MDNI/18+ only, voyeurism, masturbation, use of toys, unprotected sex, creampie
Pervy Roommate!Shidou walks around the house in nothing but boxers. If it were up to him, he’d just be walking around naked—hell he was, before you complained to him.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou grabs your hips and fake thrusts whenever you bend over to grab something from the ground.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou who’s jerking off on the couch. The floor plan is open, so you’d definitely see him if you were to come home—which, oh! What a great timing. The front door clicks open. And in you walk. He feels his cock stir in his hand.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou only tilts his head back onto the couch. “Welcome home,” he grunts. Not once stopping his ministrations. You still in the door opening, mouth opening and closing. Eventually you hiss out a “What the hell, Shidou!” and stumble—almost sprint—to your room. Your face bright red. Just before you close your door he hears a ‘perv’ fall from your lips.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou who fists his cock to the sweet, sweet sounds you make while playing with yourself. You probably don't even realise how thin the walls are. The shlick shlick shlick of his fist pumping his cock almost drowns out your sound. Now that won’t do, would it?
Pervy Roommate!Shidou stands up and quietly opens his door. Tiptoeing his way over your door, he opens it slightly. There you are on your bed. Tank top pushed over your tits, completely naked from the waist down. Your back is arched, biting down on your knuckles. You’re pumping a hot pink dildo into that sweet cunt of yours, plump lips gripping around the toy.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou nearly groans at the sight. A few beads of pre leaking out of his slit. His hand moves in tandem with your toy, hoping, wishing, it was him instead. Biting down on his lower lip, he closes his eyes for a second. God you’d grip him so good. Opening his eyes, he looks at you once more.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou realises—albeit a bit late—that the pink of your dildo matches his eyes. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck— his abs tighten, fist speeding up slightly, before he cums right then and there. Hot white spilling over his hand, his abs, and even on the door. Teeth sinking into his plush lip even harder until they draw blood. His cock jumps at the sensation, a bit more of cum splurting out.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou stays there like that—cum everywhere, blood dripping down his lip—until you cum with a cry. Your back arches so violently, thighs trembling, eyes closed. His cock springs to life in his hand, again. The cum from his hand is dripping down onto the floor pathetically, forming a small puddle near his feet.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou is about to walk away when he hears it. “Fuck Ryu—”his head snaps back to the door, heart pounding. Did you see him? If so, he’d just walk in honestly. Instead he’s greeted by you straddling the pink toy, hovering just above it. Being able to see it fully now, he sizes the thing up. It's definitely not as girthy or lengthy as he is.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou almost opens the door when you sink down onto the toy with a ‘Fuck Ryusei, so big.’ He stays there, watching, for the rest of the evening.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou who walks up behind you the next morning. You’re sitting on the couch, a book in hand, completely immersed. He feels his cock jump the moment he sees you, images of last night running rampant through his mind. Leaning in his lips graze the shell of your ear.
“Had a fun time last night?” he breathes out. Voice fully cocky.
Your head turns so fast, he wonders if you’ve given yourself whiplash.
“What?” you blurt out, cheeks heating up.
He just smirks. “Y’know, when you were bouncing on that pretty pink-colored toy of yours moaning out my name. ‘Ohhhh Ryusei, plea—’”
He gets cut off when your hand connects to his cheek. A red handprint instantly blooming.
“You were watching?!” you hiss out, mortified.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou feels himself get fully hard the moment you slapped him. A small whimper falling from his lips. Yes, he fucking whimpered the moment you slapped him. You gape out at him. Eyes traveling down his body to see his evident boner. “You cannot be serious.”
Pervy Roommate!Shidou has you bent over the couch a mere ten minutes later. Ass up, head into the cushions, your cunt dripping.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou drags his cockhead through your slit, bumping your clit once. Twice. Teasing your quivering hole, he pushes in slightly before popping it back out. You whine out. “Quit teasin’”
He just hums, grabbing both your ass cheeks and pulling them apart. He groans at the sight. One hand leaves your cheek to grip his shaft instead. Lining himself up, he leans forward.
“Biiiig stretch,” he whispers while pushing in. You're clawing at the cushions, trying to find something to grip onto.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou throws his head back. Fuuuckk, you feel even more amazing than he could’ve imagined; so wet, warm, and tight. He stills, not even halfway inside. Shidou’s had hookups before—a lot of them, actually—but none of them have ever felt like this. Your hips buck back against his. An impatient whine rips itself from your throat. He smacks your ass, watching it jiggle.
“You always this pathetic for your roommates’ cock?”
Pervy Roommate!Shidou sets a brutal pace from the start, not letting you get used to the way he’s stretching out your walls in the slightest. Your walls are clamping down onto him like a vice. “Look at her, doesn't even wanna let go of me,” he chuckles. The only sounds that can be heard are the moans, groans and the faint creak of the couch moving inch by inch with each harsh trust.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou rubs your clit in small circle eights, and then tries to discreetly spell out his name on your clit. You’re too far gone to even notice it. Drool collecting on the couch below you in a small puddle. “Whose pussy is this?”
When you don't reply he stills. Thrust ceasing, finger gone from your clit. “Asked you a question, roomie.”
“Yours, please Shidou, it's yours. Please move,” tears are collecting on your waterline, the high you were chasing ebbing away with each second that he's not moving.
“Thaaat’s right, slutty girl.”
Pervy Roommate!Shidou has you cumming not even two minutes later; walls spasming around him, thighs trembling, hips jerking, forming a creamy ring around his base. Laughing he leans his chest against your back. “Feel her gripping me. You love letting your roommate fuck you, don’t you.”
Pervy Roommate!Shidou is emptying his balls inside of you mere minutes later, painting your entire womb a shade of white.
Pervy Roommate!Shidou now walks around the house naked whenever he so pleases. You haven’t done anything since, haven’t even looked at him, but he knows it only takes so much time before you come crawling back to him. Have him fill you up again. And he can only wish that it’s sooner rather than later.
A/n: This is honestly just for me to practice smut, and what better way than to use the horniest boy in Blue Lock. Anyway constructive criticism is always welcome.
╰ 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.
doggy. there’s no other way. shidou loves to fuck you hard from behind, large hands grasping your hips and occasionally smacking your ass. his cheeks flush hard while he sees how perfectly your ass bounces every time his hips slam against yours. shidou loves to take control, he’s absolutely addicted to the way you whine and plead for more against the pillow. and he obeys – he gives you more just like you want, to the point his cock is smeared with your white cream and your ass cheeks are red from all the smacks he’s given you.
₊⊹ michael kaiser
reverse cowgirl. yup. the position where you’re only allowed to see kaiser’s feet while he’s staring at your bouncing ass with his arms behind his head, a cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face. he has a superiority complex which definitely reflects to your bed activities as well – he tells you to fuck yourself on his cock and make yourself cum, and if he cums before you, you know the only way you'll come tonight is by your own hand. there’s no way he bothers to finger you or anything if he doesn’t feel like it. i’m sorry but this man is a selfish lover. luckily, his cock feels so damn good that you almost every time fall apart on top of him, hands gripping his thighs as you clench around his shaft. during those times, he sometimes, sometimes, grabs your hips and begins to slam his hips up against your poor, tired pussy.
₊⊹ yoichi isagi
missionary. isagi is a passionate guy who gives his all to things he loves – soccer and you. he’s not a mean one who has a dirty mouth in bed, even though he can get quite rude towards the opponent on the field. but to you – he’s the perfect, loving partner who makes sure you cum first, always. he fucks you with slow and deep strokes which makes the air leave your lungs, his other hand skillfully rubbing your clit as he breathes softly against your neck. isagi tells you how good you are to him, he praises you while his hips roll perfectly against yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. but okay, he can be a little mean once you’ve came, since he starts to seek for his own release. and how? leaning back, wrapping your legs on his shoulders and pounding into you shamelessly.
₊⊹ seishiro nagi
riding. nagi absolutely loves to watch you from under his half lidded eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock. he often thinks that every other sex position is a hassle, but riding is something he genuinely enjoys, because he gets to guide your movements and help you cum with little effort while admiring your beautiful body and face as you fall apart. nagi is careful, always making sure you don’t grow tired or hurt yourself. honorable mention with nagi is the fact he obviously loves you sucking his cock as well - especially under the desk while he's focused on playing on his computer.
₊⊹ itoshi sae
doggy/pronebone. sae is also a selfish lover. literally if you think this man gives a damn about your pleasure, you’re delusional. he loves to fuck you from behind, he loves to dominate you and make you take what he gives. of course, sae wouldn’t ever force you to anything – he has normal human morals after all. but once he gets going, you need to be prepared to the fact he will push your face or whole body down on the mattress and fuck you hard to the point your legs are trembling and you’re seeing stars. luckily, his cock pounds right against your sweet spot, making you aggressively clench and cum around his shaft. he tells you you’re such a good girl, that you’re taking him so well, and the second you think he’s slowing down – he only grabs you by the hair and pulls you back up against him, hips continuing to smack against your ass.
❤︎ ໋𓈒 shidou loves when you don’t wear any panties !
shidou loves when you walk around the house with no underwear. you’d be wearing only his shirt, or sometimes, he’d ask you to wear just a tank top, so that he can see your bare pussy on display. it’s a bit embarrassing, but you know it saves him the trouble of having to tug aside any bottoms or panties, giving him easier access whenever he wants to fuck you silly. and secretly, you love it. it always excites you knowing that he could just sneak up on you and pump his thick dick inside you.
so when he comes up behind you as you’re cutting fruit, his arm thrown around your waist as you giggle, “what’re you doing, ryu?”, he’s already lifting your baggy shirt up, revealing no panties as he starts rubbing circles on your pussy, feeling how wet you easily get. he lines himself up, pushing his cock into your tiny cunt, “aren’tcha so cute, sweetheart.”
it’s not long before you’re reduced to a whiny, babbling mess from shidou’s cock pounding your poor pussy stupid like a brute. you’re bent over, and you have him laughing behind you as you’re whining the most incoherent sounds, "so big, mmmuh! feels s'full, ahh—ah! ryuuu, mmn—haa~! uhnn~!”
“ya love this, huh? look at’cha, your pussy’s clenching ‘round me like a slut, baby.” he hums. and you do love it; you think you’d be completely content if you could stay like this forever.
and when he starts to groan, his thrusts getting harder and a little sloppier, asking you, “ryu’s gonna cum, baby. ya want that? c’mon, tell me.” but he doesn’t even give you time to answer before you his cock is twitching deep inside you, his warm cum spilling and flooding your pussy. his body tenses, “shitttt, take it, sweetheart.”
your back arches uncontrollably, and you’re practically crosseyed and becoming a drooling mess, “"aaaahngh, mmnnnn, r-ryuuuuu! s'too goood, mmnn-! wanna keep it, wan’ it all, hhhaaah, ‘s-sticky inside meee!”
he leans down to coo against your cheek, “ya can’t even talk, huh, stupid girl? got’cha all dumb...”, and you nod hastily, “aaah! haaah… mmmf, wanna—wanna—”
“wanna what, baby?” he kisses the side of your face, so amused from how desperate you are. “c’monnn, use your words, tell me.” you squirm in his grip, making the tiniest sound, “wanna.. bed… p-pleaseee..”
his hand slides down between your legs to press the mess in deeper. “ooohh, ya wanna get fucked again in bed? that it?”
“mhmmh!”, you’re completely gone, and you can feel him growing harder again, and it’s unbearable. you’re antsy for him to just fuck you again.
“ya too cute like this, baby.” he teases, picking you up effortlessly, arms under your thighs. “so dumb for my cum. ‘course i’m takin’ ya to bed.”
the room is thick with the smell of sweat, sex and the filthy sounds of the two of you going at it for the past hour. it’s not every day that you get to be on top, watching shidou slowly lose his composure beneath you.
“s-shit— y’re fucking insane,” he groans, breath coming out ragged as his hands clamp down on your hips. you refuse to slow down, riding him harder with your head thrown back and your nails pressing into his chest, muffled whines breaking from you each time his cock sinks deep enough that his tip nudges against your cervix.
“a-ah— ryu, you’re so deep,” you whine, nails pressing harder as your eyes roll back from the pressure.
shidou’s head falls back against the pillow, a broken moan slipping from his lips as he keeps thrusting up into your sloppy pussy, meeting every drop of your hips with a desperate snap of his own. “y’re still so— ngh— tight… haah this pussy is squeezing me too damn good,” he pants, voice cracking in a way you’ve rarely heard from him. sweat clings to his forehead, blond strands sticking messily to his skin as his usual smug expression starts to fall apart.
you lean forward, shifting your position so that every roll of your hips drags the head of his cock right against that spongy spot deep inside you, and the new sensation only makes you moan louder at the sharp jolt of pleasure coursing through your body.
his eyes roll back the moment you lift your hips and sink back down on his member again, perfectly edging him so he can’t cum too quickly. it’s absolute torture what you’re doing to him right now, but he’s loving every second of it. “ya like seeing me this way, don’tcha?” he rasps, one hand sliding up your back to pull you down closer.
“keep going like that and i’m not gonna last, sweetheart.”
you smile against his neck, deliberately clenching around his dick as you grind down just enough to feel him twitch. “… then don’t,” you whisper, breath hot against his skin.
“fuuuck… don’t say it like that,” he chokes out, jaw tightening like he’s barely holding it together.
his grip on you tightens almost painfully as another deep groan tears from his throat, hips jerking up to meet your movements. the last threads of his control are fraying fast, and you can feel it in the way his cock throbs inside you, desperate and sensitive with every greedy roll of your hips that pushes him closer to the edge.
you're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud !
the one thing that gets shidou's cells excited is kicking a ball around a field, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins like a freight train that's getting derailed. speeding through the blades of grass—unstoppable, but in control, always.
okay.. maybe soccer's not the only thing. backshots are a close second, maybe even taking the cake, and he's not afraid to admit it. when he's ploughing his tanned cock into your pussy from behind, watching your ass jiggle with every slap and squeeze, he feels like he's on top of the fucking world.
the pure desperation that rips through your vocal chords when his tip kisses your cervix is priceless. shidou's got your ass up in the air in doggy, gasping everytime his dick pushes past the opening of your cunt and rubs against your labia. he's actively coaching you through it too, telling you what to do, asking if you're okay in between thrusts, saying, "you doing alright, pretty girl? takin' it so well, i'm impressed.."
your head's buried in the fabric of the pillow. each time he takes you apart on his cock, your pleas get drowned out by the cotton, and all he hears are muffled whines of, "aah, ryuuuu! so fuckin' big.. r-ryuseeei!" and "want'chu to ruin me with your cock, ryu! fill me up with your babies! p-please, pretty pleaaase!" '
shidou's fat cock squeezes through your pulsating cunt with surprising ease, almost as if it's made for you and you only, and when you're cumming all over him, screaming, "i'm cumming, 'm gonna cum, ryuuu! shit!", he fucks his seed deep into your womb. it's filthy, but he's used to getting his hands dirty on the field. this is like child's play.
it truly feels like an unprecedented victory when he's got you louder than a crowd of thousands at a game, and if he's being honest, this is infinitely better than winning any match. he doesn't pull out yet, letting yourselves catch your breath.
you feel his gentle touch against your cheek as he pushes a strand of hair out of your face. there's a huge smile on your face when you look over your shoulder to face him. "fuck, j'aime quand tu me regardes comme ça.." he mutters, admiring the dreamy look in your eyes. "you did good. si bon."
a/n i missed posting okay i was itching to write something. also he says "i love it when you look at me like that" and "so good" towards the end
Characters: Isagi yoichi, Sae itoshi, Rim itoshi, Shidou Ryusei, Micheal kaiser, Alexis Ness, Bunny iglesias, and Vivian Hugo.
TW: NSFW, oral ( female receiving and male receiving), drunk/tipsy sex, toxic, Simi public, raw, hair pulling.
Notes: this was made with a female reader in mind. There will be grammar mistakes because I did not proof read this. what types of romantic tropes are the blue lock boys.
Isagi yoichi - best friends to lovers
He is the best friend, the guy you've known since you were both in dippers and your mom's are friends.
It would start with him coming over to spend the night while your parents were out of town. They said Isagi could stay over because he was a ‘good boy’ and they trusted him.
You would both be laying on the bed watching a movie, you would be wearing short pajamas shorts. Your thighs looked so full, it takes all of isagis self control to climb on top of you and not fuck you into the mattress.
The movie turned into a sex scene and you both started laughing. You would look towards Isagi and his eyes had a dark tent to it.
It would start with making out, slow and sweet, until Isagi gets more demanding. His hands would find their way to your thighs, gripping onto them.
You would think that he would be gentle but he's not. Starting out he might be, helping you pull your shirt off and unclip your bra.
“Beautiful” he would whisper while kissing your neck, then nipping lightly.
He would spend hours in-between your thighs if you let him, he loves how your thighs squeeze around his head. The way your eyes flutter when he thrusts his tongue inside.
He would gently shove inside you, giving you a few minutes but after that he's not gentle. Thrusting in and out harshly.
“You like that? How deep I am?”
He might be harsh but he's not irresponsible, he would pull out after you cum, finishing on your thighs.
Sae itoshi - fake dating
Sae itoshi would be the fake dating trope. He didn't want to date you but his manager thought that being seen with a girl might give him some more popularity.
It started like normal, being ‘caught’ on dates with each other. Going to events with each other, posting on your socials.
Eventually Sae starts to look forward to these fake dates. Using them as an excuse to be near you.
“It would look weird if you weren't at my games” he would say, giving you a VIP ticket.
After dinner one night he would invite you to stay over. You both were tipsy from the wine you were sharing.
Suddenly you found yourself backed up against the wall, your hands tangled in his hair, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your thighs, and his mouth on your neck.
“You have no idea how long I've wanted this”
He would carry you into his room, you reached to squeeze his biceps, and he would flex them a little.
He's not rough but he's not gentle either, he's a little fast, like he can't wait to have to. He would finger you open, one of your hands holding his arm and the other gripping the sheets.
Sae would have condoms in the second drawer on the night stand, he wants to be prepared, and he's not dumb enough to go raw the first time.
When he pushes in he groans, his hands would be on your hips at first, guiding you onto his cock.
After a little bit he would throw your legs up on his shoulders wanting to hit deeper.
“So good for me..yeah, like that”
Rim itoshi - grumpy x sunshine
Rin doesn't know how to love so he would need to be showered in it. Someone who is more outgoing and more optimistic would balance him out.
He met you at a cafe, you were way too cheery for 5 am in the morning.
After a few times of him coming in you actually asked him out and he agreed. He didn't think much of it, thought you were pretty but you were too different.
After a few dates though the differences started to be the reason he liked you, the way you took his hand and leaned into him. Your bright smile and your fast talking.
Most of the intimacy you would have to initiate, he's honestly a little shy about it and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.
After a movie theatre date you went back to his apartment, you climbed into his lap while making out with him. Slowly grinding down on him.
“Shit…are you sure?” He would ask with a raspy voice, after you say yes he would flip you onto your back, so quick you almost got whiplash.
Rin would quickly work on taking your clothes off. You were a little surprised, this wasn't like the shy Rin you knew.
“Need it…please let me” he would say quietly, tugging on your shorts asking for permission.
After giving him the permission he would pull them off and then lean right down, spreading your thighs open.
“Keep 'em open for me..” he would say before pushing your panties to one side, not bothering to take them off.
Rin would dive in, the first taste he let out a groan and shoved his tongue in. He loves being in-between your legs. He would spend literal hours if you let him, adding a finger in and curling them because he loves the sounds you make.
Shidou Ryusei - party / party game
You knew of Shidou, you kinda ran in the same circles and went to the same parties.
The parties were honestly just excuses to get drunk, high, or have sex. They were fun though and you liked to go to them.
Tonight was another one of those parties, you all sat in a circle, a little tipsy. Playing seven minutes in heaven was cliché but you were in your 20s and partying.
After a few rounds it was your turn, you leaned over and then spun the bottle. The nose of it landed on Shidou.
You looked up and he had a smirk on his face.
“Ready then, princess?”
You both got up and went into a jacket closet in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen. It was small and you both went in, hearing the lock click on the outside.
“So you gonna stare or you wanna do something about it?” he said and leaned in with that dangerous smirk of his.
You knew it was probably a bad idea, Shidou has a reputation that follows him, but honestly you didn't care in the moment.
Soon his lips were on yours, one hand under your shirt, and another on your thigh, just under your skirt.
He bit your lip then pulled away, “Shit, we don't have much time” he said huskily into your ear.
Soon you were on your knees, his jeans and boxers were pooled around his ankles.
“Well, gonna do anything?” He still had that stupid smirk, his hands tangled in your hair and pulled you forward.
You knew there wasn't much time left and took the head into your mouth, he groaned and then you took more.
A few minutes later you were deep throating him, Shidou was grunting and moaning quietly. He normally would be loud but for your sake he was quiet, knowing there were people just down the hallway.
When he got close he started moving his hips, face fucking you, he pulled you back and forth, when he came his hand tightened in your hair, making sure you couldn't pull off.
“ Shit, I think we weren't over our time”
Michael Kaiser - enemies to lovers
Of course you knew of Kaiser, everyone in Germany knew of Kaiser. You knew of him for a different reason though. Part of working as a photographer for Bastard Munchen was dealing with him. Before you even started you were warned of working with him, he loves getting his picture taken, loves the spotlight, but he has the attitude of a toddler throwing a tantrum constantly.
Photoshoots with him normally turned into you ignoring him and focusing on the other players while he does dramatic poses and tries to get your attention.
Today was another one of those. It was just supposed to be a simple duo shoot with Ness and Kaiser, honestly, Ness was the most bearable part of Kaiser. Ness was always a sweetheart when you spoke to him.
You're taking action shot pictures of Ness while Kaiser off to the side is doing tricks with the ball. Honestly, he makes you hate the whole sport, working with the women's team or even the basketball team is so much better.
“Hey aren't you gonna take some of me, Schatz?”
You ignored him, he really wasn't worth it, the pay wasn't worth dealing with him.
You managed to survive the shoot, your patients are like made out of steel by now, forged by one annoying German rat lookalike.
You went to the staff locker room, took your camera off your neck and sat it on one of the benches, that thing was your life. Outside of your job you loved going taking pictures, you frequently went to parks and took nature shoots, your camera holds it all.
The door opened but you didn't pay any mind to it, walking towards the mirror to take your hair down. After pulling the hair tie out and fluffing your hair out you looked up at the mirror, seeing a certain blonde German behind you, holding your camera.
“Put it down”
“Make me, Prinzessin”
You weren't proud of it but you tackled him to the ground, teaching for the camera. Unfortunately, Kaiser was stronger than you and flipped you both around, putting the camera said and pinned your wrist above your head.
You glared up at him, trying to get your arms loose. “Let me go you freak”
“That hurts, we're just playing”
You kicked at him and he said his weight on your legs.
“Get off” you hissed out again
“Make me” he spoke with that stupid smug look on his face.
You didn't know what came across you, maybe just the pure want of wanting to wipe that look off his face, but you pushed yourself up as far as you could and kissed him. His eyes went wide, after a few seconds he kissed you back.
His knee slid in-between your legs and you grinded down on it, letting out a sound at the action.
“Feel good, Liebe?”
You rolled your eyes “i like it better when you don't talk”
After a while of the back and forth you were bent over the metal low to the ground benches in the locker room. It felt a little humiliating, letting this rat touch you like this. But you couldn't lie and say you didn't like it.
He pushed in with a groan and you let out a loud moan of his name. He didn't give you much time to get used to the feeling and started thrusting into you.
“Fuck, like you've made for me, Prinzessin”
Alexis Ness - one night stand
Ness really wasn't a person for one night stands, it wasn't his idea. Kaiser had wanted to go out to a bar after a win, needing a drink and Ness wanted to be with him.
Ness could normally handle his beer, but Kaiser just kept pushing more towards him, like some kinda game he wanted to see if he could get Ness drunk.
After a while a girl sat near them at the bar. You weren't really paying attention to them but you did notice them, you knew they were football players but honestly football wasn't really your thing.
Kaiser pushed Ness to go talk to you. “Isn't she pretty? Don't be a pussy Ness, go talk” he said and literally pushed Ness towards your chair.
By then you were a little tipsy too, but he was cute, stumbling over his words and his beautiful eyes.
You also weren't really the type of person to go home with someone, but Kaiser's suggestion of a hotel nearby, and the alcohol in your system made a terrible mix.
You both entered the hotel, getting a room key with a knowing look from the clerk. As soon as you both got the door open you were all over each other.
Normally Ness would've been slow and gentle. But the alcohol and you were pushing him to his limit.
You both quickly undressed each other, clothes falling on the floor, he pushed you back on the bed and climbed on top.
Ness had you on your stomach, back arched up, his hand was on your ass.
“So beautiful…like magic…fuck” Ness cursed and lined himself up with you.
He pushed in, encouraged but your loud moan of his name.
He loved the way your pussy grabbed him, it felt like magic, the way you threw yourself back against him.
You both came quick, Ness came inside, and you came with a loud cry. After you both fell asleep.
In the morning when he woke up you weren't there but a paper was on the side table with your number on it.
“Fuck” he thought and grabbed your number to text you. Ness isn't the kinda guy for one night stands.
Bunny Iglesias - enemies sister
Bunny knew that Sae hated him, he also knew that Sae had a little brother named Rin. At first he was going to get close to Rim in an attempt to piss Sae off. But then he found out they had a sister by stalking the itoshi parents' social media.
The whole family was pretty reserved but there were a few childhood pictures of you three. Though that he was able to find your Instagram and slid into your dms.
“Mon amour, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'd love to take you out.”
You didn't know why you responded, maybe because you found him attractive, and liked the attention.
Bunny took you to a little cafe, though he found out that you actually didn't know much about Sae. Apparently, Sae was as reserved with his family as he was with everyone.
It didn't really matter to Bunny though, he knew Sae, knew how pissed Sae would be when he found out.
One day you invited him over, you were both on your family home couch cuddled up watching a movie when Sae walked in.
He was less than thrilled, Bunny had a smirk on while Sae just glared. Sae had stormed out after you said you and Bunny were dating.
It left you confused. “Ah, don't worry, cariño. Me and him just have a little rivalry. You know, football and all”
Bunny knew how to make you feel better, helping you into his lap. He always knew how to make you melt against him, gently kissing your neck.
“He doesn't deserve you” Bunny said lowly into your ear, gently biting it.
His hand went under your skirt, rubbing you though your panties. You grabbed onto his shoulders, moaning quietly.
“Shh, no one's home right? You can hop like a little bunny”
Your legs were shaking, Bunny was mean. He leaned back onto the couch, his hands on your hips, not helping you bounce. Your legs were so sore.
There was something about defiling you on the itoshi family couch, ruining one of the things Sae cares about. It really got Bunny going, seeing you so pathetic, knowing he did that.
“Please..help..” you had managed to whine out, tears welling.
“Aw..poor little thing can't even get herself off” he suddenly grabbed your hips hard, so hard it would probably leave bruises. He lifted you up and slammed you back down on his cock.
Vivian Hugo - childhood marriage pact
Growing up with Hugo meant dealing with his weird quirks. He was obsessed with reading, not normal books, blank books, said it helped him think.
He was also obsessed with the idea of destiny. However, you didn't think a proposal in the sandbox with a ring pop would matter this much to him.
“Come on, we can get married for real this time.” He begged after being together for only three months.
Honestly, for how big Hugo was he was a dork, a huge guy with puppy dog eyes. He truly thought that his life was planned out for him, with you as his wife. Not that you really minded, he was unfortunately also the love of your life.
Hugo was also a big romantic, despite not being very religious he wanted to wait until marriage. He thought that it showed true love, waiting for someone like that.
So with a sigh you agreed, because you love him, and maybe also because being able to finally have sex with Hugo was a big plus. You couldn't help but wonder about it.
The day of your wedding was magical, tons of people, the vows were beautiful, the decor, the music, the food, literally everything you've ever dreamed of. But honestly, you were waiting for tonight.
Hugo was dressed in a black fitted suit and it was driving you crazy, he looked so good you were practically drooling at the sight of him.
After two hours of the reception you couldn't take it anymore and dragged him towards the car. He looked a little confused but whatever you wanted he was happy to oblige.
When you got home you turned the lights on and immediately tried to get the dress off. “Jesus Christ, help me with this.” You hissed at Hugo, he was just standing there like an idiot.
“Right, of course, chérie” his big hands pulled the zipper down. Letting you shrug it off and step out of it.
When you stepped out you had a white laced lingerie set on, he again looked stupid. Just staring at you.
“ You look like the stars”
“Yeah? Are you gonna do something about it?”
He didn't answer, just stepped forward. Sometimes you forgot how tall your husband was, right now was not one of those moments, it was hard to forget with him towering over you. Jesus the size difference was to die for.
He carried you to the bed bridle style, laying you down gently.
Hugo was very gentle during the whole thing, fingering you open slowly as to not risk hurting you. He would've worn a condom if you asked but you decided against it, wanting to feel him.
When he pushed in it felt like being whole for the first time, your nails dug into his back, he was big. He gently moved, watching your face for any signs of being uncomfortable.
Hi. May i request for a smut megumi x fem reader. It kinda include his divine dogs.
If you are OK with it
hi anon!! i wasn't quite sure what you were looking for, but i had the idea of him using them to hold you back for bondage instead of handcuffs 🤭
𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙈𝙀 ── .✦ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ
a night of helping your exhausted husband megumi fushiguro unwind from work ends up with him exhausting you instead
warnings ⋆.˚ smut, female!reader, bondage with a twist, reader is a brat, dom!megumi, dirty talk, teasing, hair grabbing, oral (m&f), face grabbing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, improper use of cursed technique (consensually), pet names (baby, sweetheart, baby girl), fingering, squirting, finger sucking, praise, cum eating, piv, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, cum play, pussy slapping, he's ruthless and mean (not that crazy tho but he's lowkey a sadist - and he calls you a slut once) fuck i need him, the dogs bite your wrists pretty hard but no blood or anything, reader is a bit of a masochist, aftercare sweetheart he loves you sm ugh
wc ⋆.˚ 2.8k
disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults
megumi barely says a word when he enters the apartment, shuffling over towards the couch where you’re seated and quickly pecks your cheek before going straight into the bathroom to shower.
you know that when he’s like this, it means his day was long and tiring.
you also know that when he’s worn out, he loves a good effortless fuck to unwind.
you slide off the couch and walk towards the bedroom, entering the closet to carefully debate which set of lingerie you want to wear for him that evening. eventually, you settle for the black lace, one that you actually hadn’t shown him yet. he was surely in for a pleasant surprise.
you hear the water shut off right after you’re finished changing, quickly situating yourself on top of the bed to gift him your body once he comes into the bedroom.
megumi’s towel sits low on his hips as he shakes out his hair with a hand towel. he hasn’t looked up yet, head leaning over slightly to wring the excess water out the strands.
“hey, baby,” you coo, “rough day?”
he finally lifts his head up and his heart nearly stops, hands working in his hair coming to a still. you look like an angel– a dark and tempting one. “yeah,” he breathes, bulge already growing with how delectable you look in your outfit, perky tits sneaking through the holes of the lace whilst your pussy lips soak the material.
“let me help you relax,” you hum, lifting yourself up onto your knees, ass up high, as you crawl towards the end of the mattress where he’s standing. you peer up at him through fluttering lids, biting your lip flirtatiously as you stare deeply into his irises, “how does that sound?”
“fuck,” he curses, already losing his mind. “yeah, okay,” he agrees, “you gonna fuck me good?”
“of course,” you promise, “i’d never leave my poor baby’s pretty cock neglected.”
megumi rips the towel off of his body, throwing it carelessly onto the floor along with the hand towel before he slides into the bed and sits up with his back pressed against the headboard. he pats his thighs to direct you where to go, your sweet, cunning smile growing wider as you inch your way closer to him. you stop your face just short of his cock, hard and upright, allowing your hot breath to ghost over the tip. he hisses, hips jerking forward from the teasing sensation.
“quit messing around,” he grunts, shoving his cock closer to your lips– to which you then giggle and pull your head back enough so he misses– impatient and needy for your touch, “c’mon, help your husband loosen up a little with that pretty mouth of yours, yeah?”
“so eager,” you taunt, poking out your tongue just enough to wet his white, beading tip with your spit. he sucks in his teeth, face twitching, “maybe i should make you work for it,” you smirk, sliding your tongue along his viscous vein, “you’ve already been doing that today, what’s another hour?”
he tsks, reaching one hand down to grab your hair whilst the other forces your lips to stay open with his thick fingers prying them apart. “gonna be a brat now? thought you were trying to help me?”
“is this not helpful?” your voice is intelligible enough, despite how much your mouth is open, that he hears you loud and clear. your eyes are glossy with that dangerous, faux innocence that always causes him to break.
“i suggest you stop talking before i do something you’ll regret.” he grits.
oh, how much you love when your husband gets mean in the bedroom. “and what would that be?” you question, tongue sliding around his fingers wet and sloppily. he narrows his eyes at you, contempt written on his face as he glares.
“i don’t think you want to know.”
his hand is loose enough now that you can bite down on his thumb resting on your lower lip. “oh, but i do.”
his brow lifts, and before you realize it, you're flipped beneath him, tearing off your lingerie with one hand whilst the other pins your wrists above your head. you gasp as the cool air hits your folds and hardens your nipples.
“oh, baby,” he mocks, laughing whilst his smile grows more sinister with each passing moment, “you’re in for a treat.”
he lets go of your wrists momentarily, licking his lips with intention as his palms meet, hands shifting into a sign. your eyes widen as you process which one and understand what he’s doing, a shaky breath falling past your teeth whilst you watch his lips curl upwards.
“m–megumi,” you huff, stomach tying into knots with anticipation.
“what?” he smirks, “i’m giving you exactly what you asked for,” he hums, low and dark. he leans forward with his hands still intact, breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, “divine dogs, come.”
the shikigami manifest beside him as he sits back up to his knees, looking at you like you are a meal to devour. “bite her wrists,” he commands them, “gently… for now. keep her tied down for me.”
you yelp as the pups listen to his words, sharp teeth clamping down on your pulse points; not enough to hurt you and draw blood, but enough to keep you still and unmoving.
megumi’s satisfied, smiling proudly right before he drops his face to your exposed, dripping cunt. he chuckles as he teasingly runs his fingers through your folds, soaking them in your sweet slick.
“a fucking mess already,” he observes, “gonna have the sheets soaked by the time i’m done with you.”
his broad hands grab your hips firmly as he dives his face into your cunt, tongue lapping from your hole up to cup your clit repeatedly, slow and deliberate.
“ah– fuck!” you hiss, legs curling up towards your chest. the dogs’ teeth graze your skin from the sudden jolt of your body, sending an extra stream of euphoria through your veins.
megumi’s fingertips pad into your sides as he coats his face with your arousal, moaning loudly into your puffy lips, shaking his head side to side and up and down to taste every fucking inch of your sweet cunt. “mmmm’fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling, getting high off of your flavour and scent, “gonna ruin the fuck out of this pussy.” he carefully lifts one hand off of your hips to tease your hole, two fingers sliding in gently as he sucks on your sensitive nub. you whimper as he curls into your gummy walls, back of your head pressing deeper into the pillows with each greedy thrust. “can feel you getting close,” he coos, “wish you could see all of this fucking cream on my fingers right now.”
you bite back a moan, nails digging into your palms as you reach the edge, a sharp cry escaping your chest as he shoves his middle and pointer deep into your hole, pulling your cum out of you.
“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry, white flashing behind your eyelids as you erratically thrust against him, squirming all over the sheets.
he chuckles with a moan, slowing down the curls of his fingers with raw, brutal drags against your walls as you ride out your high, body hardly coming to a still before he throws your legs over his shoulders. he stares at you in awe, cock twitching at the pretty fucked-out look on your face as he sticks his syrupy fingers into his mouth, licking up your sweet nectar so lewdly.
“mmmm,” he rolls his eyes, thick tongue sliding all over his digits, “you wanna taste yourself?”
“p–please,” you whimper, opening your mouth wide for him.
his smile is arrogant, and it makes your walls clench. “good,” he thrums, “because i was gonna make you, anyway.” you choke as they reach the back of your throat, pornographic groans and slurps coming from your mouth as you drink up the residue of your own release. “so fucking sweet, aren’t you?” you nod profusely in agreement as he pulls his fingers out of you with a filthy squelch. “such a good girl for me,” he leans over and kisses you sweetly on the mouth, tongue slipping past your teeth. “so proud of you, baby.” he mutters.
then, he wraps a forearm around your thighs to keep you steady, free hand dropping to enclose around your neck. you gasp, eyes glassy as he tightens his grip, slowly slipping his leaky, bulbous tip into your sticky walls. your body shudders, the dogs’ teeth sliding across your pulse point again as it moves.
“f–fuck,” you whimper, throat cracking as he bottoms you out with a single, hard thrust.
megumi releases an elongated moan as he throws his head back ecstatically, cock twitching against your inner ridges as he begins to move– slowly, at first. but he wasn’t planning to stay like that for long.
he licks his lips with a hum as he looks down at you, refusing to break eye contact like he was trying to reach your soul. your jaw falls slack with an unstable breath, eyelashes fluttering as he begins to pick up his pace. every time he pulls his hips back, he meets your cervix again with a searing punch.
“m–meg– shit!” you cry, cunt squeezing around him with each unforgiving thrust. his eyes are vicious, tainted with sin and sadism and your heart rate is reaching unfathomable levels. your stomach is burning, the heat twisting so pathetically.
“you’re. so. good. to. me,” he grunts, pounding your hole with each word, leaning forward to force your knees further against your chest whilst the arm that was once keeping them steady slams against the wall. the callous smacks of the headboard against the plaster is making him pulse inside of you; a beautiful, audible reminder that he’s fucking his claims into you. “such a fucking nasty girl, squeezing my cock like that,” he grits, “greedy. just fucking greedy.”
you’re a babbling mess, losing all sense of everything beyond megumi’s thick cock, ruthless hand, and shikigami showing you no mercy. your scream is piercing, and the way you’re closing around his length turns him feral, loud, unbridled growls spilling from his mouth.
“oh my god!” you choke, back trying to arch despite not having the capacity to with how your body is folded. “it’s too– fuck, fuck!”
megumi’s not slowing down, in fact, he moves even faster, cheeks flushed, eyes watering, spit dribbling down his chin as he sends you into another dimension with each cruel smack of his pelvis against your ass. “jesus christ,” he groans, fingernails scratching down the wall and chipping the paint, “fuck, take this cock,” his throat cracks, raspy and deep, “you’re being so good for me, baby, think you can handle more?”
you can barely speak, “y–yes,” stuttering as he keeps his pace, “need it, ‘mi– ngh– need a-all of you.”
his smile is wicked, lids lowering at you before he looks between his divine dogs still sitting obediently at their post with their mouths clamped around your wrists. “harder,” he thrums at them, “sink your teeth in, test her limits.”
your eyes shoot wide open as their sharp fangs pierce your skin, still not causing you to bleed, but sending euphoric agony through your entire body as you cry out, hands shaking in their grip. “s-shit– ngh– it feels s–so good!” you mewl.
“it feels good?” megumi chuckles darkly as he asks, stilling in you for a moment. he smirks, then speaks again to the pups, “deeper,” then drives his cock hard and ruthless back into you. “make it hurt.”
you choke out a groan, body shaking uncontrollably as the twinge runs along your arms until it reaches your spine, overwhelmed with the intensity of the sensation mixed with megumi’s fingers now toying with your puffy clit. he sends it a hard slap, and tears stream down your face as you teeter the edge. it hurt so fucking good, you could hardly breathe.
“i’m s–so close,” you whimper, trying to catch you breath. megumi’s fingers are cold and cruel on your neck and sweet cunt, cock filling you to the brim so dirty and possessive.
“yeah?” he grits his teeth, dragging his length brutally to fill every crevice of your walls before repeatedly slamming into you unforgiving, “let me feel you dripping down my fucking cock,” he hisses, “show me how fucking filthy you are.”
you scream as you nod, wrists shaking violently in the shikigami’s mouths as you begin to squirt around megumi’s mushroom tip. he growls as he feels your juices start to gush out of you, circling your bundle of nerves with a relentless pace until you’re sobbing and convulsing beneath him. he slaps your cunt again, drawing every last drop out of your slick hole.
“fuck!” he groans, laughing heinously as you soak his cock, staring in awe at the way your nectar splashes out of your hole and all over him and the sheets, “such a fucking mess, sweetheart,” he coos, smirking wildly, “fucking slut for my cock.”
“y–yes,” you cry, “i’m your slut, megumi, fuck!”
you clench him repeatedly right then, and your words send him over the top, animalistic growls escaping the back of his throat as he spurts his hot, milky cum into your assaulted hole, stuffing it into you over and over as his thrusts refuse to still. his palm meets your clit again and you scream, withering uncontrollably from the overstimulation.
“give me more,” he demands, “fucking cream on my cock again.”
“i–i can’t,” you gulp, “it’s too much–”
“you can do it,” he cuts you off reassuringly, “let me see that pretty pussy fall apart for me.”
he circles your sensitive nub with precision, and you’ve completely lost your sense of reality beyond the ecstasy flowing through your veins that you squirt again, pouring your juices out of your like a waterfall.
“thaaat’s it,” he hums, elated, “fucking look at you.”
he’s still not stopping, eyes rolling as he watches your sweet cum mix with his and spill all over his cock and the sheets below you.
“m–meg– oh fuck– oh my god– i can’t– shit, shit!” you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, body so exhausted and fucked out that you can’t do anything else but succumb to the rapture you’ve been transported to. megumi’s thick cock sends you closer to the edge for a third time, and you can barely hold on.
“again,” he demands, “show me what that sweet pussy can do.”
at this point, you’re completely wrecked, cum pouring out of you like water from a broken glass as he pistons against your sweet spot perfectly, his creamy white semen pulsing through your hole continuously.
“fuck– you’re so perfect, baby,” he chokes, voice broken and ragged, as he stuffs you full to the hilt, collapsing onto you as his shallow thrusts to ride out his high slowly come to a still. “such a good girl,” he groans, body vibrating as his arms begin to wrap around your body an hold you close, “my fucking good girl, letting me ruin her pretty little cunt like this.”
you’re whining, shaking in his grip, huffing out unsteady breaths as your eyes roll violently, ecstasy still flowing through every inch of you.
megumi slowly lifts his head to speak to the pups, asking them calmly to release you as they retreat back into his shadow. he grabs your wrists delicately, licking and kissing the marks of their teeth with so much love. you whimper from the pleasure and sting of the pain as megumi plants his lips on yours, gently sliding his tongue past your teeth. you melt instantly in his touch, arms shakily moving to encircle his body, allowing yourself to steadily return to reality.
he breaks the kiss to look at you, the ruthless expression he once wore now softened and full of nothing but affection and deep care. “you did so well for me,” he whispers, fingertips running comfortingly through your hair, “i’m proud of you.” his lips ghost your cheek and jaw. “how are you feeling?”
“g–good,” you exhale, swallowing hard as you gather all of your senses. “that was… insane, and i loved every second of it.”
megumi chuckles before dropping his face into the crook of your neck. “good,” he squeezes you tighter, “because we’ll definitely be doing it again.”
you wouldn’t have it any other way.
he gently cleans you up, whispering the sweetest words to coax you to sleep as your body calms and begins to drift off.
“i love you, baby girl,” he hums, kissing your temple.
“i love… you…” you let out a light snore as you lose yourself to sleep. megumi laughs, curling up beside you further under the covers. “...more,” you finish with a sleepy murmer.
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includes: gojo, geto, sukuna, yuji, megumi, choso
read pt. 2 with toge, yuta nanami, higuruma, toji here !
a/n: i made these in like an hour for fun yayy if anyone knows more realistic apps to make these PLS lmk bc i used memi message but i've def seen other texting aus that look way better
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