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itoshi rin has a spit kink. hear me out. # itoshi rin. cw: swallowing his spit, creampies, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking.
shut the fiuck up. rin doesn't miss a single beat, his stamina could keep up with the rhythm. his hips are in a fury as it pistons and pistons in and out of your tight, pink cunt, his upper body propped by his forearms so his lower body can keep experimenting with its movements, swiveling and thrusting and gyrating in all sorts of shapes and angles, cock poking you in places your fingers could never reach. this dick of mine won't stop violating your pussy. ah, fuck. fuckā his eyes rolls back, tongue darting out, saliva dripping down. he's making such a mess. i wanna bruise you from the inside so you remember the shape of my cock, princess. fuck yourself on my cock. he wants to say more but it feels so fucking good to pound into you like this. he physically cannot stop. he's all for self-control and meditation when it comes to sports and his life style, keeping everything in moderation but it's different when it comes to you. you're the only exception. rin is just losing all semblance of rationality at the grip you have on his cock.
he accumulates as much saliva he can muster in his mouth, the underside of his tongue produces so much, his cock leaks directly into you at the sheer thought and he spits his saliva directly into yours with so much disdain after prying your lips apart by pressing his fingers on your cheeks to force open your jaw. gonna poke every little spot inside your tiny pussy with my massive cock until you're bruising from the inside out. swallow.
i said: swallow. he gives one harsh thrust. that's right, choke on my spit. he next spew was audible. you can hear it, so lewd and wet and nasty. it's so erotic. you're getting even more dizzier. take it, take every fucking thing i give you. he drags the surface of his tongue across your lips, down your jaw, nibbling on your ear before he's gotten enough saliva to spit onto your face directly. lap it up, you greedy whore.
drink my drool if you wanna feel daddy cumming in your pussy, gotta earn it, doll. fucking swallow and drink it. he slams his lips to yours unceremoniously, head tilting to slot your lips even deeper. he's balls deep inside you and you're unsure if it's his cock or your cunt that's throbbing but you're definitely cumming because rin's straight up mixing his spit with yours. it's so messy. his mouth is open, the appendage that is his tongue dragging across your face as if he's some rabid dog claiming you.
a hand is on your neck and it tightens. he spits directly into your throat shamelessly, ready?
itoshi rin fucking licks the roof of your mouth, stiff tongue darting upwards before his cock spills. spurting, spurting. you've made my cock drool since the game started. i was slobbing spit all over the field because of you. now's my turn to turn you into filth. one solid push is all it takes for your cunt to convulse around his shaft.
fuck yeah. milk me. goddamn, rin removes his hand from your neck and you're forced to gargle his warm spit.
still haven't fixed that habit of sticking your tongue out and drooling, huh? # itoshi rin. cw: spit play. lots and lots of drooling (and licking.)
when rin is in the zone, locked in and focused, he doesn't notice he sticks his tongue out. it's not so much of an awful habit; bachira and a handful of people do stick their tongue out to concentrate. nagi used to do it as a kid when he would be entranced in a video game, nose deep into his console. it's no surprise rin does it when he's playing football. it's to concentrate and focus. nothing more, nothing less.
you didn't think this applied during sex, though. especially when he's so fucking close and ready to bustā that's when he really turns into a slob.
here's the thing, you have a preference in men when it comes to sex. it's not exactly a deal breaker, but you like it when your men whines, when they're loud and begging abd practically crying. you despised stoic, brooding men who's unresponsive during sex. you can never really gauge if they're enjoying it. there's something about vocal men who's not insecure about their masculinity to moan and whimper like a girl and plead when they're dragging their cock back and forth your tight cunt, using your pussy as a masturbation sleeve.
rin, the thing about rin: he's not a talker even in normal circumstances. you'd be lucky to get two sentences out of him in a full-blown conversation. you're used to the silence, it's even comforting, really ā you learned to find peace and solitude in just his presence, rin's company never pressures you to socialize or try. your guard drop when you're around him, an unwritten rule that having you by his side is enough. he doesn't ask for anything more: not even skinship and in turn, you don't feel indebted to carry a conversation or feel undesired. rin is the type of guy that would leave the room if he really just can't stand to be around you. maybe his love language is quality time. who knows.
or maybe, just maybe: rin itoshi is the way he is because he's holding back. maybe he doesn't let the monster out because he won't be able to control it.
rin is on top of you. it's nothing special. a regular vanilla sex position which happens to be missionary. you can feel the drag of his cock when he pulls out, until you're only clinging to just the tip and he lets out a shaky sigh, shuddering. he's still holding back. his knuckles are white, gripping the sheets on either side of you, his strong arms hovering over your body, towering you. he swallows thickly and tries to push it back in. "loosen up."
two words. you're counting. you spread your legs wider, he is entering you, splitting your insides apart, cock so hard and wide and deep, it's kissing your womb. "feel that?"
four words. "dumping all my load in here," he presses his palm flat against your stomach where his cock is bulging. the visual alone is erotic. you forget to count when he picks up the pace, rocking back and forth. he stops talking, lips parting, tongue poking out. he's head level with you, face mere inches above yours when he drools, fucking drools. a string of saliva slipping down his sharp tongue and landing sloppily onto your face.
his eyes are glossed over, unfocused, chasing the orgasm, the hands gripping the bedsheets are now on your frail arms, fingertips brusing the skin as he rams into you like you're a fleshlight, a fuckdoll, rin's eyes are dark. you're frightened and aroused at the same time. pt. 2
how bachisagi fuck their fists inside the facility while staying bitchless. cw: bachisagi masturbating, filthy thoughts, cum tagging.
isagi: he's proper for the most part and can keep his libido at bay, he cares more about football than anything so when he does get horny, he feels agitated and all that pent-up frustration turns into anger.
his level of arousal matches the amount of goals he can make. one score would be enough to prompt him an orgasm as a reward. two goals puts him in a frenzy where he thinks he deserves to tug harder on his cock. isagi purposely scores three goals during practice because having a really high ego before pumping on his cock sends his body into overdrive. his god complex kicks in and he doesn't just feel deserving of a release, he owes it to himself to pump every last drop and empty his balls.
isagi would go to the bathroom, feet heavy, strides spacious, freshly covered in a thin layer of sweat, adrenaline still running in his veins. he doesn't bother to cup his cock, he goes straight into choking his shaft and wringing it, teeth clenching at the dry friction before spitting obscenely onto his palm and smacking it back on his cock.
he'd have his back press flush against the wall of the bathroom stall, furiously fisting his cock back and forth, watching the head disappear in his hand and poke out at every flick, muscles tightening. he doesn't know he's cumming if not for the visual aid. he's on the edge for so long, he was on the brink of cumming since he took his cock out.
he's still hard and he gets even hornier because fuck, he can last for so long and stay this big and his stamina is just insane, he could fuck a pussy for hoursā no, destroy it completely and he'll still be able to keep at it, his heartbeat is in his ears as he tugs and tugs, lungs heavy, panting. "fucking take it, take my cock." he chokes out, furiously stroking. "ahah, you're so wet with my cum." between his fingers' sticky, gloopy cum his cock drooled out and his hips snaps into an erratic stutter. "fuck, gonna blow a big oneā fuck, all this load in your cunt. gonna fuck my cum into your womb with my cockā cumming, 'm cumming."
bachira: is a shameless pervert who likes to mark his fucks even before coming into blue lock. he has a fetish for cumming outside, he doesn't care so much for creampies as much as he likes cumming on girls to mark them. which is exactly why he has this obsession to blow his load on walls, watching his sticky cum cling to the wall, it's so fucking filthy and disgusting, he's grown addicted. he masturbates every day, making sure to mark a different stall every time. he explodes on the door on the off-chance somebody might be able to notice it.
he's messy, bachira is really fucking messy and since no one's around and watching him, his mind just wanders as he presses his palms against the walls on either side of him as his thick, hard cock drags across the surface of the bathroom stall, he's addicted to the sensation of the cold, smooth surface of the stall and the soft, warm feeling of his jersey shirt, cock trapped between the wall and his tummy. he wants to see how high his cum can tag the wall so he keeps one of his eye open, jaw slack, looking fucked out with a hazy look. he's such a whore, bachira whinesā beady precum leaking. "let it all out, haaā can't hold it in." he'll have his head against the skin of his forearm that's propped against the wall in front of him, licking the sweat from his upper lip. he continues fucking his fist until his cock is shooting cum, he gets louder, hoping somebody outside fucking hears how absolutely wrecked he is from just his hand milking him dry. "oh, s'much." yes, yes. he'll come back tomorrow and defile another stall.
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