tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc
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a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)
Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou
sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.
it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.
now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.
"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"
he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."
one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.
"gonna cum—sae..."
"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"
he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.
sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.
that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.
"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.
ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.
sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.
"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.
his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.
you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.
sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.
"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.
shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"
"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.
shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."
Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff
nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.
he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.
"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."
you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.
"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.
"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.
one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.
"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.
"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.
the door suddenly burst open.
"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."
reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.
nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.
"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.
he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.
you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.
reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.
"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"
reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.
"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.
nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.
"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"
you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."
he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."
Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro
rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.
his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.
his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.
"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."
"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.
he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.
"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.
you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"
"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.
the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.
your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.
"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."
your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.
right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.
"sae..?" you gasped in horror.
rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.
sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.
for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.
then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.
"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."
he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.
"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.
without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.
"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."
Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira
isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.
this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.
his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.
"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"
you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.
you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.
"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.
you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.
"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."
isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.
"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.
isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.
"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.
you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.
his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.
"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"
right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.
"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"
bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.
isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"
bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.
"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"
he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a second.
isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.
"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.
you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.
you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.
"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.
you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.
"at least you finally got your first blowjob."
isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."
Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis
chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.
his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.
"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.
he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.
"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."
he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.
"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"
he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.
"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.
she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."
you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.
his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"
chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
"it's fine..just leave, please?"
his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."
she rushed out and closed the door behind her.
you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."
chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.
"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"
he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."
"hah—hyo!"
Megruru Bachira — caught by rin
bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.
he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.
"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."
"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.
"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."
his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.
"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.
"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.
your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.
then the door slammed open.
"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.
bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.
"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.
rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."
you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.
bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"
"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."
he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."
kaisers wallpaper being some random fuckass aesthetic pic he took makes me think he would have his own tumblr blog where hed post moodboards and shit (hed also be on sh twt but thats a DIFFERENT STORY BRO)
જ⁀➴ An incredibly clingy and whiny Hugo tries to get your attention. suggestive ending ♡
˚₊‧꒰ა The match had ended almost an hour ago, but the replay was still running in the background as you worked through the last few emails in your inbox. The commentators had long faded into white noise, blending with the quiet tapping of your keyboard.
"...And there's VIVIEN HUGO again with another incredible pass—"
You smiled without thinking.
He'd looked incredibly good today. Maybe you were biased, but every time the cameras found him, you couldn't help watching for a second longer. Somehow, he always managed to look so composed, even in the middle of a match.
You were still smiling to yourself when, as if on cue, the front door clicks open.
"I'm home."
Hugo stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket as he kicked the door shut behind him. His hair was still messy from the rain outside, and he looked tired in the way athletes only did after emptying every ounce of energy onto the field.
You stood up long enough to wrap your arms around him.
"Welcome home."
He hugged you back for a second, letting out a quiet sigh before you pulled away.
"You're getting more hugs, but only after a shower," you teased. "You smell like you rolled around on the field."
"Bleh." Hugo stuck his tongue out at you in protest, though there wasn't an ounce of real annoyance behind it.
"Nice try."
He huffed, dropping his head back dramatically.
"...I was going to try anyway."
With the enthusiasm of someone heading to their execution, he shuffled toward the bathroom. Left to yourself again, you slipped back into your work, barely noticing the time pass until the sound of the bathroom door opening pulled your attention away from the screen. Hugo wandered back into the room looking considerably fresher, though no less tired.
"...You looked really good on TV today," you said absentmindedly as you typed. "The cameras always seem to find your best angles."
Before you can finish your next email, a pair of arms slides around your waist from behind. He leans down, pressing his chest firmly against your back, effectively pinning you between the desk and his body.
He rests his chin on your shoulder, his messy, damp hair brushing against your cheek.
"The TV version?" he repeated, his voice softer than usual, carrying a rare hint of a whine. "You're looking at that one when I'm standing right behind you." He then lets out a huff not the dramatic one from earlier, but a small, needy sound. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and teasing against your skin.
You can't help the fond laugh that escapes you. You try to turn back to your work, fingers poised over the keyboard to finish just one more sentence.
You don't get the chance.
His hold around you tightens ever so slightly before one hand leaves your waist, gently catching your chin and turning your face toward him. The sight waiting for you almost makes you laugh again.
Hugo is wearing the most exaggerated pout you've ever seen, his brows knitted together in mock offense as though you were the unreasonable one here.
"Stop," he murmurs, his voice quieter than usual. "The emails can wait. They'll still be there in an hour." He rests his forehead against your shoulder with a small sigh. "...I've been waiting all day to come home to you."
He leans in even closer, his nose brushing against yours, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw in a slow, rhythmic motion that makes it increasingly difficult to think about anything else.
"Pay attention to me, mon cœur," he whispers, his expression still stubbornly pouty. "The real version is right here... and he's a lot more impatient than the one on TV."
You glanced at your half-finished email before looking back at him. The hopeful look on his face made your heart squeeze.
Maybe another email could wait.
"...Five minutes."
"Really? You'll stop working?"
"For five minutes," you stressed, pointing a finger at him before he could celebrate too early. "You get exactly five minutes, and then I'm going back to my emails."
He nodded so quickly it was almost comical.
"Okay. Five minutes."
You narrowed your eyes.
"...You promise you won't complain when the five minutes are up?"
"I promise."
Before you can even think about the timer in your head, his hands slide from your waist to your hips. With the effortless, explosive strength of a man who spends his life maneuvering through the field, he lifts you clean out of your desk chair towards the sofa and practically tosses you onto the plush cushions, the sudden movement leaving you slightly dazed and breathless.
"Forget the timer, mon cœur," he whispers, his gaze burning into yours, his hands sliding up to frame your face with a possessive, heavy warmth. "The emails can wait for tomorrow. Because right now..."
He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a ghost of a kiss that promises so much more, his voice a dark, velvety command.
“h-hugo it won’t fit..” you mumbled, his fat tip nudging between your folds. “i’ll make it fit.” he responded back, holding your hips steady to stop your squirming.
hugo leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple to try and soften the sharp pressure you felt. "relax for me, mon amour," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and soothing despite the overwhelming stretch. "breathe."
he kept the movement agonizingly slow, letting you adjust inch by inch.
"halfway there, amour," hugo grunted, his forehead resting against your back as he stayed perfectly still. you could feel every vein and ridge of his massive cock, your pussy stretched so tight around him it almost hurt. but there was something insanely satisfying about being filled so completely.
"almost there," he whispered, the words brushing against your ear before he shifted his weight. a single, deliberate push, and the rest of his thick cock glided inside you with a soft, slick sound.
he let out a long, shaky breath of relief, the tip finally pressing deep against your womb.
you moaned, "that’s it." hugo groaned deeply, dropping his head back against the mattress with absolute bliss. his large hands immediately settled on your hips, helping guide your rhythm, letting you bounce up and down that thick length at your own pace.
"good girl. just like that." he encouraged, watching his cock disappear into your stretched pussy. "take your time, chérie."
your pace was slow and steady, taking him deeply with each roll of your hips. hugo's cock was so large that even this gentle pace had him seeing stars. one hand slid up to squeeze your breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he began to move his hips in counterpoint to your movements.
every time you sank down, he nudged that sweet, swollen spot deep inside you, drawing soft cries from your throat. he watched, mesmerized, as your pussy swallowed his thick length, the wet, slick sounds growing louder in the quiet room.
"look at you.." he said softly, eyes roaming over your body. your full breasts bouncing slightly with each movement, belly concave with effort, inner thighs spread wide to accommodate his thick hips.
"taking my cock so nicely, amour..." his voice dropped lower.
your orgasm hit like a wave, body tightening around his cock. hugo let out a guttural groan, burying his face in your hair. the feel of your inner walls milking him was too much.
without waiting, his hips snapped upward into you, pumping deep throbs of seed into your tight cunt. "take it, chérie."
the pleasure was overwhelming—your orgasm pushing him closer to his own. his hips stuttered, slamming up into you repeatedly as hot ropes of cum coated your insides. your walls clenched around him like a vice, milking every last drop.
his cock twitched violently inside you, pumping load after load.
✮⋆˙ satoru cums in you for the first time in front of the city view MDNI
On Friday nights, people either go out partying or stay home and chill, doing what they enjoy. That’s something you liked to do, but that all changed when you ended up in a relationship.
You and Gojo have been on a movie marathon since 5PM, and it’s well past midnight now. Let’s just say the Netflix ‘Are you still watching?’ question has been on your TV screen for the past three hours.
Currently, you were getting fucked so hard, bent before the vast glass window overlooking a city alive with lights. Although your attention wasn’t on anything outside, it was on your boyfriend's girthy dick plunging in and out of your gummy walls.
It was Gojo’s idea to fuck you in front of the window. His words were: “I want everyone to see my pretty girl and how she takes this dick.”, and without a second thought, you agreed.
Your back was against his chest, both hands on the now foggy window. Meanwhile, Gojo couldn’t get enough of you—his hands roaming all over your body. Gripping your waist, while the other moved up toward your tits, giving them a harsh squeeze, which had you whimpering in return.
“Taking this dick so well, you’re so fucking perfect. God, I love you.” He rambled on completely out of his mind. His praises made you look up at him, your head resting on his shoulder.
His eyes were half-lidded, staring directly into your soul. The kind of look that always had your stomach tingling and the wetness between your thighs growing more.
“Please, please. Don’t stop,” you whined, pushing your hips back into him. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix.
Gojo’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his plump lips parted—panting so hard, it sounded as if he just ran a 20-mile marathon. “Ngh- baby, if you do that, I might actually cum inside you.”
You turn your attention back to the city, and then an idea of something completely new to you pops inside your fucked out brain. “Cum inside me, in front of the—Fuck just like that—city.”
After being together for nearly a year, he still hasn’t been able to cum inside you. You both just didn’t want to risk having a kid, but how hot he was looking and the feeling of his thrusts against you had you not caring about anything.
He quickly snapped his eyes open; his hips fluttered for half a second as an eyebrow raised. “You… are you sure?”
“Please.” You nodded immediately, licking your lips. “I need it.”
With that, his dick twitched inside you. One of his hands moved to the back of your spine, bending you down into a biggg arch. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight; the left side of your face squished against the cold windowpane.
He bit his lip at the sight of you, both hands now gripping your waist as his pace began to fuck you harder and faster. You cried out, nails digging into the window. Probably leaving scratches- not like you both cared anyway.
“Yeah? You want my cum inside you?” His gaze dropped down, watching his cock slide in and out of you, then glancing back up. “My needy girl wants my cum dripping from her pussy, huh?”
“Mhm!” You couldn’t mutter a single word. You were starting to feel so overstimulated with how full you felt, plus you both have been fucking like rabbits—without taking a single break.
He leaned over, his chest against your back. He sank his teeth into your neck, leaving yet another mark on your delicate skin. His eyes didn't look away from your face.
You turned your head as far as you could, your lips puckering in a silent invitation for him to kiss you. He met your lips right away; it was a sweet kiss you both shared over the years.
He bit your lip hard enough to draw the slightest amount of blood. You moaned against his lip, your lips parting. He slid his tongue inside your mouth instantly; the feeling made your head dizzy.
It’s surprising to this day how good he can kiss. Even though you were his first girlfriend, his first kiss. First everything in general, but honestly you loved every bit of it.
And as time went on, the kiss became deeper. Tongues fighting for dominance, with each of you refusing to give in. Gojo’s hand traveled up to your neck, his large palm settling against your skin before his fingers squeezed firmly.
He pulled away from the kiss, just enough to speak. Both of your breaths were mixing together as you looked into each other’s eyes.
His eyebrows furrowed up, and you could tell he was trying his hardest not to roll his eyes back into his skull again. You also know he was so close to cumming.
“You gonna cum, baby?” Your voice was in that sweet tone that had him whimpering in response. You lifted your hand from the cool window, moving your arm behind you until your fingers disappeared into his messy white hair.
His thrust grew sloppier with each move, his thighs hitting the back of your ass. Gojo moved his hand down your body, feeling you up before landing between your thighs. His middle finger rubbed against your clit, fast.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, throwing his head back, eyes closing tightly, mouth gapped open. The grip on your waist tightened enough for his knuckles to turn white.
His throat bobbing, hips meeting your ass as his cum spilled all over your walls. Painting your insides white. The new sensation of being filled to the brim made your own release wash over you. Your legs became weak as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.
“Fuck!” You cried out, slamming your hand back onto the window. The contact made a big bang, which, surprisingly, none of you noticed.
Your mind was absolutely scrambled, lost in the orgasm he just gave you. Probably the best one you've experienced together, and if it wasn’t for his arms holding you up, you would’ve fallen to the ground.
He held you close to his chest, panting into your ear. Overcoming his own release. Then he slowly pulled out of your pussy, watching as his dick fell out. “holy shit.”
You turned your head to face him. “Hm?”
He leaned down, cracking a hand over your plush cheek. You whine out at the contact, but he doesn’t take any of notice of it, his attention stuck on him spreading your ass cheeks apart and watching as his cum drip out of you, “This is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”
“Stop! You’re gonna get it on the carpet.” You complained, slapping his shoulder. He shook his head, chuckling—not long before running his finger between your slit, gathering up every drop of the white liquid that slipped out of you.
He stood up to his full height, moving his finger to your lips. “Open.”
You locked eyes with him, slowly opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. With that, he stuck his finger into your mouth. Immediately, you sucked on it, whining at the taste.
His dick got hard right away. He pulled his fingers out, leaning down, meeting your lips in another harsh kiss. The taste of both of you lingering on his tongue drew a low groan from him against your lips before he slowly pulled away.
”Just letting y'know, i'm cumming inside you all the time now.”
sorry if this is ass, i have no clue what i’m doing 😣.
╰┈➤ you get dared to seduce one of the new gen 11. only problem? they actually fall for it, in their own way.
⁺⋆.˚𐙚 starring characters: itoshi sae, vivian hugo, bunny iglesias, michael kaiser, don lorenzo
୨ৎcw: nsfw, fem reader, unprotected sex, oral receiving f, public sex, multiple orgasms, degradation, fingering, overstimulation, car sex, mirror sex
a/n: guys...don't get mad...but i literally did everyone except loki. i just couldn’t get inspired to write him for this prompt. and teddy cause idk shit about him
"you really don't know what you're doing, do you?"
his words weren’t spoken with anger. if anything, they were spoken with amusement, which, somehow, made it worse.
itoshi sae is an individual who looks exactly how everyone expected him to: detached and completely uninterested in the chaos around him. which is precisely why the dare had been made to you.
in the outset of the night, it played out normally, like any late night party would—one that sae grudgingly got dragged to; a night where everyone could finally relax after months of pressure, overbearing expectations, and impossible standards. the room was filled with laughter, expensive drinks, and anything deemed distracting enough.
a friend of yours laughed and claimed that there was no way in hell anyone could actually get a reaction out of him. not the fans, not the reporters, not his brother, and certainly not you.
the challenge should’ve been harmless, a joke, but it didn’t seem like that when you took confident steps across the room. a little too much confidence and a little too much curiosity.
you approached him knowing exactly what everyone else expected: that he would ignore you. that he would glance over, realize what was happening, and dismiss it without a second thought.
except he didn’t…and sae noticed everything: the hesitation hidden beneath your feigned confidence. the way you were trying to act like this was effortless. the fact that you were pretending not to be intimidated by standing in front of someone everyone else treated as untouchable.
and when you started flirting, he didn’t shut it down. he looked at you instead, really looked. not with the bored indifference everyone else was used to, but with a slow, assessing kind of attention that made it obvious he was listening to every word, catching every deliberate smile, every carefully chosen compliment, every attempt to make him react.
his gaze lingered just long enough to make it blatantly clear he was aware of exactly what you were doing.
itoshi sae was interested—not anything else. sae never tried once to brush you off, in fact, he reciprocated your advances, looking at you while he was silently imagining what your face would look like if he fucked that confidence right out of you.
so when he reached in his pocket to fish out his keys, eyes tracking you lower and lower, only then did he put an end to your words.
“come on. you got what you wanted.”
oh, he wasn’t even able to drive anywhere. he had you sitting nice and pretty in the passenger seat, reclined all the way back as he pounded his dick into your pussy, legs pinned near his ears.
it was like he was punishing you, giving you a live demonstration of be careful what you wish for. sae was mean, insisting that you keep your eyes on him and him only, desperate to see that confidence get brutally wiped from your face as he fucked you, tears streaming down your cheeks from how unyielding his thrusts were, eager to make you cum and cum again until he knew you had learned your lesson.
"you wanted my attention, didn't you?"
"you started this, you don't get to look away from me"
"had enough, hm?"
"you're adorable when you think you're in control"
amusement. unbridled amusement at that. the kind that made it obvious michael kaiser had already figured out your ploy and planned to use it against you.
the party was exactly the kind of place he belonged. a room full of people celebrating victory, endless compliments, and endless attention; and at the center of it was kaiser.
he possessed the kind of presence that made people notice him before they even realized they were staring. the confidence, the charm, the effortless arrogance of someone who had spent the time of his career trying to bury the old parts of him—the worthless parts of him.
he was quite reputable: a genius striker, the star player, everything that put him in an amorous light.
it all starts with a teasing comment, that there was no way anyone could actually get under his skin (except for isagi). no way anyone could make him lose his composure, not when he was so used to people falling over themselves trying to impress him.
so naturally, the dare was made. and naturally, you accepted. a little fun way to prove that even someone like michael kaiser was still just a person. so when you approached him, you assumed he’d throw you a smug remark and perhaps a dismissive laugh, and maybe a little teasing before he moved on. but kaiser didn’t ignore you like you thought he would.
you carried yourself like you weren’t intimidated. you weren’t trying to worship him, or exaggeratedly impress him, you were…challenging him, to put it simply.
and that was interesting, because kaiser loved attention. but attention was easy when it came to him, everyone gave him that. what was rare was someone willing to stand there and act like they had the advantage.
at first, he played along with a knowing smile, a glance paired with a careful reaction to keep you guessing. kaiser ultimately found himself paying attention for a reason he didn’t expect: you were entertaining—no—more than that. interesting. so much so it irritated him. he needed to see himself shut you up, to show you who you were truly messing with.
because he didn’t liked to be challenged.
“you talk too much. you’ve had your fun. it’s my turn now.”
the imposing walls of the bathroom did little to completely cut out your moans of pleasure, but you know what did? kaiser’s twin fingers pushed right in between your flushed lips. he didn’t want you saying a single word as he took you from behind.
your hands grip the dip in the counter leading into the sink bowl. kaiser fucked you in front of a wide mirror, wanting you to see how much control he had over you, how he effortlessly dominated you. you were too far gone, his dick pulsing and swollen inside you, going deeper and deeper with each thrust as gravity allowed.
he smiled at you villainously through the mirror, watching you coat his fingers in saliva, your mind seemingly incoherent as you were completely fucked out; letting him bully your pussy all because you wanted to test your luck over a silly dare.
"what happened? you had so much to say before"
"you spent all night trying to get a reaction out of me. was this what you wanted?"
"now your pussy is going to speak for you"
"careful. you're starting to make me believe you"
these particular words were delivered with a smile, but not a mocking one, and especially not the kind of arrogance you’d expect from someone at his level, and that was what made it dangerous.
the party was supposed to be a celebration of victory. a night where everyone could finally step away from the pressure of competition and enjoy the result of months sacrifice. the room was filled with music, conversation, and the kind of excitement that followed people who had made themselves impossible to ignore.
and among all of them was vivian hugo.
hugo was someone who didn’t demand excessive amounts of attention, he didn’t want it. he was calm and somehow approachable. which made him harder to read…because everyone knew the reputation of the new gen 11, they were extraordinary; players who had reached a level most people could only dream of.
but hugo had something different. something that made people lower their guard without realizing it. which was why the dare started, that if anyone could get a reaction out of him, it would be impressive. because hugo is always composed.
so naturally, the challenge became yours. a little confidence, a little flirting, a funny story to tell afterward.
you approach him expecting him to disregard you and keep his eyes pointed directly in his book (a book with no fucking words), but when the first couple of words came out of your mouth, his eyes snapped to yours immediately, and he began to notice your failure of concealing the little hesitation you did have beneath that confidence.
hugo let you continue; he humored you because he wasn’t unaware; he was quite observant. he knew when people were performing and unfortunately, he knew that you were. the more you tried to charm him, the more curious he became.
not because he believed the act, because he wanted to know if he could break you. his attention had fully narrowed down to you now, priorities aligned. hugo stood abruptly, finally deciding he was done with the crowd, startling you.
he simply offered you a glance, a quiet invitation. “keep looking at me like you’re waiting to see if i’ll fall for it. i’m curious to see if you will.”
so you follow him into a covert part of the establishment, a patio, of all things. honestly? it didn’t matter, not when he had you in his lap, legs spread around his thick thighs with him three fingers deep inside your pussy. he was so fucking large it made no sense. your back pressed up against his chest, fingers squeezing the cushions below you as he showed you no mercy.
you’ve come at least three times from nothing but his hands. hugo took great pleasure in seeing you writhe in his lap, body protesting against his assault. his fingers plunging in and out of you, his other hand simultaneously rubbing circles against your clit, rolling it in between his fingers, feeling you gush around him.
"seems like i was the one caught after all"
"give me one more, surely you can, hm?"
"are you ready to take me now?"
"you're making it really hard to pretend i'm not interested"
bunny iglesias laughed—not at you, though, but at his poor resolve, because bunny wasn’t used to people approaching him like that.
the party was still in full swing. music filled the room, teammates and guests crowded around, celebrating victory, replaying moments from the match, anything celebratory.
bunny, a new gen 11, someone who had earned the kind of attention that followed him everywhere, despite his attempts at going incognito. but unlike some of the others, bunny didn’t carry himself like he expected the room to revolve around him.
he laughed easily, he talked with people, he actually seemed like he was having fun—despite his facade, and because of that, your friend joked that if anyone could get a reaction out of him, it would certainly be impressive. because bunny was approachable, what reaction is there to get?
so the challenge becomes simple: get him interested, make him fall for it.
at first, bunny thought it was entertaining. the way you walked up with more confidence than you probably felt, the way you acted like you weren’t aware of exactly who you were approaching, the way you tried so hard to make it seem effortless.
he was able to discern that something was different. unlike the others, bunny didn’t immediately turn it into a competition. he didn’t try to outplay you; he just found himself enjoying the conversation. the teasing. the little moments where your confidence slipped and came back twice as strong, the fact that you weren’t treating him like some unreachable superstar, and that, somehow, was what made the dare work.
and if you were so willing to throw yourself at him, why not accept what he was given? he’s surely not the one to waste away an opportunity.
a small smile crossed his face as he finally gave in. “take a walk with me.”
the noise behind you fades with every step, and now you’ve got your back pressed up against the chilling brick of an alleyway wall, right outside the venue. bunny’s got his hands gripping your ass, bouncing you on his dick like it was something so easy. his broad chest kept you trapped between him and the wall, fucking you against it.
and whenver you’d become too loud? his hand would come up to your lips, cooing in your ear about “being caught”, just for him to fuck you harder, baiting you into rebelling against his wish so that everyone nearby could hear just how good he was making you feel.
"shh...you're going to get us caught"
"you looked much more confident in your head, didn't you?"
"i almost feel bad"
"i like this. keep going"
the grin on don lorenzo’s face should’ve been a warning. because it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
the party was exactly what everyone expected from a celebration involving the new gen 11. loud music, endless conversations, people trying to get closer to players they had only ever watched from a distance.
don lorenzo collected attention like it was a hobby. he laughed too loudly and moved too freely. to put it simply, he acted like the entire room was a playground built specifically for him. which is why nobody believed the dare would work.
anyone who can get a reaction like that out of him should get an award.
an award that would rightfully be yours.
but lorenzo was unpredictable; nobody knew what he would do, nobody knew what he was thinking. so when you accepted the challenge, everyone expected calamity. they expected him to laugh, for him to realize what was happening and turn it into another joke.
what they didn’t expect—and so did you—was for him to actually be interested. at first, lorenzo treated it like entertainment. the confidence, the teasing, the obvious effort to make him react. he noticed it all, of course he did.
lorenzo noticed your smile, and that in itself brought him down a notch. but he was already cataloging the way you kept pretending this was only a game, or the fact that your false bravery was merely the only thing keeping you going.
he was starting to like you. so instead of ruining the act, he played along, because he thought it was fun. somewhere between the challenge, something changed. it stopped being about whether you could get his attention because you already had it.
lorenzo looked around briefly before walking towards you, placing a hand over the small of your back, guiding you away to an empty room.
“too many people here. i want to hear you better, ok?”
now, the way he was in between your legs made it difficult for you to regret ever approaching him in the first place. he was eating the fuck out of your pussy, like he was starved and you were the only thing needed to satiate him. his tongue works all the right places, swirling against your clit, laping up against your slit—it was perfect.
lorenzo strongly encouraged that you be vocal; he wouldn’t continue unless you did otherwise, because all that confidence you spewed at him—he wanted to hear it in another form, and show you that that little stunt you pulled? wasn't going to fly.
"i liked that confidence. bring it back"
"don't get quiet on me now..."
"you don't want me to stop, do you?"
I really can and will blame the 9-5 for everything. "We're in a loneliness epidemic" well, we have to spend a third of our day interacting with people in a professional way that makes forming real friendships difficult and then we're peopled out by the time we're done. "People are eating more and more unhealthily" people have to spend more than a third of their day doing work related tasks and they don't want to spend their tiny amount of free time making food. "People aren't involved in their local communities" after spending more than a third of their day doing work related things people are tired and also all those community events take place during normal working hours. "People need to get more hobbies" after spending more than a third of their day working, people are TIRED and don't want to do anything that takes yet more energy. "Literacy is dying" to maintain your critical thinking skills you need to read/watch things that make you think and after spending more than a third of your day doing work related stuff you are TIRED and don't want to expend even more brainnpower. "People need to get outside more" People. Are. TIRED. Because they have to spend all of their time working or preparing for work or recovering from work or doing all the chores they couldn't stay on top of because of work. I can blame fucking anything on having to work, it is truly the root of all fucking evil.
Hey OP, love your scalding take here; don't forget about commutes.
Once you factor in commute times (which even for short distances can be grotesquely inflated due to the fact that so many people are all commuting at the same time, but that's a different conversation) many people are actually devoting upwards of 10-12 hours a day on "work related tasks."
If you had known coming to watch your boyfriend’s game would lead to this, then you seriously would’ve thought twice about coming.
You see, Sae really liked it when you went to his games, but he never asked you out loud – all he ever did was throw a (his) jersey your way or message you with the info about the match, like he was expecting you to already know what he wanted without him needing to say it – and it always worked. You always understood what he meant, and how important it was for him to have you in all the matches you were able to attend.
So, to have him actually ask you to come – with a very tight hug from behind while you cooked breakfast and a groggy “You coming, right Amor?” – you should’ve known something different from the normal was happening.
“And Itoshi Sae gets a red card! He’s expelled from the match!”
You wanted to disappear. To turn into smoke. Because how else were you supposed to react to your boyfriend and your ex fighting because of you in the middle of a game with sold out tickets?
“And it seems Bunny Iglesias, who Sae just punched in the face, just got one too! It’s an ‘El Classico’, ladies and gentlemen! Everybody is on the edge!”
The commentators were not helping your case. Of course, you knew Real Madrid x Barcelona was one of the most heated rivalries in Spanish football, but Bunny and Sae were making everything pretty damn worse!
You could clearly see Bunny looking at you in the stands and smirking, while Sae was being held back by his teammates every time your ex said anything. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying from your seat, but judging from Sae’s expression, it wasn’t really a polite or friendly conversation.
Thankfully, Sae was able to calm down – after lots of begging from Luna and his other teammates – and was already exiting the stadium. You quickly got up to meet him in the dressing room, only to stop when Bunny screamed your name. In that moment, all the eyes were on you – especially Bunny’s and Sae’s – but all you could feel was your own face burning up from the utter shame you were experiencing. Then, like the little prick he is, Bunny Iglesias lifted up his hand, put it near his ear in a telephone shape and mouthed “Call me.”
When Sae ran back towards the field and punched Bunny in the face again after what he said, you really wished you had never dated a football player.
sae luvs being a tease content | nsfw, afab!reader, bf!sae, sae a whore wow
aw, are you mad at sae again? giving him the silent treatment because he made another mean quip at you?
well now he’s walking around the kitchen with no shirt on. his sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing the mind-numbing v-line that always drove you crazy.
he knew what he was doing. you sat on a stool at the kitchen island, your eyes tracking his movement as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
his slender soft eyes met yours. “what’s wrong? i thought looking at me made you sick to your stomach?”
his hair was perfectly soft. he didn’t have his bangs hairsprayed back. just maroon tufts perfectly tousled with. gosh, and his eyes were boring into you — his pupils were slim and wholly on you.
he knew what he was fucking doing.
“it does,” you respond, looking back down at your phone.
but from your periphery, you can see as he — blatantly and obviously — begun adjusting his dick in his sweats. his hand palmed himself completely as he grabbed his fabric-covered cock briefly.
fuck.
“right,” he hummed, his eyes already off you as he began padding out the kitchen with his bottle of water.
fuck. his back. the contouring of his muscles that scandalously cascaded along his skin. like every dip and curve and line of him was designed to get your mind buzzing. if only you could swallow your pride and jump on him right here right now. your thighs trembled as you felt your cunt slightly start pulsing.
mikage reo ,, nagi seishirō ,, itoshi sae ,, oliver aiku ,, michael kaiser
request. would you write bllk headcanons of their favorite way to fuck us completely dumb? it can have any characters just please add reo.
content. afab!reader, pussy eating, praise, edging, overstimming, mindbreaking, degrading, spitting, size kink, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, breath play, choking, characters are in their 20s
玲王 ⸻ reo × teasing
don’t get me wrong, he still absolutely loves to give you the princess treatment, however .. the amount of teasing and edging he does is enough to drive you insane. he just loves loves loves to hear you beg, and you just look and sound so pretty while doing it.
he’s at his worst when he’s eating you out, completely addicted to the way you tremble under his touch when he doesn’t give you what you want, kissing your tummy, biting at your thighs, locking his big hands behind your knees to keep your legs spread for him. definitely has cum just from eating you out before.
reo has you in missionary, and he almost pulls all the way out ; slowly letting his pretty pink tip catch on your tight entrance before rubbing his head through your slick folds, just to watch how you beg and grasp for him.
“r-reo, p-please,” you sob, “m’always so fucking good for you, please just make me cum, I’m so fucking close, please!” glittering tears fall down your gorgeous face, your long lashes wet and your pretty eyes glistening and entirely focused on him.
“sorry, princess. can’t spoil you too much, m’always giving you exactly what you want. jus’want to hear you cry for me …” reo sighs, already relenting to his perfect girl, “fuck … I’m obsessed with you.”
誠士郎 ⸻ seishirō × overstim
is this a hot take bc he’s so lazy? sure, he loves quickies and morning head, but I just feel like once he’s into a session, it’ll be multiple rounds of overstim until you can hardly speak or think. just cute cries and mumbles of how much he’s stretching you open and how good it all feels. you’re his girl, after all, and he’ll hyperfixate on you the same way he will with soccer and video games. he just has so much more stamina than you. :c
“s-sei..” you swallow thickly, whining, “can’t, s’too much.”
nagi tilts his head, and he’s so adorable. he slows his thrusts and his thumb finds your clit again. you shiver, trying to close your thighs around his waist. “yeah, angel? you don’t wanna cum f’me again?”
“no, I do, it’s just—”
he scoffs. “eh? then stop complaining and use our safe word if you’re serious. it’s only been two hours.” he slides all the way back inside and you moan, arching up into his perfectly toned chest. “that’s it .. feels so good…” he sighs. you have a long night ahead .. and your pretty boy has so much more to give.
冴 ⸻ sae × mindbreak
sae is the perfect balance of worshiping you physically, but degrading you mentally. you’ve both established boundaries and of course he’ll never break them, but you’re with a man like sae because you like a mean fuck … :3
he’s soft and sweet some nights, usually if he misses you because he’s been away, but those are not the nights that he’s fucking you stupid. sae is also insanely possessive, which only adds to the mindbreaking. he will eventually soften up once he’s older, but in his twenties, you have to be okay with actively being objectified by him.
“you’re fucking mine, and you better not even think about fucking anyone else, ever … I fucking own you and your cunt.”
you nod stupidly, hardly able to keep your eyes open. he kisses you hard before squeezing your face between one of his big hands. he doesn’t even have to say anything, you just know to part your pretty lips and present your tongue for him. he spits into your mouth, purposely missing and getting half of it on your face. “good fucking girl.”
オリヴァ ⸻ oliver × manhandling
oliver’s specialties are manhandling, trying new positions, and being much bigger than you. it didn’t take him long to realize that his pretty little girlfriend has a size kink just like himself — how you’re always talking about and drooling over how he’s so big, so tall, so strong. how your sparkly eyes get so wide when he comes home from the gym, his muscles glistening and lined with prominent veins, and he’s hardly able to get in the shower with the way you’re clinging onto him like a bitch in heat.
he’s always manhandling you into positions that you’ve never even heard of, most of which show off his impressive strength. it’s a talent, honestly. sometimes it makes you want to check his browsing history to see what the fuck he’s been looking at when he’s got your face in the pillows with his foot on the back of your neck, pounding into you like his life depends on making you cum as hard as possible.
but oliver is sweet, and only as rough as you want him to be — hard, deep strokes while he rubs your clit carefully and skillfully, mean spanks followed by a soft touch to soothe the pain, pulling your hair and gently running his fingers through it afterwards.
“y’doing so good for me, angel. your perfect little cunt was made to take this big fat cock, yeah? just like that, mama.”
ミヒャエル ⸻ michael × choking
this might be a bit too obvious, but yes, this man loves breathplay, especially on himself. for him, giving that kind of control to a partner is just so fucking sexy, and he loves the connection and intimacy of mixing pain with pleasure. he’s also definitely into biting, scratching, and spanking if you’re okay with it. micha is very possessive …
michael has you bent over in bed, a massive, tattooed hand locked around your smooth, delicate throat, his deep voice low in your ear ; “mein leibling, god, you’re so pretty f’me … feels better like this, no? with my hand around your neck? you always cum so much harder … shhhh, that’s it .. just let me.”
he groans, thrusting so deep that you can feel his fat tip nudge your poor, sensitive cervix, at the same time that his full, heavy balls tense up and brush against your tiny little clit as he tries to stave off his own orgasm. you gasp and choke, a deep whine hardly escaping through his grip on your throat.
“shhhh, angel baby, it’s okay, you’re safe,” he whispers softly, and you believe him wholeheartedly, just giving in and letting him have absolute control over your body.
先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love
notes. idek how long this has been sitting in my drafts sorry :< but I’m really excited for bllk s3 !!
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isagi is one of those athletes who genuinely tries to be polite to the media because he understands they're part of the sport. he'll smile, answer every question thoughtfully, thank reporters for coming, etc.. he's practically the media's golden boy... until they decide to involve you.
one reporter starts with the classic, "your girlfriend has been getting criticized online lately. do you think the attention she’s receiving is distracting you from football?"
his smile doesn't disappear, but it definitely changes. "not really."
"could you elaborate?"
"there's nothing to elaborate on."
dead silence. isagi isn't giving them anything.
"my relationship has never affected my performances. if anything, she’s only supported me."
"but people are saying–"
"people say a lot of things." he says it so calmly that it almost sounds friendly. "i don't base my opinions on anonymous comments."
the interview gets uploaded and everyone immediately notices how his expression changed the second your name came up.
"bro activated post-match interview ego 😭"
"the aura disappeared the moment they mentioned his gf"
"he looked at that reporter like they misplaced a pass"
another time, you're walking beside him after a match. cameras are everywhere. flashes nonstop. it’s all making you feel a bit dizzy.
then one photographer practically shoves a camera inches from your face while another reporter asks, "how does it feel dating someone who's clearly more famous than you?"
before you can even process the question, isagi steps between you and every single camera. he literally uses his body as a shield.
"that's enough. back up."
security immediately intervenes because even they're surprised isagi actually had to say something.
afterwards, he apologizes to you. "sorry. i should've reacted sooner."
and you're staring at him like "you just stared down 20 reporters."
"did i?"
"yoichi."
"i was a little annoyed."
a little, huh? everyone watching could tell he wanted to say about 15 more things.
itoshi rin
rin has absolutely zero respect for reporters who ask stupid questions. none.
they're already on thin ice simply because they exist. involving you makes it worse.
one interviewer smiles way too brightly. "rin, your girlfriend gets a lot of hate online. have you ever thought dating someone less controversial would make your career easier?"
rin hits him with that deadpan look. "have you ever thought asking better questions would make your career easier?"
gagged.
the poor interviewer doesn't even know what to say.
rin doesn't wait. he simply stands up. "interview's over." and leaves. that's it.
the clip reaches 10 million views in two days.
"HE COOKED THEM."
"reporter retiring after this."
"rin woke up and chose unemployment for somebody else."
another time, reporters surround the two of you outside the stadium. they're asking invasive questions, following you, refusing to move, ignoring your requests to be left alone.
rin immediately notices you're getting overwhelmed. so he grabs your hand naturally. his grip is firm enough to remind you, i'm here.
someone continues shouting questions behind you. "rin! does your girlfriend deserve all the sponsorships she’s getting?"
he doesn't even look back. "more than you deserve a microphone."
and keeps walking. doesn't break stride.
the reporters are left standing there while social media loses its mind.
later, when you're home, you quietly tell him, "you didn't have to defend me."
he looks genuinely confused. "why wouldn't i?" like the idea of not defending you has literally never crossed his mind. "you're mine. of course i'm going to protect you."
it's the closest thing to a love confession you'll get that week.
itoshi sae
sae is terrifying because he doesn't raise his voice. ever. disappointment somehow hurts more.
european reporters quickly learn that while sae tolerates difficult football questions… asking about you is dangerous territory. in fact, it’s where he draws the line. and he makes that very known.
"your relationship has become quite the headline recently."
"has it?"
"people believe your girlfriend’s popularity is benefiting from your name."
sae tilts his head slightly. "that's interesting."
the reporter thinks they're winning. then–
"because i was under the impression she’d built her own career. unless i've missed something."
the room starts laughing. the reporter turns bright red. sae simply sips his water.
at another press conference, it happens again: "your girlfriend was criticized for wearing designer clothing to one of your matches."
"okay."
"what are your thoughts?"
"she looked as pretty as always."
"... that's it?"
"did you expect me to criticize what someone i love wears?"
"... no."
"then we're finished."
every answer is somehow more humiliating than if he'd actually gotten angry.
when photographers become too aggressive, sae doesn't shove anyone. doesn't yell either. he simply walks directly beside you, one hand resting against your back, subtly steering you away from the crowd. every camera angle suddenly has him between you and the chaos.
his security team instantly understands. they create space without him needing to say a word.
later that night, you mention, "people online say you never show affection."
sae glances over from where he's making tea. "do you think that?"
"no."
he hums. walks over. brushes your hair behind your ear. and then presses a kiss to your forehead. "good."
because he genuinely couldn't care less what strangers think. only whether you know how much he loves you.
nagi seishiro
nagi hates interviews. hates cameras. hates talking. but somehow finds the energy to become unbelievably articulate whenever someone is disrespecting you.
a reporter asks, "your girlfriend seems to enjoy the spotlight a little more than you."
"mhm."
"doesn't that bother you?"
"why would it?"
"well–"
"i like seeing her happy. next question."
another reporter pushes: "some fans think she’s only dating you because you're famous."
nagi finally looks up from the table. "that's kinda rude."
everyone stops because his tone is so unusually serious.
"you don't know her. so don't act like you do."
that's all he says. but somehow it trends harder than every goal he's scored that month. because nagi never sounds upset.
another time, you're both leaving an awards ceremony. photographers are screaming. someone's trying to get you to look at their camera. another person starts criticizing your outfit loud enough for everyone to hear.
nagi immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders and gently pulls you against his side. "don't listen. they're loud today."
you mumble, "i know."
"wanna go home?"
"... please."
"okay."
that's literally his only priority – getting you away from people who made you feel small.
later, he's scrolling through comments and sees another rude post. he sighs loudly. “can i block the whole internet?"
"i don't think that's possible, sei."
“annoying."
but whenever he defends you and ignores rude press, he only earns the respect of his fans and your fans even more.
mikage reo
reo grew up around the press. he knows exactly how manipulative reporters can be. he also knows how to shut them down without causing a scandal.
someone asks during an interview, "your girlfriend’s spending habits have been criticized recently."
reo smiles politely. "is that so?"
"people think she’s enjoying your family's wealth."
"i refuse to let her pay for anything, even though she has plenty of her own money. now anything else?"
another interviewer tries: "do you think your relationship helps your public image?"
"if anything, my girlfriend’s helping mine."
cue the internet exploding.
"HE'S SOOOOOOOO."
"reo said I'M the trophy boyfriend actually."
"MIKAGE STOCKS UP."
at fashion events, galas, charity dinners, reporters constantly try separating the two of you.
"reo! one photo!"
"can we get one without your girlfriend?"
reo immediately replies, "why?”
"for the article!”
"my girlfriend is the best-looking part of the picture." he grabs your hand. "she stays."
he refuses interviews if you're being treated disrespectfully. he refuses photo shoots if they crop you out after inviting both of you. he even refuses magazine covers if they try creating fake relationship drama.
his PR team has learned not to argue. once reo decides something regarding you, that's final.
one day you apologize. "i'm sorry if dating me causes trouble with sponsors."
he looks genuinely offended. "don't apologize for other people's behavior." he cups your face with both hands. "they don't get to make you feel like you're difficult to love. you're the easiest person in my life to choose."
and if that means correcting reporters, shutting down rumors, or walking out of a hundred interviews… he'll do it every single time.
no headline, sponsorship, or public image will ever matter more to him than making sure you never have to face the cruelty of the press alone.
bachira meguru
bachira is sunshine with a microphone. every reporter loves interviewing him because he's playful, unpredictable, and somehow manages to make every press conference entertaining.
unfortunately for them… they eventually learn there's exactly one way to make bachira stop smiling.
"bachira, your girlrfriend has received quite a bit of criticism online lately."
"mm."
"people say she’s becoming more famous because of your relationship."
he tilts his head. "that's weird."
"why?"
"because i started dating her AFTER i thought she was cool."
the room laughs. the reporter awkwardly chuckles, too. bachira doesn't.
"if i wasn't famous, i'd still love her. if she weren't famous, i'd still love her. so i'm kinda confused why everyone else cares so much."
the smile never leaves his face.
but there's something almost unsettling about how sincere he sounds. to bachira, love has always been incredibly simple. if he loves you, then that's the end of the discussion.
another time, reporters swarm the two of you after a charity event. you're smiling politely, answering questions, etc.
until one photographer says, "can you move over a little? you're blocking bachira."
before you even step aside, bachira steps beside you.
"is she?"
"well... yes."
"then i'll stay here." he wraps an arm around your shoulders with the biggest grin imaginable. "we're a package deal."
"but we'd like some solo shots–”
"you already have plenty. next."
he completely ignores them after that.
he also spends the next 5 minutes making you laugh instead.
the resulting pictures? every single one has you laughing so hard your eyes are closed while bachira looks at you instead of the cameras. they immediately become everyone's favorite photos from the event.
when you apologize later for "making things difficult," he physically pouts. "difficult?" he pokes your forehead. "you're literally my favorite person. if anything, they're the difficult ones. they forgot manners."
“meguru…"
"what? my mama would've scolded them, too."
shidou ryusei
reporters love interviewing shidou because they know he's completely unfiltered. they also regret it approximately 70% of the time. as for the remaining 30%... they're regretting it before the interview even starts.
one particularly brave reporter decides to ask, "your girlfriend seems to attract controversy wherever she goes."
"yeah."
"doesn't that bother you?"
"no."
"why not?"
"controversy's hot."
everyone blinks. "excuse me?"
"means she’s interesting." he shrugs. "boring people don't get talked about."
another reporter jumps in. "people think she’s hurting your brand."
shidou laughs so loudly security looks over. "my brand?" points at himself. "have... have you met me? i'm literally ryusei shidou. my brand is causing problems."
the room erupts. even the moderators are trying not to laugh.
later, someone crosses the line. you're walking through the mixed zone when a reporter loudly comments on his appearance and blames it on you.
"you look exhausted today. is your girlfriend struggling to keep up with your lifestyle?"
shidou stops walking immediately. he slowly turns around while smiling. that's even scarier. then he hits them with the: "say that again."
the reporter suddenly isn't nearly as confident. "... i..."
"nah, go on." he takes a step closer. "you were real loud a second ago."
security is already moving because they know exactly where this is headed.
you gently tug his sleeve. "... ryusei."
he looks down and immediately softens. "yeah?"
"let's just go."
"... okay."
he doesn't even spare the reporter another glance. because the second you asked him to leave… everyone else stopped mattering.
on the drive home, he's still grumbling. "swear they got microphones instead of manners."
"you almost fought someone."
"almost?"
"okay, maybe definitely."
karasu tabito
karasu is incredibly good with words. it’s exactly why reporters hate arguing with him. they never realize they've lost until the interview's already over.
someone decides to be bold and asks, "your girlfriend receives criticism for attending so many of your matches."
"yeah."
"is she doing it for publicity?"
karasu raises an eyebrow. "mate."
"yes?"
"she’s attendin’ my matches. that's... what partners do. unless yers doesn’t."
clocked.
the interviewer coughs awkwardly. "moving on–”
"nuh uh." karasu smiles. "finish that thought."
"well..."
"because if support suddenly became controversial..." he leans forward. “football's gonna have a real problem."
every clip from that interview goes viral.
people in the comments keep saying, "he debates reporters like he's writing a dissertation” or "bro got cross-examined."
another day, someone corners you alone while karasu is finishing sponsor photos. they keep asking increasingly invasive questions. you're visibly uncomfortable.
karasu notices from halfway across the room and immediately excuses himself from the photoshoot. he walks over, sliding seamlessly into the conversation, one arm resting around your waist. "everythin’ alright?"
the reporter brightens. "perfect timing! we were asking–"
"was she answerin’?"
"... well–”
"didn't think so." he smiles politely. "conversation's over."
then he quietly asks you, "ya okay?" when you nod, he kisses your temple. "good. now c'mon."
later, he tells you, "ya never owe anybody yer time just because they have a camera."
it's something he reminds you of often – fame shouldn't mean strangers are entitled to pieces of you.
kaiser michael
kaiser has spent years dealing with tabloids. he's been criticized, idolized, torn apart, praised. almost nothing surprises him anymore.
except seeing someone aim that cruelty at you. that's the one thing he still hasn't learned to tolerate.
a journalist smirks. "your girlfriend seems to be benefiting greatly from dating the world's best striker."
kaiser smiles calm, yet dangerous. "is that so?"
"wouldn't you agree?"
"nein."
"why not?"
"because she was already extraordinary before she met me." he folds one leg over the other. "if anything… i simply have the privilege of standing beside her."
every headline the next morning focuses on that quote instead.
another reporter refuses to let it go. "surely the criticism affects your relationship."
"not particularly."
"how can you be so certain?"
"unlike strangers..." he smiles faintly. “i actually know her."
interview over.
when photographers become pushy, kaiser doesn't lose control. he takes control.
he'll quietly move you to the inside of the sidewalk, away from the crowd, and rest his hand against the small of your back to subtly guide your pace.
if someone tries cutting between the two of you, they physically can't. kaiser positions himself with practiced precision until there's no opening.
every movement is intentional, protective without making a spectacle of it.
one night you admit, "sometimes i wonder if everyone's right."
he immediately looks at you, genuinely confused. "about what?"
"that i'm too much."
he walks over and gently lifts your chin. "lie."
"what?"
"that's not your voice. that's theirs." his thumb brushes your cheek. "don't confuse the two."
then he kisses your forehead with a tenderness almost no one else ever gets to see.
the world may know michael kaiser as arrogant. but you know the man who quietly pieces your confidence back together every time someone tries to break it.
ness alexis
ness is painfully aware of how cruel public attention can be. he knows what it's feels like to have thousands of strangers decide who you are without ever speaking to you.
because of that… he notices the moment you're uncomfortable. before you even say anything.
during interviews, he'll keep subtly checking on you from across the room, making eye contact every few minutes. silently asking, you okay?
if you smile, he relaxes.
if you don't… he's already finding a way to end the interview early.
one reporter decides to push. "your girlfriend has become quite the controversial figure."
ness nods slowly. "... and?"
"do you think the criticism is deserved?"
his expression immediately falls. "no. of course not.”
"why?"
"because i know her. the internet doesn't."
the reporter presses further. "but surely thousands of people can't all be wrong."
ness actually frowns. "thousands of people have been wrong before. history proves that quite often. next question."
another time, someone rudely interrupts you while you're answering. they keep talking over you over and over.
ness finally speaks, firmly enough that the entire room goes quiet. "she was speaking. please don't interrupt her again."
it's such a simple sentence, yet somehow everyone immediately apologizes. it’s the fact that his disappointment is palpable.
afterwards, when you're alone, you sigh. "i feel bad."
"for what?"
"everyone always asks about me instead of football."
ness stops walking. he turns toward you completely. "listen to me." he waits until you're looking at him. "you never have to apologize because someone else chose to be disrespectful. that's their decision. not yours."
later that evening, he notices you've been reading comments again. so he quietly takes your phone, sets it face-down on the table, climbs onto the couch beside you, and wraps both arms around you without saying anything for a long time.
eventually, he mumbles into your hair, "they only know headlines." he squeezes you a little tighter. "i get to know your heart."
to ness, there has never been a fairer comparison than that.
warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), power dynamics (mdom), light degradation/praise, impact play, overstimulation, dacryphilia, creampie, condescending sae, established/implied relationship, lowkey js downright filthy, kinda ooc sae? idk he's just very talkative n mean
"keep those fuckin' legs up," sae pants, hips already halting as he waits for you to follow. "don't even think about wrapping them around me."
you whine in response to his words, legs tired and spent from the energy you put into keeping them up. you wish desperately to just wrap your legs around his waist, to dig your heels in his back so he'd just go deeper. he refuses to even put his whole length in, hellbent on making you beg for his full attention. the last inch or so of his cock hasn't disappeared in the grip of your pussy this entire time—you're sure you can take it. his cock has stretched you out enough and you're so wet that you can't even think.
"sae, please! need it... wan' feel you—" you hiccup as you plea the man whose just rolling his hips into you instead of giving you what you want.
"no. you heard what i said. legs up, baby." he signals you by tapping you on the bottom of your thigh, just in case his poor baby can't even process a verbal command. "or does my cock feel too good that my girl can't even listen?"
he talks to you so mean. he's barely even insulting you, but his words make you feel foolish—if the feeling of his cock bullying your walls isn't enough. but you're not entirely gone. you use a tiny sliver of your remaining strength to pull your legs up, hands used to lock the fold your knees over your chest. the new position draws out a loud moan from your lips, and you're suddenly grateful for sae being so mean—he was right. with your legs lifted fully, he's so deep inside of you.
"that's a good girl, yeah?" sae groans as he feels your walls adjust to the change in position, suddenly it feels tighter, but god—can he now reach that spot that makes you stupid. in a swift thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, tip barely prodding at your cervix. but that's not where he's aiming—he's aiming higher, that spongy-spot of flesh inside of you that translates pleasure directly to your clit. "this," sae delivers a harsh thrust to that spot, "where you want me, baby girl?"
that has you moaning like a bitch in heat, and sae laughs. it's rare, but it's not out of niceties. it's condescending on purpose, "yeah, sweetheart? this the spot that gets you all dumb f'me?"
sae doesn't relent with his thrusts—they're brutal in force and unchanging in pace. he pounds his hips into you in slow, impactful intervals, designed to make you really feel it. his voice comes out in low tones, only rising in pitch when he speaks to you with patronizing tone. it only makes you wetter—and sae knows. he knows how deathly of a voice he possesses, and he uses it to only further enhance your pleasure. he knows you're getting off this—the way his cock disappears into your cunt, the way he belittles you, the way you just fucking take it.
"aren't you just a good li'l girl, baby?" sae draws out the baby, an emphasis made to be impudent. you wish desperately to touch him, pull him in for a hug, feel his body weight on yours—anything. but he doesn't let you. your wrists are bound by his hand, restraining them above your head.
that doesn't stop your desire however, and you attempt to fight your way out of his grip. "uh, uh, uh, sweetheart. no touching," thrust, "remember?"
sae pulls out immediately, and you cry at the loss of his cock inside of you. but his free hand is already wounded back—you know what's coming.
"count f'me, dirty girl," is all that sae murmurs to you before slapping right at your clit. the impact leaves you with a squeal out of your mouth, tears beginning to form at the sensitivity of it all. you almost forget what you're supposed to do until sae repeats himself, voice enough to send your brain into fight or flight, or better yet—freeze. "i said," slap, "count."
"two!" you cry out in response.
"good girl, baby," his tone is suspiciously sweet, "look at what i make of a dirty fuckin' slut." slap.
he lines his dick at your entrance again, tip pushing past your soaked folds and inside of you. but his hand remains at your clit, only now his thumb is the one making contact—not his palm. "you cum when i tell you to. good girls can do that for me, right?"
you don't respond, you're too weak to. your legs are on the edge of giving out, and your voice is raw. all you can really feel is the dulled feeling of sae's cock dragging in and out of your walls and his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. it's too much.
"wanna cum—! please—oh fuck—" you cry, and sae only increases the speed on your clit. "wait! slow down, baby! ah—cumming!"
sae clicks his tongue, "fuck did i tell you?" but he doesn't stop. his cock buries into you over and over again, bullying that one spot inside of you that makes your brain mushy. his thumb is still on your clit, providing you a stimulus that may as well break your mind. your walls flutter around his cock as you cum, squeezing and tightening up. it feels so damn good that sae almost considers letting you off the hook for disobedience. "holy fuck, baby—jus' like that."
you limp as you reach your climax, but it doesn't long for you to start squirming after you realize sae is still going. the overstimulation has you wailing pathetically as tears stream down your cheeks. you beg and plea for him to stop and give you a break, but he's already decided. he warned you that he was going to tell you to cum. now, you're gonna take it as sae chases his high—until he stuffs you full of his cum.
"i asked if good girls can cum when i say, and you didn't even bother." sae grabs your chin, and he relishes in the way your tears stain his fingers in salt. "'m gonna cum soon anyway. a disobedient girl can take that, yeah?" you want to shake your head no in response, but sae's grip on your chin prevents you from doing so. it's firm and meant to keep you in place. but he knows—you know that you don't want him to stop. it feels so fucking good for you, who are you to tell him to stop?
and it isn't long until sae fulfills that promise. his hips stutter into an erratic rhythm, stuffing his cock into your cunt to the brim. his hold on your wrists tighten and he shifts his weight onto that one hand. you're still squealing and moaning all pretty f'him. "cumming, sweetheart—take it." sae cums with a low moan into your ears, spilling into your insides in ropes. if you weren't wet before, you certainly are now. and it's all because of him.
he gives the both of you to catch your breaths, panting into each other's direction. slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of your pussy and you whine. you take a moment to close your eyes with a slight tilt of your head backwards, hopefully to gain at least a little bit of thought. but as you do, you feel a hand brush at your face and how it pushes back a strand of hair behind your ear. in turn, you open your eyes to sae admiring you. he's not smiling—but his irises hold a tinge of care that he doesn't need a mouth to express.
"you okay?" he asks softly, almost a complete 180 of how mean he was earlier. it's so endearing.
"mhm," you reply, and sae drops his body on top of yours, letting go of your wrists. you take the opportunity to trail your fingers through his hair, playing with the strands as a smile forms on your face.
a/n: i only discovered today how much condescending talk gets me wet... anyway.. enjoy ig...
