Seowth

Jade certainly didn't expect to be thrown around on a random Tuesday. He's not complaining, though.

Jade Leech has a peculiarly sadistic nature. One that he had incorporated into your bedtime activities. He had taken a liking to withholding your orgasm from you, teasing you until you beg, and tying you up just because. The merman relished the power you gave him.

However, he came across a post about letting their partner dominate them. While Jade absolutely loved indulging you—after all, your pleasure is his—he can't deny that it piqued his curiosity.

The following week, he has been terrorizing you. Making your potions explode, hiding every single one of your underwear—he even went as far as to humiliate you during work hours in the Mostro Lounge!

Now, what was his goal with all of this? Frankly, he just wanted you to release your anger on him. Though you had the patience of a saint, which is why he had to take extreme measures.

And that's how he ended up being carried over your shoulders, taking him back to his dorm room to teach him some manners. A few minutes before this, you were simply helping Azul with inventory when Jade had this bright idea to not only splash water on you and the documents you held but also to burn some of the vegetables you had bought for tonight's special.

He thought he was real funny for pulling this ridiculous prank of his. Unfortunately for him, your patience has finally thinned out. His body was thrown onto his bed quite harshly, your hand making quick work to lock the door behind you.

“Oh my, how rude of you to throw me so carelessly.” Now he had the gall to act like a damsel in distress? He seriously knew no restraint when it came to pissing you off.

You honestly had no idea how you would teach the man a lesson, but your hands certainly got ahead of themselves when they started to rip his clothes off in a matter of seconds! The look in Jade's eyes was enough to tell you that he wasn't against what you had planned for him.

The two of you have tried different kinks and fetishes, so much so that Jade had an abundance of toys for both of you to indulge in. This time, you planned on using some of your favorites on him.

The cuffs on his nightstand were quickly snatched and placed on both his wrists, restricting his movements or attempts to touch you. “Do you think a pair of handcuffs is enough to restrain me?” Does he not know when to shut up?

Despite his words, he did not attempt to break free from them, letting your hands roam freely against his exposed body. Your mind began to wander to all the things you wanted to do to him—strap him to a vibrator and leave him, or maybe you should put a cock ring on him? There were so many options…

“Jade, would you hate me if I did something mean?”

Your words were said with a pout, feigning disheartenment at the thought of torturing your beloved partner. You already found the bullet vibrator and cock ring in his drawer. A teasing smile spread across your face as you moved towards him, hands already placing the cock ring on him.

A low hiss slipped past his lips, the cold metal around his cock sending a pleasant chill down his spine. “I would never hate you. I welcome anything you give me, dear.”

Jade was truly the sweetest. But sometimes he's too much of an asshole for you to even appreciate his kind nature.

Without hesitation, you slowly pushed the vibrator into him, the small stretch making him hum in satisfaction. Despite wanting to be cruel to him, your eyes scanned for any discomfort on his face. As much as you wanted to be sadistic, you couldn't bring yourself to be completely mean and disregard his comfort.

Seeing that he's completely fine, you turned the vibrator on a low setting, a soft buzz ringing into his room. “I thought you wanted to be mean?” His voice was mocking, the smirk on his face only widening when he saw how his words had affected him.

And you were easy to tick off. The moment you heard him, you instinctively set the vibrator to a higher setting. The abrupt change made Jade choke out a groan. You weren't as cruel as him, but something about letting you control his body was oddly arousing to him. The merman was used to having you be so obedient to him that this change of attitude was more than just a turn on to him.

It seemed that Jade was thoroughly enjoying himself. A quiet groan and pleased expression on his face was telltale signs that he was more than delighted in his current situation. Still, you felt that something was lacking. It was as if you were being too nice.

Jade picked up on your hesitance, eyebrows raised in slight concern and amusement. “Please don't hesitate. I won't break so easily.” He breathed out, the vibrator suddenly shifting to a more pleasurable spot. “Mm! I am yours to use as you please.”

His words struck something in you. His insistence was almost hypnotizing when your hands reached out to wrap around his neck. Jade did not expect such a bold move from you—his voice went up an octave when you squeezed his neck lightly.

Jade never thought that being choked would bring immense pleasure to him. He has always thought that he would be the one to choke you.

The feeling of his airflow being restricted caused his body to convulse violently. His cock was straining against the ring, trying to come despite the restriction. It was painful—nothing came out, and yet, it felt like he was coming endlessly.

You, on the other hand, panicked when Jade quietly trembled. Even he can become noisy when he orgasms, so it came as a shock to you that he was silent. “Jade! Oh my sevens, are you okay?!” Your hands quickly retracted from his neck as your panic began to settle in. Anger quickly dissipated as Jade didn't respond immediately.

“You… Hng! I'm fine, dear…” He certainly didn't sound fine. You quickly realized that the toy was still vibrating inside of him. Hands hurriedly turned it off to allow him to breathe.

You patiently waited for Jade to gather his bearings. The merman had a ridiculous amount of stamina, and yet, he's more breathless now than he was when you two went at it for hours.

“Did I go too far?”

Sensing the worry in your voice, Jade simply gave you a smile before speaking. “Not at all. I fear I have learnt something new about myself. Would you like to try that once again without panicking this time?”

You knew he was into some dangerous things, but it was unexpected that he liked being on the receiving end of it.

You loved Idia. You truly do. But sometimes, he has some ridiculous ideas.

How he managed to convince you to wear a uniform and pretend to teach him? You have no clue. Indulging him in his whims was one thing, but to ask you to roleplay a student-teacher scenario was simply too much.

“Oh no, I got it wrong again.” His words were dramatic as he waited for you to scold him. A part of this was already pissing you off because of how out of character this was of him.

You had to take a deep breath before sitting on top of the desk across from him, your body bending slightly to catch his gaze. “Idia, I love you oh so dearly. “ Wait, this wasn't part of the script! You were supposed to scold him! Why are you going out of character?!

“Wait, that's not—”

“Please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up. You're irritating me.”

Oh. That was… unexpected. A small yelp escaped his lips as he leaned back. You were scary, looking at him with murderous intent in your eyes. That only worsened the situation inside his pants, precum dripping from his already hard cock. Fuck, you were so hot like this. Maybe he should've pissed you off first before engaging in this stupid roleplay of his. Either way, he knew he was going to get his shit rocked tonight.

In a blink of an eye, you were already in front of him. His eyes looked at you in a panic, unsure of what you had in mind. The countless thoughts of how you'll fuck him up had him in a daze.

He has to regain some sort of control, right? “H-hey… I don't th-think this is part of what we agreed on…” Surely, you wouldn't just do something else, right? Right?!

“Oh, I'll teach you, alright.”

He did not like the sound of that.

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“Shit! Se-seven!”

Idia somehow managed to get himself in a rather embarrassing position. His hands lay flat against the wall as he presented his ass to you. Your ruler hit against it once more, making him tremble in pain and leak precum all over the floor.

You loved him so much. In fact, you knew that this alone wouldn't be enough for the man. From the way he was moaning, you were sure he'd ask for more.

And more did he want. His body slowly slumped against the wall until his body hit the cold floor. His eyes filled with want as he gazed upon you. Idia was sick in the head. And so were you.

“Come on, darling, surely you can take more.” Your words were mocking as your hands lifted the pencil skirt that hugged your thighs way too nicely. His eyes never once left your figure, following every little movement until you crouched down to his level. “Wanna fuck this pussy?”

His head nodded vigorously at your question, wanting nothing more than to feel your tight cunt around his cock. Hands already reaching to hold your waist, trying to pull you down onto his dick. A displeased hum tumbled from your lips as you slapped his hands away. You didn't say he could touch you; how dare he act so impatiently?

Your hands grabbed both of his to pin it against the wall, your pussy barely touching his cock. If only he didn't act like such a slut, you would've given him what he wanted.

The tip barely grazing your entrance made him whine in annoyance. He tried to lift his hips, only for you to pull away. It was getting frustrating to play this game; he needed you now.

“Please… Let me fuck that pussy. I've been a great student!”

He was still in the right mind to act? Now, that won't do. You gave him a mocking smile, the words from your lips sending shivers down his spine, “Not by my standards.” Your hips slammed down, impaling his cock into your aching cunt. Idia had been on the bigger side; taking him unprepared was quite the challenge.

The feeling of your warmth wrapping around him forced a shrill whine out of him. If he were a weak man, he would've come right then and there. Idia knew to restrain himself if he wanted to be on your good side tonight.

Your hips slowly rolled against his, trying to adjust to the invasion inside you. Although it didn't take long for his pleas to annoy you, he was begging you to start moving and stop teasing him. Was he really that impatient?!

To shut him up, you pulled it out until only the tip was in before slamming back down roughly. This made the man writhe underneath you, screaming and cursing at how good you feel.

Idia was indeed a weak man. He could already feel his release approaching. “Ple—! Wanna come! Make m—aah!-come fo-for you!” His words began to slur, broken pleas and promises spewing out of his mouth to appease you.

You adored Idia when he's like this. Shutting that sarcastic mouth of his and chanting your name instead. Oh, how it fills you with pride to reduce him to such a state.

“Wanna come, my baby? Wanna fill this pussy to the brim?”

“Yes! Fuc—! Yes, ma'am!”

Oh, how cute he was. A devilish grin spread across your face as your hips immediately stopped. A choked whimper made it past his lips along with a string of complaints.

“Bwa—?! What… Don't stop! Please, need to come so bad… I'll be so good!”

Wasn't he just the cutest?

“Mm, I'm sure you will. After all, you're my star pupil. Come and make your teacher proud.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Idia was in fact correct. This was indeed hot and sexy.

Vil Schoenheit

It's an art to him

Every stream doesn't even feel lewd with how much effort he puts into them

Vil took this side hustle of his very seriously. He would plan elaborate set-ups for his audience because they deserve the best. Every stream would have a beautiful background with him in lingerie. It's tradition at this point. He strides in, teases the viewers, and gives them yet another mouth-watering show. Vil loves it. The attention they gave him was all he wanted. He could care less about the cash they throw at him—he would rather have the praises they have for him. Overall, his content isn't the kinkiest. A few toys here and there, but never anything outrageous. Despite this, his fans loved fawning over him. Simply being able to watch him strip would have them on the edge of their seats. They lived for the beauty behind the camera. ─────────────୨ৎ──────────── Normally, Vil isn't one to offer a private show. However, a certain viewer has caught his attention over the past few weeks.- This one in particular was... clueless. They didn't know what to do—often fumbling in the chat whenever they wanted to donate. This display of naivety pulled on his heartstrings. Vil would coddle them during his streams, and at some point, he just had to reach out to them. "You're so beautiful, Vil... Truly the only beauty in my eyes." Your words yet again made Vil throw his head back in ecstasy. Over the course of watching his weekly streams, you were quick to learn about Vil's love for praise. Although he vocally denies it, his body responds rather positively. His hips slowly ground on the plastic cock below him, relishing your words as pleasure coursed through his body. "Keep talking... Don't stop, please..." You don't plan to. This private show isn't easy to come by, anyway.

Rook Hunt

Like Vil, he treats it as another form of art

Though sometimes it turns into something else given how thirsty his fans get

There's just something so exciting about clothed sex, no? Rook appreciated the beauty that comes with nudity, but what about the beauty where one leaves everything to the imagination? It is most certainly one of the few things people overlook~ He also likes to do the most unconventional things! Rook would randomly start a stream in the middle of nowhere—sometimes it would even be in a crowded space. It gets his fans hooked and would keep on requesting the most outrageous things. ─────────────୨ৎ──────────── Rook loved the thrill of new things. He lived for the excitement that trouble brings. Initially, he wasn't one for wild fetishes or anything; however, this interest of his came to light when a certain one humiliated him in front of a crowd. Ever since that experience, he couldn't stop chasing that same addicting feeling. And because of that, his channel skyrocketed for the insane things he has done. Now, he was fulfilling a request for one of his loyal followers. [mirr0rsbeauty] donated 10,000 madols! Since you're practically naked, why not just come for us? Naked he was indeed… Rook dressed in nothing but a large trenchcoat with a vibrator inside him and a sounding rod in his cock. Ah, that user spoke to him again. Sevens, whoever that was, doesn't even need to donate anything for him to do whatever they asked. His eyes looked around at the fairly empty park, his hands reaching to stroke his aching length underneath the trenchcoat. Rook could hear the distant sounds of laughter, and his cock throbbed at the idea of being caught. What would they say if they saw him like this? Would they berate hi— [mirr0rsbeauty] donated 5,000 madols! Stop acting shy. Show everyone that filthy dick of yours. And in an instant, his legs were spread wide for the camera, cum pooling at the tip already. Just a few more insulting words and he'll come immediately♡

Epel Felmier

Accidentally got famous for his pretty looks

Would always try to be intimidating, but it just never works

He started out as one of those "Daddy will take care of you, kitten” types. God, he was unbearable during those days. Epel took one look at the dire numbers and decided to drop this whole act. He researched and noticed that people were into moaning—whimpering and whining so loudly that it'll make your ears bleed. And so, he redirected his contents towards that. While he did have a pretty voice, his viewers skyrocketed when they saw how beautiful he was. Some would mistake him for a girl until he whips out his dick. While he did want to be seen as more masculine, Epel won't miss the chance to take advantage of the viewers' love for his feminine features. ─────────────୨ৎ──────────── Oh boy, was he reluctant to even do this request. Unfortunately, 6,000 madols is 6,000 madols. Epel shyly walks in front of the camera, his hands covering the tip that was peeking out of his panties. There has been an influx of requests for him to wear lingerie. The viewers weren't even picky—all they wanted was to see him in one. He could've worn just a bra and panties; however, where's the fun in that? Now, he stood in front of the camera in a lace lavender lingerie adorned with pearls and even a garter! He didn't skip the makeup either, despite knowing it'll get ruined in a matter of minutes. [kyu☆] donated 3,000 madols! Spin for us, darling♡ Show off this new outfit of yours. Epel immediately followed through, turning to show off what the behind looked like. He even bent down a little to get more of the thirsty viewers to come out! “Hmph, y'all betta tip me good if ya wan’ me to ruin myself for all ya!”

Idia Shroud

Whore

Yeah, I said it; he's a whore, especially on the internet where his identity is hidden

He gets to jerk off whenever he wanted to and get paid while staying anonymous? Count him in. At first, he hated the idea of even presenting himself for the whole world to see. Idia has created an online persona for a reason! He won't let himself be seen by others! Although the thought of getting fucked by a machine while in cosplay was tempting… His schedule is so random. He'll go live whenever he feels like it. Which was almost every day because somehow he has THAT high of a libido. He'd be live for hours just stroking his cock until he's spewing nothing and he's thoroughly fucked stupid. His audience LOVES it. Idia was as horny as they were, and they absolutely enjoyed every second of his stream. I mean, who doesn't love a man when he's fucked out stupid ─────────────୨ৎ──────────── It was one of those days where Idia just can't shake off this nagging feeling. At first, he thought a quick run would ease it away. However, it only made him worse. By the time he got his stream running, he was already a mess. His shirt held in place with his lips as he humped his pillow for the third time. The chat immediately flooded with questions and observations—why was he suddenly streaming? And why was there a wet patch on the bed already?! A loud whine came from him, followed by rummaging through his drawers. Idia was frantically looking for something, and when he found it, he immediately threw the pillow somewhere in the room. “Can't an-anymore! Need to come soooo bad..!” whiiirr! Without hesitation, Idia pushed the vibrating dildo inside him. His hips raised in the air as he buried his face into his messy bed. Muffled whines filled his room while his hand pushed the dildo deeper, aiming it to touch his prostate. [zzzzz] donated 1,000 madols! Come all you want. Make sure you show us everything, okay? Sevens, he'll show more as long as he gets the release he's after!

well who were you to say no.

the next thing you knew, you were bought to a hotel and had your pants pulled down.

“mister, you’re so big down here…”

“you’re soooo thick too! i bet you could really stretch our holes out, right yuki?”

“mhm… you’re right hina.. it looks like it could satisfy us…”

as if to check whether you were suitable, you presume the quieter one — yuki, stuck his tongue out to give you a long lick on the underside, swirling his tongue at the tip and taking your length into his throat.

“mmghh… ♡ y-you tash-te s-shooo ghood ♡”

yuki’s mouth with stuffed full of your cock, he could deeply feel your … chocolate pheromones? but as you guided yuki’a mouth back and forth on your cock, the taste of your pheromones became clearer

‘this isn’t chocolate or vanilla… it’s closer to bailey— milk chocolate with a hint of whiskey mixed in’

from the side, hina pulled yuki away from sucking you off, “that’s not fair, yuki! i also want to taste mister..!”

hina pouted at yuki who was still panting, “this is bad hina… i think i’ll get addicted..♡”

“oh! that’s some high praise from yuki! you know mister, yuki rarely praises alpha’s cock..! your cock must really be good..”

yuki turned away from you to face hina and opened his mouth, “..hina, do you want to try..?”

“mmhn! ♡”

hina wrapped his arms around yuki’s neck to devour the contents inside his mouth, trying to reach the deeper corners inside of his mouth to taste any remnant of you.

you watched them both entangle their tongues and ending their kiss with yuki’s dripping his saliva into hina’s mouth.

“If you want my cock so badly, why don’t you just suck it from the source, hina?”

“hmmm..?” hina turned to your rock hard dick and rubbed it against his nose, “whattt… you liked watching it anyways ♡”

…you didn’t comment further and put your twitching dick into hina’s opened mouth.

although, in truth hina wanted to tease you a bit more but once you bottomed out on his throat a few times, his mind went blank

“o-oughhh♡ yukiiiii y-your w-wiight.. ♡ d-dis cock ish d-dangeroussss ♡”

yuki hugged hina from the back, his hands sneaking up to his chest to pinch his nipples, causing him to moan while your cock was hitting the back of his throat.

“hey mister… i think hina would like it if you cum deep inside his throat..” while stretching hina’s nipple out, yuki cornered hina from the back to make sure he bob faster against your cock.

“p-pwease, cum in-shide hina’s sluttyy t-throat puh-ssyyy ♡ ♡”

fuck, after hina barely slurred his words out against your cock. yuki pushed his head against you crotch, forcing your cock still all the way inside hina’s mouth.

you finally spurt your cum inside hina’s mouth, feeling him gag and his throat tighten around your cock.

you barely had a second to appreciate the thick white substance you release, before yuki tackled hina into another kiss. you watched as they mixed and tangled their tongue together trying to mix what they each had into the same flavour. “mmph… hina..!” in-between kisses yuki tried getting his words out but only to have them to be drowned out by yuki’s lips, “c-can i go first?”

hina laughs at yuki, “what should we do, mister?” hina plunges his finger inside yuki, wriggling around the tight space. “yuki is way too excited, he’s usually not like this.”

“yuki, was mister alpha cock really that good. hm?” hina doesn’t stop his fingers lazily sliding in out and his hole. the wriggling omega caged between hina’s arm continues moan while having his hole explored in front of your burning eyes. as if his omega hole could feel your intense stare focusing on hina’s slender fingers entering and exiting his intimate places, he could feel his body release more secretions that continue to stain and cling to hina’s fingers.

once hina’s played enough with yuki’s omega hole he pulled his fingers out, and hooked the back of yuki’s knees. “hey…! mister isn’t going pound on your pussy if you’re not going to act ask cutely!”

yuki whimpered as his hole was exposed to the cold air, “mhm… I got it..” he reached down to stretch his hole further, you could see the pink throbbing walls glistening with a sheer layer of wetness with a faint smell of honey clinging to his skin. “please i need your big manly alpha cock to fill me up and fuck me deep inside a-and pound my inferior omega pussy and then i want to you cum a lot inside—ooughhhg ♡“

pressing down onto his thigh, you entered all at once. “hnnnng— your alpha cock is soooo good..! it’s hitting everything right a-and fuck..! i-i think im falling in loveeeee.. ♡”

hina kisses yuki’s temple and giggles against his white hair, “yuki, you’re acting like a virgin.”

“hina, you don’t get it..! mister’s cock feels so good” yuki pants and tries to fight back but inevitably heaves heavily and throws his head back.

hina turns his attention towards you, “doesn’t yuki feel so good? i swear he really likes you, i’ve never seen him so tight for any other alpha before.”

you nodded, “he’s really tight. he’s squeezing my tip.”

“hehe, yuki really likes it if you can fuck him really deep and hard. no need to hold back, right yuki? don’t you like it rough?”

“mhmmm..♡ i like it..! i love mister huge alpha cock..!”

hina fiddled around with yuki’s chest, while his arms are still hooked onto his knees. “hehe yuki lose it completely from mister just putting it in, how cute~ ♡”

once you started pounding in and out of him, yuki’s lewd moans starting coming out non stop. no matter how much he tried to struggle and resist the pleasure from your plowing, hina made sure his legs were open wide for easy access.

the room was filled with the mixed smell of fresh strawberries and bailey with a hint of rose if you smelled closely enough.

“how is it, mister? is yuki’s hole still tight?” hina was slightly rocking alongside with yuki as you continue to fuck him senseless. he didn’t seem to interested in asking whether yuki was feeling good but you looked at yuki moaning incoherently with his head thrown back on hina’s shoulders.

“mhm. it’s a good hole, it’s not letting me go.” you swore the moment he said that, the insides clenched around you cock even more. “hehe did you heard that? he said your hole feels good, yuki.”

yuki blabbers some words that sounds like a reply but you couldn’t put it together. hina doesn’t seem interested in deciphering his partner’s blabbering, “yuki is always so aloof but once you get good alpha cock in that hole sliding in and out, you always act like an omega in beat”

yuki whines in protest and sticks his tongue out while being rocked harshly by your thrust. “oh! do you want a tongue kiss? yuki loves having his tongue sucked will being fucked so thoroughly, right?’

hina sucks on yuki’s tongue, letting it go and out of his mouth and entangling them before. yuki could only stick his tongue out unable to move any further while his hole was at mercy of you hips.

“aaah..! ah♡ sooo good..♡ mhmm ‘close— mister—ahh ough i-“

hina pulls away while yuki was still sticking his tongue out. “mister! yuki loves it when you kiss him while he comes~”

this time, you leaned down to envelop his lips with yours. while pressing your tongue against his smaller tongue, yuki’s moans continues inside your mouth. but you paid no mind and continued to explore his tiny mouth, trying to see whether your tongue would reach the back of his mouth and forcing yuki’s tongue to be squished against his own feeling and pressed against your tongue with no way to escape.

“hah… yuki, where do you want it?”

you barely managed to ask between your pants, your lips separated from his but lingered close.

“nghh♡..inside! i want y-your thickk cum to— ah! c-cumm inside my— ough♡ tightt omega pussy—“

before yuki could finish you crashed your lips against his and finished the way he wanted and came deep inside him. filling him up to the brim with the base of your cock pressed harshly against his entrance.

“it’s s-soo much—mhmm♡ s-soo good! your b-bigg thickk cock is the best ♡”

you pulled out while his hole was still twitching as if it was reluctant to let go of you. but soon after you pulled out, you were pushed down roughly and someone climbed on top of you.

“mister, don’t forget about hina.! let me have a taste too, your cock must be amazing to get yuki to get so cockdrunk♡”

When the topic of romance was mentioned and Bachira of all people announced to his team that he Infact had a very loving boyfriend they nearly didn’t believe him . . After all the convincing and they at last bought it , the last thing they expected was to be met with the sight of you . 

The team had just finished a game , everyone was pumped at the win yet still so exhausted from the grueling effort that came with soccer . Bachira , though tired like everyone else still seemed unfazed , especially when he had slipped away . He bounced off the court and right into your arms . 

   “ Y/N ! “ The voice you loved so much cut through the air the very moment he had laid eyes on you . “ did you see that ? I dedicated that one to you !” You nodded , he was met with silence , nothing verbal atleast . The silence gave him more room to talk , ramble on excitedly as your eyes never left him once . “ Meguru .” He froze , turning with a grin and body language that screamed alert at your every word . You urged him closer , which he gladly obliged . The familar feeling of fancy laced fabric tickling his cheek held his practically vibrating figure in place , one elegant hand rested on his cheek as you pressed soft , inky colored lips to his . For once he stilled , looking at you in awe as you pulled back and stood with poise once again . “ for doing so well today .” Obviously your love wasn’t a reward , he had that regardless . However it still felt right to gift him a little something for his victory . He grinned back at you , unaware of the black now staining his own lips too . One of these days you’d have to find one that wouldn’t rub off . . Or not ! The sight of him with a residue of somber color from none other than you was quite pleasant . Bachira was more than giddy . “ yeah ? ! Can I have another ?” He grinned and turned his face , pointing to his cheek while giggling like a lovestruck schoolgirl —  was there really a difference anyway ? It didn’t take any convincing , more than happy to kiss him again , or a thousand more times if he wished . 

Bachira returned to his teammates looking quite obvious . A whipped look in his eyes and face littered with black lipstick stains . People — his teammates included — usually looked at him weird from time to time anyway , how was he supposed to know that the shock on their faces was related to something he couldn’t see rather than his normal shenanigans ! It was only brought to his attention when someone laughed and pointed to their own face in reference to his situation . 

    “You go see that boyfriend you’re always telling us about ?” He nodded before registering the question of how he knew , eventually it came to mind . 

     “ Yeah ! . . Wait . . Huh ?” More laughter erupted , small snickers mainly . “ oh man , you have no idea do you ?” 

   “ idea about what ?” 

Even when they showed him he made no effort to even try and wipe it off . If anything he paraded prouder and even showed off to others . 

No one thought twice about the color of the stain apparently , as everyone was still quite shocked seeing you for the first time . 

Isagi had heard all about you , most people have if they’d ever met Bachira . One thing would always lead to another and somehow he’d give someone an earful about his gorgeous , mysterious partner . Yet despite hearing so much it was like he practically knew you already , you two had never met . In Bachira’s mind that needed to change . He , Isagi and a few other buddies from their team Z days had gotten together , a nice reunion after so long . 

He was very insistent to them that you came , no one had an issue with it anyway . 

Everyone had met up at a restaurant in the city , got a nice big booth that accompanied everyone and still left an empty seat in the corner next to Meguru . He had been asked if you wanted to sit somewhere else that wasn’t cramped in the corner , he assured them that that’s exactly the seat you wanted . 

No one assumed you were . . Well you when the door was opened and in stepped a boy who looked like he came directly from the night . Not when Bachira acted like the sun itself . No one had noticed when you silently made way to the table and lingered silently for a moment , hovering beside the side where Bachira sat and your seat next to him remained empty and unclaimed . No one noticed you , not when the ever tenebrous you blended into the background .

Well . No one except Bachira of course . He was practically trained to do exactly that , scout you out even in the darkest corners . He was good at it , scarily good at it . . It delighted you . “ Ah ! Scoot , he’s here !” His instructions were quick , he was already just about shoving his friends out of their seats so you could make way next to him before anyone even realized what he was doing this for . They only saw you once you began sliding by and into the seat left open , someone even jumped without meaning too . Seeing you two sat together was almost comical .

You sat completely still , fitted mostly in black save for a few accents or jewelry . Bachira on the other hand swayed next to you , all energy , zero chill . That was certainly an interesting dinner . 

In terms of differences it didn’t just stop at personality . No . Your wardobes looked as if night and day personified . 

His outfits , bright and fun , usually didn’t require much help . It was simple to throw a shirt and jacket on with accessories like bracelets and what not . However there was a whole process with some of your more intricate designed clothes . Years of repeating the process , you could do it fine on your own . . A pair of extra hands never hurt however . . Extravagant buckles , zippers , laces , bows and more . Sometimes you’d lose count , Bachira usually couldn’t even begin to keep track . He just did whatever came into his vision or whatever you asked of him . Even if he didn’t understand it , he enjoyed it ! Those moments , getting to tie the finishing ribbon to finish your look , give you that spruce and make you look all put together , it gave him a sense of satisfaction . He’s learned so many different ways to tie bows now , sometimes he’ll sit and untie small things just to re-tie them again and again . Another thing he loves is the proximity of something like that . Practically crawling on you was the best , fixing ruffles in the front while behind you giving the perfect excuse to have his arms hooked around , sitting on you with his legs crossed as you sat all proper as you normally did with a hand securing him comfortably . He loved it , all of it .

One day there was the brilliant idea ( Bachira’s of course ) to attempt and switch styles . You’d doll him up all dark and fancy while he got to see what you’d look like in colorful apparel .

It was almost unsettling , eyes of the dead dressed so upbeat and living . He ate it up while you looked semi unsure , but went along with it nonetheless . Meanwhile he looked like a goth who didn’t quite get the memo of the style . Twirling around , bouncing of the walls , grinning at himself in the mirror . That got a rare giggle out of you he’d die to hear again . Which lucky for him he was just about the only person who could make you do such a thing . 

He was so bright , so full of life , Entertaining like no tomorrow . Even the moon needed the sun light to keep shining , but sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what drew him to you ? You weren’t a man who asked many questions , but one late night you were itching for an answer . Staying up this late was common , even expected for you . Whether you were sitting at home like now or out walking the dead of night . You were as nocturnal as you looked . His head laid in your lap as he’d occasionally toss and turn , unable to sit still , his body constantly alive and in motion . One hand of yours was stroking idly through his bee-like locks , the other settled on his chest to feel the beat of his racing heart on your own skin . Even without your ensemble , dressed simply , you still looked like gloomy and elegant was your middle name . Eyes glazing over his through thick , dark lashes met his big eyes staring back at you . He was smiling ,  just starting at you with his lips curled and wide . “ Meguru .” He loved how you said his name . How ‘Meguru’ was a title or pet name of its own in your book , how lavish you sounded addressing someone like him — so wild and different to elegance . 

     “ What . . Drew you to me ?” The flat tone didn’t match the emotional weight of the question . You always sounded that way , even when feeling so strongly . It was quiet for a moment , moonlight seeping in thin strands through the slightly ajar blinds , hitting him so perfectly where it left a shine in his eyes while gazing at you . The surroundings of the room , from the dim lighting , to the decoration , the tidy order where everything had a specific place to create the dark harmony that mirrored the owner of said room . Everything so dark and sure with its refinement , everything with grandeur matching and complimenting its neighboring object . Everything including you fit into the room like a perfect puzzle , everything except for Bachira . Still , with how comfortably he lay he looked right at home . As if standing out didn’t bother him .  It didn’t , not if standing out meant standing with you — or sitting in this case . 

     “ Well ,” he started , looking up in thought . “ you don’t make me feel like I have to belong . You don’t care that I’m different , that I’m not like you . “ your hands kept carding through his hair , listening intently to his answer that amped up the pace of your heart . “ and you’re interesting ! So cool and mysterious , not caring what other people think about how you dress !” Another reason , this was the rant he normally went on to others . Listing every reason he was with you in the first place and every reason that’s why he hopes you’re his only forever . He was glad to finally talk about this to you . Hear him sing your praise . “ and how sure , my monster likes how dark you are . But for once it feels like I’m choosing you for myself instead of my monster doing it for me !” The way he sat up was nothing short of intense , however everything about him seemed that way . You loved that about him .

One sided conversation filled the room for what could be guessed of being hours , words of love flooding out , every last detail of yours being brought up and praised .  It was sweet , beyond so . 

He knew that even if you didn’t talk as much about him for as long as he did for you , that you still loved him the same level . He knew because he knew you and you knew him —

And as they say , to be known is to be loved .

You knew a whole lot about eachother . Differences or not .

hope I did your req justice anon heh 🫶

Bachira

When he first saw you, his eyes almost sparkled. You were so tall, big and muscular and you stood out so much from the others! So he immediately jumped on your back after getting to know you.

When you started dating, he used your height and your size to his advantage. He was always sitting on your shoulders or on your back or he asked you to carry him in your arms, he loves sitting on your lap, lying on your muscular torso and all that.

But, damn it, when you had sex for the first time and you took off your underwear... He almost died on the spot from excitement.

"Oh, you are big even here," Bachira's golden eyes shine when he runs his hand over your hard cock. - "Are you sure that your dick will not find a direct path to my heart?"

You just roll your eyes, pulling Bachira by the chin, kissing him deeply, causing him to moan, wrapping his arms around your neck. You pull away, teasingly biting his lip at the end, causing him to moan in surprise.

"My dick has already found a way to your heart figuratively," you chuckle, taking Bachira's hand on your dick, intertwining your fingers, which he looks at in surprise.

His golden eyes seemed to glow even more when he finally realized how big you are, especially compared to him. He swallows when his cock twitches slightly with excitement and he lies on his back, spreading his legs, grinning.

"Then let's see if your dick can find the way to my heart literally, big guy," he chuckles, pushing his cheeks apart, showing his hole already prepared by you.

You just grin, moving towards him, sliding your dick between his cheeks, which makes him swallow, blushing even more, seeing your colossal difference in size. And then he moans, throwing his head back when he feels when you start to insert, and then asks after a few seconds:

"Are you done?"

"That's not even half of it, Bachi," you chuckle, lightly squeezing his hips.

"What?!" he exclaims, looking down, moaning when he realizes that you are right.

He whines, throwing his head back again, feeling how you rearrange his insides for you. His hands grip the sheets tightly as he groans loudly, feeling your pelvis hitting him.

"Voila, my beloved Bachira, how are you feeling, baby boy?" - you ask, chuckling when you see his eyes roll back.

He only nods weakly in response, moaning, biting his lip when his legs tremble slightly. His head is just a mess, he can't think straight, he can't say anything. He just feels this stretching, which brings him unprecedented pleasure.

And then he gasps softly, feeling a drop of your precum trickling down his insides. He blushes even more from the thoughts that begin to appear in his head. He wraps his legs around your waist, whispering a quiet:

"Move."

You just obey, starting to move slowly. And then his gaze falls on his stomach, in which the bulge from your dick appears and disappears. Ridiculous thoughts start to appear in his head, thoughts like "What if he ends up in me and I get pregnant?", "What if I have a pregnant tummy? Will I still be sexy to him? ", " What if there is always a bulge in my stomach? It's too attractive... "

Bachira moans, feeling how you increase the pace of your thrusts and firmly grips your shoulders with his fingers, not expecting this from the flight in his thoughts.

"Is everything all right, Mon amour?" - you ask worriedly, stroking his cheek.

"Cum inside me, please fertilize me," Bachira whispers back, moaning loudly when you touch his prostate.

You just raise an eyebrow in disbelief, but then you grin, accelerating your thrusts even more, making Bachira whimper:

"As you wish, cutie."

Rin

Well, he's already tall enough for a Japanese, and when he finally saw you... Let's say he was in shock. And he developed an interest in you, which, in general, was strange for his nature.

When you started dating, he was constantly blushing when your difference in height and physique was somehow shown. It doesn't matter if it's kissing, hugging, holding hands or other romantic stuff. He'll never admit it, but he loves your size difference.

And so during one of your lovemaking sessions...

"Rinnie, is everything okay? Are you somehow more sensitive than usual," you ask, stroking Rin's hips as he rides you.

He nods convulsively, moaning with every jump when your dick hits his prostate. His hands are squeezing your chest, leaving traces of his nails on it.

He looks at your muscular chest, moaning from the feeling of your strong and prominent muscles under his hands.

"I am... I'm fine, thanks," he replies in a whisper as he wipes the sweat from his forehead, continuing his movements.

You just laugh, teasingly pushing up, meeting his jump at the top, which makes him whine, looking at you questioningly.

"You're lying. I don't like it when you lie. What happened? " - you ask, moaning, when Rin squeezes you tightly.

"I..."- Rin continues his jumps, only now more gentle and slow, thinking.

He blushes, swallowing at his thoughts. Rin's thoughts are filled with the sight of your big cock sticking out in his stomach and how cute he would look if he got pregnant. He was ashamed of these thoughts, he understood that it was unrealistic and even to some extent disgusting. Like, he's a guy, he shouldn't be thinking about what would happen if he got pregnant, but he can't handle these thoughts.

Rin bites his lip, looking down at you, assessing your reaction, and then whispers almost inaudibly:

"I want you to fill me to the brim," he whispers, accelerating his movements, and squeezing your chest tighter.

You just moan from this sight, squeezing Rin's waist, playfully tapping it with your fingers.

"Why? " you ask playfully, grinning.

Rin just clicks in annoyance, blushing, leaning towards you, making his thrusts slow but deep when he whispers into your lips:

"Impregnate me, now".

"Oh, little Rin Rin has grown up? How sweet. Do you want a baby from me?" - you laugh, pressing your lips to his.

He greedily kisses you, weaving your tongues in a hungry and lustful movement, pulling away with a groan.

"Yes, I want to... So," he groans, sitting up straight, continuing his fast and precise jumps, looking down at you with a pleading expression on his face. - "Do it."

Sae

He didn't pay much attention to you, since he generally considers no one worthy of his attention. But, probably, you had some episode when his attention finally turned to you.

When you started dating, again, he didn't care about your size difference. Well, like, yes, he has a big and tall boyfriend. As it were, why be surprised?

But when you started having sex, he realized that he was falling into the thought of it more and more...

"Y-you're such a pervert, [Your name]," Sae whispers as he grabs the wall of the locker room, moaning.

"Well, honey, I can't hold back, and you kind of don't mind. So what's the problem?" You ask, running your finger along Sae's spine in front of you, making him arch even more.

"I don't mind, it's just..." he groans, trying to grab onto the smooth wall in desperation.

He blushes, lowering his face down. The damn problem is that in a few minutes your team will come here and if they see this... This will be a problem.

He moans, feeling you drive into his prostate as his legs start to shake. His head is filled again with these images of his belly with the bulge of your penis and how this bulge would look if it were bigger.

He will never admit in his life that if he had the chance, he would get pregnant from you. He turns his gaze to the side, noticing your big, sinewy hands squeezing his hips, and he groans at this sight and an unconscious phrase escapes from his mouth:

"I want children from you," he whispers and immediately covers his mouth with his hand, blushing even more.

You just look at him in surprise, thinking that you heard it, but it's clear from his reaction that it was clearly true.

You grin, leaning closer to him. Your chest touches his back when you nibble his earlobe, whispering:

"Do you want a baby from me?"

Sae just nods, whining when your movements become even deeper in this pose.

"Then I will fulfill your wish," you chuckle, accelerating, feeling your peak. - "Really, we will make sure of this after training, won't we, Sae?"

You exhaled slow, letting your eyes flutter closed again. Not that you minded.

Your body ached from the gym yesterday, a slow dull throb across your back and thighs but it was manageable. What wasn’t manageable was him. The way he burrowed closer with a lazy sigh, nuzzling into your neck like he’d earned the right to be there.

He always did that like it was his instinct. He did it after every time you fucked always sprawling across your body like he expected to be held.

And every time, you let him.

Maybe that was the problem.

You brushed a knuckle lightly down the curve of his spine. He made a sound - part groan, part complaint - and shifted, burying his face further into the crook of your neck. His thigh flexed against your hip. You held still, let him settle.

There was nothing demanding about mornings with Shidou. At least, not until he woke up.

“Mmm…” Shidou hummed against your throat, voice rough and barely awake. “You’re still here.”

You didn’t answer right away. His bed was warm, his weight was heavy, and for once, he wasn’t vibrating with energy like a kid on caffeine. The silence felt nice.

He shifted again, nuzzling lazily into the crook of your neck. His lips brushed your skin.

“Y’know,” he murmured, barely above a whisper, “You always sleep so close. You’re so warm and gentle.”

A pause. “You ever gonna do more than cuddle me like a  teddy bear?”

Another pause. Then, teeth scraped lightly at your collarbone.

“…Or you gonna actually rail me one of these mornings?”

Your eyes opened. Slowly.

There it was again. That voice, that look. The part of him that always asked for trouble. You tried not to give into his teasing attempts. He either didn’t know you was holding back. Or maybe he did, and that was the problem. But you weren't about to give in now.

After his comment, Shidou flopped back down on the pillow but kept peeking at you from under his messy bangs. “You’ve never gone rough once. Not once. Makes a guy wonder, y’know?”

You weren't surprised he noticed that you chose the more gentler approach every time. Ryu managed to notice everything that made people tried to hide which was suprising considering his personality.

You smiled faintly, brushing hair out of Shidou’s face. “You know, most people say ‘good morning’ before asking to get railed.”

“I didn't realize you liked being treated rough, Ryuusei.” You continued, causing him to raise his eyebrow at the lack of nickname.

"Come on I've seen you at the gym. You could toss me through a wall if you wanted to." He rolled his eyes "But in bed? Snooze fest.”

He teased you as you knew he wanted to be proved wrong. But before you could say anything else he left for the bathroom. 

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 He didn’t bring it up again well not right away. But the gleam in his eyes over breakfast said enough. He was obviously planning something.

You were making pancakes for him after he had begged you to. Instead of helping he was bouncing a football against a wall. When he suddenly stopped and came up behind you and played with the waistband of your boxers. “You gonna feed me and kiss my forehead next?”

“That mouth of yours’s gonna get you in trouble.” Was all you responded not in the mood to burn your breakfast. You flipped the pancakes flipping neatly while Shidou wandered off with his stupid smirk and the football tucked under his arm.

The silence didn’t last long.

By the time you finished cleaning up and collapsed onto the couch, he reappeared like a pest with perfect timing. Shirtless now. Damp hair. Toothpick in his mouth like he thought he was some delinquent heartthrob out of an anime.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he drawled, then flopped down across your lap like his spine didn’t exist. His arms sprawled out over the cushions, head tilted back to look up at you, eyes glittering with challenge.

You didn’t move.

He grinned.

“You know,” he started, stretching his arms over his head until his shirt rode up his abs, “bet you can’t even pull my hair right.”

You didn’t take the bait. You just looked at him. Calm. Unbothered.

“Come on, Daddy, show me you’ve got a spine.”

You raised an eyebrow. "Seriously,” He went on, like he was performing on stage, “you look strong, but you’re just a fucking pillow princess with abs.”

He reached for your hand then, grabbed it by the wrist and tried to drag it up toward his hair. “Go on. Don’t be shy.”

You let him, just long enough for his eyes to spark with smug triumph. “You’re really pushing it,” you murmured, voice low.

Shidou laughed. “Or maybe I’m just bored of bedtime story sex.”

Your fingers twitched. He noticed.

“Come on. You’re all bark, no bite. I’m not scared of a guy who fucks like he’s apologizing.” He obviously wasn’t mocking you to be cruel.

He wanted a reaction. He wanted to see what you looked like when you didn’t hold back.

You leaned down, voice just above a whisper. “Keep talking,” you said, tone cool and razor-sharp. “And I’ll show you just how soft I’m not.”

Shidou’s mouth curved like he’d just won a game you didn’t know you were playing.

You stood up, letting him fall off your lap in a heap. He laughed on his way down, catching himself with one arm and sprawling even harder onto the carpet like a damn lunatic.

“You ever think,” you added as you walked toward the hallway, “I’m not rough because I don’t need to be?”

His grin widened, teeth flashing.

“Sure,” he called after you, smug, head tilted. “And I don't moan loud because I respect noise complaints.”

He stretched again, stood, and padded toward the kitchen - not before glancing back at you over his shoulder. “Don’t keep me waiting forever, Daddy. I wanna see what happens when you snap.”

Then came the moment that snapped whatever patience you had left.

A sharp impact against the wall.

A breathless laugh. It just bait left hanging in the air.

That was worse.

You stood, temper thin, and walked down the hallway with a slow inevitability you didn’t bother to hide.

Shidou waited at your bedroom door, body angled in lazy confidence, shirt discarded, hair damp. His gaze dragged over you, pupils blown wide with anticipation, 

He knew exactly what he was doing.

His eyes dragged over you slowly, pupils blown wide with anticipation, like he’d engineered every second leading up to this moment just to see you walk toward him like that. 

Then his mouth was on yours his teeth scraped your bottom lip, then your neck, biting just a little too hard. A low, smug whisper ghosted against your damp skin. “Still gonna fuck me like I’m made of glass?”

You paused. The entire world narrowed to the heat of his body under yours, the challenging glint in his half-lidded eyes, the cockiness of his smile.

A slow, dangerous smirk curled your lips. Your voice dropped, low, a promise and a threat woven together. “You really want to see what I’ve been holding back, huh?”

Shidou let out a laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. “Please, scare me.”

In one motion, you flipped him. The world spun for him, a dizzying blur of ceiling then  his back hit the mattress with a soft thump, his wrists pinned in one of your hands above his head. 

His wide, surprised eyes met yours. The cocky grin was still frozen on his face, but it was starting to falter, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. You didn’t give him time to speak. Your free hand fisted in his bright hair, yanking his head back to expose the long, taut line of his throat. A sharp gasp ripped from him, not of pain, but of shock.

“This what you wanted?” you growled, your voice gravel against his ear. Your other hand released his wrists, but he didn’t move them, mesmerized. Your fingers dug into the meat of his thigh, pushing his leg up and back, opening him up completely. You teased out the dildo he of course had in, he was just waiting for this to happen.

The blunt head of your cock pressed against him, and you pushed inside without another second of hesitation. The thrust had his mouth fell open in a silent, stunned O.

You set a ruthless pace. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by his ragged, punched-out moans. You kept your hold on his hair, forcing him to look at you.

“You think I was soft because I couldn’t?” You bit out through a groan, your rhythm never faltering, you fucked him him so hard he could barely speak. “I was being good for you, Ryuusei.”

His smart mouth was useless now. All that came out were broken syllables, choked gasps, and your name, over and over, a desperate mantra. His eyes rolled back, his body arching off the bed, completely at the mercy of the pleasure-pain you were orchestrating. He was wrecked, and he loved every second of it.

You leaned down, your breath hot on his neck, and sank your teeth into it. He cried out, a sound you’d never heard from him before. You marked him again on his hip, a bruise already forming.

His climax hit him like a train, his entire body seizing up, a whine tearing from his throat as he spilled between your bodies, untouched. You didn’t stop. You didn’t even slow. You fucked him through the shaking, overwhelming sensitivity, your thrusts growing rougher, deeper, chasing your own release inside his trembling, oversensitive body.

“F-fuck wait-!” he slurred, but his hands were clutching at your back, pulling you closer, begging you to continue even as he writhed from the intensity.

You drove into him one last, final time, burying yourself to the hilt as your own orgasm ripped through you. A low groan rumbled from your chest as you pulsed inside him, painting his insides with your release.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of harsh, ragged breathing. Shidou was limp beneath you, boneless, completely broken in the best way. You carefully pulled out, and he made a weak, pathetic sound of protest.

You looked down at him. Flushed, sweaty, marked up, and utterly dazed. The bratty smirk was nowhere to be found. You slid your arms under his back and knees, lifting him effortlessly against your chest. He was pliant, his head lolling against your shoulder, arms weakly clinging to your neck.

In the bathroom, you set him on the closed toilet lid and started the bath. The steam began to fog the mirror. You took a warm, wet cloth and gently wiped the sweat from his chest, the spend from his stomach. His eyes were half-closed, hazy with exhaustion and a deep, sated glow.

He mumbled into the steamy air, his voice raspy and thick. “You tryna marry me or what…?” A drowsy, loopy smile touched his lips. “Shit, maybe I am in love.”

You chuckled, a low, warm sound, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’ll shut up next time I go slow, huh?”

Back in the cleaned-up bed, he curled into your chest like a vines seeking sun, one hand loosely tangled in your shirt. The smugness was trying to make a comeback, but it was drowned in a drowsy daze. “Nah,” He whispered.

You exhaled slow, letting your eyes flutter closed again. Not that you minded.

Your body ached from the gym yesterday, a slow dull throb across your back and thighs but it was manageable. What wasn’t manageable was him. The way he burrowed closer with a lazy sigh, nuzzling into your neck like he’d earned the right to be there.

He always did that like it was his instinct. He did it after every time you fucked always sprawling across your body like he expected to be held.

And every time, you let him.

Maybe that was the problem.

You brushed a knuckle lightly down the curve of his spine. He made a sound - part groan, part complaint - and shifted, burying his face further into the crook of your neck. His thigh flexed against your hip. You held still, let him settle.

There was nothing demanding about mornings with Shidou. At least, not until he woke up.

“Mmm…” Shidou hummed against your throat, voice rough and barely awake. “You’re still here.”

You didn’t answer right away. His bed was warm, his weight was heavy, and for once, he wasn’t vibrating with energy like a kid on caffeine. The silence felt nice.

He shifted again, nuzzling lazily into the crook of your neck. His lips brushed your skin.

“Y’know,” he murmured, barely above a whisper, “You always sleep so close. You’re so warm and gentle.”

A pause. “You ever gonna do more than cuddle me like a  teddy bear?”

Another pause. Then, teeth scraped lightly at your collarbone.

“…Or you gonna actually rail me one of these mornings?”

Your eyes opened. Slowly.

There it was again. That voice, that look. The part of him that always asked for trouble. You tried not to give into his teasing attempts. He either didn’t know you was holding back. Or maybe he did, and that was the problem. But you weren't about to give in now.

After his comment, Shidou flopped back down on the pillow but kept peeking at you from under his messy bangs. “You’ve never gone rough once. Not once. Makes a guy wonder, y’know?”

You weren't surprised he noticed that you chose the more gentler approach every time. Ryu managed to notice everything that made people tried to hide which was suprising considering his personality.

You smiled faintly, brushing hair out of Shidou’s face. “You know, most people say ‘good morning’ before asking to get railed.”

“I didn't realize you liked being treated rough, Ryuusei.” You continued, causing him to raise his eyebrow at the lack of nickname.

"Come on I've seen you at the gym. You could toss me through a wall if you wanted to." He rolled his eyes "But in bed? Snooze fest.”

He teased you as you knew he wanted to be proved wrong. But before you could say anything else he left for the bathroom. 

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 He didn’t bring it up again well not right away. But the gleam in his eyes over breakfast said enough. He was obviously planning something.

You were making pancakes for him after he had begged you to. Instead of helping he was bouncing a football against a wall. When he suddenly stopped and came up behind you and played with the waistband of your boxers. “You gonna feed me and kiss my forehead next?”

“That mouth of yours’s gonna get you in trouble.” Was all you responded not in the mood to burn your breakfast. You flipped the pancakes flipping neatly while Shidou wandered off with his stupid smirk and the football tucked under his arm.

The silence didn’t last long.

By the time you finished cleaning up and collapsed onto the couch, he reappeared like a pest with perfect timing. Shirtless now. Damp hair. Toothpick in his mouth like he thought he was some delinquent heartthrob out of an anime.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he drawled, then flopped down across your lap like his spine didn’t exist. His arms sprawled out over the cushions, head tilted back to look up at you, eyes glittering with challenge.

You didn’t move.

He grinned.

“You know,” he started, stretching his arms over his head until his shirt rode up his abs, “bet you can’t even pull my hair right.”

You didn’t take the bait. You just looked at him. Calm. Unbothered.

“Come on, Daddy, show me you’ve got a spine.”

You raised an eyebrow. "Seriously,” He went on, like he was performing on stage, “you look strong, but you’re just a fucking pillow princess with abs.”

He reached for your hand then, grabbed it by the wrist and tried to drag it up toward his hair. “Go on. Don’t be shy.”

You let him, just long enough for his eyes to spark with smug triumph. “You’re really pushing it,” you murmured, voice low.

Shidou laughed. “Or maybe I’m just bored of bedtime story sex.”

Your fingers twitched. He noticed.

“Come on. You’re all bark, no bite. I’m not scared of a guy who fucks like he’s apologizing.” He obviously wasn’t mocking you to be cruel.

He wanted a reaction. He wanted to see what you looked like when you didn’t hold back.

You leaned down, voice just above a whisper. “Keep talking,” you said, tone cool and razor-sharp. “And I’ll show you just how soft I’m not.”

Shidou’s mouth curved like he’d just won a game you didn’t know you were playing.

You stood up, letting him fall off your lap in a heap. He laughed on his way down, catching himself with one arm and sprawling even harder onto the carpet like a damn lunatic.

“You ever think,” you added as you walked toward the hallway, “I’m not rough because I don’t need to be?”

His grin widened, teeth flashing.

“Sure,” he called after you, smug, head tilted. “And I don't moan loud because I respect noise complaints.”

He stretched again, stood, and padded toward the kitchen - not before glancing back at you over his shoulder. “Don’t keep me waiting forever, Daddy. I wanna see what happens when you snap.”

Then came the moment that snapped whatever patience you had left.

A sharp impact against the wall.

A breathless laugh. It just bait left hanging in the air.

That was worse.

You stood, temper thin, and walked down the hallway with a slow inevitability you didn’t bother to hide.

Shidou waited at your bedroom door, body angled in lazy confidence, shirt discarded, hair damp. His gaze dragged over you, pupils blown wide with anticipation, 

He knew exactly what he was doing.

His eyes dragged over you slowly, pupils blown wide with anticipation, like he’d engineered every second leading up to this moment just to see you walk toward him like that. 

Then his mouth was on yours his teeth scraped your bottom lip, then your neck, biting just a little too hard. A low, smug whisper ghosted against your damp skin. “Still gonna fuck me like I’m made of glass?”

You paused. The entire world narrowed to the heat of his body under yours, the challenging glint in his half-lidded eyes, the cockiness of his smile.

A slow, dangerous smirk curled your lips. Your voice dropped, low, a promise and a threat woven together. “You really want to see what I’ve been holding back, huh?”

Shidou let out a laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. “Please, scare me.”

In one motion, you flipped him. The world spun for him, a dizzying blur of ceiling then  his back hit the mattress with a soft thump, his wrists pinned in one of your hands above his head. 

His wide, surprised eyes met yours. The cocky grin was still frozen on his face, but it was starting to falter, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. You didn’t give him time to speak. Your free hand fisted in his bright hair, yanking his head back to expose the long, taut line of his throat. A sharp gasp ripped from him, not of pain, but of shock.

“This what you wanted?” you growled, your voice gravel against his ear. Your other hand released his wrists, but he didn’t move them, mesmerized. Your fingers dug into the meat of his thigh, pushing his leg up and back, opening him up completely. You teased out the dildo he of course had in, he was just waiting for this to happen.

The blunt head of your cock pressed against him, and you pushed inside without another second of hesitation. The thrust had his mouth fell open in a silent, stunned O.

You set a ruthless pace. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by his ragged, punched-out moans. You kept your hold on his hair, forcing him to look at you.

“You think I was soft because I couldn’t?” You bit out through a groan, your rhythm never faltering, you fucked him him so hard he could barely speak. “I was being good for you, Ryuusei.”

His smart mouth was useless now. All that came out were broken syllables, choked gasps, and your name, over and over, a desperate mantra. His eyes rolled back, his body arching off the bed, completely at the mercy of the pleasure-pain you were orchestrating. He was wrecked, and he loved every second of it.

You leaned down, your breath hot on his neck, and sank your teeth into it. He cried out, a sound you’d never heard from him before. You marked him again on his hip, a bruise already forming.

His climax hit him like a train, his entire body seizing up, a whine tearing from his throat as he spilled between your bodies, untouched. You didn’t stop. You didn’t even slow. You fucked him through the shaking, overwhelming sensitivity, your thrusts growing rougher, deeper, chasing your own release inside his trembling, oversensitive body.

“F-fuck wait-!” he slurred, but his hands were clutching at your back, pulling you closer, begging you to continue even as he writhed from the intensity.

You drove into him one last, final time, burying yourself to the hilt as your own orgasm ripped through you. A low groan rumbled from your chest as you pulsed inside him, painting his insides with your release.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of harsh, ragged breathing. Shidou was limp beneath you, boneless, completely broken in the best way. You carefully pulled out, and he made a weak, pathetic sound of protest.

You looked down at him. Flushed, sweaty, marked up, and utterly dazed. The bratty smirk was nowhere to be found. You slid your arms under his back and knees, lifting him effortlessly against your chest. He was pliant, his head lolling against your shoulder, arms weakly clinging to your neck.

In the bathroom, you set him on the closed toilet lid and started the bath. The steam began to fog the mirror. You took a warm, wet cloth and gently wiped the sweat from his chest, the spend from his stomach. His eyes were half-closed, hazy with exhaustion and a deep, sated glow.

He mumbled into the steamy air, his voice raspy and thick. “You tryna marry me or what…?” A drowsy, loopy smile touched his lips. “Shit, maybe I am in love.”

You chuckled, a low, warm sound, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’ll shut up next time I go slow, huh?”

Back in the cleaned-up bed, he curled into your chest like a vines seeking sun, one hand loosely tangled in your shirt. The smugness was trying to make a comeback, but it was drowned in a drowsy daze. “Nah,” He whispered.

Kaiser didn’t look at you right away. He stared straight ahead at the TV like the explosions on screen were suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. But his voice, when it came, was quieter than his usual broadcast-announcer drawl.

“I want to try… y'know.. sex .” You turned your head to face him and unsurprisingly his eyes were locked onto the Tv. If you didn't know him better you would think he was unaffected but his voice came out a little shaky and his fingers were curled too tightly.

“Sex,” You repeated softly, not mocking, just making sure. He huffed through his nose- a nervous laugh. “Don’t make me say it twice, idiot.” 

It always surprised you when you remembered Michael had never had sex, but then again it didn't. Michael Kaiser was too complicated for that, he was too cocky and having a stranger see him vulnerable seemed like his worst nightmare. Especially to see him reduced to tears by a few jerks of his cock. It was already hard enough to let you see and and you had been dating him for a good 4 months already.

Kaiser finally flicked his gaze over. Those sharp blue eyes met yours and immediately darted away again, landing somewhere near your collarbone. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“You sure?” You asked.

He laughed again, short this time “What, you think I’m gonna back out now? After I dragged my ass over here and said it out loud?” The smirk tried to make a comeback. “Don’t insult me.”

But his shoulders had already dropped. Just a fraction. The same way they always did when the apartment door locked behind him and there was no one left to perform for..

You slid your hand up, slow, until your palm cupped the side of his neck- thumb brushing the edge of that blue rose. His pulse was hammering under your fingertips.

“Okay,” You murmured. His eyes snapped back to yours as if he was waiting for you to laugh at him. But when he got nothing he just swallowed. 

“Then… don’t just sit there staring at me like I’m some noob about to choke on the field.” His voice cracked on the bravado. “Do something.”

You leaned in and pressed your forehead to his. Before closing the gap and kissed him. It was soft as if- if you did the slightest move he'd bolt. 

But Michael kissed back like he was proving something- harder than necessary, teeth grazing your bottom lip, fingers fisting the front of your shirt like he needed an anchor. But when you let your tongue in to explore his mouth coaxingly, he made a small, involuntary sound against you.

A sound he immediately tried to cover with another rough kiss. You pulled back just enough to speak against his lips.

“Michael.”

He froze. He always hated when you used his real name. Hated how soft it sounded in your mouth. Hated that he didn’t hate it as much as he pretended.

You gently grasped his jaw forcing him to look at you. “We go as slow as you need. Or we stop, okay? it's your call.”

His laugh was more breath than sound. “You’re so fucking-” He cut himself off and tried again. “You’re ruining my image here.”

“Good,” You said simply. He leaned forward until his forehead dropped against your shoulder, hiding his face. His next words were muffled against your shirt.

“…don’t laugh if I’m shit at this.”

You wrapped both arms around him, grounding him. “I won’t.” He stayed there for a long moment, breathing uneven against your neck.

Then, quieter than you’d ever heard him: “Then take me to bed.”

The arrogance was gone.

What was left was just Michael Kaiser terrified, and trusting you with the parts of himself he’d spent twenty-one years burying under blue roses and arrogance.

You held out your hand for him to take at first he stared at it like it was an alien then took it. His fingers lacing tight with yours and let you pull him up.

The movie kept playing to an empty couch but neither of you cared.

You both began stripping on your way, you were too eager to finally have sex with that gorgeous man. And he wasn't knew to this part after all, you might have died if you- for the first time ever- was led to 4 months with no sexual contact. Four months of careful touches, stolen kisses, and nights where he'd grind against your thigh but never let it go further... it had built into something almost carnal. 

You pushed him down onto the bed when he was naked and ready for you.  His cock was already hard, flushed dark and leaking against his stomach, but his eyes were fixed on the ceiling like he could will himself invisible.

You knelt between his spread thighs, reaching for the lube bottle that had sat untouched on the nightstand since you'd moved in together. The cap clicked open with a sound that felt obscenely loud in the quiet room. You poured more than necessary, letting it warm between your fingers before you touched him.

One finger circled his entrance first- slow just teasing the rim without pushing in. Michael's breath hitched, thighs tensing and you read discomfort all over his face. 

"You okay?" He glared at your question as if the fact you checked up on him was so disrespectful. Then when you pushed in another he hissed through his teeth, body clenching instinctively around the intrusion. So you stopped immediately.

"Still good?" His glare sharpened, but his voice came out strained. "Don't go easy on me just because it's my first time."

You couldn't help the sarcastic edge that slipped in. "I would never." A roll of your eyes, fondly. Then you reaffirmed him. "I'm not going to hurt you, baby." At that he eased up a bit.

Continuing to stretch him out you added another finger this time scissoring him open, curling to find that spot that made his hips jerk involuntarily. Every time he tensed, you paused thumb rubbing soothing circles over his hip bone, lips brushing scars on his ribs, the faint surgical line along his side from some old injury he'd never talked about. You kissed them like they were beautiful. Because to you, they were.

Michael's breathing turned ragged. As the pain bled into pleasure the first moan of the night slipped out when your fingers crooked just right. His face went scarlet, eyes squeezing shut as if he could hide from his own reaction

You added a third finger eventually, stretching him further, more lube slicking the way. He was trembling now, small shivers running through his legs.

You leaned back enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. "Tell me if it's too much," You said softly.

He swallowed hard. "It's... not." A pause. "Keep going."

You did. For what felt like forever you watched every micro-expression: the way his brows furrowed then smoothed, how his mouth parted on silent gasps, the way his cock twitched and leaked steadily against his abs whenever you brushed his prostate. 

He was used to imagining this as rough, fast and mean. This slow, careful version felt obscene in the best way. He couldn't hide how much he liked it; his body betrayed him with every involuntary roll of his hips, every quiet whimper he tried to swallow.

When you finally withdrew your fingers, he made a small, protesting sound but then he realized what it meant. You slicked yourself generously, lining up. The head of your cock pressed against him, not pushing in yet giving him another chance to stop.

Michael's breathing quickened and his chest began heaving and you got more nervous. "Hey, hey do we stop?" His eyes snapped to yours, wild and desperate. "Don’t you fucking dare stop." 

You exhaled. "Okay then breathe with me." You pushed in and the stretch made him gasp, head tipping back. Every time his body tensed, you kissed his temple, his cheekbone and the corner of his eye.

"You're doing so good for me," You whispered against his skin. "So perfect. Just like that." For some reason that was the line that opened the dam.

Wetness gathered at the corners of his eyes not from pain, but from the unbearable gentleness of it all. A single tear slipped free, and he tried to turn his face away, mortified, but you caught his jaw gently, thumb brushing the tear track.

"Michael..."

He shook his head, voice cracking. "Don't- don't look." But more tears followed—silent at first, then hitching sobs he couldn't hold back. His hands flew up to grip your shoulders, nails digging in like he was afraid you'd vanish if he let go.

You didn't stop moving though just kept that same slow rhythm, hips rolling in carefully until you were fully seated inside him. You stayed there, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to his.

"I've got you," You murmured. "You're safe. You're mine."

He was ugly crying now shoulders shaking, breaths coming in broken gasps. He clung to you like a lifeline, face buried in your neck, mumbling half-formed words between sobs.

"No one's ever... fuck-. Why are you so nice- I don't know what to do with- with thi-" You kissed every tear you could reach, rocking gently inside him, letting him feel every inch without rushing. He needed this slowness more than he needed release. You could feel it in the way he clung, in the way his thighs trembled around your waist, in the way every sob seemed to pull him deeper into your chest instead of pushing you away.

"You don't have to do anything," You whispered. "Just let me take care of you." He came apart completely then clinging and babbling apologies for crying like it was shameful, "I didn’t mean to- crying like- like a fucking baby during-during sex, that’s so-” But his hips jerked as pleasure and emotion crashed together.

“Shhh. Don’t apologize.” You held him through it, moving slow and steady, until his sobs eased into shaky breaths, until the tears slowed to quiet sniffles. “You’re allowed to feel good without fighting for it, Michael.”

The use of his name so softly made fresh tears spill over. He choked on another sob, hips stuttering up to meet yours like his body still remembered how to chase pleasure even while his mind drowned in feeling. "You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be here.”

He broke on a keening sound and came without warning, Just a sudden, overwhelming release that ripped through him like a shockwave. His back bowed off the mattress, cock pulsing untouched between your bodies, spilling hot and messy across both your stomachs. His walls fluttered and clenched around you in erratic spasms, dragging you right to the edge with him.

You followed a heartbeat later burying yourself as deep as you could, spilling inside him with a low, broken groan of his name. The warmth of it made him whimper again, aftershocks still rolling through his trembling frame.

You lowered yourself carefully, draping your weight over him. Michael hid his face in the crook of your neck. His breathing was still uneven but the sobs had quieted. He didn’t speak- didn’t move. Just clung to you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he loosened his grip even a fraction.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your shared breathing slowly evening out.  Until- “I didn’t know it could feel like that.” His voice was hoarse from all that crying. You pressed your lips to his sweaty temple, “Now you do.”

He snorted. “You’re so fucking embarrassing.” But he didn’t let go.

You smiled into his hair. “Stay like this?” And barely audible, muffled against your skin he replied. “…yeah.”

You reached down blindly, dragging the discarded comforter up over both of you. Michael sighed and finally let his body go limp against yours.

He fell asleep still wrapped around you like a koala his face tucked under your jaw, legs tangled with yours, soft breaths feathering against your throat.

You stayed awake a little longer, stroking his hair in slow, repetitive passes. Listening to the way his heartbeat gradually synced with yours.

For the first time in four months (definitely longer) he finally let his walls fall and you actually got to see Michael. Not Kaiser. 

You kissed the top of his head one last time.

“Sleep, baby.”

Morning light filtered through the half-closed blinds in thin, pale stripes across the bed.

Michael woke slowly. He blinked once. Then twice as reality settled in like ice cold water had been dropped on him. He was still wrapped around you and he was lying on your chest one of your hands rested loosely on his bare back.

The comforter had slipped down to your hips sometime in the night, leaving most of his skin exposed to the cool morning air.

He remembered;

The tears.

The shaking.

The ugly, hiccuping sobs while you were inside him.

The way he’d clung like a child and babbled apologies and come untouched just from the sound of your voice saying he was wanted.

His stomach lurched.

Fuck.

Heat flooded his face so fast it felt like a slap. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the floor to open and swallow him whole. Michael Kaiser- the Emperor, the untouchable prodigy, the man who’d stared down entire stadiums without flinching- had cried like a baby during sex. Worse: he’d liked it. Begged for more of the gentleness he’d spent his whole life pretending he didn’t need.

He needed to get out. Now. Before you woke up and saw the evidence of last night still written all over his face. Carefully - as if he didn't want to disturb a baby- he started to move.

First the leg hooked over your thigh: lifted millimeter by millimeter. Then the arm slung across your chest: slid free inch by torturous inch. He held his breath the entire time, heart hammering so loud he was sure it would wake you. When your grip didn’t tighten, he dared to ease his torso away, rolling toward the edge of the mattress in slow motion like he was defusing a bomb.

One foot touched the floor. Success. He was halfway to sitting up when the arm around his waist suddenly cinched tight. A sleepy, gravelly voice rumbled against his hair. “Nuh-uh.”

Before he could react, you dragged him back effortlessly until his back was flush against your chest again. You tucked his head under your chin like he weighed nothing, nose buried in his messy blue-streaked hair, and let out a long, contented sigh.

“Morning, crybaby” The pet name was like a shot to the heart. Michael made a noise that was half groan, half strangled yelp. He buried his burning face in your chest, trying to disappear into you.

“Shut up,” He mumbled, voice muffled and wrecked from crying half the night. “Shut the fuck up.”

You chuckled, completely unbothered. One hand came up to card lazily through his hair, fingertips scratching gently at his scalp in the way you knew made him melt even when he pretended it didn’t. “Too late. Already said it.”

He groaned again, louder this time, the sound vibrating against your skin. His hands fisted in the sheet like he was debating whether to strangle you or just hide under it forever.

“You’re the worst,” he muttered. “Actual worst person alive.”

“Mhm.” You pressed a lazy kiss to the top of his head. “Love you too.”

The casual love you too was thrown out like it was nothing, and of course in response he replied “…thank you.” You didn't even mind the typical Kaiser response as you know he meant 'i love you back'

But the words wouldn't leave him.

The light pre-heat he'd been ignoring since the start of the match suddenly flared hotter. His skin flushed and he could feel himself getting hotter. His scent sweetened involuntarily, and a familiar ache bloomed low in his belly. He gripped the edge of the sink, breathing hard.

Just an adrenaline crash, he told himself. There was no way he could be getting a heat out of his regularly scheduled ones. 

Absolutely no way!

You had lingered in the hallway for a few minutes, giving him space while your mind raced for a way to smooth things over. Eventually, the pull of his scent that had just released was too sweet to ignore and drew you back towards the bathroom. 

Sae stood in front of the mirror, ne hand slowly tracing over his flat, toned stomach. He looked so conflicted his brows knitted tightly together in a way you found so adorable. 

You stepped behind him again, arms wrapping around his waist as you pressed close and scented his neck deeply. Your pheromones rolled over him like a wave.

The effect was immediate as you heard the slight hitch of Sae's breath and felt his body tremble. A sudden onslaught of thoughts flowed through his head,

His stomach, round and heavy with your pups, his swollen tits leaking. Trying and failing to even walk while so full of you he could barely move. Your knot locked deep inside him, stretching him wide while multiple babies kicked against his belly.

“Fuck…” he whispered, voice cracking.

You knew the exact moment his heat came on as his scent exploded- sweet and needy. He tried to delay it though, shoving weakly at your arm. “I’m… going to shower alone- t-to clear my head. Don’t follow me.”

He slipped out of your grasp and fled to the bedroom, but you both knew he was delaying the inevitable. You expected to have him storm baack into the bedroom have force you out. But, when no movement occurred you followed him into the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, the scene that greeted you made your cock throb instantly.

Sae was on all fours in the middle of the bed, face buried in the pillow he'd taken from your side of the bed- the one drenched in your scent.

You watched his hips roll desperately on his teddy, he humped it frantically trying to get off. He had taken off his shorts, leaving him in nothing but a pair of expensive oanties that were already soaked through. The delicate fabric clung to his slick drenched pussy as he presented so beautifully for you.

“Nngh- hah…” His voice was muffled by the pillow. “Breed me… fill me until it takes… I want your kids…” Yet the desperate humping brought him no relief.

Tears were already gathering in his eyes. No matter how hard he ground against the plushie, it wasn’t enough. 

The floor creaked under your foot. Sae’s head snapped up, eyes wide and glassy as they met yours. For a split second, pure mortification flashed across his face then another wave of heat hit him and his hips jerked involuntarily.

“This is just the heat talking…” he choked out, voice cracking into a needy whine even as fresh tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. “I don’t ah-I don’t actually- I can’t-”

But his body betrayed him completely and by his hazy eyes he needed you bad. The proud omega football was gone replaced by a dripping mess dry (or wet) begging to be bred.

At the pornographic sight in front of you how could you even dare stay away any longer. In just two long strides you were on him you easily manhandled him into your lap, ignoring his weak protests and faced the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” you growled low in his ear, one hand splayed possessively over his flat stomach while the other yanked the ruined lingerie down his thighs. “Watch how badly you want me to pup you up."

Your hand moved towards his pretty pussy that was glistening with slick you pushed a finger in delighted in watching him squirm. Before he could get used to just the 1 you pushed in two more. You fingered him roughly and beside from the squelching his moans filled the room.

As you curled them just right to hit his bundle of nerves, he arched his back trying to flee as it was all too much. "P-please!" His hands reached to push you away but the heat made his efforts all too futile.

He was forced to just take it before you took mercy on him and took your fingers out. Instead, you quickly freed your cock and pressed it against his slick hole. 

He tried to look away, but you gripped his chin and kept his gaze locked on the mirror. You didn’t give him time to breathe.

You thrust in deep in one smooth, powerful motion, bottoming out inside his slick, fluttering pussy. Sae’s eyes flew wide open in the mirror, a choked “Ah-!” ripping from his throat as he watched the thick bulge of your cock distort his flat stomach.

“Fuck—too big—” he gasped, but his walls clenched greedily around every inch.

You gripped his hips harder and started a brutal rhythm, hips snapping forward so the wet slap of skin filled the room. Each thrust made his belly bulge obscenely, the head of your cock pressing visibly against his insides. 

“Look at that,” you growled, voice low and rough. “Your body already knows what it wants. Greedy little womb sucking me in.”

Sae’s head fell forward, but you tangled a hand in his hair and yanked it back up, forcing him to keep watching. “Don’t look away. Watch how perfectly you take me.”

He moaned helplessly as you changed the angle, grinding against that sensitive spot inside him with every stroke. Slick poured down his thighs, dripping onto the bed. 

“Sl-slower… please—ah!” His plea broke into a sharp cry when you reached around and began rubbing his folds in time with your thrusts.

“No. You’re going to cum just like this watching yourself get bred.” You bit down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking a dark mark into his skin. “Imagine how much bigger this belly will get when it’s actually full of my pups.”

Sae’s legs shook violently. A fresh wave of heat made his pussy spasm hard around you. “I-I can’t… I’ll lose my speed- my abs fuck-!”

“You’ll look even better,” you countered, voice dark with promise. You slid both hands up to cup his chest, pinching his nipples until they pebbled. “These will get so sensitive. Swollen and leaking for me every time I touch you.”

That pushed him over the edge.

Sae came with a broken sob, pussy gushing around your cock, walls milking you desperately. His eyes rolled back for a second before he forced them open again, mesmerized by the sight of his own ruined expression and the constant bulge in his stomach.

You didn’t stop.

You pulled out just long enough to spin him around, so he was facing you and his legs wrapped around your waist. Then you drove back inside even deeper like this you could see his tear-streaked face, his swollen lips and the way his pussy stretched obscenely around your thick shaft.

That was a sight to make even a priest give in “Again,” you ordered. “Beg me properly this time.”

Sae’s pride was hanging by a thread. His voice came out hoarse and broken between moans. “Breed me… please fill me until I’m dripping for days… I want your pups so bad g-give me as many as you want-t I’ll-I'll carry them all”

Your knot began to swell, catching on his rim with every thrust. Sae’s eyes widened in panic and lust.

“Hn~ It’s too much your knot ah~!”

You slammed in one final time, forcing the thick knot all the way to his womb hearing the pop you knew it locked. Sae screamed in pleasure as the first powerful spurt of cum flooded his womb. You kept grinding, pumping load after load into him until his belly visibly rounded out, swollen and taut.

You rocked into him slowly, drawing out the pleasure. Sae’s hands clutched at your back, nails digging in as another orgasm tore through him.

By the time your knot deflated and you started a second round, Sae was completely lost to the heat. He wrapped his legs around your waist, pulling you deeper, whispering filthy, broken fantasies between gasps:

“Gonna be so full… round every season… everyone will know you fucked me pregnant… I don’t care just keep breeding me please please-”

You gave him everything he begged for leaving him more bloated and blissed out than the last. His once-flat stomach now looked softly rounded from the sheer amount of cum you’d pumped into him. 

His pussy was puffy, red, and leaking steadily. Only when his heat finally dulled into exhausted satisfaction did you collapse beside him, pulling his limp body into your arms.

---

A year later

The house was louder now. Twin cries echoed from the nursery as you finished warming two bottles. You walked in to find Sae already there, rocking one of the babies against his chest while the other fussed in the crib.

He looked more angelic if that was even possible. His body had changed after the twins: hips a little wider (ass so much more biteable), a faint line of stretch marks across his lower belly, and a small pouch remained still. His abs were slowly coming back but not as chiseled as before.

And yet, he had never looked more beautiful to you.

“Give it here,” Sae said without looking up, voice tired but warm. You handed him the second bottle and watched as he settled both twins-  a boy and a girl  -in his arms with practiced ease. The little girl (who had inherited Sae’s eyes) latched onto the bottle immediately, while the boy kicked happily.

You stepped behind him, arms sliding around his waist. Your hands settled over the soft curve of his stomach the same place you had rubbed almost religiously throughout his pregnancy. 

“Still worried about being ‘fat and slow’?” you murmured against his neck, pressing a kiss there.

Sae let out a quiet huff, but leaned back into you. “I lost three seconds off my sprint time this week. My coach is losing his mind.” He paused as the boy made a small cooing sound. 

A rare, gentle smile crossed his face. “But… they’re worth it.” He turned his head slightly to look at you, cheeks faintly pink.

“I thought I’d regret it. That I’d look in the mirror and hate what pregnancy did to my body so much so i couldn't even image being pregnant.” He glanced down at the twins, then back at you. “Instead I catch myself staring at myself thinking you have blessed me." 

Your chest tightened with affection. You kissed the side of his head, then leaned down to kiss the top of each baby’s head.

“You’re still the best on the field, Sae. And you’re an even better dad.” Your hand rubbed slow circles over his belly again. “This body carried our kids. I love every single change.”

Sae’s ears turned red. He pretended to be focused on feeding the twins, but you caught the shy little smile he tried to hide.

“…Idiot,” he muttered fondly. “Stop saying embarrassing things while I’m holding them.”

The little girl made a happy gurgle, reaching up to pat Sae’s cheek with a tiny hand. His expression melted completely.