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— ✦ General p⚠︎rn link drops

・[P⚠︎RN LINK'S ୭ ˚. Blue Lock ˚꩜｡] (rin, sae, nagi, reo, bachira + isagi)

・[P⚠︎RN LINK'S ୭ ˚ Blue Lock ˚꩜— pt. 2] (oliver, kaiser, shidou, ness, barou + kunigami)

・[P⚠︎RN LINK'S ୭ ˚ Blue Lock ˚꩜— pt. 3] (hiori, yukimiya, kurona, tabito + hyoma)

— ✦ Specials

・[P⚠︎RN LINK: You + 2 Meneces୧˚｡⋆]

・[P⚠︎RN LINK'S Itoshi Brothers ꩜.ᐟ]

— ✦ Solos

・[P⚠︎RN LINK —Reo Mikage⋆ ִֶָ˖·]

・[P⚠︎RN LINK —Hiori Yo⋆ ִֶָ˖·]

・[P⚠︎RN LINK —Sae Itoshi⋆ ִֶָ˖·

・[P⚠︎RN LINK —Shidou Ryusei⋆ ִֶָ˖·]

・[P⚠︎RN LINK —Alex Ness⋆ ִֶָ˖·]

Quick little announcement because I’ve been meaning to say this.

I’ve noticed I have so many Rin Itoshi requests in my inbox. Like… a LOT. I was gone for a few months, and when I finally checked my ask box, most of them were for Rin.

So instead of replying to each one individually, I’m gonna make a full post dedicated to Rin, with multiple scenarios so more of you can enjoy it. That feels way more fun and fair tbh.

It genuinely means a lot to me that you girls still think of my writing and my Tumblr even when I disappear for a bit.

𓂃·˖ ִֶָ ⋆P⚠︎RN LINK —Rin Itoshi⋆ ִֶָ˖·𓂃

Hi!! Tysm, this honestly made my day. I’m really really glad you’re enjoying my work and the bllk stuff, that means a lot to me. I already took note of your Rin request, so fingers crossed you’ll like what’s coming

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Rin swears you’re annoying when you ask for his attention. Says you’re clingy. Says you don’t know when to shut up. He clicks his tongue, eyes narrowed, like you’re wasting his time.

“You’re so fucking needy,” he mutters. “Don’t you get tired?”

But the moment you push just a little further—leaning in, touching where you’re not supposed to—his patience snaps clean in half.

Later, you’re pressed against him in bed, your back to his chest, his presence swallowing you whole. He’s everywhere. Too close. Too steady. Too much.

You can’t help the sounds you make. They slip out, soft and broken.

“Christ,” Rin exhales sharply in your ear. “You hear that? That’s all you.”

His voice drops lower, rougher, heat bleeding through every word.

“Always acting innocent,” he murmurs, breath shaky now. “But look at you. Can’t even stay quiet.”

You try to hold yourself together. You really do. But he doesn’t let you.

“Tch… you’re shaking,” Rin says, almost mocking, almost proud. “Already losing it? Pathetic.”

He stays right there, unrelenting, like he’s daring you to fall apart first.

“Go on,” he whispers, voice breaking just a little. “Let me hear it. You wanted my attention so bad—this is what you get.”

Your head tilts back against him, thoughts scattering, and Rin’s breathing turns uneven. He’s trying to stay composed. Failing.

“Fuck… you’re gonna ruin me,” he mutters, irritated at himself. “Why do you feel like this?”

His control frays, words spilling out harsher, needier.

“Don’t move,” he growls. “Stay right there. Take it. You don’t get to tap out now.”

Then softer, almost like a confession he hates himself for: “Feels too good,” Rin breathes. “You drive me insane.”

So… yeah. I kinda disappeared. Long story short: I lost access to my Tumblr email.

After almost 5 months, I’m finally back. To the new people who found this blog somehow: hi, welcome, I swear I’m usually more active than this. To the ones who stayed or waited patiently: thank you, truly.

You have no idea how much I missed this space. And to those who sent requests and never got an answer, I see you. I didn’t ignore you on purpose. I’ll be catching up on requests and cooking them one by one, starting now, and I’ll upload them as soon as possible. No ghosting this time, promise.

I missed you all so damn much. Let’s start the year together, properly, like we deserve. Thanks for being here.

How have you been? I’m back again 😀 because I’ve been itching for your works they’re just so so good 😭😫

Do you perchance have anything for my lovely visually impaired boy yukimiya? 😭🥹

Anyways have a lovely lovely day, muah muah don’t forget to take care of yourself 🫶💙🫶💙

Heyo ♡ i actually already dropped your request for yukimiya! but if you’d like to see him in a more specific scenario, please don’t hesitate to send it my way i’d be more than happy to work on it for you.

If you don’t mind, would you be able to feed some more yukimiya links 🙏🙏😭 I am thirsting for this man…

I hope you have a wonderful day though, love you lots muah muah 💙💙🫶🫶

𓂃·˖ ִֶָ ⋆P⚠︎RN LINK —Yukimiya⋆ ִֶָ˖·𓂃

I had a lot of fun writing it for you ♡

This post contains explicit sexual content and is strictly intended for audiences 18+. Explicit sexual content, dirty talk, possessive behavior, praise and dirty talk, oral (f. receiving)

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Movie Night: It was supposed to be a movie night. That’s how it started—popcorn on the coffee table, the faint glow of the TV in the background. But somewhere between the opening credits and your playful teasing, things shifted.

Now your clothes were tossed carelessly over the side of the couch, forgotten. Your heels dug into his shoulders as Yukimiya drove into you, every thrust sharp, relentless, and deliberate—like he was timing each stroke the way he mapped out plays on the field. Precise, devastating, perfect.

“Y-you think I’m letting you watch a damn movie tonight?” he growled, his voice low, breath hot against your ear. You tried to answer, but the words broke into a choked moan when his hips slammed against you again. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you in place like you were his possession, his prize.

“Listen to yourself,” he muttered, lips brushing your neck as he pushed deeper, pace rougher. “All those sounds—you’re not thinking about anything but me.”

Your nails clawed down his back, dragging red lines into his skin. “Y-Yuki… please—”

He smirked, teeth grazing your jaw. “Please what, huh? Faster? Harder? Or do you just want me to fuck you till you forget your own name?”

Each thrust had you crying out, your body arching under him, trembling from the rhythm he refused to break. He kept his eyes locked on you, watching every twitch, every gasp, like reading the field—knowing exactly where to strike, how to push you closer to the edge. Movie night? Maybe next time. Tonight, he was the only thing worth watching.

Don't run from me: Yukimiya was the kind of man who couldn’t keep his hands off you. His grip was always there—fingers digging into your hips, an arm hooked under your back, pressing you down like you were made to fit only him. Every thrust was rough, deliberate, his hands guiding your body exactly how he wanted, keeping you tethered to the only reality that mattered: you were his, completely, and he could do whatever the hell he pleased with you.

Hungry: The moment you stepped inside the house, your back hit the wall. There was no patience, no warm-up—just him dropping to his knees like a man starved, claiming what was his. His mouth and tongue worked you open while his hands gripped your ass, kneading, spreading, unable to stay still. Every sound you made only pushed him further, made him chase the angle, the pressure, the rhythm that would rip louder cries from your throat.

Morning (extra): The morning sun slipped through the curtains, warm light spilling across the sheets. You had stubbornly said, “I’ll make breakfast,” your voice soft but insistent. But Yukimiya had other plans.

He was sprawled out against the pillows, chest rising with calm breaths, while you were facing away from him—hips bouncing, taking him in over and over. The sounds of your body moving against his filled the room, your shaky moans breaking through the quiet morning.

“...shit,” he groaned, voice low and rough from sleep. His hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he watched you move for him. “Forget breakfast—this is all I need.”

Your whimper only pushed him further. He leaned up, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Keep going, baby. Let me hear you. Only me, yeah?”

The way you tightened around him made him curse again, his tone dripping with a mix of adoration and lust. “Damn, you feel so good… you’re perfect like this. My morning, my everything.”

P⚠︎RN LINK —Blue Lock Boys Edition

Heyo! This post is written in a “no-protagonist” style—there’s no specific character named, so you can picture it being your favorite from Blue Lock: Nagi, Reo, Isagi, Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Ness, Yukimiya, etc... 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 This post contains explicit sexual content and is strictly intended for audiences 18+. It explores sexual situations where a man has abstained from ejaculation for several days or weeks, making the release thicker, whiter, and more intense.

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He pulled out with a slow, wet sound—his breath caught somewhere between satisfaction and disbelief. You lay beneath him, legs still trembling, pushed up and apart with no strength left to close them. And he didn’t want you to. Not yet. His gaze dropped, fixated on the sight of you: swollen, twitching, glistening. His release had started to spill out of you in slow, thick drips, sliding down over your thighs and pooling onto the sheets. He watched it all with a hungry calmness, like a man who’d starved himself on purpose—just to enjoy this feast.

“Look at that…” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

One hand reached out, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, smearing some of the wetness as if to make sure it was real. You flinched from the overstimulation, but he only chuckled—low and smug, eyes never leaving the mess he made.

“All that waiting,” he whispered as he leaned closer, lips brushing against your knee, “and this is how you pay me back?”

You couldn’t answer, your chest still rising in shallow gasps, eyes fluttering closed. So he slid two fingers over your entrance again, catching another slow leak of warmth.

“Don’t go shy on me now,” he murmured, lifting his fingers to his mouth and tasting the mix with an indulgent hum. “You did so well for me, sweetheart.”

Then he moved higher—hovering above your face, his breath ghosting over your lips as he pushed your hair back from your damp forehead.

“I’d wait all over again,” he said, kissing you softly, “just to watch you come apart like that.”

P⚠︎RN LINK'S ୭ ˚ ᵎᵎ Blue Lock ˚꩜— pt. 4

Thank you so much to the sweet anon who sent this request! ♡ i really appreciate your patience too. This post contains explicit sexual content and is strictly intended for audiences 18+.

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Who’s more likely to fuck you on all fours, a belt wrapped snug around your throat while he tugs on the other end?

Definitely Kaiser.

He’d make it a game from the start—smirking while he slides the leather between his fingers, deliberately slow, letting you hear the creak of it tightening. The smug bastard would pull you down to your knees with one sharp tug, voice dripping with mockery as he calls you his pretty little pet. Every thrust would come with the belt biting against your skin, every sound you make only feeding his ego, until he’s got you wrecked and trembling under his control.

Who’s more likely to spend the entire dinner teasing you with words and wandering touches, only to carry that torment home and double down on it?

Otoya, without a doubt.

The second you’re through the door, he’s pulling you onto his lap, caging you in with that lazy grin. His hand slides behind your back, pinning both your wrists in one firm grip, leaving you helpless against his chest. The other hand roams slow—taunting, skimming over your thighs, brushing just high enough to make you ache but never enough to satisfy. He whispers filth against your ear, chuckling at every frustrated sound you make, perfectly content to keep you begging while he takes his time unraveling you

Who’s most likely to overstimulate you until you’re crying?

Kurona.

You’d be lying face down, chest pressed into the sheets, your wrists pinned helplessly beneath you. Kurona sits firmly on the small of your back, his weight trapping you in place no matter how much you squirm.

His hand is merciless between your thighs, dragging you past the point of pleasure, making your body twitch and jolt under him. Every gasp, every broken sob fuels the calm cruelty in his touch. “Don’t run from it,” he murmurs low against your ear, breath steady while yours comes out ragged. “You think I’m stopping just because you’re crying?”

Your legs tremble, toes curling against the sheets as another wave crashes through you, tears dampening your face. The overstimulation is unbearable, yet his fingers don’t falter—relentless, precise, leaving you with no escape. “Say it,” he demands, voice still maddeningly even. “Say you’ll take it for me.”

Bonus round ✦ according to me, this is how their cocks would look like...

• Kaiser .⁠✧˚⁠˳⁠° • Kurona ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° • Otoya ｡⁠☆

Anyways thanks pookie have a great day muah muah 🫶🫶💙💙

I just wanted to ask if you could do a Hiori x Chubby Deaf reader where the reader works as a water boy for Blue Lock (A water boy isn't always a boy, it's basically just someone that does things like carry towels and water for the players) Sorry if it's too specific, I just had a random idea and I feel like you would write it better than me LOL

Heyo! your idea sounds interesting but just so you know, i usually write nsfw only so do you want that vibe for this? also, could you tell me what pronouns i should use for the reader? and like… what’s the exact context you’re imagining?

Just popping in real quick i didn’t plan on disappearing but life said “lol nope” so i ended up taking a little break. i honestly didn’t think my inbox would be THIS full when i got back so first off, THANK YOU for the love and the requests, i’m really grateful you guys enjoy my stuff fr

I just ask for a lil patience bc i’ll be going through everything slowly requests will be posted in order of when they were sent. i promise they’re all coming, just give me some time

Love you all and thank you for sticking around!

𓂃·˖ ִֶָ ⋆P⚠︎RN LINK —Alex Ness⋆ ִֶָ˖·𓂃

I had way too much fun with this one, hope you enjoy every second of it. Have a wonderful day too! ♡

This post contains explicit sexual content and is strictly intended for audiences 18+. Explicit sexual content, dirty talk, mirror play, breathplay (light choking), video recording during sex, oral sex (f!receiving), dominance/submission themes, overstimulation, possessive behavior, soft dom undertones, reader is referred to with feminine terms (f!reader)

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Doggy style: You were on all fours at first… but Ness didn’t let it stay like that for long. One hand slid under your belly, gently pulling you back until your chest met the bed and his body followed—pressing against your back, chest to spine, completely flush. His cock stayed buried deep inside you as he settled, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other trailing downward, fingers brushing over your clit with expert rhythm.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered against your shoulder, voice low and warm. He kissed the spot right below your neck, lingering as his hips rolled into you with slow, calculated thrusts. “So warm… fuck, you make it hard to take my time.” Your breath hitched when his fingers circled faster, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot with that same maddening control.

“You’re squeezing me,” he groaned softly, burying his face into your neck. “So tight—every time I go deeper, you get louder.”

“N-Ness, I—”

“I know, baby.” His hand left your clit for a moment just to grip your hips, guiding you back onto him as his pace started to pick up, deeper now, stronger. “I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.” You couldn’t speak, not properly—not with the way your body was trembling, the way he kept whispering filthy promises in your ear.

Oral sex: Ness was always good with his mouth—too good. He was already lying back, arms relaxed behind his head like this was a casual afternoon nap. But the second you climbed on top of him and lowered yourself onto his face, his entire energy shifted. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers sinking in possessively as he dragged you down the last inch—pressing you flush against his tongue. You gasped, fingers tangled in his hair, thighs already shaking.

“Fuck—Ness…” you moaned, breath stuttering.

He didn’t answer. Just groaned low and deep, like you tasted better than anything he'd ever had, the vibrations sending a jolt straight through your core. His tongue moved slow at first, deliberate. Teasing. Drawing long, wet circles that made you grind against him for more. "Faster," you gasped out, tugging his hair.

And he obeyed. Of course he did. Ness always listened. But more than that—he watched. Those sharp magenta eyes never left your face, even when your hips started rocking harder against his mouth, even when your moans turned into gasping cries. He could barely breathe, nose buried in your folds, your slick dripping down his chin—but he loved that. Lived for it.

“Don’t stop—fuck, don’t you dare stop—” you whimpered.

And he didn’t. He just gripped your ass tighter, tongue moving even faster, sucking and flicking exactly where you needed it most. When your thighs started to shake, he moaned again, eyes fluttering shut as if the mess you were making on his face turned him on more than anything else in the world.

Videosex: You were standing, legs parted, back arched just the way he liked—exactly how he told you to. Ness stood behind you, chest to your back, his hand wrapped around your throat with just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

“Look at yourself,” he murmured low, voice rough in your ear. “Look at how fucking good you take me.” The hotel mirror in front of you reflected everything—the way your body trembled with every deep thrust, the way his cock disappeared inside you again and again, slick and perfect. And most importantly, the way his phone captured the entire thing.

His free hand held the phone out to the side, angled to get the view he wanted—needed—something he could take with him.

"Don’t close your eyes," he growled when you tried to look away from the mirror. His grip on your throat tightened slightly, thumb brushing your jaw to keep your gaze forward.

“I want you to remember how fucked-out you looked… when I wasn’t even trying.”

You whimpered, legs shaking as he picked up the pace, thrusts sharper, rougher. The sound of skin slapping, your wetness, your breathless moans—it all echoed in the room, raw and real. His lips grazed your ear again, almost tender. “This video’s for me, baby. Gonna watch it every night I’m gone… gonna jerk off thinking about how you sound when you cry like this for me.”

He shifted the angle, getting the view of your tits bouncing with every thrust, the red mark blooming on your neck from earlier, the way his hand held you steady like he owned you.

“Smile for me,” he whispered darkly. “Let ‘em see how good I fuck you. Let me remember.”

𓂃·˖ ִֶָ ⋆P⚠︎RN LINK —Shidou⋆ ִֶָ˖·𓂃

Always a fav to write for fr. hope you enjoy what’s coming and as always, feel free to send more ideas anytime!

This post contains explicit sexual content and is strictly intended for audiences 18+. Rough sex, dom!shidou, dirty talk, manhandling, overstimulation, use of degrading/praising language, possessive behavior.

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Missionary: You were pinned beneath him—flat on your back, legs folded tightly against your chest, his body covering yours completely like a heavy, inescapable weight. This wasn’t the sweet, tender kind of missionary. No, this was Shidou. His hips snapped against yours with brutal rhythm, every thrust fast, deep, and punishing. You gasped, your cries catching in your throat with every impact, but that only made him grin.

“Loud tonight, huh?” he panted, sweat dripping from his temples as he held your wrists down against the mattress. “That mouth of yours is fuckin’ perfect when it’s moaning for me.” You barely managed a word—your body too overwhelmed to form a proper sentence. Your walls clenched hard around him, and Shidou hissed through his teeth.

“Fuck, yeah—just like that,” he groaned, letting go of one wrist to grab your thigh, pushing your leg even higher. “You feel how deep I am? This pussy was made to take it.” He kissed you then, messy and fast, biting your bottom lip like he couldn’t get enough. His pace didn’t slow—not even when your eyes rolled back, not even when your voice cracked again from how hard he was fucking into you

Doggy style: Your cheek was pressed to the mattress, eyes fluttering every time his hips slammed into you from behind. A pillow was tucked beneath your stomach, lifting your hips at the perfect angle—just how he liked it.

“Shit…” he growled, voice thick and breathless. “You feel that? Fuck—this position’s gonna ruin me.”

His hips snapped forward again, harder, deeper, making your thighs shake. “I dunno what it is,” he panted, leaning over your back, one hand sliding up to grope your breast, “but when I’ve got you like this? With your ass in the air and your face buried in the sheets? I swear, you feel tighter.”

You moaned, helpless, your fingers twisting the sheets beneath you as he picked up the pace—his thrusts relentless and filthy.

“Fuckin’ made for me,” he muttered against your ear, voice strained, almost reverent. You could only whimper in response, trembling as the coil in your stomach wound tighter. And he didn’t stop—each thrust rougher, filthier than the last, his groans getting louder every time you clenched around him. He loved everything about it. The way you moaned into the sheets, the sound of your slick, the bounce of your ass—all of it.

Cowgirl: You were on top, thighs burning from the effort, bouncing on his cock while he lay back with a shit-eating grin on his face. Shidou always said he liked letting you take control—but only when you were really riding him, fast and messy, the way he liked it.

“Yeah, baby,” he groaned, eyes glued to the way your tits bounced with every drop of your hips. “Just like that—fuck, you know how to put on a show, huh?”

But the moment your rhythm slowed, just a little—whether from fatigue or teasing—his hands flew to your hips, gripping hard, bruising, dragging you down onto him with no mercy. “Nuh-uh,” he hissed, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t fuckin’ slow down now. You wanted to be on top, right? Then ride me.”

You gasped, hands planted on his chest as he started thrusting up into you, using your body like his favorite toy. You tried to catch your breath, but it was impossible when he met every roll of your hips with brutal snaps of his own. “Fuck, Shidou—wait—” you choked out, nails digging into his skin.

He only laughed, smug and breathless. “What? You’re tired already?” His thumb brushed your clit in lazy circles that didn’t match the rough pace of his thrusts. “Told you—if you can’t keep up, I will.” You moaned loudly, head dropping back as your body trembled. And he watched you fall apart with a glint in his eye, voice rasping through clenched teeth:

“That's it… fall apart on my cock. You look so fucking hot when you lose control.”

love u! (≧◡≦) ♡

𓂃·˖ ִֶָ ⋆P⚠︎RN LINK —Sae Itoshi⋆ ִֶָ˖·𓂃

Hope you enjoy the filth (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Let me know if you want more!

This post contains explicit sexual content and is strictly intended for audiences 18+. Includes NSFW themes such as dominant!Sae, submissive!reader, hotel room/ semi-public play, breast play (titfucking), spanking, choking (consensual), praise kink and light degradation, possessiveness, creampie and cum on body, overstimulation, dirty talk, soft threats, voice kink, and fingering under the table. Some scenes may contain elements of mild dubcon.

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After the Match: You're seated next to him at the long dinner table. The team’s staff is just a few seats away, but your thigh brushes his, and you’re wearing that fucking dress. The one he knows you chose to mess with his head.

Hasn’t spoken to you either—except to murmur low, like a warning: “Don’t distract me.”

His voice was cold, flat, but his cock had been hard since you crossed your legs an hour ago.

He keeps his eyes forward, jaw clenched, hand resting on his lap like he’s not fantasizing about slipping it under the table. Not imagining your thighs parting for him, slow and obedient, as he pushes your panties aside with two fingers and finds you already wet. “So fuckin’ needy for me you’d let me finger you right here?”

He’d keep his face blank—calm for the cameras, for his reputation—but his fingers would be moving slow and deep, fucking into you knuckle by knuckle while you fought to stay quiet.

“Don’t make a sound,” he’d whisper, lips almost touching your ear. “Want them to know how wet you are for me? How tight you get just from this?”

You’d clench around him. He knows you would. You always do when he talks like that. He shifts in his seat now, discreetly adjusting himself under the table. Every inch of him tense with restraint. You reach for your wine. Your lips glisten. Sae’s eyes flicker to your mouth for a split second too long.

Fuck.

He wants that mouth around him instead. Wants to grab the back of your head and ruin your lipstick down on his cock. Instead, his hand sneaks low. Just enough to let two fingers brush the inside of your thigh. You jump—barely. Then he leans in, finally, pretending to ask something innocent.

“Keep playing, and I’ll fuck you so hard after the game you won’t sit right for a week.”

Post-Match: He wins. Of course he fucking wins.

And you’re waiting for him in the hotel suite, pretending you weren’t soaked halfway through the match just watching him dominate the field. He drops his duffel. Grabs you by the wrist. And drags you to the couch like you weigh nothing.

“On your back. Head on the armrest.” “Mouth first.”

You don’t even get a second to protest. Your head’s tilted back, neck bent against the cushion, and he’s already unzipping his pants. His cock’s hard—veiny, thick, flushed at the tip—and you barely get your mouth open before he’s shoving it past your lips.

“Take it. All of it.” He thrusts. Deep. Brutal. His hips slam against your face, the wet sound of your gagging echoing through the suite. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as he forces himself down your throat, again and again, your throat tightening around him.

“That’s it… fucking messy little thing,” he growls, tightening his fist in your hair.

Your nails dig into his thighs but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. Just keeps fucking your throat like it’s the only reward he wants tonight.

“Look at you choking—such a good little trophy.”

He pulls out with a wet pop, your lips slick and raw. Your chin’s dripping, strands of spit connecting your swollen mouth to the tip of his cock. Then he slaps it against your cheek. Once. Twice. The sound is obscene.

“Open up again,” he says, rubbing the head across your lips.

Good Girls Get Rewards: Your hands grip the sheets, chest barely supported as your legs tremble under the weight of it all. But Sae doesn’t lean in. He doesn’t cover you. He stays upright behind you—composed, calculated—one hand gripping your hip, the other landing sharp slaps against your ass that echo through the room.

“Harder,” he says, voice low and detached, like this is nothing out of the ordinary. Like he’s not slowly destroying you on purpose. But you know better. He enjoys this. He enjoys you like this.

“Please…” your voice cracks as you try to lift yourself, legs threatening to give out beneath you. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His tone is cruel, flat. He drives into you deeper, harder, and your body stutters forward from the sheer force of it. Your vision blurs.

“Sae… please, let me lie down…” you sob out, voice raw. “My legs— I can’t hold myself up…”

A dry chuckle rolls out of him. Mocking. “What do you think I put you like this for?” His grip tightens as he thrusts again, slower, deeper. “I like watching you fall apart. I like hearing you beg.” Another harsh slap lands against your ass, and you cry out.

“Thought I’d be soft with you? Treat you like a little princess?”

“N-no…” you whisper, trembling.

“Then shut up and keep that mouth pretty.”

He doesn’t ease up. Not even a little. Each thrust feels brutal, merciless, like he’s trying to ruin you from the inside out. But then—he leans in just enough, his breath hot against your ear.

“Though if you cry a little more… I might let you crawl up onto the bed.”