Shidou Ryusei pussy slapping you until you cum. He had you sitting beside him, legs folded and spread with his arm over your shoulders. You could hear the breathy laughs that escape his lips when he had it pressed near your ear.
“Nasty girl, aren’t you?” A gravelly laugh leaves him. His palm lands against your pussy again. Your entire body jolts in surprise and the sting that occurs between your legs immediately morphs into pleasure. “Didn’t expect you to be such a freak. But I like that.”
A laugh leaves your lips. “Y-You seriously think you’d end up with someone normal? Please.”
He lands a slap on your pussy once more and you gasp. “Point taken. Now shut up and just cum, okay?”
He lands strike after strike and your body jolts each time. The speed of his strikes grow faster and the vibrations that occur could almost be likened to a vibrator. The heel of his palm lands against your clit each time, stimulating it more and more.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“C’mon, cum for me baby.” He grunts, breathless against your ear and his hands grow faster. “Fucking do it.”
It’s not before long before your whole body tenses as you come undone. Your vision is painted in white for a split second and your body trembles. Faintly, you hear his voice talking you through your high that seems to last for an eternity.
with fins, albedo, lyney, wriothesley, VENTI, thoma, CHILDE, ayato, ifa, heizou (genshin impact), ASHVEIL, mr reca, gallagher, caelus, sampo (honkai: star rail), lighter, WISE, harumasa, manato (zenless zone zero), byakuya togami, rantaro amami, nagito komaeda (danganronpa) AIKU!!!, bunny, kaiser (blue lock), sydney, robin (degrees of lewdity)
contains dubcon, reader is hesitant at first, recording, fingering, missionary, tit slapping, overall its kinda rough but who cares ♡
everyone deserves a boyfriend who loves recording you while you’re having sex. and lucky you, you got just that. he’s not necessarily a big photography guy, but watching one too many erotic videos put the idea of recording his pretty girl riding his cock into his head. “c’mon, pretty, jus’ this once,” he mutters while kissing you stupid, “lemme have something to come back to, ah, wanna see y’r cute pussy all the time.” and you really don’t find it in you to say no, not when he’s rubbing your tits sore and your mind is all hazy. so you nod, and he pounces on you. in the following days, you see him browsing through many camera announcements, trying to find one both practical and efficient in capturing your sex life. once he’s somewhat happy, he wastes no time, or money, and buys it.
the next thing you know, he has you laying on his lap, massaging your clothed cunt as his new camera records each of his moves. “a-ah, f-fuck.. ngh..” your moans fill the room, accompanied by the squelching sounds of your pussy juices squirting out of you, ruining your prettiest pair of underwear. his fingers rub your puffy folds, occasionally brushing over your twitching clit, and he smiles at the sight of the wet patch on your panties. “hear that?,” he groans, “all wet and sloppy because you know you’re bein’ recorded. might as well make u a pretty porn star huh?” you whine, shaking your head. “no? but baby, you’re made for the camera.”
the next scene he records shows you sprawled on your back, face flushed and drool out of your gaping lips, as he fucks his fat cock into your hole. he holds the camera as he rams into you, and he’s having the time of his life switching the focus. he holds the camera near your pussy, all stretched and sore from welcoming his shaft inside you, gripping him so tight he wouldn’t be able to pull out even if he wanted to. your puffy clit his the base of his cock each time he pushes into you, squirt and fluids spilling out and wetting his crotch. he moves the camera, angling it to have a close up of your pretty tits bouncing and swaying with each move. he reaches and pulls and tugs on your nipples, slapping the fat mounds and squeezing them right after.
still, the prettiest sight is undoubtedly your face. oh, how he loves how your gaze wanders off, fucked too deep to think, drunk on his cock as the camera rolls.
your high school sweetheart rensuke kunigami broke things off right after graduation; ten years later, he realizes it was a huge mistake
cw ⋆.˚ smut, exes to lovers, female!reader, angst, brief alcohol use, sae cameo, ren is jealous af, but he's also such a sweetheart ugh, semi public sex, oral (f), dirty talk, teasing, he's a little cocky in bed and i'm folded, nipple play, dry humping, squirting, cum eating, praise, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetheart, baby), big dick kunigami enthusiast, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it uuuup), light choking he's kinda softdom ??, creampie, sweet fluffy ending and he's a little sassy/playful ugh
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“what?”
kunigami stares at the floor, running his palms along his arms anxiously. “i want to break up.”
your throat tightens. “you can’t be serious…”
“i-i’m sorry–”
“what the hell, ren?” you seethe, “after all of the promises that we’d go through college together, get an apartment, start a family… you want to call it quits?”
“i just– i just don’t want to hold myself back from what else is out there,” he frowns.
“so, what you’re saying is i’m in your way?”
“no!” he protests, “that’s not what i mean, i just– fuck,” he runs his fingers through his hair and you’re already crying, tears drenching your puffy cheeks. “i don’t even know what else to say,” he sucks in a breath, “i need space.”
“then we take space, but we don’t have to break up!”
“y/n, please,” his lips quiver, “just let me end this on a good note–”
you scoff. “a good note? ren, that possibility was never an option if you were planning on breaking up with me out of fucking nowhere! there were no warnings, no signs…” you choke on your sobs. “how could– how could you lie to me for all this time?”
“i wasn’t lying!” he raises his voice, then lowers it once you flinch. “i wasn’t lying,” he repeats softer. “i loved you, fuck love you so much, but i can’t do this anymore.”
your voice shakes and falters, “you don’t mean that,” you croak, “y–you just need a few days to think and then everything will be fine–”
“y/n,” he states your name firmer. “please. i want to let this go. let me let this go.”
your heart shatters into a million pieces as you fall to your knees, clutching your chest for dear life because it felt like it had just ended. “ren,” you choke, “ren, wait–”
but he’s already out the front door, tears welling up in his own eyes as he gets into his car to leave. he looks at you and his expression is so devastated. you still can’t wrap your head around the reason why he’s leaving. were you too much? were you not enough? his eyelids are heavy with sadness as he mouths ‘i’m sorry’ to you before backing out of the driveway.
10 years later
kunigami rushes into the conference room, nearly tripping over the threshold and dropping his laptop onto the floor. all eyes jerk in his direction, his face turning crimson from the embarrassment.
“my apologies for being late,” he tries to catch his breath as he bows.
his boss chuckles a bit, “just take a seat, rensuke,” then smiles, “we’ve only just started.”
the meeting is running smoothly, kunigami presenting his strategy to market the company's next product.
but something shifts within him, something cold, as it moves into the second half of the hour. he can’t shake the feeling that something unnerving is about to occur.
“ah, welcome!” his boss greets a small group of bodies at the door, “come in, please.” they start shuffling inside. “team, this is ‘green enterprises’, they will be collaborating with us on the next campaign.”
kunigami’s entire body freezes when the person hidden away in the very back finally steps forward, making themselves visible to everyone.
you.
he could recognize you from a mile away. you still have the same hair, the same eyes– you hardly look any different from all those years ago, just a bit older. wiser. put together.
your gaze catches his in that moment, and your stomach sinks, throat closing as the anxiety begins to rise into your chest. “ren?” you think quietly. “what is he doing here?”
kunigami can barely focus on the rest of the meeting, though he manages to pick up on a few discussion points so he can at least make it seem like he is still actively participating.
he runs into you in kitchen later as you’re sipping a cup of coffee, back resting against the fridge. you stiffen as you lift the mug up to your lips.
“hi,” he says, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, “i didn’t expect–”
“i don’t want to talk to you.” you cut him off.
his mouth stays open, a sickening feeling overwhelming his stomach. “o–okay, sure,” he clears his throat. “right, yeah. i’ll go.”
“thank you.”
the rest of the time working on the campaign seems to go as such, but somehow, you both manage to keep things civil and professional during the work day. it’s only the in-between moments and clocking out that’s tainted with a very obvious, cold tension.
he wants to interact with you, but holds himself back, because he understands; understands why you’re mad, why you presumably want nothing to do with him, especially after he broke your heart all those years ago. he thought about it constantly after that– he still does– but his pride got in the way of him ever attempting to fix things with you, to start over again. after ten years, he figures it’s too late, yet still, that tiny sliver of hope remains.
one afternoon, he finally plucks up the courage to go ask you when you’re free to talk. the worst you could say is no, but at least he would have made his intentions clear.
that plan is killed instantly when he catches you giggling in a hidden corner of the office with one of his coworkers, sae itoshi. red hot sears in his chest as your lips collide, jaw clenching at what he’s witnessing. sae’s hands slide down the curve of your spine to squeeze your ass and you squeal.
“sae!” you whisper, “we can’t do this here!”
“mmm, but why are you tempting me, then, baby?” he purrs, pushing your back against the wall. his fingertips follow the path of your waistband to the front of your jeans and slip through the belt loops. “if you’re quiet, we won’t get caught.”
you slap his arm playfully. “says the guy who screams like he’s being fucking murdered every time i suck his pretty cock.”
sae laughs before closing in on your lips again.
kunagmi knows he shouldn’t be there. he definitely should have already left. but he can’t help it. he feels angry, enraged– like something that belonged to him has been stolen away unfairly.
but you’re not his and he knows that.
so why can’t he get rid of the extreme urge to stomp over there and pull you out of sae’s arms and into his instead?
he barely sleeps that night, the image of you and sae fooling around in the office engraved into his brain.
“fuck!” he curses aloud to himself, “am i seriously too late?”
it’s not until the annual christmas party that he has the opportunity to try and get you alone to talk to you, though, it certainly wasn’t his plan to confront you whilst wasted off his ass.
he watches as you and sae, also drunk as fuck, stumble out of the main office into the hallways of the business complex. they’re empty, sans a security guard here and there, since your company was the only one hosting an event that night.
kunigami slips out a few minutes later, because he doesn’t want to seem suspicious. well, what he was doing already looked as such, but he doesn’t care since the jealousy within him is rising exponentially and cancelling out all of his common sense. he’d witnessed you two getting frisky enough times in the office that he was sick of it.
he turns the corner just as he catches you two slip inside an empty conference room, one-way glass walls preventing him from seeing what’s going on. he didn’t need to in order to know what you both were up to, it wasn’t rocket science to figure out. he can hear the giggles and soft moans rising from your body from where he’s standing outside of the room, his eyes flickering around the corridor to see if anyone from security is nearby. thankfully, the coast is clear.
he carefully approaches the door, but doesn’t open it yet. his hand freezes on the knob as he hears you cry out.
“sae!” you moan, tugging at his hair. “fuck, right there!”
“here, baby?” sae thrums, tongue sliding through your slick folds to collect all your arousal. “god, you’re soaked.”
kunigami isn’t thinking straight as the alcohol fully takes over. he throws the door open, you and sae jumping, startled, quickly shifting your clothing in an attempt to hide what you were just doing. sae’s confused and your face runs pale.
“rensuke?” sae raises his brow, “what are you doing here? how did you–”
“what the fuck?” you hiss at kunigami, interrupting sae’s questions, “get out!”
“no,” kunigami says firmly, “not until we fucking talk.”
“i don’t want to talk to you, asshole! did you not hear me the first time?”
sae’s lost as he slowly backs away. “uh, this seems like something beyond me,” he says, stepping out of the room and closing the door with him. “i’ll see you upstairs later?”
“sae,” you call him, “no, it’s fine, i’m coming back up–”
“like hell you are,” kunigami asserts, “we’re discussing things–”
“we’re fucking drunk, ren, both of us!” you shout, “this is not the time to be having a conversation like this.” you furrow your brows irritably at him, catching the door before it shuts all the way and follow sae back towards the central staircase.
kunigami rests his head against the wall, letting out a dramatic sigh as he squeezes his eyes shut. you’re absolutely right. he hates how much seeing you and sae together bothers him. he hates that he feels the need to fix things immediately at the cost of not spending enough time thinking things through– and in this case, not being sober enough to have a productive conversation.
most of all, he hates that he’s still deeply in love with you.
he needs you.
“damn it,” he grits at himself, “what am i doing?”
kunigami’s surprised when you ask him to spare you some time at lunch to talk about things a few days later. you decide to converse outside. though it’s cold, it means the patio will be barren of others and permit you privacy.
“okay,” you sigh, sitting down on the bench, “you have ten minutes to say what you need to say. that’s all i’m giving you.”
kunigami’s happy that you’ve even giving him any amount of time, so he easily agrees. he takes a seat beside you, then sucks in a deep breath.
“first of all, i want to apologize for how i spoke to you at the party,” he says. “i was aggressive and that was not cool of me at all. you were completely right in that it wasn’t the right time to talk.”
you’re still hesitant sitting there with him, arms crossed as your foot quietly taps on the pavement, but, nonetheless, you’d keep your word and hear him out.
“my whole world flipped when i saw you again recently,” he says, “i never thought you’d come back into my life so soon– maybe ever, with how i treated you, if i’m being honest.” his eyes drop into something like hurt, perhaps disappointment. “seeing you with sae… it pisses me off. i won’t sugarcoat it. i get jealous and possessive and– and it just constantly reminds me of what i’ve lost.”
“that’s not fair,” your voice is quiet, “you didn’t lose me, ren, you left me. it’s not the same thing.”
“i know,” his stomach sinks, “fuck, i–i wish i could turn back time. i wish i would have stayed. being without you all of these years, fuck, it’s been so lonely.”
“why are you telling me all this?” you ask. “you made your decision, and i’ve moved on,” the lie tastes bitter on your tongue, but you’re feeling conflicted, “what do you expect me to say?”
“i don’t– i don’t know…” he chest aches and his mind won’t slow, heart and sound reason pulling him in two different directions. “i was a fucking asshole to leave you back then, especially the way i did it. a stupid teenager with a stupid excuse,” he laughs deflated. “i needed to see what else was out there for me? what did that even mean?” he feels disgusted with himself. “i tried to move on, i really did. i slept with other girls, dated some of them, and none of it lasted, because all i kept thinking about is you.” you dare to look in his direction. “i haven’t stopped thinking about you– about us– since i left that day. i can’t stop imagining our apartment decorated with those cute little plants you love so much and painting the walls your favourite shade of red. i can’t stop picturing your beautiful eyes on our future child. i can’t let go of the fact it kills me to see you with someone that isn’t me.” something unnerving twists inside of your chest right then. “i love you. i never stopped. i need you.” your lips part slightly as you try to process his words. “please, i’m begging you to give me another chance. to show you that i’ve changed. to show you that i won’t walk out on you again.”
you want to believe him. you were both so young back then, of course he would change after all these years. “i… can’t trust you, ren,” you frown, “how do you expect me to do that after how badly you hurt me?”
“i know it won’t be easy and that it will take time,” he says softly, “but i swear to god i’ll make sure every moment with me feels worth it to you that you gave me a second chance.”
you sigh, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. to think. to breathe. to process. you look at him once they’re opened again. “okay,” you exhale, “one chance.”
his eyes light up. “you really mean that?”
you nod. “yes,” you swallow, “because it turns out i’m also a fool for still being in love with you, too.”
sae is aware of you two working things out together, not that it was really any of his business considering you two just hooked up. your relationship was nothing serious. but still, you felt like he deserved to know given you’d been casually sleeping together for a couple of months now.
kunigami uses every ounce of willpower to push down his jealousy– he didn’t want to slip up and lose you again. he had to understand that you in no way owed him anything, that you doing this was a gesture out of the love you still have for him when you could have just easily turned him down and built something with sae. that was still a looming threat in his mind, because you weren’t his yet. he hopes you will be, but that end result isn’t guaranteed. where things stand now, you belong more to sae than him.
things start off quiet and slow. easy. he takes you out for coffee on saturday mornings, and you chat about whatever is weighing on your minds at the time. usually, it ends up in you two venting about political matters, or sharing stupid memes. it was simple, fun, surface-level interactions.
but over time, things began to fall back into place, how things were before you broke up after high school graduation. you started allowing kunigami in more, both physically and emotionally. nothing too crazy, just hugs and cheek kisses before you’d part ways from spending time together. if you were stressed from work or something else in your personal life, you’d send him a text or call to rant about it.
he started inviting you over to his house once a week, of which he’d then cook you dinner and you’d either watch a film together with your own added commentary, or simply sit on the couch and chat about random topics.
it felt comfortingly like the days back in high school where you’d do your homework together after school, then hangout for a few hours before curfew. it was warm. good. safe. the only difference was you both had more life experience now to have harder conversations without excess angst. to not be afraid of any feelings that show up, no matter how big or small.
“ren,” you call him softly, head lying on his shoulder as you both sit on the couch; feeling nostalgic, you’d put on lion king, “i want to ask…” he tilts his head to look at you, offering his attention. “was there something i did back then that made you feel the need to leave? i know you said it was just a matter of you wanting to explore, and as i got older, i understood what you meant, but still. i always wondered if i had scared you away somehow…”
he chuckles lightly. “you could never scare me away, y/n. honestly, the constant pressure of my friends telling me high school relationships never last ate at me alive until i couldn’t take it anymore. i was afraid that they’d be right, that we wouldn’t make it. so i stopped it before it even had the chance to reach that point.”
your heart tugs in that moment, but rather than with frustration for the circumstances back then, it’s with sympathy. “so that’s why,” your mouth forms an o as you think over what he’s told you, “i get it now.”
“it still wasn’t fair to you,” he admits, “i always knew in my heart it didn’t feel right when i ended things, but… i was going insane and didn’t know what else to do.”
“if i were in your shoes, i think i would have done the same thing,” you say empathetically, “i’m grateful the people around me were never discouraging about our relationship, but i can only imagine what that felt like for you.”
“it fucking sucked,” he laughs depreciatively, “thank god i’m no longer friends with any of them. it took me all of college to figure out they were shitty people. so i cut them off.”
“i’m sorry you went through all of that.”
he shrugs. “i can’t really be mad, teenagers are stupid as fuck,” you laugh, “at the same time, though, there’s that part of me that continues to be hurt by them.”
“you’re only human,” you say, “maybe one day it won’t bother you anymore, but you’re under no obligation to forgive them.”
the rest of the night unfolds with deep conversations and opening your hearts to one another as you air out all of the things you wish you’d said all those years ago. you don’t even realize you’ve both fallen asleep until kunigami flinches and bumps your shoulder, causing you to wake. groggily, you open your eyes, slowly sitting back up straight. you peer over and see his head fallen back against the couch, arms crossed; he looks so peaceful, and the soft snores escaping his nose are adorable.
you’re cautious as you rise from the couch, careful not to wake him. you don’t get very far before you hear him call out to you.
“where are you going?” he hums sleepily, lifting his head. you turn and see his eyes are still half-closed, “i was comfortable sleeping like that.”
you giggle. “sorry, ren. i didn’t want to wake you. i needed some water, then i was going to go crash in your room so i wouldn’t bother you. i’m too tired to drive home.”
“you don’t want to sleep with me?” he pouts and it’s the cutest fucking thing you have ever seen in your life. “we can go to my room together, you know.”
your heart is racing. “do you think that’s a good idea?”
“i won’t try anything,” he promises, “not unless you want me to.”
your stomach twists for a moment. you may be half asleep still, but it doesn’t spare your brain from conjuring up images of him fucking you in his bed. “i–i– um,” you’re flustered as you try to decide what to do. you clear your throat, attempting to push the awkwardness away, “yeah, i guess that’s fine. would be more comfortable for the both of us, i think, instead of the couch.”
kunigami lets you borrow one of his large t-shirts to sleep in, and he’s tempted to rip it back off of you the second you enter the bedroom and he sees you in it.
you gently place your glass of water on the nightstand before slipping into the sheets beside him. he’s turned on his side, facing you, one arm buried beneath his pillow whilst the other lays out just a bit in front of his abdomen. he’s looking at you, just breathing in every second of this beautiful moment in time. you were here. with him. just as he’d been wishing for all these years. when your gaze meets his, he smiles and you blush, darting your eyes away from him.
he feels a little sly at that moment. “am i making you nervous?” he coos.
“yes,” you answer honestly, swallowing the lump in your throat. “we haven’t been this close in so long, i’m– i’m nervous, as you said.”
“i can turn the other way if you want,” he offers, though he doesn’t want to have to do that.
“no,” you rebuttal quickly, “you can stay how you are.”
he smiles. “okay.”
the room goes quiet. all you can hear is the thumping of your heart in your chest and your loud thoughts that want you to pull him close and kiss him hard on the mouth. god, you don’t remember your attraction being this strong back in the day. perhaps absence really does make the heart grow fonder. ten years is a long time to grow fondly of someone.
he’s looking at you and swears his heart’s about to stop. you up close, in his bed, tired eyes and cherry lips looking so kissable made him want to explode. you weren’t feeling much different, the knot in your stomach growing exponentially the more your gazes met. he looks so gentle, so full of affection for you, and with the shape of his arms and perfectly structured face tempting you to touch them, your heart is doing a thousand somersaults.
still, neither of you move.
until you gain the confidence to speak up. “ren,” you huff out a whisper. his heart leaps from the rasp in your tone. “i want… i want you. right now,” you confess.
he blinks at you a few times, trying to process what you had just told him. he thinks he’s hearing things, because he didn’t expect you to say that. he was fully expecting to keep his hands to himself the entire night. “you mean– you want to have sex?”
you let out a light snort with the way he asks you, almost sounding like a person who just learned what sex even was. “yes,” you smile, “i want to feel you close to me. make up for lost time.” he inhales sharply. “i need you, rensuke.”
he hasn’t heard you use his full first name for so long that he’s instantly hard. you bite your lip, noticing the tent hidden beneath the blanket. he follows your eyes down to his hips and sighs.
“fuck, sorry. i haven’t slept with anyone in, like, three years.”
you laugh, then scoot your body closer. “no need to apologize,” you say, “i haven’t fucked in a while, either.”
kunigami looks confused. “but, you and sae, i thought–”
your lips slightly part when you come to the realization. “i’m not gonna lie,” you chuckle, “being here with you made me completely forget about him.”
something flips in kunigami with those words. that fact that you forgot about someone you fucked less than a month ago just because you were in his presence? god, he could come just from that knowledge. either sae was easily forgettable, or kunigami was just that impressive.
now, he felt like he had something to prove.
you’re pinned beneath him, his searing kiss ripping the air right from your lungs as he slides his tongue into your mouth, lifting one of your legs around his waist. his warm, calloused fingers brush against your cheek and jaw as he sucks on your tongue, slowly thrusting his clothed core against yours. a small whimper escapes your throat as he sinks further into your body. he feels your hardened nipples poke him through the t-shirt and he moans into your mouth.
“shit,” he mutters, “already getting hard for me?”
“you make it sound like i have a dick,” you joke.
he bites down on your bottom lip as he chuckles in response and you release a whine. his hands slide up beneath your clothing, and he drags them across your erect nipples. he pinches and pulls at them playfully as he ruts into you again, catching your groan in his throat.
“feels good?” he thrums, slowly moving his head towards the lower half of your body. you nod. once he reaches the hem of the t-shirt, he pulls it up and over your head with his teeth, leaving you in nothing but your red lace panties. he sucks in a breath, eyes flickering over every inch of your beautiful body. “holy fuck,” he exhales, “you’re so goddamn beautiful.” his lips and tongue are all over your torso as his fingers gently loop around the bands of your underwear. he tugs them down and off of your ankles swiftly as his tongue swipes across your hipbone.
“f–fuck,” you huff, already clenching.
“i’ve barely done anything,” he laughs, though looking smug. “i guess sae really didn’t do it for you, huh?”
you roll your eyes, but admit that he’s right. “he wasn’t bad, just… average.”
“hm,” kunigami pursues his lips just as they hover over your exposed sex. “i can certainly be better than average.”
“oh, yeah?” you taunt, looking down at him. god, he looked so pretty like this, eyes glazed over like he has been waiting his entire life just to fucking taste you. “let’s see if your claim holds up, then.”
he blows a puff of air across your slick folds and you shiver. “challenge accepted.” his tongue flattens on your clit immediately and you cry, hands instantly flying to grip his hair. he’s messy with it, slurping sloppily as the sticky mix of his saliva and your arousal drips down his chin and your ass. you slowly thrust against his mouth, loud, panting breaths falling past your lips with each one. “mmmm’so sweet,” he hums into your folds, kitten-licking your sensitive nub. “needed this so bad. for years. needed you. f–fuck.”
he can sense you’re getting close, picking up his pace as you begin to ride his tongue pathetically, aching for release. “s–shit, ren,” you choke, “feels so fucking– ah, god– good, i’m so c– hic– close!”
he groans as his lips cup your clit over and over again, “can feel it, sweetheart,” shaking his head back and forth aggressively with small, calculated circles of his tongue. “let go for me.”
your chest is beginning to heave, toes curling, as he gives you one final lick to send you over the edge. “ah– fuck!” you scream, back arching as you decorate his pretty face with your cum. you’re shuddering against him, legs shaking as he swallows every drop, helping you ride out your high with steadily slowing sucks. he gently releases you with a pop, sitting up to remove his clothing whilst watching your trembling body come to still.
“was that good?” he checks in with you.
“so good,” you smile blissfully.
“i figured.” he teases.
you playfully hit him with a soft kick to his stomach and he laughs. “someone’s arrogant.”
“i think i have the right to be,” he purrs, positioning his body over you. fuck, he’s huge. the look in his eye is dangerous, like he’s preparing to completely devour you. he’s a lion and you’re his prey. “i just made you squirt and soak the damn sheets.” he leans down and kisses your lips delicately before sliding his tongue across them and your jaw. you whimper, “and i think what i plan to do next will also be proof enough.”
he grabs your ankles abruptly and repositions you, throwing your legs over his shoulders. you let out a small yelp as your body jerks forward.
his blown-out pupils search yours as he pumps himself a few times, spits in his hand, then rubs it into your folds. you gasp, eyelashes daring to flutter shut.
“you ready?” he asks, mushroom tip prodding teasingly at your entrance. you nod and bite your lip, and he wastes no time, sliding into your slick cunt with ease. uneven breaths spill from his mouth as he bottoms you out, your walls already tightening around him. “j–jesus,” he huffs, “are trying to make me come already?”
“no,” you laugh, eyes rolling backwards with an elated sigh as he starts to move. “mph’fuck!”
he’s slow at first, savouring this perfect moment, feeling every inch of your syrupy hole. the quiet smacks of his pelvis against your ass synchronizes with his grunts as he pistons into you. “god, you’re so fucking warm, baby,” he shudders, one hand squeezing your ankle whilst the other drops to grip your waist. “fuck, you feel incredible.”
“k–keep going,” you whine, head pressing back further into the pillows, “fuck, you’re so big.”
“mmm’sorry,” he gasps as you clench around him again and his cock twitches, “you’re doing great, baby, taking me so well.” he brings his hips up then slams them back down into you hard and deep. you cry out, nails digging into the sheets. “this pussy’s fucking made for me.”
he quickly becomes lost in how you feel, how beautiful you look underneath him as he gives you everything, sliding into you with so much love and passion. your limbs fall slack as his pace grows relentless, filthy sounds of skin against skin growing louder with each flick of his leaky length. his prominent vein glides across your sweet spot and you scream, body squirming along the mattress whilst his thick cock hits it over and over again.
“fuck, ren!” you mewl, jaw wide open, face twitching, “gonna– fucking hell, right there– ngh– come–”
“wait for me, baby,” he gasps, unable to hold himself back from being animalistic as your squelching pussy begins to wetten more and more with each unforgiving thrust. “you can wait for me, right?” he drops his hand from your ankle down to your neck, squeezing as his eyes roll violently. “fuck, fuck,” he growls, leaning forward to push your legs back even further, his creamy cock filling up every nook and crevice of your sweet, dripping hole, “can feel you so fucking deep, shit– i don’t wanna stop– fuck– but i–i can– barely hold on–,” his throat cracks into a raspy groan, “–too fucking good.”
“p–please,” you whimper, sliding your hand between your bodies to reach your clit, “need your cum, ren,” you beg, “need to come with you.”
“yeah, you want me to stuff this pretty fucking cunt full of my seed? that what my dirty girl needs?”
“god, yes– shit!” you choke as his tip kisses your cervix, “fuck, fill me up, baby, please fucking– ah, ah– give it to me!”
kunigami tightens his fingers around your throat as he shoves his cock deep into your tummy, ungodly moans and cries unbridledly escaping from your chests as you both let go, hot white ropes of milky, creamy cum stuffing you to the hilt as your sweet nectar pours out your hole. he lifts himself up enough to watch your releases drip out of you, him throwing his head back in ecstasy as he feels you squeeze his thick cock repeatedly whilst riding out your orgasm.
“fuck, gonna make me come again if you keep squeezing me like that,” he huffs, hips stuttering into you. “want me to fill you some more?”
“please, please,” you whine, sliding your sensitive hole along his length desperately, “n–need more. need more of your cum!”
his thighs shake violently as he releases again, short, ardent thrusts into your perfect hole being sure to fuck himself dry as bolts of electricity shoot through his veins. “jesus fucking christ,” he chokes, shaky breaths falling from his lips as he sends one final, deep thrust into your cunt before coming to a still.
he lets out a loud exhale as he collapses forward onto your chest, you carefully dropping your legs off of his shoulders. his arms slide underneath your back as he flips you both over, resting you on top of him. he still hasn’t pulled out, just wanting to feel your warm slick all over his cock.
you curl into him, hands sliding up to caress his head. “you feel okay?” you ask him.
“yeah,” he smiles, completely dazed. “you?”
you nod. “yeah.”
the next morning is quiet and comforting. kunigami’s back is turned towards you as you awake, sleepy eyes peering at capacious muscles spreading across his skin. you smile contentedly, shifting closer to wrap your arms around him. he shifts slightly, the cutest little hum escaping his mouth. your lips press against his shoulder, and he finally stirs awake. he lazily flips over to face you.
“morning,” he coos, without opening his eyes.
“morning,” you repeat, fingertips grazing his sides.
he smiles blissfully right before gently fluttering his lids. “want some breakfast?” he asks tiredly.
“you woke up three seconds ago.”
he chuckles, letting out a yawn with a big stretch. “but i want to make you something.”
you think for a moment. “pancakes?”
“didn’t take you for such a basic bitch,” he teases.
you tsk, nudging him with your arm. “i’ll just make my own breakfast, then.”
he laughs, squeezing you tighter against him before you have a chance to escape, burying his face into your hair that still smells vaguely of your floral shampoo.
when you two do eventually get out of bed, you prepare breakfast together, turning it into a joint affair. eating together is joyous, too, the conversations seemingly flowing effortlessly. truly, it’s as if you two were never apart in the first place.
“do you– do you want to be my girlfriend?” kunigami asks, taking a sip of his orange juice. “i don’t know if a month of us hanging out casually is enough to convince you i’ve changed, but,” he sighs, “i can’t help how i feel. i love you so much and i never want to be without you again.”
your smile is warm and reassuring. “yeah,” you say, “i’d like that.” you stand up from the chair across from where he’s seated and shuffle over to him. you place a sweet kiss on his cheek and whisper, “i love you, rensuke. i never stopped, either.”
Summary: Seems like your boyfriend can’t contain no more his desire for you. Even when he’s in the middle of a game. "I’m gonna take such good care of you."
Tag/Warning: Explicit language, suggestive content, WAG, crossposted on TikTok. Not proofread.
a/n: Im so ashamed by this one so I decided I’m not the author. It appeared in my drafts just like that shitty Argentina win.
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Chris ⋆˚꩜｡
"And it’s a goal from the world number two, Chris Prince!"
The whole stadium erupted, cheering wildly for the prodigy with the most perfect physique on the pitch.
Clapping alongside the crowd for your boyfriend, you watched him celebrate his goal with his teammates, every camera in the stadium trained on the player who had opened the scoring just a minute after kickoff.
Before every single game you attended, he would always tell you he gave it a hundred times more just because you were in the stands, eyes fixed on him.
He had way too often told you this, but you always thought it was just empty flattery, a tricky way to boost his confidence even more.
But no, that’s just how he was, and he wanted to remind you of it.
Sitting a few meters from the corner flag, you were taken by surprise when you saw him running toward you, a big smile plastered on his face.
You hated knowing what he was about to do, how this huge grin was full of lustfulness.
With disconcerting ease, he jumped over the advertising boards to literally leap on top of you, thanking god for that railing that kept him to lay you down on the seats.
The stares of the fans surrounding you were just as intense as the heat emanating from his body, his sweaty arms curled around your neck.
"Told ya’ I played better when you’re there."
Kissing your cheek again and again, you giggled under such attention, amused by how excited them fans cheered behind you two.
"Alright, I believe you now. But I think you should go back-"
He pulled you toward him, much closer than necessary, his burning lips against your ear.
And for a moment, time stood still, noise faded away, and it was just him and you in a stadium filled to the brim.
The way his breath echoed in the crook of your ear.
The way his body pressed against yours.
The way his words were about to be lewd.
"Once I’m done, I’ll take such good care of you. You gonna experience how my opponents get fucked when I'm on the field."
You were dumbfounded, truly.
How could he have been so at ease saying those words when cameras from all over the world were watching him?
Yet, in such situations he couldn’t care less, wanting for this said world to know you were about to get treated right tonight.
"If I score a hat trick before halftime, we’ll have a blast for the last 45’ of the game without me setting foot on the field."
And without even waiting for an answer, he turned away from you to head back out onto the pitch, glancing back over his shoulder one last time to catch that look of astonishment on your face.
It goes without saying that he scored five goals that night and was absent from the second half of the match without any explanation.
Noa ⋆˚꩜｡
Calculated.
Precise.
Clean.
His shot was perfectly executed, flying deep into the net.
Noa wasn't the type to celebrate with great fanfare; often contenting himself to simply signal to his team to keep their momentum going.
Even so, sometimes he would stand in front of the ultras' stands, their drums reverberating across the field where he stood.
Chanting his name, their voices satisfied him, but not enough.
Sitting on the bench, you waited for the coach to give his instructions for the rest of the game, your eyes fixed on the club’s star player.
Taking your eyes off the field for just a second to ask for the play call, you didn’t expect to see Noa behind the white line.
"Your goal was perfect, as always!" He truly was the only one player to whom you could say such things.
And maybe, ever since you realized he played a little better when you praised him, you haven't been shy about giving him compliments.
As you handed him your water bottle, you could never have imagined that he would pull you by the arm to draw you toward him… very close to him.
"Noa? What are you doing? They are looking at us-"
It’s not that your relation was taboo or anything—like some forbidden romance between an assistant coach and his player—but rather that Noa was a private person.
As if playing time had been suspended, you saw shock climbing up to the face of every one on the sidelines.
A bit of an exaggeration for some of them, perhaps, but understandable given the circumstances.
"Keep your praise for the bedroom, you gonna’ need them."
He whispered in the crook of your ear, his raspy voice unsettling to hear in such circumstances.
"What you see on the pitch is nothing compared to how hard I'm going to work to take care of you."
You've never loved stadium announcers quite as much as you did now, their voices drowning out your boyfriend's dirty talk.
"Alright, Noa I think you should go back-"
"No, not until the whole stadium realizes that you're in for a treat. Tu comprends?"
It was hard not to give in when he started speaking in French, his voice sounding even more lecherous.
Snatching that bottle from your hand, he drank without taking his eyes off you, tossed it God knows where, and returned to the field as the referee signaled the restart of the game.
Of course, that night ended up already far into the morning, the celebration of his victory taking its sweet time.
Snuffy ⋆˚꩜｡
When the star of the club scores, the whole city trembles under the supporters’ cheers.
So did you, amazed at how they held dear your husband in their hearts, chanting his name as he opened his arms to the crowd, daring them to scream louder.
"The fourth goal of the game is indeed scored by Snuffy again! Who can stop him tonight? It's unbelievable!"
He was on a roll tonight, never missing a chance to give you looks that made your head spin.
The rumor that he went above and beyond when his wife was in the stands was once again hammered home tonight.
And, seemingly unsatisfied by how loud their chants resonated, he wanted to celebrate his achievements with you too.
Stepping over the billboard, he rushed toward you. The fans reached out toward the player, hoping and praying that he would brush even lightly their hands.
But no, he had only one thing on his mind: you.
Finally reaching you, he wrapped his arms around your figure, hand 'accidentally' slipping down to the small of your back.
"So, my hat trick? I hope you haven’t forgotten about my gift."
Of course he hadn't forgotten it.
A gift you had suggested as a joke, without really meaning it. A silly game to find out if the rumours were true.
Well, now it seemed he really wanted it.
"I really hope so, love. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’m already imagining how good I’m gonna take care of you."
He whispered for you only to hear, his fingers clenching a bit tighter around your waist.
Landing a kiss in the crook of your neck, you stood motionless, frozen at the thought that the people around you might hear his lewd words.
"Don’t worry, we’ll see for that-" You tried to get out of this whole mess your dirty words had caused.
"You have no idea how much I'm dying to feel your body against mine," your heart hammered strangely good within your chest. "But don’t worry, I'm going to skip the press conference—I hate waiting when you're the only thing on my mind."
Offering you one last kiss, he stepped away, running back to the pitch.
Immediately scoring a goal once the game resumed.
Maybe promising him the world wasn't such a bad idea after all; observing him give it his all was kind of exciting.
And that excitement didn't fade once the game was over.
Lavinho ⋆˚꩜｡
If Lavinho don’t want to, he certainly will not play at the top of his game, simply making passes when necessary.
Yet, every now and then he played as if his life depended on it, racking up goals and assists.
Yet, this little game happened to coincide with your visits to the stadium.
When he knew full well that your eyes were watching his every move.
He was a show-off, the kind of guy who goes all out only when women are watching him and whispering compliments.
"Lavinho is offering us the performance of the year tonight! Who can stop him?!"
Scoring his second goal of the match within five minutes, the fans set off smoke bombs, engulfing the players in a cloud of smoke that added to the excitement of the celebration.
Taking advantage of this camouflage, he didn't waste a single second rushing toward your section, knowing exactly where to find you.
You were surprised to see him emerge from the smoke, a big smile plastered on his face.
A lustful sparkle gleaming in the back of his eyes you couldn’t ignore.
Cupping your face in his hands, he kissed you over and over again, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.
"So, love, do we still think I'm only good half the time?"
Maybe was he a little too eager to prove you wrong, his kisses quickly sliding down to your neck, his hands a bit too wandering on your lower back.
"Alright, I get that you’re the best player now!"
He giggled breathlessly, looking up at you with that expression of wonder.
As if holding something as important as the World Cup trophy.
"This game is so boring. I really want you. Like, right now."
And there you go—it took him less than a minute to slip up, whispering his somewhat urgent desires to you.
"Lavinho, Gosh. Your media training is terrible-"
"Want to meet me in the locker room at halftime? I really can't wait ‘till the end of the game to take care of you."
A somewhat interesting invitation, one you definitely couldn’t refuse.
"We gotta be quick, but don’t worry we’ll resume after the end of the game."
Kissing your lips one last time, he returned to the pitch, the fog slowly drifting away.
And when the teams returned from halftime, puzzled glances were exchanged.
Everyone wondering why Lavinho seemed even more out of breath than he had been before the break.
[CHAPTER TWENTY TWO SLEEPING BEAUTY ] once upon a time, a brave knight, destined to marry someone she’d never met, says fuck it and plans to reap the rewards of saving the prince from eternal slumber. without realising that he’s already awake… ( 8.8K ).
✧ chapter contents - minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters in their 20s, sleeping beauty!au, somnophilia, hold the moan, overstimulation, cockwarming, dacryphilia, outer-course, handjobs, blowjobs, pussyjobs, free use, dub con, cumplay, creampies, not beta read, knight + fem!reader, aurora!seishiro nagi.
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you hardly remember the day that prince nagi was born — despite most definitely being there for the ceremony that commemorated it. at the time, you were hardly out of your own leading strings, still babbling dumbly and clinging to your mother’s garments whenever someone poked their nose in your face. obviously far too young to remember the curse placed on him by that wicked witch maleficent.
prince seishiro nagi was beloved by all and affection for him was widespread throughout the kingdom. he was born deep into the night, at a time where the sky had been painted with deep blue and midnight hues, with hair as silky and pale as the silver moon and eyes like the glittering starry sky. so they said. at least that’s what your been told. while present at the time, you would hardly know — you were too young to remember how he looked nor the very moment you were promised to him as a baby yourself.
from the moment you were born, your fate was signed away before your very first breath and once you arrived and took two steps you were instantly reared to become prince seishiro’s future wife. to help join two kingdoms in harmonious union. from the moment you could talk, you’d spent your entire life training to become the wife of a man you hardly knew. there were lessons in perfect posture, dainty dancing and simple sewing. not to mention how to serve a king and please a husband — who apparently had unnatural beauty, the softest voice and the kindest of hearts. outside of nagi, you hadn’t a single hobby or interest that didn’t concern him, solely born and bred for his best interest. how were you supposed to know if any of those spoken traits were really true and not just word of mouth when nobody had any idea where the prince actually was.
rumour had it, that the silver haired royal had been whisked away to the woods to be raised by the very fairies that blessed him — with hopes of avoiding maleficent’s malevolent curse in which seishiro was destined to prick his finger on a poisoned spinning wheel by age twenty three. in an attempt to undo the wicked spell, the fairies had combined their magic and made it so that only a true love's kiss would be able to wake up their beloved prince. which soon became your duty, by the time you came of age too.
since then, and for twenty two years after, there was not a peep from the prince — to his people and his kingdom, he’d practically vanished overnight, becoming one with the moon and stars they prayed to each night. holding out hope for his return to the throne.
in turn, you had no idea when your duty would come to fruition. maleficent's thunderous mountain, shrouded in a thick layer of green, jealous smog that was sure to suck the life from any innocent soul still raged on — meaning her curse hadn’t come true. she still hadn’t found the prince. no one had.
no one except for you.
unknowingly, you’d met nagi humming amongst pointed shrubbery and wild flowers deep in the forest — absentmindedly complaining about tne berries he was forced to forage for his uncles back home. for you, it was instant, as though an invisible force had drawn you two him like the the two poles of a magnet. prince seishiro was a sight to behold, even before you knew who he was, the timbre trill of his voice filled you with a wave of unfamiliar butterflies that battled their way into your throat — trapping your voice. his eyes were an enchanting pool of riches, frightened of your presence at first, but filled with stripes of silver you were sure had to be stolen from the moon.
for you, it was love at first sight. a powerful urge to be near him building up in your lungs like fluid in a sick person. you were sure he felt the same — the emotion obvious in the way he tentatively touched you as you talked about nothing and everything at all. the way he swooped down to your height to listen to tales of land and fortune he could only have dreamed of.
in those hours that you spent alone together; pressed into one another’s side’s amongst intertwined tree branches like two lovers' limbs after a night of improper passion — you’d felt the most seen you had in all your life. for the first time in forever, someone saw you as more than just a bargaining chip or a trophy to be paraded around royal courts in honour of union. someone saw you as a whole, read your story from start to finish and still wanted to know more. you weren’t just a knight made to save a prince. to nagi, you were so much more.
and to you, nagi was a breath of fresh air — someone who craved a more exciting life rather than being banished to a life of greenery and foliage. despite his charming air of laziness and naivety, he expressed to you a burning sense of eager deep within. it was innocent, inquisitive but nagi’s thoughts called out to you like the bird song of two mates. the worlds you came from were different, clearly, but you just made sense to one another.
but back then, in those quiet moment with your head on his shoulder and nothing but the sound of oak leaves swaying in the gentle summer breeze — you’d had no idea that the silver haired stranger was just prince seishiro living under a different name. you thought him a commoner and he thought you a random huntress on a horse. no one had any idea that he was the crown prince, that he’d been snuck back into the castle on the day of his twenty third birthday to regain his title and his crown… only to be lulled by the cruel call of a sinister stranger shortly — pricking his finger just like maleficent had planned.
you were meant to marry. you were supposed to go back for seishiro and run away together, live apart from the expectations bestowed upon you as children. unfortunately, you wouldn’t find out until returned to the spot where you’d first met him, and were met with the face of the villain herself. instead of your lover. that’s when you realised the gravity of it all. who seishiro was. who you were meant to be.
deep down, you knew this was a love too sacred to pass by, and with the white haired prince counting on you — you would do everything in your power to save him. save the prince and the kingdom from sleeping soundly for the next one hundred years.
with the help of the fairies who raised nagi, you were able to take down the terrible maleficent — grateful that your parents had at least made you handy with a sword. through the flames of the beast above you, you wielded your weapon with a strength and bravery that would go down into the history books of lands far and wide. killing maleficent in the form of the dragon had been no easy feat but you fought, with screaming muscles and a bloody face — fulfilling the duty you had been born to do. trained to do. for nagi and for your kingdom.
the difference was, this time, you were doing all of this for love. not just for honour.
after winning the flaming battle, you staggered your way through the kingdom despite your burns and free bleeding wounds, making your way up to the tower where your silver-moon haired lover slept. part of you felt envious of the slumbering kingdom, the eternal rest they had slipped under while your body burned and ached with every step that you took… but as soon as you laid eyes on your handsome prince — sleeping like a fallen angel crowned by scattered lights. the glinting particles of dust forming a shining halo over his sleep the steel hair.
the beat of your heart quickens as you approach the bed tucked deep within his quarters — rivalling the speed of the finest royal race horse and the world completely falls away until the all that remains are you and seishiro. your prince. your love. even while he sleeps, he’s unfairly handsome, grey lashes dusted with starlight just barely brushing the apples of his milky-toned cheeks, his hair curls against his forehead and his lips, rose-tinted, part with each gentle exhale his body takes to keep him alive. without even thinking, your finger trails the slopes and contours of nagi’s delicate features, brushing over his Cupid’s bow that seems damp with the condensation of his warm breaths. the sensation stokes a fire within you while your mind wanders to less than pleasant thoughts.
how would his lips feel if you were to kiss him? how would they taste? how would seishiro kiss you back? the questions swirl around in the calcium cage of your skull like a storm untapped, fuelled by the remnants of adrenaline that simmers in your veins from the fight. it would be wrong, to do what you’re thinking of doing — to press your lips to the seam of his and run your tongue every inch in his hot mouth, behind his teeth and over his own pink muscle. maybe even to cup his throat and feel every breath he takes. it would be so wrong… and yet, your moral compass and previous duties seem to be out of working order, thus, losing the war the flickering desirous flame within you. one that rivals the breath of the dragon slaid outside.
no one would really care if you were to have the way with the crown prince. after all, you would need to be rewarded for your self sacrifice and service to the kingdom that could have very well been burned to the ground if it hadn’t been for your bravery. you deserved this, you deserved him and the chance to appease your growing appetite for the sleeping beauty before you. right now, there were no barriers… no servants and squires and maids or men to tell you what was proper of a knight or of a promised woman, and there certainly weren’t any barriers to the body of the silver haired prince. without any blankets, there wasn’t much to stop you from trailing a hand over seishiro’s clothed stomach and over the hills of his princely dress pants.
your fingertips grazed the taut muscles of his thick thighs as you teased yourself. teased the slumbering royalty. daring tug at the belt loops and thick leather her bound his trousers to his unfairly slender waist. with your lip caught between the sharp edge of your teeth, you unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants inch by inch, a tidal wave of goosebumps erupting over the surface of your body like freshly plucked chicken skin as you reveal more and more of his milky, toned flesh. he’s smooth all over, blueish veins apparent as they spiral underneath his skin, but nagi is just as soft as you remember, as warm brushing up against you as he was the day you first met in the woods.
saliva spreads across your tongue like a sheet of rain during a storm or a flash flood when his undergarments come down with the hem of his trousers, revealing a snow white path of pubic hair that curls prettily against his pelvis. there’s a craving for more that sloshes into the dips and deficits of your brain, like a dark haze that shrouds your brain in nothing but lust — so you act on the feeling, pulling more and more fabric away from seishiro’s most intimate parts until his cock, half hard and already leaking, is able to spring free.
the sleeping beauty’s breath hitches and catches on the edges of his throat as his hard-on first hits the cool air shrouding his chambers. whatever preconceived notion you’d had of the prince’s body beforehand is quickly tossed away when you finally set your sights on his girth — he is as long as he is thick, chubby against the softness of his tummy with a pink tip that already oozes a thick stream of cream caused by the ghost of your touch over him. a warmth spreads through your entire body, an urge to taste him washing over you in a poor attempt to cool your need down. if you taste him, would that be part of your reward? would it matter to anyone if you put your mouth on the prince while he innocently slept… especially after you’d saved everyone?
you still cannot find it within yourself to care.
perhaps the wounds maleficent inflicted upon you have left traces of her bad energy, for you continue to disregard your own morals and good intentions by crawling onto nagi’s bed ( careful with your movements while he shifts in his slumber ) and you keep your touch tender when taking him into your hold, the supple pads of your fingers wrapping around the length of the prince’s shaft while you smooth the pad of your thumb into the slit on his cockhead. rubbing the precum into it sweetly. now up close and personal with his most intimate parts, you’re able to catch the scent of nagi… which only worsens your hunger for him. he smells so good, the musky scent of his arousal almost sending your eyes into the back of your skull — acting like fumes of a pretty wildflower in the forest you once met.
it hypnotises you, takes over your every thought and action in the heat of the moment. every sensation you once felt is now heightened by your own arousal, the feeling of your tongue behind your teeth and the silken sheets against your knees and the blistering temperature of seishirou’s girth in your palm. adjusting your grip on him to something more firm, soft little hands dwarfed by the sheer size and thickness of him, and accidentally pull a tiny moan from your sleeping lover. any trepidation mingling with the air in your lungs is quickly eradicated once you finally give in, flicking your tongue over the cream gathering at nagi’s mushroomed cockhead that burns a painful shade of deep red.
opening your mouth, you take seishiro down your throat as though it’s the easiest thing in the world, your tongue flexing against the bluish purple forked veins that spiral down his heavy shaft. all you want to do is make him harder, feel the blood rush from his slumbering brain to his balls so you can take him properly, elsewhere, later on. what doesn’t fit past the seams of your chapped lips, you continue to palm, setting a steady pace to the rhythm of your hands jerking the silver-haired prince off. its slick and easy, aided by the thick globs of precum that spill over your knuckles and sink into the lines in your palms — seishiro may be asleep, but his body reacts, hips bucking into your closed fist while he squeaks and sighs lazily.
his head remains tacked to the pillow tucked behind it, starlight locks splayed out across the cooling silk fabric — perfectly tousled despite being slightly out of place as he writhes under the sinful prison of your hot, wet mouth. even you have to moan as you sink down on him, his heavy and pulsating balls meeting your chin while your nose nudges the prickliness of his happy trail. if he were awake, you wonder if nagi would be the type to coax you through giving him head — soft whimpers glossed in his lips while those moonshine grey eyes hold your gaze. or would he push your head down on him and fuck your mouth lazily as though it were another hole to fill with his cum.
part of you wants to rouse him right now, with the kiss of true love the fairies said would work on him, but only to hear how much louder he’d cry and moan for you. you want to hear how the Prince would praise you for taking him so well, slurping the early seed from his tip and hollowing your perfect pudgy cheeks as you gargle him down your eager throat. your imagination runs ahead of your actions as you bob your head faster and faster without regard for your lover sleeping soundly above you lewd slurping sounds echo throughout the room as you picture him looking down at you with flushed cheeks and lidded moonlit eyes — coaxing you to take more of him.
the heat between your thighs returns, an unbearable searing ache pulsating through your clit as blood carrying lust and other happy hormones shoot straight to it. in one swift motion, you shove a single hand past the waistband of your own pants and undergarments to toy with the sensitive bud, smearing whatever remained of his precum and pre-release against your awaiting cunt. your eyes flutter shut at the taste and heaviness of nagi on your tongue, his viscous arousal flowing down your throat in saltine waves. the flavour was addictive and you found yourself bobbing your head faster, and faster — matching it to the pace at which you stroked your own sticky slit.
lavishly, you run your tongue back and forth over the opening of seishiro’s bulbous cockhead, humming happily around his thick shaft when he involuntarily bucks into the hellish fire of your mouth — it makes your heart swell to know that his body is reacting to you and you alone, how it could very well be this way for the rest of your lives. while you hump your own fingers, their tips pruning with how wet you are as you circle your clit, the sleepy beauty’s balls batter your chin as his taut hips thrust upwards instinctively to chase your dripping tongue and mouth.
drool pours from the corners of it, just as you leak against the seat of your panties — your juices hot and viscous while you finger fuck yourself and get off to the sensation of blowing the sleepy prince while he rests. everything is so sloppy, so messy and wet and you can’t help but to spit down on nagi as his dick swells against your tongue, the frothy mixture clinging to the prominent blood flushed veins that sprinkle from the tip down to his base.
your release sneaks up on you like a silent figure in the night; hiding from the moonlight and a dirty moan slips from between your lips as you let go of your lover with a lewd pop, your jaw aches deliciously and your tongue is sore from running circles over his tip — as is your wrist from being down your pants to bully shapes into your clit but you don’t mind the pain, it’s all worth it to make yourself feel good. to make nagi feel good so you can use him later on, turning him from a prince into a sex doll. dopamine continues to spark across your brain as you switch from sucking to jerking nagi off, keeping the rhythm of your slick palm wrapped around him in tune with the one that rolls your clit between your fingertips and pinches your swollen folds.
you don’t last much longer, not when you’re able to watch the moonlit prince fall apart above you even when the depths of sleep cling to the fine lines of his soul. the last remaining thread of your sanity snaps before you’re cumming against your own digits, gushing through the gusset of your panties and straight through the layer or your pants — even while you shiver and shake from the force of your own orgasm, you manage to find a the mobility to tap nagi’s cockhead lewdly against your pink tongue, grinning with an open mouth as his own orgasm rips through his unconscious form.
warm and viscous seed paints a pretty picture against your strawberry tastebuds as it spurts copiously from his ravaged, fully erect cock. even hitting the back of your throat.
but it’s not enough, it’s still not enough. a fire of desire still burns bright inside of you and nagi is still as hard as a rock in your hand. so you don’t see a point in stopping, not when you still want him and he clearly still wants you.
in a whirlwind of fabric, you quickly abandon the lower half of your clothes — even though your legs are violently shaking and there’s a fizz in your brain that makes your vision go blurry from your orgasm, you find the strength to clamber into the prince’s lap and straddle him. a pulse of excitement runs through you as your bare ass meet his half dressed thighs and you set your palms flat against his chest to steady yourself above him. you’re barely able to contain the wavering moan that rumbles in the back of your throat as seishiro’s erection jumps against your sluice sex, as if coaxing you to lower yourself down onto him.
without an air of guilt, you do just that; indulging your sleeping lover’s underlying plea as you slip a hand between your temperate bodies to position his creamy cock at your weeping entrance — you run it back and forth over your slit a few times whilst holding back a quivering hiss, letting him dip in and out of your unused hole. you can’t help but squeak adorably when you start to rock your hips down, sucking him in and stretching over the thick circumference of his tip. you even manage to clench down on seishiro, trapping him inside with each inch you manage to take.
your head hangs low and you steady yourself against nagi again; nails forming pink crescent moons against his pearlescent skin because you’re not sure how much of this burn you can take. he’s so big, yet his cock is so helpless against your sticky walls — it’ll take a lot of work just to reach the hilt. “oh, fuck,” you whimper to yourself quietly, not wanting to be caught taking advantage of the kingdom’s slumbering royalty. you try to stablwlisw your breathing, hold onto your sanity by only fucking yourself over his tip because right now… it’s all you can manage. getting used delicious stretch to your pussy and the resistance of your hole as nagi slips into your tightness.
in order to ground yourself, you press yourself against the moonlit prince until you’re both chest to chest — allowing your body to relax against is as you slide further down his cock. and, with this change in position, you easily dot feather light kisses from the pale skin, unmarked skin of seishiro’s neck up to his jawline — licking the light layer of perspiration that added diamonds to his skin. his pulse is slow, languid under your lips, just as the rise and fall of his chest is. nagi still sound asleep as you bathed his cock in all of your syrupy wetness. eventually, you reach his lips and hardly hesitate in kissing them, lapping over the seam of them with your tongue as if you’re asking for entrance when you don’t really need to.
not when his body is so willing to give into you, even while seishiro rests.
you swear you feel his lips twitch apart against your own, parting specifically for you to pour your withering moans into him and breathe life into his unconscious soul — your tongue licks at his, relishing in the flavour and slight sweetness to his mouth, letting it distract you from the twinge between your thighs as you finally seat yourself on his girth fully; breeders balls nestled comfortably against the curve of your ass. a feeling of content washes over you, feeling the chubbiness of his girth press hotly against your ribbed walls that catch on his prominent veins there.
panting lightly, a ripple of desire is the next sensation that you feel, experimentally clenching around the prince below you — bottoming out as your cunt drools down on him. somehow, you find the strength in your thighs to lift your hips and thrust back down, a wet slap bouncing off of all four walls in response. it’s insane how tight, warm and wet you are — how thick, heavy and nagi is, constantly pressed up against your g-spot before you’ve really even moved. you splutter and hiccup as you begin the slow bounce of your hips and allow yourself the grace to accommodate for your sleeping lover’s size, his bright red and possibly overstimulated cockhead nudging feverishly against the pleasure spots that decorate your temperate silken walls.
“…gods,” comes your shaky voice, trapped behind the prison of your teeth in a weak attempt to hold in your moans. “s-seishiro, f-feel so good…” though you speak to no one in particular, using the sound of your own wailing voice to get yourself, you can feel the white-haired royal underneath you buck upwards as though he wants to fuck you back — driven by tired strings of lust and desire as though he’s a puppet on a set of strings for your own pleasure. collapsing forward, you nestle your head underneath his chin so that the only part of your body moving is your hips working up and down on nagi’s pulsating cock at break-neck speeds. in this position, your murky breaths of exertion coast over his pearlescent skin and your eyes grow misty at the perfect angle. your stream of thrusts are constant like a rushing river, allowing his bulbous leaky tip to barrage into your sex and pull squelching, lewd noises from your poor pussy.
you’re already so sensitive, it’d be a miracle if you last much longer riding your lover like this and to your heart’s content. slumped over him, chewing on your chapped lips to hide the debauched noises that slosh over your tongue and are churned up in your mouth with the drool there. it’s pathetic, really, but your mind is too hazy and high on the drug of ecstasy to care. to pacify yourself and the growing fire that burns the butterflies in your tummy, you switch from bouncing on his fat girth to grinding against it, dancing with your partner in a sensual sticky grind where only you are able to lead. every stroke of his cock within your sluice, pulsating walls makes it harder for you to keep quiet or keep still — the bed creaking beneath the weight of your movement becomes a loud wail and harmonises perfectly with the tune or skin slapping on skin and your pathetic bleats of bliss.
sweat from the exertion of pounding your mound down on the curve of his cock begins to bead at your hairline, pearling in opaque orbs that form your own halo. one that belongs to a fallen angel. it drips down the side of your face onto the prince below you, another way that you mark him, just as your juices do — droplets of it trailing down his shaft, balls and even his ass. if someone were to walk in now, they’d set their sights on an obscene display of sin, their perfect prince defiled by his knight to be, but you don’t care, your mind and exhausted limbs buzzing with wanton. you’ll use him until cum, claim your prize and work your selfish pussy over him until you know every constellation by heart because of how many times you’ve used seishiro to make yourself see stars.
every sensation overwhelms you, the creamy and tackiness to his cock between your slicked up thighs and the pressure of his purpling cockhead as it digs disgustingly against your g-spot in the most perfect of ways because you clench down on him every now and again. static rings loud in your ears that burn with both shame and lechery for taking advantage of your sleeping lover, the notes from the tune your fat pussy pap-pap-papping as it connects with stitchers of nagi’s bare flesh has a tingling sensation spreading under your skin too. even when he bucks instinctively into you, your entire body jolts in response because there’s no greater relief than knowing that you are yearned for… even within the clutches of unconsciousness.
when nagi whimpers in his sleep, you have to bite his shoulder — keeping your wailing mouth occupied even if you’ll leave teeth marks against him in place. someone could hear the way you beg him to fuck you, muffling yourself as you whisper dirty fantasies to yourself and split your swollen nether lips open on his drippy dick. you’re not sure if that is a good or bad thing to want, to be heard. “f-fuck me sei… p-please my prince,” everything feels so depraved and so wrong, while you whine sweetly against saltine skin. however, you don’t see yourself stopping — not until you can no longer feel your legs from riding him and your cunt aches from cumming so hard. “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
the back and forth of your sluice sex over nagi’s lap tampers with your system, sending orgasmic shockwaves down your spine and happy hormones into your bloodstream. you alternate, once more peeling your soaked thighs away from his and lift your fluttering entrance higher and higher up his shaft until there’s barely an inch of the white haired royal left inside of you. the emptiness makes you miss him, a choked sob weaving its way like a vine through the gaps in your ribs as it claws its way out of your throat. it’s a shuddering noise that you suppress by locking lips with seishiro again, wet on the seam of them as you lift your head to kiss him.
“i wanna cum, nagi!”
the words are just about to melt in his mouth but…
…but euphoria is quick to slip into your veins like a welcomed chill on a hot day when nagi suddenly rouses from his slumber — following a natural compulsion to snap his hips upwards with a powerful force and filling you in one fluid motion. he’s awake. one of his hands, extremely strong and veiny and firm takes you by surprise as it clamps down on the back of your neck so that he can keep you in place too. it was almost as if he was chasing the snugness of your oozing, squelchy mound. an incredulous gasp drifts warmly from your mouth and condenses in nagi’s, for a second you worry that he might push you off and yell for help… but recognition registers on the slope of his handsome features.
he’s awake…how long has seishiro been awake?
moonlight lashes flutter against your face from your proximity and murky grey eyes, littered with exhaustion between their flecks, light up with a sprinkling of hearts as then open to look at you. slowly but surely their gaze drifts downwards, honing in on the point at which his milky cock repeatedly disappears into your puffy pussy, the glaze of your essence on his rock hard cock and clinging to his pubes put on display.
groaning hoarsely and deeply, nagi’s freehand shoots down to the bouncing flesh of your ass without a lick of hesitation and pulls you the rest of the way down his pulsing girth. then up again. then back down — giving him all of the control to pummel your pussy to the high heavens. hard and fast. “i thought… thought you wanted to cum,” the moonlit prince mumbles, voice still puppeteered by the last strings of sleep. “don’t make it a hassle by holding back now… fuck your self down on my cock ‘n cum…”
he’s awake… how much of this has seishiro been awake for?
nagi builds up a formidable momentum inside of you, dragging his seedy tip along your ravaged walls, shocking for someone who had essentially just woken up from a curse of eternal slumber. he doesn’t seem to mind that you’ve been using him like a toy for your own sexual desires, but how could he? not when you’re dousing him in your sweet nectar, slapping your soaked sex down on him and squeezing his aching shaft just like that. how can a man, no less a prince, whine about waking up to such a good fuck?
all you can do is reply with a high pitched squeal, your body jerking and jolting on top of nagi as you struggle to keep up with thrusts. “come now, don’t make me do all of the work,” white starts to froth at the base of his cock, bubbling up while it streaks over your ruined pussy lips and clit. “after all, you started this… took advantage of me while i slept. s’only fair, angel,” he adds nonchalantly and makes you gush unbelievable amounts of arousal at the condescending air about his words.
he’s awake and now seishiro wants you to cum for him.
you do try your very best to do as nagi says, selfishly squeezing down on him and locking his precum bleeding tip inside your gummy walls, but your hips fumble their rhythm as soon as he looks up at you — sweaty hair splayed out in the sheets like an angel, lips parted in both curiosity and awe, cock bulging in your lower stomach. you’re choking the life out of seishiro and he likes it, feeling like he’s been rewarded for just being a pretty prince.
all you want is for him to make you scream and squirt — your clit smears against his pelvis while you buck down on him feverishly. he barely lets you lift of his erection at this point. “‘m close… s-seishiro, please! c-can’t…”
it’s the first time you’ve spoken his name directly to him since your love-at-first-sight encounter in the woods and it flips a switch in the peaceful prince of the night. “y-yeah you can, angel. of course you can…” with a breathy, almost whiny moan, seishiro uses his newfound energy to assault your cunt with a barrage of wild thrusts. jackhammering into you, jerking you about on his throbbing length, coated in a milky mix of your shared arousals. “had no problem… fixing yourself on my cock before. ‘m sure you can make yourself cum on it now that i’m here to help,” he adds through gritted teeth, never letting up on his incredible speed. “shouldn’t be a hassle.”
that’s all you really need to hear before you’re thrown into the deep end, the dark abyss of the night. while the ropes in your tummy unravel and unwind, the tune of sinful sex reaches its final crescendo and the world around you fades away as you’re thrown over the edge and temporarily black out — you practically squirt in an aggressive, clear stream and renders you a cum soaked mess in the prince’s lap. he forces your head into the junction between his neck and jaw, utilising his hold on you to help muffle the scream that burns at the sore edges of your voice as you cum for him. practically drowning nagi in everything you have to give.
as if chasing something, your lover speeds up his thrusts, trying to make sure he isn’t left behind while you cum for him. growls and grunts spill over his lips, nagi’s pink tongue darting out the flavour you’d left on him as he slept. he buries himself deep inside of you, lunging into that one special spot nestled deep within your walls so that he can prolong your release — working hard even though he was just roused from what seemed like an eternal night.
the aftershocks of your high and heavenly spasms of your hole around nagi simply aren’t enough to satisfy him however — whatever remains of an orgasm he had coming fade away like embers of a dying flame while you come down. in fact, before you can even collapse on the white haired royal fully, he uses a strength you were unaware that he possessed to immediately flip you onto your back — manhandling you into the position he desires most. your thighs pushed together, knees pushed into your chest and him… towering over you menacingly.
only now do you realise how… large seishiro is. how much more dominant he is over you. how it may have been a mistake to think you could steal pleasure from him while he slept as a personal reward and not expect consequence. or at least a consequence you might enjoy too. “such a waste,” he comments groggily, pulling his cream soaked cock from its home within your pretty pussy with a hiss. using one hand, nagi grabs at his ravaged shaft and taps it against the swell of your thighs pushed together. “how can you use me like that…and still fail to make me cum? i’ll have to do it myself. what a bother, angel.”
your breath catches in your throat, indicating your surprise. “seishiro…w-wait,” you plead, lips parting in a quiet moan at every squeeze of your flesh and tug of hips to get your body into place. you don’t even know what you’re asking for or why you’re asking him to stop, you still don’t care about the consequences. all you want is for the sleeping beauty above you to fall apart, to hear your name on the tip of his tongue, to feel him cum wherever that may be. “‘m sorry…i-i didn’t know you were awake!”
“don’t care darlin’,” seishiro’s breathy words hang between the pearliness of his teeth, shaggy hair tickling the skin on your calves as he positions them over his shoulders instead of in the air. “don’t r’member much… just my finger gettin’ pricked ‘n then you… using me. on top of me…” his cock makes a home between your plush thighs, pushing back and forth against the flesh to relieve his painfully hard erection. the action itself paints the canvas of your body with remainders of your arousal and essence — thick stringy globs of white forming tracks against soft skin. “f-fuck angel, you put in all this work to make yourself cum using me… now it’s my turn.”
eyes that mirror the silver light of the moon flutter shut and nagi’s nose judges against your ankle — lips grazing the pointed bone and in their wake leave a trail of inflamed bites from where he leaves his mark on you, hoping that they’ll be present on the morning to remind you of who you belong to. his pink tongue peeks out to lick, loll over and soorje what he nips at, but the wet sensation doesn’t distract from curious finger tips that dance their way down and pinch your arousal soaked, fat folds together. neediness streams into your tone as you whimper out for more and your hips arch up to chase the feeling.
in response a lazy grin twitches at the corner of your prince’s mouth, playing with the tackiness your cunt leaves against his hand before he spreads it over his bright red tip as lube. “quit squirming angel, s’too much of a bother to keep you pinned down,” seishiro then adjusts his knees on the bed and his hips begin to brutally rut into you, dragging his sloppy length back and forth, back and forth through the makeshift pocket pussy he’s made out of your quivering limbs. his precum loaded tip prods at the softness of your tummy and earns you a symphony of high pitched moans and heaving pants, harmonised with heavy balls slapping wetly against your clit over and over again. to the point where you fear you may be overcome with another orgasm all too soon.
being used like this, it feels humiliating, shame burns like paper held to a flame underneath the surface of your skin and tears begin to sting in your lower lash line as your entire body jolts up the bed — nagi throwing you about like a rag while he plunges his hips against your doughy thighs. his stamina impresses you too, but you find it hard to dwell on how quickly your lover was able to be riled up after rising from the constraints of an all powerful curse. you don’t mind the aching pulse to your untouched pussy when you get to watch nagi hang over you and hungrily hump your shaky legs — his usually kind eyes are swamped with darkness of lust the back of his pupil practically eclipsing the grey colour.
his head darkens at the roots from how much he’s sweating, droplets crowning his head and running down his back like water on a glass windowpane. he’s a sight to behold, he makes your holes drool and mouth water, the both of you completely wrecked by a little thigh fucking and humping. between his merciless pace and the creaks from the bed, nagi jams a veiny hand between the sensual bump and grind of your bodies to grasp at his thick, temperate shaft — pulling it down to run through the entire length of your slippery before tapping it greedily against your puffy clit and snack between your thighs.
the sweet squeak you release has the prince repeating his action over and over, blood rushing through the purpling veins that spiral down his chubby cock. you’re the perfect sticky little fleshlight for him to fuck, to hold and love, and he hisses, jutting his hips forward in order to chase the euphoria coursing for his veins like the next best drug — all while he pounds your thighs to the starry heavens and back.
juicy, wet sounds fill the room to the brim, a concert and performance of moans and whimpers to match and accompany nagi pounding away at your thighs, grinding against your sex. the white haired man leaks copious amounts of precum, milky like his hair and loose from his sore and sensitive rouge tip, that can’t stop weeping, oozing. his arousal makes each of his movements easier and more fluid, slipping and sliding between your legs and just grazing your sobbing mound. this way; you’re reminded of the sheet sheer size of your lover from the woods — be throbs, swollen and fat with an oncoming orgasm, with the seed that weighs down his balls that swing with each rut of his hips.
a hearty sob escapes you each time they press against you, dragging over your clit that begs for attention. the visage of your prince above you — flushed at the cheeks ( if they’ve been kissed by the petals of a rose), white brows knitted together st the centre of his forehead while ruby lined lips appear bitten and bruised — begins to blur from your saltine tears. you can no longer hold back, raw and rough desire washing away your ability to control your body and your voice.
the way you cry wracks your body with the case of the shakes because of the wild whines resounding from deep within seishiro’s hard chest. each sound makes your cunt quiver, your juices darkening the sheets below and clinging to his snow while pubes, all the while, the prince ravishes you pulling you apart molecule by molecule before he pieces you back together with just a lazy shape drawn against your hardening clit.
“w-what a waste of tears, i thought you wanted to use me,” nagi stutters out, breath condescending against your ankles. it makes him pulse between your thighs, knowing that he’s the one able to reduce you to a mess of cum and tears — even if you did half the work for him while he slept soundly. the fact that you threaten to break, still holding onto your inhibitions and desperate moans, only serves to make home rut his creamy cock against you faster. “you should give it up angel, m-much less of a hassle if you give into me.”
and with that, seishiro leans down to kiss you, his swiftness akin to a starved man. he manhandles your thighs to sit either side of his unfairly slender waist, granting him the room to swoop down until you’re chest to chest — his wide, large frame hiding your shaky one away from the world underneath him as his teeth sink into your bottom lip. he licks into your mouth as you open up with a shy mewl, devious tongue wrapping itself around your own as he tastes himself there. “thank you for waking me up, angel,” spit slings between your eager mouths, movements a little out of sync and languid since they’re so driven by a raw passion that simmers underneath the sleepy fog clouding the prince’s brain. “wakin’ me up to do this,”
he settles back on his haunches after coming up for air, laughing tiredly at the pout on your lips from the loss of contact.
but now that you’re spread eagle with your cunt drooling openly on the bed and glistening under the moon’s light — the white haired royal angles his hips just right, shuddering from head to toe as his sex soiled girth slots between your swollen folds perfectly. his bulbous tip peeks out against your clit and he circles it against you, desperate to hear you wail like the wind again. “feels so good against you, s’not fair how good you feel,” he says under his stuttering breath, using a thumb and forefinger to spread your pussy lips apart — groaning at the strings of clear slick that tie them together. ““later on, when i’ve got more energy, i’m going to fuck this pretty hole. make sure i really have my turn.” nagi promises and swallows thickly at the raunchy sight of you, viscous drops of your treacle like nectar running over your slit and down to your puckered asshole.
you’re grateful for his touch, the friction you’re about to receive… but you miss seishiro’s lips and his tongue so deep in your mouth he might as well have been fucking it too. why do you miss those luscious lips? because they keep you quiet, muffle your embarrassingly high moans and withering screams of pleasure, cover up your glass shattering cries that accompany your teary face. he’s so heavy and raw against you, grinding his shaft that shoots tiny spirts of precum onto your cunt while you match his rhythm — it’s a wonder why you’re crying right now. not to mention the rounds of overstimulation he’s put you through.
“you were so quiet before, angel, what happened?” a condescending tone fills out the weight in nagi’s voice, punctuated by the harsh lunges of his hips forwards as he smothers his girth in the juicy offerings from your folds. part of the prince wants to selfishly keep you writhing against his hot and heavy dick for all of eternity, adoring the way you bleat and cry for him through bleary Bambi eyes. hes sure you wouldn’t mind it either, but he’s too far gone to keep edging you both forever. “does it feel that good? so fucking good that you can’t help but whine and whimper for me… s’too much of hassle to hold back, angel. go one, cry pretty f’me, pretty girl…”
you burst into tears, letting your emotions overwhelm you. “feels so, so good, my prince,” you slur back as that familiar twinge of pleasure begins to rapidly mount within your tummy once more — throwing an avid, heated look his way. “s-sei, ‘m close,” one of your shaky hands take purchase in the silvery roots of his hair while the other grasps him shoulder so that you have the leverage to grind into him — rocking your hips in a fluid motion like a boat on rapid waves. sanity slips away from you under nagi, his energy completely unmatched as you struggle to keep up with his pace. the way he chases your sweltering, souse sex with the speed of the kingdom’s finest race horse. he pushes forward when you pull back and it goes both ways — one moment can’t happen without the other.
nagi simpers above you, smirking lazily as he pushes back the sweaty snowy white roots of his hair — drinking in the sight of you. “that so? you’re close? wanna feel it’s, s’too much effort to have you hold it…not when you sound so wet…” both of you move with increased vigour the closer you get to cloud nine, seishiro cooing to you like over the crude sound of your sexes slipping over each other. “…y’should be embarrassed, yanno,” he presses against you, whimpering happily at the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest with each thrust, his breath hot against the tips of your ears and weakly grinds against you clit now — his own orgasm on the horizon. “taking advantage of me like that. using me. s’naughty princess. such a hassle.”
he tucks his face against your neck, teeth grazing over the skin while he listens out for your hiccuped sobs and heaving chest — you’re so loud when you’re close and it pleases nagi. he can’t stop tapping your clit and nipping at your flesh — desperate to hear how much louder you can get without holding back. a gargled gasp from you has his cock twitching and threatening to burst with release, while the condescending gripes that vibrate in his chest shoot straight to you’re swollen clit.
listening to you cry and settling his greyed gaze on your puffy eyes is more than enough for nagi to cum, the string of his own sanity snapping as you scream for him. “you look like you’re about to cum, angel,” he purrs lowly, panting between each word. “mmmh, don’t you think i deserve to go first? fuuuuck i’m close…so close. do you want it inside? i won’t ruin the bed that way… wont need to clean it up…” seishiro rambles over the spit pooling pathetically on his tongue, bucking faster and harder against your slippery cunt with each syllable he manages to get out. “…wanna put it inside you as you cum.”
you barely have it in you to respond and you can hardly make sense of it all, brain running a mile a minute. the feeling of your orgasm twists in your lower stomach, stacking painfully in your pelvis at a rapid pace you can’t even comprehend. “yes…! want it inside, gods yes!” you sigh out, voice rising several octaves. “want you inside!”
though it’s entirely selfish of you to make demands in the moment, after how you so sinfully used the sleeping prince as your prize — nagi relents, slipping the delicious curve of his cock past your puckered, fluttering entrance just as he reaches his peak. it makes him shake as though the gods have stepped down from the heavens and set foot on earth and he really can’t help it, how much he cums. there's so much of it, white hot seed that spews into you hotly, so pent up from all the pleasure you’d given him while he slept. his heavy load pulses against your sensitive, ribbed walls and sticks — lubing up your insides while he pushes his milky cock deeper into your bare cunt.
“f-fuck!” the white haired prince curses loud enough to rouse his loyal subjects within a ten mile radius with one final swing of his hips. “f-fuck angel… gods!” strings of opaque seed tie the veins on his shaft to your precious hole and as he twitches with the last spurts of his orgasm — your own high is triggered.
white flashes behind your eyes and the dam breaks for the third and final time — your release trickles out of you in small waves and you let out a borderline pornographic moan. nagi hums happily at the feeling of you squirting around him, Essen e clinging to his pubic hair too.
for a second or two, seishiro relishes in the way you convulse around him, giving you a moment to calm down while he pacifies your high pitched squeals with gentle kisses along the side of your head. you’re still quivering when he collapses on top of you exhausted — neither of you having the capacity to speak properly. “d-don’t move… jus’ lay here with me,” he murmurs, tripping on his words. “‘m tired… don’t wanna move,”
you hardly have the strength to deny seishiro or push him off, snuggling into him as the pair of you roll onto your sides. “you’re tired… you almost slept for an eternity!” a laugh escapes you in reply.
“and guess who woke me up and made me work to cum. s’on you not me. fair is fair.” nagi quips back, burying his face into your neck.
you suppose that he has a point, nuzzling him from below as the two of you drift off without the fear of never waking up, of succumbing to lifelong sleep — content, happy and fucked out by your sleeping beauty.
Recently, after Teddy was announced, I found myself wondering how absurd some of the character names sound. It's typical of Japanese naming culture, but I highly doubt that the manga artist would choose names for foreign characters in such a stupid way, and then it dawned on me. Abbreviations and nicknames - that's what it is, but if with the others it was easy, then in the case of Bunny I was a little confused, but in time I came across like-minded people on this issue. Among them, I found a really cool analysis of this person: mmm_wish and I really want to share and translate it for you. So, here we go.
Bunny Iglesias already has a pretty telling name. His appearance generally matches it as well, red eyes, light-colored hair, and, of course, his incredible jumping ability. However, I think his full name is actually something different and carries an additional meaning.
The surname Iglesias translates to "church" or "of the church" and is a fairly common Spanish surname. Because of that, I think Bunny's real first name could mean something along the lines of "crowned by the church" or "crowned from above."
This would fit nicely with the meanings behind the names of the other New Generation players. For example:- Michael Kaiser - "a ruler like God.", Don Lorenzo - "a ruler crowned with laurels.", Sae Itoshi - "a skillful master of threads.", Theodore "Teddy" Knight - "God-given knight."
I'm not sure whether this will ever be confirmed, but I lean toward the idea that "Bunny" is just a nickname or a shortened version of his real name, similar to the Brazilian footballer "Kaká", whose real name is Ricardo.
Personally, I think his full name is Esteban, while Bunny is simply the nickname everyone calls him.
Esteban is a popular masculine name of Spanish origin.
Its meaning is "crown," "wreath," or "the crowned one."
The name ultimately derives from the Ancient Greek name Stephanos (Στέφανος).
You didn't even know how you even pulled the supposedly best striker in the world. Yeah, you were done for when Noel Noa had made you explore the city of Paris for a first date after pining after you for months now. He definitely didn't ask his teammates on advice.. definetly.
You giggled at him once again, walking around the city of love. How romantic, you thought for a bit. Your palm grazed his big palm, looking over the scenery from your now balcony. You both reached home a few minutes ago.
"Love?" His deep sulky voice called out to you. Tilting your head just enough to meet his golden gaze, he looked straight down. "Are you ready yet?" He whispered. Blunt and straightforward..
"Ready for–" "Love making." He was always vocal with you, even about his desires for you. Words caught up in your throat, as a light brush crept around your ears. "Now..?" He just clutched your palm even more. "Yes. Now."
Shittt–! You looked down at him. He was three fingers deep in you already, curling both his index and middle finger. He pressed on the spongy spot that made you wail. Honestly, he didn't knew how long he'd been yearning for you to squirm.
"My cock isn't even inside you yet, mon coeur..?" You've recently found out, he dirty talks in french even if you had no idea what he was even chanting in your ear. Praises– insults..? Too dumb on his fingers to even knew.
"You're too big.. that's why!" You tried to reason with the white-haired man, he couldn't help but groan at how you've been clenching. "Mmm.. stretched you for so long.. you've.. gotta be ready.." He groaned, leaning you down to a missionary position.
Your palms had been tugging at his white buttoned up shirt, well half buttoned now. He'd been stopping his advances, only wanting your first time climaxing on him first. "No, no, wait I'm so close..!"
He finally pulled out, your slick walls even gripping at his fingertips. "Mm, ready now.." He huffed a bit, shifting his position. Your teary eyes widened hearing the sound of a plastic ripped– did you just saw a size L condom?
Your mouth went dry, as you gawked at his size. Pinkish tip with some visible veins– "Baby is that even going to–" "Yes, yes it will.." Sliding the plastic wrap around himself, he let out a groan.
He wasn't vocal before, sure, but now he's panting a bit.. trying to squeeze the tip right pass your tight walls. "Please relax.. amour.." You couldn't even respond, your hole clenching like crazy "Ugh– nuh..!"
"Mon Ange.." He hooked over both your thighs that were burning over his broad shoulders. Your pretty nails– thrashed around his back. "Mmm! Noelnoelnoel.." Your voice murmuring his name like a prayer.
And when he finally bottoms out, he lets out a small brief chuckle. "Hah– Merde.. you're so tight.. still too tight.." He held up your calf a bit, it angled him deeper.
"Your body was made for me, baby.."
Dating him? How'd you even pull, Michael fucking Kaiser, the German Prodigy people call him most of the time, or maybe the arrogant bastard people know him by. Yeah you were just dating this soccer player by some miracle chance..
You couldn't help but giggle softly, as he finally visited you in the small apartment– barely making a living from your job.
"Michael.." Your voice drawled out his name as he finished a hot shower at your apartment, wearing only just his sweatpants. Your eyes indulged in the sight of him. "Ogling me again, huh?"
"Totally not." Light footsteps grazed against your wooden floors as you approached the blonde haired man. Your hands grasped his neck, tracing the subtle blue rose tattoo that displayed. "Mein Schätzelein.." Hearing the subtle nickname made your heart raise.
"Oh, and what would that entail now?" You've always liked the way his accent rolls off his tongue. Made you feel special– Michael, even with his complexities, made you feel good. "Nothing, dear." He replied smoothly.
Sharing a short fleeting kiss, he had pulled away from you. You were a bit annoyed.. he knew you've been wanting to initiate some intimate stuff in your relationship, considering you've been dating for months now! Not one sex even happened yet!
You lurch over his fingers lightly, "Love.." The small whisper you entailed. "Are you not even attracted to me–?" His eyes widened a bit, then his facade faltered a tiny bit, but hardened back again. "No, baby.. just.."
"I'm so ready..!" You whined at him, like a kid wanting a plushie. "What's stopping us?" He just glanced back down at you, "Are you serious–.."
You stroke his jaw as he holds you close, one hand on your waist, the other at your hips. "You're telling me– you've never done this before.." Your hole spasming in the cold air hovering over his pretty pink tip. "No, never.."
He couldn't believe how hard and red he was, he would always flex on other people about everything but this. He'd touch himself, yeah, but this is a whole another level for him. "t's fine.. you'll love this feeling.." You whisper.
"Ah–!" He let out a strangled moan, finding the way how you slid in so easily into him. You've stretched yourself out beforehand– sneaky minx, he thought. But he didn't mind, before you could even roll your hips.. he stabilized you.
"No, no let me– do the honors..!" He wanted to still be superior, so he did what he would logically do. Thrust upwards, fully bottoming out. "Michael–!" Your face changed– wasn't he a virgin how'd he..?
"Let me do it,, cause I want to fuck you so badly..." Michael was a vocal person that's for sure, he'd be praising you in german, as he switched both your positions. One of your legs thrown over. "...urgh.. Michael– so good.." You squirmed like a bunny in heat.
He twisted you around once again, your body facing the sheets. "Now.. just arch like that– No Liebling.. I said arch." He growled right in your ear as his palm guided you into the position he wanted. No way he was a virgin!
You've been dating the doting puppy of Kaiser a long time. Sometimes, his loyalty faltered as his purple eyes gaze right past you. Alexis Ness. He's always so sweet..
Too sweet, even for you. You really couldn't tell if he's actually genuine, sometimes.. you could tell he was annoyed by the way his eyebrows shifted, but you didn't mind.
He'd been dragging you into his apartment now that he moved out of Kaiser's place. Finally happy, you both got your own space. Both of you resting on the bed being all lovey dovey.
Your hands brushed past his light brown–purple hair, the fingertips tangled in between. He gave you a small kiss in the inner conner of your lips, his eyebrows relaxed. "Mmm, Alexis.." You whispered his name in a plea.
"What, Schatz..?" He just giggled, leaning closer as he gave a big fat kiss to your cheek. You just huffed at him as he nuzzled more. And suddenly, something clicked in you.
"Alexis Ness, are you hard?" The question popped out so suddenly, he even shuddered as he looked down in the buldge between his legs. "Oh– Scheiße.." He spouted.
Ness was about to pull away before you suddenly grasped his wrist. You stared at him and then shaked your head. You both knew you had no expertise what's so ever.. and no Kaiser around, so...
"Alexis, I want you." You mumble low enough just for him to hear. His ears turn red as he looks at you. "What– but we.." "I don't care– let's try it please..!"
"Fuck, I never done this remember.." He'd bought a pack of condoms after your pleas– as he slipped it on him, he shuddered. You were just laying on your back, staring at his pink tip. "Neither have I.." You giggled being so amused at this.
"Are you even–" "Oh my– fuck me Alexis..!" You cut him off as he approached the bed slowly, his muscular build around your soft ones. "How do I even.." He lined it up a bit, as he let out a small whine.
He slipped past your puffy lips, and he saw the way it clenched around nothing. "You're teasing..!" You whined, but he really wasn't.. he's just having such a hard time even getting it in you. "No, my love, I'm really trying here.."
And finally, just when he slipped in.. the inches entering you– yeah you were a loud mess by then. Ness wasn't the huge type.. but he had girth that's what happened..
"Oh– Alex–! mmmngh.. you're really.." He bottoms out, he looked down at his pelvis hitting against your body. He rolled his hips as you let out a scream. "Mein Herz, you're too loud.." He chuckled as he rolled again and again and again.
It was too addictive for him to stop, you knew that. The way he experimented on going slow and long thrusts then changed up to repeated and fast thrusts in a heartbeat– made even your skin flushed. He gripped the fat of your ass a bit as he felt himself getting closer..
"I dont– don't think I'm going to even last longer.. fuck just let me please..! Sonnenschein.. I'm gonna do it inside, okay!"
Everything was going great for Reo -he got his treasure back and playing with him in England together like they promised. He had Nagi all to himself again -until you came along, Nagi’s English Jewel. Nagi had no experience in relationships or girls so Reo thought until he crashed at your place after a night out.
Blue Lock Nagi Seishiro x FemReader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI aged up 20+ reo & nagi three years into Manshine contract in England • Handjobs (male receiving) • smut • fluff •
Nagi had no idea moving to England would change his life as drastically as it did. Packing was a hassle, moving into new accommodation was a bother, adjusting to new time zones was a drag. But it was all worth it for his pursuit in soccer, he’d never felt so enthusiastic for something in his life.. He enjoyed the company too, not feeling so abandoned by his parents anymore.
Reo was happy because their promise was kept, Nagi’s enthusiasm for soccer had intensified and playing alongside his treasure was all Reo could have dreamed of happening at this point.
It was all finally going his way, 3 years into their contract with Manshine taking the boys into their early 20’s.
It was great for both, not so much for Reo when Nagi met you.
Yeah, when Reo’s little treasure met his own thing to awe at, that being you who adopted the title of Seishiro’s little English jewel.
Reo thought it would fizzle out quickly because Nagi had no experience with girls or relationships, it would all be too much of a bother because relationships required effort and consistency. Something Nagi struggled with on a daily basis for basic life functions for himself, let alone another.
He didn’t like his spare time taken up, he wanted time to play video games, watch videos and just play soccer so that left him short on time for himself. Why would he waste more time on a girl, especially when he was soaring in his career so early on?
Nagi never took interest in anyone back in Japan, unless they were a virtual being on his screen he found no interest in real things. -oh maybe Choki, who he actually brought over to England with him.
Nagi only bothered with things that sparked him, that made him want to put effort in.
Unfortunately for Reo, into you his friend was. Scarily so for someone who had no experience in relationships.
“What do boyfriends do, Reo?”
“What are girls laughing about when they say guys can’t find it?”
“Uh, have you had sex yet Reo?”
Nagi wasn’t just a virgin in a sexual sense, but a complete virgin when it came to relationships in general. Nagi being Nagi though started acing everything without much effort, quickly becoming a great boyfriend like it was second nature. But how he had got to his 20’s without so much as even kissing a girl Reo didn’t understand.
So how did Reo end up in this situation now? Nagi going from a questioning virgin and asking him for advice a few months ago to listening to you almost bullying his friend sexually and Nagi enjoying it. Reo was pretending to be asleep on the giant sofa across from you guys from a night out, after a successful soccer win for their team.
You had turned up to the celebration party after, Nagi invited you without even saying anything.
Drinks were had until drunk and both boys ending up back at your place, you offered because it was closest and happy to accommodate. Reo not expecting to pull up to some fancy, huge English estate.
“S-shit pretty. It feels good.”
“Shhh, Sei you’re gonna wake up Reo.”
The sound was unmistakable coming from across the room, Nagi’s little pants and groans, you cooing in his ear to encourage him.
Your hand pressed into his hair, nibbling on his ear and using your tongue on his neck. Nagi’s face was buried into your neck, groaning as he rolled his hips, hard cock pressing against you through both your clothes.
“Wanna feel you, can I just put it in now?”
“Nagi don’t say it like that and Reo is there -no!”
“What a drag,”
He sighed heavily in frustration biting at him, his cock resting hard against his joggers, tip leaky and throbbing. You were caged under him on the sofa, after crashing here and squishing you under him Nagi awoke a few hours later and started to grind on you eventually waking you up. Bed humping had become something of a thing for him over the years, it was comfy, warm and he barely had to move -but having you under him now changed that dramatically. Humping you was much preferred.
He’d been chasing for release but couldn’t get it like this, it was becoming painful behind his joggers and he was sure he’d leaked through them at this point. He was sweaty and bothered, frustrated on not finding that high he was seeking.
He leaned onto one arm to pull his shirt up, holding the hem between his teeth to keep it out the way, then reaching back down and pull his joggers down to release his cock, slapping against his abdomen he sighed in relief at the cool air hitting it.
He muffled a little groan from the shirt in his mouth, eyes closing before meeting yours again. You laughed and pulled the material from his mouth tucking it into the collar to stay up.
“Can you get it wet for me Sei~?” You sang
“You just said no, so not really.”
You rolled your eyes flicking his forehead.
“Stop being spoilt. Use your head you genius.”
Nagi sighed, mumbling under his breath before he leaned back, gathering enough spit on his tongue before releasing it to land on his dick. He looked up to you as you smirked and reached out, his stomach clenching and dick flexing in your hand as a surprised groan left him.
“S’sensitive be nice,” he whined at you before leaning forward again planting his elbows either side of your head to hover over you, caging you under him again. Snowy white hair falling framing his face as he looked down at you, the dull light from the loom was breaking through one of the curtains and he could just see you.
“Move your hips Nagi.”
“Huh?”
“Like you’re fucking me, use my hand.”
“You’re not gonna do it for me? What a hassle.”
You snorted a laugh before running your hand over his tip, smearing the precum and spit over the head causing his hips jolted forward and an airy moan left him.
“Ngh -yeah like that pretty, d-don’t stop.”
“You’re so long Sei, you’re not gonna fit in me.”
You rolled your hand down feeling the length of him, pulling the skin down and back over his head before setting a pace. His hips started to move sloppily to chase you and his high, his mouth ajar as little pants of breath left him.
You could see in the darkness the pink tint over his nose and cheeks, his eyes half hooded and glazed as you took him to a place he’d not quite been before. The frustration finally feeling like it was breaking as he fucked into your hand, the way his hips rolled had you moaning into his neck with your tongue against his skin.
“I’m gonna- pretty I think I’m-“
“You gonna cum Sei?” He nodded his head, dropping his face to bury in your neck his weight preventing you from keeping your pace and stroking his cock, he flexed in your hand as he took it upon himself to get to the finish line. His hands gripped the cushions above you as he set a brutal pace you didn’t know Nagi had in him. He was actually pressing you into the sofa as he started rutting with his hips aggressively, it caught you by surprise compared to his usual lazy attitude and movement. God if he was gonna fuck you like that you’d melt under him, he was so needy and desperate yet held this air of dominance about him that lay beneath it all.
“Grip it tighter,”
Rolling his hips as his wet dick fucked into your hand, grip tightened from the space of his stomach and yours sandwiching him.
“Shitshit- cummin’ pretty, I’m cumming.”
He hardened in your hand, groaning against your neck as his hips stuttered forward his stomach twitching as he tried to keep thrusting, the spasms went through his body as he spilled onto your hand and stomach.
“Such a good boy Nagi~”
He moaned against you as your hand moved, using his cum to aid your stroking and a whiny moan left him.
“N-No don’t, s’sensitve. Don’t be mean- Hah- pretty please don-“
Your other hand ran through hair as he went to try pull away from you, his hips rising but your hand gripped in his hair stopping him from pulling away.
“Sorry Sei, m’not done.”
Another whiny moan left him as you focused your palm on his head rolling it over, wet with cum and spit he struggled to keep still, hips rolling uncontrollably as you kept up a pace.
His eyes widened as he looked down to watch your hand, drool leaving the side of his mouth as he left it ajar slightly, he watched your hand coated in his cum and using it to drive him into overstimulation.
“Feels like m’gonna cum again,”
“Yeah?”
He nodded dumbly, as his body started to protest on its own against you over stimulating him. He bucked, rolled and twitched his hips, doing anything he could but unable to pull away at the same time. It was torture but feeling so close to cumming again was making him push through it, just about.
“Ye- pretty I’m gonna-“
Nagi didn’t finish, he groaned so loudly you had to clamp your hand that was in his hair across his mouth. His eyes rolled back as he recoiled his body but you didn’t release him, hands digging into the sofa either side of your hips shooting another load up as his hips moved for you, his thrusting was sloppy and stuttered.
He pulled your hand away before leaning back over you, his arms shaking slightly as he panted through his nose above you.
You removed your hand and rose it to your mouth, tongue leaving to let him watch you clean your hand up. Nagi’s eyes were blown watching you clean his cum from your hands as the buzz vibrates through his body, his cock still hard and twitching at what he just went through. His body was humming and he suddenly felt exhausted as his high left him.
He looked down at the mess on both your stomachs and sighed.
“S’messy, what a hassle.”
You shrugged and followed his eyes.
“Get up, we’ll go shower.”
Nagi groaned again and slumped forward onto you, the warm sticky mess between you made your nose scrunch at the feel of it.
“Get up fatty!” You hissed, still whispering as to not try to wake Reo.
“M’not fat.” Nagi pouted in a whiny tone “-take that back.”
Unknown to you both Reo was laying flat on his back staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, a raging hard on resting against his stomach and trying to not make a move hoping you’d both still think he was asleep.
That was the last fucking time he was crashing anywhere with you both.
