ā¤ will most likely also write for more fandoms, just havenāt figured out exactly which ones yet!
×ā°āā¤ what i will write:
ā¬ā.Ė dom! reader (will always most likely be gender neutral unless specified that itās fem or male)
ā¬ā.Ė sub! character (sorry but this isnāt a blog for people who like their favorite characters being dominant)
ā¬ā.Ė pegging
ā¬ā.Ė fingering
ā¬ā.Ė oral (giving)
ā¬ā.Ė spanking
ā¬ā.Ė choking
ā¬ā.Ė hair pulling
ā¬ā.Ė cockwarming (reader receiving)
ā¬ā.Ė crying (dacryphilia)
ā¬ā.Ė overstimulation
ā¬ā.Ė edging/orgasm denial
ā¬ā.Ė sounding
ā¬ā.Ė use of vibrators/strap-ons/sex toys (with character receiving)
ā¬ā.Ė face riding (reader receiving)
ā¬ā.Ė fluff, smut, and angst (with comfort) will always be written, too
ā¤ will probably write for other things that arenāt specified and arenāt in the āwill not write forā sectionā
×ā°āā¤ what i wonāt write:
ā.į sub! reader
ā.į scat
ā.į incest
ā.į age play
ā.į cnc or dubcon
ā.į anything that has to do with abuse/rape
ā.į dom! character
ā¤ if something is not listed in either sections that youād like to see be written for, simply just ask me in the ask section of my blog, and I will let you know
ā¾ā.Ė other bands I also love: panic! at the disco (patd), fall out boy (fob), pierce the veil (ptv), black veil brides (bvb), in this moment (itm), paramore, linkin park, the smashing pumpkins (tsp), the cure, deftones, green day, bad omens, ghost, three days grace, the 1975 (just started getting into their music), cigarettes after sex (cas), the neighborhood (I donāt support the lead singer), the all american rejects, sleeping with sirens, escape the fate, the used, sunny day real estate, afi, a heartwell ending, third eye blind, taking back sunday, blink 182, chevelle
ā¾ā.Ė solo artists i also love: gerard way, lady gaga, ariana grande, charli xcx (brat was an amazing album, i will not stand for the hate)
ā¾ā.Ė some of my favorite movies: coraline, the conjuring (first and fourth are my favorites), all of the guardians of the galaxy movies, mulan (og animated version), aladdin (og animated version), the little mermaid (og animated version), the purge franchise, hereditary, frankenstein (2025), nosferatu (2024), saw franchise, scream (first and fourth are my favs, the most recent movie can kick rocks)
ā¾ā.Ė overall big horror movie fan (not terrifier, thatās just gross)
ā¾ā.Ė favorite shows (that arenāt anime): euphoria, scream queens (first season), dexter (the old seasons)
ā¾ā.Ė animeās I love: twisted wonderland (twst), blue lock (bllk), jujutsu kaisen (jjk), sk8 the infinity (sk8), attack on titan (aot), demon slayer, tokyo revengers (tr), tokyo ghoul, gachiakuta, obey me, black butler
ā¾ā.Ė animes I might start soon: bucchigiri (yes, I saw a marito edit and thought he looked cool), nanbaka (yes, itās because of uno), the apothecary diaries (I canāt resist long haired men who also share an english va with gojo satoru)
ā¾ā.Ė my favorite musicals: hadestown (just was in it not too long ago), phantom of the opera, wicked, sweeney todd, cabaret
Ā°ā.ą³ąæ* feel free to ask me any questions you might have regarding me or my blog!
×ā°āā¤ Iām very active on TikTok @resurrectthesunn, so feel free to follow me there too!
āYou wanna suck my cock baby?ā You ask, cupping his cheek, thumb petting his sideburns
āPlease,ā his voice is light, pretty āplease I'ma good boyā
He is, always such a good boy. So of course you indulge him, getting the strap out.
You stroke yourself in front of his face. āLook at what you do to me.ā
Joost whines a little without thinking, entranced by the sight. Itās really just lube dripping down silicone but right now itās so much more. Itās you, your pretty cock hard and leaking just for him. He licks at the drip, lapping at the head of your cock, tongue teasing gently at the little slit there. He knows how much he loves when you tease him like that, he just canāt help but return the favor. Trying to copy the little things that drive him crazy, wanting so badly for this to feel good for you too.
He feels his own cock start to strain in his boxers, but doesnāt move his hands from you. He wraps his lips around the head, suckling gently, glancing up, his eyes meeting yours. The pure adoration and love in your gaze, only helps to encourage and arouse him further. He takes more of your cock in his mouth, almost gagging when it hits his throat but managing to control himself.
āSo good, baby. Youāre doing so good for me, your mouth feels amazing.ā You coo, petting his hair as he starts bobbing his head. He can only moan at the praise, eyes fluttering shut as he takes you deeper. Your fingers dig in a little, gripping his hair, tugging on it just enough to listen to him groan and choke on your strap.
He pants heavily, pulling off for a moment, trying to catch his breath and his thoughts. His erection is almost painful, hard and throbbing in his boxers, looking down he notices a wet spot where his dick has leaked pathetically while blowing you. He looks back up to you, eyes big.
āYou wanna touch yourself?ā You ask only getting a little āmhmā from him. āGo ahead baby, want you to feel good too.ā You assure him, scratching gently at his scalp, letting him push against your hand a little like the sweet little pet he is.
Joost wastes no time taking his underwear off, unable to stop the way his hips buck, his cock hard, tip red, precum leaking, running down his dick in rivulets. He wraps a hand around himself as he gets back to work on you, gladly licking and kissing your shaft before sucking the head into his mouth again.
Heās slow to properly start jerking off, he keeps his hand still as he focuses on you. Focusing on giving you the best blow job he can, head bobbing, moans vibrating against your shaft, his other hand stroking the strap when he pulls up. You tap it against his tongue when it slips from his mouth, and he canāt stop the pathetic noise that comes from him when you dribble a little more lube on it. He doesnāt get a chance to lick it up before youāre slamming your cock into his mouth. Your hand in his hair, guiding his head, your grip tight.
āCome on baby,ā you push in all the way, his nose hitting the base of the harness. āDonāt hold back, just let go for me. Can you do that?ā
He moans out a āmhmā around you. āI want to see you cum with my cock down your throat.ā You almost sound dangerous and he loves it, his dick throbbing in his grasp. He lets his eyes fall shut as he draws his hand up himself slowly, his precum making it so easy that he knows he wonāt be able to stop now that heās started.
You let Joost move his head once again, your hips working in tandem with him, thrusting to meet his lips. You guide your cock back into his mouth when it slips, drool spilling from his lips as you hump his face. Heās so beautiful like this, all blissed out, mind fuzzy, letting you fuck his mouth as he strokes his cock.
His moans pick up as he grows closer, clumsily thrusting into his hand, just mindlessly chasing his orgasm. You make sure to really stuff his face, shove your dick in as far as you can as he cums. His cum runs down his hand, covers his hairy tummy, cock throbbing as he strokes himself through it until the stimulation proves to be too much and he has to pull his hand away.
āOhh good boy, you did so good..ā you pull yourself from his mouth and sink to your knees besides him to kiss his face and pet his hair into place.
āMmf, but you didnāt finishā¦ā he pouts a little, peering at you through his lashes. His eyes are shiny, and tear tracks run down his cheeks.
āItās okay baby I had fun anywayā you assure him, moving to take the strap off. But heās persistent and on you as soon as you remove it. He pushes you onto the bed, not hard, you go willingly.
āPlease,ā he sighs, crawling over you. His hands on your thighs, pushing them apart. āI canāt leave you like this, is not fair.ā
His fingers slip against you, sliding between your folds. āI'ma good boy, let me prove it for real.ā
āYeah? Just can't get enough, can you?ā You ask, pressing your thumb to his lips. He sucks it in quickly, suckling on it eagerly trying to prove his point. He really canāt get enough, oral fixation and dumb little subby brain driving him to crave anything in between his lips.
āGo ahead then, good boy.ā He melts at that, eagerly getting into place between your legs. He could spend forever down here, would if you let him. Once he gets his mouth on you, finally tasting you for real, sucking your clit into mouth, hearing the pent up moan you let out, he knows heāll stay down here as long as you let him. He wants nothing more than to make you feel good, to make you cum over and over again on his tongue and when he feels your hand tangle into his hair again, pushing his face harder against you, he knows that's just what heāll do.
Oh of course I know you hehehe so I think youāre gonna like this oooone š¤ Thank you for the support always <3
YOUR BODY IS SO SWEET
Joost x male!reader
Description: Basically, you add the frosting to Joostās muffin top, iykwim š¤ And worship the hell out of his chest and tummy <3
Warnings: Smut (+18 ā¼ļø), anal, nipple play, masturbation, rutting/grinding, belly cum-shot, cum licking, hickies, and biting if u squint
Word count: 1.7k
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Rhythmic thumping noises hammered against the wall, groans and panting making the atmosphere heavy as the smell of sweat mixed with sex. It was downright filthy. The way Joost's moans filled the room as you mercilessly pounded into him. Long legs thrown over your shoulders while cute little gasps and whimpers of pleasure left his lips every time you hit his sweet spot. He was beautiful like this. His tattooed arms rested by his head, allowing you to really see his exposed body. To watch how his tummy jiggled with every move of your hips, how his chest did too. His cock tapping on his fuzzy belly. Untouched - just like you had ordered - and leaking pre-cum all over the hair there. You couldn't help yourself from smearing it on his tummy, listening to his whines as you purposely ignored his aching dick just to play with his pouch.
"Look at this... your belly is the cutest thing!" You commented as you squeezed it a little. "So sexy, all soft and fuzzy..."
Your fingers gathered a bit more of his pre-cum before moving to his perky nipples and using the slick liquid to gently massage them. The combination of your hard thrusts and the teasing to his chest had him turning to putty in your hands.
"And your chest... you're just perfect all over, aren't you?" You rolled a nipple between your fingers, making his moans turn into incoherent babbling. "I know, baby, I know. You have very sensitive nipples, don't you?"
"Please please please, can I touch myself? Please?" He wasn't even registering your words. His mind only making out the soft cooing tone, too desperate to have some kind of attention given to his hard dick.
"Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I-"
He didn't even let you finish, already moving a hand to his needy member and sighing in relief. You smiled at his fucked out yet blissful expression, never stopping the movement of your fingers on his nipple, though.
"I'm close, liefje~" He panted as his strokes began speeding up. "So so so close~ Faster, please~"
You complied, picking up the pace and straight up slamming your hips into him. Your other hand coming up so you could hold both of his breasts. Joost wasn't the only one getting close, but you tried not to come before he did. His pleasure was your priority. You wanted to see his gorgeous blue eyes roll back from your brutal thrusts. But oh how his moans were making it so hard not to spill inside his tight heat already. And that face. Eyebrows furrowed, pleading eyes struggling to stay open and pretty little mouth agape, opening and closing slightly in silent sounds that quickly turned into loud, high-pitched whines. Joost could never stay quiet for long. And you were so glad for it. He always sounded fucking delicious.
"Baby, 'm gonna come, I can't- I'm gonna-" His free hand gripped one of your arms. However, he didn't push it away, allowing you to continue the sweet torture to his sensitive chest.
"Come for me, handsome. Come all over that pretty tummy of yours."
He didn't have to be told twice. In a matter of seconds, his sounds became even louder, tattooed fingers squeezing your arm while his hole did the same to your cock. Then, one after another, white spurts of his sticky cum landed on his belly.
"D-Damn, baby..." You stuttered as you felt your release approaching. "What a- vision." The last word left your lips in a grunt.
Once you were on the verge of spilling, you pulled out from the warm embrace of his walls, straddling him so you could start rutting against his tummy. His cum made it way easier to rub your dick all over the fuzzy, soft skin. And way more erotic. The way you were using his tummy to get off was driving you both insane. Your deep groans harmonized with his weak little whimpers in an aphrodisiac symphony, causing you to hide your face in his neck as you came closer to finishing. Your hands found his breasts again, groping them while the friction quickly drove you over the edge. The heat between your bodies increased as a warm, sticky mess joined his, leaving you panting heavily against his neck.
"Look at what your tummy made me do." You mumbled into his skin, palms starting to lazily move over his chest. "Your gorgeous, sexy tummy."
"I'm starting to think you have some kind of obsession with my tummy." His voice was equally as weak and breathless, but his words made you laugh. You pulled away from his warmth so you could look at him.
"You think?"
"And my chest." He added as you kept kneading it. "Seriously, I feel like you never let go of it." Despite the half-hearted complaint, Joost had a grin on his face.
"Not my fault it's so squishy." You squeezed it for emphasis. "And delicious..." Your head dipped down so you could lick a long stripe across his chest. "My poor thing is all dirty, isn't he? Covered in such a mess." A teasing tongue swirled around one of his nipples. "But don't worry, I'm gonna clean you up real good."
You kept lapping at the sensitive spot, planting some kisses there between your determined licks. The pre-cum from earlier was quickly being replaced by your saliva as you worked on him. Tired whines would leave his lips from time to time - a way of telling you how good he was feeling, as well as overstimulated. After torturing his poor nipple for a while, you moved to the double one, taking it into your mouth and sucking gently. His hand desperately buried in your hair at the sensation, fingers gripping the soft locks as he tried not to squirm too much.
"I love your chest." You said once you took a small break from worshipping it. "Love how big it is, how hairy, how sensitive..." Your thumb rubbed over his double nipple, giving it some more attention. "Especially these." A little smirk crossed your face as you kept teasing the area.
"You're gonna get me hard again." He whined.
"Good. Second round I'll come all over your boobs."
He rolled his eyes at your mischievous expression, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.
"Youāve just cleaned them! Well, let's call that cleaning..."
"That's okay, I don't mind cleaning them again." Your grin just widened. "And I know you also don't mind. In fact, you love it."
"You're a perv!" He laughed. "You and your weird fetishes..."
"It's not a 'weird fetish'. It's just me loving my boyfriend's body. What? Don't tell me I can't."
"Of course you can."
"That's what I thought." You huffed, trying to put on a serious face, but failing miserably.
Your lips returned to his body immediately, kissing his chest some more, and then trailing down his pale skin until they reached his Rayquaza tattoo. Your mouth decided to spend a generous amount of time on it - licking, kissing, sucking... A few drops of both of your releases having made it to the ink on his stomach earlier and now letting their taste be known on your tongue.
"Mmm, what are you doing?"
"Painting Rayquaza." You said between hickies.
"You kinda already did that."
"'M doin' it in a different way now." Your words were barely audible from the way you had your lips pressed to his skin. Red marks - that would soon turn a purple-ish color - starting to appear on it.
Joost didn't stop you nor complained. He just let you proceed with your journey on his body - although, not without squirming a bit. Once you were satisfied with the number of hickies you had left, you moved to his belly, licking the combination of your cum with his and letting out little hums at the taste.
"I love coming on your tummy." You gave it a peck. "It looks even sexier covered in cum. My cum and yours." Your tongue returned to the task at hand, cleaning him up in the most loving way possible.
A tattooed hand buried itself in your hair as he sighed from pleasure. This time, it wasn't tugging on your strands, it wasn't desperate. It was simply resting there, scratching softly and encouraging you to keep worshipping his body. At that, you decided to start kneading the skin. Fingers squeezing and palms massaging it gently, never stopping - even as your mouth pulled away.
"Think you're all cleaned up now." You glanced up before giving another sweet kiss to his belly. "You're so squishyyy!" You suddenly let out through gritted teeth in a cute-aggression way, immediately planting a series of rough pecks all over the fuzzy pouch. "Can I take a bite?"
He giggled, both from the repetitive bumps of your lips to his skin and from your silly question.
"Are you gonna listen to me if I say no?"
"Not really." You grinned, not waiting a second more and literally biting him.
"Ow!" Joost pretended to pout. "Babe!"
"Sorry!" You apologized in a half-hearted way. āCouldnāt help myself.ā
You knew Joost was just being dramatic, whining about how rough you were, when in reality he could never stop the sweet giggles from escaping his mouth. But because you were a good boyfriend who took pity on your adorable one, you began caressing the area you had bitten with little kitten licks.
"There, there... better?"
"Mhm..." He nodded his head, the cute pout still on his lips.
"How about a kiss?" Your mouth met his tummy again in a gentle peck.
"Think I'm gonna need more... it was a really rough bite, you know?" He tried to hide the smile that kept threatening to appear.
"Oh I see..." You answered with one of your own. However, you let yours shine proudly. "More kisses, huh?"
You complied, showering his belly with affection. He melted as you kept worshipping it, eyelids battling to stay open from how relaxed he was - and from how spent you had made him. After a couple of minutes of lavishing Joost with love, you finally noticed how tired you actually were too. You couldn't help but rub your face all over him, sleep getting to you. With a huff, you let your head thump against his belly, cheek pressed to his skin as you surrendered to the feeling. A warm hand searched for yours, and before you even registered the gentle squeeze of his fingers, you fell asleep, lulled by the soft rise and fall of his tummy.
The most comfortable pillow you could ever ask for.
āµ summary: he finally has the courage to ask you out on a date! what could possibly go wrong? better yet, anything could possibly go right!
āµ pairing: alto surebrec x reader āµ wc: 1.4k
āµ notes: returning after months of hiatus. also, the second i saw him in that one panel, i just knew he'd be my new favourite. dead or alive. + divider cr: @uzmacchiato
You both have known each other since your teenage years, and he was known to hold a massive, obvious crush on you. What better way to court you than to ask you to be his valentine?! Though itās not even the right month, heās being extra prepared, so you gotta give him credit for it.
Early in the morning, he came knocking at your door, dressed in his most presentable outfit. Youāre surprised he even bothered to do his hair, or maybe youāre too used to seeing it messy. Yet with a clear view of his face, you finally get to see those blushes coating his cheeks. Wow, heās making you think about your future children already.
āSo, umā Ready to head out?ā He stuttered and cringed internally. He had practised his lines multiple times, but his tongue still betrayed him. You hummed thoughtfully, pretending to give it some thought just to mess with him. Seeing him shifting his weight from one foot to the other, you smiled and took his arm in yours.
As soon as youāre by his side, a big, grateful smile painted his face; you had clearly given him a tiny heart attack with your nonverbal teasing earlier. Itās alright, thatās why he loves you. Seeing you being comfortable with him makes him wonder if itās the right time to court you. Waitā going on a date technically means courting, right? Those books didnāt lie to his face, did they? He sure hopes they didnāt.
After a quick walk, you both arrived at a small bird cafe. They have doves flying in the building, shitting here and there. Thatās not very hygienic, is it? Well, itās too late now cause he had already booked a slot for you two. Throughout the breakfast session, he would talk about his hobbies, and you would tell him yours. You were so engrossed in the yapping that you failed to realise he had held your hand on the table.
āUh oh! Sorry.ā He stammered. Yet instead of letting go of your hand, he gripped it further. Eyes wandering everywhere but to yours. This silly man. You chuckled under your breath and squeezed his hand gently, letting him know that youāre not mad about it. Well, itās not like heās planning to let go, anyway.
Not long after, the waitress arrived with your food. You donāt remember ordering anything, so he had probably set things up beforehand. He thanked the waitress and slide your dessert closer to you. āI hope you like strawberry crepe cake. Iām not sure what to order since itās my first time here, too.ā
You look at the deliciously tempting dessert, yummy! You pulled your hand to grab the spoon, only to realise that he still has yet to let go of your hand. You glance at it, then at him. He had that deep blush on his face again, which could only mean one thing.
āMay Iā¦ feed you?ā
Wow. Heās quite bold for someone so gentle and kind. Youāre not against it, of course. You two have been feeding each other for years, and just because you two arenāt teenagers anymore, it doesnāt mean you would refuse such a generous act from him.
Your long monologue causes him to get the wrong idea. Hesitantly, he let go of your hand and reached for his own spoon. āI shouldnāt be too forceful, my apologies. Letās eat, alright?ā
Then the two of you eat in silence. An awkward silence, mind you. This is making you uncomfortable, and he knows it; yet he couldnāt do anything to fix it. Heās too nervous for godās sake! What if he already fumbled this date? Is his fate sealed to being single? Even worse, what if you actually had a partner and only see him as a best friend?!
Being too occupied with his thought, he almost gasp when he felt your finger on his lips. You told him he got some cream on his cheek, and he thanked you. But then, you did the unexpected and licked the cream off your finger! The same cream that was on his body! Well, his cheek, but the same thing.
To say he was beyond petrified would be an understatement. You could almost see him turn stone still, mouth agape. Who would have thought the mischievous Alto Surebrec could have his heart taken soā¦ soā¦ damningly? Catching himself, he covers his face to stop the happy grin from ruining his face. His smile is something most people donāt like, saying how scary it looks. Does he really look that bad?
A cough from you is all it takes for him to abruptly stand up and bang his head on the table. āWould youā!ā
You blink, second-hand embarrassment beginning to creep in; not only has he gained your complete surprise, but he also managed to turn all eyes in the cafe on you two. How mortifying, perhaps it was a mistake toā
āāBe my valentine and my lifelong partner?!ā
What. Now, it was your turn to be stunned. You wouldāve said yes without a doubt, but why does he need to do all these gestures? Itās like heās begging you to be with him! Besides, Valentine's Day was months ago. Thereās a saying that says youāll be a new you when youāre in love, yet isnāt this overdoing it?
You sighed softly and excused yourselves from the cafe. Though not without reminding a nearby waitress that you two will be coming back soon. The desserts were not even halfway eaten; itād be a great waste to leave them unfinished.
After securing a place where there arenāt many people walking past, you turned to him. Heās fidgeting, face flooded with shame. Youāre about to say something when he opens his mouth.
āIām sorry. I shouldnāt have done that. Itās veryā¦ impulsive of me. Sorry.ā He muttered, not letting go of your hand, as his eyes were glued to the ground. Was he wrong to assume you two shared and harboured the same feelings towards one another? Or was he being delusional all this time? If it is, thenā¦ man, that was embarrassing.
Your silence made him look up. Only to be greeted with a soft kiss to his nose. Dang it! He shouldāve raised his head earlier! Missed opportunity, really. āYou missed.ā His mouth works faster than his brain can register his own words. Soon, he stumbled backwards and clasped both hands to his mouth to stop himself from further self-humiliation.
You laughed lightly at his reaction, wiping drops of tears from your eyes. Heās so cute. āIād be happy.ā
āHuh?ā He let out a confused sound. Completely forgetting his earlier proposal. You raised your hand and showed him a small red heart-shaped box in your palm. Oh shootā! Your ring! He panicked and patted his pocket, realising you mustāve taken the box while he was too absorbed in his thoughts.
āWell?ā You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to do something while heās cornered. Hesitantly, he took the box from your palm and got down on one knee. He takes a deep breath and looks you deep in the eyes.
āI know I messed up earlier, but letās pretend it never happened.ā He begins, earning a giggle from you. āYouāve been my friends through thick and thin, and I realised how much I treasured our moments and struggles together. I do hope we could continue to create more memories, just us two, maybe even more.ā
He smiled, that scary, weird smile again, āI truly love you. Will youā¦ allow me to marry you?ā What is that wording, but you love him either way.
You nodded your head and hugged him tightly as he spun you around, almost dropping you in the process. Too excited, maybe. Then, he sets you down and takes out the small ring from the box. Shakily, he slid it around your finger. It fits perfectly. How does he know your finger size, you wonder.
Looking into your eyes as he holds your hands, he proceeds to plant soft kisses on your hands. Then moving to your cheeks, nose, temple and so on. Heās been wanting to pepper you with kisses and finally! Heās got to do it! This might be the best date in his life, not like he ever had any before. He hoped that when you two are married and are blessed with an offspring, they will be exactly like you.
"if i headshot you three times this game, you send a dick pic."
naoya zenin x f!reader
ā¢ genre: smut, streamer au, enemies-to-lovers
ā¢ content warning: mdni, explicit sexual content, heavy profanity & aggressive/vulgar insults, degradation (kink), rough/aggressive sex, power play, public humiliation
wc: 10, 758 (ao3 link here)
this is a highly explicit work of fiction. reader discretion is strongly advised.
for a chill girl like you, itās too obsessive to be watching naoya zeninās stream on your second screen right now, all while youāre timing your queue with him for the past hour.Ā
his face cam showed the usual look of pure, unadulterated arrogance, his dyed hair messy, and a headset resting over his ears, the other pair of it slid backwards from his ear, showing his piercings there.
he was of course, in the middle of a fucking rant, leaning into his mic to insult a viewer who had the audacity to donate five dollars just to ask for gameplay tips.
ātips? you want tips from me?ā naoya scoffed. āhereās a tip: sell your pc and buy a soul, you fucking loser. donāt ever talk to me like weāre on the same level just because you dropped a fiver.ā
the chat was moving at light speed. half of them were simping for his degradation, and the other half were spamming ālmaoā or āclassic naoya.ā he didnāt give a shit and just refreshed his queue.
youāve been trying to snipe his lobby because you hated this prick. he was talented at valorant, sure, but his personality was a literal biohazard. that made you want to see him lose his mind on stream, and you were petty enough to stay up all night to make it happen.
match found.
the map was bind and you checked the scoreboard immediately.Ā
there he was: āzenin_naoā playing jett, because of course he was.Ā
you picked chamber to counter then cracked your knuckles.Ā
āoh, look at this,ā naoya muttered on stream, squinting at the screen. āanother fanboy in my lobby. āguest_01ā? what a pathetic fucking name. hope youāre ready to get carried or get flamed, iām not in the mood for dead weight.ā
the game loaded in, and before the barriers even dropped, you hit shift+enter.
all [guest_01]: sup, princess. try not to cry on stream when you lose k?
naoya paused, his character frozen for a second as he read it. then he let out a mocking laugh. āthis nobody really has balls. you hear this shit?ā he said to his chat, his eyes widening. āhumble me? you couldnāt humble me if i played with one hand tied behind my back, you little shit.ā
you werenāt done. you knew exactly how to get under the skin of a guy whose ego was his only personality trait.
all [guest_01]: lets make it interesting then.Ā
all [guest_01]: if i headshot you three times this game, you send a dick pic.
the chat erupted.Ā
the scrolling text became a literal series of āOH SHITā, āWTFā, and āCLIP ITā. naoyaās face went from smug to a shade of insulted red in record time. he leaned so close to the camera to the point that his nose was almost touching it.
āyou fucking what?ā he hissed, voice dropping. āyou think youāre funny? iāll fucking hunt you down. iām going to make sure you uninstall this game by the time we hit round twelve. youāre dead, you hear me? youāre fucking dead.ā
the barriers dropped.
naoya played like a demon, fueled by pure spite. he dashed into a-short, looking for an early pick, but you were holding a tight angle with a headhunter.Ā
you didnāt panic one bit, his degradations are nothing on you, he canāt possibly kill you with trash talking you like that.Ā
you waited for that silver hair to peek.
crack.
the kill feed showed your name and a golden crosshair next to his.
all [guest_01]: 1/3.
āfuck!ā naoya slammed his desk and the sound echoed through his shitty mic. āthat was luck! he was holding a pixel, what a fucking rat! stay in your hole, you coward!ā
even now, he addresses you as āheā. just imagine his fucking reaction when he learns youāre a girl whoās clapping his ass.Ā
his chat was losing it, mocking him, which only made him tilt harder.Ā
by round five, he was playing sloppy, overpeeking everything because he was desperate to kill you and tea bag your corpse.
you caught him again on a mid rotation. he tried to updraft over a smoke, and you clipped his head mid-air with a vandal.
all [guest_01]: 2/3. hope youāre picking a good filter, nao-chan.
naoya was vibrating with rage now. he wasnāt even calling out for his team anymore. instead, he was busy cursing at his monitor while his face contorted. āiām going to ruin you! iāll find out who you are and iāll fucking end you! shut up! chat, shut the fuck up before i ban every single one of you!ā
the game went on and your team was winning, mostly because naoya was throwing his life away just to find you. what a pathetic loser.
this time, naoya was tucked in a corner on b-site, waiting. you knew he was there. so you threw a trademark to slow him, then swung wide. he fired and missed by an inch, giving you the opportunity to click.
headshot.
naoyaās face on your second monitor was a deep, humiliated shade of red, his veins were practically popping out of his neck as he glared at the screen. he had just been revived by his sage, only for you to instantly dome him again from across the map with a guardian.
āfuck! are you kidding me with this shit?ā he screamed, slamming his fist onto his desk so hard his webcam shook. āheās cheating! heās definitely fucking cheating! nobody hits those shots on a moving target, i donāt care who you are!ā
the chat was a dumpster fire. they were tagging him, laughing at him, and clip chiming every single death.Ā
naoya was usually the one doing the bullying, so seeing him get systematically dismantled by a ārandomā (worse, is a girl) was high-tier entertainment for his miserable followers.
you leaned into your keyboard as your smirk widened. the ādick picā threat had already turned him into a stuttering mess, but you wanted to see him actually break.
all [guest_01]: youāre playing like a boosted silver, nao.
all [guest_01]: new deal since youāre so easy to hit.
all [guest_01]: if i headshot you one more time this half, the pic isnāt enough. youāre gonna have to go on cam and masturbate for me.
the stream went dead silent for a second. naoya stared at the chat box with his mouth hanging open. he looked genuinely stunned, feeling his ego finally hit a wall. then, the chat exploded into a literal wall of ā???ā and āNO WAYā and āDO ITā.
āyou... you sick fucking freak,ā naoya spat with his trembling voice. āyou think iām some cam girl? you think you can talk to me like that? iām naoya zenin! i'll have your fucking ip tracked before the next round starts!ā
but he didnāt leave the game. he was too prideful to forfeit, and too obsessed with proving he was better than you.
round nine.Ā
bind, defense side.Ā
naoya was playing u-hall, holding the angle with an operator, his hands were visibly shaking on the mouse.Ā
he was terrified that every time he peeked, he was thinking about your threat. he was tilted out of his mind, overthinking every micro movement.
you didnāt even use a real gun now. you pulled out the sheriff and jiggled the corner, baiting out his op shot.Ā
thump.Ā
he missed and the bullet hit the wall behind you.
āfuck! fuck! fuck!ā he yelled, frantically trying to cycle his bolt.
you swung wide and you immediately saw his silver haired jett frantically trying to pull out a pistol. you took a breath, lined up the crosshair with his forehead, and clicked.
pop.
all [guest_01]: 4/3.
all [guest_01]: hope youāve got the lotion ready, princess. iām waiting.
naoya didnāt scream this time. he just slumped back in his expensive gaming chair, staring at the ākilled byā screen with a look of pure, hollowed out defeat. his chat was filled with āCAM ONā and āPAY UPā.
he leaned forward on his face cam and his eyes dark and narrowed. āyou think you won? you think you can just embarrass me like this and walk away?ā he hissed. āiām going to find out who you are. and when i do, iām going to make you regret every single word you typed in that fucking box.ā
he didnāt end the stream immediately. he just sat there, breathing hard, looking like he was debating whether to actually follow through or just smash his monitor into pieces.Ā
all [guest_01]: stop barking and start working that hand, nao-chan. everyoneās waiting.
he let out a jagged, frustrated breath and finally ripped his headset off, throwing it against the wall.Ā
the stream cut to a ātechnical difficultiesā screen, but you knew you had burrowed deep under his skin.Ā
the next evening, you were just lounging in the main menu while your agent was standing idle.Ā
you were scrolling on your phone when suddenly, the notification chime hit.
friend request: zenin_nao
the sight of his username made you wheeze.Ā
the prick actually did it. he probably spent all night scrubbing through the match history and seething.Ā
you clicked accept, and not even three seconds later, the party invite popped up. of course, you joined and the second your icon appeared in his lobby, his voice cracked through the headset.Ā
although he sounded harsh, he was obviously incredibly stressed.
āyou. guest_01. you better have a fucking mic,ā naoya snapped. his voice sounded like he hadnāt slept a wink.
you keyed your mic, leaning back with a grin. ākeep your pants on, nao-chan. iām here.ā
there was a deafening silence.Ā
you could almost hear his brain short-circuiting through the fiber optics.Ā
naoya, the guy who spent his entire career preaching about how women were ānaturally inferiorā at everything from breathing to gaming, just realized he got clapped by a girl.
āfuck... youāre a girl?ā he stuttered. āyouāre kidding me, no fucking way. youāre using a voice changer. thereās no way some bitch hit those shots. you were cheatingā¦ you had to be.ā
ācry harder,ā you laughed, the sound loud and clear. āi clapped you on stream in front of thirty thousand people. you lost the bet. so, are we doing this, or are you a bigger coward than i thought?ā
āshut the fuck up!ā he yelled, though you can feel his embarrassment have doubled now. ālisten to me. iām notā iām not doing that shit on cam. do you have any idea what that would do to my family name?ā
ānot my problem,ā you countered. āyou talked all that trash, called me a ānobodyā, and you said youād ruin me. turns out youāre the one getting ruined by a ānobodyā. pay up, zenin.ā
you heard him pacing. the rustle of his clothes, the heavy, frustrated sighs. he sounded like a cornered animal.
ālook,ā he said, his voice dropping into a low, desperate mumble. āletās... letās negotiate. iāll give you skins. iāll give you whatever fucking radiant points or gift cards you want. iāll even duo with you and carry your ass to immortal. just... drop the bet. tell my chat it was a scripted bit or something.ā
ācarry me?ā you snorted.Ā
this guy is a fucking loser, indeed!Ā
ānao, i carried you in that lobby. your aim is shaky and dogshit. why would i want to duo with a loser?ā
āiām not a loser!ā he barked, slamming something, probably his desk again. āiām the best player on this fucking server! you just got lucky! fine, you want something else? money? i have more money than youāll ever see in your pathetic life. name a price to shut your mouth.ā
you let out a low, amused laugh, leaning back in your chair as you listened to the frantic tapping of his fingers against a desk.Ā
āmoney is boring, naoya. i want you to actually stick to your word for once in your pathetic life. you lost. and now the whole internet is waiting to see if the great naoya zenin is a liar or a man of his word.ā
āiām not a fucking liar!ā he exploded. ābut iām not doing it on stream! do you have any idea how many people are watching? if i do that shit on cam, itās over. my career, my family name, everythingā gone because of some bratty girl who got lucky with a vandal.ā
he paused, and you could hear him taking a shaky, sharp breath.Ā
he sounded like he was pacing his room, cornered and frantic.
ālook,ā he muttered, his voice dropping into a cautious tone. āiāll... iāll do it. but not over the internet. iām not giving you a recording you can blackmail me with for the rest of my life. iām not that fucking stupid.ā
your eyebrows shot up. āoh? youāre suggesting a meetup? thatās bold for a guy who just got his ego trashed.ā
āshut up,ā he snapped. āi have a private suite in the city. itās safe there. no cameras, no recording devices. you come there, i do what you want, and then we never speak again. you delete the chat logs, you tell your friends it was a joke, and weāre done.ā
you couldnāt help but laugh. āa private suite? naoya, do i look stupid? how do i know youāre not just planning to have me kidnapped or some shit to save your reputation? youāre a prick, i wouldnāt put it past you.ā
the silence on the other end lasted for a few seconds before he let out a insulted scoff.Ā
ākidnapped? you think iām some low life criminal? iām a zenin. i have more pride in my pinky finger than you have in your entire body. if i wanted you gone, iād have bought your house and turned it into a parking lot by now.ā
he sounded genuinely offended, his elitist pride flaring up.Ā
āi donāt need to kidnap a girl to win an argument. iām giving you my word because iām a man who doesnāt owe anyone shit, especially not a coward whoās scared to meet me face-to-face. iāll send you the address and the keycode. you show up, or you admit youāre just a loud mouthed bitch whoās too scared to collect her prize.ā
you could practically hear the smug, challenging smirk returning to his face.Ā
he was backed into a corner, but he was still trying to find a way to make it look like he was the one in control.
āfine,ā you said. āsend the address.ā
the address was for a high-rise penthouse indeed.Ā
you rode the elevator up in silence and when the doors dinged open, you walked straight to the suite number heād sent.Ā
you didnāt even knock, you just punched in the code and youāre in.Ā
the place was spacious and clean.Ā
filled with expensive furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and naoya standing by a white marble kitchen island.Ā
he was wearing a designer sweater, looking like he was posing for a magazine cover, but his knuckles were white where he was gripping the edge of the counter.
he turned around, ready to spit out some elitist insult about how āuglyā or āpatheticā you probably were, but the words died in his throat.Ā
his eyes traveled from your boots up to your face, and his smug expression didnāt just fade, it transformed into an obvious wide-eyed bafflement.
āyouā¦ā he trailed off, his jaw tightening.Ā
he clearly expected a stereotypical girl he could bully in person.Ā
but instead, he was looking at someone who looked like they actually had a life outside of a discord server.Ā
āyouāre guest_01? no fucking way.ā
āwhat? disappointed i donāt have a neckbeard, princess?ā you smirked, tossing your bag onto his overpriced sofa.Ā
you didnāt give him a second to recover. āiām not here to small talk. iāve got things to do. strip. now.ā
naoya flinched. ādonātā donāt talk to me like that! you think you can just walk into my house and start ordering me around?ā
āthe bet was the bet, naoya. you lost. your pride is already in the trash, donāt make me wait.ā
he went to open his mouth, but a sharp knock at the door interrupted him.Ā
when it opened, one of his helpers, a guy in a suit who looked more like a bodyguard, stepped in.Ā
naoya cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of authority.
āyour phone, please,ā the guy said, holding out a hand toward you.
āand any recording devices,ā naoya added. āheās going to take your electronics to the other room. if you want this to happen, you play by my rules. iām not having a single pixel of this recorded.ā
you rolled your eyes, pulling your phone and your smartwatch off and dropping them into the guyās hand.Ā
as the door closed and the bodyguard left with your stuff, you turned back to naoya and let out a mocking laugh.
āare you fucking serious right now?ā you stepped closer, watching him instinctively take a half-step back. āa bodyguard, naoya? really? youāre such a fucking baby. youāre so terrified of a girl that you need a grown man to hold my phone for you? god, youāre even more pathetic in person than you are on stream.ā
naoyaās eyes flashed with pure, unadulterated rage. āiām being careful! iām not taking any chances with my reputation.ā
āyour reputation is already āguy who got gapped by a girlā,ā you countered, crossing your arms. ānow stop stalling and get those clothes off. or do i need to call your guard back in to help you unzip your pants since youāre clearly too shaking to do it yourself?ā
his teeth literally grinded together.Ā
he reached for the hem of his sweater, his fingers twitching. āiām going to make you regret this,ā he hissed, though the way he wouldnāt meet your eyes told a completely different story.
you walked over to a leather armchair positioned perfectly opposite the island and dropped into it, crossing your legs. you leaned your chin on your hand, watching him strip his clothes for you.
āwell?ā you prompted. āiām waiting, nao-chan. clocks ticking.ā
naoya let out a frustrated snarl, his fingers trembling as he gripped the hem of his designer sweater and yanked it over his head.Ā
his hair was a mess, falling over his eyes as he tossed the garment onto the marble floor.
you had to admit, the prick was built.Ā
he wasnāt just some skinny gamer who lived on energy drinks; his chest was lean but defined, with pale, smooth skin and sharp collarbones.Ā
his abs were tight, a clear v-line disappearing into the waistband of his expensive trousers.Ā
he looked like a goddamn model, and the realization that he actually took care of himself made the humiliation of the situation ten times more potent.
āstop... stop staring at me like that,ā he hissed, his voice cracking as he reached for his belt.
he stepped out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.Ā
he was stalling, his face a deep, bruised red, but he couldnāt fill your silence with his usual trash talk. he eventually hooked his thumbs into the elastic of his boxers and pushed them down, kicking them away with a jerky, humiliated movement.
your breath hitched in your throat, and for the first time since you entered the room, the smug comment you had ready upon seeing his dick died on your tongue.
the guy was fucking massive.Ā
even when soft, he was heavy and thick, hanging with a weight that felt completely at odds with his lean, lithe frame.Ā
as he stood there, completely exposed and shivering from the vulnerability, you felt a sudden, traitorous throb between your own thighs.Ā
you canāt believe youāre actually wetting yourself from the mere sight of his private part.Ā
you had come here to ruin him, to laugh at him, but looking at him like this; packing like a monster, made you feel on edge too.
āyouāre... youāre a freak,ā naoya muttered, though his eyes were glued to the floor, unable to meet your gaze.Ā
he was shaking, obviously because his pride was at war with the biological reality of being naked in front of a girl who had just spent the last forty-eight hours destroying his ego.
you shifted in the chair, feeling the wetness of your own underwear, your heart hammering against your ribs.Ā
āyou talk a lot of shit for someone who looks like that, naoya,ā you said, your voice a little huskier than you intended. āare you just going to stand there and let me admire the view, or are you going to start?ā
he finally looked up, his golden-brown eyes narrowed and wet with frustrated tears, his chest heaving. āi hate you,ā he whispered, his hand finally reaching down to wrap around himself.Ā
his fingers could barely even close around the girth of it. āi fucking hate you so much.ā
āgood,ā you breathed, leaning forward, your eyes fixed on his hand. ānow show me what those hands can do, princess.ā
naoyaās hand finally closed around himself. it was fucking absurd, his body was lean and wiry, built like an athlete, but between his legs, he was carrying a monster.Ā
the head was already peeking out, pink and thick, and as he started to move his hand in a slow stroke, the skin stretched tight over the shaft, revealing the pulsing veins that made your own pussy throb in sync with his heartbeat.
ālook at you,ā you purred, leaning so far forward in the chair that you could smell the expensive cologne still clinging to his bare skin. āyouāre shaking, nao-chan. is the big, bad streamer scared of a little audience? or is it just because you know how much of a pathetic slut you look like right now, naked and jerking off because a girl told you to?ā
āshut the fuck up,ā he hissed, his voice dropping into a strained rasp.Ā
he was starting to get hard, and as he did, the size of him became even more terrifying.Ā
his dick was lengthening, thickening until it the tip was weeping a bead of pre-cum.Ā
āiām only doing this so youāll leave me the fuck alone. donātā fuckā donāt think this means anything.ā
āit means everything,ā you countered, your hand sliding down between your own thighs, feeling the soaked fabric of your panties.Ā
you were fucking dripping while watching his dick slide in and out of his grip, seeing the way his abs rippled with every strained breath, was making you lose your goddamn mind.Ā
āit means youāre my bitch. every time you go live from now on, every time you talk shit to some kid in chat, youāre gonna remember sitting here like a dog, tossing your own salad for me.ā
naoyaās eyes snapped to yours, full of pure, concentrated hatred, but his body was betraying him.Ā
his strokes were getting faster, more desperate. the slapping sound of his palm hitting his own thighs was loud and echoing in the room.Ā
he was fully erect now, making his dick look like it would split you in half if he ever got his hands on you.Ā
the sight of it made a fresh wave of wetness burst from your pussy, soaking your seat.
fuck.
āyou like it, don't you?ā he suddenly spat.Ā
he defininitely saw the way your eyes were glued to his cock, and they way you keep shifting in your seat.Ā
āyouāre fucking soaking wet just looking at me. youāre probably just some lonely bitch who sniped my game because you wanted a piece of this, didnāt you? youāre pathetic.ā
āmaybe,ā you whispered, not even bothering to deny it as you watched him pump that massive dick, his thumb rubbing over the head. ābut at the end of the day, iām the one sitting in the chair, and youāre the one performing like a circus animal. keep going, princess. i want to see you blow that load all over your expensive floor. i want to see how much of a mess a prick like you makes.ā
naoya let out a choked, broken sound, his head tossing back as his pace became faster.Ā
he was close, his entire body tensing up, muscles popping in his arms and chest as he neared the edge, his cock twitching violently in his hand.
naoya was losing his fucking mind.Ā
he was flushed from his chest up to his ears, a mess of sweat and pure, raw humiliation. every time his palm slapped against the base of his throbbing cock, heād let out a little grunt that he tried to swallow down.
you didnāt stay in the chair as well. you canātā¦
you wanted to make him feel shit as much as you can, to make sure he understands that you were the one totally in control right nowā¦ and that heās just your little bitch with a show right now.Ā
you stood up slowly and walked over to him until you were standing right in his personal space.Ā
the smell of his pre-cum hit you immediately.
āyouāre losing steam, princess,ā you whispered, circling him. āhonestly, this is getting a little boring. i thought the great naoya zenin would be a lot more into this. are you not horny enough? or is your dick just too big for your tiny ego to handle?ā
āshutā fuckā shut up,ā he gasped, his eyes blown out and hazy as he stared at your waist. āiām... iām almostā¦ā
āalmost isnāt good enough,ā you interrupted, stepping directly in front of him. ādo i really have to do everything for you? do i have to actually put in effort to get this pathetic little streamer in the mood?ā
you reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt, the one heād discarded earlier, and tossed it aside, then leaned in.Ā
you pressed your chest right against his face.Ā
and he immediately realized that you werenāt wearing a bra, and the soft weight of your breasts smothered his mouth and nose, burying him in your scent.
naoya made a muffled, strangled sound against your skin, his hands pausing on his dick for a split second before he absolutely lost it.Ā
you shoved his face deeper into your cleavage, allowing his nose to brush against the underside of your tits as he let out a long, shaky moan.Ā
āthere we go,ā you cooed, your hands reaching down to cup the back of his head, forcing him even deeper into your chest. āis that better, nao-chan? feel how wet i am for you? itās almost a waste to let all that go to the floor, isnāt it?ā
the contact turned him into an animal.Ā
his grip on his cock became frantic as he buried his face in your tits like a starving man, turning his muffled moans into desperate, shaky whimpers.Ā
āthatās it,ā you hissed, feeling your own pussy clench and leak another wave of juice down your legs as he nuzzled frantically between your breasts. āshow me what a pathetic, needy dog you are. cum for me, naoya. blow it all over yourself while you hide your face like a coward.ā
he couldnāt hold back anymore.Ā
with one final, deep groan, his body went rigid.Ā
he slammed his hand down the length of his cock one last time, and a thick, hot jet of cum erupted from the tip, hitting his own stomach and the floor.Ā
he kept shooting, ropes of white splattering everywhere as his massive dick convulsed wildly in his hand.
he stayed buried in your breasts long after he finished, his breath hot and shaky against your skin, his body trembling as the post-nut clarity and the crushing weight of his own humiliation finally started to sink in.
you stood there for a moment, just feeling his breath against your skin as he slumped against you, completely spent.Ā
his dick was still twitching in his hand, while he kept his face buried between your tits like he was trying to hide from the reality of what just happened.
you let out a mocking laugh and reached down, running your fingers through his messy hair, tugging just enough to force him to look up at you.Ā
his face was a disaster; flushed, eyes glassy and blown out, and his lips parted as he gasped for air.
ālook at you,ā you giggled. āsuch a good, obedient little boy. you did exactly what i told you to do, nao-chan.ā
he tried to scowl, tried to find some remnant of that sharp-tongued prick he was on stream, but he couldnāt find the words.Ā
he was too far gone. āi... i fucking hate you,ā he managed to wheeze out, though his hands were still resting weakly on your hips, keeping you close.
āshhh,ā you whispered, leaning down. āyouāve earned a little reward.ā
you didnāt give him a choice.Ā
you pressed your lips to his, and for a split second, he froze, his brain probably screaming at him to pull away.Ā
but then his ego snapped. he let out a desperate moan into your mouth, then his hands went up to cup your face with a violent sort of need.
it wasnāt a sweet kiss. you wouldnāt call it sweet if you shoved your tongue into his mouth, right?Ā
naoya met you head-on, his tongue fighting yours, twisting as he tried to reclaim some shred of dominance. he was devouring you, his fingers digging into your cheeks.
when you finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected your lips before breaking.Ā
naoya looked absolutely wrecked, his chest heaving, his eyes darting to your mouth as his head instinctively leaned forward to chase you, begging for more without saying a word.
āstay,ā you commanded, stepping back and watching his face fall. āand clean up your mess. iām leaving.ā
later that evening, you were curled up on your bed, scrolling through the clips of his ātechnical difficultiesā stream from the day before. the comments were still a war zone of people wondering if heād actually followed through on the bet.
your phone buzzed on the nightstand.Ā
a message from an unsaved number.
[unknown]: youāre a fucking witch. i donāt know what you did to me.
[unknown]: my dick is still hard. fuck.
you smiled.Ā
because he was clearly obsessed.Ā
the arrogant, untouchable naoya zenin was officially on a leash, and he was the one pulling on it.
[you]: ready for round two, princess? or do you need to buy more lotion first?
itās been a few weeks since that night in the penthouse, and the internet is basically in a state of permanent cardiac arrest.Ā
naoyaās stream schedule has completely changed and started revolving around yours.Ā
he went from swearing heād have you banned and erased from the face of the earth to being in your lobby every single fucking day.
whatās even funnier is thatā¦
the first time he admitted it on stream, he looked like he wanted to swallow a grenade.Ā
āyeah, itās the same bitch,ā he had spat at his chat, his face turning that familiar shade of red. āsheās annoying as hell, but sheās the only one in this game who can keep up with my utility. shut up about the bet, or iām banning the next ten people who type ādick picā.ā
now, itās just your routine.Ā
not only you, in fact.Ā
but his too.Ā
youāre sitting at your desk, headset on, watching his face cam on your second monitor as you both queue for another match.
ābuy me a vandal, nao,ā you sweetly demanded with a breathy whisper.Ā
ābuy it yourself, you lazy brat,ā naoya snaps, though heās already clicking the buy button for you. āiām top fragging. i shouldnāt be funding your shitty habits.ā
the game starts, and youāre playing sage.
ironic, considering how much he hates being āsubservientā.Ā
so youāre now following his jett around, walling off his flanks and keeping his health topped off while he dashes around like a maniac.
āheal! heal me now!ā he shot called as he ducks behind a crate with 12 hp.
āwhatās the magic word, princess?ā you tease, holding the orb just out of range. āyou know the rules. every time i save your ass, you bark for me. come on, let me hear it.ā
āi am not fucking barking on stream!ā naoya yells. he looks at his camera, seeing the chat spamming dog emojis. āget away from me! iād rather die and lose the round than give you the satisfaction, you psycho!ā
āsuit yourself,ā you chuckle, watching his health bar blink red. āguess youāll just have to watch me top frag instead.ā
he lets out a frustrated sound, more like a half growl and half whimper and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like a āwoofā under his breath just as you click the heal.
āgood boy,ā you purr.
the third teammate, a guy playing omen, finally chimes in.Ā
heās been quiet all game, but clearly, heās heard enough.Ā
āyo, sage... youāre actually hilarious. and your aim is cracked. you got a discord or something? i feel like weād actually vibe way better than you and this loud mouthed clown.ā
naoyaās character stops dead in its tracks.Ā
on the cam, his eyes narrow into slits, and he leans so close to his mic.
āwho the fuck are you talking to?ā naoya hisses, his voice dropping, a sign when heās about to lose it. ādid i ask for your input, you bottom-fragging piece of shit? sheās with me. pay attention to the map and keep your fucking mouth shut while we carry your heavy ass.ā
āchill, man,ā the omen laughs, oblivious to the fact that naoya is actually vibrating with rage. āiām just saying, sheās a vibe. hey, guest_01, you ever played with a guy who doesnāt scream every five seconds? i could show you a much better time.ā
naoyaās face is a mask of pure, unadulterated jealousy.Ā
he isnāt even looking at the game anymore; heās glaring at the team chat. āget out,ā he snaps. āhey! i said shut the fuck up! sheās mine! weāre in a duo for a reason, you desperate little rat! if you say one more word to her, iāll find out where you live and personally make sure you never have internet access again!ā
ājealous, nao-chan?ā you ask mockingly. āheās being much nicer to me than youāve ever been.ā
āiām not jealous!ā he screams at the monitor. āi just hate losers! and youā you donāt talk to anyone else! youāre my pocket sage, and if i catch you giving that omen a single drop of utility, iām ending the stream!ā
the chat is absolutely losing it.Ā Ā
āHEāS OBSESSEDā and āJEALOUS NAOYAā scrolling so fast in his stream chat.Ā
heās completely exposed himself, and the best part is, heās too mad to even realize how much heās admitting.
the game ended with naoya nearly popping a blood vessel, and ten minutes later, you were both in a private discord channel with him.Ā
the green light next to his name flickered as he unmuted.Ā
āyouāre such a fucking headache,ā he spat. āwhy didnāt you mute him? you just sat there and let that pathetic loser flirt with you. you probably liked it, didnāt you? getting attention from someone who doesnāt know what a massive pain in the ass you actually are.ā
āoh, absolutely,ā you hummed, leaning back and spinning in your chair. āhe was sweet, naoya. he called me a āvibeā and he complimented my aim. when was the last time you called me anything other than a ābratā or a āpsychoā? maybe i shouldāve given him my discord. he sounded like he actually knows how to treat a girl.ā
ādonāt you fucking dare,ā naoya hissed. āyouāre not giving your discord to some bottom fragging nobody. youāre stuck with me.ā
āyou sound so insecure when youāre jealous, nao-chan. itās cute,ā you teased, enjoying the way he let out a frustrated breath. āit makes me wonder how youāre going to act next month. or did you not check your email yet?ā
there was a pause, the sound of aggressive clicking filling the silence. āthe valorant invitational expo?ā he muttered, his voice shifting from angry to annoyed. āthe one in the city? of course iām invited. iām the face of the regional server. waitā¦ā
another pause. you could practically see the gears grinding in his head.
ādonāt tell me,ā he groaned. ādonāt tell me they invited a random like you just because you sniped me on stream.ā
ānot a random, naoya. the top-ranked female player on the server,ā you corrected him. āthey want us there for a showmatch. theyāre even putting our booths right next to each other. isnāt that sweet?ā
āiām going to kill someone,ā naoya whispered, but he did not exactly sound angry. ātwo days of being stuck next to you? with cameras everywhere? with fans watching? i wonāt be able to say half the shit i want to say to you.ā
āis that right?ā you laughed. āand what exactly is it that you want to say to me, naoya? or better yet, what do you want to ādoā to me? because the last time we were in a room together, you were the one with your face buried in my chest, crying like a baby while you came all over your floor.ā
āi was notā! shut the fuck up!ā he screamed, his voice cracking. āthat was a one-time thing! a moment of weakness! if you bring that up at the expo, i will personally make sure you never see the light of day again!ā
āhmm, weāll see,ā you said, clicking your tongue. ābut just so you know, iām wearing a sundress to the event. the kind thatās real easy to slide up.ā
the silence on the other end was deafening. you could hear his shallow, shaky breathing, the sound of a man who was once again realizing he was completely and utterly fucked.
āyouāre fucked up in the head,ā he finally choked out. āiām going to make your life a living hell at that expo. just wait.ā
āiām looking forward to it, princess,ā you whispered. ādonāt forget to pack the lotion. youāre gonna need it.ā
then the day of the expo arrived.Ā
the convention center was a zoo, filled with the smell of expensive cooling fans and energy drinks.Ā
you could hear the loud cheer of the crowd from the main stage, but you were currently focused on the back entrance.Ā
you walked toward the āpro playerā lounge, and as soon as you pushed the doors open, you spotted him.Ā
naoya was surrounded by staff, looking bored and arrogant wearing a custom jersey.Ā
he was in the middle of sipping from a bottled water when his eyes landed on you.
naoya actually choked.Ā
he sputtered, water spraying down the front of his expensive shirt as he coughed violently.Ā
the staff around him scrambled to help, but he shoved them away, his eyes locked on you, specifically on the way the sundress clung to your hips and the deep dip of the neckline.
āyouā¦ā he wheezed, his face rapidly turning a shade of red. āwhat the fuck are you wearing? this is a professional event, not aāā
ānot a what, naoya?ā you asked, walking right up to him and patting his chest with a smirk. āyou look a little hot. is the air conditioning not working in here, or are you just happy to see me?ā
he looked like he wanted to scream and pull you into a closet at the same time. āyouāre doing this on purpose,ā he hissed, leaning down so only you could hear him over the noise of the convention. āyou look like a bratty little slut. everyoneās staring at you. i canāt even stand up right now because of you.ā
āgood,ā you whispered back, giving him a wink before heading toward the booths.
the day was a series of interviews and showmatches.Ā
naoya was a mess; every time you leaned over to check your monitor or reached up to adjust your headset, his aim would go to shit, causing his chat to have a field day, clipping every time he got distracted by you sitting just a few feet away.
once the first day wrapped up and the players were heading to their respective hotels. naoya was at the curb, waiting for his private car, looking exhausted and tense.
āwhereās your ride?ā he muttered as you walked up to him, your small suitcase trailing behind you. āyour hotel is on the other side of the district, isnāt it?ā
āwas,ā you corrected him, popping the trunk of his car before he could protest and tossing your bag inside. āi decided my room was too lonely. iām staying with you.ā
naoyaās jaw dropped. āthe fuck you are! i didnāt agree to this! you canāt justāā
āi can and i am,ā you said, sliding into the back seat and patting the spot next to you. āunless you want me to tell your manager why you were vibrating so hard during the third round of the showmatch. get in, nao-chan. we have a lot to talk about, and i donāt think a discord call is going to cut it tonight.ā
the drive to the hotel was silent, mostly because naoya looked like he was one comment away from a total meltdown.Ā
his hand was resting on his lap, and you could see the way his knuckles were white, his eyes darting toward your legs every time the streetlights hit the car window.
the second the door to his suite clicked shut, he turned on you, slamming his hand against the wood next to your head.
āyouāre a menace,ā he growled darkly. āyou show up in that dress, you humiliate me in front of my fans, and now youāre invading my room? you really think you can just keep pushing me like this without any consequences?ā
āiām counting on the consequences, naoya,ā you said, reaching up to trail a finger along the collar of his jersey. āyouāve been acting so tough all day. why donāt you show me if youāre still a good boy when the cameras are off?ā
he let out a jagged sound, his pride finally snapping as he grabbed your waist and hauled you flush against him.Ā
you could feel the hard ridge of his dick pressing into your stomach, even through the fabric of your dress.
āiām going to ruin you,ā he whispered against your lips. āiām going to make sure you canāt even walk to the booth tomorrow.ā
he slammed you back against the door, crashing his mouth onto yours violently.Ā
there was no teasing this time, no slow build-up. whatās left is just his raw, frantic need.Ā
he groaned into your throat as his hands flew to your chest, grabbing your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress.
āfuck,ā he rasped against your lips, mounding your breast. āiāve been wanting to rip these out of this goddamn dress since the second you walked into the lounge. you fucking brat.ā
āahā nao, waitāā you gasped, but the protest was swallowed by his tongue forcing its way back into your mouth.Ā
it was a messy, wet war between your tongues; fighting for space while you scrambled at the zipper of his jersey. your nails dug into his shoulders, pulling at the fabric.
naoya didnāt have the patience for zippers, so he hooked his fingers into the neckline of your sundress and yanked downward with a sharp rrip.Ā
the yellow fabric gave way, tearing down the middle and exposing your bare tits. he let out a jagged breath at the sight, his eyes dark and blown out.
āoh yes... look at you,ā he hissed, his hands immediately cupping your breasts, and rolling his thumbs over your nipples until you let out a sharp, high pitched āah!ā
you didnāt stay still either.Ā
you fought back, yanking his jersey over his head and tossing it somewhere.Ā
your hands went straight for his belt, your fingers fumbling with the buckle in your haste. āget... get this off, naoya! fuck, youāre so slow!ā
āshut up!ā he growled, biting down on your bottom lip so hard you tasted the tang of blood.Ā
you bit him back, your teeth catching on his lip as you finally freed his dick from his pants.Ā
it sprang out, already standing proud and throbbing, slamming the head against your stomach.
he was fucking huge, even bigger and harder than you remembered, the thick veins pulsing against your skin. āuhm... god, naoya,ā you moaned, your head tossing back against the door as he buried his face in your neck, leaving dark, bruised marks.
his hand slid down, his fingers roughly pushing aside your lace panties until he found your pussy.
Ā you were a complete mess, dripping wet and your juices immediately coated his fingers the second he touched you.
āyouāre soaking,ā he muttered. ālook at how much of a slut you are for me. youāre practically leaking all over the floor.ā
āfuck you, naoya! ahā right there!ā you cried out as he shoved two fingers deep inside you while his thumb grinding against your clit.Ā
you were clenching around him, your walls pulsing with a desperate need to be filled by the real thing.Ā
āstop talking and... and put it in. i want it now.ā
he let out a low, animalistic sound, his teeth grazing over your collarbone.Ā
he was shaking, his pride is completely gone, replaced by a twitching need to claim you. his massive dick was rubbing against your wet slit, smearing pre-cum all over your folds.
naoya didnāt let you breathe.Ā
before you could even process the weight of him against the door, he hooked his arms under your thighs and hauled you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.Ā
your torn dress hanging off your hips in shreds as he stumbled toward the bed, tripping over his own discarded pants. he threw you onto the mattress, but he didnāt give you a second to recover.
āyouāve been running your mouth all day,ā he rasped, licking his lips. ātime to put it to better use.ā
he stood at the edge of the bed, leveling his throbbing dick which was already standing tall and angry. he reached down, fisting his fingers into your hair and pulling your head toward him.Ā
āsuck it. i want to feel how much you missed me.ā
you didnāt need to be told twice. you leaned forward, darting your tongue out to lick the length of himt.Ā
when you finally took him into your mouth, you let out a muffled āuhm!ā the sheer length of him made your jaw ache instantly.
naoya let out a long, shaky groan, his hand tightening in your hair, forcing you deeper onto him.Ā
āfuck... yes, just like that. youāre so good at this, aren't you? ah! fuck, your tongueā!āĀ
he was even thrusting his hips instinctively, his breath coming in jagged hitches as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock.Ā
he held your head in place like he was holding on for his dear life just from the sensation of you giving him a head, his body vibrating with the effort not to blow his load right then and there.
but you werenāt done being the one in control.Ā
you pulled back with a wet pop, looking up at him with a defiant, hungry smirk.Ā
before he could complain, you shoved him back onto the pillows and crawled over him. you positioned yourself over his face, your dripping, swollen pussy hovering just inches from his mouth.Ā
you could see his eyes widen, his breath hitching as the scent of your own juices hit him.
āsit on me,ā he choked out, his hands reaching up to grab your ass, fingers digging into your skin. ādo it, fuck, i want to taste you.ā
you lowered yourself slowly and your wet slit pressed firmly against his lips. āah! yes... fuck, naoya!ā you cried out as his tongue immediately lashed out, making sure heās darting deep inside you.Ā
he was eating you like a starving man, kissing your pussy sensually while swirling his tongue up and down your clit. constantly teasing and constantly sucking at the same time.Ā
āuhmā! ah! right there, nao! fuck!ā you arched your back, your hands clutching the headboard as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his fingers reaching around to pull your cheeks apart so he could get even deeper.Ā
the sensation was overwhelming, his tongue was literally making your pussy lick more from licking to sucking.Ā
heās making you see stars while your pussy is clenching rhythmically, splashing more of your juice onto his face.
āyou taste... so fucking good,ā he managed to gasp out between licks, his voice muffled by your folds. āah! fuck, look at how much youāre leaking for me. youāre a fucking mess. youāre my bitch, you got that?!ā
āshut up and... ah! keep going! yes! ah! ah! ah!ā you were losing it, your entire body was shaking as the first wave of an orgasm started to build up, and your internal muscles squeezing tightly around nothing while naoya continued to devour you with a relentless hunger.
it did not take a while before you were screaming stop and holding his face back, forcing him to stop licking because you were literally about to pee on his face.Ā
the sensation was too much and it was tickling your sexual soul so much that his tongue was doing you all the favors that him eating you out felt much greater than when you were touching yourself.Ā
he ate your clit and inserted his tongue inside your pussy with intent and naoya didnāt even give you a second to breathe after you came on his face.Ā
he growled and grabbed your hips, flipping you over onto your back violently.Ā
he was panting, his face smeared with your juices, his hair a mess, and his massive dick was throbbing so hard it looked like it was about to split skin.
āyouāre such a loud-mouthed brat,ā he hissed as he pinned your wrists above your head. āthink you can handle this? think youāre big enough for me, guest_01?ā
he didnāt wait for an answer and just positioned the broad head of his cock against your dripping entrance. you immediately felt the tip of him, thick and blunt, pushing against your folds, and as he began to drive forward, you let out a sharp, strangled āah! ah! fuck, naoya!ā
your pussy was being stretched to its absolute limit.Ā
you could feel the walls of your vagina being forced apart, the skin of your entrance pulled taut while your hole adjusted around the size of him.Ā
it felt like you were being filled to the brim, every nerve ending in your slit screaming as he buried himself deep inside you in one long, relentless shove.
āuhmā! god, youāre... youāre fucking huge,ā you gasped, your head tossing back against the pillows. āyouāre trying to... ah! break me, arenāt you? you pathetic... arrogant... prick!ā
āshut your mouth!ā naoya snapped, though his own breath was hitching in his throat.Ā
he started to move, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in.
āyouāre so tight... fuck! itās like you were made to be stretched out by me. admit it, you fucking love being filled like this.ā
he wasnāt just hitting you; he was hitting everything.Ā
because of his size and the angle he was driving at, his dickās head was hooking right against your g-spot with every single thrust.
āah! yes! right there! oh god, fuck!ā you cried out, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him even deeper. āyouāre hitting it... ah! ah! donāt stop, you bastard! keep going!ā
āiāll stop when i say so!ā he barked, his eyes narrowed with a mix of lust and pride as he watched your face contort in pleasure.Ā
he was hammering into you frantically, just freely letting his massive dick slide through your entrance, creating the sound of loud and vulgar squelch from your wetness. ālook at you... moaning like a slut. whoās the winner now, guest_01? whoās owning who?ā
āuhmā! youāre still a bitch, naoya!ā you choked out, even as your pussy clenched violently around him, milked by the sheer size of his shaft. āyouāre just a... ah! ah! a big-dicked bitch! fuck! right there! ah!ā
the insults were getting drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin and the frantic moans escaping your lips.Ā
naoya was losing his cool too as he felt your internal muscles squeezing him, begging for more.Ā
he buried his face in the crook of your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth as he delivered deep, punishing stabs that made your vision go blurry.
āiām gonna... fuck... iām gonna cum so deep inside you,ā he groaned, his voice breaking. āyouāre gonna be full of me all through the expo tomorrow. everyoneās gonna see you and know... ah! fuck! know exactly what i did to you!ā
ādo it then!ā you screamed, your nails digging into his back, drawing blood as your own climax began to build again, triggered by the relentless pounding against your g-spot. āfill me up, naoya! ah! ah! yes! fuck! now!ā
naoya wasnāt satisfied with just hearing you scream from underneath him.Ā
as soon as you peaked, your walls twitching and milking him with desperate, wet clenches, he let out a jagged growl.Ā
he didnāt pull out; instead, he grabbed your waist with bruising force and hauled you upward, flipping you onto your hands and knees in one motion.
your pussy felt wide and raw, still throbbing from the stretch, but he didnāt give you a second to adjust.Ā
he reached forward, his fingers fisting into your hair and yanking your head back so your spine arched, pushing your ass high into the air.
āyou think youāve had enough?ā he hissed into your ear. āi told you i was going to ruin you. weāre just getting started.ā
he lined his massive cock up with your opening and slammed with a single, violent thrust.
āah! fuck! naoya!ā you shrieked, your chest hitting the mattress as the sheer force of the impact rattled your entire frame.Ā
taking him from behind felt completely different. he was hitting even deeper in this position, maybe until your stomach now, you don;t fucking know. all you know was heās fucking tipping your pussy apart with his thick shaft sliding through the pool of your combined juices with loud squelch.
āuhmā! god, itās too... itās too deep!ā you gasped, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets as he started to drill deeper into you.Ā
he was relentless, his hips snapping forward arrogantly and every time he bottomed out, his balls slapped against you.
naoya was a maniac.Ā
he kept a firm grip on your hair, using it to control the angle as he hammered away at your g-spot. ālook at this mess you made,ā he mocked as he watched his thick, veiny dick disappear inside you and pull out covered in your cum from earlier. āyouāre so fucking wet. youāre begging for it, arenāt you? ah! fuck, you're so tight, i can barelyāah!ā
āshut up and... ah! ah! just keep hitting it!ā you cried out, your head tossing. āyou talk too much... uhm! yes! right there! fuck, naoya, harder! slam into me like you mean it, you prick!ā
āyou want it harder?!ā he barked, his ego flaring at the challenge.Ā
but he still increased the pace, his thrusts becoming short stabs that sent sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your brain. āiāll give it to you... ah! iāll give you exactly what you deserve! hm fuck yeah..ā
you were losing your mind from the sensation of his massive cock filling you completely, combined with the sharp pull on your hair and the vulgar sound of your bodies colliding.
your pussy was screaming, clenching around him so hard which made naoya grunt and bite his lower lip because it felt so fucking good.Ā
he shifted, grabbing your hips with his sweat-slicked hands and dragged you upward until you were straddling him.Ā
he leaned back against the headboard, his chest heaving, and his still hardening dick guiding you until you lowered yourself down, sliding down onto his full length in one slow, agonizingly deep plunge.
āah! ah! fuck, naoya!ā you gasped, your nails digging into the mattress as he filled you completely.Ā
being on top lets you control the friction with how you ground your hips down.
naoya didnāt stay still, he was too hungry to be. his hands flew up to your chest, and made his mouth latch onto your breast.Ā
he wasnāt just kissing; he was sucking, teeth grazing your nipple while he fisted his hands into your hair, yanking you down so you had no choice but to stay close to his face.
āfuck, thatās it,ā he groaned, his voice vibrating through your chest as he sucked harder. āyouāre so fucking wet, youāre drowning me. ah! look at you riding me like a pro.ā
āyouāre... ah! ah! still a prick!ā you cried out, your own hands gripping his messy hair as you started to grind against him. the feeling was electric, every slide of his dick against your internal walls were sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
āyouāre still so tight, youāre killing me!ā he barked while his eyes rolled back, all while he sucked your other breast, pulling until you let out a high-pitched āah! ah! ah!ā, feeling the sensation of his mouth on your tits while your pussy clenched around his massive cock.
you started to bounce, faster and harder, making your breasts jiggle with every movement.Ā
his hands never left your hair because he was using it to keep you locked in place. āiām not... ah! iām not slowing down for you! fuck, naoya, youāre so big... ah! it feels like youāre splitting me in two!ā
āyeah? let me fucking split you then!ā his hips were bucking upward to meet your downward thrusts.Ā
he was hammering into you, and every time you slammed down, heād suck harder on your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin until you were sobbing with pleasure.
āoh god... yes! fuck! ah! ah! ah!ā you were lost, your body is now moving on instinct as your pussy milk him, feeling his dick swell even more inside your aching, stretched-out folds.Ā
he was staring up at you, his eyes dark, his lips swollen and red from your own teeth earlier, looking at you with a mix of pure, unadulterated possessiveness.Ā
āride me until you canāt walk,ā he ordered, sounding more drunk while his grip in your hair is tightening until it almost hurt. āi want you to remember this feeling every time you look at me on stream. you belong to me.ā
āiām ... ah! fuck! ah! ah!ā you screamed, your hips moving in a wild, uncontrolled manner until the pressure finally became too much, and you both shattered into an earth-shattering climax together.
you were bouncing wildly on top of him, your nails shredded through his scalp, and he responded by arching his back and driving his hips upward.Ā
you felt his balls slap against your pussy with every frantic lunge, and when he finally exploded inside you, it was too much that it started to drip out.Ā
you clutched his shoulders while your legs were shaking uncontrollably. you spasmed around him, milking every last drop of his cum. then you collapsed against his chest, both of you gasping for air.
the next morning, you woke up so fucking sore.Ā
you groaned, trying to roll over, but your entire body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder.Ā
your pussy was swollen and throbbing, and your hips ached with a deep, bruised soreness that made every movement sting.
you crawled out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom to brush your teeth.Ā
you gripped the sink to steady yourself, your eyes half-closed as you stared at your reflection.Ā
your neck was covered in hickeys and your hair was a tangled disaster.Ā
you assumed he was still dead to the world in the king bed, out like a light after the absolute marathon heād forced you through.
you had just started scrubbing your teeth when the bathroom door creaked open.Ā
you didnāt even have time to turn around before you felt a heavy weight press against your back.Ā
naoya was still stark naked with his hair still messy from sleep, and before you could even say out a āgood morningā, he grabbed your hips with both hands and jerked you backward so your ass was pressed firmly against his hard, morning stiff cock.
āthink youāre getting away that easily?ā he rasped against your ear.
you didnāt even get to pull the toothbrush out of your mouth before he slammed his hips forward without warning, no lube, no foreplay, just the sudden, heavy pressure of him sliding into your tight, already-sore slit.
āah! f-fuckā!ā you choked out, the toothbrush clattering into the sink as you doubled over, your hands bracing against the counter.Ā
his dick was massive, filling you up instantly, stretching you out until you felt like you might snap.
āyouāre mine,ā he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he started to drive into you right there in the bathroom. āiām not done with you yet.ā
sure enough after an hour of him absolutely wrecking you against the bathroom vanity, you were left in a state of complete ruin.Ā
your legs were shaking, your pussy felt like it had been through a car wash, and every muscle in your back were screaming in protest as you tried to even stand straight.
naoya, meanwhile, was glowing with a satisfied energy that made you want to claw his eyes out, if you had the strength.
when you finally left the hotel, the transition to the expo was pathetic.Ā
naoya didnāt bother with a cab or a shuttle.Ā
he literally walked through the lobby with his arm hooked firmly around your waist, his grip so possessive and tight that you couldnāt have pulled away if you tried.Ā
he was practically carrying half your weight, leaning down every few seconds to whisper something lewd into your ear, making sure you felt every ounce of his arrogance.
ālook at you,ā he hissed, his thumb digging into your hipbone. āyouāre so sore you can barely stand. youāre just my favorite little toy, and everyone here is going to know it just by looking at the way youāre struggling to keep up with me.ā
you tried to snap back, but all that came out was a breathless, āfuck... off, naoya.ā
when the two of you walked into the player lounge, the room went dead silent.Ā
naoya didnāt give a shit. instead, he steered you straight to your booth, which, true to the organizersā plan was right next to his.Ā
he didnāt let you walk to your chair; he literally guided you, his hand sliding down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze before he shoved you into your seat.
he leaned over the small partition between your booths, his face inches from yours, looking like a king who had just conquered a new territory. āstay right there,ā he commanded. ādonāt talk to anyone. iām watching you.ā
you slumped into your chair, the soreness in your hips making you wince as you sat down, and you saw his eyes track the movement with a sick, satisfied smirk.Ā
he knew exactly why you were hurting and he knew exactly what heād done to you in that bathroom.
as he turned to his own setup, you saw him glance at his chat, which was already scrolling past, thousands of people realizing exactly why you were walking so slowly and why naoya looked like he was vibrating.Ā
āyeah, sheās staying here,ā he said, shooting you a sharp, hooded look. āsheās a bit tired today. i gave her a hell of a morning workout.ā
the chat went into complete meltdown, and you could only lean your head against your monitor, while feeling your face burning, knowing you were well and truly trapped.
hereās another list of fanfic/drabble ideas I have or ones Iām already working on:
- tattoo artist! Geto Suguru tattoos you but is teasing you the whole time, until you snap and give him a taste of his own medicine, using his sensitive chest to your advantage (smut/nsfw fic -> jjk)
- scenarios where you make twst boys and georgina leech squirt (smut/nsfw fic -> twst -> potentially multiple parts)
- submissive Boothill fic where youāre fixing him up and pleasuring him, but heās simultaneously comforting you in a fatherly manner, not being able to help himself around you (smut/nsfw + fluff/sfw fic -> hsr)
- submissive Gojo fic w/ ftm (afab) Gojo, eating him out and making him squirt after a stressful day, after he expresses his feelings and frustrations about the day to you, will most likely contain some fluff and comfort mixed in (smut/nsfw + fluff/sfw + hurt/comfort fic -> jjk)
- Sanzu fanfic where heās a camboy that shows off, is in Bonten but does porn secretly, youāre a secretary for Bonten and eventually figure it out coincidentally after browsing on your own -> you enter the chat and talk to him, suggesting some things he should do, you two have to come face to face the next day and he doesnāt realize that you were the one in his chat saying all those things, eventually leads to some type of sexual encounter and then a relationship (smut/nsfw fic with some fluff/sfw mixed in -> tokyo revengers -> multiple part fic)
- Toji fic where he meets with you after leaving the Zenin clan, you take him in and help him take care of Megumi, and tell him that he needs to get a job and be employed -> you two start having more intimate moments with him being the submissive one, him getting his ass eaten, pegged, and milked (smut/nsfw + fluff/sfw fic -> jjk -> multiple part fic)
- some sort of idia fic where you start dating him after ortho told you that he secretly had feelings for you (not dating ortho, dating idia), then he starts sharing some of his kinks with you, leading to a whole night full of you making him feel good and letting him live out his fantasies -> pegging, cross dressing, slapping/spanking, usage of āmommyā, face riding (reader receiving), + more <3 (fluff/sfw fic+ smut/nsfw fic -> twst -> most likely be a single fic thatās just REALLLLLLY long)
- Ciel fic w/ you comforting him, basically becoming his mother figure, just a whole lot of fluff and comfort, getting to take care of Ciel and comfort him (fluff/sfw fic -> black butler)
- head cannons of you being young! Kaiserās adoptive mother, just a whole lot of sweetness, comfort, and fluff since thatās what he deserves (heās literally my baby) + will also include head cannons of when heās grown up and still is a mommaās boy b/c he loves you so much (fluff/sfw fic -> bllk)
this is only part 2 of my ideas so everyone knows what to expect in the future š«¶
- some sort of submissive enjin fic, maybe pegging him inside of his jeep after a mission to help with any stress he had or any stress he gave YOU (smut/nsfw fic -> gachiakuta)
- comforting zodyl after a nightmare and then helping him de-stress by pumping his cock and fingering him and maybe eating him out??? (smut/nsfw fic -> gachiakuta)
- pegging minajael after a party at his palace, fucking him on his bed and then outside on the balcony while he tries to keep quiet + jerking him off during it (smut/nsfw fic -> twst)
- hugging and cuddling fu after he starts feeling insecure, assuring him that he is very useful and can never be forgotten about (fluff/sfw fic -> gachiakuta)
- alois has a nightmare relating to his trauma and needs your comfort, yelling for you before you come in and comfort him/hold him for the rest of the night (sfw/comfort fic ā> black butler)
- fighting with adam as heās your boss after he criticized you, causing you to snap at him, lashing out before he realizes just how terribly heās treated you, resulting in you two then going to his room and basically just cuddling and spending close time with one another (angst/hurt + comfort/fluff/sfw fic -> sk8)
- streamer! naoya gets absolutely owned by you, a player who doesnāt show their face but is amazing at playing, resulting in you two meeting up, with him being submissive to you + you two start meeting up and hanging out more frequently, eventually leading to a relationship (smut/nsfw fic that will also contain some fluff/sfw stuff -> jjk -> will most likely be a multiple part fic)
- rielle x reader fic where you two meet through azul, leading to rielle inviting you to his RSA dorm, where you two talk and then get a bit closer (fluff/sfw with potential suggestive content -> twst -> potentially a two part fic)
thereās probably many other ideas I have too but those are just the ones I have for now. iāll probably make a poll soon about what ones I should work on, so that I know what people would like to see + it would help me manage my thoughts :)
