HI RIRI GYAL!! I want to send a little something for the ball ask game (hehe balls).
Let’s do… 🪩 wish fulfillment / secret fantasy with Samira Mohan :p
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🪩 wish fulfillment / secret fantasy with Samira Mohan
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"You sure?" you ask, brows furrowed. Samira has always been a bit more reserved in the bedroom but it looks like your efforts to get her out of her shell have worked.
She nods at you, "I trust you."
The next morning begins with you rolling over to grab your vibrator and the newest addition to your toy collection from the drawer and slot in behind your still sleeping girlfriend. She's deep asleep as you kiss her shoulder, reaching around her body to palm at her breast. Samira's always been a deep sleeper so it takes a while for her to stir, stretching her legs as she starts to respond to your touch.
"Good morning," you say with a kiss, grabbing the vibrator from beside you and pressing it in between her legs, "You ready for today."
"Mhm," she nods, gasping out when the vibrations hit her body.
You let her thrust her hips, running your nose along the shell of her ear. You keep , "Gonna have so much fun with you today, pretty."
Just as she's reaching her crest you kill the vibrator, ripping it away from her aching pussy. She whines, kicking out with her feet.
"Isn't this what you wanted, baby?" you laugh, getting out of the bed with a stretch, "Come lets go eat breakfast."
You're sitting next to Samira, both of you picking at the omellettes on your plates while she tells you about her week. You hook your foot in the legs of the barstool and pull her closer to you.
"And so I…What are you doing?"
"Nothing, baby," you slip your hand between her legs, "Keep going, Mira. I'm listening."
"And so I," your hand creeps upward, moaning at her still dripping folds. Your fingers glide through with no resistance, letting you slip one finger in her entrance, "I-I. I don't remember what I was saying."
"Your patient tested positive for pregnancy despite never having sex…" you bring the heel of your hand up to her clit, letting her grind on it, "and then what? was it a Jane the Virgin situation"
"And then…" her eyes shut, "I can't remember."
"Shame," you hum, pulling your hand away, "Would've kept going if you could remember."
****
"Stop," you say, not looking up from your phone. Samira whines as her hips stutter to a halt, "What do you think about this one?"
She's naked, mounted on one of your shared pillows, chest heaving as she works herself closer to her orgasm. Only for you to rip it away from her every time.
She squints at your screen, "What is it?"
"Chastity belt," you say, adding it to cart, "Comes with a key so I can make sure you don't have any wandering fingers next time we do this?"
aali………please please tell us exactly what Rin said about Isagi not being able to fuck that had Egoist Yoichi baby boy fuck reader right in front of Rin 😭 i KNEED to know I must know babes or I’ll go insane
*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— lost in the lights, out of my mind + yoichi isagi, rin itoshi.
૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — rin itoshi has a bad habit of dishing out what he can't take and a locker room fight with his rival, yoichi isagi, leaves him in the most vulnerable place he'll ever be in. all because of his little unrequited crush on you.
⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! heavy!smut, porn with some kind of plot, characters aged up to 20s, established relationships (with isagi), unrequited love (rin lmao), some crushing, manipulaton, reverse cuckholding (?), voyuerism, unprotected s!ex, clothed s!ex, fingering (f!receiving), finger sucking, nipple play, body worship, dry humping, multiple orgasms, male masturbation, overstimulation, edging, orgasm control, aftercare, light!degradation, light!dacryphilia, light!sub/dom dynamics, sort of a threesome, creampies, psychologically tormenting rin lmao!!! pro player!yoichi isagi, pro player!rin itoshi, fem!reader - not beta read !
⭑ words — 8.5K.
⭑ notes — happy birthday tew me!! this is my gift to you all, i feel like its such a tradition for me to post something on my bday like i have for the last three years so here you are!! anon, i am so sorry this took so long, i hope you like this... i lost my mind writing it but it was sososo much fun!! enjoy my loves <3 m.list / fic that this refers to (you dont need to read it to understand!) ✩
if there’s one thing rin hates more than anything, it’s losing. after a sour defeat, three goals to a frustrating two, emotions are running high and the locker room fills with an atmosphere so tense even a butcher's knife couldn’t cut through it. it suffocates the boys as they flood into the room, defeatedtly shoving their cleats and water bottles into their cubbyholes — their breathing ragged and muscles aching.
the silence is shattered by a vicious snarl from blue lock’s main star, yoichi isagi, as he walks in last and heads straight for his rival. “way to fucking go, rin! your stupid little act just cost us the entire game.” the striker bares his fangs, frothing like a rabid dog. “you happy now?”
“oh fuck you, isagi. were all your shots supposed to be that half-assed? or was that just a weak attempt to impress your little girlfriend up in the stands.” rin fires back, equally as riled up, throwing his sweat soaked shirt into his designated cubby for this game.
the rest of the team knows not to intervene when two of their best players go head to head, slowly retreating to the showers and changing out of their kit. rin is too highly strung, everything is his way or the highway and everyone is beneath him. isagi is hot headed, switches up on you faster than you can say your own name — and only gets worse if you mention his girlfriend during a fight.
for a moment, the dark haired striker’s face falls and his deep blue eyes cloud with something rin itoshi only ever sees on the pitch. but isagi quickly recovers, offering the other player a tight lipped smile.
“let’s keep her out of this, yeah?”
that only makes rin want to double down.
his relationship with isagi is complex — he’s better than the guy in every way he knows is possible, and yet he envies him. no matter what rin does, his fellow player will always have some kind of leverage over him. whether it be sae’s approval, ego’s favouritism, you. the history between the three of you is even more confusing and flustering, and to this day, rin still doesn’t know who he wants or hates more. jealousy reaches its boiling point at the forefront of his mind, it’s perplexing and he hates the way it makes him feel — like he’s out of the loop, out of control and it only makes rin want to lash out at isagi more.
so he does.
he pokes and prods at isagi, twists at the parts of him that really set him off because he has no other way to cope and no other outlet for his build up of emotions.
“she must be embarrassed,” rin drawls as if he’s enjoying taunting his teammate, though his face shows no signs of it. “to have a boyfriend who can’t even play soccer without looking luke-warm or mediocre. this is your job. your life. and yet, you’re still not getting it. you’re nowhere near being on the same level as me.”
isagi grits his teeth. “i’m warning you, rin. quit while you’re ahead.”
but he can’t, he won’t. not until he makes isagi hurt the same way he does. for losing this match, for losing control.
“if soccer is your life and you’re this bad at it, then i wonder what else you suck at,” the younger itoshi brother adds coldly with the petulance of a child still learning how to navigate how he feels. standing up to his full height, rin smirks as if he’s finally put his enemy into place. he lets his emotions spill into every word he says until they weigh down his tongue and all he can spit out are phrases of malice. “being a good boyfriend? fucking her right?”
satisfaction curls around rin’s beating heart as isagi looks to him; wide eyed and bewildered. there’s nothing like reminding someone where they belong in the food chain. beneath rin itoshi and never above. isagi flounders like a fish before him, searching for words of defence that never come and when rin thinks that the shorter of the two might finally say something — the door to the locker room creaks open and in comes…
you.
if there’s another thing that rin hates, it’s how weak you make him feel — especially when he knows that you’re out of reach. not his to touch. to hold. to keep. you can’t be the reason he feels so open an exposed, like a patient on an examiners table, because he can’t have feelings for you anymore, because you belong to isagi. your heart beats for him and that makes rin sick.
he wants to hate you, even though you’re sweet and kind and understanding. even though you step into the room wearing isagi’s number with doe eyes that glisten underneath the white artificial light. even though your voice fills him with warmth when you call out for your boyfriend (not him) and say. “yoichi, is everything okay?” in that mawkish tone that sends shivers down the length of rin’s spine.
and like he’s been snapped out of a trance, isagi looks away from rin’s face and searches for comfort in your own — his body instinctively gravitating towards you for affection. “yeah precious, what are you doing here?” he grins at you like he wasn’t just about to rip rin’s throat out with his teeth. “thought i was meeting you outside.”
“yeah but…some of the other boys and your manager got worried that something was happening between you and rin, so i came to check on you…i hope that’s okay?” you’re so good, well behaved and it’s all for isagi. it makes rin want to scream, rip his hair out, hurt something but he can’t. he won’t because he’s never been good at feelings. he has his older brother to thank for that.
rin watches the interaction between you both like he’s on the outside looking in. isagi treats you like you’re the world encompassed into one being. yet, there’s a glint swirling in those ocean eyes rin despises so much. “more than okay, baby…actually, i think you might be able to help us make up.” isagi hums, twirling you in his arms until your back is to his chest and you’re facing rin now too.
“…i can?” regrettably, your interest is piqued. isagi has that look in his eye, the one that he gets when he’s scheming and he has all the cards in his hands. except this time, he’s not looking at you.
rin itoshi seems to be the target of your boyfriend’s games tonight — and you, a mere chess piece on the board.
“mhm…” yoichi’s voice drops, brushing over the patch in your brain that controls your pleasure. you know that voice, you’ve heard it a million times before…during showers, early in the morning, right after games. the way he speaks switches up whenever isagi wants you. “you see, pretty girl, rinnie over here—“ the striker juts his chin out in the direction of his rival, using the sweet little nickname he knows you have for him. “doesn’t think i can be a good boyfriend, thinks i’m embarrassing, thinks i can’t fuck. would you say any of those statements are true?”
you frown, lips drawn into pout and brows creased where they meet in the centre. “n-no! of course not.”
and rin thinks he might die there and then, with you looking at him like you’re disappointed in his opinion.
for as long as he’s known you, you’ve never cared about the feud between himself and your partner but this particular comment seems to bother you. upset you. and as much as he pretends to be indifferent towards you, the last thing rin itoshi wants to do is hurt your feelings. he’s never quite known what it’s like to care for someone — aside from sae, pre-spain. so for him to consider your feelings with every interaction you have is weird, at least for him. you’re a baffling enigma to rin, he finds himself drawn to you like a moth to a candle flame and finds comfort in your sugary conversation and polite laughter.
you seemed to like rin, for all his awkwardness and lack of charm. you had once called him cute despite his rough exterior and cold nature — leading him to believe that he could maybe try a little harder for you, be with you. that was, at least, until isagi came along and swept you off your feet with boyish smiles and rose tinted cheeks.
isagi could do with you what rin couldn’t do for himself.
be open with his admiration for you.
for a second, you cut the connection between rin’s aquamarine eyes and your own to glance back up at your boyfriend.
“we should prove him wrong, then.”
“but rinnie— i mean, rin,” you correct yourself when isagi tightens his grip on you as you try to diffuse the situation as best you can. “he wouldn’t… he doesn’t care about stuff like that. i know you’re a good boyfriend. isn’t that all that matters?” but in a twisted sort of way, you like that he’s a little pissed off, that rin is there watching you all loved up on each other too.
you feel his excitement press into your behind, arm wrapping around your tummy this time. “you’re all that matters to me,” isagi affirms because it’s true. he shouldn’t really care what rin thinks, but he left his rationality on the pitch. he’s pissed off and he lost and all he can think about is fucking you up and proving his point. soothing his ego. his flirtatious voice tickles the shell of your ear and sends a strong current of electricity straight down to your centre. “but baby, i wanna fuck you. don’t you want him to watch? help me prove that i’m so fucking good to you?”
he just can’t let it go, not this time.
is it because he thinks rin’s words are true? that he’s not good enough for you? that you might even deserve better than a man that puts his heart and trust into soccer?
yoichi loves you so much he think he might rip stars from the sky, and maybe the the sun if you’d asked him to. he’s so good to you, he knows that. you know it too, but he wants to prove it.
have the one up on rin just this once.
you give a slight nod of your head because maybe you’re just as much of an egoist as isagi. you don’t want him to doubt himself, he’s the best in japan. in the world. at soccer, at loving you too. he deserves to show off that much. so you agree, hesitantly, “but, yoichi… rin is still…” you say. not that you care, you’ve partially forgotten that itoshi still exists — isagi’s loving touch as he feels you up from over your jersey provides a perfect distraction.
he’s always like this with you, makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the room.
“don’t worry precious. he’ll look but he won’t touch, unless he asks and you say yes. right, rinnie?”
it’s the first time in minutes that either of you finally acknowledge rin. the stretching silence filled with ragged breathing and the rustling of clothing as rin watches you lose yourself to lust. to isagi.
“right.” he scoffs like he doesn’t care, barely able to tear his eyes away from your slither of skin revealed as you pull up your jersey to give isagi better access.
“spread your legs baby, lemme see that pretty pussy. wanna show her off.” isagi hums in satisfaction but he doesn’t push, letting you lead. “you want it any way, precious? tell me what you need, i’ll give it to you.” his hands run down to your soft tummy, resting just above the hem of your boy shorts while he grinds into you from behind. “just wanna make you feel good.”
choices, choices.
the ghost of yoichi’s touch along your skin, a thumb on your faint adam’s apple, then over your nipple — it makes saliva pool heavily on your tongue and your eyelashes flutter. “w-what do you think, rinnie?” you gasp, lifting your head to face him.
the younger itoshi swallows thickly. “fingers.” he says without hesitation. “you gotta prep her first, idiot.”
“still so rude, rin,” your boyfriend tuts mockingly. “c’mere. get ‘em nice and wet for her.” isagi points to his mouth — gesturing for his rival to open up for his fingers.
“fuck off, isagi. i-i’m not— you’re not going anywhere near me.”
“oh come on, you’re the one that wanted to prep her. my girl can take it with or without.” isagi presses, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a cocky smirk. “this was your decision, remember?”
the mere thought of doing anything remotely sexual with yoichi has the fortress of rin itoshi’s mind crumbling, starting with it’s foundation. he’s not disgusted by the idea, no, but he fears letting his mask slip. “if you’re not willing to take care of her properly, then you’re just proving my point. you’re half-hearted. lukewarm. you don’t care to fuck her proper.” rin scoffs, ignoring the shake in his voice.
“please, rinnie,” you hiccup. “he won’t touch me if you don’t…p-play along.”
but when it’s you, rin can’t ever seem to say no to you.
you’re like a siren calling out to him to drown himself in all that he desires — your saccharine and salacious strings of words setting his insides alight with wanton. begrudgingly, rin strides towards you both and grabs your boyfriend’s wrist with flaming cheeks, heart hammering in his chest so hard he’s afraid you might hear it and think him weak.
the gentle part of his lips encircle two of isagi’s fingers and is tongue, once tucked away behind rows of brilliant white teeth, breaks free from its barrier to roll over the slender digits — glazing them in a of spit. rin feels degraded, it pours through him in the same thickness as his blood and replaces all the oxygen in his lungs. but then you look at rin like you want him, dainty gaze honed in on the way his tongue weaves between your boyfriend’s fingers and soaks them in his claim. he can’t help but grow more confident in the action.
but then yoichi reminds you both of his presence, thrusting into rin’s obedient mouth until his gags and his tropical ocean eyes blow wide in shock at the sound. isagi’s own blue pair drown in mirth.
“satisfied?” rin let’s your boyfriend go with a wet smack of his lips, rasping his words out as he regains his breath.
“not really, but she can help with that.” isagi sounds like he adores you, plunging his spit slicked fingers past your swell of your plump lips so you can get them even wetter for him. you seem eager, sucking on them as if you’re chasing the younger itoshi sibling’s flavour and the visuals make his cock twitch behind his elasticated shorts as he pictures you mouthing at the ache between his legs.
once isagi is truly satisfied, he pulls out of your mouth and pats your cheek lovingly. “did such a good job, precious. i’m gonna touch you now, okay?” he doesn’t wait for you to respond since you’re too delirious, giggling on trickles of ecstasy from being pampered in your lover’s hold. his hand slips in between your plush thighs and underneath your clothes easily, yoichi dragging a single digit along the length of your puffy folds to get a feel for just how messy you are. you’re dripping with sweet juices, the scent of you intoxicating and potent to both boys as isagi eases the finger past your clenching hole experimentally.
you hiccup and tremble, your head rolling back against his shoulder the more his thickness presses into you and stretches you out for later. rin can see just how much you make isagi’s skin shine with your wetness, clear strings of it oozing down your thighs and into the seat of his rival’s palm — all this from being barely touched? from watching rin suck on your boyfriend’s fingers so pathetically? you’ve barely been touched as it is.
it only makes the throb at rin’s core that much more painful.
“don’t you even think about touching yourself to this. you’re lucky enough to even be watching her,” blue lock’s shining star grunts out to rin possessively, his voice laden with a lust that scratches at his throat. you whine out for more, hips jutting downwards to chase more of isagi and his attention switches back to you. “sorry for the wait, precious. there we go, is this alright? is this how you want it?” his softness has you melting like butter in a pan, isagi easing a second finger alongside the first before he curls them to bare down harshly on your g-spot.
the moan that escapes you is a far cry from your angelic nature in rin’s eyes, reminding him that isagi’s the one who cast you out of heaven. “m-more yoichi,” you squirm impatiently, back arching away from the striker’s chest as he used his free hand to toy with yours. “faster, c’mon—!”
“alright baby, relax. we’ll do whatever you want.” isagi moans back desperately, as if your pleasure is his pleasure. he changes the angle of his hand so that the back of it is facing rin, creating the visual of him cupping your sweltering, glistening pussy. you drool into the seat of his palm while he works you open, stroking your velvet and sopping insides like the tide lapping at the shoreline to indulge you and build the pressure that bubbles just under your naval. “oh, you like that? want me to rub your clit too? just like that precious,”
the rough pad of his thumb draws signatures of love against your budding clit as your arousal pearls on it it. every push and pull of isagi’s fingers have you a syrupy mess, glinting under the artificial lights and only drawing rin’s eager gaze to the treasure between your thighs. when he looks to your face all he sees is your insatiable appetite and dire need to run after the high your boyfriend plans to give you.
rin’s tongue darts out to wet the crack on his lips and he attempts to swallow the saliva that coats his tongue and floods his mouth — making it difficult for him to breathe. and if he does, manage to breathe in, the scent of you is intoxicating and fills rin with a level of desire his body can’t even handle. shame brews below the surface level of his skin, intertwined with the blood cells that surge through his veins and right to the tip of his shaft.
he flinches as it pulses to life inside his briefs, pathetically wet from how wet you sound.
“listen to that, fuck,” isagi groans, his lashes fluttering against the side of your face the deeper he plunges two fingers into you. “cunt sounds so pretty baby. sucking me in like that, s’like you never wanna let me go.”
the way isagi touches you is intoxicating — casting a dark veil over every thought that dares to cross your mind and clouding your better judgement. with him it’s easy to be this vulnerable and allow yourself to crumble to pieces in front of the hawk-like gaze of someone you know all too well. you find yourself not caring about the way rin watches you, pools of tropical ocean eyes dropping from your eyes to your pulsing sex where your boyfriend pinches and toys with your folds to get you wetter and wetter.
you’re fucking enjoying this. isagi knows it. rin knows it — the three of you trapped under the spell and vulgar scent of sex that mingles with the air you breathe in. you hardly feel bad for teasing the poor itoshi baby like this, finding the shaky mewls and squeals that you usually save for your boyfriend are a little louder than usual — spiking even higher when blue lock’s star egoist pulls back the hood of your clit to maximise your sensitivity and receptiveness to his touch, rubbing your juices into the little nub.
“tell him how good it feels.” yoichi is so loving but oh so condescending, commanding the will of your body as he curls his fingers just right to brush over the spongy spot inside of you to make you see the gates of heaven.
your pretty pussy gushes in response before you can, milky white running down isagi’s forearm as it gathers in the seat of his palm. you’re desperate to speak, but your mouth feels as if it’s been stuffed with cotton and your words are replaced by shaky and choked moans. between being finger fucked to the brink verge of collapse and watching rin try to grind against his boxers for friction — you don’t know how your boyfriend expects you to form a cohesive thought, let alone speak.
still, you manage to stutter out some kind of praise to him. “oh god, f-fuck, yoichi!”
when isagi hits your g-spot, you spasm so hard you think you might die and at the same time, rin’s needy whimper echoes around the locker room as if to taunt him. “she’s close,” rin bleats, the pain in his cock becoming too much to bare as he fumbles over the front of his shorts to reprehensibly relieve himself. “aren’t you gonna make her cum?”
the question is meant with no malice or harm — more innocent than rin allows himself to appear and isagi quickly picks up on it, licking a hot stripe up from the base of your neck to just behind your ear. “you can always tell when my precious girl is close,” he scissors his fingers along your insides, clear strings of your arousal keeping him tied to you. “she clenches so fucking tight around me, like she wants to make me a mess and claim me. keep me all to yourself, right precious?” he coos to you slyly, stroking you into the shape of him and flicking at your clit — arousal gathering copiously between your pussy lips. “you wanna cum so bad, don’t you.”
“y-yes!” you nearly scream, legs buckling beneath isagi’s ministrations, pumping in and out of your velvet walls with newfound motivation.
pleasure grows inside of you bit by bit, as if isagi has laid the foundation for bricks of pleasure to stack up high and the fact that rin itoshi is watching you just cements it all together. “make yourself useful, and hold her up.” he instructs, lazily sucking marks into your skin. “so selfish, rin. just like always. getting yourself off while my precious girl’s a shaky mess. you could have been helping all this time.”
a smile that could rival the devil’s tugs at your boyfriend’s wet lips when rin staggers forward to hold you up in the comfort of his arms. the path to what he wants has always been clear and isagi plays on that like it’s a part of the game you all play — knowing that rin would never give up the chance to hold you this close. you can feel the outline of his bulging cock against your tummy, the thought of it grinding inside you alongside isagi’s fingers doing nothing to sedate the desire coursing through you. your selfish need to cum.
blood rushes through rin’s ears at he way you cling onto him life a lifeline. you might be creaming on yoichi’s thick fingers, letting them stretch you out in preparation for his even thicker dick, but right now — you need rin to ground you and keep you back down on earth.
“can’t,” you whine over the lewd slushy sounds reverberating from between your thighs, and bat your eyelashes up at the younger itoshi — pride internally rumbling in your chest as the black abyss of his pupils swallows his pretty green eyes. “can't hold it, ‘ichi.” there’s nothing greater to you than humbling someone like rin itoshi. he forgets that while you follow whatever pleasure is given to you, you’ll always be loyal to yoichi isagi. hearing you moan his name only shatters rin’s confidence.
“let go for me, baby. cum all over me like the good girl i know you can be,” a deep groan takes hold in isagi’s chest, roots intertwining with his lungs and his very being. much like a sturdy tree. his thumb goes back to signing his name over it, gaze honing in between the sinful movement beneath your clothes. “get on your knees, rin. see how i fuck her nice and good.”
doing as he’s told, rin bites back his humiliation and sinks to his knees before you — keening into your fingers as they move up to grip his broad shoulders and your nails dig into his milky flesh hidden by his kit. from here, gets a front row seat to your gushing sex and how it soils the tiny threads of your boy shorts stuffed between your fattened pussy lips.
sex crazed hormones drift into the air, rattling about and colliding with kinetic energy as isagi picks up the pace — the seat of his palm now grinding against your clit, rubbing you raw and relentlessly. he bites down on your pulse point, and that’s really all it takes to throw you over the ledge. the stacks of ecstasy that had been building within the depths of your soul finally come crumbling down and your release shoots out of you, slapping to the floor in a crude manner.
“o-oh! ‘m c-cumming!” you cry out, feeling evidence of your orgasm blaze a trail down your inner thighs in clear streams as isagi guides you through it. rin doesn’t bother fighting his biological instincts, craning his head up for just a taste, a smell, anything — your sugary and musky scent sending him spiralling while heady precum oozes from his time painfully.
“ah, ah fuck, baby. keep that orgasm goin’ for me, keep cumming. so pretty.” soft praises fall on your ears despite the white noise that overwhelms you, letting yoichi control the way you twitch and react with his large hands still working you through it all — perfectly nestled between your trembling thighs. you came so much, so sweet.”
it’s like yoichi is in awe of you, kissing your cheek as you come down from your high — still clenching and fluttering around his fingers. the pair of you forget about rin sitting on the floor between your legs — bearing witness to the way your orgasm rhythmically drips out of you. it’d be foolish for both boys not to become obsessive over the way you guys. slowly, one of your hands leaves rin’s muscled shoulder to grip your boyfriend’s hair and tug him into giving you a wet and loving kiss.
“you always make me cum so hard, yoichi,” you praise him, your shaky voice sounding angelic to both men. “thank you, baby.”
still licking his way into your mouth, isagi sighs in content, circling his hips into your ass. “all i wanna do is make you feel good,” he breathes his want into you. “are you okay to keep going? we can stop right here. rin doesn’t have to see anymore.”
it’s only then that you remember rin between your legs, discreetly humping the floor for some relief — practically shaking at how bad he wants you.
“you need me,” you say, hunger curling around the tone in your voice. “we can keep going.”
isagi fucking loves you. he’s sure he’s never quite met anyone on the same level of ego and desire as him. maybe you’re both insane, beyond the brink of normalcy with enough danger between you to destroy the whole world — but instead you stick to ruining the man before you both, ripping his ego down until it’s nothing but measly pieces and rin itoshi can no longer look either of you in the eye.
a pair of eager lips land on yours once again — tasting of freshly cut grass and the sweat on your lover’s Cupid’s bow. you suck and bite on one another, leaving your claim visually on each other while your hearts remain tied. isagi grabs at your fleshy ass cheeks, takes your tongue down his throat and lets you own him just as much as he owns you while rin bares witness to your boiling and passionate love.
familiar hands yank down your shorts and underwear in one go — desperately exposing your hot skin to the air conditioned room, causing a wave of goosebumps to erupt over your body in anticipation. excitement. “i wanna fuck you so bad, i can’t ever get enough of you, precious girl.” he whispers menacingly against the shell of your ear, like it’s a threat but instead directed towards the man at your feet. “‘m so lucky,” his hands wander again, cupping your cunt squeezing your waist and pulling the sweetest sounds from between your lips. “being the only one to have you like this.”
once again, you collapse forward and dig your nails into rin’s shoulders — relishing in the way he looks up at you like you’re a forbidden prize to be won. an angel. a diety. you smile at him, innocent and cute, whimpering a breath’s width away from rin’s lips as isagi arches your back for himself — peeling apart your juicy ass cheeks to set his sights on your glistening pussy. your squelching hole pulses around nothing, sending beading droplets of your arousal through your folds.
“hi rinnie,” you simper and struggle to keep your gaze focused on the athlete, feeling isagi rub his seedy hot cockhead against the entire length of his sex. teasing the both of you. “how’s are you doing?”
there’s so much he wants to say to you. to do to you. if rin had a little more confidence and higher self esteem — maybe he could acknowledge his feelings, he could kiss you, make you his, make you forget all about isagi. but rin is a coward paralysed by his own fear of feeling something real. he lets you walk all over him instead. both of you.
“i’m good, how are you feeling?” he mumbles in response, all needy-like. you almost feel bad for him, revelling in the way rin tracks your moans, his mouth dropping open just like yours when yoichi drives his hips forwards and bullies his heavy cock past your fluttering entrance. “f-fuck, you’re so…”
“so what, r-rinnie?”
“so pretty.”
his eyes shine when he speaks, glossy with desire causing pride to curl around your heart and fan the flames of debauchery inside of you. isagi pulls back, his brows creasing in the centre of his sweaty forehead as he adjusts his tender grip on your hips and pulls his cock from the snugness of your drenched heat. he thrusts forward, hitting every pleasure spot he’s ever mapped out along the length of your slippery walls, making you shudder and press your forehead to rin’s for support.
“pretty girl, how are you still so…” isagi grunts, high-pitched and borderline whiny, choking on the spit that pools against the pad of his tongue and slips out of the corner of his mouth. “so fucking tight. god, i needed this. needed you.”
the way in which isagi yearns for you will never fail to make you melt, following your biological instinct which tells you to push your hips back and throw your ass back on him too. “it’s all for you, yoichi,” you drawl, a wet sigh lying on your glossy lips while your boyfriend's milky tips drags along your insides, churning you up just as he kisses your cervix. rin’s face crumples and you feel a little mean for getting lost in his rival right before his very eyes — but the other half of you enjoys the psychological torment you’re putting him through.
you like how at any point he could have gotten up and left yourself and isagi to your fun. but rin stays, because he likes the position of vulnerability you put him in. he trusts you, both you and isagi.
yoichi pacifies himself by latching into your shoulder with pointed teeth, licking over the bite marks as his chest rumbles in content and his hips set a steady stream to fuck you with. his dark hair tickles your skin every time he pumps his cock in and out of you, feeding your body his lust for you and painting you with opaque layers of pre between your thighs. it mixes with your arousal, clear strings slinging against your legs each time isagi’s balls tap at your sensitive clit.
he breathes his ego into you, making your face burn, making you cry out until your throat is raw. isagi has always been able to fill you up so good, his cock is pretty — decorated with spiralling blue and green veins that hit spots you can’t reach with your fingers while is shaft slightly curves, up just enough to never leave your g-spot. even when he’s fucking you from behind.
“oh precious girl, that’s it, throw it back on me,” isagi slurs, hardly able to focus on anything aside from the way you take him in — the lewd pap, pap, pap of your pussy rippling around him. “show me how you want it. how you want me to use this cock for you.”
isagi tells you encouragingly between thready breaths. he’s always been a giver, his pleasure has always been your pleasure and his end goal to make you see stars when you cum. like you, isagi always finds a way to get what he wants. and he wants you to lose your mind to him. in front of rin.
“right there, yoichi — need you right there!” comes your heavenly little whine as you throw your head back onto his shoulder for the nth time that evening. your attention tears away from rin for only a second, giving him the perfect view of your breasts that bounce as yoichi pounds you from behind and the crystallised beads of sweat that run down the collum of your throat. “y’so big, oh my god.”
“you, hah, you hear that rin? she keeps cryin’ my name, praising me like i’m her fucking god.” he somehow manages to snap to his rival.
you have an inkling that yoichi going insane since his voice drips with a huskiness that lowers its octave. he seems to lose his goal, however, succumbing to your selfish cunt that refuses to let him pull out and forces the striker to keep his thrusts deep and targeted inside of your heated core.
bliss is pungent in the air, lays heavy across every inch of your mind and you find yourself succumbing to it — once mover digging your nails into rin’s shoulders until they form pretty crescent moons on the expanse of his milky flesh and you can use him as leverage to fuck yourself back on yoichi’s creamy dick.
everything sounds so fucking nasty, and rin really can’t fucking help it. all of his shamefulness that once painfully panged at each of his nerve endings seems to have fizzled away into shameless. he finds himself no longer caring that his cock is pulsing from watching his friend ( his rival, his enemy, his … crush? whatever …) fuck the girl of his dreams to high heavens and back. with his emerald gaze laser focused on darting between your viscous and drenched cunt sucking yoichi in, and your angelic expression ( creased brows and perfectly pouty lips) — rin let’s his hand slip beneath his shorts to finally relieve himself of the ache.
he hissed at the first contact with his erection, the sound quickly turning to pathetic blubbers that make his ears burn red at their tips — because it feels so good. finally touching himself in sync with isagi’s thrusts, getting himself off to the way he fucks you, loves you. torn between wanting to be either of you. it’s a large thing to admit to himself, sifting through a maze of lust, attraction. rin has been chasing after the want to be loved for so long and somewhere along the way it morphed into wanting to be between you both.
he won’t admit it out loud, however, but he feels lucky enough to watch right now. grateful that he pushed isagi this far.
the sounds of him jerking off his crying cock, rubbing at his slit from time to time, merges perfectly with the sinful symphony of your mewls, your cries and the weightly slap of isagi’s skin against your own. his guttural moans too, and his breeder’s balls smacking down wetly on your equally wet, puffy cunt. you catch on first, teary eyes drifting down to the movement beneath the younger itoshi’s clothes and then back up to his face — which looks lighter, relieved and less tense.
“oh rinnie,” you coo, voice rising an octave — delighted by the sight in front of you and the way in which your boyfriend eagerly chases the hot grip of your abused, leaky hole. “y-you’re so cute… you like watching me get fucked that bad, hm?”
“y-yes, god yes.” he lets out a choked moan in response, his throat dry from holding back and not having spoken in a while.
you grin lazily and lift a hand from rin’s shoulder to cup his cheek, brushing away a stray tear with your thumb. one that he didn’t even know had fallen. “you’ve been such a good boy, watching so well ‘n listening to ‘ichi up until now…” even though your voice wavers, and you’re just as submissive to your boyfriend as rin is to you right now — you somehow manage to reach out to him, lick at the longing parts of his soul that crave affection like this.
“he’s pathetic is what he is,” isagi rears his jealous head while slumping over you — aiming to steal your attention away. he’s rutting into you so fast that you swear you see a blinding white light, gushing down his dick and slicking him all up with your early release. “rubbin’ one off on your stupid cock to my girlfriend even when told not to. seems like you never listen, not on the field. not here. you just live to piss me off, don’t you man.”
it’s humiliating for rin, but he likes it. stuck between your loving praise and isagi’s harsh words. “seeing her cum for me wasn’t enough for me to prove my point to you, but now she’s on my dick and you still won’t admit it.” he barks but doesn’t let up on fucking you senseless.
the hand that squeezes and tugs at rin’s sorely, hard cock only seems to move faster the more mean, embarrassing shit isagi spews at him. tearing the younger player down but making him feel this amazing. he can’t ignore the small spurts of pre cum that his iron hot tip releases just from having the two of you watching him. it’s evident in the dark stain that seeps through the fabric of his soccer shorts.
his cheeks are flushed and his eyelids droopy as he looks up at you, palming himself to your very vision of beauty. the three of you are a mess. you can’t help but sequel like a lamb being dragged to slaughter between rin and isagi — who tears you apart by plunging into you as deep as he can go and pieces you back together with sloppy kisses to your back, tonguing at your neck possessively.
isagi’s veiny hands grab at your ass next to pull you onto his thrusting cock, pushing anything that leaks out of you back into your clenching hole. he peels his sweat soaked chest away from your back and you whimper at the loss of his body heat — only to let out a surprised sob when he spits onto the point at which your bodies join, fucking the froth past your entrance.
everything your boyfriend does to you, has a snowball effect on rin. he no longer holds back, wildly bucking his hips into his hand wishing it were your sluice sex, or your mouth. dying to have his hands all over you the way isagi does. you terrorise his thoughts but your moans and squeaks soothe him — dragging him closer and closer to his high. you’re dangerous, rin concludes, but it only makes him want to see you like this even more.
meanwhile, you’re in no better condition — every time isagi bends you over and ravages you like this, you’re reminded of the many reasons why he is blue lock’s star player. his strong build from playing soccer all around the world pays off in he’s with you, making good use of his new found stamina to wreck your entire being and pound you all the way to hell. though yoichi is shorter and lean where rin is taller and agile, he never fails to make your brain void of any thought and your legs soft thighs with how wet you are. he fucks you like he hates you, like he’s mad at you for your own existence but he speaks to you in ways that emulate love.
“you’re milking me, precious girl,” he mutters as if he’s in awe. “you want my cum that badly? you want me?” yoichi purrs, sending shockwaves through your system and right down to your pelvis — adding to the orgasmic knots that twist there, threatening to unravel at any second. “you’re so pretty, grinding up on me. so dirty, loving how rin watches you. my precious girl.”
“‘m yours, yoichi,” you reaffirm, preening into his touch as it cascades up and down your body like a rushing waterfall. “wanna cum, wanna cum f’you.”
your admission is like a bullet to the chest for rin but he doesn’t want to give this up, revelling how you look down at him, his milky white dick and his blushing face with an expression so sweet his teeth might rot and his ears fill with your honey-like voice — melting his brain. he wants this for as long as you’ll give it to him, for as long as isagi will allow him to witness it.
“i know baby, but you know what i want, feels so much better when you wait for me,” your boyfriend’s thrusts begin to grow sloppy and irregular — indicating the approach of his own high. but isagi knows you and your body better than anyone else, knows how to make you cum so hard that you might black out. you love to be edged, and you love him even more so. you’d do whatever he wanted and then some. and he would do the same for you.
he throbs within your tightness, your pussy papping and pulsating, smeared with isagi’s thick precum that douses your puffy folds in white. the mix froths, creating a foamy ring of white at the thickest point of his length. “p-please, yoichi. i don’t think i can,” you wail in denial like you always do, the sound causing both boys to squeeze the base of their cocks and groan in unison — attempting to stave off their orgasms. “hurts so good.”
rin is reminded of just how good his rival can fuck you. even when you’re desperate to cum (and he’s just as desperate to watch it happen again) — you still have a burning hunger for isagi to control your ecstasy. he wants to give up control like that too. with you, or with his destined enemy. liquid lust rolls down rin’s dick in large waves, his eyes threatening to roll back as he listens to your moans get higher and higher the closer you are. yoichi is in no better condition, growling and chasing after your cunt as your hips attempt to run away from him.
“she wants to fucking cum, you idiot.” rin grunts, finding his voice amidst the sound of crying, moaning and skin on skin. “please, let her cum.”
“why? so you can bust a nut to my fucking girl. jeez, rin. get a fucking grip.”
maybe this is what makes isagi the bad boyfriend rin so desperately wants to make him. putting his pleasure above your own even though rin knows that’s far from the truth — almost relenting while he jerks off to the same pace that isagi fucks you with. but then you call out to him, like a siren from the high seas.
“rinnie, please touch me. h-help me cum.”
his body moves on his own accord after that, the hand that’s not getting himself off to you and his so called friend reaching between shaky legs and salty skin to fumble with your clit awkwardly. rin has never touched a girl a girl before, not even like this. but he tries to recreate it in the way that isagi does, to listen to you moan for him and see you tremble above him.
“h-how’s that?” he breathes, watching in awe as your eyes roll back into your skull.
“more.” you say. barking out the command while your cunt spews a fresh wave of juices onto rin’s hand.
your body seizes up, pleasured from all angles. between yoichi’s cock and rin’s calloused thumb drags random shapes over the pearl between your folds. “motherfucker….” the curse spills from isagi’s lips before he can stop it and admit how fucking amazing it feels to have you tense around him, warm and wet. it’s worse when rin accidentally catches his cock as it slips in and out of you rapidly, churning up your insides. “fucking bastard. at least touch her properly, rub in circles.”
rin does what he’s told, following the simple command and obediently flicking at your clit. it’s totally worth it, surrendering his autonomy to the older player just to have you tug at his hair and squeal his name. you jut your hips back and forth, meeting both boys in their bid to make you see heaven. your limbs threaten to give out on you, you pulse and pleasure tremors through you like an earthquake.
“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” you chant like it’s a prayer.
the world around you falls away as you’re finally pushed over the edge — a bright white light flooding your vision accompanied by static fizzling in your ears. rin watches you cum a second time as if he’s witnessing the eight wonders of the world, your cunt flooding with isagi’s cum at the same time that you squirt with ease. his load floods your womb, filling you up to the brim and you feel so good you might die. a scream tearing in your throat and the knots in your lower tummy rapidly unravelling. the both of you cumming together, at last.
you can’t help it, surging forward to press your lips against rin’s, kissing him hazily, your tongue prodding through his lips — licking into his mouth. rin creams his pants at the very sensation, damn near sobbing into your open mouth. “f-fucking christ, that’s so hot.” isagi whines, slowly pulling out of you and letting the crude mix of your arousals hit the floor.
it’s only then that rin realises love is not binary. there are no clear paths to achieving the perfect love. there hat tricks or dribble techniques. love is unwinding and binding and there are too many possibilities. and that scares rin, for him to love a girl he can’t have.
your knees buckle under the exhaustion of it all and rin reaches out to catch you before you can pull away and the oxygen from reality floods his brain again. he misses you when isagi reaches you first, coddling you in his arms and kissing all over your face to calm you down and reassure you. loving you in ways rin isn’t sure that he’s capable of.
nosing your cheek, isagi coos out to you — his personality doing a complete 180. “you okay, precious. i wasn’t too hard on you, right?”
you’re so happy to be in his arms, close to dozing off. “‘m okay, yoichi. you were perfect. you always are. i love you.”
“do you need help getting to the showers? i can carry you there.”
eyeing rin on the floor, you look back up to isagi and shake your head adoringly — knowing that they’ll probably need to talk this out without you.
“i’ll be alright, find me when you’re done here. okay?”
the striker lets you back down and accepts a kiss on the cheek from you. you pad away to wash off — leaving him in silence with his younger counterpart. the tension fails to dissipate as they fix themselves, tucking away their dicks and floundering to speak.
rin watches the way isagi longingly looks at the door, wanting to be with you instead of dealing with the consequences of his actions. it dawns on him then, that he literally cannot win against isagi, that perhaps he is better than rin in all ways possible. he’s a loser. he lost to you and to isagi.
“i’m… i’m a good boyfriend. for her, yanno,” isagi says awkwardly after some time, scratching the back of his head shyly. “there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for her…but how much i love her doesn’t reflect in my plays and she knows that. the way i love her and love soccer are different. i could never blame my mistakes on how much i care for her. it would be on me. like today was on you.”
rin can only blink back in response. “that’s true. i’m—“ he wants to apologise, but something inside him, something that he’d worked so hard to undo this past hour doesn’t let him. he can’t submit, be truthful and vulnerable. not when the setting isn’t as intimate as before.
rin still can’t let go.
something familiar — akin disappointment swirls in the blues and azures of yoichi’s eyes, but he doesn’t comment on rin’s silence.
it reminds rin of his brother, sae.
with nothing left to talk about, isagi nods quietly and shoved his hands in his pockets to head for the showers — no doubt to check up on you, be with you openly and happily, but pauses just shy of the door. he throws his head back to address rin once more.
“oh and by the way,” isagi mumbles, pushing his tongue around inside his mouth and against his cheek. looking for the right words. as if he’s holding back — saying whatever comes next against his will. “she did really like you. so, every day i have to prove to her that i was the right choice, the better one. a good boyfriend. so don’t get it twisted. alright?”
he makes his exit shortly after — leaving the younger player with no time to respond.
and rin can’t tell if those words were supposed to comfort him or not. in fact, all they do is make him feel worse.
♫♪: warnings: smut written by a minor, slight spoilers for 3.2 archon quest, slight yandere, threats of violence against reader, kinda stockholm syndromey?? idk scara is a fucked up little guy and reader is into it, degradation, fem reader (no pronouns but has fem anatomy), could be read as dubcon but was not intended to be, slight overstimulation and edging.
♫♪: pairing: scaramouche x reader
♫♪: a/n: i may or may not have a favorite character. i’m trying something new with the way i format my writing. it might stay it might not idk i just think the header is cute :) also sorry it’s kinda short i haven’t written anything in over 8 months :(
thinking about being scaramouche’s sweet little darling, specifically while he becomes a god. he’d be so mean, always telling you what to do in a condescending tone, making you stay inside the giant mechanical body with him and threatening to push you out every time you misbehave :( he’d make you sit as close to him as possible, ignoring your pathetic whimpers and whines about how mean he was being. he’d slowly start to move his hands lower from their place on your waist, going down until he was touching your thighs, so close yet so far away from where you’d desperately want him to touch. he’d smirk against the skin of your neck, letting out a dry chuckle and snide comment about how desperate you were being for him, how pitiful you looked at his mercy :( eventually, he’d give you what you want, after hours and hours of relentless teasing, edging, and begging, he’d finally decide you were ready for his cock. he wouldn’t be gentle or slow though, he’d be rough and domineering, aggressively thrusting in and out of your cunt while rubbing hard circles around your clit. he’d only smile if you started to whine from the overstimulation, asking you if you really thought you had any control over the situation :( he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied, his inhuman stamina and strength allowing him to go many more rounds than you could keep up with. by the time he finished you’d have lost count of how many times you came, too fucked out to notice the soft, almost loving look in scaramouche’s eyes and the gentle touches he’d clean you up with :(
eren edging you so fucking badly and for so fucking long that you have to call out "yellow" just to tell him that you for real cannot be edged any longer and he immediately listens to you and makes you cum so hard and talks you through the whole thing while telling you how sorry he is for making you wait and how good you are for telling him what you need
TW: spit kink, edging, creampie, soft dom aki, cumming on command, messy sex, praise
“Wider.” Aki says, the head of his cock teasing your entrance.
He’s caging you in, one hand supporting the weight of your leg from under your knee, his other arm just beside your head. His chest is heaving, but he seems relatively composed, despite the way his cock-head throbs against your aching cunt.
“C’mon, gotta make sure you don’t miss a drop and swallow it all.” He taunts slightly, hovering above you.
Then, when you part your lips and stick your tongue out, he spits directly onto it, glob hitting your tongue and falling to the back of your throat where you swallow with a low whimper.
“Ah, fuck. That’s a good girl…” Aki slides into you, rewarding you with the stretch of his cock.
It’s so pretty. That’s how you would describe it. Pretty and curved, with an even tone and a pink flushed head. Just thinking about how it’s inside of you now makes you clench around him and he groans at the feel, head rolling back.
“Feels good… tastes good…” You babble, already so gone from his teasing.
“Yeah? I know it does, baby.” He mumbles, starting to fuck you.
It’s wet with spit and arousal. Your cunt is so sticky and soaked. Aki spent so much time between your legs before this, so much so that you can taste yourself on him when he spits in your mouth again, this time messier. He’d licked and sucked on your clit until you were begging for him to let you cum, each time denying you when you reached the edge by pulling away and spitting on your aching pussy. It almost would have been cruel, if it didn’t make this wet squelching sound so much better.
Even at this slow pace, you can hear the way his spit has made your cunt easier for him to fuck, sliding in and out so easily despite the stretch. At this point you were desperate, begging for him to fuck you faster, to let you cum on him.
Aki leans over you, his lips gently meshing with yours. It’s wet and grows sloppier as he pushes your knee to your chest to get deeper. You can hear him fucking you through your kiss and you can hardly find the mind to kiss him back as he pushes his tongue into your mouth and explores.
Aki has such an intensity to him, even when he’s fucking you like this, he burns. Everything about him, his skin, his eyes, the way he splits you open with each calculated thrust, makes you feel watched. You want to shrink away from his prying eyes, but he forces you back to him with another glob of spit.
It hits your lips, coating them before you open your mouth, eager to taste him. He always tastes good, like mint toothpaste. Clean and fresh and just distant enough to make you want more. Your hands tug at his back, the leg not being held to your chest wrapped around him, pulling him deeper.
He leans back, out of your grasp and leaves you gasping as he buries himself deep in your cunt. He takes the front of your other knee, pushing it up to your chest. You’re spread open like this and he drags his cock along your walls slowly until it’s just barely grasped by the ring of your cunt.
Aki leans his head forward, spitting onto your clit and letting it run down to where the head of his cock sits inside of you.
“Look at you…” He mumbles, taking a finger and rubbing his spit into your clit, pushing his cock back in. “So messy for me.”
You shiver under his touch, clenching around his cock and making yourself impossibly tighter for him. And he groans deeply in response, starting to fuck you like he means it, pummeling your cunt.
Then he’s fucking you hard, weight on your legs and his face in yours. Aki runs a thumb across your spit soaked lip, bringing it to his own and sucking on it before he lowers it back to your mouth, pushing in. He can feel the way you’re drooling around it, spit leaking down his thumb and onto his palm as he fucks you stupid.
A disgusting slapping sound fills the air, wet every time his balls hit the underside of your ass. They’re big and heavy, full of cum for you and each time they hit you, you can feel the way moisture splatters slightly to the inside of your thighs. It’s disgusting, the way he’s fucking you like he’s holding back a deep dislike for you, like he’s full of an anger that he can only take out on you.
His thumb bullies its way across your tongue, warm and rough against the smooth muscle and you find yourself feeling entirely overwhelmed, orgasm building.
“G-gonna cum, ‘Ki. Think m’gonna cum.” You choke out around his finger. He responds by shoving it further into your mouth, mumbling for you to suck, which you obediently do.
You’re teetering at the edge, holding on through each thrust because you need permission. You know you need permission after the countless times he’d edged you. Aki takes his thumb from your mouth and you take a deep and shaky breath that makes his eyes widen. Fuck, you sound so desperate.
“Aki…” You babble, hand coming to cup his face. “Call me pretty… ‘Ki, please call me pretty. Wanna cum so bad.”
He softens at the edges, eyes taking on that familiar fondness. You’ve been such a good girl for him, even waiting to cum despite the way he can feel how close you are. He is too and he wants to cum with you, with your reward. So he nods, a big hand coming to cup your face, soaked thumb gently coming across your cheek. It’s a startling juxtaposition from the way he fucks into you and it fills your eyes with adoration.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He says. It’s genuine, words strained and bleeding as he creeps closer. “Go ahead and cum for me. Cum around my cock.”
Then you let go, finally able to achieve the release you’d been waiting for. Aki feels you flood, feel the way you soak further around his cock, so much so that he almost slips out. But he fucks you through it, following soon after and filling you up.
Aki leaves you ruined, cum and spit leaking from your pulsing pussy. But he stays above you, grip on your face loosening as he kisses you again, panting into your open mouth.
“You did so well.” He speaks against your lips, chest heaving and voice shaking. You can only respond with a slight whimper, still feeling the after effects of your high. “So good for me, always.”
content: dubcon (power imbalance), corruption, use of sex toys, penetrative sex, edging/orgasm denial/multiple orgasms, cockwarming, a splash of impact play (clit slapping), mild degradation/humiliation, body worshiping, voyeurism (sort of), talks about unprotected sex, protected sex (condoms), minors DNI
summary: therapist Levi is at it again. this time, he makes a house call.
wc: 5.7k
a/n: you didn’t think I was done with therapist Levi, now did you? @astridthevalkyrie consider this a personal attack
this is entirely fictional and only exists in an au. a therapist should never have this kind of relationship with a client.
The night sky paled in comparison to the galaxy laid before your eyelids. Words gargled in your throat, your neck craned against the solid muscle of your therapist’s shoulder. The warm pout pressed to your temple grounded you, reminding you that you were not floating in the clouds. You were here, situated between the long, thick legs of the man who granted you wings to fly in the void of bliss.
“Keep your eyes open,” Levi rasped, his deep timbre only adding to the vibrations stroking along your core. “Need you to watch exactly what I’m doing.”
One arm wrapped around your midsection, palm cupping your bare breast. Levi’s fingers tweaked your pebbled nipple, pinching and tugging the skin in a nearly painful manner. His other hand sat between your thighs, holding the culprit of your ascension — a pretty pink vibrator.
“I bought this for you,” he mumbled, watching your eyes shift down to your weeping pussy. “You’ve been such a good girl, coming to every session, even early most days. You’ve made so much progress, I had to reward my favorite client. Keep your legs open.”
“‘S embarrassing,” you managed to whimper. “Don’t wanna’ watch.”
“Shh,” Levi pressed a kiss to your hairline. “Don’t you want to learn? This is your reward.”
Your reflection never looked more intimidating than now. As it turned out, sessions in the office weren't sufficient enough for your needs. House calls were what Levi had called it, all doctors do it for their patients. Spread far apart, your knees hooked over his, Levi sat you in front of your closet mirror, claiming it as the perfect way to teach you more about the wonders of your body.
You had never felt more vulnerable in your life.
His right hand swirled around your aching clit, the vibrator set on the lowest setting, his lips drifted over to your ear, “Don’t look so scared, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” you whined, your entire body shaking. “Just not used to it.”
“Use your words,” Levi grazed his teeth along the shell of your ear, dipping his tongue out to teasingly swipe at the cartilage. “You know better than to whine by now.”
Your mouth felt dry, and Levi guided his thumb over to a particular button that sent the vibrations roaring to the next setting. You bucked your hips at the rising intensity, and squirmed against his back. You could feel the rock solid erection of your therapist pressed along your spine with crystal clarity, and with all your movement — Levi grunted into your ear.
Out of all your sessions, Levi never let you touch him. You had timidly asked him at your second to last meeting if he would ever let you. He had only responded, “When the time is right. We have to teach you about your body first.”
If you weren’t so caught up in your own throes of pleasure, you doubt you’d be able to contain your hands from reaching behind you to hold his clothed cock in your grasp. Still, if your wiggling provided him any amount of relief from his arousal, you deemed that a success.
“It feels dirty,” you managed to take a deep, stabilizing breath. “Like it’s wrong for me to watch myself like this.”
Your eyes met in the mirror's reflection, Levi’s pupils dilated and unwavering, “Pleasure isn’t dirty. If it was, why would it feel so good? Look at yourself, look how swollen your clit is. How puffy your lips are. You’re blossoming open for me, sweetheart. Every time I roll this vibrator against you, your muscles contract and tighten. Little streams of your arousal drip out, see the way it glistens? You may think it’s dirty, but your body certainly does not.”
“Do you think it’s dirty?” you bit down on your bottom lip, lashes fluttering at his obscene and provocative diction.
Levi’s lips traveled down to your earlobe, tugging on the pliant flesh with his teeth, “I think you are the most beautiful sight I may ever see.”
Before you could respond, the ravenette was sucking the lobe between the plush wet of his lips. The pads of his fingers pinched and pulled at your nipple, eliciting a distinct yelp from your throat. The pace set between your legs fastened, and with a couple of subtle clicks of a certain button, Levi had you exactly where he had wanted you — needy and bubbling over in pleasure.
“Want you to get real close for me, can you do that?” he released the skin of your ear, and pressed open mouth kisses along your jaw, descending into your neck. “Tell me when you’re about to cum.”
“Oh, okay,” you stuttered, and Levi released the abused skin of your nipple. His hand trailed down your stomach, squeezing along the way until he landed side by side with your fluttering cunt. Using two fingers, he peeled apart your soaked outer lips, and nudged the vibrator further into your pearl. Levi abandoned the small circle pattern he had relied on, instead opting for a steady stroke stimulating you from the hood of your clit all the way to the beginning of your dripping pussy.
Levi had not lied to you in your first session. He was an expert at female anatomy.
“Close, really close,” you panted, eyes going blurry in the reflection. Your pelvis tightened, dangerous licks of heat fanning your arousal. You couldn’t think straight, all consumed in the little device positioned between your legs, and Levi’s twitching fingers.
“You gonna’ cum for me?” he husked, eyes furiously switching between your desperate expression and your bucking hips.
You nodded, the ability to speak lost. Fuck, you were so close. You rolled your hips into the pink vibrator, catching your clit in an overwhelming pattern. It was almost painful how tight you clenched, and for a moment you believed you could feel your walls clamping down against one another.
“I’m gonna—“
“No.”
And just like that, the device was gone.
You blinked away your daze, and inspected between your thighs. Just Levi’s fingers remained, stroking up and down your soaked outer lips, still holding you open.
Tears sprung to your eyes, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, of course not, you were doing great,” Levi reassured in a sickly sweet tone, nuzzling his face into your collarbone. “Tell me how you feel right now.”
“Upset,” you sniffled. “Everything aches, please put it back.”
“How about something better?” the solid length along your spine grounded you, and your mind sparked with a variety of ideas.
“Like what?”
“Don’t you sound so sweet when you’re eager,” his fingers crawled towards your core, swiping and collecting the juice of your arousal. He played with it for a moment, watching in awe as he spread his pointer and middle finger apart — a single wet string between the digits.
“Levi—“
His palm smacked against your cunt, and you jolted from the impact. You were so sensitive, so dangerously close to release. Had Levi kept up the repetition of his slaps, you’d probably cum all over his hand.
He cupped your heat, positioning his pointer finger to your clenched hole, “Let’s see how ready you are for it.”
“Ready for what—“ a gasp stole your sentence as Levi slowly slid his digit in. His finger curled upwards, stroking and massaging your velvet walls in a precise fashion. Your head lolled back onto his shoulder, wanting so desperately to squeeze your eyes shut to avoid how needy your reflection appeared before you.
Your lips were soaked in your saliva, your eyelids droopy. Your hair a disheveled mess, your naked body twitching and trembling. Your vision flitted to Levi, his attention entirely captured in the way your pussy pulsed around his touch. His mouth hung open, his eyebrows gently furrowed. His middle finger entered just as slowly as his pointer, the two digits working together to scissor and stretch you open.
Your hips bucked, sliding him further into you, “Fuck, oh my god, feels so good.”
“Atta’ girl,” he mumbled, fingertips brushing against the most sensitive spot inside you. “You really are close, huh?”
You nodded, fragile whimpers and mewls falling from your lips. You wanted to beg, plead, sob for Levi to allow you your climax. You could feel it swelteringly hot in your belly, could feel the weight of it as if it was actually sitting on your abdomen. It hurt, it ached, you throbbed. You clenched down on his leisurely pumps, your clit tingling from lack of stimulation.
You were on the brink of losing your sanity if Levi did not grant you the sweet embrace of cumming for him.
“I think you’re ready,” Levi chuckled lowly, removing his fingers unhurriedly. He stroked your glistening folds as he traveled upwards, entirely avoiding the bundle of nerves that screamed for attention. “Get on the bed for me. Put a pillow under your back.”
He unhooked your knees from his, your thighs screeching in relief from being stuck in that one position. You scrambled to your feet, following his exact instructions. Your duvet felt like silk against your skin, your favorite pillow forcing you to arch as it supported the small of your back. You watched on with hungry eyes and Levi stood, languidly unbuttoning his white collared shirt. It fell to the floor without ceremony, and you nearly drooled watching the ravenette work his belt out of the loops of his slacks.
“You’re finally going to let me touch you?” you smiled, giddy with excitement.
Levi shot you an amused look, the clattering of his belt a soundtrack to his words, “No, this is still all about you, sweetheart. Maybe next time.”
The black fabric fell to the floor, and you gasped. His briefs pressed tightly around his erection, and you wondered if Levi felt the same ache as you did. You imagined it would pulse like your cunt did when you were aroused, that it would swell with flushing colors and dew with drops of pearlescent fluid. As he tugged the tight material to his ankles, your imagination turned to reality. His cock stood proud and tall, arched and bobbing as he drank in the sight of you. You clenched around nothing, and a bead of precum budded from his slit.
“Are you ready?” Levi questioned with a serious expression.
You nodded, “I want this. I want you.”
“Then you have me.”
He crawled forward until his torso loomed over your own. His arm circled around your back, palm balancing the center of your spine as his face dipped forward. Your eyelashes fluttered as you caught sight of his swirling steel irises, and his lips melted into yours. While your vision turned black, your mind distracted from his long awaited kiss, you could hear rustling from your side. You peaked an eye open, watching as his free arm stretched to the nightstand.
He had placed the vibrator and a condom there without you noticing. Sneaky doctor.
Levi shuffled, the crinkling of the foil soft and subtle. He pulled away from your swollen lips, tilting his head downwards to navigate the torn packet to his hardened member. The packaging was thrown to the side as he rolled the rubber over his tip, securing it at the base of his cock. He glanced upwards without moving his head, peeking through dark sooty lashes to lock his pupils to your own.
You were a vision of desire. You were sure of it with the way your heart pounded in your ears, lash line damp with the promise of glazed, hazy sight. You spread your legs apart — an invitation, a welcome. Levi happily obliged, and leaned his mouth down to your collarbone. He placed a fragile kiss there, sweet and delicate in nature. His fingers danced down your spine as he caressed the skin, tips meeting the edge of the pillow. He tugged it downwards, and you lifted your hips.
You normally would’ve felt silly with your ass planted on a pillow, cunt on full display for the man in front of you. However, the ravenette had proven himself worthy enough to be graced with the gift of your core. Through gentle touches and bold praises, to the many hours he had spent listening to you pour your heart out over padded cushions and damp tissues — you had become more than just a job to Levi.
You had become the object of his fascination and adoration.
Levi’s length slid against your folds, spreading you further apart and open. Your labia flowered, lips like rose petals under scattered rainfall. You felt like a hurricane — powerful, destructive, merciless. You bucked your hips as his tip caught the hood of your clit, and Levi gently rocked himself against your vulva.
“Don’t, I might cum,” you protested meekly, not stopping your pelvis from matching his thrusts.
“You’re that sensitive, huh?” Levi mused, his palm sliding over your hip to caress your stomach. He squeezed the flesh before swirling his finger around your belly button, trailing the digit all the way up to your breast. He pinched your nipple lightly, a barely concealed smirk on his lips, “You really could cum like this, couldn't you?”
You could only nod, your response tied between the taste buds on your tongue. It felt heavy in your closed mouth, only for the weight to be lifted as soon as you parted your lips and let out a low moan when his tip nudged your bundle of nerves once more. His fingers left your breast, shooting down to your clit. He pulled back the hood slowly, exposing every sensitive part to his curious eyes.
And then Levi thrusted.
“Fuck!” you threw your head back, your body jerking at the explosive pleasure rippling through your core. It nearly hurt, so sensitive and overwhelming.
“Wonder how long it’ll take for you to cum like this,” Levi’s voice dripped like honey, smooth and sweet. “Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
“I’m—“ you couldn’t speak coherently, the friction of his cock redenering you utterly speechless. You were unreasonably close to climax, your poor clit overworked with no release.
You didn’t want to stay on the edge any longer.
Your hands shot from your side, finding purchase on his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He rolled faster against you, letting his head fall to the tops of your breasts. His sweet pecks abandoned, Levi left sloppy, open mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach. You met him halfway, grinding yourself along his cock to speed up his deliberate and methodical pace.
“Good, that’s it,” he buried his face into the valley of your breasts. Levi reached behind himself, tugging your hands down until they rested on the bottom of his rib cage — smashing your tits together in the center of your chest, caging both sides of his face in between the plush. His voice was muffled, “C’mon, you gonna’ cum for me?”
You whimpered, heat igniting in every cell fiber in your body. You wanted it so badly, to tip over and lose yourself in the infinity of release. His balls slapped along your hole on a particularly pressurized pass of his cock, and you plunged past the brink.
Levi’s hips snapped as your thighs trembled, providing the delicious friction to keep your orgasm front and center and continuous. Your knees slammed into his sides as you attempted to close your legs, the pleasure overwhelmingly explosive. Your bottom lip was captured between your teeth, a failed attempt at trying to keep your mewls and breathless moans at bay.
Your pussy clenched violently, and for a moment you were concerned you might pass out. Black spots burned in your vision, brain turning to mush in your skull, full body spasming as your high wrecked you inside and out. Your toes curled, the shells of your ears scorched, and your heart felt as if it was about to burst out of your chest.
Levi hadn’t even put his cock in you, yet here you were absolutely falling apart under him.
“Fuck, Levi,” you gargled, the contractions of your walls slowing down, deepening in vitality. You were positive Levi could feel every pulse in your pussy based on the euphoric look on his face between your breasts.
You hadn’t even noticed he had tilted his head to watch your face as you unravelled for him.
“You make it so fucking hard to control myself,” Levi growled, his nails digging into the back of your hand.
“Then don’t.”
You were worried for a second that Levi hadn’t heard your breathless permission, the look on his face concentrated and impassive. You licked your lips, smoothing over the teeth indents, ready to speak louder.
It wasn’t necessary.
Levi balanced himself to his knees, bringing both his hands to yours. He threw them up and high above your head, crossing them at the wrist. With his right palm, he locked them together , your fingers curled in fists above you. Your body stretched, the skin of your mounds pulled taut, your breathing erratic.
With his free hand, he gripped the base of his length, slowly jerking the rubber covered flesh. His eyes locked in on yours, and you recognized the look in his pupils — primal desire, emotions clawing through the black spheres, ready to reveal themselves at any given moment.
Levi’s tip prodded your soaked hole, barely pressing his cock between your folds. A sliver of pink slipped through his swollen pout, leaving a shimmering path of saliva. Your hips jerked, a needy whine stuck in your trachea. A subtle smirk crossed his lips, and he sunk in.
You both exhaled low groans as he filled you to the brim. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, and Levi’s palm smoothed up your inner thigh to hold your knee securely to his side. His digits dug into the bone, and you mewled.
It had been so worth the wait — Levi’s cock felt incredible nestled within your heat. He held it there for a beat, his pelvic bone flushed to your clit. His dick throbbed against your walls, you could feel his pulse with crystal clarity.
“So fucking tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
You only whimpered in response, too concentrated on the way your pussy fit his length like a glove. Your ego soared, you felt proud of yourself. There you were, laying underneath the man you had desired most of all, watching him unravel above you. He hadn’t even thrusted yet. The furrow of his brow compelled you to rock your hips slowly against him, testing the waters. Levi’s jaw slacked, feeling the smear of your slick along his base.
“Levi, please,” your lashes fluttered, protruding your bottom lip to pout. “Please start moving, I’m gonna’ go crazy.”
“Not yet,” his hand left the comfort of your leg to hold your hip, redenering you immobile. You whined in protest, and Levi sent you a harsh glare, “Don’t move.”
Against your better judgement and your body’s screaming for the exact opposite of his instruction, you stayed put. He slowly lifted the pressure on your hips, eyes never leaving yours as his arm stretched out once again. You didn’t dare turn your head, but your eyes widened dramatically upon hearing the ominous ‘click’ and whirl from the device you assumed Levi and grasped onto.
He waved it in front of your face, “Wasn’t so hard to listen to me, now was it?”
The pink vibrator spoke to something carnal in your psyche as it descended to your throat. It shook your voice box, and you jumped at the contact. Slowly, taking his sweet time, Levi trailed the silicone down to the valley of your breasts, your wrists still pinned above your head. He teased the pebbled skin of your left nipple first, swirling your areola. You arched your back in desperation, and you clenched hard around Levi’s cock.
“Don’t move,” he reminded you, biting down onto his bottom lip as he watched goosebumps rise to attention across your flesh.
The vibrations sent shockwaves to every pleasure receptor in your skin, your muscles, your brain. It was borderline torturous, the way that Levi had this total control of you. You wanted to plead for his mercy, to grant you the sweet salvation of your building climax — your clit ached from your previous orgasm, untouched and begging for more. You nearly salivated when the device gently prodded your opposing nipple, and made a hasty trail down the center of your stomach.
Levi poked your belly button, a humorous twinge in his voice, “You’re doing so good for me. So submissive, listening to every word. Good girls deserve rewards, don’t they? You can answer me, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” you didn’t recognize your own voice — honeyed and complacent, quiet and timid.
“That’s right, they do,” he cooed, leaning forward to dip his lips against your collarbone. It was a sweet, reassuring peck, and Levi quickly leaned upwards to balance himself onto his knees, releasing your bound wrists. Unintentionally, his cock angled right into your g-spot, and you yelpled. He smirked, “And you’ve been such a good girl.”
He brought the vibrator up from the skin of your stomach, holding it in front of his face. Levi pursed his lips, letting a hot trail of spit coat the rounded head of the silicone. It shimmered as the beads surrounded the circumference of the rose colored device, and his icy grey irises held intimidatingly passionate contact with your own.
Your fingers gripped harshly into the pillows as Levi slipped the vibrator against your clit, strangled gasps leaving your throat. With his now freed hand, his palm encompassed the swell of your left breast, and he rocked himself subtly into your heat. The contact of the silicone stimulating your bundle of nerves caused your walls to clasp around his cock, his member pulsing and a low groan eliciting from Levi’s chest.
It was truly a testament to Levi’s character how well he was composed in this moment. You were falling apart at the seams, brain empty, and all the while the ravenette had you filled to the brim, barely even moving. If it wasn’t for his dilated pupils and his irregular breathing, you could’ve been mistaken that Levi hadn’t been feeling a drop of pleasure himself.
Levi’s blunt nails dug half mooned crescents into the flesh of your mound, and his teeth grinded together as he moved the device in stroking motions across your clit. You were seeing stars once more, your entire body trembling. Your skin flushed hot, as if your soul was trying to escape its earthly cage. You wondered if this is what the weight of morality truly felt like.
Just as the tinglings of your fast approaching release licked hot flames at your loins, Levi lifted the vibrator off your pearl. You huffed, your cunt easing pressure off the sharp grip on his dick. He tutted in response, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Levi did not speak, though you could see the array of vocabulary flash across his expression.
A look of curiosity sparked his face, and with a quiet hum and nod of his head, he held the device directly above your pussy. Not close enough to deliver full blown stimulation, but enough to allow tickles of electronic shaking to leave you mewling and whining for more.
“Levi,” you rasped, voice cracking. “I need it, please.”
“You want it,” Levi corrected.
“Please,” you could feel the harsh sting of tears prick along your lash line. “Don’t be mean.”
“Mean?” he arched a thin eyebrow. “I have been anything but mean. In fact, I think I’ve been a little too nice.”
You cried in response, “Please.”
“Please, what? Use your words.”
“Please let me cum.”
“You can do better than that,” he teased, jolting his hips forward. The action caused a bead of arousal to slip from your union, and you could only imagine what the cushion under your ass looked like, stained dark with your undeniable yearning.
In the sweetest voice you could muster, you batted your eyelashes and said, “Please, let me cum. Please fuck me, Levi. I want you so badly, please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
The device lodged fully to your clit once more, though Levi’s hip stayed locked in stagnancy. You thrashed against him, your body moving on its own accord. He didn’t correct you, letting you fuck yourself on his length and bucking up into the vibrator. Your walls squeezed around him, the lewd squelching of the mixed fluids of your arousal and the lube of the condom filled your eardrums.
“Ask for permission,” you could hear the desperation beneath the authority in his tone.
“Can I?” you both knew what you meant.
“Stop squirming,” you followed his instructions, your nerves howling in rejection. “Now.”
If your first orgasm was a thunderstorm, your second was a hurricane. Contractions felt like whipping winds, pleasure lightning strikes in the clouds. Your moans thunderous and timed, your tears fat raindrops as they slid down your cheeks. You came long and violently, every single cell screeching in your anatomy. Your thighs ached, your skull felt like bricks, and you gripped the fabric of the cushion above your head so hard you were afraid your knuckles might snap.
Levi didn’t allow your high to finish before he withdrew his hips, and slammed right into your cervix with destructive intent.
“Too much!” you wailed, throat desert dry.
The vibrator did not move from your clit, and pleasure mixed with pain. You could feel it from the tips of your toes all the way up to the crown of your scalp, like an electrical current strung taut along your nerve endings.
Levi thrusted again, and set his pace with merciless pounding. Your breasts bounced against your ribcage, and you threw your head back into the pillow, your chin pointed at the ceiling.
“I thought,” Levi moaned lowly, his stride never faltering. “I thought this is what you needed.”
“Yes!” the velocity felt so good it hurt. “Don’t stop!”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he muttered darkly.
That was when the tone shifted — this wasn’t just about you anymore, Levi was finally seeking his own pleasure.
He yanked your right hand down to the vibrator, allowing you full and total control as your fingers grasped the device. Both of his palms freed, he lifted your legs up, and adjusted himself. His torso pressed flush against yours, and Levi held your knees to your chest. His cock was in so fucking deep, the new angle providing a symphony of sloshing thrusts to meet your deafening coherence.
Levi’s stamina was something to be praised, and if you could, you’d bottle it up and keep it for yourself on lonely nights in your bed. However, memory would serve well, and you had a feeling that those moments would become rare in the future. You predicted that this union would be the first of many.
And if not, maybe you’d find new reasons to make a house call to your favorite therapist.
Levi was unapologetic in his vocals, moaning wantonly into your ear as he fully aligned himself to you. His cock stroked along every ridge and plush of your cunt, and suddenly space seemed comprehensible in comparison to the void in your mind’s eye. It felt total and complete, and you knew no one would ever come close to the hold Levi held onto you and your body. You felt seen, acknowledged. Levi had thoroughly worshipped your body, and you felt like a goddess as he laid claim to his devotion in totality.
Or, maybe you were just getting the best fuck of your life.
“You’re fucking perfect, fuck,” Levi whined into your neck, suctioning his lips to your skin. The beads of his perspiration slicked against your jawline, his forehead digging into the bone, “Could fuck you for hours. You feel so fucking good.”
“Levi!” your left arm circled around his back, nails scratching along his spine. “Want you to cum so bad!”
“Gonna’ cum so hard in you,” his tongue smoothed over your jugular. “Been wanting to since I first met you, oh fuck — s’all I thought about.”
His plunges became sloppy, and you knew he was close. The vibrator wedged between the two of you, and you wondered if he could feel the tremblings from the thin barrier of your pussy. He had to have — his tip brushed directly under the strongest points of vibration inside of you, your sweet spot swelling with every stroke of his thick cock.
“Take it off,” you begged, feeling the bubbling of your own orgasm reigniting. “Fuck the condom.”
“Maybe next time,” Levi smirked into your throat, nipping gently. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”
“Yes,” you panted, overcome with the idea of it. “I can’t — Levi, I’m gonna’ cum again.”
“Do it, fucking cum for me,” he snarled, ripping his mouth away from your neck and devouring your lips in a passionate embrace.
You could barely kiss him back, lips hanging open to allow any air flow to your lungs. They squeezed in your chest, and all common sense was knocked out of you. His hips rolled, and you clamped down.
Your brain took a back seat with your third and final climax — your entire body checking out. You thrashed once more, squirming under Levi’s as you tipped over the edge. It slammed into the hardest out of the three, uncontrollable screams and whimpers breathed into Levi’s lips. Piercing white light consumed your vision, and you felt utterly exhausted as the waves of climax crashed your shores.
With hard grunts, Levi met his own demise. Spilling inside the tapered tip of the condom, his thrusts irregular, Levi came hard. He matched your own whines, his face scrunched together, and he suckled on your bottom lip to quiet himself. You wanted to hear it all, the mewls spilling forth from his own larynx, the desperate pleas of relief and completion.
As the dust settled, a thought crossed your mind. You hoped that you would be able to reciprocate all that he had done to you one day, to have him in the palm of your hand as he cried for permission to cum. After all, he hadn’t taught you how to suck his dick yet.
You clicked the vibrator off, and Levi slumped against you. You breathed into each other’s mouths, attempting to ground yourself back to the earthly plains of reality. With one last shallow roll of his hips, a quiet moans from both your lips, he pulled back and slid out of your dripping cunt. You could feel all the buildup of fluids from your orgasms coat your used hole, coating the seam of your ass as your legs relaxed. Levi gently tapped your knee, signaling you to lay flat.
Your bones screamed in exhaustion as you stretched out, weary and spent from all the vigorous activity he had put you through. Your eyes fluttered with sleepiness as he lifted himself off your body, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he navigated off the mattress.
Levi’s expression was full of adoration as he mumbled, “You look so tempting right now.”
“I don’t think I can handle anymore,” you chuckled, sweeping a palm over your forehead. “My body might collapse in on itself.”
“What a sight that would be,” he teased, focusing his attention to the weighted rubber on his length. He slowly peeled the condom from his base, careful to not let his seed spill from the tip. He tied it into a knot, and discarded it in the trash by your nightstand, “How are you feeling?”
“Tired, but good,” you smiled lazily as you closed your legs, cringing at the amount of slickness between your thighs. “Dirty.”
“Where do you keep your rags?” Levi questioned, reaching down to search for his briefs on the floor. He tugged them up his ankles and calves, snapping the waistband in place along his hips.
“Closet in the bathroom,” you yawned, not daring to move a muscle. “Top shelf with the towels.”
He hummed before slipping out your bedroom door, his bare feet thudding against the floorboards. You nearly fell asleep in the couple of minutes he was gone, brought back by the gentle tapping of fingers on your thighs. You spread your legs apart, and Levi swept the warm cloth along your folds, softly to not arouse you any further.
The dampness between your legs was opposing in texture to the sticky mess you had made, and you muttered a thank you as he finished his clean up, “You can just toss it in the hamper, I’ll do laundry tomorrow.”
“You should,” he scrunched his nose up at the overflowing pile of clothes. “The sheets as well. If it wasn’t so late and you weren’t so tired, I’d be doing them for you.”
“What a gentleman,” you giggled, sighing as he removed the pillow from underneath you to toss into the hamper as well.
You watched through half shut eyes as Levi maneuvered through your bedroom, folding his clothes and placing them on your dresser before placing his fingers to the light switch on your wall. The dim lighting evaporated, and silence consumed the space.
You felt the bed dip to your left, and you shimmied over to allow Levi space, “You’re staying the night?”
“What kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t? Gotta’ make sure my client wakes up alright,” Levi chuckled before his tone turned serious. He gulped, “If that’s alright, of course?”
“More than alright,” your heart raced, and you lifted up as Levi grasped the edge of your comforter, bringing the fabric up to cover your bodies. “What if I need an emergency session in the morning? Anything can happen, you know.”
“Yes, exactly, emergencies,” you could hear the smirk on his lips as Levi shifted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your middle.
“So,” you slurred as you began to drift off, Levi’s free hand brushing back strands of your hair from your forehead. He twirled them between his fingers, humming for you to continue, “How often should I see you now? Still twice a week?”
“As many times as you want,” Levi whispered, his lips against your temple. “Whenever you want.”
Dare 2 for the camboy Childe post- please it had me drooling.. I discovered your blog today and I already read your entire masterlist, your work is so good !! Please take care of yourself <3
“I heard someone came back for more...” Tartaglia purred, tilting his head tantalizingly at the camera, eyes narrowed sensually, “Yeah? You wanna fill me up again?” He smirked, batting his eyes teasingly.
He began to slowly unbutton his shirt, “Hm, maybe you wanna watch me do other dirty things, just for you~?”
The chat went wild with responses, each more enthralled than the last.
“How about...” Tartaglia began, running his fingers lightly across a silk pillow, “I stuff this between my legs, and you edge me ‘till I cry?” He smirked, “Does that sound good, Master?”
Tips flooded in, only making Tartaglia’s smirk grow wider and smugger. He slipped his shirt from his shoulders, quickly removing the rest of his clothes after.
Tartaglia straddled the pillow excitedly, shivering as his cock brushed against the cool silk.
“Fuck—” He gasped, beginning to grind harshly on the pillow, “I already feel like I’m gonna cum~” Tartaglia groaned, tipping his head back slightly and biting his lip.
He threw his head forward to read the comments, a delirious little smile on his face as he read them.
“God, keep calling me your little slut, I fucking love it~!” Tartaglia cried, hands trailing up his sides and up to his nipples, pulling and pinching at them.
He jerked around desperately, chest heaving so prettily— already teetering on the edge of cumming, in front of thousands of people no less.
“Master, Master,” Tartaglia panted, “Can I cum? Can I please cum for you?” He sounded so needy—frantic even as he rode the pillow.
The chat quickly filled with denial, telling him to hold out longer.
Tartaglia moaned mournfully at the responses, tears welling up in his pretty blue eyes.
“P-Please~! Let me cuummm!” He’s slurring his words now, fisting the pillow so tight his knuckles are changing color.
“Let your little whore cum, dear god please let net cum!” Tartaglia begged, desperately, tears running down his freckled cheeks.
You donate some thousand coins with a message, “cum for master, you’ve been a good little slut for me.” laughing to yourself as he whines happily, so high pitched and desperate.
“Thank you—Thank you—Thank you, Master!” Tartaglia squeals, humping the pillow faster as he cums hard, body shaking as he rides out his intense high. His back is arched dramatically, his eyes rolled back... how pretty.
Tartaglia removes the soiled pillow from between his legs, laying down on his side as he pants for air.
“I’m fucking spent... thanks for playing with me again Master~” He winks, and the stream ends.
I can just imagine Y/N in bed and Bakugou coming to bed but catching Y/N masturbating, taking the toy they are using and putting it aside, suprisingly pounding the shit out of Y/N straight away until he stops when they are just on the edge, choking them and then making them beg as their legs tremble from the desire. (pure edging kink, degrading kink too! Feel free to add more, sorry if this is too specific)
Fuckkkk, nonnie, I read this and immediately went over to @some-kindofgnome, screaming I’M WET. Jesus. Thank you for making it specific. This is perfect.
minors do not interact
warnings: 18+, choking, edge play, toy play, degradation (use of “slut” and “whore”), light auditory exhibitionism(?), begging, a dash of overstim
wc: 2.2k
pairing: bakugou x reader
edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop
“Fuck,” you moan, lifting your hips off your bed as you ride your magic wand in the air. One hand is pinching your nipple, one hand white knuckled around the toy sending the vibrations of Satan’s rumbly laugh flat on your clit.
There’s no hiding this toy. It isn’t one of those coy vibrators disguised as a tube of lipstick or some kind of modern art; it’s over a foot long and looks like the microphone for a band of merry giants. Katsuki knows all about your toy—well, multiple toys—but you never bring it out unless you know he was going to be out of the house for a while. There’s still a small part of you that’s embarrassed.
Your work schedules have been out of sync for days and you’ve barely been able to steal a snuggle from him all week, much less a good lay. You’re amped up, and the vibrator teasing the breadth of your pussy has your thighs quaking.
“Oh, fuck, Katsuki,” you whine, your inner thighs clenching like they’re squeezing his head instead of the open air above your toy.
You don’t even hear the door open.
Katsuki can hear you from the fucking hallway. It takes a second for him to place the dull electronic thrum coming from your apartment. Not the blender or the coffee grinder…No, there’s no appliance in the apartment that should make a noise quite like that.
Then he hears a full-throated shout of his name and the pieces fall into place, stiffening his dick immediately. He’d gotten more of a workout during his shift than anticipated, chasing some half-bit villain, so he cut his workout short today and is back a good hour earlier than he told you to expect.
Katsuki slides his key in the lock as quietly as he can, his moves measured as he falls easily into his stealth training. He opens the door and holds the latch down as he closes it, slips his shoes off, and places his bag by the door, just for now. He pulls off his shirt and throws it to the ground as he walks over to the bedroom, a smirk already rising on his face.
He kicks the door open, slouching against the doorframe as you scream, your body tensing as your eyes shoot to his. It’s all he can do not to laugh as you fling the toy across the bed, as far as its cord will let you. It stays connected, though, its even thundering the only noise in the room.
You fumble to turn of the device—the noise must be screaming in your ears, it’s so fucking loud. Katsuki’s eyes pass over you, from the sheen of sweat on your collarbone, to your slack jaw, still panting with the rise and fall of your heaving chest. You look half fucked out.
“Hey, slut,” Katsuki says, his voice casual and almost cheerful, as though his erection isn’t already straining against his pants, begging to be let out. “Didja know I could hear you from outside?”
Your eyes widen as the embarrassment floods you.
“No.” Your voice is meek as you sit up, looking at him. Of course you hadn’t known. Your shame doesn’t stop your eyes from passing over his bare chest, taking in his muscles, flexed from the recent workout, and then down to where his boner strains against his sweatpants.
“What were you thinking about?”
“You!” you reply quickly, pushing yourself up to walk over to him. Katsuki puts a hand out and you shrink back, remaining kneeling on the bed. He can see the wet spot on the comforter from where your slick dripped own your ass and pooled there. Was your plan to rush through some laundry before he got home or were you just going to leave it there and think he wouldn’t notice?
“I know that, sweetness,” Katsuki says. “All the neighbors do too. Now what were you thinking about?”
He sees the difference in the question appearing on your face as your eyes break away from his, looking to the wood floor for just a moment before glancing back up. “I was thinking about you eating me out.”
Katsuki takes of his pants and boxers in one go, unceremoniously stepping out of them as he walks to the foot of the bed. You sit down on your hip, your legs kicking in front of you a bit as you rotate, following him, your eyes flickering from his face to his dick. Katsuki grabs both your ankles and pulls them to him. He drags them down the side of the bed until your ass is right on the edge, and then his hands spread your thighs wide to him. Your eyes are shining with hope and anticipation.
You’re soaked. There are threads of arousal pulled between your thighs and your pussy is already creamy from top to bottom. He leans down, the smell of you hitting his nose, and then he leans up your body until his mouth is on your ear and he whispers, “Now, why the fuck would I do that?”
A gasp yanks out of you as Katsuki takes a callused thumb and presses it harshly from just below your clit to just above it.
“Did you even feel that? Your pussy all numbed out from all those vibrations? Why would I lick your slutty fucking pussy just for my jaw to ache and you to feel nothing now that you’ve rammed that fucking toy against you for who knows how long?”
On the word rammed Katsuki pressed his thumb harshly against your clit, working it until he was done talking and then pulling away, leaving you breathing heavily.
“I feel it, Katsuki, I promise, I feel it,” you babble, looking at him desperately.
“Oh, you’ll feel it,” Katsuki says, grabbing both your knees, the slick from his thumb wiping carelessly along your kneecap. He pulls you to his hips and then drops one leg, grabbing his cock and running it through your copious wetness. “You’ll fucking feel it.”
He plunges into you in one go, your ass slapping against his thighs wetly. Fuck, he’s never felt you this wet without lube, and it’s glorious. You’re sucking him in, beckoning him forward. He pulls most of the way out and bottoms out back into you, feeling zero resistance.
You cry out both times. You’re so tight inside. Like all that rolling around you’d been doing with your vibrator, cunt squeezing around nothing, had tensed your pussy, making you hug around his cock more than ever.
“Have you cum yet, slut?”
“No!” you cry out as he hammers into you, quickly setting a brutal pace.
He has both hands on your thighs again, and is doing both the work of pulling you to him with his arms and thrusting his hips into you. There really was no need to go to the gym today. Not when you’re so pliable under his touch. You’re helpless on the bed as he stands over you, your arms useless overhead. God, he wants to see you cuffed to the headboard or maybe even suspended from the air as he has his way with you.
“Are you close?” he asks, giving another rough swipe to your clit.
When he’d come in the room, you’d appeared to be right on the edge. Eyes wet, muscles tense. He knows if he puts a hand to your cheek right now it’ll be hot, nearly as hot as your molten pussy. It won’t take you long to get back up to that point as he pounds you relentlessly.
“Yes,” you whine, arching your back as he pulls his thumb up above your clit, leaving the little bundle of nerves exposed and standing tall and pulsing to him.
Suddenly, he stops thrusting, shaft fully inside you. He pulls his hands off and falls forward over you, forearms framing your shoulders as both hands go to your neck. He keeps his hold loose, but his thumbs are pressing in just above your collarbone, on either side of your esophagus.
“Why should I let you cum, whore?” he growls. “You were getting all ready to do it without me—why should I help you out?”
“I was just doing it because you weren’t here,” you wheeze, Katsuki’s hold on your throat tightens just a little. “I missed you.”
Katsuki rocks one single stroke of his cock out and back in and the thinnest whine squeezes out your throat.
“I didn’t hear you asking me for anything these past few days,” he taunts. “How was I supposed to know how desperate you were for my cock, huh?”
“I…always want you,” you pant.
“I want you too, baby,” he says, brows twisted in false sympathy. “And I wanna let you cum. I wanna feel you cream on my cock. But I’m gonna need you to beg me for it.”
“Please, Katsuki,” you say immediately. He grins—he has you right where he wants you. Sloppy and desperate, willing to bend however he wants you to. “Please, I just want your cock. I just wanna cum around your big, hard cock, please!”
“Oh?” Katsuki asks, cocking his head to the side as he takes one hand off your throat, compensating by squeezing even harder with the other, moving it up just under your jaw. Then he grabs your forgotten vibrator and waves it in front of you. “What about this?”
You hesitate, unable to read him. You don’t know if he wants you to beg for nothing but his dick or if he’s hinting towards something else. He takes pity on you and places the large head of the toy just above where you’re warming his cock and looks at the buttons, clicking the toy on.
You cry out immediately and Katsuki presses his palm harder against your throat, reducing your voice to nothing but a hiss. Katsuki rolled his hips into you. Fuck, he can feel the vibrations singing through your bones and spreading over his cock. He clicks the up button and you whine again as the vibrations get quicker, making his cock twitch inside of you.
You’re squeezing him all over again, fluttering like you’re only moments from the edge. Katsuki won’t be outdone by a toy, so he begins pounding into you again, his grip as tight on the wand as it is on your throat. You thighs are squeezing around his hips, muscles trembling from all the sensation.
“Yeah, you fucking love this, don’t you?” Katsuki taunts, clicking the vibrator up to its third setting as your legs begin to shake, ankles coming undone behind his ass. “Your dirty little toy and my dick double-teaming you? Bet this is your fucking greatest fantasy, isn’t it?”
You’re nearly screaming—would be, if his hand weren’t choking out the sound. Either way, he’s certain that everything can be heard just as well now as he’d heard in the hallway earlier. He doesn’t give a shit.
Katsuki turns the vibrator up to its highest setting and you don’t last another moment. Your legs seize, trapping his hip flush against yours as you squeeze around him tighter than you ever have. He wants to keep thrusting, carry himself over into his own orgasm, but you’re holding him too tightly. But you pulsing around him, combined with the vibrations that are tingling his dick from head to base, are doing more than he thought.
A moment later, a roar of shock is pulled out of his throat as his own orgasm sneaks up on him, shooting his first rope of cum into you. In his surprise he pulled the vibrator off of you and your body relaxes, spine unfurling and thighs loosening their hold.
But that’s not what Katsuki wants. He rears back and gives another thrust, still cumming hard inside of you as he shoves the vibrator back square on your clit, and you cry out from the overstimulation.
“Fuck! Katsuki, I can’t—”
Your body shudders and you’re cumming again, the full strength of the vibrator not even giving you the chance to breathe between. Then your hands are flailing at it and Katsuki rips it off of you as you continue to seize around him, milking out the last of his cum.
Katsuki takes a few steadying breaths. He’s only able to revel in the calm afterglow before his anger pricks at the racket that vibrator’s making. He pulls out of you, not failing to notice how your legs twitch as he does so and fumbles with the power button until the device falls silent once more.
“God, that thing has a fucking jet engine in it,” Katsuki says, tossing it back on the bed.
You’re silent but for your heavy breaths as you lie completely spread on the bed, sweat covering your whole body. He can see tear tracks down your cheeks from the overstimulation, your lashes wet and stuck together.
“That mindblowing, huh?”
Katsuki raises an eyebrow as you just nod, apparently too fucked out to talk.
“I see why you fucking like it so much,” Katsuki says. Even just those secondary vibrations carrying through you onto his dick had been fucking incredible, so he could only imagine what they’d felt like pressed right against your sweet spot, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. “We could, uh, try it again sometime if you want?”
“Oh, yeah,” you breathe, your voice rough from Katsuki’s treatment. You open one tired eye and look at him seriously. “We’re doing that again.”
