abstract. why pay attention to your smutty books when your man can just recreate your favorite scenes with you instead? <3
ft. michael kaiser, bunny iglesias, vivien hugo, sae itoshi
cw. requested ; smut: mirror sex, creampies, marathon sëx, edging, bondage (using a belt (?)), making a tape — #unedited
aniyaps: consider this the long overdue 1k celebration + posting this in time for my 19th ! yippee ◡̈
⊹ ࣪ ˖ michael kaiser
kaiser was mad. not for the obvious reasons like yoichi somehow managing to irk him at practice again, rather you. obviously he's not pissed or enraged, rather just annoyed... and sexually frustrated.
"darling... having fun?" — "mhm..."
here he was, getting ready for you and taking his sweet-ass time in the shower to probably have some intimacy with his beloved girlfriend, and there you were, reading another goddamn book with your legs crossed and you just biting your lower lip.
he wasn’t one to really be verbally expressive when it came to his feelings, but he missed you. ever since moving to madrid to play for re al, he wants to take advantage of his short vacation in berlin to see you and possibly spend some time with you… and have some fun.
but what the hell were you doing?!
kaiser wasn't one to really judge your interests or hobbies but here he was, smelling and feeling and looking fucking fantastic and ready for you to fuck and pounce on him, and there you were, looking like you were getting horny over words on a shitty piece of fucking paper on a shitty book?
"what the hell are you even reading? what the fuck is that?" — "a book, mihya. you read them all the time."
he scoffed. "yeah, but not... what the hell? lemme see!”
and after a very short game of tug of war, kaiser’s eyes were met with the most egregious piece of writing he’s ever read.
“mirror sex…? huh? dirty talk?” his gaze fixed on you, and then the evidently large mirror in your bedroom, facing directly in front of the bed.
so your mihya had an idea. why not indulge you. why not take this as an opportunity for the both of you to get what you want: for you to live out your sexually explicit fantasies, and for him to be in you. so….
“god, baby. you’re fucking beautiful, yeah?”
he rasped, guiding your hips on his cock—seeing how you simply fell apart. he had you in pronebone, with your back facing him.
kaiser held the book you once read, gripping your hips and slamming into you with one hand and reading for directions with the other. he was so goddamn teasing.
“he then began to sweet talk her. oh, how nasty he was—she felt her cunt flutter at the contents of his words, praising yet demeaning at the same time and she loved it. yeah? you like that shit, n/n?”
and it’s like you had no shame reading straight up porn in front of your lover, because you tightened up too after he read that excerpt.
“c’mon, pretty girl. look at how stunning you look taking my cock.”
“mhmmm! yes, baby! all f’youuuu—!” you screamed in the sheets, whining loudly when he pulled your hair up so you’d see your tear-stained face and marked up neck for the mirror to reflect.
for the whole time that michael kaiser has known you, never did he think his innocent little girlfriend would be such the savant when it comes to such literary works… or rather straight up book porn.
he began laughing, thrusting into you almost vehemently at how your eyes fucking rolled from how he had you—crying out and scratching and gripping the sheets while your back arched like a cat.
“fuck, i love you… i really fucking love you.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ vivien hugo
you and your lover occasionally have ‘at-home’ dates, where either of you crash at the other’s apartment while you figure out what to do. whether it be cooking or watching movies, it’s fun and cathartic. really cute for dates.
in particular, for today's date you had decided on reading (at least in your case), while vivien listened to sports commentary while looking at his blank book. but in this occasion, he was finished. he had already articulated his next strategy on how to help his striker and was going to speak before he just stared at you. well… he stared at your book and your rather… interesting expression.
“chérie… what are you reading?” your eyes were narrowed, lips curved to a smile while you bit your lower lip, and you tapping your thigh. dare he say, you looked like you were aroused...? or maybe he was just being a pervert thinking that way but...?
“nothing…” “doesn’t seem like that—?”
maybe it was your fault for being too trusting of vivien, but you found yourself hesitantantly sliding the book over to him. he yaps all the time about destiny and shit—so your smut shouldn’t be that bad? right?
and then, did his usually pale face turn red. like beet red. his eyes widened too.
“o-oh… um. love, can i—uh… ask something?” — “sure.”
“what in god’s name is…? i… you want to record our sexual encounters?” he began reading, still his voice quivered with absolute sheepishness.
“she felt her cunt pulse at the thought—both of them being recorded in their most vulnerable state being together. she could only imagine how hot it would be, to see herself be nothing but a cocksleeve for her lover as he demeans her—? y-you’re into that?”
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t thrill you, so you sheepishly nodded.
and so, hugo went to sit down by you on the love seat, and took his phone from his pocket, motioning to it.
“fine. as long as it makes you happy.”
that’s all he needed to say for you to absolutely relish in what you’d do.
“chéri, come on, you can take it? you goddamn slut.”
it was thrilling, for your boyfriend to talk so dirty and be so vocal during sex where you’d film it. he usually grunted, moaned a little, and call you pretty and beautiful… but he’d never outright talk like that.
well, that's what you thought, until he began playing with your pussy on camera.
“look how wet your pretty little pussy is…” the camera was propped on the coffee table, standing on top of the books you two were “reading” while it captured you grinding against his hand. you could feel how his thick fingers made a scissoring motion, how they curled inside you with finesse—and how your legs shook every time, with the sound of your dripping cunt echoing in your ears.
and even when he fucked you with his cock, did it feel even more thrilling with the camera on. “attagirl, pretty. ride me just like that…”
you began riding him, moving your hips in figure-8s while he threw his head back and squeezed your plush hips as your arms around his neck only tightened.
you felt his cock so deep in this position, all the while, the camera was rolling and you could tell how your boyfriend was struggling to keep his moans to himself, quietly groaning with every move of your hips.
and even when your eyes looked over at the camera, your boyfriend held your chin, making you hold eye contact with his sweet onyx eyes.
“focus on me, chéri. eyes on me. only on me.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ bunny iglesias
some say curiosity always kills the cat, but this time, it killed your boyfriend bunny (figuratively, of course).
you had been reading this specific book for a while, and every time he had tried to take a peek at what you were reading, you'd always slam the book shut and leave, with your face burning and your expression evidently flustered. but this time, you were taking a shower, and here was the book you’d been reading, wide open (not really, your bookmark was peeking though) on your nightstand.
and after the forty minutes of your shower, thinking you were probably going to be met with your boyfriend ready to cuddle in bed, were you met with bunny, snickering while sitting on the bed with an evident tent in his pants. he looked up at you and you felt your stomach drop—especially with the way he shook the book in his large hand, lips curved.
“she felt full… full of him—literally. it had been several hours and she felt her cunt overflow with his loads like his… ‘cumdumpster’? after fucking for hours? carajo, cari… never did i think my cute little girlfriend was into this type of shit.”
you felt your face turn warm at the sight of bunny holding your smut book.
“w-why—?” “wanna try it? baby, you know i’m totally into… what are they doing? marathon sex? multiple creampies? fuck, cari. you might be more perverted than anyone i’ve ever met. maybe even more perverted than i am…”
and but of course, you dropped your bath towel and practically pounced on your man. and he was more than willing to indulge in these sexual fantasies of yours depicted in whatever depraved shit you read.
you knew your boyfriend’s nickname came first his speed and the fact that he’s as fast as a goddamn bunny in the field, but the same thing could be said for the way he was fucking you relentlessly.
how long has it been? how long have you felt him felt you so deliciously as he hit your cervix in this position? your back met his firm, scarred chest as he slammed into you all lewd, circling your clit with his thumb while his hips slammed into yours.
the obscene positions he had you in, the absolute debauchery of it all, thrilled you. just the fact that he simply lifted you up and down like his own fuck-doll and spoke to you like it, no less, god, just thinking about it turned you on even more.
and that is exactly what he was doing.
“bizcochita… no seas así [sweetie, don't be like that]. handle it, baby. you wanted it.” your gasps suddenly turned louder and more lewd, with how bunny played with your pussy as he simply destroyed you. “i’m so happy i could fucking die…. god, what a fucking slut you are, yeah? only here to take my cum, right?”
"mmmhmmm—!"
your body—that was once lathered with your body oil and lotion, was glazed with sweat, and cum on your thighs and ass. your legs were shaking and your puffy pussy was overflowing with the amount of loads bunny came into you, practically frothing with how fast he was going.
you were gasping, your cunt squirting for the nth time through his rough thrusts, his cock kissing your cervix at this point.. "o-oh my g-god... haahhhh..."
and even as he himself was losing momentum, he had to keep going—to help you with your sexual fantasies, because shit, they were hot. “hold for a little more, yeah baby? we got all fucking night.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ sae itoshi
you didn’t mean to accidentally leave the tab open on your ipad—after all, you share it with sae.
sae knows you have a little hobby of reading, what exactly? he doesn’t know and he doesn’t think he’d like to… at first.
but then the words of that idiot aiku got to him. how you can tell how freaky a girl is by the things she reads… and honestly? sae wanted to know; but then he had to check the ipad to look at some stuff from his manager (he’s ashamed—which is why he was a bit relieved your tabs were open so he didn’t have to actually snoop in your things).
and when he saw the synopsis of the several books in your barnes and noble cart, his eyes legitimately widened and he let out an almost weird squeak. bondage… and hair pulling.
then of course, google offers those short exerpts so he really got to see what the hell you were reading… and in the first few pages, he gets shown the nastiest smut he’s ever read.
“he tied her up, literally. leather clung to her, restraining her arms and legs while he pulled her hair as she sucked him off like an ice lolly… holy shit…”
so naturally of course, he was curious. which is why when you two were having sex, he wanted to test something.
you were on the mattress, lightly whining while your boyfriend thrusted into you, slamming into you hard yet slow so you could really feel him fill you. he was kneeling, lifting your hips to fuck you deeper—harder.
“mmmm… sae, you feel s’good, baby…” he grunted quietly, looking at you as you covered your face and how your body simply moved with every thrust of his. your pretty breasts moved with every thrust of his hips and your whines made him feel fucking feral… but then he remembered. then he remembered your book.
“baby, i wanna try something.” you blinked, curious, looking at sae and letting out a whine the moment he slipped out of you. “go ahead, love.”
and when he took out the leather belt from the nightstand, he saw how your eyes widened and how your breathing hitched at the sight of it. and then sae decided to be a fucking tease and slammed the folded leather against each other .
“just me, yeah?”
and that’s how you found yourself, face down, ass up while your hands were tied to a post on your bed’s canopy. your boyfriend’s calloused hands kneading your love handles, and you felt him go faster on your poor pussy, twitching against him while he pistons in you. he loved this, seeing how your plush ass slammed against his pelvis while your arms struggled.
“nghh—s-sae—! fuck, i need to cum, please!” and you felt him pull your hair. “not until i tell you.”
then he stopped, and you kept on crying. "l-lemme cum... please, saeee!"
he strangely liked this… he really did, and he could tell you did too with the way you clenched around him.
“mmm.. we should try this again.”
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kewl kewl kewl yayayayyaayayay (oh my god icl i feel like i struggled a lot and it shows bc ngl i'm quite a vanilla person holy fucbdjsjdjsis esp for hugo’s bc wadahell 😭)
u hate kaiser but he fucks u so good content | smut, degradation, doggy, fem!reader, rough pen
kaiser was an asshole.
but right now, his dick was stretching you out so perfectly. like it was designed for it to. everytime he thrusted into you, you could feel his tip pang at your cervix. and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head because — fuck, he was so good at fucking you.
it’d end up like this everytime. he’d disregard your feelings, make everything about himself, get all shouty. you’d tell him to leave you alone, to never see you again.
but he’d give you that look. where his blue eyes became cloudy, his eyebrows tensed, his bottom lip slightly jutting out. that stupid, unraveling pout of his. it got you every time.
“fuck! micha— s’rough!” you squeal.
immediately, his large hand grabbed your head from behind, shoving your face more into the sheets. your breathing panicked as you felt the lack of air traveling to your lungs alongside the sweaty, sticky skin-to-skin contact that made you bristle.
“this pussy needs some good dick, dunit?” he rasped.
“mmmmnnh—” you groan into the sheets. you were sure that when you inevitably lifted your face, there’d be a puddle of drool.
his pace quickened. pushing inside of you became too much for him, and on the sweat-slicked sheets of the bed, his balance faltered slightly. you whimpered, feeling the pounding of his cock hit a new angle inside of you.
“schieße,” he choked out under his breath. “so fucking wet. thought i pissed you off? hn?”
“you—” you cried out, tears smearing all over your face. the fucker still had his hand gripping your head, keeping your face pressed into the mattress. “—y’do,” you sputtered into the fabric.
“do i?”
for a moment, his rhythm slowed. but that was only so he could fully drive into you, making you let out another muffled, cracking squeal. the stimulation — it hurt — but fuck, you loved how it hurt so much. your legs were quivering. your pussy felt like it was going to split apart. ‘cause shit, he was really fucking big.
“y’gonna cum?” he heaved, his legs slightly shaking. his free hand moved to press painfully into your hip. “—god. i’m gonna cum. fuck.”
kaiser groaned loudly, his pace not letting up. your back arched even deeper, letting his restless dick pump against your cervix at an even more intense level.
“yeah,” he moaned in appreciation, his hand moving from your hip to your ass. he let his head fall back, his adams apple bobbing with each sharp, ragged breath he took. “gonn . . . gonna make me . . .” his words trembled.
he slightly readjusted his hips, giving himself more stability on the slippery sheets as he fucked you to chase his own orgasm. and fuck did he orgasm.
his cum gushed inside of you, his pace not relenting as he rode out his climax. the feeling of him stuffing you made your pussy clench, your own orgasm hitting you harder than any you’ve had before. your breathing turned into broken, muffled sniffles as he kept thrusting into your sensitive and soppy, gushing cunt.
“cumming all over my dick,” he heaved as he finally pulled out. he leaned in, whispering into your ear, “you’re such a slut. always coming back just to get fucked by me.”
he took his hand off your head, allowing you to freely lift yourself up.
but you couldn’t. instead, you sunk more into the mattress, your legs still twitching slightly from the aftershocks of his cock stuffing you whole.
pinch!
fuck, you immediately jolted, propping yourself on your forearms as you turned to look up at kaiser. the bastard just pinched you. but . . . shit, he fucked you completely senseless. resting your weight on your forearms was already enough to make you completely give out.
“gonna keep on doing this,” he grinned darkly. “love seeing that cock-drunk look on y’face. so fucking sexy.”
you breathed shakily, sinking back into the mattress. fuck. he was so right. you were cock-drunk.
“i don’t really prep you, do i?” kaiser murmured, on his knees between your thighs. you looked up at him, flat on your back and nervously shaking.
his gaze was on your exposed wet pussy. then, it shifted to ness, who sat on the edge of the bed — torso twisted so he could angle his vision entirely on you and kaiser.
“prep?” ness questioned.
“yeah. like fingering or whatever,” kaiser answered. he turned to look back at you. “i just like letting you feel the stretch of me.”
“. . . fuck you,” you mutter, your bumbling gaze darting back and forth from the bedsheets to kaiser.
kaiser simply smiled, though his low lidded gaze was heavy with irritation. he turned his face over to ness again, who had his brows furrowed and pupils trembling.
“see how she can get?” kaiser scoffed.
“kaiser, when can i—”
“don’t start, alexis,” kaiser cut him off. he turned his gaze back to you, the disruptive heat briefly softening to a simmering gleam. “you like the stretch of me, don’t you?” his tone was hushedly taunting — designed to make you feel embarrassed.
“y—yes,” you mumble, your voice almost getting caught in your throat.
“every time,” he chuckled, clearly satisfied with your now shy compliance.
ness glared at you two with a glued stare — completely captivated as he was watching kaiser begin pulling down his own sweats to reveal himself.
“alexis. watch,” kaiser instructed firmly, his gaze not averting from your body.
“mhm,” ness nodded vigorously, completely honest with his submission.
“you ready, schatzi?” kaiser purred, leaning down to nip your earlobe — prompting you to respond.
you nodded, feeling too fuzzy and embarrassed to speak the proper words. because, well, ness was right there. watching. kaiser’s ‘friend’ that always gave you weird looks or meaningless smiles. your heart twisted and ached, though.
because you swore you were twice as wet than when it was just you and kaiser.
kaiser’s leaking cock pushing inside of you slowly made you sound out a pitchy squeak — which only encouraged kaiser’s madness even more.
“fuuckk,” kaiser groaned reverently, his eyes closing as he absorbed the feeling of the gummy walls of your pussy squeezing his throbbing cock. “it feels so good. every fucking time.”
ness shuddered slightly — feeling a knot in his gut that was being utterly neglected. his mind was dizzying with the ache of his own hard, twitching cock.
once kaiser fully pushed inside of you, he leaned down to give you a harsh, suckling bite on the flesh in the crook of your neck. you bit your lip, trying to stifle a squirming moan. his teeth dug violently into you, though his tongue swirled your reddening skin and his lips slurped on both your sweat and his drooling saliva.
he pulled away, not bothering to give a softening lick.
and then he started moving his hips back, his cock pulling out of you in a way that made you feel starved and empty.
“see?” kaiser murmured to ness. “now your turn.”
“w—what?!” you and ness both sputtered.
kaiser snorted, his eyes narrowing as he fully glanced at ness. impatient and still a little pussy-drunk.
“you heard me,” he huffed in frustration. he efficiently pulled his sweatpants back up, already moving over and out from between your legs.
ness sat frozen, his eyes following kaiser who now was standing at the bed’s side — gaze dark and expectant. then, his gaze traveled over to your wide blown expression.
as well as your gushing wet pussy, that was pulsing inwards and outwards from being deprived of kaiser’s cock.
kaiser’s jaw muscle tensed slightly, frustrated from not hearing no response and seeing no movement.
“didn’t i tell you to do something, alexis?” kaiser whispered lowly. he grimaced, as if truly offended. and that offended look in his eyes bore straight into your naked body. “schatzi, he’s nervous,” he said, merely belittling ness.
“m’not nervous,” ness replied quickly. instinctively, he started moving towards you.
you jolted, shocked from the sudden dips in the mattress and shifting of the sheets. your eyes frantically landed onto ness, who was now positioned between your thighs — just like how kaiser was.
and gosh. you couldn’t help but look right down at his bulge. his sweats were completely strained, pulling tantalizingly taut along his cock. he was so fucking hard.
“go on, then.” kaiser crossed his arms, staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression. “get that erection of yours dealt with.”
“h—huh?” ness quivered, his head tilted and turned to kaiser. almost as a defensive gesture, ness’s hand self-consciously palmed his erection.
“fuck her ‘til you cum,” kaiser snapped. his face was contorted with complete frustration and irritation. not to mention how he said the statement like it meant alleviation rather than more sour awkwardness.
and that confused the shit out of you. why was he so willing to offer you up like this? that wasn’t fucking fair.
“kaiser,” you breathe, basically struggling to get your words out. the tense, suspenseful environment was tearing at your insides.
kaiser’s sharp gaze flickered over to you, his features softening slightly. “what.”
“n—ness is . . .” you trailed off, almost unable to finish your thought. you groaned staggeredly, frustrated with yourself.
“don’t get shy,” kaiser sighed, annoyed. he uncrossed his arms, crawling back onto the bed and sitting on his knees at the bed’s end.
ness bit his lip, kneeling between your legs looking completely dazed and lost. did you not want him inside of you? ness got nervous.
“alexis. do what i tell you,” kaiser said, his gaze still fixed on you when he spoke.
immediately, ness began tugging on the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and letting his twitchy, slick cock fall out.
your breath hitched, your eyes unwantingly stuck on ness’s blushing tip that twitched with every slight splurt of anticipatory pre-cum. ness even slightly whimpered in shyness, which made your gut heat up.
“you’re going to take him like a good girl,” kaiser grinned. then, he looked over at ness who was beginning to position himself at your entrance.
ness trembled slightly, his movements hesitant.
but then, ness pushed inside —
“haaah—” you moan loudly, both in shock and pleasure.
ness was more desperate and rushed compared to kaiser, and his cock was antsy inside of you, causing you to slightly squirm. your thighs clamped tight around ness’s torso, making his breath almost inaudibly hitch.
“s’. . . .good,” ness mumbled, his voice squeaky and broken as he still tried processing the feel of your pulsing cunt.
“he’s a fucking pervert,” kaiser said to you as ness began to push in and out of you. your body tensed and twitched, unraveling more and more every second.
yet here kaiser was. basically conversing with you.
“he always tells me how much of a whore you are,” kaiser hummed, his gaze fixed on your spit bubbling lips.
“k—kaiser!” ness’s pace immediately faltered, completely embarrassed and guilty.
kaiser scowled. “did i tell you to fucking stop?”
ness squirmed, beginning to clinically resume his pace. your pussy was heating up from all the changes in ness’s rhythm. you weren’t entirely sure how much you liked it — but you did know that your orgasm was starting to fester inside of you.
“s—schieße,” ness stuttered, his cock twitching as he felt his guts crackle with his incoming orgasm.
you moaned loudly, which only made ness quicken his rhythm, getting more and more desperate to cum inside of you. sweat trickled down your face as your body struggled grounding itself — completely at odds with the throbbing of ness’s dick thrusting in and out of you.
“it’s s’good,” ness moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he let himself take in the feel of your walls flush against the flesh of his pumping cock.
kaiser furrowed his brows, watching the scene closely with narrowed eyes. the quicker ness’s pace got, and the louder your moans got, kaiser got more restless. his fists slightly clenched, his red knuckles blushing even more from his own grip.
“m’kay. stop for a moment,” kaiser said.
ness whimpered as his pace halted while still inside of you. the feel of your cunt pulsing around his throbbing dick made his whole body weaken.
“w—what is it?” ness managed to huff out.
“you’re doing it wrong,” kaiser told him.
you lay there, biting hard on your bottom lip, trying to stifle any more sounds that could possibly come out. the feel of ness’s cock relentless pulsing inside of you kept sending tingles throughout your core — you weren’t sure if you could hold back. right here. in this moment.
and, when kaiser spoke, saying, “pull out of her.”
ness had pulled out of you, moving away from you completely.
“ah— hah . . . ah!” you squirmed, your cunt beginning to gush with more slick and ache with more contractions. the loss of ness’s warmth inside of you made you shiver with desperation.
“what does my needy girl like instead?” kaiser cooed, beginning to settle himself between your legs.
“i— i like—”
kaiser interrupted you, “you like it when your clit gets attention, too.” he reached his tattooed hand forward, his thumb beginning to thread mind-numbing circles along your engorged clit.
“ah—! micha!” you moaned.
“see, alexis? this is how you please her,” kaiser murmured, his gaze fixed on ness.
ness trembled where he sat at your side. actively listening to kaiser, he kept frantically nodding — almost impatiently so. perhaps he really wanted to get it right this time. and be able to cum inside of you uninterrupted.
“micha. . . — s’too much . . .” you whine, arching your back as if to alleviate the overwhelming buzz in your core.
“is it?” kaiser mocked. “but you cum every time.”
you bit on your words once you felt kaiser pull away, leaving you feeling starved — for the third time. in this moment, your heart rate was fluttering between all sorts of rhythms, and your pussy was all puffy and throbbing.
you needed to finish so badly.
“okay, alexis, go ahead then,” kaiser sighed dismissively, moving away from you to sit at the edge of the bed.
ness quickly followed kaiser’s instructions, moving over to you to settle between your legs.
and not once did his gaze shift from your wet pussy. not once did he look you in the eye. he looked like a man starved.
“a—are you . . . ready?” ness feverishly asked, visibly shaking from anticipation.
“mhm,” you nod wearily. you only thought one thing; you needed to finish so fucking badly.
ness smiled, his cheeks flushed with red. he quickly began settling his tip along your sopping entrance. even the faintest contact of him with your pussy was enough to make you flex slightly, feeling the tension overwhelm your body.
“mmmmnn . . . fuuckk,” ness groaned as he pushed inside of you.
your breath stammered again — and even more when —
“hah— fuck!” you squeak, having felt ness’s thumb pressing into your clit.
you ever so slightly writhed around from where you lay on the bed, feeling the sensations in both your clit and pussy completely override everything in your mind.
ness trembled, his pace fraying just slightly as he began feeling his tip twitch inside of you with the need to cum. his throat felt like closing up — the gummy flesh of your pussy was feeling all too good — and the picture of your writhing underneath his touch made his dick ache — he was going to —
“haaah. . .” ness moaned, closing his eyes shut as he began shooting warm ropes of cum inside of you.
you felt like your lower body melted, the feeling of his throbbing cock and gushing tip made you yourself orgasm. your walls pushed inwards and pulled arounds along the pulsing base of ness, who was still buried inside of you.
ness squirmed at the heating press of your pussy against his sensitive dick. he began pulling out, though not with much stability. his physicality momentarily malfunctioned from the intensity of his orgasm.
“wow,” kaiser’s voice sounded through the air. “didn’t expect to see all of that.”
“h—huh?” ness panted.
“look at that,” kaiser pointed to your pussy that was gushing with ness’s cum. more and more splurted out of you the more your walls squeezed and pulsed.
ness turned entirely red, hurriedly pulling his pants up and moving off of the bed. kaiser only watched you with a sultry glance, enamoured by your cum-soaked pussy.
𐔌 . asking sae itoshi if he'd fight for you (while hes fucking you) ! ୧
warnings: smut , minors dni , mean!sae , blue lock , piv , hes kinda possessive?
❤︎ . this is for you, @solalol as requested ! im super exshauted it might suck. i hope you like it! comment to be added to my bluelock taglist :p
"sae would you fight someone for me?"
the question slips out in a broken moan right as sae itoshi, your beloved boyfriends slams into you from behind, his thick cock buried balls deep in your dripping cunt.
you're on all fours on his bed, ass up high, face pressed into the sheets while he grips your hips hard enough to bruise. he's been fucking you like that for the last hour. deep, punishing strokes that make your whole body jolt forward with every thrust. sae freezes, his cock twitching angrily inside you. the room is filled with the wet sounds of your cunt clenching around him and both of you breathing hard.
"...what?" he asks, clearly taken aback. he grinds his cock deeper inside you, rolling his hips so you feel every inch stretching you open. "you're really asking me that while i'm fucking you?"
you whimper eyes rolling back as you push back against him, regardless of your legs are already shaking. "i did... so would you? fight someone for me?"
sae lets out a short, humorless laugh. his hand slides up your back and fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can lean over you. "yeah. sure. i'd fight them." his next thrust is harder and meaner, making you cry out.
"but why the fuck are you thinking about other men right now? when my cock is splitting this sloppy pussy open?"
he starts moving again, fucking you with slow, heavy drags of his cock that drag against every sensitive spot inside you. the angle was brutal, letting him hit so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
"mmm...but what if it's someone you know?" you gasp, still pushing your luck even as your brain starts melting. "like...would you fight rin for me?"
sae had shoved into you once more harshly, forcing a moan out of you as you said his brother's name. the second the name leaves your mouth sae goes completely still.
rin? his brother? did you just moan his brother's name? accidentally or not—sae's grip on you tightened, his eyes darkening.
you feel sae's cock throb violently inside you, like the mere action pissed him off so bad it made him harder. his grip on your hair tightens harshly.
"rin?" sae's voice drops even lower, icy and venomous. "you're thinking about my useless fucking brother right now? moaning his name when i'm the one inside you?"
he doesn't wait for an answer. he yanks your hips back and starts fucking you harder, in mean, ruthless strokes that knock the breath out of you. the sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room, wet and filthy.
"you dumb little slut," he says, leaning over you so his chest presses against your back. "you've actually lost the plot haven't you?"
the anger in his voice was clear, even clearer with the sudden change of pace. he pressed your head down into the pillow, fucking you harshly. your eyes rolled back, tears threatening to fall as sae began hitting your cervix with every single thrust without remorse.
"answer me," sae demands, voice still scarily calm even as he's railing you senseless. "you think rin could fuck you like this? think he could stretch this greedy pussy the way i do?" he reaches under you and slaps your clit lightly, making you jerk. "huh? speak."
"n-no—sae—fuck!" you moan, drooling onto the sheets as he fucked you.
"that's right..no."
"this pussy belongs to me. only me..and you have the nerve to bring up rin while i'm ruining you?" his hand slides around to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "do you really get that dumb when you're high of cock? hm?"
"hck—sae too deep!" you whined, your mind becoming a complete mush, completely consumed by pleasure. every brutal thrust knocks another moan out of you, your walls fluttering wildly around his thick cock. your brain feels fuzzy, pleasure fogging everything up as he fucks you stupid—literally.
"say it," sae hisses right against your ear. "tell me who owns you. tell me whose name you should be screaming right now?"
"yours—sae it's yours," you babble, voice wrecked. "only yours..let me cum please!!"
"good girl. finally using your brain." he bites down on your shoulder, sucking a dark mark into your skin while he keeps fucking you deep and steady. "i'm gonna fuck that name right out of your head. every time you even think about rin you're gonna remember how i destroyed this pussy for it and dont you dare cum."
he angles his hips on purpose, hitting that sweet spot over and over, making you cry out. you were so wet it's dripping down your thighs, the lewd squelching sounds embarrassing and hot at the same time.
"look at you," sae mocks. "pushing your hips against me like some desperate whore...do better if you wanna cum sweetheart."
you nod frantically, moaning and whimpering. all you can focus on is the way his cock stretches you, the way he owns every inch of you. you arched your back more, forcing more of him inside you.
sae grins, staring down at you. "yeah..good girl. no cumming until I teach you a lesson hm? all nice and proper."
ּ֯ . ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ how’s it like having sex with them while having a shy personality ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ꒱ 〜 ♯ ⋮ 𝄞 new gen 11 × shy gf ༉ .ᐟ ★ 18+
SAE ITOSHI ୨୧
your face was buried into a pillow while sae was thrusting deep inside of you.
you weren’t good at making eye contact and would easily get frustrated. that’s why you always buried your face onto a pillow no matter what. but unfortunately sae was really tired of it— all he wanted to see was his pretty princess get destroyed by him.
"look at me," sae commands, his voice low and demanding as he thrusts deeper, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches to pull your face up from the pillow. his eyes burn with possessive intensity, refusing to let you hide anymore. "i said look at me, princess. let me see those pretty eyes as i ruin you."
you whimper and tried to turn away, your cheeks flushing bright red as you bury your face back into the pillow. sae's hand tightens around your hip possessively, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic as he grows frustrated. "don't hide from me," he growls, his free hand reaching around to grab your chin firmly.
he forces your face up, making you look at him. your eyes are glassy with tears and pleasure, lips parted in a silent whimper. sae breathes heavily, watching your reaction. "there she is," he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek while his hips roll, hitting that spot inside you that makes you shriek. "my good little princess."
you clench around him, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying out. sae smirks, leaning down to capture your lips in a rough, possessive kiss. "no hiding," he whispers against your mouth, teeth grazing your bottom lip before biting down.
he pulls back slightly, watching your face as he thrusts deeper, slower, drawing out every sensation. your face scrunches up in pleasure as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. you're practically vibrating with the force of it. he breaks the kiss and moves to your neck, marking you with deep love bites. "shh, i know you like it,"
you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as a wave of pleasure crashes through you. your legs start to get weak beneath you, unable to hold up your body.
"look at how pretty you look like this," sae watches you with a darkened gaze, his movements becoming more deliberate, almost cruel in how he's grinding into you.
your eyes flutter shut instinctively and sae growls low in response. "eyes open. now." his hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "i want to watch you fall apart on my cock, princess." his thumb brushes across your trembling bottom lip as he picks up his pace.
a broken sob tears from your throat as he snaps his hips forward relentlessly. you struggle to keep your eyes open, your vision blurring with tears of overstimulation as he forces you to maintain eye contact. every thrust drags a desperate cry from your lips, your body completely at his will.
"good girl," sae breathes out, his voice dripping with arrogance and affection.
he keeps his hand firmly on your jaw, ensuring you can't look away even as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. tears spill over your lashes, streaking down your heated cheeks. "so beautiful when you cry for me," he murmurs, his hips slamming into yours with punishing precision. "taking me so fucking well, princess." your body trembles violently, completely surrendering to his rhythm.
your back arches off the bed as your climax hits suddenly—blinding white and overwhelming. a high, desperate cry escapes your lips, completely breaking through your usual restraint. your inner walls clamp down hard around him, your vision flickering white.
sae watches your face with dark, almost predatory satisfaction. his thumb rubs your swollen bottom lip. "there it is."
maybe after all, making simple eye contact with sae wasn’t so bad.
HUGO VIVIAN ୨୧
asking hugo to simple pleasure you, wasn’t something you’d easily ask.
you really been needing him after days of him simply going out due to his soccer games or training. but you’re just so easily nervous when it came to ask him about something, and that question was part from the list. so when he came home that day from training— you looked at him with those big beautiful eyes, body sorta trembling.
but hugo recognized that look immediately. the trembling bottom lip, the wide, glassy eyes that practically screamed desperation—he knew you needed him. it was the specific look you got when you’d gone days without his attention, overwhelmed by your own nervousness and too shy to voice what you wanted.
he dropped his gym bag instantly by the door, kicking his shoes off without breaking eye contact.
because thankfully, hugo knew your body language every time.
"come here," he said softly, already moving towards the couch. he knew exactly what you needed before you even asked. those days apart took their toll on you, and he could see it in the way you fidgeted with your fingers, the way you wouldn't look up at him.
he didn't make you speak. he knew asking you to form words would only make that nervous trembling worse. instead, he simply pulled you between his legs, letting you bury your face in his neck. it was immediate safety—a silent signal that you didn't have to ask, didn't have to stutter or explain yourself. he understood perfectly.
so when your clothes and his were off, your shyness became more apparent.
you tried to hide under the sheets. your shoulders pressed in, legs curled tight, body instinctively protecting itself from view. it was an awkward, desperate attempt to become small—to disappear.
but hugo wasn't going to let you hide. not from him. not from this. "don't," he murmured, his voice a quiet command. not harsh, just firm.
he reached over, gently peeling the duvet back until you were completely bare before him, exposing every inch of you that you tried so desperately to conceal. the cool air hit your flushed skin, making a soft, breathy whimper slip past your lips and your legs instinctively try to clamp together.
"none of that," hugo whispered, catching your knees before they could lock.
his big athletic body moved gracefully between your legs. he spread them wider, his large hands gently pressing against your inner thighs to keep them open. he knew exposing you like this made you spike, but he needed you spread before him—needed to see every secret part of you.
the mere touch of his fingers, even just the gentle pressure on your skin as he held you open, made you tense up completely. your hips curled away from him, your whole body tensing as if you were preparing to run. it was an instinctive, almost feral rejection born from self-consciousness.
"stay still," he said, not quite demanding. it was a quiet observation.
he leaned down, his breath hot against your core. you felt his thumbs tracing along your exposed folds, opening you just a fraction more—not for his pleasure, but purely to give him better access. not a single word passed between you; none were needed. his actions spoke volumes.
and then his tongue made contact.
you couldn't help it. a sharp gasp escaped you, your hands flying up to clutch the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric so tightly your knuckles turned white. that soft, wet contact—it was almost too much. your body was alive and responsive despite how much you wanted to disappear.
he didn't push. he just tasted, but slowly.
your breath hitched as his tongue traced slow, deliberate circles against your most sensitive spot. he wasn't attacking you or trying to drive you crazy. he was just savoring you. like you were something precious and delicious. and that terrified you almost as much as it pleased you.
the wet-warm pressure made your hips jerk involuntarily. you tried to stop yourself, to curl inward, but his fingers were on your inner thighs, holding you steady. no escape. your legs only shook weakly under his weight.
his nose brushed against you, a soft, intimate gesture that made your chest tight. he wasn't rushing, wasn't demanding any response from you.
he just explored you. his tongue flicked out to trace your seam, then circled your clit gently, like he was studying something delicate and rare. your clit pulsed, starting to leak with a life of its own. hugo drank those first drops eagerly, making a quiet, satisfied sound that vibrated against your sensitive flesh.
get you a man just like hugo who’s understanding in your body language.
MICHAEL KAISER ୨୧
michael hated whenever you covered your mouth while he was fucking you.
the reason why was because you hated the way you sounded. it felt embarrassed and since you have a really shy personality, it made seem like you were making weird noises after all.
he watched you muffle your whimpers against your palm, his pupils dilating with anger and frustration. he knew you were embarrassed, but that didn't mean he was going to make it easy for you. in fact, he was going to make it harder. he pulled out slowly, making you whimper louder.
"no," he growled, his voice low and vibrating against your chest. before you could react, his large hand clamped around your wrist, tearing your hand away from your mouth and pinning it firmly into the mattress beside your head.
"i told you about that," he warned, his hips snapping forward harshly, forcing a loud, broken cry from your throat.
your whimpers became loud, needy cries, bouncing off the walls and filling the room. michael knew you were mortified, but fuck if he was going to let you hide those cute sounds. he was going to make sure you heard yourself, loudly and clearly.
he leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke, each word punctuating a deliberate thrust. "there it is. your pretty little voice. you sound so fucking good, baby."
he increased the pace, intentionally hitting that spot deep inside that made your toes curl and your back arch. your sounds grew more uncontrolled—high, breathless, desperate—exactly what he wanted.
"that's it," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he listened to your uninhibited noises. he loved how raw and honest they were—how you couldn't fake or hold back when he was fucking you like this.
he captured your mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing your cries as he pounded into you relentlessly. his hand left your wrist to grip your thigh, lifting it higher and spreading you wider. the new angle made you scream into his mouth, the sound muffled but no less loud or desperate.
he swallowed every high-pitched noise you made, refusing to let you hide a single thing. your shame melted away under his overwhelming dominance, replaced by pure, desperate pleasure. your moans turned into broken sobs, shamelessly loud and beautifully wrecked, echoing in the room exactly how michael wanted them. he wasn't letting you be shy anymore. not tonight.
you shattered around him with a broken, keening wail that tore through the room—high and desperate and nothing like the soft sounds he knew you wanted to make. your walls clamped down on him like a vice, trembling as the orgasm ripped through you again and again.
michael groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt you squeeze him impossibly tight.
"there it is," he growled against your lips, still chasing his own release. "that's the sound i want to hear every fucking time."
he fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, draining every last drop until you were sobbing, your voice hoarse and wrecked. when he finally came, he buried himself deep, grinding your hips into the mattress as he emptied himself inside you.
DON LORENZO ୨୧
you absolutely hated when you felt lorenzo cold golden grills while he ate you out.
not because it was cold and you flinched every time. but because you felt awkward whenever you two made eye contact— you weren’t a good person when it came to hold simple eye contact.
his lips and tongue work expertly between your legs, golden grills glinting in the dim light as he holds eye contact—those dark purple eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity. the cold metal brushes against your sensitive skin, making you gasp and squirm, hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth.
he slows down just enough to watch your reaction, those golden teeth catching the light as his tongue traces a slow circle. the contrast—hot breath, cold metal—makes you see stars. he notices you looking away, the way your gaze darts to the ceiling, the wall, anywhere but at him. a low chuckle rumbles against your folds. "eyes on me, amore."
you immediately squeeze your eyes shut, breaking the rule because holding eye contact while he does this feels physically impossible. your thighs tremble, trying to clamp around his head, trying desperately to hide somewhere from that heavy, predatory stare. the cold metal of his grills slides against your clit again, making you jolt and whimper.
his tongue drags flat across your clit, the gold scraping just enough to make you gasp. your face burns—not just from pleasure, but from the sheer embarrassment of having him this close, this intimately, and you can't even look at him. you're painfully shy about this stuff, especially when it involves him.
he pulls back slightly, his tongue hovering just over your hole as he waits. you're so focused on not looking at him that you don't notice his hand gently gripping your hip, holding you in place. the silence stretches, filled with your shallow breaths and the cold metal against your skin. "look at me when i eat you out, cariño."
your face burns hotter, a bright flush spreading down your neck and chest. the thought of watching him—seeing the golden glint against your most private parts while maintaining eye contact—is mortifyingly overwhelming. you press your hands over your eyes, shaking your head frantically, your entire body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and bashfulness. "i-i can't... it’s embarrassing..."
his warm, rough hands gently pull your hands away from your face, revealing your tear-streaked, beet-red cheeks and wide, pleading eyes. he leans down, his face hovering right above your pussy as he speaks, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shivers through you. "nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart."
he pauses, his breath ghosting over your folds as he waits for you to meet his gaze. the room is silent except for your shaky breaths and the distant hum of the city outside. you're terrified of meeting his eyes, of seeing the desire and focus there, so you stare at the ceiling instead. "look at me, por favor."
you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, your thighs pressing together around his head in an unsuccessful attempt to hide.
you hear him chuckle darkly against your skin before his nose presses between your folds. "you gonna watch me make you cum, or do i have to tape your eyes open?"
your mouth falls open, face completely hot with embarrassment. the thought is obscene, completely outside of anything you could've imagined, and you don't even want to consider the possibility.
your whole body stiffens, and you pull away, trying to sit up."d-don't joke about that... that's—" he immediately catches your hips and pins you back down effortlessly, preventing you from escaping. his expression is soft but dominant, recognizing exactly how shy and overwhelmed you get.
"not joking, mi vida."
he taps your nose gently with one finger."either you keep your pretty eyes open and look at me, or i tie them open." the tone says he absolutely will.
BUNNY IGLESIAS ୨୧
your hands gripped against bunny’s shoulder while slowly riding him.
your breath hitches, looking away in awkwardness and embarrassment. you hated riding him because you always felt awkward when it came face to face with his beautiful face.
bunny's jaw tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your hips as he felt you squirm. he noticed how you refused to meet his gaze, your eyes darting everywhere but at him.
"look at me baby," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, though there was a hint of amusement underneath. his hips stuttered upward, testing your rhythm, disrupting your awkward pace.
you let out a small gasp as his hips jerked upward, breaking your concentration. your eyes snapped to his face briefly before darting away again. bunny's expression softened slightly, his thumb brushing over your hip in a gentle caress. "come on, you can do better than this,"
he watched as you avoided his gaze, his expression turning into one of slight frustration. he gripped your hips harder, lifting you up slightly before pulling you back down onto his lap, his length filling you completely.
he groaned softly at the feeling, his eyes closing briefly before opening again to find you still looking away.
"eyes on me," he demanded, his voice dropping an octave. he hated how shy you were getting during these moments, how you always seemed to be apologizing or acting awkwardly. he wanted you to enjoy this, to feel good, to connect with him.
bunny's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and desire. he knew you were trying, but your self-consciousness was killing the mood. he hated seeing you so uncomfortable during something meant to be pleasurable.
without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down hard against him.
you cried out at the sudden pressure, your eyes finally locking onto his. bunny's gaze held you captive, dark and intense, watching every flicker of your expression with possessive satisfaction. he didn't let you move, keeping you pressed flush against his chest, still seated deep inside you.
"there you are," he breathed against your lips, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
he started lifting you up and down on his length, his strong arms doing all the work. he knew you were self-conscious, so he decided to take control. he watched your face closely, his eyes trailing from your lips to your cheeks, which were flushed a beautiful pink.
"mmn..." a broken whimpered spilled from your lips as he easily manhandled your weight. the friction was overwhelming, and your head tipped forward against his shoulder, hiding your burning face in the crook of his neck.
bunny didn't stop, his rhythm steady and deep, forcing those little sounds out of you. he chuckled low in his throat, the vibration rumbling against your chest.
"shh," bunny soothed, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he continued to move you up and down. he knew you were feeling shy and awkward, and he wanted to reassure you.
his voice was gentle when he spoke again, "you're doing so well, sweetheart. just feel it."
your cheeks burned hotter, burying your face completely against his neck. you hated how exposed you felt, relying completely on him because your embarrassment kept you from taking initiative yourself.
bunny didn't mind in the slightest. he bounced you steadily on his lap, swallowing your soft, overwhelmed sounds with affection, murmuring sweet praises into your hair. "good girl. just let me handle it."
your body stiffened, a quiet, sharp sound escaping your throat. your grip on his shoulders tightened painfully, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as a tight, helpless gasp caught in your chest. your whole body trembled, your hips hitching up in a helpless rhythm that you couldn't control.
your face was hot—too hot. you immediately turned away, hiding your expression.
bunny felt your muscles spasm around him, your body going rigid before melting into a complete, helpless tremble against his chest. he immediately slowed his pace, guiding you gently through the aftershocks rather than chasing his own high, his hands rubbing soothing circles up and down your spine.
"shh, i've got you," he murmured softly, pressing kisses to your sweaty temple.
JULIAN LOKI ୨୧
you always felt unsure whenever you and loki were in the missionary position.
one because you hated that feeling whenever his eye roamed against your body, two because you didn’t know either to look at him or something else, three because you become super stiff.
"look at me, love." he said softly, his hands gently framing your face to make you meet his gaze. he kissed you deeply and slowly, trying to relax you and make you focus on him instead of your insecurities. his hips moved gently against yours, setting a slow rhythm.
your breath hitched and you couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as his tongue tangled with yours. he continued kissing you slowly, his hips moving in a slow grind against yours.
his hands slid down to your hips, holding you in place and keeping the slow pace.
"mmh..." he hummed against your lips, the sound vibrating through your chest as he swallowed the small noises escaping you. he broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his yellowish eyes locking onto yours, refusing to let you look away.
the slow, deliberate roll of his hips was intoxicating, grounding you in the sensation and eliminating any chance for your mind to wander.
"keep your eyes on me," lokis voice dropped to a whispers, his fingers digging into your hips possessively. he could feel you starting to relax underneath him, your body responding to his slow, deep thrusts. the sight of you looking at him with those innocent doe eyes was driving him wild.
"there," he murmured softly, watching your face as it slowly unclenched. the tension leaving your shoulders and your body, your hips even slightly tilting up to meet his. a faint smirk ghosted across his lips.
"that's it, love." he praised gently, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "you're doing perfectly well." his pace remained steady, measured.
your reaction was adorable. you blushed deeply at his praise, your eyes softening even more. your hips moved with his, matching his rhythm perfectly. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. loki smiled against your neck, pressing soft kisses there. "good girl,"
the praise sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through your veins, making your toes curl against his back. you felt yourself melting completely into the mattress, your body no longer stiff but pliant and responsive under his touch. your arms hesitantly slid up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers hovering onto his bald head as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.
he felt the shift in you, the way your body finally surrendered to the moment. a low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest. his grip on your hips tightened slightly, steering you into a more rhythmic pace, more deliberate in its slowness.
he pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips barely brushing your skin. "there you are,"
your body felt foreign and sensitive in the best way, every touch sending sparks through your nerves. you couldn't help but whimper softly against his neck, your legs tightening around him. he was taking his time, making love to you slowly and gently until all your insecurities evaporated.
your breathing quickened, the slow, deliberate movements sending you closer to the edge. you could feel your walls clenching around him, your body trembling beneath his. you tried to pull back slightly, the unfamiliar feeling overwhelming you, but his grip on your hips remained firm.
"no," he murmured against your ear, his voice a warning. "don't hide from me."
your eyes squeezed shut, your back arching off the mattress as the coil in your stomach snapped tight. a broken cry tore from your throat, your body trembling violently as your orgasm crashed over you. loki didn't stop his slow, torturous rhythm, working you through it, his hand stroking your hair as you shattered beneath him.
"that's it," he praised softly.
you couldn't breathe, couldn't think—just feel him inside you as you rode out the waves. your legs trembled around his waist, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
he slowed his pace even more, prolonging your climax, milking every shudder from your body. "look at me," he commanded softly, knowing you'd try to hide your face in the aftermath.
your eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense green gaze. he was watching you come undone beneath him, his expression a mix of satisfaction and raw desire. his hips continued their slow, gentle motion, drawing out the pleasure until you were completely spent, your body boneless and limp beneath him.
a soft, exhausted whimper escaped your lips, your body finally going completely pliant against the mattress. your fingers uncurled from his shoulders, trembling as they slid down to rest weakly on his chest.
loki slowed to a gentle halt, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking your cheek as he watched the last aftershocks ripple through you. "good girl,"
REO MIKAGE is an absolute gentleman. wether it be during your dates, or just random moments in you two’s relationship, and everyone knew that by now. he made sure he’d book a whole restaurant just for your dates, he made sure the employees at the jewellery shop escorted everyone else out just for you, he made sure to do everything that made you happy.
he’s such a sweetheart, even during sex. he’ll be so gentle and passionate, checking up on you every time your body shudders under him from how deep he’s reaching into, how he’s basically going to make you cum from how sweet his voice sounds. “is this okay? hmm? such a good girl. taking it so well, you were just made for me, right? so perfect, i love you so much.” god. if only you could respond with something just as equally sweet that wasn’t your soft moans and whines.
he tries to control his temper whenever he’s with you. when you visited him during work-hours unexpectedly and saw how he was with employees that didn’t reach his standards, you swore it was like seeing a whole other person. but as soon as his eyes landed on you, everything about him softened. “princess! you didn’t tell me you were coming? cmon, i’ll take you to my office.” like it was a complete switch from the reo that was just speaking in such a stern tone with a murderous look on his face..
sometimes, he really does get frustrated. with football, his monster parents and his workload that just keeps piling up, you’d find him distancing himself from you to not accidentally snap at you, and you were more than okay with that after he explained why. he needed space, and you respected it. but after basically a whole week of not seeing you from how often he needed to go to the office, he finally got a rest day. you were waiting at the livinh room for him like an excited puppy, and as soon as you heard the keys jingling outside, not a second was wasted when you got up from the couch and hugged your boyfriend who just stepped into the house.
“reoooo!! i missed you so much!” “i missed you too, darling. i missed you so much. too much.”
he let out a deep sigh as he relaxed into you, his voice sounding exhausted. he shut the door and immediately brought you to the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed and capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. cupping your cheeks as he pulled away slowly, leaning down to your neck and pressing a kiss on it, causing you to shiver. “darling, can we? i’m so tired. just wanna spend time with you.”
“reo! reo!- oh my god, fuck fuck fuck!! p-please! slow down!” he had your body pinned onto the wall, stomach flat against it while he was holding onto your hips as leverage, pounding into you ruthlessly. tears were streaming down your face from overstimulation yet you didn’t try to escape it. your walls were clenching around his cock as it continuously hit your g-spot, making you squirm underneath him.
“i know, i know.. i’m sorry princess, mhm? you’ll forgive reo, right? i just missed you so much, missed your pretty hole.”
you couldn’t really do anything else but nod for him as he was fucking into you like a sex machine, the way he was roughhousing you marked your asscheeks red from the constant slapping and occasional spanks from him. his thrusts had a rhythm to it, and your moans aligned with them perfectly. you felt like you were out of breath whenever reo slipped his cock into you, yet it felt like heaven whenever he did so.
reo gripped onto your hips tightly, speeding up his pace as his head rested on your shoulder, your hands gripping onto nothing against the wall as you bit your lower lip roughly, letting out strained noises. his pace didn’t falter, one of his hands trailing up to grip onto your hair tightly, pulling it up to get a view of your face before kissing your cheek, then trailing that hand to your throat, applying pressure onto it while he heard you gargle and choke. “shit baby. you’re so fucking hot, you don’t mind doing this for reo, mhmn? gonna make me feel good?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you nodded, head going fuzzy at all the sensations. the cock that was fucking into you with such a delicious pace, the voice that was so gentle, the hand that was basically the whole size of your neck ..
you quickly snapped out of it when you felt your heartbeat accelerating from the lack of oxygen and the familiar coil in your stomach. what the fuck? were you really about to cum from reo choking you? you let out a strangled noise, tapping on reos hand. he didn’t hesitate to let go, causing you to cough for a awhile.
“.ahhgg, fuck.. baby.. g’na cum! please, can i cum? been a good girl for you,” you begged out desperately for his permission, yet despite that his pace didn’t slow down a single bit. “go ahead, sweet girl.”
and that was it, you came undone on his cock as all the sensations washed over you, letting out guttural moan. “t-thank you! thank you thank you thank you reo!, fuuuucknngg.!” your back arched, yet something was different, he kept fucking into your hole despite you just coming undone, usually he’d wait for you to come down from your high first but..
“w-wait! wwait wait wait! reo- i just came! nghhhaahhh, i, fuck!” his thrusts were unwavering as he placed a spank onto your ass, causing you to yelp as your legs trembled from the overstimulation. “cmon, i know you’re better than this. just, just wait for me to finish, kay? it’ll be quick,, promise..” yet despite that, it didn’t help you from the tears streaming down your face, the way your clit was throbbing and the fact that the neighbours could probably hear your cries.
reo did finish up quick, before your legs gave out at least. he thrusted into you one last time, letting out a low groan as he gripped onto your waist tightly, filling you to the brim with his cum. he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. you were completely fucked dumb, not being able to say anything except his name. he found you so cute like this ..
he pulled out, letting everything leak onto the floor beneath you two before picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom, placing you both in the tub as you relaxed onto his chest, exhausted.
Older! Nagi Seishiro is too lazy to thrust! ★ (NSFW) ﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚
The soft, rhythmic clicking of controller buttons was the only sound in the dimly lit bedroom, save for the frustrated huffs you’d been exhaling for the past 10 minutes.
As much as you love your boyfriend, you were cursing him deeply right now.
Currently, he was on top of you, his massive frame enveloping yours. You were slumped back against the headboard, and Nagi had lazily guided himself inside you minutes ago, hard as a rock, burying his length completely. But instead of the frantic, bruising pace you were oh so desperate for, he had simply groaned, let out a long sigh, and slumped forward. His chin rested heavily on your shoulder, his hands stretched past your head to grip his phone, and he just... stopped moving.
You thought it was hot at first, being used as his cock warmer and skewered on his length without being able to do anything. But it got frustrating real quick.
"Nagi..." you whined, your hands coming up to grip his broad, bare shoulders. The feeling of him filling you completely, hot and thick, was incredible—but the absolute lack of motion was driving you insane. "Please… Move."
"Mm... don’t wanna," Nagi murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your neck that sent a traitorous shiver down your spine. "Boss fight. If I let go, I'll die. Just hold still.”
"I don't wanna hold still!" You tilted your hips, trying to force a friction that would bring you closer to the edge, but Nagi’s weight and a subtle, commanding press of his thighs locked you in place.
"Don't squirm," he sighed, his thumbs flying across the screen. "You're tight. If you move like that, I'm gonna mess up my combos."
"Then let me go on top!" you begged, your voice dropping to a needy whisper. You were melting from the inside out, completely stretched open by him, the passive heat of his body cooking you alive. You squeezed your inner muscles around him, a desperate last bid for attention.
Nagi let out a sharp, ragged breath, his fingers freezing on his phone for a fraction of a second before he recovered. He buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "Ah... babe that's cheating. Don't do that."
"Then move," you whimpered, tears of frustration pricking the corners of your eyes. "Please, Seishiro. I need you to move. Just a little bit."
"So demanding," he muttered, completely unfazed by your begging. He liked the feeling of you being desperate for him; it was troublesome to move, but knowing he could make you sound like this just by existing inside you appealed to some sick nature he had inside of him. "Almost done. Just five more minutes."
"I can't wait five minutes!"
To emphasize your point, you squeezed again, arching your back slightly. Nagi groaned aloud, a deep, guttural sound that made your core throb. The tip of his nose brushed against your pulse point.
"You're being really needy today," Nagi said, his tone dropping into a rare pitch he usually reserved for the field. "But I'm not dropping this match. Be a good girl and just take it."
He didn't thrust, but he did something worse: he shifted his weight, pressing his pelvis firmly against yours so that his thick base ground right against your clitoris, before locking himself in place again. The agonizingly slow, heavy pressure made a loud sob escape your lips.
"Ah, there," Nagi murmured, pleased with himself as the game's victory fanfare finally echoed from the speakers. He didn't even look at the scoreboard. He tossed the controller onto the mattress, his large hands immediately coming down to grip your hips with a bruising hold.
His eyes, usually dull and sleepy, were dark and blazing as he looked down at you.
"You did a good job waiting," Nagi whispered, a lazy, smirk tugging at his lips as he finally withdrew halfway, before plunging back in with a sudden, deep thrust that made your vision go white. "My turn to play with you now."
╰┈➤ 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?"
You should’ve known better than to sit next to him when he picked up the controller. Hiori never just played for fun instead he twisted everything into something depraved. And when you teased him about losing, he grinned cruelly. “Every time I die, you cum.”
At first you laughed. But now you’re straddling his lap, a vibrator strapped against your clit, your wrists pinned in his hands and he’s already ‘accidentally’ lost three times in a row.
“Oh, look at you squirming,” he rasped, pressing the joystick hard with his thumb, deliberately sending his character straight into another enemy.
On screen: game over.
In your lap: another pulse of the vibrator so strong it rips a cry out of your throat. Your hips bucked helplessly against it, the stimulation unbearable, your orgasm crashed through you like lightning.
“Four,” he counted, laughing hoarsely in your ear. “And we’ve barely started.”
Your body trembled violently, cunt dripping against his jeans, soaking through the fabric. You tried to wriggle away, but his grip on your wrists tightened.
“Sit still. Controller’s not the only thing buzzing tonight.”
He played sloppy on purpose, reckless. His character running off cliffs, taking every hit. Each death triggered another cruel surge of vibrations, and each time, he watched you fall apart a little more.
By the seventh, you were crying, voice hoarse from begging. “Hiori, please, I can’t—”
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming sadistically under the glow of the monitor. “Can’t what? Can’t take it? Or can’t stop cumming?”
The vibrator didn’t give you time to answer, pushing you into another orgasm that leaves you sobbing against his chest.
“Eight,” he hummed, dropping the controller to grab your face in one rough hand. “Pathetic. You’re so easy to break.”
He yanked the vibrator away, your body jerking from the sudden absence, only to shove his cock into you without warning. The stretch was brutal, your cunt already oversensitive and twitching, but he groaned like he’s been waiting all night for it.
“Fuck, you’re so wet it’s disgusting,” he groaned, hips snapping up into you, forcing you down onto his cock until he’s buried to the Hilt.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he fucked up into you, every thrust ground against your raw clit. Your body rebelled, another orgasm slamming into you before you can even process it.
“Nine,” he panted, biting hard at your neck until you cried out.
He kept the pace merciless, his laugh broken and hoarse every time your cunt clenched around him. Your body was exhausted, trembling, but it didn’t matter.
He wasn’t slowing down.
“You’re my little checkpoint,” he snarled, fucking you harder, one hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back. “Every time I lose, you win. And I don’t feel like winning tonight.”
The overstimulation made your vision blur, every nerve lit up, every thrust dragged you closer to another unbearable climax. When it hit, it felt endless, your cunt pulsing violently around him as he groans.
“Ten,” he groaned, pulling your face to his and kissing you messy, teeth clashing.
He didn’t stop until he orgasmed too, spilling inside you with a broken groan, his hips jerking erratically.
You collapsed against him, shaking, your body drenched in sweat and slick. He dropped the controller to the floor with a clatter, his hand stroking lazily up your back.
“Game over,” he muttered with a smirk, kissing your damp cheek. “Same time tomorrow.”
꒰ summary ꒱; blue lock boys get jealous and decide to fuck their feelings out on you ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა
꒰ content ꒱; 18+, they're mean, afab!reader, lots of smut
꒰ featuring ꒱; sae itoshi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bunny iglesias, michael kaiser, vivian hugo, nagi seishiro, alexis ness
requested !
• sae itoshi
"you're getting off on this, aren't you? huh? such a filthy girl."
his grip on your hair is firm, tugging it back to look you in the eye as he slammed into you ruthlessly. "look at me when i talk to you."
"smiling so hard, seeing the one person i hate the most? you like him that much, 's that it?" he snaps his hips against yours at a brutal pace, the sole thought of the moment pissing him off to no extent.
"t-too fuckin' bad, you're mine and it'll stay that way, won't it?" he rasps, ensuring eye contact between the both of you, despite your eyes being glazed over from tears. "y-yes, yes, 'm yours!" you barely gasp out, feeling him loosen the grip on your locks to steady your hips, satisfied with your current state.
the sight of your pretty, tear-streaked face doesn't elicit pity from him. if anything, it makes him scoff in mild annoyance.
"g-gonna cum, s-saeee!" "not yet, are you," he brings his movements to a halt, relishing in the soft, frustrated whine you'd managed.
"say you're sorry, that you won't even look his way again." "i-i- h-hnghh, won't, everr!" you slur, your bottom lip quivering in relief as he nods curtly, granting you permission.
"good. i believe you'll keep your word."
• rin itoshi
rin was annoyed, to say the least, but he didn't let that disdain show until the both of you were tangled in the sheets. he'd pinned your wrists on either side of your shoulders as he used his agonizingly long stamina on you.
you'd lost track of how many times you came, and you didn't even know the reason why he was so upset! (kinda...)
"r-rinn, p-please, s-slow down!" you whine, powerless under him.
he'd pushed you into the meanest mating press, due to your inability to even raise your legs anymore.
"y-you can take it," he grumbles, voice low. every set of thrusts is somehow quicker than the last, despite how long the both of you have been fucking like bunnies.
he stretches your legs apart further to hit all your sweetest spots, your heavy, unfocused eyes rolling upward as your nth climax of the night took over.
you were past the stage counting was a possibility by now, the only thing your brain processed being the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
"w-why are you even- a-hahhh- m-mad, rinn-" he shuts you up with a harsh pinch on your nipple.
"y-you know damn well, don't act so innocent." "i-i don't," you plead, the sound reduced to a soft mewl when he softly flicks a thumb over your hardened bud.
"uh-huh. does it look like i care? shut up and take it like a good girl."
• shidou ryusei
"a-ah, f-fuck, c'mon, thought you knew better than that, n/n~" he drawls, stuffing you full of his girth, fixated on the sight of the milky ring of cum around the base of his cock from the uncountable amount of times he's made you cum.
"h-haah, b-better than what? mhh, did i do something-" "you know damn well, don't act like an angel," he hisses, landing a sharp slap on your already quivering cunt.
"but s-shit, it's hard to stay mad at you when your pussy's clenchin' around my cock this hard, baby," he growls, quickening his pace only to slow back down when you're right on edge, all to watch the delicious ways your face would contour in pleasure, then frustration, then desperation.
"oh, you wanna cum, d'ya?" he coos, playing with your mush-filled head. you could barely form a coherent sentence, all you were able to do was nod feverishly. "mmhm, p-pleasee, ryu!"
you scratch deep crimson marks on his muscular back to ground yourself when he picks up the pace yet again.
you fail to catch the cunning grin curving his lips. "you're gonna cum as many times as i ask you to now, m'kay?" "n-noo, i'm sorryy," you beg, writhing beneath him.
he holds you down, sighing a soft sound of dissatisfaction.
"you say that but look at how your pretty girl's reacting," he muses, hinting at how your cunt dripped like a leaky faucet.
"been such a slut, you can keep up with me, can't ya?"
• bunny iglesias
"uh-uh," he tuts, prying your thighs apart after you'd tried to clamp them shut, the overstimulation overriding any other sensation you were feeling.
"s'too- hic -much, b-bunnyy," you sob, your voice long since a wavering mess.
"mm-mm, you know the deal, bebé. you smiled at him six times, so you're gonna have to cum six times tonight, mhm?" he muses, licking a stripe over your sopping pussy, hands digging into the supple flesh of your thighs.
"i-it wasn't- aah, even l-like that!" you repeat for the millionth time, a hopeless effort, your voice wavering as he flicks his tongue against your soaked folds.
"that's too bad then. just four more times, c'mon." he rubs soothing circles onto your skin, a harsh contrast to how rough his mouth is on your leaking core.
you try to protest once again, yet all your possible words are reduced to nothing more than breathy moans as he sticks his tongue deeper in, his nose grazing your aching cunt with every movement.
"so sensitive," he murmurs against you, sticking two fingers in for good measure, watching slick drip from it as he curls it against your sweet spot with practised precision.
"hnmpp, bunny, ohmygod, g'nna cum," you whine, fingers threading through his already tousled hair, tugging on it.
"yeah, cum for me, cariño."
after you do, he gets up, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he reaches for his belt, unbuckling the clasp.
"three more."
• michael kaiser
"poor thing, you just can't shut up, hm?" he near growls, pounding into you, the bed creaking with every movement.
your face was smushed against the pillow beneath, most likely leaving a trail of drool and tears behind from how dumb he's fucking you.
"mmh- m-micha, i-im hic s-sorry!" "sorry for what?" "for-" he picks up the pace, landing a harsh smack against your ass, forcing a sharp whimper out of you.
"oh? looks like i can't hear you. you don't sound very sorry, schatzi," he sneers, his tone one of faux pity.
"since you can't seem to stick to one guy, lemme stuff you full 'n remind you who you belong to, uh-huh?" he groans, not letting up with each and every thrust.
"i-it- was just- aah!, a hug," you swear, a frantic attempt to have him take you gentler.
"y-yeah, a hug he didn't fuckin' deserve," he rasps, voice laced with venom, recalling how the asshole stared at you.
you raise your head to try and catch a glimpse of his expression, but you're met with his harsh grip keeping your face buried in the plush cotton, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he raises your leg over his shoulder to angle himself deeper.
you can barely move, let alone continue whining against the pleasure mixing with pain, a sardonic chuckle slipping out of him at the sight. seeing tears spill from your pleading eyes only heightens the need he's feeling to absolutely ruin you.
"don't bother trying to save yourself. i'll stop whenever i please, got that?"
• vivian hugo
you're sat on his lap, squirming as you hold back the urges plaguing you to move.
he has you cockwarming him while he scrolls through every comment on your recent social media post. "hm, how're you gonna respond to this one, chérie?" he questions, forcing you to type out a half-assed rejection to degenerates commenting on your face or your body.
"i don't see why you allow this. i'm right here, and i can shower you in all the compliments you need," he states, bluntly, dark eyes staring into yours, discontented.
"'s not m-my fault," you retort, shuddering at the feeling of his warm length practically splitting you open, your body screaming at you to roll your hips against his hard-on just once.
"i know, but it's sad to see they think they have a chance."
he shifts in his seat, forcing his dick even deeper into your already stretched cunt, forcing a sharp hitch in your breath.
"v-vivi, can i p-please move-" "not until you reply to every single one."
he steadies his firm grip on your hips, his touch tantalizingly teasing and it pulls an exasperated scoff from you, irritated at his logic. "cumm'on, t's not my faul-"
he uses his raw strength and lifts you gently, forcing you to bounce on his thick girth, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips at how easily he'd shut you up. "h-haah, viviaann," you squeal, embarrassed at both the position and how quick you were about to reach your climax.
"can't jus' wait," he hisses, his lip caught between his teeth as he processes the pleasure of you sinking down on him, still ensuring you were in a comfortable position.
"fine, bounce on my dick all you want, needy thing."
and he scoffs upon seeing it firsthand, how lewd the act is. your pretty tits bouncing as you stifle your adorable mewls at how much of a struggle it is to have him fill you up fully.
just like it wasn't your fault you were gaining attention from creeps, it wasn't his fault he was so damn big!
• nagi seishiro
you end up sucking nagi off in a feeble attempt to get him to forgive you.
you gag around his sheer length the first time he's all the way in. apart from his length, how thick it was was a whole other issue.
tears prick at the edges of your crinkled eyes and although he seems unfazed as he watches you, you can tell he finds it hilarious from the subtle quirk tugging at a corner of his mouth.
he stared as if you were some leisurely sight he'd see walking across a street a random monday— it was so demeaning!
"c-can't y'take me deeper, baby?" he teases, thumb slipping beneath your jawline to trace along it tenderly.
you can only muster a muffled hum, shaking your head desperately, eyes squeezed shut at the pressure of his tip against your throat, prompting a tear to run down your cheek.
not too long after, you have his cum messily coating your pretty lips and your throat sore from the amount of times his leaky tip pressed flush against it.
you release his member from the warm walls of your mouth with a distinct 'pop!', insisting you can't take any more, batting your tear-ridden lashes up at him, assuming he'll take pity on you.
until he buries his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back down to take all of him again, showing you no mercy.
you can only whine, aware he wouldn't let you pull away no matter how hard you cried or begged.
he thrusts his cock in and out of your hollowed cheeks, low grunts slipping past his lips.
"don'care, y-you're mine, i'll do whatever i wan' with you."
eventually, he does end up forgiving you, for the sole reason you'd gave him a titjob, giving him the chance to marvel in his deepest fantasies.
"l-like this, s-sei?" "mhhm, j-just like that," he murmurs, thoroughly mesmerised.
• alexis ness
he's jerking off with you in front of him, having forced you to play with your pussy without lending you a hand, knowing it'd frustrate you.
breathy groans fall past his lips, accompanied by the tiniest whimpers every time he flicks his thumb over his drooling tip.
"f-faster," he urges, not missing a second of the glint of annoyance showing in your eyes, unwillingly speeding up. the sensation barely got to you anymore, well aware if the fingers were his much larger ones instead you'd come much easier.
"i-i don't under- nghh, -stand, l-lex- why can't we jus' f-fuck?" you mutter. it was a measly attempt to seem innocent, but both of you knew what you'd done.
"b-because, s-sweetheart, that'd be- hngh! g-giving you what you want- 'n-" he pauses, breath hitching as he closes in on his release, bottom lip caught between his teeth, gnawing on it harshly as he attempts to muffle his sounds. "-n you've been a bad girl today, haven't you?"
even after he's splurt his cum all over your face, painting it such a pretty picture, you still seem oh so unimpressed.
it makes his jaw clench, how bratty you're acting. here he is, trying his hardest to stay somewhat sane with you in front of him, licking his seed clean off of your lips, yet you dare act naive?
he tugs you up roughly, pressing you up against the nearest wall, shoving his fingers deep into your aching slick with a lack of warning, pulling a sharp whine from you.
he curls them just right, then pulls away the second you dare try cum. he repeats the process until you're reduced to nothing but desperate pleads and whines, a sadistic smile growing on his lips with each and every one.
"not yet, lovely," he taunts, his voice sickeningly sweet. "i-it's been- sniff, -s-so long, p-pleaasee!"
the sting of fatigue in your bones, kaiser had you on all fours, your skin sticking to the sheets with sweat and spit. he hadn’t let up, the aphrodisiac chocolate he had eaten still coursing through his veins. even though this was the third damn round, he was still plummeting into you relentlessly, every vein on his dick dragging juuust right against your walls.
it was always deeper this way — keeping a poofy pillow propped under you, making sure you took every single inch, wrists bound behind your back, ass up and slapping against his abdomen. your eyes were prickling with tears at the stretch and slight overstimulation, huge dick putting delightful pressure at your cervix.
“it’s t-too, ngh— much!” you sobbed, cunt sucking him in like a vice every time he buried himself inside you. he didn’t respond, just watching where your bodies were joined, filled hole spewing with his cum. a little frothy ring of it settled at the base of his cock. every time he thrusted in, you could feel his cum sloshing, obscenely, in your cunt.
your words, which you had spoken about three minutes ago finally registered with his sex crazed brain and he responded, “too much? but your pussy’s taking me so fucking well.” finally freeing your sore wrists, he let you wring at the sheets feebly. “so you're gonna take it like the good little slut you are.” he came down to plant wet kisses over your skin, body radiating heat. “you know you will.”
it made you tremble with a burning desire, even though you were sure your body was definitely nearing breaking point.
“you’re t-too..” you swallowed hard, you couldn’t hardly speak and he absolutely loved taunting you for it.
“too what?” his lips at the shell of your ear, “get your words out.”
“too big!” you were actually crying now, choked whimpers hooked in your throat, warm tears wetting your pillow. “are you crying?” he simply chuckled at your sorry state, giving your ass a hard smack.
the indecent sound echoed through the room, the sharp sting making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “god, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he groaned, head tilted back slightly, jaw catching the light, adams apple bobbing with each breath.
“gonna fuck you till your head’s empty.” he fondled your ass and you melted under his touch, sinking into the bed. it was more like pronebone now, your stomach resting on the pillow below you, his body framing yours while his pace unwavered.
your thighs trembled below him as his hand found the back of your neck, pushing you into the matress. “i’m so hard it fucking hurts.” he hissed, voice hoarse, “is this what you wanted, huh?” nails digging into your nape, you sniffled from pain, pleasure and exhaustion — the line between them blurring into one. “answer me.”
“yes! mpfhh— oh god, yes!” you hitched between moans, voice softened in the sheets.
“you’re so fucking shameless.” you heard his chuckle from above you.
you bawled out, “yes i am! please, want you to, ahmm— fuck me till ‘m leaking!”
“fucking filthy.” he grasped you tight, kissing you hard and dizzy, your teeth clashing and tongues tasting each other.
as soon as he let go, you were eaten by the bed again, eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack and cheek in a puddle of your own drool and tears. your were at your limit, head spinning, weariness and orgasm washing over you.
“i..i’m gonna come!” you managed to hiccup the words out before your orgasm was crashing down on you. the feeling of his dick hitting that sweet spot, your blood felt hot under your skin, vision white and body numb, you let the intoxication of it all ease you.
he groaned, “shit, i’m gonna fucking stuff you full.”
with those words he let out a guttural sound, thrusts messy as he spilled into you, overflowing with his seed.
pulling out with a half pleased hum, he ran two fingers over your cunt before spreading your sticky folds. it was definitely a sight to behold, insides white and leaking globs of his cum.
you weakly turned around to look him.
“i’m still fucking hard.” he grumbled, “let's go again.”
damn him and his crazy extra horny soccer stamina.
╰ synopsis: do the blue lock men pull through november like a soldier? or die in cervix?
╰ includes: isagi yoichi ; bachira meguru ; itoshi rin ; itoshi sae ; reo mikage ; nagi seishiro ; shidou ryusei ; michael kaiser ; alexis ness
╰ cw: nsfw mdni ; 11k wc ; not proofread ; f reader ; unprotected piv ; pet play ; praise ; degradation ; facesitting ; pantysniffing ; breeding ; public ; cockwarming and more . . .
╰ note: this was such a challenge LMAO but im glad i finished it within november heh..
─── ISAGI YOICHI brought the idea up, he had heard some of his teammates talking about it in the locker rooms after practice. so he brought it up with you, thinking it would be a nice challenge for the both of you. boy, did he think wrong.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
isagi’s plan for this whole thing? he’s gonna be productive! he will spend more time on football! he will win this challenge and you’ll give him a reward for it! he’s going to flex to rin about this! he’s going to be the better—yeah, you get it.
isagi was going through it. the five stages of dickpression. and you did not make it easy for him, you walked around the house in those stupidly slutty shorts which hugged all your curves just right and how did you expect isagi to not salivate like a rabid dog at that?
everytime you walked past him his puppy dog eyes would follow you like he was trailing after your scent. but it’s just the first week! gosh, man up isagi! you need to push through! — isagi would chant to himself like a mantra, well, it’s working so far..?
“you do this on purpose, right?” isagi whispered against your skin, he was spooning you from behind. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you from moving and messing up his 5 days of sheer will.
“mm? do what, pretty boy?” you giggled, a sweet sound but it only set isagi’s skin on fire. he snuffed the feeling out but his grip on your waist tightened, his hand moved to slip his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts.
“wearing this—you know what we’re doing..right?” isagi sucked in rather harshly, struggling to hold the reins of his libido. “yeahh. does it make you wanna’ lose, yoichi?” you cooed teasingly, isagi’s left nut twitched and he went blind in his right leg. you were seriously going to be the end of him.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
isagi is gnawing at the walls. he physically cannot stay in the same room as you without wanting to chew your clothes off. he is buzzing with pent up energy, and it’s worse every single time he comes home from practice because the adrenaline rushes straight south.
and of course, you just HAVE to step your own game up. if the shorts were the death of him, this silky lingerie you wear to bed will drag him to hell on all fours and he would gladly go.
how does he cope? well, showers are more his personal edging sessions now. every night before bed, he rubs himself off under the shower head. fuck, he bites into his arm and tears up trying to hold himself back. he knows nobody would know if he were to just bust a load in the shower drain but he is an honest, sweet (not so much) boy. he can’t just lie!
but he has been doing a good job, so far. yeah! he’s going to make it, right? please tell him he’s going to make it. he’s so close to crying.
it was late into the night but isagi couldn’t sleep no matter what he did. he had switched sides of his pillow almost ten times now and was just tossing and turning around on the bed now. yet nothing worked.
really, how could it work? how could anyone expect him to sleep when you’re sleeping so soundly beside him, so peaceful and pretty. fuck, he almost feels bad for what he is about to do.
he tugs the covers off your soft body gently, his hungry gaze drinking in every inch of your exposed skin through the lingerie you’ve begun wearing to bed. he runs a hand over your bare thighs, feeling goosebumps rise on your sensitive skin and making you squirm.
gosh, you were adorable.
he reached into his sleep shorts with his other hand and fished out his hard, throbbing cock. his engorged tip leaking precum dripping onto the sheets. he stroked it a couple of times before his hand which was on your thigh gripped onto the supple flesh and spread your thighs to slot his aching length between those beautiful thighs.
isagi muffled a groan into his palm, your thighs felt so beautiful wrapped around him. he needed this, he had been pent up for so long.
this doesn’t count as cheating right? not if he doesn’t cum. so he begins thrusting his cock in and out of the tiny gap between your thighs and clothed pussy. the tip of his cock catching onto your clit through the fabric of your panties which sent an involuntary shiver down his body.
shit, he felt like a virgin.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
lol, what third week?
“ah—shit, i missed this—! fuck—i missed you!” isagi grunted in-between thrusts, his chest pressed against your back and his nails dug crescents into the supple skin of your hips as he held you flush to him. his cock drove in and out of you in a bed-breaking pace. his breath came out in hot puffs against your cheek.
“a‐aah! yoichi! slow—” you whined, your eyes rolled back. your boyfriend was so impossibly deep inside of you, it actually made no sense. you felt him raise your leg up to spread you open for him, even more. his cock hit at a new angle now, his tip kissing your swollen g-spot with each single snap of his hips.
“slow? you—fuckin’—want slow?” isagi growled in your ear, his hips now slowing down so he could pound you slower but more fuller. “after teasing me—for so. damn. long? shut up and take it.” isagi huffed, each thrust of him made sure every inch of his cock was buried snug inside of you, and when he pulled out, you could feel the same inches drag against your warm insides.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
well, of course, he lost. like a sore loser. but the loss felt better than the win.
record: 19 days. clap for him.
“soo, same time next november?” you wiggled your eyebrows cheekily at isagi who was giving you the nastiest side eye. he turned over on the bed, his back facing you. “shut up.” he sighed, rolling his eyes. he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for losing. but gosh did his balls feel lighter.
you just laughed and began spooning isagi from behind, best november ever.
─── BACHIRA MEGURU saw the thing on tiktok, late at night at exactly 4:03 am on november 1st. you were sleeping soundly beside him, he looked over at you and grinned wide and devilishly. the cogs in his mind cranked and something was cooking up in that factory.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
bachira’s plan for this whole thing is to make it unbearable for you. he knows you’re absolutely whipped for him, and would cave if he just whispered a soft little ‘please :(’. so why not use it to his advantage?
he introduced you to the challenge, saying it would be fun! and it would strengthen the bond. tch, he just wanted to fuck with you a little. regardless, you agreed once he pouted all sweetly. how could you say no to that?
the first week was a breeze, bachira was being his usual self save for some heated glances, fleeting touches and whispered promises of filth. hey, you had spent enooouuggh time with bachira to be able to resist him. right?
you were cooking dinner in the kitchen when bachira crewed up behind you and pressed his chest to your back, resting his chin on your head. “heyy cutie. whatcha’ making?” bachira giggled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head trying to distract you from his hips which were subtly rocking up into you.
“megu’ stop humping me.” you sighed like a disappointed mother, shaking your head. you could feel bachira pout behind you and bury his nose into your hair to inhale the scent of your shampoo. “mm—ugh, i thought you would crack by noooww!” bachira whined, stomping his feet softly.
you picked up the ladle you were using to stir the curry and scooped a tiny bit of the food before holding it up to bachira’s lips. “taste it.” bachira huffed indignantly but still opened his mouth to taste the food. “mm. yum.” he smacked his lips while eating, same way his hips were still smacking yours.
“can you stop dryhumping me now?” you clicked your tongue, bachira tightened his grip on you even more. “no.” he stuck his tongue out. fairs.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
at this point, bachira was confused. he was trying EVERYTHING. he had humped you through your clothes in the morning in bed, he had grinded against you like a stripper with a pole during the afternoons and now he’s quite literally roaming around the house in just his boxers and you still haven’t lost your mind over him? he feels offended. so, SO offended.
he lays beside you wherever you are sat. on the couch? he’s draping himself over the loveseat with am arm on his forehead like he’s a damsel in distress. on the bed? he’s laying beside you on his side, posed all tantalizingly like he’s asking you to paint him like one of your french girls. unfortunately, he just looks awkward flopping around like a fish in just his underwear but A for effort!
bachira was sprawled across your sheets like a starfish, his boxers stretched taut over his legs and his bulge just shy of peeking out. you worked beside him on your laptop, pushing your reading glasses further up your nose you finally decided to spare him just a shard of your attention.
“meguru? can you put on some clothes?” you perked up without even glancing at him. yet that was enough for bachira to resume his embarassing attempt at appearing seductive. “am i bothering youu? heh, come do something about it then.” he purred, arching his back off the bed. your grip on your laptop tightened, your nonchalant facade slowly tearing at the sides. would you really make it through this month?
“no thank you. i’m quite busy.” you quipped back and it hit bachira like a punch square to his face. his teasing smirk broke and he looked baffled, how were you still holding up!
↳ THIRD WEEK :
bachira was getting desperate. at this point he had begun to sleep naked next to you in hopes you would atleast look at him with those beautiful eyes :((!! but you always slept with your back turned to him. you were making this hard for him! it’s supposed to be the other way around!
and it’s not even fair you look so pretty, glowing and pure and bachira is just so pent-up and needy. he’s so close to just getting on all fours and barking for you so you could give him a scrap of your attention.
he’s whining like a damn dog who got denied his favourite treat, which is you. how can you be so mean to him!
“baby—baby—please—” bachira whined, throwing a leg over your waist to grind harder against your butt. he was dry humping you when you both were supposed to be sleeping but he is just so needy. needy for you.
“just give in! i won’t even rub it in your face—fuck—let me have you..” bachira nuzzled into your neck, his cock was rapidly hardening and you could feel it press against the cleft of your ass. his grip on your hips tightened impossibly to hold you flush to him.
“meguru, i have work tommorow. go to bed—” you tried complaining but you couldn’t resist either, the sound of your boyfriend whimpering so wantonly in your ear. the heat emitting from his body, it was all so much. with a grunt you reached back to wrap your hand around his cock. bachira gasped, eyes rolling back at the warmth of your hand engulfing him.
“hngh—yeah, stroke me—fuuckk—” bachira babbled, bucking his hips up to fuck your fist. his precum leaked over your fist, his engorged tip twitching like crazy. as bachira’s lustful frenzy reached a fervor pitch you pulled your hand away, tearing your warmth from him and he whined so pitifully it made your heart ache.
“why—!” bachira whined, curling into you even more. “uh-uh, gotta’ win this, babyboy.” you shushed him with your finger, you smirked so evilly. bachira was quiet, you looked so hot.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
bachira couldn’t hold it in anymore. but luckily you worked overtime alot this week so bachira couldn’t pounce on you and fuck you seven days till sunday. it was all so unfair!
he was so pent-up he grinded against the pillow you slept on, rubbing his aching length on the plush surface. he was sniffing like an animal, reveling in the scent of you.
on 30th november, at exactly 12:00 am you had came back home after a long tiring day of work fully expecting to greet your boyfriend and maybe reward him for getting through the whole month without sex. you ascended the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom you shared with him and oh, oh.
bachira was humping the pillow—your pillow—like a mad animal, whimpering your name. what a bad boy. and he wasn’t even the least bit ashamed that you caught him.
“dirty, dirty boy.” you clicked your tongue, tugging harshly on the leash you had planted on his neck. bachira panted, totally committing to the act of being a disobedient puppy, your puppy.
“mm—did ‘ya really expect me to not? you just—” bachira sniffed your inner thigh, eyes half-lidded. “smell sooo good and—” bachira buried his face in your crotch, licking over your dampening slit through the fabric of your panties. “taste even better..” bachira groaned low in his throat but he winced when you tugged the leash harder and reeled him away.
“you gotta earn it, baby.” you tutted, your grip firm on the leash. bachira looked up, a shaky smirk playing at his lips. his cock already hardening at how you were bossing him around.
“anyway you want..! i’ll do anything..” bachira panted, moving to hump your ankle. his tip leaving dirty streaks of precum all over your calve. “anything at all..”
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
winnerrr!!! and he’s nutting all over the place, he deserves it!
record: 30 full days!!!!
you were completely soaked in bachira’s cum, he really came like a broken faucet, poor baby must’ve been holding back a ton! bachira was half-asleep spooning you naked with a dopey grin on his face. perfectly sated and full of love for you.
“heh—loovee youu..” bachira slurred out sleepily, adding a yawn at the end. he nuzzled into your neck, mouthing at the skin there. you sighed but smiled softly, reaching to gently pet his cheek. “love you too, meguru.”
─── ITOSHI RIN didn’t want to do the challenge at first. he had heard about it in the past, through his teammates but once he heard isagi muttering something about it to hiori. rin settled on doing the challenge, and winning. he was better than that shitty isagi.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
he powered through the first week on absolute determination and sheer will. he barely batted an eye at you and completely plunged himself into football and working out, anything to snuff out that screaming feeling of getting his dick wet.
he tried his best to act normal around you too, and to be honest? he was doing a pretty good job at it! atleast he thought so. little did he know he looked like a wet chihuahua growling at you everytime you came near like it was YOUR fault he took up this challenge.
“stop doing that.” rin growled low in his throat when you walked by him when he was working out in the private gym you guys have in your home—yes, fancy.
“stop doing what?” you batted your lashes down at rin who was in-between a plank session. his abdomen was clenching so deliciously, all of his six or seven packs were stretched taut and damn—he just looked edible enough to eat. sadly, you couldn’t.
rin peered up at you over his shoulder, this angle from the floor gave him view to everything you had under your skirt. and truth be told, you had nothing underneath. just your bare cunny which was absolutely destroying rin’s mental. he had to tear his eyes away, he couldn’t lose. not when bragging rights against dumb yoichi were at stake.
“just—just go.” rin panted, looking ahead of himself. you just shrugged and walked out of the gym, but you felt rin’s gaze devouring every deliberate sway of your hips.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
second week was sliiigghtlyy better. rin had an upcoming match and he trained day and night for it, though it was just a simple friendly match against argentina, anything would work, anything which would get his mind off you.
his teammates noticed too, he was working himself out. it’s not new, of course, but this time they feel like something else is motivating him other than the match at hand. even bachira, who is normally lost in his own different world notices it. aiku says he must be having girlfriend problems, well he is sort of correct!
though it didn’t exactly stop him from opening that secret password protected folder in his gallery, one which stored all the videos he has taken of you during sex. of both of you during sex.
and what would he do while watching them? literally what any normal man with a hot as shit girlfriend would do. jack off, duh.
“hnngh—! shit—so fuckin’ tight..” rin snarled low in his throat, he had one hand wrapped tightly around his length while one was holding his phone. he had a particularly long home video playing on full blast, your moans combined with his echoing in the empty shower stall. rin was standing directly under the stream, but it did nothing to cool his heating body.
rin choked his cock in his fist as he bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. fuck, he was trying his best to stay quiet but it was getting so hard. he swiped at the precum beading on his tip, leaking precum didn’t count as losing the challenge right? riiightt??
outside the shower, karasu and otoya had stayed back to shower after everyone was done. they didn’t expect rin to be beating his meat, in public, in the locker rooms.
“how long do you think he’ll last?” karasu poked otoya’s shoulder. “ehh—give it a few days.” otoya shrugged and walked ahead.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
match is over. they’re all on break. but rin is breaking here. home used to be his safe place where he could cuddle with you, maybe watch something or you know just spend some quality time with you. BUT NO.
this stupid no nut november challenge and this stupid isagi for bringing it up and TEMPTING rin to do the challenge like it was a personal blow to his ego. nobody actually tempted him, rin just has some personal feelings towards isagi.
rin is scared to even touch you, scared he would immediately nut in his pants like a virgin. that would be generational aura loss and he wouldn’t hear the end of it from you. so he ignores you like you did something to offend him.
you kinda did piss him off by being so gorgeous and beautiful and sexy and—
“rin, do you want something from the store? i’m gonna get groceries.” you called out from the front door where you were slipping on your uggs to go outside. rin stared at your back from his spot on the couch, his fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.
“rin?” you called out again, turning to look at him once you noticed he wasn’t responding. rin’s eyes were glazed over, running up and over your body like he was undressing you with his smoldering gaze. you waved your hand infront of his face and he finally seemed to snap out of it.
“huh? oh—yeah, just, get whatever. i don’t care.” rin crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. what a fake idgafer, he definitely cared.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
every day felt like a new hurdle for rin. every time he woke up in the bed he immediately picked up his phone and checked the date. november 27th?? he closed his eyes and felt a singular tear run down his cheek as he pondered about if taking up this challenge was even worth it.
but then, the clock hit 12 on november 30th and it was all free game. rin had his eyes peeled on the clock in the living room while you were in the kitchen washing up after dinner.
rin stalked over towards you with a predator’s grace. the air in the kitchen went cold, you turned around whilst drying your hands off on a towel and were immediately met with rin pinning you against the counter with a growl.
well, shit.
“fuckin’ hell—’ya really fucked me over with this—shit—challenge..” rin panted in your ear, his thrusts pushing you further up the counter until your back hit the tiled walls of the kitchen. your legs wrapped tightly around rin’s waist for leverage and to hold yourself down unless you wanted your soul to ascend to god because damn—rin was not holding back.
“riiinn—slowerrr—hngh!” you whined sweetly but rin didn’t take it. “none of that.” rin growled, slapping your ass and then kneading the reddening flesh with his large palm. “y’re gonna take it like a good girl. so stop whining.” rin demanded with a cold finality in his tone which made all your protests turn to helpless little whines.
rin pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside of you, he kept fucking you with the tip until you got impatient enough to claw at his back. “rin! ungh—put it backkk!” you huffed, all bratty. and who was rin to deny you when you begged so sweetly? he rammed back into you which knocked all the air out your lungs and all the sense out your brain.
gosh, you loved it when your rinnie got all rough.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
of course he won! did you really think he wouldn’t?
record: he cracked at exactly 12 am! 30 whole days!
rin was massaging your sore thighs as you both cuddled in bed, with his other hand he was on his phone typing something. “rin? who are you texting?” you perked up, trying to peek into his phone. “isagi.” rin shrugged and showed you his screen, he was texting isagi about how he won nnn. isagi replied with how he wasn’t even doing the challenge in the first place, rin read the text and tossed his phone away with a deep, guttural groan.
fuck november.
─── ITOSHI SAE who was equipped for this challenge on a daily. amidst flying out for matches every week or so, november had become practically every month for mister blue balled—you were sure they actually looked blue from how pent-up he was. that said, he was the one making this hard for you.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
he only came home on 4th of november and as soon as you opened the door to him, he brushed past you. he was wearing that cologne you mentioned you really liked in passing yet you never thought he would wear it considering he doesn’t like anything fruity yet here he was completely drowning in scent and smelled exactly like an acai bowl.
you had to press your thighs together to keep from pouncing on your boyfriend when he was still in his outside clothes.
and this man had the audacity to take his clothes off in the living room. all his back muscles flexing, was he doing this on purpose?
“sae.” you called out from the bed, sae was changing into his sleep clothes. “mm?” he perked up, blinking at you. his bangs were down, his hair not gelled for once. he looked absolutely adorable, and adorably yours.
you sucked in a breath and forced yourself to look away, “nothing.” you cuddled into the sheets, trying to hide yourself in them. sae seemed to notice what was going on, he crawled onto the bed, over you. pinning you.
he peered down at you, he looked so gorgeous. he leaned forward until his whole face was shoved in yours, “is it really nothing?” he breathed out, his hot breath was fanning directly over your face. and you swore you could fuck this challenge right there.
but sae broke the contact as soon as it came, he parted with a chaste kiss pressed to your plush lips and he fell over to the side. scooting over to his side of the bed, he pulled the covers over himself and reached to turn off the lights. “good night.” he whispered and closed his eyes shut.
did the blue balled just blue ball you?
↳ SECOND WEEK :
second week was just a normal week. for sae. you were spending every living moment trying to keep from losing your shit and embarrassingly failing to do so. how could you! sae was just strutting around the house like he knew he was making your life a living hell with every breath of his.
he looked well-rested, well-fed and beautiful. you loved when he looked like this, he looked prettier and healthier, much better than how he looked on the pitch. well, he looked hot any way.
and it didn’t make it any better he was being gentle with you, gentler than usual. for example, he held onto your waist and pressed you close whenever you want to stand beside him. in the bed, he spoons you from behind protectively and possesively. and he kisses your neck, your whole body goes weak.
“come closer. why are you avoiding me?” sae grabs your wrist to pull you closer to him. it was movie night and usually you two would be snuggled up all cozy under the sheets but you were avoiding him. sae knew why, but he pretended to be clueless and that only pissed you off more. because how were you going to tell him you wanted him to fuck you silly?
either way, you shifted closer until your thighs touched. you flinched at that, the feel of his larger thigh pressed against your smaller one, you could barely keep your gaze from trailing southwards to the visible bulge in his sweatpants. this wasn’t supposed to turn you on, but c’mon, you were a woman parched of your boyfriend. you would take anything you could get.
sae noticed your gaze and his lips quirked into the littlest smirk, imperceptible but there. sae wordlessly grabbed your wrist and pressed it against his bulge, your fingers twitched and you gasped. “s-sae—!” you tried taking your wrist away but sae held it firmly to his bulge, making you palm him through his sweats.
“it’s all yours, princess. have it.” sae whispered, his grip on your wrist tightened. “you want it? then you take it. as simple as that.” sae laid his other arm around your waist and dragged you onto his lap, he gripped your waist with both hands and rubbed your love handles with his thumbs. “i don’t care about this stupid—november thing. if you won’t have me, i’ll have you.” sae shrugged, his hand traveled up your side to cup your cherubim cheek.
“what will it be?” sae asked, his green eyes boring into yours intensely. and, truthfully, would you be able to resist?
no. and that’s exactly what happened.
sae had you folded up into a mean mating press, his cock drilling itself inside of you over and over again until you were gasping and crying, clawing at his abs for him to slow down. “sae—sae—sae—!!!!” you babbled and cried his name, it was nothing but music to his ears. his hand wrapped around your throat to shut you up, you squirmed around.
“shut—shut up..take it..” sae growled out in-between thrusts. craning his neck forwards to bite into your neck, you whined even louder at that. sae threw your leg over his shoulder and he drove impossibly deep into you, his tip smashing against your g-spot again. and again. and again. until you came gushing over his length, but sae still hadn’t cum yet.
“again. i’m not done.” sae demanded, biting into your thigh.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
yeah, lost. he didn’t wanna do this anyway smh.
record: 10 days. hey!!! his birthday!!!!
“thank you..” sae whispered, it almost missed your ear. he was wiping you down with a warm towel after drilling you into the mattress. “huh—?” you perked up weakly. sae felt a faint blush color his cheek, he glanced away.
“i didn’t want to waste my holiday, we already get such little time together. thanks for letting me—you know.” sae bunched the towel in his fist and tossed it away before crawling over you, pinning you beneath him. you gazed up at him like a lost fawn and he pursed his lips, cupping your cheek and pressing kisses all over your face. “love you.” he muttered against your skin in-between kisses.
“love you too.” you giggled.
─── MIKAGE REO who was the one to bring this challenge up. he knew about this, of course, but he didn’t understand why people did it. willingly practice abstinence? must be a joke. reo indulged, thats what he did. regardless, he still took up the challenge. little did he know, how hard it would be.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
first week barely registered into reo’s brain. you know first week was always the easiest, atleast thats what reo thought. he managed to hold off quite well! some might even think he would win this. even you were surprised because how would this man—who has probably the highest sex drive you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing—manage to ignore you for a whole month?
except he was doing that, he really was. but was he succeeding? so far, yes.
“hey baby.” reo pulled you in by the waist and planted a sweet kiss to your cheek. you smiled and returned it back. reo had just come back from work and he looked sooo fuckin’ hot in his work clothes.
“gonna go take a shower, you comin’?” reo asked while loosening his tie with one very veiny hand. fuck, fuckk, how much you wanted to bite that hand of his. you had to disagree with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you just solemnly shook your head.
reo pouted but his lips soon curled into a smirk once he realized what you were doing. “oh, november?” reo checked the calendar then faced you again. “suit yourself.” he shrugged, so nonchalantly then began unbuttoning his shirt. you had to tear your eyes away, with much struggle.
were all rich boys this annoying?
↳ SECOND WEEK :
this was not easy. no, fuck this month, fuck this, fuck everything, fuck you—he wishes he could. BUT DANG IT ALL. he is going to shrivel up and die if he doesn’t get to fuck you now, and he means it. now. just the tip then—? or maybe just—MAN. GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO GO OFF OF.
in-between business meetings, interviews, appearances. he barely finds time anymore to be with you, he guesses thats good. but he just misses you sooo much. he’s someone who thrives on constant physical connection so this is really at odds with what he is actually supposed to do this month which is the exact opposite. he’s dying inside, his colleagues aren’t using all of their braincells, the management is in shambles and worst of all—he has, events to appear to. with you. as his spouse.
so he has to bear with seeing you in that sexy little outfit and not rip it off you as soon as you both come home drunk on wine and eachother.
“babeee—yer’ kinda killin’ me here..” reo whispered in your ear, his hand rested firmly on your inner thigh under the table. all around you, important people from all over the globe sat oblivious to what ministrations reo was performing on your thigh.
“reoo..not here—” you were cut off by a small gasp escaping your lips, reo’s fingers had slid your panties to the side and were ghosting over your slick folds. “a-ah—” you barely held in the noises escaping you. your grip on the table tightening, trying your best to seem composed. the last thing you wanted to do was embarass yourself and reo infront of such big businessmen and women.
however reo was not at all fazed by the company, if he wanted to, he could bend you over the table right now and make everyone watch. but he wouldn’t, he wasn’t an animal. not yet..
“what is it, hm?” reo plunged one finger into your sopping entrance, your body tensed up and your hips bucked into his palm instinctively. you tried forming a response but reo slipped in another finger alongside the first. “cat got your tongue?” reo smirked, his fingers fucking into you in a rhythmic pattern.
you tried to be quiet, to be good. but reo was so mean, the people sitting around you seemed to catch on, giving you both weird looks. reo noticed it and he just curled his fingers inside you, pressing them against that spot inside of you which made you see stars.
“don’t think about them, babe. smile for the camera.” reo pointed towards a cameraman approaching for a picture and he flashed that beautiful, charming grin. you gave a shaky smile, barely reaching your eyes.
reo was kind enough to pull out right after and not make you ruin your dress. gosh, you should’ve returned this mikage boy to his parents. especially when he sucked his fingers clean and winked at you like that.
but november was still very much going on. and neither of you had nutted.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
okay. reo should not have played around that night, he did NOT expect you to bite back at him this hard. okay, where should he start from—
FIRST OF ALL. you’ve begun spoiling him, not with material things of course—he has alot of that already—but in love and affection. and he is so starved, especially because of you know what month. he just takes it like a good boy. he feels rotten for hogging all of your attention but when you’re just lavishing it all on him like that how could he say no? indulging is what he does.
SECCOOONNDDD. possibly the most meanest thing you have done, you’ve started to use his card. you know, that black amex card he just slipped into your wallet one morning and blew a teasing kiss at you. but you never spent a single penny from it, WHY!?!?@ do you not like him? do you not want him???!?
you had reassured him, telling him you saw him as more than just a piggy bank and that you would use it one day. that day was today. gosh, reo loved it when you spent his money. it was all yours after all, all of him was yours.
he watches (insert lego batman gif) as you come home with loads of bags with stuff you bought using that very card. definitely spent well over a million yen but why would reo care? he pops a boner everytime you spoil yourself with his cash.
“reo, how does this look?” you turned around infront of a mirror, clad in something silky and skimpy yet it hugged your body so perfectly. accentuating every curve and contour of your beautiful form. reo was salivating like a dog.
“woah..” reo gawked, eyes nearly popping out of his head. you looked like a wet dream—something which he was having quite regularly nowadays. “y-you—look—fuck..” reo stammered, nothing forming in that smart brain of his.
“bad? yeah—i should take it o—” you were interrupted by reo sinking to his knees infront of you, “no! no—nuh uh. you look absolutely gorgeous. beautiful. prettystunningsweetyummydeliciousiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou—” his rambling was interrupted by a sweet giggle from you. oh he was falling all over again.
“reo, get up.” you laughed, but reo did not get up. he buried his face in your stomach, inhaling your scent. his hands wrapping around your waist tightly to keep you still, he nosed against your inner thigh like a puppy, gazing up at you from under his lashes.
“no.” you knew what his intentions were, you couldn’t fail nnn when you had come so far already. he looked absolutely heartbroken and destroyed. how could you! he stood up and dusted himself off, casting you with a look which spoke volumes about the betrayal you had just caused on him. and he returned back to his seat with a flip of his hair.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
yea reo had been praying for this week to end as soon as it had come. he remembers checking his phone and doing that guy breaking his chains pose. and you awoke beside him and gave him the nastiest side-eye, reo immediately shriveled up in embarrassment.
reo was buzzing on energy the whole week, like he was on something, he definitely was. because all that energy built up to this very moment—
it was night, you were getting ready for bed but you purposefully wore that purple silk robe you knew reo was a goner for. and of course, paired with nothing underneath, you were sure to get your insides rearranged.
the shower abruptly stopped and after hearing a rustling inside of the bathroom—probably reo messing with the towel—the door opened and from the steam stepped out a very drenched and very sexy reo.
with just a towel wrapped around his slender waist and his whole top-half bare, water running down his drenched purple locks, he looked like a vision which immediately got you biting your lip. reo approached you and cupped your cheek, smirking. “it’s time.”— okay, horny mariah carey.
and time it was, because reo had you folded up in missionary, his hand cupping your face and another hand rubbing circles on your clit. “you feel it yeah? how much i—fuckin’—need you.” reo panted in your ear, his thumb swiping at the drool seeping from your lips.
each snap of his hips into you shook the whole bed, his cock a blur of absolute speed as he messed up your insides. the robe you had slipped on earlier lay in tatters on the floor.
but you couldn’t care less, not when your husband fucked you so messy and so good. reo gripped your face harder and forced you to look up at the mirror installed in the ceiling overlooking the bed, “see how dumb you look? gushing all over m’ cock like a little slut.” reo drawled, his hand dropping from your chin to wrap around your throat, choking you softly.
“mmh—! reoo—more—!” you babbled mindlessly, eyes crossed up. “can’t even speak huh? right, all stupid. not a single thought in that brain of yours.” reo chuckled, his hips now slowing down to a languid pace, rolling into you to stir up your already full insides. every roll of his hips made you leak around his cock, so dirty.
“fuckk—keep leakin’ like that and i‘ll go crazy..” reo leaned forward to bury his face in your neck, sucking a dark hickey on your sensitive flesh.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
another winner!! woohoo!!
record: 30 days aayyyeee
“we’re never doing this again. this whole..november thing.” reo muttered against your skin as he spooned you from behind. the early morning rays creeped in through the curtains and got in your eyes, making you squint and groan. “uh-oh.” reo laughed, covering your eyes with his palm, but it covered your whole face.
“little baby can’t handle a little sun?” reo mocked you in a baby-ish voice and you grabbed a pillow to whack him in the face. “shut up!” you pouted and reo only laughed, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so he was on top of you.
he leaned forwards to nuzzle his nose with yours. “don’t pout, you’re making me wanna kiss you.” reo confessed, pressing a kiss to your jaw. you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him up to look at you. “then kiss me.” you dared.
and kiss you he did.
─── NAGI SEISHIRO found out about this challenge from reo. he was not doing this bro. he noped out on the first day itself.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
lol shut up what first week he barely made it through the first day
“haah—mm—’s so good..’yer so good..” nagi panted, his large hand tangled in your hair to push your head down on his cock. he heard your throat muscles contract and choke around his length and he bucked his hips up.
“can’t believe i was plannin’ on stayin’ away from this sweet throat all monthh.” nagi leaned back in his gaming chair and you popped his cock out of your mouth. nagi shivered softly, feeling the cold air of his room hit against his sensitive cock. you gasped for air before gathering saliva in your mouth and spitting down on nagi’s tip and spreading it around nagi’s length.
“good thing you didn’t, sei’.” you giggled, taking nagi’s cock back into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down on it. nagi was big in all the right ways and no matter how much you hollowed your mouth out, you never seemed to fit him in completely.
it poked your cheek and made it bulge, your lips were swollen and flushed from sucking on his dick. you dipped your head and deepthroated his big dick, fuck, it was so meaty and veiny. you could feel each of his veins pulse against the inner walls of your throat as you massaged his length with your throat.
nagi tugged you off his cock by your hair and began fishing his cock. he aimed it right at your face, this bastard. “watch.” you stuck your tongue out, a messy mixture of nagi’s precum and your spit dripping from your tongue.
with a few more strokes, nagi nutted all on your face. painting you with his cum, he panted heavily, his broad chest rising and falling with each huff. “i just finished on youu, ooh.”
you picked up some of the cum on your finger and brought it into your mouth, sucking your digit clean. nagi got very—very. turned on by that, his dick twitching back to life even after he just came.
and right after that, he hauled you onto his lap and pushed your panties to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to his ravaging gaze. “shit—you’re so wet just from sucking me off?” nagi commented blankly, you squirmed and a flush quickly coated your cheeks.
“sei’!” you smacked his chest and he grabbed your wrist, bringing your small palm upto his face to press a kiss to it. only to distract you from how he shoved his dick right into your sopping wet cunt, a lewd squelch echoing through the room as he bottomed out in one swift thrust. you gasped, your back arching so beautifully.
“yeah, stay like that babygirl.” nagi kissed your neck, massaging your hip with one hand to ease you despite how absolutely full you felt. with the other hand he unmuted his mic to speak into it.
“right here. sorry, my girlfriend wanted me.” nagi shrugged, from his headphones you could hear the whistles and cheers of his friends. nagi clamped a hand on your mouth, “gotta stay quiet, okay babe?” he then shifted his attention to his game, making you cockwarm him while he played games on call with his friends.
you muffled a whine into his shoulder. this was going to be a really, really long night.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
a loser but he does not gaf. nnn?? nagi nut november 😳
record: 12 hours. he nutted at exactly 2 am on a tuesday night.
you were getting desperate now, you were leaking your juices all over him and some of it even spilled onto his gaming chair. yet nagi had not even moved once, let alone cum. you had been bouncing on his dick for what felt like an eternity, your clit was all swollen and flushed from grinding against his pelvis so much and your thighs were shaking, knees struggling to hold yourself up. your hips were cramping and you could barely hold yourself up.
“seiii’—baby pleaaaaseee—” you whined so needily you were sure his friends on the call could hear, nagi’s gaze flicked from the game to you then back to the screen. he clicked his tongue in faux annoyance.
“you already came twice on me and i haven’t even moved.” nagi remarked blankly, like this was daily news for him. gosh, this boy frustrated you to no end. if it wasn’t for you using him like a living breathing dildo to get yourself off, you would’ve strangled him already. nagi seemed to notice your frustration and with a small sigh he unmuted his mic
“gonna go afk guys. my girlfriend wants me again, can’t say no.” nagi didn’t wait for a response from the other side and took his headphones off, resting them on his neck and grabbing ahold of your hips.
“where was i?” nagi tilted his head and began pounding into you until your eyes rolled back. on his computer screen, his valorant avatar died and his friends were yelling at him for dipping mid match. but he was clearly aiming for something else.
─── SHIDOU RYUSEI didn’t even think about this challenge. he barely even remembered until you brought it up to him one night while he was humping your thigh while scrolling instagram. no but seriously, did you reaaallyy expect this jerkmate grandmaster baiter, gooner supreme, to not nut for a whole month? he’d rather eat glass and like it.
↳ FIRST DAY :
yeah, first day. because he is not lasting more than that.
heck, he barely lasted the first hour.
“haah? ‘ya ain’t serious right?” shidou drawled out. he thought you would’ve taken the hint that he just cannot physically function without busting a load every other day. not doing that for a whole month is practically a death sentence for him, even more-so because you’re his hot, beautiful, perfect girlfriend.
but your serious expression threw him off, you were not joking. “fiinnee. guess i could play along for like—an hour.” shidou yawned, rolling his eyes. but his hand immediately found it’s way to your thigh, squeezing it. “let me just keep it there.” shidou gave you a sidelong glance.
you shook your head, you knew he would tap out soon.
and he did, oh dear. shidou had you folded up in a full nelson. his big toned arms hooked under your knees, your back pressed flush to his chest. his cock thrust in and out of you hard and fast, every thrust made his pelvis connect with your asscheeks and a loud filthy slap echoed through the room.
“fuck—g’na nut all in this bitch. yeah? this pussy keeps sucking me in like ‘ye can’t get enough.” shidou grinned wildly, his hand creeped lower to rub circles on your clit as he grinded against your cunt, trying to stuff himself deeper.
“ryuuuu’—harder!—gimme moreee!” you screamed his name, your words slurring as shidou fucked you into oblivion. “yeah? more? fuckin’ greedy little slut.” shidou cackled, sweat rolling down his abs and neck, resuming his earlier pace. his hands reached to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks to drive himself deeper into you. the crown of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust making you cry out.
“mmh—ryu’! cummin’—!” your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, toes curling as you gushed over shidou’s cock for the nth time that night. “cream all over my dick—yeah, jus’ like that, what a good gal.” shidou panted, eventually he buried himself to the hilt inside you, balls slapping against your ruined pussy as he emptied yet another load inside of your creamy little cunt.
“one more, ‘kay?”
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
what made you think he would win..?
record: 1. singular. hour. this man does not care.
shidou held you close while he was back to scrolling through instagram. you cuddled up into his side, wrapped up in his hoodie which drowned you in it. the sleeves fell way past your hands and thighs and it smelled so undoubtedly like him. that feral scent of his.
shidou laughed at a dumb reel, his thumb rubbing circles on your hips. he didn’t say anything, the silence already spoke volumes. it was comfortable like this, just the two of you and nothing else.
eventually though, shidou cradled the back of his head with his palm and pressed a kiss to your forehead. your eyes fluttered closed, a small giggle escaping you. music to his ears.
“did i go too hard? are ‘ya hungry?” shidou asked, showing the rare softness which was only reserved for you. his eyes were half-lidded, gazing down at you with so much adoration it stole your breath.
you shook your head and buried your face in his chest, wrapping (barely) your arms around his bare upper half and pulling him flush to you. “nuh uh—mmf just wan’ you.” your voice was muffled into his warm skin.
shidou laughed, not his usual devilish cackles but a rare genuine laugh. he pressed another kiss, this time to your cheek and resumed watching his stupid reels.
─── MICHAEL KAISER was another boaster, he knew he was going to win this challenge. how could he not? it’s not like you were thaaatt tempting!
↳ FIRST WEEK:
this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. okay maybe it kind of was.
would it hurt you to stop being so sexy and hot and lovely and — for just one second? really, you were doing this on purpose. and kaiser would not fall for it, no he wouldn’t. nuh uh.
“micha’! you’re home!” you hopped up from the couch to go greet kaiser at the front door, kaiser was clad in a warm hoodie and sweatpants. yet he could feel a shiver run down his body as soon as you wrapped your small arms around him.
yet he forced himself to act normal, he could not give up now. unless he wanted to be the laughing stock of the whole bastard münchen team for the coming year.
“liebe, did you miss me?” kaiser wrapped his arms around you too, crushing you against him with more force than necessary. his cold hands trailed all over your body, slipping lower to cup your round ass, squeezing the fat and feeling it spill from between his fingers. you were so perfect.
“mm—sure i did. you’re dirty micha’, go wash up.” you giggled, pulling away and helping kaiser take his hoodie off. kaiser pouted softly but chased after your lips for a kiss, you pulled back and grimaced, “eww, you’ll get me sick.” kaiser rolled his eyes, “germaphobe. just say you don’t want me.”
“drama queen.” you sighed but your words held no real bite, you tugged kaiser’s hoodie off his frame and folded it in your arms. “go shower, for real now.” and kaiser reluctantly obliged like a very bratty toddler. what’s up with his attitude?
↳ SECOND WEEK:
his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy — mom’s spaghetti.
he cannot do this anymore. he regrets ever boasting about this, he regrets even taking up this damned challenge! he can’t even touch you without wanting to rip your clothes off and bend you over the nearest possible surface that’s how down bad he has become.
and it has been showing during football practice too, his teammates are always keeping a safe distance from him lest he kick the ball in their balls. then it will really be no nut november.
every shot kaiser made seemed to make the net scream every time he landed a goal, and by the end of practice, kaiser was always buzzing with energy now even more-so that he hasn’t nutted in weeks.
“kaiser misses a goal in latest match against brazil. is the german legend slipping up?” you read out the news headline to kaiser who was fuming beside you on the bed. you could literally see his head emitting smoke, almost.
you bit back a giggle and turned to lay on your side, running a hand over kaiser’s chest and making him shudder. “what’s wrong, big guy?” you feigned concern when you actually knew all too well what’s wrong with him. and kaiser hated that, you teasing little minx.
kaiser grabbed onto your hips and lifted you onto his lap, “you know exactly what’s wrong with me.” kaiser deadpanned, he looked some parts mad and some parts desperate. he began grinding you on his lap, feeling your cunt rub against his bulge from the fabric of your panties under your sinfully short skirt.
“getting desperate, are we now, micha?” you teased, leaning forwards and hiking your tiny tee up, allowing your tits to spill free and gods, they filled up kaiser’s face.
“mmhmm..” kaiser’s voice was muffled from in-between your round, perfect boobs. his hands crept higher up your skirt to grab handfuls of your perky ass and grind you harder against him. he was so lost in the sauce he didn’t even notice your juices ruining his sweatpants.
“michaa—! ye’ can’t cum yet, remember?” you rolled off kaiser’s lap and began pulling your clothes back in place. kaiser’s hand went down to palm himself through his damp sweats, gosh his outline was so thick it had you drooling.
“please, prinzessin.” kaiser whispered, loud and clear but you pretended not to hear anyway. just to hurt his already fragile ego even more. “mm? please what?” you smirked, running a hand down kaiser’s chest again.
“please just—let me put the tip in. please! that doesn’t—that doesn’t count as losing, yeah?” kaiser pleaded, desperation lacing every syllable of his speech. and how could you resist him when he was like this?
you shook your head with small laugh and flipped your skirt up, pushing your panties to the side with your finger. “just the tip, ‘kay? no more.” kaiser ogled but then fished his cock out from his pants and he was already so hard. poor boy, must’ve been soooo needy.
he stroked his cock a few times, his tip was drooling pre and looked so flushed and pretty. he pressed it against your sopping wet pussy and slid it up and down your folds, smacking your clit with it making you cry out sweetly.
eventually, kaiser pressed just his huge, flared tip inside of you and immediately a groan which he seemed to have been holding in for ages slipped out of his mouth.
“scheiße—yer’ squeezin’ the life outta’ me, liebe..” kaiser choked out, head thrown back over the pillows, heels digging into the mattress trying to hold back from thrusting up into you. because he knows if he does,
he won’t pull out till he nuts.
↳ THIRD WEEK:
by week three, kaiser has become a problem.
not for you. not for his teammates. not for isagi (okay, maybe for isagi). no, no—kaiser has become a problem for himself.
the man wakes up hard. he goes to bed hard. he breathes too fast and he’s hard. like a beast of erectile dysfunction, at this point he’s convinced his body is staging his downfall.
he’s snappy, irritable, and painfully pretty (just like usual but this time he is suffering). everyone around him knows something is off—they been knew—he’s quieter in the locker room, always sitting with his legs crossed like a victorian lady in the medieval ages trying to hide her ankles except he’s trying to hide his boner.
AND god forbid you so much as bend down to pick something up in front of him. the moment you do, you can literally hear his last two braincells arguing:
“im gonna nut”
“dude sybau we gotta survive this”
“i can’t do this anymore twin”
“get up.” kaiser ordered, but his voice was a little pitched up. you were bent over, cleaning the bookshelf and of course you wore the tightest little booty shorts to just rub it in even more.
he knew you were doing this on purpose, showing yourself around knowing he can’t do anything about it?
you peered over your shoulder to look at him, your hips giving a teasing little sway. “what is it, micha? can’t i clean around a little?” you pouted, batting your dolly lashes up at kaiser.
“you can..but stop—fuckin’ hell.” kaiser ran his inked hand down his face, his eyes zeroed in on your plump ass. how much he wanted to just grab two handfuls of that perfect bouncy fat and feel it slap against his hips everytime he fucked into your creamy little cunt.
you seemed to read his thoughts, with how your lips curled into the tiniest smirk. “what? use your words..” you cooed mockingly, arching your back even more.
kaiser wasn’t having any of it, he simply stood up and walked away. because he knew if he stayed, it would be much, much worse.
↳ FOURTH WEEK:
oh, hallelujah. november is almost coming to an end, kaiser swore he would actually shave his head and retreat retreated a monastery in taiwan to lead the life of a monk if this month wore on any loner.
the morning of 30th november was the longest ever in his life, every passing second was a second closer to salvation and kaiser couldn’t wait.
it had gotten so bad that he skipped practice unless he wanted to pop a boner in the middle of the field. sure his team was confused, kaiser never skipped practice or literally anything to do with football then they looked at the calender and a collective ‘ohhh’ was sounded.
and as soon as the clock hit 12? baby, kaiser was not. holding. back.
“you little fuckin’ tease.” kaiser bounced you on his lap in reverse cowgirl, one hand tightly gripping your hips and his tattooed hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “you made my life a livin’ hell with this—sweet little cunt.” kaiser growled, his hips bucking up to fuck more of his big cock into your drooling pussy.
“mmhh—! micha—please—too much!” you whined loudly, tapping his meaty thigh weakly with two fingers. “too much?” kaiser laughed humorlessly, “yer’ leaking all over m’ cock and you say is too much?” kaiser nipped at your earlobe.
kaiser’s hands slid down to harshly cup your bouncing tits and kneaded the firm mounds in his hands. you threw your head back on his shoulder with a cry. “fuckk yeah—look at these perfect little tits. all fuckin’ mine.” kaiser punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust into you, his tip kissing that spot inside of you which made you see stars behind your eyelids.
kaiser then grabbed his phone from the bedside table and opened his camera app, he then gripped your chin and forced you to look at yourself, messy and dumb, in the phone. “smile, liebling.” kaiser chirped and winked at the screen while you tried your best to smile with your swollen lips and drool down your chin.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
kaiser never loses, what did you think?
record: 30 full days. barely made it.
“look how fucked out you look here.” kaiser laughed, showing you the selfie of you he took earlier. “micha! stop it—” you giggled and pushed the phone away, kaiser curled an arm around you and hugged you closer to his side. his nose buried in your hair to inhale the sweet scent of your shampoo—something delicate like you. “can’t believe i survived without fuckin’ ‘ya for a month.” kaiser commented with a small chuckle, his words buried into the crown of your head.
“..‘m never doing this again.” kaiser shook his head and spooned you closer to him.
he is definitely doing this again.
─── ALEXIS NESS who saw you mention doing the no nut november challenge once and immediately started sulking like a puppy who got his favourite toy taken away.
he is not going to deprive himself of you for a whole month, what do you think he is? stupid?
↳ FIRST WEEK:
day 1. ness has lost vision in his left leg and has a fracture in his right eye. no seriously, he feels like he’s walking on a pile of glass barefoot—and he would rather do that than actually do this challenge.
but since you pleaded him so sweetly, how could he say no? he tried to keep his act up for atleassstt a couple of days. maybe 6 or 7.
day 3. he caved, like a dumbass. no you can’t even blame him this time! poor baby just couldn’t resist it when you went to the shower and left your panties lying on the floor. he was just cleaning up after you—but fuck, he just couldn’t help himself from pressing the lacy pair to his face and taking a big sniff. gosh, he was drooling like a puppy.
one thing lead to another and he was jerking off with your panties wrapped around his cock. so disgusting. he didn’t even notice when you stepped out of the bathroom in just a skimpy little towel, and caught him right in the act. using your panties to get himself off.
and you wouldn’t let him get away with that, would you?
“you stupid little puppy, just can’t keep your dick in your pants, can’t you?” you cooed, rubbing your dripping cunt on ness’s face. you were sitting on ness’s face, eyes locked onto his where his face was peeking out from between your thighs.
gosh, he was in heaven, he loved when you took charge of him. his tongue licked between your folds, gulping down mouthfuls of your slick. you grinded down against his mouth and up until your clit caught on his nose.
“mmh, you’re gonna nut just from this, huh?” you tilted your head to the side, fingers tangling into ness’s soft magenta locks to hold him in place as you rode his face. ness’s hands gripped your thighs to press you harder against him but you swatted them away.
“no touching. you don’t deserve it.” you clicked your tongue, you lifted yourself up from his face and looked down. ness whined, “m-mommy! please—fuck—sit back down!” he demanded, and you did. ness’s lips immediately latched onto your clit and he began sucking until your pearl was flushed and aching.
ness bucked his hips up, fucking the air. mumbling ‘love you’s and endless praises into your pussy. he was so pussy-drunk he couldn’t even stop himself from cumming untouched. ropes of his cum splattering over his own stomach.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
he was destined to lose!!
record: 3 days, atleast he lasted half a week?
“a-ah! mommy—y’re so tight and mm—so good!” ness babbled in your ear as he fucked into you mindlessly, he pressed his forehead against yours, hands cupping your face. “love you—love you so fuckin’ much—and love this tight lil’ pussy..” ness whispered against your lips before capturing them in a wet, messy kiss.
ness fucked vigorously into your sloppy pussy, pressing wet, smacking kisses all over your fucked out face. his thrusts eventually got sloppier and with a few more, he buried himself deep inside of you and shooter his seed right into your warm, waiting womb. he pressed on your belly with a shaky hand.
notes: idk… don’t look at me. multiple bllk characters x f!reader— but Kaiser focused, Shidou implied to be your best friend ig, idk how clear it is but that “voice” by the end belongs to Sae (these r all the specified characters I can think of rn)
warnings: implied dubcon, alcohol mention, fingering, voyuerism and exhibitionism. Minors do not interact. Lmk if I’m missing any tags!
An impromtu night in with bllk boys- that somehow ends up with someone’s genius idea to play shitty high school games, everyone’s too buzzed to refuse or even fully register so it starts with the classic truth or dare
You feel a little too bold- and clearly forgotten about tour unspoken rule for this game, and pick “dare” for your first.
Your dearest friend Shidou dares you to sit on Kaiser’s lap without missing a beat. And when you try and protest, you’re hushed with a finger pressing to your lips, now now, you chose dare, no? So be nice and play along.
The night only goes downhill from the on for you. With Kaiser being touchy but remaining somewhat cold and more and more questions being targeted at you, you’re certain they’re spinning the bottle in a way that’ll end up pointing at you always.
“So, what color is your underwear?” Oliver says, and you whip your head to hide your face- sadly the only way to do so is Kaiser’s neck so you take all you can find but feel a finger by the band of your bottoms, pulling the band to take a peak and answer on your behalf “blue, lace too.”
You can hear a whistle from somewhere, and Oliver following up with a why. “You got your answer so shut it” you retort and can hear several laughs raising in the room. A little too late the seriousness of your situation sits in- it’s a den of wolves and you’re thrown in the center to be their latest victim.
You try to move and get away as much as you can from Kaiser— at least to not feel his breath down your neck, his lips ghosting the skin there, but with strong hands pinning you down to his lap, he sneers at you, “I’d suggest you keep the squirming down a little. Unless you’re offering to help out later.”
Giving him a puzzled look at his words, he relaxes his hold on you only to press you down again, slowly grinding you against him— it’s impossible not to feel his hardened length against you and only then his words sink in, something akin to fear taking over your features and making him grin.
When the bottle spins and finds you two once more, slightly tilted towards Kaiser but you aren’t sure, you cannot trust your senses any more, you try and protest only for the hand stroking your leg to squeeze and make you shut. “Fine, we will play as two and answer in turns.”
And much to your dismay, he always, always picks dare. One wants a peak at the lace, one says you look like you’re begging to have a couple fingers inside, so Kaiser follows suit. Always with a shrug, saying he’s simply following suit of the game. Long, agitating hours of his fingers inside of you, his thumb occasionally massaging your clit and drawing small mewls out of you— with how you’re, you bury your face to the crook of his neck, mouth gaping slightly, overheating all over your body, it feels too much, he feels too much.
Then you hear someone, you think Karasu but you’re not sure, asking if it’ll always be limited to two.
When he inserts a third finger, you cannot hold your gasp anymore, clutching at Kaiser’s shoulders.
Shidou only makes the matters worse— you don’t know when he switched places but every once in a while he leans in and suggests Kaiser where else should he touch to drive you a little more crazy, a little more stupid. The blond is not the least bit of happy regarding this but Shidou only offers a smile that unsettles you and says it’s all just things you told him willingly on another night drunk off your minds, talking about pleasure and whatnot.
As the game reaches its high and the bottle long forgotten now, another dare is thrown into the mix, to put on a little show, to allow them all an audience.
Nudging your legs to the side, Kaiser increases his pressure on your poor clit, nibbling on your ear, he whispers to only you that if you do this final thing, he will reward you— this only makes you clench around his fingers more, already aware despite your drunken state that he means to fuck you stupid properly and for only him to see.
You think you feel more hands on you, you’re unsure, with desperate to hide your face and bite onto Kaiser’s shoulder every time it feels too much, you don’t have the heart to look at any of them.
You feel someone blowing on your ear at last, telling you to let go and not contract your body like that. Have mercy on your body and stop holding back. The voice sounds like it wants the best for you, like this is the most logical way to go, that it’s pointless to resist. So you nod weakly and feeling you relax in his hold, still pressed against him, Kaiser chuckles at your admitted defeat.
Knuckles deep inside of you, he increases his pace, his thumb toying with your clit and his other hand roaming your body. Pushing your legs further apart to settle his leg inbetween, his hand sneaks under your shirt and finds your breasts. Kneading the tender flesh there, you begin your body to jolt slightly, mumbling to no one in particular pleas of nothing, trying to squeeze your legs shut and hips meeting the pace Kaiser has set with his fingers.
With a snap, you feel yourself shake and body going limp, no more strength left in you to try and shy away push your legs together. Barely meeting the rhythm of his finger still inside of you.
When Kaiser pulls away, you cannot help but whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Raising his cum soaked fingers, he seems to demonstrate for a while, turning his hand to inspect for himself and brings the digits to your lips.
Without a word, you feel something pushing against your lips and open, licking clean whatever you’re being dared to do so now. Sucking on Kaiser’s fingers, you let go with a slow pop.
Bringing his other hand to your cheek, he makes you face him and seems to give it some thought. Swiftly, he places the hand under your knees and gets up, picking you up in the process and walks to where he knows is the bedroom, ignoring the protests of the men left behind in the living room.
a/n: i’ve been wanting to write these so bad but i needed the motivation so thank you anon lemme give you a kiss 💋
sorry this is so short 😓
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• kaiser is 100% the dominant one in bed, but that doesn’t mean he won’t let you top him. he’s a service top/soft dom (most of the time), so he’ll let you do whatever will get you off as long as he gets to participate.
• he loves being marked up. bite marks, scratch marks, bruises on his shoulders, hickeys all over his neck and collar bone, he could stare at himself in the mirror and drool at the sight of your work on him. especially likes the comments he gets from his teammates in the locker room, usually gives a half assed response or brushes it off. feels there’s no explanation needed, he simply fucked you so good you literally had to hold on for dear life and try to eat him lol.
• if you didn’t read my virgin!kaiser post here it is. if you did then you KNOW how i feel about about this topic. unpopular opinion: he is not a whore. kaiser would absolutely save himself for someone special, so chances are he lost his virginity to you. he’s done lots of foreplay with other people in the past, but he didn’t go all the way until he met you and when it happened he was hooked. kaiser has an insatiable libido but he does know how to control himself. just know that you’ll be getting tons of horny texts, nudes, phone calls just so he can hear your voice while he jerks off, he’s a menace.
• he is EAGER to learn about you and your body and every little thing he can do to make you squirm. would spend hours just touching and playing with you to figure it out. teases and edges you all the time (likes to edge himself a little too). wants you to tell him what you want, loves hearing you verbalize your sexual desires.
• will make you talk about sex in inappropriate situations. he’ll whisper dirty words in your ear and smile at you. dinner with the fam? “You’d look so pretty bent over this table.” tries to coax you into joining the mile high club any time you take a flight. he has absolutely no filter when it comes to talking about sex. will reminisce on last nights ministrations while you’re in the car, out to eat, whispering over to you at the movie theater. he’ll ask if you liked certain things he did, if you want to try something different, tell you yet again how good you were for him.
• he’s not a fan of toys aside from vibrators for you but i can see him being into some light bondage perhaps? he likes when he can fuck you and you can’t touch him or yourself.
• kaiser doesn’t like the idea of others watching you guys fuck but he likes the idea of them knowing he’s fucking you if that makes sense. wants you to be loud when there’s other people in the room next to you. makes sure his thrusts are hard enough to my the door or the bed shake and creek. he only does this if he’s around people you guys know. doesn’t want random people to know y’all are fucking but definitely like if he’s teammates or friends are around, rival teams too perhaps.
• this boy loves intimacy so much, as horny as he is, he likes to make sex with you special when he can. when he comes back from playing in another country, desperately yearning for your touch, he does everything in his power to make it the most romantic and passionate experience for you. he takes his time and keeps his pace at a cool medium, not too fast but he doesn’t drag them out too much. kisses everywhere the entire time, can’t take his lips off your perfect skin that he’s missed so much. can’t stand to see it without a single sign of him, so he’s marking you up along the way. moaning your name right into your ear and mumbling “i love you”’s into the crook of your neck. he’s going for as long as possible by the way, switching positions, eating you out for what feels like forever, he could go all night like this.
• he isn’t the kinkiest guy but he will try whatever you want to try. doesn’t mind if he has to be a little mean to you or even if he has to be a little submissive. really cares about sex being an enjoyable experience so he wants to make sure you’re both getting to explore your fantasies. i could see him being into roleplay a little ngl.
• i’m sorry but this man has a perfect dick. it’s like 5-6 inches, not too big not too small, his girth fills his length perfectly, he has a very slight upwards curve that prods into your sweet spots perfectly every time. he keeps himself excessively well groomed. when he gets undressed in front of you all you can do is stare in awe at how pretty he is. his shaft is the same pale tone as the rest of his skin, his veins aren’t very prominent and his tip is pink and cute???? Idk call me weird IDC he’s a pretty boy.
! NSFW, minors DNI ! ➙ explicit sexual content, fem!reader, oral sex, penetration, orgasm denial, degradation.
As you just arrived to Michael’s penthouse, you notice how unusual he was acting that night.
"Did the train give you trouble?" he asks.
"It was late," you say, keeping your eyes on his chest rather than his eyes. It lets you gain more courage. "The tracks were frozen near the station."
"Poor thing." The words are soft, almost sweet, but his mouth is curved into that familiar, smirk that could only mean he’s planned something. He reaches down, his long, pale fingers tangling into your hair at the nape of your neck, with enough pressure to force your head back until you have no choice but to look at him. "You look quite pathetic when you’re cold, you know that? Like a small bird that’s fallen out of its nest into the mud."
"Michael—"
"Shh." He presses his thumb against your lower lip, stopping the word before it can leave your mouth. His skin smells of expensive soap he probably used after his session at the training ground.
He leans down, his breath warm against your cheek, his lips brushing the tip of your ear so lightly it makes a shiver run straight down your spine.
He doesn't give you permission to get up from the couch. Instead, he drops his hand from your hair and takes two steps backward, sinking onto the heavy sofa opposite you. He spreads his legs wide, his robe parting to reveal the lean muscle of his thighs, and leans back on his elbows, looking down at you with a heavy, lazy curiosity.
"Well?" he says.
You know what he wants. You don't wait for him to ask a second time, because his patience is a luxury that costs too much to lose. You slide off the leather cushion, your knees hitting the cold concrete floor with a small, dull sound. The contrast between the chilled floor and the heat radiating from his body makes you come to your senses. You crawl the short distance between the sofa and his feet, your palms flat against the stone. When you reach his knees, you stop, looking up through your eyelashes. He’s watching you with a detached gaze, and finally he gives you a command.
"Show me how much you missed me, Schatz." You reach out, your hands slightly unsteady as you part the silk of his robe. He isn't wearing anything underneath. He’s already semi-erect, his length thick and pale against the darker fabric of the robe, the skin smooth and burning. You wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling him pulsing under your palm. As soon as your fingers tighten, you hear his breath hitch, almost an imperceptible sigh that lets you know he’s paying attention.
"Slow," he murmurs, his hand coming down to rest on the top of your head, his fingers threading loosely through your hair. "don't rush it.” he continues. You slowly lower your head, your lips parting as you take the head of his cock into your mouth. He tastes salty, and intensely sharp, but his cleanness clearly evident. You use your tongue to swirl around the tip, coating him in saliva before you slide your mouth down an inch, then two. Your throat squeezes slightly against the thickness and, above you, Kaiser lets out a long, slow breath through his teeth. His hand in your hair tightens, his knuckles pressing into your scalp as he guides the movement.
"Ah... that’s it," he purrs. His tone is calm, almost too calm, enough to make you question if he really meant it.
But the way his hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch forward into your mouth, was enough to prove you wrong.
"Look at you, so eager. Do you honestly like being on your knees for me that much?". You don't answer, you can't. You take him deeper, your nose touching the base of his length. You work your tongue up and down the sensitive skin of his dick, your hand pumping the base in sync with the rhythm of your mouth. Kaiser’s grip on your hair hardens even more. He’s no longer looking at the room; his eyes are fixed entirely on your face, watching your cheeks get full of him and the way your eyes water from the depth of him.
"Oh... look at those wet eyes," he mocks softly, his voice dropping an octave. He uses his other hand to pinch your chin, forcing your head to stay perfectly still while his thumb strokes your wet lower lip. "Is it too big for you, Schatz? Does it hurt your little throat?"
You try to shake your head, but he doesn't let you.
"Poor baby," he sighs, his thumbs wiping away a tear from the corner of your eye. His expression is a perfect imitation of pity: his eyebrows slightly drawn together, his mouth curved in a sympathetic pout, but his eyes are amused. "Can't you even handle this much? And here I thought you were strong enough to be my plaything."
To prove his point, he drives his hips forward suddenly, forcing himself another inch into your mouth until your throat locks up entirely and a muffled gag escapes you. You clutch at his thighs, your fingers digging into the hard, solid muscle to steady yourself as your vision blurs with tears.
He holds you there for three seconds, long enough for your heart to hammer against your ribs like a trapped bird. Then, just as panic starts to set in, he pulls back slowly, leaving you shivering and gasping for air on the floor, a thin string of saliva connecting his wet tip to your chin.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with the first real signs of arousal. He reaches down and smears the wetness across your cheek with his thumb. "See? You’re much prettier when you’re quiet and cooperative."
Before you can recover your breath, Kaiser stands up, his hand still tangled in your hair, dragging you to your feet along with him. "Come," he says, already moving toward the bedroom.
The room is larger than most apartments, and he wastes no seconds to throw you onto the large mattress. It’s firmer than you expect, the linen cool against your bare skin as you quickly scramble backward until your spine hits the heavy leather headboard. You’re shivering now, not from the cold, but from anticipation.
Kaiser stands at the foot of the bed, sliding his robe off.
He climbs onto the bed, his movements slow and predatory, his knees caging your hips before you even realize he’s moved. His fingers reach down to undo the buttons of your shirt with an agonizing, deliberate slowness. When you’re completely naked beneath him, he doesn't immediately touch you. He observes.
"You're shaking, baby," he says, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your collarbone. His touch is light, almost feather-like, but it makes you hitch your breath. "Are you afraid of me?"
"No," you lie, your voice cracking slightly.
He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates against your shins where they’re pressed under his thighs. "Liar. You’re terrified. You love it."
He leans forward, his chest pressing down against yours, pinning you flat into the mattress. His hands slide up to frame your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks until your lips are squished together.
"Let’s see how long you can last tonight before you start begging," he whispers against your lips.
He doesn't wait for your response. He drops his hand between your legs, his fingers finding your wet folds. You’re already slick from watching him, from the anticipation of what he always does to you, and he lets out a soft, pleased grunt as his middle finger slides easily into your heat.
"Oh... look at that," he says, his mouth close to your ear. "So wet for me already. Did you think about me today while you were sitting on the train? Did you think about what I’d do to you if you were late?"
"Michael..." You arch your back as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it with a controlled pressure that makes your hips twitch involuntarily.
"Shut up," he commands, his fingers moving faster now, sliding in and out of you while his thumb stays firmly planted against your sensitive bulb. "I didn't say you could speak."
You start to feel the climax building at the base of your stomach, but you’re not the only one who notices.
"You’re getting close, aren't you?" Kaiser asks, but not long after he stops his fingers completely.
You freeze, your body tense from the sudden lack of movement. "Michael... please."
"Please what?" He tilts his head, his face a picture of innocent confusion. "Did you want something, baby? Tell me."
"Don't stop," you whine, your hips giving a pathetic, small tilt upward to try and find his hand again. "Please, Michael."
"Oh... poor baby," he croons, "Look at you... so desperate for a little sensation. Can't you even control your own body. It’s really quite tragic." He slides his hand out of you completely, leaning back to look down at you. "You don't get to come yet," he says, his voice flat and demanding. "You come when I tell you to."
"Look at me," he remarks.
You open your eyes, your vision slightly blurry from the tears of frustration.
He repositions himself, guiding the head of his shaft against your hole. "Please, Michael... now." you purr.
"Say it nicely."
"Please... let me have you. Inside me."
He grins. “Since you asked so sweetly..."
He drives into you in one rough thrust.
The size of him stretches you, filling you up so good that you let out a loud scream against his shoulder. He doesn't give you time to adjust. He immediately begins to move, his strokes deep and punishing, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, heavy rhythm that echoes through the quiet room. “Du bist so eng, Schatz”.
You don't understand the words, but you don’t really need to, he’s no longer entirely in control of himself.
"Michael... oh god, Michael," you chant, your fingers finally finding his waist, digging into his hips as you try to match his frantic pace.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough. "Don't look away from me."
You look up into his face. He looks terrifying. His eyes are wide, the pupils blown out until there’s only a thin rim of blue left around the edges. The sweat from his forehead drips onto your chest.
He reaches down, his hand wrapping around your throat, not to choke you, but to keep you pinned onto the mattress.
"You’re mine," he growls. You can feel your walls tightening around him, clamping down on his cock with every thrust.
"Ah... scheiße," he curses, his pace becoming unmatchable now, his hips slamming into you with a speed that makes your brain go entirely white. "Don't you dare come yet... wait for me...”
"I can't," you cry out, your head tossing from side to side against his hand. "Michael, I can't... please..."
"Yes, you can," he snarls.
However, your body seems to don’t have a choice. Your body rebels against his command, the muscles of your pussy contracting into a violent spasm. As your climax hits him, his control vanishes entirely.
He releases your throat, his hands going down to grip your hips with a strength that will leave dark bruises on your skin by morning. He pulls you up against his pelvis, burying himself into you to the root with one last, massive thrust. You can feel the hot, thick jet of his cum hitting your interior wall, filling you to the brim.
He lets out a long, shuddering groan that turns into a low whine against your neck, his face burying into your shoulder.
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𝐀/𝐍 : oh man. the day kaneshiro reveals bunny to have any sort of religious bg is the day i out myself as a witch lol. ive been writing sacrilegious bunny content since he was introduced to the manga. anyways enjoy :) another reupload w some changes
bunny likes church girls ─ one who stays true to her faith, recites her verses and ends her day in prayer. there is no sweeter delicacy in this life that is sweeter than a young lady who holds her religious faith close to her heart, but he finds even greater pleasure testing the strength of her unwavering loyalty. he doesn't care too much for prayers and sunday service, actually. it never appealed to him, until he met you ─ a gentle angel he vies to corrupt and punish. and he will.
he starts out small ─ grazing your thigh if you sit next to him during mass, pressing his lips to your cheek when you come in for a departing hug, tugging on the rosary that hangs from your neck in an attempt to rile you up. he loves to see how flustered and annoyed you get with him, and yet, your faith remains intact. it's sickening.
so he uses a stronger approach ─ he'll whisper dirty scenarios in your ear while the pastor leads the sermon, maybe even tug on your ear with his teeth if he's feeling extra brave, uncaring if people cast him sideways glances and glares, mumbling under their breaths on how "disrespectful" he's behaving in front of the Lord, not that he cares. you'll find his hand snaking up your thigh and underneath your sundress, his thick fingers pressing against your clothed mound as you shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to draw too much unwanted attention from the neighboring church goers.
"pay attention, cariño," he whispers while slipping his hand into your panties, gliding his digits between your surprisingly slippery folds. ah, so you were enjoying this.
it's hard to pay attention to what all is being said and done when you have two fingers pushing in and out of you though, the unfamiliar stretch of his digits scissoring you open while the pastor travels down the aisle chanting from his soul. when you look over to bunny, his eyes are fixated, not on you, but on the pastor, as if he isn't fucking you with his own fingers, smiling ever so slightly when your walls clench around him.
and that's not the worse he'll do to you. bunny begins appearing in your dreams ─ and they're not good dreams. vivid images of the crimson-eyed tyrant flood fondling you in church, pushing you to commit the most heinous of sins are all you see in your dreams, your nightmares. what startles you most, though, is when you find yourself lying in bed at night, hand lodged between your thighs, rubbing fast circles on your clit in a desperate attempt to rid yourself of the desire caused by the dreams of you and bunny together in unholy matrimony. pure bliss has never tasted sweeter than now, but you've also just sinned ─ it was time to seek aid from a priest.
you never had a reason to visit a confessional booth (not that you needed to until now), so you weren't too familiar with how they operated. with a deep breath, you stepped into the wooden room and cautiously relayed to the priest on the other side about these vile dreams and the strange feelings you've begun to develop, hoping to find some answers. but what you didn't know is that the priest had long left the church for the day, but a very special friend saw you enter in alone.
he had been on the other side the entire time, absorbing every little detail of the dreams that have plagued you for days. bunny urged you to dig deeper and explain in greater detail the nature of your dreams, to which you do, still believing it to be the priest. your head was downcast, eyes fixed on your lap in shame, giving bunny an opportunity to open the small partition, his crimson eyes focused on your flushed cheeks and shaking hands.
now that he has leverage, his plan to corrupt you moved faster, knowing exactly what your fantasies are of him.
bunny pinpoints your most vulnerable moments and utilizes them to extent. when he sneaks into your bedroom and finds you praying at your bedside, he lifts you from the ground, pinning you to your bed with his heavier build. it's impossible to move and just as you try to scream, he shuts you up by slotting his lips with yours, swallowing your whimpers. the sliminess of his tongue sliding down your throat should have you gagging, but it doesn't and you find yourself parting your lips wider to allow more of him in. but he has better plans. pulling away with heavy breaths, a trail of saliva connecting your lips, he slithers down your body, pressing soft, warm kisses to any inch of exposed skin, stopping only when his head meets your plush thighs.
his eyes flicker momentarily to meet your when he suddenly notices the bible on your nightstand ─ now he has an even better idea. he reaches over and lifts the heavy book, handing it over to you.
"read for me, cariño. and try not to stutter," he commands before dipping his head in between your legs, tugging your already damp panties to the side. he breathes in the saccharine scent of your virgin cunt, feeling your body tremble underneath him as he sweeps his tongue across your delicate folds.
you almost dropped your bible on your face, holding it up as steady as you could to read from it. your lips quivered and your voice turned shaky as you try not to stumble on your words. but when he starts sucking on your sensitive bud, shoving two fingers through your tight walls, creating a scissoring motion to spread you out, you nearly scream out, clenching your eyes shut and burying your face in the pages to keep yourself from crying out.
god, bunny just loves to see you fall apart. he can't help but enjoy the sight of someone so pure and faithful fall apart to the recreational pleasure they swore they wouldn't allow themselves to feel. bunny takes pride in knowing he's the only one capable of corrupting your faith, to open your eyes to a whole new world of sin and debauchery you've barricaded yourself from.
which prompts him to take it to the next level.
after finding you alone at church again, praying fervently for forgiveness, he joins you in prayer, sitting in the pews unusually quiet. the church was void of people, giving him another perfect opportunity to ruin the "picture-perfect" image you carry so gracefully. unwilling to let you finish praying, bunny snatches you from your seat and holds you to his chest with one arm. his strength was good for something and with his free hand, he expertly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down far enough to release his aching cock. of course he was hard ─ nothing turned him on more than the mere idea of fucking you in a sacred place.
it's a tight fit, but you manage you fit the thick head of his cock between your tight walls, your back pressed against his chest as you holds you still on his lap, giving you time to adjust to his impossibly large size. the stretch was brutal and each inch of his length shoving into your burned through your body, tears spilling down your cheeks and he wasn't even fully sheathed. he probably should've put a condom on, but the idea of fucking you raw, of breeding you on sacred ground in front of jesus made his cock twitch inside of you.
you look so pretty on his lap, you always did. tears stained your cheeks, your dress bundled around your waist, legs quivering and nails digging into his arms as you grip onto him for support. with no warning, bunny lifts you up and slams you back down onto his cock, earning a pained mewl from above. this is what he wanted. by the end of this, you were no longer going to be the good, prodigal daughter, the one who lent a helping hand and offered prayers to those in need. no, he was hellbent on breaking your religious spirit.
he needs no help slamming you up and down on his dick, listening to the sound of pitiful whimpers tumbling from your lips echoing in the empty church, erotic squelching noises bouncing off the walls.
your moans progressively become louder, an eruption of pathetic pleas and mewls.
"pray, cariño. that's what you came here for, right," he grunts, thrusting his hips up into you with no stops, his pace brutal and unrelenting.
you can barely breathe, much less speak properly, but you do your best to recite the prayer you had started when he came in, your vision blurred with the tears of pleasure you thought you'd never shed until you were married.
hell, if bunny has to marry you to see this sight everyday, so be it. after taking you like this, there was no way in hell he'd let another man have you. your prayers were his. your faith and love for your god belonged to him. he'd make sure every sunday, after service, he would fuck you so good you'd see the god you delivered prayers to. the pearly gates of heaven were only so bright as long as bunny brought you there.
with a final thrust, your gummy walls gripped his throbbing cock, keeping him in place while the coil in your belly unwound, ripples of ecstasy wracking through your body. bunny groaned low as own need for release followed shortly after, streams of hot cum filling you to the brim until you were leaking all around him.
he held you in place on his lap for a little longer, his big arms wrapped securely around you as he delivered the last line of prayer you couldn't bring yourself to say while he fucked you.
"lead us not into temptation," he whispered, licking the shell of your ear. "but deliver us... from evil."
HELLOOO could i PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEEE request smut for ness, bachira, and rin finding out that reader has a praise kink? SORRY IF THATS A LOT. THANK YOU SO MUCH IM GOING TO GIVE YOU MY SOUL 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
⋆˚꩜｡you're doing so good || ness, bachira, and rin
part 2 -> you're doing so good
゛a/n ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ so sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy<3
゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw, mdni, fem reader, praise kink, aged up
“Yeah, just like that… perfect…”
Ness muttered his hands gripping your hips as he watched you ride him. Your velvety walls squeezing him tighter at his praise. A moan left him as your body reacted to his words, a small grin forming on his features. “You like that sweetness? You like my praise?” He questioned thrusting his hips up to meet bounces.
You let out a string of incoherent words as you nodded. Your hands were clenched around his biceps as you bounced. Your body heavy with pleasure, your legs shaking when his tip would hit your cervix.
“Fuck–look at you…” Ness groaned his eyes trailing from your glossy eyes all the way down to where you were sucking him in.
“Doing so good pretty,” your boyfriend’s words pushed you over the edge. Your pussy pulsed as you squeezed around his cock. The male could tell you were close, his dick twitching as he thrusted into you.
“Y’gonna cum f’me? Be a good girl and cum yeah?” He asked as his thumbs gently rubbed circled over your hot skin. Ness groaned, feeling you come undone, watching your body shake.
“Yes, just like that…”
Ness’s grip tightened as he felt your body weaken. “It’s okay sweetness, I got you…” He whispered as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his own catching him as he pulled you down against his chest.
The two of you panted, relishing in the activity the two of you had just done. Your eyes heavy with exhaustion as Ness rubbed your body gently. His lips pressing soft kisses on your head, small murmurs of compliments leaving him.
You had probably come twice already, your third coming up rapidly fast as Bachira thrusted into you. Your legs draped over his shoulders as his head lolled to the side. Even though they were lidded, you felt his stare. Lustful yet loving as he moved his head to the side and kissed your leg.
“You can take another right?” He questioned, his thrusts becoming slow and deliberate. “I know you can birdie…” Bachira whispered as you moaned softly, pants leaving your body as you felt his cock push into you. Your hole swollen and sensitive, as your boyfriend thrusted into you slowly.
Bachira’s cock twitched while inside of you, sensing his release catching up to your own. “You look so beautiful like that birdie.” He cooed watching his cock disappear inside of you, his eyes gleaming at the sight of you taking him completely.
“Megs…” You whimper as his eyes went to yours quickly. “Yes? What is it birdie?” He questioned his thrusts picking up speed. Feeling you flutter around him.
“C…close…” You murmured making your boyfriend grin, your body sucked him in. “Oh yeah? Cum for me Birdie, you can do it–I know you can…” He assured gently, your body practically doing as told as your legs quivered.
Bachira felt your warmth engulf him, your orgasm hitting you hard as your body shook. Bachira held you down, laughing breathlessly as he came as well. A soft groan leaving his throat as he leaned his head back. “You’re just like heaven, birdie…” He breathlessly spoke.
“Please more…”
Rin moaned, head buried in your breasts as he thrusted into you. His movements were sloppy as his hands were clasped with yours. “You’re taking me so good.” He whimpered, lifting his head, watery eyes meeting your lidded eyes.
Your boyfriend looked completely wrecked, tears running down his smooth red face as he fucked his cock into you. His whimpers seemingly louder than your own moans. His whimpers of praise, making it hard for you to not come undone on his cock so early.
“Please baby more… squeeze me more—fuck yes…” He pleaded pathetically as your gummy walls clenched around his drooling dick.
You listened to your boyfriend’s whimpers, his cock twitching causing you to realize how close he was. Rin’s hands left yours as they ran over your body without any plan.
“Need to feel you… god you’re so beautiful…” He groaned his head buried deep into your breasts once more as you moaned, squeezing him to the point he couldn’t hold his release anymore.
You felt him fill you up as choked moans left Rin. His hands grabbing onto your hips tightly as his hips stuttered against your pelvis.
Your eyes closed shut listening to his small whimpers as you came around his cock. Your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper into you.
