After Sae has endured a long day of press interviews, he’s pent up, tired and just wants to go home. But you dressed up all pretty for him today, and you’re desperate for his attention.
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Sae would call you spoiled, no matter how much you tried to disagree with him. Rolling your eyes at him whenever he’d comment on it, as though you’d just asked him to buy you a new pair of shoes or the cute plushie you’d seen at the store last weekend (there was no point asking when he’d already bought it for you anyway, he thinks) — but Sae thinks you’re spoiled in far more than just wealth.
You’re spoiled enough that you get to see every single part of him. Even the sides he tries so hard to conceal and keep from everyone, especially his family. Breaking down the walls to the fortress he built around his heart that he swore was impenetrable until he met you.
And perhaps that’s why he indulges you so much. Allowing you to climb onto his lap after a long, arduous day of press interviews and meetings as you settle on either side of his muscular thighs. Pressing cherry-stained kisses against the corner of his lips as he tries to ignore the incessant throb in his pelvis in favour of you.
“You can’t wait until we get home?” He raises a brow, placing his phone face down on the arm of the sofa as he gives you his attention.
He’d just text his driver to bring the car around, hoping to get home as quickly as possible to take this suit off, relieve the aching throb in his bladder from back-to-back interviews and climb into the shower. And perhaps if he’s lucky round off his evening with your pretty lips around his cock—
“You’ve ignored me all day today.” You accuse, as though it’s his fault he’s neglected you for work, “There was barely even any reason for me to come.”
“Don’t start.” He growls, his Adam’s apple bobs as he feels your lips curl into a sultry grin against his cheek. His rough palms grip your hips as you deliberately grind yourself down on his soft cock as a raspy groan rumbles a the back of his throat, “I told you that you could stay at home, didn’t I?”
“It’s like sometimes you don’t even want me.” You pout, and Sae has to resist the urge to roll his eyes because it couldn’t be further from the truth. Another one of your elaborate fibs that you like to throw at him whenever you want some attention because you’re the only one he will ever want.
“Don't give me that shit,” He scoffs, giving your ass a playful spank that causes you to grind yourself down against him, “How could I ever want anyone else?”
Sae feels his cock buck to life beneath you. The warmth radiating through your panties engulfs him as his head lolls back against the couch, the constant throb from his bladder now replaced with desire as he feels his pelvis pulse when your lips meet his in a sultry kiss.
It’s mind-numbing the way your mouth seems to slot against his so perfectly, tilting your head to the side as you move together languidly. Your tongue strokes against the seam of his lips as they part for entrance and you delve deeper, brushing against his canines before he marches your movements. Stroking his tongue against every single crevice as though he’s trying to consume you whole, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss as he purposefully presses you down on his prominent bulge.
There isn’t time for this, not when the car is on its way. Wondering whether he’d be able to satiate you enough with his fingers before you both had to go downstairs. Or at the very least alleviate the tension enough to satiate you until you were settled in the back of the car, the blacked out windows offering enough privacy to offer you a moments reprieve.
It’s as though you choose for him, pressing yourself against his clothed cock with more urgency as you hold yourself against him. Peppering sticky kisses against the column of his throat as your teeth drag against his milky skin, grazing his pulse point as he feels the restraint he holds inside him slowly begin to crumble.
“You’re terrible, baby.” He groans, his warm palms splayed against your bare thighs as they slip beneath the hem of your dress. Pushing the fabric up to bunch around your waist as his thumbs dip into the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to your soft folds as he teases the hem of your panties.
“I’m terrible? When you’re the one that’s neglected me all day,” You pout, before breaking off into a moan as Sae’s thumbs stroke against your outer labia.
You gasp at the sensation, your lips parted in bliss as Sae takes the opportunity to stroke his tongue against your lips, tasting the saccharine hint of cherry from your gloss as he watches through half-lidded eyes as you continue to grind yourself against him.
But it isn’t enough. Unsatisfied as he pulls your panties to the side, groaning deep in his chest when he drags two knuckles through your slit to feel how drenched you are already. Your slick webs against his fingers as he pushes sharp precise circles against your clit, enough to have you writhing above him as your hands reach down to fiddle with the expensive silver buckle of his belt.
It doesn’t take much to have his heavy cock sheathed inside your drenched hole, heaving a contented sigh as he bottoms out inside you. The warmth surrounding him is just enough to have Sae feeling comfortable as the tension in his bladder begins to ease and is replaced by fierce electricity that shoots through his veins as you begin to bounce yourself on his length. Slender fingers smooth along your sides, palming your bouncing breasts through the pretty sundress you’re wearing before pulling the straps down to settle around your elbows. Exposing your tits to his gaze as he hums in satisfaction, pressing lingering kisses against the naked skin as his tongue slips out to flick against your taut nipples.
You move as though you’re using him for your pleasure, and you are — not that Sae minds. The corner of his lip curls into the slightest hint of a smile as he watches you try to get yourself off, rolling your hips so his cock drags against that velvety spot inside you that’ll have you seeing stars as your lips part in a near constant whine.
“You’re always so fucking noisy,” Sae tuts, and yet does not attempt to silence you as he spreads his thighs further apart, “Do you want someone to hear?”
“Am not.” You scrunch your nose in irritation, biting down on your kiss-bruised bottom lip in a feeble attempt to silence yourself, but it was barely worth the effort.
“Listen to yourself.” He sneers, rough fingers dip into the plush of your ass as he holds you tight. Spreading your cheeks as he palms them beneath his hands before he starts a rough pace, selfishly using you for his own pleasure as he moves you how he pleases, “Couldn’t even wait five minutes before you were jumping on my cock.”
“Sae, please.” You whined breathlessly, your head falling forward as he fucks himself into you.
“That desperate for me to treat you like a slut, is that it?” He grunts, “My pretty slut.”
His cockhead bumps your cervix with each forward thrust, his veiny cock catching against the ridges of your inner walls as you find yourself soaring towards your orgasm. The telltale throb begins to ebb in your pelvis as your clit cries out for attention, sliding your hand down between your connected bodies as you begin to press sloppy circles against the sensitive nub as Sae’s eyes follow your movements to watch—
“That’s it, baby.” He grunts, “You get yours.”
It’s all too much as you feel yourself nearing your release, pearly tears begin to bead in your lashes blurring your vision as you desperately try to blink them away. Your moans came out as debased pants as he kept his rough pace as the coil inside you snapped abruptly, forcing you into your climax as you cried out his name in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” He groans as he feels your tight cunt clench around him as you greedily vie to milk him of his release, burying your face in the apex of his neck as you breathe in the scent of his aftershave. Teeth grazing his clavicle as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before he feels his own orgasm surge through him like a tsunami, crashing into him in harsh waves as his thighs begin to shudder.
“Fuck, shit.” He snarls under his breath as you feel white ropes of heady cum begin to coat your inner walls, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he forces you to take all he’s got to give as he empties his balls inside you, “Take it—”
Your chest is heaving, and you think he’s finished filling you with all his potent spunk until you feel it— an unfamiliar warmth begins to spread inside you as your palms immediately shift to press against his chest, trying to pull yourself off his still painfully hard cock to no avail. The fierce grip he maintains on your hips keeps you flush against his pelvis as he fills you to the brim with a warm stream of piss that creates a flood inside you, his pubes tickle your clit as you let out an airy whine at the feeling. His cock works as a dam to keep you full as his hips continue to rock into you sloppily, the back of his skull pressed against the couch as he exhales through clenched teeth.
“Wait, Sae—” You try to call out to stop him, to escape the sensation but it’s futile.
He’s completely lost to the euphoria as his face contorts in bliss, revealing the whites of his eyes as the persistent ache in his bladder dissipates and is replaced by smouldering pleasure. Embarrassment begins to swirl inside your tummy at the debauched sight of him, your stretched walls continue to throb around his cock as some of his piss escapes around the base of his cock and soaks his pelvis and slacks. The lewd squelch is shameful as he gives a few more messy ruts, filling the room with the crude noise as you feel the heat burn against your cheeks and the wetness presses against your inner thighs.
It’s disgusting, depraved, you should be mortified— and yet your clit throbs with desire at the immoral sight. Your hips shift as you reach down to tug the hem of your dress up to take in the sight of him, his piss soaked into his grey Calvin’s as the fabric sticks to his skin. Positive it’s slathered all the way down to the leather couch beneath you as your cunt continues to pulse around him with want, already feeling the familiar heat beginning to build again in your pelvis as you roll your hips into him for some slight relief.
“Don’t you dare.” He grunts, tightening his grip on your hips to stop you from moving after he was the one to force a mixture of piss and cum into your innocent hole.
“Sae, I can’t believe you pissed in me.” You whined, feeling the moisture begin to soak into your panties as more of it leaked out of you. Cooling against the fabric as you shift your hips above him, both your eyes on where your bodies are connected as you watch more begin to escape your ruined hole.
“It’s your fault.” He grumbles, as though you were the one to press down on his bladder.
“You didn’t tell me you needed to pee!” You pout childishly, jutting out your bottom lip.
“I didn’t get a chance before you jumped me,” He rolled his eyes, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips as his chest continued to heave in his post-orgasmic haze.
“You make it sound like you didn’t want it.” You murmur, squealing when his softening cock begins to slip out of your stretched hole and you feel the final dregs of his piss dribble out of you.
Sae ignores you, instead his eyes are focused on the mess between your thighs as he drags two fingers through it. Feeling the warmth of his piss and cum mixed with your slick as he watches your body respond intently, throwing your head back with a sharp gasp.
“You make it sound like you didn’t want this.” He counters, mimicking your tone as he spreads your folds between his index and middle finger to tap your clit.
“I have to walk home like this,” You gasp at the contact, “That’s so embarrassing.”
No, he thinks, what was embarrassing is just how easily you had him submitting to you.
“You act as though I'm going to parade you through the streets like this," He deadpans with half-lidded eyes, feeling the damp back of your dress where it sits against his thighs, "You're only going to go downstairs and get into my car.”
“That still means someone could see,” You whine, your nose scrunched adorably as he had to resist the urge to kiss you.
“Yeah yeah, and who's problem is that?”
His, he thinks as he groans internally. Praying to whatever God was up there looking down on him that there wouldn’t be any paparazzi outside that would catch him in piss-soaked slacks on the walk to his chauffeur.
And if there was Sae was certain it would be all over social media by morning, and Shidou would never let him hear the end of it.
Warnings: 18+, not proofread, established relationship, piss.
These moments with Chigiri were few and far between since he’d entered the leagues, being one of the most in demand players in Japan meant early practises and even earlier nights, your boyfriend often exhausted by the time he’d make it home.
But some days were bliss, the quiet moments where it was just the two of you, no distractions from the outside world, and no football.
He’d cornered you on the way to the bathroom, calloused palms grabbing your hips to lift you up onto the counter. Ignoring your pleas that you needed to use the bathroom first, that you’d only be a second. Even more desperate by the fact that your boyfriend had you mere inches from the toilet, one turn in the small bathroom in your dingy apartment and you’d be seated right there… but for now Chigiri had other plans.
“Fuck, beautiful.” He groaned against your neck, teeth nipping at your jugular as he rut his hips against yours at a selfish pace. The pent up frustrations from the loss of his friendly match against Manshine City had him taking those frustrations out on you.
“Oh, shit.” You whined when he pushed your back against the freezing cold mirror, changing the angle slightly as he towered above you. Your thighs clung to either side of his lean hips as he continued his selfish pace, goosebumps prickled against your skin from the chill as the warmth emanating from between your thighs felt as though it was warming the entire room.
“So pretty for me,” He cooed softly, although his movements contradicted the sweet tone. Setting a brutish pace as he continued to pound into your tight walls, “Missed you.”
“Please, baby.” You whined, feeling the pleasure overtaking the desire to relieve yourself but only just. The tickling ebb still throbbing in your bladder, “Just lemme pee, I’ll be quick.”
“Fuck,” He grunted, “Can’t stop— feels too good.”
You felt his pace speed up, as though he was tempting you to do it— to relieve yourself while he was buried deep inside your tight cunt. But you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t. Even the idea of embarrassing yourself in such an intimate way had your cheeks flushed and your teeth gnawing your lower lip as he seemed to continue to tempt fate.
“Just do it,” He hummed, pressing his lips against your jaw, the soft stubble against his chin tickling you as you felt your walls throb around him as you relaxed, “I don’t care.”
The blasé attitude of your boyfriend who was usually so caring had your thighs quivering as you felt yourself dancing on the edge of your release. Just a few more thrusts and he would have you tripping over and into your bliss.
“Hyoma.” Your orgasm crashes through you in pleasurable waves as his name fell from your lips. The dull ache in your bladder forgotten momentarily as your entire body was filled with scorching hot pleasure.
White spots began to blank your vision as the pleasure of your climax flowed through every inch of you. No matter how many times Chigiri managed to captivate you in this state, you’d never tire of the feeling. The toe-curling euphoria was enough to set your entire body at ease, your muscles relaxing as you lay back and let him use you for his own pleasure. Expecting him to give a few more messy ruts of his hips and give you exactly what you wanted— the sweet sound of your name tumbling from his lips as he spilled his seed inside you.
But he kept going.
“I could do this all day, sweet girl.” Chigiri groaned, pressing searing hot kisses into your skin.
A steely look of determination on his face as he continued to drive his hips forward, hitting that same spot inside you. Your silky walls clenching around him in the post-euphoric glow as he grunts low and deep in his throat. Teeth clenched to stop himself from finding his own release, not just yet.
He hasn’t finished enjoying you.
“Baby, please. I told you, I gotta pee.” Your walls continued clamping down around him as he grunted against your collarbone, warm breath fanning your skin as he grunted.
“No one’s stopping you, princess.”
His fingers dig deeper into your hips, holding you for purchase as he focuses his thrusts on that same spot inside you. The one that has you clenching around him insatiably as your nails claw at his muscles, leaving messy red streaks along his back. Red hair cascades around your frame in soft rivulets as his intense gaze focuses on where your bodies are connected, watching as his slick cock continues to disappear inside your warmth.
“Hyoma,” You gasp, your chest heaving as he disallows you a moments respite, continuing his brutal pace, “I can’t, it’s too much.”
“But look at you, princess. You can,” He hums, ignoring your pleas as he works you closer and closer to your release, “Show me.”
It doesn’t feel the same as it usually does when he sends you crashing into your crescendo, the pleasure blooming throughout you as your orgasm flows through you in harsh waves. This feels different.
“Are you going to give me what I want, sweetheart?” He hummed, deliberately snapping his hips forward roughly to leave you gasping in surprise.
The first trickle left your body as you felt it almost sticky between your bodies, a warmth that you couldn’t describe as Chigiri’s nostrils flared.
“Fuck, there?” He questioned, repeating the movement as he focused his thrusts on the exact same spot as your eyes begun to roll back, “Yeah? That’s it, huh? Right there.”
You cried out as Chigiri rut forward, your thighs clamping down around his hips in a feeble attempt to squeeze them together as you felt yourself giving in to the sensation. Pearly tears clinging to your lashes as your lower lip jutted out into a shameful pout, the warm stream of piss that you’d been trying to keep inside you now flowing as it began to soak his cock and crotch. The warmth surrounding you both as the liquid began to deep into the thick material of his grey sweats and onto the bathroom floor.
You expected him to pull out, to clean up and probably hop in the shower to finish himself off, but he didn’t. His grip remained firm against your hips as he started moving again, his pace even more ferocious now as he greedily used your body to find his own release. Rough ruts of his hips were certain to bruise your thighs as he watched mesmerised as you continued to cover him in your release.
“That’s it, my dirty girl, huh?” He muttered, greedily using you for his own pleasure as his balls began to tighten. A jumbled mess of your name tumbled from his lips as he met his end, spilling white hot ropes of his cum inside your sloppy pussy.
You were making such a mess of him, and Chigiri seemed as though he could care less. A deep, predatory groan rumbled deep in his chest as he watched you soak him, giving another thrust of his hips to try and get you to give him more as if this wasn’t enough, only serving to fuck his cum deeper inside you. Your entire body felt as though it were on fire as the embarrassment began to flow through your veins, but Chigiri was certain he’d never been more in love with you.
“Such a desperate little thing, pissin’ all over me, hm?” He cooed gently, you’re cunt responding to his sweet tone by clamping down around him, making no effort to try and pull out of you, “My messy girl.”
Warnings: 18+, piss (from reader), omorashi, fingering, multiple orgasms, Toge uses his cursed speech on you (but also doesn’t really need to), overstimulation.
Word Count: 1.3k.
Toge loves the way your body writhes when you’re desperate to pee — It’s different from the way you move when you cum. Adding a feverish tremble to your body that has him seeing you in a way he’s positive no one else ever will, something that somehow makes it far more intimate.
And it’s certainly different from when you’re out together in public. When you look up at him so sweetly, telling him that you need to go and you’ll be right back while he watches your hips swish as you walk away. His sordid thoughts immediately wandering to how you look with your panties pulled down around your knees, and your cheeks flush and warm.
Kind of like the way he has you right now.
It’s the subtle shimmy paired with the way you squeeze your plush thighs together that gives you away. Your frilly pink panties stretched around your knees, biting down on your glossy bottom lip as you try to think of something — anything — other than the desperation pulsing inside you. His fingers are still buried deep inside you as he feels your velvety walls clamp down around them, already damp with your slick as your chest stops heaving. Doing everything in your power to ignore the incessant throb as piercing violet eyes stare down at you inquisitively.
“Takana?” He murmurs in questioning, as though he can’t tell — can’t feel — exactly what you need right now. The simple word followed by a deep cough that vibrates theoygh him, causing the fingers inside you to shake as you let out a desperate whine. Trying in vein to tighten your thighs around his wrist, a feeble attempt at preventing his calloused fingertips from dragging against the spongy spot inside you as they press down hard.
You’d lost count of the number of times he’d made you cum this evening. Uncertain whether his cursed speech even mattered at all when his fingers seemed to find the exact spots inside you that would have you seeing stars with minimal effort. As though he knew your body better than you could ever know and was determined to prove it — and he would.
“S-stop,” You exhale, hips arching away from the bed as you feel tears begin to clump in your thick lashes, “I can’t.”
Inumaki hates how his body reacts to your pleas. His cock pulses at the desperate tone, leaking fresh pre as he feels the fabric of his boxers stick to his skin beneath grey sweats. Biting down hard enough on his bottom lip to draw blood to stop himself from creaming his boxers. You’re peering up at him with those same glassy eyes and he knows in that moment he isn’t going to stop until he’s satisfied.
“Okaka.” He curves his thumb up to drag through the mess between your thighs as he finds your puffy clit, grinning at the way your body jolts upon contact. The debauched mewl that spills from your lips goes directly to his cock as his heavy balls pulse with desire.
“Toge, please—” You gasp as he starts to circle your clit, creating a delicious friction that has your eyes rolling back into your skull, “I need to pee.”
Reaching down to wrap your hands around his slender wrist, your nails dig into the sensitive skin as you try one final time to get him to pull away and give you a moments reprieve. But his grip remains firm, brows furrowed as his eyes glaze with a boldened intensity that has you shaking beneath him.
“I’ll come right back.”
“Tuna.” He groans, trying to meet your gaze as he begs you to focus. The thought easier said than done when you can feel the familiar pressure continuing to build inside you, your toes curling as you try to hold back.
Your entire body feels warm, a molten lava bubbling inside you as it threatens to erupt. Uncertain if you can even cum again after the number of times Inumaki had you coming undone beneath him.
A sulfuric taste settles at the back of his throat as he swallows thickly, trying to ease the temptation to cough before one final use of his cursed speech. The word hangs on the tip of his tongue as he swirls your clit with practised intricacy, wondering whether he really needs to use it at all. Already feeling the telltale signs of your impending release as he reaches his other hand up to press down on your pelvis, increasing the pressure as you feel your body falling into bliss.
Inumaki watches as you come undone, the pretty sounds that tumble from your lips have him grinding his clothes cock against the bed as he lays beside you. Your tight walls quiver around him and your clit pulses under his touch — But it’s not enough, he wants to ruin you.
“Cum.” He rasps, his throat tight. The cough that follows has him leaning forward, placing even more pressure on your pelvis as he leans his weight on you.
You’re already experiencing the first waves of your climax before he commands you, unable to stop the scorching pleasure from flowing through your veins as you’re catapulted into another climax at the same time. You don’t even realise you’re screaming his name before you have no other choice but to let go.
A warm flow of piss begins to seep from your pliant body as Inumaki continues to swirl your clit, sending the stream in every direction as you feel it begin to soak the sheets beneath your naked body and stick to your inner thighs. The sounds that reverberate around the room make your body warm as embarrassment begins to surge through your consciousness. Inumaki focuses on the slick echo as he deliberately seeks to pull more of those debauched noises from your weeping hole, groaning deep and low in his throat as he feels your piss soak his palm and trickle down his wrist as you leave crimson crescent-shaped moons in his skin.
“Ikura.” The expletive paired with the raspy tone to his voice only serves to have your walls clenching down around him as you ride out your high. His grey sweats darkened with a mixture of your bodily fluids as he looms over you, eyes focused and intent on the mess between your thighs as he pulls your trembling legs apart.
“F-uck.” You drawl, tears now freely escaping down your temples and onto the soft pillow beneath you as you stare blearily up at the ceiling. Your body completely lax as Inumaki begins to stroke a calloused palm along your outer thigh, his thumb dipping into the curve of your hip as your chest heaves in gulps of air.
The mess beneath you sticks to your skin uncomfortably against sodden sheets as you feel the bed dip when Inumaki moves to stand, but not before placing a lingering kiss against your swollen clit. His lips curl into a grin when he feels you jolt beneath him at the sudden contact, narrowing your eyes as you pout childishly.
“Look at the mess you made.” You whine.
“Okaka.” He shakes his head, causing wisps of hair to cover his eyes. He holds his hand up, his palm glistening beneath the glow of light in your bedroom as he raises a brow. A look that would cause you to swing a fist in his direction if it wasn’t for how completely ruined you felt right now.
“It was your fault.” You huff as Inumaki chuckles, reaching down to grab his discarded shirt off the floor to soak up some of the mess between your thighs.
And perhaps it was, but he was absolutely going to do it again.
We’ve been talking about this constantly on here, but Togame gets first dibs.
When you can’t find any of your girl friends to take with you to the bathroom at a party, the guy you’ve been making out with for the evening will have to do.
Pairing: Togame Jou x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, piss, watersports, semi-public sex, hinted sorta established relationship.
Word Count: 1.5k.
Togame is convinced he’s the luckiest man in the room.
Your playful laughter is enough to coax him behind you, his large palm squeezing your ass as you weave through the house. Completely unbothered if anyone’s looking, why wouldn’t they when you’re dressed so pretty?
“Where ya takin’ me, sweetheart?”
It’s as though Togame holds some grand prize that every other man covets as you pull him inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a swing of his foot as he has just enough sense to lock it behind him. The few beers he’s had aren’t enough to impair his senses, only cause an incessant throb in his bladder as he watches from his position at the door as you hike your pretty little dress up over your hips and shimmy those tiny black panties down your thighs. He’s positive he can see silvery lines of your slick stained against the fabric, and he wonders if that was because of him.
“I can’t find my friends and I have to pee, silly!”
God, you’re so fucking pretty.
His cock pulses in response when you move to sit down on the seat and almost miss, squealing in surprise before your hand reaches out for the sink to steady yourself. The tiny downstairs bathroom barely has enough space for movement as Togame takes a step closer when he hears the familiar tinkle as you sigh in relief, your head thrown back as you groan softly. Your kiss-bruised lips pouty as he takes note of the glitter streaked across your cheeks glistening under fluorescent light. The same glitter that’s probably smeared along his face too from the stolen kisses earlier this evening. He’d thought that was the most that he’d get off you tonight, but he hadn’t expected this.
And he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. Staring at you as though he’s dropped a coin in a box in the red light district to sit in a box to watch one of those fetish shows, swallowing thickly as you heave a saccharine sigh of relief. Your breasts look just about ready to spill out of the top of your dress as you stay completely unbothered that Togame is staring at you so brazenly. Were all the girls that hung around Bofurin like this, or was he just lucky?
“You’re staring, Togame.” You giggle as you give him a sly smirk, spreading your knees further apart to give him a better view as you bite down on your plump bottom lip.
This is the first time he’s ever seen a girl pee, and Togame can’t deny it’s hot. From the blissful look on your face down to the way the tight skirt of your dress bunches above your hips and lets him see the pudge of your belly as you relieve yourself. It has his cock stirring beneath baggy pants as he shifts from toe to toe to try and alleviate the ache in his balls, lazy eyes focused on your soft mound as he’s just able to make out the folds of your cunt.
“Is this what you and your girlfriends do—?” Watch each other pee, Togame thinks as you laugh at his question.
“No, silly.” You laugh, “We make sure no freaks watch us.”
Perhaps you’re the freak, Togame thinks as you reach out to fiddle with the tie at the front of his sweatpants, loosening it as you continue to pee. His eyes are focused between your thighs as he watches the liquid pour into the bowl, but he makes no attempt to stop you as your slender fingers curl beneath the fabric to tug it down his thighs. He wonders if anyone from Bofurin has got to see you like this, or whether he’s just special.
“Careful, I have’ta piss too, sweetheart,” Togame drawls, his semi-hard cock pulses as you wrap a warm palm around the base of him, “Wait, and I’ll bend you over the sink.”
“So pee.” You giggle, and it has Togame groaning low and deep in his chest. Swallowing thickly as his tongue darts out to try and wet his lips as you position his cock downwards towards the bowl.
Togame isn’t even sure he can piss while you’re holding him like this, your touch is a complete juxtaposition to his rough movements as you angle him gently. The sight alone has another pulse in his pelvis as he tries to ignore the throb of his bladder— maybe he can hold it in.
You reach a shaky hand up to press against his pelvis, fingers dipping into the skin and it’s all he can do but let go as a warm stream begins to trickle from his soft cock. Letting out a squeal when you feel it splash against the bottom of your dress, letting go of his cock to hike the fabric further up your tummy as you shift back on the seat to give him more space.
Togame hisses when you let go of his cock, changing the angle of the stream as it misses the bowl completely and hits the floor as he’s quick to resume position. Angling back to the toilet as the stream hits your pelvis, dragging a sultry moan from the back of your throat as the heat splashes your skin. Spreading your thighs wider to feel him against your body as Togame watches your skin begin to glisten because of him. Your abdomen all the way down to your pelvis streaked in slick lines of his warm piss as he deliberately angles his cock lower to focus the stream against your mound. Marvelling in the debauched gasp you make when you feel the warmth of it catch your clit, his aim focused and persistent as though winning a prize at the fair.
You’re a menace, he reckons when you slip a hand between your thighs to spread your folds between your index and middle fingers. Butterflying yourself open as you pull back the hood of your clit until Togame’s piss is spraying against it, your thick lashes flutter as you make another desperate sound akin to a whimper as your thighs begin to shake. Grinding your hips to increase the friction as the warmth spreads through you all the way to the tips of your toes, his name tumbling from your lips in a needy whimper.
So you were as much of a freak as him, Togame grins as the stream begins to dwindle to nothing. The last few drops dribble out of his slit as he shakes his cock to give himself some much-needed stimulation as he feels himself begin to harden at the sight of you. Slender fingers now pressing tight circles into your soaked clit as you rub his piss into your body, feeling your walls clamp down around nothing as you lean forward to swipe your tongue against the swollen head of his cock. Prodding the tip of it against his slit as a groan rumbles deep in his chest, his other head reaches out to hold the back of your head as he leans down to kiss you. Tongues salving languidly against each other as you tilt your head to deepen it, gasping into his mouth as he takes the opportunity to run his tongue against your teeth when his fingers slide through the mess he made between your thighs.
It’s depraved and nasty as his fingers feel his piss beginning to cool against your skin as he delves further, pressing against your quivering hole to find your cunt wet and needy for him. Your slick drooling out of your cunt like molten lava as he feels the way you pulse around nothing, eager to be filled.
“Didn’t know a pretty girl like you was such a nasty freak.” Togame gives you a lopsided smirk, as though he wasn’t just as much of a freak for pissing on you in the first place, and enjoying it, “If you wanted me to piss on ya, you only had to ask.”
He catches you off guard by pulling you upright, chuckling at the way you stumble over your heels as your panties stay circled around your ankles. Barely able to steady yourself as he moves to push you against the bathroom sink, bending you over it as you look at his reflection through the mirror.
“Promised I’d bend you over the sink, didn’t I?” He groans, running the tip of his cock through your soaked folds as it catches against your fluttering entrance.
“Should’ve just pissed inside me.” You laugh, wiggling your ass back against him as you try to salaciously coax him deeper.
And it doesn’t matter that it’s probably the alcohol speaking, that you would probably never utter those words to him sober, and if you did they wouldn’t sound so vulgar — yet the thought alone has his balls aching and desperate to drain themselves inside you too.
“I’m not sure you know what you’re asking for, pretty girl.” He coos, stealing the breath from your lungs as he slides his cock into your eager hole as he ignores the heavy banging on the door outside from someone trying to hurry you up that sounds suspiciously like Hiragi.
“I think I do.” You coo as Togame’s forehead hits your shoulder with a guttural grunt.
Oh well, Togame thinks, he could always have a few more beers—
Sakura thinks as eases his hips forward. Your cunt opening invitingly as you stretch around his swollen tip, coaxing more of him inside with a pretty hum from plush lips. He’s doing better this time, he hasn’t cum the moment he felt your velvety walls clench around his cock — as he fists the sheets on either side of your head — not daring to look down at you from fear of coming undone too soon again.
It really wasn’t fair, you looked far too pretty like this.
“Feels so good, Haruka.” You sigh, and Sakura has to bite his tongue to stop his cock from pulsing at the sound. His heavy balls already tight and ready to push warm spurts of cum inside your eager cunt, but he’s determined to last more than three pumps this time— he’s prepared.
But no amount of fisting his cock with a spit-soaked palm to the thought of you could compare to the real thing right now. Your greedy walls sucking him into your scorching depths, hands smoothing along his bare chest as you whisper candied praises to him off the tip of your tongue.
It felt so good that holding back like this almost felt like torture.
“Please, move.” You whine beneath him, “I’m ready—”
You might’ve been, but Sakura definitely wasn’t.
Heterochromia eyes screwed shut as he sucked a harsh breath into his lungs through clenched teeth, trying to subdue the incessant throb surging through him as Sakura chanced a sharp, harsh thrust. One that had your body jolting as he forced you up the mattress, pushing the top of your head against the headboard as you let out a sinful moan.
Yeah, he certainly wasn’t going to last.
Your thighs shifted, clinging to either side of his hips to try and fuck yourself on his cock. Doing nothing to help quell the desperate throb in his balls as Sakura tried to think of something, anything but the debauched sight of you beneath him. A searing heat bloomed in his his cheeks, all the way to the tops of his shoulders. A fiery red that rivalled the swollen tip of his cock as he gave another harsh snap of his hips, causing you to cry out for him.
“So big.” You coo, and the saccharine lilt to your voice has him grinding his teeth.
Sakura can’t focus on anything other than the way your walls tremble around him, the pressure inside his pelvis continues to pulse as he finds himself teetering on the edge of his climax already. Trying to do more than just shamelessly rut himself into your warm, wet cunt.
“Oh, god,” You whine from beneath him, as he makes another mistake by peering at you through slitted eyes. A terrible decision that has him on the cusp of his climax as he takes in the sight of your face contorted in pleasure as your breasts bounce with each roll of his hips— practically begging him to give you everything he’s got.
And he does.
A sudden heat courses through your pliant body, collecting between your thighs as he comes undone above you. Eyes rolling back as a long, desperate cry is ripped from the back of his throat as he feels relief swiftly surge through him in rippling waves.
“Oh my god, Haru—” You begin, palms splayed on his chest to try and push him off but you can’t shift him. Not as his hips continue to jerk as he empties his balls inside you, creaming your insides with his heady spunk.
But that’s not what has you trying to move back, to get him to pull out of you.
It’s the unfamiliar heat that follows. Spreading through your core like wildfire, filling you to the brim as you feel his warm stream of piss flood into your stretched hole. Squirming beneath him as you try to avoid the sensation, but Sakura’s hips are rough and persistent as he jerks above you sloppily. Fucking the constant stream deeper inside you as his face contorts in immense pleasure, lips parted in a constant whine as he fills you to the brim.
You shouldn’t like it, but its mortifying the way your body reacts to it— your neglected clit throbs with need as you feel yourself writhe against him for some sort of relief. Trying to drag your cunt against the messy hairs at the base of his cock to give yourself some needed stimulation, nails dig into his broad shoulders as you leave a flurry of crimson crescent-moons in their wake.
The copious amounts of piss mixed with the cum from his release that he’s forced into your unsuspecting hole begin to leak out from the power and intensity of his bucking hips as it dribbles onto the sheets beneath you, soaking the fabric and sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you feel it begin cool against you.
“I’m sorry— I’m sorry, I—” Sakura doesn’t even know what to say, his mind still clouded in a euphoric haze as he keeps his twitching cock buried inside you. Chasing the sensation as he plugs you full, “It— was an accident.”
“It’s so— I feel so full.” You pant, body still heightened with shock as you lay lax beneath him. Watching his face as his tongue almost lolls out from pleasure as he pants like a dog in heat, fingers twisted tight in the sheets on either side of your head as your greedy walls still try to coax more from his spent cock even after he’s just emptied both his balls and bladder inside you.
Sakura’s hips jolt at your words, giving another sudden rut of his hips as the lewd sound of him fucking his sopping mess deeper inside you fills the room. It’s debauched, and downright crude but it only serves to have your cunt pulsing around him in satisfaction as you continue to search for your own release.
He expects you to push him away; to shove him off, which is why he’s surprised when you reach down between your connected bodies to swipe your slender fingers against your puffy clit. Pressing quick, insistent circles against it as Sakura can’t help but watch— his cock still half-hard and eager as he gives another thrust in retaliation to the way your walls clamp down around him.
He’s not sure he has anything left to give; the last orgasm so intense that he’d been unable to control his bladder as he poured a warm stream of piss inside your pliant walls. But he’s certain you’ll probably be mad at him when he pulls away, because even with his complete lack of knowledge he knows enough to know that what he did wasn’t fucking normal— so why the hell did he like it so much?
He’s brought back to you when he feels your walls begin to pulse and spasm around him, a telltale sign of your impending release as hazy eyes glance down at where your bodies are connected. Watching the speed of your fingers increase as you work yourself towards your own bliss, coming undone with a whiny cry of his name as he feels your walls squeeze down around him in a salacious attempt at stealing another load from him.
Your arms reach up to wrap around his shoulders to pull him down into a languid flash of tongues and teeth, breathing soft moans into his mouth as he finally pulls out. Eyes immediately focused on the mess of cum and piss that leaks out of your spent cunt, soaking your inner thighs as it drools onto the sheets beneath you. And it’s embarrassing how the sight alone is enough to have his cock standing to attention again, debating whether to push himself back inside your velvety walls to steal another climax from you— he’d definitely do better this time, he’s sure of it.
“I can’t believe you just pissed inside me, Haruka.” You groaned, face flushed with embarrassment as Sakura goes completely red, “That’s so embarrassing.”
No, what was embarrassing is how much he liked it, he thinks. Nose scrunched in a mixture of shyness and shame as he tries desperately not to meet your gaze, or look at the mess he’s made between your thighs.
“We’re taking a bath.” You pout, “And you’re changing the sheets, so hopefully you can last more than five minutes without pissing inside me again.”
But the blase tone of your voice does nothing but send another pathetic jolt directly to his throbbing cock as he tries to bury his face in the curve of your neck.
Happy you liked the wb thoughts. How about gachiakuta? 🤍
yandere!zodyl uploading you in revenge porn to /pissdrinkingsluts
You guys have to stop leaving such good thirsts in my askbox lately, it makes it impossible to focus on anything else😫
Warnings: 18+, noncon, revenge porn, reader is in a relationship with Enjin now, watching porn together, voyeurism, piss (not vanilla piss Zodyl pisses in your mouth)
Sex with Enjin has always been good, a stark contrast to all your previous lovers as he handles you with such care. Care you wouldn’t expect from a hulking man covered in tattoos and piercings— but it’s as though he worries you might break, like you’re a baby dove that he cups so gently in his rough palms. And you shouldn’t complain, because he always leaves you satisfied, and he’s perceptive enough to know when you haven’t climaxed so he can fix it with his fingers or his tongue.
But sometimes you find yourself wishing he was a little rougher. Willing to explore more kinks in the bedroom together instead of the same vanilla sex that you both indulge in, perhaps a bit too much— suggesting one evening that maybe you could watch some porn together online to try and find out some different things you’re both into. The curiosity of what kinks Enjin could possibly be into is overwhelming, and it leaves you wondering if there’s anything dark and twisted that he might enjoy too—
So you settle down together, your back pressed against his chest as he sits you on his lap. Leaning over your shoulder as you scroll through the various videos that come up on the page. From mutual masturbation, to threesomes, to public sex that somehow opens a gateway to darker kinks too. With Enjin whispering in your ear as he asks whether you want him to fuck you like that— and god, you really fucking do.
But your aimless scrolling from video to video stops the moment you recognise a panel. The smallest screenshot to give a preview into the full video as you read the title:
“Filthy slut can’t get enough of guzzling piss.”
But it isn’t the shameful title that has a debauched heat rising inside your tummy as you wonder if Enjin’s eyes have focused in on the same thing— it’s the girl settled on her knees in the screenshot.
It’s you.
“I should—“ You move to close the laptop with shame and embarrassment as you wonder how to process the violated feeling that surges through you, but Enjin’s hands are quicker. Keeping the screen open as he moves deft fingers against the trackpad to click the link, the video auto-plays as he looks at you staring back at him. Those same sweet, innocent eyes that you give him whenever he’s settled above you as he slides his cock inside.
But this is different— you’re begging someone, the pretty sounds pour from your lips before a strong hand is on the back of your head to pull on your hair and tilt your head to face him. Demanding you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, which you do far too obediently. The sight has Enjin’s cock throbbing in his pants as he forgets about the questions that were on the tip of his tongue about why there’s a video to you on the internet like this.
And then it happens. Zodyl lets out a guttural groan from deep in his chest as he holds his fat cock above you, letting a warm stream of piss leak out as it splashes against your outstretched tongue, spilling down your chin and on to your naked breasts and lap as the rest pools at the back of your throat.
You’re a mess, gargling it as he degrades you on camera. Telling you how disgusting you are for being his little piss slut, and how you’d let him do anything to you, wouldn’t you?
Zodyl’s piss glistens against your skin as you feel Enjin shift behind you, brushing his growing bulge against the small of your back as his grip around you tightens. Hearing the slight hitch in his throat when Zodyl shifts his hips forward to thrust the tip of his cock inside your mouth that’s now full of his piss, making you choke and splutter as more of it streams from between your lips and down your naked body. He strokes his wet cock against your cheeks as he continues to degrade you, before he’s closing your mouth with a simple command.
“Swallow.”
You don’t even know what to say, or how to tell Enjin what that was— when it was filmed, or anything. Looking down at the views as you see the sheer volume of people that have now watched the video that Zodyl uploaded without your consent as you try to ignore the way your clit throbs between your thighs.
“Is that your ex?” Enjin finally breaks the silence as you feel a heat rise in your cheeks at the question.
“Yeah.” You murmur, eyes focused on the final screenshot on the page which is you looking completely ruined beneath him.
You know a characters really got me good when I set out to write non-con and end up writing the opposite wahhh. I hope what I was going for with this makes sense and you get why it’s sexy idk😂😭 and once again if you don’t like don’t read💕
Kaji is trying to make sure you get home safe on a night out, but has absolutely no idea what he’s supposed to do when you need to pee—
Pairing: Kaji Ren x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, omorashi, piss, voyeurism, exhibitionism, intoxication (reader is drunk), dubcon (reader specifies she consents but she’s drunk), borderline edging.
Word Count: 1.9k.
“Kajiii,” You whine pathetically as you tug at the sleeve of his hoodie, “I need to pee.”
Kaji turns to look down at you with an internal groan before glancing back at the rowdy club you’d just left. A large queue of people still gathered outside waiting to get in, as the line slinks around the corner.
Kaji could kill Tsubaki-chan right now.
He’d been forced out to one of Tsubaki’s shows in Keisei Street by Hiragi. It was practically blackmail as his old mentor as he explained how much his old school friends missed him, and hoped that he could make it. But he hadn’t expected you to be there— unsure whether it was a blessing or a curse as he sat opposite you in one of the booths and he tried desperately to stop the heat from rising in his chest whenever you spoke.
It felt more like a set-up when Tsubaki leaned across the table after his performance to volunteer Kaji to take you home— a very drunk you.
“I know she’ll be in safe hands with you, Kaji-kun. The safest.”
And you would be, Kaji reckons. Much better than the other creeps in there that could’ve been taking you home right now— god knows what would’ve happened if he’d refused.
“Why didn’t you go five minutes ago?” He deadpanned, trying to ignore the way you slid your hand into his with such ease. Threading your smaller fingers through his he realised just how clammy his palm had become.
“I didn’t need to go then.” You looked up at him with a pretty pout that Kaji wanted to kiss right off your lips, his heart thudding against his rib cage as he tried to think of what to do.
There was a rowdy izakaya a few streets down that he knew would still be open from his few patrols of the area, it probably made the most sense to take you there. He started to weave through the crowds as he pulled you down a side street to avoid the sea of people, feeling a tug of resistance as you stopped dead in your tracks.
“I can’t hold it,” You whined, moving to conceal yourself beside a large dumpster as Kaji frowned, “I can just go here.”
“W-what?” He glanced back down the alleyway to its opening to see people walking past, and although it was nowhere near as busy as the main street it was still very much public, “You can’t— here?”
The thought of having you in such a vulnerable, precarious position had a scorching heat shooting through his veins. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought as he stood statuesque in place.
“Don’t let anyone see, ‘kay Kaji?” Before he can try to stop you, you’re pushing on his arm gently to coax him towards the entrance, “I promise I’ll be quick.”
Kaji waits for you at the end of the alley, positioned like a guard dog. Jaw locked, eyes focused as he sucks his sucker. He’d lost count of the number of sparkling sakes you’d had after your fifth, nursing the same glass of soju he’d had all night as the loud bass flowed through the speakers and Tsubaki-chan took to the stage. But for the entire time, Kaji couldn’t take his eyes off you.
Much like right now— god, he was such a freak.
He feels like one of the creeps he wanted to protect you from in the first place — the people Tsubaki-chan had been trying to protect you from — as he turns his head to watch you pull your panties down from underneath your short skirt, the fabric bunched around your hips to reveal more of your plush thighs as your back presses against the brick wall and you sink down. You wobble slightly in your heels as you bend, crouching off the ground as your panties group around your knees.
Your panties were pink.
He tries to ignore the look of pure bliss on your face as you begin to alleviate the pent-up tension in your bladder as you finally let go, a puddle forming building between your thighs as you piss in the small alleyway.
Fuck, you looked so pretty right now.
He tries to be good and forces himself to glance back at the busy street as he waits patiently for you at the entrance to the alleyway, now painfully hard as he starts to imagine making you do that himself.
“Fuck,” He hears you curse before breaking out into a melodic giggle as he turns his attention back to you. Your hands are now pressed against the wall as your face droops forward, perched on wobbly legs as you struggle to stand. Kaji then notices as you start to fiddle with the buckle on one of your heels as he groans, moving from his guard dog position in quick, long strides towards you.
“Whatcha doin’?” He rasps gruffly as you grin.
Kaji tries to avert his gaze as stands in front of you, positive he can just about make out the folds of your cunt as he tries desperately to remain a gentleman.
Your drunken fingers are unable to conquer the clasps as you reach out for him, your legs almost give way as they wobble but Kaji’s reflexes are faster. Grabbing you before you fall into the puddle you’d just made beneath you, as he pulls you up to stand.
“Wanna take my shoes off, my feet hurt.”
“But your—” underwear, undies, pants, panties— he can’t bring himself to say the word as he feels unbearably warm, “You’re not decent.”
“That’s not nice,” You pout, “I’m really good.”
Fuck, you were so cute. Kaji can’t bite back the groan that spills from deep in his chest at your words.
“That’s not what I meant,” He almost bites down on the candy ball of his sucker as he tries to remember to breathe, “Your p-panties—“
“Oh,” You giggle again and it’s like music to his ears as he almost forgets he’s standing with you like this in a dirty alleyway, “Help me.”
You’re reaching out to cling to his shoulders now as Kaji reaches down to curl deft fingers around the hem of your panties— if the thin pink string could even be called that.
“You’re staring.” You cock your head to the side and Kaji curses beneath his breath at how cute you look, trying to ignore the shame that ebbs through him at your words.
“Sorry.” He replies bluntly.
“No, I like it,” You smile hazily, and it has Kaji’s cock pulsing beneath his skinny jeans, “Do you wanna touch it?”
You’re thankful for the alcohol flowing through your veins for giving you the liquid courage to ask, and also the perfect alibi if he refuses. Hoping he won’t as you reach out to clasp one of his hands in your own.
“W-what?” Kaji baulks, eyes wide as saucers as he thinks he might’ve cum in his pants. The fabric sopping with fresh pre as he leaks against his pelvis, trying to ignore the sticky clammy sensation as you tug his hand closer to your heat.
“You can touch me if you want to,” You grin.
He hates how blase you are about the whole situation, and yet he finds himself filled with unbridled curiosity. His cock bucks as he feels you pull his hand closer to your warm cunt, letting him make the final decision as you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.
“You’re drunk.” He replies bluntly, and yet makes no attempt to move his hand.
“So?” You challenge with a lazy smile, reaching up to tug the lollipop from between his lips as he lets you. Watching intently as you move it towards your mouth, pressing the spit-soaked candy against your glossy lips as you twirl it between a thumb and forefinger. Letting your lips wrap around the candy before your tongue slips out to circle it, causing a low groan to form at the back of his throat while he watches you finally swallow it, “I want you to touch me. ’m asking you to.”
Kaji groans at how wet you feel— from the piss that soaks your folds to the creamy slick that drools from your tight hole as he glides two thick digits through the mess of you. His touch has you grinding against him, desperate for more as you follow his movements. Bracing yourself against his broad shoulders as you feel him focus his attention on your clit, spinning gentle circles around it as he pulls a desperate whine from your pretty lips.
He wonders how you’d feel relieving yourself against his fingers, his thigh or perhaps even his face if he could convince you enough— imagining how the warmth would engulf him as he watches the stream of piss leave your body up close, feeling it soak his skin as you cry out in bliss.
He has the debauched urge to bend down to his knees to taste you on his tongue, but fights it tooth and nail as he continues to press against your puffy clit. Chewing the inside of his cheek as you moan loudly, steel-blue eyes immediately look towards the alley entrance to check if anyone heard.
You hate that his attention shifts as you move a palm to the back of his neck, pulling him down roughly to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss. The sucker stick pressed against the corner of your lips as his tongue brushes against the ball of it inside your mouth. Kissing around the hard candy as your nails drag through the messy hair at the base of his skull.
It’s enough to have Kaji’s mind racing as he tries to match your movements, swallowing your moans on his tongue as he moves his fingers lower. Pressing two inside your velvety walls as he resumes his persistent circles against your clit with his thumb.
“I’m not doing this here.” Kaji groans, eyes clenched shut as he practically forces himself to pull away from your messy cunt.
His words have your hips jolting as you squeeze your thighs together tightly, trying to give yourself some much-needed friction as your eyes roll back. Almost positive you won’t be able to last that long, as you contemplate unabashedly slipping your fingers between your legs to finish yourself off again here.
“Kaji,” You whimper, “I was so close.”
“Not here.” His cheeks practically glow pink as he pulls the material of your panties up your thighs, settling them on your hips as he pulls your skirt back down to cover you up. The thought of anyone else seeing you like this has an inexplicable rage forming inside him, as he glances back towards the entrance to the alley to make sure no one is watching.
“You’re such a tease.” Your head falls back against the wall as you keep your grip on him even when he moves back up, the alcohol in your veins stunts your reflexes as it takes a second for your body to catch up to your brain as you squint.
“I’ve waited way too fuckin’ long for this,” Kaji rasps against your mouth as you feebly try to wrap your hand around his wrist to pull him back towards your unsatisfied cunt, pouting pathetically as you whine, “I want you sober when I finally make you cum for me.”
