would anybody be interested in a lelouch x reader oneshot???👀
I probably won’t post for a while since i’m going on a trip but when i come back i might cook something 😛
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would anybody be interested in a lelouch x reader oneshot???👀
I probably won’t post for a while since i’m going on a trip but when i come back i might cook something 😛
Kenma x Fem!Reader
! NSFW, minors DNI ! ➙ explicit sexual content, fem!reader, praising , squirting, overstimulation.
!! aged up !!
The click of Kenma’s mechanical keyboard was usually the backing track to your evenings.
Tonight, however, the room was surprisingly quiet.
Instead of grinding ranked matches, Kenma had decided to do a simple Q&A stream.
You sat propped up against his pillows, your legs tucked beneath his fluffy blanket. From your position you could see the back of his head, with his bleached hair tied up in a loose bun to keep it out of his face. He was slumped in his gaming chair, his chin resting in one hand while his other lazily scrolled through the live chat flashing across his screen.
Kenma’s voice was low, answering questions directly to his chat.
"Yeah, the new update is okay," he murmured into his expensive microphone, "No, I’m not playing anything tonight. Just felt like talking. For a bit."
You hid a small smile behind the collar of his sweater, which you had stolen from his closet earlier that evening. It was oversized, smelling faintly of vanilla and the clean scent of his laundry detergent. You had questioned his sudden urge to interact with his community when he first set up the stream, but you hadn’t pushed for answers.
“Okay, next one,” Kenma muttered. “*‘How is your girlfriend?’* She’s fine. She’s right here.” “No, you can’t see her. Stop asking.”
His followers knew he was in a relationship; he’d casually mentioned having a girlfriend a year ago to stop the endless shipping and invasive questions. But you decided to remain anonymous. You liked your privacy, and Kenma was extremely protective of it.
"Favorite food? Anything quick to make, and apple pie." Kenma answered, shifting slightly in his chair.
"Alright. It's getting late. I’m wrapping this up. See you guys tomorrow."
In no time, the stream ended, and the bright studio light attached to his desk turned off, casting the room into a much warmer atmosphere. He took off his headset, setting it carefully on its stand, and exhaled a long breath.
You expected him to turn around, and maybe ask what you wanted to do or what to order for dinner. Instead, Kenma stood up immediately, his movements unusually quick. He didn't even push his chair back into the desk, he walked straight toward the bed, his gold eyes locked on you.
Before you could say anything, he crawled onto the mattress and slid his body over yours, his knees framing your hips, and collapsed his upper body weight directly onto your chest.
“Kenma?” you asked, a soft laugh bubbling up from your throat as his face buried itself into the crook of your neck. His nose nuzzled against your skin, inhaling deeply. “What’s wrong with you? You’re heavy.”
He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling your lower body flush against his. He was incredibly warm, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “Let me stay like this for a minute.”
You blinked at the ceiling, lifting your hands to run your fingers through the soft strands of his hair, untangling the loose bun until. “You’re acting really strange today.Did something happen?”
Kenma didn't answer right away. He just continued to press his face into your neck. You could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat against your ribs. He shifted his weight, his thigh sliding between yours, forcing your legs slightly apart beneath the heavy blanket. The sudden friction made a quiet gasp hitch in your throat.
“Kenma...” you warned softly, your hands tightening in his hair.
He finally tilted his head up, his chin resting on your chest so he could look at you. There was a look on his face you had never seen before . "I couldn't focus on a game," he admitted, his voice almost whispering.
"Why not?"
Kenma swallowed, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. He reached down, pushing the blanket that was covering you away, his fingers gripping your thigh through your shorts, squeezing firmly. "I read something earlier today. And I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop thinking about you."
You blinked, surprised by the sudden confession. "Thinking about me? What did you read?"
Kenma leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I read a whole guide on how to make a girl squirt."
Your breath hitched in your throat and your heartbeat quickly sped up. “You... what?"
"I want to make you squirt," he repeated, completely deadpan. He pulled back to look at you, his expression completely serious. "I’ve never done it to you before. I want to see if I can do it.” A wave of heat rushed to your face. "Kenma... that's-"
"Please…" he interrupted gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your inner thigh, slowly moving higher. "I've been thinking about it all through the stream. Every time someone asked a stupid question, I was just imagining you under me. Please, baby? Let me try."
“I mean, I guess you can try. I don’t think it’s even possible though.”
A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of Kenma’s lips. “Don’t worry.”
He started moving, way too slowly, making you shiver from anticipation. He reached over to his nightstand, opening the drawer where he kept a bunch of sex toys you both decided to buy a long time ago. The one he chose was a standard hot pink vibrator.
He placed it on the bed next to you, then slid his hands down to the hem of your shorts. He looked into your eyes as he slowly peeled the fabric down your legs, followed by your underwear, leaving you completely bare from the waist down, tossing the clothes over the edge of the bed.
"You're already so warm," Kenma murmured, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your hip. He positioned himself between your legs, kneeling, forcing your thighs wide open. He didn't take off his hoodie, which somehow made the contrast between his covered body and your exposed state feel incredibly intimate.
Without a warning, he pressed his hand against your clit, making you gasp. "Relax, baby," Kenma whispered, his voice incredibly soothing. "I'm going to take care of you. Just listen to me."
He spent a long time just teasing you. You could hear the squelching sounds of his fingers moving against your skin, a sound that made you even more needy. It wasn’t enough.
"Kenma..." you whined, your hands reaching up to grip his shoulders.
"I know," he murmured, his eyes fixed on where his hands were working. "You're already getting so wet for me.” He reached over and picked up the vibrator. He clicked it on, and the low rumble filled the bedroom. He didn't place it directly on you right away, but hovered the vibrating head just millimeters away from your clit, teasing you even more than he already had.
You arched your back, desperate for contact. "Kenma, please."
"Hold on, baby," he whispered, finally pressing the silicone head against your pussy on a low setting.
The sensation was immediate, causing your thighs to twitch. Kenma watched your face, keeping the vibrator steady, using his other hand to gently part your lips, sliding a single finger inside you.
"You like this setting?" he asked, his thumb pressing the button, increasing the intensity to the max, the buzzing even louder now. "Yes! Oh my… Kenma!" you gasped, your hips trying to roll away from the stimulation, but he used his body weight to keep you pinned, his thigh pressing down on yours to keep you open.
"Come on, stay still." he commanded softly. His finger inside you began to hook upward, intentionally rubbing against your most sensitive spot
You could feel the pressure building in your lower abdomen. "Kenma... I'm close," you cried out. "Go ahead," he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your jawline. "Come for me, baby."
Finally, you hit the edge, your toes curling as a massive wave of pleasure crashed over you, making your cunt clamp down violently around his finger, pulsing in tight contractions.
Kenma didn't stop. He kept the vibrator pressed firmly against you, riding out the peak of your orgasm, forcing every last drop of pleasure out of your body until your cries turned into trembling whines.
When he finally clicked the vibrator off and slid his finger out, you collapsed back into the mattress, panting heavily, your skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. Every brush of the bedsheets against your thighs felt like sandpaper.
"Good girl," Kenma murmured, wiping his wet hand on a nearby towel. He crawled up your body, laying his chest against yours, his face inches from your own. He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips.
Kenma then smiled. He reached down, his hand sliding between your legs again. You flinched, trying to close your thighs, but he gently pried them apart again.
"We're not done." he whispered against your lips. "That was just the warm-up. We're just getting started."
"Wait…it's too much," you pleaded, though the throbbing between your legs contradicted your words. You were still dripping wet.
"Trust me. I’m going to go slow. If it really hurts, I’ll stop. But I know you, baby. You can take more."
He lined up two fingers at the entrance of your soaked hole.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
You forced your heavy eyelids open, looking into his intense gaze.
He slid both fingers inside you in one smooth motion.
You let out a high-pitched whimper, your hands clutching at his wrists. The sensation of his two fingers stretching your sensitive walls felt incredible. Every movement felt almost dizzying.
Instead of moving his fingers quickly, however, he pushed them deep and slowly inside you, curling them upward against your anterior wall.
You could feel a strange pressure beginning to form inside you. It wasn't the usual tingling sensation; it felt different.
"Kenma, wait! I'm going to pee, I swear, stop!" you gasped, panic suddenly flaring in your chest. You tried to pull your hips back, but Kenma clamped his free hand over your hipbone, pinning you to the mattress with terrifying strength for someone of his stature.
"Don't move," he growled softly, his eyes locking onto yours. He increased the speed slightly, but continued his precise movement against your sweet spot. The sensation was too overwhelming; it felt like you needed to pee, but at the same time you felt so good from the spot he was hitting.
"I need to go to the bathroom," you cried out, tears finally pricking the corners of your eyes. "Kenma, please,I'm gonna mess the bed-"
"You're not going to mess the bed," Kenma countered, "You are not going to pee, trust me. Just don’t fight it."
He then moved his hand, using his thumb to press firmly against your swollen clit, while his two fingers continued to move inside you.
You couldn't think anymore, you could only feel Kenma’s fingers driving into the deepest part of your being.
At that moment, your entire lower body began to tremble violently.
"Oh my god, I can't-"
"Yes you can"
Something inside you snapped.
Your internal muscles locked up in the tightest spasm you had ever experienced, and suddenly, a warm gush of fluid erupted from your warmth.
You let out a loud scream, your back arching like it never did. Kenma kept pumping his fingers through the release, driving the orgasm even deeper. Another wave of fluid erupted from you, soaking his fingers, his wrist, even the sleeve of his hoodie as your body completely convulsed under his touch.
"Look at you," Kenma whispered, his voice satisfied. You collapsed back down, completely spent, trembling from head to toe. Your vision was blurry, and your brain felt completely fried. Kenma slowly withdrew his fingers, which were dripping wet. He looked down at the mess on the bed, then up at your face, a soft smile gracing his features. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a breathless kiss. You managed to close your eyes as Kenma wrapped his arms around you, pulling your tired body close to his chest, completely satisfied with his victory.
divider credits: @dollywons
I don’t really like this but oh well ✌🏻.
Rin Itoshi x Fem!Reader
Summary: Rin agrees to join the others at the amusement park just to spend time with you. However, the night takes an unexpected turn when the usually stoic striker gets extremely flustered because of you.
Warnings: none, just a loooooot of fluff🥹. Also this is pretty long (˵◝⩊◜˵マ
The neon lights of the amusement park bled into the evening sky, casting vibrant streaks of electric blue, hot pink, and gold against the twilight.
You looked up from your phone, your eyes instantly softening as they landed on the boy walking next to you, and then to the rest of the group a few meters ahead.
Rin looked entirely out of his comfort zone. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie and dark cargo pants. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, while his gaze scanned the crowd, hoping that the evening would go smoothly and none of his friends will ruin his peace.
“You're still glaring at the cotton candy machine like it personally offended you," you teased softly, stepping closer to him so your shoulder brushed against his arm.
Rin let out a low click of his tongue, his teal eyes flicking down to meet yours for a second before he looked ahead again. "I just can’t understand how people enjoy being here"
"It's called having fun, Rin," you countered, reaching out to gently grab his sleeve, anchoring yourself to him amidst the sea of moving people. "Remember? The thing you promised you'd try to do tonight?"
"I'm only here because of you," he muttered. "If you weren't here, I’d be in the training room right now."
You couldn't help but chuckle, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest. You knew he meant every word.
Just a few days prior, the atmosphere had been entirely different.
Ego’s constant psychological pressure had pushed everyone to their absolute limits. Not only they were physically exhausted, but their minds were stretched like guitar strings ready to snap.
Then, a miracle happened. Ego announced a mandatory forty-eight-hour rest period to prevent a complete mental burnout, and within an hour of the announcement, a loud meeting had formed in one of the main common rooms.
"An amusement park! We have to go to an amusement park!" Bachira had cheered, literally vibrating with excitement.
Isagi sighed, but there was a bright spark of excitement in his eyes. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the coffee table. "Honestly, getting out of this building sounds amazing. What do you think, Chigiri?"
He was carefully combing through his long hair and shrugged with a faint smile at the question. "I'm down. As long as Kunigami promises not to throw up on me if we go on some crazy ride."
"Hey! Shut up, you losers!" Kunigami’s attempts to protest protests were instantly drowned out by Barou, who was meticulously wiping down a spot on the table that no one else could see. "If we are going, I will not have you idiots wandering off, losing your wallets, or do some stupid shit!”
You had been sitting a few feet away at a smaller desk. Rin had called you as soon as he heard Ego’s demand, because otherwise, he would’ve continued his harsh training, ignoring his words.
Speaking of him, he was sitting in the furthest corner of the room, his eyes closed, trying to ignore the loud shouting of his “childish” teammates.
Isagi, being the bravesoul that he was, stood up and walked over to the corner. "Hey, Rin. You're coming with us, right? It's a team thing. Well, a temporary team thing."
Rin didn't even open his eyes. His expression remained a mask of cold indifference. "Don't annoy me with you lukewarm activities. I’m just fine staying here. Don't speak to me."
"Come on, Rim!" Bachira chimed in, suddenly appearing right behind Isagi, peering over his shoulder. "They have a haunted house! We can see who screams the loudest! I bet Barou screams like a little girl."
"What did you say, insect?!" Barou roared from across the room.
Rin's brow twitched in sheer annoyance. "Get out of my face."
Isagi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew when a wall was too thick to break down. He turned his head, his gaze wandering across the room until it landed on you. An idea visibly sparked in Isagi's eyes, while a slightly mischievous grin spread across his face.
"Hey, (name)," Isagi called out, raising his voice just enough to catch the room's attention. "You should definitely come with us. We could really use someone sane to keep these guys fromgetting in trouble. Plus, you’ve been working just as hard as any of us, with your studies."
You blinked, surprised by the sudden invitation. "Oh? I mean, I wouldn't want to intrude on your team bonding..."
"You wouldn't be intruding at all!" Chigiri offered, giving you a warm smile. "Honestly, please come. If it's just us, Barou is going to force us to march in a straight military line."
You chuckled, looking down at your legs. "Well, it does sound nice. I haven't been to an amusement park in forever."
The moment those words left your mouth, Rin opened his eyes. His intense gaze locked onto you and you caught his eyes, offering him a soft little smile, a silent apology for wanting to go.
Rin stood up and walked straight to you, his footsteps echoing slightly until he stopped right in front of your desk.
"You want to go?" Rin asked, his voice low, meant only for your ears.
"I think so," you said softly, looking up into his eyes. "It's been a really stressful few weeks, Rin. A night out sounds really fun. Are you sure you won't come? I... I was kind of hoping I'd get to spend some time with you since we’ve both been so busy."
You kept your voice gentle. You knew Rin. You knew that underneath the sharp exterior and the harsh words, he was carrying a weight heavier than anyone else in this facility. You knew how much he pushed himself, and how rarely he ever let himself just... relax.
Rin stared down at you. He looked at your hopeful expression and the soft curve of your lips.
Rin closed his eyes and let out a long defeated sigh.
"Fine," he muttered, his tone dripping with reluctance, though the faint tint of pink spreading across the tips of his ears told a completely different story. "I'll go."
"What?!" Bachira gasped, his jaw dropping. "Just like that?! (name), what kind of sorcery do you possess?!"
"Shut up before I murder both of you and bury you under the pitch," Rin hissed, glaring over his shoulder. He then looked back down at you, his expression softening. "But I'm staying next to you the whole time. If any of these idiots get annoying, we're leaving."
"Deal," you smiled, your heart fluttering.
And that was how you found yourself here, walking through the crowded pathways of the amusement park, with Rin firmly anchored to your side.
Despite Barou’s attempts, however, within half an hour, everyone had split up.
Bachira had dragged Isagi toward the massive roller coaster with a vertical drop. Kunigami and Chigiri had wandered off toward the food stalls, and Barou followed the rest.
For the past hour, you and Rin had been doing things at a much slower pace. You had managed to convince him to ride the Ferris wheel with you just as the sun was setting, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Rin had spent most of the ride looking out the window, but his hand had found yours on the bench seat, his fingers locking tightly with yours in a quiet display of affection.
Now, you were wandering through the game section of the park. This area was a bit darker, illuminated by flashing lights (catch the reference🙂↔️), while the loud shouting of booth vendors trying to lure in couples and families could be heard over the music.
"Step right up! Step right up! Test your skills, show your strength! Win a prize for your beautiful lady!" a loud voice boomed ahead of you.
You slowed your pace as you walked past a particular booth. It was a soccer challenge. The game was simple: there were two circular targets, barely larger than a standard soccer ball, positioned in the top-left and top-right corners The rules were painted on a cardboard sign: *Score two points by hitting both targets to win a prize!*
You stopped walking, and as you scanned the booth, your eyes landed directly on the top shelf where the "prizes" were displayed.
Your breath hitched.
Sitting right in the center of the top shelf was a massive plushie of Snorlax. It was gorgeous, and easily the size of a large torso.
You absolutely adored that Pokémon.
"Ah..." you softly breathed out, your feet coming to a complete halt. You stared at the plushie, your eyes wide with a sudden longing. It was so cute. It looked incredibly soft, and you could already imagine hugging it while studying late at night in your dorm.
Rin stopped when he felt the slight tug on his sleeve. He turned his head, his eyes immediately tracking your line of sight. He saw the exact direction of your gaze, locking onto the giant plushie.
He didn't say anything, but he noticed the way your bottom lip tucked slightly under your teeth, the way your eyes shone under the carnival lights, and the tiny sigh that escaped your lips.
But then, you caught yourself. It was a textbook scam. It was designed to make regular people think they could do it, only to drain their wallets 500 yen at a time.
You shook your head, pulling your eyes away from the beautiful plushie with a forced smile. You looked up at Rin, squeezing his arm lightly. "Come on, let's keep walking. Those games are totally rigged anyway."
You started to take a step forward, expecting Rin to follow you.
He didn't move.
You blinked, looking back at him. Rin was standing perfectly still, his eyes no longer on the plushie, but at the booth vendor. A smirk suddenly carved its way onto his handsome face.
"Rin?" you asked, a sudden wave of apprehension washing over you. "It's fine, really. We don't need to play."
"Hey there, young man!" the booth operator called out, noticing Rin's stare. The man puffed out his chest, completely unaware of who he was currently addressing. "Think you got what it takes? Bring your girl over! Just five hundred yen for three tries. Hit both targets, and you can take home any prize on the top shelf! Show her what you're made of!"
Rin stepped forward, pulling his hands out of his hoodie pockets.
"Rin, seriously, you don't have to," you whispered, reaching for his hand.
Rin looked back at you over his shoulder. "You want that thing, don't you?"
"Well... yeah, it's really cute, but-"
"Then I'm getting it for you," he interrupted, "A rigged game is only rigged for people who don't know how to control the ball."
He turned back to the booth, pulling his wallet from his pocket. "One turn, please" Rin said to the vendor.
The operator quickly snatched the money. "Alright, alright! Here are your balls. Remember, you only have three attempts."
By this time, a few familiar faces had caught sight of the commotion.
"Whoa, wait a minute! Is that Rin?!"
You turned around to see Isagi, Bachira, and Chigiri walking up, holding half-eaten boxes of popcorn.
"Oh! It is Rin!" Bachira cheered, rushing over to stand right next to you, his eyes wide with excitement. "No way! I thought he hated inefficient things!"
"Shut up, you lukewarm extras," Rin growled, not even looking back at them. He picked up the first soccer ball from the counter and placed it down on the synthetic turf. He took three steps back, positioning himself at a specific angle, just to strike a few second after.
The sound was explosive. The ball didn't wobble, instead it flew in a perfectly straight line.
It slammed directly into the center of the top-left target. The electronic sensor flashed a bright red light.
"So cool!" Bachira cheered, jumping up and down.
The booth operator's jaw had dropped. He stared at Rin, then at the target, his face losing a bit of color. "U-Uh... lucky shot, kid! You still need one more!"
Rin didn't even blink. He grabbed the second ball, and placed it down. He took his stance, his eyes locking onto the top-right target.
Another kick.
The second ball slammed into the top-right target with the exact same precision. The buzzer blared again, and the lights on the booth began to flash green, signaling a prize victory.
The entire process had taken less than a minute. Rin stood there, and then politely pointed at the giant plushie.
"This one please." Rin asked.
"Sure…!" the man stammered, taking a small stepladder to pull down the massive Snoralx plushie. He handed it over the counter and Rin took it into his arms. It was so big it practically covered his entire chest.
Then, he turned around to face you.
The bright, flashing neon lights of the amusement park seemed to soften, focusing entirely on the two of you.
Rin walked over to you, stopping right in front of you. He extended his arms, pressing the incredibly soft plushie gently into your hands.
"Here," Rin said, his voice dropping into that soft tone he only ever used when the two of you were completely alone. "It’s yours."
You caught the plushie, your arms wrapping around its incredibly velvety body. It was even softer than you had imagined.
You looked over the top of the plushie's head, your eyes locking directly with Rin's.
In that exact moment, an overwhelming wave of emotion crashed over you. It wasn't just about the plushie. It was the fact that this incredibly stubborn and prideful boy, had completely set aside his pride and his hatred for 'inefficient' things just because he saw a brief look of longing in your eyes. Just to make you happy.
Your throat completely locked up. You wanted to thank him, you wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but the words stuck in your throat, completely taken over by the warmth blooming in your chest.
So, you didn't speak.
Instead, you just looked up at him. Your eyes, sparkling under the golden carnival lights, softened into a gaze of affection. A soft smile graced your lips as you hugged the plushie tighter against your chest, your entire soul projecting through your eyes just how much he meant to you.
Rin stared down at you.
He saw your expression. He saw the adoration shining in your eyes, directed entirely at him.
For a second, the great Rin Itoshi froze.
Then, a sudden wave of crimson flushed across his cheeks. A burning blush rushed up from his collarbone, flooding his entire face and lighting up the tips of his ears. His stoic composure completely shattered into a million pieces.
"U-Uh..." Rin choked out, his voice cracking slightly.
He looked at your beautiful, loving eyes, completely unable to handle the intensity of your affection. His chest tightened, and before you could say a word, Rin violently whipped his head away from you, turning his entire body around so his back was facing you. He shoved his hands aggressively back into his hoodie pockets.
"Don't look at me with those eyes, you idiot," Rin muttered, his voice muffled with an adorable mix of embarrassment and fluster. "It's just a stupid toy. Shut up."
You let out a soft giggle, your heart melting into absolute mush. He was so incredibly cute when he was flustered.
Later, when everyone left, you were laying on your bed, trying to get some sleep, but your phone suddenly vibrated.
It was a notification from Chigiri’s instagram account. It was an image, followed by a message: ‘Don’t thank me, use it wisely’
You clicked on the photo.
It was a perfectly timed shot. Rin was right in the center of the frame with his hands shoved into his pockets. His face was turned slightly over his shoulder, completely flushed and his eyes wide from embarrassment. The bright neon lights of the park illuminated his flustered expression beautifully. It was, without a doubt, the most adorable photo of Rin you had ever seen. (except his baby photos, of course)
You locked your phone and squeezed your giant plushie tightly, a soft sigh of happiness escaping your lips. It had been the best night ever.
However, your phone vibrated a second time. Now, it was your loving boyfriend: ‘Get some sleep. Don't stay up late. I love you.’
You smiled, and replied.
‘i love you too, rinnie’ was the last message, before you quickly dozed off.
╰┈➤ sooo, guess what… i actually prefer writing fluff 🥹🤞🏻. I saw the plushie online and had to write something since i don’t think i’ll ever own that thing.
Also as i was writing my pc crashed and i lost everything, so i had to rewrite the whole thing twice. I didn’t check for errors, sorry if there are any.
Loki x Hugo x Fem!Reader
Anonymous Request
! NSFW, minors DNI ! ➙ explicit sexual content, fem!reader, threesome, double penetration, semi-public (?).
France had just won against Japan, and the door of the French team locker room finally clicked shut, cutting off the sound of the speakers, and the chaotic shouts of the rest of the teammates as they were leaving the area.
Silence fell over the room. As the team’s lead assistant, your clipboard was still clutched in your hands, you were supposed to be guiding them to the official press conference. Instead, you were willingly trapped.
"Everyone already left," a smooth voice purred from the shadows near the showers.
Vivian stepped out, his tall frame entirely unbothered by the fact that he was only wearing his team shorts, hung low on his hips. His dark eyes locked onto yours, gleaming with a mischievous hunger. He ran a hand through his hair, his lips curling into a smirk. "Just as we planned, doll."
From the benches on your left, a low chuckle echoed through the air. Julien stood up slowly. The young prodigy looked entirely at peace, yet his gaze was burning enough to send a shiver through your body.
"You did an amazing job organizing everything today," Julien murmured, getting closer and closer to you, until he stopped just few inches away, enough to make you feel the warmth radiating from his body. He reached out, his long fingers wrapping around your clipboard and gently tugging it out of your fingers, letting it fall. "But you look far too tense for this special moment."
"Julien... Vivian..." your words came out almost as a whisper, while your eyes darted toward the thick door. "The press conference starts in twenty minutes. If someone comes back-"
"They won’t." Vivian interrupted softly, appearing right behind you. His large hands settled onto your waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of your blouse. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive shell of your ear. "You worked so hard to keep us on top, doll. Don't you think it’s time we give you your reward?"
The thrill of being in a stadium packed with thousands of people and hundreds of journalists just a few walls away, made your heart race.
Julien noticed it immediately. He reached out, his thumb catching your chin and tilting your face up. "Look at her, she wants this just as badly as we do."
"I know," Vivian whispered, his hands sliding down from your waist to cup your hips, pulling your backside flush against his chest.
Julien leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a commanding kiss that stole the last of your protests. His tongue slid into your mouth, tasting you with possessiveness as you gasped into the kiss, your hands automatically reaching up to grip his bare, broad shoulders for balance as your knees grew weak.
Behind you, Vivian wasn't wasting any time. His large hands moved to the buttons of your blouse, unfastening them with deliberate speed. He pushed the fabric off your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms. His lips traced a path of fiery kisses down your neck, biting gently where your shoulder met your collarbone, making you arch your back with a soft whimper.
"Ah, you are so sensitive," he teased against your skin, his hands moving around to unclip your bra, freeing your breasts to the cool air of the locker room before his warm palms immediately covered them. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs flicking over your hardening nipples. "Do you like being touched like this while everyone is outside celebrating us, hm?" he asked.
"…Please," you moaned, breaking the kiss as your head rolled back onto Vivian’s shoulder.
"Please what, princess?" Julien murmured, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your skirt. He unzipped it, letting the fabric pool at your ankles and knelt down before you, entirely unbothered by the cold floor, sliding your underwear down your legs, leaving you completely bare, standing in nothing but your heels.
His eyes darkened as he looked at you. Your thighs were trembling. "You're already soaking wet for us. So beautiful."
He parted your folds with his fingers, sliding two of them deep inside your heat without warning. You cried out, the sudden fullness making your hips twitch. Julien began to pump his fingers inside you with a steady rhythm, while his thumb found your swollen clit.
"Ah! Oh god, Julien!" you gasped, your fingers digging into Vivian’s forearms as he gripped your breasts tightly from behind.
Vivian groaned at the sight, but he didn't wait. He set free his own arousal and lifted you slightly, his strong arms hooking under your thighs. "Hold onto Julien, doll. Wrap your legs around his waist."
You obeyed blindly, gripping his shoulders as he stood up and wrapping your legs around his hips. Vivian guided your body, aligning his thick length with your soaking entrance.
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside you from behind, filling your tight pussy to the root.
The sensation was so intense that your vision went white for a fraction of a second. You almost screamed into the empty locker room, but Julien quickly pressed his mouth against yours, muffling your cries. The other began to move, his thrusts deep and slow. Every time his hips slammed against your backside, he hit your most sensitive spot, sending waves of electrical pleasure.
"You take it so well," he praised, his voice strained by his own pleasure."So tight... God, you’re squeezing me so hard.”
Julien pulled back from the kiss. He looked down at where you and Vivian were pressed together: he couldn't let Vivian have you all to himself.
Before the intensity could entirely overwhelm you, Vivian slowed his pace, his thrusts drawing out into agonizingly deep grinds that left you breathless.
"I think it’s time to share, Vivian," Julien murmured, his voice laced with an uncharacteristic, rough edge.
The response came in a low chuckle against your bare shoulder. "Generous of you to wait this long.” the redhead replied.
With agonizing slowness, Vivian pulled out of your pussy. The sudden absence left you cold,but you weren't left empty for long. He shifted his grip, carefully guiding you to the edge of the smooth table in the center of the room.
He sat and pulled your upper body back against him, cradling you in his lap so you were sitting up, your back pressed firmly against his solid chest. He reached down, hooking his large hands under your knees and pulling your legs wide, draping them over his own thighs. The position left your dripping, highly sensitive core completely exposed toward Julien, who stepped up between your knees.
His own dick was fully free now, throbbing in the harsh locker room light. He leaned down, placing one hand on the table beside your hip to steady himself, while his other hand reached down to guide the blunt head of his shaft against your slick opening.
"Look at me," he commanded quietly.
You raised your eyelids, your breathing shallow. The contrast between Vivian’s steady weight behind you and Julien’s dominant presence in front of you was dizzying.
He didn't wait. He drove himself inside your pussy from the front with a firm thrust.
You threw your head back against Vivian shoulder, a loud gasp escaping your lips as your internal walls stretched wide to accommodate Julien’s thick circumference. True to his nature, his pace was fast and efficient, his hips hammering into yours recklessly.
"Ah! Wait, it's too fast!" you cried out, your hands clawing at Vivian’s knees to gain any trace of control.
"Just take it," he grunted. He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.
Behind you, Vivian wasn't content to just watch.
As Julien continued to relentlessly pound into your pussy, he shifted his weight behind you. His eyes looked down at the tight hole of your ass. He reached down, trailing a wet finger along your seam, heavily coating his tip with your pussy juices before pressing his slick finger right against your entrance. You gasped into Julien’s mouth, your entire body tensing as he worked his finger inside, stretching your ass in preparation.
The primal urge to possess you completely overrode any patience he had left. He withdrew his finger, replacing it with the throbbing head of his own cock, pressing it firmly against your tight back door.
Your eyes snapped open with panic"…Wait, not both at the same time! I can't!..."
"Shh," Vivian whispered, his deeper voice vibrating directly through your spine as he pressed his lips to your neck. "You can. Just hold onto Julien. If it’s too much, we’ll stop."
"Relax for us, princess," the other echoed, breaking the kiss to look down at you, his thumb smoothing over your flushed cheek as he paused to let you get comfortable.
Vivian didn't hesitate. He forced his entire thick length into your ass from behind, while Julien remained buried deep inside your pussy from the front.
The sensation pushed your body to its absolute physical limit. You couldn't even scream; your vision blurred. You were entirely filled.
"Fuck," Vivian growled, his hands gripping your hips so hard his knuckles turned white as your ass clamped around him.
Slowly, they found a devastating rhythm. Julien would pull back slightly, allowing Vivian to plunge deeper into your ass from behind. Your brain completely short-circuited. Every single stroke sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to your core.
The locker room echoed with the wet sounds of your bodies slamming together, the heavy panting of two elite athletes, and your loud moans.
In the distance, footsteps echoed down the hall, the faint sound of doors opening and closing, teammates laughing as they headed to the media room.
"Oh my!…Julien, Vivian-!"
Your orgasm hit you like a train, your pussy and your ass pulsing and squeezing their dicks as your back arched, your eyes rolling back.
"Fuck, I’m coming," Julien roared, throwing his head back as he delivered three final, deep thrusts, before pulling out and shooting his thick load on your belly.
Vivian then groaned loudly, his body stiffening behind you as he slammed himself as deep as he could go, releasing a massive, burning torrent of cum deep inside your stretched ass.
The three of you stayed frozen in that position for several seconds, chest to chest, panting heavily as your fluids spilled out onto the leather table.
Slowly, Vivian pulled out of you too, the wet pop echoing in the quiet room. You slumped back against the table, completely spent, your legs trembling uselessly.
"Better clean up quickly, doll. We have a press conference to attend, and our assistant needs to look professional." Vivian concluded.
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༺· Mock Sympathy ༺·
! NSFW, minors DNI ! ➙ explicit sexual content, fem!reader, oral sex, penetration, orgasm denial, degradation.
As you just arrived to Michael’s penthouse, you notice how unusual he was acting that night.
"Did the train give you trouble?" he asks.
"It was late," you say, keeping your eyes on his chest rather than his eyes. It lets you gain more courage. "The tracks were frozen near the station."
"Poor thing." The words are soft, almost sweet, but his mouth is curved into that familiar, smirk that could only mean he’s planned something. He reaches down, his long, pale fingers tangling into your hair at the nape of your neck, with enough pressure to force your head back until you have no choice but to look at him. "You look quite pathetic when you’re cold, you know that? Like a small bird that’s fallen out of its nest into the mud."
"Michael—"
"Shh." He presses his thumb against your lower lip, stopping the word before it can leave your mouth. His skin smells of expensive soap he probably used after his session at the training ground.
He leans down, his breath warm against your cheek, his lips brushing the tip of your ear so lightly it makes a shiver run straight down your spine.
He doesn't give you permission to get up from the couch. Instead, he drops his hand from your hair and takes two steps backward, sinking onto the heavy sofa opposite you. He spreads his legs wide, his robe parting to reveal the lean muscle of his thighs, and leans back on his elbows, looking down at you with a heavy, lazy curiosity.
"Well?" he says.
You know what he wants. You don't wait for him to ask a second time, because his patience is a luxury that costs too much to lose. You slide off the leather cushion, your knees hitting the cold concrete floor with a small, dull sound. The contrast between the chilled floor and the heat radiating from his body makes you come to your senses. You crawl the short distance between the sofa and his feet, your palms flat against the stone. When you reach his knees, you stop, looking up through your eyelashes. He’s watching you with a detached gaze, and finally he gives you a command.
"Show me how much you missed me, Schatz." You reach out, your hands slightly unsteady as you part the silk of his robe. He isn't wearing anything underneath. He’s already semi-erect, his length thick and pale against the darker fabric of the robe, the skin smooth and burning. You wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling him pulsing under your palm. As soon as your fingers tighten, you hear his breath hitch, almost an imperceptible sigh that lets you know he’s paying attention.
"Slow," he murmurs, his hand coming down to rest on the top of your head, his fingers threading loosely through your hair. "don't rush it.” he continues. You slowly lower your head, your lips parting as you take the head of his cock into your mouth. He tastes salty, and intensely sharp, but his cleanness clearly evident. You use your tongue to swirl around the tip, coating him in saliva before you slide your mouth down an inch, then two. Your throat squeezes slightly against the thickness and, above you, Kaiser lets out a long, slow breath through his teeth. His hand in your hair tightens, his knuckles pressing into your scalp as he guides the movement.
"Ah... that’s it," he purrs. His tone is calm, almost too calm, enough to make you question if he really meant it.
But the way his hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch forward into your mouth, was enough to prove you wrong.
"Look at you, so eager. Do you honestly like being on your knees for me that much?". You don't answer, you can't. You take him deeper, your nose touching the base of his length. You work your tongue up and down the sensitive skin of his dick, your hand pumping the base in sync with the rhythm of your mouth. Kaiser’s grip on your hair hardens even more. He’s no longer looking at the room; his eyes are fixed entirely on your face, watching your cheeks get full of him and the way your eyes water from the depth of him.
"Oh... look at those wet eyes," he mocks softly, his voice dropping an octave. He uses his other hand to pinch your chin, forcing your head to stay perfectly still while his thumb strokes your wet lower lip. "Is it too big for you, Schatz? Does it hurt your little throat?"
You try to shake your head, but he doesn't let you.
"Poor baby," he sighs, his thumbs wiping away a tear from the corner of your eye. His expression is a perfect imitation of pity: his eyebrows slightly drawn together, his mouth curved in a sympathetic pout, but his eyes are amused. "Can't you even handle this much? And here I thought you were strong enough to be my plaything."
To prove his point, he drives his hips forward suddenly, forcing himself another inch into your mouth until your throat locks up entirely and a muffled gag escapes you. You clutch at his thighs, your fingers digging into the hard, solid muscle to steady yourself as your vision blurs with tears.
He holds you there for three seconds, long enough for your heart to hammer against your ribs like a trapped bird. Then, just as panic starts to set in, he pulls back slowly, leaving you shivering and gasping for air on the floor, a thin string of saliva connecting his wet tip to your chin.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with the first real signs of arousal. He reaches down and smears the wetness across your cheek with his thumb. "See? You’re much prettier when you’re quiet and cooperative."
Before you can recover your breath, Kaiser stands up, his hand still tangled in your hair, dragging you to your feet along with him. "Come," he says, already moving toward the bedroom.
The room is larger than most apartments, and he wastes no seconds to throw you onto the large mattress. It’s firmer than you expect, the linen cool against your bare skin as you quickly scramble backward until your spine hits the heavy leather headboard. You’re shivering now, not from the cold, but from anticipation.
Kaiser stands at the foot of the bed, sliding his robe off.
He climbs onto the bed, his movements slow and predatory, his knees caging your hips before you even realize he’s moved. His fingers reach down to undo the buttons of your shirt with an agonizing, deliberate slowness. When you’re completely naked beneath him, he doesn't immediately touch you. He observes.
"You're shaking, baby," he says, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your collarbone. His touch is light, almost feather-like, but it makes you hitch your breath. "Are you afraid of me?"
"No," you lie, your voice cracking slightly.
He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates against your shins where they’re pressed under his thighs. "Liar. You’re terrified. You love it."
He leans forward, his chest pressing down against yours, pinning you flat into the mattress. His hands slide up to frame your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks until your lips are squished together.
"Let’s see how long you can last tonight before you start begging," he whispers against your lips.
He doesn't wait for your response. He drops his hand between your legs, his fingers finding your wet folds. You’re already slick from watching him, from the anticipation of what he always does to you, and he lets out a soft, pleased grunt as his middle finger slides easily into your heat.
"Oh... look at that," he says, his mouth close to your ear. "So wet for me already. Did you think about me today while you were sitting on the train? Did you think about what I’d do to you if you were late?"
"Michael..." You arch your back as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it with a controlled pressure that makes your hips twitch involuntarily.
"Shut up," he commands, his fingers moving faster now, sliding in and out of you while his thumb stays firmly planted against your sensitive bulb. "I didn't say you could speak."
You start to feel the climax building at the base of your stomach, but you’re not the only one who notices.
"You’re getting close, aren't you?" Kaiser asks, but not long after he stops his fingers completely.
You freeze, your body tense from the sudden lack of movement. "Michael... please."
"Please what?" He tilts his head, his face a picture of innocent confusion. "Did you want something, baby? Tell me."
"Don't stop," you whine, your hips giving a pathetic, small tilt upward to try and find his hand again. "Please, Michael."
"Oh... poor baby," he croons, "Look at you... so desperate for a little sensation. Can't you even control your own body. It’s really quite tragic." He slides his hand out of you completely, leaning back to look down at you. "You don't get to come yet," he says, his voice flat and demanding. "You come when I tell you to."
"Look at me," he remarks.
You open your eyes, your vision slightly blurry from the tears of frustration.
He repositions himself, guiding the head of his shaft against your hole. "Please, Michael... now." you purr.
"Say it nicely."
"Please... let me have you. Inside me."
He grins. “Since you asked so sweetly..."
He drives into you in one rough thrust.
The size of him stretches you, filling you up so good that you let out a loud scream against his shoulder. He doesn't give you time to adjust. He immediately begins to move, his strokes deep and punishing, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, heavy rhythm that echoes through the quiet room. “Du bist so eng, Schatz”.
You don't understand the words, but you don’t really need to, he’s no longer entirely in control of himself.
"Michael... oh god, Michael," you chant, your fingers finally finding his waist, digging into his hips as you try to match his frantic pace.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough. "Don't look away from me."
You look up into his face. He looks terrifying. His eyes are wide, the pupils blown out until there’s only a thin rim of blue left around the edges. The sweat from his forehead drips onto your chest.
He reaches down, his hand wrapping around your throat, not to choke you, but to keep you pinned onto the mattress.
"You’re mine," he growls. You can feel your walls tightening around him, clamping down on his cock with every thrust.
"Ah... scheiße," he curses, his pace becoming unmatchable now, his hips slamming into you with a speed that makes your brain go entirely white. "Don't you dare come yet... wait for me...”
"I can't," you cry out, your head tossing from side to side against his hand. "Michael, I can't... please..."
"Yes, you can," he snarls.
However, your body seems to don’t have a choice. Your body rebels against his command, the muscles of your pussy contracting into a violent spasm. As your climax hits him, his control vanishes entirely.
He releases your throat, his hands going down to grip your hips with a strength that will leave dark bruises on your skin by morning. He pulls you up against his pelvis, burying himself into you to the root with one last, massive thrust. You can feel the hot, thick jet of his cum hitting your interior wall, filling you to the brim.
He lets out a long, shuddering groan that turns into a low whine against your neck, his face burying into your shoulder.
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