Rin had a problem. A huge problem for someone who didn't want kids. He didn't know how to pull out. Well in theory he did know how to take his dick out of you, but when in the middle of fucking, he just couldn't.
You had talked with him about it a lot of times. You wanted to stop taking the pill, but Rin just wasn't able to pull out in time. His explanation was pathetic. "I can't bring myself to, because it feels too good" His lack of discipline was crazy when you thought about him being an athlete.
But today he would do it. He'd pull out in time, he was determined to do so, until the moment came. You'd already cum, and were now lying there, body sore and pussy pulsing around his dick, when he started to feel it. Rin's manhood started twitching and his hips stuttered. "Shit gonna-" "Pull, out Rinnie", you whispered, tangling his hand with yours.
Rin looked at your face, tears dried on your cheeks, lips swollen and wet and fucked out, then he looked a bit further down, your tits, bouncing with every thrust, bruised and covered in bit marks, a bit lower was your belly, from which a bulge could be seen everytime his fat cock hit against your walls. You were so perfect. He couldn't pull out. His dick had already started spurting ropes of cum into your womb. And honestly? The thought of children ain't seem that bad.
you'll never see it cumming ft. multiple blue lock men
・❥・what "unexpected" kinks do the blue lock men keep to themselves?
ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, isagi
itoshi sae
it's fair play to assume sae is a stone-cold dom who fucks like he plays, precise and efficient and completely without feeling. and whilst that's mostly true nobody sees the validation. the praise kink coming, specifically the way it's directed outward. he doesn't need to hear that he's good. he needs to hear that you are. he wants to watch you come apart while he tells you exactly how well you're taking him, and it's the closest thing to tenderness he lets himself have.
"good girl. just like that. you're doing so well." it comes out low and even, like he's narrating something clinical instead of fucking you senseless, but the words land differently coming from sae. he doesn't say anything he doesn't mean. when he calls you his good girl with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb pressed flat against your clit, it hits like a reward you've been starving for without knowing it.
sae completely unravels if you run your fingers through his hair during sex. not pulling, not rough. just slow, gentle threading through those pink strands while he's stuffed between your thighs. the first time you did it without thinking, he went still for a full three seconds. then he pressed his face into your neck, hips stuttering and he ended up fucking you harder than he ever had before, without a single word of explanation.
he will never bring it up (god forbid his ego). if you mention it afterward he'll give you the most withering look in existence and leave the room. but the next time you're in bed together, his head will drift toward your hand automatically, like an orbit he can't help.
itoshi rin
rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.
"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.
rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.
if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.
size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.
"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."
michael kaiser
this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.
he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.
"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.
kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.
despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.
he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.
seishiro nagi
nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.
nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.
he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.
he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.
during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.
reo mikage
reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.
reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.
"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.
reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.
the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.
yoichi isagi
isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.
as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.
if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.
isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.
"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.
and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.
an: first multi character post ts was so hard but also kinda fun idk man. uhh yeah thats all i got. PLEASE FLOOD MY INBOX </3
your older brother always loved football. since you were kids, he was always on the field chasing a ball, while you were busy breaking records on the running track as an athlete. since he was very talented, international scouts noticed him when he was young. he eventually signed a big professional contract with a famous club in spain. despite the different nationalities, he became best friends with the club’s star player, bunny iglesias. they both worked hard to learn each other's languages so they could communicate easily.
one day during the holidays, your brother came back home from europe. to your surprise, he brought bunny with him because bunny wanted to travel and visit your country.
the moment bunny stepped into your house and saw you, his eyes completely locked onto you. you were just wearing your athletic clothes after a long run, looking fit and beautiful.
“you didn’t tell me that you have a beautiful sister” bunny whispered to your brother never taking his eyes off you.
your brother rolled his eyes and dropped his bags. “because you never asked.”
during his stay at your house, bunny always tried to find a reason to talk to you. whether you were walking to the kitchen or getting ready for track practice, his tall handsome frame would suddenly appear. you were just being polite and friendly because he was your brother’s best friend afterall.
“you run very fast, mi amor” bunny teased you one afternoon while watching you practice in the backyard. “but you cannot run away from me.”
you just laughed, thinking it was a joke but bunny was already falling head over heels for you. over the next few weeks, you two became really close friends.
soon, the world cup started and bunny had to leave to play for spain. because of his amazing skills and his extremely handsome face, he quickly became the favorite player of millions of female fans. tiktok was full of fan edits of him. everyone was curious about his personal life and wanted to know if he had a girlfriend.
one day, fans noticed something strange about bunny's instagram. he only followed his football club, a few players, your brother ... and you.
the internet went crazy. the comments on his photos were full of theories:
“if that is his girlfriend, who are we to stop them? they look beautiful together.”
“wait! she’s an athlete too! look at her track photos!”
"bunny is definitely in love, he likes all her pictures!"
when bunny saw the viral news in his hotel room, he did not get mad. instead, a proud smile appeared on his face.
he absolutely loved the rumors.
bunny called you, he begged you to fly over to watch him play in the world cup. he even paid for your first class plane ticket because he really wanted you there. when you finally arrived and sat in the VIP section next to your brother, the stadium cameras showed your face on the big screen. the internet immediately knew you were the girl from his instagram.
every time bunny scored a goal during the match, he did not just celebrate with his team. the first thing he did was look at your section in the crowd, pointing his finger directly at you with a big, happy smile. you tried to ignore but your heart was beating so fast.
when the match ended and spain won. the stadium was extremely loud, full of screaming fans and camera flashes.
instead of staying on the pitch, bunny ran away from his teammates and the security guards. he ran straight towards your seat. before you could say anything, bunny reached out and gently held your face with his warm hands.
he leaned in and gave you a deep sweet kiss right on your cheek.
the big stadium screens showed the moment clearly to everyone. your eyes went wide with shock and your face turned completely red as you blushed intensely.
bunny pulled back a little, looking at your red face with so much love in his eyes. he completely ignored the loud crowd around you.
“i told you, cariño” bunny whispered, his voice deep and breathless from running. he slid his hand down to lock his fingers tightly with yours. “you cannot run away from me anymore. come to my room later ... let's celebrate this win properly, just the two of us.” he winked.
the door of the hotel suite clicks shut behind you, cutting off the muffled roar of the city and the lingering echoes of the stadium. the air in the room smells of expensive cologne. he doesn't give you a second to breathe. his large hand wrapping around your waist to yank you to his chest.
“finally” he breathes, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your ear. “i thought that game would never end. i could not stop thinking about you in those stands, cariño. every time i looked at you, i wanted to leave the pitch and take you right there.”
you lean back, your breath hitching as you look up at him. his dark eyes are blown wide, pupils swallowing the iris, consumed by a hunger that makes your knees feel like water.
“you're a menace” you whisper, your hands sliding up his chest to grip the fabric of his team jacket. “the whole world just saw you kiss me.”
bunny lets out a short rough laugh, his grip tightening, his fingers digging into the soft curve of your hip.
“let them watch. let them know you belong to me. i’m tired of the rumors, mi amor. i want the truth.”
he crashes his lips onto yours. it isn't a gentle kiss it is a collision. his tongue forces its way past your lips, tasting of mint and adrenaline, sliding against yours in a desperate, wet exchange. you moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his own greedy hunger. he manhandles you, hoisting you up until your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. he carries you toward the bed, his strides purposeful, never breaking the kiss.
he drops you onto the mattress with a soft thud, his heavy frame following immediately, pinning you down. the weight of him is intoxicating, the sheer muscle of a professional athlete pressing you into the sheets. he tears his jacket off, tossing it blindly across the room, and his eyes drop to your athletic gear.
“these clothes” he growls, his hands grasping the hem of your shirt. “they are too tight. i want them gone.”
he pulls the fabric over your head in one fluid motion, leaving you exposed. his gaze lingers on your chest, his breath hitching. he leans down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck. he doesn't just kiss; he sucks, his teeth grazing your skin, claiming you with a deep bruising hickey that you know will be impossible to hide tomorrow.
“bunny” you gasp, arching your back as his hand slides down to the waistband of your leggings.
“shhh” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick. “just feel me.”
he strips you bare with an efficiency that leaves you shivering. he moves down your body, his hands roaming over your thighs, squeezing the firm muscle of your athlete's legs. he settles between your knees, pushing them wide. you watch him, your heart racing, as he dives down.
the first touch of his tongue is a shock hot, wet and precise. he finds your clit instantly, his tongue flicking in a rhythmic, driving motion that makes your hips jerk off the bed. the sound of it fills the quiet room a wet, shlicking noise as he laps at your juices, his tongue delving deep into your folds. you cry out, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer. he doesn't stop, his tongue mimicking the act of sex, sliding in and out of your pussy with a relentless, sliding friction.
“you are so wet for me” he mumbles, pulling back for a second, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your swollen clit. “so beautiful.”
he reaches up, sliding two long fingers inside you. you gasp at the fullness, the way he stretches you. he pumps them in and out, the sound squelching loudly in the silence, his thumb grinding against your clit in a punishingly perfect rhythm. you are shaking, your breath coming in short, jagged sobs of pleasure.
suddenly, he shifts. he grabs your wrist, pinning both your hands above your head with one of his. he flips you over with a sudden, pressing your face into the pillow.
“you think you can run from me, cariño?” he whispers, his voice dropping an octave, dangerous and teasing.
before you can answer, he delivers a sharp, stinging slap to your right butt cheek. the sound cracks through the room like a gunshot. you yelp, the shock sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. he does it again, a second slap that leaves your skin tingling and flushed red.
“you've been teasing me for weeks” he growls, his hand gripping your hip, bruising the skin. “now you pay.”
he reaches for his own clothes, stripping quickly. you feel the heat of him behind you, the hard, thick length of his cock brushing against your backside. he doesn't ease in. he guides himself to your entrance and thrusts forward in one heavy, singular motion.
you scream into the pillow, the sensation of him filling you completely, stretching your walls to the limit. he is massive, a solid pillar of heat that hits your cervix with a blunt force that makes your vision blur. he begins to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin creating a wet, fleshy percussion.
“look at me, mi amor” he commands, pulling your shoulder back so he can see your face.
you turn your head, eyes glazed, seeing the raw intensity in his expression. he is sweating, his muscles rippling with every drive. he reaches around, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing it vigorously as he hammers into you. the friction is intense, the feeling of being completely claimed and overwhelmed by him.
“i love you” he groans, his pace accelerating, becoming frantic. “you are mine. only mine.”
the tension builds until it is unbearable, a coil tightening in your gut. you feel your internal muscles clench around him, pulsing in waves of an intense orgasm. the feeling triggers him, he lets out a guttural roar, his body stiffening. he thrusts one last time, burying himself as deep as possible and you feel the hot, thick explosion of his cum flooding your insides. he fills you completely, spilling over as he holds you tight against him.
he collapses on top of you, breathing heavy and ragged, his skin slick with sweat. as he cuddles into your neck, you subconsciously dig your nails into his broad shoulders, leaving long, red scratches down his back.
he doesn't seem to mind. he just kisses your shoulder, a smug, victorious smile on his lips.
“i told you, mi amor” he whispers, his voice returning to that sweet, spanish lilt. “you cannot run away from me.”
the next morning, you felt a bit guilty when you saw the deep, red scratch marks covering his muscular back. but bunny just laughed it off, proudly kissing your forehead before heading out for his team training.
two days later, spain played another huge match. you were sitting in the VIP section again, watching bunny play like a beast on the field. he scored the winning goal in the final minutes, sending the whole stadium into madness.
as the referee blew the final whistle, the excitement was too much. following the traditional football celebration, bunny gripped the bottom of his jersey and pulled it completely over his head, throwing his shirt into the crowd of roaring fans.
he stood there shirtless, flexing his tanned, muscular physique under the bright stadium lights.
but as he turned around to jog back to his teammates, the giant stadium cameras zoomed in on his bare back. the entire world, on live international television, saw the long, fresh and unmistakable red fingernail scratches running down his broad shoulders.
the stadium went a little quiet for a second, and then the internet immediately exploded.
within minutes, twitter and tiktok were flooded with high definition screenshots of bunny's back. everyone knew exactly what those marks meant. the female fans were screaming online, completely losing their minds.
“oh my god, bunny's back is ruined! someone destroyed him last night!”
“those are definitely fingernail scratches! look at the size of them!”
“we all know who did that ... look at the her sitting in the VIP box right now!”
the camera crew in the stadium, being cheeky, immediately panned the live broadcast camera away from bunny and pointed it straight at you in the VIP seats.
your face instantly burned with the most intense blush of your life. you quickly looked down, trying to hide your face behind your hands but it was too late. the entire world just witnessed the confirmation of your secret night together.
later that evening, back in the quiet safety of his hotel room, bunny was looking at the viral tweets on his phone, laughing loudly. he walked over to where you were sitting on the bed, completely shirtless again, showing off the scratches you gave him.
he crawled onto the bed and pulled you into his lap, trapping you with his strong arms. a wicked, deeply satisfied smirk was dancing on his handsome face.
“look, cariño” bunny whispered in his deep, raspy voice, showing you the phone screen before tossing it away. “the whole world knows you marked me. they know i belong to you now. so ... are you going to finish what you started or do you want to give me some more scratches tonight?”
bestfriend!bunny who'd always been such a great support system to you, you'd never expect him to do or think any wrong!
bestfriend!bunny who'd always hadn't necessarily done wrong, but often found himself ogling your pretty figure as you walked in front of him or admired how tiny you looked beside him in those cute little selfies you'd take.
bestfriend!bunny who'd find himself painfully hard after you'd grazed your delicate hand over his much larger, calloused one.
bestfriend!bunny who'd later use that very hand your pretty fingers lingered on to stroke his aching erection, imagining the warmth his palm emitted as your gummy walls instead.
bestfriend!bunny who'd feel like an absolute pervert after realizing the vivid thought helped him cum loads faster. (no pun intended)
bestfriend!bunny who even after committing such a perverse act, couldn't find himself in the wrong as he cleaned his dirtied hands. he was only appreciating his dearest friend beyond regular norms, so what if others wouldn't understand?
bestfriend!bunnywho comforts you the next day upon finding out you and your crappy boyfriend had argued, silently cursing that asshole under his breath after hearing he'd treated you so terribly.
bestfriend!bunny who openly encourages you to cry in his arms, hushing you as he wiped your tears, large fingers tentatively collecting the salty beads delicately as if you were a porcelain doll he was afraid to break.
bestfriend!bunny who then makes sure you understand your worth, assuring you that you deserve so much better. someone who wouldn't brush aside your feelings without a second thought, someone who truly cherishes every fiber of your being, someone with a bigger dick
bestfriend!bunny then lulls you to sleep between his sturdy arms, instinctively carding his fingers through your luscious hair.
bestfriend!bunny who stifles a cruel grin the next day, hearing you'd broken up with that very same boyfriend.
bestfriend!bunny who shows you the extent of his pride in you for standing up for yourself.
bestfriend!bunnywho's acutely aware he could be the very being who treats you tremendously better.
bestfriend!bunny who'd made his feelings clear on a random tuesday while the both of you sat opposite an array of snacks, binging your favourite series.
boyfriend!bunny who let you know how much he's loved you ever since your first interaction, relishing in the feeling of your warm body pressed against his as the both of you get the chance to cuddle.
boyfriend!bunnywho'd been shamelessly staring at the size difference between the both of you as you sat snug against his broad chest, finding himself growing pathetically hard.
boyfriend!bunny who'd tried to initiate just a kiss to hopefully calm himself down, yet realized soon after it'd only made the situation worse.
boyfriend!bunny who hadn't known how or when the show had been forgotten about, his lips moulding against yours in a sloppy kiss.
boyfriend!bunny who'd tried and failed to calm his hard-on down, now having you pinned beneath him in one swift movement.
boyfriend!bunnywho'd savored every little whimper he'd torn past your lips as he's finally able to push his leaking tip into you.
boyfriend!bunny who takes it slow at first, inserting himself patiently enough for the both of you to feel every inch of the stretch, carefully shushing you as you whine about it being 'too much'.
boyfriend!bunnywho then makes sure to engrave the shape of him deep within you, ensuring his pace is brutal, each quick snap of his hips sending your eyes rolling back in pure euphoria.
boyfriend!bunny who barely tries at hiding his adoration at how tight you're squeezing him.
boyfriend!bunny who pauses every now and then when he notices the perfect little bulge forming in your abdomen whenever he thrusts deep enough, pausing, ruining your long-awaited orgasm simply to point it out, admiring your face of dissatisfaction, your irritated pout only making him harden further in you.
boyfriend!bunny who although would've loved to finish in you, stuff you full of his seed to watch it leak out of your quivering frame, knew he was better than that.
boyfriend!bunnymight be a pervert, but he'd never cross his adorable girlfriend's boundaries! especially not after he'd yearned for you in specific for ages.
or would he?
guess you'd find out the next time he's turned on by the mere size of you again!
a/n: i'm so tired and i wanted to post this way sooner but tumblr has genuinely been playing in my face n glitching so this took muchhh longer than it should've... anyways, i hope you enjoyed (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
─ ˚⊱ ୨ৎ ⊰˚ i heard a rumor that rin gets super sensitive when you suck it..
you kneeled down in between rin’s legs, his hard cock bouncing off his boxer once you took them off. his teal eyes staring at your movement each time— his fingers holding the sheets underneath him, feeling the sensation of him being sensitive already.
his breathing hitched as your tongue licked the tip of his member, precum already coating your taste buds.
"fuck.. right there," he groaned, tossing his head back against the bed frame, black hair fanning out. his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "yeah... right like that..." his hips involuntarily twitched upward, seeking more contact.
your lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling that slick slit while your right hand squeezed his thick base. he cursed sharply in japanese, thighs trembling under your touch. "shit—shit, don't stop—" his grip tightened on your hair, not guiding, just hanging on like he might float away.
the low guttural sounds he made vibrated against your skull.
his rhythm faltered for a moment as you sucked harder, throat constricting around his shaft. his hips jerked uncontrollably, slapping against your face as he rode the sensation.
"wait—wait—" he breathed, gasping out. then his hips locked straight, eyes rolling back as the first burst of cum hit your tongue. his release was intense, back arching off the bed as he emptied himself into your mouth.
legs shaking, he let out a series of muffled curses, completely lost in the moment. his grip on your hair loosened, but his hands remained there, tangling in your locks.
after his cum came a second wave, softer this time, your tongue lapping it up slowly. the taste was saltier, sweeter—his essence now coating your taste buds completely.
"fuck... fuck," he rasped, breathing ragged. "that was..." he couldn't even finish the thought. his body went limp against the sheets, heart pounding, just staring up at you with those teal dazed, grateful eyes.
“one more time..?” you mumbled against his length.
his eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide. he stared at your face buried between his legs, the slick evidence of his pleasure still clinging to your chin.
"more?" he choked out, somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. "you just— i just—" he couldn't even find the words. his hand came up to cover his eyes, embarrassed. "there's literally nothing left to give."
he dropped his head back against the frame, letting out a helpless laugh mixed with a broken moan. "you're fucking impossible..."
he was already trembling, overstimulated and absolutely drained. his cock was twitching softly, limp and sensitive against your lips. but even knowing he couldn't physically cum again, he didn't push you away. he trusted you.
"go ahead..." so you sank back down, lips brushing against his sensitive length. he flinched violently, nearly crying out. just the slightest contact had him squirming— the tip already swollen and leaking pinkish precum from his earlier release.
"ah— fuck, fuck fuck—" he hissed through clenched teeth.
his entire body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. a sharp, broken sob tore from his throat as your lips met the swollen, weeping tip. his hands flew down, fingers tangling desperately in your hair—not to push you away, but just to hold on for dear life.
his cock bucked against your mouth, completely unresponsive to pleasure anymore—just pure, overwhelming sensation. his abs cramped visibly, thighs shaking so hard they were hitting each other.
a pathetic, high-pitched whine escaped him that he would never admit to making. but your lips never stopped. gentle, soft licks over the leaking tip. he was so sensitive he couldn't even function. not even functioning. he was just— whimpering.
his body completely broke down. he couldn't even form words anymore, just a series of pathetic whimpers and broken sobs. his hips were bucking up into your mouth uncontrollably, his limp dick completely uncaring about stimulation—just reacting to the overwhelming sensation.
his back arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent scream as his cock bucked violently against your lips. then came the thin spurts of cum into your mouth.
You sat alone in the nearly empty stadium, bundled in a hoodie as the evening breeze swept through the stands. Rin finished practice without acknowledging anyone, slung his bag over his shoulder, and climbed the steps toward you.
“You’ll catch a cold,” he said flatly.
“I brought a jacket.”
“You aren’t wearing it.”
You looked down sheepishly. “I forgot.”
A sigh escaped him,the kind that sounded annoyed but somehow wasn’t.
Without another word, he pulled off his own team jacket and draped it over your shoulders. It was still warm from practice.
“Rin, you’ll be cold.”
“I’ll survive.”
You smiled to yourself as you slipped your arms through the sleeves. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent and fresh-cut grass.
“You know,” you teased, “this is almost…sweet.”
“It’s practical.”
“Mhm.”
“It’s efficient.”
“Sure.”
“…Stop smiling.”
“I can’t.”
He looked away, the slightest hint of pink dusting the tips of his ears.
The walk home was quiet, just the way Rin preferred it. No forced conversations. No awkward attempts to fill the silence.
Halfway to your house, your fingers brushed against
For a second, you expected him to move away.
Instead, his hand stayed where it was, steady at his side.
He shifted just enough to put himself on the street side of the sidewalk, like it was nothing.
Then, almost reluctantly, his pinky hooked around yours.
A tiny gesture.
A gesture that anyone else would’ve missed.
But to you, it meant everything.
Because Rin Itoshi wasn’t the type to say he cared about you.
He was the type to tug his jacket a little higher on your shoulders when the wind picked up.
The type to walk a half-step slower so you could keep pace.
rin’s unimpressed that you’re drunk, but he didn’t expect it to make you such a romantic — ブルーロック
“riiiinnnieee!” you call out, your voice shaky with liquor.
you toed off your shoes lazily, shutting the front door behind you with a loopy grace. your heart hammered against your chest with every clumsy step you took.
rin leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed with his unamused gaze following your movement.
“rin!” you beam, losing your breath just from seeing him.
you quickly reach over to him to close the space, throwing your arms over around his neck and inhaling his scent.
“you’re drunk. you reek of alcohol,” he muttered, keeping his arms crossed.
“m’not drunk. just so . . . happy to see you,” you murmur contently against him, the vibrations of your purring tone traveling past the fabric of his shirt.
rin stilled, his mind momentarily shutting off from your words. his cheeks betrayed him, fading into a peachy pink. logically this was just the alcohol talking, since you were clearly drunk. but rin couldn’t help but get a little flustered.
“. . . and you smell soooo goooddd. like— all the time.” you paused to slightly pull back from him, looking up at him. “it’s like i’m dating a prince.”
rin’s eyes flickered with every beat of his heart — that had only kept quickening and quickening. with your syrupy tone and heavy-lidded gaze. . . not to mention your words that were as sweet as sugar. . . rin’s face was heating up. and up. and up. . .
“prince . . .” he repeated quietly, hung up on your use of words.
“priiince! and i’m your princess,” you grinned. “we’re in a fairytale!”
“ugh. you’re too sappy,” he groaned.
you reached a hand up, booping his nose with your pointer finger. “d’wanna be anything else. not when you’re here with me.”
rin blinked, his brows tensing and his eyes glittering with a feeling he wasn’t able to describe — maybe handle, either.
“. . . you’re ridiculous,” he muttered.
“‘cause you’re too cute. i can’t even think straight when i look at you,” you giggle.
“m’not cute,” he frowned, offended from your wording.
your grin widened, the corners of your drunken eyes crinkling with amusement. “okay. handsome, then.”
rin’s face slightly relaxed, though a red stain still blanketed his plush skin. he averted his gaze from your face, looking a little over your shoulder.
“whatever. . . thanks.” he paused for a moment. then, he said, although awkwardly, “. . .you’re . . . pretty.”
you smile, leaning more into him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “thank you.”
rin says he’s on a diet, but eats when you feed him
while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.
"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat."
"okay!"
after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red."
"i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets.
when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body.
"yummy?" you asked.
"mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.
it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you.
"baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."
"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food.
rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza."
"ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.
"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied.
you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie."
he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.
"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise."
"alright, i trust you."
(he eats from your spoon of cheat food when you’re distracted)
just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh.
tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc
w.c. 3.7k
a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)
Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou
sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.
it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.
now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.
"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"
he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."
one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.
"gonna cum—sae..."
"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"
he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.
sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.
that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.
"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.
ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.
sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.
"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.
his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.
you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.
sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.
"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.
shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"
"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.
shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."
Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff
nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.
he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.
"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."
you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.
"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.
"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.
one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.
"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.
"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.
the door suddenly burst open.
"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."
reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.
nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.
"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.
he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.
you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.
reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.
"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"
reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.
"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.
nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.
"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"
you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."
he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."
Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro
rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.
his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.
his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.
"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."
"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.
he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.
"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.
you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"
"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.
the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.
your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.
"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."
your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.
right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.
"sae..?" you gasped in horror.
rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.
sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.
for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.
then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.
"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."
he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.
"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.
without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.
"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."
Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira
isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.
this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.
his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.
"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"
you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.
you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.
"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.
you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.
"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."
isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.
"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.
isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.
"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.
you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.
his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.
"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"
right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.
"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"
bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.
isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"
bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.
"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"
he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a second.
isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.
"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.
you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.
you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.
"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.
you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.
"at least you finally got your first blowjob."
isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."
Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis
chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.
his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.
"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.
he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.
"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."
he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.
"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"
he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.
"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.
she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."
you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.
his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"
chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
"it's fine..just leave, please?"
his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."
she rushed out and closed the door behind her.
you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."
chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.
"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"
he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."
"hah—hyo!"
Megruru Bachira — caught by rin
bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.
he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.
"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."
"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.
"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."
his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.
"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.
"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.
your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.
then the door slammed open.
"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.
bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.
"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.
rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."
you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.
bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"
"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."
he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."
