day 9; choking/gagging ꨄ︎ 18+ ;; gender neutral ;; face fucking , rough treatment , gin using your mouth , dont worry it's all with consent , short
kinktober
your eyes were glossy, hunched over til your head was in the lap of gin’s. your voice was already wrecked, throat raw & croaky from the way he’s been constantly using your mouth.
recently, you can tell gin has been pent up. he'd subconsciously bounce his leg, furrow his brows, and even look more clueless than he usually would. ego was for sure putting pressure on your precious boy, more than his body can handle or even process. being the best partner you are, you offered yourself to him.
but you never thought it would be this bad.
the way his hips never faltered when thrusting upwards into your drooling mouth, holding your neck down to the way he desired. every thrust was deep, needy, and almost desperate—as if he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. your hair stuck to your forehead, blurring your vision from seeing the way he was, but you had an idea.
his chest heaving, eyes blown back with his swollen lips parted when gutteral groans left them. his body, red and flushed with every bottled up emotion he was currently dumping into your mouth,
you could hardly breathe, throat flexing and accommodating to his size as you gagged relentlessly. tears streaked down your cheeks. instead of slowing, he groaned low in his chest, the sound so unrestrained.
his hand roamed over your nape, before bringing it into your disheveled hair. he bunched it all up, picking up your head to give you time to breathe. you choked, coughed and practically slobbered all over the place. you got only a gasp of air, before he forced your head back down onto his leaking cock. deeper, greedy for the way your body reacted with trembles and protests against his thighs.
he hissed through his teeths, staring down at the way your cheeks puffed and your tears leaked onto his naked thigh. everything he was worried about before was washed away, clouded with the way your throat tightened and how you;d moan around his legnth so sexily.
he felt the heat in his stomach, bobbing your head up and down. he loved every second. how you did your best to take him all, despite how sore your throat must be just from using you for a few minutes. it was all too intense for him, breath quivering when he felt his release approaching rapidly.
unable to hold back, he forced you to deep throat him til his tip hits the back of your throat and cumming deep into your throat. he let out a long moan, eyes rolling back as he tried to fit more into your mouth. you gagged, back bending when you struggled to breathe and pull off of him.
he groaned loudly, panting your insides white with a brutal grip on your hair. Your ears ringed, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks puffed before you pulled off. you did your best to swallow all of his seed, coughing and panting while lazily grinning at him.
afterwards gin took care of you, fucking you to sleep as all of his worries were milked dry from him.
it started off as a training procedure hosted by ego. gathering thirty-five personally trained managers for all thirty-five players of blue lock. the task assigned was train the players of once they actually do have their own personal managers when becoming the next big thing of japan.
one by one, each professional was given a player. ego called you up next, standing from your seat and stepping towards the table he was at. it wasn't a public announcement. he'd speak to us about the player, give us their profile on paper, and state his expectations by the end of the procedure. it wasn't a good pay, and also a great spot on your resume for future references.
then came actually taking care of gin..
— FIRST MEETING
you werent sure what to exactly expect when you and the thirty-four other managers stepped onto the training ground, although you will admit you're both nervous and excited to meet this new player. anyone would when they're told they're training the upcoming stars of japan.
it took a while to go through his whole report, writing notes on your notepad the ideals you may set on him. what the report didn't include was what kind of personality gin is.
searching across the field for the 6'3" boy, expecting him to be attempting to score a goal, only to see him hanging upside down from the goalpost.
your feet moved on it's own when stepping towards him, though your mind began to reel back through every sentence the report stated. is this normal for him.
the sound of your feet on the grass near him alerted his acute senses, snapping his head towards you. he looked at you up and down before muttering clearly. "are you- the new forest spirit?" he questioned, limbs still tangled in the net.
your lips parted, stammering before admitting, "i'm your new manager." you held the clipboard close to your chest, suddenly feeling a mix of bad anxiety from his first impression on you.
after a while, he managed to untangle from the net and fall onto the ground with a grunt. your eyes widen, gasping softly. you were going to ask him if he was alright, but he stood and brushed the grass off as if nothing happened.
"same thing."
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leading gin to a nearby bench, you held up your clipboard. "i'll be your new manager for a while." you explained exactly how the procedure works, sitting next to him with legs crossed. you went over goals, nutrition, sleep cycle, a whole pr strategy; yet his eyes were totally wondering over the bug crawling on the hard pavement.
clearing your throat, you asked, "any questions?"
it took him a while, but he nodded.
"can i eat the bugs if they have protein?"
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after a few days, i requested a meeting with ego. anri let me in to his office quickly before going back to her task.
"what is it?" he spoke with that tone, it sounded annoyed but really he was just concentrated. "my apologies sir, but was there supposed to be a paper included in the report stating—exactly what i should be expecting from gagamaru as a person?"
this caught his attention, turning away from his computer. it was two weeks before the japan u-20 vs blue lock game, so he was a busy man.
"what's this about?" he turned his chair to you, his lankly legs folded up to his chest. you stammered before responding.
"he asked me if the moon affects corner kicks?"
"yes. that's normal."
"he tried to headbutt a vending machine."
"good instincts."
"he ran off during drills to 'chase wind patterns'."
"you're doing amazing."
you were left stunned. so basically, this behavior from gagamaru was the norm. there was no chasing him into becoming a different person. signing heavily, you nodded. "i understand. thank you." you turned away and left his office.
you leaned against the wall, sighing heavily as you stared down. you didnt want to say gagamaru is a bad person, though he seemed a lot to handle.
you didnt hear the padding of cleats approaching you, gagamaru leaning down to see your solemn expression.
he stood straight, standing next to you before leaning against the wall as well. "i'm not good with.. routines. but if you talk, i'll listen."
it was silent for a while, nodding your head in understanding. standing straight, you looked up at gagamaru, who still managed to be taller despite him leaning against the wall. "you feel safe."
first procedure: gain gagamaru's trust. (may require birdseeds and patience)
— THE ROUTINE VS FOREST MAN
you waited on the field, wearing normal clothing. it was gonna be the first day where gagamaru was gonna have to try out your training routine though you were starting to doubt whether he was actually gonna do it.
the agenda for today's training was simple, especially since you calculated it up to the standard met for gagamaru's ability. it was focused on agility, strength, and concentration.
gagamaru met you by the goal post. shirt inside out, bare foot, hair already wet. you hid your face of both surprise and confusion as you greeted him. "good morning gagamaru, are you ready for today?" you offered a sweet smile, holding up your clipboard.
he stayed silent, his hands placed on his hips. not in a rude demeanor, more of a 'pregnant-lady-tired-of-standing' demeanor. "so first, we're gonna do five sets of 40m cone sprints with controlled pace. then a few quick touches. make sure to stay disciplined okay? have you stretched?"
though, you were met with silence once again. gagamaru was staring at the grass, nibbling the inside of his cheek. then suddenly, he crouched, grabbing sharp grass blades from the floor before throwing it into the air. like he's reading a prophecy.
"the wind says to go east. i'll go that way first."
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after enough persuasion, you managed to get him ready. "ready!?" you called out from afar. he gave you a thumbs up, jumping up and down in preparation. after a while, you blew the whistle.
gagamaru kicks the ball, before rolling it back over the tongue of his cleats you forced him to put on. he kept it there, and with one foot hopped over all the cones you set up to practice dribbling.
then after a while, he turned the other way and ran into the woods. you didnt even stop him, watching him run away. you sighed heavily, sitting down onto the grass. "he's gone. he's literally gone. he's in the wild now.." you mumbled to yourself, looking down and plucking the grass.
after forty-seven seconds later, he came back, covered in leaves. "i dodged seven trees and one squirrel. write that down." he wiped his shirt on his forehead, able to tell from his tone he was excited.
sighing heavily, you pulled out your pen and began to write.
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after a while, you fully understand how difficult it is for gagamaru to stay still. he was rolling over the grass blades, mumbling incoherent lyrics. you pinched your nose bridge, staring at your clipboard.
"okay- gagamaru. look at me. the drills are made to target your weak points. you're very good you just lack—"
"..i have weak points?"
your lips parted, immediate guilt in your eyes. you stammered for the nth time before responding. "no- thats not what i meant-"
though he couldnt stop staring at you with those wide eyes, clear confusion and gloom in those blank pupils. you let out another sigh, running a frustrated and stressed hand through your hair. lowering the clipboard, you spoke. "can you- just run the cone sprint?"
he kept quiet, staring at the cones. he grabbed a cone, plopping it onto his head and ran into the woods.
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by hour four, you gave up. you threw the clipboard like a frisbee, laying on the grass in a fetal position. it's been minutes since gagamaru disappeared. he's been missing for minutes already, finally a free man in the woods.
you heard cleats approaching again, gagamaru picking up the clipboard and placed it next to your body.
"you're fun when you're mad."
then walks off.
please do not plagiarize ;; not proof read ;; i got this idea originally from @couch-potato28 so please show them support especially from their own manager gagamaru fic <3
