Degradee

You stare at his perfectly structured side profile for a second too long, watching the way his baby bangs create shadows over his teal eyes. He knows you prefer them let down by now, having learnt not to bother with using his hairgel anytime you guys would hang out. They'd end up brutally snatched back over his face by your stubborn hands anyway by the time hed get home.

He finally lifts his gaze from the phone screen, placing it face flat onto his thigh and turning his head at you slowly once the silence had stretched far too long to be comfortable anymore. "Its getting chilly. You asked for 2 hours of my time, its been almost 3 now." He states in that flat tone of his, expression blank.

"I still dont understand your obsession with watching the sun go down every weekend. It happens every 24 hours." Sae continues, blinking at you stiffly.

"Well, I like it. Some people have actual hobbies except kicking a ball continously for hours on end." You scoffed at him, playfully swatting at his shoulder. He doesnt budge, just continues watching you without a shift in his facial traits. "Besides, its about time you admit how lost you would be without your personal emotional support shadow."

"Id have about three hours of extra time daily. Sounds totally miserable." He deadpans, not even bothering to push you off him anymore when you lean your chin on his shoulder casually.

When you open your eyes, youre met with his face upclose. Maybe too close. You swallow hard, your gaze turning half lidded and your cheeks warming up at the proximity. If any of you turned your heads just right, you'd end up touching lips. He doesn't think of the image you're picturing, he is too busy analyzing your shift in demeanor.

Ah, you like him.

He concludes it easily with the telltale signs of emotional arousal everywhere in your posture. But decides not to dwell on it. Feelings are irrelevant anyway. Right..?

"You know...with the sunset kissing your face like this you actually look almost human. Its kind of unfair." You murmured quietly, pulling back to stretch your arms over your head lazily.

"Spare me the poetic despair, just say youre staring."

"Im not-"

"Pathetic lies."

A beat of uncomfortable, if only for you, silence follows. Just the two of you staring into each other's eyes without the usual back and forth witty banter. Which, to be honest, felt hella unusual to you. Its always been easy for you when it came to casual conversations with Sae. Until you started noticing how handsome he was and, okay, maybe the way his arm muscles flex whenever he grabs a nearby object or stretches out too.

You clear your throat eventually, before deciding to screw it all and go all in. "So..be honest. Has anyone ever managed to attract your interest enough to actually get you in bed, or do you analyze their footwork the whole time?"

He scoffs audibly, a slight crinkle in his nose being the only sign of displeasure at your wording. "If someone is in my bed, they aren't thinking about footwork. And neither am I. Since when do we discuss our sex life like this anyway?"

"So if you have actually slept with people before, are you the type to expect five star ratings afterwards, or do you just give post match analysis?" You pressed further at seeing him engage in your personal questioning.

"I dont ask for reviews. Dont need them. Nobody who's been in my bed has ever left complaining." His tone is flat, but not arrogant, just factual. On point.

You wince dramatically, raising your shoulders a bit in fake sympathy "Big words for someone who spends 90% of his time running after a ball."

"Yeah? Keep running that mouth of yours and you might find out if it's big talk or not."

Oh.

Genuinely, fuck him. It irritated you so much how easily he kept control of situations at all times. No matter what you tried to get him flustered or to grant yourself any reaction out of him, it ended up backfiring and making you the one to lose composure.

You glared at him, trying desperately to ignore the way your face was burning and the nervous biting of your inner cheeks. Sae blinked again, tilting his head at you in mock confusion. "What? You started this conversation, then act surprised when I'm taking it seriously. What did you expect? For me to just take your bratty attitude and sit here like a flustered teenager?"

"Pfft-!" You waved your hand at him dismissively, trying to regain some of your composure. "Saying all that when we both know you're not actually capable of doing anything risky. Like..." you trail off, looking around the beach, saying the first thing that came to mind and was ridiculous enough for him to back down "..like fucking me right here. In the water."

He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. You think you've finally got him when he doesnt say anything for half a minute, a proud grin making its way to your lips before-

"You know, you dont have to regard to such childish ways if you're that desperate to see, and feel me naked. You could have just said so." His fingers make quick work of his light shirt buttons, revealing the pale skin stretched taut over hard trained pecs and abs.

This time you're actually left speechless, your jaw gaping, leaving your mouth open and eyes wide as they followed him standing up and walking towards the retreating waves of salt water. He stopped halfway through, turning to glance at you over his shoulder. "Are you coming or what? Dont tell me it was all 'big words' from you."

You blink rapidly, snapping out of your stunned reaction with a small shake of your head before hurriedly standing up yourself and throwing your clothes out of the way, left in your swimming suit as you followed after him.

The water is cold from the night approaching, yet it feels warm around your bodies where he's now groping at your ass shamelessly, stealing gasps from your mouth pressed to his, sucking your lips in and nipping at the flesh with terrifying experience. Shame on you for even assuming the guy was a virgin.

"Where's all that stubborn teasing from earlier, linda?" He rasps in between heated kisses, lips dragging over your fuller ones with each low spoken syllable. His fingers dip under the waistband of your bikini, kneading the flesh of your ass and spreading it apart, traveling farther down to press into your tight cunt.

You pull away from him to inhale sharply at the intrusion, clenching tight on his fingers that were currently pumping in and out slowly. He was aware of the water surrounding you, taking extra time and gentleness to accommodate you through the dryness.

And it was working wonders. Soon enough, the burning pain of the stretch eased into pleasurable sensations, making your knees feel weak and your body lean firmer against his for leverage, your forehead falling into his shoulder and letting your hot breath fan over his damp skin.

"Should be enough." He mumbled, pulling his fingers out and tugging your soaked through swimwear to the side, exposing swollen folds. His boxers followed instantly. Strong hands hooked under your thighs to hoist you up and wrap them around his waist, keeping you steady while he guided his hard cock to your prepped pussy.

With a slow, but deliberate thrust, he bottomed out, making both of you exhale in relief and satisfaction. "Estás tan apretada.." (you're so tight) he groaned out, cock twitching within your mushy insides as he let you get used to the tight sensation.

"Y-you can..-" before you could even give him permission to move, he was already pulling out of you, only to snap his hips flush against your flesh, water splashing around you loudly.

Your fingers tightened their grip on his supple back muscles, your head falling back against your shoulders as you let out soft moans. He caught your mouth into another deep, filthy kiss, squeezing his tongue through the depths of it and tasting seasalt on your shared lips.

Each time he slid in it made your breath catch, his broad tip catching along your most pleasurable, deep spots and dribbling sticky precum onto your walls. His large hands kept rough on your ass, holding you upright as he rearranged your guts throughly.

"Mira a mí" Sae ordered when the kiss broke, grunting. "Look at me. Look at how im fucking you." One of his hands lifted, grabbing you by the column of your throat to gain your attention, wet fingers applying pressure to your windpipes.

With a high pitched whimper, you fixed your posture, meeting his eyes- barely- before your vision started blurring out, eyes crossing slightly. It was too good. The way he kept pistoning his dick into your spongy walls, accompanied by him choking you and restricting oxygen to your brain, was driving you towards your orgasm fast.

"Fuck...youre gonna cum, aren't you?" He noted, his eyes dark and focused as he picked up the pace. "Talk about 'five stars reviews'...look at her, can't even hold my gaze properly." He huffed, half amused, half proud of proving himself to be right once more.

"Abre la boca, baby" he demanded, fingers trailing up from your throat slowly, closing around your jaw firmly and prying your mouth open with ease. He hunched over, looking straight into your dazed eyes as he puckered his lips up, letting a hot glob of his saliva trail down in a thin string, landing on your tongue. He then leaned down, capturing your spit covered mouth in another long, nasty kiss, swirling his saliva in between shared tongues, wet smacking sounds filling the air around.

And with that, you shattered, trembling violently in his hold and cumming harder than you ever had with anyone else. He pulled back to watch your blissed out face with heavy lidded eyes, humming in approval before giving a few more frantic thrusts and stilling, emptying his sticky load of cum into your womb with a series of ragged breaths, underside of his shaft pulsing sporadically against your entrance with each jet of release.

A few more minutes pass by, him waiting for you to finally recover. You were taking your sweet time too, walls fluttering around his softening cock from time to time as your throat worked around every breath you took. He clicked his tongue, furrowing his eyebrows together at how long you were taking.

"You good?" He asked when he finally regained his own self control, tapping your cheek with his fingers.

"Ugh..im fine, gosh...stop that" you groaned, cracking an eye open to glare at him and slapping his hand away. "Dont throw hands here when I can still barely register whats happening."

Sae didn't say anything else, and if you weren't so high off endorphins, perhaps you would have seen the way his lips twitched in the slightest tilt upwards at your petty remarks. Good thing you didnt, or else he would never hear the end of it from you.

"You wanna go grab a late night snack or something?" He suggested casually, walking you both back to land, keeping his gaze glued straight ahead.

"Awh, is this like a date thing?" You squeaked, grinning at him devilishly. He could practically feel the malice in your tone.

"Nevermind." He let go off your thighs abruptly, setting you back on your own feet and walking off without looking back at you.

You glanced up at him with a small hum, your hand reaching up to caress his jaw gently, reveling in the slightest sting of his rough stubble on the skin of your palm. Your eyes were fixated on his, heterochromatic, beautiful orbs that were solely focused on the pixels on the screen.

"Want me to bring you a beer, Aiku?" You broke the silence, tilting your head as you waited for his answer. He barely nodded, following it by a gruff "Yeah, please."

You carefully slid out of his hold, not wanting to disturb one of his only ways of finding peace after hard days at training, paddling over to the fridge right next to his living room. Opening the door of it, you huffed in amusement at seeing the usual stock up of beer cans and other, stronger alcohol bottles. He sure did enjoy having a drink on late fridays, hm?

Soon after, you returned to the living room with a cold beer in your hand, smiling at his form and holding it out for him "here you go, baby." You murmured softly.

Oliver's eyes flicked up from the screen when you returned- oh god, he loved this view... you in his hoodie, bare legs on display, holding his beer like a perfect little domestic scene.

He paused the game instantly.

Taking the can from your hand with a small grateful smile, he cracked it open and took a long swig before setting it down on coaster.

Then, he opened his arms wide. "C'mere..." voice soft, he needed you back next to him after just two minutes of being apart.

You obeyed happily, slipping down onto his heavy lap with a soft hum, your arms immediately encircling his broad shoulders and your nose finding his to brush intimately against it, your half lidded eyes staring right through his own.

His rough hands instinctively found your hips, squeezing at them slightly before they traveled down to your ass, lifting the fabric of your shorts up and kneading at the flesh of your cheeks possessively, letting out a deep groan. "My sweet fucking girl...so good for me....real fucking pretty" he murmured.

You shifted your hips atop of his impatiently, feeling yourself getting wet with just the deep tone of his voice that resonated through his big chest, making goosebumps raise upon your skin. He had so much power over you, it was mind numbing.

Your slick cunt squeezed around thin air with want for him, trembling like a leaf into his lap, gushing slick arousal onto his boxers, still totally naked under that hoodie of his, no panties, no bra, no nothing.

Oliver felt it, the heat of your bare skin through the thin fabric, the dampness soaking into his boxers.

A feral noise escaped his lips, ripping from his throat roughly. He didnt even ask for permission, just flipped you onto your back with his strength and tore off that hoodie in one fast motion.

Now you were completely naked under him. Exposed messily. Glistening between thighs from how wet he had made you just by talking dirty.

He stared down at your body, tits bouncing with each panting breath, cunt visibly swollen and dripping, and growled "mine..all mine" before he crashed his mouth to yours. Teeth clashing together, his tongue sloppily tangling with your own and taking your breath away with it.

He reached down in between your bodies as you both pulled apart to gasp for much needed air, his fingers brushed through your folds first, testing how ready you were, before two thick digits pushed inside without warning.

A groan escaped him when your walls clenched around them "Fuuuuck...so tight.." he started curling his fingers just right, years of experience amongst women obvious in how good he was making you feel.

"Your fingers are just huge--!" You moaned, throwing your head back against the cushions and adding with a soft huff "j-just like the rest of y-you-", making Oliver smirk, proud of his size, and he added a third finger without hesitation, stretching you further.

"Good...damn right I am" he rumbled, watching your face twist with pleasure "Need to prep you...'cause im way bigger than my fingers." He wasn't even cocky with it, just factually accurate.

His thumb found your clit then, rubbing slow circles while his fingers pumped deeper, scissoring your insides open, all the while studying how beautifully wrecked you looked beneath him.

"Fuck-!" You gasped, mouth open in a silent scream at the huge stretch of his fingers inside your tight walls.

His eyes darkened instantly at the sight of you so drunk on pleasure and burning pain, fuck, you were so pretty like this..

He leaned down to catch your lips with his, swallowing down every gasp as he worked you open relentlessly, fingers pumping in and out, thumb circling faster now.

The wet sounds between your thighs were obscene. His boxers were tented painfully from how hard he was, but right now? Watching you cum undone on his hand mattered way more.

"Cum for me first..." he demanded against your lips, breath ragged and tense lust in his eyes.

'Mmmh..."' you nodded the best you could, the way his stubble scratched against your jaw making you dizzy off of lust for him. You were so greedy for this man. You loved him so much it was terrifying sometimes. You came fast around his fingers, soaking them through, arching your body prettily, letting out sweet moans.

Oliver felt your climax, the way vour walls fluttered around his fingers, the gush of slick soaking them-

A possessive thrill shot through him. You were his. Coming apart because of him. Only him

He kissed you through it, swallowing every sweet moan... until he finally pulled his glistening fingers out with a soft pop.

Then without missing a beat-he shoved his boxers down just enough to free himself. Thick. Heavy. Already dripping at the tip from how turned on he was watching you cum. His cock was so big and pretty, shaft twitching slightly with each breath he took, broad tip bobbing with it.

He climbed back on top of you on all fours, caging you under his tall body and his hands found the back of your thigh, ready to make you cum on his cock now.

"Can I suck you off first?" You asked shyly, pouting up at him through your flushed face, shaky fingers reaching towards his cock.

Oliver's breath hitched -- fuck, you were adorable when shy like this.

He nodded quickly, almost too eager "Yeah... please." His voice was ravelly with need. Sitting back slightly on the couch, he gave you space to crawl closer. The second vour soft fingers threatened to brush his length? He twitched again, sensitive and aching already.

His hands tangled gently in your hair as he watched through heavy-lidded eyes... waiting for that pretty mouth of yours.

"Mmm... love when you manspread like this" you whispered, watching the way his thick, buffed up thighs spread wide open to welcome your smaller body in, your palms rubbing into his muscles softly while you looked up at him with adoring, submissive eyes. The way he was leaning back, glancing down at you while his big hand was tangled in your hair- fuck...he was radiating masculine presence anywhere he would be, so effortlessly, natural for him.

Oliver melted a little at vour worshipful gaze, you looked at him like he was some sort of king.

And yeah, his posture screamed dominance: broad shoulders slung back, thighs spread wide to make room for you... that thick forearm flexing where his hand cradled your hair.

But the softness in his eyes? That was all you. Only you got to see him like this, raw and vulnerable under your adoration.

When you leaned in finally? He exhaled shakily.. waiting. Needing. Wanting your mouth more than air right now.

"Youre so masculine...its like I can smell fucking pheromones on you" you huffed teasingly, before finally, finally wrapping your hand around his thick base, fingers curling and barely closing around his massive throbbing cock, your lips pressing kisses to his precum covered tip.

His whole body jolted when your lips touched his tip, precum glistening under the dim apartment light.

"Fuck..." he hissed, hips bucking slightly into your touch. That little kiss alone almost undid him.

Your small hand around him? The contrast of delicate fingers struggling to wrap fully around his girth was hot as hell. And now those plush lips were teasing.. kissing... not even taking him in yet and he was already losing it.

"You like it?" You murmured, wrapping your lips around his cockhead and dipping your tongue into his leaky slit.

Oliver's head thunked back against the couch- "Christ.. yes." he gritted out, his whole body tensing. It was maddening.

His grip in your hair tightened, pushing your head down to take more of him. Teasing him mercilessly with that pretty little mouth wasnt gonna work on him.

He forced an inch in, then two.. slowly stretching your lips around his thickness, letting you adjust before thrusting his hips up to get it deeper inside. His breathing turned ragged, each fat inch was heaven, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked obediently.

You moaned around him at the musky taste of his precum, keeping your eyes on his handsome face while blinking rapidly, taking in a deep breath before taking his girth down your throat and pushing past your gag reflex.

His vision whited out for a second-

You, taking him deeper than he expected, your tight throat fluttering around his cockhead, those pretty eyes watering so pitifully yet still locked on his face like you were worshipping him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Holy shit--" he groaned, both his hands now tugging at your hair and keeping your face in place as he adjusted his hips and on his knees, he fucked into it mercilessly, his lips parted to let out grunts and pleasurable exhales of air while he stared down at the way his shaft disappeared into your lips.

And you didnt back down. You parted your lips wider, tongue dragging out to lap at his full, heavy balls, spit foaming around there and spilling down onto the couch in sticky, continous strings.

His thighs quivered, shit- he was gonna cum soon if you kept being this eager for him. He didnt want to cum yet. He wanted the pleasure to last. No, no, not cumming yet.

With a sharp, drawn out hiss, he tugged you off his cock by your hair, panting like he had just ran a marathon, his chest rising up and down and his eyes squeezed shut together while he tried to think about anything but the sensations cursing through him.

Meanwhile, you whined from your spot, your parted lips connected to his swollen cockhead with a thick, nasty string of mixed spit and precum. Fuck, wouldnt you just shut up and give him a break? You sounded too good, making him throb painfully- he didnt want to fucking cum yet.

But no, of course you wouldnt spare him his dignity. With a stubborn pout, you wrapped your fist around his slick shaft and stroked it fast, fingers flying over the length of him with how easily they glided over the overflow of saliva covering it, wet squelches filling the air in such a pornographic way. It was erotic as hell.

He clicked his tongue, pulling you up to cup your jaw, swallowing your lips into a messy kiss and tasting himself on you, mixing saliva with precum between tongues, claiming every spot.

And that still didnt stop you from feverishly jerking him off, thumb rubbing over his plump tip every time-

Ah, fuck it.

He gave in with a rough moan, grumbling as he fucked into your fist, your heavy panting mingling with his breath while he chased his orgasm. And when he felt that familiar coil in his tummy close to snapping, he broke the kiss with a harsh gasp.

His entire body locked up, and he came hard.

Thick ropes of cum spurted out in pulsing waves, some landing on your cheeks, others streaking across his own abs from how violently his hips twitched. His thick, gooey sperm clung to your fingers still curled around him, hot and dirty.

It was probably the most intense orgasm he has had in months.

"Mmmm! Fuck" You whined like a cheap whore, his whore. He was so hot. It was all so nasty, it screamed testosterone, making you look at him like he owned the whole world while he was simply trying to recover from his orgasm.

And you couldn't take it when he was looking at you like that, eyes barely cracked open and his broad chest heaving with each ragged breath he took, no, you couldnt hold back.

You leaned back down, sucking hard on his oversensitive cockhead and moaning sluttily as the remains of his cum on it hit your tastebuds, bobbing your head and pushing his limping cock deeper.

Oliver immediately hissed, facial expression twisting in something akin to pain and torture, snapping his trembling hand down to snatch at your hair, to peel you off his oversensitive cock.

"Baby, I cant. Its too much...gave you all I had already" he heaved out, voice gruff and tired out.

The overstimulation was way more than he could have handled. Yeah, his stamina was intense, but not as much as having to go again after he just came that hard. His cock twitched pathetically against his stomach, still hard-ish but throbbing from hypersensitivity..

He pulled you up to kiss you again instead, licking himself off your tongue while trying to calm down.

You pouted, but relented, your cum covered hands moving to hold at his broad shoulders while your lips dragged against his in response.

He melted into the kiss, deepening it slowly, savoring how you still clung to him. Your lips were so warm, salty and swollen from his release but he truly didnt give a fuck.

One of his big hands slid down your back possessively while the other cupped your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray streak of semen on your face with surprising tenderness for a man who just came like a bull.

"My good girl..." he murmured lazily against your lips, nuzzling his stubble along your cheek like an overgrown cat, content with just cuddling for now.

The quiet of Michael's luxury penthouse was only broken by the repetitive audio of a match broadcast. He was lounging back in a massive leather chair, his reading glasses perched on his nose as he stared intently at a tablet. For the past hour, he had been doing nothing but rewinding the exact same five second clip of a game record, his eyes tracking every movement on the screen with an obsessive glare.

Because it was already late in the evening, he had long finished his meticulous night routine. Kaiser was obsessive about his hygiene as well. He was wearing nothing but a designer silk robe, left loosely tied and revealing half of his naked pale torso, the dim light catching his abs and tracing the tattoo on his neck beautifully.

As you entered the living room and tried to walk past him to set your bag down after a long, tiring day at uni, you were left startled when his left hand shot out like a vice, wrapping around your waist possessively and hiking you up into his lap, settling you down on his thick, tense thigh muscles with a low, appreciative hum, without even lifting his eyes of the screen of his tablet. He rocked you gently onto his thigh while observing the game.

The movement made you fall down onto his chest, immediately hit with the scent of his expensive shampoo and body lotion that he once glared at you for using without his approval. He smelled wealthy, masculine and, simply put, delicious.

"Micha-" you tried to speak, hands fisting slightly in the fabric of his robe, only to be rudely cut off by his finger pressing to your lips and a sharp tut escaping his lips. You pouted, following his gaze back to the tablet screen, furrowing your eyebrows.

"There" he said, fingers moving to grab at your jaw and tilting your head better, keeping your eyes fixated on the screen as he paused the recording. His index finger pointed at a player. "That loser tried to chip me while I was going for defense." He scoffed, nose scrunching up in disdain and arrogance.

You blinked, lips already moving to form some sort of reply for him but before you could even do so he sighed loudly, turning the screen down onto the table and leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head with a small grunt. "Egal...its irrelevant anyway." Then, he cracked an eye open, gazing down at your face, serious.

His hand shot up to grab your jaw firmly once more, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip with noticeable pressure. "Youre coming home so fucking late, again, schatz.. again." He accentuated, clicking his tongue in disappointment with a slow, dramatic shake of his head.

"The commute from that cramped, pathetic little university dorm of yours must have been exhausting. I dont understand why your things aren't packed and moved into my apartment yet." His voice was low, contemplating, a slight edge to it that screamed annoyance. You've been together for quite some time now. He had everything you would need, so why wouldnt you just leave that stupid dorm of yours and move the fuck in with him?

"And dont even try to give me those weak excuses about degrees or careers or even mention those...'friends' of yours, like last time." his lips curled in disgust at the word. He hated any of those stupid kids who you always hang around with. In his eyes and mind, you were worthy of much more than cheap soda after classes and walking around campus like you didnt have a literal soccer god waiting for you at home.

"Micha..you know I care about them, stop..." you huffed, frowning at his words. He was always so open about viewing your friends as lower of class that you gave up on even trying to convince them Michael didnt hate them.

"Whatever. I dont care. It doesnt matter right now." He said quickly, waving his hand dismissively. "What matters is this, right here..." his eyes traveled down to your lower belly, hand reaching for the hem of your shirt to pull it up in a sharp movement to reveal the soft skin beneath to him.

He groaned low in his throat as more possessive, compulsive thoughts about breeding you came rushing into his mind once more. Hes started wondering...for long now. He never thought that he, a man raised in abuse from his own father and having no one to look after him, a child so lost and alone he barely made it out of that state, would even consider having children.

Not until you, and the dark thoughts about any way he could make you move in with him and lock you in his house, that kept popping back into his head no matter how hard he tried to act unbothered by the fact that youve been giving your attention away to losers you dared called friends, instead of focusing it all on him. He wanted it all to himself only. And he would get it.

You frowned in confusion as he kept staring at your belly without saying much now, making you feel a bit self conscious. "Um..."

Your hesitant questioning voice snapped him out of his daze, snapping his blue eyes back up at you. His large hand settled on the small of your tummy, spreading his fingers wide on it. "Schatzi...move in with me. Come on now. Ive been asking you for months."

And oh, he has. He has been asking you that for months now, gritting out barely restrained with fury answers to your polite ways of trying to reason about wanting to be "independent" or something of that sort. And the second he saw that hesitation on your face again, he snarled, baring his teeth at you.

His hand reached up to grab your throat by the column of it. "In fact, ive given this a better thought. I think the best way to ensure you will never leave this house again is to put my baby inside you...to keep you right here, swelling your belly with my children until you have no choice but to stay under my roof forever."

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, a weird mix of sensations and contradicting reactions bubbling in your heart. What was he even implying? Was he admitting to wanting to baby trap you?

"Ill knock you up real good....then ill marry you...put a diamond ring on this pretty finger" he murmured in a sickeningly sweet tone, knowing exactly how to make your feelings clear out and incline towards what he deemed as beneficial for his plans. And it worked every time.

Awh...he actually wants a sweet, innocent family and future with me?

Was probably what you were thinking as he brought your hand gently to his lips, peppering each fingertip with worshipful kisses while looking up at you with such eyes that you swore you werent imagining the genuineness in his words.

So of course you gave in. Of course everything went according to his plan, hence why he chose you as his prey. So sweet and naive, lovesick for him. Not that he minded, he too had become obsessed with you so much that he was forced (in his mind) to manipulate you so cruelly, by his own feelings. Unfair, isnt it?

And soon, you dont even remember what a normal day is anymore.

Ever since you gave in to him and reluctantly let him cum inside you for the first time, his entire routine revolves around one thing: waking up, fucking your body senselessly, filling you up as a small gift before he left for training at the club, then coming home to do it all over again.

The bed smells like sex permanently now. The sheets are always tangled or dirty because neither of you care enough to change them anymore, they'd be ruined minutes later with sweat and bodily fluids anyway.

And Kaiser loves it. It made him crazed with sex.

Every morning? Him rolling on top of you while still half asleep, rutting into your tight pussy like an instinctive animal who knows exactly where his mate is. Every night? No patience, no letting you go to sleep before he fondled you into straight breeding positions with no foreplay first.

And tonight was no different.

Michael had your legs hiked up high over his broad shoulders, rough hands gripping at the flesh of your hips so tightly you were sure it was gonna leave marks. Each time you tried to pull even slightly away from the overstimulation- it was your third or fourth orgasm of the night- he tugged you back down onto his fat cock to get it even deeper into you, previous cum sloshing inside your weak pussy so loudly and obscenely you could hardly comprehend anything else, brain turned completely to mush.

You were drooling all over your chin, slobbering, and he kept grunting above you, sweat trickling down and landing on your bouncing breasts. "Scheiße...gonna stuff you full again...gonna breed you...yea?" He groaned, leaning down to lick at the saliva pooling near the corner of your mouth, panting hot against your skin.

"T-too much...! Micha- michaa" you slurred over your words, too dumb to form full sentences. His swollen tip was smacking at your cervix meanly, spurting out more precum each time it pressed fully against your walls, throbbing painfully.

His already emptied out balls were wetly slamming at your asshole, forming sticky strings of frothy cum each time he pulled out. It was all so nasty and carnal. Truly dirty.

"No...not too much, its not enough" he stammered out in between heavy moans and gasps for air, his eyes narrowing in on the way your eyes kept rolling back sluttily, making him grunt out more german curses under his breath, thick accent resurfacing each time you had sex. "Needa breed this cunt...make you round and glowing with my-...m-my kids, so that everyone looks at your huge belly and knows youre taken."

His shaky tattooed hand reached in between your interlocked bodies, thumb pressing sporadically at your clit to get you to cum again. To get to feel you fall apart because of him and his touch alone. He needed it, he lived off of knowing you were only his and no one could even compare.

"Cum for me, bitte..." He was getting desperate, his thighs shaking with strained tension and biting at his lower lip to stop whimpers from spilling free. He wanted to get you to cum again first.

Your vision went blank when a particular deep thrust against your g spot made you clench tightly around him, screaming his name as you finally collapsed. And he followed immediately, thrusts turning erratic and groaning weakly.

The base of his cock pulses against your clit with every snap forward, hot ropes of cum pumping into that fertile womb of yours like its his whole purpose in life, grinding his hips against yours to fuck it deeper for good measure.

He doesnt pull out, just collapses on top of you, still buried to the hilt while panting heavily against your neck...marking yet another day where he tried his absolute best to knock you up.

He nuzzles into your damp hair like an affectionate dog before pressing kisses to your temples. "Im getting impatient...the first kid better hurry up or ill lose my damn mind" he whispered into your ear, hand already traveling back to your cum filled belly and caressing it with his thumb absentmindedly. As if he was already imagining life growing inside of you, one that could grant him you staying by his side forever.

Looking down, you were immediately struck by the sheer, imposing scale of his lower body. As an elite striker, Michael's thighs were nothing short of monstrous, menacing power packed into dense muscle.

Now, stripped down to his tight training shorts, the raw anatomy of his quadriceps was on full display. The muscle group was so massive it felt heavy across your lap, a solid, throbbing wall of meat that was locked tight into a knot.

You squirted a generous amount of massage oil into your hands, rubbing them together before placing your palms onto the hard, burning surface of his upper thigh. The moment you pressed down, pushing your thumbs firmly into the thick furrow between his quad muscles, Kaiser let out a sharp, pathetic whine.

"Ah! Scheiße, be careful!" He barked, his face immediately scrunching up. He crossed his arms over his chest, sinking deeper into the couch cushions and pouting like a giant, spoiled cat. "Youre doing it too hard! Do you want me to be crippled for my next match? Unglaublich..."

"Micha, I have to use pressure to get the knot out." You reasoned softly, your fingers sliding up the massive, flaring curve of his outer thigh, trying to flush the lactic acid upward toward his hip.

He grumbled something incoherent under his breath, staring up at the ceiling with his cheeks slightly flushed, acting entirely like a toddler throwing a fit.

But then, as your fingers kept pressing into his thigh so gently, so lovingly and almost worshipful...? He couldn't help the way blood traveled south fast despite how hard he tried, and failed, to suppress it. He let out a low groan before he could even stop it.

Your ears perked up at the sound, sounding too much like a moan to be out of pure relief. Your eyes traveled up his thigh, settling onto the obvious arousal straining at the fabric of his compression shorts, jumping shamelessly when Kaiser saw your gaze on it.

"You're hard" you observed, stating it plainly just like the fact it was, moving your hand up his thigh and letting your fingers grope and knead at his hard cock through his shorts. "Want me to help with that as well?"

He swallowed hard, staring down at you through his blond, long lashes, cheeks tinged a warm maroon, and then he exhaled through flared nostrils like a bull releasing steam after being chased for hours. "...Ja" he grumbled, half stubborn with pride, half already surrendering to your allure.

You smiled, barely there, not wanting him to feel embarrassed even more and back up from this. Then, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and black boxers, tugging at them with a silent request in your eyes.

He huffed with a small pout, lifting his hips slightly and letting you slide off the remaining of his clothes completely, you carelessly disregarding them to the corner of the room. There he was, naked from waist down, in all his usual glory.

You hummed appreciatively at the sight of his thick cock, resting on his hard abs and smearing precum on the pale skin there, twitching ocassionaly under your intense gaze. He smelled faintly of sweat and his usual manly musk, not having had a chance to shower properly since this morning. And honestly, you didnt mind. It only made you even hornier while Kaiser scrunched his nose up in that cute way of his at the filth of it all. God, he already felt like showering.

All his thoughts about needing to upkeep his usual hygiene were thrown out of the window as you lunched forward, stuffing your face in between his legs and inhaling deeply, making him throb in shame and arousal at how nasty you were being "Lass dass. It's gross, I havent even showered..." He mumbled, hissing as you only pressed further, sticking out your tongue and licking messily in between his tightly drawn up balls.

His rough, tattooed hand reached down immediately, lacing his thick fingers through your hair and pulling your face away from his groin, staring down at you with those icy blue eyes of his. Burning with arousal so deep it made his pupils blown wide, black almost swallowing the regal blue of his irises.

He exhaled shakily, reaching down with his other hand and grabbing himself by the base of his cock, giving a few firm strokes to spread his precum properly before guiding his leaking tip to your lips, pressing, urging it in "Yeah...take it" he growled.

You hummed in pure pleasure as the familiar taste of his bitter precum hit your tongue, lapping at his slit hungrily and hollowing your cheeks out. "Fuck.." he threw his head back against the couch, throat bobbing slightly with each shallow breath he took.

His chest heaved sharply when you decided to take matter into your own hands, taking his cock deep into your throat and pushing past your gag reflex, blinking away tears because- fuck, the way his abs clenched and the guttural moan he let out?- it was worth it. So fucking worth it.

"Liebling--" That tight, throaty resonance around his pulsing cock as you moaned around him, wrapped so tightly inside you, was enough to make him lose his mind.

And he was.

But then, you swallowed around him. Swallowed. With his shaft still plunged deeply into your tight, wet throat.

His back arched off the couch, a sharp gasp tearing from his lungs that sounded more animal than human "Scheiße!-"

You started bobbing your head, taking more and more of him each time until your nose started hitting his pelvis.

Kaiser couldn't breathe. It was like his lungs had forgotten how to work. Every nerve in his body zeroed in on one single point: your lips, wet, swollen from stretching around him, and the obscene slide of you taking more of his fat, glistening cock into that heaven.

He was seeing stars. Actual stars.

Floating behind closed eyelids while a low, continous moan vibrated from deep within him, one long sound that never stopped, just raising higher in pitch every time you swallowed or massaged a sensitive spot on his overloaded cock with your tongue.

He was done pretending his hips weren't willing to move.

Kaiser thrust. Not gentle, nor controlled.

A sudden, powerful jerk of his hips, driven by pure, primal need as the dam finally broke. His cock plunged deeper into your overused throat, chasing that tight feeling, that heat with zero finesse.

The first hot pulse came almost instantly, a thick rope of cum shooting straight down your throat as he moaned, loud and unrestrained. "G-Gott..!"

More followed in rapid succession, heavy spurts pulsing from him in waves as he came hard, so hard it burnt at the base of his spine, each throb pushing another moan out between gritted teeth.

And just as you thought he was finished and you could finally pull back to breathe, he lifted his heavy thighs, so juicy and huge, and wrapped them around your head to pull you deeper into his groin, pushing you into a possessive headlock, like he never wanted to let go, while his toes curled into his socks, balls tightening against your chin.

You panicked slightly, tapping his thigh rapidly to signal you needed air, to which he finally snapped out of it, shuddering violently and releasing your head with a final, long groan, draping a strong forearm over his eyes while his lips kept parted to catch his breath.

You choked slightly, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand to get off excess saliva, heaving as you stared up at him. He was wrecked. Your hands moved to gently caress his thighs, kissing along the insides of them as he came back down to you, lifting his arm slightly to crack an eye open and look down at you.

Without a second of hesitation, he reached down, tugging you up into his lap by your hair and pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, overloaded with gratitude and affection while he glid his tongue against yours, not even caring about the taste of himself on you.

When he pulled back, it was only to rest his sweaty forehead against yours, mumbling soft words meant only for you, lips dragging over yours with each syllable "Mein Himmel... Mein Engel... made me cum so hard. I just have to return the favor now, hm?"

You nodded eagerly, panties soaked through already.

Youve been dating Michael Kaiser for months now, and you were still getting used to the thrill of it all. He was Germany's best striker. Europe's golden boy as others would say. The fame around his persona wasnt one to joke about.

It took you a long while to get used to the hate comments on your social media from obsessed fans, and from being recognized as Kaisers girlfriend while simply getting groceries.

But what you mostly didnt expect was how despite Kaiser being the one who approached you first, he was as cold to you as he was to everyone else he deemed lower than his regal self.

Sure, youve heard a thing or two about Kaiser being an arrogant bastard who thrilled on praise that boosted his wounded ego hidden well behind walls of narcissism from your friends who were obsessed with soccer - you didnt know much about it. Never was really interested in watching grown ass men running after a ball.

But as the love bombing of his expensive gifts and constant compliments over the few weeks before you started dating faded, it quickly got replaced by him treating you harshly once he had you as his. You noticed, of course you did, but... you were already too deep into love with the man, harboring huge feelings for him and holding onto hope that one day his past self would return magically.

Truth was, Kaiser didnt hate you. No, far from that. He was terrified of how much of this weird, annoying warm feeling that was nagging at his chest uncomfortably you were awakening in him. He hated it. It disgusted him. Made him feel weak and helpless and out of control.

Could he be blamed? He was never loved the way you loved him. Not unconditionally and despite acknowledging how much of a jerk he could be towards you, despite being aware of how poorly he treated you, you still stayed by his side.

It unleashed something primal deep in him. He has started getting paranoid thoughts and dreams about you leaving him late at night, waking up startled and staring at your curled up, sleeping form next to him under his bedsheets until dawn creeped on the two of you.

He realized he couldn't bare the thought of you one day realizing he doesnt deserve you. He would do anything it took to keep you as his forever. It made him controlling, possessive and irrationally jealous of anyone who dared look your way. He even made you his personal assistant to always have you next to him, abusing his status and importance on the team to do so.

Michael Kaiser was helpless towards his own fears and insecurities when it came to you.

. . . . . .

It was practice break where players stood discarded around the field, catching their breath and dripping with sweat, jerseys clinging to their bodies. Your eyes fell on Kaiser, sitting down on a more secluded bench, head hanging low with his forearms resting limp on his knees.

He looked disappointed. Bitter. Today wasnt his best one, slipping up a bit during drills. And it didnt help that Ness was standing there, frantically offering him anything that could help boost his mood while Kaiser scrunched his nose up in irritation at his clinginess.

You took a bottle of water from the stock, approaching him slowly and giving Ness a small polite smile, letting him know you would handle it. Ness took the message, smiling back at you in that sweet way of his and walking away to rewind his mind a bit.

"Micha..here" you mumbled hesitantly, holding out the water towards him. "Youve trained hard today"

He didn't look up immediately. His chest rose and fell fast, the number 10 displayed largely on his broad chest, jersey clinging to his damp, defined muscles.

Eventually, he lifted his head, predatory narrow eyes meeting yours with a hint of disdain and stubbornness. His hand lifted slowly, before slapping the bottle out of your hand disrespectfully, it falling to the ground with a soft thud.

"What do you think youre doing, schatz?" His voice was rough, low, blue eyes holding nothing but disgust at the mere implication that you thought he needed help right now. "Im perfectly fine, I dont need your pity."

You frowned, blinking at him in confusion. You kneeled down just enough to grab the disregarded bottle, placing it next to him on the bench instead. "I wasnt pitying you. I just care about you."

"Youd better be of actual help instead of worrying about a little sweat on me. If your clown brain cant even comprehend the responsibilities owned by you as my assistant, maybe I should consider talking to the management to replace you with someone who is actually competent." He spat out.

You pause, feeling your heart clenching with hurt at how mean, even meaner than usual, he was being today. You turned your head slightly, trying your best not to show him how his words affected you so that he wouldn't taunt you further.

"Awh..youre gonna cry now?" He mocked, tilting his head up at you "afraid that ill actually find someone else and leave you alone with your miserable, good for nothing life?"

"Micha, stop." You finally mustered the courage to speak back at him, still not meeting his gaze though. "You know what?...fine."

What?

His heart stuttered.

"If you truly despise me that much and find me so useless...maybe it is for the best for us to split up. Both professionally and personally." You said eventually, a small sigh of surrender mixed with defeat tumbling from between your parted lips.

No. No no no no no.

You were supposed to fall down to your knees, begging him for forgiveness, clinging to him and tell him how much you adored him. This wasnt what he wanted!

He stood up abruptly, grabbing your hand with such a strong grip it actually hurt you. He didnt care. He tugged you forcefully towards him, his other hand coming up to hold you by the jaw, pressing his forehead to yours firmly. "Who do you think you are?..Since when do you think you have the right to break it off with me?"

You squinted your eyes, adrenaline kicking through your veins at the venom he was hissing out through gritted teeth. You gulped, trying weakly "Y-You said-"

"The fuck does it matter what I said?!"

Silence followed, heavy enough to cut through with a knife, the heads of his teammates turning towards you to look at the scene.

Kaiser was aware. He felt stares from meters away.

So instead of continuing this, he let go off you completely, stepping back to put some distance in between the two of you until the rest of the people on the field would turn back to their own business.

"You dont get to do that to me. After everything I did for you. I spoiled you rotten. You live in my apartment, I support you financially. Youre dating the best striker on here." He continued, keeping his voice low now, his jaw clenched tightly.

"You were the one who said you wanted to replace me!" You snapped, shaking your head at him in disbelief at the ridiculousness of this all.

"I dont fucking mean it!" A beat.

"You should know that.." His voice was lower now, almost...vulnerable? In a way. "...I thought you of all people would know that."

As you kept silent, not saying anything back because you didnt know what would help comfort him, panic creeped up on him at your lack or reaction. Mixed with a pit of shame and embarrassment.

"Dont leave me. Please, dont leave me..." His voice cracked, and under any other circumstance he would have felt pathetic. Disgusted with himself even.

But not now. Not when he felt like you could actually abandon him, just like his mom did once.

Your eyes widened. Youve never seen him look so utterly lost. With a shaky breath, you leaned in, cupping his cheek gently and caressing it "I wont leave you, its fine, micha..."

Victory.

A dark thrill filled up his chest at your words. He won. You were still his, after all. He let out a short huff of relief and hysteric amusement. You wouldnt leave him. He knew you would not. How stupid of him to get scared for nothing like this. Of course you still needed him...right? Right??

In a split second, he reached up, catching your smaller hand still resting on his cheek and his thick fingers curled around your wrist tightly. Then he was dragging you off the field onto the one reserved for the public in fast strides.

"Micha, wait-! What are you.." you trailed off, stumbling as you struggled to keep up with his speed. He didnt answer, didnt even look back, just kept running off to anywhere closest to where he could have you. He needed you now and he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.

As you finally reach the middle of the stadium, he let go off your wrist. Turning around sharply to loom over you with his tall frame, his lips parted to let out ragged breaths. His eyes were digging holes into you with the intensity of his stare.

Just as you were about to question him again, he lunched forward, one hand tangling into your hair and curling it around his fist to guide your head exactly how he wanted and the other digging into the flesh of your waist, pulling you flush against his damp jersey. His mouth was on yours in a second, dragging his lips firmly along yours in a heated kiss.

Claiming you as his. You were his property, his to use, his to hurt and his to please. His to treat however he felt like.

He groaned low in his throat when he felt your shaky hands settle on his broad shoulders, and it fueled him even more. Opening his lips wider and stuffing your mouth with his tongue in a filthy way, letting his saliva mix with yours.

The air around them, chilly from the evening air, was filled with wet noises of spit covered lips smacking together and parting only for moments before reconnecting hungrily as he sloppily made out with you right on the field where anyone could walk in. And he truly couldn't give a single fuck.

Let them see. Let everyone see how much power he held over you.

You whined as he broke the kiss to trail his swollen lips over the expanse of your neck, his sharp teeth nipping at the spot where it met your shoulder while his hand shifted lower down your body, traveling all the way down to the waistband of your pants and gliding his rough palm under your panties, kneading at the flesh of your ass with no gentleness whatsoever.

God, he was so filthy, so...so unhinged it made you lose your mind with greed for him.

"Micha-" you gasped out, tilting your head obediently as he sucked deep purple marks on your skin.

"Scheiße..." he murmured into your wet skin as his thick fingers spread your pussy lips apart from behind you, dragging his middle finger in between soaked through folds and groaning at the slick squelch. "You're so wet already, fuck..!"

He couldnt take it anymore. His cock was painfully hard under his training shorts that suddenly felt way too tight to be comfortable. Leaking precum like a hormonal teenager and making him feel even weaker than he thought he was. He was a grown ass man, soiling the front of his boxers with sticky arousal from a mere kiss with his girlfriend. How utterly pathetic.

With another trail of German curses slipping out from between his clenched teeth, he spun you around quickly, hand finding the back of your neck to guide you down on your knees. He followed right after, thick knees hitting the grass covered field while both his large hands settled on the small of your back, pushing until you fell on all fours in front of him with a surprised sound.

"Arch properly" He commanded with a click of his tongue, growing impatient with you. You obeyed with a whimper, arching slightly for him but no, he wasnt satisfied with it. Not even close. His fingers curled around the back of your neck, pushing you further down into the ground and pressing your flushed cheek into the grass. "Thats better. Genau so." (Just like that)

You shivered as the chilly air hit your exposed cunt once he pulled your pants down roughly, pushing your panties to the side and licking over his lips at the sight. Two of his fingers ran up and down your slit.

"Look at you..Just begging for me to fuck you, right here...where anyone could see you..." he whispered, staring at his fingers soaking with your wetness in silent awe "you're such a good slut for me...hm?"

You nodded the best you could, wiggling your hips at him, wanting to feel him inside of you already.

"Yeah...damn right you are" he chuckled, the sound rich and vibrating through his broad chest. You heard shuffling behind you, ears perked up in hunger. He hurriedly snatched his shorts down along with his boxers, just enough to free his throbbing erection, slapping against his abs, pale, tip pink and pretty, hissing when his fingers wrapped around the base of him, giving a few firm strokes.

Fuck, he was so hard it was painful.

After a moment or two of pumping and fisting his erect cock, slicking up the whole shaft and squirting out more dribbles of precum, he finally shifted on his knees, practically caging your plush thighs in between his own, muscular ones, thick with years of soccer.

His fingers trembled at his base as he guided himself to your sopping entrance, nudging his fat tip, swollen with pumping blood at your wetness, unable to control his grunts as he rubbed his cockhead in between your starving folds.

His other hand, inked with his intricate tattoo, came up to slap at the jiggly flesh of your ass as you whined in impatience, soothing it after with surprising tenderness.

Another beat of silence passed.

"Im going in" was his only warning before you were left speechless, stuffing you full of his massive shaft in one swift motion, throwing his head back against his shoulders as dim light caught his throat bobbing, working around holding in his groans of pleasure while you withered under him in burning pain.

It hurt, it hurt so good it made your tummy churn with arousal and your knees feel week.

"Schatz...youre so soft.." he choked out, giving you roughly half a minute to adjust to his size when he finally started moving, dragging his hard dick in and out of your clinging walls, molding your insides to fit his shape perfectly.

Kaiser isnt gentle. Hes feral. A predator claiming his mate in the middle of a sacred place, where fans cheer for him, where cameras exist.. and yet right now? Only you exist.

Each snap of his hips is punishing, deep, hard and unforgiving. Your body takes it all because it was made for this, to be filled by Michael Kaiser. No one else could stretch you out as good as he always did.

And god, the sounds? Your moans echo across the empty field, slapping skin, wet squelches as your pussy lips soak his cock with a frothy ring of dirty arousal. The sharp smacks of his strong hand against your hips, the same one that signed a million contract yesterday.

And above it all? His thick voice, pouring out german insults into the air, filthy curses. "Verdammt...du bist so eng... mein Hure... meine kleine Schlampe.." (Damn it, youre so tight... my slut... my little whore)

His hand reached from under you to tug your shirt up, along with your bra, letting your breasts spill free and bounce lewdly with each smack of his strong hips against yours. His fingers pinched and rolled at one of your nipples, making you arch further.

You were approaching your orgasm fast, eyes crossing and losing focus while you drooled messily onto the grass underneath you, slutty moans escaping your trembling lips, tears sliding down your cheeks. "T-too much..! Slow...slow down!" You gasped out.

"You wanted it. Take it now." He snarls, your pathetic cries only fueling him on further, doing wonders to his wounded ego. "Stop whining like a fucking whore...shit....get some- god...get some dignity.!" He kept grunting and hissing.

Your body jiggles with every impact. Breasts bouncing wildly, stomach compressing from the force inside, thighs trembling as his hips crash into them again and again.

"I- im gonna...-! Wait, 's gonna make a mess!" You warned, choking on your whines and whimpers. This didnt feel like just an orgasm anymore. You felt like you were about to squirt.

Kaiser grins, increasing his pace despite your weak protests. Oh, he loved messes. Especially when he was the cause of them.

"Let go then" he growled, chasing that feeling for you "squirt all over me. Fucking nasty" he leans forward slightly, crushing you with his hard muscles to watch your face, the tears, the drool, the way your lips tremble, and then looks down at where his fat cock disappears inside of you... mesmerized.

One hand reaches down, hunching his body around yours uncomfortably to press shaky fingers onto your swollen clit, rubbing in tight circles while his cock kept drilling into you, pressing harder into that spot inside of you that made you tremble and see stars. "Come on, liebling...give it to me...my good girl...my perfect woman.."

That was it.

You shattered, screaming his name as your cunt clamped hard around him, pulling him in deeper each time he dragged his cock out, making him choke out and stutter in his movements.

You couldnt hear anything except your own heart pounding in your ears, couldnt see anything but white bliss, edges of your vision blurred, mind turned to mush as endorphins exploded throughout your whole body, pussy spraying thin liquid all over his abs and soaking his shorts with it, making him actually whimper at the sight.

He did this to you. Him, with his cock alone.

"Fuck..!" He was struggling to breathe, slamming into you one last time, even that thrust broken now, wavering, stilling when his sharp v line met with the curve of your ass and collapsing on top of you.

You could vividly make out the familiar sound of his voice, accompanied by his heavy breathing and you could most definitely feel the way his shaft twitched wildly within your pulsing walls, pumping rope after rope of thick, sticky cum into your womb, so much that it spilled out around his cock and dripped down onto the field beneath both your violently trembling bodies.

"So good for me...did so well, schatz" he whispered, pressing frantic kisses along the back of your shoulders, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your own damp skin.

He pulled out with a soft sigh, satisfied, running his fingers through the mess he made, proudly and parting your puffy lips apart to watch the globs of his potent cum leaking out obscenely.

You turned your head lazily, gazing at him from over your shoulder, your heart warm and your body pleased. "Micha...I love you" you whispered to him, making him still.

His heart raced. His eyes softened. Fuck...you were making him so weak. He hated you for that, but...

He cupped your cheek, brushing your lower lip with his thumb while his half lidded, blue hues searched your face for any signs of lies... finding pure devotion and love. He swallowed the forming lump in his throat, blinking fast just in case tears would come out.

"I know.." he whispered eventually, voice raw with unspoken feelings. He didnt say he loved you back. He couldnt. Not yet, not with how vulnerable he was already feeling by realizing he was finally loved.

Yet you saw it. You knew he did, by the way he leaned in and kissed your forehead, by the gentle way he helped you up to your legs and by the way he draped a lazy arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side protectively, by the way he kept smothering your head with kisses as the two of you started walking to the locker room, sneaking around the facility.

"Youre never leaving my side. I wont let you" he confessed in a strained whisper, keeping his eyes focused ahead, his hand caressing your arm softly.

You stand there in silence, listening to all his nonsense babbling and feeling remorse for him. It was stupid, the last thing Shigaraki would ever want is people feeling pity for him, yet you couldn't help but feel a little bad for the villain. Sighing, you turn to leave, but stop all together when a particular plank you step on makes a high pitched, squeaky noise.

You hold still, holding your breath as you beg for Tomura not to have heard you, your heart pumping faster then ever before, adrenaline rushing through your body. How would you ever explain your presence near his door in the middle of the night to him? Hell, he would probably not even give you a chance at explaining yourself if he found out you've heard him talking to himself in such an intimate moment.

Shigaraki turns his head abruptly to where the noise came from, slowly moving to fiddle with the door handle as if to unlock it. "Who's there?" His voice resonates through the thin walls, his other hand coming up to his neck as he's started to feel frustrated, scratching at the dry skin relentlessly as he grunts quietly. Nevertheless, he already has a pretty good idea on who it could be behind the door due to the familiar presence lingering in the air.

"Shit..." you curse under your breath, wanting to slap yourself for your own stupidity before sighing and accepting your fate. "It's me, I'm sorry if I had bothered you in any way, I'll leave you be. Sorry again, boss." You muttered, trying to make your way out of the situation and escape without any damage. Clearly it wasn't going to be that easy, was it?

"No you fucking won't" He snaps as he opens the door, revealing his hunched figure and his clearly disturbed face expression, red eyes staring you up and down. He moves slightly to the side, as if leaving room for you to enter. "You've come for a reason, haven't you? You've got at least some sort of brain inside your head, haven't you?? I'm sure you had a good, undeniable reason to make your presence known at 3 AM in the morning, right?" He urges you on, a cynic smile making it's way on his chapped lips, grin so wide it already made you feel uneasy.

You gulped, feeling your knees grow weak as you decide not to push his limits any further, stepping inside the room and letting him close the door behind you. Your eyes widen as you hear the lock click twice, signaling that Shigaraki's locked the door, meaning you wouldn't be able to leave this room willingly anytime soon. Another anxious thought washes over you, overlapping your previous worry by fear as he walks in front of you, one of his fingers pointing at a chair, a silent order for you to sit down.

You oblige immediately, wobbly feet carrying you to the chair as you take your place in it, hands placing themselves on your knees as your gaze fixates on the floor, unable and not wanting to meet his piercing gaze for now. It doesn't stop you from hearing his infuriated voice as he gets closer to you.

"Say now.. what could be so important that it was worth disturbing my peace in the middle of the night?" He asks sternly, red eyes staring down at your smaller figure and intimidating you without any additional effort. You ought not to speak, can't speak as a knot ties itself up in your throat, lips pressing themselves together as you can practically feel his gaze devouring you whole.

As moments of silence pass by, Shigaraki loses his patience, a stinging and sudden pain inflicting on your cheek and snapping you out of your trance as you're forced to meet his eyes, his two fingers slapping your cheek harshly as you gasp due to the pain and shock you're experiencing. "I told you to speak!" He groans, shaking his hand slightly as he's felt the slap himself. "Useless waste of oxygen, making me lose my precious time with things like this..."

You bring up a hand to cover up your already forming bruise, parted lips and widened eyes staring up at him as you felt a tear slip down your cheek. "I've just..." you don't get to finish your sentence as another slap of his fingers land on your other cheek, small chuckles leaving his mouth breathily.

"You've just.. you've just..." He mocks in your own tone, grabbing your chin forcefully and bringing your face upwards, so close to his own face that you can feel his ragged breath on your skin. "You're just too dumb to think, aren't you? Not able to think of anything at all with that worthless mind of yours, ain't I right? Huh? Speak!" He spits out, gritted teeth building up another grin as he awaits your next words.

Your cheeks burn, not only from the pain he's lingered on you, but from shame and embarrassment too, ashamed of yourself for feeling... aroused at the moment of humiliation you were involved in. You feel wetness sip down into your panties, forming a visible patch on them and you're even more worried now as you think of the possibility of leaving a wet spot on the cushion chair you're sat in.

"Mhmm.." you mumbled, nodding at his accusations as your lower lip wobbled softly, sobbing quietly as your teary eyes stared up into his, nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your top at the sight of him, at the danger of his almost whole hand grasping at your chin.

Surprisingly for him, you don't even try to fight back, you're not even struggling against his grip as he strengthens it up, practically pinching your skin now. He laughs suddenly, eyes not breaking contact with yours as he pulled your face closer to his "Whats that..? It seems you're enjoying this whole act, aren't you, whore?" He leans down to whisper in your ear "Do you like this? Is your pussy begging to be filled? Is it why you've come to my door in the middle of the night, hm? To beg for cock?..." One of his hands slides down to your tits, thumb grazing over your already hardened nipple as you bite back a moan once he tightly tugs on it.

"Please.." you beg, biting down your lip to quiet down your sounds at the pressure he was applying to your chest, pressing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to relief down your arousal.

You've always found Tomura attractive, you were sure everyone in the league noticed your gaze lingering on him for a little too long during any encounters with the heroes. You've just never thought about the possibility of him noticing you. With the way he was always focused on his only goal in life, with the way he never cared for anything else in the world, you had no hopes for actually finding yourself in such a heated situation with him.

"Now you're begging? Ha..! Filthy whore, nasty, dirty slut... What're you even begging for, do you know?" He mutters, grinning down at you as his fingers trail back up to your neck, not quite closing around it before you felt his teeth graze and scratch over the lobe of your ear. You whimper, shaking softly as you feel the way his fingers begin to close around your jugular "You of all the people should be aware of my quirk..." you feel his lips curl up in a gruesome smirk "what is it that you want? I'm one finger away from killing you right now... s'that what you're so prettily pleading for?"

Tears flood down your face, straight up crying now yet you can't help it with the fear you're experiencing, can't help it with the way it feels just too wrong to feel so aroused by this. "..I want your cock..." you finally speak up, bold words and demand hesitantly leaving your mouth.

The room is silent for a good second as Tomura releases the strong hold on your neck, his hand now moving upwards to hold your chin roughly in place, thumb grazing over your lower lip harshly. "...You're sick in the head" he laughs before pushing his finger past your lips, circling around your tongue. "Crazy slut begging for my cock"

You sob, making his cock twitch relentlessly within his tight jeans with the way you start lewdly sucking on his thumb, gagging softly when he pushes a little too deep into your mouth. "I bet you're dirtying the whole chair underneath you with your filthy cunt, huh?" He chuckles, withdrawing his finger suddenly and landing another slap on your face before stepping away from you to admire your state.

Hands obediently placed on your knees that don't seem to stop shaking, your own spit smeared all over your chin, mixed in with salty tears that fall down on your boobs, smearing down all the way to your hard nipples and soaking the fabric of your top up, making it cling to your skin and revealing all of you shamelessly.

Shigaraki walks back to you, gripping your arm tightly and putting you on your feet as you yelp at the unexpected move, letting him carry you over to his desk as he threw you on top of it, bumping one of his knees between your thighs, forcing them wide apart before grabbing full hands of your lower clothing, decaying your panties along with it and licking his dry lips at the sight of your pussy.

He sneers down at you, trapping one of your legs between his own thighs as he presses down on the plush of your skin, grunting out at the little yet delicious feeling of his hard cock rutting against you. He swiftly moves one of his hands between your thighs now, wasting no time in sticking one of his thick fingers up your pussy, without warning nor preparation.

"Ah!" You yelp out at the painful intrusion, biting back tears and whimpers. You sling one arm over your eyes and are quickly stopped from doing so by his strong hand keeping it in place and above your head.

"You wanted it, remember? Acting as if you weren't a needy whore bare minutes before this." He mutters through gritted teeth, plunging another finger deep into your cunt as he's started pulling in and out of it, leaving you no room for rest as you gasped for air, fingers trying to clutch at the hard wooden desk for at least some kind of grounding.

Despite the burning feeling, you push your hips down and into his fingers, relishing in the way you could feel him so close to you, moaning out loudly as soon as his thumb pressed down your clit, your heartbeat increasing at the way he's started straight up humping your thigh now.

"O-ohh..! Please, I need your cock, it's not enough...!" You whine out, body squirming on his desk in a desperate attempt to get him to fuck you. Instead, you feel his hand resume his place on your neck, squeezing tightly and restricting your access to air as you see him stare up at you with the corner of your eye, noticing the sudden shift in demeanor. He's angry, annoyed at you.

"Oh won't you shut up already?" He snarls, fingers getting rougher and faster inside of your pussy. "Your whining and babbling is getting so annoying it's hard for me not to stand up and kick you out of here, unsatisfied, with your slutty cunt empty. Is that what you're trying to reach by crying like that?" He mutters, groaning from time to time whenever the fabric of his boxers grazed over a particular sensitive spot on the underside of his tip.

You rapidly shake your head, clearly alarmed by the thought of that, yet you clench down on his fingers at the harshness of his words. "Please please please no, I'll be good, just plea-" you gasp in pain as he squeezes down hard onto the meat of your pussy, almost tearing up the inside of your walls as you feel tears prickle at your eyes again.

"I told you to shut the fuck up, don't you get it?" Shigaraki repeats from within greeted teeth, making you fall completely silent now, only moans of pleasure now heard from you as he continues rutting against your thigh, eagerly fingering you. "Shit... fuck, you're so fucking wet, almost like you've gotten even more turned on by this, huh?" He stands up, withdrawing his fingers as you whimper in the emptiness he's left you in "Hush, I'm only getting ready to stuff you full of cock, be patient."

You nod in excitement as you hesitantly support your weight on your elbows, looking at him and admiring the sight in front of you as he unbuckles his belt, pulling out his reddened cock and pumping it hurriedly, throwing his head back and moaning as he focuses on his leaking, big tip. His shaft is even bigger, girthier, thicker, you notice, pretty v-line at his hips only making the sight even more desirable.

His head shots back to meet your gaze "ha.. hah..." He chuckles breathily, gripping at the base tightly as if letting you examine it standing hard. "You like it, bitch? What d'ya think, huh?" His manic red eyes question you, urging you on and adding to the heat in your lower belly.

You gulp down your want for him, nodding repeatedly "Y-yes, I need it so bad, Tomura, please.." you beg, eyes not leaving his as you feel your cunt ooze with arousal, closing around nothing when he approaches you, his hands gripping at your thighs from each side as he effortlessly rotates your body on the desk, leaving your head hanging off the edge and facing his dick.

"Then take it, sweetheart... it's all yours to worship, come on, open up" He grins as he taps his cockhead over your lips, smearing his precum all over your face before sliding it past and into your mouth, groaning, his voice blissful to your ears as you open your mouth wide open, the unusual petname he's whispered to you making your body shiver.

Both of his hands grip at your neck, holding you in place as he's started pounding into your throat, making you gag at his size and smell, yet feeling even more soaked than before. "That's it... good whore, doing a great job there" He praises, pressing down on your throat to make it tighter around his cock, moaning shamelessly while drooling slightly, small drops of his spit falling down on your chin, making you whimper around him.

His hips halter, uneven pace forceful and merciless as Shigaraki fucks your mouth and suddenly you're choking on his dick, throat fluttering tightly around it as he presses his hips flush against your mouth, balls resting against your nose and restricting your only source of fresh air.

You panic, shaking your head as one of your hands pushes against his pelvis, trying oh so desperately to get him off you so that you wouldn't suffocate to death on his cock. All you get in return is another sinister chuckle of his, pushing even deeper into your face "Ahh... fuck.. keep still, cunt" He orders, eyes rolling back into his head while his shaft throbs within your mouth.

You almost feel like passing out when he finally pulls away after another long moment, a long, thick trail of your spit hanging from his cockhead, smearing all over your tear stained face as you gasp for air, coughing up gobbles of drool, not seeming to get enough air as you heave uncontrollably under him.

Tomura clicks his tongue, watching you writhe while stroking his cock in long pumps "Stop being dramatic, I went way too easy on you.." He mumbles coldly, shaking off the spit off his dick and letting it fall down on the floor. "Fucking nasty, could you have gotten any messier than this?"

He yanks on your hair sharply, snapping you out of your attempt to calm down "What's wrong, hun? Already spent out?" He teases, eyes fixated on yours "I haven't cum yet, it's not fair to leave your boss with blue balls now, is it?"

You shudder, the burning pain on your scalp making you whimper softly and you can't lie to him when he's so close to you, can't lie about still wanting to be fucked by him. "M'not spent out.." you cough out, yet your state says otherwise, eyes blurred over and tears along with sticky precum smeared around your whole face. "...want your cock, please" you whisper, pouting softly and begging for him to fill you up once again.

You don't expect it, ready and prepared for anything but his lips pressing with weird softness on yours, the intimate and vulnerable moment ending way too quickly for your liking as he picks you up from the desk, hurriedly carrying you over to his bed.

You're placed on all your fours, Shigaraki getting on his knees behind you as his cockhead pokes at your entrance, dragging up and down your slit. You moan, face falling down into his sheets, his smell lingering on them as your hands curl up into them, grabbing tightly as you push your hips back into his with eagerness "fuck.. please, Tomura, just please fuck me.." your voice cracks down, chin shivering as you feel like crying again from how much you desired him.

"Hey, easy... easy, slutty baby" He whispers, smirking down at your ruined form as his body hunches over yours, lips barely touching your ear as he whispers into it "Don't worry, I'll fuck out every last bit of self consciousness out of your dumb little brain by morning" he promises, laughing breathily as he presses his dick into you, sliding in so easily due to how wet you were, resulting into you immediately letting out a gasp of pleasure and clutching down harder on the sheets underneath you.

Finally you feel it, the ecstasy of having him inside of you, pressing up against all of the right places as you can't help but moan continously with each snap of his hips against your ass. It all feels surreal, and for a moment you regret not having him fuck you earlier as you're so tired out that you almost see stars, present seemingly slowing down while Shigaraki fucks you raw.

You're a sight for sore eyes from Tomura's perspective, unfocused gaze and lulled out tongue as moans after moans fill the room, his hips not stopping even for a second as he watches your ass jiggle with each of his movements. "Holy fu-uuck..!" He heaves, not expecting to feel this heavenly nestled inside of you, balls slapping against your clit.

You don't hear him, not able to hear anything beside the slapping skin sound as you're drowning in a puddle of your own saliva, arousal and, mostly, undeniable pleasure. You can feel his nails digging deep into the flesh of your meaty thighs, whining like a bitch in heat at how much pleasure you were receiving.

"You're sucking me in so tightly, hah.. wouldn't be able to pull out even if I wanted to, your hole's drawing me right back in" He laughs, tilting his head in bliss and resting it against his shoulders while he watches his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered in a thick layer of sheer, slick wetness.

He's high striked in his own cloud of pleasure right now, almost feeling like he's a virgin all over again, cursing under his breath whenever you clenched down on him, so tight he had to hold back from cumming a couple of times.

His body curls down on yours, mouth greedily attaching to your nape, tongue licking all over your sweaty skin as he bites down on your skin, rutting into you desperately, fucking you in an almost animalistic way. You don't react at the burning pain, only moaning dumbly as you feel your orgasm approaching.

With another deep thrust of his hips pressing flush against you, you whine out, cumming on his cock the next second while your fingernails tear through his bed sheets, biting down on them as you tiredly fuck your hips back up into his, body exhausted and drenched out from each and every last drop of strength within it.

You want to scream out at the overstimulating pleasure as soon as you feel him pulling out of you slowly, pressing right back into your cunt as soon as you've come down from your high, yet all you're capable of is small, helpless whimpers, too weak and dizzy to be able of more than that.

"Fuck.." you faintly hear Shigaraki curse above you, his moans way easier to catch with the way he's becoming quite loud himself "I'm about to cum..." He stutters against the back of your neck, hot, ragged breathing tickling your skin.

Using all the will inside of you, your head lifts up the slightest to take in the sight of his face distorting in bliss, biting your lip when he abruptly pulls out of you, stroking his shaft desperately a few more times and letting his hips fuck faster into his hand before his movements come to a stop, white cum messily landing on your lower back as he heaves and pants, stuffing his tip right back into your pussy on his last shot of cum and filling you up sweetly and you smile at the warmth it spreads within your body, happily falling back down onto his bed and closing your eyes with a soft sigh.

Shigaraki breathes out heavily, dry lips parted the slightest as he admires you laying under him, covered and filled up with his cum and it almost makes him hard all over again. He reaches down, finger pushing a strand of hair out of your sticky face, tapping your cheek sternly "Hey" he calls out and your eyes open up briefly, meeting his gaze "You're mine now..." He mutters, and you realize he's serious now by the deadly stare he sends you, rubbing sweat off his forehead before standing up and leaving you rest off in his bed as you hear the door handle click and heavy footsteps exit the door.