Hearrr me out.. our 4 boys trying to get down and dirty but only to keep getting cock blocked by things around them love to see their reactions
Getting Cockblocked (NSFW)
Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader.
Genre: Smut, light comedy
Rating: E (Explicit, +18)
Warnings: sexual content, strong language
A/N: Thank you for your request! I loved writing this scenario, it was so much fun, I hope you enjoy it!
The living room lighting of the apartment was fairly low, relying only on the dim glow of the movie playing in the background on the TV and the city lights filtering in through the half-closed windows with curtains.
It all started with a simple suggestion to watch a movie at night. But things with Sonic always escalated faster than expected.
And now, the movie was completely forgotten on the screen, while the hedgehog’s hand kept advancing steadily along your thigh, his body pressed close enough to yours for you to feel every muscle beneath his fur.
His muzzle traced a different path, roaming over your neck with a certain reverence, taking in your intoxicating scent, testing a warm kiss against the inside of your wrist before sliding his tongue there teasingly.
The contact made you shiver, a welcome heat settling between your legs, something familiar and common for you.
Sonic was always bold with his touch, far too eager to get to the best part.
Hooking his thumb into your waistband, he tugged insistently, silently asking for permission.
“…You already wanna jump straight to that?” you murmured with a soft laugh, hearing him respond with a low, rough chuckle.
“And what can I do? You do this to me…” He moved his face, capturing your lips warmly, keeping a constant, provocative pressure against your mouth, only to break the kiss moments later.
With practiced skill, he quickly lowered your zipper, unbuttoned your shorts, and didn’t waste another second gripping your waistband again, gently pulling the garment down.
His green eyes eagerly followed every inch of newly revealed territory, until he suddenly gasped, pausing.
Shifting his gaze to look at you intensely, you could clearly see the lust there.
“No underwear, seriously…?” He raised an eyebrow, not complaining, but surprised. “That doesn’t seem fair at all…” he laughed, pausing the undressing just to let his hands roam over your curves.
“What can I say…” you laughed teasingly. “I thought it’d be more comfortable and easier for you…” Your hands slid over his chest, feeling every bit of his soft fur.
“Oh yeah… it definitely got easier… and pushed me right to the edge too…” he laughed, sliding a hand gently between your legs, taking advantage of the lack of clothing barriers.
He shifted to get better access, the touch of his fingers making you gasp softly as Sonic flashed a smug grin.
“Damn… already so wet and I haven’t even started,” he murmured, pressing his mouth against yours—not quite a kiss, but an intimate gesture.
But before he could try anything else, a loud, jarring beep suddenly rang out as the hedgehog’s communicator on the coffee table shrieked sharply, a small red light flashing.
Both of you jumped slightly in surprise, eyes snapping to the small watch-like device on the table.
Sonic huffed, turning back to you to focus on what you were doing.
“No, no…” he muttered, returning his hand to a far more interesting place. “Not happening.”
“Sonic, it could be Tails,” you commented.
“And it is Tails… but right now? Seriously?” The hedgehog leaned his body over yours slightly, closing his eyes, nibbling your chin. “This is about us right now…”
The annoying sound eventually stopped, leaving the room nearly silent again, save for your heavy breathing.
Your arms wrapped around Sonic’s neck, trying to anchor yourself as he continued that pleasant, intimate motion.
But just when you thought there wouldn’t be any more interruptions, a loud explosion echoed from the city, strong enough to make all the apartment windows vibrate.
Sonic froze, surprise quickly turning into a deep frown.
“…That definitely wasn’t Tails,” he grumbled, resting his forehead against your chest and growling in frustration. “Eggman.”
You laughed at the situation, pulling his face down to kiss his forehead.
“Go on, hero… the city needs you and there’s an egghead begging to get his ass kicked,” you teased.
“Oh, you can be sure I’ll enjoy that,” Sonic laughed roughly, pulling his hand away from that warm, comfortable place, briefly bringing it to his lips before standing up and heading to the door, a bit awkwardly.
You understood perfectly why. Fighting an enemy while worked up wouldn’t be fun at all.
Before leaving completely, he turned back, fixing you with those intense green eyes.
“Don’t get dressed… wait for me just like that,” he pointed, and you laughed, nodding.
He definitely wouldn’t take long to come back, motivated the way he was.
Outside the apartment, the night lay quiet, the kitchen lights the only ones illuminating the calm space.
That night’s plan had been a couples cooking session; Shadow had liked the idea and was determined to learn some new recipes with you.
And it really hadn’t been a bad dinner between the two of you.
But of course, as always, Shadow had deeper plans in mind.
That was how you ended up with your back pressed against the cold kitchen wall, the sweet scent of the meal still lingering in the air, reminding you how good it had been.
All while the black hedgehog stood right in front of you, making sure there wasn’t even an inch of space between your bodies.
His muzzle explored your neck voraciously, his tongue sliding over spots he already knew were sensitive, just to feel you shiver completely.
From time to time he nipped lightly, leaving small marks to claim you, a personal preference of Shadow’s.
His rigid, strong chest pressed against your softer curves, while his hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly in place.
All so his own hips could stay right where he liked them, the growing bulge becoming more and more noticeable as it pressed insistently against you, making you gasp and whimper at the sensation.
“Stay still…” his rough voice warned, tightening his grip on your hips as he growled, rolling them provocatively.
“You’re asking too much…” you bit your lower lip. “How do you expect me to do that when you’re teasing me like this…” You chuckled softly, your hands sliding up his torso to feel the fluffy white chest fur.
Then a reckless idea crossed your mind, and you quickly changed the course of your hands, dragging them down his body until you found what you were looking for, squeezing and feeling how hot and hard it was.
“Careful…” Shadow growled, gently grabbing your wrist.
“What? You don’t like it…?” you teased, making him let out a low snarl.
“You know better than to play with me like that,” he whispered in your ear.
But feeling especially daring that night, his words didn’t stop you from continuing your exploration.
Deep down, you wanted to test his limits, see how long he could hold back under your sinful touch.
And to your surprise, it didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen.
Shadow hooked both hands under your knees, lifting you against the wall and leaving you open and exposed to him.
“I warned you… but you’re the embodiment of stubbornness,” he muttered harshly, which only made you hotter. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist for support as he worked on your zipper.
You could hardly wait to see what a fully unrestrained Shadow would do that night.
He already had his hands in places they hadn’t been before when suddenly, to both your surprise and shock, the G.U.N. radio on the kitchen counter crackled with static.
Almost instantly, Shadow’s heated expression shifted to frustration, his brow furrowing as he let out a low growl, baring his fangs.
He knew exactly what that static meant, and the urge to ignore it was overwhelming.
But he also knew that if he didn’t answer, the thing would keep blaring endlessly with someone trying to pull him into another mission far less important than being with you.
“You’re… gonna pretend you didn’t hear that…?” you teased.
“I’m very tempted to,” he replied, closing his eyes and letting out a long, exasperated sigh.
Then the static crackled louder.
“Shadow, Shadow, do you read? Respond, it’s an urgent mission!” Rouge’s voice came through, muffled and distorted.
That settled it, he couldn’t ignore it.
“…Damn it,” he muttered, slowly setting you back on the floor and adjusting your clothes.
You laughed softly at his reaction, enjoying seeing him so openly frustrated over missing an intimate moment with you.
“Go… they need your help,” you said, sliding your hands along his cheeks. He leaned into the touch, turning his face to press a brief kiss into your palm.
Reluctantly, Shadow stepped away, forcing himself to focus before he lost control again and grabbed you once more. He huffed.
“But know this…” he said seriously, though his tone was still warm. “This isn’t over. Wait for me.”
“Mmm… I loved that threat,” you teased.
With one last look back, the hedgehog finally headed for the apartment door, radio in hand.
At that moment, all you could do was pray to Gaia for the poor G.U.N. agents going with him—because Shadow’s mood would definitely not be easy to deal with that night.
The orange tones of the late afternoon filtered into the bedroom through the half-open blinds, casting a soft glow that was just enough to see inside, while also creating a pleasant atmosphere.
In truth, you hadn’t expected your afternoon to end this way, it was a very interesting surprise.
After all, there you were, lying on your side in the middle of the bed, strong arms wrapped around your waist while one of the hedgehog’s hands delicately explored the warm surface of your stomach in a provocative way.
From time to time, his fingers slid just below your navel, sending shivers through you with the rush of sensations and leaving you increasingly restless from the heat pooling between your legs.
Silver pressed his body closer against yours, letting you feel every small muscle against your back, his legs tangling with yours. His muzzle was buried at the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply.
Tentatively, he slowly slid his tongue along your skin, testing your reaction, until you let out a soft whimper, unable to hold the sound back.
“I love the sounds you make…” he whispered in a husky voice near your ear, his hands provocatively slipping under your shirt until they finally found the soft, warm curves there.
He wasted no time cupping and massaging them, he loved that more than anything, feeling that soft, comfortable skin against his palms.
His thumb brushed over the most sensitive spot, making your body arch slightly as you bit your lip.
“Hm, you’re really sensitive today…” he chuckled softly, continuing his ministrations. His other hand grabbed your thigh, pulling it back and draping it over his hip, opening you up more for him.
“And what am I supposed to do… with you touching me like this…” Your voice came out a little shaky as your breathing grew heavier.
Those simple touches were already almost enough to push you to your limit, but you still tried to resist and hold on. You nearly let out another embarrassing sound when his free hand began to slip past the waistband of your pants.
The hedgehog settled in behind you, his muzzle finding a better spot along the curve of your neck, perfectly positioned to catch every small sound you made.
His hand didn’t pause on its journey, two fingers found the perfect warm spot, sliding in quickly and beginning steady, repetitive motions. Your body jerked slightly, making you squeeze your eyes shut and clutch the bedsheet beneath you for support.
But Silver had already noticed what that meant.
“So close already?” he laughed, husky and playful. “Guess I’m doing something right…” That slight pressure against his fingers only encouraged him to keep going. He himself grew breathless as his body heated up, his hips seeking some relief against the perfect curve of your backside.
But to both of your disappointment, a sudden sharp, continuous sound echoed through the apartment, making you both widen your eyes and freeze in place.
That was when Silver realized what it was.
“The kettle…” he sighed heavily, frowning.
“The kettle?” you repeated, trying to steady yourself after the intense moment, even though his fingers were still perfectly positioned there.
“Yeah… I forgot it on the stove,” he said in a frustrated tone, clicking his tongue as he pulled his hands back and adjusted your clothes before getting up from the bed, wiping the excess moisture from his fingers on the fur of his leg.
“You’d better hurry… we don’t want the apartment catching on fire,” you commented with a soft laugh, sitting up on the bed. Silver smiled faintly, his fur and quills were completely disheveled, and his walk was awkward.
“I won’t be long,” he said, leaving the bedroom with quick steps.
His hurried footsteps echoed through the apartment, followed by muffled sounds from the kitchen, and the sharp noise slowly began to fade. Soon you could smell the pleasant scent of chamomile tea.
With some effort, you decided to get up and follow him, maybe you could have some of the sweet drink before resuming your activities in the bedroom.
Stopping at the kitchen doorway, your eyes followed the white hedgehog as he finished quickly cleaning the stove.
“Can I have a sip?” you asked. Silver jumped slightly in surprise, looking startled before softening his expression.
“Of course…” He smiled, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring the tea before turning and walking over to you. “Careful… it’s really hot.”
Your hands wrapped around the mug’s handle, never breaking eye contact with his golden eyes. As you took slow sips of the drink, the hedgehog stood there in front of you, that heated look fixed on you, clearly just waiting for you to finish so you could return to your intimacy.
But that didn’t happen, because suddenly, there were light knocks at the apartment door.
Silver’s brow immediately furrowed and his ears drooped.
“Oh no… what now…?” he muttered, huffing softly as he glanced toward the door.
“You should answer… it might be important,” you said, placing a hand on his chest and giving him a playful push. Reluctantly, he stepped away from you.
He reached the door, peered through the peephole, and sighed deeply before unlocking and opening it.
“Silver! I thought you weren’t home…” an elderly voice said. “Look, the light in my hallway burned out, and at my age it’s dangerous to climb ladders…” the woman began explaining.
The hedgehog subtly turned his face toward you, his expression one of complete defeat. You covered your mouth, stifling a laugh, he was clearly very frustrated.
“Could you change the light bulb for me with your powers?” the old woman finally asked.
You stepped a little closer to the door and saw the neighbor, it was almost comical that the light had gone out at that exact moment.
“Of course he can help,” you answered. Silver stayed silent; annoyed as he probably was, helping the elderly neighbor was important, especially since she lived alone.
“Alright, alright… I’ll go… just give me a minute…” the hedgehog muttered. The woman nodded and slowly walked back to her apartment.
“There you go… saving the world, one light bulb at a time,” you laughed, teasing him.
Silver grumbled softly, suddenly turning to grab your chin and pull you into a quick kiss.
“Wait for me in bed,” he said warmly.
“You got it… if the universe doesn’t decide to interrupt again,” you laughed, watching his ears droop.
“I’m hoping there won’t be any more interruptions,” he said at last, releasing you and rushing out of the apartment, eager to change that light bulb as fast as he could.
The living room was dimly lit, curtains drawn, relying only on a small corner lamp and the kitchen light to make out the space in the shadows.
When you got home from work, you expected it to be an ordinary night as usual. Scourge ordered a pizza, and the two of you waited for dinner.
But a reckless idea crossed his mind.
And now there you were, comfortably positioned on his lap, your knees pressed into the couch cushions while the hedgehog sat back, one firm hand gripping your backside to keep you from falling back.
Scourge was eagerly occupied with your lips, panting and huffing during the brief pauses for air in the long make-out session that had already lasted several seconds.
The idea had seemed simple, a quick moment between the two of you until the pizza arrived, since delivery usually took forever.
Scourge’s hand fidgeted impatiently at your waistband, growing more desperate to see more skin, until he finally found your zipper and buttons, clumsily working them open.
“Fuck, I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day…” he muttered roughly. “Lift up a bit for me, babe, lemme get this off…” He tugged the clothing halfway down.
“Feeling that impatient, huh?” you laughed softly, deliberately not lifting yourself yet to tease him.
“C’mon…” Scourge growled under his breath, trying to pull the shorts down further. “Before I lose my patience…”
You were just about to tease him a little more, just to see his reaction.
When suddenly the loud ring of the doorbell echoed through the room.
Scourge froze, clicking his tongue and grumbling in irritation.
“Son of a bitch, right now…” he huffed in frustration, stopping everything and pointedly ignoring the sound.
“Scourge… aren’t you going to answer the door?” you asked, gently holding his wrist.
“I ain’t answerin’ that… whoever it is, it’s their damn problem,” he snarled, moving his muzzle toward your throat, determined to lose himself in you again and forget the outside world.
“What if it’s the pizza?”
“Ya gotta be kiddin’… they’re always late. No way they decided to be fast today,” he muttered unhappily, grinding his teeth, until his ears flattened back at another long, sharp ring of the doorbell.
“You should check… I’ll wait right here,” you said, planting a quick kiss on his cheek as you carefully climbed off his lap. His fur was completely mussed.
“Alright, alright… damn it… gotta interrupt me right now, huh…” he complained as he walked off, running his fingers through his quills and fur to fix himself and avoid suspicion.
Quickly straightening yourself, you followed into the hallway, curiosity getting the better of you.
Scourge unlocked the door and opened it with more force than necessary, coming face to face with a young delivery guy holding two pizza boxes under one arm and a phone in the other.
The hedgehog’s ears drooped, and you couldn’t help but giggle, it really was the pizza, possibly a new record for fastest delivery. You could practically feel Scourge’s frustration radiating off him.
He pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket, paid for the food, and took the boxes, his scowl never leaving. He turned back toward you, his expression bordering on despair.
“Scourge, good evening!” a voice called from the hallway, making him clench his fists and grind his teeth.
Sighing deeply, he turned to see one of the younger neighbors, the one who had been trying to befriend him for a while now, despite Scourge resisting with everything he had.
“What do you want?” Scourge snapped, far harsher than necessary, angling his body toward the door as the annoying neighbor conveniently blocked it from being slammed shut.
“Man, you won’t believe what happened today…” the guy started.
You knew that neighbor well, once he started talking, he could easily go on for an hour, completely unfazed by your boyfriend’s acidic remarks.
You stayed there for a while, simply enjoying the sight. Slowly, Scourge turned his head toward you, a nearly pleading look on his face, silently begging you to save him.
You just smiled. He liked attention, so a few minutes of neighborly conversation wouldn’t hurt.
He’d probably be ten times more desperate once he finally got rid of the unwanted visitor and came back to you. And honestly, you didn’t mind. It was fun watching him squirm a little.
