SUMMARY - You receive a message from a random number and you two begin texting frequently. However, you accidentally figure out who it is.
CONTAINS - banter (crack to a point), aerion is aerion, modern AU, peep the small details!! Read part two
A/N - i keep getting vague modern aerion requests soo!
Your phone vibrated against your mattress late at night.
You rolled over, the glare of the screen hitting your eyes in your dark room. It was an unsaved number.
UNKNOWN: where the fuck is the link for davisâs class
You stared at the screen for a few seconds. You were wide awake, and you definitely didnât have the energy to start on your own work.
You giggled at your own message before hitting send.
YOU: I sold it oops
The reply came before you could even exit the app.
UNKNOWN: stop fucking around man im not in the mood
YOU: I dont think this is the right number lol
A minute passed with the typing bubbles flickering on and off a couple times.
UNKNOWN: the fuck
YOU: If ur stuck on his class just check the 2022 archive
There was no response after that. You eventually drifted off to sleep, figuring that was the end of a weird interaction.
Four days passed, and you completely forgot about the random text until friday when you received a notification from the same number.
UNKNOWN: it worked
You blinked at the message, trying to remember who it even was.
YOU: Yeah
UNKNOWN: howd you know about that
YOU: I saw his desktop open with that site and took my chances
UNKNOWN: youre actually not michael?
YOU: No im pretty sure im not a guy
You thought the conversation would end there, but about ten minutes later, you got another text.
UNKNOWN: any other shortcuts u know about
YOU: Maybe
Over the next two weeks, the texts became a weird regular thing. It wasnât a constant back and forth, but it turned into a daily routine.
Youâd get a text in the middle of the afternoon about whatever, or youâd send a quick message about random things in your life.
You didnât know each other. There was no pressure. You didn't have to put on a performance to try to impress whoever it was you were talking to.
UNKNOWN: what were u saying
UNKNOWN: just got to the gym
YOU: Tf didnt you just leave ur room
UNKNOWN: yeah
YOU: Is the gym right next to ur house or smth
UNKNOWN: the gyms downstairs
YOU: Oh you live in an apartment??
UNKNOWN: no
UNKNOWN: i have a gym in my house dumbass
YOU: Oh!!!!!
YOU: Different tax bracket
UNKNOWN: funny
You found yourself looking forward to those short, blunt messages. He was definitely arrogant, but he was always honest and that pulled you in.
By the third week, the conversations started stretching later into the night. Youâd be lying in bed, messaging your friends, and a text would pop up at 1 AM.
đ»: why the fuck are you awake
YOU: Im readingg
YOU: why are YOU awake
đ»: driving
YOU: Ur gonna die
YOU: Get off ur phone
đ»: You sound like my dad
đ»: Heâs the reason im driving
YOU: Shit is he at the hospital??
đ»: no im clearing my head
YOU: Oh
YOU: You okay?
đ»: family dinner was so fucking annoying
đ»: just micromanaging my schedule like im some kid
YOU: I feel that, my parents keep controlling my life its so stupid
đ»: exactly its pathetic
đ»: honestly its weird talking to you
You: Ok whyd i catch a stray hello
đ»: no i mean its off talking to someone who isnt trying to get something out of me
YOU: idek who u are so theres nothing to get
đ»: keep it that way
Then during one morning, you walked into the lecture hall for Professor Davisâs class.
The room was already buzzing with students and you took your usual seat next to Tanselle who was busy drawing sketches on her paper.
âDid you finish the reading he gave last week?â Tanselle asked, not looking up from her page.
âBarely,â you muttered, pulling your laptop out of your bag. âI read like two pages.â
Down in the fourth row, right near the aisle, Aerion Targaryen was slouched back in his seat. He had his dark leather jacket slung over the back of his chair and was surrounded by his usual crowd.
One of them said something, and Aerion let out a short laugh. The guy looked around the group with triumph all over his face, proud that he managed to impress Aerion.
Just then, your professor began talking and it didn't take long for you to lose focus.
Bored out of your mind as Professor Davis started droning on about the text you guys were supposed to read, you pulled your phone out under the desk.
YOU: Im bored entertain me
You hit send.
You kept your eyes on your screen, but then out of habit, your gaze drifted back down toward the front of the room.
Down in row four, you watched Aerion reach into his pocket. He pulled out his phone, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his lip.
His jaw set as he read something, and his thumbs immediately typed out a fast response before he shoved the phone face down on his desk.
Your phone vibrated in your palm.
đ»: go entertain yourself
Your breath hitched. You stared at the screen, your heart doing a weird thud against your ribs.
No way, you thought. The lecture hall is massive. At least forty people were on their phones. Itâs a coincidence.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. You needed to be absolutely sure. You typed out a reply, keeping your eyes glued directly on the back of his silver head.
YOU: Ok unkind
YOU: So ur actually paying attention to class?
The exact moment your text delivered, you watched as Aerionâs head tilted down. He picked his phone back up, scoffing under his breath. His thumbs moved around the screen, typing quickly.
Buzz.
đ»: no im looking at my phone because a dumbass is texting me
A cold wave of panic hit you.
Your eyes darted from the screen to the back of his leather jacket. Your mind was short-circuiting, trying to connect the dots.
Aerion Targaryen.
Aerion Targaryen who had a reputation for being, well, himselfâ was the exact same person who had been texting you until midnight.
You spent the remaining minutes of that lecture staring into the wall. Every time Aerion shifted, your eyes snapped straight to him.
When the bell finally rang, the sudden noise of chairs scraping against the floor made you jump.
âThank god,â Tanselle muttered, slamming her notebook shut. âYou coming to the library?â
âI donât think so,â you replied after a beat, shoving your things into your bag.
At the front, Aerion was already walking. One of the guys threw an arm over his shoulder and Aerion swatted him off with a grin.
He didnât look back once. He had absolutely no idea.
For the next three days, every time your phone buzzed, your stomach did a flip. You knew exactly who was on the other side of the screen now, while he remained clueless.
During a late saturday night, you were eating with your friends when your screen lit up.
đ»: this movies terrible
đ»: why would you recommend this
You stared at the text. Knowing it was Aerion, reading the texts felt completely surreal.
YOU: Ok my bad ill just die
YOU: Its good tho idk what ur on
đ»: its not
You: Lol turn it off then
đ»: im already an hour in
đ»: wouldnt wanna hurt your feelings
YOU: Aww how sweet
YOU: Stubborn bitchâŠ
You bit your lip as you sent the second message. No one would dare to call him that in person, it was thrilling.
đ»: lmao
đ»: what are you doing anyway
YOU: Eating cheesecake
YOU: Wait have u done the assignment due next week
đ»: nah im dreading the partner assignment on monday
đ»: if i get paired with one of the idiots im doing it alone
You swallowed hard, grabbing your glass to drink the strain away.
YOU: Maybe youll get someone decent
đ»: doubt it
You closed your phone and pressed it onto your chest. He was so different in real life.
When monday came, the room was silenced as Professor Davis tapped his microphone, turning on the massive projector behind him.
âAlright, Iâve randomized the pairings for the research,â he announced. âCheck the board, find your partner, and spend the rest of the period discussing with them.â
Your eyes scanned the list, stopping as you found your name near the center column.
Your lungs locked up.
Aerion Targaryen was written right next to it.
âOh, jeez,â Tanselle said, looking at you with worry. âYou got Aerion⊠Good luck babe.â
Down in row four, Aerion didnât even bother looking back to find his partner. He simply opened his laptop, ignoring the rest of the room while his friends started moving around. He clearly expected whoever his partner was to come to him.
You took in a deep breath, grabbing your bag.
Walking down the steps felt like walking a plank. As you got closer to his seat, a couple of his friends looked up at you. One of them nudged the guy next to him to clear a seat for you, leaving an empty chair next to Aerion.
You gave them a light smile before sliding into the seat, setting your laptop on the desk. Up close, he smelled like expensive cologne and musk.
âYouâre my partner?â he asked, his voice a careless drawl. He still didnât look at you, opening a blank document.
âYeah.â You kept your voice as even as possible.
âType in your email,â he said, turning the laptop just an inch so you could see the screen. âIâll do the body and everything else. You do the outline and introduction.â
You blinked at him, the contrast hitting you like a physical punch. No jokes, no banter, no casualty.
You were aware he had a reputation for being a âwomanizer.â So why was he so cold to you?
âOkay,â you mumbled as you awkwardly reached out to type in your email.
He didnât say another word to you for the rest of the hour. You sat right next to him, occasionally looking at the side of his sharp profile, realizing this was the same guy who had texted you about the miserable movie you recommended to him just two nights ago.
By 10 PM that same day, you were sitting on your bed, staring at the shared Google Docs. He had already finished his sections before you did.
Your phone buzzed on your blanket.
đ»: just wrapped up that history project early so i dont have to deal with it later
You read his message, a sour feeling building up in your chest. You picked it up, your expression hardening.
YOU: Lucky, im still doing mine
You lied.
đ»: thats sad
Chewing on your inner cheek, your thumbs moved before you could stop.
YOU: Hows ur partner
The typing bubbles appeared immediately.
đ»: its some girl in my section i didnt pay attention
đ»: she didnt mess anything up, shes whatever
Sheâs whatever.
Your eyes fixed on his message until they blurred. You had spent weeks listening to him, laughing at his texts, sharing personal concerns to each otherâand yet in real life, you were just a boring, insignificant whatever to him.
The irritation flared up. You tossed your laptop onto your bedside table and sat back against the headboard of your bed.
YOU: Cool
A minute passed without a response.
đ»: just cool?
YOU: Yeah
đ»: youre acting weird
You left the text on read. Not like it mattered, his read receipts were off. Throwing the phone somewhere in your bed, you didnât reply.
For the next few days, you struggled returning to how you normally were.
He didnât text you the next morning but eventually did at night, and you left it unreplied for two hours before sending a short answer.
đ»: you alive?
YOU: Yes
đ»: ok whats wrong then
YOU: Nothing
đ»: ???
YOU: What
đ»: fine
It felt petty, but each time you looked at your phone, you remembered him sitting right next to you and not even glancing your way. You felt stupid, but his words hurt too.
If you were just a blank space to him in person, you figured it would be better if you were that way on every platform.
By the end of the week, the silence between your texts was heavy. He didnât text you back after the last chat, and you definitely werenât going to break first.
You were sitting in class when Tanselle walked in, settling in the chair beside you.
Professor Davis cleared his throat before speaking. âAlright, before we start todayâs lecture, Iâve set up a group thread for the upcoming peer reviews. Click on the link and make sure youâre in it by the end of the day.â
You opened your phone to join the chat, then automatically shoved the phone back into your bag. You had no intention of participating.
The period of the lecture ended with a few minutes remaining and your phone started vibrating nonstop.
You tried to ignore it, but the constant noise was getting frustrating. You reached into your bag and pulled it out, looking to mute the group.
A new message popped up at the bottom of the chat. A classmate tagged your number directly because you hadnât put your name on the sheet yet.
Too annoyed with the whole class to care, you swiped the app and locked your screen.
Then, your eyes subconsciously drifted toward Aerion. You watched as he pulled his phone out.
He was scrolling through the mass text thread when suddenly, he froze.
His head tilted slightly. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at the only text tagging a number. The number heâd been texting every day.
Up front, the classmate who had sent the message lost his patience. He turned around, looking up at where you and Tanselle were sitting.
The guy called out your name, his voice turning multiple heads in the quiet room. âI just tagged your number in the group, you need to upload your topic.â
The sound of your name echoed through the lecture.
Aerionâs head snapped up.
He didnât look at the guy talking to you. His eyes darted straight up until they locked dead onto you.
The usual expression on his face dropped away. His eyes searched your entire face, his brows drawing in closer.
He saw the phone in your hand before going back to your face.
It clicked.
You stilled under his gaze, the blood rushing loud in your ears.
Beside you, Tanselle nudged your shoulder. âBabe. Babe? Heâs talking to you?â
âYeah,â you managed to choke out. Your fingers felt like wood as you uploaded the topic into the sheet. âDone. Itâs in there.â
The classmate muttered a quick thanks and turned back around.
But Aerion didnât.
He stayed shifted in his seat, his body turned toward your row. One of his friends said something, laughing and clapping him on the shoulder, but Aerion blindly shrugged the guyâs hands off without looking at him. His dark gaze remained on you.
You looked down at your screen, pretending to type, but you could feel the weight of his stare.
A quick glance back down confirmed it. He was staring at you like he was seeing you for the first time, his mind putting the pieces together.
Some girl in my section, sheâs whatever. He finally understood why you had iced him.
When the bell rang, you instantly stood up, already packing your bag.
âWhy are you in such a rush?â Tanselle asked, shaking her head with confusion.
You gave her a tight smile. âI just need to get back.â
You wanted to wait out the crowd, hoping heâd leave first, but Aerion was already standing by the row exit.
He leaned his back against the desk, ignoring his friends as they stood confused as to why he was still there.
Panic flared in your chest. You didnât think this through properly.
Without thinking, you threw yourself into the small crowd shuffling through the other exit at the top of the hall.
You basically sprinted across the stone of the parking lot, your keys already clutched in your hand. Unlocking the car, you threw your bag into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.
You slumped on the headrest, gripping the steering wheel as you finally let out a breath.
Then, your phone lit up with two notifications.
There were two missed calls and above them another notification popped up. It was a text.
"You're not my boyfriend." Try telling Ryomen Sukuna that when another man gets a little too close.
A/N: you aint my boyfriend and i aint your girlfriend đ€š if u couldnt tell, this was inspired by boyfriend by ari and social house âïžđ this is also an old fic i dug out đŹ anyways exams have been fucking me raw lately and not in a fun way. i should be out here bussing it down at the club, getting lit, making questionable decisions. instead im bussing it down with textbooks and practice exams. tragic. devastating, even. its okay tho, bc i got bts tickets đ
Art: @/pattyi.i on insta <3
Sukuna never asked for a commitment. Somehow, the arrangement just fell into place anyway. It started with small things: late night texts, showing up without warning, and a heavy black leather jacket tossed over the back of a chair like it belonged there.
Your phone buzzed softly against the counter.
you home.
No greeting, no question markâjust the absolute assumption of an open door.
yeah.
Three dots appeared instantly.
open up.
A heavy knock followed seconds later.
"Geez. No 'please' or anything" you mumbled, tossing your phone back onto the counter.
Opening the door revealed Ryomen Sukuna leaning against the frame as if heâd been waiting all night. A familiar presence filled the doorway before he even spoke, the air growing heavy with his warm, spicy cologne. Red eyes flicked down, assessing the view. âThought you were asleep.â
âBruh, you literally just texted me.â
He hummed, brushing past without waiting for an invitation. His hand lingered briefly on the small of your back, pressing just enough to claim the space before letting go. You shut the door behind him. âYouâre going to start paying rent at this point." Sukuna stretched out on your couch, arms draped lazily across the cushions with a smirk. âYouâd miss me.â An eye roll was the only response you gave him, but neither side pushed the argument.
Weeks passed in a blur of late nights and shared silences. A heavy hand would rest on your waist during trips around the kitchen, fingers brushing the curve of your hip and teasingly lingering during the morning coffee brew. On walks together, he closed the distance entirely, slipping a hand into the back pocket of your jeans. No matter how many times that hand was swatted away with a muttered, âPeople are going to think weâre datingâ the pink haired man just shrugged, keeping his hand firmly planted against ur ass. He always stood slightly behind or beside you, a silent declaration: Iâm here.
Sometimes he waited after lectures, leaning against the campus gate with a lazy, half smirk, arms crossed as the crowd filtered past. Spotting him always made your stomach twist, knowing heâd been waiting long before the dismissal bell. His gaze would lock on, serving as a quiet warning to anyone walking too close.
Nights were spent sharing the couch and stealing blankets, half tangled around his large frame while the remaining fabric barely covered your lap. Sometimes he drapes himself across you, a hand brushing lightly down your arm or against your thighânever intrusive, but entirely claiming the space. When he relaxed completely, your fingers wander over his tattoos, tracing the sharp lines along his face and chest. Each mark felt almost magnetic under the skin. He would hum low, letting the attention slide, a thumb occasionally brushing your wrist to claim the movement. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath your fingertips, a slight smirk evident in the way he adjusted his posture to keep your hand exactly where he wanted it.
There were nights spent falling asleep in his bed after an argument left unfinishedâbodies pressed tight, the quiet between you louder than any words. Other mornings started tangled in his arms, hair brushing his chest, fingers clutching his shirt before fully waking up. His hand would curl around your wrist, his thumb tracing small, slow circles. The habits became second nature to notice: how he leaned a fraction closer when a stranger got too near. The amused smirk whenever a tease was thrown back at him. The trademark "tch" or scoff of annoyance that left his lips. Pressing his forehead to yours in the early mornings, claiming the first minutes of the day. Playing the thief with a tilted head and a lazy, "Oops, that's my spot now" daring an argument.
Almost like a couple. But without labels or promises, the unresolved tension grew nearly unbearable.
Tonight, gojo's house was packed. The bass vibrated faintly through the floorboards, drowning out the roar of the crowded room. People moved in a blur of red cups and loud laughter.
Pausing near the entrance to scan the room, your eyes landed across the living room. Sukuna leaned against the back of a couch, looking entirely too comfortable. A few girls crowded his space, laughing a little too loudly at whatever heâd just muttered. One girl rested a hand on tattooed arm. Another leaned in close, fingers brushing his shoulder. He let them.
Your jaw tightened.
His eyes found yours instantly, as if heâd known the exact second you walked through the door. The crowd seemed to fade under his direct stare. Across the room, through flashing lights and shifting bodies, he just watched. A slow smirk pulled at his lips, waiting to see your reaction. The girl beside him kept talking, her fingers resting on his arm, tracing the very same tattoos you usually spent hours mapping out. Sukuna didnât move away. He just looked onâunbothered and thoroughly amused.
Typical.
Turning away before he could read anything else on your face, you made a beeline for the kitchen. A quick adjustment was made to the hem of the mini black off shoulder dress, the fabric hugging your waist and tight at the hips. Gold open toe heels clicked softly against the floorboards, gold hoops swaying with the quick tilt of your head. The reflective surface of the fridge offered a quick glimpseâmakeup intact, shoulders tense, face slightly flushed from the scene in the living room. Pulling the door open, the cool light spilled out as you grabbed a drink.
âCareful with that oneâ a voice warned.
Turning around revealed a guy leaning against the counter, sporting a charming smile. âTrust me. Itâs stronger than it looks.â
A small laugh escaped you. âIâll take my chances.â
The guy laughed, stepping a bit closer to be heard over the booming music. âSo⊠what brings you here alone?â
A shrug followed. âJust needed a drink and a break from⊠life.â
His smirk widened. âI get that. Same here.â
The conversation began to flow more freely, a genuine laugh sparking at a joke he made. It felt easy. The guy leaned in, lowering his voice. âYou know, youâve got this energy. Makes people really want to talk to you.â
A smile crept up, a sudden flutter stirring in your chestâuntil a familiar scent hit the air. Warm, spicy, and impossible to ignore. The exact aroma that lingered on your clothes every time he pulled you in.
Sukuna.
A heavy pair of arms slid around your waist from behind. His broad chest pressed flush against your back, almost swallowing you as he pulled you back. One hand settled flat against your stomach while the other grazed your hip, fingers brushing the edge of your short dress to anchor you firmly against him. The fabric shifted under his grip, lifting fractionally as you instinctively braced on your heels. Sukuna wasnât looking at you. His eyes were locked dead on the guy across the counter. Slowly, the pink haired man dipped his head, his nose brushing the side of your neck before settling into the crook of your shoulder. Warm breath ghosted over your bare skin, his fingers tightening just enough to claim you. The gentle sway of gold hoops brushed against him with every shallow inhale.
The guy stiffens. âOhâuh. Sorry, man, I didnât knowââ
âNoâ you interrupted, trying to shift out of his grasp. âWeâre notââ
âYeahâ Sukuna cuts in smoothly, his voice low. âYou should go.â
The guy hesitated, muttered a quick, âRight⊠my badâ and vanished into the crowd.
You turn inside Sukunaâs arms, looking up at him. âBruh, what's your problem?âÂ
Sukuna looked down as if nothing had happened.
âYouâre not my boyfriendâ you huffed out.
His eyes slowly searched your face before letting out a slight scoff.
Pushing lightly against his chest, you snapped, âStop acting like you own me.â
He simply watched, absorbing the defiance. Then, with a sudden tug at your waist, he pulled you closer. The hem of your dress rode up your ass slightly before his hand reached behind to pull the fabric back into place.
âYou want a boyfriend?â His thumb dragged slowly along your jawline, tilting your face up to force eye contact. "That what this is about?â
Silence was the only answer, making his eyes narrow. âTch. Greedy.â
The music and chatter faded into background noiseâthe space between you grew heavy. Sukuna hummed softly, his hand sliding back down to the small of your back. His fingers settled there as if they had never left, pressing into the curve. Your heels click softly against the floor as he adjusts his hold, keeping the fit perfect. âAnd yetâ he murmured, leaning closer, âyou still let me do this.â Your breath catches when he pulls you a fraction closer.Â
âDoesnât really sound like you want a boyfriendâ Sukuna said lazily. Dipping his head lower, his lips trailed light kisses along your neckâthe same familiar routine heâd done a thousand times before. It made your stomach twist. A sharp inhale brought in his spicy cologne, mixing with the soft sweetness of vanilla perfume until your head spun.
âSounds like you just want me.â His lips brushed the shell of your ear, a low, teasing vibration. âGo ahead⊠say youâre leaving me.â
The words never came.
A slow smile spread across his face. Because he already knows you wonât.
cw: smut, fem!reader, pro hero kiri, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, biting (his teeth aint sharp for nth), lmk if i missed anything <3
a/n: short drabble bc im moving rn cant post as much babies
đ€ You were Pro Hero Red Riotâs prettiest little secret.
He hated itâhated tucking you away like something shameful. It went against every instinct he had, every loud, proud bone in his body. But the thought of some villain catching wind of you, using you to get to him⊠it made his blood run cold. So he kept you hidden. Kept you safe. And in return, he ruined you in every way that mattered.
Thatâs how you ended up on your back, thighs spread wide while two of his thick fingers worked deep inside your dripping cunt.
âFuck, babyâŠâ His voice was low, rough, almost reverent. He watched the way you clenched around him, slick glistening down his knuckles. âLook at you. So goddamn pretty like this.â
He curled his fingers, dragging against that spongy spot that made your hips jerk. A broken whimper slipped out of you and he groaned, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your inner thighâsharp, possessive, leaving another mark only he would ever see.
âKiriâahâtoo much,â you gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets.
He didnât slow down. If anything, he pressed in deeper, scissoring his fingers while his tongue soothed the fresh bite. âYou can take it. Been thinkinâ about this sweet little pussy all damn day.â His hips rocked against the mattress, cock straining painfully against his pants. He had ten minutes. Ten minutes before he had to meet Bakugou for a stealth op, and he was spending every last one of them between your legs.
âMissed me that bad, huh?â he murmured against your skin, breath hot. âCouldnât even wait. Dripping all over my fingers like you need it.â
You tried to close your thighs around his wrist but he tsked, one large hand pinning your leg open. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into you filled the room, mixing with your shaky breaths.
âEijirouâ youâre gonna be lateââ
âDonât care.â His voice was hoarse, almost desperate. He dropped his head and sealed his mouth over your swollen clit, sucking hard. The filthy, wet sound of it made your back arch clean off the bed. âBakugou can wait. You canât.â
His tongue flicked fast and relentless while his fingers curled again and again. The coil in your stomach wound tighter, unbearable. Your thighs started to tremble.
âThatâs it, pretty girl. Cum for me. Make a messâfuck, just like thatââ
You shattered with a cry, squirting around his fingers, thighs shaking violently as he kept working you through it. He groaned like he was the one coming, lapping at you like he couldnât get enough.
When your body finally went limp, he pulled back just enough to press a slow, lingering kiss to your twitching clit.
âGood girl,â he rasped, voice thick with want. His lips were shiny. âMy good fuckinâ girl.â
He didnât move right away. Just stayed there, breathing hard against your thigh, like he was debating whether ten minutes was enough time to flip you over and sink his cock into you after all.
The man before you groaned, tilting his head back and forth as if weighing the options. The rumble from his chest near animalistic. A sure sign at how close it was to nightfall.
"Lovie you know we can't... what if you get hurt."
You tug at his shirt. Pulling him close for a kiss. Feeling the warmth radiating from him. Even more than usual. Spreading down your fingers tips and making your skin buzz.
"We'll be so quick. I just know I won't see you for a few days... I need you now..."
He cursed as he lifted you up into his arms. Strong hands catching your thighs so your cunt was pressed to the burning bulge throbbing through his jeans. Carrying you to the bed with an ease that still astounded you.
"Just ten minutes... Then I really have to go. I can't be around you... when..."
Those ten minutes quickly turned to twenty. Then thirty. Then suddenly an hour had passed and the orange sky out the window had turned to inky darkness. Perhaps it was the animal clawing at his rib cage to escape that was distracting him, or perhaps he was just truly that obsessed with your cunt.
Simon growled low in your ear as he fucked you from behind. His thrusts slick with your arousal. Dragging through your walls in the most delicious way. His nose pressed to your spine, panting against your skin.
You first noticed something was wrong when there was a sharp sting at your hips. Those strong hands digging into your skin as his claws sharpened.
"Ah... Simon..." You could barely speak. The man's eager rutting seeming to pick up on speed. Not only speed, but force too. Fucking you nearly off the bed.
The moment you got too far away he snarled. A deep, primal noise that surely no human could make. Dragging you back to him. Spearing his cock deep. Much deeper than you'd ever felt him before. The breath punched out of you as each new thrust seemed to slam right against your cervix. He felt impossibly big. It was actually starting to hurt a little.
"Si... Wait..."
The full weight of him pressed down. Pinning you to the bed. Turning your head to the side you got a blurry sight of dirty blonde fur. The nose against your back turned wet. Drool pooling in the dips of your spine.
You couldn't see him properly. But you could definitely feel him. Inhumanly hot. Monstrously big. Fucking into your cunt like a proper animal.
A cry was pulled from your lips as your poor cunt was suddenly stretched beyond what you thought was possible. A large bump pushing inside. Only to be tugged out again. And it seemed to be growing as well. Thrusts becoming shallower as the knot got caught at your entrance. Finally it swelled large enough to be fully stuck inside you. Hot spurts of cum following soon after. More than your Simon had ever filled you with before. He wasn't just orgasming, but breeding. And fuck if it didn't make you needy. If you were totally pinned you'd reach down to finish yourself off. But this beast was heavy.
There was a pleased huff above you. The scarred muzzle of your boyfriend turned werewolf rubbing against your shoulder. Before he went properly limp. So relaxed from his climax that he had fallen fast asleep. With you pinned below him, cock still stuck inside, plugging you full.
There was nothing you could do but try to sleep through the full moon with him. The rhythmic thumping of his tail on the bed soothing you.
sukuna who starts off with saying he won't help you, that he wants to see you struggle and squirm, begging him to fuck you properly.
sukuna who loses his cool 5 minutes into you in his lap, every single fucking time he has you on him, his huge hands gripping your hips as he grunts and groans, fucking up into you so hard that his fat balls slap against your ass with each movement.
sukuna whose eyes roll into the back of his head as he practically whines your name over and over again. you're just so soft and he's hitting you so fucking deep, feeling how you drip down his cock and onto the bedsheets
sukuna who chokes when you giggle and start moving your hips too, cooing at how cute he looks when he loses himself in you like this
sukuna who tries to shut you up with his hand on your throat, squeezing as he tries to look all tough, growling for you to behave...but you can't, not when he's got those overstimulated tears in his eyes and droop dripping down his chin
sukuna who stutters over his words when he says, "y-you're s' fuckin' annoying, i-i hate you, hate you a-and this stupid fuckin'...sticky, wet, perfect pussy, goddd, jus' sucks me too good, what the fuck have you done t' me?"
sukuna who whimpers into your neck when you coo, telling him he's so cute when he tries to be mean when he can't stop fucking into you like the desperate little mess he is, nearly crushing you with his arms when his thick cum spills inside of you, his hips stuttering in pitiful little thrusts
SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) mr and mrs bakugou, can we talk about kenji inside please?
WARNINGS: pro hero!bkg, flirting, angst
NOTES: u guys should read my other stuff ITS GOOD TOO!!!! i felt like we should get more kenji . the response so far to this has been soooooo crazy and insane. happy people are liking it. i love reading comments. LOVED how last chap had so many different opinions. some changed my mind too LOL
PART 4 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / PART 6
katsuki: Can you pick up kenj next Tuesday?
katsuki: Got a board meeting I canât miss
katsuki: Thanks
You: đ
one thing you have learnt about bakugou katsuki, your baby father, is that this man can hold a grudge. itâs as if heâs in hiding, specifically hiding from you and the embarrassment of your rejection but anyhow, he is not acting his normal self. you get no thirst trap swimming photos of him in the pool anymore. it used to be a sorry excuse to show your son flapping about in the water but now it is actually just kenji. kenji in his striped blue and white swimming suit floating, one where heâs underwater and his little kicks are creating these huge splashes. a photo that pissed you off is the one where bakugou clearly cropped himself out of it. you could tell because his hands are on kenjiâs waist and the photo is at an awkward aspect ratio. that one makes you roll your eyes, because you didnât think your baby father could be so petty.
texts are more direct. he also, for this last week, has tried his best not to see you. telling you to pick up kenji from his parents or your parents. even one time asking you to drop off kenji to deku who will bring him up to his office since he was going to be finishing up a meeting when you arrived. only once, have you seen him in these ten days, sitting in his swanky black porsche outside your apartment, waiting for you and kenji to come home.Â
you knew it was him just from the car, nobody in your area has a car as shiny and expensive, practically raising the rent for your apartment by being there. like magnets you make eye contact with him through his windshield. thereâs no smile. he just chews down on his cheek and stares, like you werenât sitting on his face the last time you spoke. duality of man, you guess.
you point him out to kenji, âlook! daddyâs already here. nice and early.â
your son squeals, letting go of your hand to run towards bakugouâs car. bakugouâs face lights up at the sight of his son, light laughter flowing from his lips as kenji giggles. he hops out of his car and scoops him up in a hug.Â
âhow are you, little man? weâve got a big day today.â
kenji smiles, matching his fatherâs and youâre always in awe of how similar they look. exact same shade of blonde, same nose. you happened to birth katsukiâs mini me. at least kenjiâs got your hair texture and eyes.
âmonsta trucks!!â kenji screams, his fists high in the air and he pounds them on his katsukiâs shoulders.
you raise your eyebrows at the pair, âhe wonât stop talking about them.â
itâs like bakugou remembers youâre still there, glancing at you awkwardly and then back to kenji like heâs his safe space. you feel like flicking his forehead. âgot the tickets for free. saved one of the driverâs daughters or somethinâ.â
and thatâs all he gives you, buckling kenji in his car seat and leaving his door open so can say goodbye to your son. this is why you canât date the guy, if itâs this awkward now, imagine later.
once you finish smothering kenji in kisses, youâve got half the mind to throw up your middle finger to his father and give him a piece of your mind.
how were you supposed to know heâs liked you for two years if he never told you? itâs not like he wasnât dating people too during that time! and who does he think he is about not waiting for you⊠you didnât even know there was something to wait for!
instead you plaster on a fake smile, locking eyes with him in the rearview mirror. âbye katsuki. weâre going to talk about this.â
bakugou grumbles under his breath, a blush flushing the apples of his cheeks. heâs so stupid. âyeah⊠i know.âÂ
bakugou stares through the mirror at you kissing kenji a last goodbye, before carefully shutting the door behind you. heâs stuck to your figure walking away, pressing your password to your apartment building and closing the door behind you.
heâs all sorts of fucked right now. if he thought about you a lot before, you are all he thinks about how. how to get out of this bubble, how still not feel like his pride has been slashed down the middle. rejection is not something bakugou katsuki was built for, itâs not something he experiences. but you, with your constant pulling away, muddled excuses⊠he snapped and now even though heâs ignoring you, he misses you so fucking bad.
âpapa, letâs go! MONSTA TRUCKS!â
that was three days ago and yes, kenji loved the monster trucks.Â
âoh heâs so gorgeous. i wish i had kids with him instead of my deadbeat baby daddy.â
youâre friends with some of the mums you see at pick up, others not so much. being one of the younger mums always put you in an awkward position, forced to listen to advice, techniques from mothers on their fourth child. sometimes you appreciated it and sometimes you couldnât deal with the attitude. today you decide to lean back on the fence behind you, checking your phone until your little boy comes running out.
âi used to have a crush on him as a teen⊠remember that ua sports festival? what am i even saying, iâve got a crush on him now and have you seen kenji? such a sweet kid.â
your head whips to the mothers giggling like school girls at the sound of your babies name. kenji? you follow the ladies gaze to bakugou katsuki slouched in a childrenâs bench he practically takes up ninety percent of. heâs in a black overhead hoodie paired with a black gilet, clutching his phone. he looks ahead for a moment in thought and you almost whine at the sight of him in a black headband, his wheat blonde locks pulled off his forehead. he looks so out of place in a childrenâs playground, in any other time, youâd laugh. he looks media dynamight grumpy with his intense frown and bulging biceps. you notice the stubble brushed against his lower jaw, a light shadow that makes him look a little rougher, less put together.Â
you had to have a kid with the most attractive man on the school run. though why the hell is he here right now? you slide out of your position by the gate, arms crossed as you walk to the pro hero seated on the paint chipped colourful bench.Â
âwhat are you doing here?â
bakugou looks up at you in alarm like you just caught him doing something wrong. he forces his heart rate to calm and tries not to analyse the annoyance thatâs apparent in your eyes. he tries to style it out, leaning back on the bench, spreading his legs wider. he just needed some time away from you, to gather himself before heâs thrust back into your orbit.
you notice how he clenches his jaw and gives you a once over. how you miss the smiles and the sweethearts and the babies and theâ
âitâs my day to pick kenj up,â he grunts, fixing his hair, hoping his hair doesnât look terrible. youâre not supposed to be here, pouting at him adorably with this lip gloss that has sparkles in it. heâs supposed to be annoyed at you, his pride is still on its way to being stitched up but fuck if his fingers donât twitch to loop around your waist and drag you onto his lap.
âno itâs not. you texted me you had a meeting today.â you shift to pull your phone out of your pocket but bakugouâs already shaking his head, sliding his phone between the tips of his fingers.
âi said next tuesday, sweetheart.â
itâs whiplash hearing the petname and you can tell he didnât mean to let that slip. bakugou tries not to react, his nose twitching, still frowning. he crosses his arms across his chest but he holds your gaze, not before dropping to your lips. fuck.
at that you unlock your phone to go through your texts⊠next is right there glowing up at you.Â
âoh. shit, i wouldnât have come otherwise,â itâs the volume increase of the gossip behind you that makes you spin around to glare at the mothers and wow, even some fathers now, very not discreetly talking about you and katsuki. theyâre all too slow to look away, their necks probably cracking from the movement.
âi never knew you had yourself a little fanclub,â you say turning back to katsuki whoâs back glued to his phone.
âwhat? you jealous again?â
again, meaning his orange haired assistant from his office. your eyes almost roll out of your head from his tone. snappy, cocky.
you keep your voice low, turning away from the crowd of parents who would love to see a showdown between you both. actually, itâs probably the first time theyâve seen you standing together.
âyouâre really pissing me off now,â and that makes bakugou glance up at you again, eyebrow quirked up. if he wasnât waiting for his son outside his nursery, heâd drag you to the backseat of his car for talking to him like that. with your permission of course.
âyou expected me to know exactly what i want from you after you just gave me head, i was half drunk and half asleep and that was your first time even asking me out! then you dump the fact youâve wanted me for two years and then said you wouldnât wait for me? you forgot to keep me in the loop. fuck off, katsuki.â
you keep your arms crossed against your chest as you plop down in the ten percent of the bench bakugouâs left over. you donât eye his chunky thighs or remember how it felt to sit on them a few weeks ago.
bakugou takes in everything you say, sitting still for a second longer than he should have. he shuffles down the seat to give you more space. he mumbles a small fuck, a loud sigh and ducks his face in his hands.
his silence only gives you more time to think about what to say, posture impeccable, âthen you decide to ignore me for a week with your little attitude and pisspoor photo editing. then iâm an idiot to not think about how us being up and down might somehow affect kenji.â
everything feels clearer hearing your point of view. sure, deku told him to consider this and bakugou even managed to leave out the detail that he asked you while your hand was on his cock. all the feelings heâs pent up during the week wheezes out of him like a popped balloon because even though he was hurt, he did spring that all up on you.Â
âbut iâve been so obvious that i want you.âÂ
your body heats from his admission again but your eyes stay looking forward, âyouâre a big boy, katsuki. speak up.â then you sniff, âitâs not like you havenât been dating people since kenji was born.â
you need to leave, youâve said your piece and kenji isnât expecting you here anyway which means bubble bath and a catch up on your newest series. but katsuki isnt having it. sure, he has regrets about how he dealt with your last encounter, mostly wishing he held you longer, he wasnât so impulsive to ask you on a date mid sex and he definitely shouldnât have lied to you.
if you want to hash it outside kenjiâs nursery, then fine, heâd indulge.
âthatâs not evenâ,â
âah youâre both here! mr and mrs bakugou, can we talk about kenji inside please?âÂ
miss butterwood, kenjiâs teacher, is a lovely lady. youâve always liked her, a young sweet darkskin lady who always matches the colour of her hair clips to her blouse. though sheâs not giving anything away, just a small smile and a nudge in the direction of her classroom so you both follow. itâs the confusion that makes it not even cross your mind to correct her with the names.
you glance over at bakugou whoâs just as baffled as you.
âweâre continuing this.â
ânow you want to talk to me,â you roll your eyes before mum mode switches on. youâve seen a few kids get let out, screams and laughs as they run to their parents outside. kenji is yet to appear and you feel a rock drop to the bottom of your stomach.
âwhat is this about, miss butterwood?â
âwhereâs kenji?âÂ
bakugou asks at the same time and miss butterwood releases a light laugh.
you and bakugou walk into kenjiâs classroom at the same time, sitting in the two adult seats provided by her desk.
âiâll answer all your questions in a momentâ,â
âwhereâs kenji?â bakugou repeats, voice a bite away from being a growl and your eyes widen at him.
for the first time ever, bakugouâs sitting up straight with his hands on his knees. being in the dark always makes him agitated but not knowing something about his son makes him angry, rude.
you rest your hand on his thigh to calm him. if something was really wrong with kenji, miss butterwood wouldnât be smiling in your face right now. bakugou doesnât acknowledge your hand, though his clenched jaw softens ever so slightly. âsorry about him. where is he though?â
âkenjiâs in the next classroom over. i can bring him in if it makes you feel comfortable, i just wanted to talk to you without him in the room.â
you nod in understanding whilst bakugou stares, eyes narrowing. miss butterwood must deal with a load of crazy parents because she doesn't even flinch.
âi have good and bad news for kenji today, which would you like first?â
âbad,â you and bakugou blurt in unison.
âtoday, kenji got in an altercation with one of the other children-,â
âhah?â
your jaw drops. kenji? your sweet little kenji who chases butterflies and enjoys nature documentaries with his daddy?Â
âone of the children pushed him in the sandpit, laughing that kenjiâs quirk hasnât developed yet. which is very normal for kids his ageââ
âwhat the fuck?â bakugou spits, âwhat kid?â
miss butterwood clamps her mouth shut, shaking her head, âsince kenji will probably mention it to you, it was one of his friends amar.â
bakugou feels like the ground has fallen beneath his feet. a fucking rascal is bullying his kid because his quirk hasnât developed yet? it feels like an ironic joke, a punishment for his younger selfâs antics. heâs over it, heâs felt enough regret to last a lifetime over himself as a kid though he definitely didn't expect to be kicked in the face with it today. heâs calling deku about this.
âoh my god,â you gasp and bakugou scoops up your hand that was sitting on his thigh, linking your fingers with his. you squeeze his hand tightly, both of you refusing to look down. you know amar, sits next to kenji in class and they play football together on the weekends, âis he okay now?â
âhe hit his head on the wooden frame of the pit and was in tears. we had to clean and patch up the scratch. though as soon as we cleaned him up, he went back over to the amar and pushed him, hitting his head against a tree.â
you shake your head, a faux frown on your face, your lip twitching.
âthank fuhâ,â but you squeeze bakugouâs hand extra tight for him to shut up.
âthis is all terrible. i hope the child gets reprimanded for striking first and we will⊠talk to kenji about hitting back, even if itâs in retaliation.â
bakugou tries to follow your lead but heâs not one to fake a thing, opting to sit back in his seat quietly. fuck that, heâs teaching his child to punch if he gets punched, nobody is getting away with shit. âwhatâs happening to the other child?âÂ
âsince he hit kenji first and also had to get patched up, we are about to inform their parents after and seat him away from kenji. the two were friends before this but i think this spawned from the fact amar got his quirk recently.â
âwhatâs the quirk?â bakugou grunts
âthat is not relevant,â you mumble, but bakugou stays looking at miss butterwood.
âit is a speed quirk,â is all she reveals and bakugou stretches his jaw.
âwhatâs the good news then?â
a smile falls across miss butterwoodâs face and it makes you smile too, your cheeks inching up. youâre beginning to think that must be something to do with her quirk, though it's not affecting bakugou in the slightest.
âkenji has been exceeding at a much faster rate than the rest of the class and weâve been thinking we could put him in some extra classes after school with the older kids to test alternate skills. logic, strategy and more,â
âtake that for a fuckinâ speed quirk,â bakugou mumbles and you roll your eyes.
âkenji is a bright, bubbly child and we know this incident today is out of his behaviour. we wanted to know if youâd be interested in him doing these extra classes. theyâll only be once a week, twice if he enjoys them.â
you look over at bakugou, slowly nodding whilst he gives you a single nod. âyeah, yes. that would be amazing! best we start with once a week.â
thereâs a tiny knock at the door and miss butterwood chuckles, âthere he is. come in!â
you rip your hand away from bakugouâs, turning to face the door to see your little boy tumble in with a brown bear plushie, gifted by his father. âmama! papa! iâm going in smart class!â then he pouts, standing between both your chairs, âi had a bump today too and⊠bumped amar.â
you stroke your baby's cheek, eyeing the white padded plaster at the back of his head, âmy poor baby.â
you watch miss butterwood, talking to another teacher outside the door, âwell done on pushing him back,â you say pointing in his face to make sure he listens, âyou never punch first, you always punchâ,â
âsecond!â shouts kenji and he slaps your larger palm in a high five.
bakugou rumbles in laughter, staring at his little family, âand here i thought youâd disagree with my parenting.â
you spin kenji around to face his father, analysing the plaster again. it should heal quickly, itâs an inch long. bakugou takes his son's hand, swinging it back and forth.
âwe arenât raising a pushover here. we are practicing our patience until his quirk comes. we arenât sitting ducks in the meantime.â
kenji nods solemnly, âwe are not ducks, papa.â
bakugou can only deem himself lucky to be partnered with you to raise his kid and so fucking lucky that his kid has more sense than he ever had when he was his age.
miss butterwood walks back into the room, waving away the other teacher, âif kenji is okay and you two donât mind, he can have his first advanced class now? pick him up in an hour and a half?â
bakugou looks at his son who squeezes the plushie he grabbed for him on his last mission, âyou wanna go, little man?â
walking out of kenjiâs nursery without kenji and instead his father by your side wasnât your plan for the evening.
âso not only do we have a fuckinâ mastermind, we have a boxer in the makinâ. a wonder child.â
you laugh, playfully slapping his arm, âyou need to work on your reactions! you were about to act like he won an award for hitting the kid back.â
âi don't give a fuck. i only didnât because blood wasnât circulating in my hand anymore.â
âthat is not true,â you glare.
âhis teacher was using her quirk on you wasnât she? a chemical one, every time she smiled you were showinâ all your fuckinâ teeth.â
you gasp, âi knew it! i was thinking why werenât you being affected, looking like you were going to shake her for not saying where kenji was.â
bakugou huffs a laugh, âhero traininâ, baby.â
itâs the pet name that snaps you out of your back and forth, remembering you still have to have that conversation, talk about feelings when youâd much rather be whatever you were before.
you scan the area. all the parents have gone now, just you and bakugou at the entrance. you spot his black porsche on the empty road.
âwhereâs your lil beetle?â
rich pro hero makes fun of your little red car. only you and kenji sit in it, so you don't need a massive car or even a car collection like the annoyance beside you.Â
âitâs not even a beetle! and sheâs in the shop at the moment, bad exhaust.â
âyou took the bus?â
âyup.â
âhowâve you been gettinâ to work?â
ânormies take the bus, katsuki.â
âi can get my driver to take you.â
âthat is so not necessary.â
âiâm not askinâ. canât have my baby mama too tired to look after my kid.â
you don't have anything to say about that though blood rushes to your cheeks. youâll only say no once to a personal driver, youâre not an idiot to say it twice.Â
bakugou and you stand on the pavement like strangers. you leave a considerable gap between you both, holding onto the strap of your bag and staring down the road to where your bus stop is. bakugouâs fingers twitch like heâs infected and only your touch will soothe him. he wants to feel your smooth fingers between his calloused ones, the heat of your palm warming straight down to his heart. even an arm around your waist to pull you into an embrace because itâs fucked the last time heâs touched you was weeks ago.
âiâm gonna head to a coffee shop, grab a tea. thereâs no point going all the way home to come out again.âÂ
âi can drop you home or to the coffee place and i can pick him up after so you don't need to. we gotta talk. i need to talk to you.â
itâs the tired droop of his carmine eyes that drag you to his car. bakugou swings it open and once youâve settled in the seat, he shuts the door and you analyse the interior of his car. kenjiâs booster seat directly behind you, a green deku air freshener hanging off his rearview and heâs got a water bottle, his glasses case, yoghurt raisins and gum in the open console between your chairs. bakugou slides in, the sweet caramel smell of him overwhelming you.
âitâs so tidy in here. like itâs brand new.â you awe, not finding a speck of dust across the black leather interior. thereâs a rim of orange around his seats and you find the detail very katsuki.
âi don't fuck around with my shit. iâm careful.â he sniffs, jabbing his car key in the slot and switching his car on, âso is kenj.â
you blame the rumble your body makes on his smooth engine humming the vehicle to life. you can only remember what he said to you last time, i would be so careful with you knowing kenji could be hurt by our actions.Â
bakugou turns the heating on, checking his mirrors and just when you think he's about to actually start moving the car, he sits back in his seat, turning his head ninety degrees to look at you. if it wasn't so weird between you, youâd feel the prickle of stubble dusted along his jaw, perhaps bring him in for a kiss. tell him how sexy it makes him lookâ
âwhat?â
âwhich coffee shop was it?â
bakugou stretches his arm to rest on the wheel, looking at you before looking at the road. bad idea to have you alone in his car. your perfume, something spicy and floral has him dying to roll his eyes back, grab your neck and pull you for a kiss. you look almost nervous in his presence and he canât make out why, your eyes darting all around the car then his outstretched arm, his knuckles on the wheel. somehow youâre prettier than when he saw you last, dropping kenji off to him and before that, when you made yourself come on his lap.
you rattle off the location to him, transfixed by bakugou katsuki driving. this wasnât helping your case at all. he places his palm on the back of your seat, to reverse and you force yourself not to look at the length of his neck or focus on the heat of his body so close to yours. he could kiss your cheek if he wanted but heâs already moved, circled out of the parking spot and driving to the destination.
bakugou is a lazy driver, slightly slouched in his seat, his arm bent at the wheel. you notice him mumble swears under his breath when he sees a car in the wrong lane, then he glances at you, hands tucked between your pressed thighs.
âwanna put music on?â
âno itâs okay. itâs a short ride.â
another boat of silence, bakugou rests his elbow by his window, thumb underneath his top teeth. he needs to apologise, explain his behaviour and beg you to give him another chance, especially after hearing your side.
instead you both sit, eyes glued forward.
âyou look cute today. appreciated how you took control in the meetinâ. i get agitated too fuckinâ quick.â
you raise your eyebrow at him, this big muscled man, you can still remember the feeling of his tongue slide across you, is calling you cute?Â
a quick glance at you and he knows what youâre thinking. at a red light, he flicks to your torso then your legs. bites down softly on his bottom lip, âbig jumper, baggy jeans, lip gloss. you look cute today. donât dress like that if you donât wanna be called cute.â
he looks away when green glows from the traffic lights, the car gliding forward. you rub your lips together instinctively, warming up under your jumper.Â
you refuse to reply to that comment, instead, âwhatâs the headband for?â
bakugouâs hands drift to his hair, looking in the rearview mirror quickly. âwhat dâyou mean? my hairâs gettinâ too long. need a cut.â
you nod, eyes glued to the black fabric on his hairline. bakugou can tell, youâve got the same look in your eyes when he had you in his lap before you kissed.Â
âwhy?â he continues, grin spreading across his face like melting butter, âdâyou like it?â
he slides into a spot outside the coffee shop, getting ready to park.
âiâm not answering that, katsuki. youâre in my bad books.â
but the smile isnât leaving his cheeks, so much so he rests his hand over his mouth to cover it.
âif you say so, baby.â
somehow calling you baby during sex has continued out of your living room. you hate how you love it.
once he switches the engine off, you pop your seat belt off, opening your passenger door. âokay, iâll see you. text me about kenji.â
you think youâre free for a moment, finally fresh air because you were suffocating with all the tension in the car. youâre about to open the door to the coffee shop when a longer and larger arm above your head opens the door for you.
âwhy are you coming too?â
âi said we gotta talk. weâre talkinâ.â
two hands sit on your hips as he guides you into the shop and you let him, loving the heat of his back. youâd never admit it but you imagine for a moment if you did date him, claiming him for the world to know.
you pause in front of the counter and bakugouâs hands still havenât moved from your waist. âwhat do you want?â he asks, looking up at the board of drinks.
you pull out your phone to pay, âusually just a peppermint and ginger tea at this time, no sugarâ,â
âcan i get that and a black coffee please.â he asks to the barista.
the barista clearly recognises him, looks at his hands on you and then back to their ipad to note down your order.
âwhy a tea at this time?â he mumbles to you and his voice, so close, makes you jump.
âoh, caffeine and me in the afternoon will sit with me until itâs time for bed.â
bakugou listens, âi had night patrol far out, barely slept. my receptionist had to wake me up from my office sofa.â
you watch every word form on his lips, trying to find signs of tiredness. it explains the agitation before, the dark circles under his eyes now that youâre up closer. bakugou taps his card on the reader, grabbing both your drinks and waits for you to pick a table.
âoh i was going to⊠thanks,â
his smirk is sweet and small, lightly shaking his head, âitâs nothinâ.â
once you both settle in your seats at the back of the shop by the window, you feel lighter despite not talking about anything yet. everything is so easy with katsuki, unbelievably so.
ââm sorry.â
you werenât expecting that.Â
ânot for everythinâ i said, but how i said it. i was just fuckinâ hurt.â
you lift your mug, blowing the liquid and inhaling the mint. you flick your eyes back up to his.Â
âi think âcause iâve been in my head about you that i just assumed you knew. i think about you all the fuckinâ time and thereâs been no change, nothing new between us until recently.âÂ
you crying in his arms after work, visiting him in his office, kissing him, sitting on hisâ
âbasically i like you a lot, a fuckinâ school boy crush and i thought i had no chance âcause you were datinâ other people.â
âhowâd you know i was dating people?â you never told him or kenji.
âiâm not stupid, yn. i can tell when a man has been in your apartment when i dropped kenji back and when youâd drop him to me when youâre going on one. kenjiâs never said anything about meeting one of those fuckers so i wasnt sayinâ shit to you.â
âbut youâve dated people too?â
katsuki takes a sip of his coffee, creases between his brows, âi havenât?â
you prefer to stare out of the window, âi remember an article with a photo of you and two women in the states and youâre an attractive professional hero obviously you have.â
âi havenât dated anyone, i don't date. that was justâŠâ
you lower your voice, lucky thereâs only a student with headphones on in the corner of the shop, âah, so you were just fucking them? youâre not my man, itâs fine. iâm just explaining why iâve been so confused.â
bakugou leans back in his seat, throwing his head back and sighing, âfuck.â
âso youâve liked me since you met me but i started dating people so you started fucking people and then we had sex again and you said you don't want to wait for me even though i never knew there was something to wait for. let alone i thought you were dead for a week before that.â
âfuck. fuck. i get it, i fucked up there.â
âand then kenji. youâre his father, youâre different to the rest of the guys iâve dated and⊠i don't want us to go wrong.â
bakugou stares at his stormy black liquid, âbut what if we go right? what if weâre fuckinâ good together?â
your mouth opens and closes like a fish begging for air. bakugou grabs your hands, across the table, urging you to look up. your lips are parted, his face only a few inches away from yours from across the table.
then he grins and finally you get to see his full set of teeth, his gold tooth that cases his canine. you feel like whimpering at the sight, âbaby, what if we work?â
you laugh softly, âi havenât thought that far ahead. but⊠but if we do dateâŠâ
bakugouâs nodding like a puppy hearing a list of his favourite words, âif we try then weâre taking this slowly. no telling kenji or our parents, i do not want to have their input on this.â
âanythinâ, baby.â
âand if i see you even flirt with another woman during this time, iâll kill you.â
bakugou stares at you like youâre stupid, head tilting, bringing your knuckles to his mouth, âi havenât cared about another woman since Iâve met you.â
you roll your eyes, clearly enamoured, âthis also doesnât count as a date and you better not ask me when my hand is on your dick again. that was classless.â
bakugou chuckles, intertwining his fingers with yours, gulping down his coffee despite the fact itâs still boiling
âterrible fuckinâ move, i know. iâll ask you again, weâll do somethinâ that will blow your mind.â when he sets his mug back on the table, heâs still slightly in shock, âyouâre actually lettinâ me?â
his reaction makes you shy, a little cocky, though you school your expression. staring at him without blinking, âdonât fuck up, dynamight.â
your baby father winks at you, squeezes your hand and downs the last sip of his coffee, âwouldnât dream of it.â
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PART 4 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / PART 6
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SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) after a bad day at work, your baby father comes over to drop your kid home
WARNINGS: pro hero!bkg, child death mention, flirting, crying n comfort
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PART ONE / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / PART THREE
katsuki: Kenji has fallen asleep in my car so donât be loud when you open the door
bakugou katsuki cradles his son against one bicep, holding his little deku trainers in his other hand with his matching green travel bag hanging off a single finger.Â
itâs a sight that calms you, thatâs for sure. after a long day at work at the hospital, thereâs nothing more you need than to sit down at home in silence to collect your thoughts. as a doctor, you dealt with injured patients often, especially in a society with wannabe villains and unregulated vigilantes. every shift was different and a whirlwind. today being one of the bad ones dealing with a death that just wasnât warranted, they rarely rarely ever are but this one today just wasnât⊠a second more, fuck maybe if you tried⊠or if you didnâtâŠ
you gaze at your sonâs face first. puffy cheeks breathing in and out, eyelashes fanned across them, closed in a deep sleep. heâs got a dynamight t-shirt on and you can already predict he was running havoc in his daddyâs agency. you press a wet kiss to his cheek.
then your baby daddy, holding your son with a single muscled arm against his black woolly jumper, rocking him ever so slightly. that usual smirk heâs got on his face, on tv, on patrol, to you, has immediately dropped to a look of concern at the sight of you. you donât look that bad do you? fuck, you should have looked in the mirror before he came.
bakugou feels his heart drop to his ass at the sight of you. youâre in your usual mix match pyjamas whenever he drops kenji off in the evenings. these thin grey leggings that are tight at the ass but flare straight past your knee. paired with a light pink sweatshirt thin enough that he knows youâre not wearing a bra but not enough where nipple is showing.
he wonât explain how he knows those details. he watches you, a lot. enough to notice your red rimmed tired eyes and the way you keep pulling your sweatshirt to cover your hands. heâs an idiot to not think somethingâs up.Â
âi donât wanna talk about it. can you drop him in his bed? heâs up early tomorrow.â you mumble, stepping aside to let the pro hero into your apartment.
bakugou takes one step and the room feels smaller, completely dwarfed by him. he could probably touch both walls in your bathroom with his wingspan. his caramel woody scent has already snuck itâs way up your nose and youâre fighting the urge to roll your eyes from how delicious he always smells.
âfuck, okay,â he replies, looking you up and down, twice over before kicking off his shoes as quietly and quickly as possible. âtook him out to eat and he hung out with me and the guys at the office. he got overexcited and had to nap on my sofa. i think he had fun.â
you snort, crossing your arms as you lean against your fridge.. you have no clue why bakugou says things like this to you. itâs never often but you could count all the times on one hand. âhe loves hanging out in your office. he tells me how your secretary gives him doughnuts and tells him not to tell you. then apparently kaminari, i think? shows him electrical tricks and youâre going to build him an indoor slide. he loves it.â
bakugou freezes, looking over at you once his shoes are off. then down at his son with these wide eyes like heâs just got a peep into his brain. âah sometimes i just⊠adult environment, you know? not a place for a kid.â
you follow the blonde into your sonâs bedroom, watching katsuki take off his jumper and trousers to tuck into bed. kenji makes a little sleepy mumble as he snuggles into his red riot duvet cover, âdadaâŠ.â
âhuh-uh. iâll see you later, little man.â a kiss to his forehead and tucking his duvet in from all sides.
you watch as bakugou rises to his feet, watches his son with a look you can only describe as smitten and then turns to face you. his hands land on your shoulders, slowly pushing you out and shutting kenjiâs bedroom door behind him.
youâre both too close. itâs a feat that happens a few times when you're both alone. either youâve taken more steps than needed and youâre right up in katsukiâs personal space or him to you, badly measuring how big he is compared to you in your much smaller apartment.
he drops his hands from your shoulders, but stays close to you, half an inch from chest to chest. bakugou refuses to drop eye contact, straight white top teeth biting down into his bottom lip with a slight frown. it makes you think about kissing him, stopping that frown, stopping the questions you know he wants to ask you but heâs focused on how the skin around your eyes is dry from tears and thereâs a slight rasp to your voice.
âyouâre going to spoil him if you build that slide.â
âiâll say itâs for my employees too. everyone can use it.â
âbut really itâs for him, isnât it?â
bakugou smiles slightly, just the left corner of his lips quirking up, eyes shining, ââcourse it is. heâd fuckinâ love it.â
now you laugh because even though youâre not with your sonâs father, youâre so grateful heâs got a father whoâs so willing and proactive and loves him. almost as much as you do, okay, the same amount equallyâŠÂ
âyou gonna tell me why youâve been cryinâ?âÂ
that stupid frown is back, said in a whisper because you both are still outside your sleeping son's door. he stuffs his hands in his jean pockets and the action almost annoys you like they shouldnât be there. back on your shoulders or your waist orâ
you roll your eyes walking back into your living room away from the man with ruby red eyes that will make you confess anything without trying. bakugouâs following behind, not leaving much space behind you.
âit⊠wasnât some guy was it? the one from that date you went on?âÂ
you spin around in shock and bakugouâs raking his hand through his hair on edge.
âif itâs him iâll kill him.â
now, he looks like the dynamight you see on your television when theyâre showing his best bits from the decade. eyes alight, mind racing with possibilities. his fist clenching like heâs already trying to store his sweat for a blast.
âwhat? no? i didnât even go on a date then. i told you that?â
bakugou tries to recall that conversation⊠your green panties⊠jazz bar⊠you did say you were going out with aâŠ.
âyou were actually with a friend?â
âyeah. why would i lie?â
you know why youâd exaggerate and hold back details. but you didnât think youâd get to see the result of your words in person. your baby father with his hand on the nape of his neck with parted lips like heâs finally got answers after days of ruminating.Â
âoh, fuck. okay, then,â he breathes and itâs like a weight has fallen off his chest, âanother guy?â
âno guy, katsuki.â
you could just tell him to leave and you know heâd listen, if anything heâd actually understand. youâre about two metres apart now but thereâs a string that keeps dragging him closer to you. one metre apart.
âwhat happened at work today? stupid patient?â
his deducing skills arenât bad, though slightly off. itâs like heâs flicking through the book of yn, everything heâs gathered about you from his few years of knowing you. still half empty with so much more to learn.Â
you tilt your head at him, leaning on the back of your sofa as he leans on your kitchen counter top. you wonder if heâs got somewhere to be in the morning. he did that day you slept together a few years ago, leaving you an apologetic note about work and his phone number.
âhow do you handle people dying all the time?â
bakugouâs eyes widen in realisation. you donât look as if you want comfort yet, your walls are still up, arms crossed against your chest.
âtherapy. blockinâ shit out. rememberinâ i can only do what i can do.â he finds a sweet wrapper on your countertop. he rubs it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the soft crinkling sound. then he looks over at your shiny pretty eyes, desperate for reassurance. âi canât save everyone. neither can you, sweetheart.â
youâve been a doctor as long as heâs been a pro hero. you havenât saved quite as many people he has but any civilian who gets hurt gets sent to your hospital.
you sniff, wiping under your nose with your sleeve. âbut he was just a baby⊠a teenager and he got in with the wrong group of boys and his mother looked like her whole world ended. thatâs like if kenji andââ
bakugou moves without hesitation, stepping up to wrap you in his arms. he holds you tightly, your arms trapped on either side of your body. a low hush comes from his lips to soothe you, his head resting on top of yours.
âand i tried katsuki, i tried but i didn't have enough time.â you muffle against his chest, tears falling freely and catching in your throat. âi saw the panic and light leave his eyes all at once.â
âthereâs never enough fuckinâ time. but you tried, all we can do is try, baby. youâre insane at your job, i know you did what you could. gotta find peace with that, hm?â
you know. you know this. they tell you in sensitivity training and youâve been doing this job long enough to wrap these events up and store them in the back of your head.
so you slowly nod against bakugouâs chest, feeling his arms unwrap from you so two paws can hold your cheeks to face him.
his thumbs wipe under your eyes softly and a loud hideous sniff comes from you.
âyouâre good, yeah? all good.â
âyou talk to kenji like this, donât you?â
a breathless laugh falls from bakugou and you hate how utterly gorgeous he looks through your blurry eyes. âsometimes you gotta tell him heâs okay so he doesnât burst into tears at nothinâ.â
you nod with a small smile, âsorry for getting snot on you.â
âi only wear black now for you and him. never know when the waterworks will start.â
you both laugh now, lowly with bouncing shoulders. slowly his hand slip from your cheeks but he loosely hooks two fingers on your forearm, just to keep you close. when it gets quiet he pipes up again.
âbut talk about this shit. with me or someone, storing it all up⊠itâs gonna burst.â and he levels you with a stare so serious you can only nod.
âyou give really good hugs,â you mumble and bakugou grins.
âyeah? i donât get that compliment a lot.â
âitâs because you donât hug anyone but kenji.â
bakugouâs eyes narrow in defense, âhow do you know?â
possibilities of women and girlfriends and one night stands flicker through your head. that article you saw about bakugou being pictured with two women on his trip in the states a few months ago. the thought makes you want to gag. you scoff despite, ââcause i know.â
âthatâs mum logic for you. âcause you know.â he rolls his eyes and you shrug with a smug look on your face. âdo you want another or is my time up here?â
you stare at him for two seconds before stomping over into his chest and he reacts without much thought, opening his arms to swallow you up.
âfuck, i really needed this,â you mumble, snuggling into his large body and pressing your cheek into his pectoral.
heâs in off season currently, always training but eating whatever he wants is causing his body to be slightly softer where it counts. heâs like a perfect pillow, firm with a squish and with all the emotion finally draining out of you youâre getting sleepy on him.
âam i gonna have to put you to bed too?â
your eyes snap open and your arms tighten around his back. he didnât mean it like that, he definitely didnât mean it like that. but now youâre thinking of your baby daddy throwing you onto your mattress and dragging your legs to the end of the bed and yanking off your leggings andâ
âhmm, no. iâll be off you in just three seconds.â
three seconds ends up being five and thatâs when you feel the hard press into your stomach. one that has your body react like itâs been dumped in hot water.
âkatsuki, is that yourâ,â
bakugou grunts like a bear, untangling to push you out of his arms, holding you arms width away. thereâs a light flush of pink on his cheeks and he looks shamelessly away from you. you canât help but look down at his crotch and see the swell⊠even in his jeans.
âyou really donât hug women, do you?â
âwoman, you⊠you drive me crazy.â he states letting go of you and rubbing his face with a single hand.
giggles begin to bubble up and before you know it theyâre falling out of you. you cover your mouth to not wake up kenji, âiâm only joking.. kinda?â
bakugou shakes his head with a smirk, making his way over to your front door to pull his shoes on. he doesnât mention how every part of you felt, practically trying to crawl into his skin. he could feel your jaw against his chest, your breasts squished and he could remember how it felt to have them in his hands. you even stood right between his legs, and he doesnât have to strain to rest his chin on your head. he loves how your arms clutched onto him like a lifeline and it bloomed a new craving inside of him for you. not just his stupid crush but he wants you to need him, to rely on him. he doesnât want to admit it but it feels like youâre made for him. you fit perfectly.
âhappy i can make you laugh like that, sweetheart.â
when bakugouâs ready to leave, you feel a rock drop to the pit of your stomach. youâve really enjoyed his presence, him. you notice him gazing at your bitten lips, then your puffy cheeks, then up to your less bloodshot eyes.Â
âiâll pick kenj up in two days. my ma wants to see him, take him to the aquarium i think.â
you nod, feeling warm despite the emptiness. âokay, just text me.â
bakugou nods back, and itâs another silent staring contest between you both. unsaid words floating around the room. maybe in another life when your kid isnât sleeping and you werenât done crying over a shift and bakugou katsuki was just bakugou katsuki, youâd ask if he wanted to stay the night.
but bakugou katsuki will never be just bakugou katsuki.
âokay⊠iâll go,â he takes it upon himself to open your front door. he turns back at you with a grin that makes you already start to miss him, âsee you, yn.â
âbye katsuki."
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'Till death do us part, hah,' your number one top fan! Satoru Gojo can't help but stroke his thick, veiny cock as he recites those vows he'll have for you soon, blushed tip just dripping all that milky pre cum drippin' from that little hole on the head.
Oh, he'd say them very, very fucking soon indeed.
You, the pretty OF star on his screen, bent over and giggling right at him, he swears it. You're surely not looking at any of these other losers' names, no, you must be looking at his.
'Gonna f-fuck...' Satoru's stroking his cock faster, whimpering out as you glide that dildo he bought you in and out of your pretty little cunt, stretching it out and whining as you take it.
Well, it was a direct replica of his cock, so of course you couldn't stuff it all. But don't worry - when Satoru gets you finally, and he folds you in a mating press, fingers pressed into the backs of your thighs? Oh, he'll have you take all of him.
'Till I can see my print inside,' he's chuckling again, lost as he takes some of that messy pre and licks it, moaning and gliding it across his lips. He's fucking his fist in time to your sad attempts at fucking yourself with his veiny replica, he can't help but smirk, using one hand to type.
Having trouble takin' cock, sweetheart?
Well you are indeed, you've never had something so big and long trying to fit inside you - in fact, this was the first time you've used more than a cute little plug or a wand on your pussy on cam. Yet, when it's from your top fan, you can't help but want to show off for him.
Your puffy lips are pathetically trying to fit around it, no matter how wet you are, you can't even get half - the tips are just rolling in, but none like him - like DigiMaster89.
truly -what a fucking name. Yet you know that he loves when you spread wide, and you truly want to be a good girl for him.
Even if you don't even know what he looks like, you'd love to make him proud, taking more and more of that cock and shaking, thighs trembling as your cunt is spasming, begging for a little reprieve with how full you're stuffed.
'Ngh!' You're crying out now, as Satoru leans forward, remembering his vows.
he got distracted.
'Oh, where was I?' he caresses the screen, before spitting down his cock again, letting it slip to the base. 'Ah, I remember. To fucking cherish that slutty lil' cunt. Ah, baby I solemnly swear and all that sh-shit....'
White locks fall across a brow as you squirt all over for the first time on camera, clear fluids just gushing out, just in time for his white to squirt right on the screen, right against his future wife, some of it even smattering against his glasses. He can't help but whimper out your name, hand just trembling, taking his glasses off to lap a bit of his sticky mess.
God, imagine when you're squirting all over his glasses?
Satoru can't wait to finally have you all to himself, don't you know you're already his future fucking wife?
being with choso meant having your tits sucked 24/7 àšà§ choso kamo x fem!reader àšà§ i love boobs
it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.
somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.
if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.
he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.
your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.
he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.
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sae wasnât by any means an extremely vocal person. whenever you had sex, it was always those same familiar soft groans and that low sensual sound he made when he came, never anything else. and for someone like you who was an absolute sucker for whimpers, youâd made it your mission to get at least one whine out of him.
âjust like that, baby.â sae groaned as he was laid back, letting the sight of you ride him sink in, unaware of your alternate agenda. both of his hands was steady on your hips, lazily guiding your movements, occasionally giving your ass a squeeze.
your cum was stuck to your inner thighs as you determinedly chased saeâs orgasm, and you could tell he was close. his dick was twitching in your heat and the lewd sight of your tits bouncing above him, wet cunt clutching each time you slammed down, his face painted with pleasure â he was grabbing your hips harshly with that well known low groan, cock pouring out ropes of cum and stuffing you full.
his chest rose and fell with rough breaths, hands caressing slow over your skin. the atmosphere went still and all that could be heard was the mixed sound of your heavy breathing slowing in sync. he was giving you a slight âarenât you gonna get off look?â but didnât say anything, letting you do as you please.
you, on the other hand, were debating whether to mercifully give him a minute, or to begin your little scheme right away. leaning in, you captured his lips in a hot kiss, teeth nipping before you were slipping your tongue past. you kissed him like you were starved, till you were both dizzy and pulling away only for air. a not so gentle indicator that you wanted another round.
starting your plan before he began to soften, you stirred with teasing slow grinds at first, just testing the waters and his reaction was perfect, steadying breath hitching as your hips grinded against him, âagain, right now?â
you only hummed slyly in response, planting your hands down on his thighs to secure yourself.
âw-wait.â his hands attempted and failed to stop you, quivering as you were already bouncing, cunt squeezing his already sensitive dick so sweetly he felt like he was going to die from both pain and pleasure.
thighs stinging with an ache, your legs were obviously tired after topping for so long, but it didnât stop you at all. if anything, it only made you more persistent. you were speeding up, feeling his trembling hands grabbing at your waist.
you were now the one admiring the sight in front of you â the look on his face that said it was all too much and too good at the same time, his cheeks flushed as he bit into his bottom lip trying to muffle the submissive sounds slipping past his lips. this was perfect opportunity to taunt him for it.
âcanât handle it?â you laughed out through a moan, âyou overstimulate me allll the time but you canât manage a bit yourself?â
âiâ, youââ his weak attempt at speaking was overridden by a whiny âf-fuckâŠâ and it was like music to your ears. your hips were meeting his gruellingly as his cum had began leaking out of you, sticking and squelching with the slam of your ass against his skin.
you felt him shudder as his whimpers got more prominent, motivating you to keep pressing on. they were getting louder and louder until he decided to finally stop holding back, melodic whines blurting past his lips and straight to your core. âa-ah shit, iâm c-close again.â he sounded on the brink of tears, brows ridged with bliss.
you could feel the tense knot in your stomach forming, saeâs eyes rolling as you clenched around him. his cock was throbbing similarly, ready to release another load. âyou gonna cum? we can together.â you groaned seeing his overwhelmed expression.
unwaiting for an answer, your slick walls hugged him tightly as your knot snapped, thighs quaking as you felt him follow, dick letting out a weak splash of cum. your knees were sore as you stilled, immediately trying to get off at last, but he was stopping you for real now. âd-donât, oh god, donât move yet.â
his eyes were drawn shut but you could see the light tears at their corners. his lips were blushed, bruised and bitten raw from your kisses and the prettiest shade of pink was visible on his cheeks. âyouâre fucking insane.â he heaved, fluttering his eyes open to look at you.
you stroked his chest, âtoo much?â
he went quiet, helping you off him, a near silent hiss leaving him because of the sensitivity.
âyou liked it, didnât you?â you were giggling before he was cuddling you close, trying to change the subject.
âiâll go run a bath soon, need anything?â
âyeah, admit it, you liked it. you like being overstimulated.â you pinched his rib playfully.
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
đ synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
đ contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
đ word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
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đ A/N: piggybacking off this post. based off an argument i had w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people â especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of yourâ
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they wereâall round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rinâ"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at youâ
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled andâ
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your kneesâthey were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goesâa physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfftâ You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was aâ"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favouriteâFrench fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfectânobody wasâSae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmerâneedier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmmâ" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeahâSaeâit's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so goodâso, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hotâsuffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!â"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, yâknowâŠ"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used toâmirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But Iâ It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like thisâ"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfftâ You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"Iâ" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Saeâ" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"Noâ I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "NoâNo shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yoursâone stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!â"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with youâsofter with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You'reâ" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like thisâ"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thighâan attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Owâ"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kissâall tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mmâ"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That'sâ" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you'reâ"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Shâ Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is soâ" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ahâ t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my godâ" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!â This is so embarrassingâ"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna dieâ"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsherâneedier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at himâhis shirt, his shoulderâto be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathingâpanting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my godâSae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'mâ"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshlyâso harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Shâ Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told youâ I know what that isâ"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae." You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cuteâalmost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skinâ
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hairâoutwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
âč àŁȘ . â± Ë NO NUT NOVEMBER : DID THEY WIN OR LOSE?
â° synopsis: do the blue lock men pull through november like a soldier? or die in cervix?
â° includes: isagi yoichi ; bachira meguru ; itoshi rin ; itoshi sae ; reo mikage ; nagi seishiro ; shidou ryusei ; michael kaiser ; alexis ness
â° cw: nsfw mdni ; 11k wc ; not proofread ; f reader ; unprotected piv ; pet play ; praise ; degradation ; facesitting ; pantysniffing ; breeding ; public ; cockwarming and more . . .
â° note: this was such a challenge LMAO but im glad i finished it within november heh..
âââ 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.
âł FIRST WEEK :
isagiâs plan for this whole thing? heâs gonna be productive! he will spend more time on football! he will win this challenge and youâll give him a reward for it! heâs going to flex to rin about this! heâs going to be the betterâyeah, you get it.Â
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?Â
everytime you walked past him his puppy dog eyes would follow you like he was trailing after your scent. but itâs just the first week! gosh, man up isagi! you need to push through! â isagi would chant to himself like a mantra, well, itâs working so far..?
 âyou do this on purpose, right?â 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.Â
âmm? do what, pretty boy?â you giggled, a sweet sound but it only set isagiâs 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.Â
âwearing thisâyou know what weâre doing..right?â isagi sucked in rather harshly, struggling to hold the reins of his libido. âyeahh. does it make you wannaâ lose, yoichi?â you cooed teasingly, isagiâs left nut twitched and he went blind in his right leg. you were seriously going to be the end of him.
âł 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 itâs 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.Â
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 canât just lie!Â
but he has been doing a good job, so far. yeah! heâs going to make it, right? please tell him heâs going to make it. heâs so close to crying.
 it was late into the night but isagi couldnât 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 youâre 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 youâve 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.Â
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 doesnât count as cheating right? not if he doesnât 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.Â
shit, he felt like a virgin.
âł THIRD WEEK :
lol, what third week?Â
âahâshit, i missed thisâ! fuckâi missed you!â 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.
âaâaah! yoichi! slowââ 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.Â
âslow? youâfuckinââwant slow?â isagi growled in your ear, his hips now slowing down so he could pound you slower but more fuller. âafter teasing meâfor so. damn. long? shut up and take it.â 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.Â
âł 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.
âsoo, same time next november?â 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. âshut up.â he sighed, rolling his eyes. he wasnât mad at you, he was mad at himself for losing. but gosh did his balls feel lighter.Â
you just laughed and began spooning isagi from behind, best november ever.
âââ 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.Â
âł FIRST WEEK :
bachiraâs plan for this whole thing is to make it unbearable for you. he knows youâre absolutely whipped for him, and would cave if he just whispered a soft little âplease :(â. 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. âheyy cutie. whatchaâ making?â 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.Â
âmeguâ stop humping me.â 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. âmmâugh, i thought you would crack by noooww!â bachira whined, stomping his feet softly.Â
 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 bachiraâs lips. âtaste it.â bachira huffed indignantly but still opened his mouth to taste the food. âmm. yum.â he smacked his lips while eating, same way his hips were still smacking yours.Â
âcan you stop dryhumping me now?â you clicked your tongue, bachira tightened his grip on you even more. âno.â he stuck his tongue out. fairs.
âł 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 heâs quite literally roaming around the house in just his boxers and you still havenât lost your mind over him? he feels offended. so, SO offended.
he lays beside you wherever you are sat. on the couch? heâs draping himself over the loveseat with am arm on his forehead like heâs a damsel in distress. on the bed? heâs laying beside you on his side, posed all tantalizingly like heâs 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.
 âmeguru? can you put on some clothes?â you perked up without even glancing at him. yet that was enough for bachira to resume his embarassing attempt at appearing seductive. âam i bothering youu? heh, come do something about it then.â 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?
âno thank you. iâm quite busy.â 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!Â
âł 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! itâs supposed to be the other way around!
and itâs not even fair you look so pretty, glowing and pure and bachira is just so pent-up and needy. heâs so close to just getting on all fours and barking for you so you could give him a scrap of your attention.Â
heâs whining like a damn dog who got denied his favourite treat, which is you. how can you be so mean to him!
âbabyâbabyâpleaseââ 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.
âjust give in! i wonât even rub it in your faceâfuckâlet me have you..â 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.
âmeguru, i have work tommorow. go to bedââ you tried complaining but you couldnât 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.
âhnghâyeah, stroke meâfuuckkââ bachira babbled, bucking his hips up to fuck your fist. his precum leaked over your fist, his engorged tip twitching like crazy. as bachiraâs 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.
âwhyâ!â bachira whined, curling into you even more. âuh-uh, gottaâ win this, babyboy.â you shushed him with your finger, you smirked so evilly. bachira was quiet, you looked so hot.
âł FOURTH WEEK :
bachira couldnât hold it in anymore. but luckily you worked overtime alot this week so bachira couldnât pounce on you and fuck you seven days till sunday. it was all so unfair!Â
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.Â
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 pillowâyour pillowâlike a mad animal, whimpering your name. what a bad boy. and he wasnât even the least bit ashamed that you caught him.
âdirty, dirty boy.â 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.
 âmmâdid âya really expect me to not? you justââ bachira sniffed your inner thigh, eyes half-lidded. âsmell sooo good andââ bachira buried his face in your crotch, licking over your dampening slit through the fabric of your panties. âtaste even better..â bachira groaned low in his throat but he winced when you tugged the leash harder and reeled him away.Â
âyou gotta earn it, baby.â 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.
âanyway you want..! iâll do anything..â bachira panted, moving to hump your ankle. his tip leaving dirty streaks of precum all over your calve. âanything at all..â
âł DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
winnerrr!!! and heâs nutting all over the place, he deserves it!
record: 30 full days!!!!
you were completely soaked in bachiraâs cum, he really came like a broken faucet, poor baby mustâve 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.Â
 âhehâloovee youu..â 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. âlove you too, meguru.â
âââ ITOSHI RIN didnât 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.
âł 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.
âstop doing that.â 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 homeâyes, fancy.Â
âstop doing what?â 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 damnâhe just looked edible enough to eat. sadly, you couldnât.
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 rinâs mental. he had to tear his eyes away, he couldnât lose. not when bragging rights against dumb yoichi were at stake.
âjustâjust go.â rin panted, looking ahead of himself. you just shrugged and walked out of the gym, but you felt rinâs gaze devouring every deliberate sway of your hips.
âł 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.Â
his teammates noticed too, he was working himself out. itâs 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 didnât 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.Â
âhnnghâ! shitâso fuckinâ tight..â 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.Â
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 didnât count as losing the challenge right? riiightt??Â
outside the shower, karasu and otoya had stayed back to shower after everyone was done. they didnât expect rin to be beating his meat, in public, in the locker rooms.Â
âhow long do you think heâll last?â karasu poked otoyaâs shoulder. âehhâgive it a few days.â otoya shrugged and walked ahead.Â
âł THIRD WEEK :
match is over. theyâre 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.Â
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 wouldnât hear the end of it from you. so he ignores you like you did something to offend him.Â
you kinda did piss him off by being so gorgeous and beautiful and sexy andâ
ârin, do you want something from the store? iâm gonna get groceries.â 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.
ârin?â you called out again, turning to look at him once you noticed he wasnât responding. rinâs 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.
âhuh? ohâyeah, just, get whatever. i donât care.â rin crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. what a fake idgafer, he definitely cared.
âł 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.Â
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.Â
rin stalked over towards you with a predatorâs 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.Â
well, shit.
âfuckinâ hellââya really fucked me over with thisâshitâchallenge..â 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 rinâs waist for leverage and to hold yourself down unless you wanted your soul to ascend to god because damnârin was not holding back.
âriiinnâslowerrrâhngh!â you whined sweetly but rin didnât take it. ânone of that.â rin growled, slapping your ass and then kneading the reddening flesh with his large palm. âyâre gonna take it like a good girl. so stop whining.â 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. ârin! unghâput it backkk!â 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.
âł DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
of course he won! did you really think he wouldnât?
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. ârin? who are you texting?â you perked up, trying to peek into his phone. âisagi.â rin shrugged and showed you his screen, he was texting isagi about how he won nnn. isagi replied with how he wasnât even doing the challenge in the first place, rin read the text and tossed his phone away with a deep, guttural groan.Â
fuck november.
âââ 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 balledâyou were sure they actually looked blue from how pent-up he was. that said, he was the one making this hard for you.
âł 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 doesnât like anything fruity yet here he was completely drowning in scent and smelled exactly like an acai bowl.Â
you had to press your thighs together to keep from pouncing on your boyfriend when he was still in his outside clothes.Â
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?
âsae.â you called out from the bed, sae was changing into his sleep clothes. âmm?â he perked up, blinking at you. his bangs were down, his hair not gelled for once. he looked absolutely adorable, and adorably yours.Â
you sucked in a breath and forced yourself to look away, ânothing.â 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.Â
he peered down at you, he looked so gorgeous. he leaned forward until his whole face was shoved in yours, âis it really nothing?â 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. âgood night.â he whispered and closed his eyes shut.
did the blue balled just blue ball you?Â
âł 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.Â
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 didnât 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.
âcome closer. why are you avoiding me?â 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 wasnât supposed to turn you on, but câmon, 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. âs-saeâ!â you tried taking your wrist away but sae held it firmly to his bulge, making you palm him through his sweats.Â
âitâs all yours, princess. have it.â sae whispered, his grip on your wrist tightened. âyou want it? then you take it. as simple as that.â 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. âi donât care about this stupidânovember thing. if you wonât have me, iâll have you.â sae shrugged, his hand traveled up your side to cup your cherubim cheek.
âwhat will it be?â sae asked, his green eyes boring into yours intensely. and, truthfully, would you be able to resist?
no. and thatâs exactly what happened.Â
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. âsaeâsaeâsaeâ!!!!â 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.Â
âshutâshut up..take it..â 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 hadnât cum yet.Â
âagain. iâm not done.â sae demanded, biting into your thigh.
âł DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
yeah, lost. he didnât wanna do this anyway smh.
record: 10 days. hey!!! his birthday!!!!
âthank you..â sae whispered, it almost missed your ear. he was wiping you down with a warm towel after drilling you into the mattress. âhuhâ?â you perked up weakly. sae felt a faint blush color his cheek, he glanced away.Â
âi didnât want to waste my holiday, we already get such little time together. thanks for letting meâyou know.â 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. âlove you.â he muttered against your skin in-between kisses.
âlove you too.â you giggled.
âââ MIKAGE REO who was the one to bring this challenge up. he knew about this, of course, but he didnât 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.
âł FIRST WEEK :
first week barely registered into reoâs 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 manâwho has probably the highest sex drive youâve ever had the pleasure of experiencingâmanage to ignore you for a whole month?
except he was doing that, he really was. but was he succeeding? so far, yes.
âhey baby.â 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 fuckinâ hot in his work clothes.Â
âgonna go take a shower, you cominâ?â 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 couldnât bring yourself to say it so you just solemnly shook your head.Â
reo pouted but his lips soon curled into a smirk once he realized what you were doing. âoh, november?â reo checked the calendar then faced you again. âsuit yourself.â he shrugged, so nonchalantly then began unbuttoning his shirt. you had to tear your eyes away, with much struggle.Â
were all rich boys this annoying?Â
âł SECOND WEEK :
this was not easy. no, fuck this month, fuck this, fuck everything, fuck youâhe wishes he could. BUT DANG IT ALL. he is going to shrivel up and die if he doesnât get to fuck you now, and he means it. now. just the tip thenâ? or maybe justâMAN. 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. heâs 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. heâs dying inside, his colleagues arenât using all of their braincells, the management is in shambles and worst of allâhe 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.
âbabeeeâyerâ kinda killinâ me here..â 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.Â
âreoo..not hereââ you were cut off by a small gasp escaping your lips, reoâs fingers had slid your panties to the side and were ghosting over your slick folds. âa-ahââ 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 wouldnât, he wasnât an animal. not yet..
âwhat is it, hm?â 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. âcat got your tongue?â reo smirked, his fingers fucking into you in a rhythmic pattern.Â
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.Â
âdonât think about them, babe. smile for the camera.â 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.Â
reo was kind enough to pull out right after and not make you ruin your dress. gosh, you shouldâve returned this mikage boy to his parents. especially when he sucked his fingers clean and winked at you like that.Â
but november was still very much going on. and neither of you had nutted.Â
âł 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 fromâ
FIRST OF ALL. youâve begun spoiling him, not with material things of courseâhe has alot of that alreadyâbut 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 youâre 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, youâve 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???!?Â
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.Â
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.
âreo, how does this look?â 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.
âwoah..â reo gawked, eyes nearly popping out of his head. you looked like a wet dreamâsomething which he was having quite regularly nowadays. ây-youâlookâfuck..â reo stammered, nothing forming in that smart brain of his.
âbad? yeahâi should take it oââ you were interrupted by reo sinking to his knees infront of you, âno! noânuh uh. you look absolutely gorgeous. beautiful. prettystunningsweetyummydeliciousiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouââ his rambling was interrupted by a sweet giggle from you. oh he was falling all over again.
âreo, get up.â 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.Â
âno.â you knew what his intentions were, you couldnât 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.
âł 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 momentâ
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.Â
the shower abruptly stopped and after hearing a rustling inside of the bathroomâprobably reo messing with the towelâthe door opened and from the steam stepped out a very drenched and very sexy reo.Â
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. âitâs time.ââ 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. âyou feel it yeah? how much iâfuckinââneed you.â reo panted in your ear, his thumb swiping at the drool seeping from your lips.Â
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.Â
but you couldnât 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, âsee how dumb you look? gushing all over mâ cock like a little slut.â reo drawled, his hand dropping from your chin to wrap around your throat, choking you softly.
âmmhâ! reooâmoreâ!â you babbled mindlessly, eyes crossed up. âcanât even speak huh? right, all stupid. not a single thought in that brain of yours.â 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.
âfuckkâkeep leakinâ like that and iâll go crazy..â reo leaned forward to bury his face in your neck, sucking a dark hickey on your sensitive flesh.Â
âł DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
another winner!! woohoo!!
record: 30 days aayyyeeeÂ
âweâre never doing this again. this whole..november thing.â 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. âuh-oh.â reo laughed, covering your eyes with his palm, but it covered your whole face.
âlittle baby canât handle a little sun?â reo mocked you in a baby-ish voice and you grabbed a pillow to whack him in the face. âshut up!â you pouted and reo only laughed, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so he was on top of you.Â
he leaned forwards to nuzzle his nose with yours. âdonât pout, youâre making me wanna kiss you.â reo confessed, pressing a kiss to your jaw. you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him up to look at you. âthen kiss me.â you dared.Â
and kiss you he did.
âââ NAGI SEISHIRO found out about this challenge from reo. he was not doing this bro. he noped out on the first day itself.
âł FIRST WEEK :
lol shut up what first week he barely made it through the first day
âhaahâmmââs so good..âyer so good..â 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.
âcanât believe i was planninâ on stayinâ away from this sweet throat all monthh.â 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 nagiâs tip and spreading it around nagiâs length.
âgood thing you didnât, seiâ.â you giggled, taking nagiâs 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.Â
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. âwatch.â you stuck your tongue out, a messy mixture of nagiâs precum and your spit dripping from your tongue.Â
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. âi just finished on youu, ooh.â
you picked up some of the cum on your finger and brought it into your mouth, sucking your digit clean. nagi got veryâvery. 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. âshitâyouâre so wet just from sucking me off?â nagi commented blankly, you squirmed and a flush quickly coated your cheeks.
âseiâ!â 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.
âyeah, stay like that babygirl.â 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.Â
âright here. sorry, my girlfriend wanted me.â nagi shrugged, from his headphones you could hear the whistles and cheers of his friends. nagi clamped a hand on your mouth, âgotta stay quiet, okay babe?â 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.
âł DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
a loser but he does not gaf. nnn?? nagi nut november đł
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.
âseiiiââbaby pleaaaaseeeââ you whined so needily you were sure his friends on the call could hear, nagiâs gaze flicked from the game to you then back to the screen. he clicked his tongue in faux annoyance.
âyou already came twice on me and i havenât even moved.â nagi remarked blankly, like this was daily news for him. gosh, this boy frustrated you to no end. if it wasnât for you using him like a living breathing dildo to get yourself off, you wouldâve strangled him already. nagi seemed to notice your frustration and with a small sigh he unmuted his mic
âgonna go afk guys. my girlfriend wants me again, canât say no.â nagi didnât wait for a response from the other side and took his headphones off, resting them on his neck and grabbing ahold of your hips.Â
âwhere was i?â 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.
âââ SHIDOU RYUSEI didnât 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? heâd rather eat glass and like it.
âł FIRST DAY :Â
yeah, first day. because he is not lasting more than that.
heck, he barely lasted the first hour.
âhaah? âya ainât serious right?â shidou drawled out. he thought you wouldâve 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 youâre his hot, beautiful, perfect girlfriend.
but your serious expression threw him off, you were not joking. âfiinnee. guess i could play along for likeâan hour.â shidou yawned, rolling his eyes. but his hand immediately found itâs way to your thigh, squeezing it. âlet me just keep it there.â shidou gave you a sidelong glance.Â
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.
âfuckâgâna nut all in this bitch. yeah? this pussy keeps sucking me in like âye canât get enough.â shidou grinned wildly, his hand creeped lower to rub circles on your clit as he grinded against your cunt, trying to stuff himself deeper.
âryuuuuââharder!âgimme moreee!â you screamed his name, your words slurring as shidou fucked you into oblivion. âyeah? more? fuckinâ greedy little slut.â 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.
âmmhâryuâ! cumminââ!â your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, toes curling as you gushed over shidouâs cock for the nth time that night. âcream all over my dickâyeah, jusâ like that, what a good gal.â 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.
âone more, âkay?â
âł 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 didnât say anything, the silence already spoke volumes. it was comfortable like this, just the two of you and nothing else.Â
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.
âdid i go too hard? are âya hungry?â 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.Â
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. ânuh uhâmmf just wanâ you.â your voice was muffled into his warm skin.Â
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.Â
âââ MICHAEL KAISER was another boaster, he knew he was going to win this challenge. how could he not? itâs not like you were thaaatt tempting!
âł 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 â for just one second? really, you were doing this on purpose. and kaiser would not fall for it, no he wouldnât. nuh uh.
âmichaâ! youâre home!â 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.Â
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 mĂŒnchen team for the coming year.Â
âliebe, did you miss me?â 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.
âmmâsure i did. youâre dirty michaâ, go wash up.â 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, âeww, youâll get me sick.â kaiser rolled his eyes, âgermaphobe. just say you donât want me.âÂ
âdrama queen.â you sighed but your words held no real bite, you tugged kaiserâs hoodie off his frame and folded it in your arms. âgo shower, for real now.â and kaiser reluctantly obliged like a very bratty toddler. whatâs up with his attitude?
âł SECOND WEEK:
his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy â momâs spaghetti.Â
he cannot do this anymore. he regrets ever boasting about this, he regrets even taking up this damned challenge! he canât even touch you without wanting to rip your clothes off and bend you over the nearest possible surface thatâs 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 hasnât nutted in weeks.
âkaiser misses a goal in latest match against brazil. is the german legend slipping up?â 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.Â
you bit back a giggle and turned to lay on your side, running a hand over kaiserâs chest and making him shudder. âwhatâs wrong, big guy?â you feigned concern when you actually knew all too well whatâs wrong with him. and kaiser hated that, you teasing little minx.
kaiser grabbed onto your hips and lifted you onto his lap, âyou know exactly whatâs wrong with me.â 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.
âgetting desperate, are we now, micha?â you teased, leaning forwards and hiking your tiny tee up, allowing your tits to spill free and gods, they filled up kaiserâs face.
âmmhmm..â kaiserâs 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 didnât even notice your juices ruining his sweatpants.
âmichaaâ! yeâ canât cum yet, remember?â you rolled off kaiserâs lap and began pulling your clothes back in place. kaiserâs hand went down to palm himself through his damp sweats, gosh his outline was so thick it had you drooling.Â
âplease, prinzessin.â kaiser whispered, loud and clear but you pretended not to hear anyway. just to hurt his already fragile ego even more. âmm? please what?â you smirked, running a hand down kaiserâs chest again.
âplease justâlet me put the tip in. please! that doesnâtâthat doesnât count as losing, yeah?â 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. âjust the tip, âkay? no more.â kaiser ogled but then fished his cock out from his pants and he was already so hard. poor boy, mustâve 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.Â
âscheiĂeâyerâ squeezinâ the life outtaâ me, liebe..â 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 wonât pull out till he nuts.
âł 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, noâkaiser has become a problem for himself.
the man wakes up hard. he goes to bed hard. he breathes too fast and heâs hard. like a beast of erectile dysfunction, at this point heâs convinced his body is staging his downfall.Â
heâs snappy, irritable, and painfully pretty (just like usual but this time he is suffering). everyone around him knows something is offâthey been knewâheâs 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 heâs 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:Â
âim gonna nutâ
âdude sybau we gotta survive thisâ
âi canât do this anymore twinâ
âget up.â 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.Â
he knew you were doing this on purpose, showing yourself around knowing he canât do anything about it? Â
you peered over your shoulder to look at him, your hips giving a teasing little sway. âwhat is it, micha? canât i clean around a little?â you pouted, batting your dolly lashes up at kaiser.Â
âyou can..but stopâfuckinâ hell.â 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. âwhat? use your words..â you cooed mockingly, arching your back even more.Â
kaiser wasnât having any of it, he simply stood up and walked away. because he knew if he stayed, it would be much, much worse.
âł 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 couldnât wait.Â
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 âohhhâ was sounded.
and as soon as the clock hit 12? baby, kaiser was not. holding. back.
âyou little fuckinâ tease.â kaiser bounced you on his lap in reverse cowgirl, one hand tightly gripping your hips and his tattooed hand wrapped tightly around your throat. âyou made my life a livinâ hell with thisâsweet little cunt.â kaiser growled, his hips bucking up to fuck more of his big cock into your drooling pussy.Â
âmmhhâ! michaâpleaseâtoo much!â you whined loudly, tapping his meaty thigh weakly with two fingers. âtoo much?â kaiser laughed humorlessly, âyerâ leaking all over mâ cock and you say is too much?â kaiser nipped at your earlobe.Â
kaiserâs 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. âfuckk yeahâlook at these perfect little tits. all fuckinâ mine.â 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. âsmile, liebling.â kaiser chirped and winked at the screen while you tried your best to smile with your swollen lips and drool down your chin.
âł DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
kaiser never loses, what did you think?
record: 30 full days. barely made it.
âlook how fucked out you look here.â kaiser laughed, showing you the selfie of you he took earlier. âmicha! stop itââ 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 shampooâsomething delicate like you. âcanât believe i survived without fuckinâ âya for a month.â kaiser commented with a small chuckle, his words buried into the crown of your head.Â
â..âm never doing this again.â kaiser shook his head and spooned you closer to him.
he is definitely doing this again.
âââ 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.Â
he is not going to deprive himself of you for a whole month, what do you think he is? stupid?
âł 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 heâs walking on a pile of glass barefootâand 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 canât even blame him this time! poor baby just couldnât resist it when you went to the shower and left your panties lying on the floor. he was just cleaning up after youâbut fuck, he just couldnât 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 didnât 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 wouldnât let him get away with that, would you?
âyou stupid little puppy, just canât keep your dick in your pants, canât you?â you cooed, rubbing your dripping cunt on nessâs face. you were sitting on nessâs face, eyes locked onto his where his face was peeking out from between your thighs.Â
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.
âmmh, youâre gonna nut just from this, huh?â you tilted your head to the side, fingers tangling into nessâs soft magenta locks to hold him in place as you rode his face. nessâs hands gripped your thighs to press you harder against him but you swatted them away.Â
âno touching. you donât deserve it.â you clicked your tongue, you lifted yourself up from his face and looked down. ness whined, âm-mommy! pleaseâfuckâsit back down!â he demanded, and you did. nessâs lips immediately latched onto your clit and he began sucking until your pearl was flushed and aching.Â
ness bucked his hips up, fucking the air. mumbling âlove youâs and endless praises into your pussy. he was so pussy-drunk he couldnât even stop himself from cumming untouched. ropes of his cum splattering over his own stomach.Â
âł DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
he was destined to lose!!
record: 3 days, atleast he lasted half a week?
âa-ah! mommyâyâre so tight and mmâso good!â ness babbled in your ear as he fucked into you mindlessly, he pressed his forehead against yours, hands cupping your face. âlove youâlove you so fuckinâ muchâand love this tight lilâ pussy..â ness whispered against your lips before capturing them in a wet, messy kiss.Â
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.
"moreeeâmmmph!" you moan from behind the schoolâs nerdsâ hand, which was currently being held against your mouth as he harshly pounded into you from behind, your legs shaking as you tried to keep yourself upright. if it wasnât for the fact that you two were inside a library right now, he wouldâve loved to hear you better.
now, heâs not even sure how he got here in the first place; all he can remember is it had started sometime in the middle of all the awkward flirting between the bookshelves and your touchy advances these past few weeks.
heâs a complete geek, and you had menâeven womenâat your feet, he couldnât understand itâa lanky, socially inept loser having sex with the hottest girl on campus? unheard of!
but heâs given up on the fantasy that this was a dream after you dug your nails into his thigh for the third time, begging him to go faster. âfuck, pretty...yâfeel sooo good,â he groans from behind you, his balls slapping incessantly against your puffy pussy, dragging out grunts from him every time your walls clamp around him. âl-look at me.â
before you could even register his words, heâs taking his hand from your mouth and turning your head back to look at him. his other hand was digging painfully into your ass, spreading red marks across your skin every time it bounced. he could feel the beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face and his glasses, which were now uncomfortably foggy and slipping down his nose bridge.
you didnât know whether it was how stuffy the library was or if you had really lost all the air in your lungs the moment your head was forced back to look at him. shirt unbuttoned, his beautiful eyes now exposed, and there were red marks adorning his neck from earlier.
he looked so fuckinâ hot.
the bookcase you were holding onto was shaking riotously, books scattering onto the carpet as your jaw hung slack, glossy lips parted as you mewled without restraint. âssooo deep, yâre in my tummyyyy!â
his balls clench painfully at your moans, hot and aching for release with every push against your wet, fluttering walls that kept sucking him in. he slams into you harderâif that was even possibleâsnaking his arm to wrap under your stomach, feeling his tip prodding at your abdomen. âyeah, f-feels good? im gonnaâhaahâcum...â
you could barely respond anymore with how hard heâs thrusting, each stroke jerking the glasses down the slope of his nose more and more. you nod dumbly at his words, crying out, âuhuh-uhuhhh, fuckinâ me sâgoodâ!â
heâs moaning pathetically now; heâs never had a girl like this, and he can hardly feel his dick inside you now with how wet you are. despite the fog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him, desperate and hazy; it only makes him more keen to make you cum. Â
and he does. just a few thrusts later, youâre cumming stupidly on his dick, wailing into his hand as he holds your face, your knuckles turned white from your grip on the bookshelf. ânnhh, needâyâto cum inside!â
he almost canât believe what heâs hearing, but he decides not to question it, knowing this might be the only opportunity heâll get with you. âshitâg..gonna fill this pussy up,â he pants, barely missing the way his voice cracks at the end as his balls tighten and he rolls his hips with one final stroke, shooting spurts of hot cum into your womb.
it was silent for a few moments, only the sounds of breathing to be heard in the emptiness of the library before you're being pushed forward, then slowly pulled back onto his cock. â...one more time?â
à«źê°Ë¶âąàŒ âąË¶ê±á⥠Husband Toji! taking care of your pregnant self while you sleep!
You woke up briefly when a warm hand brushed against your shoulder.
âbabyâŠâ
His voice was rough with sleep.
You barely managed a confused noise before he carefully slid an arm beneath you and guided you onto your side.
You blinked. âWhat are you doing?â
âYou were on your back again.â
âIâm comfortable.â
âI know.â He tucked a pillow behind you so you wouldnât roll over immediately. âBut i read thatâs not how youâre supposed to sleep right now.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âYou read one articleâ
âI read six.â
His hand settled over your hip for a second, making sure you stayed on your side before pulling the blanket back over you.
âGo back to sleep.â
A few minutes later, after heâd drifted off, you rolled onto your back again.
The next thing you knew, he was half-awake mumbling something unintelligible as he gently nudged you back onto your side without opening his eyes.
It had become a habit.
Every time he caught you sleeping on your back, heâd quietly reposition you, fluff your pillows, kiss your forehead, and fall asleep again like a man personally assigned to guard both you and the baby.
when your husband is supposed to be the rational one, you donât expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand.
but thatâs where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. heâs staring at you the whole time, at the curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and heâs rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales it, shuddering so hard that the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesnât sound him at all.
âfuck, babyââ the words rip out of him, pitched high. âsmell so good... oh fuck, i canât stop...â
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, veins raised under the skin, the head slick enough to shine in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of himâschlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. âgod, i'd eat you out for days if i justâmnhm!âif i just had the chance...â
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because heâs too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru canât stop. heâs babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. âwant it so badâfuck, iâd worship you, i'd never stopââ
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is straight up humiliating, a high and euphoric whine.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, painting his stomach, his abs, fist, and the floor. lewd, thick jets that wonât stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching violently.
âahâmnhgâtoo much...â more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when itâs finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, heâs still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still pulses against his stomach, half-hard like it doesnât know how to stop.
and youâre still asleep, lips parted beautifully while he stands there.