Warnings: perverted Ness, m masturbation, lewd thoughts
𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓊
────────────୨ৎ────────────
Ness knew this was wrong on all levels. He was just your sweet best friend you trusted to be your roommate during the final year of college; splitting rent cost and all that. The agreement appeared to be of pure heart when he signed the lease and hugged you, but that was an illusion.
In truth, Ness just craved to be near you. To be the first face you see when you wake up, and the last when you lay your pretty head down on his bed after falling asleep during movie night.
He knows he's long overdue for a proper confession but you'd recently broken up with the last scumbag, whom your best friend encouraged you to do, and he didn't want to complicate your last year of college. That's at least what he told himself— totally nothing to do with the fear of you rejecting him.
So he tried to keep quiet and act the part of the 'guy best friend' by taking you out to eat after an exam, leaving small notes and food for you before you leave for class, and always offering to listen to whatever it was you needed to get off your chest.
However, the man wasn't so sure those 'duties' necessarily extended to this: the side of his face pressed against the couch cushion you'd previously been laying on before you left. His hand is firmly wrapped around his cock as he fisted it swiftly.
It throbbed heavy in his hand as he pumps his palm over the shaft before teasing himself by rubbing his calloused thumb over the head. He bit his bottom lip hard to suppress sounds threatening to escape; small, pathetic hums and ragged breaths slip past.
"Y-you're so pretty," he manages to whimper out as his eyes flutter shut and he remembers how you'd been lounging on the exact cushion he's now pressing his face into. Thinking about how you crossed your legs and how your thighs pressed together had his dick jumping against his palm.
He felt ashamed for falling so low that he's practically humping himself simply to the memorized image of your smile. Then again, if he was truly ashamed he would've never kneeled in front of the couch to begin with. Or stolen your panties that one time he did your laundry during midterms week. Or jerked to the pictures you posted of yourself at some festival. Or came to a voice message you sent him to let him know you were running late, but would be home before the food he cooked you got cold.
His cheek pressed against the cushion a bit harder as he instinctively inhaled heavily; a desperate attempt to catch your sweet perfume. He's not even processing a coherent thought when he peppers a few kisses against the fabric.
"I love you so much— sh-shit," he whines as precum dribbles over his thick fingers. His mouth opens once more with mindless babbles, "feels so-so.. good," over and over.
He tenses along his v line and couldn't stop the way his hips roll into his hand as he whispers a slur of praises for you. His hips shutter once, twice, then finally he cums and lets his hand fall limp against his muscular thigh as his dick twitches and hangs heavy between his legs.
He brings a fingertip up to smooth over a vein running from the base upwards— purposefully overstimulating himself.
Suddenly he's hearing the familiar turn of a key in the front door and he freezes. He finally sits up and stops leaning against the cushion and stares down at his current state: face flushed, cock out, and pearly cum dribbling down his fingers and even a bit on the carpet.
Frantically, he's grabbing tissues he recently bought after your allergies got bad and gently scrapping up any abundance of excess dripping down his length before targeting his hands and the stain on the carpet.
The door is pushing open but luckily the couch covers him just enough so he can shove his cock back into his pants and tug up his sweatpants and boxers back over his hips.
You walk in casually, but then smile upon seeing Ness's magenta hair poking up over the top of the couch and then his big, puppy dog eyes.
"Oh hey! I'm glad you're right here— I was going to ask," and then your words seemingly trailed off as Ness sits and nods along while trying to adjust himself properly before standing. He coolly inches towards the trashcan in the living room and tosses the tissue in.
"Also what were you even doing down there?" you ask after finishing putting up the last of the small snacks you'd bought and rounding the kitchen counter to cross back into the living room.
"U-um.. I thought-.. I dropped something," he timidly replies although he couldn't tear his eyes away from you.
"You find it?"
"N-no.. I must've left it somewhere else."
"Hm," you hum in contemplation while taking your designated spot on the couch and grabbing the remote, "well I'll help you look later. For now, wanna see if our show is on?"
His heart flutters when you label the show as "ours" and ask him to join you on the couch. For just a second Ness's actions appear in his head and causes him to pause, but once you flash the small smile his perverted actions and thoughts disappear— at least as much as he can will himself into ignoring.
"Mhm, yes," he softly confirms and joins you.
Maybe next semester he'll tell you his feelings; however, his lewd actions will always stay a secret from you.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
synopsis . One too many days without your undivided attention drives him absolutely insane. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), he’s mean & then pathetic, masturbation, pet names, dirty talk, etc.
author's note: not entirely proofread. banner art by rororogi mogera. for the five or so ness fans out there, including you @inciseleviathan ;)
Poor Ness can’t control himself around you for the life of him.
You like this about him most days, considering how he flaunts those adorably glossy eyes at you before begging for even the slightest ounce of your attention. But when things get bad and you’ve been ignoring him for a whole day, he turns into a pathetic mess you don’t quite recognize.
You were in the middle of some project, typing away on your laptop as Ness dragged his feet into the room. He'd been at practice for hours and had texted you any time he could with no avail—not once getting a reply from you that'd be enough to satisfy his aching need for your attention.
His shoulders were slumped and you caught the pout in his face from the corner of your eye as he entered the room. Even so, you didn’t bother to take your gaze away from the screen. Which is precisely why he walked all the way over to you and went down onto his knees with a deafeningly loud thud.
The sound made you flinch, but you were only allowed a split second to fully look at him before he was shuffling closer.
Then he’d disappeared under your desk.
“Lexis?" His nickname against your tongue would usually be enough to snap him out of it, but that didn't seem to be the case today. "What’re you doing down there?” You asked all confusedly.
He doesn’t answer you and your heart sinks a little. You were starting to feel bad for not giving him attention all day and he hadn’t even said anything yet!
Your hands find the edge of your desk and you’re just about to push your chair back to catch sight of him when suddenly, there’s a pair of greedy hands meeting your legs.
You flinch again as the touch is soon accompanied by something wet dragging upwards along your skin. Then your legs are spread apart faster than you can comprehend and your body is forced to slump back against your chair with a soft creak.
The new angle allows you to catch sight of Ness, but he’s not even looking at you. Instead, you’re met with the leaking head of his cock exposed for you to gasp at before he’s moving closer to you and letting it smear somewhere against your shin as he straddles one of your legs.
“Alexis! What’s gotten into you? Are you oka—“
“I love how soft your skin is, did I ever tell you that?” He mumbles, voice several tones lower than you’re used to. You gulp and feel a throb from in between your legs as he jerks his hips up to buck his dick further against you.
He’s a twitching mess and you’re sitting there feeling every inch of him weep for you to acknowledge him more than you already had so far. Then his eyes flick up and he looked so pretty you felt as though you’d give him anything he wanted in that moment.
A whine of your name slips out of his throat before he manages a little smile, “Is this okay?” his question is accompanied by him slowly working his hips into a grind—his cock leaving a sticky trail of precum all against your leg. You nod without thinking and he shudders, moving his head down for a second to kiss somewhere near your knee. “Thank you.”
For the next few minutes, you’re stuck watching Ness use your leg to get himself off like some freak. You knew he could get needy at times, sure.
But this was…
Ness remains against your leg for a while, letting you get a nice feel of his thick cock rub all against your skin. It's in times like this where you wonder if his teammates have any idea he becomes this much of a sick freak when in face of his girlfriend who's attention he'd been missing all day.
You could hardly take your eyes off of him, but that only seemed to add to the pleasure he was feeling so far. Hell, you could see it in the way his lips quirked further up just before he let off a soft whine for you.
Pulling away just before he cums, he’s panting heavily as he nods his chin at your thighs. “Can you spread yourself open a little wider, please?” He requests softly.
Once more, your body moves before you think. Ness’s eyes drop instantly and you see how his cockhead sobs in these dense drops of cum.
Before you can admire how he practically came just from watching you do something so simple, he’s lurching forward and grabbing the underside of your legs to shove them up and over the armrests of your chair. You’re pretty sure your knee bumps into the desk in the process—as the items on top of it jump up a couple centimeters—but you’re far too distracted by Ness within the coming seconds to pay attention to that.
The skirt you’d been wearing bunches up around your hips and you sigh. His head nudges in between your thighs, leaving you without a second to process anything for the nth time as his teeth cling to the fabric of your panties and then pull.
There's a loud tear that rips throughout the room as your poor undergarment is torn into two pieces.
“Fucking finally.” He mutters hotly, words greeting your bare pussy with a heavy wave of air. “You’ve been ignore me all day but you’re soaked. I’m really convinced you hate me.” A pout pops out against his lips but you don't get much time to admire it, nor say anything about it as his mouth soon latches onto your cunt.
Followed by which is a messy groan that causes a quick wave of pleasure to shoot upwards throughout your body, then your hips rock forward to meet the way his tongue glides out for you, and the two of you moan in sync.
Nearly getting off on your leg without much of a word is one thing, but bringing his starved mouth to your cunt with the annoyance he'd just displayed for you was another thing entirely. Ness wasn't exactly a messy eater, but whenever you deprived him of his needs for far too long—because yes, a singular day of no attention counts as "far too long"—he's left to express his frustrations out to you with his tongue.
As you squirmed above him and went to tug on his hair, he'd just grunt into your pussy before wiggling his tongue in impossibly deeper. And normally Ness would ignore his boner to focus on pleasing you but since today was different, he had no choice but to shoot his free hand down and stroke at his cock at the most awkward angle whilst he ate you out.
"Did you not miss this, my love?" Ness's voice had pitched up into the usual tone you knew him to carry now. "Please, tell me you missed this. Tell me you missed me," He frowned into your cunt, feeling your arousal trickle out from the corners of his mouth as he did so.
It'd hardly been a few minutes and he was already stupidly drunk on your taste.
You sighed, trying to make up for the shake in your voice with your words, "O-Of course I missed you, Lexis. Why wouldn't-, ngh, why wouldn't I?"
His tongue fell out of his mouth just then and he stared up at you as he drooled excessively onto your spread folds, then his hand moved from your thigh to your pussy to lightly thumb at your clit. "You didn't text me back, I figured you must hate me. You do, don't you?" Something began to water against his eyes, "Is it because I haven't been in between your legs like this in a while? I'm sorry."
"What?" Your brows furrow, body still twitching about from the constant stimulation he's managing to give you, "No, that's not-"
"I won't let it happen again, I promise. I'll be here-, ah, scheiße." He loses his breath for a moment as your taste smears down to his chin to drip off of. Dipping down a little lower, he tries to collect whatever trails of your slick had sponged out of you whilst he was talking, "I'll be here for as long as you need me," A wet kiss is placed against your hole and you clench around nothing. "Every night, every morning, I swear."
Your lashes bat rapidly, "You don't have to-"
"I do," He moans, mouth widening before he cups your pussy against his mouth and then sucks firmly. Then his tongue wafts out to slurp up anything he may have missed again—as if every passing second of his mouth not being on your cunt physically pained him or something. "Otherwise you'll forget I exist again, yes?"
"I never forgot you existed," You manage to smile after saying that, but it drops quickly once his tongue thrusts into you, "What are you talking about-, ohmygod."
"Mmmnh, see? You don't forget the way this feels, though." The chair you were sitting in was nearly about to fall over within the next second as he pushed his body forward to try and smother his mouth into you.
Ness shook his head and had been unconsciously jerking himself off so fast, he didn't even realize he came from the moment you started responding to him.
Muttering out, “Tell me you love me.” Over ‘n over until it’s all you’re moaning back to him.
By the time he even acknowledged the fact that he came, he didn't seem the slightest bit concerned. What was he supposed to do? His cum had already painted the floor and you were busy saturating the lower half of his face. His priorities had to be in check.
And if you'd learned anything from this, it was that you wouldn't forget to text him back ever again.
Y'know, unless you wanted this to be the result again...
A staff member adjusted the position of the light, giving Kaiser a flattering view on camera. His golden, blond hair shone with a nice contrast to his deep blue tips. He idly manspreads with an expression of boredom painted on his face. His fingers fiddled with the flashy Rolex resting on his wrist.
“Yes, we’ll start the interview in a second! Please have patience Mr.Kaiser,”
A brunette lady politely asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice. He only spared her a 5 second glance as if she weren’t worth his time. Arrogant as always. A few moments later, a child appeared, his interviewer.
He looked down at her, dissecting the child with an arrogant smirk. Some little girl with her brown hair in pigtails held by maroon ribbons and had a toothy grin. Her brown eyes full of life looked up at him in enthusiasm. In her hands cradled a deck of index cards, the questions of course. He assumed it’d go by smoothly as any other interview.
“So what’s your favorite food?” She asks, playfully rolling her shoulders with each syllable of the sentence. Kaiser’s smirk turns cheeky.
“Bread Crust Rusks,”
He replies with a grin, rolling his broad shoulders the same playful way. It wouldn’t hurt to play, right?
“Why haven’t you joined the army to help defend our country?”
His smirk dropped faster than the Titanic. His jaw hung slightly slack and his eye widened. The “Great” Kaiser was speechless for once in his life. (Aside from the times he was beat by his dad). He was practically frozen in place.
“I- well…”
He locked eyes with the camera for a moment, to his horror, was obviously recording. The blinking red dot was mocking him. Wow, Em-Fucking-Barassing much...
“There’s many reasons of course. Reasons that you’re not ready to hear.”
He tuts, bouncing his leg unknowingly.
“But why didn’t y-“
“Listen you little shit.” He grits the first part between his teeth, so the camera doesn’t pick up his vulgar language.
“I’m scoring goals for this country, ja? I’m essentially serving Germany in my own way.”
He was slowly building back up his ego piece by piece until he was hit by another missile.
“But you’re just kicking a ball arou-“
“Next. Question.”
He says with a forced closed lip smile, but a small vein bulged on his temple says otherwise. He goes home that day contemplating his life and existence as a suspicious rise of coca cola sales spiked in that same evening.
Cameras and lighting equipment were propped all over the room. Across Sae sat a young boy no older than eight that had a few freckles littered on his face and a head of ginger. He seemed quite shy, rather harmless. This was one of many interviews Sae had to do that day, his manager said it’d be quick and something fans would look forward to.
He rested his cheek on his knuckles, a lack of interest clearly shown. He barely spared anyone a glance longer than 5 seconds and kept checking his watch. His manager looked in horror from the side, already slapping his forehead, Sae clearly wasn’t PR-trained. A few small coughs caught his attention back to the kid in front of him.
“What’s your favorite food?” The boy asked in a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
“Salted Seaweed Tea.”
Sae replied in a monotonous voice, it was like a programmed response.
Give those lukewarm viewers simple responses, they would go feral over anything these days
“Well…I like French fries…” The kid spoke, hoping to share something for him to have in common.
“Do you like French fries Mr.Sae?”
“No. Too greasy and oily, a horrid choice for a favorite food.”
“…Why didn’t you join the army to help defend our country?”
Sae’s composure broke for a second. His eyes widened and you’d miss it if you had blinked. His eyes slightly narrowed and his head shot up from his knuckles. For once, Japan’s prodigy was caught off guard and didn’t have an instant clever remark. Embarrassingly, he was humbled by some child.
“And why don’t you have any questions that aren’t stupid?”
“P-people are dodging bullets..But you’re only dodging the ball…” The kid murmured.
Back in Japan, some person with seaweed green hair and the same misunderstood personality watched the interview while dressed in owl pajamas, subtly grinning at the humbling of Sae.
Sweat embarrassingly soaked the young striker’s hands as his left leg repeatedly bounced. He took sips of water every now and then and gave himself a few pep talks.
It’s just an interview
“Mr.Isagi?”
How bad could it be? Plus it’s some kid
“Mr.Isagi!”
A young boy with dark brown and cerulean blue eyes looked at him, a bit concerned from his idol staring into space. He seemed to be about 7 years old and he proudly showed his Isagi jersey.
“Oh! Ah, sorry!” Isagi scratched the back of his head, he hadn’t noticed the child walking into the room and plopping down in the chair in front of him.
“Do you have any questions for me..?”
Isagi mentally bonked himself in the head, of course he does. It’s an interview, genius. The boy’s eyes lightened up and he gave a look at his list of questions before deciding one.
“What’s your favorite food?”
The young boy wiggled his shoulders merrily while asking. Isagi assumed they were playing around with one another and copied the boy’s motions while answering. He wiggled his shoulders in a similar playful manner, but it was quite on the stiffer side. It was similar to a robot rotating.
“Why didn’t you join the army to help defend our country?”
Isagi blue-screened for a minute, his ahoge jolted upwards from shock like it was its own being. He held a stupid, awkward, and obviously fake smile while mumbling to himself. He was also another leg bouncer.
“Well, uhm- cause- uh…”
The tension in the room was thick enough to be sliced by a knife. Isagi was searching through his brain like a pioneer in the Amazon rainforest to find a reasonable excuse. There has to be a way he can answer that without being called slursagi again.
“Well uh… Oh! Actually, I’m underage!”
He said that a little too loud and proud, gaining a few looks from the interviewing cast. He coughs before continuing,
“You have to be at least 18. I’m 16, so I can’t sign up.”
He scratches the back of his head in relief.
“Will you sign up when you’re 18?”
“I- err, No…”
The camera pans to the intense look of the child before getting an ad break for Chris Princd Water.
Somewhere in the beautiful city of Berlin, a man with blond hair with blue tips sips his wine while watching on his flat screen TV. The part of Yoichi awkwardly mumbling was replayed about 15 times while a few snickers came from the man comfortably watching.
“Ness, fetch me another glass. The wine’s less shittier than you.”
Hii!!! Sorry for not posting in a while, I went to Virginia and Maryland for a family trip and i attended a birthday party the day i got home. I didnt have my ipad so I couldnt work on any fics unfortunately. I was supposed to add Rin in this too, but I got lazy. This fic was inspired by that one meme of Sal from Impraftical Jokers a.k.a this
Credits to @dxstoeskyvjbess for the white divider line and @diviniyae for the blue dividers
○-Set in the Spanish Colonization era this is a historical fic (this is not connected to any of the Philippines history, inspired by Noli me tangere and Leonora)-○
Pt.1 here. Pt.3 here
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○
You found yourself wandering toward the gardens. It was quite a while since you came back here, you didn't know why but you went toward the roses. Toward the little bridge.And you hated yourself for it. Because perhaps, just perhaps, some part of you was hoping he would be there. You stepped onto the moss-covered stones, your fingers nervously playing with the edge of your fan. No one, you exhaled.
"Ridiculous...."
Then
"You came back."
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest.You spun around. There he was. The same white hair.The same crimson eyes. The same unreadable expression. You immediately pointed your fan at him.
"You!"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Me."
"What are you doing here?"
"Standing."
"That is not what I meant!"
"I know."
You narrowed your eyes.
"You are incredibly irritating."
"So I've been told."
"And arrogant."
"Probably."
"And—"
"Handsome?"
You stopped. Your face warmed.
"I was going to say suspicious!"
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"You hesitated."
"I did not!"
He chuckled. It was quiet, Barely audible. Yet somehow, hearing him laugh made your chest feel strangely light. You quickly looked away.
"What is your name?"
The man was silent for a moment.
"Bunny."
You blinked.
"Bunny?"
"Yes."
"That is your name?"
"Yes."
You stared at him.He stared back. You fought the urge to laugh, seriously BUNNY!? Out of all names. His name was Bunny?
"…What an unusual name."
"So is yours."
You frowned.
"You don't even know my name."
"I do now."
Your eyes widened.
"What?"
"Doña (Name)."
Your stomach dropped.
"How do you know that?"
"Iglesias."
You looked at him in confusion.
"Don Bunny Iglesias."
The realization slowly dawned upon you. The Iglesias family. You had heard of them. A wealthy and influential family with estates far from your own, their name often appearing in conversations between your father and other men of his circle. You lowered your fan.
"You're that Don Iglesias?"
He shrugged.
"Unfortunately."
For the first time, you smiled.A genuine little laugh escaped you. Bunny stared. You immediately covered your mouth.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I noticed."
"Then stop."
"I don't think I want to."
Your smile disappeared.Your heart fluttered.And for once, Bunny looked away first.After that fateful meeting (again), the bridge became your secret.Neither of you ever spoke about how it happened. Bunny started showing up in your garden, how he entered was always a mystery. One evening became two. Two became five. Five became countless. Sometimes you talked.Sometimes you simply sat beneath the old tree overlooking the pond. You learned that Bunny hated crowded gatherings. That he preferred the quiet. That despite his sharp tongue, he was surprisingly patient, and annoyingly teasing And Bunny learned that you loved flowers.That you secretly despised formal dances.That you could talk for hours when someone actually listened. He began bringing you little things. A book. A ribbon. A flower he claimed he found lying around. You knew very well he had picked it himself.
"You shouldn't keep giving me things,"
you told him one evening.
"Why?"
"Someone might notice."
"Then I'll stop."
You looked at him.
"…I didn't say I wanted you to stop."
His expression softened.
"I know."
Silence settled between you.The moon reflected upon the pond. You slowly placed your hand beside his. Your fingers brushed. Neither of you moved away.And that was the beginning of the end.
○-Set in the Spanish Colonization era this is a historical fic (this is not connected to any of the Philippines history, inspired by Noli me tangere and Leonora)-○
Pt.2 here
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○
You went outside the grand party that was thrown inside the mansion, your heels clicking softly on the cold stone as you pulled your Saya higher, struggling to hold your fan.It wasn't long until you stopped at a small mossy cobblestone bridge surrounded by thick bushes of red roses, the moonlight bathing the small pond beneath it as the cool night breeze hit your face, then you heard rustling. You quickly turned your head to see where the source was, it was not long when you saw a tall figure near the shrubbery, but alas you were unable to make out the face of the mysterious man as he was obscured by the darkness, feeling quite uneasy you pointed your fan at the direction of the silhouette."Who are you? What is it that you want?"Your voice cracked slightly, surely because of fear. But also how did someone manage to find you when you snuck out of the party unnoticed?You snapped out of your thoughts when the man stepped forward, then you took in his full appearance, he was tall, muscular, hair white as snow, and eyes as red as blood rubies, a faint scar was visible on his face and clearly unmistakable to miss. You backed off slightly still pointing your fan at him as if it could save you."Last warning... Who are you? Do you not know who I am?""Who you are does not matter to me."The man responded curtlyYou were baffled the sheer audacity of this man to just say that infront of your face? You were cautioned not to talk to stranger but goodness this man."For your information, I am an important person!""Didn't I say I didn't care?"Even though it was tempting to shove the fan up in the man's mouth, you couldn't do that, you were a woman of high status, and besides you couldn't help but admit the man was devastatingly handsome."Hmmph, annoying man!"You fanned your face, as you made your way back to the mansion, looks like your night walk was ruined by some random stranger.It has been sometime since your meeting with the man, yet why hasn't he left your mind? You mentally and internally groaned, you don't even know his name yet! Your Mother has been noticing you in distress for quite sometime, often seeing you slap yourself with your fan, your mother was quite concerned for your mental being. "My dear, are you alright?.." "Of course máma, soy bíen... may I ask why you are asking?" Your mother smiled faintly, though her eyes remained fixed upon you. "You have been rather distracted lately." You immediately straightened. "Distracted? I am not distracted." "You slapped yourself with your fan three timesduring dinner." You froze "...Did I?" Your mother sighed, amused.“My dear, whatever has gotten into you?" "Nothing, Máma." You quickly rose from your seat before she could question you further. "I simply need some fresh air."
-Æ_4E
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○
Helloooooo I'm back I posted on my other acc Ilsneia, and it's been awhile since I posted on my main, school has been killing me but yes, this is an extremely lengthy fic so I had to cut this into several parts, meaning this will be by chapter! So stay updated for my later posts. Æ_4E out!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“Aren’t ya a sweet girl?” | Bunny Iglesias x fem! Reader
You don’t really know how it went, but you were on-top of bunny while he was caressing your hips till it trailed to your inner thighs.
And giving it a soft tickle of his fingers, and the next thing you know your shorts were off leaving a damp wet panties on while he held you in place by his muscular arm while you tried to squirm while your body tried to jerk away from his fingers.
“Bun’ny,” you hicc trying to get him off you by how much teasing he was doing to you.
“Ju’st give it” you pleaded unable to deal with him keeping brushing over his thumb over the damp underwear and drawing circles over it.
“Give you what princesss?” He teasingly asked, while he gave your ass a hard slap making you welp
You bit your lip, trying to steady your breathing as the warmth from his hand radiated against your skin.
His grip on your waist tightened slightly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles that only made your heart race faster.
"Don't go quiet on me," he murmured, his voice dropping to a commanding tond right against your ear.
"No te me quedes callada, hm?" He mockingly teased you while he press he stroked the outer lips, with his cold thumb on
"Bunny st’op—teasing," you said while you shoved your head on the crook of his neck while the scent of your arousal pooling was filling the room. he groans. Then suddenly he slide through your folds, collecting your wetness, and you buck into his touch.
His fingers find your entrance, sliding inside you without warning. two fingers, thick and long, stretching you. he curls them, hitting a spot that makes you see stars, and you shatter.
Rubbing circles on your clit. "i know you’re close baby just a little longer, can you do that for me?" he whispers.
Your jaw tightens on his arm as the heat in your stomach grows closer. your spit coats his arm and your chin drooling onto it shile he keeps you on place and pushes you down every time you squirm. Making you feel overstimulated and whine.
"yeah? yeah, Nena? You like that?"he mumbles, thrusting into you for the last time before your both cumming. your thighs shake and his finger continues to move his fingers, making you jerk your hips away from but only earning a slap on your ass, making you whimper more, while he massages over it and whispering soothing words to calm you down while he makes his fingers hit your second orgasm again.
He kisses your neck and decided to add a third finger in making you convulse from pleasures and scream his name, leaving you sobbing and drooling with your eyes rolled back
He took out his fingers, coated with your cum and drags his fingers again to circle your g-spot. slowly, then press down—just enough to make your thighs tremble.
"¿Te gusta esa princesa? Or… faster?" he asks again, and before you can answer, he speeds up—his fingers stroking in , quicker. "Bunn’ny! m-more," you whisper. "m'want more."
Your chest heaves, breath catching in your throat. Your body jerks at the sudden increase in
His finger slipping out and pressing back in—deeper this time. The sound of the obscene wetness filled the room.
"I'm gonna—hic—I'm c─cum─again—fuck! bunnny!" you cry into his biceps gripping his shoulder tightly shuddering all over, eyes rolling back hips snapping back into his hand, and spasming and gushing all over his fingers coating it with your cum.
A few more times of him playing with your cunny, it clenched around his fingers when he curled his index finger in you felt another rapidly approaching orgasm, and with just a few more thrusts of his fingers your poor abused pussy that was spasming and squirting, drenching he gently sinks two fingers into your already dripping cunt, the soft squelching of his fingers pushing through your slick filling the room alongside your needy pants and moans.
The rough pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, then you went being limp and completely drooling making bunny laugh while he brings his coated fingers to his lip "Tan sabrosa princesa" he purred.
Leaving you limp and breathless, completely exhausted and out of your mind.
All you could see was bunny’s silhouette above you his red eyes gleaming while he held your jaw to look at him and give you a kiss till it trailed down to your neck making you moan. You felt his lips lingering till it reached to your very bottom. Making you jerk away and press your thighs closed.
“Nuh-uh, conejita, we aren’t done yet,” he tuts and looked at you while giving you thigh a slap and going down again leaving a rasp moan from your lips while you reach down to his head, to grab a fistful of his hair, while you continued to moan his name.
He can’t help it, you were just a sweet girl.
I posted one of my drafts!!! ugh I hope my writings makes sense, because I just recently started writing smut fics and I still get so shy posting them.
You write Kaiser so deliciously 🤤 I’d love to see how you write birthday sex with Kaiser🫰🫰🥹
Thank you bb, I try my best.
We all know this man hates his bday and presents, right? I feel like he would hate how much he loves you too. Enjoy ♡
18+
The bed creaks under the heavy, unyielding weight of his body pressing down on yours. Michael is buried balls deep inside you, his hips driving forward with a punishment-level force that knocks the wind straight out of your lungs every single time he hits bottom.
You're clutching at the damp sheets, gasping for air, completely overwhelmed by how much rougher and more relentless he is tonight compared to usual
It's his birthday, a date he despises with every fiber of his being-- a filthy reminder of a past he tried, still tries to erase and a vulnerability he hates acknowledging.
Realizing how much he actually needs you, how deeply dependent he's become on your presence just to feel grounded, makes him feel utterly disgusting.
He hates himself for it, and because he can't stomach feeling weak, he projects all that spite onto you, taking out his self-loathing by being twice as cruel, demanding, and possessive in sex tonight.
He still refuses to look you in the eye. He thinks if he catches your gaze right now, he might break completely, so every time you try to turn your face toward his, his broad, tattooed hand snaps up to shove your cheek brutally back into the pillow, pinning your head down so all you can see is the wall while he takes what he rightfully considers his.
He's suffocatingly deep, rolling his hips in a way that makes your legs shake violently around him. His breath is harsh and hot against the side of your neck, his teeth dragging over your skin as he keeps up a brutal, continuous pace.
"Stop writhing like that," Michael snaps, his voice low and thoroughly mean. He pulls back almost all the way before slamming back in to the hilt, making you choke on a loud gasp.
His fingers dig ruthlessly into your hip, holding you pinned so you can't escape even an inch of him
"Look at you... such a good little whore for me," he mutters right into your ear, his tone dripping with condescension as he drives into you again. "Taking every single inch like a good girl, aren't you? So fucking easy to break. Keep gasping like that- it's the only thing you're good for tonight."
He drops his forehead onto your shoulder, hiding his face entirely in the crook of your neck as he pushes deep again, biting his lip hard to keep his own breath from breaking.
"M-michael-.." you whined out, mewling with how his cock kept hitting painfully at your cervix... seeming to open it up from your insides. To rip you apart.
Your eyes lost focus long since, blurred edges of your vision making your mind feel floaty and dizzy.
Why was he so mean to you today?.. you only tried giving him his birthday gift.. He always was rough in sex and you loved sex with him for it, but never this rough..
You tried to turn your head again, needing to see his face-
The second you twist your head, his hand slams back down like a vice-- knuckles white as he crushes your face into the pillow with enough force to bruise. A low, warning grunt rumbles from his chest
"Stay down," he snarls, voice cracking slightly at the edges despite its venom, wavering, like he was genuinely on the verge of a crashout.
He feels it... the tremble in your thighs around him, the way your walls flutter weakly from overstimulation. You're slipping away mentally, he can tell by how slack and unfocused you've gone beneath him.
And it pisses him off, not because he craves gentleness, but because seeing you this dazed makes something ugly twist in his gut
Something that feels suspiciously like guilt
But Kaiser doesn't want to do guilt. Not on days like today, especially not on December 25th, the anniversary of being born into hell itself and abandoned by everyone who was supposed to love him first... both parents who saw nothing but trash when they looked at their baby son's face
So instead of softening... he doubles down
His hips snap harder, a brutal series of sharp thrusts meant to punish you?.. himself? and each one drives deep enough that tears prickle behind your closed eyelids without falling yet--
"C-cumming again-" you choked out in between ragged gasps for air, lips trembling and full of spit and sweat, your pussy clamping down around his cock for what felt like the 4th time this night..
It was so, so nasty... his previous cum kept frothing at where your bodies were joined, sloshing and so sticky in between your thighs... the sheets sticking to your sweat slick back
The sensation is filthy. Way too overwhelming
He didn't plan on cumming again so soon- not this many times in one night-- but the way you're squeezing him, drenched and trembling and utterly ruined beneath his relentless pace... it short-circuits even his control.
A sharp curse slips out between clenched teeth "Verdammt..."
His thrusts stutter for half a beat before turning erratic, he's losing rhythm because he's too close, hips jerking forward with frantic need-
The mess between your bodies is obscene-- the sticky warmth where his spend mixes with fresh arousal leaking from you both, and when he glances down just briefly to see how thoroughly wrecked you look, his eyes roll back into his skull and he stills
He comes with a silent, shuddering intensity, his body going rigid above you. His cock pulses violently inside you, throbbing deep as hot cum floods your already overstimulated cunt.
For three long seconds, he doesn't move at all
Just breathes raggedly against your shoulder, the only sign that anything affected him at all.
And the moment his orgasm fades just slightly, he pulls out abruptly, a harsh wet slide that makes both of you gasp, and turns away without looking back, rolling onto his side and facing the wall instead
"Michael..?" You called out weakly, still tremoring through the aftershocks.. then turning to your side as well and following his movements, reaching out to caress over his twitching, tense back muscles tenderly...
The second your fingers brush his back, Michael flinches, just a tiny, involuntary jerk of muscle beneath smooth skin. His entire body tenses like he's been shocked.
Your touch is warm, soft in that gentle way only you ever use with him, and it hurts. Emotionally... It burns
Because kindness on days like this, when he's drowning in self-loathing for needing anyone, makes him want to scream
Without turning around or responding verbally...he reaches one arm behind himself blindly and grabs yours, hesitantly interlacing his long fingers with yours.
"Baby, what was this?... you wanna talk, michael?" You murmured, squeezing his fingers with yours as he interlocked your hands together
His fingers tighten around yours, hard and desperate, the silence stretching.
His throat feels too tight, his chest too full of things he refuses to name... shame, anger at himself for being this way today... the creeping fear that you saw him unrave completely and now pity him
And god help him if it's pity
Because Kaiser would rather burn the world down than be pitied by anyone, especially not you
He slowly turns, rolling onto his back so your joined hands rest against his bare stomach as he stares blankly at the ceiling above.
Michael's voice comes out flat. Hollow
"...No."
But then he swallows hard, jaw working silently as his icy blue eyes stay locked on the ceiling like it holds all the answers to why today hurts so much more than usual.
His thumb moves over your knuckles in a tiny unconscious stroke.
Another long pause, then quieter
"...I don't wanna talk."
"Hm.." you hummed, staring at his side profile for a while longer before scooting closer to him on the bed, draping a leg over his lap where your bodies were still naked and warm from sex, and nuzzling into his neck, pressing soft kisses to his jawline "Okay, baby... i love you" you whispered, letting him hold your hand where it was tangled up with his on his abs
It was too much for him
Too much feeling. The kind that builds up like pressure behind his eyes and makes the back of his throat burn. He hates it.
His breath comes out slow and uneven, chest rising under your weight as you nuzzle into him with that stupidly tender affection he both craves and resents
Because why are you so gentle? Why aren't you angry at him for being cruel? For ignoring the gift? For fucking treating this night like you were an object rather than his long term lover?
You should hate him
Instead...you're here kissing his face...telling him you love him..
It's unbearable
"...i hate today," he mutters finally
"I know, ive noticed" you giggled, cupping his cheek and kissing him with a small hum, soft sounds of lips meeting and parting
When you pulled back, you didnt go far, just rubbed your nose against his as you always did in moments of intimacy "..but you have me now, baby...i love you, really..."
He sighs heavily, chasing slightly after your lips and catching himself just in time for you not to notice. "I love you too..." he confesses quietly, blinking slowly at you.
"How much?" You quipped, beaming at hearing those rare words from Kaiser.
He stares at you for a long moment, like he's calculating how much honesty he can afford without sounding weak or if he should simply click his tongue and turn away from you again.
"...A lot more than i should be letting myself," he finally grumbles out, voice gruff but sincere
Then adds immediately after "Don't make me say that shit again." and yanks you into his chest, dipping your head under his chin and humming in soft contentment.
Today has been the first birthday since ever that Kaiser didn't hate his existence as much.
You were his greatest gift.
And even though he knew how harsh he was... he also knew that you were beautiful, kind and understanding, and you could easily find someone to replace him.
All he can do is hope you dont wake up one day and realize it all... because his soul needs you.
pt.6 (finale) ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ dokładnie tam, gdzie zawsze miałaś być (right where you were always meant to be)
heavy NSFW warning cw: smut, unprotected piv, cheating mention, rebound noel, general warnings in mlist
the takeout tastes much better when sad, you’ve come to find out. belly full and hunger sated, you lean your head against noel’s shoulder. his cheek laid on top of your head comfortably. the tv hums gently in the background, somewhat dimming the noise inside your head.
memories with chris flash through your mind. he was your first date, first kiss.. first everything. he used to hold you with so much reverence, look at you as if you hung the stars and fuck you like he actually cared about your pleasure. comparing those to your most recent memories was like one punch to the gut after the other. perhaps, had you given this a singular thought sooner, you would’ve broken up with him earlier. maybe you’d have realized that his gaze stayed longer on strangers than you. and how he hasn’t said your name with anything but annoyance for however long now.
you sigh, melting further into noel. luckily for you, he just let you be. he understood you needed some time. strange, how someone you know so little about cares more for you and your needs than your own boyfriend. well, ex-boyfriend now.
a sudden realization hit you, “damn. i was talking about moving out, but where am i going?”
noel stiffens, then clears his throat, “well, you could stay here, if you so wished. i’m barely home anyway.”
heat consumes your face, “we barely know each other, noel.”
he sits up straighter, looking down at you with as sheepish an expression as a man his age can manage, “based on what yoichi told me, we’d get along great. he said so, too.”
“yoichi? really?”
he nods, “he really, and i mean really, dislikes chris.” his eyes widened slightly at the ‘really’ for emphasis.
you frown, leaning back against the backrest, “i mean, i knew that.. but was it really so bad he tried to play matchmaker?”
“it appears he only tried it from my side. i suppose, hoping i’d steal you away.”
“and you just listened to a 17 year old kid?”
noel shrugs, smirking a bit, “well, you are a very attractive lady.”
you slap his arm halfheartedly, but you can’t fight the smile growing on your face. yoichi really cares about you. you sniffle, “he’s such an idiot. i love him so much.”
“oh, he really does. not a single one of the other guys have this many good things to say about their siblings,” his tone is light, and he’s clearly trying his best to keep your mood up. he’s definitely succeeding so far.
the late hour slowly catches up to you, together with the strong emotions of the day. you yawn, head falling back onto noel’s shoulder. “i don’t want to go home,” you murmur, “there’s probably that girl there still.”
yeah, the last thing you need is to usher out some girl out of your house just so you can sleep in the bed she just got fucked in by your first love.
“the offer still stands,” he reminds you, “i’ll take the couch. i can give you some clothes too. would you like to shower? i can change the sheets in the mean-”
your phone ringing has you both quiet. the caller id doesn’t surprise you, but it does sour your mood all over again. with a heavy sigh, you move to pick it up, only to be interrupted by noel. this man is truly way more mischievous than you initially thought.
“may i?” he quirks a brow, and unable to muster any will to speak to chris, you just nod.
noel picks up your phone, putting it up to his ear, “hello?”
the other side of the line is quiet for a moment, before a stunned ‘what. the. fuck.’ echoes through the speaker. your bottom lip between your teeth, it’s hard to hold back from laughing. you know just how upset chris was after you saw noel at the sports centre, this must be a blow like no other.
“where is she?” a way angrier inquiry follows.
noel shrugs, even if chris can’t see him. his tone flippant, he examines his nails nonchalantly, “why? i thought you had company?”
the familiar sputtering you’ve heard from that woman is as pathetic as it is humorous, surprisingly enough. glancing up at noel, the fact that your cheater of an ex is on the phone barely even matters. while you would’ve definitely been crying yourself into the headache of the century otherwise, his presence is a much-needed cushion for your weary heart.
“look,” noel suddenly straightens up, “i think a ‘thank you' is in order.
“you’ve made stealing your lady away a whole lot easier for me.”
you can’t help but snort at the absurdity of it all. the obscenities yelled through the phone don’t even matter, the giggles under your nose escape freely, regardless of the shit you’re in. not even realizing noel has long since hung up on the guy, wipe away some stray tears that have escaped along your cheek. whether they’re from the remaining hurt, or from laughing is yet to be decided. and when you look up at noel, the fond smile you find on his face has you mirroring him again. something you’ve certainly taken a liking to since you’ve met him.
“thank you,” you eventually whisper, interrupted by a yawn. “i think i’ll take you up on the offer.”
chuckling, he nods, “right. you’re familiar with where the bathroom is now, aren’t you?”
your weak fist makes contact with his arm, “douchebag.”
⭒˚.⋆⭒🖤⃝🪐⭒˚.⋆⭒
as fate might have it, that was not the only night you spent there.
the bathroom has slowly but surely filled with your own amenities over the last three weeks. noel’s lonely shower gel now joined by your array of products. his boring mugs now accompanied by your cutest ones- and he has finally joined you in the bed.
it’s big. like, stupidly big. taking it all up while he was out there, all alone on his (very comfy) couch… it was all to much for your poor heart. and plus, he was hot and definitely made the bed feel a lot less cold.
the decision to leave the bedroom window open last night for that fresh air was definitely not the greatest, in hindsight. now, at 5am, even under the copious amount of blankets, you’re freezing your ass off. curled in on yourself, you scowl. you might turn into an ice block if you were to get up and close it right now, so that’s out of the question. your huff of annoyance is loud enough to wake the boulder of a man sleeping behind you, and his hoarse morning voice alone does wonders to warm you up. just… not where you would’ve preferred it.
“what’s got you so angry this early?”
you turn around to face him, your face barely peeking from the covers, “stupid-ass window..! i left it open.”
you throw in a shiver, for good measure.
his deep chuckle is nothing to joke about, though. like some maniac, he lifts his arm, and thus also his covers. and when you don’t act, the embarrassment of getting close to the man you’ve shared a bed with for the past week and a half, he shuffles closer, himself. his body heat and added blankets shouldn’t do more than merely warm up your body, and yet your thighs have never clenched harder.
his hands shuffle under the myriad of covers until his skin finally, burning as it may be, makes contact with yours. hand, sizzling hot, lays on your waist. you can’t even bring yourself to look up at his face while he gets closer. and even once his face is mere centimeters from yours.
“how about now? are you still cold now?” he whispers, nudging your nose with his. your eyes screw shut, the heat emanating from your face is definitely enough to warm the whole apartment.
when they flutter open again, his golden eyes already looking into yours with a mix of emotions you haven’t seen directed at yourself for the longest time. the ache between your legs is impossible to ignore when you finally answer him.
“i think i could use something more.”
a mere breath between your lips is left when he sighs shakily, just as affected as you are, “thank you.”
sparks don’t fly when your lips finally touch. instead, any bit of tension you may not even have been aware of still residing within your body just melts away. your hands reach for him so naturally, the defined muscles of his chest tense under your touch. he swallows your gasp as he pushes himself up to lean over you. strong arms on both sides of your head, your nails travel up to scratch at the nape of his neck. a shiver runs through him. his tongue licks inside your mouth with a dedicated precision.
if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s trying to clean any part of you that has ever been soiled by chris.
especially now, as he leans back, his lips trailing kisses along your jaw, neck, down to the collar of your shirt. you arch your back, eyes rolling back. his movements have uncovered you somewhat, and the cold has your nipples pebbling under the fabric of his shirt he’s been insisting you wear to bed.
hands wandering to the hem, he looks up at you with eyes so gentle you might just cry, and you nod before he can even ask.
but he still does, regardless. “i need to hear you, sweetheart.”
“please, noel,” you whisper, pussy leaking in need. “need you so bad.”
keeping eye contact just a second longer, as if thinking you’ll change your mind, he pulls your shirt up just enough to expose your soaked underwear to him. when his eyes land on the wet gusset, a surprised ‘oh, fuck’ escapes him.
to have this much attention paid to any part of your body is embarrassing enough, but now that the hottest man you’ve laid your eyes on, the one who’s so determined he can treat you so good he completely ignored you having a boyfriend, and the man who’s been so wonderfully patient and has waited until you made the first move has his eyes zero-ed in on your most sensitive area you’re at a complete loss for words. not like much needs to be said. his gaze says enough. and when his fingers hook on the sides, pulling the fabric down your legs, he’s no longer able to hold back.
his mouth is on you before your panties even hit the floor.
you wouldn’t have expected him to be so hungry for it, but maybe the patience he’s held out with has finally reached its limit. long licks from your entrance to your clit muddle your thoughts, any coherence that you had left now entirely gone. deep groans reach your ears, and you shriek as he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you as close to him as possible. his face is entirely buried in your cunt, his tongue prodding at your hole while his nose knocks against your clit.
“noel-!” you choke, tears welling in your eyes. it‘s tidal, the way your orgasm crashes over you. had it not been for his iron grip on your legs, you’d be thrashing wildly. while you twitch in his hold, he helps you ride out your high with slow, gently licks from your perineum to your pearl, which he circles a few more times before fully pulling away.
the entire bottom half of his face glistens, accentuated by his golden, self-satisfied smile. the cold long forgotten, his body covers your once again. you don’t even know when he discarded his bottoms, but his tip is already nudging your overly sensitive clit. “are you sure about this, sweetheart?” his seriousness returns briefly, before he’s once again back to a grin when he hears your breathy pleas.
“how’d one ever overlook you?” he whispers, his eyes darting all over your face. he studies every microexpression as he finally pushes in. slow, maddeningly so, inch by inch.
you’re really fucking glad he prepped you at least a bit, and that you didn’t see him before this, because you may have backed out otherwise. “s-so big..!” you cry out.
legs wrapped around his waist and nails already scratching at his back, you can’t help but crave more. albeit clumsily, and very desperately, you rock your hips upward to meet his movements. an act so pathetically cute it has him laughing.
“easy there,” he purrs, nosing your cheek, “i’ll give you what you need. i could never deny you.”
he indeed doesn’t. gradually, he increases his pace. enough so you bounce up a little with each thrust. your moans and mewls echo through the room, together with the filthy skin slapping. hopefully the walls are soundproofed, at least a little.
“my god,” he pants, hips curling right so he can hit all the most important spots. “thank you, thank you, thank you for allowing me to see this. for allowing me to make you feel this good.”
the unexpected emotional display has even more tears spilling over your cheeks. both the pleasure and the overwhelming warmth spreading through your chest are simply too much, and the waves of your second orgasm of the night washes over you in gentle, toe-curling waves.
he’s far from done, though. while he gentles his pace so as to not overstimulate you, he keeps his strokes deep, pointed.
“good thing practice doesn’t start until the evening, isn’t it, sweetheart? i’ve got a whole lot more to show you.”
a/n: finale!!! sorry it took so long lol i've been consumed by requests ♡♡♡ thank you for joining me in this completely non-serious miniseries lol i love you!!!!
