// bunny iglesias , godwin kuso , julien loki , michael kaiser , ryusei shidou , sae itoshi , seishiro nagi , shoei barou //
a/n: kuso ooc maybe, in my eyes he can b scary nd sweet + yeah i was half horny half giggling writing ts + porn with SO MUCH PLOT IM SORRY + ignore that the word counts kept increasing + half-assed proofreading 💔💔💔
`*.,𓍯𓂃𓏧𓏧𓏧𓏧 total wc: 12,181
you really should’ve known better than to test your luck. calling bunny a "pinky dick" when you knew damn well he was the exact opposite. you’d only said it to joke around with your friends on FaceTime, completely forgetting he was within earshot. you definitely didn't mean it, but bunny couldn’t care less about excuses. now, he had you pinned flat against the mattress, his heavy muscles completely trapping you before you could even think about crawling away.
“so…wanna say that again corazón? who’s pinky dick?” his voice honey sweet against your ears, his cock that very much was not pinky sized felt like it was punching your stomach, each roll of his hips felt suffocating. you writhe, face squished into the mattress as he’s cuffed your hands over your head in a single, tight grip.
“answer me, [Name].” bunny’s words were punctuated by a heavy thrust. his free hand hooked under your chin, lifting your head to ensure he’d hear every sound. you gasped, chest heaving as cold air rushed in, only for him to grind forward again—silently demanding an answer with the punishing friction.
“bu— bunny~!” a breathless gasp broke from your slack jaw with every relentless grind of his hips. you could feel the heavy, wet weight of him slapping against you, so full and tight it made your stomach flip. trying to hide your nerves behind a shaky smile, you licked the thumb grazing your bottom lip. “c—can't… mmnh~.. can't even feel it,” you lied, your trembling voice giving you away instantly. “alright, conejita,” bunny murmured.
you didn't even get the chance to continue teasing him. one of his large hands pinned you by the nape while the other slammed down on your lower back, trapping you against the bed. in a split second, his slow grinds turned into relentless, jackhammering thrusts that made the bed frame whine.
“since you wanna keep— fuck… being a brat… we’ll keep going ‘til your brain melts, mi amor." your voice broke, a flood of desperate moans filling the room within seconds. you reached back uselessly, nails scratching at his thighs, but his steady pace didn't falter even a second. the friction only seemed to urge him on, burying himself deeper until he was bottoming out perfectly against your sweet spot.
“love, have you seen—?”
“so i called him ‘pinkydick’ and he just laughed it off.” you were stretched out on your belly, completely comfy on the bed with your phone snug between your ear and shoulder. you were rocking your boyfriend’s oversized jersey, casually spinning his glasses between the fingers of your free hand.
“…i really love him, but i don’t know how else to rile him up.” you looked up at the sound of a knock. the door was already wide open, but he wanted to at least let you know he was there. “you’re still on about that?” you ignored him as he entered the room, purposely talking louder now that he was inside.
“[Name]—” “—and s’not like even if he wasn’t a babydick, i doubt he’d know how to actually use it,” you said, your eyes glued right to his. “really? is that how you wanna play?” he snatched the phone from your shoulder, tossing it somewhere onto the mattress, the call still active. “so i’m pinkydick? okay. guess squirting on this ‘pinky’ dick last night wasn’t enough for you, huh?”
kuso crawled over you, his heavy frame boxing you in as he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back. “woah—! baby, wait... the call’s still—” kuso cut you off, plucking his glasses right out of your hands and sliding them onto his face. now, he could see your delicate, disheveled face with perfect and terrifying clarity. his lips crashed into yours—it wasn’t the tentative, soft kiss he usually gave you.
muscled hands snaked between your thighs. unbeknownst to him, you weren’t wearing any panties—of course not. kusos fingers slipped between your slick folds, moving up and down your swollen clit, spreading you gently. you tried to swallow the reaction, but as his thumb grazed the sensitive bud, a soft, trembling gasp finally escaped your lips, melting into a whine.
he swallowed them completely with a kiss as he pulled you up against him by the waist. when he finally pulled back, your tits soft against his hardened pecs, his mouth found the shell of your ear. “let me show you… what this ‘pinky’ dick has to offer.” a soft sound started in your throat, but it hitched sharply, breaking into a needy whine as you feel the thick head of his cock flick against your entrance.
he drags his slit perfectly over your clit. kuso was playfully teasing you, just barely pressing the tip in before pulling out, resting his entire weight right against your mound, his warm balls pressing against your weeping pussy. obviously, there was no way in hell he was a pinkydick. from the sheer length of him brushing against you, plunging that all the way in would definitely feel like a punch in the gut.
“so noisy…” he whispered. he kept bullying your clit with his cockhead—up and down, side to side. you didn’t even know if the twist in your tummy was an orgasm, a dry ride, a squirt, or if you were genuinely about to wet yourself. a piercingly high-pitched moan escaped your gritted teeth, your clit was pulsing with a frantic life of its own. “ffffuck—! oh god… oooooh my god~!”
your hands reached up, delivering helpless, pathetic slaps to his bare chest—an effort that only earned you a fast, stinging slap to your thigh. he didn't care, merely glancing over at the still-ongoing call on your phone. your friends be damned. a small puddle was already forming on the mattress beneath you both. his dick would feel so cozy nestled deep inside you, but he wasn't giving it up yet.
“keeping you like this aaaall night, sweetheart,” he growled, pinning your wrists. “since you’re so persistent about me having a small penis… i’m just going to graze the edge of you. again and again. ’til you’re begging me to put my dick inside you, [Name].”
moans echo through the apartment, your arm already cramping from the frantic, useless pace of the plastic toy. not a single orgasm has been wrung out of you over the past hour.
“uuuggh… fffuck— mmnplease…~” your eyes are tightly shut, head hanging off the edge of the bed while you try to work the toy deeper.
just thirty minutes ago, you and your boyfriend, julien, got into a petty argument. it wasn’t even that big of a deal—to him, at least—until the word “pinkydick” slipped out of your mouth. you honestly thought he wouldn’t take it seriously. this was Julien Loki, after all; he was usually calm, collected, and rarely let words get under his skin.
of course, he took pride in his well-above-average size. hearing that from you, his lover, had clearly struck a nerve. even when you frantically backtracked and told him you didn't mean it, he had just nodded, kissed your forehead even then smoothly told you it was just a ‘heat of the moment’ comment.
if he was so fine with it, then why had he forced you onto your back, making you fuck yourself with a pathetic dildo while he watched? his own cock was straining against the fabric of his pants where he sat in a chair across from the bed, watching you sweat, gasp, and whine—but never cum. “pl—please baby… jules, my—my arm hurts,..~” you weakly paw at him.
“Mon chou, je croyais que t'étais pas intéressée par ma micro-bite?”
his tone is dripping with condescension. you hate how whenever julien speaks his mother tongue, it makes your pussy clench. the pretty, rolling words combined with the fact that you can barely understand him leaves you stranded; you never know whether he’s praising you or degrading you.
you blink up at him, eyes gleaming with a mix of confusion and desperation. your hand slows, the toy starting to slip out. “wh..what’d that mean…?”
he lets out a low chuckle, eyes crinkling as he looks down at your inverted face. standing up from his chair, julien closes the distance. he steps over you, straddling your shoulders so your head is pinned between his thighs, forcing you to look straight up at the huge tent in his joggers.
he takes your hand, gently placing it over the ridge. “is that mini-sized to you, ma chérie?”
you gulp, your fingers instinctively curling to cup his mass. “no, it’s not, jules… i already said sorry…” you pout up at him, fingertips finding his waistband to tug them down. he snaps his hand around your wrist, stopping you instantly.
“so, what am i then?” “you’re not… pinkydick….”
julien flashes you a cheeky, exultant smirk, finally releasing your wrist and letting you pull his sweatpants down. his cock springs free, heavy and thick, lightly smacking against your cheek with a soft thud.
“Désolé, amour~” the heat of him radiates against your skin. you lick your plush lips before parting them with a needy, “ahhh…”. the sight gives him a visible shiver. his cock twitches, and julien licks his own lips before slowly pushing himself past your teeth. he exhales a shaky, ragged breath as he bottoms out completely, crowding your vision until his balls are resting against your nose. his eyes follow the stark bulge he’s making in your throat.
his hand snakes around the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you still, making sure you take every single inch.
“be good and keep me warm… i’ll finish your half-assed work.”
he leans down, his long frame easily reaching between your thighs to grasp the slippery, glossy pink toy that has half-way slid out of you.
without warning, he plunges the plastic back inside. the sudden, dual invasion from both ends makes your pussy wink and gush, cream spilling out in small spurts. loki clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“you were already so close, yet still couldn’t make yourself cum with this pathetic toy. do you need my dick to cum now, Name]? can’t get enough of me can you?”. each time your throat constricts around him, a low, guttural grunt leaves his mouth.
every muffled moan you make sends vibrations straight up his shaft, driving his hips into a heavier rhythm. he picks up the pace on both ends, the plastic tip bumping your g-spot deliciously while his hips rut in tight, punishing circles.
your limbs flail, fingers scratching uselessly against his thighs, but julien remains completely steady over your head. he easily pins one of your legs down with his free hand, keeping you wide open. “Sois sage.”
another orgasm builds violently inside you. he can tell it’s going to be a big one from the way your thighs are quivering against his torso. julien looks down at you, watching his pre-cum bubble out of the corners of your lips as you helplessly choke on him. he lets out a soft, broken whimper, his hips driving in deeper, coaxing strangled gags out of you. “fuuuck…"
“Schatz… what the fuck are we doing here…?”
you and kaiser walk hand-in-hand through the aisles of an adult shop. toys line the shelves, leather collars and leashes adorn the deep red and pink walls, beautiful lingeries on display by the front windows.
“i wanna experiment!” “what for? you already have me, [Name]—.”
you cut kaiser off, fingers untwining from his. “look babe, it’s so cute~!” you inspect a jet-black leather collar and leash bundle. the silver buckles, hearts, and chains are so highly polished you can see your reflection in them. “…bet it’d look cuter on you~”
you eye him playfully. he’s standing a few feet away, hoodie pulled over his head and his hands tucked into his pockets.
“Ja, 'cos obviously i’m the one wearing that,” he mutters sarcastically under his breath. he draws closer, the space between you vanishing. “if anyone’s wearing it, it’s you, Süße,” kaiser whispers against your ear.
you keep the bundle snug in your hand as you browse the shop further. eyes wander from one aisle to another, until they land on a section kaiser definitely didn't expect you to be interested in. the dildos.
“Maus, surely you wouldn’t be needing any of these. right?” kaiser murmurs. he runs his fingers along one of the many colorful silicone models on display, eyeing the varying lengths and girths of it with a skeptical squint.
he looks over to find you already playing with one, twisting it and wiggling the flexible thing. you titter, looking back at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “hehehe, it’s bigger than yours, pinkydick~”
you casually place the toy back on the shelf to continue your little adventure, completely misjudging his temper.
before you can take another step, kaiser’s hand clamps around your wrist. he yanks you backward, pulling you flush against his chest. “Wie bitte?” his thumb and forefinger find your chin, tilting your head up, forcing your eyes to meet his metallic blue ones.
“what?” you say, trying to sound casual. “it’s just a joke! you know i’d never say that about kaiser junio—”
kaiser interrupts you by squishing your cheeks together with his fingers, forcing your lips into a helpless pout. “i heard you loud and clear, [Name]. did you take me here just so you could rile me up, Engel? have me surrounded by these toys, then tease me. have i not been fucking you good enough?”
you try to speak, voice muffled. “maaaybe…~” you bat your lashes at him anyway.
kaiser huffs, his jaw tightening. without another word, he snatches the leather collar from your hand, grips your wrist, and quietly drags you toward the store's single-occupancy restroom, his eyes sweeping the floor to ensure the staff are distracted. he pulls you inside, slams the door, and throws the lock.
before you can even breathe, your back is pressed against the cold ceramic wall.
“maybe, huh? okay. Lass mich deinen hübschen Hals sehen…”
“huh? wait, why?” you stammer.
he unbuckles the pristine leather neckband, wrapping it snugly around your throat. “kaiser, this is shoplifting—”
“shut up. you’re annoyingly good at getting under my skin, Liebling….unfortunately, i really love that about you.” kaiser wraps the silver leash-chain around his knuckles and gives it a sharp, testing tug.
the sudden pull yanks you forward, your hands catching against his chest. “what the hell—?! the fuck are you playing at?” you try to claw at the leather, but his tattooed hand effortlessly pins your wrists down.
“'pinky' dick? are you saying i have a small dick, [Name]?”
your eyes widen. “this… is all because of that? i said i was joking, you big baby!” his wounded pride almost makes you laugh, but the intensity in his eyes instantly kills the urge.
“well, it really didn’t sound that way to me. i haven’t been neglecting you, have i?” kaiser leans in close, his teeth gently nibbling at your ear.
“no, micha, you’ve been so good to me, i was just teasi—”
“no, no, no… that must be it,” he interrupts, his voice dropping into a low purr. “i haven’t been fucking you hard enough. deep enough. because apparently, my dick’s too small, right?”
“i—i didn’t mean it that way—”
“turn around, Häschen…” kaiser completely closes the distance, pinning you against the wall. you can feel his rock-hard erection burning through his joggers—thick, heavy, and definitely not the size of a pinky. the man was itching to prove a point.
“turn… around, my love…” he pants softly, his gaze locked on yours under the buzzing fluorescent lights.
he releases your wrists, and your hands fly to his face, pulling him down for a brief, unhurried, desperate kiss; a silent apology despite the sketchy restroom setting. when you pull away, you finally oblige.
turning around, pressing your chest flat against the cool wall. kaiser steps in right behind you, his clothed cock nestling perfectly between your thighs.
“Braves Mädchen…” kaiser mutters. he wraps his fingers into the collar's chain, pulling back slightly to force your spine to arch and your hips to flare out. a quiet, needy whimper escapes you. “Du bist so schön…~”
kaiser’s hips begin to move, slowly dry-humping against your clothed backside. the friction is maddening. you reach back, blindly pawing at his waistband, which earns you a dark chuckle.
“So ungeduldig… c’mon then, take what’s yours~”
your hand slips under his waistband, fingers brushing through a thin patch of hair before wrapping around his bare shaft. the sheer, heavy weight and girth of him is enough to make your mouth go dry.
“so big… didn’t mean to call y’that, baby… m’sorry~” you gently guide him out, letting his hot length rest against your skin.
kaiser hooks his fingers into your skirt and panties, tugging the fabric roughly to the side to reveal your already soaking pussy. the sight makes his cock twitch violently.
with a low grunt, kaiser plunges inside you in one heavy, deliberate stroke. his free hand immediately slaps over your mouth, muffling the loud gasp that tears from your throat. “shhhh…”
his thrusts immediately pick up—brutal, deep, and agonizingly precise. he uses his sheer height and body weight to drive up into you, lifting your feet slightly off the linoleum floor, pinning you securely against the wall with his hips. your hands scramble against the tile, trying to find purchase as the metal chain and heart charms of the collar jingle loudly in time with the wet, heavy slaps of skin against skin
if anyone walks into the hallway outside, they’d absolutely hear and know something was going on in there.
“fast-… f—faster…” you whimper helplessly into his palm.
a triumphant, arrogant smirk stretches across his lips against your neck. “Wie du willst, Schatzi~”
you could feel the heat radiating off shidou before he even reached you. he smelled like turf, sweat, and raw victory. he was riding the high of the match, his voice booming as he detailed exactly how his "explosive" movements left the defenders in the dust. tired of his endless boasting, you crossed your arms and muttered, "too bad that energy doesn't always transfer to your pinkydick ~".
the shift in the air was instantaneous. shidou stepped in close, trapping you against the wall, his chest practically brushing yours. he tilted his head down, pink eyes blown out and full of vicious hunger. "what was that?" he muttered, voice dropping into a growl that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "my cells are still buzzing from that delicious win, y'really wanna do this right now?"
your breath caught in your throat, the fierce heat of his body overwhelming your senses. he was so close you could feel the rapid, heavy thuds of his heart against his ribs—a furious rhythm that matched the dangerous look in his eyes. you tried to keep your smirk up, refusing to back down, but your voice wavered just a smidge. "i said what i said, baby."
a wicked grin split across his face. shidou let out a low chuckle that you felt deep in your chest. "man, you really are a masochist huh [Name]? testing me when im already flying this high."
before you could even formulate a response, his hand shot out, long fingers locking around your wrist with a strong grip. he didn't hurt you, but the absolute authority in his touch left no room for argument. with a sharp tug, he yanked you away from the wall and began dragging you down a dimly lit corridor, indifferent to anyone who might see.
"hey, wait—where are we going?" you hissed, tripping slightly to keep up with his long strides.
"somewhere i can show you exactly how explosive i can get," he shot back over his shoulder, his eyes flashing with adrenaline as he kicked open the door to a vacant staff room. he pulled you inside, slamming the door shut behind you then locking it in one quick motion.
the ensuing silence of the room was deafening compared to the hallway, but the space between you was practically combusting. shidou turned around, backing you right into the door. before you could even draw a breath, he stepped fully into your bubble, massive arms wrapping around you to pin you against his chest. one heavy arm securely banded around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his while the other hand tangled firmly into your hair, tilting your head back.
shidou leaned down, hot breath brushing against your lips, unhinged and ravenous. "now," he whispered against your mouth, his teeth grazing your lower lip. "let's see if you can keep that bite when i'm absolutely ruining you, sweetheart."
—hot gasps fill the room. he’s got you pinned on a dusty bench in the corner, your own shirt stranded on the floor as you're currently wearing his sweaty jersey, the neckline slipping off your shoulder to expose a throat and cleavage painted in love bites and hickies.
both of his massive hands dig into your hair, stabilizing your head as he continuously rams his slick cock inside your mouth. the lower half of your face is shiny, dripping a mix of pre-cum and saliva. breathing through your nose is a struggle; whenever he bottoms out, coarse pubic hair smothers your airways.
shidou stopped mid-thrust, pulling out just to watch the strings of saliva connecting your lips to his shaft. he relishes the feel of your hot, ragged breaths against his aching dick. licking his lips, shidou grabs his cock and lifts it, revealing his heavy, full balls.
“lookit that, [Name]…” he presses his length against your face, the base resting at your chin and the tip reaching way past your hairline. “not so ‘pinky’ anymore, right? now c’mon, get to work and suck on those jewels~”
shidou urges you down toward his nuts, keeping a tight grip on your head—a silent warning that he won't continue unless you do exactly as he asks.
you click your tongue before vacuuming your lips around one of his testicles, rolling it inside your mouth with your tongue before switching to the other. he exhales heavily, gulping before whispering a soft, “fuuuuuck yeah ..,get in there~”
he ruts deeper into your face. after a while, shidou finally gets your mouth off his nuts. looking down at your messy face, with a couple of his curly, dark-blonde pubic strands stuck to your chin; he grins.
shidou drags his cock all over your face, cockhead circling your lips, he slaps your cheek with hit before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his phone. enclosed in the phone case you bought him; the one with the cutely drawn sperm cells on.
“next time… we think before we speak, okaaay? say cheese~”
to sae, life was a series of optimal decisions, and currently, you were a walking glitch in his system. he’d been pacing the room for five minutes now, delivering a flawless, monotone monologue about your lack of discipline. it was almost impressive how condescending he could be without even raising his voice.
utterly done with his shit, you let out a loud and exaggerated sigh, ruining his flow. "are you done?" you asked, giving him a lazy, challenging smile. “cus all this talking is giving me very strong small dick energy."
if you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face, it worked perfectly. sae stopped mid-stride. his mouth thinned into a hard, flat line. he didn't say a word, slowly turning his entire body toward you, the ensuing silence from him feeling a lot more intimidating than any lecture he could have ever given.
…”you've got a lot of nerve," sae murmured, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating right through your chest. it was devoid of the clinical boredom from before, laced instead with a heavy heat. "you think because i tolerate your attitude, you get to question what i’m capable of?"
his teal eyes raked down your face, dropping to your lips, then down the column of your neck before snapping back up to lock with yours. the smugness you wanted to wipe away was gone, replaced by a predatory focus that made your knees feel weak.
he didn't wait for an answer. sae easily crowded you backward until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the desk, trapping you between the furniture and his hard frame. his hand slid down to your waist, his grip bruisingly tight as he yanked your hips snug against his.
any doubts you had about his "energy" vanished instantly. his hard-on pressing firmly against your lower stomach was an immediate, undeniable counter-argument to your little joke. “see? even when you're running your mouth like a little smartass..." sae let out a low exhale against your skin, his hips shifting just enough to make you eye his growing bulge “…you still manage to look so fucking good doing it."
a low, breathless gasp escaped your mouth at the friction, and a ghost of a smirk finally returned to sae’s face—knowing, and unyielding.
"not so talkative now, are you?" he whispered, breath hot against your ear just before his lips brushed your neck. he didn't let you answer. instead, his hand gripped your wrist, pulling you firmly toward the floor-to-ceiling glass doors of his high-rise. with one swift motion, he slid the heavy barrier open, and a rush of cool night air hit your heated skin, making your nipples harden.
the city below was a sprawling grid of neon and headlights, but you barely had time to look at the view before sae shoved you down. your knees bit into the cold, concrete floor of the balcony. the contrast was dizzying—the open sky yawning above you, the distant hum of traffic below, and him standing right in front of you, his back to the railing.
anyone in the opposite skyscraper could look over. the sheer vulnerability of being outside made your heart hammer against your ribs, a thrill of pure panic shooting through you as your boyfriend casually unzipped his pants.
"since you had so much to say inside," he murmured, his eyes reflecting the cold glow of the city lights as his thick, pulsing dick sprang free into the night air, "let's see how loud you can be out here."
—he didn't wait for you to ease into it. sae’s fist tightened in your hair, using his grip to guide your head forward as he stepped his hips into your face.
the thick head of his dick parted your lips, and then, with a slow, deliberate push, he shoved himself past your teeth. your jaw stretched painfully wide as he buried his length deep into the heat of your throat. the fullness triggered an immediate gag, your hands flying up to grip his thighs for balance as your vision swam with tears.
"take it," he growled, so low that you could feel it directly against your tongue.
he started to move, his hips adopting a ruthless, rhythmic pace that dominated your senses. he was unapologetic about it; each thrust forcing him deeper, the friction making saliva slick his shaft and trail down your chin in a messy, wet line. every time your throat clamped down in a desperate reflex, sae just let out a hiss, his thumb pressing hard into your cheek to force your jaw wider, taking exactly what he wanted.
you were at his mercy, choking out broken, muffled sounds against his stomach as he used your mouth like a tight, private vice, destroying any trace of the attitude you had just minutes ago.
sae looked down at the disaster he’d made of your face, and a deep, possessive chuckle ripped from his chest. he liked it. he loved seeing proof of how thoroughly he was breaking you.
his thumb shot down, hooking into the corner of your mouth to stretch your lips even wider as he delivered three devastatingly deep, bottom-heavy thrusts. the rough friction smeared your red lipstick out of bounds, painting your lips in a blurred mess.
when he finally pulled out with a wet, sticky pop to let you catch your breath, the visual was disorienting.
there, in the dim, warm glow of the balcony lights, his thick cock was slick and glistening with your saliva. but right at the very bottom, painting the heavy base of his shaft and staining the skin of his low-hanging balls, was a bright, undeniable ring of your red lipstick. it was a perfect, filthy brand—proof that you had swallowed every single inch of him until you couldn't take any more.
sae let out a ragged, uneven chuckle, his chest heaving as he looked from the red stain on his skin back up to your smudged, tear-stained face.
"look at you," he whispered, his voice stripped of its usual composure, dark and heavy with praise. "look at what a pretty fucking mess you are.”
you were breathless, jaw aching as you tried to catch your air in the night breeze. weakly, you leaned forward, resting your cheek against the warm, solid muscle of his inner thigh, your face resting beside his pulsing cock.
sae’s hand remained tangled in your hair, his fingers twitching, but he didn't pull you away. he just watched you, chest rising and falling in thumps as you looked up at him through your smudged mascara.
you didn't break eye contact for a single second as you tilted your face toward him.
slowly, you pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses right at the base of his shaft, right where the red lipstick stained his skin, then another. you moved up a fraction of an inch, planting a series of slow, incredibly wet kisses along the sensitive side of his cock. every time your lips parted against his hot skin, you left a glistening patch of moisture behind, deliberately taking your time as you trailed your mouth higher and higher toward his throbbing tip.
a sharp, involuntary hiss escaped his lips, sae’s hips jerking forward at the agonizingly sweet, rhythmic torture of your lips moving up his dick. his grip in your hair tightened, anchoring you there as low groans rumbled from his chest.
"are you done?" he rasped out, throwing your own opening words right back at you, his voice dark and shot. he stared down at you, his pupils blown wide. "are you finally done giving me all that attitude?"…”what, nothing to say?" he murmured, a dangerous little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when you only offered a lazy, wet hum against his skin.
he didn't wait for an answer. with a firm, practiced grip on your hair, he tilted your face up.
it wasn't hard, but the heavy, humiliating weight of his lengthy cock slapping against your flushed cheek made your eyes widen. the damp skin of his shaft left a slick streak across your cheekbone, smudging your makeup even further.
"so pretty when you’re quiet..," his voice dropping as he dragged his cock back and let it drop against your other cheek with another loud smack.
you let out a soft, indignant gasp, your lips parting to protest—which was exactly what he was waiting for.
"open," he commanded softly.
you didn't even have time to comply before his thumb pressed hard into your chin, forcing your jaw down. instinctively, you poked the tip of your tongue out to catch your breath.
for a split second, his expression softened a bit, his grip loosening as he gave you gentle pets, tugging stray strands of hair that stuck to your forehead behind your ear.
"good girl," he murmured, his voice surprisingly soft, almost tender as he looked at your plush, painted lips. “you take me so well... so good and sweet for me right..?”
but before you could even melt into the praise, the wicked glint returned to his eyes. he didn't give you a second to breathe before he lined himself up.
three continuous smacks echoed on the balcony as he whipped the heavy, wet head of his dick against the flat of your exposed tongue.
the blunt friction dragged hard across your tastebuds, flooding your mouth with his hot, salty and thick cum. a muffled cry was beaten out of your throat with each strike, your head jarring backward slightly from the rhythm of it.
"...now swallow it and shut the fuck up," sae hissed, the sweet tone gone, replaced by an authority that made your stomach flip. he stared down at your dripping face with absolute satisfaction. "taste exactly what that smart mouth of yours earned you.. ‘cus next time you even think about trying to be clever, it’s going to be twice as bad. understand?"
the only sound in the dimly lit bedroom was the aggressive, rhythmic clicking of nagi’s controller. he was slumped back against the headboard, his long legs tangled in the sheets, gray eyes locked onto the glowing tv screen. you had been trying to get his attention for the past hour, but all you got in return were low, non-committal hums.
fed up, you decided to take drastic measures. in one swift movement, you crawled across the mattress and threw yourself right onto his lap, blocking his view of the screen.
nagi didn’t even flinch. he just leaned his head to the side, trying to look around your shoulder to keep playing. "could you move please..? i'm in the middle of a match. it'd be troublesome if i lose."
"oh, i'll show you troublesome," you huffed, reaching down and snatching the controller straight out of his hands, tossing it onto the floor.
"hey…" nagi blinked, his hands hovering for a second before dropping limply onto your thighs. he looked up at you, his heavy-lidded eyes full of mild annoyance. "that was mean. why are you being so high-maintenance today?"
you leaned down, bringing your face inches from his, a defiant smirk playing on your lips. "because i'm tired of competing with a screen, and honestly… if your attention span is going to be this short? i guess it perfectly matches your short dick. ~"
the bedroom went dead silent. well, almost. the only sound left in the space was the faint, tinny audio echoing from the tv; the ambient noise of a digital crowd cheering for a character standing abandoned.
"you're really brave saying something like that while sitting right on my lap," nagi murmured, his chest pressed flush against yours.
you pulled back just a bit, still wearing that pretty smirk. keeping your eyes locked onto his darkening gaze, you licked your lips and deliberately pulled your shirt up over your breasts, baring yourself to him. you grabbed his large hands, guiding them up to cup your tits. he didn't pull away. instead, his long fingers sank into your skin, slowly squeezing and caressing you with a possessive grip that made your toes curl.
after a few seconds, his touch became hyper-focused. both of his thumbs moved up, pressing into your hardening nipples, circling each slowly, unhurriedly—testing the weight, applying just the right amount of friction, like he was using the joysticks on a controller.
a frayed gasp escaped your throat at the sensation, your hips shifting and grinding against him, slicking your underwear in the process. nagi let out a low, satisfied hum, his thumbs flicking over your sensitive peaks again. but instead of letting go, his grip tightened. his digits pinched your nipples, and with a faint smirk, he gave a firm, downward tug.
a high, breathless whine escaped you. nagi pulled you down slightly by your tits, his heavy-lidded eyes tracking the flush creeping up your chest, looking entirely pleased with the sound he'd just pulled out of you.
"you’re whining already..," he murmured, his voice a soft rasp against your ear. he circled your aching nipples again. “so, what is it that you actually want? you went through all the trouble of interrupting my game… tell me what you want me to play with instead…"
the heavy ridge of his cock was pressing right between your thighs, hard enough that you could feel the twitch of it. it was impossible to ignore just how eager he actually was to play this new game.
"say it," nagi whispered, his teeth lightly grazing your earlobe, large hands squeezing your tits again. "tell me what you want."
—true to his nature, nagi was letting you do all the heavy lifting at first. he was flat on his back, favorite hoodie pulled up over his head so that the fabric cast a shadow over his gray eyes.
occasionally, he’d look down from your eyes and onto your core, warm and wet against him each time you ground down. his positioning hit your sweet spot perfectly.
your hands were over your own body, playing with your breasts just as he did a while ago, your head tilted back as you rolled your hips against him in a slow tempo. because he was lying still, you were in total control, using his sizable cock to chase your own release. every down-stroke had you taking him to the absolute hilt, needy whines escaping your lips every time you felt him bottom out.
nagi didn’t move a muscle to help, but his eyes never left your face from beneath the rim of his hood. his breath was coming out in hot, short grunts, his hands resting loosely on your thighs, just watching you use him to make yourself cum. "ohh… mnh~…nagi~”
the ache in your lower stomach grew tighter and tighter until, with one final downward grind, your walls clamped around him tightly. a broken cry escaped your lips as your orgasm hit you in intense, rolling waves.
you collapsed forward, trembling as you tried to catch your breath. but the second your climax began to fade, his passive demeanor vanished.
before you could even think about rolling off him, his hands snapped up from your thighs, clamping around your waist.
"my turn," an abrasive growl came from beneath his hood.
suddenly, nagi bucked his hips upward, driving himself into your overstimulated folds with a force that made your eyes roll back. you let out a breathless, broken shriek. he didn't give you a second to recover. locking you in place with his grip on your waist, he began slamming up into you from below—totally unexpected from your usually laid-back boyfriend.
"oh god!… i can't brea—… nnnn—agiii!"
nagi let out a ragged groan, the sound trapped in his chest as his jaw clenched tightly. he was fighting like hell to keep his own noises in, but the sheer tightness of you wrapping around him was pushing him to his absolute limit. his large hands tightened around your hips, pulling you down in time as he thrust upward.
"…. keep it down," nagi muttered against your ear, voice hoarse and throaty, making you shiver. his breath jerked as he drove into you again and again, silenced moans slipping past his lips. "you're being way too loud… someone's gonna hear you."
you couldn't help it. another gasp escaped you, burying your face into the crook of his neck as your body trembled, a second climax already building before you'd even recovered from the first one. you were spent, panting heavily, mouth open against the thick fabric of his jacket. he felt the wetness soaking through the shoulder of his clothes.
"oh..woah..." he murmured, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he drove up another deep thrust. "you're completely losing it. look at the mess you're making… getting drool all over my favorite hoodie." you swallowed hard, trying to speak. “you’re—nnh!..you’re too fast~!”
he tilted his head down, his lips brushing against your flushed cheek, hips unyielding as he plowed you from below. "don’t wanna slow down… you’re just gonna be mean again if i do..”
your brain felt like it was melting right out of your ears, reduced to nothing but static as nagi kept up that brutal pace. everything felt too good. you were already so wet, clit pulsating so violently from the constant friction that every single time he bottomed out inside you, it sent a shockwave of pleasure straight up your spine. your thighs were shaking so badly you could barely keep your balance, fingers clawing desperately into the fabric of his hoodie just to stay upright.
"n-nagi—ah! no, wait, please—nghn!" you sobbed out, voice breaking. you tried to lift your hips, tried to escape the sheer intensity of it, but his hands on your waist just tightened even more. he wouldn't let you back up even a millimeter.
"… mnh—shut up [Name].," he murmured, his voice thick and entirely breathless now. he pulled his hood up just enough for you to see the blown-out look in his eyes; he was entirely consumed by you. "don't run..mnn” nagi leaned his head back, flush to the pillow, and groaned softly. “…take it, take it, take it..guh—take it—!"
he changed angles slightly, driving upward; the perfect curve of his shaft clipped your g-spot dead-on.
"oh my god—ah!—stop you’re—nnhgonna make me—!"
that single thrust shattered what little defense you had left. your walls instantly went into chaotic spasms, clamping down on him so hard that nagi let out a stifled groan. his balls drew up tight as he spilled inside you, his hands caressing your waist just as your second orgasm hit like a freight train.
it was too much. you were crying out quiet sobs against his neck, your body locked up as blinding pleasure crashed over you. you were twitching helplessly above him, thighs beginning to burn.
you collapsed forward, forehead resting heavily against his shoulder as your lids grew heavy, your body still twitching from the aftershocks. you thought it was over. thought he was finally going to let you collapse and sleep.
but nagi wasn't done. not even close.
before you could even sigh, he let out a heavy grunt and rolled his weight over, effortlessly flipping you onto your back beneath him. the sudden shift made the room spin.
he didn't give you an inch of space. he planted his forearms on either side of your head, using his broad shoulders to cage you beneath him. his heavy chest pressed against your softer one, trapping your frantic heartbeats together and pinning you flat into the mattress, his dick still nestled deep inside you.
"one more," he whispered.
"n-no nonono—i can't…, i can't—!"
nagi began moving, keeping that relentless pace from before, driving into your overstimulated center with a steady rhythm that made your vision blur. your skin felt numb from every thrust, sending sparks across your vision. you tried to speak, tried to beg him to stop, but your words were barely even words anymore; just broken, slurred fragments caught in the back of your throat.
"n-ngah… naaagi… a-ahh…" you choked out, your head tossing weakly against the pillow. your fingers feebly clawed at the fabric of his hoodie, unable to find leverage. "p-ple… ease… nnng…~"
"i can't understand you," nagi murmured, his voice croaky right against your ear. his hot breath fanned over your damp skin, his chest bumping against yours with every deep shove. "speak up."
but you couldn't. another deep strike hit your most sensitive spot, and your voice strained, devolving into high, breathless wheezes and desperate, broken whines that matched the steady slam of his hips. you were entirely at the mercy of his terrifying stamina, trapped beneath his heavy frame as he single-handedly drove you toward a third orgasm.
shoei barou’s apartment was less of a living space and more of a temple dedicated to the gods of order and symmetry. everything had a designated square inch of existence. the throw pillows were perpetually chopped, the kitchen counters gleamed like a surgical suite, and the laundry room was his sacred sanctuary.
which was exactly why you were currently standing in front of his high-tech washing machine, holding a damp piece of clothing, feeling a genuine wave of guilt. "shoei, babe? i...i'm so, so sorry," you called out, wincing as you held up a square of black fabric. it was supposed to be his favorite, limited-edition imported training shirt—the one he meticulously hung to dry on specific ergonomic hangers to preserve the shoulder seams.
instead, it looked like something a doll would wear. you had accidentally bumped the dial to high-heat tumble dry. hearing your tone, barou strode into the laundry nook. his imposing frame completely blocked the light in the hallway. his eyes dropped to the micro-shirt in your hands, and for a terrifying three seconds, he didn't breathe.
"oh, no," you started quickly, offering a soft, apologetic smile as you stepped toward him. "i didn't mean to! i know how much you love this one. let me buy you a replacement online right now, okay? my treat. i'll even pay for express shipping—"
"a replacement?" barou rumbled. he snatched the tiny shirt from your hands, his face contorting into an expression of pure outrage. "you think you can just buy your way out of this? that shirt was a limited run. discontinued last season."
he took a heavy, deliberate step toward you, looming so close you could smell the sharp scent of his expensive fabric softener. a prominent vein was practically throbbing out of his temple. your genuine guilt immediately began to sour into annoyance as his attitude took over.
"i have a system," he hissed, crossing his muscular arms as he began to lecture you like a misbehaving child. "a flawless three-step separation process. cold water only for dark synthetics. zero tumble dry. it's literally written on the laminated instruction card i stuck to the machine! but you’re just sloppy. undisciplined. a peasant who doesn't respect the laws of maintenance—"
"no, you listen to me! you violated the sanctity of this household's routine," he went on, entirely running over your apology, his meticulous soul utterly combusting. "if you can't handle basic fabric care, you shouldn't be touching my wardrobe at all. you’re lucky i don’t ban you from the utility closet entirely—"
he was mid-gesture, preparing to launch into phase two of his lecture on proper detergent-to-water ratios, when your patience finally snapped. you let out a loud, deliberate sigh, crossing your arms and leaning back against the dryer.
"oh my god baby, breathe!" you cut in, rolling your eyes. "it’s a single t-shirt. you are so unbelievably uptight, it’s a miracle your jaw isn't permanently locked shut. seriously, you need to learn how to loosen up and just relax for once in your life. the world isn't going to end because of a little heat cycle."
barou gasped, genuinely offended. "a little heat cycle? it's the principle of—"
you calmly stepped right back into his space, completely cutting off his next tirade. plucking the micro-shirt right out of his iron grip, you held it up by the shoulders between two fingers. it dangled pathetically between you, looking utterly ridiculous against his broad chest. you looked at the tiny fabric. "relax, king," you said, your voice dripping with unbothered attitude. "....now it matches your pinkydick."
the silence that followed was deafening. barou’s jaw actually clicked shut. the absolute self-proclaimed king looked as if his brain had just short-circuited from pure shock. a dark, furious flush crept up his neck, his eyes narrowing. "what did you just say?" he said, his voice dropping. he stepped directly into your space, his large frame pinning you back against his perfectly organized linen shelf.
the way his torso hit yours felt less like a stumble and more like a physical shutdown. for a terrifying, beautiful two seconds, shoei barou—the absolute dictator of this apartment—simply ceased to function. the unmitigated audacity of the word 'pinkydick' escaping your mouth seemed to temporarily wipe his hard drive.
then, the color hit his face. it started at his throat, a dark crimson that rushed up to his jawline and flooded his ears. his chest heaved against yours, his breathing suddenly ragged and hot. "you," he growled, the syllable vibrating so hard against your ribs it felt like a physical strike. "you absolute... insolent..."
"what's the matter, king?" you teased, though your heart was drumming frantically against your ribs as his hands came down to grip the edge of the dryer on either side of your hips, effectively trapping you. "truth hurt?"
"shut up," he hissed. the vein in his forehead looked ready to burst. he didn't just look angry; he looked like someone who had just been handed trash instead of actual ice cream. "you think you're funny? you think you can stand in my house, destroy my property, and then insult my—" he choked on the word, utterly refusing to give it life.
instead, his eyes narrowed into something incredibly predatory. the rigid laundry coordinator vanished, swallowed whole by the dominant, ego-driven monster he usually kept reserved for the pitch.
"i'm going to make you swallow those words," he whispered, his voice dropping into a register that made your thighs instantly ache. "every single one of them."
before you could even process the threat, barou moved.
he completely uprooted you. his strong hands locked under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off the dryer as if you weighed nothing at all. you let out a sharp gasp, your instinct forcing your legs to wrap tightly around his waist to keep from falling while your fingers dug into the heavy muscle of his shoulders.
the shrunken black t-shirt fluttered uselessly to the immaculate hardwood floor, completely forgotten now.
"shut your mouth," he growled, turning on his heel. he held you high against his chest, his grip so tight it was practically bruising as he strode out of the laundry nook. his steps were heavy, deliberate, and furious, echoing through the pristine hallway of his apartment. he marched straight down the corridor, his dark eyes locked onto yours for a split second before returning his gaze ahead.
"you want to talk about size?" barou muttered, his jaw clamped tight as he kicked his bedroom door open with enough force to make the frame rattle. "you want to talk about how i need to loosen up?"
he tossed you onto the center of his perfectly made, king-sized bed. the impact wasn't violent, but it was strong enough to knock the breath from your lungs, sending your hair sprawling across his crisp, hospital-cornered sheets.
before you could even scramble backward, barou was already hovering over the mattress. he reached down, tugging his tank top off over his head and tossing it aside. "you're going to learn some goddamn respect today," he promised, his voice dense and dripping with authority. "consider this your lesson in reparations."
barou didn’t waste a single second. the moment you hit the mattress, the fastidious housemate disappeared, replaced entirely by the predatory striker who ruled the pitch.
he came down over you like a shadow, his large frame pinning you flat against the crisp sheets. he didn't cover you completely with his weight—not yet—but his thighs bracketed your hips, locking you in place so effectively you couldn't have scrambled away even if you tried.
"look at me," he commanded. when you looked up, his dark eyes were burning, heavy-lidded and intensely focused on your face. he reached down, his hand wrapping firmly around both of your wrists, pinning them directly above your head into the mattress with effortless strength.
"you've got a lot of nerve running your mouth in my house," barou growled, leaning down until his hot breath brushed against your ear, making a violent shiver spike down your spine. "you ruin my clothes, you mock my rules, and then you have the audacity to lie about my size?"
he shifted his weight, deliberately pressing his lower body flush against yours. through the heavy fabric of his sweatpants, there was absolutely no mistaking the substantial mass pressing hard against your thigh. it was a blatant, overwhelming contradiction to your joke, and he knew it. "does this feel like a joke to you?" he hissed, his jaw clenching as he nudged himself against you, asserting his physical dominance until a soft gasp caught in your throat. "tell me. does it look small to you now, peasant?"
"i didn't give you permission to speak," he cut you off, his grip on your wrists tightening just enough to remind you exactly who was in control. he brought his free hand up, his fingers tangling into your hair to tilt your head back, exposing the long line of your throat. "you wanted me to loosen up? you wanted to see what happens when the king stops holding back?"
an arrogant smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked down at your flushed face and your rapid, shallow breathing. he loved the effect he had on you, loved how he could completely melt your stubborn attitude.
"you're going to take every single bit of this," barou whispered against your skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot right beneath your jaw before his teeth grazed over it in a bruising nip. "..and by the time i'm done breaking you in, you're going to beg me for a lecture on how to properly take care of my things. do you understand me?"
he didn't wait for a verbal answer. barou took your silence as the absolute surrender it was. "you think because i'm mad, i'm just going to rush through this?" he murmured, his voice a vibration against your skin. "no. the king doesn't scramble. i take exactly what’s mine, exactly how i want it."
with a swift, heavy movement, he gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head in one smooth motion, tossing it carelessly to the floor. your bra followed a second later, leaving you completely exposed to him. barou paused, his eyes darkening further as he looked down at you, tracking the rapid rise and fall of your breasts, the way your nipples were already tightening under the sudden chill of the room—and the heat of his undivided attention.
"look at you," he rasped, calloused hands coming down to cup you, his fingers spreading wide to map your shape. he squeezed, firmly and deliberately, asserting his possession until a soft whimper escaped your lips. "...ruined my favorite shirt, and here you are, completely at my mercy. trembling for me."
he shifted his weight, burying his face directly into your cleavage. the contrast was staggering—the sharp scent of his laundry detergent mixing with the intoxicating scent of your skin. he nuzzled deeply between your breasts, his rough jawline pressing against the sensitive skin, making you arch your back with a breathy gasp.
"wait..." your voice hitched, your fingers tangling into his dark, loose hair, trying to pull him closer or push him away—you didn't even know anymore.
"i told you to stay quiet," he muttered against your skin, his hot breath sending goosebumps cascading down your stomach.
then, he went to work. barou used his broad chest to press you flat, using his hands to push your breasts together, creating a tight, deep cleavage. he began to drag his mouth up the swell of your skin, his tongue leaving wet trails in its wake—his licks were heavy, firm, and demanding, treating your body with the same intense, uncompromising focus he gave to everything else in his life.
he swirled his tongue around one aching nipple, teasing the very tip until you were writhing beneath him, your hips instinctively tilting up to meet his heavy frame. "please...~" you gasped out.
barou paused, lifting his head just enough to look down at you, a fiercely possessive look gleaming in his eyes. he deliberately leaned down and opened his mouth, drawing your nipple deep between his lips and sucking hard, a gravelly rumble vibrating from his throat as your hands clamped tightly onto his shoulders.
"that's it," he growled against your damp skin, his thumb rubbing bruising lines over your other breast. "know your place, peasant. you belong to the king."
his chest rose and fell hard against your sensitized skin. the wet, hot marks he’d left across your body were tingling in the cool air of the bedroom, but the real heat was entirely concentrated where his thighs were heavily bracketing your hips. just as you thought he was going to reach down and strip the rest of your clothes away, barou stopped.
an intensely smug look settled into his sharp features. slowly, deliberately, he reached down and grabbed your wrist. his grip was completely unyielding as he guided your hand down, past his chiseled stomach, and pressed your palm flat against the front of his sweatpants.
your breath caught in your throat. beneath the heavy cotton fabric, his length was already stretching the material taut as it throbbed heavily against your palm. it was thick, hard, and utterly massive.
"hold it," barou growled, his fingers tightening over the back of your hand, forcing you to curl your fingers around him, to feel the weight of his erection. "grip it." you let out a soft, shaky whimper, your face flushing a rich burgundy as you felt just how hot and stiff he was beneath your touch.
he leaned down until his lips were practically brushing yours, his ember eyes boring straight into your soul, demanding total submission. he squeezed your hand down over himself, making you stroke him through the fabric once, twice, three times.
"now tell me," barou whispered, his voice sinking into a deadly, mocking purr that made you ache. "look me in the eye and say it again."
"i said, look at me," he commanded, his thumb pressing firmly into your wrist until your eyes locked onto his. he nudged his hips forward, burying the heavy ridge of his cock directly into your palm. "is this still a joke to you? is this still a 'pinky'dick, peasant?"
"no," you choked out, your voice trembling as your fingers instinctively tightened around him. "n-no, it's... it's huge, shoei."
"louder," he demanded, an arrogant smirk finally cutting through his anger as he heard your compliance. he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over your lips. "tell the king exactly what you're holding."
"it's huge," you breathed, completely undone by the dominance radiating off him. "you're huge..."
"damn right," barou growled, his restraint finally snapping.
he didn't waste another second. with a swift move, his hands slid down to the waistband of your remaining clothes, stripping them away along with his own sweatpants in one rough, efficient motion. finally, he was completely bare above you—defined muscles casting a literal shadow over your lap, and a size that looked lethal in the dim light of the bedroom.
you swallowed hard, your thighs instinctively trying to press together at the sight of him. but barou wasn't having it. "open," he commanded, hands gripping your knees and forcing your legs wide apart, settling his weight directly between your thighs.
you braced yourself, expecting him to just take what he wanted right then and there to satisfy his bruised ego. instead, barou let out an irritated huff through his nose, his sharp eyes scanning your face and down to where you were tightly coiled beneath him. he was still pissed, his jaw still tight with lingering outrage from the laundry room, but as his gaze drifted lower, his perfectionist streak took over.
he wasn't going to be reckless. he wasn't going to be sloppy; if he was going to break you in, it was going to be done with absolute, unyielding precision. "you're tense," he muttered. "look at you. tearing up my wardrobe, running your mouth, and you're not even ready for me yet."
"shut up and breathe," he ordered, his tone clipping your words short. before you could protest, his long fingers brushed against your sensitive slit. you let out a sharp gasp, your hips jerking off the mattress as his thumb found your clit, applying a firm pressure that instantly made your vision blur. he didn't stroke you gently; his movements were demanding and methodical.
barou watched your face like a hawk, his dark eyes tracking every twitch of your eyebrows, every labored breath that slipped past your lips. slowly, deliberately, he slid one thick finger inside you. the sudden stretch made a whimper catch in your throat. he was so big, even his fingers felt overwhelming, stretching you open slowly.
"fuck— wait, please" you whined, your hands locking onto his forearms as he began to pace his finger inside you, curling it deliberately to hook against your sweetest spot.
"i told you to breathe," he rumbled, leaning down. he added a second finger, ruthlessly stretching your walls, forcing your body to accommodate it. he was still annoyed—you could feel it in the rigid set of his shoulders—but the way his fingers were working you, heavy and deep, ensured you were turning into a dripping mess beneath him. "i do things right. always. you're going to be perfectly soft, perfectly wet, and then i'm going to take exactly what i'm owed."
he slicked his fingers deep one last time, stretching you until you were arching off the crisp sheets, entirely undone by the friction. he pulled his hand away with a wet sound, hovering over you, his eyes burning down into yours as he lined his throbbing length directly against your aching hole.
"now," barou whispered, his chest heaving as he gripped your hips, bracing himself. "let's see you call me small again."
he didn't rush to sink into you. instead, he settled his massive weight directly over your lap, his muscular thighs pinning yours wide apart as he braced his hands on either side of your head. he leaned back just enough to look down, his eyes heavy with a mix of lingering irritation and possessiveness. a gravelly exhale escaped his parted lips as he relished the sight.
the contrast was absolute perfection.
your soft thighs looked incredibly delicate gripped beneath his calloused hands. your chest was still heaving, decorated with the wet, flushed marks of his mouth, and your pusst was visibly glistening, dripping with the slickness his fingers had just forced out of you. against his imposing frame—built entirely of hard muscle, sharp angles, and overwhelming power—you looked beautifully ruined, small, and completely at his mercy.
he reached down, his large thumb dragging firmly over your hip bone, leaving a bright red mark against your skin. "so small. so soft. you’re completely swallowed up by my bed, screaming for me after running your mouth."
"shoei..." you whimpered, your fingers helplessly digging into the crisp sheets, your hips tilting upward in a desperate, instinctive invitation. the slow wait was driving you insane.
"quiet," he muttered, though there was no real bite to it anymore—just the raw authority of a king claiming his prize. he shifted forward, the thick head of his cock nudging deliberately against you. "you wanted to see what happens when i loosen up? look at what you’re about to take."
he paused for a bit, letting you feel the girth of him stretching you before he began to push the rest of him inside. he wanted you to understand exactly how wrong you had been in the laundry room. he wanted you to feel the undeniable difference in your sizes. how nothing about him was 'small'.
"you’re pretty like this," his jaw clenching as his gaze locked onto your eyes, burning with intent. "perfect and compliant for the king. now, hold onto me." he didn’t give you any more time to prepare. bracing his full weight over you, barou gripped your hips tightly and drove himself inside in one deep thrust.
the sudden, overwhelming fullness stole the air right out of your lungs. your back arched completely off the bed, a breathless, broken cry echoing in the silence of his room as your body stretched to accommodate all of him.
"hngh—! shoei, fuck—wait!"
"i told you," he growled, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "the king doesn't wait. you wanted to play games in my house? this is the consequence."
he pulled back almost entirely, letting the cool air hit you for a fraction of a second before plunging right back in, deeper this time, hips slamming flush against yours with heavy, wet slaps. the friction was instant and intense, waves of pleasure shattering whatever remaining attitude you had left.
"slow—ssslow down!" you sobbed out, your fingers digging desperately into the bunched muscles of his back. he was moving with terrifying precision, striking against your sweetest spot with every single shove. "shoei, please, s'too much—"
"too much what?" barou demanded, his chest heaving as he pumped into you, completely dominating your senses. he lifted his head, his dark eyes burning down into yours with absolute triumph. "tell me exactly what it is. loudly."
"you're too big—you're too ...-so big," you cried, your legs trembling over his shoulders. the heavy, demanding weight of him was anchoring you to the mattress. "please baby... i'm sorry. i'm sorry about the shirt."
"the shirt?" he mocked. "i don't give a damn about the shirt anymore. look at you. look at how tight you're gripping me. who owns this body?" he drove in harder, delivering a brutal sequence of thrusts that had you writhing under him. "say it."
"y-you do," tears of pure pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes as his pace became a blur of friction and overwhelming heat. "you—ngh! you do~... fuck..please, i can't—"
"say my name," he commanded, jaw clenching as his own release began to threaten his iron-clad control. he slowed down just enough to deliver three agonizingly deep, grinding thrusts that stretched you to your absolute limit. "tell me who's breaking you in... breaking this pussy..."
"sh—shoei," you screamed softly, your hips lifting involuntarily. "please? give it to m—gimme~!"
"good girl," he growled, his grip on your waist tightening. "take it all, princess."
"tch, look how wet you are," his voice rough and thick with heat as he smeared your own slick over your clit with a heavy drag of his thumb. "running your mouth about my size while your body is literally begging to be stretched out by it. you're a needy little thing, aren't you?"
you screamed as he plunged back in, his hips crashing against yours with a loud, wet slap that echoed in the room. he didn't give you any time to catch your breath. he began to hammer into you with a raw downstroke, so deep and heavy it felt like he was branding his name directly into your cervix.
he groaned low as he felt the tight squeezing of your impending orgasm clamping down around him. he sped up, his thrusts turning brutal and shallow, relentlessly punching your oversensitive sweet spot until your vision went entirely blurry. "you haven't seen anything yet. i'm going to fill you so full of me you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow, let alone mess with my laundry."
"i'm sorry! i'm sorry—m'sorry, m'sorry! ughk-! haahh—cumming, cumming, cumming ~!"
with a guttural roar, barou slammed himself completely inside you, his whole body locking up as he came, pouring his hot release deep into your pulsing core while your own orgasm broke you beneath him.
the heat was still settling deep inside you when barou’s chest heaved, his breathing ragged but his eyes already snapping back into focus. he wasn't anywhere near finished. he leaned down, lips brushing your ear as his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "you think one round buys you a pardon?" his voice dripped with insatiable hunger. "we're not done yet. not even close. i'm going to remind you exactly who rules this house."
—you were pressed face-down against the leather of his living room sofa. the throw pillows he always kept perfectly clean were scattered wildly on the floor. barou was behind you, his broad chest against your back, pinning you down with his weight. he gripped your hips, pulling you back against his re-erected dick and driving inside just as harshly as before.
"look at the mess you're making," he growled, his hand reaching around to cup your chin, forcing your head back so you had to watch your own reflection in the blank television screen—completely undone, dripping continuously on the sofa.
—your back was flat against the cold, hyper-polished marble counter, legs hooked over his broad shoulders again as he stood between them, fucking into you with a punishing tempo. the wet sounds of his hips slapping against yours echoed off the walls.
his hair was mussed, sweat dripping from his jawline onto your chest. every single thrust was deep enough to make your eyes roll, his hands locked onto the edge of the counter on either side of you, leaving smudges on the glass-smooth surface he usually obsessed over.
he had you pinned against the hallway wall, directly opposite the laundry nook where the whole fight had started. your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your waist locked in his iron grip as he held you airborne, driving up into you with heavy desperation. the tiny, shrunken black t-shirt was still lying on the floor right beneath you.
"look down," his voice an exhausted growl against your neck as his pace sped up even more. "look at the shirt and tell me what it matches now."
"nothing!" you cried out. "it-it doesn't—mmmatch anything ~!"
—you were completely broken. now, you were sitting on his lap as he straddled the leather bench-press machine, your legs draped weakly over his thighs. you couldn't even muster up enough strength to hold yourself up anymore. your forehead was slumped against his sweaty shoulder, your arms dangling uselessly over his back. you were riding him lazily, hips only moving because his hands were locked onto them, physically guiding your exhausted body up and down his still-hard cock.
"look at you," he murmured. he wasn't yelling anymore; the fury had long since burned out. "so lazy now. where'd all that attitude go?"
a weak, needy moan escaped your lips as he suddenly tilted your pelvis, his thumb rubbing firmly over your swollen clit as he pushed up deeper inside you. "shut up... stop i..i'm..~ mmm' tired..." you breathed against his skin, your lips brushing his neck.
"the king decides when we stop," he muttered, but the grip on your hips softened just a fraction. he picked up the pace, his thrusts turning into a slow, deliberate grind that stretched you out one last time. every movement was painfully deep, drawing out wet, pathetic little whimpers from the back of your throat.
he could feel your walls quivering, completely worn out, clinging to him out of sheer reflex. it was the ultimate surrender. his jaw clenched, his breathing hitching as his own final release rushed to the surface. "hold on," his hands tightening on your waist as he delivered three hard thrusts, burying himself to the absolute root.
you let out a high-pitched cry, your body tightening around him weakly as he shuddered beneath you. a low, guttural roar ripped from his chest as he came, heavy hands pinning your hips flush against his lap, holding you there as he poured his final, thicker nut deep inside you.
for a long time, the only sound in the gym was the ragged, synchronized breathing of two exhausted bodies. slowly, almost uncharacteristically gentle, barou’s hands slid from your waist to wrap around your back, pressing you firmly against his chest. he wouldn't admit it if his life depended on it, but the vulnerability of you slumped against him was doing something to his fiercely protective nature.
his head tilted down, lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, then another to your temple, and a final, surprisingly tender one to your cheek. he cleared his throat, his dark eyes narrowing as he looked at you, though he didn't push you off his lap. "don't get used to it," he grumbled, his voice returning to its usual authoritative clip, even if he was still holding you close.
he looked past your shoulder, gesturing toward the open door. "you realize what a disaster the rest of the place is now, right? the living room is wrecked. the kitchen counters are covered in smudges. the hallway is a mess."
you let out a weak groan, burying your face back into his neck. "we made that mess..."
