you stirred slowly out of your sleep from the sounds of wet, slick sounds pumping into your ears. you were laying on your stomach, having to straighten up and slightly look over your shoulder to see . . .
you tried blinking open your eyes more to clear your bleary vision, seeing rin’s figure hovering over top of your legs. and he was . . . you couldn’t yet make out what he was doing.
“hah. . . ah. . . mmnn. . .” rin shuddered mouse-quiet whimpers that accompanied the consistent wet sounds.
and now you figured it out.
“r—rin?” you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep.
rin immediately stilled, a tiny hiccup halting his desperate pants. his eyes, which were slightly wet from a flustered heat, widened slightly.
“you’re awake— i wasn—”
“are you jerking off on me?” you interrupted him.
“m’sorry,” he whimpered, tugging his pants up. “i—i was just— m’not trying to be weird i swear—”
you let your upper body once again collapse on the bed, feeling too exhausted to even stop him. or maybe it was the fact you were actually turned on at how pathetic he seemed right now.
“whatever,” you murmured into the pillow, already closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep. “just don’t wake me.”
rin let out a shaky exhale. he pulled his pants slightly down again — though a little hesitant. however, he was super horny. he couldn’t help but give in to the feeling. seeing your body laid out like this; in shorts that make rin struggle to look anywhere else and a tank top that you put far too much trust in — it made blood rush to his dick fast.
he leaned forward a bit, his arm stretching out to rest his hand on the mattress near your torso to steady himself. his free hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, pumping up and down at a fast pace.
in a desperate attempt for more sensation, he pressed his sticky and red tip into the cleft of your ass, a whining groan escaping his spit-glossed lips as he did so. he began rubbing himself against you, swallowing back his weak moans. the faster he got, the more he trembled. both from the overheating pleasure and the fear of waking you up again.
his panting got shallower as he neared his release. he sucked back on saliva that almost dripped from his parted messy lips as his pace slightly quickened again.
“g’nna. . . c—cu— a. . .ahh. . .” he whined, his dick beginning to shoot sticky, warm ropes of cum onto the fabric of your shorts.
his hand pumped along his base more as he kept splurting out more cum, his thighs shaking from the stimulation gradually getting more and more intense.
“mmmmnn. . .” he mumbled shakily, finally pulling his hand away and pulling his pants back up.
he slowly set himself back at your side, his face sweaty and flushed from his orgasm and the energy it took to stay quiet for you.
he just couldn’t have waited. waking up in the middle of the night, feeling restless from how horny he was — seeing your sleeping frame didn’t make anything better. so he had to give himself a release somehow!
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synopsis: when the nerdy alexis ness is asked to tutor the resident bimbo, he's thrilled. hopefully, he can teach you more than just basic math... and who knows, maybe you'll finally give him a pair of your panties, so he doesn't have to break in and steal them from your hamper.
!!! MDNI DDDNE !!!
cw: fem!bimbo!reader, yandere!nerd!ness, creep!ness, reader is a 'slut', mentions of other hookups, smut, reader implied to be chubby but descriptors are vague, more tba...
enjoy! sorry again 4 late upload, i lowkey moved my whole room around today...
denji’s never been good at patience.
he never learned how to wait for things — food, money, love — all of it’s always been about grabbing what he can the second it’s in front of him. and now, with your leg between his, thigh warm and firm under the soft cotton of his sweats, patience feels impossible.
“c’mon,” he whines, already rutting down against you in little stuttering jerks. his messy blond hair sticks up every which way, and his pupils are so blown it’s like he’s half feral. “please, lemme just—i’ll be quick, promise, mommy.”
the word slips out of him without him even realizing, and your hand stills where it had been rubbing up and down his back. denji freezes too, wide eyes darting up to you.
“…mommy, huh?” you murmur, letting the word roll slow and teasing off your tongue.
his cheeks go red instantly, but his hips don’t stop moving — if anything, they grind down harder, chasing friction against your thigh. “i didn’t—shit, i didn’t mean—” his voice cracks as you flex your leg under him, giving him more pressure to grind against. “fuck—”
“you didn’t mean to call me mommy?” your tone is lilting, sweet, dangerous. one hand slides into his hair and tugs his head back, making him gasp. “or you didn’t mean to let it slip?”
denji squirms, face hot, but his cock is straining against his sweats, leaking through the thin fabric where it presses to your thigh. “i—it just came out, i dunno, i—”
“but you like it, don’t you?” you cut him off, pressing your thigh harder up between his legs. his whole body jolts, mouth falling open in a strangled moan. “you like calling me mommy.”
he nods before his brain catches up with his mouth. “yes—fuck, yes, i like it, mommy, i like it—”
“good boy.” the praise makes him keen, hips stuttering against your thigh. you let him rut there, sweaty and messy, his hands clutching at your shoulders as though he’s afraid you’ll shove him off. he’s trembling already, so worked up it’s pathetic.
“please, please let me—lemme cum, mommy, please,” he babbles, forehead dropping against your collarbone. “i’ll be good, i’ll do anything, i need it so bad—”
your fingers curl tight in his hair, tugging his head up until he’s forced to look at you. his lips are kiss-bruised from biting them, his chest heaving like he’s drowning.
“not yet.”
the whine that rips out of him is animalistic. his hips grind down harder, desperate, but you catch his jaw in your hand and hold him there. “denji,” you warn, voice low.
“i can’t—I can’t stop, it feels so good, i’ll die if i don’t cum—”
“you’ll do what mommy says.” your thigh shifts, cruelly pulling back some of the pressure he was clinging to. he gasps, eyes wide and desperate, tears threatening to spill. “you’ll wait until i say so. got it?”
he nods furiously, even as his hips twitch like he’s fighting his own body. “got it, got it, mommy, please—”
you lean in close, lips brushing his ear. “good boy. keep riding my thigh. make it messy. make it hurt. but you don’t cum until i say.”
denji’s broken little moan could shatter glass. he rocks down against you with reckless abandon, every drag of his cock against your thigh painting darker stains into his sweats. he’s panting, whimpering, sobbing your name, begging in between curses.
“mommy, mommy, it’s too much, i can’t—”
your hand tightens in his hair again, forcing him to arch back and look at you through tear-blurred eyes. “you can. you will. or i’ll make you start over.”
that threat nearly breaks him. he grinds harder, messier, until his body starts to shake, every muscle taut. he’s so close you can feel it in the way he twitches, the way he sobs.
“mommy, please—please, can i cum? i’ll be so good, i’ll do whatever you want, i need it, please let me—”
you wait until he’s right on the edge, until his whole body is wound up like a live wire. then, sweet as sugar, you murmur:
“no.”
he screams in frustration, hips jerking helplessly as his orgasm tears itself away before it can break. he slumps forward, trembling all over, cock throbbing painfully against your thigh.
“n-no, fuck, i was so close, please don’t do this to-
mmmph!”
he's cut off by your fingers stuffing his mouth, drool already building up in his mouth.
“shhh baby, you know i hate it when you throw your tantrums..”
you guide him down once more, pressing his hips flush against your thigh, his cock twitches, hot and heavy, and he leans into you, nose brushing your collarbone, lips soft against your skin.
“don’t try to move too fast, baby,” you coo, running your fingers through his messy hair. “i said sit, not shove your cock all over me. pace yourself.”
he groans, hands fisting in your thighs, body trembling like he’s vibrating on his own. “i-i can’t help it, mommy,” he whines, eyes wide and pleading. “it’s so warm, you feel so good—please, let me ride you!”
you chuckle, tilting your chin down to brush your lips over the top of his head. “not yet. you’re going to take this slow, understand? all of it is mine. you don’t get to come until i say. my little brat needs to learn patience.”
denji shivers violently, thighs trembling, and he presses himself closer, trying anyway, cock leaking and slick against your leg. you place a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from grinding too hard, letting him feel the control without giving up an inch.
“hngh—fuck, mommy—” he whines, high-pitched and needy. his face is pink, lips parted, mascaraed with drool where he’s been whining against your skin. “please, i’m yours, please—please let me—”
“shh,” you hush him, fingers tangling in his hair, thumbs brushing along his jaw. “look at you, baby. shaking, dripping, so desperate. this is why you needed me. my good boy, so needy already, but you’re going to stay right there. ride my thigh, learn to stay on edge.”
he gasps at the words, the edge teasing him mercilessly. you grind your thigh just enough to keep him twitching, cock leaking, hands gripping your leg, hips jerking involuntarily against you. he’s dripping in your control, every little sound a whine that makes you ache to touch more.
“look at that, baby,” you murmur, dragging a hand down his spine, over his shoulders, letting him feel your warmth, “cock twitching, leaking all over me. so messy, so needy… so perfect for mommy.”
his breath hitches, back arching, trembling through every inch of him, and he whimpers, “i-i can’t—i’ll… i’ll ruin it, mommy…”
“oh, you already did,” you tease, voice soft, almost lullaby-like. “but it’s okay. my brat can be messy. i like that. you like it too, don’t you? being my little desperate baby, cock leaking, taking it all without permission?”
he whines again, hips jerking up, hands pressing into your thigh as if he can physically pull the words out of you, begging with every twitch, every little shiver. “y-yes… yes, mommy, i’m yours… please, i’m yours—please touch me, please, please—”
“not yet, baby,” you murmur, voice low and commanding, letting your fingers curl into his messy hair, tilting his head so he’s forced to look at you. “my little brat isn’t allowed to come until i say so, that means slow down and stop. do you understand?”
he whines, face flushing darker, chest heaving, hands still gripping your thigh as if it’s the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “y-yes… mommy, please… i’ll be good… just—just let me stay close…”
you smile, brushing your thumb over the tip of his nose, letting him feel your warmth press against him. “stay close? of course. stay warm. sit on my thigh, feel every inch of me, and wait. you’re mine, baby, and mommy decides when it’s your turn.”
denji shudders violently, hips twitching even as he obeys, and every gasp, whine, and little squeak is music to your ears. his cock leaks against your leg, sticky and warm, and he’s so desperate it’s almost painful to watch. he tries to grind a little, just the tiniest bit, and you press a finger into his chest to stop him.
“don’t move without permission,” you warn, voice sweet but firm. “you’re going to stay right there and feel all of this without taking it for yourself. mommy’s in charge.”
he groans, a broken, high-pitched sound, and buries his face into your neck, muffling a whimper. “f-fuck… i’m yours, mommy… so hot… please… i can’t…”
“i know, baby,” you coo, hand sliding down to stroke the side of his back, tracing circles over his shoulder blades, fingers dragging lightly over his spine. “that’s why mommy’s here. to tease you, to keep you right on edge. look at you… trembling, whining, dripping for me. so needy, so perfect.”
his knees tremble as he tries to adjust, hips jerking reflexively, but you keep him firmly in place, thigh pressed just right so every twitch drives him further into need without relief. “mmm, that’s it, baby… ride me like that. stay right here. every little shiver, every little groan, it’s yours to give me, but not your release.”
denji cries out softly, a mix of frustration and desperate pleasure, curling himself closer to you, hands gripping at your hips, nails digging in as if he could anchor himself to you. “p-please, mommy… i’m–… feels too good… i can’t—”
“you can,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his temple. “you’re my little brat, my messy, needy baby. you can take it, stay full, stay warm, stay on my thigh. mommy knows exactly what you need, and right now, you need to learn patience.”
he shivers uncontrollably, chest rising and falling fast, voice breaking with muffled whines as he leans into you, cock slick and twitching, body begging for release. but every touch you give, every warm press of your thigh, keeps him right there—so close, so desperate, and totally under your control.
his lips part, soft little whimpers slipping out, “mm-mommy… i… can i… please… just a little…”
“no, baby,” you hush him gently, brushing your fingers through his hair, tucking him closer, “not yet. stay full. stay warm. stay mine. mommy will decide when you get your reward.”
he’s trembling in your lap harsh now, chest pressed against yours, arms draped around your waist like he’s scared you’ll leave if he lets go. every little squirm, every tiny buck of his hips makes his cock twitch wet and hot against you, and he’s whining, whining, whining like a spoiled little brat who can’t get enough.
“mmm, my messy little baby,” you coo, fingers threading through his hair, tugging lightly so he has to look at you. “look at you… riding my thigh, leaking for me, hips jerking even when i said no. you’re such a naughty boy.”
he arches, whining, face buried against your chest now. “i-i can’t help it, mommy… feels too good… i’m gonna… gonna…”
“no,” you whisper firmly, pressing your thigh harder into him. “you’re staying right here, baby. every twitch, every little squeeze—mine. i decide when you get to come.”
he shivers violently, letting out a broken little moan, hands gripping your hips, fingernails digging in. “please… please… i’ll do anything… just let me… feel you… mommy…”
you grin, brushing a finger over the tip of his leaking cock, dragging it down the shaft just slightly to remind him that he’s on the edge. “mmm, that’s right, baby… so needy, so desperate… look at you, cock twitching, dripping all over me. you like being my brat, don’t you? teasing yourself for mommy?”
he groans, back arching, legs trembling as he presses against you, helpless. “y-yes… mommy… please… i’m yours… i can’t… can’t hold it—”
you lean down, lips brushing his temple, neck, whispering praise and command all at once. “you can, baby. you’re mine. stay warm, stay full, stay shaking just like this. every little whine, every little groan, it’s all yours to give me—but not your release.”
he whines loudly now, a broken little sound that makes you ache to ruin him even further. his hips jerk against your thigh, trying to chase the friction, and you press firmly down, holding him still, letting him feel every inch of you without letting him take it for himself.
“so good… taking it so well for mommy,” you murmur, stroking his back, dragging your nails lightly along his spine. “look at you… shaking, whining, leaking… such a perfect little brat.”
he gasps, high-pitched, trembling, every muscle quivering. “f-fuck… mommy… please… can’t… i’m… so close… feels too good…”
“not yet, baby,” you whisper, tilting his head to look at you. “stay full. stay warm. mommy decides when it’s time. you don’t get to come until i say.”
his hands fist in your thighs again, hips jerking, back arching, mouth opening in helpless little whimpers. “i-i… please… mommy… m’gonna… can’t… can’t hold it…”
you hum softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “i know, baby..”
he’s shaking now, drool slicking his lips, cock hard and leaking, hips twitching even though he’s trying to obey. every little touch, every word you murmur makes him tremble more, louder, until he’s babbling, whining, and begging all at once.
“yes, baby,” you whisper, hands sliding down to hold him against your thigh, grinding him just enough to make him twitch.
he’s shaking violently in your lap, body trembling, cock slick and hot, whining against your thigh, desperate beyond words. every twitch, every jerk of his hips makes him moan, whimper, babble brokenly, and you let your fingers trail through his messy hair, tilting his head so he looks at you with glassy, desperate eyes.
“my little brat,” you murmur, voice soft but commanding, “so needy… so messy… so ready to come for mommy.”
he gasps, arching back, gripping your waist, nails digging in, lips parting in a broken moan. “p-please… mommy… i… i can’t hold it… feels too good… fuck—”
you brush your lips over his temple, jaw, whispering into his ear: “that’s it, baby… let go for me. let mommy take it. all yours. all messy and warm and mine.”
his hands clutch your thighs, legs trembling as his hips buck against your firm grip. “i-i’m… m’gonna… oh fuck… mommy—”
you press your thigh harder into him, grinding just enough to push him past the edge. the moment he cums is explosive: cock pulsing and spurting, leaking hot and sticky all over your leg, back arching, hips jerking uncontrollably. he’s babbling incoherently, voice high and broken, “f-fuck! mommy! i’m yours! oh god! oh fuck! s-so good! m’gonna—please—”
you hold him tight, rocking gently, fingers in his hair, lips brushing his temple. every shiver, every sob, every desperate little moan—he’s completely undone, body trembling, mind foggy, cock emptying helplessly into your lap.
“good boy,” you murmur, voice soft, gentle, full of praise. “my messy, needy little brat… all yours, all mine. look at you… shaking, babbling… so perfect.”
he collapses into your chest, unable to speak, only shivering and clinging to you, lips wet and parted, eyes glassy. the little sobs that escape him are raw, unfiltered, and you brush your hands over his back and hair, rocking him gently as he slowly comes down from the overstimulation.
“you did so well, baby,” you whisper, kissing the crown of his head. “so perfect… my little brat… all warm and messy… mine.”
he wraps his arms around you tighter, trembling, mumbling brokenly against your chest, “m-mine… i’m yours… mommy… thank you…”
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⤑ denji wants a feel and you can't help but give him what he wants.
| He’s been aching to touch your tits since the moment he met you. Now it’s finally happening, and he’s falling the fuck apart. |
ᯓ You noticed it weeks ago—the way his eyes would flick down every time you leaned over. The way his words would stutter, how he’d go all pink in the face when you walked into the room wearing anything even remotely snug. It was obvious. Painfully so.
The living room’s dim, TV flickering low. You’re curled on the couch beside him in just a thin tank top, legs tucked under you, no bra—because really, why bother around Denji? He’s harmless, and very, very easy to tease.
He hasn’t said a word in ten minutes. Just keeps fidgeting, chewing on his thumb, peeking at your chest like he thinks you won’t notice.
You glance over without turning your head. “Something you wanna say?”
His shoulders jump. “Huh?! No—! I mean—yes. Fuck.” He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, shit. I know this is probably, like, creepy, or whatever. But…”
He pauses. You tilt your head.
“…can I touch your tits?”
You blink.
“I’ve wanted to since the second I met you,” he says fast, breathless. “Like, for real. Day one. You walked in wearing that little black shirt and I swear I forgot how to talk for three hours.”
You raise an eyebrow. “So this is a long-term issue.”
“Yes. A very long-term, medically concerning issue.”
You could almost laugh. Instead, you lean back, stretch your arms behind your head on purpose, letting your top pull just enough to emphasize the curve of your chest. He makes a noise like he’s choking on air.
“What do I get in return?”
He perks up instantly. “I’ll buy you food tomorrow. Anything. Like—anything you want. From anywhere.”
You hum, pretending to think it over while his eyes stay glued to the way your tits shift with every breath.
“…Alright,” you say casually, already swinging a leg over his lap. “Guess I can be bought.”
He goes still. Like frozen, full-body still. And when you straddle his thighs, planting yourself right there in his lap, Denji looks up at you like he just found out he’s going to heaven.
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
You watch him. His hands twitch in his lap like he’s not sure where to start.
“Well?” you prompt. “You asked.”
He swallows hard, then slowly—carefully—reaches up. His palms slide up your sides, then in, and finally cup your tits like he’s holding the holy grail. His fingers squeeze, slow and reverent, thumbs brushing the swell of them right under your nipples.
“Oh my god,” he breathes. “They’re so soft. Like—like stupid soft.”
You smirk. “You expected them to be hard?”
“No! I just—I didn’t think—fuck.” He shivers. “I’ve jerked off thinking about this so many times, and this is so much better.”
You laugh, low in your throat, as his face goes beet red.
“They’re warm,” he whispers, like he’s overwhelmed. “And squishy. And I can feel your nipples through your top—fuck, fuck, you’re not wearing a bra.”
“Nope.”
He whines. “You’re evil.”
“You just noticing that now?”
He squeezes again, a little firmer this time, and you feel the way your nipples tighten under the friction. His breathing stutters as he lets out a small whine.
“Can I keep touching them?” he asks quietly, like he’s scared you’ll stop him.
You lean down, let your chest press deeper into his hands, your mouth brushing his ear.
“As long as you keep making those pretty little noises, baby?” you murmur, lips curling. “You can touch them all night.”
And judging by the way he shudders, cock twitching under you, you’re not moving off his lap anytime soon.
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Massaging Kaiser's strained thigh after practice and deep-throating him to oblivion <3
No tw needed, its all in the title thehe
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The heavy front door of your shared apartment rattled on its hinges as Michael Kaiser threw his towering frame inside. He slammed it shut with a thud, kicking off his cleats with a venomous grunt.
"Micha? Are you okay?" You asked, looking up from your phone screen, your body nestled and curled in on itself on the couch.
"Verdammt noch mal!" He growled, ripping off his training jacket and tossing it blindly onto the floor. "That coach is an absolute idiot! An amateur. He kept demanding more and more. Idioten, alle miteinander!" He marched over to the couch, his chest heaving, radiating an aura of pure, petulant fury.
Without waiting for an invitation, he collapsed heavily right next to you, burying his face in his large hands. Then with a dramatic, exaggerated groan, he shifted and hoisted his right leg onto your lap.
"Fix it" he demanded, his voice dropping to a low rasp "My right thigh. I strained it on the last sprint because that worthless trainer doesn't know when to stop. Its completely locked up. Mach schon, look at it."
Looking down, you were immediately struck by the sheer, imposing scale of his lower body. As an elite striker, Michael's thighs were nothing short of monstrous, menacing power packed into dense muscle.
Now, stripped down to his tight training shorts, the raw anatomy of his quadriceps was on full display. The muscle group was so massive it felt heavy across your lap, a solid, throbbing wall of meat that was locked tight into a knot.
You squirted a generous amount of massage oil into your hands, rubbing them together before placing your palms onto the hard, burning surface of his upper thigh. The moment you pressed down, pushing your thumbs firmly into the thick furrow between his quad muscles, Kaiser let out a sharp, pathetic whine.
"Ah! Scheiße, be careful!" He barked, his face immediately scrunching up. He crossed his arms over his chest, sinking deeper into the couch cushions and pouting like a giant, spoiled cat. "Youre doing it too hard! Do you want me to be crippled for my next match? Unglaublich..."
"Micha, I have to use pressure to get the knot out." You reasoned softly, your fingers sliding up the massive, flaring curve of his outer thigh, trying to flush the lactic acid upward toward his hip.
He grumbled something incoherent under his breath, staring up at the ceiling with his cheeks slightly flushed, acting entirely like a toddler throwing a fit.
But then, as your fingers kept pressing into his thigh so gently, so lovingly and almost worshipful...? He couldn't help the way blood traveled south fast despite how hard he tried, and failed, to suppress it. He let out a low groan before he could even stop it.
Your ears perked up at the sound, sounding too much like a moan to be out of pure relief. Your eyes traveled up his thigh, settling onto the obvious arousal straining at the fabric of his compression shorts, jumping shamelessly when Kaiser saw your gaze on it.
"You're hard" you observed, stating it plainly just like the fact it was, moving your hand up his thigh and letting your fingers grope and knead at his hard cock through his shorts. "Want me to help with that as well?"
He swallowed hard, staring down at you through his blond, long lashes, cheeks tinged a warm maroon, and then he exhaled through flared nostrils like a bull releasing steam after being chased for hours. "...Ja" he grumbled, half stubborn with pride, half already surrendering to your allure.
You smiled, barely there, not wanting him to feel embarrassed even more and back up from this. Then, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and black boxers, tugging at them with a silent request in your eyes.
He huffed with a small pout, lifting his hips slightly and letting you slide off the remaining of his clothes completely, you carelessly disregarding them to the corner of the room. There he was, naked from waist down, in all his usual glory.
You hummed appreciatively at the sight of his thick cock, resting on his hard abs and smearing precum on the pale skin there, twitching ocassionaly under your intense gaze. He smelled faintly of sweat and his usual manly musk, not having had a chance to shower properly since this morning. And honestly, you didnt mind. It only made you even hornier while Kaiser scrunched his nose up in that cute way of his at the filth of it all. God, he already felt like showering.
All his thoughts about needing to upkeep his usual hygiene were thrown out of the window as you lunched forward, stuffing your face in between his legs and inhaling deeply, making him throb in shame and arousal at how nasty you were being "Lass dass. It's gross, I havent even showered..." He mumbled, hissing as you only pressed further, sticking out your tongue and licking messily in between his tightly drawn up balls.
His rough, tattooed hand reached down immediately, lacing his thick fingers through your hair and pulling your face away from his groin, staring down at you with those icy blue eyes of his. Burning with arousal so deep it made his pupils blown wide, black almost swallowing the regal blue of his irises.
He exhaled shakily, reaching down with his other hand and grabbing himself by the base of his cock, giving a few firm strokes to spread his precum properly before guiding his leaking tip to your lips, pressing, urging it in "Yeah...take it" he growled.
You hummed in pure pleasure as the familiar taste of his bitter precum hit your tongue, lapping at his slit hungrily and hollowing your cheeks out. "Fuck.." he threw his head back against the couch, throat bobbing slightly with each shallow breath he took.
His chest heaved sharply when you decided to take matter into your own hands, taking his cock deep into your throat and pushing past your gag reflex, blinking away tears because- fuck, the way his abs clenched and the guttural moan he let out?- it was worth it. So fucking worth it.
"Liebling--" That tight, throaty resonance around his pulsing cock as you moaned around him, wrapped so tightly inside you, was enough to make him lose his mind.
And he was.
But then, you swallowed around him. Swallowed. With his shaft still plunged deeply into your tight, wet throat.
His back arched off the couch, a sharp gasp tearing from his lungs that sounded more animal than human "Scheiße!-"
You started bobbing your head, taking more and more of him each time until your nose started hitting his pelvis.
Kaiser couldn't breathe. It was like his lungs had forgotten how to work. Every nerve in his body zeroed in on one single point: your lips, wet, swollen from stretching around him, and the obscene slide of you taking more of his fat, glistening cock into that heaven.
He was seeing stars. Actual stars.
Floating behind closed eyelids while a low, continous moan vibrated from deep within him, one long sound that never stopped, just raising higher in pitch every time you swallowed or massaged a sensitive spot on his overloaded cock with your tongue.
He was done pretending his hips weren't willing to move.
Kaiser thrust. Not gentle, nor controlled.
A sudden, powerful jerk of his hips, driven by pure, primal need as the dam finally broke. His cock plunged deeper into your overused throat, chasing that tight feeling, that heat with zero finesse.
The first hot pulse came almost instantly, a thick rope of cum shooting straight down your throat as he moaned, loud and unrestrained. "G-Gott..!"
More followed in rapid succession, heavy spurts pulsing from him in waves as he came hard, so hard it burnt at the base of his spine, each throb pushing another moan out between gritted teeth.
And just as you thought he was finished and you could finally pull back to breathe, he lifted his heavy thighs, so juicy and huge, and wrapped them around your head to pull you deeper into his groin, pushing you into a possessive headlock, like he never wanted to let go, while his toes curled into his socks, balls tightening against your chin.
You panicked slightly, tapping his thigh rapidly to signal you needed air, to which he finally snapped out of it, shuddering violently and releasing your head with a final, long groan, draping a strong forearm over his eyes while his lips kept parted to catch his breath.
You choked slightly, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand to get off excess saliva, heaving as you stared up at him. He was wrecked. Your hands moved to gently caress his thighs, kissing along the insides of them as he came back down to you, lifting his arm slightly to crack an eye open and look down at you.
Without a second of hesitation, he reached down, tugging you up into his lap by your hair and pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, overloaded with gratitude and affection while he glid his tongue against yours, not even caring about the taste of himself on you.
When he pulled back, it was only to rest his sweaty forehead against yours, mumbling soft words meant only for you, lips dragging over yours with each syllable "Mein Himmel... Mein Engel... made me cum so hard. I just have to return the favor now, hm?"
You nodded eagerly, panties soaked through already.
your boyfriend sae has little patience; you knew that, but you couldn’t resist wanting to try cockwarming with him. besides, he’s in the off-season and took some vacation days, so why not spend it spending time with you (and trying new sex positions!). he’s your lover after all, it’s best to take care of him.
“baby, sit still. can’t we stay here and just talk?” you were straddling your boyfriend, sitting on his cock while you played with his bangs (that were finally not up with his annoying gel).
he raised an eyebrow. “and talk about what?” it was rather evident that he was irritated. you didn't do anything wrong, of course; he was just like that because at this point, he was antsy for you to move. you've been like this for a good hour or so? god, he was really trying to telepathically tell you to move.
“well, not sure… how about our days tomorrow? i’m going to be quite busy.” you rolled your eyes, subconsciously bucking your hips forward and instilling a groan out of sae.
you were going to laugh. even the great sae itoshi of the amazing football club real, had his limits for sure. “yeah, with what?”
“babysitting rin’s baby tomorrow. he has a cute kid, i'm jealous like she’s so cute.”
sae's tone suddenly turned light, “so would you want one?” “yeah…wait what?”
this was a bad idea, it really was a bad idea because now your boyfriend grabbed your hips, slamming you on his aching cock hard. “f-fuckk, sae—! hnghhhh… what t-the hell?”
he turned to you, holding your chin and squishing your cheeks with such a soft smile plastered on his face. “let’s have one of our own, yeah?”
sae turned feral—you seriously couldn’t believe it. your lover, who was usually calm, composed, and gentle with you, was fucking you like he had nothing to lose—like as if he's been wanting to do this—to get you all pregnant with his kid.
and...of course he did. you just never paid attention. you never paid attention to how, despite his rather stoic and blunt nature in public, his gaze always softens every time he encounters a 'mini' fan of his, and how his eyes are always on you and how soft you were to rin's kid; how he spoils the girl more than her own father (you also didn't see how...kinda jealous sae was but he'd never admit it. he loves his niece, he really does).
“take it? yeah, baby?” he moved your hips side to side, hands grabbing at the plush of your ass and kneading it juuust like dough.
your maw was slack, drool slipping on the side of your lips while your eyebrows were pinched together. sae was fucking into it...realllll into it. his cock bullied your cunt so rough with every move of his hips and slamming you onto him.
“attagirl, so beautiful…” you felt your boyfriend tense up, spilling inside of you with a stretched out, quiet groan… and yet he still kept going relentlessly, cum sloshing inside your hole and being pushed inside. your breath was practically taken, and you felt like you were going to cry out of bliss.
“gonna be so pretty… all pregnant with a kid of our own…” he kept whispering as if he was manifesting this. it didn't help that he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, and took you to your shared bedroom where he would further enact in his breeding agenda.
spit on it and then jerk it with the bllk guys — part 1
Isagi was fully expecting a cute, sweet moment. Maybe even something fumbly. But when she spits in her hand and wraps it around him, he gasps like he’s been shot. Clutches the blanket and whispers, “W-what? That’s…. That’s a red card!” like she’s possessed. His hips jerk the second her thumb circles the tip. Moans like he’s never felt pleasure before. Whimpers into her neck, clinging to her like she’s about to steal his soul. Cries out when he cums. Body twitching, brain blank, praise falling out of his mouth.
Bachira was so excited. Grinning like she just gave him candy. Then she spits and his whole face lights up. “Wait wait wait are you doing it like that?? Oh my god??” can’t stop moaning and giggling like a little freak. “Faster, faster—holy shit yes—” he’s writhing. His hips are off the bed. He needs it. Cums with a shudder and lets out this feral whimper. Immediately wants to go again. “That was the coolest thing anyone’s ever done to me.”
Sae looks calm, chill. Almost uninterested. Rolls his eyes like “Sure, go ahead.” but the second she spits his jaw flexes. His cock jumps and she hasn’t even touched him yet. By the time her hand starts moving, his breathing is already ragged. Eyes glued to the motion. Quiet curses slipping out. When he cums, he goes silent. Then exhales sharply, head falling back. He stays still for ten minutes after, just staring at the ceiling like he’s trying to reformat his brain.
Nagi was literally half asleep when she offered. Thought it’d help him nap. Then she spit in her hand and his whole body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. “Wha—yo…what the hell?” he slurred as his toes curled. His breath caught in his throat. Legs twitching. Hands gripping the pillow. Every moan is lazy but wrecked. Long, low, drawn-out sounds of stunned pleasure. He finishes with a loud, stunned, “Fuuuck…” and completely blacks out after. (slept like the dead for 13 hours straight.)
Barou was reluctant and tired. Thought she’d just stroke him gently and let him relax. Then she spits in her hand and his soul leaves his body. “Oi! What the hell are you—?!” he growls, but his hips betray him. His abs Twitch. He grits his teeth, trying not to whimper. Growls low in his throat. One hand gripping her wrist, the other clenched in the sheets. Fighting for his life. When he finishes, he bites his lip so hard he bruises it. Cums with a guttural groan and then yells at her like it’s her fault. (but 100% asks for it again the next night.)
Chris Prince with a praise kink with the size of a house to the point that even a "good job" from a teammate in the locker room is enough to make him hard
You stood shoulder to shoulder with Chris Prince at your adjacent lockers in the quiet Manshine City training facility locker room. The rest of the Neo Egoist League team had already cleared out after the intense scrimmage. Only the faint hum of distant showers and the lingering scent of turf, sweat, and soap remained. The overhead lights cast clean shadows across the tiled floors and benches.
You began changing at your usual relaxed pace, peeling off your sweat-soaked Manshine City jersey first and tossing it into your locker. Cool air washed over your bare chest and abs as you stretched. Chris had already dropped his towel, standing fully naked beside you.
His tall, powerfully built frame was on full display with broad shoulders, thick pectorals, sharply defined abs he obsessed over for his ideal self, and powerful legs built for explosive runs. His messy medium-length blonde hair was still tousled, and his light eyes were half-lidded.
“Prince, you were incredible today,” you said warmly as you pushed your compression shorts and underwear down your legs. Your cock hung heavy between your thighs. You grabbed your towel and wiped your chest. “That last cross was perfect.”
Chris’s breath hitched sharply. His thick cock twitched hard against his thigh and surged upward, swelling rapidly into a rigid erection that curved toward his abs. A fat bead of precum welled at the flushed tip.
You stayed completely oblivious, drying off while the short compliments kept flowing naturally. “You dominated the right flank. You powered through those defenders so cleanly. That through-ball was genius.”
His heavy cock jerked visibly, bobbing as more thick precum rolled down the veined shaft and dripped onto the tile. Chris gripped the edge of his locker, knuckles white. His chest rose faster, abs tensing, cheeks burning red. His light eyes grew glassy.
You stepped into fresh boxers, pulling them up. “You spotted the gap instantly. Your vision is unreal. The speed you burst with was insane. You controlled the whole play.”
Chris let out a quiet strained groan. His erection throbbed harder, leaking steadily now. The swollen head glistened under the lights. A small puddle formed near his feet.
You reached for your jeans and continued. “You were the standout on the pitch. Perfect Manshine striker stuff. No one moves like you. Your physicality was on another level. That burst of speed was beautiful.”
His cock pulsed visibly with every short praise, more precum dripping down. He shifted his weight, thighs pressing together uselessly.
You buttoned your shirt, still facing your locker. “You left the defender in the dust. Everyone noticed your power. You’re built like a machine. Good job, Prince. You owned the field.”
Chris’s breathing grew heavier. His hand brushed against his throbbing length accidentally as he tried to stay composed.
“That early run was sharp. You turned nothing into a chance. Your positioning was flawless. Decision-making under pressure was spot on. That cut inside was quality.”
You kept going without pause. “Your technique is clean. That assist setup was genius. You read the game so well. Your ego drives you perfectly. You carried the attack.”
Chris whimpered softly under his breath, his massive cock leaking nonstop.
“Outstanding movement. You looked so strong out there. Keep that up. You’re one of the best I’ve played with. That speed is unmatched. Your control is elite.”
You slung your bag over your shoulder, now fully dressed, and gave his bare shoulder a quick friendly clap. “Proud to share the pitch with you. You killed it today. Amazing performance. Every surge was perfect. You embody the ideal self. We’re lucky to have you leading the line. Manshine dominates with you. Great work all around. You earned it, man. You were amazing. Bye Chris, have a wonderful day!"
With that, you turned and walked briskly out of the locker room cuz you had some delicious food waiting at home for you, the door clicking shut firmly behind you.
The second the latch caught, Chris broke.
“Fuck… all those little compliments… right next to me…” he groaned loudly, voice echoing off the tiled walls. His hand shot down instantly, wrapping around his throbbing, precum-drenched cock in a brutal tight grip. He started jerking off hard and fast with zero restraint.
His fist pumped up and down the thick veined length with wet, obscene slapping sounds that filled the empty room. His hips bucked forward, thighs trembling as he braced one strong arm against the locker.
“‘Incredible’… ‘perfect cross’… ‘dominated the flank’… ‘genius ball’… ‘insane speed’… ‘good job’… ‘you owned it’… ‘outstanding’… ‘one of the best’… ‘amazing’…” he muttered breathlessly, replaying every short praise on loop. Precum poured over his fingers, making every frantic stroke slick and loud.
His heavy balls drew up tight. He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb rubbing firmly over the sensitive swollen head, spreading the mess everywhere as pleasure crashed through him.
He stroked so fucking hard his forearm burned, chest heaving, head thrown back, blonde hair falling messily into his eyes. His knees shook, bare feet planted in the growing puddle of his own precum. The memory of you changing right beside him, oblivious and dropping praise after praise, pushed him right to the edge. “Yes—fuck—more like that—good job—amazing—outstanding—Chris, you’re perfect—ideal self—”
He was seconds from exploding, fist flying relentlessly, body coiled tight, when a deliberate sound cut through the haze.
Agi cleared his throat loudly from the far end of the locker aisle.
Chris’s eyes flew open in raw panic. He froze mid-stroke, hand still clenched death-grip tight around his pulsing, leaking cock. The swollen dark head throbbed visibly between his fingers as another thick rope of precum oozed out.
Agi stood leaning casually against a locker a few meters away—tall with very long limbs, dark complexion, black shoulder-length braided hair, white circular eyes, and short thin eyebrows. His calm, analytical expression held a hint of dry amusement, befitting his reputation for dissecting players’ talents.
“Prince,” Agi said in his steady, low voice, arms crossed over his long-limbed frame. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your post-scrimmage analysis session. But after that barrage of compliments from your locker neighbor, you might want to lock the door next time before you start jerking it so aggressively in the open.”
Chris’s face burned deep crimson, his massive erection still rock-hard and dripping uncontrollably in his grip, completely exposed. He stayed frozen, too stunned and too far gone to move, your words still echoing in his head.
Ticket Taker: Portable bathroom cleaning duties! For the both of you!
Harlequin/Pierrot: WHAT!? That's not fair!
Ticket Taker: You both ripped a wall of my tent down with your petty fights and badly cracked my third favorite mirror! As the young people say 'fuck around and find out'.
Harlequin: That's not fair! How come Yuu isn't getting punished!? She was fighting too!
Ticket Taker: It's her first time...so I'm giving her a warning just this once.
Harlequin: WHAT!? You're just letting her off because you're sucking up because you're weak for her!
Ticket Taker: *being held from behind by Monster Yuu with her breasts on his head* I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. I punish everyone equally.
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He thought it would be slow and careful. Maybe a little awkward. You were quiet most of the time, at least when it comes to the usual chit chatting. You simply didn’t waste your breath.
So when you whispered “Take it off, Sae. I want to see you.” as your fingers curled in the waistband of his sweatpants, he figured it was the heat talking.
When you kissed him again, all wet and deep, with your hips writhing up against his thigh, he thought he had you figured out.
Maybe you liked control. Maybe you were bolder than he realized.
But nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
You were on his bed. Sheets half pulled down, a warm summer night creeping in through the window and the scent of your perfume soaked into his pillow. You were already naked beneath him, skin flushed and glowing in the dimmed light.
Sae had just sunk into you. His breath caught, his jaw tight, hands clenched in the sheets beside your head when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.
“You feel so fucking good inside me, Sae. You’re stretching me just right. I’m already so full.” you moaned.
He froze. His hips stuttered once, his breath punched out of him and you smiled. Smiled like you’d just won something.
Your nails scratched lightly down his back and you tilted her head, licking into his jaw as you added. “Do you like it when I say that?”
His mouth opened, then closed. Heat raced up the back of his neck, blooming across his cheeks. He never blushed, but right now he felt it, high and hot and humiliating. “Y-you…” he managed, but you just kept going.
“You’re fucking me so well, baby. Every time you push in, I feel it right up in my stomach. Want me to say it again? Want me to tell you how big you are? How deep?”
An embarrassing loud groan slipped out. His hand moved quick to cover your mouth - like you’d let him. You caught his wrist and locked your fingers together. Wicked little thing.
“Oh, no no,” you whispered, syrup sweet and obscene. “You wanted to take your time, right? Be slow, be gentle?” your eyes fluttered, then met his again. “Then you’re gonna hear every fucking word, Sae. Because I’m not stopping.”
He could barely breathe. He tried to stay composed, truly he did. He tried to keep pace, keep rhythm, act unaffected, but the more you talked, the worse it got. Every roll of your hips came with something new, something even filthier.
“God, you’re so deep. I bet you’d love watching yourself fuck me from the back, huh? Bet you’d lose your mind if I moaned your name like this while I came on your cock.”
“Shut up,” he growled desperately.
“Make me.”
His hand found your throat before he could think better of it, holding you still, steady. His rhythm stuttered into something rougher, more ragged. Forehead dropped to yours.
“You’re insane,” he whispered.
“And you’re blushing,” you shot back, triumphant.
He was. He knew he was. His whole body was running hot. His usual calm shattered somewhere around the second “Fuck me harder, Sae,” and now he was thrusting into you like he had a point to prove. His hand moved from your throat to your jaw, then slid down to your tits, squeezing hard.
You moaned at that, arching into him. “That’s it. Don’t you wanna hear me? Wanna hear what you do to me?”
“I already know,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
“Then fuck it into me. You want me to come around your cock, don’t you? Want me to scream for you? I will. I will if you keep fucking me like that—”
He cut you off with a kiss, messy and biting. Your mouth would not stop moving, but your cunt clamped down even tighter the dirtier you got. And sae realized, with no small amount of panic, that if he didn’t shut you up soon, he was going to come way, way faster than planned. He buried his face in your neck, breathing hard, sweat clinging to both of them.
“You’re a menace.”
“You love it,” you gasped. “Love hearing me talk about your cock like it’s the only thing I want. And you’re right, ‘cause right now, it is.”
You clenched around him and he whined. An actual, broken sound that slipped from his throat before he could catch it. He hadn’t made a noise like that since he was a teenager.
You giggled, breathless and cocky, and kissed the shell of his ear. “You gonna come, baby? Just from my voice? That’s so fucking cute.”
“I’m going to gag you next time,” he muttered.
But there was no next time yet. Only now. Only you wrapping your legs around him tighter, moaning louder, dragging him closer to the edge with every filthy word.
And when you whispered, “Come for me, Sae. Fill me up, please. I wanna feel you dripping out of me when you pull out,” he snapped.
He growled into your neck. Shoved in deep and came with a stuttering curse, his hips jerking, the heat rushing through him like wildfire. Your words didn’t stop even then and that somehow made it worse. Better. More overwhelming.
He collapsed against you, heart pounding, still buried to the hilt. “You’re trouble,” he said against your skin.
You grinned, smug and satisfied, dragging your fingers through his sweaty hair. “You’re welcome.”
・❥・smut mdni you've been overstimulated all day... looks like sae's gonna loads of it off your shoulders ;)
(pretty boy gets overstimulated)
you'd been in a weird mood all day.
clingy. quieter than usual. following him around the apartment like a shadow, stealing his hoodie, sitting pressed up against his side on the couch with your chin on his shoulder. sae hadn't said anything about it. just let you hang off him, occasionally glancing down at you with those half-lidded teal eyes like he was trying to figure you out. like you were a puzzle he wasn't sure he wanted to solve or just leave on the table.
at some point he'd pressed his lips to the top of your head. just once. hadn't acknowledged it. you'd pretended not to notice.
then you'd pushed him back onto the bed and dropped to your knees between his thighs and suddenly the mood made a lot more sense.
he'd been good about it, too. stayed mostly composed, one hand loose in your hair, hips barely moving, jaw tight. that's sae. controlled, even when you're working him over, even when his thighs are tensing under your palms and his breathing's gone ragged and uneven. he came with a rough exhale and a low grunt, his grip tightening once in your hair before releasing, head falling back against the pillow.
and then you didn't stop...
"hey." his voice, rough around the edges. "i finished."
you hummed against him. didn't even pause.
"…what are you doing."
not a question, really. more like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. you just wrapped your hand around the base of him, looked up through your lashes and kept going. slow, deliberate, like you had nowhere else to be.
"shit, stop," he breathes, but the hand in your hair doesn't push. just sits there, fingers tensing slowly, like they can't decide. "that's—" he cuts himself off, and you feel it, the way he's already twitching back to half-hard under your tongue. so sensitive it must be almost unbearable. "…sensitive."
yeah. you know.
you take your time. lick up the underside of him like you're tasting something you can't get enough of and you hear the quiet inhale he pulls through his nose. you take him in slow, working him back up inch by inch, your hand following your mouth in long strokes. he's getting there faster than before. his body remembers you, always does. and the soft sounds he's trying to suppress are leaking through anyway, little cracks in the composure.
"you're—" he starts, then stops. you can hear him thinking. "fuck amor—."
you pull back just far enough to acknowledge him with a mhmm and then you take him deeper.
"god." it comes out low. almost reverent.
you want all of him. you want him wrecked, specifically. the same way he wrecks you without even trying. all those cool dismissive looks and rare moments when something warm cracks through and destroys you worse than the arrogance ever could. that strange clingy ache that's been sitting in your chest all day has been building to exactly this. you just didn't know it until now.
his fingers curl into your hair, not pushing, not pulling, just holding. "you feel so good," he says, like it slips out before he can catch it. quieter than his normal voice. more honest. "so perfect—."
your eyes flick up to his face and there it is, that unfamiliar softness he usually keeps locked away behind the cool arrogance. he's watching you. really watching you, teal eyes darker than usual, lip caught between his teeth.
he makes a sound he'd probably deny later. a broken little hitch in his breath, the kind that means he's losing the thread of his composure. his hips stutter up without his permission and he swears under his breath, jaw clenching, like he's furious at himself.
"enough." his voice has lost its edge. barely.
you pull back just to say, "no," and go right back to it.
"hey." firmer now. his grip tightens in your hair, not yanking, but directing, tilting your head back so he can look at you properly. his chest is heaving. "look at me when i'm talking to you."
you look at him. hold his gaze and keep your mouth on him and watch something unravel behind his eyes.
"fuck." he exhales hard. his head tips back for just a second before he forces it back down, forces himself to keep watching you like this is something he needs to see. "your throats taking me so well," he says. not a question. "made for me, aren't ya?"
you hum in confirmation.
his thighs are shaking. actually shaking. and his eyes are wet at the corners now, glassy, the hand in your hair gone tight again like he doesn't know if he wants to push you away or keep you there forever. when you look up at him his expression is completely unfamiliar, stripped of everything, overwhelmed in a way you've never seen on his face before.
"i can't," he starts, voice fractured. "you need to— god, stop, i—"
he comes apart again. less controlled this time. more desperate, his whole body pulling taut, back arching just slightly off the mattress before he catches himself. a low broken sound tears out of him, and his grip in your hair is almost painful, and you take all of it, every last shudder, until he's gasping.
afterwards you finally pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and you don't give him a single second to recover. you push him back flat against the bed, swing your leg over his hips, settle your weight on him.
"what are you—" he starts.
you grab a fistful of his hair. tilt his head back.
he goes still. teal eyes staring up at you, wet at the lashes, chest still heaving. something complicated crossing his face. not submission, that's not in his vocabulary, but something like recognition. like he's recalibrating. his hands come up to your thighs slowly, grip settling there, heavy and warm.
you kiss him. not soft. he makes a muffled sound against your mouth and his hands move to your hips immediately, gripping hard, because sae does not just lie there, he never will, but his grip is unsteady in a way that tells you everything about how he's feeling.
you sink down onto him and watch his eyes flutter. watch his head press back against the pillow. watch the line of his throat work as he swallows.
"look at me," you tell him.
he does. barely. eyes glassy and dark and fixed on you like you're something he can't quite name.
you ride him slow. hands still in his hair, lips dragging along his jaw, his temple, the corner of his mouth. all those places you've wanted to map out all day, that's where the clinginess was going, it was building to this, to having him like this, under you and undone.
"there you go," he murmurs, and his voice is wrecked, barely holding together, but there's something in it. approval. warmth. his hands guide your hips in that slow rolling rhythm, not controlling, just there. "that's it. just like that."
you press your face into his neck and shiver.
"good girl," he says, quieter. like he means it more than he wants to.
he thrusts up to meet you, still fighting for some foothold of control, still sae, but his breath is ragged and his fingers are digging into your skin hard enough to bruise and when you clench around him he actually groans, open and unguarded, the sound punched out of him.
"sae—"
"i know." his hand slides up your spine, presses between your shoulder blades, pulling you closer against his chest. "i've got you."
and somehow that's the thing that undoes you. not the stretch of him or the heat or the slow grind, but those three words said in that ruined voice. you come apart on top of him, shaking, his name breaking in half on your tongue, and he holds you through every second of it, hips working up into you, murmuring something low against your hair that might be good girl again or might just be your name, you can't tell, you can barely hear anything.
he follows you over the edge again with his face pressed into your hair and both arms locked around you, his whole body going rigid before he shudders and stills.
when you finish the third time between you, he doesn't say anything.
you collapse beside him. the sheets are a wreck. the room smells like sweat and sex and you can feel the pulse in your own thighs like a second heartbeat. every muscle feels liquid and loose. your lips feel swollen and your scalp tingles where he had his hands.
sae lies there for a long moment, arm over his face, chest rising and falling slowly. you watch the wet tracks at the corners of his eyes, already drying. he'd hate that you saw that.
then slowly, without looking at you, he reaches over. finds your wrist in the dim light. wrapping his fingers around it, keeping you by his side.
he doesn't say anything. doesn't have to.
that ache in your chest from earlier, the one you couldn't name all day, finally settles quiet.
-Honestly, your bratty/spoiled personality kind of grows on him in the fact that he'll just let it happen like
-Whatever you want, he'll give you, whatever you're mad about, he'll make sure the source is gone.(Unless the source is him ofc)
-He would let you do whatever you want, he himself wouldn't mind however, the other circus members are probably pissed off since they can't do anything about it(Or so you think) Because Pierrot wouldn't let that happen.
" But.. my dear, my face may scare you... I don't want you to run away- "
" Take it off now!! I wanna see what you look like! " To which he hesitantly but quickly decides to take his mask off, only wanting what you want.
" Y-yes my lady! "
-When he saw you didn't run, a part of him was relieved, another was still scared you might not like what you see but at the same time, he knows you wouldn't hide what you like and what you don't like...
-Anyways, he would use the fact that you wouldn't hide what you liked in sex too, he'd go as far as he wanted, but of course, if you wanted to stop he wouldn't go further for even a second if you didn't want to.
-This also meant that if you wanted him to be rough, yes, yes he would. He was a little hesitant at first but something about you and your attitude about this, it made him want to break you further, he didn't know what it was, some sort of primal urge to break you when he got the chance.
-But once again, if you wanted to stop, you wouldn't need to ask twice.
Harlequin
-From the moment he met you, he found your attitude very interesting, and yes, he wanted to break that bratty tendency out of you, the only thing stopping him was Pierrot...
-When alone with him, like for instance in the shop when he got time with you, he leaned forward, whispering in your ear,
" Just because he's around doesn't mean you're always gonna be safe, little kitten~ " And then he grins, and walks away, you were so focused on his words you didn't even notice that he put a green heart pin on your collar.
-Anways, he would try his best to find a moment alone with you, so anyways, lets say he did
-He had somehow got you in his tent, no light coming through the tent flaps, only green slits you guess are eyes staring right at you.
-And if you still wanted to run your mouth? Oh you're in for something.
" What was that? Oh dear me~ I thought you wanted this, did you not?~ " He teases as his tentacles thrust in and out of your soaking hole, the pace and force punishing, not stopping for anything.
-Your moans and whimpers grow louder, but knowing Pierrot could possibly be around he has no choice but to shove another tentacle in your mouth, truely, he does love your noises but, he just doesn't want this lovely moment to be interrupted.
-Also, I feel like if you were still bratting off to him, he would use his tentacles to lightly choke you, not enough to strangle you but enough for you to know whos in control right now.
Jester
-You gotta be real lucky you have Pierrot, however, on the off chance he isn't around, you might wanna start praying
-Hes definitely been watching you for a while now, we all know he does not like humans, you gave him even more reason to break you.
-Now let's say he got the chance alone with you, he would definitely use spanking, I just have a feeling.
-Your hands are tied together, same with your legs, now you're bent over the Jesters legs as he smacks your buttocks firmly as your head falls forward, embarrassed from the degrading discipline he was giving you
" That Pierrot might be lenient but know I am not, " Smack, " You won't disrespect me again, yes? " Smack, " ...Yes? " He won't stop until you're submitting to him, crying and begging him to.
-He would also probably use whips on you too, he wanted to make you crumble under him. God forbid you decide to mouth off again, now knowing what he would do.
Ticket Taker
-He is a little similar to Jester, when he first saw your disrespectfulness, he of course had something to say
-By that I mean grabbing your wrist, his white pupil and his blue pupil staring directly at you, " I do not accept disobedience. If you do not want further repremanding, I advice you listen to me. " He pays close attention to the other member watching the exchange.
-Anways, if he got you alone, he wouldn't just fuck you and give you the pleasure of it, no, he'd make you pleasure him.
-So remember the mouth of yours that annoyed him so much? Yea, have fun having it stuffed full of his cock, he won't have any mercy on you either.
" What is it? Did you need to breathe? Make me finish first, and then i'll think about it. " He would make sure you wouldn't even have the chance to mouth off, even if you weren't sucking him off he would use other things.
-Sometimes I imagine he would most likely use the handkerchief looking tie as a mouth gag. And then he would fuck you, only searching for his pleasure in it, not yours. (That is unless you submit and ask nicely, then maybe you'll have a chance.)
Doctor
-He found it interesting the way you would react, not just to him, but to others. He of course wanted to know why this interesting attitude of yours took place.
-He wanted to search for it, search your insides for it, however he couldn't, due to the sight of your ticket, he had to hesitate.
-However, when he was alone with you, that didn't mean he couldn't search your insides in a different way
-He wanted to see what made you mad, what made you submit. He wanted to see those changes, using you in a different kind of experiment.
" So this is what changes you properly, right sweetie? I never imagined this sight would be so... interesting.. " He stated as he rubbed circles on your clit with his clawed fingers, especially careful not to pentetrate you yet. He loved the reaction he was getting.
-He loved watching you fall apart, begging him to push his fingers into you, to which he chuckled, " So needy, so sweet, such a change... it drives me crazy. "
-Don't worry, he'll give you want you want, but just know, you asked for this so once you ask, theres no going back until he decides hes done experimenting.
Being an omega hadn't bothered Chigiri before he met you. Now every interaction was a threat to his self esteem.
Notes: "Possessive Chigiri in an omegaverse setting" <- brainworm from Cora @/saetiate that wouldn't leave me alone. Honestly, this is more about reassuring Chigiri than it is about the reader's pleasure. This was originally uploaded on my now deleted bllk blog.
Tags: omega!chigiri x beta!reader, fem reader, established relationship, comfort, smut, anal plug, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, biting, marking, michael kaiser as a warning
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Minors DNI
It was exceedingly rare that Chigiri felt insecure about parts of himself that he had no control over. Doing so was a waste of time, what use was there to lamenting his secondary gender when it was just that, secondary. Sure, his build was far from Kunigami's bulk, his glare not nearly as imposing as Rin's, and his sheer presence couldn't measure up to Barou.
But that hadn't stopped him from becoming a force to be reckoned with. There had been plenty of snappy comments about his status as an omega, something he could always roll his eyes and scoff at.
Correction. Something he could've previously brushed off.
He tracked your movements through the crowd, apologetic smile on your lips with every squeeze between bodies. Chigiri felt his expression soften upon catching your gaze, seeing your smile bleed into your eyes as you triumphantly held up two glasses of some virgin cocktail.
Even through his suppressants, gatherings like this always had the hairs at the back of his neck standing on edge. The air was thick with pheromones, every celebrity locked in a forced show of pleasantries as they tried to outdo each other with opulent displays of generosity.
The lights were still dimmed from the charity auction that had ended just ten minutes ago while countless servers worked to bring out food. Unsurprisingly, Isagi had quickly drawn in a crowd non-players while the rest of the team had broken up into little groups with their respective partners. Chigiri was used to standing off to the side, knowing he'd choke if he got between the stink of that many alphas.
He adjusted his cuffs, fingers brushing over the cufflinks you'd gifted him months ago. Gold set with a tiny pink stone in each.
You'd disappeared from view when he looked back up. Odd.
It's impossible to pick up your scent among so many powerful pheromones. What he wouldn't give to be like you, completely unaffected by them. Several people tried to place their hands on his arm as he pushed past, frustration only rising with every polite dismissal. His PR manager would throw a fit if he snapped at anyone here.
Deep breaths.
He caught sight of you just as some brute put a filthy hand on your hip, the audacity making Chigiri's blood boil. Several heads turned towards him as he approached, likely having noticed the souring scent rolling off of him despite the valiant effort of his suppressant.
"You her friend, missy?"
The group chuckled, all four of them baring sharp teeth in the process, while you smiled apologetically, one hand already raised in a placating gesture.
"My boyfriend, actually.." You wriggled a little, the offending hand moving to your shoulder instead. "Chigi, this is Micha-"
"Kaiser," the brute supplied, stretching a hand towards Chigiri that went utterly ignored.
Chigiri reached for your wrist, tugging you out of the blonde's grasp. "Learn some manners and keep your hands to yourself."
Kaiser had a feral glint in his eye, well hidden beneath the surface. But Chigiri recognized it immediately. A man who thought himself entitled to whatever he wanted. Chigiri placed himself in front of you, no longer concerned with propriety after smelling how clearly the man was trying to lull you into a sense of security.
He'd have to reprimand you later for being so proper. You should've bit his hand off, media coverage be damned.
"You're mine- mine.. say it!" Chigiri snarled, heart pounding so loudly in his ears that he couldn't hear the sound leaving your lips as they moved.
His hips snapped forward, burying himself fully in your wet heat with a pitiful whine. The door to your shared home had barely clicked shut before he'd pounced. You were so sweet, so good, the sensation of your nails scratching at his shoulders sending shivers through him. Having barely caught his breath, he pulled back almost entirely, panting as he took in your flushed cheeks.
The beast in him howled when you brought one of his hands to your cheek and nuzzled into it, your eyes so thick with affection (and understanding) it just might drown him. Those pretty eyes fluttered when he slowly pushed back in, your walls fluttering around his aching length.
His hole is already dripping onto the sheets, fluttering obscenely about nothing and making his core clench with need.
Chigiri knew there was nothing dignified about how he looked right now, briefly considered if he was on the cusp of an early heat, drooling onto your chest and tearing the soaked fabric of your dress to bite and suck at tender flesh. He'd have to apologize tomorrow, both to you and the poor designer.
You tasted divine, so mellow and subtle that Chigiri was certain no one but him knew. Exactly the way it should be. His canines ached nearly as bad as the glands on either side of his neck.
He needed to mark.
To claim.
To show everyone that there was no doubt who you were with. No doubt you were happy and satisfied.
Right?
Cotton tears beneath his nails, drowns out your almost pained gasp.
Another whine emerged from his throat, the sound grating on Chigiri's ears. He wasn't weak. He wasn't-… You chose him, not out of pity or for lack of a better mate. It's not like there weren't plenty of alphas licking their lips at the sight of you.
There's nothing lesser about him.
Right?
Your hand squeezing his bicep made him blink, fog clearing from his mind and the brutal pace he'd unconsciously set slowing down. "Chigi…" You thread your fingers through his hair, scratch at his scalp in exactly the way that has his pulse slow. He follows your guiding touch, stilling completely inside you as he buries his face in your neck.
Morning dew and sundried laundry. Your weak scent cradles him in its embrace, the little attempt at a purr from your chest making you both chuckle. "..trying my best here," you protest, breath hot against his ear.
Chigiri hums, both doubt and fire in his veins momentarily under control. "Thank you.." When you'd first started seeing each other, you'd been ignorant to most nuances between secondary genders and their respective needs. Now, you happily tried to purr and nuzzle, your scent even spiking a little to soothe his frazzled nerves.
He gives a shallow thrust in protest as one of your hands pull away, the sound of you fumbling with the dresser making his cock throb. He's grateful you can't see his eager expression, busying himself with sucking marks into your neck (you'll no doubt complain tomorrow, but it'll be worth it).
The cool silicone makes Chigiri jerk as it makes contact with his flushed skin, blunt tip dragging along his puckered rim. It's swiftly joined by one of your fingers circling his entrance, gathering up the sticky liquid with quiet reverence.
"So wet… does the thought of sharing me excite you that much?" He knows it's a taunt. Growls regardless and flushes scarlet when you laugh. "I know, I know… Sorry, can't help it." You kiss his cheek, and before his mind can form a reply, your finger has already slipped inside him, the intrusion making his hips drive forward and bully his length deeper into your cunt.
A ragged breath of 'more' is whispered against your skin, wet with a delicious mixture of sweat and drool that Chigiri laps up. The stretch burns and makes his thighs tremble, and he can't resist pushing back against the plug, nearly howling when it snaps into place. It makes his vision go white almost immediately as you wriggle the base a little, sharp canines digging into your shoulder.
His orgasm crashes over him, your walls fluttering in a way that almost feels delightfully greedy as Chigiri empties himself in you. Much to his dismay, his body goes limp atop yours just moments later, his weight making you gasp and laugh.
There's a safety to it, limbs tangled with yours and foreheads pressed together. Sleepiness finds him swiftly, as it always does when he's been plugged, and he barely catches your whispered confession of love before the world goes dark.
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HI!! i really love how you write bachira sub, i need more pls i never find fanfiction with him submissive 🥹
tysm for the submission !! 🥹here u go twin (ts late as FUCK)
“ When you hear him moan for this first time and can’t help but feel the need to draw out more from him .”
⊹ ࣪ ˖
You two were playfighting, messing around on his bed while laughs came from the two of you. You’d always love hangouts like these when you could come over and hear his familiar laugh.
“Khee!” He hovered above you pinning you effectively against the mattress. With a challenging glint in your eyes you flipped him bellow you when he was off guard, flipping the positions. “Haha!—See? I’m superior—“ you were bragging jokingly but your words had faded when you caught the ever so silent whimper that left his lips. You’re silent for a moment before you’re laughing starts again
Although, this time instead of just the playful laughing you had earlier, there’s a mix of something..else in your tone.
He looks up at you for a second, breath hitching before returning or at least trying to return his earlier composure. “haa—haha-“ He tried to force a laugh, it coming out nervous. “Ah-ah-ah.” You shake your head while laughing, you press your finger against his lips, gently shh’ing him. “Don’t play it off! I wanna hear it again. Do it.”
Him still not taking your words seriously, he just makes a dismissive hand gesture. He and you both know he’s just embarrassed to moan like that so suddenly. “Hm.” With a hum, you press yourself more noticeably onto him. “Do you like getting pinned underneath me?” You raise an eyebrow, asking in a teasing tone.
Your never seen this side to him before, normally he’s all cheeky and smile-y, you really do love that side to him, but something about him more quiet..blushing with an embarrassed face, you don’t just love it-no, you’re obsessed with it.
“Well?” You finally interrupt the silence from the now meek boy. “..yes.” He admits, averting his gaze from you whilst not wanting to see your reaction to his words. Your soft hands make way to his chin, pulling his head back facing towards you.
“Hmm..I think I can get you louder.”
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆
Salty tears stream down him face, you’ve been riding him for a good hour now. He’s turned into a babbling mess and that’s just what you were looking for.
“Wha—Wait!-*sniff*-“ You cock your head prettily, waiting for the words to come out of his mouth while still continuing your relentless pace. They never come, replaced with whiny plea’s. “What was that?” You tease cruelly, knowing he probably can’t even comprehend your words in the moment.
Your hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, not quite enough to hurt, but enough to catch his attention.
His head perks back up at you from the pillow his head is resting on. “Ah?” He moans out a reply with a hoarse voice.
For what feels about the 3rd time, you ask “Are you going to cum soon?” You can just tell with his whiny he’s being.
He nods desperately. You pick up your pace, your hips bucking into his harshly. "say it out loud." You command giving him a mean look that makes him instantly fold. "Yesssgoshohyes! I'm gonna cum for you again--" Your mean scowl shifts into a smirk at his easy submission. "Good boy. See? was that so hard?" he cums.
You have a feeling that that's not gonna be the last time he does for tonight.
HI!! i really love how you write bachira sub, i need more pls i never find fanfiction with him submissive 🥹
tysm for the submission !! 🥹here u go twin (ts late as FUCK)
“ When you hear him moan for this first time and can’t help but feel the need to draw out more from him .”
⊹ ࣪ ˖
You two were playfighting, messing around on his bed while laughs came from the two of you. You’d always love hangouts like these when you could come over and hear his familiar laugh.
“Khee!” He hovered above you pinning you effectively against the mattress. With a challenging glint in your eyes you flipped him bellow you when he was off guard, flipping the positions. “Haha!—See? I’m superior—“ you were bragging jokingly but your words had faded when you caught the ever so silent whimper that left his lips. You’re silent for a moment before you’re laughing starts again
Although, this time instead of just the playful laughing you had earlier, there’s a mix of something..else in your tone.
He looks up at you for a second, breath hitching before returning or at least trying to return his earlier composure. “haa—haha-“ He tried to force a laugh, it coming out nervous. “Ah-ah-ah.” You shake your head while laughing, you press your finger against his lips, gently shh’ing him. “Don’t play it off! I wanna hear it again. Do it.”
Him still not taking your words seriously, he just makes a dismissive hand gesture. He and you both know he’s just embarrassed to moan like that so suddenly. “Hm.” With a hum, you press yourself more noticeably onto him. “Do you like getting pinned underneath me?” You raise an eyebrow, asking in a teasing tone.
Your never seen this side to him before, normally he’s all cheeky and smile-y, you really do love that side to him, but something about him more quiet..blushing with an embarrassed face, you don’t just love it-no, you’re obsessed with it.
“Well?” You finally interrupt the silence from the now meek boy. “..yes.” He admits, averting his gaze from you whilst not wanting to see your reaction to his words. Your soft hands make way to his chin, pulling his head back facing towards you.
“Hmm..I think I can get you louder.”
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆
Salty tears stream down him face, you’ve been riding him for a good hour now. He’s turned into a babbling mess and that’s just what you were looking for.
“Wha—Wait!-*sniff*-“ You cock your head prettily, waiting for the words to come out of his mouth while still continuing your relentless pace. They never come, replaced with whiny plea’s. “What was that?” You tease cruelly, knowing he probably can’t even comprehend your words in the moment.
Your hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, not quite enough to hurt, but enough to catch his attention.
His head perks back up at you from the pillow his head is resting on. “Ah?” He moans out a reply with a hoarse voice.
For what feels about the 3rd time, you ask “Are you going to cum soon?” You can just tell with his whiny he’s being.
He nods desperately. You pick up your pace, your hips bucking into his harshly. "say it out loud." You command giving him a mean look that makes him instantly fold. "Yesssgoshohyes! I'm gonna cum for you again--" Your mean scowl shifts into a smirk at his easy submission. "Good boy. See? was that so hard?" he cums.
You have a feeling that that's not gonna be the last time he does for tonight.
