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꩜ – FRAT PRESIDENT SATORU GOJO (and the shy girl he's obsessed with!)
(18+) HEADCANONS :: – frat!gojo x innocent!reader, college au, smut, dom!gojo, handjobs, praise, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, slight dub-con
frat president!satoru, who’s used to every type of girl at his party except you, all big eyes, wandering around his house like you didn’t know what to do. he’s asked suguru to offer you everything under the sun in the last thirty or so minutes — a drink, a smoke, a joint. you just politely decline, shaking your head so prettily.
frat president!satoru, who swears he’s just got an ego when he decides he’ll be the one to show you all of that and more. he could do it if suguru couldn’t, if no one else could.
he starts off all nice, walking you to all your classes, offering his sweaters in the lectures you had together (which he only started attending for you), buying you lunch and listening to your cute little rants about your worst profs.
frat president!satoru learns that you like being held when he’s the first one to find you after an exam you swear you’d failed. he doesn’t get it ‘til he’d realized your eyes are all glassy, so shiny as you peered up at him with wobbling lips, trying not to cry in front of him.
frat president!satoru loves the way you’d just melted into his arms after that. he calls you easy to his friends for it, but something inside him never wants to let go whenever you’re willing to press yourself into his chest, wherever you’re willing to do it.
frat president!satoru, who asks you what you’re wearing all the time and sends even prettier things to wear to your dorm when he thinks you can do better.
frat president!satoru, who’s spiraling at night, jerking off to your contact photo, wrapping his large hand around his dick and pretending like it’s that sweet mouth of yours engulfing his length. he imagines how shy you’d be, lips parted wide, smearing pre-cum and replacing your candy lip balm. he wants you tasting like him, those soft cheeks drenched in his cum, eyes screwed shut until he’s all you can think about.
frat president!satoru likes making you need him, doting on you and driving you around like a princess, spoiling you until you frown whenever his hand isn’t on your hip, or whenever he dodges your calls for fraternity meetings. he likes the idea that you might become obsessed with him (like he is with you).
frat president!satoru, who’s grinning cruelly the minute you finally tell him, “you know, you do so much for me, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you.” in that nervous voice of yours one day, while you’re tucked into his side at your apartment.
frat president!satoru, who’s never missed a meeting or a call until that day, when he’s finally got you whimpering shyly in his lap while he gently mouths at your neck, tasting that perfume he’s been searching online for for weeks, whispering about how he’s so grateful you wanna help him out, how sweet you are for making it up to him too even when you didn't have to.
but he’s been waiting for weeks, you’re all soft and impressionable on him, and he’s not letting a moment of your kindness go to waste.
frat president!satoru guides you with a husky voice when he teaches you to spit in your own palm and wrap your hand around his cock, nearly shivering at the contact — “make me feel good, pretty girl, it’s the least you can do.”
frat president!satoru, who just chuckles at the fact that you’re all nervous, looking up at him as if asking what to do next, just for him to wrap his palm around yours, engulfing it entirely. he groans lowly as he moves your palm up and down on his already-hard length, bottom lip catching between his teeth at how warm your hand feels against his dick.
“shit, just keep it like that, baby, up and down…”
frat president!satoru, who kisses you slow when you gasp at how he bucks up into your hand, keeping his own wrapped around it while desperately attempting not to just use you, jerk himself off with your tiny little fingers, maneuver you down and slam himself deep into your tight cunt. “hah — fuck, gorgeous, y— you’re good at this, huh? so good for me, so fucking cute…”
“i’ve never done this before,” you admit into frat president!satoru’s mouth, hushed and breathy like it’s a secret. he wants to fucking laugh, but he’s cut short by a low hiss as you thumb at his slit without him having to teach you, making him lose his mind piece by piece. shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?
“am — am I doing okay, satoru?”
frat president!satoru has nearly had enough of patience when you say that. shit, he bites down into your lip without even realizing, hand tightening around yours when you whimper. and it’s barely enough to notice at first, but he pumps your hand around him faster, growling into your mouth at the way your fingertips flex around his length, making a slick! sound that echoes across the room.
“you’re — shit, just like that — doing perfect, baby. so perfect.” frat president!satoru groans into your throat, even though he’s using your hand like a fuck toy now, smearing his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva all over his huge dick, bucking his hips up into your plush skin like a glorified fleshlight.
the only one he’s dreamed of in the past few weeks, at least.
frat president!satoru gets off on how eager you are to match his pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks to purse your pretty mouth open for him as he spits down your throat and relishes in your confused little whine. he doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s gripping your hand now, forcing you to jerk his cock faster.
“that’s it,” he pants into your lips, “just let me have you, okay? hah— so good, shit, you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”
“satoru—” your voice is a wet dream, how it feathers off around the edges and breaks like you’re not sure.
frat president!satoru groans at the sound of your confusion. “been, fuck, thinking about this, baby. want you creaming on my cock next, yeah? or maybe it’s — haah! — too big for your first time. gotta — shit — prep you first.”
frat president!satoru spills into your hand with one last rough stroke of both your hands around his length, gasping low with his tongue down your throat as he finally lets your hand go. he watches the way your palm shakes, eyes dark, lifting your cum-covered fingertips to your mouth without thinking. and he thinks you won’t do it, until—
your sweet fucking tongue darts out to lick experimentally at your own fingers, and satoru thinks he’s gone to heaven.
frat president!satoru, who can’t help himself when he’s grabbing you by the waist now, laying you flat on your back and coming up to slot his knee between your thighs, committing the way your face scrunches up in both confusion and pleasure to memory. he thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing in the world, and he wants you broken in every way possible until you can’t fuck any other guy without imagining his dick.
“thank you, baby,” he grins against your neck. “can i make you feel good now?”
frat president!satoru, who decided he’d never let you fuck anyone else anyways the moment you'd nodded.
Satoru Gojo didn't think he'd cum in his pants on his first lap dance of his twenty-first birthday.
But there you were- grinding right on his cock to the music - in some slutty little outfit that hardly covered your tits, glittering underneath the red lights. Pretty nipples pressing up underneath that thin lacy material, just begging for his mouth.
He didn't know what to do with his hands, clenched at their sides, when faced with this milf's hips that look so breedable.
It's not like Satoru has even had sex yet - not for lack of opportunities, no - Satoru simply was a busy man, had his early master's degree, top of his class.
Hence why Sukuna and Suguru are laughing, watching him lose his shit with their favorite dancer.
You, their favorite dancer at this club. Oh, and you loved them not just because they tipped well, they were hot of course, but they were the kind of clients to ask about your day. You'd giggle as they did a line right off your neck, letting both of them have your cunt rock against their lap.
You were a single mom with bills to pay, and this was the only way you could stay all day - to dance at night while your mom let the baby sleep over. Was it what you wanted to do? Not forever
But damn you made good money.
Suguru and Sukuna frequently hit the VIP, and that's where everything got just a little filthy, but even then, they were all about you. Kissing on your neck, gripping your thighs, mentioning bringing their nerdy little friend last time and how much he'd just love you - apparently he was a bit of a milf lover.
You didn't expect Gojo to look like this though - nerdy, sure, but you could feel those muscles underneath his dress shirt, you could feel his long fingers pressing into your flesh. He’s blushing even underneath the red lights, you can see it on the bridge of his nose, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
"Is this okay with you?" His friends are laughing at his questions, so you shoot them a glare.
"Sorry, mommy," they both tease, pouting as you roll your eyes, focusing back on Satoru, your hands pressing into his shoulders, long manicured nails pressing in just a bit.
"Focus on me," you tease, rolling your hips and pausing when you feel it. "Good boy, there you go."
He's huge, fuck.
Pulsing underneath his khaki slacks, making your cunt drip. Sure, some clients you got a little excited, but your damn cunt was drooling when he drags you down with his fingers digging into your waist, his tip nudging your twitchy clit underneath the glittering thong you're wearing.
"So pretty," he murmurs all cute, looking up at you, his lips almost brushing a little stretch mark on the side of your tit. "Cute."
Cute.
You pause a bit, heart hammering in your chest, suddenly so intimate you forget his friends and your fellow dancers are in here. You're blushing right with him when he whines out, jerking his hips up again.
"S-sorry, is that... okay to do?! I..." He's got fucked out blue eyes, dark with need, you manage a nod, feeling almost nervous when you've been dancing for two years now - putting yourself through college and paying it with a little baby?
Well it was expensive.
So this job meant a lot - and that also meant not being a blushing mess, no matter how hot the client. But you fear you're rubbing on him with no real rythym, chasing that high of cumming when that's against your own damn rules - his friends have girls on their laps, giggles and soft moans mixing with the loud bass.
But you can only hear Satoru Gojo's whimper.
A whimper that has your cunt clenching around air.
"Feel good?" You murmur in his ear, trying to act unaffected.
He nods, lips hesitantly kissing across your neck, plump lips tasting the glitter right off your skin, just that he can feel himself leak and stick to his digimon boxers, long fingers tightening their grip against your flesh.
"V-very I'm... ah, I'm..." you're soaking wet and so hot, it takes every bit of effort not to slide your panties aside and lose his virginity then and there. He's trembling when you pull back, your cheeks hot to the touch when he caresses them, stealing a little kiss, whining into your mouth. "Sorry..."
"No," you kiss him right back, and with one more movement of your hips - Satoru is busting, so much so it leaks through his boxers, the hot sticky mess clinging to your ruined panties, his moans barely muffled. "Mnh, s'okay..."
"Fuck I just... shit..." He's shutting his eyes and whining, knowing if Suguru and Sukuna knew they'd make fun of him, but you seem to be right with him, whining out, teeth catching your lower lip, gushing all down his lap.
The two of you pause, and you look down to see the mess you both made.
"Oh! Oh," you're both stammering, blushing little messes despite having each others' cum on your skin. "Let me um... I'll... come with me!"
You're dragging him so fast away, struggling to wipe him with napkins in the locker room, smearing the mess of fluids as you kneel.
"It's not coming out, ugh!" You keep wiping at it when you realize you're face level with his cock, and it's already tenting again. "Um, you can tie this around your waist!"
"Oh," you're snatching up your hoodie, tying it and trying to adjust it, when he cups your face, kissing you again, when he gathers the courage - taking a breath.
"Can we have a date?"
"A date...you want..."
"Please?" He pouts all cute, his glasses foggy from your kiss. "So I can give you back your hoodie."
You giggle now. "I have a kid though and..."
"Even better." You blink, then study his dilated blue eyes, his cute cheeks all bright pink. Fuck he's adorable.
"You are a milf hunter then, they were right!" he shakes his head.
"You'd be my first for... all of it. If you want!?" He is stammering now, all nervous, rubbing the back of his neck "We could just hang out, I don't need to..."
"Gojo..."
"Satoru, please. I just came in my pants, can you not tell I like you?"
"You're cute, Satoru..." you manage with a little laugh, tapping his lips. "I'll go on a date with you."
"Yes! I mean!? Okay," he tries to play it cool, even as his heart is racing, getting your number and texting you.
His friends might make fun of that pink hoodie on his waist, but he's the one who is getting a date with you <3
*****
hehe just something cute, I never make toru a virgin ahaha <3
pale, tattooed hands thrust in and out of you as you cry. kaiser’s free hand forcibly opens and separates your legs as he sits behind you on the couch with you on his lap, one leg perched up in between your thighs.
“m-micha—!”
you sob, nails clawing into his arm as one hand wraps around your mouth to keep quiet.
“p–please… ‘m sorry…” you muffle between your fingers, whimpering.
“no way, schatzi. you wanted a rose toy so badly, didn’t you?” he scoffs, completely dismissing your pleas as he quickens his pace.
“i–it was a— fuck..! mmpgh—! a joke..!”
“shh, just take it…” he hums, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in your scent, “be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?”
“micha…” you all but whine, trying to put your face against his in an attempt to guilt trip him, “please, baby… i’m sorry…”
kaiser slows down, looking into your eyes with mock sympathy. “yeah, baby? you’ll be good?”
you nod eagerly, practically writhing underneath his gaze. “p–promise…”
“…i think you’re lying, schatzi,” he smirks before immediately going back bullying your cunt, and if he wasn’t fast before, he definitely is now.
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Bunny Iglesias, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Vivian Hugo
NSFW SMUT
Bunny Iglesias
Absolutely.
He probably already had one before meeting you. Not because of a past partner or anything. He got it on his own accord because he obviously has a breeding kink and he figured he’d get one anyways once he had a partner.
Bunny knew who he was from an early (legal) age…
He didn’t wanna bother with the lengthy conversations about birth control, and IUD’s, so he just took matters into his own hands.
He doesn’t tell you he has one though.
The first time you fuck he’s got you in a mean mating press, legs thrown over his shoulders, thrusting into you hard, and raw.
When you asked if he was gonna wear a condom all he’d said was “I can pull out cariño I do have incredible reflex’s, I’m an athlete after all”
You believed him, because you trusted him. But you should’ve known something was up when you saw the sadistic smile on his face when he slowly entered inside you.
But lost in the pleasure and nervousness with your first time with Bunny, you didn’t pay it much mind.
That was until he came inside you of course.
He was thrusting into you brutally, his hands digging into your thighs, while you scratched at his shoulders. His eyes were locked onto the bulge in your tummy, his fat cock pistoning into you, while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
He moaned and groaned without holding back, the excitement of getting to cum inside you and breed you too much to bear.
“B-Bunny–I’m close” You whined under him, looking up at him with tear filled eyes.
“Yea? Cum for me corazón” He groaned while pushing down on your tummy with his hand.
You both moaned as he gently massaged your tummy where his cock was bulging.
Before you knew it your walls were clamping down on him as you came hard on his cock. Your pussy clenched hard as you moaned out his name, back arching, nails digging into his arms, and juices squirting all across his defined abdomen.
That’s all it took for Bunny to cum with a guttural groan.
He fell on top of you, clutching the sheets as warm ropes filled your pussy up.
Your eyes widened in fear and shock, still shaking from your orgasm “Bunny? BUNNY!?” Your voice rose as the panic set in.
You just had sex for the first time with your boyfriend and he just came inside you.
Shamelessly, he kept rutting into you, fucking himself through his orgasm, making sure every single bit of his cum stayed inside your pussy.
Your eyes filled with tears. You trusted this man and here he was selfishly breaking your trust. Your life was basically over now. You’d have to quit your job, give birth, care for this child, and who knows if Bunny would even care for it to!? His career is so demanding he’d probably leave. His manager would probably throw money at you and tell you to stay out of his life in fear of ruining what they’ve built.
The tears were flowing now, your life was basically over and your big, stupid, boyfriend has still breathily moaning on top of you, his mind clouded by the crazy orgasm he just had.
You hit his shoulder and tried to push him off of you, “You’re so sick Bunny” You said between sobs, squirming under him.
He pulled his head up and had the audacity to smile?
Was he serious?
“Shh, cariño” He was fucking giggling now.
You stared at him, stunned. There was nothing fucking funny about this.
“I have a vasectomy mi amor. You’re okay” He caressed your hair and wipe don’t tears on your face, holding you close to him.
Your mind raced a mile a minute, “You swear?” You asked shakily, extending your pinky out to him.
His eyes softened and his smile faltered slightly when he realized just how mean he’d been, “Swear,” He whispered, intertwining his pinky with yours.
“When the fuck did you get a vasectomy?” You asked, sniffling.
“Long time ago amor” He said lazily as he fell back on top of you again, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
“Oh so you got one for another bitch” Your previous panic was now replaced with annoyance at the thought of your boyfriend having been like this with someone else.
He only laughed lightly against your skin, “No, I had it before ever having a girlfriend,”
“Why-“ Bunny kissed you then, shutting you up.
“Shh, be quiet, I wanna go again” He said, slowly thrusting inside you, “You’re gonna take everything I give you, won’t you amor?”
Sae Itoshi
Sae stared at his phone, deadpan.
Your contact lit up his screen and your voice echoed through the phone, “Sae? Baby? Are you still there?”
“Yea–I–“
“It’s okay you don’t have to answer, just promise you’ll think about it, okay? I gotta go, love you!” Your voice cooed on the other end.
“Love you…” Sae barely got the words out before you hung up.
He stared at the ceiling.
A vasectomy?
He’d never really thought about it before. Well, in all honesty he doesn’t really think about much outside of football, but this was entirely new.
You’d brought it up to him. Something about him always being away for games, IUD’s hurting…birth control side effects? He wasn’t really listening. He’d actually never given it much thought at all.
He’s used to just having sex with you, and it was good, it was nice, a reprieve from his demanding life.
It never occurred to him it could be better. If it’s not broke don’t fix it.
But you were asking, and you never asked for anything.
It would be more convenient. He wouldn’t get caught by paparazzi buying condoms like that one time… and it would open up new doors in your relationship…It would also eliminate any accidental children that may threaten his career…
Sae picked up his phone and called his manager. He cleared his schedule and booked the appointment.
Literally the next day, it was done. And by the time he saw you again, he was all healed. So he wasted no time in throwing himself on you.
You’re both bare, on your bed, him hovering on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his tip is prodding at your entrance.
“Baby, condoms.” You stated shyly.
You hadn’t brought up the topic of a vasectomy again after the first time, because he also hadn’t, so you sort of forgot about it.
But little did you know…
“It’s okay, no need,” Sae breathed on top of you. He was nervous, it was easy to tell. He was breathing heavier than usual despite that impeccable athletes stamina, and his face down to his neck and up his ears was flushed red despite not even being inside you yet.
You looked at your boyfriend, confused, but before you could ponder further he was sliding inside you. Raw.
You let out an obscene moan feeling him fully for the first time. Every ridge, every vein, the slight curve of him, his leaking tip. Every sensation was times a hundred right now.
He pushed in slowly, savouring the new sensation, and so you could really feel him. He could feel your walls clenching around him, pulling him in deeper.
“Sae,” You whined his name, the sensation of him inside you raw, splitting you open being almost too much, but you had to be sensible, “Sae…grab a condom,”
“We’re all out,” He groaned on top of you. He could cum right then and there with the way your walls were spasming around him.
“Then let’s stop. Please, I don’t wanna risk it.” The last thing you wanted to do was stop, but you had to be the responsible one because it seems like your boyfriend had lost all sense. This wasn’t like him at all.
“No. I took your advice, we’re good” Was all he said before he began thrusting into you. Slowly at first, but then completely losing himself in you.
You were so warm, so tight, so wet, and pulling him in like you’d die without his cock buried inside you.
You gripped his shoulders tight, arching your back as he drove into you. Your brain was melted, all sense lost in the pleasure he was giving you, you didn’t even have the consciousness to ponder about what advice of yours he took? It didn’t matter in that moment. All that mattered was you, him, and where you connected.
“Fuck–th-this feels so good,” Sae groaned on top of you. His hands were gripping your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Your head fell back on the pillows, eyes rolling back, as you clawed at his shoulders. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he kept moaning and whimpering?
Sae Itoshi whimpering?
That was new…
But you didn’t mind at all. If anything it only made your pussy wetter, and you pull him deeper into you.
He lifted his head and caught your lips in a kiss, mumbling sweet nothings and praises into your mouth. You swallowed each others moans as he frantically thrust into you, lost in pleasure.
“Sae–“ You whined agaisnt his jaw, “I-I’m close”
He only grunted in response, too busy chasing both your highs.
A few more thrusts and you were cumming all over his cock. You gushed around him, back arching, and that was all it took for Sae to come inside you with a pathetic whimper.
Your walls fluttered around his cock, your pussy pulling his cock impossibly deeper as he shot rope after rope inside you.
You were so blissed out in pleasure you didn’t even have the sensibility to worry that your boyfriend just came inside you. All you could do was lay there, clutching him as you came down from your high.
Sae lifted his head, breathing heavily, and kissed your temple, “I got that thing, you told me to get” His voice trailed off.
Your boyfriend was never the best with words, bless him, but he tried, and that’s when it clicked. Because when dating Sae Itoshi you learn to read between the lines.
“Actually?” You asked, shocked that your boyfriend took time out of his busy schedule to do all that comes with the procedure, and recovery, “I wasn’t actually serious, I was only joking”
“Oh…” Sae stared at you, trying to find out if you were being serious, “Well…I can always reverse it,”
“Don’t you dare,” You replied, pulling him into a kiss.
He smiled against your mouth, “But if you were only joking I don—“
“Shut up,” You mumbled against his mouth before pulling his lips against your own again.
Michael Kaiser
Yes.
Because everyone around him thinks so.
This man is not fit to be a father. And he knows it too, and you know it as well. At least not fit right now, maybe when he stops trying to choke himself out after any minor inconvenience.
With the way he crashes out when he’s not happy with a match…yea he doesn’t put up much of a fight and gets the procedure over with. Maybe he’ll get it reversed in a couple of years, but right now it’s better safe than sorry.
“I feel lighter these days,”
“That’s not how vasectomy’s work Mihya,” You replied rolling your eyes.
It was off season, and you two were spending some time in an expensive Italian Villa. You’re sat on a lounge chair by the pool, hidden under an umbrella for shade, while Michael hauls himself out of the water.
He splashes water from the pool on you, almost drowning the book in your hands, “MIHYA NO” You cry out, trying and failing to shield yourself from the water.
He laughs and lays on top of you, throwing your book aside. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, and you can’t even stay mad at him anymore. You let his still wet body lay on you as you thread your fingers through his hair.
“You’re so mean, and demanding,” You mumbled into his wet hair. You grabbed a towel lying on the table beside you and began drying his wet locks.
“You love it,” He mumbled against your neck, before biting down gently, then soothing over the bite with his tongue.
“Hardly. Look at me taking care of you and you start biting me,” You joked.
“Yea? Let me make it up to you.” He lifted his head and looked up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and that signature smirk on his face.
And that’s how he has you bent over the railing thrusting into you.
The view is incredible, the dick is even better, life can’t get better than this you think.
You’re both completely bare, the sun shining down on you, fucking in broad daylight, without a worry in the world.
Michaels gripping your hip HARD with one hand and the other is tangled in your hair. Your hips are rolling, chasing pleasure and meeting each one of his thrusts, “That’s it, Shatzi,” He breathed, grunting in absolute bliss,
This was your first time fucking since he got the vasectomy and the thought of him cumming inside you had your mind dizzy.
It definitely wasn’t your first time fucking raw, but Michael always pulled out, and knowing that he wouldn’t this time had your arousal dripping down to your thighs.
You both moaned, loud. Good thing there’s no neighbors up here on the Rivera Ligure. Perks of dating the Emperor.
Michael moved to pull you closer, one arm wrapping around your neck in a chokehold and the other around your stomach, holding you up, and feeling himself inside you, hitting that spot with every thrust that he new made you see stars.
One tight squeeze of his arm around your stomach and you were cumming, your orgasm crashing in waves. You could only moan as he held you through your release, your hands unable to grip anything to ground yourself. Nothing except him, on your mind.
As your walls spasmed and clenched around your boyfriend’s cock, and you mumbling his name over and over again, he came inside you with a low moan.
The sensation of his cum shooting inside you, warm, rope after rope sent another wave of pleasure through you, your legs going weak. Michael held your body weight up, as he kept slowly thrusting and rutting into you, prolonging both of your highs, and savouring the moment of cumming inside you for the first time.
“Wow, Schatz. Best thing we’ve ever done,” He breathed against your neck, still holding you up.
“You’ve literally won a world cup,” You breathed out.
“Not comparable to this,” Michael said, slipping out of you and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, “We’re not sleeping tonight”
Vivian Hugo
Absolutely, for certain.
Vivian was losing his mind.
He needed to cum inside you. It was destiny, duh.
But becoming young parents, forcing your body to go through the terrors of birth control, or god forbid an IUD….and pulling out were not destiny. Vivian was sure.
In no world would he make his one and only destined love experience the list of horrors he knew came with birth control, or the horrific pain of an IUD, and he just couldn’t pull out, he was tired of doing it and he was tired of using condoms.
He wanted to be as close to you as two human beings could be. He needed your bodies pressed together, slick with sweat, and limbs entangled, unable to discern where you began and he ended, as he spilled inside you.
So that only left Vivian with two options: 1-Hope and pray one of you was infertile or 2-Get a vasectomy.
After staring at the pages of his blank book for about 10 seconds the choice was obvious, Vivian Hugo was going to get a vasectomy for you.
And it was perfect timing. He went while you were on some sort of trip, and before you got back he was at an away game.
By the time you saw him again, after 3 long weeks, you were both so deprived of each other that you basically pounced on one another immediately.
Vivian wasted no time ripping your clothes off, kissing all over your body and throwing you on the bed.
He kissed your collarbones, up year neck, and to your jaw, then pausing at your temple, “Chérie, you trust me? Right?”
You angled your head back, encouraging him to kiss your neck again and nodded, “Of course,” You said, wondering where he was going with this.
“Then just trust me, please.” He breathed before catching your lips with kiss.
He kissed you passionately, like a man starved. It felt like your first time with each other all over again. Him all sweaty and red in the face like he’d just gotten off the field.
Slowly, as he kissed all over your face, he thrust inside of you, raw.
You both moaned agaisnt each others mouths, hips moving in unison to meet as your bodies blended into each others perfectly.
It was like you were made for each other. The way his dick fit so perfectly inside your pussy, the way he hit that spongy spot inside of you every. single. time.
Destiny is definitely real, because that’s the only way to explain how someone like Vivian Hugo found you.
He kept kissing along your neck and jaw, occasionally biting down to stifle his moans and whimpers, “You feel incredible chérie,” He moaned into your ear.
The sounds he was making and the praises me was mumbling had you clenching around him, pulling him deeper into you, making your back arch and nails dig into his skin with every thrust of his.
You were seeing stars. You did every time he touched you. Oh destiny was definitely real. You weren’t so sure before, but after meeting Vivian, it’s absolute.
Vivian began thrusting faster, harder. Your nails left scratches down his back as your head fell back on the satin pillow, “V-Vivi—I-I’m so close” You whined.
He began thrusting even harder, his movements becoming frantic. He brought his hand to your stomach and pushed down on the bulge his dick had created in your tummy. He couldn’t look at it because it would make him cum immediately.
Instead, he closed his eyes and focused on the movements. Your hips meeting his with each thrust, his tip prodding that spot inside you each time he pushes in, your nails marking up his back, and his lips all over your body.
Vivian squeezes his eyes shut. Feeling you like this, consuming all his senses was going to make him cum immediately, he felt his orgasm approaching him rapidly.
But Vivian, ever the gentleman, never let himself cum before you. So he pressed down harder on your stomach, earning an obscene moan from you right agaisnt his temple. He began massaging your stomach, making sure you felt every single vein and curve of his cock as he fucked you.
Your brain was blank at this point, your boyfriend the only thought in your mind. His big body hovering over yours, his breath agaisnt your neck, his moans in your ear, his cock splitting you open, his hand on your tummy, and the other holding you close. It was all too much.
You came with a shudder against him, and he followed right after.
Your juices displayed across his abdomen as your arousals mixed and dripped down your pussy and onto the expensive sheets.
Vivian kept rutting into you, his mouth on yours, both of you panting heavily into each others mouths.
He dropped on top of you, still sheathed inside as your body’s finally recovered from the aftershocks. Your hands stroked his back and tangled in his hair as he held you close, both of you still shaking, trying to catch your breaths.
“I love you,” He whispered against your mouth before kissing you again, “Thank you for trusting me” He said as he pulled away.
As he stared at you with his glazed over onyx eyes it hit you…Vivian just came inside you.
Your eyes widened, an expression Vivian had never seen on you before overtaking your features.
Before you could say anything he held a finger up to your lips, “I got a vasectomy for you. For us,”
Your eyes softened, and then you hit his chest, “You’re horrible! How could you scare me like that?!” You pouted.
“It was a surprise. You barely noticed. Took it like it’s something we do everyday,” He smiled down at you, admiring your fucked out appearance.
You rolled your eyes at him, “Well I suppose it will become an everyday thing,”
“Don’t get my hopes up, mon chou,” Vivian smiled against your lips as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, and began slowly thrusting into you again.
This isn’t medically correct at all, but who gaf
Is this good, i feel like it’s a little off putting
I’ll make a master list soon! I just wanna write more so there’s actually stuff there. I hate seeing empty master lists like why have one public if it’s empty….
let me know if you guys wanna see anything specific!
i need a real life vivian hugo to come save me from ts, je suis fatigue
zodyl’s got your ankles perched up on his shoulders as he heaved, pushing himself deep, deep inside you as he came.
“that’s… fuck, that’s your third one already, zodyl…” you panted, whimpering helplessly underneath him.
“shh, it’s okay. it’s okay,” he repeated, eyes blinking slowly before separating your legs to position them on either side of him, his thick cock still inside you, unmoving. “i– urghh…” he grunted, gulping as he came down and rested his head against your neck. “i have… so much more to give you, love.”
zodyl started thrusting again, slower this time, gentler.
he wasn’t all that talkative in bed, but his performance does more than make up for it with the way he fills you up, his cock taking up every inch inside you as your warm walls hug him.
the squelching only increases as he speeds up, and truthfully, you have no idea how he’s still going—he’s already came inside you three times prior with no breaks in between.
“g… gotta fill you up, baby… you have to— fu–fuck, yeah… you have to take it all, okay? keep it all in for me…”
and when he cums for the fourth time, he doesn’t pull out immediately, insisting that he needed to keep you plugged in with his cock as to not waste a single drop.
you’re down on your knees as he sits on the couch, legs spread with his knees on either side of you.
his cock is hard and angry and huge in his pants, practically towering over you as you stare at it.
sae rubs himself through his slacks, looking down at you like you’re worth absolutely nothing. his expression is bored, almost uninterested as he lets go and rests his palm against his muscular thigh.
“go on,” he deadpans, eyes sizing you up.
you bring your hands up to his waistband before he cuts you off prematurely.
“what are you doing?”
you look up to see him with a disdained scowl, brows furrowed. his adam’s apple is so prominent in this lighting, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he hated you.
“i didn’t say you could take off my pants, did i?”
“but i—“
“do it quietly or don’t do it at all.”
you gulp, feeling small under his gaze. your sorry eyes flicker around the room, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.
“rub,” he commands.
you obey, hands palming him. his cock is warm—hot, even—against your touch despite the fabric separating him from your bare contact.
he groans, and you muster up the courage to look up at him from below. his head is tilted back on the sofa, his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps. you can see the traces of his veins from this angle, and he looks like a weight has just lifted off his shoulders. he definitely needed this.
“s–shit… keep going…”
you lift yourself up ever so slighty before pressing your cheek against his bulge. sae hisses, turning his head to look at you. he shivers, one hand going up to cover his lower face.
his eyes lock on yours condescendingly before his free hand cups the back of your head and presses you down further.
“fuuuuck, so obedient for me,” he praises, “good girl, baby.”
you feel a sense of pride rush through you, looking up at him through your lashes before licking him through the clothing. sae shivers yet again, stronger this time as he tries to stop himself from hissing.
“n–ngh—!”
you lick up another stripe, alternating between lapping him up and rubbing your face against him.
・❥・smut mdni no one can say no to sex on the beach. especially sae. especially when you're basically begging for it
the beach was empty. nobody for miles, just white sand and black water and a sky full of stars that didn't care about either of you.
you'd pushed him first. some dumb remark about his footwork, teasing him in that way you knew got under his skin, and he'd gone so quiet and still beside you that you almost felt the air change temperature. you knew that quiet. it wasn't calm. it was the two seconds before a storm decides what it's going to destroy.
he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto the sand without a word.
"sae—"
"shut up."
not angry, exactly. just done.
his hands were at your shorts before you could say anything else, yanking the waistband down with the kind of efficiency that came from zero patience and zero interest in drawing this out slowly. the night air hit the inside of your thighs and you shivered, and he watched you do it with those flat teal eyes that gave nothing away.
"cold?" he asked.
"no."
"good." he pushed your thighs apart and looked at you. just looked, for a long moment, the way he assessed a pitch. clinical. bored. like you were a problem he was about to solve very easily. "you talk so much shit," he said, almost to himself. "let's see how much noise you make now."
his fingers found your pussy and you were already wet, embarrassingly so and the sound he made wasn't quite a laugh. more like acknowledgment. like you'd just confirmed something he already knew.
"there it is." his thumb dragged over your clit, slow and deliberate. "you're soaked. been running your mouth all night just to get here, haven't you."
"don't flatter yourself."
one finger pushed inside you and the word you'd been forming dissolved into nothing, just a soft broken sound at the back of your throat.
"say that again." he added a second finger, curling them in a way that made your hips jerk up off the sand. "go on."
you couldn't. you gripped his forearm and he let you, didn't move it away, just kept working his fingers into you with that same measured rhythm he did everything else. no wasted movement. no fumbling. just precise and relentless and god, it felt good. your thighs started shaking and he pulled his hand away.
just. gone.
"sae." your voice came out embarrassingly desperate.
"i know." he was already pulling his swim shorts down, cock hard and thick and you swallowed because you never really got used to the sight of him, the weight of it, even after all this time. he positioned himself between your legs and looked down at you spread out on the sand beneath him, hair tangled, chest heaving.
something crossed his face. gone before you could name it.
"hands above your head," he said.
you obey, obviously.
he pushed in.
slow, at first. letting you feel every inch of it, that stretch that made your toes curl and your mouth fall open. he watched your face the entire time like he was cataloguing your reactions. "that's it," he said, low. "take it." and then he was all the way in, hips flush against yours, and you could feel your pulse everywhere.
then he started moving and thinking became optional.
he fucked you hard, the kind of hard that made the sound of skin meeting skin embarrassingly loud in the open air, his cock driving into you at an angle that hit something deep every single time, and you were already making noise you couldn't control, little choked-off cries that the waves kept swallowing up.
"god, listen to you." he dropped his forearm beside your head to brace himself, face close to yours now, breath warm. "all that attitude. where'd it go, hm?"
"f-fuck you—"
"yeah." his hips snapped forward, harder. "that's what's happening."
your nails dug into the sand. your back arched up to meet him and you hated how good it felt, how completely your body just surrendered to him, like it knew something your pride didn't. he could feel it too, the way you kept clenching around him, desperate and involuntary, and he made a rough sound low in his chest.
"you're close already." not a question. "pathetic."
"don't—" your voice broke. "don't stop—"
"wasn't planning to."
he reached between you and pressed his thumb to your clit and the world came apart. you came hard, hips grinding up against him, thighs locking around his waist and the sound that tore out of you was ugly and nothing like you intended. he kept moving through it, kept fucking you through every aftershock, his rhythm going rougher and less controlled until he buried himself deep and came with his face pressed against your neck, a harsh breath, almost silent.
after.
the waves were still there. still indifferent.
you lay with sand in your hair and his weight half on top of you and the stars blurring a little overhead. every muscle felt soft and wrecked. your thighs were still trembling faintly, that deep satisfying ache already settling in and you could feel him still inside you, the wet sticky evidence of all of it, and you should have said something clever. something that restored the balance.
you didn't.
sae lifted his head and looked at you. really looked, the way he almost never did, something almost unguarded in those teal eyes before his expression settled back into its usual cool blankness. he reached up, without saying a word, brushed a piece of sand off your cheek. slowly. like it mattered.
"next time," he said, quiet, "skip the commentary."
and somehow that was worse than all the mean things. because it meant there was a next time, already assumed, already certain and neither of you were going to do a bloody thing about it.
“shh… just a little more,” sae croons as his hands are latched onto your waist slowly pushing himself into you.
you whimper slightly at his size the head barely pushed through your folds and you’re already a whimpering mess.
“i’m gonna push a bit deeper now, okay?”
you nod letting out a shaky breath he leans forward pecking your forehead with a soft kiss before moving his hips pushing his cock deeper into you.
“ngh- shit,” sae curses under his breath before doing one big thrust shoving his whole size into you.
you both softly groan at the sensation his face moving to rest and lick along your neck.
“…so tight.”
he breathes as he slowly rolls his hips into you. he lifts his head and looks all over your body before seeing your tummy bulge with his cocks imprint.
his fingers move to glide along the bulge making him chew on his lower lip letting out a grunt.
“do you see that?” he says pressing his palm down on the imprint of his cock making you squirm.
“y…yeah.”
he continues to slam his cock into you, hitting your womb making you moan out.
his girthy thick cock filling your insides with each push of his hips.
“m’ so full sae…”
you breathe out feeling the intensity of his thrusts. he leans forward brushing strands of hair off your forehead pressing a kiss,
“yeah? you feel full of my cock?” “you like that don’t you?” he says with a smirk on his face.
his balls slapping against your ass and the lewd wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you echoing through the dark room.
you nod biting your lower lip you can’t even think straight at this point.
sae shakes his head and shoves two of his fingers in your mouth.
“ah ah. no biting those pretty lips. you’ll make em bleed.”
you nod and suck on his fingers to distract you from biting down so hard on your bottom lip.
he groans when he feels you suck on his fingers making him slam deeper into you. balls deep. having you both panting.
“fuck. i’m so close baby.” “keep sucking my fingers like that.” you suck harder on his fingers feeling his cock slam into you thrust after thrust.
his girthy cock sliding against your gummy walls making you moan around his fingers.
and with one final snap of his hips he lets out a breathy moan spilling his hot load into you.
his balls tightening as he cums spurt after spurt. his cum dripping out of your pussy. he pants leaning forward pressing his face against your neck.
“mmgh. you did so good today. you barely whined.” he says sucking on your neck.
“let’s clean my pretty girl up now, yeah?”
he says leaving his cock in you for a few more seconds before pulling out. his cum fully spilling out of your white covered walls.
making him smirk at the sight of it,
sliding his fingers down at his left over cum and shoving his two fingers back into your mouth making you lick his seed.
A/N:
sorry this is lowkey buns… this is what happens when you don’t write for a week and now you’re a luke warm writer („• - •„)
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content . . ৎ → in which they reluctantly discover that "happy wife, happy life" might just be the secret to a happy marriage with you ☆
ft. rin itoshi, julien loki, michael kaiser, reo mikage, shidou ryusei, barou shoei, and godwin kuso ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
˚₊‧꒰ა ITOSHI RIN
The shopping bag looked strangely out of place in Rin's hand.
Normally, he'd come home carrying groceries, sports drinks, or whatever happened to be on his list after training. Today, however, he stood by the front door holding an oversized paper bag that looked suspiciously difficult to explain.
Across the living room, you barely acknowledged his arrival.
"Welcome home," you mumbled without looking away from the television.
A familiar voice echoed through the speakers.
"Where's everyone going? Bingo?"
It had become something of a weekend tradition for the two of you. Rin loves horror games almost as much as football, so your evenings often ended with the two of you replaying Resident Evil together. He'd focus on conserving ammunition and solving puzzles.
You, unfortunately, were much more invested in Leon Kennedy.
Rin glanced from the television to the shopping bag in his hand before quietly setting his keys down.
"...You've played this game four times."
"I know."
"You already know what happens."
"I know."
"You still laughed."
"...Because Leon's funny."
Rin stared at the blond man on the television for a long second.
"...Can you pause the game for a second?"
That finally caught your attention.
You turned around, only to find him nudging the paper bag toward you with the same reluctant expression people wore when handing over paperwork they didn't want to sign.
Curiosity quickly replaced your confusion. You reached inside, your fingers brushing against soft fabric before finding... considerably more fabric than expected.
"...Rin?"
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he rested an elbow against the armrest, already looking like someone preparing himself for the consequences of his own decisions.
"You kept saying it was sold out," he said simply. "So... I bought it."
You pulled the contents free.
Silence settled over the living room.
A life-sized Leon Kennedy body pillow stared back at you.
You looked at Leon.
Then at Rin.
Then back at Leon again.
"...You bought me the Leon Kennedy body pillow?"
Rin avoided your eyes with impressive determination.
"You've mentioned wanting one every single time we've walked past that hobby store." A quiet sigh escaped him. "After the eighth visit, I figured listening to you mourn it forever would be more exhausting than buying it."
The realization hit all at once.
Without a shred of dignity, you hugged the pillow to your chest as though reuniting with a long-lost lover.
"...Leon."
Across the room, Rin watched his own spouse enthusiastically embrace another man.
Granted, the other man happened to be printed on polyester. Oh, that technicality did very little for his mood.
"Oh my gosh... Rin, look at him! They actually used the official artwork!" You turned the pillow around excitedly, admiring every little detail as though it belonged in a museum. "The jacket! The gloves! They even got the stupid haircut right! This is literally the sold-out version!"
You looked seconds away from crying tears of joy.
"I've wanted this forever..."
"...You really like it," he observed quietly.
"I love it!" You immediately wrapped both arms around the pillow again, happily squeezing it against your chest. "I don't think you understand how impossible these are to find anymore. Rin, this is genuinely the best surprise you've ever given me!"
"...I see."
His response came quietly.
You were far too busy admiring the body pillow to notice.
"It'll look so cute on the bed... Oh! Or maybe the couch? Actually..." You tilted your head thoughtfully. "No, definitely the bed."
Across the room, Rin sat perfectly still.
His gaze drifted from you......to Leon.
...then back to you again.
A long, contemplative silence settled over the living room.
Only when you looked up to show him the pillow again did you finally notice the look on his face.
"...Rin?"
"I've been home for less than ten minutes." His voice remained as calm and matter-of-fact as ever, which somehow made it even funnier. "You've hugged him three times, complimented his hair twice, and you've already decided he's sleeping in our bed."
You instinctively glanced down.
...You were, in fact, still hugging Leon.
"...Oh."
Rin rested his cheek against one hand, watching the scene unfold with the quiet resignation of a man who had accidentally sabotaged himself.
"I thought I was buying my wife a present."
Another small pause.
"It appears I've introduced a third party into our marriage."
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
"Rin, you're acting like you're competing with a pillow."
"I am."
"It's literally stuffed cotton."
"And yet..." His eyes lingered on the way you instinctively hugged it a little closer while laughing. "...it's winning."
That somehow made you laugh even harder.
Rin watched you cling happily to the pillow he'd reluctantly purchased, wearing the resigned expression of someone who had engineered his own downfall with frightening efficiency.
"...I was trying to make you happy," he muttered.
"You did."
Still smiling, you carefully set Leon against the couch before wandering over to your husband instead.
Without a word, you slipped your arms around his waist and rested your chin against his chest.
"You know..." you said thoughtfully, "...there might be a way to make this easier."
"...There isn't."
He looked down at you with obvious suspicion.
"...You know, if you're really that worried about competing with Leon..." You reached up to smooth a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. "You could always cosplay him next Halloween. I'll even buy the jacket, the tactical gear... everything."
Rin blinked.
Rin stared at you. He actually thought about it. Then his eyes wandered to the body pillow on the couch. A quiet sigh escaped him.
"...I'd still lose."
You reached up, gently smoothing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead before laughing softly. A faint smile finally found its way onto his face before he rested his forehead against yours.
"...I'm still throwing that wig away after Halloween."
"I wasn't talking about the wig."
He looked at you questioningly.
"I was talking about Leon." Your grin widened. "He'd think you'd look handsome too."
Rin let out the longest, most defeated sigh imaginable before wrapping his arms around you anyway.
"...Next time," he mumbled into your hair, "I'm buying you flowers. Flowers don't sleep in my bed."
˚₊‧꒰ა JULIEN LOKI
"You've asked me three times already."
The snowy trail crunched beneath your boots as Julien glanced over his shoulder, looking far too amused for someone who'd been dragging you uphill for the better part of an hour.
"And I'll ask a fourth," you replied, tugging your scarf a little higher. "Exactly how much longer are you planning to torture me?"
He didn't even hesitate.
"...Five minutes."
You stared at him.
"That's what you said fifteen minutes ago."
"It was."
"So you lied."
"No." A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You simply climbed slower than I calculated."
You let out an exaggerated gasp.
"...Did you just blame me for your estimate?"
"I prefer to think of it as encouraging self-improvement."
"You are unbelievable."
"I've been told confidence is one of my better qualities, mon cœur."
You laughed despite yourself.
Hiking had always been one of Julien's favorite ways to spend the off-season. The mountain trails challenged him just enough to keep things interesting, and he claimed the climb made the view feel earned.
You were beginning to suspect he mostly enjoyed watching you grumble your way to the summit.
"...You're smiling."
"I am."
"You're enjoying this."
"A little."
"You are terrible."
"I've been called worse."
He guided you over the ice with effortless ease. Julien made a mental note to stop sounding like he was assigning homework. Coaching Paris X Gen had evidently done irreversible damage.
"You've done well," he said. "Just a little farther."
"...You promise?"
"I do."
He wasn't exaggerating this time.
A few minutes later, the trees gave way to an open ridge blanketed in untouched snow. Before you had the chance to admire the view, Julien stepped in front of you.
"Close your eyes."
You laughed.
"...Should I be worried?"
"If you were, I'd already be carrying you back down the mountain."
"I suppose that's reassuring."
"It was meant to be."
You smiled before closing your eyes anyway. And the, his hands found yours immediately, warm despite the winter air.
"...Ready?"
You nodded.
"You can look now."
Your eyes slowly opened. For a brief, impossible moment...
You forgot how to breathe.
The night sky stretched endlessly above the mountains, painted with ribbons of emerald, violet, and pale blue that drifted across the darkness like waves of light. They shimmered so gently they almost didn't seem real, illuminating the untouched snow below with an otherworldly glow.
The aurora.
You stood completely still.
"...Julien."
Your voice came out barely above a whisper.
"It's..."
You couldn't finish.
You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sky.
Julien already had. But, he was far more interested in watching you.
"I thought you'd like it…I checked the forecast before we left and apparently there was a high chance it'd appear tonight."
"You planned this whole hike..."
"So you'd see it."
A laugh escaped you, though your eyes had already begun to sting.
"...You walked me up a mountain just to surprise me?"
"I would've carried you if I'd needed to."
His answer was so matter-of-fact that you almost laughed again.
Instead, you turned to him.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"I don't think I've ever seen anything this beautiful."
His gaze drifted upward for only a heartbeat before returning to you.
"I think you're mistaken," he said with a quiet smile. "The most beautiful thing I've seen tonight has been standing beside me this entire time."
Warmth rushed to your cheeks despite the freezing air.
"...You definitely planned that."
"I had the entire hike."
A laugh escaped you as you slipped a little closer.
"I'm really glad I came."
"So am I."
Julien brushed a gloved thumb across your cheek before taking your hand again.
The two of you stood quietly beneath the dancing lights, snow settling softly around your boots. After a while, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
"I wanted you to see the aurora at least once," he admitted. "But seeing you smile like this..."
His gaze lingered on you for a moment.
"...I think I ended up with the better view."
˚₊‧꒰ა MICHAEL KAISER
Morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, warming the bedroom long before you had any intention of leaving the comfort of your blankets.
"...Good morning, Liebling."
Your eyes fluttered open to find Kaiser already sitting beside you, looking suspiciously pleased with himself. Resting across his lap was a breakfast tray complete with coffee, fresh fruit, warm pastries, and a vase no larger than your palm.
Inside it sat a single rose. Freshly picked, tiny droplets of dew still clinging to its crimson petals.
You blinked once before looking back at him.
"...Breakfast in bed?"
"I figured my wife deserved a pleasant morning."
He offered you the flower before anything else.
"The rose comes first."
You accepted it with a smile, carefully brushing your thumb over one of the petals.
"...It's beautiful."
"I know."
Your eyes narrowed playfully.
"...Were you complimenting yourself or the flower?"
"The distinction is entirely up to you."
You laughed softly, gently turning the rose between your fingers.
Living with him meant never knowing when he'd decide to be insufferably charming, and somehow, it always worked.
Only then did your gaze drift toward his hands.
Faint traces of soil still clung beneath his fingernails, stubborn despite however thoroughly he'd tried to wash them away. It was a sight you'd grown surprisingly fond of over the past few months.
"...You were out in the garden again."
Kaiser glanced down at his hands before giving an absent nod, almost as if he'd forgotten the evidence was still there.
"The roses needed pruning."
"And you picked this one on the way back?"
"It seemed like the obvious choice."
When his therapist first suggested gardening as a therapeutic activity, you'd quietly wondered how long it would last.
Kaiser had never been particularly fond of getting his hands dirty, and the first few weeks certainly hadn't inspired much confidence. He complained that roses were dramatically high-maintenance, accidentally overwatered more than one flowerbed, and once insisted that weeds were simply "plants with poor public relations."
You'd laughed through every setback.
Somewhere along the way, though, the complaints became observations, and the frustration turned into dedication. Now he was the one waking up before sunrise to check on new blooms before training, treating every rose with the same patience and care he'd once claimed he didn't have.
"...I'm proud of you, darling."
He looked up from the breakfast tray, a hint of curiosity replacing the quiet satisfaction he'd been wearing all morning.
"Proud?" he echoed.
You nodded, gently lifting the rose between the two of you.
"You could've dropped this whole gardening thing after a week and nobody would've blamed you. Instead, you stuck with it, even when it was frustrating." A small smile found its way onto your lips. "Look at you now. You grew an entire garden."
For a brief moment, he simply watched you.
Then his gaze drifted to the rose in your hand before returning to your face.
"Well, once I realized every flower that bloomed would eventually end up in your hands... it became something I looked forward to."
Your heart melted a little.
"...You're unfairly romantic before breakfast."
The corner of Kaiser's mouth lifted into a smile.
"I've found mornings are the best time to remind my wife that she's loved."
With breakfast long forgotten, the two of you decided to wander into the garden. Your fingers remained loosely intertwined as Kaiser led you along the familiar stone path, occasionally stopping to brush away a stray leaf or inspect a bloom that had opened overnight.
You'd always admired roses.
Kaiser, on the other hand, had grown unexpectedly fond of watching you admire them.
"...You know what this garden needs?"
Michael glanced over.
"Hm?"
"A blue rose."
A laugh escaped him.
"That's rather unfortunate, Liebling."
"I know." You sighed dramatically, still eyeing the empty space. "They're not real, but they'd be beautiful if they were."
He considered your words for a moment before stepping in front of you.
"...I suppose there's one you can still admire."
Before you could ask what he meant, his fingers gently found your wrist, guiding your hand upward until your fingertips rested against the blue rose tattoo curling elegantly across his neck.
His smile was subtle.
Almost unbearably pleased with himself.
"...You'll have to settle for this one."
You couldn't help laughing as your thumb gently traced the familiar ink.
"I don't mind."
"No?"
"I've already got the flowers." Your gaze lifted to meet his. "And I get to keep the gardener."
The smug smile he'd been wearing softened almost instantly. Without another word, he intertwined his fingers with yours and continued walking, looking every bit as satisfied as the roses blooming around him.
˚₊‧꒰ა REO MIKAGE
The VIP seats overlooked the circuit as the engines roared through the stands. You and Reo watched the cars line up on the grid, both already focused before the race had even started.
“You actually got these seats?”
Reo adjusted his sunglasses with a proud smile. “Of course.”
“You say that like this is a normal weekend plan.”
“For us, maybe.”
You laughed, looking back at the track.
The two of you had been waiting for this race for months. Reo knew every detail about the schedule, you had your favorite drivers picked out, and the debate over the podium had started before you even arrived.
“You still think he’s taking the podium?”
Reo glanced at you. “Yes.”
“You said that last race.”
“And I was close.”
“Close doesn’t count.”
He smiled. “You only say that because I was right about qualifying.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you still keep watching races with me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.
The lights went out, and both of you immediately turned toward the track. Reo leaned forward, analyzing every move with the same sharp focus he used on the field.
“Look at that gap,” Reo said, eyes fixed on the track.
You followed his gaze and smiled. “He’s setting up the overtake. You’ve been talking about this strategy all week.”
Reo glanced at you, impressed. “And you actually remembered.”
“Of course I did. I like hearing you get excited about things.”
A small smile appeared on his face before he turned back to the race.
“I like that you notice,” he admitted.
You looked at him, amused. “You’re enjoying this a lot.”
Reo watched the cars speed past. “Of course I am.” He glanced at you, his expression softening. “I get to watch my favorite sport with my favorite person. What’s not to enjoy?”
You shook your head, smiling.
“You really know how to make everything sound dramatic.”
Reo grinned. “I’m a dramatic person.”
“That’s true.”
The two of you laughed and returned your attention to the race. Later, during a quieter moment, you leaned against his shoulder.
“You know you didn’t have to plan everything so perfectly, right?”
Reo looked down at you, a small smile on his face. “I know.”
“Then why did you?”
“Because I wanted today to be something we’d remember.”
Your expression softened as you looked around at the race, the atmosphere, and the effort he had put into making everything perfect.
“You’re lucky you’re charming.”
“I know.”
“You’re not even going to deny it?”
“No. I’ve accepted my strengths.”
You laughed, shaking your head.
The final lap arrived, and both of you were back on the edge of your seats, cheering as the cars crossed the finish line.
When the race ended, Reo reached for your hand.
“So? Worth the wait?”
You squeezed his hand, still smiling.
“Best race I’ve seen.”
His expression immediately brightened.
“Good.”
You looked at him. “You were waiting for my review?”
“Obviously. You have excellent taste.”
The luxury seats, the roaring engines, and the unforgettable race were everything he had hoped for. But the moment Reo would remember most was sitting beside you, sharing something he loved with someone who made it even better.
˚₊‧꒰ა SHIDOU RYUSEI
"...Why are we at an airfield?"
Shidou glanced at you, then toward the plane waiting on the runway, as if the answer should've been obvious.
"Because we're jumping out of it, baby."
You looked at him, then at the plane, then back at him.
"...I'd like to go back to the hotel."
"Too late."
He slung an arm around your shoulders, already steering you toward the check-in counter.
"I booked this weeks ago."
"...Weeks?"
"'COURSE! You don't just wake up and accidentally skydive."
"...You apparently do."
He laughed so hard he nearly walked past the entrance.
Living with Shidou meant every vacation came with a mystery activity. Sometimes it was harmless. Sometimes it involved willingly leaving an airplane.
Anyhow, ten minutes later, you stood in a harness as the instructor checked the straps one last time.
"...I look ridiculous."
Shidou gave you a slow once-over before breaking into a grin.
"BABY, YOU LOOK COOL AS HELL!"
"I look vacuum-sealed."
"Exactly."
"..."
"...Cool as hell."
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
He only laughed, reaching over to straighten one of your loose shoulder straps before giving it an approving pat.
"There."
"...That did absolutely nothing."
"It made me feel useful."
"You've already dragged me here."
"I prefer the word inspired."
"...Threatened."
"NAH!"
His grin softened.
"I JUST KNOW YOU'D END UP LOVING IT!"
The plane climbed higher, but your confidence dropped. You kept your eyes on the cabin floor while the instructor explained what to expect.
Beside you, Shidou was practically vibrating with excitement.
"BABY, LOOK OUTSIDE!"
"...No."
"C'mon."
"No."
"JUST ONE PEEK."
"Absolutely not."
He bumped your shoulder with his.
"YOU'RE MISSIN' OUT."
"I'm preserving my sanity."
He laughed quietly before slipping his hand into yours.
"...You're really scared, huh?"
"A little?"
"You say that like you're not crushing my hand."
"...Sorry."
"Don't be."
His fingers squeezed yours back.
"I like knowing you trust me."
The words caught you off guard.
Before you could answer, the cabin door opened and a rush of wind swept through the plane. Every instinct in your body demanded a refund.
You grabbed the front of his jumpsuit.
"...If I die..."
He leaned closer.
"...you owe me one last kiss."
Shidou blinked.
Then laughed so hard one of the instructors snorted beside him.
"C'mere, baby."
He cupped your face with both hands before kissing you without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested lightly against yours.
"If anything tries to steal you from me..." That familiar, fearless grin returned. "...it's gonna have to beat me first."
Before your heart could recover, you were falling.
Your scream disappeared into the wind as Brazil stretched endlessly beneath you, the coastline glittering under the afternoon sun. Beside you, Shidou was laughing. Not because you were scared, but because he couldn't believe he got to experience this with you.
Somewhere between the panic and the impossible feeling of flying, you started laughing too.
By the time the parachute opened, the fear had turned into exhilaration.
"...RYU!"
"WHAT?!"
"...This is actually incredible!"
His laugh echoed through the open sky.
"I KNEW YOU'D LOVE IT, BABY!"
"...You definitely could've mentioned this part first!"
"Would've ruined the surprise!"
When your feet finally found solid ground again, your knees immediately gave out.
You collapsed onto the grass with the dramatic sigh of someone who had just survived several near-death experiences. Shidou landed moments later, still wearing the biggest grin you'd ever seen.
"So?"
He crouched beside you.
"Worth it?"
You looked up at the endless blue sky, then at your husband. A smile slowly spread across your face.
"...Heck yeah."
"I KNEW IT!"
He threw both fists into the air in celebration before immediately offering you a hand back to your feet.
"...I'm never doing that again."
"YEAH YOU ARE!"
"...No."
"YEAH, 'CAUSE NEXT TIME WE'RE HOLDING HANDS THE WHOLE WAY DOWN!"
You stared at him.
"...That's somehow an even worse idea."
Shidou only laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulders as the two of you started walking back together.
"MAYBE!" He planted an unapologetic kiss on your temple. "BUT IT'D BE A HELL OF A FIRST ANNIVERSARY PHOTO!"
˚₊‧꒰ა BAROU SHOEI
The kitchen was already spotless when you sat down, the table perfectly arranged and a full gourmet meal waiting in front of you. Your eyes immediately went to the apron tied around his waist.
World’s Best Househusband (And King)
You smiled.
“You actually wore it, sweetheart.”
His expression immediately soured. “Don’t sound so surprised. It’s an apron. It’s not like I’m wearing something ridiculous.”
“You’re wearing an apron that says you’re the best househusband.”
“It was your gift.”
“And you kept it.”
“Because throwing away useful things is stupid.”
You laughed softly. “You hate that it says househusband.”
“I hate that you think it’s funny.”
“I think it’s cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
“You’re a terrifying striker who cleans the kitchen better than anyone and cooks me a meal like this while wearing a silly apron. It’s adorable!”
He clicked his tongue. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“Maybe I am.”
He sat across from you, pretending he wasn’t affected.
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet you made my favorite dishes.”
“That’s because I know how to cook properly.”
You took a bite, the flavors coming together perfectly. The seasoning was balanced, the presentation was flawless, and even the smallest things were prepared exactly how you liked them.
You immediately smiled.
“Sweetheart, this is amazing.”
“I know.”
“You could at least pretend to be humble.”
“I’m being accurate.”
You shook your head, laughing.
You rested against his arm, still smiling from the meal.
“People always say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
Barou raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “That saying is outdated.”
“Maybe,” you said, holding onto him tighter, “but it works both ways.”
Before he could argue, you looked around the spotless kitchen, the carefully prepared dishes, and the man beside you who had spent hours making everything perfect.
“You’re the best chef, housekeeper, football player, and husband ever.”
“I am not a househusband.”
You glanced at the apron he was still wearing.
“You cook, clean, organize everything, and somehow still find time to train every day.”
Barou clicked his tongue. “That’s called having standards.”
You smiled. “You’re proving my point, darling.”
He looked away, clearly refusing to acknowledge that you had a point.
“You exaggerate too much.”
“I appreciate you.”
“You make it annoying.”
“I think you like being appreciated.”
“I tolerate it.”
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s true.”
Your smile only grew. “You’re a terrible liar.”
Barou opened his mouth to respond, then stopped himself. Instead, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Eat your food before it gets cold.”
You blinked, amused. “…Wow. Is that your way of shutting me up?”
He gave a quiet grunt, looking away. “No. It’s my way of making sure my favorite customer enjoys the meal without getting distracted.”
You laughed softly. “Favorite customer?”
“You’re the only one allowed to criticize my cooking.”
You smiled, resting against him as you took another bite.
The food was perfect, the kitchen was spotless, and the man beside you was still pretending the apron and the affection meant nothing. But when he quietly reached over to fix your plate and pressed another small kiss to your temple, you knew better.
The King could deny the apron all he wanted.
He could never deny how much he loved taking care of you.
˚₊‧꒰ა GODWIN KUSO
The night had been unusually clear.
Countless stars stretched across the sky without a single cloud interrupting them, their light reflecting faintly against the quiet lake ahead. It wasn't uncommon for evenings like this to end outside. If Kuso ever had a free night, there was a good chance you'd find him somewhere beneath an open sky, quietly pointing out constellations you'd immediately forget the names of.
"...That one's Altair," he said, his gaze never leaving the sky as he traced an invisible line between several stars. "One of the brightest stars visible from Earth. People often mistake that one for Vega, but they're easier to distinguish once you know what you're looking for."
You squinted thoughtfully.
"...I think I see it."
"You've said that before."
"I know." A sheepish smile found its way onto your face. "I'm trying."
"I know."
His voice carried the faintest trace of amusement.
"And I appreciate the effort."
Satisfied with yourself, you nodded anyway.
"I'm going to get it eventually."
"I don't doubt that."
The conversation drifted onward as naturally as it always did. Godwin had a habit of speaking about the things he loved with such quiet sincerity that it was impossible not to listen. Watching him speak so earnestly about the things he loved had always been one of your favorite sights.
It was also, admittedly, one of the reasons you'd fallen in love with him.
After a while, he reached into his jacket and quietly placed a small velvet box in your hands.
It wasn't shaped like a ring box; it was far too flat. Because of this, curiosity got the better of you almost immediately.
Inside rested a certificate and a carefully folded star chart. You looked at him in obvious confusion.
"...What is this?"
"It's a star registry," he explained. "There are organizations that let you symbolically register a star in someone's name. It isn't used by astronomers, but the registration itself is permanent."
You blinked.
"...Wait..."
Your eyes dropped back to the certificate.
"...Is this saying..."
A smile crossed his face.
"I registered one in your name." A small smile settled across his face. "You always ask me which star is my favorite whenever we come out here. I realized I'd been giving you a different answer every time."
He glanced toward the sky again.
"I wanted to fix that."
Your vision blurred before you could stop it.
"So from now on," he continued, "if you ever ask me that question again... my answer will always be the same."
He unfolded the accompanying chart, tracing one set of coordinates with a gloved finger.
"I made sure it's visible from here," he said, handing you the map. "That way, these evenings don't have to change. We'll still come out here, you'll still ask me questions..." A quiet chuckle escaped him. "Only this time, I'll know exactly which star to point at."
You looked from the chart...
...to the endless sky above...
...then quietly slipped your hand into his.
"I don't think anyone will ever be able to top this."
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
"I wasn't trying to." His thumb brushed slowly across your knuckles. "I only wanted to leave you with something that would still be here years from now. Long after tonight becomes a memory, you'll be able to look up and know there's a little corner of the sky that will always remind me of you."
You couldn't find the words. Not when your heart felt this full.
Godwin seemed to understand.
He simply lifted your joined hands and pressed the gentlest kiss against your knuckles, lingering there for just a moment before lowering them again. His smile was quiet and content, as though seeing yours had already made every bit of planning worthwhile.
You'd spent years believing Godwin loved the night sky more than anything.
It turned out...
He'd simply been waiting for the perfect way to share it with you.
couldn’t find enough kuso fics, so i decided to take the first step and write one myself. please join me in spreading the propaganda and make more kuso content because this man deserves it! also this was somehow inspired after watching rio 2 (if you get the reference, i love you). ☆
abstract. why pay attention to your smutty books when your man can just recreate your favorite scenes with you instead? <3
ft. michael kaiser, bunny iglesias, vivien hugo, sae itoshi
cw. requested ; smut: mirror sex, creampies, marathon sëx, edging, bondage (using a belt (?)), making a tape — #unedited
aniyaps: consider this the long overdue 1k celebration + posting this in time for my 19th ! yippee ◡̈
⊹ ࣪ ˖ michael kaiser
kaiser was mad. not for the obvious reasons like yoichi somehow managing to irk him at practice again, rather you. obviously he's not pissed or enraged, rather just annoyed... and sexually frustrated.
"darling... having fun?" — "mhm..."
here he was, getting ready for you and taking his sweet-ass time in the shower to probably have some intimacy with his beloved girlfriend, and there you were, reading another goddamn book with your legs crossed and you just biting your lower lip.
he wasn’t one to really be verbally expressive when it came to his feelings, but he missed you. ever since moving to madrid to play for re al, he wants to take advantage of his short vacation in berlin to see you and possibly spend some time with you… and have some fun.
but what the hell were you doing?!
kaiser wasn't one to really judge your interests or hobbies but here he was, smelling and feeling and looking fucking fantastic and ready for you to fuck and pounce on him, and there you were, looking like you were getting horny over words on a shitty piece of fucking paper on a shitty book?
"what the hell are you even reading? what the fuck is that?" — "a book, mihya. you read them all the time."
he scoffed. "yeah, but not... what the hell? lemme see!”
and after a very short game of tug of war, kaiser’s eyes were met with the most egregious piece of writing he’s ever read.
“mirror sex…? huh? dirty talk?” his gaze fixed on you, and then the evidently large mirror in your bedroom, facing directly in front of the bed.
so your mihya had an idea. why not indulge you. why not take this as an opportunity for the both of you to get what you want: for you to live out your sexually explicit fantasies, and for him to be in you. so….
“god, baby. you’re fucking beautiful, yeah?”
he rasped, guiding your hips on his cock—seeing how you simply fell apart. he had you in pronebone, with your back facing him.
kaiser held the book you once read, gripping your hips and slamming into you with one hand and reading for directions with the other. he was so goddamn teasing.
“he then began to sweet talk her. oh, how nasty he was—she felt her cunt flutter at the contents of his words, praising yet demeaning at the same time and she loved it. yeah? you like that shit, n/n?”
and it’s like you had no shame reading straight up porn in front of your lover, because you tightened up too after he read that excerpt.
“c’mon, pretty girl. look at how stunning you look taking my cock.”
“mhmmm! yes, baby! all f’youuuu—!” you screamed in the sheets, whining loudly when he pulled your hair up so you’d see your tear-stained face and marked up neck for the mirror to reflect.
for the whole time that michael kaiser has known you, never did he think his innocent little girlfriend would be such the savant when it comes to such literary works… or rather straight up book porn.
he began laughing, thrusting into you almost vehemently at how your eyes fucking rolled from how he had you—crying out and scratching and gripping the sheets while your back arched like a cat.
“fuck, i love you… i really fucking love you.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ vivien hugo
you and your lover occasionally have ‘at-home’ dates, where either of you crash at the other’s apartment while you figure out what to do. whether it be cooking or watching movies, it’s fun and cathartic. really cute for dates.
in particular, for today's date you had decided on reading (at least in your case), while vivien listened to sports commentary while looking at his blank book. but in this occasion, he was finished. he had already articulated his next strategy on how to help his striker and was going to speak before he just stared at you. well… he stared at your book and your rather… interesting expression.
“chérie… what are you reading?” your eyes were narrowed, lips curved to a smile while you bit your lower lip, and you tapping your thigh. dare he say, you looked like you were aroused...? or maybe he was just being a pervert thinking that way but...?
“nothing…” “doesn’t seem like that—?”
maybe it was your fault for being too trusting of vivien, but you found yourself hesitantantly sliding the book over to him. he yaps all the time about destiny and shit—so your smut shouldn’t be that bad? right?
and then, did his usually pale face turn red. like beet red. his eyes widened too.
“o-oh… um. love, can i—uh… ask something?” — “sure.”
“what in god’s name is…? i… you want to record our sexual encounters?” he began reading, still his voice quivered with absolute sheepishness.
“she felt her cunt pulse at the thought—both of them being recorded in their most vulnerable state being together. she could only imagine how hot it would be, to see herself be nothing but a cocksleeve for her lover as he demeans her—? y-you’re into that?”
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t thrill you, so you sheepishly nodded.
and so, hugo went to sit down by you on the love seat, and took his phone from his pocket, motioning to it.
“fine. as long as it makes you happy.”
that’s all he needed to say for you to absolutely relish in what you’d do.
“chéri, come on, you can take it? you goddamn slut.”
it was thrilling, for your boyfriend to talk so dirty and be so vocal during sex where you’d film it. he usually grunted, moaned a little, and call you pretty and beautiful… but he’d never outright talk like that.
well, that's what you thought, until he began playing with your pussy on camera.
“look how wet your pretty little pussy is…” the camera was propped on the coffee table, standing on top of the books you two were “reading” while it captured you grinding against his hand. you could feel how his thick fingers made a scissoring motion, how they curled inside you with finesse—and how your legs shook every time, with the sound of your dripping cunt echoing in your ears.
and even when he fucked you with his cock, did it feel even more thrilling with the camera on. “attagirl, pretty. ride me just like that…”
you began riding him, moving your hips in figure-8s while he threw his head back and squeezed your plush hips as your arms around his neck only tightened.
you felt his cock so deep in this position, all the while, the camera was rolling and you could tell how your boyfriend was struggling to keep his moans to himself, quietly groaning with every move of your hips.
and even when your eyes looked over at the camera, your boyfriend held your chin, making you hold eye contact with his sweet onyx eyes.
“focus on me, chéri. eyes on me. only on me.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ bunny iglesias
some say curiosity always kills the cat, but this time, it killed your boyfriend bunny (figuratively, of course).
you had been reading this specific book for a while, and every time he had tried to take a peek at what you were reading, you'd always slam the book shut and leave, with your face burning and your expression evidently flustered. but this time, you were taking a shower, and here was the book you’d been reading, wide open (not really, your bookmark was peeking though) on your nightstand.
and after the forty minutes of your shower, thinking you were probably going to be met with your boyfriend ready to cuddle in bed, were you met with bunny, snickering while sitting on the bed with an evident tent in his pants. he looked up at you and you felt your stomach drop—especially with the way he shook the book in his large hand, lips curved.
“she felt full… full of him—literally. it had been several hours and she felt her cunt overflow with his loads like his… ‘cumdumpster’? after fucking for hours? carajo, cari… never did i think my cute little girlfriend was into this type of shit.”
you felt your face turn warm at the sight of bunny holding your smut book.
“w-why—?” “wanna try it? baby, you know i’m totally into… what are they doing? marathon sex? multiple creampies? fuck, cari. you might be more perverted than anyone i’ve ever met. maybe even more perverted than i am…”
and but of course, you dropped your bath towel and practically pounced on your man. and he was more than willing to indulge in these sexual fantasies of yours depicted in whatever depraved shit you read.
you knew your boyfriend’s nickname came first his speed and the fact that he’s as fast as a goddamn bunny in the field, but the same thing could be said for the way he was fucking you relentlessly.
how long has it been? how long have you felt him felt you so deliciously as he hit your cervix in this position? your back met his firm, scarred chest as he slammed into you all lewd, circling your clit with his thumb while his hips slammed into yours.
the obscene positions he had you in, the absolute debauchery of it all, thrilled you. just the fact that he simply lifted you up and down like his own fuck-doll and spoke to you like it, no less, god, just thinking about it turned you on even more.
and that is exactly what he was doing.
“bizcochita… no seas así [sweetie, don't be like that]. handle it, baby. you wanted it.” your gasps suddenly turned louder and more lewd, with how bunny played with your pussy as he simply destroyed you. “i’m so happy i could fucking die…. god, what a fucking slut you are, yeah? only here to take my cum, right?”
"mmmhmmm—!"
your body—that was once lathered with your body oil and lotion, was glazed with sweat, and cum on your thighs and ass. your legs were shaking and your puffy pussy was overflowing with the amount of loads bunny came into you, practically frothing with how fast he was going.
you were gasping, your cunt squirting for the nth time through his rough thrusts, his cock kissing your cervix at this point.. "o-oh my g-god... haahhhh..."
and even as he himself was losing momentum, he had to keep going—to help you with your sexual fantasies, because shit, they were hot. “hold for a little more, yeah baby? we got all fucking night.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ sae itoshi
you didn’t mean to accidentally leave the tab open on your ipad—after all, you share it with sae.
sae knows you have a little hobby of reading, what exactly? he doesn’t know and he doesn’t think he’d like to… at first.
but then the words of that idiot aiku got to him. how you can tell how freaky a girl is by the things she reads… and honestly? sae wanted to know; but then he had to check the ipad to look at some stuff from his manager (he’s ashamed—which is why he was a bit relieved your tabs were open so he didn’t have to actually snoop in your things).
and when he saw the synopsis of the several books in your barnes and noble cart, his eyes legitimately widened and he let out an almost weird squeak. bondage… and hair pulling.
then of course, google offers those short exerpts so he really got to see what the hell you were reading… and in the first few pages, he gets shown the nastiest smut he’s ever read.
“he tied her up, literally. leather clung to her, restraining her arms and legs while he pulled her hair as she sucked him off like an ice lolly… holy shit…”
so naturally of course, he was curious. which is why when you two were having sex, he wanted to test something.
you were on the mattress, lightly whining while your boyfriend thrusted into you, slamming into you hard yet slow so you could really feel him fill you. he was kneeling, lifting your hips to fuck you deeper—harder.
“mmmm… sae, you feel s’good, baby…” he grunted quietly, looking at you as you covered your face and how your body simply moved with every thrust of his. your pretty breasts moved with every thrust of his hips and your whines made him feel fucking feral… but then he remembered. then he remembered your book.
“baby, i wanna try something.” you blinked, curious, looking at sae and letting out a whine the moment he slipped out of you. “go ahead, love.”
and when he took out the leather belt from the nightstand, he saw how your eyes widened and how your breathing hitched at the sight of it. and then sae decided to be a fucking tease and slammed the folded leather against each other .
“just me, yeah?”
and that’s how you found yourself, face down, ass up while your hands were tied to a post on your bed’s canopy. your boyfriend’s calloused hands kneading your love handles, and you felt him go faster on your poor pussy, twitching against him while he pistons in you. he loved this, seeing how your plush ass slammed against his pelvis while your arms struggled.
“nghh—s-sae—! fuck, i need to cum, please!” and you felt him pull your hair. “not until i tell you.”
then he stopped, and you kept on crying. "l-lemme cum... please, saeee!"
he strangely liked this… he really did, and he could tell you did too with the way you clenched around him.
“mmm.. we should try this again.”
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sypnosis: bllk boys and their thinking of you moments.
feat: rin itoshi, sae itoshi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, michael kaiser
warnings: angst, mention of sh in kaisers, mention of showering together in chigiris, established break up, yearning boys 😵
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ rin itoshi
he’ll open the door to his house after a long day of practice, he was half expecting to hear your loud music blasting from your shower or seeing you on the couch watching tv and then jumping up to go greet him at the door when he came back home. but he didn’t hear anything. it was dead silent. overtime that silence he thought he grew used to only felt more quiet with your absence, slowly consuming him. on these days he regrets every “quiet down” that ever left his lips, those which he knew hurt your heart.
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ sae itoshi
the smallest things tug at his heart. in the morning when he doesn’t see another toothbrush next to his, when there isn’t another set of shoes at the door, when he knows exactly how much food is left in the first because he’s the only one eating it. his stoic facade starts cracking behind closed doors, the same don’t get attached to anyone mindset he pushes onto rin starts to backfire against him. he’d rather die than confess to you but his world slowly starts crumbling and he knows you aren’t even there to pick up the pieces.
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ reo mikage
when he accomplishes something and doesn’t have anyone who will praise him. he’ll tons of matches and he will still not know how to feel because you aren’t there to tell him how good he is. he will reply every voice mail or voice message that you sent him telling him how proud you are and how amazing he is. he misses your validation, he feels incomplete without it actually. he’ll frequently text your number, even though he knows he’s blocked, all about what he did and his accomplishments.
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ nagi seishiro
nagi is always playing games and normally he’d be zeroed in but when you’d talk to him about your day or just ramble about things while he was playing games, partically thinking he wasn’t listening since he only hummed softly, but then he’d die or lose a game and when you’d ask why he seemed to be losing more than often he’d say nothing, but it was because his usual focus on his games was lost to your superior voice. and now when he plays games and he doesn’t hear your voice it hurts to admit playing his so beloved video games doesn’t hit the same
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ isagi yoichi
he’ll play continue playing and he always. always looks for you in the crowd, even worse he’ll do it multiple times, mid game, mid goal, it’s like he doesn’t remember looking in the crowd’s direction 5 minutes ago and looking away in disappointment because you weren’t anywhere to be seen, It will throw off his game, sometimes missing shots because he wasn’t looking at the ball, instead he was looking for you, his “insane egoist” attitude would slowly chip because he was more focused on finding you
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ bachira meguru
he’ll wakes up from a dark nightmare of being alone and desperately roam his hands around the bed in the pitch black looking, feeling, for you. when he doesn’t find you he finds himself looking up at the ceiling, more horrified than in his nightmare and feel chills down his spine. he will end up turning the light on and curl back into bed and attempt falling back asleep. (spoiler he doesn’t and stays up the whole night eventually looking back through photos of you two)
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ chigiri hyoma
when he doesn’t have anyone to style his hair, he’ll miss your touch and the way you’d play with his hair while doing anything really, watching a movie? you would braid his hair, before bed putting his hair in a ponytail or bun? he misses that way more than he’d like to admit. Moreover he’d miss how you’d wash his hair, he loved showering with you, it was so fun to him, the way you’d massage his scalp made him melt, yet nowadays he’d attempt to massage his hair the way you did, only to end up failing and missing you more
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ kunigami rensuke
you’d always play with his biceps, wether it was drawing on them or hanging on them like they were monkey bars. kuni found it so amusing how to you they were fun, more than just attractive or strong. that used to push him to keep on working out when he felt tired, lately he hasn’t found that motivation, he’d still go to the gym, but he’ll have another 10ish rounds of pull ups left but he won’t have the energy to do it.. you were his energy
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ michael kaiser
when people threaten his status and underperforms he lashes out and gets angry, moreover gets upset and turns to chocking himself, he’d gotten used to you being around to reassure him, to stop him, he promised you he’d stop but you’re gone, and he had nothing left to hold onto. he blamed himself for letting you hurt him so much, he blamed himself, which was something he rarely never did. michael who always needed to come out ontop was sinking without you, he was the titanic and your absence was the iceberg, and he was too proud and arrogant to let himself get on a lifeboat
You were sprayed out on your back on that luxury leather couch of his, your thighs spread wide, both your bodies naked as he kept grinding his hard cock on your lower belly, smearing precum on it while he groaned and hissed into your mouth, devouring each little whimper with such a hunger it was animalistic. Filthy making out session.
"Wan' you to rub your cock on my clit-" you gasped out in between his sucks on your swollen, throughly bitten lips.
Kaiser cursed under his breath, finally parting away from you, but only after pressing one last wet kiss to your pout. He leans back, adjusting positions so that he could spread your thighs wider apart, brushing his trembling thumb over your clit once before exhaling sharply at the way your cunt quivered and gushed out more slick arousal.
Grabbing the base of his painfully hard cock, he presses the thick underside of his shaft against your soaked folds, dragging it up and down in slow maddening strokes. The friction is electric, the heat of him combined with how wet you are...
His breath comes ragged as he watches himself glide through your slickness, teasing both of you without pushing inside.
"Fuck..." he grits out- half praising you for being so needy.
"Y-yes! Like that!" You whined, struggling to look down in between your bodies, wanting to see it as well as he did, to see how obscenely his cock slid through your slick wetness, your breath stuttering each time his cockhead caught at your clit.
Kaiser angles his hips just right, making sure the broad, sensitive head of his cock catches your clit every time he slides up.
The sight is obscene and beautiful: His thick shaft glistening with your arousal as it pumps between your folds, each drag hitting that perfect spot.
He watches you intently, your flushed face, trembling lips, and suddenly leans down to kiss you messily while increasing the pace slightly.
His free hand grips the couch for leverage... but otherwise? This is all about you. Giving exactly what you begged for. It surprised you how worshipful he was being tonight compared to his usual rough self.
Kaiser groans into the kiss, his voice rough and thick with lust when he pulls back just enough to speak against your lips.
"You look so pretty... taking my cock like this," he murmurs, filthy praise dripping from every word. "So fucking wet for me... clit all swollen and sensitive"
He emphasizes it by deliberately grinding harder on your clit with each upward stroke, watching your face twist in pleasure.
Then, because he's still cruel in the best way, he adds "Want you to come just like this... only from rubbing my dick on you." He picks up the pace without giving you any chance to react to his words, rubbing even faster now, grunting whenever his slit opened up to let out more precum onto your clit with the pressure.
The wet sounds are nasty, his cock slapping against your swollen bud rhythmically as he uses it like a toy for his own pleasure now, his brain turned to mush with how badly he wanted to cum.
His thrusts turn frantic in mere seconds when he heard another high pitched whine of yours...fuck, you were gonna kill him one day. "Scheiße...!" He chants under his breath, muscles tensing as pleasure coils tight in his lower tummy.
Just as you finally trip over your own orgasm, shaking with waves of ecstasy, Kaiser follows immediately. With a loud groan, hot stripes of cum paint over your sensitive, burning folds, marking you in the sloppiest way possible.
Kaiser's arm muscles flex, those intricate blue rose thorns tattoos stretching with every stroke as he milks himself dry through it all, shaking over you.
He watches you watching him through the haze of your orgasm, eyes half lidded with dragged over bliss, squeezing his cockhead to get the last few spurts out.
When the last weak dribbles of cum trickle out, he smears them deliberately with two thick fingers over your neglected cunt, scooping some up and bringing them to your lips, tapping them firmly.
"Taste." He orders, voice wrecked but commanding.
You instantly obeyed, whining loudly as you wrapped your plump lips around the digits, sucking his essence right off them while keeping your eyes on his, your cheeks flushed red as much as his.
Kaiser's jaw clenches, your obedient, whiny suckling sends a shockwave of heat straight back to his half- hard cock.
"Mein Gott..." he breathes, pupils blown wide, swallowing that pretty blue color of his irises completely as he watches your lips wrapped round his fingers, cleaning him with that pretty mouth.
The sight is almost too much. Without thinking, he replaces those fingers with his own mouth- crushing yours in a deep kiss to steal the taste back for himself. It's filthy. It's possessive. And Kaiser ? He doesn't care one bit about how depraved this looks... or feels.
Instead? He starts grinding his stiffening up cock against your cum slick pussy again, this time pressing his tip against your entrance, breaking the kiss only enough to murmur dark promises "..we're not done here..far not done."
Lets just say you ended up with a lot more cum on your pussy, not only there, but your whole body as well, fully marked by him in a primal way.
A/n: yall i cannot stop writing for this man lmao, istg im trying to write for sae and others as well but Kaiser is just too much haha, ill redeem myself tho dw >:)
