your man hates it when you squeeze yourself when he’s inside of you.
he hates being “rage-baited” by his brat of a girl who has his cock warmed inside of her sloppy folds. a callous smile adjacent with the faux innocent eyes of yours blinking at him as if taunting him with a what’s wrong.
and all he could do was fixate his lust replete orbs on the spread of your pussy around his engorged self, taking complete control of his entrance. he tries again, a cautious slow thrust too smooth from the wetness, but, no luck because you had clenched yourself (once again).
“quit it, baby” his pearly whites grinding, jaw fiercer.
oh he hated it. the sheer annoyance of having his cock struggle to go inside of you all because you decided to fucking play around. tightening the inner muscles of your cunt around his tip, shaft and all just to see that flustered struggling face of a proclaimed strong man—hm, not funny. at least, not for him.
“quit what?” a sweet cadence, just a facade, as your canines shone when you clenched again. and again. again. having him falter forward and slip out groans. “ah–damn–” his breath heavy on your spit smeared lips, his nipples brushing against yours and there came his odd request.
“can you keep doing that while i go in and out?”
another repost ! ❤︎ originally a gojo fic but i think this one goes out to a lotta characters with a bratty gf.
╰ synopsis: do the blue lock men pull through november like a soldier? or die in cervix?
╰ includes: isagi yoichi ; bachira meguru ; itoshi rin ; itoshi sae ; reo mikage ; nagi seishiro ; shidou ryusei ; michael kaiser ; alexis ness
╰ cw: nsfw mdni ; 11k wc ; not proofread ; f reader ; unprotected piv ; pet play ; praise ; degradation ; facesitting ; pantysniffing ; breeding ; public ; cockwarming and more . . .
╰ note: this was such a challenge LMAO but im glad i finished it within november heh..
─── ISAGI YOICHI brought the idea up, he had heard some of his teammates talking about it in the locker rooms after practice. so he brought it up with you, thinking it would be a nice challenge for the both of you. boy, did he think wrong.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
isagi’s plan for this whole thing? he’s gonna be productive! he will spend more time on football! he will win this challenge and you’ll give him a reward for it! he’s going to flex to rin about this! he’s going to be the better—yeah, you get it.
isagi was going through it. the five stages of dickpression. and you did not make it easy for him, you walked around the house in those stupidly slutty shorts which hugged all your curves just right and how did you expect isagi to not salivate like a rabid dog at that?
everytime you walked past him his puppy dog eyes would follow you like he was trailing after your scent. but it’s just the first week! gosh, man up isagi! you need to push through! — isagi would chant to himself like a mantra, well, it’s working so far..?
“you do this on purpose, right?” isagi whispered against your skin, he was spooning you from behind. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you from moving and messing up his 5 days of sheer will.
“mm? do what, pretty boy?” you giggled, a sweet sound but it only set isagi’s skin on fire. he snuffed the feeling out but his grip on your waist tightened, his hand moved to slip his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts.
“wearing this—you know what we’re doing..right?” isagi sucked in rather harshly, struggling to hold the reins of his libido. “yeahh. does it make you wanna’ lose, yoichi?” you cooed teasingly, isagi’s left nut twitched and he went blind in his right leg. you were seriously going to be the end of him.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
isagi is gnawing at the walls. he physically cannot stay in the same room as you without wanting to chew your clothes off. he is buzzing with pent up energy, and it’s worse every single time he comes home from practice because the adrenaline rushes straight south.
and of course, you just HAVE to step your own game up. if the shorts were the death of him, this silky lingerie you wear to bed will drag him to hell on all fours and he would gladly go.
how does he cope? well, showers are more his personal edging sessions now. every night before bed, he rubs himself off under the shower head. fuck, he bites into his arm and tears up trying to hold himself back. he knows nobody would know if he were to just bust a load in the shower drain but he is an honest, sweet (not so much) boy. he can’t just lie!
but he has been doing a good job, so far. yeah! he’s going to make it, right? please tell him he’s going to make it. he’s so close to crying.
it was late into the night but isagi couldn’t sleep no matter what he did. he had switched sides of his pillow almost ten times now and was just tossing and turning around on the bed now. yet nothing worked.
really, how could it work? how could anyone expect him to sleep when you’re sleeping so soundly beside him, so peaceful and pretty. fuck, he almost feels bad for what he is about to do.
he tugs the covers off your soft body gently, his hungry gaze drinking in every inch of your exposed skin through the lingerie you’ve begun wearing to bed. he runs a hand over your bare thighs, feeling goosebumps rise on your sensitive skin and making you squirm.
gosh, you were adorable.
he reached into his sleep shorts with his other hand and fished out his hard, throbbing cock. his engorged tip leaking precum dripping onto the sheets. he stroked it a couple of times before his hand which was on your thigh gripped onto the supple flesh and spread your thighs to slot his aching length between those beautiful thighs.
isagi muffled a groan into his palm, your thighs felt so beautiful wrapped around him. he needed this, he had been pent up for so long.
this doesn’t count as cheating right? not if he doesn’t cum. so he begins thrusting his cock in and out of the tiny gap between your thighs and clothed pussy. the tip of his cock catching onto your clit through the fabric of your panties which sent an involuntary shiver down his body.
shit, he felt like a virgin.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
lol, what third week?
“ah—shit, i missed this—! fuck—i missed you!” isagi grunted in-between thrusts, his chest pressed against your back and his nails dug crescents into the supple skin of your hips as he held you flush to him. his cock drove in and out of you in a bed-breaking pace. his breath came out in hot puffs against your cheek.
“a‐aah! yoichi! slow—” you whined, your eyes rolled back. your boyfriend was so impossibly deep inside of you, it actually made no sense. you felt him raise your leg up to spread you open for him, even more. his cock hit at a new angle now, his tip kissing your swollen g-spot with each single snap of his hips.
“slow? you—fuckin’—want slow?” isagi growled in your ear, his hips now slowing down so he could pound you slower but more fuller. “after teasing me—for so. damn. long? shut up and take it.” isagi huffed, each thrust of him made sure every inch of his cock was buried snug inside of you, and when he pulled out, you could feel the same inches drag against your warm insides.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
well, of course, he lost. like a sore loser. but the loss felt better than the win.
record: 19 days. clap for him.
“soo, same time next november?” you wiggled your eyebrows cheekily at isagi who was giving you the nastiest side eye. he turned over on the bed, his back facing you. “shut up.” he sighed, rolling his eyes. he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for losing. but gosh did his balls feel lighter.
you just laughed and began spooning isagi from behind, best november ever.
─── BACHIRA MEGURU saw the thing on tiktok, late at night at exactly 4:03 am on november 1st. you were sleeping soundly beside him, he looked over at you and grinned wide and devilishly. the cogs in his mind cranked and something was cooking up in that factory.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
bachira’s plan for this whole thing is to make it unbearable for you. he knows you’re absolutely whipped for him, and would cave if he just whispered a soft little ‘please :(’. so why not use it to his advantage?
he introduced you to the challenge, saying it would be fun! and it would strengthen the bond. tch, he just wanted to fuck with you a little. regardless, you agreed once he pouted all sweetly. how could you say no to that?
the first week was a breeze, bachira was being his usual self save for some heated glances, fleeting touches and whispered promises of filth. hey, you had spent enooouuggh time with bachira to be able to resist him. right?
you were cooking dinner in the kitchen when bachira crewed up behind you and pressed his chest to your back, resting his chin on your head. “heyy cutie. whatcha’ making?” bachira giggled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head trying to distract you from his hips which were subtly rocking up into you.
“megu’ stop humping me.” you sighed like a disappointed mother, shaking your head. you could feel bachira pout behind you and bury his nose into your hair to inhale the scent of your shampoo. “mm—ugh, i thought you would crack by noooww!” bachira whined, stomping his feet softly.
you picked up the ladle you were using to stir the curry and scooped a tiny bit of the food before holding it up to bachira’s lips. “taste it.” bachira huffed indignantly but still opened his mouth to taste the food. “mm. yum.” he smacked his lips while eating, same way his hips were still smacking yours.
“can you stop dryhumping me now?” you clicked your tongue, bachira tightened his grip on you even more. “no.” he stuck his tongue out. fairs.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
at this point, bachira was confused. he was trying EVERYTHING. he had humped you through your clothes in the morning in bed, he had grinded against you like a stripper with a pole during the afternoons and now he’s quite literally roaming around the house in just his boxers and you still haven’t lost your mind over him? he feels offended. so, SO offended.
he lays beside you wherever you are sat. on the couch? he’s draping himself over the loveseat with am arm on his forehead like he’s a damsel in distress. on the bed? he’s laying beside you on his side, posed all tantalizingly like he’s asking you to paint him like one of your french girls. unfortunately, he just looks awkward flopping around like a fish in just his underwear but A for effort!
bachira was sprawled across your sheets like a starfish, his boxers stretched taut over his legs and his bulge just shy of peeking out. you worked beside him on your laptop, pushing your reading glasses further up your nose you finally decided to spare him just a shard of your attention.
“meguru? can you put on some clothes?” you perked up without even glancing at him. yet that was enough for bachira to resume his embarassing attempt at appearing seductive. “am i bothering youu? heh, come do something about it then.” he purred, arching his back off the bed. your grip on your laptop tightened, your nonchalant facade slowly tearing at the sides. would you really make it through this month?
“no thank you. i’m quite busy.” you quipped back and it hit bachira like a punch square to his face. his teasing smirk broke and he looked baffled, how were you still holding up!
↳ THIRD WEEK :
bachira was getting desperate. at this point he had begun to sleep naked next to you in hopes you would atleast look at him with those beautiful eyes :((!! but you always slept with your back turned to him. you were making this hard for him! it’s supposed to be the other way around!
and it’s not even fair you look so pretty, glowing and pure and bachira is just so pent-up and needy. he’s so close to just getting on all fours and barking for you so you could give him a scrap of your attention.
he’s whining like a damn dog who got denied his favourite treat, which is you. how can you be so mean to him!
“baby—baby—please—” bachira whined, throwing a leg over your waist to grind harder against your butt. he was dry humping you when you both were supposed to be sleeping but he is just so needy. needy for you.
“just give in! i won’t even rub it in your face—fuck—let me have you..” bachira nuzzled into your neck, his cock was rapidly hardening and you could feel it press against the cleft of your ass. his grip on your hips tightened impossibly to hold you flush to him.
“meguru, i have work tommorow. go to bed—” you tried complaining but you couldn’t resist either, the sound of your boyfriend whimpering so wantonly in your ear. the heat emitting from his body, it was all so much. with a grunt you reached back to wrap your hand around his cock. bachira gasped, eyes rolling back at the warmth of your hand engulfing him.
“hngh—yeah, stroke me—fuuckk—” bachira babbled, bucking his hips up to fuck your fist. his precum leaked over your fist, his engorged tip twitching like crazy. as bachira’s lustful frenzy reached a fervor pitch you pulled your hand away, tearing your warmth from him and he whined so pitifully it made your heart ache.
“why—!” bachira whined, curling into you even more. “uh-uh, gotta’ win this, babyboy.” you shushed him with your finger, you smirked so evilly. bachira was quiet, you looked so hot.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
bachira couldn’t hold it in anymore. but luckily you worked overtime alot this week so bachira couldn’t pounce on you and fuck you seven days till sunday. it was all so unfair!
he was so pent-up he grinded against the pillow you slept on, rubbing his aching length on the plush surface. he was sniffing like an animal, reveling in the scent of you.
on 30th november, at exactly 12:00 am you had came back home after a long tiring day of work fully expecting to greet your boyfriend and maybe reward him for getting through the whole month without sex. you ascended the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom you shared with him and oh, oh.
bachira was humping the pillow—your pillow—like a mad animal, whimpering your name. what a bad boy. and he wasn’t even the least bit ashamed that you caught him.
“dirty, dirty boy.” you clicked your tongue, tugging harshly on the leash you had planted on his neck. bachira panted, totally committing to the act of being a disobedient puppy, your puppy.
“mm—did ‘ya really expect me to not? you just—” bachira sniffed your inner thigh, eyes half-lidded. “smell sooo good and—” bachira buried his face in your crotch, licking over your dampening slit through the fabric of your panties. “taste even better..” bachira groaned low in his throat but he winced when you tugged the leash harder and reeled him away.
“you gotta earn it, baby.” you tutted, your grip firm on the leash. bachira looked up, a shaky smirk playing at his lips. his cock already hardening at how you were bossing him around.
“anyway you want..! i’ll do anything..” bachira panted, moving to hump your ankle. his tip leaving dirty streaks of precum all over your calve. “anything at all..”
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
winnerrr!!! and he’s nutting all over the place, he deserves it!
record: 30 full days!!!!
you were completely soaked in bachira’s cum, he really came like a broken faucet, poor baby must’ve been holding back a ton! bachira was half-asleep spooning you naked with a dopey grin on his face. perfectly sated and full of love for you.
“heh—loovee youu..” bachira slurred out sleepily, adding a yawn at the end. he nuzzled into your neck, mouthing at the skin there. you sighed but smiled softly, reaching to gently pet his cheek. “love you too, meguru.”
─── ITOSHI RIN didn’t want to do the challenge at first. he had heard about it in the past, through his teammates but once he heard isagi muttering something about it to hiori. rin settled on doing the challenge, and winning. he was better than that shitty isagi.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
he powered through the first week on absolute determination and sheer will. he barely batted an eye at you and completely plunged himself into football and working out, anything to snuff out that screaming feeling of getting his dick wet.
he tried his best to act normal around you too, and to be honest? he was doing a pretty good job at it! atleast he thought so. little did he know he looked like a wet chihuahua growling at you everytime you came near like it was YOUR fault he took up this challenge.
“stop doing that.” rin growled low in his throat when you walked by him when he was working out in the private gym you guys have in your home—yes, fancy.
“stop doing what?” you batted your lashes down at rin who was in-between a plank session. his abdomen was clenching so deliciously, all of his six or seven packs were stretched taut and damn—he just looked edible enough to eat. sadly, you couldn’t.
rin peered up at you over his shoulder, this angle from the floor gave him view to everything you had under your skirt. and truth be told, you had nothing underneath. just your bare cunny which was absolutely destroying rin’s mental. he had to tear his eyes away, he couldn’t lose. not when bragging rights against dumb yoichi were at stake.
“just—just go.” rin panted, looking ahead of himself. you just shrugged and walked out of the gym, but you felt rin’s gaze devouring every deliberate sway of your hips.
↳ SECOND WEEK :
second week was sliiigghtlyy better. rin had an upcoming match and he trained day and night for it, though it was just a simple friendly match against argentina, anything would work, anything which would get his mind off you.
his teammates noticed too, he was working himself out. it’s not new, of course, but this time they feel like something else is motivating him other than the match at hand. even bachira, who is normally lost in his own different world notices it. aiku says he must be having girlfriend problems, well he is sort of correct!
though it didn’t exactly stop him from opening that secret password protected folder in his gallery, one which stored all the videos he has taken of you during sex. of both of you during sex.
and what would he do while watching them? literally what any normal man with a hot as shit girlfriend would do. jack off, duh.
“hnngh—! shit—so fuckin’ tight..” rin snarled low in his throat, he had one hand wrapped tightly around his length while one was holding his phone. he had a particularly long home video playing on full blast, your moans combined with his echoing in the empty shower stall. rin was standing directly under the stream, but it did nothing to cool his heating body.
rin choked his cock in his fist as he bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. fuck, he was trying his best to stay quiet but it was getting so hard. he swiped at the precum beading on his tip, leaking precum didn’t count as losing the challenge right? riiightt??
outside the shower, karasu and otoya had stayed back to shower after everyone was done. they didn’t expect rin to be beating his meat, in public, in the locker rooms.
“how long do you think he’ll last?” karasu poked otoya’s shoulder. “ehh—give it a few days.” otoya shrugged and walked ahead.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
match is over. they’re all on break. but rin is breaking here. home used to be his safe place where he could cuddle with you, maybe watch something or you know just spend some quality time with you. BUT NO.
this stupid no nut november challenge and this stupid isagi for bringing it up and TEMPTING rin to do the challenge like it was a personal blow to his ego. nobody actually tempted him, rin just has some personal feelings towards isagi.
rin is scared to even touch you, scared he would immediately nut in his pants like a virgin. that would be generational aura loss and he wouldn’t hear the end of it from you. so he ignores you like you did something to offend him.
you kinda did piss him off by being so gorgeous and beautiful and sexy and—
“rin, do you want something from the store? i’m gonna get groceries.” you called out from the front door where you were slipping on your uggs to go outside. rin stared at your back from his spot on the couch, his fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.
“rin?” you called out again, turning to look at him once you noticed he wasn’t responding. rin’s eyes were glazed over, running up and over your body like he was undressing you with his smoldering gaze. you waved your hand infront of his face and he finally seemed to snap out of it.
“huh? oh—yeah, just, get whatever. i don’t care.” rin crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. what a fake idgafer, he definitely cared.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
every day felt like a new hurdle for rin. every time he woke up in the bed he immediately picked up his phone and checked the date. november 27th?? he closed his eyes and felt a singular tear run down his cheek as he pondered about if taking up this challenge was even worth it.
but then, the clock hit 12 on november 30th and it was all free game. rin had his eyes peeled on the clock in the living room while you were in the kitchen washing up after dinner.
rin stalked over towards you with a predator’s grace. the air in the kitchen went cold, you turned around whilst drying your hands off on a towel and were immediately met with rin pinning you against the counter with a growl.
well, shit.
“fuckin’ hell—’ya really fucked me over with this—shit—challenge..” rin panted in your ear, his thrusts pushing you further up the counter until your back hit the tiled walls of the kitchen. your legs wrapped tightly around rin’s waist for leverage and to hold yourself down unless you wanted your soul to ascend to god because damn—rin was not holding back.
“riiinn—slowerrr—hngh!” you whined sweetly but rin didn’t take it. “none of that.” rin growled, slapping your ass and then kneading the reddening flesh with his large palm. “y’re gonna take it like a good girl. so stop whining.” rin demanded with a cold finality in his tone which made all your protests turn to helpless little whines.
rin pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside of you, he kept fucking you with the tip until you got impatient enough to claw at his back. “rin! ungh—put it backkk!” you huffed, all bratty. and who was rin to deny you when you begged so sweetly? he rammed back into you which knocked all the air out your lungs and all the sense out your brain.
gosh, you loved it when your rinnie got all rough.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
of course he won! did you really think he wouldn’t?
record: he cracked at exactly 12 am! 30 whole days!
rin was massaging your sore thighs as you both cuddled in bed, with his other hand he was on his phone typing something. “rin? who are you texting?” you perked up, trying to peek into his phone. “isagi.” rin shrugged and showed you his screen, he was texting isagi about how he won nnn. isagi replied with how he wasn’t even doing the challenge in the first place, rin read the text and tossed his phone away with a deep, guttural groan.
fuck november.
─── ITOSHI SAE who was equipped for this challenge on a daily. amidst flying out for matches every week or so, november had become practically every month for mister blue balled—you were sure they actually looked blue from how pent-up he was. that said, he was the one making this hard for you.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
he only came home on 4th of november and as soon as you opened the door to him, he brushed past you. he was wearing that cologne you mentioned you really liked in passing yet you never thought he would wear it considering he doesn’t like anything fruity yet here he was completely drowning in scent and smelled exactly like an acai bowl.
you had to press your thighs together to keep from pouncing on your boyfriend when he was still in his outside clothes.
and this man had the audacity to take his clothes off in the living room. all his back muscles flexing, was he doing this on purpose?
“sae.” you called out from the bed, sae was changing into his sleep clothes. “mm?” he perked up, blinking at you. his bangs were down, his hair not gelled for once. he looked absolutely adorable, and adorably yours.
you sucked in a breath and forced yourself to look away, “nothing.” you cuddled into the sheets, trying to hide yourself in them. sae seemed to notice what was going on, he crawled onto the bed, over you. pinning you.
he peered down at you, he looked so gorgeous. he leaned forward until his whole face was shoved in yours, “is it really nothing?” he breathed out, his hot breath was fanning directly over your face. and you swore you could fuck this challenge right there.
but sae broke the contact as soon as it came, he parted with a chaste kiss pressed to your plush lips and he fell over to the side. scooting over to his side of the bed, he pulled the covers over himself and reached to turn off the lights. “good night.” he whispered and closed his eyes shut.
did the blue balled just blue ball you?
↳ SECOND WEEK :
second week was just a normal week. for sae. you were spending every living moment trying to keep from losing your shit and embarrassingly failing to do so. how could you! sae was just strutting around the house like he knew he was making your life a living hell with every breath of his.
he looked well-rested, well-fed and beautiful. you loved when he looked like this, he looked prettier and healthier, much better than how he looked on the pitch. well, he looked hot any way.
and it didn’t make it any better he was being gentle with you, gentler than usual. for example, he held onto your waist and pressed you close whenever you want to stand beside him. in the bed, he spoons you from behind protectively and possesively. and he kisses your neck, your whole body goes weak.
“come closer. why are you avoiding me?” sae grabs your wrist to pull you closer to him. it was movie night and usually you two would be snuggled up all cozy under the sheets but you were avoiding him. sae knew why, but he pretended to be clueless and that only pissed you off more. because how were you going to tell him you wanted him to fuck you silly?
either way, you shifted closer until your thighs touched. you flinched at that, the feel of his larger thigh pressed against your smaller one, you could barely keep your gaze from trailing southwards to the visible bulge in his sweatpants. this wasn’t supposed to turn you on, but c’mon, you were a woman parched of your boyfriend. you would take anything you could get.
sae noticed your gaze and his lips quirked into the littlest smirk, imperceptible but there. sae wordlessly grabbed your wrist and pressed it against his bulge, your fingers twitched and you gasped. “s-sae—!” you tried taking your wrist away but sae held it firmly to his bulge, making you palm him through his sweats.
“it’s all yours, princess. have it.” sae whispered, his grip on your wrist tightened. “you want it? then you take it. as simple as that.” sae laid his other arm around your waist and dragged you onto his lap, he gripped your waist with both hands and rubbed your love handles with his thumbs. “i don’t care about this stupid—november thing. if you won’t have me, i’ll have you.” sae shrugged, his hand traveled up your side to cup your cherubim cheek.
“what will it be?” sae asked, his green eyes boring into yours intensely. and, truthfully, would you be able to resist?
no. and that’s exactly what happened.
sae had you folded up into a mean mating press, his cock drilling itself inside of you over and over again until you were gasping and crying, clawing at his abs for him to slow down. “sae—sae—sae—!!!!” you babbled and cried his name, it was nothing but music to his ears. his hand wrapped around your throat to shut you up, you squirmed around.
“shut—shut up..take it..” sae growled out in-between thrusts. craning his neck forwards to bite into your neck, you whined even louder at that. sae threw your leg over his shoulder and he drove impossibly deep into you, his tip smashing against your g-spot again. and again. and again. until you came gushing over his length, but sae still hadn’t cum yet.
“again. i’m not done.” sae demanded, biting into your thigh.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
yeah, lost. he didn’t wanna do this anyway smh.
record: 10 days. hey!!! his birthday!!!!
“thank you..” sae whispered, it almost missed your ear. he was wiping you down with a warm towel after drilling you into the mattress. “huh—?” you perked up weakly. sae felt a faint blush color his cheek, he glanced away.
“i didn’t want to waste my holiday, we already get such little time together. thanks for letting me—you know.” sae bunched the towel in his fist and tossed it away before crawling over you, pinning you beneath him. you gazed up at him like a lost fawn and he pursed his lips, cupping your cheek and pressing kisses all over your face. “love you.” he muttered against your skin in-between kisses.
“love you too.” you giggled.
─── MIKAGE REO who was the one to bring this challenge up. he knew about this, of course, but he didn’t understand why people did it. willingly practice abstinence? must be a joke. reo indulged, thats what he did. regardless, he still took up the challenge. little did he know, how hard it would be.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
first week barely registered into reo’s brain. you know first week was always the easiest, atleast thats what reo thought. he managed to hold off quite well! some might even think he would win this. even you were surprised because how would this man—who has probably the highest sex drive you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing—manage to ignore you for a whole month?
except he was doing that, he really was. but was he succeeding? so far, yes.
“hey baby.” reo pulled you in by the waist and planted a sweet kiss to your cheek. you smiled and returned it back. reo had just come back from work and he looked sooo fuckin’ hot in his work clothes.
“gonna go take a shower, you comin’?” reo asked while loosening his tie with one very veiny hand. fuck, fuckk, how much you wanted to bite that hand of his. you had to disagree with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you just solemnly shook your head.
reo pouted but his lips soon curled into a smirk once he realized what you were doing. “oh, november?” reo checked the calendar then faced you again. “suit yourself.” he shrugged, so nonchalantly then began unbuttoning his shirt. you had to tear your eyes away, with much struggle.
were all rich boys this annoying?
↳ SECOND WEEK :
this was not easy. no, fuck this month, fuck this, fuck everything, fuck you—he wishes he could. BUT DANG IT ALL. he is going to shrivel up and die if he doesn’t get to fuck you now, and he means it. now. just the tip then—? or maybe just—MAN. GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO GO OFF OF.
in-between business meetings, interviews, appearances. he barely finds time anymore to be with you, he guesses thats good. but he just misses you sooo much. he’s someone who thrives on constant physical connection so this is really at odds with what he is actually supposed to do this month which is the exact opposite. he’s dying inside, his colleagues aren’t using all of their braincells, the management is in shambles and worst of all—he has, events to appear to. with you. as his spouse.
so he has to bear with seeing you in that sexy little outfit and not rip it off you as soon as you both come home drunk on wine and eachother.
“babeee—yer’ kinda killin’ me here..” reo whispered in your ear, his hand rested firmly on your inner thigh under the table. all around you, important people from all over the globe sat oblivious to what ministrations reo was performing on your thigh.
“reoo..not here—” you were cut off by a small gasp escaping your lips, reo’s fingers had slid your panties to the side and were ghosting over your slick folds. “a-ah—” you barely held in the noises escaping you. your grip on the table tightening, trying your best to seem composed. the last thing you wanted to do was embarass yourself and reo infront of such big businessmen and women.
however reo was not at all fazed by the company, if he wanted to, he could bend you over the table right now and make everyone watch. but he wouldn’t, he wasn’t an animal. not yet..
“what is it, hm?” reo plunged one finger into your sopping entrance, your body tensed up and your hips bucked into his palm instinctively. you tried forming a response but reo slipped in another finger alongside the first. “cat got your tongue?” reo smirked, his fingers fucking into you in a rhythmic pattern.
you tried to be quiet, to be good. but reo was so mean, the people sitting around you seemed to catch on, giving you both weird looks. reo noticed it and he just curled his fingers inside you, pressing them against that spot inside of you which made you see stars.
“don’t think about them, babe. smile for the camera.” reo pointed towards a cameraman approaching for a picture and he flashed that beautiful, charming grin. you gave a shaky smile, barely reaching your eyes.
reo was kind enough to pull out right after and not make you ruin your dress. gosh, you should’ve returned this mikage boy to his parents. especially when he sucked his fingers clean and winked at you like that.
but november was still very much going on. and neither of you had nutted.
↳ THIRD WEEK :
okay. reo should not have played around that night, he did NOT expect you to bite back at him this hard. okay, where should he start from—
FIRST OF ALL. you’ve begun spoiling him, not with material things of course—he has alot of that already—but in love and affection. and he is so starved, especially because of you know what month. he just takes it like a good boy. he feels rotten for hogging all of your attention but when you’re just lavishing it all on him like that how could he say no? indulging is what he does.
SECCOOONNDDD. possibly the most meanest thing you have done, you’ve started to use his card. you know, that black amex card he just slipped into your wallet one morning and blew a teasing kiss at you. but you never spent a single penny from it, WHY!?!?@ do you not like him? do you not want him???!?
you had reassured him, telling him you saw him as more than just a piggy bank and that you would use it one day. that day was today. gosh, reo loved it when you spent his money. it was all yours after all, all of him was yours.
he watches (insert lego batman gif) as you come home with loads of bags with stuff you bought using that very card. definitely spent well over a million yen but why would reo care? he pops a boner everytime you spoil yourself with his cash.
“reo, how does this look?” you turned around infront of a mirror, clad in something silky and skimpy yet it hugged your body so perfectly. accentuating every curve and contour of your beautiful form. reo was salivating like a dog.
“woah..” reo gawked, eyes nearly popping out of his head. you looked like a wet dream—something which he was having quite regularly nowadays. “y-you—look—fuck..” reo stammered, nothing forming in that smart brain of his.
“bad? yeah—i should take it o—” you were interrupted by reo sinking to his knees infront of you, “no! no—nuh uh. you look absolutely gorgeous. beautiful. prettystunningsweetyummydeliciousiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou—” his rambling was interrupted by a sweet giggle from you. oh he was falling all over again.
“reo, get up.” you laughed, but reo did not get up. he buried his face in your stomach, inhaling your scent. his hands wrapping around your waist tightly to keep you still, he nosed against your inner thigh like a puppy, gazing up at you from under his lashes.
“no.” you knew what his intentions were, you couldn’t fail nnn when you had come so far already. he looked absolutely heartbroken and destroyed. how could you! he stood up and dusted himself off, casting you with a look which spoke volumes about the betrayal you had just caused on him. and he returned back to his seat with a flip of his hair.
↳ FOURTH WEEK :
yea reo had been praying for this week to end as soon as it had come. he remembers checking his phone and doing that guy breaking his chains pose. and you awoke beside him and gave him the nastiest side-eye, reo immediately shriveled up in embarrassment.
reo was buzzing on energy the whole week, like he was on something, he definitely was. because all that energy built up to this very moment—
it was night, you were getting ready for bed but you purposefully wore that purple silk robe you knew reo was a goner for. and of course, paired with nothing underneath, you were sure to get your insides rearranged.
the shower abruptly stopped and after hearing a rustling inside of the bathroom—probably reo messing with the towel—the door opened and from the steam stepped out a very drenched and very sexy reo.
with just a towel wrapped around his slender waist and his whole top-half bare, water running down his drenched purple locks, he looked like a vision which immediately got you biting your lip. reo approached you and cupped your cheek, smirking. “it’s time.”— okay, horny mariah carey.
and time it was, because reo had you folded up in missionary, his hand cupping your face and another hand rubbing circles on your clit. “you feel it yeah? how much i—fuckin’—need you.” reo panted in your ear, his thumb swiping at the drool seeping from your lips.
each snap of his hips into you shook the whole bed, his cock a blur of absolute speed as he messed up your insides. the robe you had slipped on earlier lay in tatters on the floor.
but you couldn’t care less, not when your husband fucked you so messy and so good. reo gripped your face harder and forced you to look up at the mirror installed in the ceiling overlooking the bed, “see how dumb you look? gushing all over m’ cock like a little slut.” reo drawled, his hand dropping from your chin to wrap around your throat, choking you softly.
“mmh—! reoo—more—!” you babbled mindlessly, eyes crossed up. “can’t even speak huh? right, all stupid. not a single thought in that brain of yours.” reo chuckled, his hips now slowing down to a languid pace, rolling into you to stir up your already full insides. every roll of his hips made you leak around his cock, so dirty.
“fuckk—keep leakin’ like that and i‘ll go crazy..” reo leaned forward to bury his face in your neck, sucking a dark hickey on your sensitive flesh.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
another winner!! woohoo!!
record: 30 days aayyyeee
“we’re never doing this again. this whole..november thing.” reo muttered against your skin as he spooned you from behind. the early morning rays creeped in through the curtains and got in your eyes, making you squint and groan. “uh-oh.” reo laughed, covering your eyes with his palm, but it covered your whole face.
“little baby can’t handle a little sun?” reo mocked you in a baby-ish voice and you grabbed a pillow to whack him in the face. “shut up!” you pouted and reo only laughed, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so he was on top of you.
he leaned forwards to nuzzle his nose with yours. “don’t pout, you’re making me wanna kiss you.” reo confessed, pressing a kiss to your jaw. you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him up to look at you. “then kiss me.” you dared.
and kiss you he did.
─── NAGI SEISHIRO found out about this challenge from reo. he was not doing this bro. he noped out on the first day itself.
↳ FIRST WEEK :
lol shut up what first week he barely made it through the first day
“haah—mm—’s so good..’yer so good..” nagi panted, his large hand tangled in your hair to push your head down on his cock. he heard your throat muscles contract and choke around his length and he bucked his hips up.
“can’t believe i was plannin’ on stayin’ away from this sweet throat all monthh.” nagi leaned back in his gaming chair and you popped his cock out of your mouth. nagi shivered softly, feeling the cold air of his room hit against his sensitive cock. you gasped for air before gathering saliva in your mouth and spitting down on nagi’s tip and spreading it around nagi’s length.
“good thing you didn’t, sei’.” you giggled, taking nagi’s cock back into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down on it. nagi was big in all the right ways and no matter how much you hollowed your mouth out, you never seemed to fit him in completely.
it poked your cheek and made it bulge, your lips were swollen and flushed from sucking on his dick. you dipped your head and deepthroated his big dick, fuck, it was so meaty and veiny. you could feel each of his veins pulse against the inner walls of your throat as you massaged his length with your throat.
nagi tugged you off his cock by your hair and began fishing his cock. he aimed it right at your face, this bastard. “watch.” you stuck your tongue out, a messy mixture of nagi’s precum and your spit dripping from your tongue.
with a few more strokes, nagi nutted all on your face. painting you with his cum, he panted heavily, his broad chest rising and falling with each huff. “i just finished on youu, ooh.”
you picked up some of the cum on your finger and brought it into your mouth, sucking your digit clean. nagi got very—very. turned on by that, his dick twitching back to life even after he just came.
and right after that, he hauled you onto his lap and pushed your panties to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to his ravaging gaze. “shit—you’re so wet just from sucking me off?” nagi commented blankly, you squirmed and a flush quickly coated your cheeks.
“sei’!” you smacked his chest and he grabbed your wrist, bringing your small palm upto his face to press a kiss to it. only to distract you from how he shoved his dick right into your sopping wet cunt, a lewd squelch echoing through the room as he bottomed out in one swift thrust. you gasped, your back arching so beautifully.
“yeah, stay like that babygirl.” nagi kissed your neck, massaging your hip with one hand to ease you despite how absolutely full you felt. with the other hand he unmuted his mic to speak into it.
“right here. sorry, my girlfriend wanted me.” nagi shrugged, from his headphones you could hear the whistles and cheers of his friends. nagi clamped a hand on your mouth, “gotta stay quiet, okay babe?” he then shifted his attention to his game, making you cockwarm him while he played games on call with his friends.
you muffled a whine into his shoulder. this was going to be a really, really long night.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
a loser but he does not gaf. nnn?? nagi nut november 😳
record: 12 hours. he nutted at exactly 2 am on a tuesday night.
you were getting desperate now, you were leaking your juices all over him and some of it even spilled onto his gaming chair. yet nagi had not even moved once, let alone cum. you had been bouncing on his dick for what felt like an eternity, your clit was all swollen and flushed from grinding against his pelvis so much and your thighs were shaking, knees struggling to hold yourself up. your hips were cramping and you could barely hold yourself up.
“seiii’—baby pleaaaaseee—” you whined so needily you were sure his friends on the call could hear, nagi’s gaze flicked from the game to you then back to the screen. he clicked his tongue in faux annoyance.
“you already came twice on me and i haven’t even moved.” nagi remarked blankly, like this was daily news for him. gosh, this boy frustrated you to no end. if it wasn’t for you using him like a living breathing dildo to get yourself off, you would’ve strangled him already. nagi seemed to notice your frustration and with a small sigh he unmuted his mic
“gonna go afk guys. my girlfriend wants me again, can’t say no.” nagi didn’t wait for a response from the other side and took his headphones off, resting them on his neck and grabbing ahold of your hips.
“where was i?” nagi tilted his head and began pounding into you until your eyes rolled back. on his computer screen, his valorant avatar died and his friends were yelling at him for dipping mid match. but he was clearly aiming for something else.
─── SHIDOU RYUSEI didn’t even think about this challenge. he barely even remembered until you brought it up to him one night while he was humping your thigh while scrolling instagram. no but seriously, did you reaaallyy expect this jerkmate grandmaster baiter, gooner supreme, to not nut for a whole month? he’d rather eat glass and like it.
↳ FIRST DAY :
yeah, first day. because he is not lasting more than that.
heck, he barely lasted the first hour.
“haah? ‘ya ain’t serious right?” shidou drawled out. he thought you would’ve taken the hint that he just cannot physically function without busting a load every other day. not doing that for a whole month is practically a death sentence for him, even more-so because you’re his hot, beautiful, perfect girlfriend.
but your serious expression threw him off, you were not joking. “fiinnee. guess i could play along for like—an hour.” shidou yawned, rolling his eyes. but his hand immediately found it’s way to your thigh, squeezing it. “let me just keep it there.” shidou gave you a sidelong glance.
you shook your head, you knew he would tap out soon.
and he did, oh dear. shidou had you folded up in a full nelson. his big toned arms hooked under your knees, your back pressed flush to his chest. his cock thrust in and out of you hard and fast, every thrust made his pelvis connect with your asscheeks and a loud filthy slap echoed through the room.
“fuck—g’na nut all in this bitch. yeah? this pussy keeps sucking me in like ‘ye can’t get enough.” shidou grinned wildly, his hand creeped lower to rub circles on your clit as he grinded against your cunt, trying to stuff himself deeper.
“ryuuuu’—harder!—gimme moreee!” you screamed his name, your words slurring as shidou fucked you into oblivion. “yeah? more? fuckin’ greedy little slut.” shidou cackled, sweat rolling down his abs and neck, resuming his earlier pace. his hands reached to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks to drive himself deeper into you. the crown of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust making you cry out.
“mmh—ryu’! cummin’—!” your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, toes curling as you gushed over shidou’s cock for the nth time that night. “cream all over my dick—yeah, jus’ like that, what a good gal.” shidou panted, eventually he buried himself to the hilt inside you, balls slapping against your ruined pussy as he emptied yet another load inside of your creamy little cunt.
“one more, ‘kay?”
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
what made you think he would win..?
record: 1. singular. hour. this man does not care.
shidou held you close while he was back to scrolling through instagram. you cuddled up into his side, wrapped up in his hoodie which drowned you in it. the sleeves fell way past your hands and thighs and it smelled so undoubtedly like him. that feral scent of his.
shidou laughed at a dumb reel, his thumb rubbing circles on your hips. he didn’t say anything, the silence already spoke volumes. it was comfortable like this, just the two of you and nothing else.
eventually though, shidou cradled the back of his head with his palm and pressed a kiss to your forehead. your eyes fluttered closed, a small giggle escaping you. music to his ears.
“did i go too hard? are ‘ya hungry?” shidou asked, showing the rare softness which was only reserved for you. his eyes were half-lidded, gazing down at you with so much adoration it stole your breath.
you shook your head and buried your face in his chest, wrapping (barely) your arms around his bare upper half and pulling him flush to you. “nuh uh—mmf just wan’ you.” your voice was muffled into his warm skin.
shidou laughed, not his usual devilish cackles but a rare genuine laugh. he pressed another kiss, this time to your cheek and resumed watching his stupid reels.
─── MICHAEL KAISER was another boaster, he knew he was going to win this challenge. how could he not? it’s not like you were thaaatt tempting!
↳ FIRST WEEK:
this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. this was not a challenge. okay maybe it kind of was.
would it hurt you to stop being so sexy and hot and lovely and — for just one second? really, you were doing this on purpose. and kaiser would not fall for it, no he wouldn’t. nuh uh.
“micha’! you’re home!” you hopped up from the couch to go greet kaiser at the front door, kaiser was clad in a warm hoodie and sweatpants. yet he could feel a shiver run down his body as soon as you wrapped your small arms around him.
yet he forced himself to act normal, he could not give up now. unless he wanted to be the laughing stock of the whole bastard münchen team for the coming year.
“liebe, did you miss me?” kaiser wrapped his arms around you too, crushing you against him with more force than necessary. his cold hands trailed all over your body, slipping lower to cup your round ass, squeezing the fat and feeling it spill from between his fingers. you were so perfect.
“mm—sure i did. you’re dirty micha’, go wash up.” you giggled, pulling away and helping kaiser take his hoodie off. kaiser pouted softly but chased after your lips for a kiss, you pulled back and grimaced, “eww, you’ll get me sick.” kaiser rolled his eyes, “germaphobe. just say you don’t want me.”
“drama queen.” you sighed but your words held no real bite, you tugged kaiser’s hoodie off his frame and folded it in your arms. “go shower, for real now.” and kaiser reluctantly obliged like a very bratty toddler. what’s up with his attitude?
↳ SECOND WEEK:
his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy — mom’s spaghetti.
he cannot do this anymore. he regrets ever boasting about this, he regrets even taking up this damned challenge! he can’t even touch you without wanting to rip your clothes off and bend you over the nearest possible surface that’s how down bad he has become.
and it has been showing during football practice too, his teammates are always keeping a safe distance from him lest he kick the ball in their balls. then it will really be no nut november.
every shot kaiser made seemed to make the net scream every time he landed a goal, and by the end of practice, kaiser was always buzzing with energy now even more-so that he hasn’t nutted in weeks.
“kaiser misses a goal in latest match against brazil. is the german legend slipping up?” you read out the news headline to kaiser who was fuming beside you on the bed. you could literally see his head emitting smoke, almost.
you bit back a giggle and turned to lay on your side, running a hand over kaiser’s chest and making him shudder. “what’s wrong, big guy?” you feigned concern when you actually knew all too well what’s wrong with him. and kaiser hated that, you teasing little minx.
kaiser grabbed onto your hips and lifted you onto his lap, “you know exactly what’s wrong with me.” kaiser deadpanned, he looked some parts mad and some parts desperate. he began grinding you on his lap, feeling your cunt rub against his bulge from the fabric of your panties under your sinfully short skirt.
“getting desperate, are we now, micha?” you teased, leaning forwards and hiking your tiny tee up, allowing your tits to spill free and gods, they filled up kaiser’s face.
“mmhmm..” kaiser’s voice was muffled from in-between your round, perfect boobs. his hands crept higher up your skirt to grab handfuls of your perky ass and grind you harder against him. he was so lost in the sauce he didn’t even notice your juices ruining his sweatpants.
“michaa—! ye’ can’t cum yet, remember?” you rolled off kaiser’s lap and began pulling your clothes back in place. kaiser’s hand went down to palm himself through his damp sweats, gosh his outline was so thick it had you drooling.
“please, prinzessin.” kaiser whispered, loud and clear but you pretended not to hear anyway. just to hurt his already fragile ego even more. “mm? please what?” you smirked, running a hand down kaiser’s chest again.
“please just—let me put the tip in. please! that doesn’t—that doesn’t count as losing, yeah?” kaiser pleaded, desperation lacing every syllable of his speech. and how could you resist him when he was like this?
you shook your head with small laugh and flipped your skirt up, pushing your panties to the side with your finger. “just the tip, ‘kay? no more.” kaiser ogled but then fished his cock out from his pants and he was already so hard. poor boy, must’ve been soooo needy.
he stroked his cock a few times, his tip was drooling pre and looked so flushed and pretty. he pressed it against your sopping wet pussy and slid it up and down your folds, smacking your clit with it making you cry out sweetly.
eventually, kaiser pressed just his huge, flared tip inside of you and immediately a groan which he seemed to have been holding in for ages slipped out of his mouth.
“scheiße—yer’ squeezin’ the life outta’ me, liebe..” kaiser choked out, head thrown back over the pillows, heels digging into the mattress trying to hold back from thrusting up into you. because he knows if he does,
he won’t pull out till he nuts.
↳ THIRD WEEK:
by week three, kaiser has become a problem.
not for you. not for his teammates. not for isagi (okay, maybe for isagi). no, no—kaiser has become a problem for himself.
the man wakes up hard. he goes to bed hard. he breathes too fast and he’s hard. like a beast of erectile dysfunction, at this point he’s convinced his body is staging his downfall.
he’s snappy, irritable, and painfully pretty (just like usual but this time he is suffering). everyone around him knows something is off—they been knew—he’s quieter in the locker room, always sitting with his legs crossed like a victorian lady in the medieval ages trying to hide her ankles except he’s trying to hide his boner.
AND god forbid you so much as bend down to pick something up in front of him. the moment you do, you can literally hear his last two braincells arguing:
“im gonna nut”
“dude sybau we gotta survive this”
“i can’t do this anymore twin”
“get up.” kaiser ordered, but his voice was a little pitched up. you were bent over, cleaning the bookshelf and of course you wore the tightest little booty shorts to just rub it in even more.
he knew you were doing this on purpose, showing yourself around knowing he can’t do anything about it?
you peered over your shoulder to look at him, your hips giving a teasing little sway. “what is it, micha? can’t i clean around a little?” you pouted, batting your dolly lashes up at kaiser.
“you can..but stop—fuckin’ hell.” kaiser ran his inked hand down his face, his eyes zeroed in on your plump ass. how much he wanted to just grab two handfuls of that perfect bouncy fat and feel it slap against his hips everytime he fucked into your creamy little cunt.
you seemed to read his thoughts, with how your lips curled into the tiniest smirk. “what? use your words..” you cooed mockingly, arching your back even more.
kaiser wasn’t having any of it, he simply stood up and walked away. because he knew if he stayed, it would be much, much worse.
↳ FOURTH WEEK:
oh, hallelujah. november is almost coming to an end, kaiser swore he would actually shave his head and retreat retreated a monastery in taiwan to lead the life of a monk if this month wore on any loner.
the morning of 30th november was the longest ever in his life, every passing second was a second closer to salvation and kaiser couldn’t wait.
it had gotten so bad that he skipped practice unless he wanted to pop a boner in the middle of the field. sure his team was confused, kaiser never skipped practice or literally anything to do with football then they looked at the calender and a collective ‘ohhh’ was sounded.
and as soon as the clock hit 12? baby, kaiser was not. holding. back.
“you little fuckin’ tease.” kaiser bounced you on his lap in reverse cowgirl, one hand tightly gripping your hips and his tattooed hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “you made my life a livin’ hell with this—sweet little cunt.” kaiser growled, his hips bucking up to fuck more of his big cock into your drooling pussy.
“mmhh—! micha—please—too much!” you whined loudly, tapping his meaty thigh weakly with two fingers. “too much?” kaiser laughed humorlessly, “yer’ leaking all over m’ cock and you say is too much?” kaiser nipped at your earlobe.
kaiser’s hands slid down to harshly cup your bouncing tits and kneaded the firm mounds in his hands. you threw your head back on his shoulder with a cry. “fuckk yeah—look at these perfect little tits. all fuckin’ mine.” kaiser punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust into you, his tip kissing that spot inside of you which made you see stars behind your eyelids.
kaiser then grabbed his phone from the bedside table and opened his camera app, he then gripped your chin and forced you to look at yourself, messy and dumb, in the phone. “smile, liebling.” kaiser chirped and winked at the screen while you tried your best to smile with your swollen lips and drool down your chin.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
kaiser never loses, what did you think?
record: 30 full days. barely made it.
“look how fucked out you look here.” kaiser laughed, showing you the selfie of you he took earlier. “micha! stop it—” you giggled and pushed the phone away, kaiser curled an arm around you and hugged you closer to his side. his nose buried in your hair to inhale the sweet scent of your shampoo—something delicate like you. “can’t believe i survived without fuckin’ ‘ya for a month.” kaiser commented with a small chuckle, his words buried into the crown of your head.
“..‘m never doing this again.” kaiser shook his head and spooned you closer to him.
he is definitely doing this again.
─── ALEXIS NESS who saw you mention doing the no nut november challenge once and immediately started sulking like a puppy who got his favourite toy taken away.
he is not going to deprive himself of you for a whole month, what do you think he is? stupid?
↳ FIRST WEEK:
day 1. ness has lost vision in his left leg and has a fracture in his right eye. no seriously, he feels like he’s walking on a pile of glass barefoot—and he would rather do that than actually do this challenge.
but since you pleaded him so sweetly, how could he say no? he tried to keep his act up for atleassstt a couple of days. maybe 6 or 7.
day 3. he caved, like a dumbass. no you can’t even blame him this time! poor baby just couldn’t resist it when you went to the shower and left your panties lying on the floor. he was just cleaning up after you—but fuck, he just couldn’t help himself from pressing the lacy pair to his face and taking a big sniff. gosh, he was drooling like a puppy.
one thing lead to another and he was jerking off with your panties wrapped around his cock. so disgusting. he didn’t even notice when you stepped out of the bathroom in just a skimpy little towel, and caught him right in the act. using your panties to get himself off.
and you wouldn’t let him get away with that, would you?
“you stupid little puppy, just can’t keep your dick in your pants, can’t you?” you cooed, rubbing your dripping cunt on ness’s face. you were sitting on ness’s face, eyes locked onto his where his face was peeking out from between your thighs.
gosh, he was in heaven, he loved when you took charge of him. his tongue licked between your folds, gulping down mouthfuls of your slick. you grinded down against his mouth and up until your clit caught on his nose.
“mmh, you’re gonna nut just from this, huh?” you tilted your head to the side, fingers tangling into ness’s soft magenta locks to hold him in place as you rode his face. ness’s hands gripped your thighs to press you harder against him but you swatted them away.
“no touching. you don’t deserve it.” you clicked your tongue, you lifted yourself up from his face and looked down. ness whined, “m-mommy! please—fuck—sit back down!” he demanded, and you did. ness’s lips immediately latched onto your clit and he began sucking until your pearl was flushed and aching.
ness bucked his hips up, fucking the air. mumbling ‘love you’s and endless praises into your pussy. he was so pussy-drunk he couldn’t even stop himself from cumming untouched. ropes of his cum splattering over his own stomach.
↳ DID HE WIN OR LOSE?
he was destined to lose!!
record: 3 days, atleast he lasted half a week?
“a-ah! mommy—y’re so tight and mm—so good!” ness babbled in your ear as he fucked into you mindlessly, he pressed his forehead against yours, hands cupping your face. “love you—love you so fuckin’ much—and love this tight lil’ pussy..” ness whispered against your lips before capturing them in a wet, messy kiss.
ness fucked vigorously into your sloppy pussy, pressing wet, smacking kisses all over your fucked out face. his thrusts eventually got sloppier and with a few more, he buried himself deep inside of you and shooter his seed right into your warm, waiting womb. he pressed on your belly with a shaky hand.
bluelock!boys flirting with you, but you don't understand their language ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
ft. michael kaiser, sae itoshi, bunny iglesias, vivian hugo
blue lock x f!reader ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ established relationship
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michael kaiser ᢉ𐭩
when you first started dating kaiser, you told yourself you'd learn his native language.
you started with the basics of the german language; the alphabet, basic pronunciation, formal and informal greetings. you tried to get kaiser to engage in conversation with you to practice, but he either spoke far too fast or flat out refused, a thin smirk on his stupidly handsome face, almost like he was plotting something.
and he definitely was.
it started out suuupeerr small. you'd walk by him and you'd hear him murmur something under his breath, so indiscernible that you couldn't even begin to process how to translate it. everytime you nagged at him to repeat it, he'd just eye you with that oh-so-characteristic mocking smirk on his stupidly handsome face.
you could tell from the sultry tone of his voice that there was something afoot with his subdued statements, but you just couldn't for the life of you grasp onto what they actually meant; and kaiser loved that.
he took pleasure in knowing you were oblivious, that you didn't understand what he was saying, and unbeknownst to you, those hushed, mysterious remarks were teasing compliments regarding every aspect of you he could possibly think of; your face, figure, demeanour, his flirty comments knew no bounds.
however, it didn't take long for him to get bolder, spurred on by your flustered expression when he whispered those various flirty remarks in german that you couldn't comprehend.
you were sitting at the dinner table with him and he'd leant over, with that distinctive, challenging gaze, and said silkily, "du wirkst beinahe überirdisch," his facial expression perfectly reflecting how you'd expect someone who's very proud of themselves to look.
even with your limited knowledge of the language, something inside you can tell that kaiser is flirting with you, despite you having next to no clue what he just said.
"i can't flirt back when you talk to me in german," you huff, face growing hot as you evade your boyfriends gaze. "i don't know what you're saying to me."
kaiser just clicks his tongue as he leans back in his seat, his cold blue eyes triumphant. when will you realise that's the point? he just finds it so incredibly enjoyable when you're unable to comprehend what he's saying to you; it means he can say whatever he likes. and besides, it allows him to treat this whole saga as a competition, testing how long he can flirt with you in his native tongue without you catching onto a vague translation.
"you look flustered, mein schatz," he remarks, silky, teasing voice almost resembling that of a cat purring.
you just huff in response, making a mental note to hurry up and learn more german so that you can finally understand what your asshole boyfriend has to say about you!
sae itoshi ᢉ𐭩
you knew sae had spent time in spain after being recruited by re al when he was much younger, and as a result figured that he must be at least proficient in the language, if not entirely fluent. but you never really felt any obligation to learn spanish; why would you? he never spoke it, at least not in front of you.
well, not at first.
it came on rather suddenly. you were sitting at your desk, getting ready for the day, when sae slipped by you to grab something from your side of the room. you barely even noticed him, even as he paused before leaving, lingering in the doorway and gazing at you with an almost roguish calculation in his teal eyes.
"no sabes lo hermosa que eres."
his voice was quiet, smooth and exactly soft enough that your face immediately bloomed hot. you had no idea what he just said, but you could tell, both from the expression on his face and the way he was holding himself, that it was something flirty.
"what does that mean?" you eventually blurted out, flustered.
the corner's of sae's lips twitched upwards in a small -albeit annoyingly smug- smirk as his shoulders slowly rose then fell in a shrug.
"that's not fair," you had insisted, your lower lip jutted out in a pout. "you have to tell me what you said."
sae thought your failure to understand his words was so amusing. he found that he thoroughly enjoyed the rattled expression on your face when he so brazenly flirted with you in a tongue you couldn't understand.
he just sighed, as if the whole ordeal was greatly tiring for him. "tan insistente," he exhaled. you're no spanish expert, but you're pretty sure you could've guessed he meant insistent. how rude; he's the one slyly flirting with you when he knows you've not got a clue what he's saying!
"sae!" you protest, your face still burning. "translate for me, c'mon."
"you really are insistent," he remarks flatly. you feel a wave of relief wash over you at the fact he's returned to english, but the feeling of ease doesn't last long when he switches back to spanish moments later. "unfortunately, estoy loco por ti."
you feel heat spreading up your ears once again purely because of the tone of his voice. you feel so out of the loop!
"sae!" you repeat indignantly, trying to ignore the furious blush that's surely flooding your whole face. before you can even get another word in, your boyfriend just turns and walks away, hands resting languidly in his the pockets of his trousers.
"tell me what you were saying!" you shout after him, still disconcerted. in response, he just holds his arms out, palms facing the ceiling, fingers extended, and shrugs again. he doesn't look back at you, causing you to entirely miss the satisfied smirk resting on his lips.
fazed, you just stare at his back as he retreats into another room.
after you've regained your composure, you find there's only one coherent thought racing through your mind; you are definitely going to learn spanish.
bunny iglesias ᢉ𐭩
bunny has been flirting with you in spanish since the very beginning of your relationship; he finds it hilarious, because he's aware of the fact that you don't understand a single word. he can be as unfiltered and audacious as he wants, because you're clueless about the english translation. oh, the joy!
he's smart about it, though. you've noticed that he never says the same thing twice, purely because he doesn't want you to know what he's saying. not because what he says is filthy or ill-willed, in fact, it's quite the opposite. bunny's flirty comments towards you are either almost tooth rottingly sweet or the very epitome of romantic.
he isn't embarrassed of how in love with you he actually is, he just genuinely finds your inability to understand him amusing. he takes advantage of the significant language barrier between the two of you frequently, even speaking faster than is typical or pronouncing words slightly strangely. when you inevitably pout and grumble at him to flirt in english, he just smiles at you and says nothing, calm and resolute as ever.
when you emerge from your bedroom, dressed up and layered with perfume for your date with bunny, his gaze immediately softens as he says, "¿Cómo quieres que no esté pilladísimo de ti?" and wraps an arm around you, the smell of his cologne gentle below your nose.
you sigh, your cheeks warm beneath your makeup from the gentle, genuine tone of his voice. "not you acting like i know what you just said. again," you tell him pointedly. "you've gotta stop doing that, at least until i've learned a bit of spanish."
bunny just chuckles, kissing you lightly on the top of your head. "i'll stop when you stop being so irresistible, mi amor."
if there's one spanish phrase you do know that isn't hola, it's mi amor; bunny calls you it all the time. that's been consistent from the start, because you've never been anything less than his love.
vivian hugo ᢉ𐭩
the extent of your knowledge of your boyfriend's native language, french, barely stretched beyond bonjour and dubious scraps of the language you picked up from foreign films and your early years of high school.
hugo never asked you to pick up french, he didn't even mention it. he didn't expect you to learn a whole new language just for him. you two could converse without any issues at all, but he was nonetheless delighted when you bravely told him you were taking on the language.
he helped you at first, with the gendered pronouns, the use of verb conjugation and intimidating pronunciation. but when he came to the admittedly slow realisation that flirtatious comments were not even in the picture for you to learn any time soon, an idea blossomed in his head.
as soon as the mere thought entered hugo's brain, he couldn't shake it. he didn't bother starting subtle, and the next thing you knew, he was speaking in french to you constantly.
you hadn't the faintest idea what he was saying, but his short, gentle and sweet sounding comments always caused the tips of your ears to flush hot. you had tried, and failed, to find out what he could possibly be saying to you, but hugo never answered, his face as blank and his gaze as unyielding as ever whenever you protested about your lack of understanding.
because he'd already formed an annoying habit of it, you weren't exactly surprised when he returned from training and wrapped his arms around you, his chest warm against your back as he murmured cryptic french incomprehensibilities against your ear.
"i've got no idea what you're saying, viv," you complain with a pout, yet you feel yourself blushing regardless. "how am i supposed to flirt back?"
hugo pauses, as if weighing his options, perhaps considering whether he should continue teasing you or leave you alone, you think. but in reality, hugo isn't even considering backing off. he's just thinking of what to say to get another flustered reaction out of you.
"tu es la plus belle fille que j'aie jamais vue," he eventually murmurs, his voice soft and his breath warm against your skin. your face feels as if it's on fire as your scatterbrained mind tries to piece together a possible translation. but literally all you know about french is how to say hello and maybe how to ask someone how they are, so you're not exactly succeeding in your weak attempt to decode hugo's mysterious comment.
"do you get a kick out of leaving me in the dark or something?" you sigh, but you'd be lying if you said there wasn't a small smile tugging at your lips. it's obvious just from hugo's reverent tone of voice that what he's saying has to be something sweet.
"non," hugo replies softly, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek. "i'll stop it if you want, ma chérie."
but you both know full well that he's going to keep it up; hugo's too enamoured with the embarrassed flush that spreads across your face to drop the habit now.
psst! i know sae's native language is obviously japanese but just imagine him speaking spanish 😮💨 also left everything untranslated so you guys feel involved hehe
a/n: im sorry bunny's is kinda short 😢 also guys english is actually my native language and i don't speak german, spanish or french so i had to use a translate app for this 😭 i did cross check everything but im very sorry if there's any inaccuracies or mistakes ♡
abstract. why pay attention to your smutty books when your man can just recreate your favorite scenes with you instead? <3
ft. michael kaiser, bunny iglesias, vivien hugo, sae itoshi
cw. requested ; smut: mirror sex, creampies, marathon sëx, edging, bondage (using a belt (?)), making a tape — #unedited
aniyaps: consider this the long overdue 1k celebration + posting this in time for my 19th ! yippee ◡̈
⊹ ࣪ ˖ michael kaiser
kaiser was mad. not for the obvious reasons like yoichi somehow managing to irk him at practice again, rather you. obviously he's not pissed or enraged, rather just annoyed... and sexually frustrated.
"darling... having fun?" — "mhm..."
here he was, getting ready for you and taking his sweet-ass time in the shower to probably have some intimacy with his beloved girlfriend, and there you were, reading another goddamn book with your legs crossed and you just biting your lower lip.
he wasn’t one to really be verbally expressive when it came to his feelings, but he missed you. ever since moving to madrid to play for re al, he wants to take advantage of his short vacation in berlin to see you and possibly spend some time with you… and have some fun.
but what the hell were you doing?!
kaiser wasn't one to really judge your interests or hobbies but here he was, smelling and feeling and looking fucking fantastic and ready for you to fuck and pounce on him, and there you were, looking like you were getting horny over words on a shitty piece of fucking paper on a shitty book?
"what the hell are you even reading? what the fuck is that?" — "a book, mihya. you read them all the time."
he scoffed. "yeah, but not... what the hell? lemme see!”
and after a very short game of tug of war, kaiser’s eyes were met with the most egregious piece of writing he’s ever read.
“mirror sex…? huh? dirty talk?” his gaze fixed on you, and then the evidently large mirror in your bedroom, facing directly in front of the bed.
so your mihya had an idea. why not indulge you. why not take this as an opportunity for the both of you to get what you want: for you to live out your sexually explicit fantasies, and for him to be in you. so….
“god, baby. you’re fucking beautiful, yeah?”
he rasped, guiding your hips on his cock—seeing how you simply fell apart. he had you in pronebone, with your back facing him.
kaiser held the book you once read, gripping your hips and slamming into you with one hand and reading for directions with the other. he was so goddamn teasing.
“he then began to sweet talk her. oh, how nasty he was—she felt her cunt flutter at the contents of his words, praising yet demeaning at the same time and she loved it. yeah? you like that shit, n/n?”
and it’s like you had no shame reading straight up porn in front of your lover, because you tightened up too after he read that excerpt.
“c’mon, pretty girl. look at how stunning you look taking my cock.”
“mhmmm! yes, baby! all f’youuuu—!” you screamed in the sheets, whining loudly when he pulled your hair up so you’d see your tear-stained face and marked up neck for the mirror to reflect.
for the whole time that michael kaiser has known you, never did he think his innocent little girlfriend would be such the savant when it comes to such literary works… or rather straight up book porn.
he began laughing, thrusting into you almost vehemently at how your eyes fucking rolled from how he had you—crying out and scratching and gripping the sheets while your back arched like a cat.
“fuck, i love you… i really fucking love you.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ vivien hugo
you and your lover occasionally have ‘at-home’ dates, where either of you crash at the other’s apartment while you figure out what to do. whether it be cooking or watching movies, it’s fun and cathartic. really cute for dates.
in particular, for today's date you had decided on reading (at least in your case), while vivien listened to sports commentary while looking at his blank book. but in this occasion, he was finished. he had already articulated his next strategy on how to help his striker and was going to speak before he just stared at you. well… he stared at your book and your rather… interesting expression.
“chérie… what are you reading?” your eyes were narrowed, lips curved to a smile while you bit your lower lip, and you tapping your thigh. dare he say, you looked like you were aroused...? or maybe he was just being a pervert thinking that way but...?
“nothing…” “doesn’t seem like that—?”
maybe it was your fault for being too trusting of vivien, but you found yourself hesitantantly sliding the book over to him. he yaps all the time about destiny and shit—so your smut shouldn’t be that bad? right?
and then, did his usually pale face turn red. like beet red. his eyes widened too.
“o-oh… um. love, can i—uh… ask something?” — “sure.”
“what in god’s name is…? i… you want to record our sexual encounters?” he began reading, still his voice quivered with absolute sheepishness.
“she felt her cunt pulse at the thought—both of them being recorded in their most vulnerable state being together. she could only imagine how hot it would be, to see herself be nothing but a cocksleeve for her lover as he demeans her—? y-you’re into that?”
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t thrill you, so you sheepishly nodded.
and so, hugo went to sit down by you on the love seat, and took his phone from his pocket, motioning to it.
“fine. as long as it makes you happy.”
that’s all he needed to say for you to absolutely relish in what you’d do.
“chéri, come on, you can take it? you goddamn slut.”
it was thrilling, for your boyfriend to talk so dirty and be so vocal during sex where you’d film it. he usually grunted, moaned a little, and call you pretty and beautiful… but he’d never outright talk like that.
well, that's what you thought, until he began playing with your pussy on camera.
“look how wet your pretty little pussy is…” the camera was propped on the coffee table, standing on top of the books you two were “reading” while it captured you grinding against his hand. you could feel how his thick fingers made a scissoring motion, how they curled inside you with finesse—and how your legs shook every time, with the sound of your dripping cunt echoing in your ears.
and even when he fucked you with his cock, did it feel even more thrilling with the camera on. “attagirl, pretty. ride me just like that…”
you began riding him, moving your hips in figure-8s while he threw his head back and squeezed your plush hips as your arms around his neck only tightened.
you felt his cock so deep in this position, all the while, the camera was rolling and you could tell how your boyfriend was struggling to keep his moans to himself, quietly groaning with every move of your hips.
and even when your eyes looked over at the camera, your boyfriend held your chin, making you hold eye contact with his sweet onyx eyes.
“focus on me, chéri. eyes on me. only on me.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ bunny iglesias
some say curiosity always kills the cat, but this time, it killed your boyfriend bunny (figuratively, of course).
you had been reading this specific book for a while, and every time he had tried to take a peek at what you were reading, you'd always slam the book shut and leave, with your face burning and your expression evidently flustered. but this time, you were taking a shower, and here was the book you’d been reading, wide open (not really, your bookmark was peeking though) on your nightstand.
and after the forty minutes of your shower, thinking you were probably going to be met with your boyfriend ready to cuddle in bed, were you met with bunny, snickering while sitting on the bed with an evident tent in his pants. he looked up at you and you felt your stomach drop—especially with the way he shook the book in his large hand, lips curved.
“she felt full… full of him—literally. it had been several hours and she felt her cunt overflow with his loads like his… ‘cumdumpster’? after fucking for hours? carajo, cari… never did i think my cute little girlfriend was into this type of shit.”
you felt your face turn warm at the sight of bunny holding your smut book.
“w-why—?” “wanna try it? baby, you know i’m totally into… what are they doing? marathon sex? multiple creampies? fuck, cari. you might be more perverted than anyone i’ve ever met. maybe even more perverted than i am…”
and but of course, you dropped your bath towel and practically pounced on your man. and he was more than willing to indulge in these sexual fantasies of yours depicted in whatever depraved shit you read.
you knew your boyfriend’s nickname came first his speed and the fact that he’s as fast as a goddamn bunny in the field, but the same thing could be said for the way he was fucking you relentlessly.
how long has it been? how long have you felt him felt you so deliciously as he hit your cervix in this position? your back met his firm, scarred chest as he slammed into you all lewd, circling your clit with his thumb while his hips slammed into yours.
the obscene positions he had you in, the absolute debauchery of it all, thrilled you. just the fact that he simply lifted you up and down like his own fuck-doll and spoke to you like it, no less, god, just thinking about it turned you on even more.
and that is exactly what he was doing.
“bizcochita… no seas así [sweetie, don't be like that]. handle it, baby. you wanted it.” your gasps suddenly turned louder and more lewd, with how bunny played with your pussy as he simply destroyed you. “i’m so happy i could fucking die…. god, what a fucking slut you are, yeah? only here to take my cum, right?”
"mmmhmmm—!"
your body—that was once lathered with your body oil and lotion, was glazed with sweat, and cum on your thighs and ass. your legs were shaking and your puffy pussy was overflowing with the amount of loads bunny came into you, practically frothing with how fast he was going.
you were gasping, your cunt squirting for the nth time through his rough thrusts, his cock kissing your cervix at this point.. "o-oh my g-god... haahhhh..."
and even as he himself was losing momentum, he had to keep going—to help you with your sexual fantasies, because shit, they were hot. “hold for a little more, yeah baby? we got all fucking night.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ sae itoshi
you didn’t mean to accidentally leave the tab open on your ipad—after all, you share it with sae.
sae knows you have a little hobby of reading, what exactly? he doesn’t know and he doesn’t think he’d like to… at first.
but then the words of that idiot aiku got to him. how you can tell how freaky a girl is by the things she reads… and honestly? sae wanted to know; but then he had to check the ipad to look at some stuff from his manager (he’s ashamed—which is why he was a bit relieved your tabs were open so he didn’t have to actually snoop in your things).
and when he saw the synopsis of the several books in your barnes and noble cart, his eyes legitimately widened and he let out an almost weird squeak. bondage… and hair pulling.
then of course, google offers those short exerpts so he really got to see what the hell you were reading… and in the first few pages, he gets shown the nastiest smut he’s ever read.
“he tied her up, literally. leather clung to her, restraining her arms and legs while he pulled her hair as she sucked him off like an ice lolly… holy shit…”
so naturally of course, he was curious. which is why when you two were having sex, he wanted to test something.
you were on the mattress, lightly whining while your boyfriend thrusted into you, slamming into you hard yet slow so you could really feel him fill you. he was kneeling, lifting your hips to fuck you deeper—harder.
“mmmm… sae, you feel s’good, baby…” he grunted quietly, looking at you as you covered your face and how your body simply moved with every thrust of his. your pretty breasts moved with every thrust of his hips and your whines made him feel fucking feral… but then he remembered. then he remembered your book.
“baby, i wanna try something.” you blinked, curious, looking at sae and letting out a whine the moment he slipped out of you. “go ahead, love.”
and when he took out the leather belt from the nightstand, he saw how your eyes widened and how your breathing hitched at the sight of it. and then sae decided to be a fucking tease and slammed the folded leather against each other .
“just me, yeah?”
and that’s how you found yourself, face down, ass up while your hands were tied to a post on your bed’s canopy. your boyfriend’s calloused hands kneading your love handles, and you felt him go faster on your poor pussy, twitching against him while he pistons in you. he loved this, seeing how your plush ass slammed against his pelvis while your arms struggled.
“nghh—s-sae—! fuck, i need to cum, please!” and you felt him pull your hair. “not until i tell you.”
then he stopped, and you kept on crying. "l-lemme cum... please, saeee!"
he strangely liked this… he really did, and he could tell you did too with the way you clenched around him.
“mmm.. we should try this again.”
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kewl kewl kewl yayayayyaayayay (oh my god icl i feel like i struggled a lot and it shows bc ngl i'm quite a vanilla person holy fucbdjsjdjsis esp for hugo’s bc wadahell 😭)
꒰ summary ꒱; blue lock boys get jealous and decide to fuck their feelings out on you ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა
꒰ content ꒱; 18+, they're mean, afab!reader, lots of smut
꒰ featuring ꒱; sae itoshi, rin itoshi, shidou ryusei, bunny iglesias, michael kaiser, vivian hugo, nagi seishiro, alexis ness
requested !
• sae itoshi
"you're getting off on this, aren't you? huh? such a filthy girl."
his grip on your hair is firm, tugging it back to look you in the eye as he slammed into you ruthlessly. "look at me when i talk to you."
"smiling so hard, seeing the one person i hate the most? you like him that much, 's that it?" he snaps his hips against yours at a brutal pace, the sole thought of the moment pissing him off to no extent.
"t-too fuckin' bad, you're mine and it'll stay that way, won't it?" he rasps, ensuring eye contact between the both of you, despite your eyes being glazed over from tears. "y-yes, yes, 'm yours!" you barely gasp out, feeling him loosen the grip on your locks to steady your hips, satisfied with your current state.
the sight of your pretty, tear-streaked face doesn't elicit pity from him. if anything, it makes him scoff in mild annoyance.
"g-gonna cum, s-saeee!" "not yet, are you," he brings his movements to a halt, relishing in the soft, frustrated whine you'd managed.
"say you're sorry, that you won't even look his way again." "i-i- h-hnghh, won't, everr!" you slur, your bottom lip quivering in relief as he nods curtly, granting you permission.
"good. i believe you'll keep your word."
• rin itoshi
rin was annoyed, to say the least, but he didn't let that disdain show until the both of you were tangled in the sheets. he'd pinned your wrists on either side of your shoulders as he used his agonizingly long stamina on you.
you'd lost track of how many times you came, and you didn't even know the reason why he was so upset! (kinda...)
"r-rinn, p-please, s-slow down!" you whine, powerless under him.
he'd pushed you into the meanest mating press, due to your inability to even raise your legs anymore.
"y-you can take it," he grumbles, voice low. every set of thrusts is somehow quicker than the last, despite how long the both of you have been fucking like bunnies.
he stretches your legs apart further to hit all your sweetest spots, your heavy, unfocused eyes rolling upward as your nth climax of the night took over.
you were past the stage counting was a possibility by now, the only thing your brain processed being the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
"w-why are you even- a-hahhh- m-mad, rinn-" he shuts you up with a harsh pinch on your nipple.
"y-you know damn well, don't act so innocent." "i-i don't," you plead, the sound reduced to a soft mewl when he softly flicks a thumb over your hardened bud.
"uh-huh. does it look like i care? shut up and take it like a good girl."
• shidou ryusei
"a-ah, f-fuck, c'mon, thought you knew better than that, n/n~" he drawls, stuffing you full of his girth, fixated on the sight of the milky ring of cum around the base of his cock from the uncountable amount of times he's made you cum.
"h-haah, b-better than what? mhh, did i do something-" "you know damn well, don't act like an angel," he hisses, landing a sharp slap on your already quivering cunt.
"but s-shit, it's hard to stay mad at you when your pussy's clenchin' around my cock this hard, baby," he growls, quickening his pace only to slow back down when you're right on edge, all to watch the delicious ways your face would contour in pleasure, then frustration, then desperation.
"oh, you wanna cum, d'ya?" he coos, playing with your mush-filled head. you could barely form a coherent sentence, all you were able to do was nod feverishly. "mmhm, p-pleasee, ryu!"
you scratch deep crimson marks on his muscular back to ground yourself when he picks up the pace yet again.
you fail to catch the cunning grin curving his lips. "you're gonna cum as many times as i ask you to now, m'kay?" "n-noo, i'm sorryy," you beg, writhing beneath him.
he holds you down, sighing a soft sound of dissatisfaction.
"you say that but look at how your pretty girl's reacting," he muses, hinting at how your cunt dripped like a leaky faucet.
"been such a slut, you can keep up with me, can't ya?"
• bunny iglesias
"uh-uh," he tuts, prying your thighs apart after you'd tried to clamp them shut, the overstimulation overriding any other sensation you were feeling.
"s'too- hic -much, b-bunnyy," you sob, your voice long since a wavering mess.
"mm-mm, you know the deal, bebé. you smiled at him six times, so you're gonna have to cum six times tonight, mhm?" he muses, licking a stripe over your sopping pussy, hands digging into the supple flesh of your thighs.
"i-it wasn't- aah, even l-like that!" you repeat for the millionth time, a hopeless effort, your voice wavering as he flicks his tongue against your soaked folds.
"that's too bad then. just four more times, c'mon." he rubs soothing circles onto your skin, a harsh contrast to how rough his mouth is on your leaking core.
you try to protest once again, yet all your possible words are reduced to nothing more than breathy moans as he sticks his tongue deeper in, his nose grazing your aching cunt with every movement.
"so sensitive," he murmurs against you, sticking two fingers in for good measure, watching slick drip from it as he curls it against your sweet spot with practised precision.
"hnmpp, bunny, ohmygod, g'nna cum," you whine, fingers threading through his already tousled hair, tugging on it.
"yeah, cum for me, cariño."
after you do, he gets up, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he reaches for his belt, unbuckling the clasp.
"three more."
• michael kaiser
"poor thing, you just can't shut up, hm?" he near growls, pounding into you, the bed creaking with every movement.
your face was smushed against the pillow beneath, most likely leaving a trail of drool and tears behind from how dumb he's fucking you.
"mmh- m-micha, i-im hic s-sorry!" "sorry for what?" "for-" he picks up the pace, landing a harsh smack against your ass, forcing a sharp whimper out of you.
"oh? looks like i can't hear you. you don't sound very sorry, schatzi," he sneers, his tone one of faux pity.
"since you can't seem to stick to one guy, lemme stuff you full 'n remind you who you belong to, uh-huh?" he groans, not letting up with each and every thrust.
"i-it- was just- aah!, a hug," you swear, a frantic attempt to have him take you gentler.
"y-yeah, a hug he didn't fuckin' deserve," he rasps, voice laced with venom, recalling how the asshole stared at you.
you raise your head to try and catch a glimpse of his expression, but you're met with his harsh grip keeping your face buried in the plush cotton, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he raises your leg over his shoulder to angle himself deeper.
you can barely move, let alone continue whining against the pleasure mixing with pain, a sardonic chuckle slipping out of him at the sight. seeing tears spill from your pleading eyes only heightens the need he's feeling to absolutely ruin you.
"don't bother trying to save yourself. i'll stop whenever i please, got that?"
• vivian hugo
you're sat on his lap, squirming as you hold back the urges plaguing you to move.
he has you cockwarming him while he scrolls through every comment on your recent social media post. "hm, how're you gonna respond to this one, chérie?" he questions, forcing you to type out a half-assed rejection to degenerates commenting on your face or your body.
"i don't see why you allow this. i'm right here, and i can shower you in all the compliments you need," he states, bluntly, dark eyes staring into yours, discontented.
"'s not m-my fault," you retort, shuddering at the feeling of his warm length practically splitting you open, your body screaming at you to roll your hips against his hard-on just once.
"i know, but it's sad to see they think they have a chance."
he shifts in his seat, forcing his dick even deeper into your already stretched cunt, forcing a sharp hitch in your breath.
"v-vivi, can i p-please move-" "not until you reply to every single one."
he steadies his firm grip on your hips, his touch tantalizingly teasing and it pulls an exasperated scoff from you, irritated at his logic. "cumm'on, t's not my faul-"
he uses his raw strength and lifts you gently, forcing you to bounce on his thick girth, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips at how easily he'd shut you up. "h-haah, viviaann," you squeal, embarrassed at both the position and how quick you were about to reach your climax.
"can't jus' wait," he hisses, his lip caught between his teeth as he processes the pleasure of you sinking down on him, still ensuring you were in a comfortable position.
"fine, bounce on my dick all you want, needy thing."
and he scoffs upon seeing it firsthand, how lewd the act is. your pretty tits bouncing as you stifle your adorable mewls at how much of a struggle it is to have him fill you up fully.
just like it wasn't your fault you were gaining attention from creeps, it wasn't his fault he was so damn big!
• nagi seishiro
you end up sucking nagi off in a feeble attempt to get him to forgive you.
you gag around his sheer length the first time he's all the way in. apart from his length, how thick it was was a whole other issue.
tears prick at the edges of your crinkled eyes and although he seems unfazed as he watches you, you can tell he finds it hilarious from the subtle quirk tugging at a corner of his mouth.
he stared as if you were some leisurely sight he'd see walking across a street a random monday— it was so demeaning!
"c-can't y'take me deeper, baby?" he teases, thumb slipping beneath your jawline to trace along it tenderly.
you can only muster a muffled hum, shaking your head desperately, eyes squeezed shut at the pressure of his tip against your throat, prompting a tear to run down your cheek.
not too long after, you have his cum messily coating your pretty lips and your throat sore from the amount of times his leaky tip pressed flush against it.
you release his member from the warm walls of your mouth with a distinct 'pop!', insisting you can't take any more, batting your tear-ridden lashes up at him, assuming he'll take pity on you.
until he buries his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back down to take all of him again, showing you no mercy.
you can only whine, aware he wouldn't let you pull away no matter how hard you cried or begged.
he thrusts his cock in and out of your hollowed cheeks, low grunts slipping past his lips.
"don'care, y-you're mine, i'll do whatever i wan' with you."
eventually, he does end up forgiving you, for the sole reason you'd gave him a titjob, giving him the chance to marvel in his deepest fantasies.
"l-like this, s-sei?" "mhhm, j-just like that," he murmurs, thoroughly mesmerised.
• alexis ness
he's jerking off with you in front of him, having forced you to play with your pussy without lending you a hand, knowing it'd frustrate you.
breathy groans fall past his lips, accompanied by the tiniest whimpers every time he flicks his thumb over his drooling tip.
"f-faster," he urges, not missing a second of the glint of annoyance showing in your eyes, unwillingly speeding up. the sensation barely got to you anymore, well aware if the fingers were his much larger ones instead you'd come much easier.
"i-i don't under- nghh, -stand, l-lex- why can't we jus' f-fuck?" you mutter. it was a measly attempt to seem innocent, but both of you knew what you'd done.
"b-because, s-sweetheart, that'd be- hngh! g-giving you what you want- 'n-" he pauses, breath hitching as he closes in on his release, bottom lip caught between his teeth, gnawing on it harshly as he attempts to muffle his sounds. "-n you've been a bad girl today, haven't you?"
even after he's splurt his cum all over your face, painting it such a pretty picture, you still seem oh so unimpressed.
it makes his jaw clench, how bratty you're acting. here he is, trying his hardest to stay somewhat sane with you in front of him, licking his seed clean off of your lips, yet you dare act naive?
he tugs you up roughly, pressing you up against the nearest wall, shoving his fingers deep into your aching slick with a lack of warning, pulling a sharp whine from you.
he curls them just right, then pulls away the second you dare try cum. he repeats the process until you're reduced to nothing but desperate pleads and whines, a sadistic smile growing on his lips with each and every one.
"not yet, lovely," he taunts, his voice sickeningly sweet. "i-it's been- sniff, -s-so long, p-pleaasee!"
mikage reo ,, nagi seishirō ,, itoshi sae ,, oliver aiku ,, michael kaiser
request. would you write bllk headcanons of their favorite way to fuck us completely dumb? it can have any characters just please add reo.
content. afab!reader, pussy eating, praise, edging, overstimming, mindbreaking, degrading, spitting, size kink, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, breath play, choking, characters are in their 20s
玲王 ⸻ reo × teasing
don’t get me wrong, he still absolutely loves to give you the princess treatment, however .. the amount of teasing and edging he does is enough to drive you insane. he just loves loves loves to hear you beg, and you just look and sound so pretty while doing it.
he’s at his worst when he’s eating you out, completely addicted to the way you tremble under his touch when he doesn’t give you what you want, kissing your tummy, biting at your thighs, locking his big hands behind your knees to keep your legs spread for him. definitely has cum just from eating you out before.
reo has you in missionary, and he almost pulls all the way out ; slowly letting his pretty pink tip catch on your tight entrance before rubbing his head through your slick folds, just to watch how you beg and grasp for him.
“r-reo, p-please,” you sob, “m’always so fucking good for you, please just make me cum, I’m so fucking close, please!” glittering tears fall down your gorgeous face, your long lashes wet and your pretty eyes glistening and entirely focused on him.
“sorry, princess. can’t spoil you too much, m’always giving you exactly what you want. jus’want to hear you cry for me …” reo sighs, already relenting to his perfect girl, “fuck … I’m obsessed with you.”
誠士郎 ⸻ seishirō × overstim
is this a hot take bc he’s so lazy? sure, he loves quickies and morning head, but I just feel like once he’s into a session, it’ll be multiple rounds of overstim until you can hardly speak or think. just cute cries and mumbles of how much he’s stretching you open and how good it all feels. you’re his girl, after all, and he’ll hyperfixate on you the same way he will with soccer and video games. he just has so much more stamina than you. :c
“s-sei..” you swallow thickly, whining, “can’t, s’too much.”
nagi tilts his head, and he’s so adorable. he slows his thrusts and his thumb finds your clit again. you shiver, trying to close your thighs around his waist. “yeah, angel? you don’t wanna cum f’me again?”
“no, I do, it’s just—”
he scoffs. “eh? then stop complaining and use our safe word if you’re serious. it’s only been two hours.” he slides all the way back inside and you moan, arching up into his perfectly toned chest. “that’s it .. feels so good…” he sighs. you have a long night ahead .. and your pretty boy has so much more to give.
冴 ⸻ sae × mindbreak
sae is the perfect balance of worshiping you physically, but degrading you mentally. you’ve both established boundaries and of course he’ll never break them, but you’re with a man like sae because you like a mean fuck … :3
he’s soft and sweet some nights, usually if he misses you because he’s been away, but those are not the nights that he’s fucking you stupid. sae is also insanely possessive, which only adds to the mindbreaking. he will eventually soften up once he’s older, but in his twenties, you have to be okay with actively being objectified by him.
“you’re fucking mine, and you better not even think about fucking anyone else, ever … I fucking own you and your cunt.”
you nod stupidly, hardly able to keep your eyes open. he kisses you hard before squeezing your face between one of his big hands. he doesn’t even have to say anything, you just know to part your pretty lips and present your tongue for him. he spits into your mouth, purposely missing and getting half of it on your face. “good fucking girl.”
オリヴァ ⸻ oliver × manhandling
oliver’s specialties are manhandling, trying new positions, and being much bigger than you. it didn’t take him long to realize that his pretty little girlfriend has a size kink just like himself — how you’re always talking about and drooling over how he’s so big, so tall, so strong. how your sparkly eyes get so wide when he comes home from the gym, his muscles glistening and lined with prominent veins, and he’s hardly able to get in the shower with the way you’re clinging onto him like a bitch in heat.
he’s always manhandling you into positions that you’ve never even heard of, most of which show off his impressive strength. it’s a talent, honestly. sometimes it makes you want to check his browsing history to see what the fuck he’s been looking at when he’s got your face in the pillows with his foot on the back of your neck, pounding into you like his life depends on making you cum as hard as possible.
but oliver is sweet, and only as rough as you want him to be — hard, deep strokes while he rubs your clit carefully and skillfully, mean spanks followed by a soft touch to soothe the pain, pulling your hair and gently running his fingers through it afterwards.
“y’doing so good for me, angel. your perfect little cunt was made to take this big fat cock, yeah? just like that, mama.”
ミヒャエル ⸻ michael × choking
this might be a bit too obvious, but yes, this man loves breathplay, especially on himself. for him, giving that kind of control to a partner is just so fucking sexy, and he loves the connection and intimacy of mixing pain with pleasure. he’s also definitely into biting, scratching, and spanking if you’re okay with it. micha is very possessive …
michael has you bent over in bed, a massive, tattooed hand locked around your smooth, delicate throat, his deep voice low in your ear ; “mein leibling, god, you’re so pretty f’me … feels better like this, no? with my hand around your neck? you always cum so much harder … shhhh, that’s it .. just let me.”
he groans, thrusting so deep that you can feel his fat tip nudge your poor, sensitive cervix, at the same time that his full, heavy balls tense up and brush against your tiny little clit as he tries to stave off his own orgasm. you gasp and choke, a deep whine hardly escaping through his grip on your throat.
“shhhh, angel baby, it’s okay, you’re safe,” he whispers softly, and you believe him wholeheartedly, just giving in and letting him have absolute control over your body.
先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love
notes. idek how long this has been sitting in my drafts sorry :< but I’m really excited for bllk s3 !!
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and now your baby is using it with FULL confidence.
you drop something? “dummy.”
karasu forgets something? your baby points at him like they’ve been WAITING for this moment: “dummy.”
the betrayal???
karasu actually clutches his chest like “nah that’s crazy… i taught ya better than that.”
YOU DID NOT???
but the worst part is the tone.
your baby copies his exact lazy, teasing voice.
it sounds INTENTIONAL.
now it’s just a household of people lowkey insulting each other.
and you’re stuck in the middle like can we PLEASE raise a respectful child.
karasu’s still laughing though. he thinks it’s hilarious.
until the baby calls him a dummy in front of his teammates.
suddenly it’s not funny anymore.
kaiser michael
no because with kaiser… you already KNOW this was never going to be normal.
this man does not speak like a regular human being. everything is dramatic, self-indulgent, and just a little unhinged.
mirrors? speeches.
goals? speeches.
brushing his hair? somehow still a speech.
so when your baby starts babbling, you’re already on edge like… what kind of nonsense are we about to hear.
it happens when kaiser is literally just… admiring himself. standing in front of a mirror, shirt half-buttoned, going on one of his little monologues like: “of course… i look hot as always–”
and your baby, sitting nearby, just… stares.
then they lift their tiny hand… point at him… and go: “me.”
you pause.
kaiser pauses.
because oh. oh that is NOT innocent.
because THAT is his thing.
“me.” “look at me.” “watch me.” “it’s me.”
he centers himself in every sentence like the world revolves around him, and now your baby??? picked up the core concept???
it escalates IMMEDIATELY.
you’re holding them? they push your face away a little and go: “me.”
you try to take a toy? they hug it tighter: “me.”
you say “come here”? they point to themselves like a tiny emperor: “me.”
you slowly turn to kaiser like this is YOUR FAULT.
and he’s just standing there, staring at your child with this unreadable expression for a second… before he SMILES.
not even subtle about it either.
he crouches down, tilts your baby’s chin up slightly, and goes, all soft, but so unbearably smug: “of course it’s you.”
you’re wondering if it’s okay to constantly validate that, but it’s too late.
now it’s a daily thing.
your baby refers to themselves like the main character of the universe.
no “i want this,” no “give me that.”
just: “me.”
the worst part?
one day, kaiser scores during a match on TV, and your baby CLAPS, points at the screen, and goes: “me.”
you actually have to take a minute.
kaiser, meanwhile, looks like he’s never been more proud in his entire life.
congratulations. you didn’t just raise a child. you raised kaiser 2.0.
ness alexis
ness is… devoted.
extremely. emotionally. spiritually. obsessively.
so his baby??? yeah. no chance.
first word comes out when kaiser is visiting.
your baby sees him walk in… eyes LIGHT UP… tiny hands reach out…
and they go: “kaiser.”
not dada. not mama.
KAISER.
the room goes SILENT.
ness can’t move.
because that’s HIS word.
the way he says it? constantly. reverently. like a prayer.
and now your baby??? imprinted.
you try to laugh it off, but ness is already spiraling.
“they said it so clearly… did you hear that? that was perfect pronunciation–”
BOY WE KNOW, YOUR CHILD JUST SKIPPED YOU ENTIRELY.
now every time kaiser shows up, your baby gets excited like it’s their favorite celebrity. “kaiser!”
reaches for him. ignores ness completely.
ness is both proud and devastated.
like yes… they recognize greatness… but also… WHAT ABOUT ME???
you’re watching this emotional rollercoaster like yeah no, this is above my sanity grade.
