MDNI: NSFW, smut, breeding kink, fandoms: jjk, twst, bllk, hsr, genshin, dol. (Does this count as yandere? Yes. I see this as yandere childe ngl)
-Men who absolutely use your hole like a personal cumdump even after you've already fucked for hours in every position imaginable just to make damn sure it's ovulation time and you're primed to get properly knocked up with their seed.
-Men who love ruining your hole, having your face-down in doggy style, pounding you from behind while they pin your fingers hard against the bed, interlocking theirs with yours so tight you can't pull away even if you wanted to, skin slapping skin relentlessly
-Men who go completely feral at the thought of you carrying their kid, belly swollen with their baby and the idea of your tits heavy and leaking milk makes their eyes roll back while fucking you
-Men who baby-trap you because they're selfish piecrs of shit, lonely as hell, and desperate to give you a permanent reason to stay by breeding your cunt and tying you to them forever
While trying to impress you, they hit your face with the ball.
Rin Itoshi
"You sure you want to play goalkeeper?"
Rin doesn't even bother hiding the doubt in his voice as he places the ball down. You simply grin, stretching your arms before standing in front of the goal.
"Come on. Score if you can."
He just exhales through his nose. There is no way he is going to use his full power. He only wanted to show you how precise his shots are, not send you to the hospital.
So he carefully aims for the upper left corner and swings his leg.
The ball slices through the air exactly where he intended.
But then, you suddenly jump and his eyes widen.
"...Move!"
Too late.
THUD!
The ball crashes directly into your face with enough force to send you stumbling backward onto the grass.
Rin's entire body goes cold.
For a split second he simply stares, then he's running.
"Hey!"
He's kneeling beside you before anyone else can even react, his hands hovering over your face without actually touching you.
"...Look at me."
Blood slowly trickles between your fingers and his stomach drops.
"...Shit."
His breathing becomes uneven as he carefully moves your hands away just enough to inspect the injury.
Your nose is already swelling.
So without waiting for permission, he gently helps you up and practically escorts you all the way to the hospital himself.
The doctor later confirms the nose isn't broken but it'll leave a bruise for few days. Luckily nothing more serious.
But the relief barely lasts, because the embarrassment comes crashing down all at once.
"I wanted to impress them but instead I hit them and almost I broke their nose..."
He sits outside the examination room with both elbows on his knees, hiding his face behind his hands.
"...Idiot." He mutters it to himself.
By the time you're discharged, he's already made his decision.
He quietly walks beside you until you reach the hospital entrance before finally speaking.
"...I'm sorry." His gaze stays fixed on the pavement. "I'll stop bothering you."
You blink. "What?"
"I embarrassed myself enough while trying to show off." His ears are already turning pink. "But I ended up breaking your nose. There's no coming back from that."
He lets out a small, defeated sigh. "So...I'll stay away."
For a few seconds, you simply stare at him. Then...
"You know Rin, even though the ball hit my face..."
He squeezes his eyes shut.
"...You still scored."
His shoulders freeze.
"You were aiming for the top corner while holding back." You smile despite the bandage across your nose. "That's honestly amazing."
His face slowly turns bright red.
"...Don't compliment me right now.
"But I meant it."
His ears somehow become even redder. "...You're impossible."
He turns away completely, covering the lower half of his face with one hand so you can't see the shy smile threatening to appear.
He had spent the entire afternoon convinced he'd lost every chance he ever had with you.
Instead, you are now praising his goal.
Yoichi Isagi
"Watch this."
Isagi places the ball a few meters away from the brick wall of the training grounds before glancing over at you. There is an unmistakable sparkle of confidence in his eyes today. After improving so much lately, he couldn't help wanting to show off just a little.
"What?" you laugh. "Trying to impress me?"
His face immediately grows warm.
"I-I just wanted to show you something."
You point toward a tiny, almost invisible crack high up on the wall.
"If you're so confident... hit that."
He looks where you're pointing before grinning.
"...Easy."
He takes a few steps back and then his body moves exactly as he's practiced thousands of times.
BOOM!
The ball strikes the exact spot you'd pointed at.
"...See?" he says proudly.
Then his smile disappears.
Because the ball rebounds much harder than either of you expected... Straight toward you.
"Look out!"
You barely have time to turn your head.
THWACK!
Pain explodes across your face as the ball slams into your nose.
You stumble backward, one hand flying to your face.
"...Ow..."
The moment Isagi sees blood seeping between your fingers, every ounce of color drains from his face.
"...No."
He runs to you so quickly he nearly trips over himself. "I'm so sorry!"
He carefully holds your shoulders, terrified of making things worse.
"Can you look at me? Does anything else hurt? Are you dizzy? I'm sorry."
The apologies don't stop.
Even while helping you sit down... "I'm sorry." While grabbing an ice pack... "I'm sorry." While the school nurse checks your nose... "I'm really, really sorry."
The nurse eventually sighs.
"You've apologized enough."
"I haven't." He looks absolutely miserable.."If I hadn't tried to show off..." He lowers his head. "...this wouldn't have happened."
Later the doctor confirms your nose isn't broken, but it's badly bruised and swollen.
Isagi walks you home in complete silence.
Every few steps he'd glance toward your face before looking away again.
By the time you reach your door, he finally speaks.
"...I think I ruined everything."
"What?"
"I wanted you to think I was cool." He laughs weakly. "Instead I kicked a football into your face. So..."
He forces a smile. "I guess this is where I give up."
You stare at him.
"Give up?"
"I don't think there's any coming back from that."
You can't help smiling.
"You know, you actually hit exactly where I told you to. That rebound wasn't exactly your fault. And honestly..."
You chuckle.
"That shot was really cool."
His brain completely short-circuits.
"...Huh?"
"You've gotten really good."
His entire face turns bright red.
"...P-Please don't say that..."
"But it's true."
He quickly covers his face with both hands.
"I don't think my heart can take compliments right now..."
Meguru Bachira
"Watch carefully!"
Bachira practically bounces around the field before the demonstration even starts. "My monster's in a really good mood today!"
"So are you."
"Exactly!"
He laughs brightly before beginning to dribble. The ball dances around him as if it were attached to his feet by invisible strings. Left. Right. Spin. Heel flick. Rainbow flick.
You clap, genuinely impressed.
"You're showing off."
"I know!" He flashes you a grin so wide it almost hurts to look at. "I want you to think I'm cool!"
His honesty makes you laugh.
He spins one more time before trying an especially flashy touch.
"...Oops."
His foot presses on the ball harder than he intended. And it rockets right towards you.
"...Eh?"
Neither of you reacts fast enough.
THUD!
It smacks directly into your face.
You yelp, clutching your nose.
"...NO!"
He immediately tries to run toward you. Except...
He steps directly onto the football.
"...Whoa—" His feet shoot out from underneath him.
BAM!
He lands face-first on the grass.
You both remain motionless for several seconds.
"My face..." You groan.
"My nose..." Bachira mumbles into the grass.
The silence lasts only a moment before you accidentally glance at each other. And suddenly you both burst into laughter..
His nose is red so is yours. It hurts too a lot. Which somehow makes you laugh even harder.
Bachira eventually crawls over to you on his knees.
"I'm sorry..." He gently hands you a towel. "I really wanted to impress you. Instead I knocked you over... and then knocked myself over."
"You definitely did."
He pouts.
"My monster betrayed me." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "...Do you still think I'm cool?"
You smile.
"I think you're adorable."
He freezes, rhen slowly hides his burning face behind both hands.
"...Monster... I think I'm in trouble."
Seishiro Nagi
"This is pointless." Nagi lazily spins the football beneath his foot while looking at the goal. "You'll never block it."
You fold your arms.
"You haven't even tried."
"...Sounds like a hassle."
"Scared?"
He sighs. "...Fine."
He walks several steps back before glancing toward you standing proudly in front of the goal.
"Ready?"
"Always."
He barely puts any effort into the shot. At least, that's what it looks like...
But the ball flies toward the corner with terrifying speed.
Your instincts kick in and you dive.
Unfortunately, you dive directly into the path of the ball.
THUD!The impact sends you falling onto your back.
Nagi's eyes widen. "...Eh?"
The football rolls harmlessly into the goal He doesn't even look at it.
Instead, he immediately runs toward you.
Actually runs.
"Hey." He kneels beside you almost instantly.."...Look at me."
You remove your hand from your face just enough for him to see the swelling beginning around your nose.
"...Crap." His usual lazy expression completely disappears. "I'm sorry."
His voice is unusually quiet.
"Does it hurt?"
"...Yeah."
"...I'm really sorry."
He carefully helps you sit up before holding an ice pack against your cheek.
For once, he doesn't complain. He doesn't call anything troublesome. He simply stays beside you the entire time.
And later that evening, after the doctor assures both of you that your nose isn't broken but will bruise badly, Nagi walks you home.
Neither of you says much. Eventually, he scratches the back of his neck.
"...Well... I guess I messed up."
"You did."
"...Yeah." He sighs dramatically. "I just lost every chance I had of impressing you."
You stop walking. "...What?"
His eyes slowly widen. "...Did I say that out loud?"
"You did."
His ears immediately turn pink. "...That's... a bigger hassle than the football."
You can't help laughing.
"So... You were trying to impress me?"
He hides the lower half of his face inside the collar of his hoodie. "...Yeah...Guess that plan failed."
You smile softly.
"I don't know. I mean, the shot was amazing."
Nagi blinks. "...You still think it was cool?"
"I do."
He stares at you for a long moment before quietly looking away, his ears burning.
"...What a hassle."
But despite the words, the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips refuses to disappear.
Tabito Karasu
Karasu has been looking forward to today for almost a week.
He casually invites you to watch his practice, pretending it isn't a big deal, but in reality, he spent the entire morning planning which tricks and shots will make him look the coolest in front of you.
"Don't mess this up," he mutters to himself.
From the sidelines, you can't help smiling as you watch him. Every now and then he glances your way with that smug grin, clearly trying to act as if he isn't performing specifically for you.
You decide to tease him a little.
Instead of calling his name, you quietly walk around the side of the field, wanting to surprise him from behind the goal.
At that exact moment, Karasu traps the ball with one foot before winding up for a powerful shot.
He looks up, his eyes meet yours and his heart stops.
Because you're standing exactly where he has aimed.
"Move!"
It's already too late.
THUD!
The ball strikes your face head-on.
You stumble backward, immediately covering your nose as pain shoots through your face.
"...Ow..."
Karasu stands frozen. Then he drops everything and sprints toward you.
For the first time since you've met him, he can't even speak.
"Hey!"
His usual teasing voice is completely gone.
He carefully pulls your hands away just enough to check your face, his own expression growing paler when he sees blood.
"...Shit I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." His fingers tremble slightly as he makes sure you're still conscious. "You alright? Can you hear me?"
The confident flirt who always has something clever to say suddenly can't find a single joke.
After the doctor confirms it's not anything threatening, Karasu insists on walking you home.
Neither of you says much. His hands stay buried in his pockets as he stares at the pavement.
Finally, he lets out a dry laugh.
"...Guess that's it."
"Hm?"
"I spent weeks trying to flirt with you." He shakes his head. "I thought today, I will finally impress you. Insteaf, I broke your nose."
He rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet your eyes. "There goes every chance I have."
You blink before laughing softly.
He sighs.
"...Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not. You looked pretty cool before I get hit. Your shot was amazing."
He stares at you for several seconds. Then, for the first time all afternoon, his cheeks slowly turn pink.
"...You're unbelievable."
Eita Otoya
"Watch this!" Otoya flashes you one of his signature carefree smiles before spinning the ball beneath his foot. "I've been practicing this just for today. So don't blink."
You laugh, folding your arms as you stand off to the side.
He loves making you smile. And If he looks cool while doing it, even better.
He flicks the ball into the air before striking it cleanly.
Only..
.He notices you moving at the last possible second. To get a better view.
"...Wait." His eyes widen. "...No!"
The ball flies straight toward you.
SMACK!
You drop to one knee, immediately grabbing your face.
"...Ow..."
"NO!" Otoya is already running before the ball even stops rolling. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO!"
He kneels beside you, completely panicking as blood slips between your fingers.
"I swear! I wasn't aiming at you! I just wanted to impress you!" He looks around frantically. "...Doctor!"
Without waiting for an answer, he takes off running at full speed.
You stare after him. "...Otoya?"
Five minutes pass.
Then ten.
You actually start wondering if he just abandoned you or not.
Just as you're about to text him, you hear shouting in the distance.
"WE'RE OVER HERE!"
Otoya comes sprinting back, completely out of breath.Behind him are a doctor, two trainers, someone carrying a first-aid kit... and somehow, a bouquet of flowers he'd apparently grabbed on the way.
He practically collapses beside you.
"I panicked..."
"I can see that."
"I thought if I come back empty-handed, you'll never forgive me."
Despite your aching face, you can't stop yourself from laughing.
When the doctor finishes treating you, Otoya sits beside you with his head hanging low.
"...I really think today was going to be different."
"What do you mean?"
"I wanted you to see me as someone cool. Instead..." He points at your bandaged nose. "...This happens." He sighs dramatically. "I'm finished."
"No you're not."
"You don't understand. I literally assaulted my crush with a football."
"...Your crush?"
His eyes widen. "...Forget I said that."
You smile.
"I don't think I can."
Ryusei Shidou
"Oi!" Shidou tosses the football onto the grass before grinning at you."Watch this!"
"You've said that five times already."
"Because it's gonna be sick!"
He kicks the ball into the air before attempting an outrageous volley.
It would've been perfect, if the ball didn't clip the crossbar and changed it's direction completely... Straight toward you.
THUD!
The impact echoes across the field.
You stagger backward, clutching your nose.
"...Ow..."
Shidou's grin vanishes.
"...OH, HELL NO!"
He sprints over so fast he almost tackles you himself.
"Oh no! I JUST HIT MY CRUSH! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
You slowly lower your hands from your face.
"...Your what?"
He freezes.
"...Ah." He blinks once, then rubs the back of his neck. "...Guess I wasn't supposed to yell that."
"You have a crush on me?"
"I mean..." He laughs. "You aren't exactly supposed to find out because of..." He points toward your nose. "...that."
Despite the situation, you can't help laughing.
"You confess by giving a nose injury?"
"Look..." He sighs dramatically. "I had better plans."
Later, after making absolutely certain you're alright, Shidou sits beside you outside the clinic.
"I seriously think I blow it."
"You kind of did."
"Yeah. I nailed my crush in the face." He groans loudly. "That's gotta be the worst confession in history."
You laugh and he looks over at you before smiling sheepishly.
"...At least now you know."
Michael Kaiser
"You trust me, don't you?"
"...Not particularly."
Kaiser places a polished red apple on top of your head with theatrical elegance.
"You wound me, Schatz"
"I feel like you're about to wound me."
He ignores the comment, instead smiles confidently.
"No you're about to observe perfection."
He steps backward. The field seems to grow quieter.
"I'm going to strike the ball. The apple will fall. And you will witness true genius."
You stare at him.
"This sounds like a terrible idea."
"It is only terrible for those without talent."
He smirks before taking his shot and the ball flies exactly where he intends.
Unfortunately... You flinch. And the slightest movement changes everything.
Kaiser quickly walks over, trying very hard to maintain his dignity despite the panic beginning to show.
"...It's alright. My Empress can withstand something like—"
You look up with murderous eyes. "...The fuck do you mean my Empress?"
For the first time in a long time... Michael Kaiser forgets how to speak and his face slowly becomes bright red.
"...I... That..." Kaiser covers his mouth with one hand, completely mortified. "...I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Yet..."
"You've been calling me 'my Empress' this whole time?"
"...Internally."
"...Internally?"
"...This is a disaster."
For the rest of the trip to the hospital, Kaiser is unusually quiet.
He walks half a step behind you, carrying your bag without being asked, occasionally glancing at your bandaged nose before immediately looking away.
By the time the doctor confirms you'll be fine, he has convinced himself there's no recovering from this.
As the two of you step outside, he lets out a defeated sigh.
"...I wanted you to remember me as someone impressive." He laughs bitterly. "Instead, you'll remember me as the idiot who kicks a football into your face while calling you 'my Empress.'"
You look at him for a moment before smiling despite your bruised nose.
"...To be fair, you looked pretty cool right up until the part where you hit me. You almost pull it off."
He immediately smirks. "So you do understand, right? That it happened because you moved?"
partners who wake you up with their tongue lapping at your cunt, slipping between your slick folds and circling around your clit, making you jolt awake from your slumber. your hand reaches for their hair, pulling and grasping at the strands.
your orgasm comes sweetly, washing over you like warm water and leaving you half-lidded. but before you can fall back asleep, they continue — mouth not leaving your over-sensitive pussy as they lap up your cum, drinking it down like water.
your moans turn into yelps and pleas of "wait- stop!" as overstimulation takes over, making you shake and tremble. your hands grasp at their shoulders as you try to pry them up.
"i'm up! i'm up!" you shout, fists weakly pounding on their back as they finally pull back from your sensitive sex, a string of spit and slick connected to their chin.
"good morning, princess," they say with a smug smile as your left huffing and puffing, "rise and shine."
your boyfriend ryusei shidou comes home after an intense match with a lot of pent up energy to get rid of
cw ⋆.˚ smut, female!reader, established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, just a lot of sex all over the fucking apartment (kitchen, couch, floor, bedroom), fingering, squirting, choking, pet names (baby, sweet thing, sweetheart, pretty girl), nipple play, hair grabbing, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praise, oral (f), multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, pussy slapping, mating press, backshots, prone bone, overstimulation, he just ruins the fuck out of you
wc ⋆.˚ 2.6k
a/n ⋆.˚ god i fucking need the crazy bitch to destroy me immediately
you know better than to egg on your boyfriend further when he’s high off of an intense game. he’s singing at the top of his lungs, yelling insults to nobody out of the car window as he– surprisingly, given his manic state of mind– transports you two home safely.
but, the way he’s glistening in sweat and the intoxicating musky scent of his salted skin and residual cologne reaches your nose is driving you insane. and you, in fact, don’t know better in that moment.
“mmm, bet it feels so good to win, baby,” you purr only seconds after stepping into the apartment, leaning over the marble island in the kitchen with your elbows planted on the patterned surface, purposefully sticking your ass out.
every fiber of his being is throbbing, rushing with adrenaline, as he drops his duffle bag by the front door before kicking it shut. “you fuckin’ know it.” he grins, wild and free.
“why don’t you come get your reward?” you smirk, licking your lips hungrily as you wiggle your ass temptingly a bit more.
his eyes are loaded with lust and lack of self-control as he inches closer to you, caging his arms on either side of your body. he slides his aching bulge against your clothed ass, slow and deliberate, hissing before he drops his mouth beside your ear.
“my reward, huh?” he chuckles, nibbling on the helix, “what do you have f’me?”
you’ve been dating shidou long enough to know that he is crazy far beyond his striking, noisy personality, and he is never one to shy away from showcasing that in the bedroom.
he hasn’t touched you like that in a while, though, having been so caught up in the soccer season with training and the like that you rarely have time as of late. if you do have the opportunity to have sex, it’s either slowly on the brink of exhaustion and him falling asleep in the middle of it or a quickie to fire him up before practice.
your body is craving so much more, salacious emotions rushing through your veins to no end.
and now, shidou’s energy is extending far past how it has been recently, so by all means, how could you pass up the opportunity?
“take me,” you thrum, throwing your ass back against him and he sucks in his teeth. “do whatever the fuck you want to me, i’m all yours.”
he coos in amusement as he leans back up. “shit, you’re givin’ me a lot of free reign here. you sure you want that?”
your stomach twists. is he insinuating that he’s only been showing you the tip of the iceberg this whole time? “is there a reason i shouldn’t?” you tease, turning your head to look over your shoulder at him.
“dunno,” he shrugs, but his smile says otherwise. it’s sick and dark and you’re already dripping at what it might mean. “there’s still a lot you haven’t seen yet.”
your eyes perk up, then you straighten yourself out and turn your body around to face him. you grip the collar of his shirt and force him down from your level, taking him by surprise. “well, what are you waiting for?” you hum, breath ghosting his lips as your eyes flicker to them. “give me everything you’ve fucking got.”
his laugh is raucous just before he slams his lips onto yours, one hand chasing your throat as the other grabs your ass to pick you up and place you atop the island. his arm slides behind your back to assist you safely as he flattens it onto the cool surface with careful force by your neck, gripping your thigh only seconds later to pull your lower body aggressively towards him to hang off the edge just enough to allow him easier access. he steps between your parted thighs, clashing his teeth against yours as he dips his hand beneath your panties recklessly– thank fuck you decided to wear a skirt– pinching and rubbing all along your puffed clit while his fingers tighten around your pulse point.
you groan, toes curling already as he rips your panties off of you, bunching your skirt up around your waist to make space for his hands to reach every inch of your sopping cunt. his fingers are lewd and merciless, palm smacking against your delicate nub with each determined thrust inside of your hole. your body is recoiling, choked sobs passing through your mouth into his as he takes you without reservation, making sure the apartment is full of the greedy squelch of your slick.
“fuck,” he moans against your lips, “you’re fuckin’ drippin’ all over my damn hand, baby, and you’re not even comin’ yet.” he picks up his pace, ruthless and voracious, as he sends curls deep into your throbbing walls. you cry out, back arching off the countertop. “jesus,” he huffs, the sounds of your splashing arousal growing louder by the second, “fuck, c’mon, sweet thing,” he grits his teeth, sucking on your tongue with resolve, hand around your throat holding you possessively in place. he breaks the kiss so he can lift his head and look at you, smiling heinously as your eyes role violently with each brutal punch of his digits. “you’re so pretty like this,” he sings, “like you’re losin’ your fuckin’ mind over these damn fingers. so fucked out and precious.”
“fuck, ryu!” you scream, digging crescents into his shoulders, ungodly sounds spilling off of your tongue, “i’m gonna fucking c–come!”
“let me see it, baby,” he taunts, “soak my hand with that pretty fuckin’ pussy of yours f’me.”
the coil in your stomach finally snaps with a sharp cry, cum splattering out of your hole all over his palm and the kitchen floor.
“thaaat’s it,” he drags, huffing out an elated laugh, “fuckin’ filthy, mmm’gonna ruin this sweet cunt for fuckin’ hours tonight.”
you wrap your legs around his torso as he’s tearing away you from the kitchen counter, bodies stumbling across the tile floor towards the living room while he filthily sucks your release off of his fingers. “tastes like fuckin’ heaven, baby.” he lands a seat on the couch as he sets you down onto your feet, desperately pulling at your clothes to get them off of you. you oblige, ridding your shirt and skirt hastily, him doing the same with his workout clothes. he’s yanking you to straddle his lap before you have a second to breath once you’re fully bare, his thick cockhead brushing teasingly against your clit once you’re sat on him. you let out a whimper, and shidou twitches beneath you.
“gonna make me come just from hearin’ those slutty little sounds, sweetheart,” he licks his lips, “won’t you be a good girl and let me fill up your cunt when i do?” he leans forward to slide his tongue across your supple breasts, sucking sloppily at your perked nipples with loud, satisfied groans. “you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
you tug at his hair, grinding your hips along his thick base, sweet whines pouring out of your mouth. “fuck, p–please,” you huff, “need your cock, baby– want you to stuff me full.”
he leans back against the couch to reposition himself, sliding into your honeyed cunt with ease and a gratified exhale. “so tight f’me,” he grunts, “sorry i haven’t been payin’ her enough attention these days.” he grips your hips and slams his cock against your cervix, your body falling limp into his chest from the intense pleasure. he chuckles, moving to grab your hair and nape of your neck to continue his brutal blows inside your warm walls. you unceasingly clench around him. “fuck, she’s so happy to see me.”
spit dribbles down your chin as he pistons his thick, leaky cock into your hole, animalistic growls erupting from his throat while he’s filling every inch. his bulbous tip drags against your gummy spot and you scream, beginning to meet his thrusts halfway as you slide along him pathetically.
“mmm’fuck!” you gasp, squeezing his length selfishly, “feels so– ah, ah– jesus christ!”
he grits his teeth as he drives into your tummy, head pushed back enough to watch the way your face twitches so beautifully. your jaw is slack and your eyes are so glossy with lust that he’s so fucking close.
“fuck, fuck,” he moans, pulsing into your crevices, “‘m gonna stuff this fuckin’– ngh– you feel so perfect, i c–can’t stop.” he’s focused on nothing else but slamming his hips against you, the filthy pornographic plaps of his fat cock stretching you out with each brutal thrust. his thick vein catches your inner ridges and he chokes, hips stuttering violently as he spills hot, creamy white into your hole. “fuck!” he cries, shallow drives into you riding him through his high. he sucks in his teeth and pulls back to watch how you spread his cum all over his now creamy cock, and he’s huffing loudly, so sensitive and itching to feel you more.
he senses you beginning to drip around him, picking you up with resolve as he drops your bodies onto the floor, forcing your legs over his shoulders while he stuffs your sopping cunt erratically, thumb pressed firmly against your puffy clit. you sound and feel like sin; shidou’s growls are loud and echoing off the apartment walls as you start shaking violently.
“c’mon,” he huffs, sliding his engorged tip along your pleasure point, “squirt all over this fuckin’ dick, baby, let me see you.”
“ryu!” you cry his name, heat in your stomach twisting viciously, “‘mmm’so close–”
he sends a slap to your cunt and you scream, finally releasing hot splashes of your sweet juice down the sides of his cock. he’s laughing, blissed out by the way you feel around him, so warm, wet, and wrecked.
he can’t help it. his groans are piercing as he comes again, a seemingly never ending stream of hot white filling your assaulted hole to the brim. “such a good girl,” he grits, “see how you’re takin' me? fuck, she’s suckin’ me in. so damn greedy.”
he pulls out of you abruptly then dips his head down to your ruined cunt, sloppily licking and sucking at your folds to swallow every drop of your cum and his own.
“give me another,” he murmurs, quick kitten-licks flicking into your sensitive clit and you choke, hands flying into his hair and pulling at it hard as you spill into his mouth, body vibrating and toes curling from your orgasm.
“more,” you whimper, bliss flowing through your veins, “i–i want more.”
in that moment, shidou snaps– something you haven't see from him yet– and he yanks you up with him from the floor, carrying you rushing into the bedroom. you barely make it there before he has you thrown onto the mattress, ass up and face pressed into the sheets by firm grip of his broad palm splayed across the back of your skull.
“you want me to destroy you, that what you’re lookin’ for?”
he slides his fingers through your sensitive folds while he grips your hair and you sob. “please, yes! fuck– ruin me, baby!”
his smile is ominous and powerful, another slap to your cunt pulling a loud cry out of you.
“this will be fun.” he hums.
the air is ripped from your lungs as shidou slams into you, tip meeting your cervix with an unforgiving punch. your body jolts and you grip the sheets, drool coating the cotton. he doesn’t start steady, no, he drives into you at full force, pelvis slapping diabolically against your plush ass with each thrust.
his fingers play with your abused clit, body crying out in pleasure with each calculated circle, walls pulsing wildly around his thick cock as the searing stretch courses through your veins. it’s been far too long that your cunt is still fighting to adjust to his size.
“jesus christ,” he moans, “pussy’s workin’ so hard to t–take all of me,” throwing your ass back against him by the ruthless rubs on your bundle of nerves, “love you and this pretty little cunt s’fuckin’ much.”
“it’s so s–sensitive,” you hiccup, surprised you were even able to get the words out. he groans loudly as you clench around his leaky cock, white blobs of precum spreading along his length with your pussy. “i–i don’t– hic– can’t– fuck!”
he shoves your body down into the bed pugnaciously, prone boning you with unwavering devotion of his fingers on your swollen clit as you scream his name repeatedly, ungodly sounds like prayers crawling out of your throat with each grueling jab.
“oh, fuck!” shidou grits, hips shaking violently against your plush ass as he begins to loose stamina. “you’re squeezin’ me– fuck, tryin’ to suck out my cum, baby? that what you need?”
“god– yes, yes– mph’fuck!” you mewl, withering uncontrollably beneath him as white starts to flash behind your eyelids, “shit, shit– i’m gonna c–come–” he presses his middle and pointer into your pulsing clit with resolute, earth-shattering cries pouring out of you and inhaling ecstasy as their replacement like oxygen. “ryu, fuck!”
shidou’s moaning with you, jaw slack and eyes rolling violently as he relishes in the feeling of your cum cascading out of your sweet, perfect cunt along his cock and spilling all over the sheets. “mmmm, you’re such a good girl,” he thrums, tongue sliding up the side of your neck as he drops his chin into the divots, “fuck, you’re creamin’ on my damn cock, pretty girl.” you whimper as he bites into your shoulder, body convulsing in his hold. “so wrecked and perfect f’me.”
he grips your hair and yanks you up with him, your spine flat against his chest as he pounds into you ruthlessly, desperate to reach his own release again. his fingers are still working on your sex erratically– he needs to feel you fall apart one more time at least on his cock.
“ryu!” you choke, one hand thrown back to grip his thigh for leverage, the other flailing around aimlessly. “oh, fuck– oh, fuck!” you bite down on your lip hard, screaming and wailing so pathetically as he assaults your sensitive cunt, unbridled growl ringing through your ears. “fill me up!” you cry, “fuck, need you’re cum so bad, baby– ah hah– please, please, please–”
shidou folds completely when you beg him like that. “fuck,” he curses, sending you one final, deep thrust before he loses it and spurts his hot cum into your greedy cunt. he’s huffing loudly, cock stuttering against your hips as he propels a harsh slap against your aching clit and you spill out for him again. “god, yes,” he groans, laughing ecstatically as you soak him with your sweet slick. the filthy sloshes of his creamy dick moving in and out of your sodden pussy is making his entire body vibrate. “feels s’good, baby, mmm– shit– i don’t. wanna. stop.”
but he does, because now he’s exhausted, body collapsing– gently– onto your back as the two of you flatten onto the mattress once again. the room is met with quietude, though soft breaths and whines from your still shuddering bodies sneak past your lips every now and then.
“jesus, ryu,” you exhale a laugh, turning your head so you can see him through your peripheral, “you’re fucking crazy.”
he licks his lips then plants them on yours, kissing you delicately whilst he rolls your bodies onto their sides. he holds you close against your chest, inhaling the sweet scent of your vanilla shampoo and salty, sex-drenched skin.
“mmmm, but you love it.” he coos, “wish i could’ve gone longer, but fuck, i’m so tired.” he sighs languidly as his fingers feather along your torso from your neck down to your hips. he squeezes your curve there. “next time, we’re addin' the bathroom and balcony to the list.”
he pulled you tighter against his body, your nose nuzzled into his chest. the steady, gentle sound of his heartbeat helped to calm your fogged up mind.
“you’re amazing,” sae breathed contently into your hair. he closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “. . . perfect f’me.”
“yeah?” you murmured, slightly lifting your head to look at his serene expression.
“mhm,” he hummed. his lashes fluttered when he felt your hand rub soft lines up and down his back. “knew you could handle it.”
your motions stilled for just a moment, a tiny flush creeping up your neck. “yeah yeah. . . whatever.”
sae huffed, pulling back slightly and opening his eyes to scan your face. “i mean it,” he said with a serious tone. “you’re perfect for me.”
you gave him a small smile, making the sharpness in his eyes cool down to a soft gleam. he settled more flush against you again, resting his face in your hair.
for a few moments, all was quiet except for the steady breathing between you two.
then, you broke the silence. “we should give each other massages.”
sae blinked his eyes open again, looking at you with a heavy teal gaze. “massages?” he paused, genuinely analyzing if it’d be a good idea. to be honest, he was rather comfortable tucked right against you in bed. but . . . if it’s what you want? he’ll properly consider it. “sure,” he responded.
VIVIEN HUGO
the two of you both remembered exactly when the routine started. the routine being showering together after sex.
after having your first with each other, both of you were very particular about what to do after, given your shared fear of stds and infections or whatnot. well — that was your reason for showering with hugo. hugo may have had . . . different reasons.
the spraying of water softly bounced in your ears, alongside the rhythmic breathing of hugo right behind you. his hands cascaded along your body before he grabbed a washcloth.
“i wanna wash your body,” hugo mumbled as he grabbed the bottle of lavender-scented body wash.
“again?” you said.
he didn’t wait for any direct confirmation, rather beginning to lather the silky and foamy soap along your shoulder blades and arms. “don’t complain. i’m helping you out.”
you whined — but only to stimulate a reaction out of hugo. truthfully, you were completely at ease with the gentle presence of hugo behind you.
“hmph,” he huffed, continuing to wash your backside. “accept it, ma cherie. you’d be too weak to do it yourself.”
a tiny laugh escaped you. “what?”
he grabbed your shoulders for a moment, twisting your body around so you could truly see him. his soaked hair curtained his forehead, and his lashes dazzled with water droplets.
“after what i do to you?” he began, his eyes drifting downwards to your chest. he brought the washcloth to your skin, applying gentle circling movements to apply the soap. “all you need is rest. so let me just do everything for you for the night, yeah?”
you giggled, your head angling downwards as you watched him lathering soap along your ribcage. “‘kay. well then i’m not complaining.”
RYUSEI SHIDOU
the living room was accompanied with the lingering scent of sweet and spicy sauce and fried chicken. you lay on your back on the couch cushions, legs in the air and head resting off the couch. shidou sat on the floor right by you, still eating some of the korean fried chicken the two of you had ordered.
“ughhh,” you groaned, your voice outsounding the loud booms and roars from jurassic park playing on the tv.
shidou turned his head from the movie to look at you, wiping his mouth with a napkin before speaking. “what’s wrooonngg baby?” he coaxed with a grin.
“bloated,” you huffed curtly. “. . . feel gross.”
shidou’s attention abandoned his food and the movie completely. he shifted from where he sat, now sitting on his heels in front of you. you had to say goodbye of the upside down view of jurassic park, and rather see the frame of shidou.
“still beautiful,” shidou told you gruffly, his eyes tracing your figure. his gaze bore into yours. “besides, you’re prettiest when stuffed anyway.”
your cheeks warmed profusely. you quickly sat up, your head almost bonking shidou’s. “ryusei!”
shidou laughed chestfully, “m’being honest baby. you were just full of me not too long ago.”
you settled criss-cross on the couch, hugging a pillow in your lap as you looked down at shidou, who was still sitting on his knees.
“filthy monster,” you commented with no real bite, truthfully amused by him.
he giggled, sitting up and plopping right down beside you on the couch, his arms taking you to pull you flush against him. “and you loovvee your filthy monster.”
❤︎ ໋𓈒 shidou loves when you don’t wear any panties !
shidou loves when you walk around the house with no underwear. you’d be wearing only his shirt, or sometimes, he’d ask you to wear just a tank top, so that he can see your bare pussy on display. it’s a bit embarrassing, but you know it saves him the trouble of having to tug aside any bottoms or panties, giving him easier access whenever he wants to fuck you silly. and secretly, you love it. it always excites you knowing that he could just sneak up on you and pump his thick dick inside you.
so when he comes up behind you as you’re cutting fruit, his arm thrown around your waist as you giggle, “what’re you doing, ryu?”, he’s already lifting your baggy shirt up, revealing no panties as he starts rubbing circles on your pussy, feeling how wet you easily get. he lines himself up, pushing his cock into your tiny cunt, “aren’tcha so cute, sweetheart.”
it’s not long before you’re reduced to a whiny, babbling mess from shidou’s cock pounding your poor pussy stupid like a brute. you’re bent over, and you have him laughing behind you as you’re whining the most incoherent sounds, "so big, mmmuh! feels s'full, ahh—ah! ryuuu, mmn—haa~! uhnn~!”
“ya love this, huh? look at’cha, your pussy’s clenching ‘round me like a slut, baby.” he hums. and you do love it; you think you’d be completely content if you could stay like this forever.
and when he starts to groan, his thrusts getting harder and a little sloppier, asking you, “ryu’s gonna cum, baby. ya want that? c’mon, tell me.” but he doesn’t even give you time to answer before you his cock is twitching deep inside you, his warm cum spilling and flooding your pussy. his body tenses, “shitttt, take it, sweetheart.”
your back arches uncontrollably, and you’re practically crosseyed and becoming a drooling mess, “"aaaahngh, mmnnnn, r-ryuuuuu! s'too goood, mmnn-! wanna keep it, wan’ it all, hhhaaah, ‘s-sticky inside meee!”
he leans down to coo against your cheek, “ya can’t even talk, huh, stupid girl? got’cha all dumb...”, and you nod hastily, “aaah! haaah… mmmf, wanna—wanna—”
“wanna what, baby?” he kisses the side of your face, so amused from how desperate you are. “c’monnn, use your words, tell me.” you squirm in his grip, making the tiniest sound, “wanna.. bed… p-pleaseee..”
his hand slides down between your legs to press the mess in deeper. “ooohh, ya wanna get fucked again in bed? that it?”
“mhmmh!”, you’re completely gone, and you can feel him growing harder again, and it’s unbearable. you’re antsy for him to just fuck you again.
“ya too cute like this, baby.” he teases, picking you up effortlessly, arms under your thighs. “so dumb for my cum. ‘course i’m takin’ ya to bed.”
without a doubt, your boyfriend shidou was a freak. every time the both of you had have sex, he would always beg you if you guys could do it raw. but because you didn’t want to risk it, you always declined him.
however, since it was his birthday, maybe you could make an exception this time…?
“ryu– ryusei!” you whined, your boyfriend’s relentless pace made you scream with pleasure. shidou was no better than you, with every thrust, he moaned loudly. ranging from how well your pussy was taking him to degrading you— taking him like some whore.
he had you, face first into the pillow, back arching into a deep curve while he reached down to pull on your hair. “fuckk, baby your pussy is gonna kill me.” he let out a low groan, feeling you get even tighter than before.
“i’m gonna fill you up soo good,” he slapped your ass, reducing your current state to a babbling mess, all you could do was moan in response. no longer able to generate anymore reasonable thoughts.
his thrusts got harder but also messier, desperate to come inside your sweet pussy. shidou ryusei couldn’t have asked for a better birthday gift.
