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i can write subby or dom reader, goes both ways. 🥰
my writing is inconsistent, i could write fluff, dark, or smut.
everyone is implied aged up.
my reader will always be female, afab.
im sorry to say this but i will only write mlw and no trans because i doubt my ability to write them good so sorry.
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Genshin Impact: (genshin ones r a bit outdated and cringe 😔)
multiple characters:
feather play smut
scaramouche:
good girl smut
needy smut
jealousy smut
purity smut
kazuha:
only mines yandere themes, lil smut in mid
curves smut
did you cum yet? smut
xiao:
you thought? smut
albedo:
behave for me, will you?
Blue Lock:
doctors note. part 1
cute/funny moments with the boys
eating their asses out.
twt porn links.
isagi yoichi:
riding him as he tries to get you off
use your thighs baby.
baby please let me.
nagi seishiro:
double whammy.
my sugar baby
two better than one.
its not that deep
dry hump
big brother nagi using his little sister as a girlfriend.
☆ VILLAINESS IS STRESSED BECAUSE SHE'S MARRIED TO AN ASSHOLE!
— a bllk fanfic // you have to marry the worst character in your favourite webtoon.
synopsis: you got reincarnated as a villainess from your favourite webtoon and had to marry the bratty, asshole-y prince, rin itoshi!
pairing: villainess!reader x prince!rin itoshi [aged up]
wc: 12.8k (oh brother, I HAD NO IDEA)
cw: NOT PROOFREAD. rin is an asshole but so is the reader. constant bickering. constant disrespect. mutual understanding at some point? nsfw includes: inexperienced!rin. rin gets easily flustered. cunn*lingus. bl*wjob. org*sms (m and f). "teaching sex." pen*tration. r*w. cre*mpie. they're both emotionally constipated, going tit for tat really. that's all ig :p
old m.list. | new m.list.
"OH MY GOD—!!" you grinned to yourself, kicking your feet up your bed and giggling to yourself like a maniac as you read on the latest chapter of your favourite webtoon. the main female lead of the webtoon had passed all hurdles set by the villainess to finally marry the older itoshi prince — prince sae itoshi! oh god, you had been waiting for this for so, so long!
you sighed and put your phone to the side. blinking up at your uneventful white ceiling, you groaned and raked your palms over your face. "god. wouldn't it be great to marry a guy like prince sae?"
even if your statement sounded pathetic, you couldn't help but wish for it to be true. calm, cool, collected — the holy trinity that made prince sae so charming! you could only dream of a man like him. there was no man on the mortal realm that could even compare close to sae. you couldn't possibly find someone like him here. oh, how you hated not being able to go inside the story!
but... not having someone like prince sae in this world, also meant that there existed nobody like prince rin — sae's younger brother. gosh, you haaaated that motherfucker! snobby, annoying fucker! every time he came in a chapter, you skipped along and prayed that it wasn't important for the plot. he was just the worst of the worst — selfish, condescending, and with the charm of a shellfish! thank god, prince rin was going to end up marrying the villainess! they deserved each-other.
a soft chime from your phone broke your train of thought. you cocked your head to the side, realizing that you had been daydreaming of a world that didn't exist. well, it doesn't harm to dream, right? it's not like you'd be able to go into that webtoon, hah!
━━━━☆⭒
when you woke up from your night's sleep, you were grumpy enough. a new day brought about more responsibilities that you had to meet as a half-failing adult — job, bills, taxes. so, you were surprised to open your bleary vision to a royally decorated room.
under you, there lay a plush mattress and the nightgown adorning your body was silken smooth. you sat up and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. you cocked your head around and found more things — a vintage dresser, a humongous window overlooking the kingdom and crown molding ceilings. realization set in, you were in one of the many rooms of the royal palace from your favourite webtoon! hah, you were dreaming!
you believed it was called lucid dreaming — wherein a person could control their dreams. while you had heard of the concept in passing, you didn't realize you were a master of it! because there's no way you have lucid dreamed yourself into being in your favourite webtoon. that was hysterical! you yawned and laid back down on the plush mattress, half impressed with your own subconscious. if you had walked yourself into this weird dream, you could simply walk yourself out! lucid dreaming was just that after all — dreaming.
the doors opened with a grunt and someone sauntered in. her high-pitched voice greeted you, "MISS! WAKE UP! TODAY IS A RATHER IMPORTANT DAY! IT IS YOUR AND PRINCE RIN'S ENGAGEMENT!"
you snickered, still half-asleep, "yeah. as if i'd marry a bum like him."
the woman didn't seem to hear you, still adamant on waking you up. "MISS!"
"go away." you groaned, pulling one of the many feather-filled pillows over your face, "i wanna sleep."
the pillow was yanked off of you, and you opened your vision to the... the villainess' lady-in-waiting?! her character design... seemed so real. what the fuck was this dream?! it was starting to piss you off now. and guess what, you weren't even the main character! you were the villainess?!
you yanked the pillow back from the young lady with narrowed eyes, "go away! i am trying to sleep here." you grumbled to yourself, "how do you stop this fucking dream?"
your lady-in-waiting yanked the pillow back. in her eyes, you saw concern. she pursed her lips, "i understand that you're upset with what has transpired, miss. it is rather unfortunate that prince sae is marrying that village whore! but..." your lady-in-waiting whispered, "marrying prince rin is a perfect opportunity to get closer with prince sae! see the silver lining, i beg you! it's only the engagement now, you shall win over prince sae before your marriage is official!"
you blinked — once, twice. then, you furrowed your brows. "are you high?"
your lady-in-waiting furrowed her brows as well, "pardon?"
"nothing." you sighed, giving up. clearly, you were mistaken! you were no master of lucid dreaming! although you had gotten yourself into this mess, there was no way you could walk yourself out! so, now, you had to go along with it. you had to wait it out till your alarm rang and pulled you out of this faux reality and into one where you were a corporate slave.
"up, up!" your lady cheered and you sat up begrudgingly. she led you through the motions of the morning — the expensive bath, the even more expensive dresses and jewels. slowly, you realized that this was probably not a bad dream to be in. out of all you could have chosen, this reality was definitely the best choice!
well... that was until the evening came. by the time the sun set, two things became glaringly obvious:
1. you were NOT dreaming. either you were dead, or you had done what had never been done before — entered into this webtoon!
2. this meant that you were to marry prince rin itoshi — that hot-headed, teal-eyed freak whom you hated dearly! you couldn't even skip him in real life.
you couldn't skip him as he crossed his arms over his sculpted chest and grumbled, "what is it that you want?"
now, you inhaled slowly, standing toe to toe in front of the raven-headed, younger prince in a balcony. a gentle waltz played from inside the grand ceremony hall, punctuated by the laughs of high nobility. the engagement ceremony was about to begin, and you had pulled the younger prince out into the balcony to have a word with him.
"say it." the way he said it — all resigned, and high-and-mighty made your jaw clench. you swallowed down your irritation and replied coolly, "i do not wish to marry you."
"huh?" he cocked a brow, tightening his crossed arms across his broad chest. "was it not your father who had begged my father for this arrangement just a few days prior?"
you swallowed down your anger again. "yes. it was. but now, i do not wish to marry you. so, call it off. mkay?"
first off, you were stuck in your favourite webtoon! second, now that you were here, you were to marry him?! rin itoshi?! unbelievable! this can't do! if you were stuck here, then you wanted to be with sae, not rin!
but to your surprise, rin itoshi laughed. he laughed, "what?"
you furrowed your brows, "what do you mean 'what?'"
"I cannot call off the wedding." he stated calmly. you took a step forward daringly. your eyes met his. mustering up all your frustration in one single threat, you spit out. "listen. if you marry me, I will make your life hell."
"tch. so very scary." he rolled his teal eyes and the high nobility laughed from far off. somehow, their faded laughter made it feel like they were laughing at you, as if this was some grand cosmic joke and you were the butt of it! everyone was pissing you off here!
you fisted your palms and leaned towards him, "i mean it. hell."
rin scanned your face for a second. when he spoke, he sounded clear, "you fancy my brother."
"that does not matter." you replied back, "all i know is that I don't fancy you." and that was the truth!
you saw rin's jaw settle into a gritted stance. when he parted his lips, a scoff made its way out. "had you just said yes, maybe I would have considered calling off this marriage. i do not wish to compete with my brother over my wife-to-be." he paused, his eyes narrowed. "however, with your current... well, demeanor. i have no interest in abiding by your whims."
your eyes widened, "what are you saying?"
"i shan't call off the marriage."
"but—"
rin stepped closer. his breath fanned over your face. "and far as you're concerned with making my life hell. try. i wish to see just what you find yourself capable of."
if it weren't for the hatred burning in your chest, perhaps you would have faltered at this closeness. but with that statement, the younger prince turned around and went back into that wretched hall which, no doubt, awaited your demise.
that night you were engaged to your biggest nightmare - rin fucking itoshi.
━━━━☆⭒
three days later.
"the prince and the princess to be shall now give us a speech!" the rather jolly man nodded into the mic, looking over the generous crowd of commonfolk that had collected in the gardens down below. you and rin glared at them, almost mad at them for turning up for your humiliation.
rin took to the mic. clearing his throat, he leaned into it. "as you know, our marriage stands just a month apart. our families look forward to the union and I..." the crowd awaited something juicy. he gave them nothing. he shrugged, monotonous. "i'm very elated. i look forward to this part of my life. thank you."
next up, you took the mic. you gave your husband-to-be a fleeting, nasty side-glance, "thank you, prince itoshi for those riveting words. i can hear just how elated you are."
rin narrowed his eyes but didn't say a word.
you addressed the crowd and smiled. nobody smiled back. you recalled how the villainess had humiliated the FMC a few chapters back, but it had blown up in her face because sae defended the FMC in front of everyone else. right... you forgot you were the villainess.
you swallowed and nodded, "hey-? i mean hello...? hello, fellow people." wincing, you ignored the way rin scoffed in the background at your failed attempt of communication. clearing your throat, you instead smiled at the crowd. if you couldn't change your fate to marry sae, then the least you could do was stop being a villainess in everyone's eyes! if you were stuck here, you'd atleast want to be liked!
you sighed, "i understand that my actions in the previous chapt-err, days... yes, days. my behavior in the past few days has been questionable. i deeply apologize for it. i never wanted to make a spectacle, nor did i mean to humiliate anyone. i hope everyone finds in their hearts to forgive me. i apologize, truly." nobody clapped, but you saw their faces soften. you continued, "i also wanted to thank prince itoshi to give me this opportunity to fix the mess i've created. i look forward to our marriage. thank you."
one person clapped, then two. by the time you bowed, atleast ten people had given you their support out of a group of hundred.
you and rin waved and walked in through the gigantic doors of the balcony into the corridors of the castle.
you addressed rin once, "good day."
and with that, you turned on your heel and made way towards your chamber. your lady-in-waiting trailed after you. you didn't intent to talk to rin. the less you talked to him, the better! he couldn't piss you off if you didn't entertain him! this was basically the real life version of skipping his chapters.
but before you could progress far, you heard rin speak from behind. "who knocked sense into you? was it this maid of yours?"
you turned around and glared. "what?"
"that speech..." he paused, averting his gaze from yours for just a fraction of the second. then, his eyes were back on yours — sharp and jaded. "you know, for a second i actually believed you. i believed that you actually felt guilty for how you humiliated her that day... sae's bride-to-be."
"i am guilty—" you began but rin cut it short with a scoff, "yeah? the last I knew, you were trying to steal her husband. doesn't sound like you're too guilty."
your nostrils flared! sure, yes. the original villainess in the story wanted to break the FMC and sae apart, but not you! you were more than happy wearing extravagant dresses and eating delicious food while having to do no work. you took a step forward and grunted, "that's not true. i do not have any interest in prince sae. i wish them nothing but a happy, fruitful life."
"hm?" there it was! that cocky, annoying tone of his! rin rolled his eyes, "how peculiar, this change of heart of yours. how wonderful."
how could he hurl those accusations at you! you crossed your arms and stressed the words. "yes, indeed. my benevolence is one of my greatest virtues."
"hah, evidently so." he followed up by crossing his arms as well. "but you do not wish to marry me. what is that to suggest, if not the fact that you do indeed fancy my older brother."
"that is irrelevant!" you snapped. "i do not fancy you, yes! but your brother comes nowhere in the equation! you're just a cunt—!"
rin's eyebrows furrowed and you realized that you had just called the royal prince, the royal HIGHNESS a... a 'cunt'. oh, fuck man. you were totally gonna get executed! they were gonna guillotine you like you were one of those french, rich fucks! fuck, fuck, fuck.
you awaited thundering, a brutal death sentence, anything! instead, rin brushed past you and moved forward. his knight, sir isagi followed after him. before he could go very far, though, he said, "good day to you, too." and stormed off.
you looked to your lady-in-waiting, "is he going to execute me?"
she gave you a confuddled look, "what's a cunt...?"
OH RIGHT! cunt was possibly not a commonly used word in the mediaeval period! rin probably doesn't even know it's a bad thing! oh thank god! you shook your head, "nothing! uh, can i have some tea?"
"sure!"
"and uh, can you put generous amount of honey in it?"
"sure!"
━━━━☆⭒
a week later.
"hold my hand with one of yours. tighter. yes. and now another one of my shoulder. correct." rin breathed in, dictating your moves as the two of you waltzed in the ballroom. the crowd watched as the two of glided on the marble floor — or well, attempted to glide as you kept stepping on rin's foot for the third time in the last seven minutes.
"tch." his brows furrowed, he bit down his lower lip in an effort to not groan in pain. he tightened his jaw and grit out. "were you not educated on ballroom etiquettes?"
you didn't know ballroom dancing, you didn't even know the 'b' of ballroom dancing. for all you knew, it just looked pretty in videos! but here you were, being forced to dance with this headache of a man. the king had arranged a feast, inviting commonsfolk to come see you and prince rin. your lady-in-waiting had told you how it was to make the two of you seem more pleasing, more grounded and approachable. you weren't sure how well that plan was working as you and rin bit jabs and barks at each other while dancing.
"i—" you wanted to snap back, but you remembered your own strategy. the less you engaged with him, the less he could piss you off. so, you pursed your lips and nodded, "you're right. i am sorry. let me follow in your command."
but instead of him snapping out of his high-and-mighty attitude, your answer just spurred him on. he nodded, pleased. "indeed. you should do as i say, perhaps then you would not wreck havoc with every second move like an oaf."
oaf?! oh, that great toad! how fucking dare he?! being nice to him was pointless. he was like an abysmal void of negativity, who sucked out any goodness in your heart! all he deserved were crude words and actions and getting skipped.
you stepped on his left feet again, this time on purpose. you smiled, pleased yourself, "oh, apologies. i do move like an oaf, it seems."
he gritted out, "i do not see a sensible reason to marry a woman of your kind."
you grinned, all cashmere, "then, please, lord! call off this marriage."
he scoffed, his teal eyes narrowing in focus, "i shan't. i shan't give you what you want."
"fine." you stepped on his right feet this time, and he narrowly avoided getting stepped on by pulling his feet out in time. he hissed, "cease that. now."
"cease this marriage!"
"i shan't." he whispered.
you whispered back, "then deal with a lifetime of me stepping on your foot, aha!"
he grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, and you were sure you just got cursed in medieval english. well, whatever. not like you cared what he thought of you anyways! he was such a cu—
"cunt." he gritted and you snapped your eyes to his. he was pretty, had it not been for his abysmal attitude, he looked similar to his brother sae. they were both beautiful. you snapped, "what?"
"you named me that word a few nights over."
"i-" your lips opened and closed. if you apologized now, it would seem like you had said something insulting to him, which might get your killed. so, instead, you nodded, "yes, i did. what about it?"
"i..." he breathed out, holding his head higher as he twirled you around in time with the music. "nothing. oaf."
━━━━☆⭒
another week later.
"you... you see..." your lady-in-waiting started slowly, trailing after you as the two of you made your way through the moonlit corridors. "can i be candid...?"
you glanced back and nodded with a smile. she swallowed at your gesture and lowered her gaze, "you seem to be different now, miss."
"huh?" you laughed, "in a good way or—?"
she cut you off, quick and shaken, "yes! g-good way. i mean, you don't seem to be as preoccupied with prince sae and... and you never used to be the kind to willingly go to the library at such late hours of the night, unless it was for a scheme against that wretched woman." she said, referencing the FMC.
"ah..." you breathed in, shrugging, "well, change happens when you least expect it."
truth was, you had begrudingly come to terms that perhaps, you were to be stuck here forever, and if you were going to be the villainess, you needed everyone to stop hating you so much. so you had started being nicer, even making an attempt to reconcile with the FMC. and as for the library, lazing about had been ruined for you after two weeks of doing just that. you were growing bored, so you decided to read something instead. there was no other mode of entertainment here, anyway. not unless you considered the jester, and you didn't consider him a funny man.
you approached the library and the guards pulled the open the door to let you in. once inside, you marveled at the sheer size of the room. you had never come in here, only having seen the setting from the one chapter where sae and FMC met here for their first kiss.
stepping in, you swerved your head around to take in the intricate wooden shelves upon shelves upon shelves that stood from the floor to the ceiling. and the ceiling itself had a circular glass opening in the middle, allowing for the moonlight to pour straight in. your eyes took in the place in wonder, "wow."
"leave me alone, would you?" you heard the irritating, grating sound of rin's voice. snapping your head back, you came face to face with him. as per custom, you bowed, "prince rin."
"what are you doing here?" he asked, cold and shrewd. you picked yourself up and nodded to the vast expanse of books, "searching for a book."
"didn't think you fancied those."
"didn't think you did either, and yet, the two of us stand here."
"it is quite late." he quipped and you smiled, humorless, "it is the same time for you as it is for me, lord."
he pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as if he didn't quite know how to answer you. in his hand, he held a leatherbound, heavy book. you looked at the book and then to him. neither of you said anything, standing in utter, cold silence, shrinking down between the tall shelves of the library.
finally sighing, he nodded, "very well. goodnight."
the man took a step forward, quick to cross you by and leave when you turned around and caught yourself speaking, "that seems like it's... heavy." as soon as the words were out of your system, you were wincing and pretending like you hadn't said them. i mean, why in god's name would you care to make conversation with that pig-headed man?!
"pardon?" he turned back around, tilting his head to the side. his inky hair fell to the side, his teal eyes shining in the dark. he seemed... almost human like this, no longer the insolent fool that irked you. your words faltered at his expression, "u-uh... the book." you said rather quietly, "...seems heavy."
he looked from you to the book, then back at you. perhaps, you had imagined it but his voice came out softer, "it's not that bad."
and almost instinctively, you couldn't resist asking, "what is it about?"
prince rin itoshi — unnerving, condescending, with his holier-than-thou attitute — blinked slowly. he brought his free hand to his neck, scratching as if it'll make the silence less awkward. at the shift in his demeanor, you immediately raised your arms in surrender, eyes widening to the size of saturn, "you do not have to answer if you do not wish to—"
"it's... about a game." you saw him start and promptly shut up. "it's about this chinese... game. cuju. there's a spherical object, usually a rock or something stuffed inside animal hide and people kick it around—" he stopped, "nothing. it's rather boring."
"does it interest you? this game?"
he paused again, as if your question was something he couldn't anticipate. he shrugged, "i suppose. the only games we are allowed as royalty are... rather bleak and boring."
"i s'pose i understand. ugh. this entire place is bleak and boring." you sighed, already missing the comfort of your manga and other forms of media. it surely concerned you, how your dopamine release was so closely connected to your weekly release of manga chapters but well, you missed them dearly.
at your genuine words, rin laughed — something short and airy, that didn't last long. but it lasted long enough to make your eyes widen and jaw fall agape. rin itoshi never laughed! never as much as smiled! it was a running gag in the manga that he was physically incapable of smiling. which was such a shame because... because he was so pretty when he smiled.
"i'm glad someone agrees with me." he admitted, "most people... they cannot look past the tea parties and the grand estates."
"uh, right." you pursed your lips, still unrecovered from his previous action. you nodded, bowing again, "goodnight, then."
you expected to hear the soft pitter-patter of his feet carrying him away, but instead, you raised your head to him still standing there. he spoke softly, as if surprised at the fact that he was still standing there, "what are you here in the search for?"
honestly, some BL would be good right now. but you assumed they didn't have any in here. something something ancient times, something something homophobia. but you were willing to settle for any kind of romance or drama.
pink tainted your cheek, you already assumed that if you confessed about wanting to read romance, he would call you an oaf and make a quip about women only wanting to read those genres. but eitherways, you bit your lip and admitted, "perhaps, some romance?"
"oh." he paused and you expected some sort of a jab. but none came. instead, you swear his pale cheeks reddened. he nodded, "do you like to read those...?"
you saved yourself the humiliation by cutting in, "yes. it's..." you sighed. "i presume, it is rather nice to read something sweet and fictional, for i have abandoned any hope for romance in the real world."
you laughed, thinking rin would too, thinking you would catch a sight of his smile again like a man starved aching for the last morsel of rice.
instead, his lips pulled themselves into something that resembled a pout, "that is not a very nice thing to admit to your husband-to-be."
your cheeks heated, and you weren't sure whether it was from the jab itself or the fact that this was the longest you two had gone without hurling insults at each-other and perhaps, that peaceful time was about to come to a halt. "oh? sor— apologies."
the pout melted away, as he chose to pull his full lips into a faint smile. "but then again, you did warn me of how much you do not fancy me."
you bunched your brows. did this asshole forget how he usually acted? it was impossible for you to harbor any hopes of romance from him. so, you bit back, retorting to your usual. "you do not fancy me either!"
"when did i ever utter those words?"
perhaps it was too late at night, or perhaps you were going insane here from all the teas and the puddings. what did he say?!
he continued, "but perhaps, you are right. romance is pretty hopeless. it has rendered my brother rather useless. all he cares about, day or night, is her. it's getting rather ridiculous to see."
well, cultured women reading the manga called sae "goals", not a useless man. but ofcourse, how would a hater like rin ever understand that!
you huffed, "well, if you were to ever love somebody, then you would perhaps understand your brother. his wife-to-be is a lucky woman. most yearn to find a man who loves them so." you shrugged, "it can't be helped if your heart is made of stone, prince."
his lips twitched into a smile, "perhaps. perhaps not. i hope you find a book that catches your interest. fair night to you."
and before you could say anything, he was already moving to the door and walking out. you watched as the door shut behind him, silence engulfing your frame.
"that was longest you and prince rin have gone without arguing! how wonderful!" your lady-in-waiting chirped. you jolted at her voice, for you had almost forgotten she was even standing there. you turned around to face her and gave her a awkward grin, "y-yes. how... wonderful, indeed. could you lead me to the romance section, please?"
"of course! follow me."
━━━━☆⭒
three days later.
"you, again." and though his words were the kind you hated, rin didn't have his usual condescending tone as he crossed paths with you, late night at the library. you hadn't expected to run into him, thinking that coincidences like that happened only once a lifetime in such an humongous palace but seems like fate had other plans.
you bowed, more out of habit than respect, "prince rin."
"finished reading your book already?" he cocked an eyebrow as you straightened your back, "indeed."
"did it light the dying embers of romance in your heart?"
a sly smile tugged at the ends of your lips, "positively, yes."
"hm?" he nodded, solemn, "how wonderful."
"and how far along are you with your book?" you asked next, exchanging pleasant commentary before it turned sour. "cuju...? that was it, right?"
his eyes widened, if only slightly, as if he didn't expect you to remember that name. his lips parted and he cleared his throat, looking to the ground, "yes. intriguing. it was very informative."
"are you here for another book?"
he nodded, "as are you, i presume."
"hm." you nodded, "i have plenty of idle time here." shrugging, you looked around, "what are you looking for, another book on the nature of games?"
"that..." he paused for a second, shying his attention from your face to his hand. he brought his hand up and twisted the ring that sat on his ring finger, the one that you had adorned him with almost three weeks prior. "would you... do you think i should..." he cleared his throat, bringing his gaze back to yours, "i was wondering if i should read the book you had picked last time."
you stilled, "the... romance...?"
he stiffened, again shifting his gaze from you to the tallest shelves that kissed the ceiling, "yes, i pondered about what... you said..." he sighed, miserably settling on a sentence, "you accused of my heart being stone and i wondered if that book would be enough to move me."
you had just begun to grin, begun to think about teasing him when he cut himself off with a loud interjection, "well, i- i am not going to." he stuttered as his eartips turned pink, "it was just a thought. a thought i have long abandoned."
well, perhaps that was for the best. the book contained some... rather spicy scenes. you were no historian, so you didn't expect the vivid descriptions of phalluses and wet caverns to grace the pages but they had! turns out, humans have been freaky from the dawn of time. you surely didn't want the prince to think of you like that! he didn't seem like the man who could handle that information well.
you smiled, "well, that is to your judgement, prince. as you deem fit."
"hm. fair night."
"fair night to you as well."
after that, you didn't have a lasting conversation with rin itoshi, not until the night before your wedding. not until he punched someone for you.
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ten days later.
your eyes widened, jaw falling agape as a soft sound escaped you. you didn't know who to look at — your husband-to-be who was heaving and clutching his knuckle or the nobleman on the ground with a bleeding lip.
it was supposed to be a celebratory night, a night where the high nobility and guests from nearby kingdoms mingled to celebrate your wedding to come. you had been informed that the feast was more a diplomatic evening, to familiarize yourself with the neighbouring kingdom's nobility than it was to celebrate your and rin's marriage the next day. you had obliged and turned up, not like you had a choice.
everything had been going swimmingly. the waltz was gentle and enough to lull you in sleep if you let it, the chandliers glimmered and glinted, the champagne in your hand was bubbly and delectable, all was good. all was good. until rin itoshi punched a man and watched him fall to the ground with no remorse.
"RIN—?" his father echoed, quick to move to the scene and help the man up. with the urgency in your to-be father in law's step, you assumed the man was important. you wanted to step in, wanted to take his hand in your own and inspect the bruises but before you could even take a step forward, rin was being escorted off by his personal knight. as he made his way out of the dining hall, he gave you a look — something hard to decipher.
rin wasn't a violent man. crude, cruel and unlikeable? yes. but not violent. you assumed he had good reason to hit the man, and in due time you came to know of it.
at night, when you had changed out of your expensive party gown and into an expensive night gown, your lady-in-waiting approached you with careful step.
"i found out why prince rin hit that man today." she started off slowly.
instantly, you asked, "why?"
"apparently, the man had..." she stopped, as if choosing her next words carefully. "this is just what i heard but... apparently, the man had make snide remarks about your character, calling you names. the younger prince lost his temper and... well, that." yeah that: a old, fat, bald man with a bruised, bleeding lip on the ground.
instead of feeling warmth blossom into your chest at the idea of him saving you, you laughed instead. your lady-in-waiting blinked, surprised as you clutched your chest and laughed, "surely, you have gotten the wrong idea. who told you of this?"
prince rin itoshi wouldn't even hurt a fly for you, much less a man of much court ranking.
your lady-in-waiting bit her lip, "a friend of mine works in the infirmary, she overheard the officials recount the event and informed me."
you waved your hand, "this is all bullshit—!"
"bullshit...?"
"it's pointless." you argued, "i am sure somebody made this up to make the story seem more interesting. to make us seem more interesting. he would never hit a man for me." because rin itoshi wasn't this stupid. hell, he wasn't this... this lovestruck. he could never! and you refused to believe it, even with your wedding the very next day.
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the next night.
"will... will they stand outside?" you stuttered, looking at the humongous door that led out of rin's chambers.
his chambers had been decorated, with flowers and candles littered fashionably everywhere. there was a sweet, musky aroma in the air, something that almost made you feel lightheaded.
still looking at the door, you wrung your hands and bit your lip, "will they come check?!" at the prospect of that idea, your heart thumped louder in your ear.
rin stood at the edge of his bed, arms folded over his chest and still in his royal attire from the wedding ceremony. his eyes followed you, watching you intently as you paced the room with your heart on your tongue.
he started off slowly, as if not to make you jump, "you knew... you had known prior that they would want us to consummate? right?"
"i... well, yes."
and you had! your lady-in-waiting had told you about how in royal lineages, on the day of the wedding, the royal family watched the newly weds consummate. that had you almost throwing up. almost. but then she had assured you that the tradition had been long given up on, with now most opting to not do that. instead, they came to check the newly put, ivory bedsheets the next day, hoping to see a splotch of blood there — both as a proof of the woman's virginity and as proof of their... first night together. you knew this. you knew this, and yet you didn't have the stomach to do this.
"then?"
you snapped. he was being so calm about it, that you seemed irrationally stupid! "well, i didn't expect them to stand outside your door, waiting for us to fuck!"
"f-fuck...?" he whispered and you almost ripped your hair out of your scalp. right now wasn't the time to play translator!
rin watched the look of agony on your face and asked sincerely, "is something else the issue? are... are you not pure?"
"what?" you snapped again, this time with venom in your eyes. "does my virginity matter?!" and though you knew it didn't, the look that crossed his face seemed otherwise. you quickly shifted the conversation, not lingering at your futile attempt to liberate women in the middle ages. "and- and besides, it is not the... the purity of the situation that worries me. i just... we shouldn't." you winced, throwing your hands up dramatically, "you do not like me! and i find it rather ridiculous that we are being forced to... to c-consummate under such circumstances."
rin eyed you, studying you like you were one of those games he liked so much. then, he pursed his head and nodded, "they won't leave until they hear something substantial." you looked at him, wide-eyed as he continued, "and they would come to check for a bloodstain tomorrow."
"i know. the bloodstain isn't even a sign of losing one's virginity! that is such a myth."
rin pulled his brows together, as if he didn't believe your words.
you sighed, defeated. there was no way out. perhaps if you just got through it quickly...?
but rin had other plans as he suggested, "nonetheless, the bloodstain aspect of it all is easy. i'd make a small cut on my arms, enough to draw blood but not enough to turn fatal. we use the blood to stain the sheets. that should be enough to satiate them."
"what?!" you pitched higher, "cut yourself?! are you positively out of your mind?!"
"well, do you wish to consummate with me, then?" he snapped, irritated at your words.
you crossed your arms, "if anyone has to bleed, i shall! it's a predicament that bothers me, anyway!"
"no need. i can forgo a little bit of blood. i shan't die." he said calmly. his tone pissed you off! could he, for one second, not be such an asshole?!
"i shan't let you—!" you whispered shouted, not backing down.
knock, knock, knock.
"WE HEAR NO NOISE!" a far-off voice carried itself into his chambers and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. noises?! they wanted noises?! "SHOULD WE COME TO CHECK IN, PRINCE?"
"NO." rin shouted back, "WE... WE ARE GETTING TO IT. PATIENCE, AUNT."
he gave you a look, something that was basically a warning to choose quick. you jabbed an index in his direction, still whisper shouting, "we shall see who's bleeding later. for now... i just want them gone."
rin's pale skin flared red at your words and their implication. they wanted noise, something to... something to make them believe you two were doing what husbands and wives were supposed to.
"we can..." you corrected yourself, "i can fake the noises, pretend that we... we are doing something."
"it shall be..." he tightened his arms across his chest and sighed. "it shall be obvious if it's just you making noises."
"right... so you should as well."
"theoretically, yes."
you swallowed, "but it's just pretend... so, if you don't mind...?"
he swallowed too, and you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat, "o-of course."
you bit your lip, "uh... so, should I just...? start...?"
"perhaps," he stole a glance at the expensive bedding. his king sized bed was clad in glistening, ivory sheets atop which rose petals were arranged. "perhaps we should at least take to the bed?" he held up a hand in explanation, "in the off-chance of those- those people barging in. it would be weird for them to see us..."
"standing so far apart, yes." you finished, nodding.
heat blossomed from the apple of your cheeks to your neck as you took ginger steps towards the bed. you climbed in from one end, while he did the same from the other side. you sat yourself down at one edge, and he did the same to the opposite. there was a lifetime of difference between the two of you.
rin looked at you, then immediately snapped his head away. you did much the same. this cycle of looking at each other and shying away continued till—
"—SHALL WE COME IN, PRINCE? ARE YOU HAVING TROUBLES?" and perhaps it was the paranoia, but you felt the door creak open just slightly, not enough for anyone to peek in, but to serve as a reminder that there were people outside. standing. waiting.
rin flamed hot, "NO! I AM DOING PERFECTLY FINE IN HERE!"
"ARE YOU SURE, PRINCE?"
"PLENTY SURE."
he looked at you and winced, "pardon them."
you nodded quickly, "pardoned." you tried to subside the jump in your heart but it was to no avail. you could hear your pulse in your throat, "s-should i begin?"
"well—" the entirety of his stoic face was red by now, the kind that made it seem like he was having an allergic flare up. his voice dropped low, as if he was praying you wouldn't hear what you said next. "should you not come a little... closer? just because if they do barge in—" his eyes shot to the door in time with yours.
you nodded quickly again, "yes. yes. very well." you scooted yourself in exactly five inches. rin looked at you, with furrowed eyebrows, "I meant, perhaps meet me down the middle."
oh, god. you were sure you resembled a tomato more than a human, at this point. you repeated, "middle...?"
"middle."
you scooted in closer, he did as well until there was a few inches between you two. if you reached out, you could probably take his hand in yours, trace your fingertips over the bruise on his knuckle. you looked down to your lap, "is this... fine?"
"more than fine."
you swallowed, feeling like your mouth was betraying you by forgoing all moisture. your voice was shaky as you started, "a-ah— p-prince..." your eyes shot to the door, as if you were to give the performance of a lifetime.
"rin." he said softly, and you looked at him, whispering, "pardon?"
"j-just call me rin."
saying prince while you fake moaned was doable, you could, for a moment, pretend that you were just doing world's weirdest role play but calling him by his name? no. that... that was proposterous!
"and perhaps... if we are to just... pretend." he tugged at his collar, as if the skin underneath his expensive attire was overheating him. "we can just... just..."
"kiss?" you quipped, surprising yourself with a small, pitched sound afterwards.
he looked at you, "we— we won't go any further."
"we shan't."
"shan't at all."
your eyes fell to his full lips, the ones you had only seen tugged up in slight amusement. you took to his eyes once more, and found them already trained on you. "just... just a kiss."
"just... that." his eyes tracked along your lips, impatient.
all you did was nod once and he was moving his body over to yours. leaning in, his face inched nearer to yours and you closed your eyes — both in fear of liking what you saw, or not liking it.
first came his smell — musky and woodsy, something so carnally rin. it permeated your body, sinking into your bloodstream. second, came his hand — soft and nimble — as he placed them to your cheeks. you felt feverish under his touch. third, came his breath — flat against your cupid's bow as you felt him close the gap. finally, came his lips — soft. there was nothing you could say to describe it. to describe him. he was euphoric.
he pressed his lips against yours, soft and diligent, as if he was scared to do anything more. he didn't move, didn't deepen the kiss, didn't do anything more. so, you took matters into your hands. literally.
you planted your hands on either sides of his cheeks and kissed him back. though your eyes remained closed, you heard a wayward whimper escape the stoic prince. you slotted your lips against his, kissing him till you could feel the taste of his mouth on yours linger for eternity.
one of his frantic hands came to your waist and slowly, rin shifted his body weight in a way that had him hovering over your body as you kissed him.
"mmph—" he groaned, blissful as you licked the seam of his lips and teased his tongue with your own. his heart jumped to his throat, eyes clenching shut with each swipe of your tongue against his. "haah—!"
he parted from your lips, strings of lewd saliva bridging your lips to his. he traced his lips down your jaw, kissing down to your throat. his voice came raspy, needy, "use your voice."
you stuttered at his command, "w-what?"
he met your eyes with a crimson blush, "they're waiting to hear us."
"o-oh." your lips parted open as he delved his face back to your neck, licking a fat strip down the column on your throat. your breath got stuck somewhere between your mouth and your trachea as he finally sunk his teeth into your pulse. "prince r-rin, oh lord."
"louder." he kissed the indents and you moaned at the feeling of his hot saliva slobbering against the blossoming pain, "l-lord, you... you feel 'sgood."
he kept his mouth latched to your mouth, unyielding as his eyes met yours. he hummed against your skin, as if he had forgotten that you two were just pretending. his words were punctuated with a flurry of kisses, "so sweet."
you two don't know how long you were at it, him circling his lips over yours and you over his. by the time you two stopped, your breaths were ragged, eyes blown wide with lust and necks bruised with blossoms of desperation.
you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back. he looked at you, eyes blown open wide and heaving.
"princess..." his voice was light, almost escaping you in your nonsensical state. "i... can I touch you?"
your body felt as if it were on fire, "touch me...?" your eyes darted to the door, "why? have they not left yet?"
"i-" he swiveled his head back to look at the metallic door, and then back to you. "i don't think they did."
"how do you know?" you quipped, already watching him lean into you with that hungry, gleaming look in his eyes. his lips pressed over yours, his words gruff, "just do."
"but prince—?"
"please. as men do to their wives." you saw his adam's apple bob in his throat again. "if you let me."
all rationale left in your brain begged you to say no, to tell him that this was a terribly bad idea. but you felt yourself nod.
in a second, rin was pulling up your full skirt upwards, throwing the ruffles of fabric up in the air as he desperately tried to uncover what was underneath.
your undergarments were wet with your slick, something that made rin's pants stiffen even more as he rid you of them.
a small noise escaped his mouth and you instinctively felt your thighs attempt to clamp shut. you stuttered, uncharacteristically red. "w-what?!"
his hands pushed your thighs apart with a ravenous hunger in his eyes, "don't run now."
you whimpered at the intensity of his words, hiding your gaze beneath your sweaty, clamoring palms for barely a second before he was tugging at you wrist and forcing you to look at him, "no. your eyes on me."
heat ran up your face, cumulating somewhere in your head. you swallowed harshly as he leaned in closer to your gushing centre and swiped a finger up and down your slit.
your back arched, "rin."
he studied you like you were one of those games he was so enamored by, like he could understand how he could break you and build you up with just one look. he swiped his fingers up your slit again, collecting your juices on the tip of finger.
a heavy breath escaped his lips, his eyes unable to look away from your sweet, twitching cunt. "is it... alright?"
you nodded once, "yes... you can use your..." you cringed at the words that left your lips next because there was no way the second prince of the kingdom knew what giving head meant. "mouth too."
you expected resistance, or for his eyes to blow wide open. instead, the man dived in almost immediately. his lips circled your clit, his tongue flattening against the throbbing nub. it was as if he could feel your heartbeat on his smooth tongue.
he traced his tongue against your cunt, swiping it up and down in a motion that had you bucking your hips up into his mouth. your hands tangled against his hair as your voice broke, "f-fuck, yes."
rin raised his eyes to your face, unrelenting still in the way his mouth worked against you. his tongue pushed and prodded against the bundle of nerves till your felt your spine tighten and muscles spasm. you cried loudly, half for the performance and half from the thrill of his face against your apex, "prince rin— oh my god! i'm going to—?!"
at your confession, his vigor tripled. he lapped at your core like a hungry dog, drinking down the sweet nectar in lecherous, long sips.
you broke from inside out as waterfalls of sticky juice gushed out of you — sticky and sickly sweet as it splashed against his face.
rin licked his lips, raising his head up slightly to look at you. you were heaving — your chest and neck was painted red, eyes blown open and lustful, with your bosom stuttering up and down. your wedding dress was in shambles, pushed halfway up to your abdomen and falling from the straps at your shoulder.
you looked at him and swallowed again, finding words harder to come by, "p-prince...?"
"again." he grunted, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you in against himself.
your thighs trembled in protest, "no- no need. i'm certain that your family has left—!"
he eyes locked into yours, the same hungry gleam returning with vengeance. "no. they haven't."
"you do not know of that, prince—!"
but he buried his face in your heat again, uncaring for your protests or rationale logic. you should have known this, once prince rin itoshi set his mind to something, he accomplished it to the fullest.
two more orgasms later, that is how he now had your thighs spread wide open — with your core dripping down sex to his hungry mouth. he gulped mouthfuls of you, not halting once even as his slobbering saliva dripped down to his chin and neck and chest, coating the collar of his expensive wedding suit and painting the ivory sheets under.
your mouth hung open, throat raw and ripped as you squirmed away from him for the nth time. your hips shimmied backwards, bunching the bedsheet under your ass, "no, please— prince. 'senough."
he shook his head, something that was a counter to your claims. as if it wasn't enough, as if he hadn't ripped out two or three orgasms out of your body with his inexperienced tongue and mouth.
"doesn't your jaw hurt?!"
"no." his words were muffled against you.
"and- and i'm certain that your family has left..." you quipped next, attempting to woo him away from the matter at hand but he just gripped you stronger, "perhaps not."
your eyes widened, your weak upper body shooting up in protest, "no! they have. i'm certain."
he shrugged, still latching his tongue against your clit in a slippery swivel that traded your sanity for broken chants of his name with every swipe.
"prince-!" you groaned, writhing off the sheets in vain, "i beg of you."
rin tsked against you, "don't be such a nuisance."
"'senough! get off of me! rin—!" you cried next, twisting your hips against his face to pull him off.
he complied with an irritated sigh.
his jaw and lips were coated in your essence and he wiped if off with the back of his hand.
you glared at the man, "you're insufferable."
"why?" he quizzed you, "was it awful?"
your breath caught in your throat, "well, no."
he shot up a brow, "then what is it with the complaints?"
"we were supposed to just kiss..." your words trailed off. your eyes shied away from his.
you heard the sheets rustle as rin stood up on his knees, staring at you. he was a feet above you, his erection almost square in front of you. "have you any regrets?"
your eyes met his with uncertainty. you opened your mouth and promptly closed it shut. sighing, you shook your face, "no..."
he inhaled sharply at your answer, "will you have any regrets going forth?"
the intensity of his gaze made your stomach churn inwards. your breath stuttered helplessly in your throat, which now felt suddenly too dry. "no..."
"good." he leaned in towards yourself, bringing his hand to the back of your nape. he cradled your cranium as he leaned in to deepen the kiss. you came to lie down on the mattress again, as he laid his body weight over you. his lips slotted against yours, his entire body pressing over yours. he pushed you back deeper into the mattress, hovering over you.
your hands worked quick, your fingers coming to undo the glinting buttons of his suit. he grunted, helping you by shimmying off his expensive clothes. under his royal attire was a sculpted, lean body.
you ran your hands up and down his body, feeling the smooth skin underneath.
rin hissed under your skimming touches, closing his eyes as you sunk your teeth into his neck and bit down. your hands moved down his body, reaching his silken pants.
"what are you...?" he gulped as you traced his erection through the fabric. you hummed against his skin, "you haven't done it- this before?"
his ears blushed red, "not with another."
"but you've done it yourself?" you licked the indents on his throat, the ones you had adorned him with seconds prior.
he gulped. your felt it against your throat. "well, yes. i am a man..." his voice trailed off, "after all."
"strip for me, prince." you said, almost too quietly, and noticed his entire face break into a red blossom.
his usual agile and precise fingers shook as he undid the garments he wore and stripped himself naked in front of you.
you eyed him up and down — from his flushed face to his flushed, leaking cock. it was such a pretty thing — pale, slightly curved with a pink, flushed tip that weeped down strings of pre.
you nodded to beckon him closer. his limbs wobbled like jelly as he neared you. you guided him to sit down against the headboard, his black flush against the velvety fabric.
your nimble hand pushed open his muscular thighs, and you came to sit between it, slowly taking his erection in your palms.
rin hissed as soon as your hand encompassed around his dick. his hips automatically bucked upwards, chasing a foreign friction — the kind he had never dared imagine before.
you moved your hand up and down in a methodical method, squeezing his tip ever-so-slightly as you grazed the top.
his meaty thighs shuddered, eyes fluttering close as he felt your obscene, glittery spit land square on his tip. it mixed with the pre, dripping down his shaft before you coated your palm in it and started pumping him faster.
"oh—" his maw hung open, strong hands fisting the sheets as your pace quickened. you squeezed down his erection, waiting at the bottom. and before he could crack open an eye to check on your halt, you were already taking him in your mouth. so warm and velvety.
his eyes flew open, breath staggering at the sight of you, "princess, you— you're..." he inhaled sharply, "that's... that's dirty."
you popped your glossy lips off of him, deepening your arch and jutting your ass up in the air to make a spectacle out of it. you smacked the globular tip against your lips once, twice, thrice. "if it happens to be dirty," you kissed his tip and he winced, "then, as your wife it's my utmost duty to clean it up, prince."
you wasted no time taking him back in, suctioning his tip with your tongue slathering sticky saliva all around it. he arched his back, one of his hands immediately shooting to your head to push you in, "shall you take it in... deeper?"
you nodded, locking eyes with him with his cock buried 2/3rds in your mouth. your lips stretched around his member, your eyes watery as you let him fuck into you by the back of your throat.
"i—" he panted, "i cannot hold back... not anymore."
you nodded again, and he was a gone man.
his hips met your mouth in erratic thrusts — the kind that had his tip grazing your uvula in a rough rhythm. you squeezed his base tight, alternating between tightening your grip and loosening it up completely.
above you, rin was in utter ruination. he had never felt this. something so strong, so wholly foreign but completely familiar. your mouth felt like it had always been his. the way you accommodated him, the way your sultry tongue licked it up and down. oh god, you were perfect for him.
you sucked particularly strong and rin felt heat pooling in his stomach turn to lava. his thighs shook, stomach tightening beyond belief. and then, his vision fogged over, and he was just a vessel for boundless pleasure, feeling himself release in your mouth.
the obscene liquid pooled down the edges of your lips and fell to his hot skin. he watched your throat jump up and down as you drank down all he had given to you.
when you pulled yourself off him, your chest heaved and your eyes were tinted red. despite the mess he had made of you, you gave him a wobbling smile.
he shot up, bringing his hand to your cheeks delicately. his eyes met yours, concern pooling in the usually mirthful teal irises, "is it alright?"
you nodded, laughing, "i can still feel you in here." you caressed over your throat, "it feels all warm, prince."
you guided his broad hand down to your throat. he caressed the column of your throat before squeezing down on it.
your eyes fluttered shut, core dragging against the silken sheets as you tried to rut and catch some friction against your needy clit.
"i yearn for you..." he started slowly. his cheeks flared at the reminder of his dick in your mouth. he looked away from you for a second, before looking back at you, at the needy gyrations of your hips driveling against the sheets.
"i yearn for you too..." you moaned, guiding his hand below, below, below and right over your pussy. "here."
he gulped, venturing his fingers in between your body and the sheets to rub at the doughy clit. "do you wish for me to...?"
"yes." you nodded, rubbing yourself against his calloused fingertips, "i wish to feel warm all over. i wish to feel you inside, plunging my insides with your thrusts."
his eyes blew open, a sly smirk pulling at his lips, "you have such lecherous requests, princess."
you grinded against his hand faster, feeling your clit catch against his skin in a sinful dance. your jaw opened, "o-only for my husband."
something snapped inside him at that title. he curled his fingers under you, sticking them up so that you could ride them easily. "your husband...?"
"yes. a-are you, nghh— not mine, hah?" your arms came to wrap around his shoulders, your eyes shutting in ecstasy as his rough fingers rummaged inside you while the heel of his palm dug so deliciously against your clit.
"i am." he inhaled in your scent sharply, "all yours."
you rut against him like an animal in heat — primal and far beyond saving.
you pushed the man away by chest, forcing him to retrieve his hand from under you and lay down. your hips hovered over his erection, your eyes boring into his, "may i?"
his eyes shot between your dripping apex and your face — both of them somehow equally lewd.
he nodded and you found yourself sinking down his erection, taking inch upon inch of him inside your body.
rin's response was immediate. for a man that could never shut up, all he could manage now were gasps and grunts.
his hands found purchase against your waist as he helped you settle down on his cock. your eyes rolled back to your head as he finally bottomed out inside you.
you gasped, closing your eyes in surrender as your body refused to move. his thick girth kissed every crevice of your cunt. you were so incredibly full, so incredibly filled to the brim that it felt like his flushed tip was pushing all the way to your lungs.
you collapsed forward, your hands looping around his neck and your face crashing in the crook of his neck.
his strong hands came to wrap around your body, tight and reassuring, "princess, are you...?" he was cut off by the ruthless spasm of your greedy cunt around his length.
"yes, yes." you squeezed down on him, "god. please. rin... move."
his eyes blew open at the mention of his own name. his feet planted themselves against the sprightly mattress and he felt himself rutting up into you, thrusting his length all the way inside your plushy cunt before retrieving it and doing it over and over again.
"haah, fuck—" your breath condensed against his skin as you moaned into him, "fuck, rin nghh— harder—!"
"say it again." he grunted in your ear, "again."
"harder, r-rin...?" you yelped at the mattress compressed under his feet as he fucked up into you even stronger, each of his thrusts meeting you all the way to your cervix. your eyes rolled back, entire body jostling in protest as he held you tight against himself and used you as his personal cumdump, "keep saying my name. like that."
his tip hit the bullseye, his length massaging your walls in an intimate dance that had you drooling against his neck and crying in protest.
"fuck, fuck— rin." you gasped, crying at his toned v-line smacked against your clit at every thrust. your nipples brushed against his smooth skin with each point of contact. your body was on fire, and the man under you was adding fuel to it. "oooh— oh, god... 'mgonna b-break..."
"you're not going to—"
"i am," you babbled, "my pussy's gonna break—!"
using one hand, he raised your face up from the crook of his neck and pulled you to his lips. he kissed you, all messy and toothy as his cock rammed in and out of you in a haphazard, fast rhythm.
the room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the lecherous bangs of skin on skin as his body crashed into yours again and again. your stomach and thighs burnt with every powerful smack of his body into yours.
lolling your jaw open, you sneaked your tongue into his mouth. god, he felt so delicious against you.
"rin, rin—" you babbled against him, not making much sense as your orgasm loomed over you like an impending threat. your cunt squeezed him again, "i might—" you kissed him again, muffled as you confessed, "i might cum, gaah— fuck, fuck, fuck. rin."
he nodded, rendered speechless as his sensitive tip probbed your spots and made him see red. the ceiling over your heads seemed to sway, the bed under your rustled, and the bedframe creaked. but all rin itoshi could care for was the sinful clamp of your pussy on his dick.
"rin—?!" you gasped, hiding your face against his chest as he felt your core tighten impossibly so. you wrapped around him so snugly that he could barely move, could barely thrust in and out of you in an attempt to chase his own high.
"i should— should remove myself." rin argued, with whatever semblance of sanity he had preserved. "you can't be with child."
"no. no. no." you chanted, somehow tightening your grip on him. "inside me... please."
"but—?!"
"rin." you cried against his skin, frenzied and slowly unravelling, "please."
how could he possibly let go after that soft plea of yours?
your walls squeezed down his sensitive tip and he gasped as he felt his erection splutter out ropes of cum into you.
"fuuuuuck." you groaned, feeling warmth pool inside your cunt and feeling it slosh about before some of it escaped out of you and onto his cock.
"oh, lord." you gasped, feeling his erection soften inside you slowly. more of his cum seeped out of you, coating both of your legs in a godly sheen.
one of his arms rubbed your back up and down, up and down. you breathed in his scent and closed your eyes, "that was..."
"yeah." he gulped, feeling his own eyes fall shut with fatigue, "more than a kiss, certainly."
you stilled against his skin, "certainly."
he gently took you off him, settling you next to him. you rested your head on his bicep, turning away from him to stare at the marvelous ceiling above you.
"im exhausted." you sighed, feeling all the muscles in your body slacken.
"hm." he pursed his lips shut, staring at the same ceiling.
your breathing synced with his, exhausted, slumped bodies rising and falling in a practiced rhythm.
you placed your hands over your stomach, gently tapping them across your skin. "so... do you suppose your family left?"
rin craned his neck to your face, then back towards the ceiling. he shrugged, "possibly."
"do you suppose they... they will be satisfied?" you bit your cheek, wincing the at the feeling of your molars digging into the flesh. "with our sounds."
rin didn't answer for a long time, just pulled his arm from under your head to his side. he kept his arms crossed against his chest, as if it would enough to guard his body from you, or the horrifying realization of what you both had done.
eventually, you turned to look in his direction. "prince...?"
"we don't need to carry this ruse any further. i am certain they're..." he turned his head the other way, not facing you. "sarisfied."
"i see..."
at your answer, rin quipped quickly, "if that was uncomfortable for you, we shan't do it again. i apologize..." his words quieted down, "for getting carried away." a beat. "i know you do not fancy me."
he cleared his throat, not meeting your eyes, "shall we sleep?"
your pulse throbbed in your neck as you watched him turn to his side, showing you his naked, muscular back. your eyes followed him keenly, but you were unable to find the will to call out to him again.
"so..." you shuddered, turning on your side such that you faced his back. "this was just a one-time thing, yes?"
he hummed once. then, twice as you didn't answer. then, he sighed, "have you any regrets?"
you shook your head, "no. as for you?"
"no." he stilled, "we had no choice but to consummate the marriage. we mustn't think too much about it. from now on, i do as I must, and you do as you shall. none of us hinders the other. we're married for legal reasons, that is all."
somehow, though you were well-versed in the language of rin itoshi, and his destructive tongue, you couldn't help but feel sick at his words pricked at your skin. your stomach churned itself over, a gnawing, sinking feeling coming alive in your chest.
he hated you. you were sure. the worst part happened to be that you didn't hate him. and it was devastating to live like this, to know that he would curse you for ages when you won't. and so, in your self-destructive rampage, you decided to make the worst decision of your life.
"i am not who you think i am." you said out loud. flatly, as if you were discussing the weather and not the mortifying truth of your existence that would, very well, destroy both you and the younger itoshi.
his face turned around, gaze shooting to yours at your admission. his teal eyes narrowed, features twisting in confusion, "pardon?"
"i am not..." you sighed, sitting up. you brought your thighs to your chest, "i have been brought to this world- and- and i know i sound insane but..." you tried to explain whatever you could, and you were very well aware of the possibility that after hearing you, rin might have had you shipped to an asylum where they would have diagnosed you with hysteria and given you orgasms and lobotomy as a cure.
but all he did was blink in slow motion, and then bark out a jaded laugh, "has intimacy scrambled your brain?"
the sound felt so foreign coming from his flushed mouth.
you felt your eyes flutter shut, avoiding to look at his confused features. "i am telling you the truth—"
"that I am some man in a book?!" he sat up, "and that too, the one you hated?!"
"i know it sounds insane..."
"it is insane!" he reached out a hand to your knees, pressing down as if it could anchor you to reality. "is something the matter with you? have you hit your head or has the blood rushed all over—?"
you breathed in sharply, "when you were a child, sae had taken you to the forest at the end of the estate." your fisted the expensive bedsheet, "he promised you he would be close, but you had gotten lost. you cried. a lot."
rin furrowed his eyebrows as you continued rambling, "and then, he found you barely before the sun had fully fell, and bribed you with your favourite pies not to talk about it. you never told anyone of it. yes or yes?" you recalled the chapter that detailed some of sae's past, and the relation between the two brothes before it had soured.
rin blinked at you, retrieving his hand from your body slowly. "pardon?"
"i know of it because I had read it." you tried speaking slower, "there's no other explaination."
"no." he blinked, "sae told you that to- to..." his eyes narrowed, "did he think any of this would ensue hilarity?"
"rin." you leaned forward, "it's the truth. i am not her. this- this woman! i came from another world."
rin breathed heavy, his eyes darting from your face to your hands and knees, then back to your face. "then... then what? are you to go back now?"
"i don't think I can..." you bit down your lips, "that is why I'm telling you this." you sighed, miserable, "you can throw me down the prison cell or in an asylum but—"
"so, would you stay? here?" he cut in.
you slowed your words, shrugging. "well, i have no choice."
"and if you did?" his voice sounded rough around the edges, "if you did have the choice? then, what? you are to abandon your life here and just leave?"
"i..." you blinked slowly, "i do not know that."
"why didn't you—" he heaved, picking himself off the bed, searching for his undergarments on the floor. "why did you not tell me this the first night you came here?"
"and what?!" you laughed, humorless, watching him as he fastened the linen underpants against his hips. "you would have believed me? would have accepted this error as fate?!"
"i would have broken off the marriage!" he grunted, slamming his palms against the mattress with a muted thud. "i would have! thinking you were hysterical, if nothing more!"
"i asked you to." you found yourself pitching your voice higher, "i asked you to! the very first day!"
"not for this reason, you did not!"
"does it matter?" you felt your head heat with anger, "i asked you—"
"i would have maintained my distance!" he shouted, staring at you with those wide, teal eyes. this was the most emotion you had seen on his face. "i would have stayed away, knowing you were to leave me at any moment!"
he halted, looking away from you and walking a few steps over from the bed. he turned around, and his back faced you. he ran a hand over his face, his voice uncharacteristically small. "i would have stayed away from you. princess."
"rin." you scrambled to get off bed, to reach out to him with just a linen sheet tucked against your chest.
stepping forward, you stood behind him, with a metre worth of distance between you two. the fabric rustled against the ground. everything else was eerily quiet. you could barely hear his breathing, or yours, for that matter.
you swallowed, staring at the back of his head. "what are you implying?"
he said nothing and he took another step forward, repeating, "rin."
he turned around and met your eyes. you watched his entire body slump, his broad shoulders do themselves in. even his voice sounded like a far off whisper, "you know what i am implying very well."
you shook your head, "i do not. say it. out loud."
"i... i fancy you." his head hung low, hands flexing on either side of his body as if he was itching to hold something, hold you. "that is it. that is the humiliating truth. and I know very well how much you do not fancy me—"
"i do not know what i will do if i get a choice to leave this place." you started gingerly, avoiding his sharp, wounded gaze. "i do not even know if I will ever get that choice... however, you're the only one i have here."
a sad smile crossed your lips as you picked your face back up and met his eyes. "you're my husband."
rin inhaled sharply at your admission, "and so, i am to shoulder the burden of your lies?"
you stepped forward once more, "what was that about in sickness and in health?"
"this isn't sickness." he looked away from you again, "it's some sort of cruel, cosmic joke."
you didn't say anything and he hung his head down below, sighing, "sleep. i suppose this... is pointless."
he brushed past you, trying to walk over to the bed. your palm reached for his wrist, wrapping your fingers around his skin like ivy over trees. he looked back at you.
"it isn't pointless." you clutched the sheet against your frame tighter, as if he hadn't already seen what lay below. "i was wrong about you, prince... i cannot lie and pretend like i know you wholly... because i do not, but i know enough."
"enough... for what?"
"enough... to fancy you?" you winced, drawing your eyes away from his.
he scoffed, "well, now you're just pitying me."
you looked up at him, spluttering, "n-no! i'm not pitying you."
"you fancy my brother."
"do not! not anymore!" you stressed on the syllables, "i wouldn't have fucked you if i did!"
"f-fucked...?"
"consummated. with you."
his ears reddened at your correction and your wrists tightened against his wrist again, you drew closer, "i do not ask for you to trust me. heavens know, that is impossible. i do not know for how long i am here, or for how long may i have left. but... but i was wrong about you." you chewed your cheek, "well, no. you're haughty and insufferable and downright agonizing at times."
he looked at you, all baffled.
"but..." you stepped closer still, "but there are times when you're not that... and i- i find myself enjoying your company in moments like that."
"is this supposed to flattery?"
"it's supposed to be the truth."
"and what am i to make of your words?" he raised a brow carefully. you fully closer the distance between you two, gliding your hand up his arm and wrapping it around his waist. your face met his chest and your entire body all but slumped against him, "i fancy you enough to get to know you..." you stilled, "would you give me a chance to do so?"
hesitantly, his hands came to wrap around your body. he rested his chin atop your head, sighing, "perhaps. you leave me no choice. you are my wife, after all."
you beamed against him, and he felt the stretch of your lips against his skin.
"shall we take to the bed now?" he asked and you nodded, "i'm exhausted."
eventually, you fell asleep next to him. before you could drift off completely, his voice echoed in a soft question, "one thing, what does cunt mean? you called me that once."
your eyes blew open, "uh. smart. full of wisdom."
"hm?" he hummed, in deep thought, "you're right then, i am a cunt."
you pursed your lips, "yes, but perhaps let's not use that word again. nobody else knows of it, it might give away my real identity."
rin nodded, "fair."
he pulled you flush against his chest and pressed a kiss to your temple, "fair night to you, princess."
"good night, rin."
well, updated title: THE VILLAINESS ENJOYS A CAREFREE LIFE MARRIED TO HER GREATEST-ENEMY-TURNED-NON-ASSHOLEY HUSBAND! HUZZAH!
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. IM BARELY LUCID ENOUGH TO POST.
this is so self-indulgent and stupid and listen i know the end fight doesnt make any sense but im tired and its over 3 am and i don't care anymore. enjoy the flith mwuah mwuah
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꒰ summary ꒱; kaiser begs you to not use a condom today, and despite it being risky, how can you refuse his pleas?
꒰ content/warnings ꒱; 18+, afab reader, coercion, dubcon, kaiser's kinda toxic, breeding (can u tell i like breeding)
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"c'mon baby," he pleaded, rubbing gentle circles on the plush skin of your inner thighs, the same ones he'd pried open just moments prior, eyes full of lust.
he was attempting to get your permission for him to fuck you raw.
but obviously, you weren't very keen on taking up the offer.
as good as it'd feel, so many risks presented themselves when not using protection.
"just this once? make me happy, pleasee?" he coaxed, batting his lashes.
"i'll pull out immediately, seriously," he added, desperation festering in his tone.
"mihya, i-it's risky," you murmur, struggling with the task of denying him.
despite the obvious fear in your expression regarding the topic, he still pushed, huffing when you'd refused again.
he wasn't exactly looking for no as an answer.
"fine then. we don't have to do anything at all," he grumbled, strategically pulling away from you.
after trying (and failing) to accept the absence of his tantalizing touch, you'd gone back on every reason you'd recited in your head on why you couldn't agree.
"w-wait," you call out, unable to take the loss of his warmth.
"yeah?" he turns around the moment you utter a word, unable to hide the shit-eating grin plastered on his face even if he tried.
"j-just this once," you say begrudgingly, concern still apparent in your furrowed brows, unsure if allowing it was the right decision.
he'd known you'd fall for his coercion, you always did without fail.
no matter how many times you'd try to be strict and say no, you'd always fold less than 5 seconds after.
"that's my girl." he grins, running his tattoeed hand through his messy locks, making his way back over to you.
・・・・・
not too long after, he was in you balls deep, your leg slung over his shoulder.
no condom on, this time.
"f-feels so good in you raw, liebling."
"look at how she's clamping around me, she thinks so too, hm?" he drawls, cold fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit.
you'd shuddered at the feeling, lips parted, gasping at the overload of sensations.
"h-hnghh, d-does feel– good.." you whine out, still reluctant to admit the change was significantly better, worried it'd become a regular occurrence
the only sounds audible were wet slaps of skin against skin, save for the high-pitched mewls you'd let out whenever he thrusted too deep.
"f-fuck, squeezing me so tight, it's like this pretty cunt wants me to cum inside, mein liebe." he groaned, captivated by the sight of how your weeping pussy seemed to suck him back in whenever he'd pull out to slam into you deeper.
you could only whimper beneath him, sharp nails digging into the supple flesh of his back, pleasure overriding any other feeling.
"h-haah, scheiße, y-you can't expect me to pull out," he purrs, pressing your knees up against your chest, forcing you in a mating press.
he knew your one and only rule was pulling out, but how could he?
how could he when you looked so drunk on his fat cock, moaning as he stretched you out deliciously.
"g'nna cum!" you gasp.
kaiser held your legs firm, not giving you a chance to squirm as he rammed into you deeper, relishing in the sound of your cries.
"yeah, cum f'me, schatzi." and you did, hard. you'd babbled incoherently as your nails dug deeper into his flesh, leaving red crescent marks in their wake.
"thaat's it, there you go," he spoke in a low, soothing hum, massaging gentle circles on your knee, a harsh contrast to how mean he was about to get.
"'m c-close too, hold on for me," he slurs, thrusts growing desperate.
you bit down on your lip, near strong enough to draw blood, the overstimulation from your previous orgasm leaving you a whiny mess.
kaiser doesn't respond, a cunning, lop-sided smirk curling his lips.
"m-mihya-"
he drew his pounds to a slow end, breath hitching as he felt his dick twitch in you, more than ready to go against every boundary you'd set
"jus'- stay still, m'kay?"
you wanted to refuse, to prevent him from stuffing you full, yet every word died in your throat, unable to deny the fact that you wanted it too.
he let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back as he felt you milk him dry.
"verdammt, schatz, y-you tell me you don't want it inside, yet you take it like this?" he mutters, pulling out, fingers making a mess of your now leaking hole.
"s-so pretty like this. see how good it feels?"
your chest heaves with every breath you take, unable to muster up the energy to respond.
he sighs, feeling a tad bit of remorse, thumb tracing your jaw, touch gentle. it was as if he was taunting you.
"i'll take care of you, get you pills n everything," he reassures, voice hushed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
You heard the door click shut and the familiar sound of Sae dropping his bag in the entryway. He’d just come back from another crushing victory—another flawless performance that left the media calling him a genius all over again. His expression was still sharp, adrenaline and satisfaction lingering in those teal eyes as he stepped into the living room.
You were waiting on your knees in front of the couch, wearing nothing but one of his oversized team jerseys.
Sae paused, one eyebrow lifting slightly. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“…What’s this?”
“A present,” you answered, reaching for the waistband of his pants. “For winning.”
He let you pull them down, already half-hard from the high of the match. His cock sprang free—long, thick, and intimidating as always. You wrapped your hand around the base and leaned in, taking him into your mouth with eager heat. The taste of him filled you instantly, clean skin and faint salt.
You sucked hard, hollowing your cheeks, working the first few inches with wet, sloppy sounds. But he was big. He always was. Your throat tightened when you tried to go deeper, eyes watering as you gagged softly around him.
Sae exhaled through his nose, fingers threading into your hair. Not forcing, but firm.
“Deeper,” he said, voice low and commanding, the same tone he used on the pitch. “You can take more than that. Don’t half-ass it.”
You whimpered around his cock and pushed further, tears pricking your lashes as the thick head pressed against the back of your throat. Your gag reflex flared again, but you fought it, swallowing convulsively. Spit dripped down your chin and onto your thighs.
“Good girl,” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek. “Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. I know you can do it.”
His praise made your stomach flutter. You tried again, forcing yourself down until your nose brushed the dark hair at his base. The stretch burned, your throat spasming around the intrusion, but you held there, eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping free.
Sae groaned quietly, hips twitching once. “That’s it… fuck, look at you. Taking me so well after a win.”
You started moving, bobbing with messy determination, sucking harder on every upstroke while your hand stroked what your mouth couldn’t reach. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the quiet room. Sae’s fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you just enough to set a rhythm—deep, steady, relentless.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered softly.
You looked up through wet lashes. His usual cold mask had cracked; cheeks faintly flushed, lips parted, gaze dark and locked on your face like you were the only thing in the world that mattered right now.
“Deeper,” he encouraged again, voice rougher. “You can handle all of it.”
You moaned around him, the vibration pulling another low groan from his chest. Your jaw ached, throat raw, but you kept going—sloppier, faster, desperate to please him. His cock throbbed heavy on your tongue, veins pulsing as he got closer.
“Fuck… just like that,” he breathed, hips starting to shallowly thrust. “Don’t stop. Gonna cum down that pretty throat.”
You took him as deep as you could one final time, swallowing around him, and Sae cursed under his breath. His grip tightened, body tensing as he spilled hot and thick straight into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, choking a little but refusing to pull away until he was finished.
He stayed buried between your lips for a long moment, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out. A string of saliva and cum connected your swollen lips to his cock before it broke.
Sae tilted your chin up with two fingers, thumb wiping a tear from your cheek. His smirk returned, sharper now.
“Not bad,” he said, voice still husky. “Next time, you’ll take it even better. That’s my present to you.”
𓍯𓂃nagi seishiro
You’d been glaring at Nagi for the last twenty minutes, curled up on the couch beside him while he slouched deeper into the cushions, thumbs flying over his phone screen. Some stupid mobile game again. His white hair fell messily over his half-lidded eyes, earbuds in, completely zoned out like you weren’t even there.
“Seishiro,” you muttered, but he only hummed a lazy “mhm” without looking up.
That was it.
You slid off the couch and knelt between his spread thighs before he could register the movement. His sweatpants were loose, easy to tug down just enough. His cock was already half-hard from the casual friction of sitting, heavy and warm when you wrapped your fingers around the base. Nagi’s thumbs paused mid-tap.
“…Eh?”
You didn’t answer. You leaned in and took him into your mouth in one slow, determined slide.
He was big—thicker than you expected even after all this time—and your jaw ached almost immediately, but you didn’t care. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard, tongue pressing flat along the underside the way he liked. A wet, obscene sound filled the quiet room as you bobbed down further, struggling to take more than half before your throat tightened in protest.
Nagi’s breath hitched. “Wait—fuck, I’m in the middle of—”
His phone made a sad little defeat chime.
You ignored it, throat working around him, spit already dripping down your chin as you forced yourself deeper. Your eyes watered, but you kept going, nose brushing the dark hair at his base on every determined push.
A low, surprised groan tore out of his chest. His hips jerked once, cock twitching heavy on your tongue.
“Shit… you made me lose,” he muttered, voice rougher than usual, but the complaint died fast. His phone clattered onto the floor somewhere behind the couch. Long fingers slid into your hair, not guiding, just holding on like he needed something to anchor him.
You moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. He was fully hard now, thick and pulsing, stretching your lips wide. You sucked harder, faster, sloppy and intense, letting the wet sounds echo while your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit.
Nagi’s head fell back against the cushions, lazy drawl cracking. “Hah… you’re really going for it… feels too good…”
His usual bored tone was gone, replaced by shaky, broken groans every time you swallowed around the head. His fingers tightened in your hair, hips twitching like he was fighting the urge to thrust.
You looked up through wet lashes and saw his face—cheeks faintly flushed, mouth slack, eyes half-lidded and hazy with pleasure. The genius who hated putting in effort was completely undone, panting your name in that low, lazy voice like it was the only word he could remember.
“Keep… keep doing that—nn… gonna cum if you don’t stop…”
You didn’t stop. You took him even deeper, throat relaxing just enough to let the head slip past the tight ring, and Nagi’s groan turned into a wrecked, drawn-out curse as his hips stuttered and he spilled hot and thick down your throat.
He stayed buried there for a long second, chest heaving, fingers trembling in your hair.
“…Troublesome,” he mumbled breathlessly, but the tiny, satisfied smirk on his lips said otherwise.
𓍯𓂃 rin itoshi
You heard the door slam harder than usual. Rin stormed in, still in his team jacket, hair damp with sweat and eyes burning with that familiar, icy rage. Another match against Sae. Another loss that ate at him like acid.
He dropped onto the couch without a word, elbows on his knees, hands clenched so tight his knuckles were white. The air around him felt heavy, sharp. You hated seeing him like this—your Rin, the one who was always so soft with you in private, twisted up into something scary and distant.
You didn’t ask questions. You simply walked over, knelt between his spread legs, and reached for his waistband.
Rin’s gaze snapped down to you. “What are you—”
“Shh,” you whispered, gently tugging his pants and boxers down just enough. His cock was already half-hard, flushed from the leftover adrenaline. You wrapped your fingers around him softly, stroking once, twice, feeling him twitch and thicken under your touch.
He exhaled sharply, but didn’t stop you.
You leaned in and took him into your mouth with aching slowness. No rush. Just warmth. Your lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling gently over the sensitive underside as you sank down, taking as much of him as you could in one smooth glide. He filled your mouth completely, heavy and hot.
Rin’s breath hitched. His hand came to rest on the back of your head, not pushing, just resting there like he needed the anchor.
You moved slowly, deliberately. Long, gentle strokes of your mouth, sucking softly on every upstroke, letting your tongue press flat and warm along every vein. Spit coated him, making each glide slick and smooth. When you took him deeper, your throat relaxed around him without force, just steady, loving pressure.
“Fuck…” he breathed, voice rough and low. The anger in his eyes was already cracking, melting into something darker and needier.
You looked up at him through your lashes, never breaking eye contact as you bobbed with tender intensity. Every movement was careful, devoted—savoring him, worshiping him. Your hand stroked the base in slow, twisting motions while your mouth worked the rest, humming softly so the vibrations traveled through his length.
Rin’s head fell back against the couch, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His fingers threaded tighter into your hair, trembling. “You… always do this when I’m like this,” he muttered, voice cracking. “Why can’t I just be mad…?”
You answered by taking him even deeper, nose brushing his pelvis, holding him there in the wet heat of your throat for a long, intimate second before pulling back to breathe. Then you sank down again, just as slow, just as deep. The room filled with soft, wet sounds—your gentle sucking, his ragged breathing.
His thighs tensed under your palms. You could feel the frustration leaving his body with every stroke, replaced by raw, building pleasure. His cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, leaking precum that you swallowed greedily.
“Slow… just like that,” he groaned, the words almost broken. “Don’t stop. Please.”
You kept the same torturously gentle rhythm, eyes locked on his face. His usual scowl was gone, replaced by flushed cheeks, parted lips, and half-lidded teal eyes staring down at you like you were the only thing keeping him sane.
The intensity built anyway—slow, heavy, overwhelming. His hips started twitching, fighting the urge to thrust deeper into your warm mouth. You squeezed his thigh reassuringly and took him to the back of your throat again, swallowing around him.
Rin cursed under his breath, body going rigid. “I’m—fuck—”
You didn’t pull away. You stayed right there, sucking gently as he came hard, thick pulses flooding your mouth. You swallowed every drop, slow and careful, milking him through it until he was trembling and spent.
Only then did you pull off, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before resting your cheek against his thigh.
Rin’s hand stayed in your hair, stroking it now instead of gripping. His breathing was still heavy, but the anger was gone. Just quiet, exhausted warmth remained.
“…You’re too good for me,” he whispered, almost too quiet to hear. His thumb brushed your swollen bottom lip. “Stay.”
𓍯𓂃bachira meguru
You were both tangled on his bed after a long practice, still sweaty and buzzing with leftover energy. Bachira suddenly rolled on top of you, golden eyes sparkling with that wild, mischievous glint.
“Heyyy…” he purred, voice low and playful, lips brushing your ear. “Can you suck me off? I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day. Pretty please?”
You laughed softly and nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay with it.”
His whole face lit up like you’d just handed him a new toy. He kicked his shorts off in record time, already rock hard and leaking, his cock curving proudly against his stomach.
You pushed him onto his back and settled between his spread thighs. Starting slow and gentle, you licked a long stripe up the underside before wrapping your lips around the head. Bachira let out a happy little moan, hips twitching.
“Mmm~ feels so warm…” he sighed, fingers threading lazily into your hair.
You took him deeper at your own pace, sucking with soft, wet pressure, tongue swirling around him. Not too rough, just steady and nice, letting your spit coat every inch as you bobbed. Bachira’s moans were loud and shameless, hips rolling gently like he couldn’t help himself.
But then his grip tightened. He pushed your head down harder, trying to force more of his cock into your throat.
You gagged sharply and pulled off immediately, coughing as you wiped your mouth.
“You psycho!” you rasped, glaring up at him.
Bachira blinked once, then broke into a wide, unapologetic grin, sharp teeth flashing. His eyes were still hazy with lust, cheeks flushed.
“Sorry~” he sang, not sounding sorry at all. He tilted his head, looking almost proud. “You just felt too good. I got excited and went monster mode for a second.”
You narrowed your eyes, still catching your breath.
He giggled and reached down to stroke your cheek with his thumb, surprisingly gentle now.
“C’mon… keep going? I’ll be good this time. Promise.” His voice dropped into that sweet, dangerous tone. “I’ll let you control it… even if I really, really wanna fuck your throat.”
You rolled your eyes but leaned back in, taking him slower again. Bachira’s head fell back with a satisfied groan, fingers loose in your hair this time.
Still, every few seconds his hips would twitch like he was barely holding back the chaos inside him, that playful smile never leaving his face.
𓍯𓂃 michael kaiser
You stumbled into Kaiser’s luxurious apartment after the club, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Your red lipstick was still perfectly intact—bold, glossy, sinful—until he dragged you straight to his bedroom and pushed you down onto the massive bed.
Kaiser stood over you, unbuckling his belt with a lazy, arrogant smirk. His blue eyes burned with hunger as he freed his thick, veiny cock, already rock hard and curving proudly.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and mocking. “All dressed up for me. That red mouth… Scheiße, I’ve been thinking about ruining it all night.”
You knelt between his legs on the soft sheets and wrapped your fingers around the base. Kaiser’s hand immediately tangled in your hair, guiding you forward. You parted your glossy red lips and took him in.
The sight alone made him groan deeply. Your bright red lipstick stretched obscenely around his pale, throbbing cock—leaving vivid red smears along the shaft with every inch you swallowed.
“Fuck… yes,” he hissed, hips twitching. “Look at that. Keep going.”
You sucked him harder, hollowing your cheeks, tongue pressing flat as you bobbed deeper. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room. Red lipstick smeared messily down his length, staining your chin and the corners of your mouth. Every time you pulled back, glossy red rings decorated his cock like a claim.
Kaiser’s breathing grew ragged. His usual composed arrogance cracked as pleasure hit him hard. He thrust shallowly into your mouth, eyes locked on the erotic sight.
“Deeper,” he ordered, voice rough. “I want to see my cock disappear between those red lips. Take it all, babe.”
You forced yourself further, throat tightening around his thick head as tears pricked your eyes. The intensity made you gag, but you didn’t stop—sucking harder, faster, letting spit drip messily down your chin while your red lips worked him relentlessly.
Kaiser moaned loudly, head falling back for a second before snapping down again to watch. His grip in your hair turned possessive, almost painful.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled, voice dripping with lust and ego. “My lipstick-stained cock… only I get to see you like this. Only I get to fuck this pretty painted mouth.”
You looked up at him through wet lashes, red lips stretched obscenely wide around his pulsing length. The visual broke him. His abs tensed, thighs shaking as he fucked your throat with sharp, controlled thrusts.
“Scheiße— I’m close,” he panted, eyes wild. “Don’t you dare pull away. Swallow every drop while wearing my color.”
You moaned around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. Kaiser cursed loudly in German, hips stuttering as he came hard down your throat—thick, hot spurts that you swallowed greedily. All while your ruined red lips stayed wrapped tight around him, leaving fresh streaks of crimson with every twitch.
He stayed buried in your mouth for a long moment, chest heaving, staring down at the messy masterpiece you’d made of his cock.
When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva and cum connected your swollen, lipstick-smeared lips to his tip. Kaiser smirked, thumb wiping the corner of your mouth and smearing the red even more.
“Perfect,” he purred, voice still husky. “Next time I’ll paint that pretty face too, meine kleine Schlampe.”
𓍯𓂃 shidou ryusei
You were on your knees between Shido’s spread thighs, his hand fisted tight in your hair while you sucked him like you were starving for it. His cock was thick, veiny, and slick with your spit as you bobbed fast and messy, taking him deep with wet, filthy sounds that echoed through the room.
“Fuuuuck yeah— that’s my champ,” Shido groaned, hips twitching, sharp grin splitting his face. His golden eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with that unhinged hunger only you could handle.
You moaned around him, sucking harder, nails digging into his thighs. You matched his freak perfectly—always had.
Suddenly he yanked your head back hard, pulling you off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected your swollen lips to his glistening tip. He was breathing heavy, chest heaving, cock twitching angrily in the air.
“Baby,” he rasped, voice low and dangerous, “can I fuck your mouth? Like, really fuck it?”
You blinked up at him, lips shiny and parted, still catching your breath. “Huh…? Alright.”
That was all he needed.
Shido’s grin turned feral. Without another warning he gripped your head with both hands and slammed his cock back into your mouth, straight down your throat in one brutal thrust.
You gagged hard, eyes watering instantly as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn’t give you time to adjust—just started fucking your face with raw, savage snaps of his hips.
“Shit— that’s it, take it!” he growled, voice rough and ecstatic. “Fuckin’ choke on my cock, baby—”
He used your mouth like a toy, pounding deep and fast, balls slapping against your chin with every thrust. Your throat bulged visibly around his thickness. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mascara running, but you loved it. You loved how feral he got.
You struggled, gagging loudly, throat convulsing around him. After a few brutal seconds you tapped his thigh desperately and he pulled out just long enough for you to suck in a gasping breath, coughing.
Before you could even speak he shoved back in, groaning loud and filthy as your throat squeezed him again.
“Hah— you’re so fucking tight here,” he laughed breathlessly, hips snapping relentlessly. “My perfect girl. Look at you— crying and gagging but still taking me like a champ.”
You whimpered and moaned around his pounding cock, spit pouring down your chin and onto your tits. Every time he hit the back of your throat you choked, pulling back slightly to breathe before he pushed you right back down. Your jaw ached, throat raw, but the wet, obscene sounds and his broken moans made you clench with arousal.
Shido’s pace turned punishing, hips stuttering as he fucked your face harder, chasing his high.
“Gonna cum— fuck, gonna fill this beautiful throat—” he snarled, eyes rolling back.
He slammed in deep one last time, holding your head flush against his pelvis as he came with a loud, animalistic groan. Thick, hot ropes shot straight down your throat. You choked violently around him, some cum leaking from the corners of your stretched lips, but you swallowed what you could.
He kept you there until the last twitch, then finally pulled out, breathing hard. You coughed harshly, gasping for air, face a ruined, drooling mess of tears, spit, and cum.
Shido stared down at you with pure adoration and lust, thumb smearing the mess across your swollen lips.
“Goddamn… I love you,” he panted, still grinning like a maniac. “…Ready for round two?”
uhh ts feels soo weird asking 😭 but uhh/ can you do fluff its not special or unique n pretty basic but where its like reader s’ nagis gf n shes like on his lap n hes teaching her how to play whatever game hes playing all the time but gets distracted n it turns into like a soft moment🥹 anyw also i lvv your writting btw (◍•ᴗ•◍)
not weird at all! i think i can manage this one i am so sorry for my beloved followers for not posting! i am so busy and such, but i hope i can post more lovely and dark content for you all!
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soft moment w nagi seishiro!
cw: none :P
your fingers relentlessly press on the controller buttons. spamming any combo that you could magically manage to do since you were too lazy to look at the tutorial for the given character you were playing. the npc kept beating you up since it was on hard mode and you kept getting annoyed by the second.
“sei this character sucks.” you grumbled, shifting on his lap as a way to get “serious” though still failing to land a single combo, not that you knew any anyways. your back laying comfortably on his chest with a bit of pressure, hearing a soft “oof” when you landed, sighing in defeat when it got to the last round.
nagis long arms wrapped loosely around your waist, chin atop of your shoulder, resting with half lidded eyes at the bright screen, watching you get absolutely destroyed by the npc. “no you just suck.” he said flatly. blinking at the screen when the words “round 3” appeared. you were 0-2.
“geez you’re supposed to be helping not insulting me.” you said with a faint pout, picking back up the controller, carefully trying to plan out your next moves.
“mmh…you’re supposed to time when you press the buttons. or the combo won’t work.” he mumbles in that low voice right next to your ear. his bigger hands hovering over yours, guiding your thumbs where to press and time. “like this. you keep going too fast. gonna break my controller. hassle to get a new one.”
you try again. copying his movements, or at least attempting to, somewhat pulling a random combo you discovered but failing midway as the npc lands a hit on you. “seeeiii! im dying do something!” you drag out your words for dramatic effect, signaling your upcoming rage.
nagi only lets out a soft sigh, seeing how absolute trash you were, but no real annoyance behind it. just that bored tone he uses with you and everybody else. he only blinks, taking the controller out of your hands softly, once it hit 0-3, dragging it to the empty space of the couch.
his hold on you tightened, nuzzling into your next, nose brushing your skin as he gets a whiff of your scent, breathing you in. his white hair tickles your cheek. “mmh…teaching is a hassle…” he murmurs, lips brushing your neck. “just wanna hold. plus you suck anyways.” he snuck that one in.
you only rolled your eyes, but your heart flipped at his husky voice mumbling against your skin, hands resting on his forearm. “okay you didn’t need to say THAT sei.” you chuckled.
he only shrugged. giving another soft sigh, letting the background music of the game play. “just stay like this. you smell nice and you’re comfy. moving would be a hassle.” humming satisfied.
you smile, leaning back onto his chest more, tired from all of this gaming. “you’re such a baby when you’re clingy y’know that sei?” you let out a soft laugh. your hand ruffling his white locks.
“only with you.” he muffled against your skin, almost in a sleepy way. a hand coming in to slide under the hem of your shirt, resting on the warmth of your tummy. rubbing small circles with his thumb around your hip. planting soft kisses amongst your neck with a small “smooch”.
the silence follows, with the exception of the game music looping quietly as nagis breathing and yours slow. you rest against him with the comforting silence.
“sei.” you whisper after a minute. eyes on the screen.
“hm..?” he lands one more kiss on your neck.
“i love you.”
he’s quiet for a second, before squeezing you tighter against him. ever so gently though.
“love you too…mmh…sleepy. no more talkin…” he rests against your shoulder, cheek pressing against your shoulder blades, slowly closing his eyes till you hear the faint snores of his.
“ah—sei? sei…?” you turn to only view his white hair that covers your view.
“sei did you seriously fall asleep?” then the loud snoring. which you responded with by a chuckle. “my sweet boy. sleep good.” you leaned back gently, eyes slowly descending as you fall into a slumber. the game music still looping quietly in the back, soon followed with a notification, “game paused. close?”
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hello! yes i do! i’m just very busy and have a lot going on ꃋᴖꃋ but i still will continue to write! maybe when i finally have the time, i will be posting! sorry for the delay, currently i am sick so lol
alexis begs you to piss yourself while he fucks you so he can lick it up btw. he’s so desperate for anything you’ll give him n he loves nothing more than worshipping you and making you a mess and cleaning you up <3 lifts your hips up off the bed to pound right into ur g-spot until you’re squirting all over his abs n chest <3 has his tongue hanging out like a dumb dog while this happens in case any reaches his mouth <3
❥ itoshi rin jerking off at the sound of you and his brother fucking.
he knows it’s wrong, you’re his brother’s sweet girlfriend, but he can’t avoid it. it’s 1:00 am, but he can’t sleep since his bedroom is next to sae’s and he can hear every thing. it’s not his fault you’re so loud it feels as if you’re in his room, his bed. and it’s definitely not his fault when he frees his aching cock from his boxers, just begging to be touched.
his head is tilted back against the headboard, his cheeks flushed and his hand wrapped around his thick cock. rin admires his elder brother in every way possible, so he wouldn’t mind fucking his beautiful girl.
“shit— sae! don’t stop!” you whimper loudly, and his dick throbs in his hand, precum spilling over his knuckles. he closes his eyes and imagines you’re fucking him, bouncing on his lap as he sucks your breasts. he’d jerk up his hips to meet yours and stuff you full of his warm cum. he bets your pussy would love it.
he spits on his hand and wraps it again around his shaft, twitching in his hand as his thighs tense up when he hears a loud smack — very likely sae’s hand against your ass — and your sweet whimper.
“j—just like that”, rin swallows, jaw tensing as he pumps faster. he becomes so wrecked, consumed in his fantasy that all he can hear is you. all he can think about is you, you, you. he wonders if you even know that he can hear every moan and word you utter. your demanding mewls of “more!” and your delirious purrs of “mmm... feel s’full.” he can’t tell how his brother managed to pull such a perfect woman — but damn, he’s grateful.
he pants at the thought of your walls engulfing him full. how he would bottom out, his tip would reach your cervix and grind against every right spot.
“good girl. . . such a wonderful girl, cumming for me,” he breathes to himself, eyes still sealed as he gradually moves his hand over his cock to make the most of it, envisioning filling you with his essence until it begins to spill from your delicate cunt.
your cried out moan and a loud smack on your flesh makes him spill on his abs, finishing at the same time as you.
“c’mon, what’s wrong? scared?” shidou giggled, arching his back even further on all fours. you were kneeling behind him on the bed, a palm pressed on his ass, spreading him open slightly.
“don’t test me, ryusei.” you warned, grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside table and using it to slick your strap on.
“you’re taking too long! just put it in already!” shidou pouted all bratty, pushing his ass up and out towards you. you rolled your eyes and placed the blunt head of your fake cock against his furled entrance.
“don’t whine if it hurts.” you punctuated your words with a firm smack to his ass before pushing inside.
shidou’s back arched so obscenely as he felt your plastic cock drag against his sensitive walls, goosebumps forming on his skin at the sensation.
“oh yes! there, there!” he moaned whorishly, eyes rolling back. you grabbed a handful of his dual-tone hair and pulled his hair back, making him arch even more.
“yeah? there? fuckin’ slut, so desperate for my cock.” you slapped both his ass cheeks, your hips rolling into him harder. “your cock—ngh—only your cock! fuck me harder!” shidou cried out, a dumbed out smile on his face.
you drove in deeper, the tip of your strap kissing his pulsing prostate with each upward thrust. “feel that? that’s me beating your g-spot.” you smirked, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him in time with your thrusts.
“fuckk! so good—gonna—!” shidou gasped, fingers digging into the sheets. “cum.” you ordered, twisting your wrist to stroke shidou faster.
he buried his face in a pillow as he came with a loud, keening cry. whole body shaking. his cock twitched madly in your fist, shooting ropes of cum on your fist.
you smiled, satisfied before flipping shidou over on his back. you pressed your soiled fist to his mouth, forcing him to lick it clean.
“still think i’m scared?” you cocked your head to the side, slowly rolling your hips and stirring his insides up. shidou shook his head quick, no.
“good. because i’m hitting it from the front now.”
a/n: for my mootie heh..im really biased if any of my moots submit a req #favouritism
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— a bllk fanfic // domestic fluff & smut with the bllk men.
synopsis: late nights with the blue lock men.
pairing: afab!reader x aged up! rin itoshi, isagi yoichi, sae itoshi, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro.
cw: sub!men??? NOT PROOFREAD. domestic setting. contains mild somnophilia. lazy s*x. org*sms [male only]. thigh-f*cking. t*t-sucking. handj*b. dry-h*mping. c*ckwarming. subby men. d*bcon? pre-established consent.
old m.list | new m.list
★ player 01: isagi yoichi!
you feel isagi slip into the covers behind you. the bedsheet under rustles, the cold engulfs you body for a quick second before he's covering you both up with blanket again. he smells of his bodywash, freshly out of the shower. as he wraps his arm around your waist, he is quick to nuzzle his face into your nape.
you mumble sleepily into the air, "how was practice?"
"mhm, okay." his voice is muffled, sinking deeper into your skin. "how was your day?"
"nothing special." your eyes flutter shut as he pushes your hair to one side and kisses the warm skin at the back of your throat. his kisses are chaste — soft and lingering. one of his palms rubs up and down the curve of your waist, trailing down to your thighs. mindlessly, he's bunching up fabric of your shorts high up to the juncture of your thighs. he kneads the exposed skin, still mumbling sleepily, "missed me today?"
"always." you inhale sharply as his palms wander from your thighs to your hips and back to your inner thighs. he kneads the sensitive skin there, still kissing your throat and jaw so intimately. you feel his shorts rustle behind you, his fumbles with the waistband before quickly letting his erection free. parting your plush thighs, he sandwiches his length in between. his voice comes breathy, "ah, did you meet that deadline?"
you feel him moving behind you, sliding his warm cock in and out between your legs, nudging your clothed sex with lazy strokes. his palm travels up your sleep shirt and sneaks under it to tug on your nipple. you moan lazily, nodding, "mhm. the boss approved my idea."
"attagirl, knew you could— hah— do it." his voice trembles as his pelvis snaps into your quicker. his skin smacks against yours and you tighten your thighs around his length to squeeze him tighter. he groans, "god, you feel so fucking warm, baby."
"yeah?" you're whispering into the air, grinding back into him, "feels good, 'ichi?"
"'sgood." he sighs into the crook of your neck, "could spend a fuckin' lifetime like this, baby."
"what?" you laugh softly, shaking against him, "fucking my thighs?"
he grins against your skin, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling your closer. his breath tickles you as he laughs, "yeah, fucking your thighs like this." he kisses your pulse, squeezing your tits again, "you and me like this. just like this. i'd give up everything to be spend my entire life— fuck." he snaps his hips faster, more animalistic, whining into you with a broken gasp. "exactly like this."
a cashmere smile tugs at your lips, stretching it wide, "even football?"
he bites your neck lazily, his voice breathy and trembling, "e-even football."
his palm interlaces against your own, he licks the spot he bit and increases his pace. his eyes flutter shut and his breath falters as his orgasm approaches. when he cums, his load spills in between your thighs and wets your shorts. he smiles behind you, sheepish, "s-sorry 'bout the mess."
you sigh, blissfully closing your eyes, "i'm tired, ichi."
he lifts his face up to kiss your temple, "i know, baby. me too. let me just quickly clean you off."
you hold his palm in yours tighter, shaking your head and snuggling against his chest deeper, "'s fine. we'd deal with it tomorrow. just stay like this. it's comfy."
he smiles, patting your head twice, "alright. g'night baby. i love you."
you smile back, "love you too, 'ichi."
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★ player 02: rin itoshi!
you're deep into slumber by the time rin itoshi is back from his practice. you vaguely make out the sound of your shared apartment door closing shut, the sound of the shower turning on and the microwave beeping as he reheated his dinner. afterwards, came silence. you almost drift back to sleep by the time rin makes it back to your shared bedroom.
climbing into your bed with nothing but a pair of flimsy sports shorts, you feel the duvet lift up your body and rin slip in. he curls up against you, circling his strong biceps around your stomach and laying his head on top of it. you never get it, why your boyfriend behaves more like a cat than a human being at night. he always claims your stomach was the softest place to rest.
half-asleep and mumbling, you sift your fingers through his hair, "hey, baby."
"hm, hey." rin kisses your stomach, with one of his palms tracing over your stretchmarks. you massage his scalp, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, "how was practice?"
"lukewarm." he rests his cheek on your skin, still tracing patterns with his fingertips. you hear the pinch in his voice. "isagi pissed me off."
"awh?" your words are thick with sleep, "what did he say?"
"nothing i wanna talk about." rin huffs, kissing your skin again. his kisses trail upwards from your navel, lining up and up and up till he was lifting the hem of your tshirt and kissing there. he kisses up your rib cage and under your boobs.
you moan softly, "rin...?"
"need to blow off some steam." he mumbles against your skin, already trailing his lips to the fullness of your chest. his weight settles over you comfortably as his lips circled one of your nipples. he sucked, soft and slow.
"mhm—" you hum, closing your eyes at the warm feeling of his lips against your risen peaks. "feels 'sgood."
rin places kitten licks across your chest, whining into your skin as he alternates between one boob and the other. your hands massage his scalp, "rin, baby— mhm. fuck."
"so fuckin' sweet." he cries against your skin, his pelvis circles yours, his half-hard dick rubbing against your clothed pussy as he sucks on your nipples. his bulge rubs against you and the friction of the motion makes your moan lazily. you bite down your lip, bucking your hips into his erection. he keeps doing as he is, fucking you shallowly and sucking your puffy, sensitive nipples into his warm mouth. he whines, "nghh— i... fuck... you're so soft."
you fall asleep somewhere between the warm feeling of his tongue lapping against your skin, and when you wake up in the middle of the night, you find him deep asleep, with his mouth still lazily pressed against your boobs. you stroke his cheek, "g'night, rinnie. i love you."
he shifts against your chest, tightening his hold against your body as he snuggles into you. his voice is raspy as he pulls up the duvet higher against you two, "mhm. love you too."
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★ player 03: sae itoshi!
sae itoshi is already asleep by the time you're back from work. he cracks open an eye as the rustling of the bedsheet. on instinct, he opens his arms up, inviting you into his embrace. you settle over him with a long sigh, nustling your cheek against his chest and mumbling, "you asleep?"
"hm." he's humming half-heartedly, already off to sleep. his palm rubs up and down your body in a comforting rhythm, low voice coming cracked and unused, "had dinner?"
you giggle against him, the sound reverberating against his chest, "yes." carefully, your hands slip under his shirt. sae lets out a big sigh, "what're... you upto now..?"
before he can fully protest, you're stroking his soft skin and trailing your palm down his body. slipping under his waistband, you paw at his half-erect cock. he shudders at the feeling of your hand tighten around his tip, "hah- you... love."
you're shushing him, "let me. please." blinking up your eyes to look at his face. his eyes are shut, long lashes fanning across his cheeks as the heat swims across his cheekbones. his bottom lip trembles slightly, shoulders slumping into the pillow in surrender, "okay."
your wrist flicks up and down, tugging along his sensitive cock in a steady rhythm that has sae bucking his hips up into your firm grasp. his cheeks pink, adam's apple jumping, and bottom lip cherry-red as he holds in the wayward moans tumbling out, "f-fuuck. you're so... god, so soft."
you laugh airily as you quicken your pace, tightening your grip around his tip to coax an orgasm out of him, just to stop it before he can tip over the edge.
sae laughs at the sudden obstruction, his eyes clenching shut. his words are thick with sleep, "stop playing, babe."
"whaaaat." you're dragging your palm up and down again, resuming that cruel rhythm that has him unraveling again. his thighs clench under you, his jaw ticks, and you see his hands fist the comforter. a low groan kisses your ears, "fuck. i- so close." he mumbles.
"does it feel good?" you ask, lifting your face upto his and slotting your lips against his in a chaste kiss. he exhales into you, shuddering, "y-yeah. always does."
you giggle at his earnest response, "is my hand better than yours—?"
he cracks open one eye, "i wouldn't go as far to say that."
and you're thumbing his tip at the response, pouting, "really? should I stop then—?"
a needy whine rips out of sae itoshi, something that is quick and primal, "no. fuck— no. keep going."
though you pout, you flick your wrists faster. your palm squeezes against the veins and ridges so well, and his pre coats his length, acting as a lubricant. you quickly up and down, and up and down, and up and down—
"fuuuck." sae breaths heavily, his thighs trembling as a pool of white flows down his tip in spontaneous spurts and pools at his base. you feel his cock twitch under you, spluttering out more and more till you're grinning, "you okay, babe?"
sae finally flutters opens his eyes, giving you a resigned look, "you know, I'll have to wash the sheets and comforter now."
"tch." you roll your eyes, bringing up your own palm to your mouth and licking leisurely, "live a little, itoshi."
"tch." he bites back with an attitude, "i forget you're a dirty girl." he sighs, "now help me change the sheets."
you stick your tongue out, "you're no fun."
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★player 04: oliver aiku!
by the time oliver aiku has entered your shared apartment, you have already carefully tucked your vibrator back to the bedside table. it's not like your boyfriend was insecure of a bunch of toys, no it was more that he would make fun of you for the rest of your days for how needy you were, couldn't even wait for him.
so, by the time he has taken a shower and slipped inside your bed, you pretend to be asleep.
"hey, ma." his voice is gentle, pulling you into him by his beefy arms. he nuzzles his face into your neck and you're overwhelmed by the smell of his bodywash. you mumble, "you smell nice."
"awh, thanks doll." he presses a kiss to your cheek, "how was your day?"
"was okay..." you trail off. he presses another soft kiss, "what were you doing before i came?"
"just sleepin'." you lie through your teeth, fixing your face into his chest to avoid his gaze.
"hm?" he leisurely hums, "my girl's sleepy?" you nod, but aiku's already grinning, "it's just I happened to get a notification on my app. about that vibrator of yours? the one that can operated from my phone?"
your eyes blow open but you don't meet his eyes, "must have been a glitch...?"
"ah?" but he's already sinking his doughy fingertips past your shorts and teasing your slit, gathering your slick into his fingertips. you jolt at the feeling of his fingers against your overstimulated pussy. "is your cute cunt lying to me then, ma?"
in a moment, he's slotting one of his muscular thighs between your legs, "if you were so needy, should have told me."
"aiku..." you mumble, feeling him nudge the muscle in between the folds. he rocks you softly against his leg, "go on, get yourself off. i know you want to."
and so, you're lazily humping his thighs, burying your face into his chest and looping your arms around him in a hug. he lets you use him, let's you rock yourself against him until your breath is stuttering and you're holding himself tighter, "f-fuck... baby 'm gonna— gonna cum."
"yeah," he grins, "attagirl. c'mon."
your body jerks against him, panties and shorts soaking through as your essence rubs against his thighs. once you've calm down, oliver presses a kiss to your temple, "needy girl. should have just waited for me, huh?"
and you know he's gonna tease you about this endlessly from tomorrow onwards, but for now, he's removing his slotted leg from between you and pulling you into a hug, "c'mon, go to sleep, doll. must be tired."
"mhm. goodnight, aiku."
"g'night, doll."
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★player 05: michael kaiser!
your boyfriend claims he can't sleep until he has you in his arms, till he can feel your soft breath fall in line with yours, so, you often find michael kaiser staying up till you're back from work.
so it was a surprise to come back from your staff dinner and find him already asleep. once you had cleaned yourself up, you slipped into your bed as silently as possible, afraid to wake him up.
but it was no use, as soon as your body weight dipped the mattress, kaiser was cracking open an eye, beckoning you over, "you're back, schatz?"
"mhm." you lay next to him, positioning yourself a bit higher so he can cuddle into you as the little spoon, "go to sleep, micha. i'm right here."
kaiser presses his face into the swell of your chest, inhaling, "missed you s'much."
you run your hands through his hair, "me too, micha—...?" your voice trails off, soft and caught off-guard as you feel kaiser press his erection against your body. he whines, "talk to me 'bout your day. please."
"oh, well..." you feel his hip rut against your soft body in desperate lurches. you massage his scalp, closing your eyes to recall your day. "you know nicole? the one from marketing? yeah, she was being very weird at the dinner. i think it's because she broke up with her boyfriend, ryan. that's the guy that works in HR."
kaiser let's out a shaky exhale, his hips catching their lace quicker against your body, "y-yeah? and?"
you feel his body grow more desperate, his hips fastening to catch the friction from your body against his. he presses his face further into your tits, breathing hard against the swell of your chest. "and, then alex asked her what was going on and she said nothing."
"y-yeah?" he barely manages, his voice coming muffled against your chest, "how... how weird."
"uh-huh." you nod along, feeling his hips falter and grow irregular. his breathing grows harder, and the pants are all you two can hear in the room. you ask, gently, "are you gonna cum, micha?"
he nods, feverish, "y-yeah. keep talking— ah, keep talking. please. need to hear you—!"
your gentle voice lulls him into a sense of security, "y'know, i missed you so much today. kept thinking about you the entire time through dinner—"
"f-fuck, really?" he's licking your pert nipple through your shirt, latching his lips around you as he keeps rutting like an animal in heat. you coo, "yes, baby."
and before you know it, he's groaning into your tshirt and soiling his pants with a thick load of his cum. you feel the wet patch blossom against his sleep shorts as he shudders and nudges his face into you. a sigh escapes him, "t-thanks."
you sift your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his head, "what for? go change and then, we can sleep."
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★player 06: nagi seishiro!
it takes your boyfriend approximately 1.5 minutes to be fully asleep. you haven't even turned around to give him one last kiss before he's snoring. tonight, however, things are different.
you expect nagi seishiro to come back from a late night practice, refuse to even shower before he's kicking off his shoes and plopping down on the bed, next to you. instead, nagi comes and makes his way to shower after a quick greeting. you wait in bed and soon enough, your boyfriend is climbing in behind you, freshly showered and completely shirtless.
he wraps his big, burly arms around your waist, rubbing your soft skin with his hard muscles as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. you sigh, breath slow, "how was your day, baby?"
"mhm." is all you get from his side before he's sinking his face deeper into your neck and biting. "sei—?" you lose your voice as one of his hands pulls down your shorts by the hem. he takes them off your legs, picking one of your thighs higher as he tugs down his own shorts. the entire time he face stays buried against the neck. you feel his hot breath on your pulse, "need you."
you jut your ass back into him, giving him quick access as he guides his cockhead into your hole. it's hard for his length to bury within you without any prep, so, he goes slow. with every inch in, nagi's breath quickens. you yelp and pushes your face to the pillow, stuffing your mouth full with the fabric to quieten you. he groans, "sorry, sorry. can't wait today. sorry."
he opens your thighs wider, rutting in slow circles to ease his cock inside your pussy. you mewl into the pillow and once nagi is buried to the hilt, he stalls. you pant into the familiar fabric, "m-move, sei—?"
"no." he kisses your neck, "wanna stay like this. jus' like this."
you bite back lazily, "how fuckin' lazy."
he kisses your jaw next and you feel him smile against your skin, "not lazy. your pussy feels so good like this. don't wanna move."
and so, nagi seishiro falls asleep with his length stiff stuffing your warm orifice. in the middle of the night, your sleep is interrupted by the feeling of something filling you up again. he mumbles from behind you, words heavy with sleep, "slipped out accidentally. just slipping back in. go back to sleep, baby."
you mumble, "goodnight, sei."
"mhm. night."
a.n: not my usual hardcore smut. not proofread. enjoy the filth. that being said, i have no idea what I want my usual roster to be for bllk. any characters you guys wanna particularly see?
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“would this be a good idea?” sae asked, holding up the bottle of strawberry lube to his gaze, reading the contents. you were smiling all sweet, nodding excitedly.
“yeah! trust me”
maybe he shouldn’t have trusted you, because fuck. you were going absolutely crazy on his dick.
sae was gripping the sheets for dear life, his throat was raw from moaning and grunting so much. you just wouldn’t take his dick out of your mouth at all!
he had cum twice by now, maybe thrice? he didn’t know. it felt like you were on a drug but no, it was just the lube.
“shoo yummy..” you giggled deliriously, slapping his lube and spit-slicked cock on your cheek, smearing the precum leaking from his tip all over your cheek and mouth.
the lube really did wonders to enhance the taste of his fat dick, as if he didn’t already taste good enough, now he tasted sweeter. you took his girthy member back into your mouth and began bobbing your head again.
sae’s toes curled and useless, needy whimpers spilled from his mouth. every bob of your head on his cock pushed the tip into your tight throat and then back out. tears pricked his waterline, you were sucking his soul out through his dick.
you pulled off his cock with a pant, chest heaving, grabbing the lube from the bedside table and popping the cap open to drizzle some more onto sae’s pretty, drooly cockhead.
“oh ffuck—princesa..” sae hissed at the feeling of the cold liquid on the hot, throbbing skin of his dick. you wrapped your hands around his cock and began smearing the lubricant into his flesh.
you took his cock back into your mouth, tongue swirling around the flesh. feeling up the pulsing veins running along the surface of his dick. you barely even gagged as you hungrily sucked his cock, cheeks hollowed out and drool dripping from your mouth, spit-bubbles forming around the corners of your lips.
sae’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling harshly but it only encouraged you to go even harder. you buried your face into his crotch, nuzzling against his happy trail while you deepthroated him, your throat muscles choking his cock.
“mmh—! cumming!” sae bucked his hips up, fucking your face as he chased his orgasm. you gurgled and gagged as he did so, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.
sae shot his load deep into your throat, the sticky liquid running down the walls of your oesophagus. some of it spilling out around his shaft. you gulped it down greedily, making sure not to waste a single drop of his sweet, strawberry-laced cum.
sae pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, groaning at the loss of your warm mouth.
you grabbed the lube again, smirking as you popped the cap yet again. sae flinched at the noise, but he was completely helpless to your whims.
you were definitely going to make him shoot blanks.
a/n: whiny overstimmed sae is the key to world peace
2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
sae never really spends alot of time with you because he is almost always out and about, playing matches in different countries. when he does come home, you want to spend every single living moment with him.
so, being the world’s best girlfriend you are, you have to complete your duty to help him out with his morning wood!
“mmh..” sae fluttered his eyes open when he felt something warm and hot wrap around his cock. he looked down to see your face buried in his crotch, mouth hollowed out and sucking on his fat cock.
sae didn’t say anything, only reached down to place a large firm hand on the crown of your head to push your head further down until you could feel his heavy shaft in your throat, eliciting a gag from you. he licked his lips, watching you nuzzle into his pubes and drool around his dick.
“mhm..attagirl.” sae rasped out, his voice syrupy and deep from sleep. it made your cunt flutter and slick in your sleep shorts, dampening the fabric.
oh, you could do this every morning.
𐀔 shidou ryusei
shidou has the most chronic case of morning wood till date. he physically cannot wake up without a massive, swinging boner which is why he prefers sleeping naked. apart from being able to feel your bare skin against his, he can also rub his cock against your thigh in his sleep.
“c’mon princess..wake up..let me love on you a little..” shidou grinded against your thigh, his bare cock sitting heavy on your flushed skin. “ryuu’ go to bed..” you tried turning around but shidou held you firmly in place.
“then just let me do all the work, please sweet girl.” shidou wasn’t better than begging when he wanted something bad. you just sighed and gave in, shidou immediately grinned gleefully.
it was four in the morning but shidou was fucking your thighs like his life rode on it. his large palms gripped the doughy meat of your thighs, cock slipping in and out of the gap between your thighs and pussy.
“you told me to go to bed mm? but look at this little cunt. ‘s fucking soaking my dick.” shidou panted, tongue between his teeth. he slapped your thighs and kneaded them harsh enough to sting, “ryuu—!” you gasped, your pussy was absolutely drenched. strings of your slick sticking to the veiny surface of shidou’s cock.
“i love these thighs—oh ffucck mama..”
𐀔 nagi seishiro
nagi is..a strange being. he would be sleeping like a log but his dick would still be bricked like a bitch in his sweatpants. and what good would it be if you didn’t help him out with it?
you straddled nagi’s hips while he slept, you looked down at his handsome sub-conscious face and began to hike the hem of your nightgown up your thighs.
you were already soaked, the damp gusset of your panties clinging to your cunt. you slid them to the side, whimpering softly as the cold air of the room hit your sensitive pussy.
you pushed nagi’s sweatpants down, freeing his cock from its confines. oh fuck, you salivated at the sight. it was fat and delicious, the mushroom tip flushed a pretty pink and drooling pre which trailed down to his balls. it bobbed heavy against his stomach and reached upto his belly button.
you could barely wrap your fist around it, the plump hot flesh filled out your fist with still much left. you maneuvered your hips until you were sitting on his cock, your labia parting as you rubbed yourself against his dick.
you didn’t put it inside you, you just sat on it. your cunt was dripping on his cock, mixing with his precum creating a filthy mixture of your juices. you could feel his veins drag against your sensitive folds and it made you mewl.
“s-sei’..” the feeling of your pussy fluttering on and drowning his dick broke him out of his sleep. “princess what are you doing..” he mumbled, voice thick with lingering sleep as his big palms rubbed his sleep-crusted eyes.
“you were hard..i wanted to help you out..” you whimpered, back arching as you rubbed your pussy up and down his length. nagi grabbed your hips with a low groan and lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you.
it slipped in completely with a lewd ‘shlick’ sound making you gasp so pretty. your juices dripped down his cock whilst his big palms completely enveloped your waist, he began bouncing you up and down on his thick member, using you as a living fleshlight.
“mm..’s much better, now keep riding me like this. ‘m going back to bed.”
𐀔 michael kaiser
kaiser never really had morning wood before, atleast none that you knew of. so when today he sleeps in with an obvious tent in his pajamas, how are you supposed to resist playing with him a little?
“mihya..” you cooed softly, your small hands pumping kaiser’s cock in steady strokes, it barely fit in your hands despite using both of them. kaiser stirred awake with a muffled moan, blinking his bleary eyes.
“schatz—oh schieße..” kaiser threw his head back against the pillows at the feel of your soft, warm hands around his throbbing flesh. “fuckin’ nasty little slut..can’t even let me sleep..” kaiser cursed, chuckling.
“you call me nasty when you’re the one with a hard-on, mihya.” you smirked, pressing a hot kiss to the flushed crown of kaiser’s cock. “and you’re the one jacking me off, liebe. so who’s really the nasty one?” kaiser retorted.
you rolled your eyes playfully and kaiser reached out to wrap his larger, inked hand around your two smaller ones, guiding you on how to stroke him better.
kaiser threw his head back with a low, throaty sigh. “that’s it..”
2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
♰ note: i've been having unholy thoughts of feral/muzzled!shidou for the longest time now and was ITCHING to write this i stg that image of him in the manga in the straight jacket made ME feral. (spoilerss?????? ig???? not rlly???) but uhhh yeah, enjoy!
sypnosis: you want to try something different in the bedroom. your boyfriend is not happy about it in the slightest.
wc: 4.8k
content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. fem/fem-bodied reader. switch!reader. switch!ryusei. bondage. use of handcuffs. use of a muzzle/restraint mask. use of cock rings. implied thick/chubby!reader. SHIDOU RYUSEI HIMSELF. feral!ryusei. slight pet play(?) (idk u make him whimper for u and refer to him as a dog/mutt). degradation. orgasm denial/edging. dry orgasms. ball-sucking. unprotected sex. big dick!ryu agenda! cervix-fucking. squirting. rough sex. dacryphilia. spanking. choking. creampie/breeding. cursing. excessive mentions of drool/saliva/spitting. groping. hair pulling. ONE cock slap.꒷꒦
“Babe, is all of this really necessary?”
Ryusei sighed in a bored tone as you clicked the second pair of fuzzy handcuffs around his slender wrist. You rolled your eyes as you straddled his naked waist, trying to figure out how to cuff the other end of the fluffy device to your shared headboard. He has been asking questions like this ever since you first suggested letting you top him.
Handcuffs, babe, really?
A cock ring—what is that supposed to be for?
Is that . . . Is that a muzzle?
Despite the fact that it seemed like he was asking you a never-ending stream of questions, you knew it was just his feeble attempt to try and sway you. It wouldn’t. However, you thought it was funny because, when you first suggested it, he was ecstatic at the prospect of you on top. He was, however, immediately protesting it after noticing all of the little toys and trinkets you pulled out to use on him. A black restraint mask that was intended to cover the lower half of his face and reveal his scowling lips, as well as handcuffs, a cock ring, and other items. It was no secret that he loved touching you, biting you, breeding you, and ravishing you any chance he got, and the fact that all of the items you brought prevented him from doing as he pleased annoyed him to no end.
Whatever the case, the mere thought of you domming him was enough to make him put up with this torture.
After figuring out how to cuff the handcuff to the bed, you grabbed both of Ryusei’s wrists and gave them a few firm tugs to make sure that they wouldn’t come undone. He, on the other hand, was more focused on your attire: a set of hot pink lacy lingerie that matched his eyes and perfectly complemented your skin tone. The sight of your full breasts dangling in his face was enough to arouse him, and the feeling of your thighs pressing against his sides had his semi-hard cock already straining against the fabric of his thin boxers.
Reaching to your side, you grabbed the black muzzle/mask that resembled the one he wore while being restrained in blue lock and secured it to his face. You noticed the irritated furrow of his brow, how his fuschia hues cast themselves elsewhere, away from you, and the way the corner of his lips pulled downward in an unamused frown. You could not help but giggle at him, finding it hilarious that your boyfriend was pouting so much over the fact that he could not touch you.
Placing two fingers along the side of his jaw, you turned his head to face your own, relishing in the way he purposely forced his eyes away from you so that he didn’t have to meet your gaze. “Aww, no need to look so pouty, Ryu.” You teased, mimicking his pout with a mocking one of your own. “Is the muzzle too tight on you, doggy?”
That caught his attention. His previously bored expression abruptly changed to one of vexation as his eyes darted to yours in a ferocious glare. His teeth bared at you from the mask's tiny bars, sharp canines clenched together from his indignation. He jostled under you in an attempt to lunge for you, but the cuffs held him taut.
Had he not been restrained, you knew that it would’ve been over for you if he managed to get his hands on you. You shifted your hips back to press down against his bulge, both of your hands resting against his muscled chest as you balanced yourself on top of him. Whatever curses he had on the verge of forming on his lips had died into a strangled moan. The sensation of your clothed pussy being pressed against his sensitive shaft had him reeling almost instantly into submission, causing you to smirk in triumph. He was always so easy to control when he was horny.
“That’s what I thought, pup.” You jabbed, patting him (condescendingly) lovingly atop his head, to which he responded with a small growl.
“Don’t push it, angel.”
Grinning impishly, you planted a kiss atop his mask, right where his lips should have been. From there, you continued to leave a trail of hot, slow kisses down his jaw, neck, chest, and abs until you reached your destination. Your minxish eyes locked onto his as your digits threaded themselves into the boxer's waistband. You then gently kissed the area where his tip, which was already dripping and staining the fabric, strained against the boxers. He tossed his head back with a groan, his cock twitching before you with anticipation. As you slowly pulled his boxers down his thighs, his cock would spring free, nearly slapping against your nose as it swayed erotically against Ryusei’s pelvis.
You couldn’t help but coo, watching as he twitched pathetically in front of you, aching for your touch. “You poor, poor thing. Already so pent up, and I’ve barely started touching you yet.” He didn’t respond to you, his hips bucking towards your face as you could feel his thighs spasming beneath you. “Too bad, you won’t be able to cum until I say so~.” Reaching into your collection of trinkets, you pulled out a pink silicone cockring and pinched it between your fingertips, holding it up tauntingly for him to see while sitting between his legs.
Ryusei reacted to this by whimpering indignantly, clenching his fists in the cuffs, and shaking his head with desperation. “B-Babe, c’mon. You don’t have ta’ do all of this.” He tried to reason with you, but you weren’t budging.
“Oh, but I do, Ryu~!” As you spoke, your voice was ablaze with glee. With one hand holding the base of his cock, you forced it to rise while using the other to place the cockring on his sensitive tip and roll it down at a rather agonizingly slow pace. The feeling of the tight ring sliding down his cock caused the blonde to hiss in both discomfort and pleasure as his heels dug into the bed and his hips bucked into your touch. “Think of it as my revenge for all the times you roped me into your horny little exhibitionist habits.”
“Oh, I’ll show you ‘revenge’ you little—”
You cut him off, unamused, with a firm squeeze of your digits around the cockring, making him toss his head back and cry out—a silent reminder that you were the one in control here. His cock twitched, his blushed tip turning an even darker shade of red as he was obviously pent up beyond relief.
“F-Fuck, fuck, okay! Y-Y/N, please, just do something!” He pleaded as he writhed beneath your now delicate touch, his hips thrusting into the air dryly. “Feels like I’m bouta’ explode here…”
Since you had already planned to do so, you decided to comply with his desperate pleas. You lean toward the underside of his cock and his two hairless balls, which have started to swell with his virile seed. You parted your lips, allowing your drooling tongue to lick over the seam of those fat orbs, drowning them with your skillful muscle and affection. Wrapping your lips around one of them, you suctioned it into your mouth, sensually rolling it around your tongue with a gentle hum that shot to his cock before moving on to the next one. Ryusei hissed, panting, his heels dug into the sheets, peering down at you through his blurry vision as you pleasured his balls.
You met his gaze with a wink as you placed a kiss on either one before proceeding upwards, slobbering along the underside of his length with your pillowy orifice until you reached his destined tip. Almost immediately, your soft brims enveloped around his cock, drawing inch by inch into your accommodating throat. Ryusei, the greedy slut that he was, started to desperately hump your face in an attempt to release the pressure he was feeling, but his efforts were in vain. While he was strong, he was heavily restrained in this position, and with your body weight pressing against his hips to keep them down, there was not much he could do.
“F-Fuck, babe, I-I can’t. Ngh, p-please. Your mouth feels s’fuckin’ good . . “ He babbled, drool pooling from his whimpering brims. He looked so pretty like this, begging for more, his face flushed as fat tears pooled in the corners of his eyes—you wanted to ruin him.
“Eyes on me, Ryu.” You ordered, your thumb rolling teasingly along his sensitive tip, and he tried. He really, really tried, but he was so stimulated that he couldn’t stop them from crossing and rolling in the back of his head. “C-Caan’t~!” He whined helplessly, his hips thrusting into your touch. “Y/N, I-I’m gonna…”
“I know, baby, do it. Come undone for me…” You purred as you wrapped your lips around his tip once more, this time going so far as to take him all the way to his base in one stroke, your pretty nose pressing against his pelvis and his fine patch of blonde hair. He throbbed against your soft tongue, his balls clenching and pulsing against your chin.
“T-The ring! God. Please, Y/N. Move the ring! W-Wanna cum down your throat . . . make a pretty mess of that f-fucking gorgeous face.”
You hummed with amusement, pulling your mouth off of his cock so that you could shake your head at him. Smirking sinfully, you sat up straight and vigorously pumped his shaft, much to his dismay. “Nu-uh. You can cum just like this baby or not at all.” More tears streamed from his eyes as you grinned cruelly at him, and his brims ripped with a howl of frustration and ecstasy.
“Y-Y/N, you f-fucking bi—” Your other hand cupped his balls while your busy hand tightened the squeeze on his cock, moving more forcefully. You're practically milking him now. “Ahn, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck~!”
As his orgasm finally overcame him, he abruptly lost his voice and began to violently convulse. His hips trembled and twitched in your hands. His thighs shook against yours as his back arched upward and his fists gripped the chains of the fuzzy handcuffs. His lips were drooling with saliva as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, and a series of whiny whimpers and moans escaped him. His body thrashed as he struggled to wriggle free of your vice grip, which was still relentlessly pumping him throughout his dry orgasm. As his release reverberated through him, you could feel his balls clench and his cock pulse in your palm, shooting fictitious ropes of cum. Funnily enough, despite his intense "cumming," he still remained rock-hard, with his cock still standing proud in your palm.
“You look so pretty like this, Ryu~” You purred, admiring his thoroughly blissed out expression. His eyes were unfocused and half-lidded, his cheeks were flushed a deep maroon, and his lips were glossy from drool and tinged red and swollen from him biting them. But when he heard your voice, he seemed to return to reality. "Y–Y/N . . . Let me the fuck out of these things now, or so help me, I will fucking murder you," he snarled, his teeth baring once again and his eyes narrowing into a furious glare as he tried to break free of his handcuffs and lunge at you.
His tone was serious, as were his words, but you knew he wouldn’t actually kill you . . . maybe.
You sighed, shaking your head a verbal rampage of swears and half-hearted threats continued to escape his lips. You raised your hand, placing a firm smack against his cock, the appendage slapping against his thigh with an audible “plap”. His body twitched once more, and he let out a mix of a snarl and a throaty groan simultaneously.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Ryu. You’re acting like some untamed mutt.” You muttered, enjoying in amusement at how his expression appeared to flare more from his outrage.
You stood on your knees between his legs, turning around so that your rear was facing him. Your thumbs hooked into the waistband of your lacey panties, sliding them down teasingly at an agonizing pace. When Ryusei saw your ample rear exposed to him, you could hear his breath catch in his throat. However, what really got his attention were the thin threads of translucent arousal that still connected your puffy folds to your panties. Of course, you would become aroused by his torment.
“Fortunately, I already possess the ideal remedy for taming feral creatures like you~.” You turned back to face him, crawling up his body until you were straddling his waist once more. Reaching for the restraint mask, you undid the buckle behind his mask, allowing it to slide away from his face and reveal the full extent of his drool-stained lips and chin. You smirked slyly as you balled up the panties in one hand and grabbed Ryusei's cheeks in the other, squeezing until his jaw finally gave way enough for you to stuff your panties into his mouth. He was glowering at you with promised malice. You were certain that if looks could kill, you would be long dead, but so be it. You leaned down and gently kissed his nose, to which he growled in response.
Returning to your original position lower on his body, you turned around so that he would be able to see your ass perfectly as you straddled his waist. Your digits took hold of his sensitive length and guided it up to your plump folds as your hips rose, before slowly and delightfully lowering yourself onto it. Both of you released guttural moans from the intrusion as Ryusei’s cock filled you inch by inch until you had finally settled on his hilt. The feeling of being filled to the brim by his cock elicited nothing but a loud, pornographic mewl of absolute ecstasy from your lips. Behind you, you could hear your partner making strangled groans, and you could feel him trembling beneath you. He was pleading with you to move, to do anything, from behind the makeshift gag. Of course, you willingly obliged because you were as desperate as he was.
You made an arch in your back and began to rock your hips back and forth and up and down along his cock, your hands on his thighs, as you began to ride him within an inch of his life. Your ass pounded rhythmically on his pelvis, the rather obscene sound reaching both of your ears as it reverberated off the bedroom walls, encouraging you to go faster and harder. When you heard Ryusei's choked and muffled groans, you couldn't help but clench tightly around his cock. His inability to do anything but watch as your ass rippled against his pelvis while pinned beneath you, along with the sensation of his cock hitting those deep sweet spots inside of you, enthralled you with euphoria. You could tell he was getting ready for another dry release because you could feel his still-sensitive cock throbbing inside of you with need and because of the way he suddenly began to thrash behind you.
“Settle down, Ryu.” You chided gently through your breathless pants and pleasured moans, slowing your pace so you could instead rock your hips along his own, grinding yourself delightfully against him. “Or else I might not let you—”
SNAP!
“. . .Cum.”
Your hips slowed to a halt, breath catching in your throat as the sound of something metallic snapping was audible. You were not a moron; you were perfectly aware of what that noise was. You slowly turned to look over your shoulder at the offender as if it were a scene from a horror film, only to find that your worst suspicions had been proven correct. Ryusei sat partially upright, one end of the fuzzy cuffs still fastened to the bed, it’s chain severed, and the other still connected to his wrist—his chest rising and falling erratically from his heavy panting. His face contorted into a mask of fury, his brows furrowing in a dark storm. His eyes were wild and alight with some kind of feral sadistic glee, blazing with an intensity that was both frightening and arousing. His lips were furrowed between a joker-like grin and a ferocious snarl as his sharp canines bared along the fabric of your panties, which were still balled in his mouth.
Oh, he was going to fuck you up.
“R-Ryusei . . .” You stuttered, your voice soft and already pleading, as though you were trying to reason with a feral beast.
His movements were nearly faster than sound, and he remained silent as his now-unbound hand grabbed the wrist that was still restrained and pulled it free with a single, powerful tug.
He was free.
Silence filled the room you two were in as neither of you uttered a word—you not daring to speak, and Ryusei was too busy savoring your fear to ruin his moment. Panic etched deep lines onto your face as your heart skipped a beat, and terror surged through your veins like ice. His cock, still nestled deep inside of you, twitched. He was getting aroused by this.
You scrambled to get off of him, like an imaginary gunshot signaling the start of the race, with every intention of running as far away from him as you could, but it was futile. You could not compare to him in terms of strength or speed. The instant you turned to flee, he was tackling you down to the mattress, causing you to scream in a combination of surprise and terror.
“Oh, nah, baby. Where you goin’?” He started after removing his panties from your mouth, placing them mockingly beside your head as he pressed his full weight into you. He had a hand placed firmly between your shoulder blades, and both of his thighs were caging your own to keep you pinned beneath him. “You don’t get to put me through all of this shit.” He paused, giving you a harsh thrust to accentuate his point, which drew a breathless gasp from you. “And think that you get to run away with your tail tucked between these pretty legs.” He snarled, leaning so close to you that you could feel his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
“R-Ryu, I-I’m sorry!” You whined as you writhed beneath him, attempting to save yourself from whatever impending hell he was going to put you through.
He cackled deviously, tossing his head back in pure, unadulterated lunacy while he pulled his cock from your dripping folds. “Oh, are you?” He would inquire, a faux pout on his lips as he grabbed that stupid ring you had on his cock and pulled it free with a grunt despite the pain. “Ohh, fuck yeah. Can finally breathe.” He breathed as pre drooled from his tip.
“Y-Yes! I just wanted to have a little fun with yo—”
He interrupted you with a hard smack to your ass, causing you to sob aloud. “Fun? You call that fun, babe?” He snarled, fisting at your tresses and yanking your head back so that your ear was once again against your lips. “I’ll show you fuckin’ fun.”
You squealed as his two large, strong hands seized your hips, forcing you to rest on your knees. Before you could regain your bearings, his hand pressed against the back of your skull and pushed your face harshly into the sheets. Once in position, he pressed his hips against your own, laying his cock over your ass and thrusting languidly against your pillowy cheeks. He took two large handfuls of your rear and began groping and kneading the flesh with his hands, giving you a few heavy smacks here and there until your cheeks were turning red and you were a whimpering mess.
“Such a pretty ass here you have, baby.” As his thrusting grew faster between your cheeks, you felt the blunt head of his tip press against your puckered hole. “Maybe I’ll have fun with you here instead…”
Your breath hitched in your throat, craning your head to the side so that you could see him peering down maliciously at you from over the swell of your ass. You were no stranger to Ryusei's sex escapades, but anal was something the two of you had yet to explore because the thought of all the preparation and pain frightened you to the core. He was aware of this, which is why his grin became more deviant when your eyes met and he noticed the worried gaze.
“Ryu, n-no, I-I can’t, I’m not ready—!”
He tossed his head back with malicious laughter once more, clearly enjoying your torment as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against your puckered hole, but he never applied enough force to break the resistance.
“You’re so pretty, y’know that, princess?” One of his hands left your ass to seize your hair in a vice-like grip again, pulling you up so that your back was flush against his chest. His other hand reached for your chin, lanky digits gripping your cheeks and puckering your lips in an adorable manner. It was undeniable how his fuschia hues seemed to glow brighter with desire at the sight of your soft, glossy brims. “Makes me wanna fuck ya up even more . . “
He grumbled, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate liplock. It was clumsy, messy, and full of lewd tongue-to-tongue contact between Ryusei and you. He claimed your brims, ramming his long tongue deeper into your drooling maw as his tongue tangled with your own. He drew it out of your mouth, sharp incisors gnawing teasingly on the soft muscle while greedy brims sucked hungrily on your flesh, eager for more of your taste. It was hard to breathe. He was suffocating you, and yet you were enjoying every minute of it.
When he finally pulled away, several thin strings of drool connected your lips to his own, to which he would grin and place another sloppy smooch on your lips again. Keeping your lips puckered, he would apply more pressure to your cheeks until your pliant jaw fell slack. He pursed his own lips, drawing up saliva in his mouth, before his long tongue saliciously lulled out of his mouth, globs of drool rolling from his maw and into your own, which you would obediently swallow, having performed this action for him plenty of times before.
“Atta girl.” He chuckled, placing two firm smacks against your round cheeks, making you keen and flinch. “Such an obedient little slut, f’me.”
The hand in your hair jerked you around again, forcing you back into the sheets before you could protest as he pressed his full weight against you, hips flush against yours—the ideal position for a prone bone. Keeping you pinned beneath him, he raised his hips so that he could line himself up with your entrance before slowly, tantalizingly sinking the entirety of his length into you. The position, combined with the delectable curve of Ryusei's cock, had you gasping with delight as you felt his cock caressing the deepest parts of you.
“Hah, shit~.” He drawled into your ear as his hips suddenly slammed forward with a single, savage thrust. His glans slammed into your cervix in a single smooth thrust, digging into the squishy entrance to your womb as if trying to pry you open, his cock's curves perfectly hugged by the pleats and folds of your pussy. His pace was sloppy and uncoordinated at first—each roll of his hips was frenzied and rough, as if the only thing on his mind was punishing your poor little pussy for the torment you had inflicted on him only moments before.
Your cries and wails of pleasure echoed off your walls, and you made a mental note to make amends to your neighbors later in the week. However, you were too preoccupied with Ryusei's cock bullying into your pussy to think about anything else.
The hand that forced your head into the sheets was snaking itself around your neck, the crease of his forearm and elbow resting snugly against your windpipe as he began to squeeze. To add to his brutality, he balled the fist of the arm that held you taught and used his other crease to pull it back, effectively locking you into an unforgiving headlock that made your toes curl and your moans catch in your throat. You couldn’t breathe, but damn did it feel good.
“What was it that you called me, babe?” He snarled beneath a mix of heavy grunts and growls, his teeth scraping against the shell of your ear. “A ‘mutt’ was it? Hm?” He inquired, applying more pressure to your throat as he continued to rut relentlessly against your ass, audible claps sounding with each pound. “Well, woof, woof, bitch.”
His words made you whimper as your cheeks burned with shame. You felt a tinge of regret, but it was quickly overshadowed by the immense pleasure you felt. As his grip tightened on you, your nails bit into his forearms, scratching against his bronzed flesh. You clenched around him, your lips forming a perfect 'o' shape as black spots darted across your vision—the asphyxiation only added to your pleasure.
“S-So fuckin’ tight now.” He groaned blissfully, loosening his grip so that you wouldn’t pass out when he noticed you beginning to go limp. With your newly acquired oxygen, you gasped for air and cried out in pleasure, fat tears welling up in your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “Gonna milk every last drop out of me, aren’t ya? Greedy slut.”
“Yes, yes! ahn~! R-Ryu, I-I’m gonna cum!!”
He chuckled as he listened to your cries, using the hand that was not around your throat to stuff two digits into the side of your mouth, pulling on your cheek to fish-hook your soft cheeks. “Yeah? Not until you bark for me, you’re not.”
“W-What . . ?”
“You heard me, bitch. Bark. You wanna cum, don’t you? Make a pretty mess of my cock, hm?”
You obviously hesitated, having never done anything like this before, but when you felt his cock angle just right to pummel into that sweet spot deep inside of you, you threw all logic and reasoning out the window. “Arf! A-Ah, fuck . . arf!" You hoped and prayed that it would be enough to please him—that it would be enough to finally let you cum.
Luckily for you, it was. Cackling cruelly, he shook your head back and forth dumbly, your tongue lulling out of your mouth to lap at his fingers. “That's it. That’s a good little pup. Go on, cum for me, doll.”
You did so gratefully; your moans mixed with babbles of useless speech along the lines of “thank you” and “m’sorry”. Your body would twitch and convulse, your mouth dropping open, as your fluids once more started to stick to his pelvis from the way she creamed around his pistoning cock. Your teary eyes could not register their surroundings, nor could your brain register Ryusei slamming his cock's head firmly against your squishy cervix, pumping you full of his seed.
“F-fuck, fuckk~.” He hissed into your ear, his arm tightening around your throat as his orgasm washed over him. “Love the way this pussy squeezes me, creamin’ all around my fat cock . .” He panted, pressing soft yet sloppy kisses against your ear and cheek.
He let you go in an instant, allowing your exhausted body to fall slack on the sheets before you, gradually regaining your bearings as you came down from your high. Ryusei rose from you, kneeling on the backs of your thighs, watching as his cock slid languidly free from your sopping cunt, slapping against your ass once free. A twisted grin spread across his face as he watched his thick cum slide out of you, the steaming milky white substance gliding over your throbbing clit and puffy folds, contrasting with your complexion in a way that was completely addicting to him—enticing even. Your soft whines would bring him back to reality.
“Ryuu . .” Your gentle voice called out to him as you peered over your shoulder. He noticed your glassy eyes and tears running down your cheeks, your puffy lips pouting, and your cute nose sniffling. “. . .You’re heavy.”
“Yeah? Y’didn’t seem ta’ have a problem with it earlier when I was tearing this sweet little ass up, pretty thing.” He remarked, placing a light love tap on your reddened ass.
"That was before the post-nut clarity hit," you said, your brow furrowed with mock irritation, squirming around as you tried to crawl out from under him. “Now get upp~! I wanna take a bath.”
“Oh?” There was something chilling behind his tone, something that stopped you in your efforts. Ryusei towered over you once more, placing both of his palms next to your head as his powerful forearms encircled you. Something heavy—phallic—pressed against you. It was undeniable. He was hard again.
“And who said I was done with you, Angel?”
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cw: blow job, biting, crotch stuffing(?) shidou being a freak
shidou absolutely loves when you just get down on your knees and suck him off without any warning. he finds it so hot when you do that, gets him turned on immediately.
the way you use your experienced tongue makes him feral…makes his toes curl and leg lift just slightly from it, like he can’t contain his excitement. loves groaning like a bitch when you gobble down his length.
he stuffs your face on his crotch, letting you inhale his scent, full of man and musk. the smell you love so much. and he knows you do. “enjoying yourself down there?” while grinning manically almost.
you let out a long muffled “mhmm.” nomming on his throbbing bulge that was just begging to be released from his confinements. he grinds his crotch against your face as you rub your thighs together, practically feeling your heat all wet.
you unzip his pants, unleashing his fat cock to spring up. slapping his abdomen on repeat. god his cock was heavy and full. “wow. like it’s got a mind of its own.” you tease. your finger trails to his tip, moving it in a circular motion.
“yeah? well shidou jr’s telling me he needs a lil help.” his hand pushes your plump lips down his length, causing a little cough from you. “hmph!” you choked out, grinning as you obliged so pliantly.
“keep those pretty eyes on me yeah?” and of course you do. he loves making eye contact while you use those lips on him. he thinks it’s the sexiest shit ever. the way you never break contact, as you expertly use that tongue to lick every vein of his cock.
“shhhiiiit baby—ooh~” his head throws back, toes curling even. the way you give the sloppiest blow job makes him thinks heaven is in between his legs. you already knew what was coming up when he started groaning like a bitch.
“argh—yeah that’s the stuff baby fuck-“ his legs wrapped around your shoulders, meaty thighs swishing your face, legs crossed on your back. god you loved feeling the way his muscles tensed on your cheeks, so squishy, and he just smelled so good.
“bite it baby. bite that dick.” he growled out, pretty sure he just said it in the spur of moment, probably just the dopamine talking at this point. you cocked an eyebrow, but you knew how much of a freak shidou can be, so you just shrugged.
you lightly nibbled on the sensitive skin, and that shit hurt. but hurt good. his meaty thighs shook with a shutter escaping his lips. “ohhhh fuck-! harder baby—“ he grips your scalp. pulling on the strands.
you actually take the effort to sink in your teeth, a firmer bite. and at that moment you swore his cock grew bigger. was he actually getting off from this? before you even knew it, hot and heavy spurts of cum spill in your throat. a loud groan emitting from his lips. breathy moans and him panting like a dog in heat. you don’t even think he had the time to register it.
you pull off his cock with a wet pop, swallowing every bit of his potent cum.
“you came from me biting?” you grinned while laughing. he could only flash back a smirk.
“yeah. you’re definitely doing that shit again. now come comfort my balls f’me will ya?”
this was so rush sorryggg i just wanted to post something! i actually am gonna post another one too for Sae :> and lately i’ve been such a shidou girly i love him so much he’s so silly <33 𐔌՞⁔ෆ ̫ ෆ⁔՞𐦯
synopsis: isagi can't resist to opportunity to have you, if only by chance.
tags: r18, pro-player!isagi, noncon, alcohol, degradation, vomit, choking, forced breeding, kidnapping if u squint
isagi didn’t know who you were, just that you had come in with the group of girls that had been invited to the afterparty.
but he watches you, can’t take his eyes off of you since the moment you walked in. he could tell that you aren’t comfortable, that you didn’t want to be here really, clinging to the one girl whom he guessed had brought you here.
he watches as you nervously down drink after drink, your eyes glazing over after every glass. and he watches as you try to get up, swaying side to side.
he appears next to you at the right time, catching you just as your head falls onto his shoulder.
“careful,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.
you moan, and his cock instantly hardens.
“…bath—room,” you hiccup.
her friend looks at her worriedly, but isagi gives her a stellar smile.
“i’ll take care of her,” he assures her.
she looks worried, but kaiser coaxes her attention back to him, and she lets you go.
you’re disoriented when isagi escorts you out of the room, but even in your inebriated state you know that this is not the way to the bathroom. he’s steering you through hallways, past bouncers, into a quiet room labelled with VIP.
the silence in the room is so different from the thumping music outside, but you feel so heavy that you can’t force anything coherent out of your mouth.
“don’t worry,” isagi leads you to the couch, pushing you down, “i’m just letting you rest.”
he sits next to you, letting your head rest on his lap. you feel dizzy, like the room is spinning. he’s brushing the strands of hair that’s falling across your face away, but the motion only makes you more uneasy.
for a moment you close your eyes, but immediately you feel isagi’s hand drift—over your shoulder, skimming the strap of your dress, down to the exposed swell of your breast. you stir, but you don’t stop him.
he pauses for a moment, his fingertips grazing over your skin, before you hear him suck in a deep breath.
“you’re so fucking hot,” he rasps, and it’s so low that you think you’re hallucinating.
but the air has shifted, and you know what you heard when you feel his hand reaching down past the neckline, pulling it down and letting your tits spill out of your dress.
you groan, protesting, but you’re so incoherent that it wouldn’t surprise you if he thought you were moaning to his touch.
and logically, you knew you didn’t want this, couldn’t want this, but you also couldn’t stop your body from responding.
when he swipes his thumb over your nipple, pebbled after being exposed to the cold air, you can’t help but squeeze your legs together. you hope he’s too busy fondling you to notice, because he would take it as encouragement.
you don’t know if it’s just the alcohol or the guilt of enjoying the feeling of being violated, but the pit of your stomach starts to churn.
“fuck,” isagi swears, loud and clear this time, “get on your knees.”
and before you even know what’s happening, he’s picking you up, handling you like a ragdoll, and settling you on the floor, between his legs. you can’t keep your head up, laying it on his knee while he unbuckles his pants.
he’s rock hard when he pulls his cock out. your heart is pounding now, knowing what’s going to happen, but not being able to stop it.
isagi taps his dick against your cheek a few times, letting a groan out. the warmth of his skin makes you pliant, your lips parting ever so slightly.
“open your mouth wider,” he demands, holding your chin, “and stick out your tongue.”
you shake your head weakly, trying to protest. he grips your chin tighter, fixing your gaze on him.
“do it,” he tells you again, firmer this time.
you let your tongue fall between your lips, and he takes the opportunity to slide his cock inside, shoving it between your loose lips.
your fingers dig into his strong thighs as he pushes deeper and deeper into your throat. he buries his hands in your hair, maneuvering your head the way he wanted it, just as he’s hitting the back of your throat.
his grip on your hair tightens until it stings, bringing tears to your eyes, as he continues to fuck your face.
you start sputtering when he quickens his pace. he’s greedy, relentless, his groans echoing through the room.
“fuck, your mouth feels so good…” he encourages you, raking his fingers through your hair.
you start to panic when he pushes your head all the way down, his cock lodged deep in your throat. it’s hard to breathe with your nose pressed into his skin. you’re tapping on his knee, trying to pull your head back, but it’s as if he doesn’t register anything his own pleasure.
you desperately suck in half a breath when he finally releases his hold. you start to cough, trying to catch your breath. he’s watching you with a smug smirk as you heave once, twice, before spitting up onto the floor.
“can’t help it?” he teases.
isagi looks at your tear stained face, drool leaking down your chin, and he can’t help himself. he knew you would be this beautiful. he cups your face in his hand, swiping his thumb over your lower lip. you look dazed, but scared, and his cock is only getting harder.
“open up,” he demands, his eyes narrowing when you start to resist again, “come on, baby.”
his other hand is circling your neck, so you comply.
he shoves his cock into your mouth again, moving his hips frantically as he holds down the back of your head on his lap with both hands.
when he finally lets you breathe, you can’t help it anymore—you heave and you empty all the contents of your stomach onto the floor where you’re kneeling.
he’s holding your head up by your hair, keeping you upright when all you want to do is collapse.
“dirty girl,” he chides, gaze gliding over your fucked up face, “filthy fucking slut.”
you can’t even respond. you feel so vulnerable and exposed, with your tits on display and your dress hiked up around your hips. you’re starting to sober after throwing up and the bitter taste of bile lingers in your mouth.
“you wore this dress for me,” he rasps, sliding his finger under the hem of the skirt and hooking it under the string of your thong.
“you wanted me to notice you.”
he rips the thin fabric off of you, baring your pussy as he lets it drop to the floor.
“i couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he confesses, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you to him.
he turns you over, laying you down on the couch where he was just sitting, and spreading your legs for him.
he runs a finger through your folds, stopping at your hole.
“i wanted to fuck you in this dress so bad,” he tells you, “i knew you wanted it.”
you mewl, shaking your head.
“yes you did,” he repeats, furrowing his eyebrows, “you fucking whore. coming to these after parties night after night, looking to get yourself a rich husband.”
he spits on your pussy, as if disgusted with you. the sound cracks through the room, and his spit is hot on your skin. you squirm uncomfortably. he slides his finger through your folds again, lubing you up with his spit until his finger is pressed inside you.
you moan at the intrusion. but he’s gripping your thigh, keeping you open for him.
“i’ll take care of you,” he promises, moving his fingers inside you, “i’ll fuck you nice and good until your womb is full of my cum.”
you freeze up at that, starting to struggle against him more.
but he’s relentless, sliding a second finger into you, stretching you out in preparation for him. carving his shape into your body.
“i’m going to cum inside,” he growls, towering over you now, pushing your knees up to your chest, “i’m gonna get you pregnant and you’re going to have my baby. that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
isagi wraps his hand around your neck, knowing that if you struggle any more you won’t be able to breathe. he strokes his cock once, twice, as his eyes are glued to your tits, and then he’s pushing himself into you.
your eyes roll to the back of your head as he bottoms out. he’s filling you up completely with his cock. he starts thrusting into you slowly, so that you feel every inch of him as he takes you for himself.
“you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, pulling back, “thought you would be a loose whore, but you’re perfect.”
he pushes back in.
you can’t even tell him that this was only your second time attending these after parties, that you had only come because your roommate insisted it would be fun. that even the dress he loved so much was borrowed.
the lack of air makes it hard to think. you can only focus on the way his hips are moving against yours and the way his cock tunneling in and out of your pussy. he fucks you until you’re weak, until you can’t fight back anymore. until he can loosen the hand on your neck and you would obey any command he gave you.
isagi pulls out, taking a moment to appreciate your expression. there’s drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth from the way you were gasping for air, and your eyes are completely blank.
with a satisfied smile, he scoops you up in his arms and puts you on his lap with your back to his chest.
he presses kisses from the top of your head, down the column of your neck, the curve of your shoulder. he’s playing with your nipples, knowing exactly how to make you react to his touch. just as you’re relaxing into his arms, he spreads your legs open, hooking his arms under your knees, bracing your feet on his lap.
your pussy is completely exposed now, facing the door. he laughs.
“anyone could walk in right now,” he taunts, “and no one would believe that you didn’t want this…especially now that you’re enjoying it.”
before you can say anything, he guides his cock back into you. he enjoys your little gasps, and the way your hand is frantically trying to grab onto anything, as if it’ll steady you. but he has you completely on his lap, restricting your movements, placing you just how he wants you.
isagi can’t get enough of you, with your head rolling back so sweetly against his shoulder.
he gathers your knees up to your chest and fucks into you harder and harder. he’s chasing his own high, rutting into your tight cunt. he’s encouraged by the long moans that keep coming out of your mouth, the ones you can’t hold in because he’s fucking you so hard, until you’re squealing.
“fuck, you feel amazing…” isagi breathes, “your pussy’s gripping me so tight. you’re gonna milk me dry, baby.”
he slams your hips down, bouncing you up and down on his lap like you’re his plaything. fucking you like you’re his property. you can’t move even an inch without him restricting you, guiding you where he wants you.
you hear his labored breathing start to quicken, to get heavier. you feel his forehead against your skin, his hot breath blowing over your back.
“you’re gonna make me cum,” he tells you, and it sounds like a warning.
you lie there limply, taking his cock inch by inch. the constant movement feels tiring, and your head is still heavy with alcohol. drool is dripping out of the corner of your mouth, completely out of your control, and you know it’s hopeless.
“fuck,” he swears, his jaw clenched, “i’m cumming—“
you mewl when you feel him pulse, pumping you full of hot cum, and he holds you down, forcing you to take every drop. you’re not sure it’s the alcohol anymore. you’re limp and you feel exhausted.
“look at you,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to the base of your neck.
he pushes you to look down, to watch his cock slip out of your pussy. you exhale loudly. the cum is slowly dripping out, proof that he’d completely possessed you.
isagi presses a kiss to your jaw.
“come on, baby,” he whispers, “i’ll take you home.”
your mind barely registers. home…? you think. but you can’t find enough energy to react, to ask what he means by home.
you cling to him helplessly as he takes you off his lap, pulls your dress back down without your panties, and carries you out with his cum still smeared between your thighs.
You gave no Rin, no warning – didn't even utter a word before you're heading into his room and slipping underneath his desk.
He didn't even get the chance to protest before you pulled on the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, just enough for cock to show – flaccid, but that doesn't bother you. You just wanna taste him.
Your hands grab onto the soft flesh of his cock, leaning down to suck on his tip, meanwhile, Rin? He's mortified that his partner could even do this without being disgusted. Hell, he'd guess that you'd get turned off, but then again, you've always been a little bit... "creative" in the bedroom, a lot more than he is, at least.
"Shit, baby! I'm not even hard yet–" He yelps, but he doesn't make an effort to push you off or tell you stop despite everything – makes you believe he enjoys it more than his pretty, little head would admit.
You swirl your tongue around his tip, tongue teasing his slit before you take his whole cock in his mouth. It's not long before you can gradually feel his cock grow into your mouth, but not without your help, you slide your tongue along the underside of his cock, using the tip of your tongue to tease his frenulum.
His cock grows and grows until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. You pull your mouth off his, now, hard cock, pumping it nice and slow, licking the drool that escaped your mouth.
You look up at him, and he's panting – chest heaving as he just stares at you, completely dumbfounded, "You're fucking insane. Didn't even give me the chance to get hardddd– haaah—" Poor Rinnie didn't even get to finish his sentence before you going back down on him.
╰ synopsis: do the blue lock men pull through november like a soldier? or die in cervix?
╰ includes: isagi yoichi ; bachira meguru ; itoshi rin ; itoshi sae ; reo mikage ; nagi seishiro ; shidou ryusei ; michael kaiser ; alexis ness
╰ cw: nsfw mdni ; 11k wc ; not proofread ; f reader ; unprotected piv ; pet play ; praise ; degradation ; facesitting ; pantysniffing ; breeding ; public ; cockwarming and more . . .
╰ note: this was such a challenge LMAO but im glad i finished it within november heh..
─── ISAGI YOICHI brought the idea up, he had heard some of his teammates talking about it in the locker rooms after practice. so he brought it up with you, thinking it would be a nice challenge for the both of you. boy, did he think wrong.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
isagi’s plan for this whole thing? he’s gonna be productive! he will spend more time on football! he will win this challenge and you’ll give him a reward for it! he’s going to flex to rin about this! he’s going to be the better—yeah, you get it.
isagi was going through it. the five stages of dickpression. and you did not make it easy for him, you walked around the house in those stupidly slutty shorts which hugged all your curves just right and how did you expect isagi to not salivate like a rabid dog at that?
everytime you walked past him his puppy dog eyes would follow you like he was trailing after your scent. but it’s just the first week! gosh, man up isagi! you need to push through! — isagi would chant to himself like a mantra, well, it’s working so far..?
“you do this on purpose, right?” isagi whispered against your skin, he was spooning you from behind. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you from moving and messing up his 5 days of sheer will.
“mm? do what, pretty boy?” you giggled, a sweet sound but it only set isagi’s skin on fire. he snuffed the feeling out but his grip on your waist tightened, his hand moved to slip his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts.
“wearing this—you know what we’re doing..right?” isagi sucked in rather harshly, struggling to hold the reins of his libido. “yeahh. does it make you wanna’ lose, yoichi?” you cooed teasingly, isagi’s left nut twitched and he went blind in his right leg. you were seriously going to be the end of him.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
isagi is gnawing at the walls. he physically cannot stay in the same room as you without wanting to chew your clothes off. he is buzzing with pent up energy, and it’s worse every single time he comes home from practice because the adrenaline rushes straight south.
and of course, you just HAVE to step your own game up. if the shorts were the death of him, this silky lingerie you wear to bed will drag him to hell on all fours and he would gladly go.
how does he cope? well, showers are more his personal edging sessions now. every night before bed, he rubs himself off under the shower head. fuck, he bites into his arm and tears up trying to hold himself back. he knows nobody would know if he were to just bust a load in the shower drain but he is an honest, sweet (not so much) boy. he can’t just lie!
but he has been doing a good job, so far. yeah! he’s going to make it, right? please tell him he’s going to make it. he’s so close to crying.
it was late into the night but isagi couldn’t sleep no matter what he did. he had switched sides of his pillow almost ten times now and was just tossing and turning around on the bed now. yet nothing worked.
really, how could it work? how could anyone expect him to sleep when you’re sleeping so soundly beside him, so peaceful and pretty. fuck, he almost feels bad for what he is about to do.
he tugs the covers off your soft body gently, his hungry gaze drinking in every inch of your exposed skin through the lingerie you’ve begun wearing to bed. he runs a hand over your bare thighs, feeling goosebumps rise on your sensitive skin and making you squirm.
gosh, you were adorable.
he reached into his sleep shorts with his other hand and fished out his hard, throbbing cock. his engorged tip leaking precum dripping onto the sheets. he stroked it a couple of times before his hand which was on your thigh gripped onto the supple flesh and spread your thighs to slot his aching length between those beautiful thighs.
isagi muffled a groan into his palm, your thighs felt so beautiful wrapped around him. he needed this, he had been pent up for so long.
this doesn’t count as cheating right? not if he doesn’t cum. so he begins thrusting his cock in and out of the tiny gap between your thighs and clothed pussy. the tip of his cock catching onto your clit through the fabric of your panties which sent an involuntary shiver down his body.
shit, he felt like a virgin.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
lol, what third week?
“ah—shit, i missed this—! fuck—i missed you!” isagi grunted in-between thrusts, his chest pressed against your back and his nails dug crescents into the supple skin of your hips as he held you flush to him. his cock drove in and out of you in a bed-breaking pace. his breath came out in hot puffs against your cheek.
“a‐aah! yoichi! slow—” you whined, your eyes rolled back. your boyfriend was so impossibly deep inside of you, it actually made no sense. you felt him raise your leg up to spread you open for him, even more. his cock hit at a new angle now, his tip kissing your swollen g-spot with each single snap of his hips.
“slow? you—fuckin’—want slow?” isagi growled in your ear, his hips now slowing down so he could pound you slower but more fuller. “after teasing me—for so. damn. long? shut up and take it.” isagi huffed, each thrust of him made sure every inch of his cock was buried snug inside of you, and when he pulled out, you could feel the same inches drag against your warm insides.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
well, of course, he lost. like a sore loser. but the loss felt better than the win.
record: 19 days. clap for him.
“soo, same time next november?” you wiggled your eyebrows cheekily at isagi who was giving you the nastiest side eye. he turned over on the bed, his back facing you. “shut up.” he sighed, rolling his eyes. he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for losing. but gosh did his balls feel lighter.
you just laughed and began spooning isagi from behind, best november ever.
─── BACHIRA MEGURU saw the thing on tiktok, late at night at exactly 4:03 am on november 1st. you were sleeping soundly beside him, he looked over at you and grinned wide and devilishly. the cogs in his mind cranked and something was cooking up in that factory.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
bachira’s plan for this whole thing is to make it unbearable for you. he knows you’re absolutely whipped for him, and would cave if he just whispered a soft little ‘please :(’. so why not use it to his advantage?
he introduced you to the challenge, saying it would be fun! and it would strengthen the bond. tch, he just wanted to fuck with you a little. regardless, you agreed once he pouted all sweetly. how could you say no to that?
the first week was a breeze, bachira was being his usual self save for some heated glances, fleeting touches and whispered promises of filth. hey, you had spent enooouuggh time with bachira to be able to resist him. right?
you were cooking dinner in the kitchen when bachira crewed up behind you and pressed his chest to your back, resting his chin on your head. “heyy cutie. whatcha’ making?” bachira giggled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head trying to distract you from his hips which were subtly rocking up into you.
“megu’ stop humping me.” you sighed like a disappointed mother, shaking your head. you could feel bachira pout behind you and bury his nose into your hair to inhale the scent of your shampoo. “mm—ugh, i thought you would crack by noooww!” bachira whined, stomping his feet softly.
you picked up the ladle you were using to stir the curry and scooped a tiny bit of the food before holding it up to bachira’s lips. “taste it.” bachira huffed indignantly but still opened his mouth to taste the food. “mm. yum.” he smacked his lips while eating, same way his hips were still smacking yours.
“can you stop dryhumping me now?” you clicked your tongue, bachira tightened his grip on you even more. “no.” he stuck his tongue out. fairs.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
at this point, bachira was confused. he was trying EVERYTHING. he had humped you through your clothes in the morning in bed, he had grinded against you like a stripper with a pole during the afternoons and now he’s quite literally roaming around the house in just his boxers and you still haven’t lost your mind over him? he feels offended. so, SO offended.
he lays beside you wherever you are sat. on the couch? he’s draping himself over the loveseat with am arm on his forehead like he’s a damsel in distress. on the bed? he’s laying beside you on his side, posed all tantalizingly like he’s asking you to paint him like one of your french girls. unfortunately, he just looks awkward flopping around like a fish in just his underwear but A for effort!
bachira was sprawled across your sheets like a starfish, his boxers stretched taut over his legs and his bulge just shy of peeking out. you worked beside him on your laptop, pushing your reading glasses further up your nose you finally decided to spare him just a shard of your attention.
“meguru? can you put on some clothes?” you perked up without even glancing at him. yet that was enough for bachira to resume his embarassing attempt at appearing seductive. “am i bothering youu? heh, come do something about it then.” he purred, arching his back off the bed. your grip on your laptop tightened, your nonchalant facade slowly tearing at the sides. would you really make it through this month?
“no thank you. i’m quite busy.” you quipped back and it hit bachira like a punch square to his face. his teasing smirk broke and he looked baffled, how were you still holding up!
↳ THIRD WEEK :
bachira was getting desperate. at this point he had begun to sleep naked next to you in hopes you would atleast look at him with those beautiful eyes :((!! but you always slept with your back turned to him. you were making this hard for him! it’s supposed to be the other way around!
and it’s not even fair you look so pretty, glowing and pure and bachira is just so pent-up and needy. he’s so close to just getting on all fours and barking for you so you could give him a scrap of your attention.
he’s whining like a damn dog who got denied his favourite treat, which is you. how can you be so mean to him!
“baby—baby—please—” bachira whined, throwing a leg over your waist to grind harder against your butt. he was dry humping you when you both were supposed to be sleeping but he is just so needy. needy for you.
“just give in! i won’t even rub it in your face—fuck—let me have you..” bachira nuzzled into your neck, his cock was rapidly hardening and you could feel it press against the cleft of your ass. his grip on your hips tightened impossibly to hold you flush to him.
“meguru, i have work tommorow. go to bed—” you tried complaining but you couldn’t resist either, the sound of your boyfriend whimpering so wantonly in your ear. the heat emitting from his body, it was all so much. with a grunt you reached back to wrap your hand around his cock. bachira gasped, eyes rolling back at the warmth of your hand engulfing him.
“hngh—yeah, stroke me—fuuckk—” bachira babbled, bucking his hips up to fuck your fist. his precum leaked over your fist, his engorged tip twitching like crazy. as bachira’s lustful frenzy reached a fervor pitch you pulled your hand away, tearing your warmth from him and he whined so pitifully it made your heart ache.
“why—!” bachira whined, curling into you even more. “uh-uh, gotta’ win this, babyboy.” you shushed him with your finger, you smirked so evilly. bachira was quiet, you looked so hot.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
bachira couldn’t hold it in anymore. but luckily you worked overtime alot this week so bachira couldn’t pounce on you and fuck you seven days till sunday. it was all so unfair!
he was so pent-up he grinded against the pillow you slept on, rubbing his aching length on the plush surface. he was sniffing like an animal, reveling in the scent of you.
on 30th november, at exactly 12:00 am you had came back home after a long tiring day of work fully expecting to greet your boyfriend and maybe reward him for getting through the whole month without sex. you ascended the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom you shared with him and oh, oh.
bachira was humping the pillow—your pillow—like a mad animal, whimpering your name. what a bad boy. and he wasn’t even the least bit ashamed that you caught him.
“dirty, dirty boy.” you clicked your tongue, tugging harshly on the leash you had planted on his neck. bachira panted, totally committing to the act of being a disobedient puppy, your puppy.
“mm—did ‘ya really expect me to not? you just—” bachira sniffed your inner thigh, eyes half-lidded. “smell sooo good and—” bachira buried his face in your crotch, licking over your dampening slit through the fabric of your panties. “taste even better..” bachira groaned low in his throat but he winced when you tugged the leash harder and reeled him away.
“you gotta earn it, baby.” you tutted, your grip firm on the leash. bachira looked up, a shaky smirk playing at his lips. his cock already hardening at how you were bossing him around.
“anyway you want..! i’ll do anything..” bachira panted, moving to hump your ankle. his tip leaving dirty streaks of precum all over your calve. “anything at all..”
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
winnerrr!!! and he’s nutting all over the place, he deserves it!
record: 30 full days!!!!
you were completely soaked in bachira’s cum, he really came like a broken faucet, poor baby must’ve been holding back a ton! bachira was half-asleep spooning you naked with a dopey grin on his face. perfectly sated and full of love for you.
“heh—loovee youu..” bachira slurred out sleepily, adding a yawn at the end. he nuzzled into your neck, mouthing at the skin there. you sighed but smiled softly, reaching to gently pet his cheek. “love you too, meguru.”
─── ITOSHI RIN didn’t want to do the challenge at first. he had heard about it in the past, through his teammates but once he heard isagi muttering something about it to hiori. rin settled on doing the challenge, and winning. he was better than that shitty isagi.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
he powered through the first week on absolute determination and sheer will. he barely batted an eye at you and completely plunged himself into football and working out, anything to snuff out that screaming feeling of getting his dick wet.
he tried his best to act normal around you too, and to be honest? he was doing a pretty good job at it! atleast he thought so. little did he know he looked like a wet chihuahua growling at you everytime you came near like it was YOUR fault he took up this challenge.
“stop doing that.” rin growled low in his throat when you walked by him when he was working out in the private gym you guys have in your home—yes, fancy.
“stop doing what?” you batted your lashes down at rin who was in-between a plank session. his abdomen was clenching so deliciously, all of his six or seven packs were stretched taut and damn—he just looked edible enough to eat. sadly, you couldn’t.
rin peered up at you over his shoulder, this angle from the floor gave him view to everything you had under your skirt. and truth be told, you had nothing underneath. just your bare cunny which was absolutely destroying rin’s mental. he had to tear his eyes away, he couldn’t lose. not when bragging rights against dumb yoichi were at stake.
“just—just go.” rin panted, looking ahead of himself. you just shrugged and walked out of the gym, but you felt rin’s gaze devouring every deliberate sway of your hips.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
second week was sliiigghtlyy better. rin had an upcoming match and he trained day and night for it, though it was just a simple friendly match against argentina, anything would work, anything which would get his mind off you.
his teammates noticed too, he was working himself out. it’s not new, of course, but this time they feel like something else is motivating him other than the match at hand. even bachira, who is normally lost in his own different world notices it. aiku says he must be having girlfriend problems, well he is sort of correct!
though it didn’t exactly stop him from opening that secret password protected folder in his gallery, one which stored all the videos he has taken of you during sex. of both of you during sex.
and what would he do while watching them? literally what any normal man with a hot as shit girlfriend would do. jack off, duh.
“hnngh—! shit—so fuckin’ tight..” rin snarled low in his throat, he had one hand wrapped tightly around his length while one was holding his phone. he had a particularly long home video playing on full blast, your moans combined with his echoing in the empty shower stall. rin was standing directly under the stream, but it did nothing to cool his heating body.
rin choked his cock in his fist as he bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. fuck, he was trying his best to stay quiet but it was getting so hard. he swiped at the precum beading on his tip, leaking precum didn’t count as losing the challenge right? riiightt??
outside the shower, karasu and otoya had stayed back to shower after everyone was done. they didn’t expect rin to be beating his meat, in public, in the locker rooms.
“how long do you think he’ll last?” karasu poked otoya’s shoulder. “ehh—give it a few days.” otoya shrugged and walked ahead.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
match is over. they’re all on break. but rin is breaking here. home used to be his safe place where he could cuddle with you, maybe watch something or you know just spend some quality time with you. BUT NO.
this stupid no nut november challenge and this stupid isagi for bringing it up and TEMPTING rin to do the challenge like it was a personal blow to his ego. nobody actually tempted him, rin just has some personal feelings towards isagi.
rin is scared to even touch you, scared he would immediately nut in his pants like a virgin. that would be generational aura loss and he wouldn’t hear the end of it from you. so he ignores you like you did something to offend him.
you kinda did piss him off by being so gorgeous and beautiful and sexy and—
“rin, do you want something from the store? i’m gonna get groceries.” you called out from the front door where you were slipping on your uggs to go outside. rin stared at your back from his spot on the couch, his fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.
“rin?” you called out again, turning to look at him once you noticed he wasn’t responding. rin’s eyes were glazed over, running up and over your body like he was undressing you with his smoldering gaze. you waved your hand infront of his face and he finally seemed to snap out of it.
“huh? oh—yeah, just, get whatever. i don’t care.” rin crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. what a fake idgafer, he definitely cared.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
every day felt like a new hurdle for rin. every time he woke up in the bed he immediately picked up his phone and checked the date. november 27th?? he closed his eyes and felt a singular tear run down his cheek as he pondered about if taking up this challenge was even worth it.
but then, the clock hit 12 on november 30th and it was all free game. rin had his eyes peeled on the clock in the living room while you were in the kitchen washing up after dinner.
rin stalked over towards you with a predator’s grace. the air in the kitchen went cold, you turned around whilst drying your hands off on a towel and were immediately met with rin pinning you against the counter with a growl.
well, shit.
“fuckin’ hell—’ya really fucked me over with this—shit—challenge..” rin panted in your ear, his thrusts pushing you further up the counter until your back hit the tiled walls of the kitchen. your legs wrapped tightly around rin’s waist for leverage and to hold yourself down unless you wanted your soul to ascend to god because damn—rin was not holding back.
“riiinn—slowerrr—hngh!” you whined sweetly but rin didn’t take it. “none of that.” rin growled, slapping your ass and then kneading the reddening flesh with his large palm. “y’re gonna take it like a good girl. so stop whining.” rin demanded with a cold finality in his tone which made all your protests turn to helpless little whines.
rin pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside of you, he kept fucking you with the tip until you got impatient enough to claw at his back. “rin! ungh—put it backkk!” you huffed, all bratty. and who was rin to deny you when you begged so sweetly? he rammed back into you which knocked all the air out your lungs and all the sense out your brain.
gosh, you loved it when your rinnie got all rough.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
of course he won! did you really think he wouldn’t?
record: he cracked at exactly 12 am! 30 whole days!
rin was massaging your sore thighs as you both cuddled in bed, with his other hand he was on his phone typing something. “rin? who are you texting?” you perked up, trying to peek into his phone. “isagi.” rin shrugged and showed you his screen, he was texting isagi about how he won nnn. isagi replied with how he wasn’t even doing the challenge in the first place, rin read the text and tossed his phone away with a deep, guttural groan.
fuck november.
─── ITOSHI SAE who was equipped for this challenge on a daily. amidst flying out for matches every week or so, november had become practically every month for mister blue balled—you were sure they actually looked blue from how pent-up he was. that said, he was the one making this hard for you.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
he only came home on 4th of november and as soon as you opened the door to him, he brushed past you. he was wearing that cologne you mentioned you really liked in passing yet you never thought he would wear it considering he doesn’t like anything fruity yet here he was completely drowning in scent and smelled exactly like an acai bowl.
you had to press your thighs together to keep from pouncing on your boyfriend when he was still in his outside clothes.
and this man had the audacity to take his clothes off in the living room. all his back muscles flexing, was he doing this on purpose?
“sae.” you called out from the bed, sae was changing into his sleep clothes. “mm?” he perked up, blinking at you. his bangs were down, his hair not gelled for once. he looked absolutely adorable, and adorably yours.
you sucked in a breath and forced yourself to look away, “nothing.” you cuddled into the sheets, trying to hide yourself in them. sae seemed to notice what was going on, he crawled onto the bed, over you. pinning you.
he peered down at you, he looked so gorgeous. he leaned forward until his whole face was shoved in yours, “is it really nothing?” he breathed out, his hot breath was fanning directly over your face. and you swore you could fuck this challenge right there.
but sae broke the contact as soon as it came, he parted with a chaste kiss pressed to your plush lips and he fell over to the side. scooting over to his side of the bed, he pulled the covers over himself and reached to turn off the lights. “good night.” he whispered and closed his eyes shut.
did the blue balled just blue ball you?
↳ SECOND WEEK :
second week was just a normal week. for sae. you were spending every living moment trying to keep from losing your shit and embarrassingly failing to do so. how could you! sae was just strutting around the house like he knew he was making your life a living hell with every breath of his.
he looked well-rested, well-fed and beautiful. you loved when he looked like this, he looked prettier and healthier, much better than how he looked on the pitch. well, he looked hot any way.
and it didn’t make it any better he was being gentle with you, gentler than usual. for example, he held onto your waist and pressed you close whenever you want to stand beside him. in the bed, he spoons you from behind protectively and possesively. and he kisses your neck, your whole body goes weak.
“come closer. why are you avoiding me?” sae grabs your wrist to pull you closer to him. it was movie night and usually you two would be snuggled up all cozy under the sheets but you were avoiding him. sae knew why, but he pretended to be clueless and that only pissed you off more. because how were you going to tell him you wanted him to fuck you silly?
either way, you shifted closer until your thighs touched. you flinched at that, the feel of his larger thigh pressed against your smaller one, you could barely keep your gaze from trailing southwards to the visible bulge in his sweatpants. this wasn’t supposed to turn you on, but c’mon, you were a woman parched of your boyfriend. you would take anything you could get.
sae noticed your gaze and his lips quirked into the littlest smirk, imperceptible but there. sae wordlessly grabbed your wrist and pressed it against his bulge, your fingers twitched and you gasped. “s-sae—!” you tried taking your wrist away but sae held it firmly to his bulge, making you palm him through his sweats.
“it’s all yours, princess. have it.” sae whispered, his grip on your wrist tightened. “you want it? then you take it. as simple as that.” sae laid his other arm around your waist and dragged you onto his lap, he gripped your waist with both hands and rubbed your love handles with his thumbs. “i don’t care about this stupid—november thing. if you won’t have me, i’ll have you.” sae shrugged, his hand traveled up your side to cup your cherubim cheek.
“what will it be?” sae asked, his green eyes boring into yours intensely. and, truthfully, would you be able to resist?
no. and that’s exactly what happened.
sae had you folded up into a mean mating press, his cock drilling itself inside of you over and over again until you were gasping and crying, clawing at his abs for him to slow down. “sae—sae—sae—!!!!” you babbled and cried his name, it was nothing but music to his ears. his hand wrapped around your throat to shut you up, you squirmed around.
“shut—shut up..take it..” sae growled out in-between thrusts. craning his neck forwards to bite into your neck, you whined even louder at that. sae threw your leg over his shoulder and he drove impossibly deep into you, his tip smashing against your g-spot again. and again. and again. until you came gushing over his length, but sae still hadn’t cum yet.
“again. i’m not done.” sae demanded, biting into your thigh.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
yeah, lost. he didn’t wanna do this anyway smh.
record: 10 days. hey!!! his birthday!!!!
“thank you..” sae whispered, it almost missed your ear. he was wiping you down with a warm towel after drilling you into the mattress. “huh—?” you perked up weakly. sae felt a faint blush color his cheek, he glanced away.
“i didn’t want to waste my holiday, we already get such little time together. thanks for letting me—you know.” sae bunched the towel in his fist and tossed it away before crawling over you, pinning you beneath him. you gazed up at him like a lost fawn and he pursed his lips, cupping your cheek and pressing kisses all over your face. “love you.” he muttered against your skin in-between kisses.
“love you too.” you giggled.
─── MIKAGE REO who was the one to bring this challenge up. he knew about this, of course, but he didn’t understand why people did it. willingly practice abstinence? must be a joke. reo indulged, thats what he did. regardless, he still took up the challenge. little did he know, how hard it would be.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
first week barely registered into reo’s brain. you know first week was always the easiest, atleast thats what reo thought. he managed to hold off quite well! some might even think he would win this. even you were surprised because how would this man—who has probably the highest sex drive you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing—manage to ignore you for a whole month?
except he was doing that, he really was. but was he succeeding? so far, yes.
“hey baby.” reo pulled you in by the waist and planted a sweet kiss to your cheek. you smiled and returned it back. reo had just come back from work and he looked sooo fuckin’ hot in his work clothes.
“gonna go take a shower, you comin’?” reo asked while loosening his tie with one very veiny hand. fuck, fuckk, how much you wanted to bite that hand of his. you had to disagree with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you just solemnly shook your head.
reo pouted but his lips soon curled into a smirk once he realized what you were doing. “oh, november?” reo checked the calendar then faced you again. “suit yourself.” he shrugged, so nonchalantly then began unbuttoning his shirt. you had to tear your eyes away, with much struggle.
were all rich boys this annoying?
↳ SECOND WEEK :
this was not easy. no, fuck this month, fuck this, fuck everything, fuck you—he wishes he could. BUT DANG IT ALL. he is going to shrivel up and die if he doesn’t get to fuck you now, and he means it. now. just the tip then—? or maybe just—MAN. GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO GO OFF OF.
in-between business meetings, interviews, appearances. he barely finds time anymore to be with you, he guesses thats good. but he just misses you sooo much. he’s someone who thrives on constant physical connection so this is really at odds with what he is actually supposed to do this month which is the exact opposite. he’s dying inside, his colleagues aren’t using all of their braincells, the management is in shambles and worst of all—he has, events to appear to. with you. as his spouse.
so he has to bear with seeing you in that sexy little outfit and not rip it off you as soon as you both come home drunk on wine and eachother.
“babeee—yer’ kinda killin’ me here..” reo whispered in your ear, his hand rested firmly on your inner thigh under the table. all around you, important people from all over the globe sat oblivious to what ministrations reo was performing on your thigh.
“reoo..not here—” you were cut off by a small gasp escaping your lips, reo’s fingers had slid your panties to the side and were ghosting over your slick folds. “a-ah—” you barely held in the noises escaping you. your grip on the table tightening, trying your best to seem composed. the last thing you wanted to do was embarass yourself and reo infront of such big businessmen and women.
however reo was not at all fazed by the company, if he wanted to, he could bend you over the table right now and make everyone watch. but he wouldn’t, he wasn’t an animal. not yet..
“what is it, hm?” reo plunged one finger into your sopping entrance, your body tensed up and your hips bucked into his palm instinctively. you tried forming a response but reo slipped in another finger alongside the first. “cat got your tongue?” reo smirked, his fingers fucking into you in a rhythmic pattern.
you tried to be quiet, to be good. but reo was so mean, the people sitting around you seemed to catch on, giving you both weird looks. reo noticed it and he just curled his fingers inside you, pressing them against that spot inside of you which made you see stars.
“don’t think about them, babe. smile for the camera.” reo pointed towards a cameraman approaching for a picture and he flashed that beautiful, charming grin. you gave a shaky smile, barely reaching your eyes.
reo was kind enough to pull out right after and not make you ruin your dress. gosh, you should’ve returned this mikage boy to his parents. especially when he sucked his fingers clean and winked at you like that.
but november was still very much going on. and neither of you had nutted.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
okay. reo should not have played around that night, he did NOT expect you to bite back at him this hard. okay, where should he start from—
FIRST OF ALL. you’ve begun spoiling him, not with material things of course—he has alot of that already—but in love and affection. and he is so starved, especially because of you know what month. he just takes it like a good boy. he feels rotten for hogging all of your attention but when you’re just lavishing it all on him like that how could he say no? indulging is what he does.
SECCOOONNDDD. possibly the most meanest thing you have done, you’ve started to use his card. you know, that black amex card he just slipped into your wallet one morning and blew a teasing kiss at you. but you never spent a single penny from it, WHY!?!?@ do you not like him? do you not want him???!?
you had reassured him, telling him you saw him as more than just a piggy bank and that you would use it one day. that day was today. gosh, reo loved it when you spent his money. it was all yours after all, all of him was yours.
he watches (insert lego batman gif) as you come home with loads of bags with stuff you bought using that very card. definitely spent well over a million yen but why would reo care? he pops a boner everytime you spoil yourself with his cash.
“reo, how does this look?” you turned around infront of a mirror, clad in something silky and skimpy yet it hugged your body so perfectly. accentuating every curve and contour of your beautiful form. reo was salivating like a dog.
“woah..” reo gawked, eyes nearly popping out of his head. you looked like a wet dream—something which he was having quite regularly nowadays. “y-you—look—fuck..” reo stammered, nothing forming in that smart brain of his.
“bad? yeah—i should take it o—” you were interrupted by reo sinking to his knees infront of you, “no! no—nuh uh. you look absolutely gorgeous. beautiful. prettystunningsweetyummydeliciousiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou—” his rambling was interrupted by a sweet giggle from you. oh he was falling all over again.
“reo, get up.” you laughed, but reo did not get up. he buried his face in your stomach, inhaling your scent. his hands wrapping around your waist tightly to keep you still, he nosed against your inner thigh like a puppy, gazing up at you from under his lashes.
“no.” you knew what his intentions were, you couldn’t fail nnn when you had come so far already. he looked absolutely heartbroken and destroyed. how could you! he stood up and dusted himself off, casting you with a look which spoke volumes about the betrayal you had just caused on him. and he returned back to his seat with a flip of his hair.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
yea reo had been praying for this week to end as soon as it had come. he remembers checking his phone and doing that guy breaking his chains pose. and you awoke beside him and gave him the nastiest side-eye, reo immediately shriveled up in embarrassment.
reo was buzzing on energy the whole week, like he was on something, he definitely was. because all that energy built up to this very moment—
it was night, you were getting ready for bed but you purposefully wore that purple silk robe you knew reo was a goner for. and of course, paired with nothing underneath, you were sure to get your insides rearranged.
the shower abruptly stopped and after hearing a rustling inside of the bathroom—probably reo messing with the towel—the door opened and from the steam stepped out a very drenched and very sexy reo.
with just a towel wrapped around his slender waist and his whole top-half bare, water running down his drenched purple locks, he looked like a vision which immediately got you biting your lip. reo approached you and cupped your cheek, smirking. “it’s time.”— okay, horny mariah carey.
and time it was, because reo had you folded up in missionary, his hand cupping your face and another hand rubbing circles on your clit. “you feel it yeah? how much i—fuckin’—need you.” reo panted in your ear, his thumb swiping at the drool seeping from your lips.
each snap of his hips into you shook the whole bed, his cock a blur of absolute speed as he messed up your insides. the robe you had slipped on earlier lay in tatters on the floor.
but you couldn’t care less, not when your husband fucked you so messy and so good. reo gripped your face harder and forced you to look up at the mirror installed in the ceiling overlooking the bed, “see how dumb you look? gushing all over m’ cock like a little slut.” reo drawled, his hand dropping from your chin to wrap around your throat, choking you softly.
“mmh—! reoo—more—!” you babbled mindlessly, eyes crossed up. “can’t even speak huh? right, all stupid. not a single thought in that brain of yours.” reo chuckled, his hips now slowing down to a languid pace, rolling into you to stir up your already full insides. every roll of his hips made you leak around his cock, so dirty.
“fuckk—keep leakin’ like that and i‘ll go crazy..” reo leaned forward to bury his face in your neck, sucking a dark hickey on your sensitive flesh.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
another winner!! woohoo!!
record: 30 days aayyyeee
“we’re never doing this again. this whole..november thing.” reo muttered against your skin as he spooned you from behind. the early morning rays creeped in through the curtains and got in your eyes, making you squint and groan. “uh-oh.” reo laughed, covering your eyes with his palm, but it covered your whole face.
“little baby can’t handle a little sun?” reo mocked you in a baby-ish voice and you grabbed a pillow to whack him in the face. “shut up!” you pouted and reo only laughed, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so he was on top of you.
he leaned forwards to nuzzle his nose with yours. “don’t pout, you’re making me wanna kiss you.” reo confessed, pressing a kiss to your jaw. you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him up to look at you. “then kiss me.” you dared.
and kiss you he did.
─── NAGI SEISHIRO found out about this challenge from reo. he was not doing this bro. he noped out on the first day itself.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
lol shut up what first week he barely made it through the first day
“haah—mm—’s so good..’yer so good..” nagi panted, his large hand tangled in your hair to push your head down on his cock. he heard your throat muscles contract and choke around his length and he bucked his hips up.
“can’t believe i was plannin’ on stayin’ away from this sweet throat all monthh.” nagi leaned back in his gaming chair and you popped his cock out of your mouth. nagi shivered softly, feeling the cold air of his room hit against his sensitive cock. you gasped for air before gathering saliva in your mouth and spitting down on nagi’s tip and spreading it around nagi’s length.
“good thing you didn’t, sei’.” you giggled, taking nagi’s cock back into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down on it. nagi was big in all the right ways and no matter how much you hollowed your mouth out, you never seemed to fit him in completely.
it poked your cheek and made it bulge, your lips were swollen and flushed from sucking on his dick. you dipped your head and deepthroated his big dick, fuck, it was so meaty and veiny. you could feel each of his veins pulse against the inner walls of your throat as you massaged his length with your throat.
nagi tugged you off his cock by your hair and began fishing his cock. he aimed it right at your face, this bastard. “watch.” you stuck your tongue out, a messy mixture of nagi’s precum and your spit dripping from your tongue.
with a few more strokes, nagi nutted all on your face. painting you with his cum, he panted heavily, his broad chest rising and falling with each huff. “i just finished on youu, ooh.”
you picked up some of the cum on your finger and brought it into your mouth, sucking your digit clean. nagi got very—very. turned on by that, his dick twitching back to life even after he just came.
and right after that, he hauled you onto his lap and pushed your panties to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to his ravaging gaze. “shit—you’re so wet just from sucking me off?” nagi commented blankly, you squirmed and a flush quickly coated your cheeks.
“sei’!” you smacked his chest and he grabbed your wrist, bringing your small palm upto his face to press a kiss to it. only to distract you from how he shoved his dick right into your sopping wet cunt, a lewd squelch echoing through the room as he bottomed out in one swift thrust. you gasped, your back arching so beautifully.
“yeah, stay like that babygirl.” nagi kissed your neck, massaging your hip with one hand to ease you despite how absolutely full you felt. with the other hand he unmuted his mic to speak into it.
“right here. sorry, my girlfriend wanted me.” nagi shrugged, from his headphones you could hear the whistles and cheers of his friends. nagi clamped a hand on your mouth, “gotta stay quiet, okay babe?” he then shifted his attention to his game, making you cockwarm him while he played games on call with his friends.
you muffled a whine into his shoulder. this was going to be a really, really long night.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
a loser but he does not gaf. nnn?? nagi nut november 😳
record: 12 hours. he nutted at exactly 2 am on a tuesday night.
you were getting desperate now, you were leaking your juices all over him and some of it even spilled onto his gaming chair. yet nagi had not even moved once, let alone cum. you had been bouncing on his dick for what felt like an eternity, your clit was all swollen and flushed from grinding against his pelvis so much and your thighs were shaking, knees struggling to hold yourself up. your hips were cramping and you could barely hold yourself up.
“seiii’—baby pleaaaaseee—” you whined so needily you were sure his friends on the call could hear, nagi’s gaze flicked from the game to you then back to the screen. he clicked his tongue in faux annoyance.
“you already came twice on me and i haven’t even moved.” nagi remarked blankly, like this was daily news for him. gosh, this boy frustrated you to no end. if it wasn’t for you using him like a living breathing dildo to get yourself off, you would’ve strangled him already. nagi seemed to notice your frustration and with a small sigh he unmuted his mic
“gonna go afk guys. my girlfriend wants me again, can’t say no.” nagi didn’t wait for a response from the other side and took his headphones off, resting them on his neck and grabbing ahold of your hips.
“where was i?” nagi tilted his head and began pounding into you until your eyes rolled back. on his computer screen, his valorant avatar died and his friends were yelling at him for dipping mid match. but he was clearly aiming for something else.
─── SHIDOU RYUSEI didn’t even think about this challenge. he barely even remembered until you brought it up to him one night while he was humping your thigh while scrolling instagram. no but seriously, did you reaaallyy expect this jerkmate grandmaster baiter, gooner supreme, to not nut for a whole month? he’d rather eat glass and like it.
↳ FIRST DAY :
yeah, first day. because he is not lasting more than that.
heck, he barely lasted the first hour.
“haah? ‘ya ain’t serious right?” shidou drawled out. he thought you would’ve taken the hint that he just cannot physically function without busting a load every other day. not doing that for a whole month is practically a death sentence for him, even more-so because you’re his hot, beautiful, perfect girlfriend.
but your serious expression threw him off, you were not joking. “fiinnee. guess i could play along for like—an hour.” shidou yawned, rolling his eyes. but his hand immediately found it’s way to your thigh, squeezing it. “let me just keep it there.” shidou gave you a sidelong glance.
you shook your head, you knew he would tap out soon.
and he did, oh dear. shidou had you folded up in a full nelson. his big toned arms hooked under your knees, your back pressed flush to his chest. his cock thrust in and out of you hard and fast, every thrust made his pelvis connect with your asscheeks and a loud filthy slap echoed through the room.
“fuck—g’na nut all in this bitch. yeah? this pussy keeps sucking me in like ‘ye can’t get enough.” shidou grinned wildly, his hand creeped lower to rub circles on your clit as he grinded against your cunt, trying to stuff himself deeper.
“ryuuuu’—harder!—gimme moreee!” you screamed his name, your words slurring as shidou fucked you into oblivion. “yeah? more? fuckin’ greedy little slut.” shidou cackled, sweat rolling down his abs and neck, resuming his earlier pace. his hands reached to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks to drive himself deeper into you. the crown of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust making you cry out.
“mmh—ryu’! cummin’—!” your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, toes curling as you gushed over shidou’s cock for the nth time that night. “cream all over my dick—yeah, jus’ like that, what a good gal.” shidou panted, eventually he buried himself to the hilt inside you, balls slapping against your ruined pussy as he emptied yet another load inside of your creamy little cunt.
“one more, ‘kay?”
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
what made you think he would win..?
record: 1. singular. hour. this man does not care.
shidou held you close while he was back to scrolling through instagram. you cuddled up into his side, wrapped up in his hoodie which drowned you in it. the sleeves fell way past your hands and thighs and it smelled so undoubtedly like him. that feral scent of his.
shidou laughed at a dumb reel, his thumb rubbing circles on your hips. he didn’t say anything, the silence already spoke volumes. it was comfortable like this, just the two of you and nothing else.
eventually though, shidou cradled the back of his head with his palm and pressed a kiss to your forehead. your eyes fluttered closed, a small giggle escaping you. music to his ears.
“did i go too hard? are ‘ya hungry?” shidou asked, showing the rare softness which was only reserved for you. his eyes were half-lidded, gazing down at you with so much adoration it stole your breath.
you shook your head and buried your face in his chest, wrapping (barely) your arms around his bare upper half and pulling him flush to you. “nuh uh—mmf just wan’ you.” your voice was muffled into his warm skin.
shidou laughed, not his usual devilish cackles but a rare genuine laugh. he pressed another kiss, this time to your cheek and resumed watching his stupid reels.
─── MICHAEL KAISER was another boaster, he knew he was going to win this challenge. how could he not? it’s not like you were thaaatt tempting!
↳ FIRST WEEK:
this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. okay maybe it kind of was.
would it hurt you to stop being so sexy and hot and lovely and — for just one second? really, you were doing this on purpose. and kaiser would not fall for it, no he wouldn’t. nuh uh.
“micha’! you’re home!” you hopped up from the couch to go greet kaiser at the front door, kaiser was clad in a warm hoodie and sweatpants. yet he could feel a shiver run down his body as soon as you wrapped your small arms around him.
yet he forced himself to act normal, he could not give up now. unless he wanted to be the laughing stock of the whole bastard münchen team for the coming year.
“liebe, did you miss me?” kaiser wrapped his arms around you too, crushing you against him with more force than necessary. his cold hands trailed all over your body, slipping lower to cup your round ass, squeezing the fat and feeling it spill from between his fingers. you were so perfect.
“mm—sure i did. you’re dirty micha’, go wash up.” you giggled, pulling away and helping kaiser take his hoodie off. kaiser pouted softly but chased after your lips for a kiss, you pulled back and grimaced, “eww, you’ll get me sick.” kaiser rolled his eyes, “germaphobe. just say you don’t want me.”
“drama queen.” you sighed but your words held no real bite, you tugged kaiser’s hoodie off his frame and folded it in your arms. “go shower, for real now.” and kaiser reluctantly obliged like a very bratty toddler. what’s up with his attitude?
↳ SECOND WEEK:
his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy — mom’s spaghetti.
he cannot do this anymore. he regrets ever boasting about this, he regrets even taking up this damned challenge! he can’t even touch you without wanting to rip your clothes off and bend you over the nearest possible surface that’s how down bad he has become.
and it has been showing during football practice too, his teammates are always keeping a safe distance from him lest he kick the ball in their balls. then it will really be no nut november.
every shot kaiser made seemed to make the net scream every time he landed a goal, and by the end of practice, kaiser was always buzzing with energy now even more-so that he hasn’t nutted in weeks.
“kaiser misses a goal in latest match against brazil. is the german legend slipping up?” you read out the news headline to kaiser who was fuming beside you on the bed. you could literally see his head emitting smoke, almost.
you bit back a giggle and turned to lay on your side, running a hand over kaiser’s chest and making him shudder. “what’s wrong, big guy?” you feigned concern when you actually knew all too well what’s wrong with him. and kaiser hated that, you teasing little minx.
kaiser grabbed onto your hips and lifted you onto his lap, “you know exactly what’s wrong with me.” kaiser deadpanned, he looked some parts mad and some parts desperate. he began grinding you on his lap, feeling your cunt rub against his bulge from the fabric of your panties under your sinfully short skirt.
“getting desperate, are we now, micha?” you teased, leaning forwards and hiking your tiny tee up, allowing your tits to spill free and gods, they filled up kaiser’s face.
“mmhmm..” kaiser’s voice was muffled from in-between your round, perfect boobs. his hands crept higher up your skirt to grab handfuls of your perky ass and grind you harder against him. he was so lost in the sauce he didn’t even notice your juices ruining his sweatpants.
“michaa—! ye’ can’t cum yet, remember?” you rolled off kaiser’s lap and began pulling your clothes back in place. kaiser’s hand went down to palm himself through his damp sweats, gosh his outline was so thick it had you drooling.
“please, prinzessin.” kaiser whispered, loud and clear but you pretended not to hear anyway. just to hurt his already fragile ego even more. “mm? please what?” you smirked, running a hand down kaiser’s chest again.
“please just—let me put the tip in. please! that doesn’t—that doesn’t count as losing, yeah?” kaiser pleaded, desperation lacing every syllable of his speech. and how could you resist him when he was like this?
you shook your head with small laugh and flipped your skirt up, pushing your panties to the side with your finger. “just the tip, ‘kay? no more.” kaiser ogled but then fished his cock out from his pants and he was already so hard. poor boy, must’ve been soooo needy.
he stroked his cock a few times, his tip was drooling pre and looked so flushed and pretty. he pressed it against your sopping wet pussy and slid it up and down your folds, smacking your clit with it making you cry out sweetly.
eventually, kaiser pressed just his huge, flared tip inside of you and immediately a groan which he seemed to have been holding in for ages slipped out of his mouth.
“scheiße—yer’ squeezin’ the life outta’ me, liebe..” kaiser choked out, head thrown back over the pillows, heels digging into the mattress trying to hold back from thrusting up into you. because he knows if he does,
he won’t pull out till he nuts.
↳ THIRD WEEK:
by week three, kaiser has become a problem.
not for you. not for his teammates. not for isagi (okay, maybe for isagi). no, no—kaiser has become a problem for himself.
the man wakes up hard. he goes to bed hard. he breathes too fast and he’s hard. like a beast of erectile dysfunction, at this point he’s convinced his body is staging his downfall.
he’s snappy, irritable, and painfully pretty (just like usual but this time he is suffering). everyone around him knows something is off—they been knew—he’s quieter in the locker room, always sitting with his legs crossed like a victorian lady in the medieval ages trying to hide her ankles except he’s trying to hide his boner.
AND god forbid you so much as bend down to pick something up in front of him. the moment you do, you can literally hear his last two braincells arguing:
“im gonna nut”
“dude sybau we gotta survive this”
“i can’t do this anymore twin”
“get up.” kaiser ordered, but his voice was a little pitched up. you were bent over, cleaning the bookshelf and of course you wore the tightest little booty shorts to just rub it in even more.
he knew you were doing this on purpose, showing yourself around knowing he can’t do anything about it?
you peered over your shoulder to look at him, your hips giving a teasing little sway. “what is it, micha? can’t i clean around a little?” you pouted, batting your dolly lashes up at kaiser.
“you can..but stop—fuckin’ hell.” kaiser ran his inked hand down his face, his eyes zeroed in on your plump ass. how much he wanted to just grab two handfuls of that perfect bouncy fat and feel it slap against his hips everytime he fucked into your creamy little cunt.
you seemed to read his thoughts, with how your lips curled into the tiniest smirk. “what? use your words..” you cooed mockingly, arching your back even more.
kaiser wasn’t having any of it, he simply stood up and walked away. because he knew if he stayed, it would be much, much worse.
↳ FOURTH WEEK:
oh, hallelujah. november is almost coming to an end, kaiser swore he would actually shave his head and retreat retreated a monastery in taiwan to lead the life of a monk if this month wore on any loner.
the morning of 30th november was the longest ever in his life, every passing second was a second closer to salvation and kaiser couldn’t wait.
it had gotten so bad that he skipped practice unless he wanted to pop a boner in the middle of the field. sure his team was confused, kaiser never skipped practice or literally anything to do with football then they looked at the calender and a collective ‘ohhh’ was sounded.
and as soon as the clock hit 12? baby, kaiser was not. holding. back.
“you little fuckin’ tease.” kaiser bounced you on his lap in reverse cowgirl, one hand tightly gripping your hips and his tattooed hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “you made my life a livin’ hell with this—sweet little cunt.” kaiser growled, his hips bucking up to fuck more of his big cock into your drooling pussy.
“mmhh—! micha—please—too much!” you whined loudly, tapping his meaty thigh weakly with two fingers. “too much?” kaiser laughed humorlessly, “yer’ leaking all over m’ cock and you say is too much?” kaiser nipped at your earlobe.
kaiser’s hands slid down to harshly cup your bouncing tits and kneaded the firm mounds in his hands. you threw your head back on his shoulder with a cry. “fuckk yeah—look at these perfect little tits. all fuckin’ mine.” kaiser punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust into you, his tip kissing that spot inside of you which made you see stars behind your eyelids.
kaiser then grabbed his phone from the bedside table and opened his camera app, he then gripped your chin and forced you to look at yourself, messy and dumb, in the phone. “smile, liebling.” kaiser chirped and winked at the screen while you tried your best to smile with your swollen lips and drool down your chin.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
kaiser never loses, what did you think?
record: 30 full days. barely made it.
“look how fucked out you look here.” kaiser laughed, showing you the selfie of you he took earlier. “micha! stop it—” you giggled and pushed the phone away, kaiser curled an arm around you and hugged you closer to his side. his nose buried in your hair to inhale the sweet scent of your shampoo—something delicate like you. “can’t believe i survived without fuckin’ ‘ya for a month.” kaiser commented with a small chuckle, his words buried into the crown of your head.
“..‘m never doing this again.” kaiser shook his head and spooned you closer to him.
he is definitely doing this again.
─── ALEXIS NESS who saw you mention doing the no nut november challenge once and immediately started sulking like a puppy who got his favourite toy taken away.
he is not going to deprive himself of you for a whole month, what do you think he is? stupid?
↳ FIRST WEEK:
day 1. ness has lost vision in his left leg and has a fracture in his right eye. no seriously, he feels like he’s walking on a pile of glass barefoot—and he would rather do that than actually do this challenge.
but since you pleaded him so sweetly, how could he say no? he tried to keep his act up for atleassstt a couple of days. maybe 6 or 7.
day 3. he caved, like a dumbass. no you can’t even blame him this time! poor baby just couldn’t resist it when you went to the shower and left your panties lying on the floor. he was just cleaning up after you—but fuck, he just couldn’t help himself from pressing the lacy pair to his face and taking a big sniff. gosh, he was drooling like a puppy.
one thing lead to another and he was jerking off with your panties wrapped around his cock. so disgusting. he didn’t even notice when you stepped out of the bathroom in just a skimpy little towel, and caught him right in the act. using your panties to get himself off.
and you wouldn’t let him get away with that, would you?
“you stupid little puppy, just can’t keep your dick in your pants, can’t you?” you cooed, rubbing your dripping cunt on ness’s face. you were sitting on ness’s face, eyes locked onto his where his face was peeking out from between your thighs.
gosh, he was in heaven, he loved when you took charge of him. his tongue licked between your folds, gulping down mouthfuls of your slick. you grinded down against his mouth and up until your clit caught on his nose.
“mmh, you’re gonna nut just from this, huh?” you tilted your head to the side, fingers tangling into ness’s soft magenta locks to hold him in place as you rode his face. ness’s hands gripped your thighs to press you harder against him but you swatted them away.
“no touching. you don’t deserve it.” you clicked your tongue, you lifted yourself up from his face and looked down. ness whined, “m-mommy! please—fuck—sit back down!” he demanded, and you did. ness’s lips immediately latched onto your clit and he began sucking until your pearl was flushed and aching.
ness bucked his hips up, fucking the air. mumbling ‘love you’s and endless praises into your pussy. he was so pussy-drunk he couldn’t even stop himself from cumming untouched. ropes of his cum splattering over his own stomach.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
he was destined to lose!!
record: 3 days, atleast he lasted half a week?
“a-ah! mommy—y’re so tight and mm—so good!” ness babbled in your ear as he fucked into you mindlessly, he pressed his forehead against yours, hands cupping your face. “love you—love you so fuckin’ much—and love this tight lil’ pussy..” ness whispered against your lips before capturing them in a wet, messy kiss.
ness fucked vigorously into your sloppy pussy, pressing wet, smacking kisses all over your fucked out face. his thrusts eventually got sloppier and with a few more, he buried himself deep inside of you and shooter his seed right into your warm, waiting womb. he pressed on your belly with a shaky hand.
