Serves him right for doubting us.”

“Oh, you should’ve seen how Ego-San reacted when the president told him about hosting a welcome party!” Hand in arm, the two women were immersed in their conversation as they walked down the dystopian-core hallways of blue lock and exited the premises where a wagoneer jeep waited in the entrance.

“I think Ego-San is indulging himself a little bit too much.”

“That car was sent by the JFU, dumbass.” Ego sighs as he walked out from the glass doors, clad in a navy blue suit with a bolo football tie. He didn’t look all that much to different from his usual getup. The suit was reminiscent of the one he wore in the U-20 match.

You immediately noticed at the bolo tie was a little loose and went in front of him, taking a hold of the tie. Ego seemed surprised at the sudden closeness and pulled away.

“What the hell?”

“Stand still, your tie looks sloppy…” You murmured, tightening it. Ego sighs and lifts his head a little to give you space, Anri smiles in amusement at this rare moment between the two of you. Like a daughter fixing her fathers tie before he goes off to work. It was adorable in her opinion.

You pulled away and looked pleased with Ego’s appearance with a smile. “Let’s go?”

“Let’s.”

You looked at awe at the building where the welcome party was taking place. You initially thought it was going to be at blue lock but apparently JFU didn’t deem your building fancy enough and held the welcome party at a five star hotel. As you wrapped your arm around Anri’s forearm, you peered through the city of Tokyo from the glass window of the elevator. It looked like a sparkling jewelry box from up there. The doors open and Anri pulls you along with her.

Anxiety emptied your stomach as your hands grew sweaty around Anri’s plushy arm. The older woman looks at you with a gentle smile that made your worries go away. You then looked Ego who had his hands on the large doors in front of you three, he looks at the two of you and you nodded confidently.

Ego pushes the doors open and you were welcomed by a flood of overlapping chatter, elegant women dressed in designer clothing and men stood tall and erect in their identical-looking suits. The hall looked massive with a balcony on the right side of the room.

Everyone stopped with what they were doing and bore their eyes into the three of you. Now you felt like you were going to throw up if they continue to stare at you any longer.

“If it isn’t the mastermind behind this amazing project!” You heard a boisterous voice boom your ears. You looked up and saw the fat rodent that is the president of the JFU waddling his way towards your direction. The feeling of nausea was replaced with disgruntled feeling as you held on Anri’s arm a little tighter.

“Chairmen, thank you for arranging this welcome party for the teams.” Ego thanked the bloated tanuki. He was uncharacteristically polite. Your brows furrowed deeper and the corners of your mouth tilts down as he glanced at you and Anri, he gulps and looks back the bull-cut-haired man.

“I-it’s the least we can do. Because with blue lock, I know we can win the World Cup with your guidance!” He spoke and the others in the room erupted in praises and applause.

“We’ll be doing our best to do so. Thank you for financially supporting our project.” Anri replied with a light bow and so did you, “I’ll be supporting the players as best as I can since I’m the manager and all of that.”

The chairmen then usher the three of you to the rest of the JFU members for some reason. You didn’t talk all that much and looked around the banquet hall, “tell me, (name)-Chan. How the players generally act?”

“Generally act?”

“What’s their behavior towards the other players? I’m quite curious.” One of the members asked. You tried to think of an answer without revealing the fact that everyone is at each other's throats, “well, they remain respectful to each other, off and on the field,” that was a bit of a lie considering Isagi calling Baro a donkey mid-game.

“They work hard and dedicate themselves, body and soul to the sport. They accept defeats to grow better not only as a player but as a person.” You replied truthfully this time, fiddling with the fabric of the dress. They took your word for it and seemed intrigued by your answers with nods and hums.

“And how do they act towards you? Since you’re one of the many female managers after all.” They smirked with suggestion. You sucked in the corner of your bottom lip to avoid snapping at him. What was even going through their sick heads? Do they want this project to end with just one sexual speculation?

“Respect… we maintain a distance that is manager and player. We don’t have a rather close and intimate relationship with each other.” That was a bit of a lie. The players acted relatively close to you but still maintained a respectable presence with you.

Aryu runs his hands in your hair while complimenting your makeup and outfit. Chigiri would ask you to play with his hair. You were terrible at it, but he didn’t mind. Otoya would constantly flirt and ask for your number. Karasu and Yukimiya would save you from him. Baro, Kunigami, and all the other boys would try to pitch in to help you. Bachira would always hug you whenever you entered the room. Nagi trails behind you like a lost puppy, along with Reo, who would talk your ear off about the stock market and ask you to go out on a date with him once he’s out of blue lock.

And so many more, the boys acted like you were friends at school which made you feel comfortable with your stay and you really appreciated the boys and their behavior towards you.

“Is that so? Nothing-?”

“Hey, shithead. Do you think it’s a good idea to ask a girl who's 18 if she’s having intimate relations with a bunch of guys who are 18 and below? That’s fucking disgusting.” Ego spat in a whisper to the man as he pulled you by the wrist and hid you behind him. Your eyes widen as well as the JFU member, and he stammers out an apology that Ego didn’t take so kindly.

You looked up at Ego as he glared in disgust at the man. With your heart beating against your chest as if it wanted to break free, sweat pooling into the palm of your heads, you pulled on Ego’s cuffs, and he turned his attention towards you.

“Ego-San, let’s not cause a scene…” you whispered lowly, gesturing to your side. Spectators were turning their heads at the three of you, who were drawn to what you were discussing. Ego looks at you, then back at the man. There was an unreadable expression on his face before he clicked his tongue and gestured for you to follow him.

“Don’t show your putrid face to me or my staff.” He hissed before walking away from the man with eyes following your every move like owls, but one look from Ego, and they returned to their conversations.

“Ego-San… thank you for doing that. I greatly appreciate it.” You spoke, pulling on the mans wrist. He stops and looks at you before flicking your forehead. “The hell?!”

“Be more careful next time when you encounter nosey pigs like him-”

“So you do have a heart in there, Jinpachi Ego.” You heard a voice state amused from behind. You couldn’t understand what he was saying. It sounded like German. You whirled around and saw the mystery man.

It was Noel Noa. Clad in a suit and bow tie. He had a stoic and serious expression with an ever-present frown on his lips, gold eyes dull into Ego’s obsidian pair of eyes before he shifted his focus to you and then back to him. When both your eyes met, you felt your heart rate go faster than ever before.

It was the Noel Noa. In the flesh! The greatest striker in the world, standing in front of you!!

You have seen this man in your television or phone but seeing him in the flesh was whole new experience.

‘Omg, omg, omg, omg, omg, omg-’

“What’s that supposed to mean, you stoic robot?” Ego hissed in German. You looked back and forth between the two. They seemed to know each other, you observed as they casually conversed with each other. “Seeing how you stood up for your female employee is out of character. I thought you weren’t Ego when I saw you.”

“Do you know each other, Ego-San?”

“In a way. Wear these. You’ll need it when communicating with the other coaches.” Ego fished out a small black box that had Blue Lock’s symbol on it. You took it from his grasp and opened the box. There were black wireless earbuds.

“Earbuds?”

“Reo Mikage’s family had decided to sponsor Blue Lock and give us one of their products. That being translator earbuds, it’s light and won’t come off no matter how much you move around, and it’s hardly noticeable.” You wore it, and it almost felt unnoticeable. You then turned to the striker and slight bow.

“What is Ego Jinpachi like at work, Ms.Manager?” You were a little shocked, hearing him speak so clearly in Japanese with a believable accent. These earbuds are something else.

“O-oh, well. He can very harsh and would constantly criticize you for the littlest thing.”

“That’s accurate enough.”

“You damn brat.”

“I’m (name) (last name), Mr.Noa. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“I’ve heard many things about you from Ego.”

“Good or bad?”

“A bit of both.” You sighed hearing his quick response.

“Although, he often notes how you go above and beyond with your work despite being so young,” Noa mentioned—taking a sip of his champagne. You worked up hearing his statement and looked at Ego, who didn’t meet your eyes.

“Ego-San sometimes shares with me his instant noodles and such.” On occasion, when you would be busy with your work, Ego would always make you some instant noodles for a snack to go with your work. It touched your heart as he did care for you after all. (Before he berates you for doing absolutely nothing)

“How… amusing.” Noel glances at his friend, whose eyes softened by a fraction. The striker was quick to take a champagne glass from a waiter's tray and hand it to you.

“Ms. (Last name), you wouldn’t mind if you left your boss and me alone for a while? So we can talk a little about this passion project of his.”

“Of course, have fun.” You whispered before walking away from the two men, placing a hand above your beating heart, and your lips formed a shaky smile—excitement and adrenaline running through your veins. You did your darn best to keep your smile under wraps in favor of showing a calm and professional side of you to the man himself.

“I need to tell Anri-San about this—!” You spun your head from left to right to find the red-haired woman, but you saw her surrounded by sponsors, with Anri conversing seriously with them.

You decided to calm your excitement down and walked around the ballroom. You had to admit, this was something you would see in a movie. The piano was playing in the middle room; you were drawn to its alluring melody, and before you knew it, you were in front of the grand piano while admiring pianist playing.

“Are you into classical music, Miss?” A man purrs into your ear from behind. You recoiled away upon feeling a person's hot breath against your ear. “Haha! Didn’t mean to scare you there, lovely.”

The man had short, curly blond hair, sapphire blue eyes and a mole in the corner of his right lip. He had a well-built body, the suit fitting snuggly in his body. He was taller than you, your head level with his chest.

“I don’t think it’s good manners to suddenly whisper into someone’s without even introducing yourself.” You retorted lightly at the man, and he raised his hands in a playful gesture. “Sorry, miss. I thought I saw a diamond in the corner of my eyes.”

He confessed with a lazy grin. You sighed softly at his attempt at flirting, and you looked back at him. He seemed familiar like you’d seen him before.

“Maybe it’s because of my necklace.”

“I wouldn’t think that if I were you, lovely.” He winks at you, you left a bit uncomfortable with him. “Umm, I just turned 18, I’m not that to comfortable with someone older by a few years older than me…”

“Ahahaha!! Just wait until the fans see this, Chrissy!” A boisterous voice boomed from across the room. A man with tanned skin and wild blond hair, swung his arm over to Chrissy. He wore a black suit with a gold blouse, some of the buttons undid to reveal his chest tattoos.

“You were the one who told me to do it! Miss, I am truly sorry.”

“No, he’s not. He was, like ‘dude, check out that girl with in that dress, she super fine, ‘m gonna go talk to her and hold my drink.’ Basically.” The man matter of factly. Chrissy’s jaw dropped and looked at you who was trying to process this information.

“Lavinho, you’re this worst!”

Wait, Lavinho? As in that famous Brazilian dribbler? Whose representing the Spanish team Barcha?

“You’re… Lavinho?” You spoke and the man turns to you before grinning ear-to-ear. He took your hand and bowed.

“In the flesh, pretty lady! Man, am I lucky to have gorgeous woman like you to know my name. It’s an honor.” He boasts to himself before he grabbed his friend by the arm.

“By the way, this is Chris Prince! But call him Chrissy, though, it’s cute right? Chrissy, Chrissy~”

“Oh my gosh, can you stop? You’re embarrassing me in front of her!” Chris Prince, commonly known as worlds no.2, whispered harshly into Lavinho’s ear, who blew raspberries into his face.

“Oh my gosh, are you immature!” You couldn’t help but laugh at their shenanigans. You never expected them to be this carefree in person. It was fun!

“Let’s calm down now.” You cooed at them, trying to stop Chris from pulling on Lavinho’s collar. “What the lady said, Chrissy. Calm down.”

“I am calm!”

“Says who?”

As Chris was about to strangle Lavinho, you hurriedly took him by the arm and tried to anchor him down with your body weight.

“Let’s calm down! We wouldn’t want to attract too much attention now, do we?” You stammered nervously as the crowd’s eyes were on the three of you. How many times has it already been since the attention was suddenly focused on you.

“You heard the lady, Princey-”

“That includes you, Mr.Lavinho.” He looks at you with shock and Chris glanced at Lavinho with a victorious smirk.

“He’s such a wild person, isn’t he, lovely?”

“A little bit.”

“What?!”

“But not in a bad way.”

“I knew I could trust in you, pretty lady!” Lavinho laughed as he slamming his palms on your shoulders making you wince.

“I hope you can forgive me for that initial greeting, miss?”

“Oh, right. I never introduced myself! My name is (name) (last name) and I’m the manager of Blue lock. It’s a pleasure meeting you both, Mr.Lavinho and Mr.Prince. And it’s alright, Mr.Prince. You didn’t do anything if offense anyway. You briefly introduced yourself with a bow and a smile.

“Oh~! So you’re the woman glasses mentioned we would be working with! Nice to meet you too. Hope we can work together soon!” Lavinho grinned as did Chris.

“Are you a model by any chance? I mean, you have the potential one.” Chris asked curiously. Your posture and beauty were very much similar to models. He would know as he posed with some female models in the past.

“I actually did some modeling jobs when I was 16. Although I’m currently on a break.”

“Ha! I knew it! A beautiful girl like you would be scouted sooner or later. Hey, how about we do a shoot-?”

“She told you she was taking a break from the cameras, Chris.” Another man reminded to the English man with a sigh as he came from behind you and smiled at you apologetically. He had short blond hair and large emerald green eyes with a very well defined nose.

“I’m so sorry about him, Ms.(name). Please don’t let him bother you.”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind doing a shoot with him.”

“See?! It’s almost impossible to say no to this handsome face.” Chris laughs. Pulling out a hand mirror and admires himself, smiling at the mirror and winking at himself.

“Is he… usually like that?”

“Sadly.”

“You seem to know me.”

“I happen to overhear you introducing yourself, my name is Marc Snuffy. Call me Snuffy. It’s a pleasure meeting one of Blue Lock’s beautiful managers.” Snuffy grinned kindly at you making your heart skip a beat.

“Beautiful? Now, I think that’s a stretch!”

“Not what the posts say about you.” He laughs lightly, pulling out a phone to reveal screenshots of a Tiktok comment section filled with compliments and love towards you.

“I must say, the media quite likes you after those little videos with you and Pablo Cavasoz dancing.” You glowered in embarrassment as you remembered the famous baby-face Argentina player, who was mysteriously drawn to you and dragged you to Harajuku with you to film Tiktok dance video’s in the middle of the street or inside the stores and to go shopping.

Never again were you going to be bribed with food and a promise of manicures.

“I-I’m honestly flattered that you think that way, Mr.Snuffy. Thank you. You’re Uber’s coach, right?”

"Correct and I hope my team wouldn't be too much of a trouble to deal with." He jokes lightly making you laugh.

"Have you seen my players? They would be at each other's throats if I look away for a couple of seconds! Like my Rin and Isagi for example."

"Considering the fact that your no.10 dodged a hug from 11... I'd say that their relationship is..."

"Rough? Absolutely."

"We all have those friends." You and continues to conversed at one another about your teams along with his. Snuffy is quite the gentleman you noted. Very polite and respectful.

"Yo, Snuffy. When're we gonna go back to the dorms, 'm tired." You heard someone complain. A man with messy black hair with purple tips and dark purple eyes, laid his head on the Uber's captain's shoulder with a sigh. You rubbed your eyes to wear off any drowsiness as you thought the man had gold teeth for a second.

"It's only 10 pm, Lorenzo and button up your shirt." Snuffy scolded Lorenzo who groaned but stopped midway as he saw you. "Who's this pretty lady, Snufs?"

"Her name is (name) and she's Blue Lock's manager. Be kind."

"Isn't she on the news one time? Like people thought she was Pablo's girlfriend or stuff." You sunk on the floor in embarrassment, remembering the countless news articles that you were his girlfriend. You even got a call from your father who was pissed at you for keeping your not-boyfriend a secret.

"Erm, I'm actually not his girlfriend... hehe, it was an misunderstanding."

"Huh, really?"

"Yup, the media assumed that we were dating just from a few videos of us dancing and doing some sightseeings around Harajuku."

"I see. So yer gonna be our new manager?"

"As far as I know, yea."

"Let's be friends then! Snuf, 'mma borrow her real quick." Lorenzo immediately went towards you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and waved goodbye at Snuffy who told the two of you to have fun.

"Names Don Lorenzo but just call me whatever you want since we're gonna be friends and all."

"Alright, Mr-"

"And no Mister and all that title shit, just call me Lorenzo or whatever- oh! Snuffy does call me Donny at times."

"So is Lorenzo alright with you?"

"Totes." Lorenzo was quite the character. He's friendly and a laidback type of guy, you felt at ease just by being with him as you started to slip from your professional mode. You were enjoying yourself with Lorenzo as the two of you conversed with other topics other than football.

"By the way, are this gold grills on your teeth?" You asked curiously. The two of you were seated a couch with a plate of crackers, cheese and caramel popcorn. He stops eating the popcorn and pulled on the corner of his mouth to give you a full view of his gold teeth.

"These babies? Nah, before all of this, i was some homeless kid on the streets of Italy, begging and robbin' people of their money until Snuffy came into my life askin' me if I wanna play football with him,"

"I was like, 'what's up with this dude? He crazy as fuck,' so then I was like 'replace my rotten teeth with golden ones' and do you know what he did afterwards?"

"He immediately dragged you to the nearest dentist and had it replaced with gold teeth?"

"Exactly! You're so smart." Lorenzo praises, throwing popcorn in the air and caught some with his mouth while also missing some, which you then picked up from the couch and ate it so it won't go to waste.

"Who knew that Mr.Snuffy is such a kind man."

"Kindest in the world. He's the type of person to not give up on others just cause." The player says fondly. You grabbed your champagne glass and felt it was unusually light, you then saw that it was empty. "I'm out of champagne. I'll go grab some more."

"Nah, I'll do it. You sit your pretty self here."

"Thanks but I can handle it, Lorenzo." You pat his shoulder before taking off with your empty glass and towards the bar for a quick refill.

You arrived at the bar and leaned against the counter. "Excuse me but can I get a refill in champagne? Non-alcoholic if there is."

"In a second."

"Can I get a martini?" Someone ask beside you. You glanced at them saw the familiar fluffy hair of brown to purple beside you.

"Are you... Alexis Ness from Bastard Munchen, by any chance?" The man beside you perks up upon hearing his name and turned to you with a nod and a kind grin.

"Yes and you're?"

"(Name) (last name). One of Blue lock's managers. It's nice to see you this evening, Mr.Ness."

"Please no need to call me Mister, just call me Ness and the pleasure is all mine.”

“Ness it is then. About that match with (club name), you did a good job out there.” You praise the player. You watched his match with (club name) a few weeks ago and was amazed at Ness’s clean assist and passes to a star player in his team.

“Really? I didn’t do all that much, it was all-”

“Why would you say that? Your assists were clean and quick. Not even the other players knew you would do it.” You interrupted Ness, and you meant every word you said. He looks at you in shock before red soon blossoms on his cheeks.

“You really think so?”

“Yea, although… I do have a tiny teeny problem…” Ness frowns upon hearing your last words. He had hoped he would gain a fan after all his hard work, but it seemed his efforts-

“That you didn’t score any goals!” Now that left him confused.

“E-excuse me?”

“You’re obviously a great player with amazing dribbling and passing skills, so why don’t you use it score your own goals? I mean, seriously, I hoped you would score that last goal before you passed to number 10.” You went on a little rant, and Ness stood there in awe with your words.

You weren’t focused with Kaiser but instead your attention was on Ness and even wanted him to score goals!

His heart started to beat even faster when you were praising his work and sets of skills. Ness looked up and got a good look at you, he had to admit, you were very beautiful in that dress.

“Kaiser is Bastard Munchen’s Ace so we dedicate all of the goals towards him.”

“But isn’t that letting your own skills go to waste? You’re hindering yourself just so that your number 10 can win. How about this?” You grabbed Ness by the arm and sat him on the stools, and you sat across him. Leaning towards his shoulder, you narrowed the distance of your lips to his ears. Ness’s heartbeat grew increasingly erratic as you drew closer. He felt your hot breath against the shell of his ear and smelled the perfume in your skin, blending with the champagne you were drinking.

“Your ace knows that you would be passing to him for every game, no?”

“Yes…”

“And I’m also sure that the rest of your team along with Mr.Noa would be aware of this fact. What I’m trying to say is that,”

“When trying to pass to your beloved Ace, change course and score the goal for yourself. I’m sure the opposing team would also know about your play style. Therefore, they would surround your ace to prevent a successful pass from approaching him.” You explained with a mischievous smile after seeing Ness’s shocked expression. Gone was his ear-to-ear grin as it was replaced with an open mouth.

“B-but Kaiser-”

“So what about him? He can score his own goals if he’s your so-called ace. Ness, you’re an amazing player, but you lack the independence of one or, rather… the ego of one. Omg… I’m starting to sound like Ego-San.” You pulled away from Ness and seriously contemplated your words. Ness, however, was silent as he let your words sink deep into his consciousness. You looked at Ness’s blank face, and yours swelled in embarrassment.

He probably didn’t understand your rambling. Even when you thought you sounded cool saying it!! You stood hastily after the bartender finally refilled your drink and cleared your throat.

“I probably wasn’t making any sense. This is more on Ego-San’s department. Forget I said anything, Ness-”

“No… I was hoping you could explain more about this ego. Please… I want to learn more about it, Ms.(name).” Ness took hold of your wrist and slightly tightened his grip on you. His tone… it sounded like he was begging you.

You stared at the B.M player with a conflicting mindset as you looked between your drink and Ness.

“So this is why my drink has been taking a long time. I didn’t know you were busy flirting with a girl, Ness.” A man purrs condescendingly as he struts towards you both. Ness reluctantly lets go of your wrist and looks shamefully to the side. “So-”

“And who is this lovely lady keeping you company, hm?” The man in front of you grinned at Ness. He had blond hair styled into a long mullet with blue fades. He wore a dark blue suit and matched it with a tie. Something was peeking from his collar, but you couldn’t determine what it was, probably a tattoo or something.

“(Name) (last name), one of the managers of Blue Lock, and I take it that you’re Kaiser?” His smile grows as his name rolls out from your tongue, and he takes your hand, fluttering his lips over your knuckles before he firmly presses his lips on your knuckles.

“Micheal Kaiser, das Fräulein. Star player of Bastard Munchen.” The Ace says matter-of-factly with a grin, and you smile at him uncomfortably, looking at the area where he kissed.

“Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew.” You repeated in your head as you tried to pull back your hand, but Kaiser gripped you as he incoherently conversed with Ness.

“I take it that you know Blue Lock’s Ace: Isagi Yoich? That plain looking guy.” Your lips turned into frowns hearing him describe your friend.

“Yes. Is there something you wanted to ask him?”

“Oh no, I was just making sure that you were his specific manager. After all, I would want him to look at your face once I humiliate him.”

“Excuse me?” You honestly expected Kaiser to be a prideful person. That was for sure. But for him to straight up admit his intentions in front of you? Now, that was a bold him.

“I think you heard me, (name). I plan to make Isagi Yoichi, the hero of Blue Lock, an obstacle for me to overcome. Make sure he’s worthy of that title.” Kaiser requested you like it was a normal thing to ask. As your glare towards him hardened, Kaiser couldn't care less. You slowly exhaled, placed your glass gently, and pushed yourself towards him.

“As you wish, I’ll make sure Isagi Yoichi will be an impossible obstacle for you to overcome.” Now it was his turn to be annoyed as he took his vacant hand and roughly grabbed your upper arm to pull you closer. His face was nearing yours with a cocky snarl.

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise, rather.”

“To think that Blue Lock would have such a feisty manager, I wonder how Jinpachi Ego leashed you.”

“Leashed me? Do you think I’m some kind of dog?!”

“Oh, I know! You’re the character who blindly placed her fate into the clown who thought of himself as the main character, but that’s going to change once I step into the field,” he removes his grip from your upper arm and clasps his hand around your jaw to pull your face even closer to his. You instinctively tried to tear away, but his strength proved greater than yours.

“I could just imagine what dear Isagi’s face will look like once I humiliate him in front of his pretty manager.”

“As if that would happen.” You rasped, trying to pry his hand away from your face. As Ness was about to intervene finally, Lorenzo came into sight, taking hold of Kaiser’s wrist with a deadly grip, his gold teeth shining against the light, and the Italian let out a whistle in amusement.

“Damn, Kaiser… never you would act like a dick if a girl don’t wanna be with ya.”

“Where did you come from, you damn zombie?”

“Wonderin’ where (name) was at, said she was goin’ to refill her drink. Didn’t know you were holding her hostage.” The two-star players glared at each other in disdain. Kaiser started to feel the blood being cut off from his hand and he rips away his grip from your face. You stepped back and massaged your jaw.

“Are you alright, (name)? I’m sorry I couldn’t-”

“It’s alright. I expected he act like this. Fucking prick.” You huffed, drinking your champagne as Ness looks ashamed.

“Honestly… I should’ve intervened when he grabbed you by the arm. I’m so sorry-”

“Ness, Ness, baby, love.” You sweet-talked and grabbed his jaw gently. (Unlike someone) “It’s alright, I get it. We all freeze sometimes, even I do. So you don’t gotta worry about it, okay?” You smiled. Expecting him to agree with you and let all of this be over with. He tentatively nodded, and you let go of his jaw before turning to the bartender. “Actually, can I get the bottle?”

Before the bartender could hand you the bottle, Lorenzo snatched it from him, took you the waist and led you away from the bar, making a mocking face at Kaiser.

“See ya in the field, naked emperor!” The Italian player laughs as he waves and pours you a drink. You turned to Ness and gave him a smile and wave, which he returned. You met Kaiser’s glare and returned it with a glare and a middle finger.

“Is he always so arrogant?”

“24/7, babe. 24/7.” Lorenzo sighs, patting your shoulder. “Hey, your lipstick… Kaiser must’ve smudged it.” He stares at the colored streak nearing your jaw. You placed your finger on it and saw the colored stain on your finger. You hissed at the sight and covered the lower half of your face.

“Damn that rat. Lorenzo, I’ll be back. Need to fix myself.”

“Sure, I’ll be on the couch!” He removed his arm, and you speed-walked through the crowd towards the hallway where the servers were going in and out. You swiftly dodged the waiters that’s were carrying snacks and drinks, you saw a waiter who seemed to be on break, seeing that she was on her phone.

“Excuse me, miss. Where’s the bathroom?” She looks up from her phone and points at the direction where to go.

“Second to the last door on the left.”

“Thanks.” And with that you immediately took off.

During the trip toward the bathroom, you recalled your rather eventful evening. A JFU member asking disgusting questions, Ego saving you, meeting Noel Noa, Chris Prince flirting with you, Lavinho laughing at Chris, Marc Snuffy appearing, Don Lorenzo whisking you away from the night, meeting Ness and getting harassed(?) by Micheal Kaiser.

And here you thought you would be the loner who escaped from the party to the safe haven that was the balcony. So much for that, at least. As you wiped the stain away, you were quick to reapply a new batch on your skin but before you exited the bathroom, you took a few photos of yourself for good measure and sent a few to your brother to let him decide which ones should you post as you were indecisive.

[You sent 15 photos]

You: which one of these do I look the prettiest?

Little demon: none

You: what if I tell Ma and pa?

Little demon: Your alrd pretty tho but for me 1 4 9 and 13 are the best ones

You: I know I’m pretty. I’ll be positing these soon after party

Little demon: don’t post. Dress is revealing. I can see your BOOBS

You: only a little :(

Little demon: what if I tell Ma and pa?

You: I hate you

Little demon reacted: 👍

You huffed seeing your younger brothers weak response and before you could text something back, you bumped into someone’s side.

“Sorry- (name)?” The man spoke, and you looked up to find the black French player in front of you wearing a suit paired with a bow tie. You lit up seeing the player and tucked away your phone to give him a big hug.

“Loki!! Oh my gosh, how’re you?”

“I’m fine. It’s good to see you again after a couple of weeks. Mr.Pablo has been bombarding me with texts asking for your socials. That man won’t give up.” He sighs as he pulls away from you, and you laugh.

“You might have you endure that for a little while longer, Loki dear.” He sighs again and you took him by the arm and dragged him down the hall.

“I heard we’ll be working together again. Good luck to us then.” Loki says, patting your hand before giving you a kind smile, which you return. The two of you reentered the ballroom and went your separate ways. Loki said he couldn’t leave his team alone as they would likely cause a scene without him there.

“I’ll see you at work, peace maker.”

“Have a fun evening, (name).” Then you went back to where Lorenzo was sitting, spending the rest of the evening with the Italian, joking, judging other people, talking about your respective counties and your experience with football.

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This only took me 3 weeks to finish what a record 🙏

I hope you guys enjoyed this long ass fanfic, this was originally gonna be like 2 parts but then I decided to publish this a whole rather than separate parts.

Reblogs are much appreciated!! I love you all I hope you guys have a great day!

-@chxxrybxxmb

FINALLY THE EXES HAVE INTERACTED

EGO MEETS HUMBLE

JINPACHI EGO X PHYSICAL THERAPIST! CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── established relationship, fluff, mild spoilers, fingering, teasing, overstimulation, dom! ego, sub! reader, squirting.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ egoist football athlete and the humble physical therapist.

it didn't start with i love yous' or the thing love at first sight.

the thought would randomly passed by as his blank gaze stares at the large screens in front of him. different statistics of players littering in the screen. improvement, he would say as he stares at those new egoists he created but still the thought lingers.

ego was 20. reaching the new heights of football along with noa. his brother-in-arms, they were like day and night and dominated football in their days. the media was crazy for them. although, noa was taking the limelight, he didn't mind. ego didn't need the lights. football was his life.

as an athlete, his overall health and skills were monitored and that job belongs to you. ego met you in one of the leagues sport's facility with the team he's currently playing for.

his own physical therapist.

coming to the room with your arms clutching the clipboard. wearing a plain shirt with dress pants showing casualness and professionalism. it was unlike for someone with your figure like you to be in a sports facility but you can never judge a book by it's cover.

the dark irises of him showing boredom in that room while you introduced yourself to him and ego gets a little annoyed by your humbleness. he wasn't used to that and he was given new perspective how different for it is to him and to you.

“ego-san. this is the new training regime and the diets i made especially for you. it strictly need to be followed for your overall health and to maintain the strength of your body. you'll be showing results in a week or so.” you briefly explained. handing him the list of trainings and the diets he need to follow and his eyes bore into yours.

“just doing my job.” you shrugged while he bleakly stares at you and he ignores you after that. “call me if you need clarifications or just follow ups, ego-san.” you say before walking away from him.

it took many times before you and ego could hold a decent conversation.

after that nasty collision with a player the thrice of his size and ego would be lying if that didn't hurt. football is a contact sport it was bound to happen.

“oh, that hurts.” you commented as you take a look at the bruise blooming in his arm and in his chest. “only needs an ice pack and some ointment and it's all good.” picking up the needed remedies for his bruises.

once the first aid was done and the the bruise has finished it's first stage of healing, a generous amount of ointment was spread to his chest and to his arm. making you lean closer to him. “that was great, ego-san. you know the final shot.”

ego raised his eyebrows at your comment. “you watchin'?” you look up to meet his eyes. “yep. i told you it's my job to watch you progress and keep up with your needs and i love the sport.”

“tell me if it hurts.” pressing your finger to the skin surrounding to his bruise. he didn't reply and you continued to massage the skin. stimulating blood flow to further speed up the healing.

ego hums. adjusting his eyeglasses. “you won't reach new heights in what you are now.”

“what?”

“you heard me. your humility won't get you nowhere. you're different from others. while they assert control in their patients you seem to hold back. i assume you are more than capable in this expertise of yours.” he bluntly said, the lenses in his eyeglasses glinting while he fixes them up.

you stare at him speechless before averting your gaze to him. damn that and it's kind of true. you were holding back. the wound seem to be better.

“i expect to be taken care of from the best.” putting his shirt back after you finished patching up.

“i'll put that in mind, ego-san.”

the rest was history.

you would be his personal therapist for the rest of his career days until he decided to quit or more like disappeared. he didn't tell you why he did that but you knew a man like ego have something more and he wouldn't quit like that out of the blue.

that feels like yesterday as jinpachi's thoughts flew by.

ego was 26. he decided to retire, still passionate about the sport he dedicated his whole life too and along with his retirement, he decided to make you his. the one who took care of him during his entire career and it's almost impossible to forget you. he's not the one for attachments and here he is, putting a ring in your finger. it was bliss. a pure bliss. there was nothing who could compare to you and in the first time. there's something, someone for him besides football.

“hi, jin.” followed by a kiss in his cheek. arms wrapped around in his shoulders and ego only looks at you at the sides. “boo, i should had been assigned to noel.” you teased, faking a pout and ego stares at you like you have done something atrocious in his career.

“oh jinpachi, i'm just kidding.” you say in between your giggles. recovering from that self-induced laughter, your face neutral and took notice of the control room you are in.

“are you sure it's fine for me to be here, jin?” you asked as you sat in the couch.

“yes, as stated in my contract in my free time/day offs i shall do whatever i please without interruptions and that includes you being here.” he answered, while crossing his legs in the swivel chair he was seated.

“oh okay.” standing up as the screen flares up with the stats of the boys who will be the next striker of the japanese team. “you've really roughed them up...” watching the various trainings and the matches he put them through and this was way much suited for ego. training the diamonds in the rough and finally you understand why ego decided to erase his existence in football.

cold, calculated and cruel. this is the ego jinpachi you knew. singlehandedly creating greatness and this is the fruit of his labors. blue lock is his legacy in the world of football.

you were like a child seeing snow for the first time and it was like the first time you were comfortable with him. he knew he isn't the best person to talk to and you were probably praying that you should have been with a another player to take care of but it is the opposite.

“that player reminds me of you, jin.”

“hmm?”

“this reminds me before you left soccer. i was so disappointed and sad? i'm your huge fan and i was shaking with nervousness when i was assigned to you and...”

this was new. ego didn't know you were rooting for him at that time for the reason you were too caught up with your duties and conditioning him and it did boost his ego when he finds out.

standing up, he went to approach you. casually replying to your idolizations of him.

“really? you're a fan of mine?” he whispers. cupping your soft jaw in his large, cold hands and you shiver. a huge devilish smile in his face when he sees your flustered expression in the reflections of the screen while he turned off the replays of the trainings and matches.

“yeah, a huuuuuge fan.” looking back at him.

he spun you around to face him. making you sit in the cold, hard top table, placing your palm in the edge to hold yourself.

ego chuckles at your playful answer at him. “are you still a fan of him even he's retired?”

“always.” you answered without a second thought. looking at him sincerely that it almost broke him but with a man with such huge ego. it can do a lot worse.

his thumb caressing your lower lip and your hand dusting off the imaginary stain in his black button up before you twist the straps of his bolo tie. experimentally tugging on it before he leans down to kiss you.

it started as a press before opening your mouth to permit him entrance and it was warm, wet and sloppy. the first kiss in months. the desperation and yearning evident on his lips, on his tongue. how it danced inside your mouth which you returned with the same want and rhythm. small whines of appreciation can be heard and ego deepens the kiss.

breathing become more intense, the more your tongues danced around, the more your heart seems to bit more.

reluctant to break the kiss, air was becoming the need. lips a little swollen and a string of saliva connecting to both of your lips. his dark irises blown with lust and yours a little hazy.

no words were spoken as you both stared. his hand creeping up under your flowy skirt. squeezing the supple flesh in your doughy thighs before parting your legs open.

his long, slender fingers ghosts over the skin in your inner thighs and rubbing the outline of your panties and ego smirks when he can feel it dampening at his touch. pushing your panties aside. his finger rubbing your lips before slowly inserting his index finger to your hole.

your jaw resting on his chest while you look up to him and ego watches in fascination when your face morphs into one of the pleasure when he inserted his finger into your hole.

your grip on his shirt tightening while he pumps his finger inside you, followed by another addition of his middle finger then pressing his fingers in your walls finding the spot that made you see stars and fuck, he did found it. a sadistic grin crossing in his lips when you moaned. it was like music he played on repeat and after many hears hearing it for the first time again.

your eyes getting glossy and ego licks his lips at the sight. continuing his torturous thrusts of his fingers inside you. the dexterity of his long, nimble fingers making wonders inside you. gaining the pleasure that ego deeply had fascination in.

his fingers dig in the flesh of your plush waist while you roll your hips meeting the rhythm of his fingers. thighs trembling and your abdomen clenching undoubtedly preparing you for the orgasm that ego will rip out from you.

“ah, ah.” ego warns. cups your chin in his hand that was previously digging in the flesh of your waist. “look at me when you cum.” he orders as you tried to hide your face in his shirt but not in his watch. you are not going to deny him of seeing you cum in his fingers.

how much did he missed it fucking you with his fingers. it's been so long and you wouldn't dare touching yourself with yours. a pathetic attempt of making yourself cum when your fingers couldn't reach the spots he can easily reach and ego prided himself on that.

with a curl of his fingers inside you, your orgasm breaks like a thin rope and it was your first in months. your hole sucking his fingers inside and the clear essence of your cum coating his.

“suck.” he commands and he smirks, watching you open your mouth obediently as you accommodate the long digits of his finger inside your mouth. he can feel your tongue swirling around before a slight hollowing of your cheeks indicating you sucking his fingers.

pulling his fingers out of your mouth, ego crashed his lips into yours. tongue fighting inside you as he tastes yourself with your mouth.

his hand intertwined with yours. his sight lingering on the wedding band similar to his with both of your initials were engraved under the ring. he got you pinned under him. your clothes nowhere to be seen as his nimble fingers easily pulled the straps of your top before tugging your skirt and throwing it in the unknown part of his messy room.

his black polo strewn along your clothing and his pants long discarded. now ready to take part of the long session of devouring you.

ego grunts as he slowly impaled you with his long, hard cock. your velvety walls engulfing him with such want and ego stares at your bashful expression. years had passed and still acting like it was your first dick. it was the many things he exploits in teasing you and you would be a babbling, cock-drunk mess in the next minutes.

it started with slow, deep thrusts. despite his lanky appearance, ego still possess the strength he have as a pro-athlete. what strength he use to kick the long shot of balls now dedicated in fucking you senseless.

watching as every part of you bounce and jiggles. your tummy folded while he pounded into you. your flesh spilling out in his fingers while he holds and squeeze the flesh while he goes deeper. hearing the sweet moans and those whines he longed to hear. followed by the cries of you begging him. it's always too much and he's giving it back for the days you exceeded in taking care of him.

licking and bites the expanse of the skin in your chest and makes you laugh a little cause it tickles.

your gaze are warm and comforting. like it always stares with such kindness and ego isn't a munch. always took pride in making you cry and still you remain that look in your eyes. he's mean, cruel and cold. that's why he's cold and only you who could melt that off.

his sight could be a bitch too during intimate moments. his glasses would slide off but you were there to put them back and it only make things hotter. seeing you in all glory of being naked with him. face contorts into cutest expressions.

a squeeze brought him back to his current position. even with that thinking of his, he still can feel you surrounding him and long he releases inside you. making sure you've milked him for all he's worth but he ain't stopping until you come for the umpteenth time.

you forgot how many times he made you come and your pussy starting to feel numb and then the unbelievable tightness of your cunt made you cry in panic.

“j-jin. i'm going to pee.” trying to get away from his inhumane pounding and he only grins. relishing in your panic state. holding your hips in a grip that bruises would bloom after this.

“do it.”

“noooo.”

but your body involuntarily did. spraying his pelvis with the clear liquid coming from you. soaking his dick and a devilish smirk would follow. continuing his thrusts. the obscene squelch of your shame resonating in the room and you know he wouldn't stop until he's satisfied.

sweat covered skins and his pale skin littered with scratch you almost feel guilty. it stings for sure but ego loves when it stings. been so long since he felt it and tomorrow he's going back to being a coach for this players.

misty eyes he sees and he can still see tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. recovering from the pleasure he had given to you.

“i brought you food, jin.” grimacing at the discarded cup noodles and plates of instant yakisoba in the sink.

“great.” he replies. standing up to pick up your clothes and helps you get dressed while his hands wanders all over your plump body.

ego jinpachi with an ego, the size of the whole football stadium could be a little humble when his wife is present.

DAY 2: HATE FUCKING ft. ego jinpachi

CONTENT WARNINGS. hints of breeding + angst + jealousy + possessive themes + hate fucking + slight degradation+ hints of babytrapping + slight degradation + established relationship

NOTES. this was born out of jealousy upon seeing ego and anri official sketch.

SYNOPSIS. he have the blue lock and you have a job being offered to you. it would be a great timing to pursue your own while he did his but being married to a controlling, possessive freak. it won't happen.

it wounds your silly little heart.

you were the wife but spends the littlest amount of time to your husband unlike his assistant/manager who were with him almost the whole time of the day or it could be the night.

the cons of being married to a obsessive freak. hmph! you laugh to yourself at your sulking like you were a child. you were only younger by a year to your husband and here you are acting inappropriately. good thing you're in the confine of your room that you should be sharing with your husband but instead he's in the blue lock facility he wanted. full of hormonal teenage boys and one busty, beautiful female assistant coach of his.

you're not the jealous type nor have the reason to be jealous to someone that your husband with all the time. strictly professional and jinpachi only have his eyes for football and the future of it for all of japan. you love his dedication for it, although it's beyond obsessive for him that sometimes you wonder if he had forgotten that he has a wife. a wife that waits for him at his home — who thinks about him all the time and who fantasize about him. it's been months and your friend who has taking the space of his. in the shape of a cock who have been your companion and brought you happiness than your husband could ever have.

you were starting to get delusional at this point. honeymoon phase was over and you're back to reality. you're praying to all the gods that when the next world cup happens, japan will emerge as the victor and hopefully, your husband will be back to you again. wishful thinking it was. you doubt that will happen. your husband being back to you. a world cup will surely fuel him more to strive more than he could ever be. so you stare blankly at the ceiling of your room before a random memory surfaces. giving your body a burst of energy and you were off finding what once your passion.

at the cold, hard walls of the blue lock facility surrounded with multiple monitors. ego stared at them blankly. reviewing the earlier footages of matches and brainstorming of what methods he should implement soon. the future of the japanese football rides in his shoulder. anri came earlier to get his notes for her to review and say some opinions about it.

glancing at the time and the date today, you should be calling him but instead nothing pops on the screen. perhaps you have forgotten it and he thinks he's being unfair about it. you were always the one who's making the efforts here to connect with him. your caller id pops in his screen and it took a few rings before you pick up.

there's the familiar giggles and is that a man's voice? he hears you saying goodbye to someone and there's a click of a key. your surroundings dimming after you turned off your laptop.

your face pops on the screen and judging from the position you were laying on your stomach. “hey, jin.” you call out to him, voice chirpy and he says his usual greeting to you. “how's everyone progress?” you ask, referring to the hundred of teenage boys who could be the next striker of japan. ego's best creation. “a few improvements and they would be good to face the u-20 team.” his voice stoic and his dark eyes unmoving. damn. your husband's really like this and sometimes it made you wonder that you loved this man.

you were about to say something when anri, your husband's assistant popped behind him. you try not to make it obvious to stare at her before returning your gaze at your husband. that ugly feeling creeping inside of you. jealousy sucks. you and jin had a brief talk before saying goodbye. “have a good night, jin.” a small smile in your lips and then you ended up the call. not waiting for his response cause it would be just that same expression of his. disinterested and stoic.

things are professional between them. you slap your forehead to stop thinking about them too but the thoughts worsen as the minutes passed by. they were like husband and wife there. sighing, there's nothing you can do about it. you look at the printed contract resting on your night table. it's probably the best to think something for yourself too.

you stack the tupperwares filled with meals that you have prepped that will last him for a good week. the meal wasn't elaborate or anything as you know that your husband isn't too fond of the diet he was forced to consume during his days as a pro. you made sure it was up to his tastes and surely he would eat and fill his stomach other than the instant yakisobas he was consuming. you frown at a thought upon looking at the food you had prepared. knowing that anri cooks for him at times. trying to coax him at eating more nutritious meals. you click your tongue in annoyance. you should be grateful that there's someone looking out for your husband when you can't but it hurts you that someone here is taking care of him.

“jin, can we talk?” you casually brought to him. leaning in the cold hard desk. he raises a eyebrow upon noticing the tone of your voice. “what is it?” his sight never leaving the multiple huge monitors where he reviews their every move and his mind running a thousand gears to plan whatever is suited for them. “i got a job offer.” you break the news to him. twisting your wedding ring out of nervousness at his possible reaction. it certainly caught his attention. noticing the change in his demeanor you continued. “noel called. he wants me to be the team's physiotherapist just like the days.”

if you weren't used to your husband's gaze, you would be cowering. avoiding his gaze like he was to kill you. “did you accept it?” the black of his eyes are darker than what it should be. filtered by the glass of his eyeglass. it doesn't make it less intense. “i turned it down but he said that i should think about it and honestly, i want to take the offer.”

“why?” his tone cold and he's now boring holes at you.

“cause i have a career?” you answer him unsure like you were second guessing but it's more of a sarcasm. before you married the man who is behind the blue lock project, you were a physiotherapist, renowned for your expertise at the field of rehabilitation medicine. after marrying him, you were put on hold. deciding you want to support him for the project he planned for years after retiring.

“you're not going overseas for that.” he reason. remaining seated to his chair and you were like put to a position similar to a child not being allowed to go outside. you scoff at him. visibly annoyed. “o-kay... but it certainly up to me.”

arguments is a rare occurrence for the both of you. common ground is where you both stand and this one surely is starting of a big fight that neither of you anticipated. his calculation wasn't on point at this one and one slip up could blow this whole thing up. his relationship with you.

“of course it's yours but what about me? you're fine leaving me.” it wasn't a question. it was a accusation from him to you. “of course not. do you think that i'll decide recklessly and be just fine with the result.” you defend yourself. “and besides it, you have blue lock. you're totally immersed on it and it wouldn't be selfish of me to pursue my own career. also, noel said that it would be the best for my skills.”

the sudden mention of his rival and once brother-in-arms brought the irritation that he had not felt for a long time. the thought of you being with noel doesn't leave a pleasant taste to his mouth. strange he may be to the emotional feelings of someone other than manipulating them at his own will. “it's the same. you're leaving me your husband for my ex-teammate.” his tone cold and it sends a chill down your spine but it soon melted at his accusatory tone.

“what the hell, jin. i'm not breaking up with you to be with noel. i'm being a therapist, my career to multiple athletes that needs my expertise.” he was pissing you off and you don't like being accused of. you understand where he's coming from. jin's controlling and he may say it or not, it was obvious that he was possessive of you which you are fine but this, him hindering you of pursuing a career of your own. he is crossing the line.

“you don't hear me bitching and complaining about this blue project of yours!” you snapped at him and it didn't even faze him. “i stopped my career to support you and don't you use it against me, that it's my decision cause it is! and would it kill you to support me!?” ego's eyes narrows at you. he's standing now due to your sudden outburst.

he holds your wrist in a tight grip that you can't even pry it from him. the black irises of his eyes are like swirling within. spirals of white and black that it looks like if you stare at it, you're going to be sucked and never return. “it won't.” his voice is sharp and there's something condescending in those. “i'm real grateful for it.” his lips curls up in a big grin. devilish as it can be. “the issue that i have is you flying to germany to take care of those athletes and noa. you're threading on dangerous waters here, my dear wife.”

“leaving me is a big deal and with noa, it's a another story. he's already my rival and he won't be when it comes to you. you're not going to accept noel's proposal and that's final.” he sternly stated and if you weren't fueled by your frustration at him, you could have given up and backed down but you're too riled up to listen to him.

“that's your problem with him and don't make it look like i'm starting a blatant affair with him and i'm so fucking polite to shove it to your face. i just want my career while you take care of your project with your little assistant who shares your ideals with!” oh, that was a little revelation of you being obvious to your jealousy towards anri, that poor girl but you can't help it. she was the subject of every man's wet dream and your husband is also a man who also had needs.

jealousy, it's new. ego wasn't even interested in the term jealousy. it was fickle emotion that promotes insecurity and here, your relationship and his are in a rough and rock hard place. both being controlled by this emotion and the not-so dirty laundry is being aired out. good, it can be cleared away.

he still got his iron grip on your wrist, yours grasping his shirt. none of you dared to break eye contact and if someone can see, it looks like you were both assessing each other up. finding the weakness that can be easily exploited.

the air is thick with tension and neither both of your are backing down. “do not control my life, jinpachi.” you snarl at him. his eyes darkens but there's a glint of challenge arises from them. “don't act like you know anything.” he bites back with more than tenacity. “then let me so i can fucking know it.”

ego have this talent for assessing someone base on their physical appearance. he knows you can be nurturing and caring not just because of your chosen career but the softness and roundness of your face. you could be also fierce and stubborn just to prove your point and this is the time that you aren't really backing down and it turns him to no end that you're showing this side of you.

the proximity isn't helping at all and for someone who loves the control, it flew the moment you were this close to him and without warning, his lips collided to yours. a small oomph. a little taken aback from the sudden initiation and it wasn't long before you're returning the kiss with much fervor.

his hand that holds your wrist pins it at your side. making it touch the cold and smooth texture of his desk. “fuck you, jin.” your managed to slip the words in-between kisses. you can feel him smirk in the kiss.

hot it is as it was messy when you're both started to engulf each other's mouth. welcoming each other's tongues and small moans slips by as his tongue invaded yours. exploring his territory and it's been long since you both kissed like this. the low growls coming from him and the small gasps from yours, it was unreal. you almost forgot that you two are capable of intimacy.

“don't be the impatient one, i'll thoroughly fuck you this time.” he pants before resuming to kiss you once again. catching your tongue with his lips and sucking it that you're gasping for air but you didn't really want to and he wouldn't allow you to.

he's grabbing the back of head to deepen the kiss that even you're digging your nails in his long and sinewy arms he didn't budge. fuck him being a pro-athlete that even with his thin and slender frame, you couldn't even do more damage than you wanted. proving it was futile your hands snake to where his buttons are. almost pulling them from how rough you're trying to unbutton them and pulling the bolo tie you have given to him when he started this project of his.

annoyed at your tugging, he took this change to yank it all on his own before you're stripping him. almost shredding his own clothing but you paid it no mind. you hate him right now and he hates you for being so stubborn.

that he doesn't care that welts are rising through your skin from pulling the vest and removing it, revealing the fullness of your breast. his large hand went to cup one of them. pinching at the hardened bud perking up from the stimulation he was giving. He was also unforgiving from the way he tugs and twisting it. “fucker.” you mutter under your breath. his other hand were on your stomach to squeeze the fat of your belly. further pushing you to his desk before slotting his body between your thighs. he was hard from the way his cock is making an indent to his boxers. his slacks already thrown away and yours was already close to being ripped along with your panties.

“it isn't a big deal, jin. i've been wanting to get back in my career and you're being an asshole about it.” an involuntary moan plus hiss escaping your lips as he bit on the part where your pulse is located on your neck. “if i had known you're going to be an asshole about my career, i shouldn't have married you.” of course you didn't mean it. it's the heat of the moment and you were really angry at him. however it was too late to take it back when ego's eyes are being casted by a dark shadow. pausing at whatever he was doing to you and forcefully grabbed your soft jaw. forcing you to look at him. ego remained silent, letting his dark gaze speak to you and then he snapped.

the size between yours and ego was not the problem for him to manhandle you and manipulate you in his will. sometimes you forgot that he has this strength that leaves you begging for him at days until you cried. his lanky stature and the looks that he can be easily broken by someone bigger than him puts the look can be deceiving quote proves it right. he isn't weak from how he looks and he sure did put you in the place he deemed right. you were just almost being fucked in his desk and now, you're on the floor with him above you.

the air is being repeatedly knocked out of you. your thick legs aren't strong as they got easily lifted by him with only a hand. pressing it as far it can to your chest. the fat in your belly are like rolls from being folded. “shouldn't have married me? you're too late for it or are you that desperate to leave me that you'll go such lengths. stirring trouble with my assistant...” his voice low and he wasn't breaking a sweat from moving his hips to assault your fat pussy with his cock.

“i-i....” you want to speak but from the way he's pounding to you. hitting that soft spot inside your pussy doesn't allowed you to speak in a complete manner. noticing that you want to speak he gave what little mercy. slowing his thrusts to you. “let's hear what you're going to say...” he darkly chuckles at you.

glaring at him, you managed to get air and spoke, “i admit i was jealous but i'm not going to ruin this marriage, our marriage. all i want is a career. a job where i'm needed. admit it or not, you're just scared of me being with noa.” you reasoned out to him but ego was having none of it. he got back to his fast pace of destroying your pussy. “scared?” he cocks his head to the side licking his lips. staring down at you. “there's no reason for me to be scared when i won't let you leave for him. you're mine. no other man will touch you besides me.” a sadistic smile in his face and you hate him for it. he's totally mad about you.

“i fucking hate you.” you say but you responds to his very touch. moaning when he touches you and gasps when he kisses you and for once, you really want to accept his reasonings and give in. you were also getting close. damn ego and his cock. he's making up all the time of the months he hasn't been close to you. it almost feels like he's trying to knock you up. you squirmed at the realization. he can't do that to you and it was too late for you. it was already his plan a few minutes ago.

“don't you dare fucking come inside me, ego.” you harshly snapped at him. the threat wasn't anything for him to be afraid and he took it as a way to annoy you. “or what? not your safe day, eh? i'm going to knock you up with my brat out of spite that you won't even think about leaving me.” a smirk blooming in his face as he snaps his hips much faster that you can only whine and scrape your nails in his back in retaliation. he hisses at the sting of your nails. the open wound being covered with his sweat. the sudden tightness of your fat pussy is driving him to the edge.

“don't you dare!” you warn him but your pussy involuntarily wraps around his cock tighter like your body is telling you that it wants him. he paid it no mind as your orgasm came bursting his own following. ensuring his cock is buried to the hilt as he released his cum. his cock pumping you of his potent seed.

he stays inside you for a few minutes until you two have calmed to your highs. “i really fucking hate you.” your eyes teary as you angrily glares at him in which your husband just smirks at you. “i know but it's fine that you're staying here with me. the right place you belong, mrs. ego.” that statement made you hate him more.

it looks like noel noa isn't going to get an answer from you soon.

Yall acc like ego LIKE NOT AS A JOKE 🙁🙁🙁

HE SO FUCKINH UGLYLYYLYLLYYYY😭😭😭😭

🤓☝️ looking bowl cut lanky ass

Reminder that anri is closer in age to RIN then to ego 😭😭😭