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HELLO THE LAST TIME I POSTED A FIC WAS DECEMBER????
I’m locking in my style of writing has changed and I’m writing smut.. I’m evolving….
m-m-may i re-request sub Kaiser… yearning for us while we erm… refuse to suck him off bc he desperately needs to cum..
t-thank you twin… ur so goated 🥹🥹❤️🩹
content warnings (went overboard... just a lil): cum eating. edging. sub kaiser. ooc kaiser, i suppose? possible spelling mistakes. this is very much rushed. do let me know if there is any.
Kaiser yearning for you is something no one would ever believe if you told them, even if you provided them with mass amounts of evidence, they still would be in denial because Kaiser just doesn't seem the type of guy to yearn for someone, but he does.
But, he is right now.
His head buried in your neck, breaths quick and uneven as you jerk him off. Your thumb smearing his pre-cum all over his tip, playing around with it while moving your hand up and down. He's this close to breaking down and crying. You've been edging him for longer than an hour now – trying to push him past his limits just for the fucking fun of it, or maybe not. Really and truly, you're just sick and tired of his cocky attitude and ego; how he thinks he can act all tough shit around you in public – pretending that he doesn't know damn well that behind closed doors, you could have him crawling up to you if you really fucking wanted.
God, it's damn near pathetic what you could make this man do.
"F-Fucking hell, schatz. Please, look I'm s-sorry–" He stops when you lean down a bit, and spit directly onto his tip, warm saliva coating his tip causing him to cry out. "Shitttt– just please? I know I can be... annoying at times, and for– for that I'm sorry, alright? Please, just for two minutes. Suck me off for two minutes an-and I'll cum and get it over done with–" You hum, squeezing his tip between your two fingers – not hard, but hard enough for him to feel a sting. A strangled moan leaves his lips, and the hands rush from clawing at the sheets to claw at your thighs.
"You piss me off, Kaiser." Your tone makes his skin crawl. It's way too calm – chill, but there's a slight dark undertone to it – but fuck, does it only turn him on more. "You wanted to role-play dictator today, and I let have you fun, then you got a little too confident, and it lead you here," your hand moves down, slowly tracing one of his veins on the way down, "and somehow, even after all that, you still try to be domineering."
"No no no– that's not what I'm getting at, schatz." He groans in frustration – not at you, but mostly from himself, if he wasn't being so fucking annoying, he would've been able to cum ages ago. Hell, if he were lucky, he would've gotten a treat at the end of it.
"Please– I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay? Just please– please– two minutes?"
Your hand stops, and without word, you're pushing him back onto the bed, just so his back lies flat against the sheets. He stares at you – needy – desperate – with those pathetic puppy eyes that nearly had you breaking your facade. "Don't stop begging then."
And, oh boy, he begs alright – voice cracks and everything – pouring his heart and soul out just for a single lick against his dick – a suck on his tip if you're feeling generous, and thank fuck, you did feel kind today.
It's honestly like God picked him to his favourite just this once because you pull his thighs apart, move your head between his legs, grab his cock, and take the whole thing in your mouth – albeit with a bit of struggle – but your warm mouth surrounding him cock makes up for it, and when your tongue darts along his sensitive tip once – sensitive from all the edging he's been enduring – he's done for – hot, white spurts shoot into mouth as pitiful grunts and whines leave your boyfriends lips.
You let your mouth linger for a bit, right before pulling your mouth off him. You glare at him and he's just staring at you – dazed, pleased even. A cocky smirk making his way right back onto his face. "Knew I could eventually break you innn– mphm?!" He's immediately cut off by you kissing him though, basically shoving your tongue into his throat and pushing all of his cum from your mouth right back into his – straight back to source it came from.
Sure, he's nothing more than surprised – but, he doesn't pull back. He leans further in, the taste of his own cum mixed with your saliva has his cock stirring right back to hard. You pull back, just a bit, and then you force his mouth open with your thumb and spit the last few drops of cum back into his mouth. "You don't fucking learn, do you?"
"Afraid not, schatz. Teach me some manners."
author's note: defo zoned out and fucked up that ask halfway but shhh.... i'm busy. i have a baby sister now. my priorities are all over the place.
when tf did i even write this??!?!?! 😭😭
Idk if I wanna archive this account bc I have writers block and depression literally hitting me like a truck right now.. within the next few days im either gonna post a mass amount of fanfic or archive this account until further notice.
rin with a mommy kink !
“m-mommy! please..” rin buried his face into your shoulder, biting down on the flesh there to keep silent as your hand wrapped tight around his aching length.
“you sound so cute..” you cooed, pressing your thumb against rin’s leaking tip to coax more of that sticky pre out. rin gasped sharp and small, hips bucking into your fist.
your other hand stilled on his hips to force him to settle down, “no squirming, baby.” you tutted, rin’s plump, kiss-bitten lips pressed into a sweet pout.
you cupped his chin, pressing your thumb against the seam of his lips and pushing in. rin’s lips immediately wrapped around your digit and sucked on it, tongue swirling around the tip.
“such a good boy.” you mused, stroking rin faster and rin nodded in quick jerky motions. yes he was a good boy, only yours.
you curved your wrist upwards and rin immediately arched, head falling back and mouth opening slack. “there! feel so—g-good!” he babbled, drool flying from his lips.
you only smiled and bent forward, taking rin into your mouth. rin’s jaw fell open in a muted gasp, the feel of your warm mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, taking every inch of him until his tip kissed the back of your throat.
it was too much.
rin gripped your head with both hands and began bucking his hips up, fucking your throat like a fleshlight. “i’m sorry—so sorry mommy—please, oh god!” rin cried out, his dick brushing your oesophagus with each upward thrust of his hips.
you gagged and choked but didn’t pull off. allowing rin to use your mouth to get himself off.
rin was close, tip twitching in your throat once, twice and thrice before he buried himself to the balls in your mouth and came down your throat with a broken cry.
“f-fuck..ah—’m sorry, mommy..don’t be mad..” rin panted breathlessly, his softening cock flopping out of your mouth with a soft squelch. you chuckled, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
you began crawling up his body, rin watched with bated breath. his stomach sank when you straddled his chest, cupping his face with both hands.
you looked so beautiful to him, staring down at him with those sweet eyes. your thumb traced his plump bottom lip, “never mad at you.”
rin released a long breath but then you flopped down beside him and hiked your own skirt up, revealing your slick, puffy cunt to rin’s hungry gaze. “you should return the favour.” you beckoned him over with a crooked finger.
rin immediately kneeled on the bed and crawled over to you, settling between your thighs, hot breath fanning over your flushed pussy.
“yes mommy.”
a/n: this is a kind of a 'fuck u' post i made bc im petty and someone told me im a creep for "writing smut about minors" even though i clearly age everyone up before writing for them...and im not the only one writing smut about rin and definitely not the only one enjoying it.. (most of my popular posts r about rin GO FIGURE LMAOOOO) also im gonna write more bc someone also told me its good i "dont have the motivation to write anymore" and like i said im petty asfk idgaf i do wat i want anyway sorry for ranting ❤️❤️ enjoy all
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Catboy!Kaiser as your spoiled pet!
Catboy!Kaiser who you found in some random pet store one day, and you only got him because he was cute. Little did you know what a mistake that would be.
Catboy!Kaiser who you swear is the most needy catboy on the planet. He feels like being annoying? He’s interrupting your study time for pets and cuddles. He’s bored? Suddenly your hoodie string has become his new toy. He’s hungry? He’s tapping your shoulder and saying your name repeatedly until you give in.
Catboy!Kaiser who makes it seem like touching water is the end of the world, but also likes staying clean. He’s pouting and pawing at your hand as you wash his hair, but reluctantly calms down when you scratch behind his ears.
Catboy!Kaiser who makes you blow dry his hair until every strand is dry while he eats whatever expensive food you bought for him. He makes your job harder by leaning into you.
Catboy!Kaiser who threatens to throw a tantrum every time he doesn’t get his way. You don’t let him annoy you, and suddenly he opens his mouth like he’ll start screaming. You have to give in just to shut him up every time.
Catboy!Kaiser who doesn’t like admitting it, but loves sleeping with you. He doesn’t care about the bed he made you buy, he only sleeps in yours and only sleeps with you. He likes to curl his tail around your waist and rest his head on your chest, but usually doesn’t so you don’t catch on. You do.
Catboy!Kaiser who hates doing it but begs for sex anyway. You’ll tell him no while studying and he’ll start pouting, his hands kneading your thigh and he’ll wrap his tail around your waist.
Catboy!Kaiser who is actually rather submissive in bed. He’ll be all whiny underneath you while you give him the time of his life despite the may times you’ve done this.
Catboy!Kaiser who claims he “needs” good aftercare, but actually just wants you to baby him. He’ll even keep you from studying after, saying something along the lines of it being too late at night and you need your sleep.
Catboy!Kaiser who thinks he’s being subtle with his love for you, but he’s actually really obvious.
A/N: I genuinely love catboy Kaiser sm bc like wdym my favorite character is mixed with one of my favorite animals
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ᓚᘏᗢ – pulling rin on stage !
your first world tour wasn't just a series of concerts, but a global takeover. from the busy streets of seoul to the sold-out arenas of london, your face was plastered on every skyscraper and bus stop. it was exhausting, a blur of five-star hotels and private jets, but the adrenaline of thousands of people screaming your name was a drug you weren't really ready to quit. every night was a masterpiece of glitter, high-fashion and a setlist that was as provocative as it was catchy.
the air in the arena in tokyo was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and pyrotechnic smoke. you stood behind the curtain, heart thrumming in sync with the heavy bass intro of your most daring track. this was the moment in the show everyone talked about. the interaction. the lights flashed a blinding, rhythmic white as you strutted down the catwalk. you looked out in the vip pit, your eyes scanning the sea of faces for your victim of the night.
usually, you picked a fan who was already half-sobbing with joy. but tonight, someone caught your eye for the exact opposite reason. in the middle of the front row stood a guy who looked like he was attending a grim funeral. he was tall, dressed in a black shirt, with dark hair falling over teal eyes. while everyone around him was jumping and screaming, he stood perfectly still, arms crossed, looking at you with boredom.
rin itoshi.
you recognized the strongest striker worldwide.
"tokyo..." you said into the mic, stopping right in front of him. "i see a lot of people having fun. but i see one person who looks like he can't wait to leave the arena."
you pointed a finger directly at rin. "you. the one in the black shirt."
the spotlight swung and landed directly on the tall figure. the giant screens flanking the stage zoomed in, capturing every sharp angle of his face. even under the harsh light, his expression remained stony.
"well..:" you leaned down, resting a hand on your hip as you looked at the crowd, your voice dropping into a whisper. "do you recognize this man?"
everyone screamed as soon as they realized who was standing in their mist.
"rin itoshi, everybody!" you announced, your voice echoing through the rafters. "the strongest striker in the world, and apparently, my toughest critic."
rin didn't move. he didn't wave or even blink. but on the massive screens, you could see the faint pulse in his neck. you glanced to the right, spotting a group of familiar faces.
"i see the rest of the team there," you teased. "tell me the truth, starboy. did they drag you here? did you lose a bet at training today? or are you just a secret fan who's too shy to admit it?"
rin's jaw tightened. "i was forced," he rasped, his voice low.
"forced? that's a strong word for someone who got a front-row seat," you laughed, standing up. "well, if you're already here, you might as well contribute to the performance. security, could you please japan's treasure up here? i think he needs a lesson in a different kind of footwork."
the crowd roared as rin was guided over the barricade. he stepped onto the stage looking like he was ready to tackle someone, but as he stood under the center spotlight, the height difference was striking. he was a lethal, lean machine and you were a vision of shimmering crystals and silk. you started your specimen inspection, walking a slow circle around him.
"you're even more intense up close," you mused. you reached out, your fingers ghosting over his shoulder, adjusting the collar of his shirt. you smoothed back a stray lock of his dark hair, your hand lingering just a second too long near his ear.
his ears began to turn a vivid, hot pink. "what's the matter, starboy? your heart is beating so loud i can heart it over the bass," you whispered, pressing your palm flat against his chest for a fleeting second.
the transition for the bridge hit and you signaled for the stool to be brought out. rin sat down, his posture so rigid he looked like he was made of stone. you didn't give him a second to think. you stepped between his knees and slid onto his lap, sitting sideways across his thighs. the arena went absolutely insane.
rin's hands stayed frozen at his sides, his entire body turning into a pillar of heat beneath you. you leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you sang the most suggestive line of the song.
"don't look away, starboy," you teased, pulling back to lock eyes with him.
up close, he was completely short-circuited. his eyes were wide, blown out with shock, and the flush had spread from his ears to his entire face. for a split second, the boy who only cared about goals was gone, replaced by a guy who didn't know how to handle a girl sitting on his lap. you hit the final high note, maintaining eye contact until the last beat faded. you stood up, blowing him a kiss as the crowd erupted.
"give it up for rin! i hope he just realized some games are more fun than soccer."
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Ouh my god I had my wisdom teeth removed and as a picky eater I’ve never been so damn hungry.
"Under My Skin" - Michael Kaiser x F! Reader
MDNI: NSFW, smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, cockdrunk reader (all of us tbh), breeding (it's my kink and kaiser activates it FUHHH im only thinkin w my vagina im crine) art by: xxartl
You were laying on your stomach as your bastard boyfriend abused your overstimulated cunt. You didn't complain you never do. You take it. Because at the end of the day, what hurts you gives him pleasure. And fuck, it felt good.
Even if his mushroom tip was bruising your walls with every brutal thrust. Even if his cock was slick and messy with your cum from round after round, leaking all over the bed in a way that was sticky, filthy, the kind of nasty that would make you gag if you saw it in porn but with Kaiser, it's different.
He's beautiful. Clean. That type of clean where if he accidentally pissed in a pool, you'd stick your face in it and thank him. You need him. You don't just need him inside you.. you need him under your skin, fused into your bones, living in your bloodstream.
His fingers laced with yours, pinning your hands against the mattress as he hissed filthy praise in your ear. Your sensitive, needy cunt getting fed with every smooth, devastating thrust that made those sloppy wet noises the kind that made you go numb with pleasure, made your nipples harden to the point of aching, made you want to scream yes, yes, yes over and over until your voice gave out.
The way his cock thrust into you gave you this overwhelming urge to pee except you couldn't. You weren't even sure if you wanted to. But even if you did, you knew it would feel even better to just let go. That painfully good, overwhelmingly intense pressure building and building with nowhere to go, making everything feel sharper, more desperate, more raw.
You're so cockdrunk it's insane. You always thought you were controlled, composed but his cock changed your mind. Rewired your brain. You can't get enough. He fits so perfectly in your cunt, like he was made for you. No air between you, just him buried so deep it feels like a blade in your gut.. nothing leaking out unless the weapon is removed.
That overwhelming, dizzying, too much but not enough feeling that makes your toes curl and your mind go blank. Pure, mindless bliss.
I’m not even joking I’ve been sleeping so much I’ve dreamt of posting on this account so I thought I posted like 3 fics already
valentines day with bunny smut?! :3
ᰔ₊ ⊹ it was evident to everyone how much your boyfriend bunny liked you—even before he was officially your boyfriend and was still “courting you”. he was more than happy to show you off; he’d repost your pictures, comment stupid little heart emojis in your comments, and play it off as a supportive friend.
but now that you were officially dating, he’s been even more like “that”. shit, his teammates on barcha knew more about you than him. why? he literally never shuts up about you even during your friendship and even more so the moment you said yes to being his girlfriend.
he’d even only follow you, his football club, his sponsors, and the national spanish team on instagram. he has a whole highlight dedicated to you and slyly mention you in interviews; point is, he’s crazy about you.
but this year’s your first valentine’s day together as an official couple… whose dating and are in love… and whatever you were thinking he was going to do—he exceeded that. by a mile.
your damn wishlist was all bought and in front of you after a dinner at your favorite restaurant. your shared bedroom was all covered in roses and you could smell its rich, fresh scent protrude the other fresh scent of the scented candles he lit up.
fuck, he really was romantic. and how else would you thank him than fucking. well, that was a rather brash way of putting it but you’ve been wanting to have sex with him—for a while actually; and this could be your “excuse” to really enact on that.
foreplay was absolutely minimal, yet it felt so intimate and soft. your boyfriend kept eye contact with every touch and thrust of his fingers inside you, even keeping eye contact when he placed said fingers in his mouth and licked them as if he was licking a lolly.
bunny peeled off your clothes slowly—sensually, calling you things like “beautiful”, “gorgeous”, or “the prettiest woman i’ve ever laid my eyes on”, to name a few.
and before you knew it, he was above you in a sort of prone-bone missionary position, both of you bare.
“eres la mujer más linda del mundo entero… i’m so damn lucky to call you my lover,” [you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world] he whispered, his lips kissing your forehead down to your chest. he slowly massaged the skin of your plush hips slow and sensually before he stopped for a moment. you looked at him, waiting and antsy for him.
“let me know if you’re ready to stop, okay?” he looked at you like he was afraid you’d break. you nodded and looked down to see him aligning his cock to your entrance. you’ve had sex before, sure, but not with him. and you felt a tad bit anxious—especially given his sheer size. his weight already being on you made the sensation even more intense tenfold.
but ohhh he entered you so hastily and so rough (yet his touches were so gentle on your hips as his hands dragged around your body.
bunny dragged his large cock into you and out so smoothly, making you feel so damn full. it was as if every time he entered you, you could feel his tip kiss at your cervix from his mere size. “fuck, beautiful—so damn tight…” he hissed, eyes shut together and breathing hitched.
“you’re s’big, baby; s-slow down oh fuck—!” he grabbed your chin and kissed you softly, tasting sweetness on his lips.
bunny continued at his slow pace, despite the fact he’d slam you on his cock relentlessly. every slippery thrust, kiss, even gasp slipping from his lips, did things to you.
“mmm—nghhahhh… bun, iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou—!” your legs clung to his waist as he continued. “gonna marry you and have your kids—! nghhh- be with you forever…”
your heart skipped a beat—you never told anyone that, and it was clear he never did either—nor probably heard it in such a fashion. your voice was hushed yet melodic with a gasp leaving your mouth after you said that. it wasn’t a lie though; sure it was in the heat of the moment but you genuinely loved him…
and judging by his flustered reaction, he did too.
his pale face went flushed and his breathing stopped for a moment. bunny’s fingers were interlaced within yours, and he squeezed your hand gently.
his thrusts became slower (despite his already torturously slow pace) and his gaze softened on you. almost like he’s been waiting for you to say that.
“i love you too, mi alma… more than you know.”
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bunny iglesias x reader enjoyers: oh no this bitch again
lowkey did want to write a valentine’s day fic lol ty nonnie for my excuse to, despite this being short as hell (i’ve been busy today with work…) not edited bc #nobetareaderwedie and uhhhh yeah sorry if it’s buns i wanted to post this before the day was over so i wouldn’t stress out abt this bc .. yea so good night and happy valentine’s day !!
Candy - Ryusei Shidou
18+ MDNI!
sypnosis: something about you catches the attention of the explosive soccer player that neither can he out his finger on (well, he does physically).
words: 2.6k
fem!reader, p in v, foreplay, some mention of alcohol.
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The night was young as ever. You and your friends have been planning this trip since forever. It first started off as those dumbass groupchats that teenage boys make like “JAPAN 2026”, but soon it started to get serious when everyone got their shit together. The country you decided to go to was Puerto Rico. The vivid colors, surreal landscapes, historical landmarks…yeah that was nice. But being in your early twenties is once in a lifetime. The parties, clubs, and playing sports by the beach was probably 90% of the reason you and your friends chose such a diverse country.
By day, it was to visit the breath-taking sceneries, trying out restaurants with the country’s known dishes, and exploring the cities within with vibrant colors flushed on the exteriors of homes. By night? That’s when you felt your life was on fire, burning you with an exciting aftertaste. The outfits you and your friends would wear to the clubs or/and parties would be more than enough to send a nun into cardiac arrest. Skirts the size of a belt, shorts that were merely there for decoration at that point, bikini tops or just super cropped blouses. The accessories would mainly carry the outfits–bangles, arm cuffs, obnoxious belts and necklaces. Anything that would catch the attention of someone with the eyes of a crow.
Luckily, a soccer player had those eyes. It was the second night of your vacation, hit up a bigger club in the higher and more populated end of San Juan. The kind of club that didn’t open until past midnight, because the country knew that’s when the lively people came around to awaken their tendencies. It had multiple floors, lights plastered in what looked like every corner of the vicinity. Upon walking in, your ears were blasted by the local Reggaeton music, as if it wasn’t already loud enough from outside while you were in line with your friends (which you all got in easily because of your looks–duh!). People dancing on the dance floor in erratic movements, women grinding against men, or women with women, or men with men…you name it. People on the side drinking, in their own huddles laughing, sitting down on booths. The upper floors were balconies with more space to mingle.
You dragged your friends to the dance floor, already wanting to put on an intense mood to start the night.
“What about the pre-game?! We have to drink first!” one of your friends yelled out to you, giggling.
“We can do that in a bit! I love this song!” you hollered back over the deafening voluming of the music.
You danced without a care in the world–literally. Swaying your hips near your friends, holding their arms or hands. Messing with your hair, eyes closed, letting the heavy ambience of the club take you in. From afar, eyes were glued to your figure. Just you, they chose you between your friend group. Was it because your energy was the one that outshined the rest? Probably. Your form of dancing was basically in perfect form? Most likely. The way your curves left little to the imagination with how revealing and eye-catching your outfit was? Definitely.
“Yo, Ryu, you’ve been staring at that chick for a while now, eh?” one of Shidou’s teammates nudged at him, causing the rest of the team to chuckle.
Shidou’s already wicked grin widened with amusement–an uncontrollable excitement. Now that his teammates brought it up with a tone that was challenging? There was no stopping now. Not like he wasn’t going to do it eventually.
“She’s hot as hell. Damn…I think she’s the hottest girl I’ve seen from all the clubs we’ve gone to so far after our games,” he said, lifting off from the seat of the VIP booth he was seated in. “I think it’s time I have my phone…watch me.”
You were just about to step off the dance floor to grab a drink, and join in your friends by the bar. As soon as you made a movement to get off the dance area, your wrist was caught–firmly, but gentle. Confused as to whoever it could be, because it clearly wasn’t one of your friends, you whipped your head around.
“Hey babe, you think it would be totally cool if I stole you for a couple of minutes to dance with you? I’d be honored if you accepted my offer.” Shidou’s voice was smooth, accompanied with his signature smirk. Another tactic he made was slowly pulling you closer to him, making it look like he just wanted you to hear him better. In reality, a way to have you near. “I’m Shidou, or you can call me Ryu. See? We’re not total strangers now. I don’t wanna scare ya’ off.”
You restrained yourself from having any wild reaction, because whoever this was, was exactly your type, in the sense that he was probably on par with your level. His biceps clung to the black compression shirt he was wearing, abs visible. The baggy jeans wore low on his hips, his sharp v-line on display. As if that wasn’t enough to his look, his eyes were a bright pink that reminded you of a cat with his pupils and eyeliner. Hair up with pink at the tips matching his eyes. You nodded to his question without thinking of his question properly. His mouth wavered to a full-blown grin.
He took you to the center of the dance floor, placing one his hands on the small of your back , and the other gripping the bare of your skin by your waist. You can’t recall how many songs went by to build so much sexual tension. It started off tame, to say the least. Some songs were at fault, going from slow rap with lustful lyrics, to fast tempo beats with similar wording. Shidou would grind his growing bulge against your ass as you moved your hips at a punishing pace, his hands switching to holding your hips in place. Almost like he was trying to hide how erect he was. Reaching out for more friction. When you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, you swore you could notice that his confident expression changed to clearly showing how much his composure was fading. His grin was never not present though.
“What are you trying to get into, huh? Tell me, and I’ll do it. Don’t torture me for much longer, you’re being too mean,” Shidou said, leaning into your ear, hit teeth grazing by the outershell of your ear. Sending electrifying shocks right down your spine.
All you could let out was a giggle, moving yourself closer to him as you two continued to dance–forgetting you were in the middle of the dancefloor. Not that anyone was paying any attention. Giving Shidou a better advantage to do or say what he wanted with no worry. Not that he’d care anyway.
“I’m being mean? Looks like you enjoy being in this kind of pain though. It’s refreshing to see.” You said, now teasingly trying to pull away, but to not avail.
“Ah, you got me. To be honest? Everything you’re doing is turning me the hell on. Even being able to feel your heartbeat is making me horny.” Shidou said, his hands trailing down to your ass, having semi-control your movements.
“Tempting. I think I’ll keep you at bay for a little longer,” you said, pulling away enough to see his reaction.
His eyes glimmered with nothing but lust behind them. “Oh, I’m not patient at all. I’ll have you weak enough for you to beg me to take you to the restroom, and ful-fill all the fantasies no man could ever give you.”
Those were the words, and now you were in the dimly lit bathroom stall of one with Ryu, caging you in with his arms against the door as soon as it was shut behind you both. The bathroom of this club has definitely been used plenty of times, and not for the use it was meant to be. His plump-hot lips clashed with your, smearing your lip combo immediately. His contact was sloppy, hungry, and knowing. Hands roaming every surface of your bare skin; your neck, arms, waist, down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up. Your legs naturally hooked on to his waist, feeling his hardness even closer. He groaned into your mouth, delving his tongue further into your mouth.
Music was now muffled from how enclosed the restroom is, or maybe by how in the moment you two were in. His mouth moved down, trailing to your jaw, nipping your neck. Leaving a trail of hotness with open mouthed kisses that had no other purpose but to feel you. Your arms were slung around his neck, one of his hands holding your waist with ease. The other fiddling with your tight and cropped blouse, the only thing left to reveal were your tits. He tugged at it, a silent way of asking for permission to take it off. You responded back by tilting your head back for him to have more access to your neck, and complete consent for him to use you.
Shidou wasted no time, practically ripping off your top. You had no bra under—obviously because you didn’t want any straps to be shown since either would ruin the look. Your tits were free, and in full showcase for Shidou. He paused to admire them, grabbing one of them in his hand. Now groping one of your tits, bringing his mouth down to your collarbone. With your legs still wrapped around him, he plopped you on the small sink. He didn’t lie, he had no patience. He let go, but you kept in contact with him. Going back forcing your tongue into his, his might swallowing your soft moans. Meanwhile he quickly undid his pants, pulling them down to reveal his boxers and fully erect cock. It was ready to plunge into you, and you knew it. You pulled back to see for yourself, and shit, he looked big. It almost intimidated you, and Shidou noticed.
“Backing out?” He said, leaning into your space again.
Your pussy throbbed, wanting to feel him inside already. Swallowing hard, you started to pull off your miniskirt. Shidou chuckled, helping you to swiftly take off your panties next.
“You’re so fucking soaked already…shit..” his voice lowering down an octave with a hint of excitement.
He pressed his thumb on your clit, rubbing on it as a tease. You let out a small whimper, instinctively pressing your thighs together.
“Come on, don’t be shy, baby, I’m just appreciating you.” Shidou said, meeting your eyes.
Heat rose from all over your body. God, you need him now. You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off. He obliged, no questions asked. You pulled him to your naked body, he shoved your legs open. He then started to pull at the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to the floor. His dick flew out, slapping his stomach. He really was huge, you thought. That thought alone made you anticipate this even more. He looked down on you, his expression changing. Gears were moving in his head, his grin coming back enthusiastically than ever.
“I have a better idea of how I want to fuck you, and I want you to see it.”
Next thing you knew, he took you off the counter of the sink, spinning you around for you to face the dirty mirror in front. His length was between your ass, his fat tip kissing the entrance of your pussy.
Without a warning, he rammed straight in. You reflexively bent over, your hands gripping to the edges of the sink.
“Fuck…your pussy feels so right around my dick. Such a shame I have to destroy it in a matter of minutes. You don’t mind that though, right?” He said, pulling out and thrusting in full force, letting a yell escape from your lips.
His pace at first was slow, hard, and all of sudden. He reversed the roles from the dance floor—he was the one torturing your aching body.
“Ryu…go faster, please…” you begged, panting.
“As you wish..” he said, sharing a smirk from the reflection of the mirror, locking eyes with you as he fastened his pace.
You’d don’t expect it, but you should’ve. He placed his hand on your hip, the other below your stomach to feel himself deep in your womb. Your legs felt like water, quivering from his thickness and thrusts. Shidou made dirty comments as he went on, in a mocking way since he knew you were unable to even speak a word.
“This is what you wanted right? Want more?”
“Swallow my dick with your pussy…just like that. You’re doing great, baby!”
“Look at yourself. Fucked out how you deserve with be.”
He said that as he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you into a nasty arch. You could se tried now clearly: lipstick smeared, eyeliner running down, your whole body shaking. You were so fucking cockdrunk, and you liked the feeling of being full. Full of Shidou.
Wet sounds bounced off the walls of the restroom, you wondered if anyone could hear. Your moans, Shidou’s grunts, and dirty talk. Some part of you wish anyone could hear, so they know how lucky you are.
“So fucking pretty…I could fuck this pussy all night…” Shidou said, sweat clinging on his abs and forehead. Breath uneven, but still keeping pace. If not going faster than before, which now forced screams out of you.
Mostly because you felt an orgasm coming, his tip grazing your cervix.
“I’m—I’m close, Ryu—!”
“I’ll get you there, don’t worry,” Shidou said, pulling you in closer, changing his angle a bit to be able to hit your spot even better.
When he did, you swear you could see the stars. Skin slapping, the intense smell of sex, your walls immediately clamping down harder on his cock.
His hand found your clit, two digits sliding down on it. Not hard, but with precise movement to get you off correctly.
The lace of thrifts became harsher, tears welled up in your waterline with how undone you were becoming. You felt it, with another thrust, you let out scream.
“Cum all over my dick, I wanna know how good I’m making you feel. Shit—I’ll fuck you through it!” And he did, the sides of vision turning white, mouth gaping open in pleasure.
Shidou’s thrust stuttered a bit, he was coming undone too. He gripped on to your hips, groaning. He slammed down from behind, that’s when you knew he had came too.
He smiled, without pulling out, he grabbed your jaw, turning it to him to give you a sloppy kiss. Both letting out moans into each other’s mouths.
Shidou pulled out, cum leaking out, and his length still fully hard. He pulled your body against him, you back against his chest. He reached down to your folds, and swiped to get some of your release. He carefully slipped his fingers in his mouth, making you watch him do it in front of the mirror.
“We taste nice together. Try it.”
Before you could say anything back, he placed his fingers at your lips. Not forcing them in, but you took them in willingly. Tasting the juices of both of you, of what you did together.
“I like you. You remind me a lot of candy—and your taste just confirmed that for me,” Shidou continued, placing kisses on the side of your neck. “Want to continue this elsewhere?”
a/n: first time writing smut, so sorry if it’s lwk ass. I’ve listening to reggaeton more often AGAIN especially after the bad bunny performance. So that kind of inspired this, the song Candy by Plan B specifically so yeah ^_^ I’ll def try to improve.
ꨄ︎ OVERSTIMULATION! content warnings: brief nipple play (chigiri), handjob (bachira), riding (vast majority). gender neutral reader!
ISAGI YOICHI!
He tried – really fucking tried, but after the third time of cumming, he was fucked. Pants, whines, and moans all leave his lips at once, and your hips aren't stopping.
He shudders and sobs, jittery hands trying to stop your hips from going any further, but all the words leaving his lips say otherwise.
It's as if his body is telling him one thing, that he physically can't take any more before he explodes, but his brain is telling him another, saying that he needs it – craves it. He can't choose a side. He's stuck on the bridge between heaven and hell – purgatory, maybe? Doesn't matter. He can't even think straight enough to decide whether this is torture or not.
"Shit–... baby! Can't– fuck... I can't– more–... I don't even know what I'm saying anymore!"
MEGURU BACHIRA!
After the fifth climax, he's a mess. He pretended that after the third orgasm, it didn't burn – that it still felt good, which it did, but he couldn't ignore the pain that accompanied the orgasms following the first one.
He's crying – full on sobbing, but he's also laughing – somewhat? You think it's a laugh. You can't determine if it is or not. It's choked and raw like he's confused about how to feel.
His hips buck upwards, right into your cum-soaked hand. He's trying to chase another orgasm, regardless of how painful it is. He wants it – needs it. He doesn't care how stupid he looks right now, trying his best to fuck your fist to get what he wants.
"Baby– hahah– shit! Please— need it. It hurts so good– please! Let me cum!"
HYOMA CHIGIRI!
Embarrassingly so for him, he's ruined after the second orgasm.
He's always so confident he can take it, but when he's face-to-face with the overstimulation itself, it screws him over within seconds. Tears streaming down his face, hair scattered all over the pillow, hands braced up on your waist.
He seems a mess, and yeah, he's quick and all, but the pace you're pushing him at? Harsh – almost cruel. What's even harsher is when your hand moved up his waist to flick his nipple. Are you really trying to tear him apart?
"Shitshitshit! You're 'n asshole! Can't even think straight– fuck– cumming!"
REO MIKAGE!
Surprisingly, held himself till the fourth orgasm.
The first and second orgasm? Pure bliss. Third or fourth? Amazing, but far too overwhelming.
After the fourth one, the subtle buzzing of the vibrator you're pressing down onto his cock causes his head to spin, in a good and a bad way. Cum and pre-cum soaked the sheets below, some of it splattered his pelvis and thighs. He's a mess, hiccuping uncontrollably and flat-out sobbing.
His hand rushes to clutch at your wrist, trying to pull your hand away, or closer? He doesn't know either, and you take it upon yourself to make the decision for him, turning up the intensity of the vibrator. He practically screams when you do.
"Baby– I can't! Wait– nononono! Don't turn it– oh! Oh, fuuuuck–"
NAGI SEISHIRO!
Two orgasms and, poor thing, he's already met his limit. He was finished from the start when he agreed to let you ride him while he played around with his phone.
Now, his phone is long forgotten on the bed, his arm drapped across his face, little whimpers and broken moans leave his lips as you bounce up and down his cock.
He doesn't even know what to do with himself anymore. He's just lying there and taking it. He doesn't fight back – nothing. Just biting his lip hard enough to break skin and using his other hand to grip the sheets, grabbing a good chunk of it to twist and pull at while you ride him with increasing speed.
You're completely ruining him, making him go from nonchalant to chalant real fast. He literally cannot stop begging.
"Nghhh– slow down! Going too fast– can't keep up. Fuck– cumming again!"
RIN ITOSHI!
He was so sure he could take it. He promised you he could. He even placed money on the line for it.
Yeah, he's losing that money, though, because after the third orgasm, he's done for. He couldn't even pretend that the pleasure isn't insufferable and that's not tearing him apart, inside and out.
He's chewed the skin on his bottom lip so much that it's torn and left it bruised and bleeding. His eyes are glassy, hands flexing – nails digging into his palm, teeth digging into his tongue to try his hardest to suppress his ruined, little mewls, but there isn't even a point in trying because the muffled noises only make him sound more pathetic.
The more you move your hips, the more he's turning limp. He's seconds away from passing out at this point. Shit, even picturing the amount of orgasms to come has him feeling more lightheaded.
"So fucking evil– like a damn demon– can't stop for shit, huh? Slow down or you're gonna make me– haaah!"
𓊈𝕾𝖆𝖊𓊉 : you can’t take a compliment. sae fucks them into you.
you always tried to brush sae’s compliments off. every time he leaned against the counter and told you that you were pretty, or slid a casual ‘cute’ into the conversation, you ducked your head like the words burned.
each compliments turned your cheeks hot. your fingers fidgeting nervously, and your voice went small.
it drove sae insane.
heh… what about sub puppyboy kaiser >.<
(and stay peak twin ✌️✌️)
okay drooling.. and also thank you 🥹 I’ll try to stay peak lmao
‘ Your bratty-sub, puppy!boy roommate who’s sexually frustrated ♡ ’
Kaiser, is your college roommate chosen by random. You figured it couldn’t be too hard to live with the rare population of a hybrid, you’re oh-so-very wrong.
You’re glad he’s an omega, you simply could not deal with an alpha. He sure has a fucking attitude for an omega though. He buys his suppressant pills like usual, so there’s not the problem of him getting all horny and needy.
The bitch bosses you around enough to were you complain to your friends about it. It’s always, “quiet your music, I’m trying to study.” Or him eating your sacred snakes with YOUR name written on them.
It’s a good thing that’s the worst part about him, he leaves you alone for the most part.
So—if he mostly leaves you alone why the fuck did he just walk in without knocking in on you, pumping yourself with a dildo?
Your eyes are squeezed shut as you continue the flicks of your wrist, burying the fake cock In and out of your syrupy pussy.
You don’t notice he’s standing there, wide-eyed and standing in place until you crack open an eye at the change in the aroma. You jump—heart beating too fast.
You squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide your self-pleasure from him. Your damp fingered hand reaches out to cover yourself with a blanket. “What the hell are you doing?” You yell at him, watching how his ears flatten back at the loud noise. “You couldn’t have knocked?” You raise an eyebrow as he try’s to catch his breath.
“N-No it’s not like that—“ he says, there’s a hint of vulnerability before he covers it back up with his usual bratty tone. “I heard your.. moaning-“ he averts his gaze at the word coming from him. “-and I wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt, or dying knowing how stupid you are.” He huffs out, rolling his eyes.
You’re in disbelief at his audacity. Before you yell at him you notice just how pink his cheeks became. “Really, is that why? Or are you just some pervert?” He looks back at you at your accusative words.
“What!?—I-I’m not!-“ you spare him his own words, throwing a pillow at him. “Yeah, please.” You scoff sarcastically.
He averts his gaze again before you make a satisfied hun at his submission. That makes his ears twitch and he shoots a glare right back at you. “ ‘s not my fault..you were being too loud.”
Kaiser looks at you with such needy eyes. His silent pleas are too much for you to deny. You send him a teasing smirk which causes his tail to flicker in delight behind him against his will.
“Yer looking at me like a puppy in heat, kaiser” his breath hitches at your tone. Before he has time to let out a snarky comment you interrupt him sweetly by pulling out the silicone cock out of you. You let out a dramatic tone as you do so, knowing what you’re doing to the poor pup.
You stand up while slowly pushing the blanket off of you. He has no idea how you’re turning him on this much with just some teasing. He bites down on his lip, tail swaying in anticipation for you to drop the blanket and to reveal yourself.
You let it fall, not paying attention to yourself and rather continuing to look at him. You walk towards him slowly, making his gaze dart back to you. He nervously swallows his spit.
“Something tells me your enjoying this.” You laugh while inches from his face. You press you chest against him while remaining eye contact with him.
“Is this your attempt to seduce me?” He says, no real bark to his words. “It’s working.” You reply calmly. One of your fingers meet his chest, sliding down the rest of his torso slowly. You take your other hand to meet the other to remove the stupid baggy t-shirt he’s got on.
You’re pleased with the build he’s got, too bad he wastes it on being a bitch-mouth. He doesn’t do anything out of order, what a good boy.
“Well, Kaiser? Since you’re obviously not about to dom me get on my bed.”
“Tch.” His teeth clench while making out a hissing sound. “You’re embarrassing.” He says, sitting down on your bed. “And you’re annoying.” You note back.
You get down on your knees as he sits on the floor. You make eye contact with him while tying your hair back. His dick twitches in his pants at the sight.
Your fingers reach to play with his waistband strap. Kaiser watches every move of yours, excited and needy like the puppy he is. With a hum of approval from him you pull his pants and boxers down just enough for his pretty cock to bob out.
Your tongue meets the baby pink of his tip. You give him a few kitten licks, teasing him as punishment for earlier. “Stop that.. j-just suck it already.” He whines impatiently.
You pull back, making kaiser let out a disappointed whimper. You let out a small laugh to yourself at just how needy the usually bratty roommate is being. You spit on your palm before giving a few test strokes to kaiser. “mh..”
You never once look away from the pretty expression on his face. Half-linden eyes staring at your hand and occasionally you, his cheeks being all stroked up in blush. His hips buck up into your palm which makes you stop your hand movements.
“Ah-ah-ah.” You correct, removing your hand. “Don’t move, this is my job puppy.” He wants to fight back against your order but he knows he wants pleasure more over his dignity. He lets out a hum, sinking his palms further into your sheets.
“Good boy,” as you say it his cock twitches right at you. You smile at the newfound information of him actually liking being talked to like a dog. “I think you deserve a treat for listening so well,huh?” His dogears perk up at your words.
The warmth of your mouth surrounds his sensitive flesh. His thighs on-instinct lift up to clench softly around your head. He gasps at the feeling of him in your tight throat. To his surprise, you don’t shove his thighs off of you and back onto the bed, but you rather wrap your remaining hands around them—pulling him closer onto you.
“a-ah, that’s..” his words trail off, having nothing to describe the sensation. “..fuck.” He’s so vocal, it’s no surprise to you though—you already knew that from how he whines when he thinks you’re asleep.
You pick up you pace, wanting to draw more of those sweet mewls out of him. His hand darts out to wrap in your hair, not tugging put just stabilizing himself. “Mhph..” you taste the salty-sweet precum drooling into your mouth, signaling that he’s close. With that knowledge you make a dick-move and move one of your hands up blindly his his nipple. He gasps, he was unaware that was even an option in this situation right now. “You fucking—aahh~—tease!-“
With a bit more sucking and teasing he announces it. “Ugh, fuck!- I’m gonna cum. Is that?- do I need to pull out?-” you silence his genuine curiosity with your hand pushing his back, pulling him closer onto you. Your way of saying you’ll swallow it I guess.
His fluids shoot down, making you gag for a second before processing to swallow. You gulp it all greedily. Once he’s down you pull off, licking your lips. You give a few gentle tugs to his weak cock to get any remaining cum left out.
-
After that he never really yelled at you to quiet your music, or stole your food.
i lowk don’t like this </3
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