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vivian hugo ۶ৎ

wet & grinding for more × you’re needy for him × he lied that he was gonna go slow and gentle × he’s so pussy drunk .. × he finally comes home × yummy cum ! × you have to stay quiet or else × you both needed this .. × he’s talking to you through it × just licking the tip

michael kaiser ۶ৎ

all he wants is you × stay quiet.. × you told him to go harder .. × you couldn’t help yourself but to jerk him off × he’s so big you couldn’t help yourself × he’s such a tease × he missed you so much × pleasing you while pleasing himself × this is perfect × he’s so mean

sae itoshi ۶ৎ

this is hot × so oily × missionary cus you love his face × what a nice view × you gotta work for it × how he fingers you × grinding on him cus you missed him × mmmm × it’s just so good × he’s clingy when he misses you

bunny iglesias ۶ৎ

you both needed it and it shows × you’re a moaning mess for him × another quickie in the car before his training × whatever pace you wants because he doesn’t mind × morning sex with him × he stopped moving so you had to do the work × up and down and repeat × take your punishment × ouuu he came back from practice needing you × jerking him off

julian loki ۶ৎ

yummy blowjob × just the tip × pulled out in time × bounce on it like a good girl × ride it like there’s no time left × you needed him so bad × in front of the mirror so you can see but you fold easily × tehehe you asked for it × you asked him to go harder on you × you wanted it badly

don lorenzo ۶ৎ

you both couldn’t keep quiet × backshots everyday × he couldn’t stop teasing you × sitting on his face & more × what he sends you while you’re gone × he loves your thighs × you’re a good girl for him × creampie × he filled you up

teddy knight ۶ৎ

OMAYGASHH GURL THANKS FOR REQUESTING ME FOR THIS I WAITED FOR THIS, KEEP READING HERE'S THE REQUEST

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐗𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!! dub-con and non-con, gangbang, lifting position, rough sex, full nelson, erotic poster, handjob, sucking boobs, double penetration, blowjob, cumshot, squirting, begging, dacryphilia etc.

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: i make it full huhuhu, i literally tired i through it's easy to write this!!

The fluorescent light in your private office hummed a steady, low note, the only sound accompanying the soft click of your keyboard. You were deep in the schedules, cross-referencing training regimens against match days for the New Generation 11. The workload was relentless, but you thrived on the order of it—the spreadsheets and timetables a small domain you fully controlled.

Your reflection stared back at you from the dark monitor whenever you paused, a vision of professional composure that felt like armor against the chaos of the locker room. The fitted caramel polo hugged the generous curve of your chest, the fabric stretched taut across your breasts, the embroidered crest sitting just over your heart. The black blazer cinched at your waist, a severe line of fabric that emphasized the flare of your hips. Your matching skirt fell just above your knees, a modest length that betrayed nothing of the secret beneath—the delicate, intricate web of suspender belts holding your sheer stockings taut against your thighs. Every time you shifted in your chair, the nylon whispered against itself, a constant reminder of the lingerie you had chosen to wear beneath your uniform.

The door opened without a knock.

Anri stepped in, her expression businesslike but carrying a hint of that particular exhaustion that came from managing geniuses. "There you are," she said, not bothering with pleasantries. "I need you to head to the New Generation 11 waiting room. They have a briefing coming up. Playing schedules, daily operations, running specific drills, developing game strategies. I'd do it myself, but I have a conference call with the league in five minutes."

You nodded, saving your work and standing. The stockings rustled against the backs of your knees. "Of course. I'll handle it." You gathered the printed schedules and strategy notes, tucking them under your arm. The paper felt crisp and official, a shield of normalcy.

The walk from your office to the waiting room was a familiar route, past training pitches and trophy cases, the distant echo of a ball being kicked against a wall. The door to the New Generation 11 room was heavy, soundproofed. You pushed it open without hesitation.

You wished you hadn't.

The room was a haze of steam and body heat. The air was thick with the scent of shower gel, sweat, and masculine musk. Seven pairs of eyes turned towards you.

Sae Itoshi was sprawled on the long leather couch, shirtless, his lean, perfectly sculpted torso bare. His jersey shorts rode dangerously high on his muscular thighs. The defined lines of his abdomen looked carved from marble, each ridge a testament to brutal training. Vivian Hugo sat beside him, arms crossed over his massive chest, his burgundy hair slightly damp, his body is huge and hard-earned muscle. Loki lounged on the floor, back against the wall, golden eyes tracking your entrance immediately, his abs catching the dim light. Teddy Knight was doing pull-ups on the doorframe, sweat glistening on his broad back.

But your eyes darted to the right, and the air froze in your lungs.

Michael Kaiser and Bunny Iglesias stepped out of the en-suite bathroom together, fresh from the showers, matching towels wrapped low around their hips. Water still dripped from Kaiser's blue hair and you see his full tattoo, tracing a path down his toned chest, past his navel, disappearing beneath the white fabric. His cock was already half-hard, tenting the towel obscenely. Bunny's lavender hair was slicked back, his skin was full of scars glowing, the towel sitting so low that the sharp V of his hip bones was fully visible, a trail of blonde hair leading down from his navel.

And then—Don Lorenzo.

He was standing in the middle of the room, completely naked, drying his dark with purple hair with a towel as if he were utterly alone. He was unashamed, his cock hanging thick and heavy between his thighs, a thick vein running along its shaft, the head dark and flushed. It swung slightly as he moved, a heavy pendulum of flesh that drew your eyes against your will.

You gasped. Your face flooded with heat. Your hands flew to your eyes, covering them. "Oh my god—I'm sorry, I didn't realize—I didn't know you were changing—"

"Relax, principessa." Lorenzo's voice was a low, amused rumble, completely unhurried. "You've seen one before. Come closer."

Hugo's gaze swept over your body. You felt it like a physical touch, the way his eyes lingered on the swell of your breasts beneath the polo, the curve of your waist cinched by the blazer, the line of your hips, the hem of your skirt. Then he looked down. At your legs. The sheer shimmer of the stockings. The faint outline of the suspender belts holding them in place.

His jaw tightened. You saw his cock twitch visibly beneath his jersey shorts.

"What are you doing here?" Hugo's voice was calm, measured, but there was an edge to it, a dark hunger lurking beneath the surface.

You forced your hands down, your voice steady despite the heat in your cheeks. "Anri sent me. I have announcements regarding the playing schedules, daily operations, specific drills, and game strategy development."

Kaiser stepped closer, his towel doing nothing to hide the growing bulge beneath it. "What a hottie," he purred, his voice a silken drawl. He reached out, his fingers brushing your chin, tilting your head up to meet his piercing blue eyes. "You can touch my cock, you know. Suck it, even. I won't stop you. I'd love to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around me."

You jerked back, slapping his hand away. "That's not—I'm not here for—"

Bunny appeared at your side like a shadow.

His hand landed on your waist. Warm. Firm. His fingers pressed into the fabric of your blazer, gripping the curve of your hip. Your breath hitched in your throat.

"Is that all, princesa?" His voice was soft, almost tender, but there was a predatory gleam in his eyes that made your stomach flip. "Just announcements?"

You swallowed hard, trying to pull away. His grip tightened. "Yes. That's all."

He leaned in. His nose brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hot against your pulse point. You felt him inhale—deep, slow, savoring, like he was memorizing your scent. A shudder ran through you.

Then his tongue traced a wet, deliberate line up your throat, from your collarbone to just below your ear.

A jolt went through you. You shoved at his chest with both hands. He didn't move. Didn't even flinch. His body was solid, unyielding, a wall of warm muscle.

"Stop—"

Kaiser's hands found your chest. He cupped your tits through the fitted polo, squeezing firmly, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples until they hardened beneath the fabric, pebbling against the cotton.

A moan escaped your lips before you could stop it. A traitorous, embarrassing sound that you couldn't stifle.

"Stop," you whimpered, tears already welling in your eyes. "Please—I'm begging you—"

Hugo moved closer. His large hand cupped your cheek, his calloused thumb wiping the first tear that fell. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

"Don't cry, ma fille."

His voice was soft. Soft and dangerous.

Then his lips met yours.

It wasn't a kiss. It was a claiming. His mouth slanted over yours, demanding, possessive. His tongue slid past your lips without resistance, tasting you, exploring you, mapping every inch of your mouth. The taste of him flooded your senses—coffee, wine, him. Your hands flew up to push at his chest, but it was like pushing against a wall of concrete. His free hand found the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, holding you in place while he plundered your mouth.

You tried to slap him.

He caught your wrist in an iron grip without breaking the kiss. "Don't," he murmured against your lips. "You'll only hurt yourself."

Kaiser laughed, a low, cruel sound. He lifted you off your feet like you weighed nothing, his arms wrapping around your thighs. He carried you to the long conference table in the center of the room and laid you down on the cold wood. Your back arched against the hard surface, the chill seeping through your thin polo.

You tried to sit up, but Teddy's hands pressed down on your shoulders, firm and unyielding. Sae moved to join him, his fingers already working the buttons of your blazer, sliding it off your shoulders with practiced efficiency. The fabric pooled on the floor.

"No—please—I was just delivering a message—"

Teddy's hands found the hem of your polo. He pulled it up, over your head, the fabric tearing slightly in his haste. Your tits bounced free, full and heavy, straining against the cups of your fitted bra. The sheer lace did nothing to hide your nipples, already hard from fear and the cool air.

"Nice tits, slut." Lorenzo's voice was casual, almost bored. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra in one smooth motion, his fingers deft and experienced. The straps slid down your arms, and your breasts were bare, exposed to the hungry eyes of seven men.

Loki's fingers found the zipper of your skirt. He pulled it down slowly, deliberately, the sound loud in the quiet room. He slid the fabric over your hips, your thighs, your ankles, until you were left in just your stockings.

The suspender belts hugged your waist, the clips holding the sheer nylon taut against your legs. The black lace of your panties was the only thing left covering your core, a thin barrier between you and complete exposure.

Hugo's breath caught in his throat. His eyes traced the lines of the suspender belts, the way they framed your hips, the way the stockings made your legs look impossibly long. "Fuck," he breathed. "Look at you. Every inch of you."

"I'll do it."

He knelt between your legs. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, his knuckles brushing against your sensitive skin. You bucked, trying to kick, but Bunny and Teddy grabbed your ankles, pinning them to the table with bruising force.

"Please—" Your voice cracked. "Please stop—this isn't funny—"

Hugo pulled your panties down. Slowly. Deliberately. Inch by agonizing inch, until the fabric slid past your knees, your ankles, and then you were naked. Completely. Utterly. Naked.

You tried to cover yourself, your hands flying to your chest, your thighs clamping together. Kaiser grabbed one wrist, Bunny the other, and they pinned your arms above your head, stretching you out like an offering on an altar.

"Don't hide," Hugo murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You're beautiful. And we're going to enjoy every inch of you."

Sae's hand wrapped around your ankle. He spread your legs apart, opening you up to their gazes. The cool air kissed your wet slit.

"Sae—don't—"

The seven of them surrounded you.

Loki, Sae, and Teddy pulled off their jersey shorts, their cocks springing free. You'd seen Hugo's cock, thick, veined, it looked even bigger than lorenzo but this close, in this light, — precum beading at the tip. Loki's was long and curved upward, a thick, flushed weapon that pointed towards his navel. Sae's was perfectly straight, the head a smooth, dark pink, his shaft lean and elegant. Teddy's was a thick slab of meat, heavily veined, the tip glistening with a bead of clear fluid.

Kaiser and Bunny dropped their towels.

Kaiser's cock was long and pale, curved slightly to the left, the head a deep angry red. Bunny's was thick and imposing, the head a dark ruddy color, the shaft heavily veined.

Lorenzo was already naked, his cock standing at full attention, the thick head bobbing slightly as he stepped forward.

You looked away, your face burning with shame and unwanted heat.

Lorenzo's hand caught your chin. He forced your head back around, forced you to look at him, to look at his cock standing proud and erect, less than an inch from your lips. "Suck my cock first."

"I—I can't—I've never—"

He threaded his fingers through your hair, gripping tight, the sharp tug sending a jolt of pain through your scalp. "You can. And you will."

He guided his cock to your lips. You kept them pressed shut, your breath hitching in panic. He tapped the head against them, once, twice, the tip leaving a smear of salty precum on your skin.

"Open."

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He tugged your hair, sharp and sudden, the pain making you yelp. Your mouth fell open just enough for him to slide inside.

The taste of him hit your tongue. Salt. Musk. Him. His scent filled your nostrils, overwhelming and intoxicating, a mix of soap and raw masculinity. He filled your mouth completely, your cheeks bulging, the head bumping the back of your throat.

You gagged.

"Swallow it," he said, his voice flat, commanding. "All of it."

He thrust deeper. His cock hit the back of your throat, and you choked, tears streaming down your cheeks, but your lips closed around him automatically, your throat trying to accommodate the invasion.

"That's it. Good girl."

Hugo and Loki moved to your sides. Their cocks were right there, hard and heavy, inches from your face, the heat radiating off them in waves. You knew what they wanted.

You had no choice.

Your hands wrapped around them. Loki first. Then Hugo. Both of them thick and heavy in your palms, the skin hot and silky, the veins pulsing beneath your fingers. You started moving your hands, stroking them in a desperate rhythm while Lorenzo fucked your mouth, setting a steady, punishing pace.

Their moans filled the room.

"Merde—just like that—putain—her hand feels incredible—" Hugo said

"Oui, ma fille—don't stop—please—just like that—" Loki said

You lost track of time. The wet sounds of your mouth, the heat of their cocks in your hands, the taste of Lorenzo on your tongue, the aching stretch of your jaw—it was all too much. Your mind went blank, floating somewhere above your body.

Hugo grunted. His hips bucked into your hand, his rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm—merde—I'm going to—"

His cum shot across your cheek. Hot. Thick. White ropes splattered across your skin, dripping down your face, running into your hairline.

Loki followed, his body tensing. "Fuck—ma fille—" His cum hit your chin, your neck, pooling in the hollow of your collarbone, warm and sticky.

Then Lorenzo pulled out. He aimed at your face, his hand stroking himself furiously, and his cum painted your lips, your nose, your eyelids, coating your face in thick, hot ropes. You coughed, choked, and his cum dripped into your open mouth. You swallowed without thinking, the taste bitter and salty on your tongue.

Sae was on the floor.

He lay back on the plush carpet, his cock standing upright, glistening with precum, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your stomach flip despite everything you had already endured.

"Ride me."

Your legs trembled as you slid off the table, your feet touching the carpet. You were still naked, cum dripping from your face, your body a mess of fluids and shame. You crawled to him on hands and knees, your limbs shaking, your skin sensitive to the fibers of the carpet. You straddled his hips, positioning yourself over him, feeling the heat of his body radiating upward.

"Don't make me wait."

You lowered yourself onto him.

The stretch was exquisite. Painful. Perfect. He filled you completely, his cock sliding deep inside your wet pussy, hitting a spot that made your vision blur and your back arch involuntarily. Your walls clenched around him, trying to accommodate his size. A broken moan tore from your throat.

You started moving. Up. Down. Your hips found a rhythm, your head falling back, the shame mixing with the unwanted pleasure that coiled in your belly.

"Faster," Sae commanded, his hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise.

You obeyed, your pace quickening, the sounds of your bodies slapping together filling the room.

Bunny appeared behind you. You felt his cock pressing against your ass, slick with precum, the head nudging your tightest hole.

"Sae," Bunny said, his voice strained with need. "Can we share?"

"No." Sae's hands gripped your hips tighter, guiding your pace, his eyes never leaving yours. "She's mine right now."

"No, huh?" Bunny's voice dropped, dangerous. He didn't ask again.

His hands found your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin. He positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging your ass, applying steady pressure. You could feel the slickness of his precum against your tight ring of muscles.

"Bunny—" Your voice was high, panicked. "Bunny, no—please—I can't take both—"

He pushed inside.

You screamed.

Two cocks. Two holes. Stuffed full. The pressure was immense, the stretch almost too much, a white-hot shock of fullness and invasion. You were sandwiched between them, Sae inside your pussy, Bunny buried in your ass, both of them filling you completely. You could feel them through the thin wall of flesh separating your holes.

"Fuck," Sae groaned, his head falling back, his eyes rolling. "She's so tight—clenching around me—squeezing me like a fist—"

"Move," Bunny said, his voice rough. "Now."

They started thrusting. Not in sync—against each other. Sae pushed up as Bunny pulled back. Bunny drove deep as Sae withdrew. You were being fucked from both ends, your body a vessel for their pleasure, each thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through your abused system. Tears streamed down your face, but your hips moved of their own accord, your body betraying you.

Teddy's cock appeared in front of your face. Thick. Veined. Leaking precum, the head glistening in the dim light.

"Suck."

You opened your mouth, and he slid inside, filling your throat. Your moans were muffled by his length, the sounds coming out as strangled whimpers around his thick shaft. He thrust gently, letting you adjust, but his size made you gag with every push.

Kaiser and Lorenzo moved to your sides. Their cocks were in your hands, hard and heavy, and you stroked them mechanically, your mind blank from the relentless assault on your senses, your body moving on autopilot. The slick sounds of your hands on their shafts filled the gaps between the wet slaps of bodies.

Hugo and Loki pressed against you from either side, their mouths finding your tits. They sucked together, their tongues lashing your nipples, their teeth grazing the sensitive peaks, making you arch into their mouths despite yourself. The dual sensations—the suction on your breasts, the fullness in your holes, the cocks in your hands and mouth—was an overwhelming overload.

Your body was theirs.

Every hole filled. Every inch of skin touched. You were crying, you realized. The tears streamed down your face, mixing with the cum and saliva that coated your skin.

You felt yourself building. That pressure coiling in your belly. The heat spreading through your thighs. The tension winding tighter and tighter.

"No—I can't—I'm going to—"

Your orgasm crashed through you like a tsunami. Your body jerked violently, your pussy clenching around Sae, your ass tightening around Bunny. You squirted, hot liquid gushing onto Sae's thighs, soaking the carpet beneath you, the sensation overwhelming and involuntary.

"Fuck," Kaiser hissed, his hand tightening on your wrist. "She's squirting—she's actually fucking squirting—"

Your hand on his cock tightened involuntarily. He groaned, his hips jerking, and his cum spurting across your fingers, hot and thick, dripping onto your thigh.

Lorenzo followed, his body shuddering as his cum dripped down your wrist, pooling in your palm.

Teddy's hips jerked. He came in your mouth, hot and thick, and you swallowed without thinking, your throat working around him, the taste of him flooding your senses.

Hugo and Loki pulled away from your tits, their chins wet with saliva and sweat, both of them breathing heavily.

They all pulled out, one by one, leaving you empty and gaping. The loss was almost as violent as the invasion.

You collapsed forward, your forehead pressing into the carpet, which was soaked with a mix of cum and your own fluids. Your body was trembling, your limbs weak.

Before you could catch your breath, hands lifted you.

Hugo.

He wrapped your legs around his waist, your back pressed against his solid chest, his body a wall of heat. He was still hard, his cock pressing against your thigh, hot and insistent.

"Hugo—"

He didn't answer.

He lined himself up and pushed inside you in one brutal, bottoming-out thrust, filling you completely without warning.

You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks on his skin.

He started moving immediately. Standing. Holding you like you weighed nothing. His hips snapped forward, each thrust driving deeper and harder, the angle hitting places that made your vision white out. His hands cupped your ass, spreading your cheeks.

Loki moved behind you. His hands spread your ass cheeks apart, cool air hitting your used, slippery hole, and you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against it.

"No—please—I can't take any more—I'm so full—"

"Ma fille," Loki murmured, his lips brushing your ear,his voice soft and utterly cruel. "Don't hide it. Don't hide how much you love this."

He pushed inside.

You screeched.

Double penetration. Again. Two cocks stretching you, filling you, fucking you from both ends while you were completely suspended in Hugo's arms. Hugo's cock drove into your pussy while Loki's thrust into your ass, both of them moving in a relentless rhythm that made your mind go completely blank.

Loki's hand cupped your chin. He turned your face to him, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was almost gentle. Almost loving. He kissed you while he fucked you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you.

Then Hugo's lips found yours too, turning your head to the side. They took turns kissing you, their mouths claiming yours as their cocks claimed your body, each kiss stealing your breath and your sanity.

"We're going to come," Hugo growled against your lips.

"Inside," Loki added, his voice strained. "Both of us. Fill you up."

You felt them swell. Felt their rhythm falter. Felt the heat building, building—

They came together.

Hot. Thick. A flood. You felt the cum flooding your holes, spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs to the floor. Your body convulsed uncontrollably. Another orgasm ripped through you, your pussy clenching around Hugo's cock, your ass tightening around Loki's.

You squirted again, the liquid splashing against Hugo's stomach, soaking the front of his body, running down his abs.

Your vision went white. Then black.

You didn't know how long you were out. Time had lost all meaning.

When you came to, you were on the floor. Your body ached in places you didn't know could ache. Your mind was foggy, thoughts moving like molasses through syrup. You were lying on the carpet, your limbs splayed, cum leaking from every hole, a puddle of mixed fluids forming a sticky pool beneath you.

Your head fell against Hugo's shoulder. Your moans were raw, broken, barely human.

Your body was still trembling beneath the room, the echoes of the first round still singing in your overstimulated nerves. You thought it was finished. You thought they were done with you. But the heavy breathing in the room hadn't faded. The footsteps hadn't retreated.

Then hands slid under you. It's Teddy.

He pulled you up from the leather bench, dragging your exhausted body into a new position. He leaned back against the padded armrest, his head tilting back, his legs stretching out in front of him. He pulled you against his chest, your back to his front, your legs draped over his. It was a lazy, intimate pose, like an erotic poster come to life. His head rested against the bench, his eyes half-closed, a lazy smile curling his lips.

He lifted you, cradling you against his chest, his arms strong and steady. He carried you to the long leather bench against the wall, the cool surface kissing your heated back as he sat down.

He settled you on his lap, your legs straddling his hips.

"Come on." His voice was steady. Kind, almost. Gentle. "One more. Ride me. Then we're done."

Your legs were trembling so hard you could barely hold yourself up.

"I can't—"

"You can." His hands guided your hips, positioning you over him. His cock slid against your thigh, slick with precum and the remnants of previous encounters. "One more. Then I promise we're done."

You positioned yourself over him. The head of his cock pressed against your raw, sensitive entrance. You were so sensitive, so swollen, every touch sending sparks of painful pleasure through your nerves.

You lowered yourself onto him with a broken sob.

He filled you. Not as deep as the others, but full. Warm. Present. He stretched you in a way that was different from the others—slower, gentler, more deliberate.

Teddy's hands found me first.

His hand splayed across your waist, fingers pressing deep into the soft flesh of your hips. He pulled me tighter against him, and you felt his cock, still hard, pressing against the small of your back. His lips found you neck, trailing soft, nibbling kisses up to your jaw. A moan slipped from your throat before you could stop it, a weak, traitorous sound.

"Shh," he murmured against my skin. "Just feel it."

His hand slid up, cupping your breast. He squeezed gently at first, then harder, his thumb rubbing over your nipple until it peaked beneath his touch. His mouth finally met yours in a deep, slow kiss. His tongue slid past your lips, tasting you, exploring you with a languid intimacy that made your head spin.

"Please-" You thought, your mind a wrecked sob of exhaustion and unwanted heat. "Please, I can't take this anymore..."

He didn't stop.

His lips trailed down your throat, your collarbone, until his mouth closed over your nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue lashing the sensitive peak, and your back arched against him involuntarily. Your hips bucked, grinding against his cock. He groaned against your breast, the vibration sending a shiver through your entire body.

His free hand slid down your stomach, between your legs. His fingers found you slick, swollen, still open from the previous assault. He guided himself to your entrance, teasing the head against my clit before pushing inside in one slow, deep glide.

You gasped, your body arching into him. He filled you completely, stretching you in a way that was different from the others—slower, fuller, more deliberate. He thrust at a lazy pace, each roll of his hips pressing deep inside you. His hand never left your breast, squeezing and teasing in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Come with me," he breathed into your ear.

His thumb found your clit, pressing in tight circles. The pressure built too fast, too intense. Your orgasm ripped through you, tight and violent, your walls clenching around him. He followed instantly, his hips jerking as he spilled himself inside you. You felt his cum flooding your sensitive channel, hot and thick.

He held you there for a long moment, his arms wrapped around you, his breathing rough against your neck. Then he eased you onto the bench, spent and shaking.

You barely had time to catch your breath.

Kaiser's hands were on you next, dragging you off the bench and onto the floor. The carpet was rough against your knees. He lay flat on his back, his legs straight out, his cock standing proud and slick with a mix of our fluids.

"Get on," he commanded. His voice was sharp, brooking no refusal.

You hesitated. Your legs screamed in protest. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist, pulling you toward him.

You straddled his hips, turning your back to him. You lowered yourself onto his cock, feeling him slide deep inside you. The position was pure surrender—your back against his chest, his legs bracketing yours, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs.

His grip was brutal. His fingers dug into your flesh, spreading your legs wide, holding you open. The stretch was painful, the pressure intense. He forced your knees up, bending you open for him.

"Ride," he growled.

You lifted and dropped. His cock bottomed out inside you, deeper than you thought possible. Your weight pressed you down onto him. He thrust up from below, his hips slamming against yours. The slapping sound of our bodies echoed in the room.

His grip on your legs tightened. "Faster."

You obeyed. You couldn't do anything else. Your thighs burned, your knees ached, but you moved faster, harder. He met every drop with a brutal upward thrust, fucking you from below with a relentless rhythm.

"Hurts," you whimpered.

"Good."

He laughed, a sharp, cutting sound. His hands shifted, gripping you tighter, forcing you to take him deeper. Pressure built in your core, white-hot and blinding. You came with a scream that tore your throat, your body shuddering violently. You squirted against him, hot liquid gushing down his stomach, soaking the carpet beneath us.

He kept thrusting, driving you through the orgasm until it was too much, until you collapsed forward, your palms flat on the floor in front of him. He pulled out and shoved you aside, spent but satisfied.

Lorenzo caught me before you could fall completely.

He lifted you, laughing. His voice was a dark, playful melody that sent a shiver down your spine. "My turn, principessa."

He laid you out on the bench, positioning himself between your spread legs. He hovered over you, his weight pressing you into the leather, his laugh vibrating against your skin. He cupped your cheeks, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.

"You ready for me?"

You didn't answer. You couldn't.

He entered you with a single, brutal thrust. But he didn't start pounding immediately. He humped. Deep, grinding rolls of his hips that hit every sensitive, abused nerve inside you. He laughed against your throat, a low, breathless sound, while his hips worked in a relentless circle.

"Look at you," he chuckled. "Taking it so well. Such a good little coach."

His pace quickened. The grinding became a frantic rhythm. His hips slapped against yours, harder, faster. His laugh turned into a low, groaning pant against your throat.

You was a mess of incoherent moans, tears streaming down your face. Your hands clawed at his shoulders, trying to push him away, but you had no strength left. He was too heavy, too strong.

His rhythm became erratic. He groaned, his body shuddering. "I'm coming—fuck—take it—"

His cum flooded me, hot and thick, and you shattered beneath him. Your orgasm crashed into you, wave after wave, my body convulsing uncontrollably. You squirted again, soaking his thighs, the bench beneath you.

He collapsed on top of you, panting, laughing softly against your shoulder. Then he rolled off, leaving me a trembling, leaking mess on the bench.

You couldn't move. You couldn't speak. You just lay there, panting, whimpering, your body a raw, open wound of sensation.

The air shifted around yours. Grew thick. Hot.

You opened my eyes.

They were circling me. Sae. Loki. Hugo. Kaiser. Teddy. Bunny. Lorenzo. All seven of them, standing over me, around me, their jerking on their cocks hard in hands. You watched, dazed, as their fists moved over their shafts, stroking themselves in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"One more," Bunny said, his voice a dark hiss. "For luck."

They aimed at you.

Thick ropes of cum splashed across your face. Across your tits. Your stomach. Your thighs. It painted your skin in layers, hot and sticky. It dripped from your chin, pooled in the hollow of your collarbone, ran down your sides. You squeezed my eyes shut, but you felt it—the hot, relentless torrent that covered every inch of you.

Your soaking in it, kinda looks like your soaking in milk, your mind floating somewhere above your body.

You cried. Real tears mixing with the cum on your cheeks. You had never—never—been treated like this. Used like this. Consumed like this.

A shadow fell over you. Hands brushed through my wet, tangled hair.

Hugo knelt beside you.

His voice was soft. Tender. The complete opposite of the monster who had fucked you earlier. "Don't cry, ma fille."

His thumb wiped the tears and cum from your cheek, a gesture so gentle it made you cry harder. "You made us cheer for our match tomorrow," he murmured. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, then your lips, slow and warm. "Thanks, coach."

The others began to dress. The sounds of zippers and buckles filled the room.

Kaiser's voice cut through my daze. "You should take a shower before you get obvious to others." It was practical advice, delivered in that cold, cutting tone of his.

You pushed myself up on shaking arms. Your legs wouldn't hold you. Teddy helped you stand, steadying me with a hand on your elbow. "We'll clean you up."

He guided you to the en-suite bathroom. The water was hot. You scrubbed at your skin until it was raw, but you couldn't scrub away the memories. The lingering ache inside me. The shame and the heat that coiled low in your belly when you thought of their eyes on you.

You dressed slowly. Your panties were gone, lost somewhere in the room. Your stockings were ruined, ripped beyond repair. You pulled on your skirt, your polo, your blazer. The wool of the blazer felt heavy on my shoulders, a familiar armor that no longer protected you.

You tucked the ruined stockings into your pocket.

You opened the door. The waiting room was empty. The evidence of what had happened was wiped clean, but the smell of sex hung thick in the air, a ghost that clung to your skin.

You stepped into the hallway.

Your legs trembled with every step. Your knees threatened to buckle. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, cold and sterile.

"There you are!"

You froze. Anri's voice was a knife that cut through my fog.

She walked toward you, her head tilted, a concerned frown on your face. "What happened to you? Are you sick? You look so pale."

Sick. If only she knew.

"No," you said, my voice steadier than you felt. "I'm okay. Just... work."

She laughed, a light, musical sound that made your stomach clench. "You work too hard. You should rest now. Thanks for guiding them, by the way. I heard the practice strategy session went well."

Guiding them.

The memory of them "guiding" me flashed behind my eyes. Their hands. Their mouths. Their cocks. The way they had circled me, the way they had covered me. The way Hugo had kissed me and called me good.

A deep, crimson blush flooded your cheeks.

Anri's frown deepened. "Why are you blushing?"

"Nothing," you stammered. "Um. I gotta go now."

You walked away. Your felt her eyes on your back, curious, suspicious, burning into the wool of your blazer.

You kept walking. Your hand brushed your stomach, where a tiny life might one day settle, a cruel irony you couldn't face yet. You made it to the end of the hall before you had to lean against the wall, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

You had just been delivering a message.

And now you was drenched in the memory of their seed, walking a tightrope between being their coach and being their prey.

You pressed your forehead against the cool wall and let the tears fall.

What have I done? What have I become?

And underneath that, buried so deep I barely recognized it:

When will they call for me again?

𝐄𝐍𝐃

HUGO WANTS TO STUFF U FULL..! cw: nsfw & breeding

୨ৎ wc; 324

Hugo was huge, really really huge. Not just in height, but his build in general, his broad shoulders, his biceps, his thighs, he’s too much for you to handle, too heavy.

And you were feeling all of that weight in your pussy. Hugo had you in a mating press, he’s been going on about wanting to stuff you full of his cum, over and over again, until it takes.

Would they leak your nudes? Bllk edition

Featuring: Bunny Iglesias : Itoshi Sae : Vivian Hugo : Chris Prince : Michael Kaiser

warning: might be a little ooc, not in Kaisers tho

。Bunny Iglesias :

Absolutely fucking not. Bunny is a Gentleman through and through, he does anything for you and that includes protecting your soul and body from everyone. Your nudes are very, very safe with him. Bunny also sees it as unmanly to leak your girlfriend, in or after the relationship, and since he wants to be the best possible man for you, he actively shames other men for doing it.

。Itoshi Sae :

Sae doesn’t really give a fuck. He likes your body and whenever you send him something, he’s a good boy, jerks off to you, films it with audio and sends it to you. But since Sae doesn’t talk about his life at all, most of his teammates probably don’t even know he has a partner. I just think he genuinely has no big sentiment over nudes. It’s obviously different when it comes to men actively lusting over you. He hates that.

。Vivian Hugo :

He doesn’t, not only because it would ruin his perfect performative nice guy aura, but also because you’re genuinely precious to him. Although Hugo doesn’t show anyone anything, he still talks about you a lot. Well, not specifically you, but more what he does to you. In good old French Fashion. Loki is rarely amused.

。Chris Prince :

Another no. Chris is Husband material through and through and that involves secrecy about your love life. He would never betray you like that to get admiration from other men, when he can easily get that admiration through himself and his body. (Yes, everyone is gay for Chris.) But, he does like to make dirty jokes and tease you in front of others or in interviews, when the reporter asks, “What will you be doing after the game?” “Probably my wife.”

。Michael Kaiser :

Yes, Michael would show everyone everything, especially Ness. He doesn’t give a single fuck about your dignity or you in general, so you really think he wouldn’t go that far to show other men your nudes? He tried to show Isagi your photos once, just to impress him with what he gets to come home to, and Isagi puked. That’s how much of a good boy he is. Michael doesn’t just show your pictures though, since he’s constantly cheating, he shows every picture he gets. That’s what you get when you settle for an ass, little birdie.

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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work, nor feed it to ai.

hugo cant stop staring at ur chest content | nsfw, afab!reader, bsf!hugo, jerking off, kinda cringy

hugo swears he’s a gentleman. well, simply, he’s never elicited any grandiose perversion. and also, he gave up swearing it because god. your tits drove him mad.

whenever he sees you in those tight, spaghetti-strap tank tops that pull taut around your chest. it was honestly funny how fast his dick would come to life in his pants. you’ll talk to him, so innocently, meanwhile he’s cataloging the colour of your bra based off the visible straps.

“—and then she said to me that the he stood her up,” you finished saying whatever you were saying. it wasn’t like hugo was paying attention.

he was only thinking about the fact that he needed to jerk off. cause god, his dick was so hard it was hurting him.

so of course, when he got home, he’d do exactly that. his hand wrapping around his impatiently throbbing dick, head lolled back as soft whimpers escaped his mouth. he wished it was your hand. or the space between your tits. or your mouth.

merde . . .

his tip twitched, his core flexed abruptly, and he slightly hunched over as he came all over himself. because of you. and it shouldn’t be. god, the things he imagined whenever he jerked off to you — you’d undoubtedly hate him . . . probably. he briefly looked down at the mess he made on himself. his bottom lip jutted out slightly.

he should be cumming all over your tits instead.

the most stiffening thing is when he is over at your house. and you’re not even wearing a bra. he internally blushes. internally malfunctions. whether loose-fitting or tight-fitting, hugo knows whenever you’re not wearing a bra.

you guys would be on your couch, and hugo would be hugging a pillow on his lap that hid his pulsing erection. you’d be gesturing animatedly as you told some story, oblivious to hugo’s babbling heart (and tip). and with all the movements you were making, hugo’s pupils followed the slight jiggle of your chest. his lips made a tiny ‘o’ shape and his eyes went entirely vacant at the sight.

his thoughts blanked to a simple, repetitive boing, boing . . .

god. he needed to get himself together. think logically like he always does and not think with his dick. seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? you’re his friend.

but . . . boing, boing.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

yes, it was painfully obvious that your boyfriend, hugo, was huge. it wasn’t just his height that made him stand out, but the sheer size of his build. his broad shoulders, thick arms, and solid frame made it impossible to ignore just how much bigger he was compared to most people around him.

every part of him carried that strong, bulky physique, from the way his muscles stretched beneath his clothes to the natural heaviness of his body whenever he was close to you. there was no denying it—hugo was built like a wall, and honestly, who were you to complain?

not when you was put into a headlock with his thick arms.

and you loved every second of being manhandled. it wasn't just that he was big—it was that he knew exactly how to use that size to completely overwhelm you.

with his massive forearm locked securely against your throat, your head was tipped back, leaving your mouth open and your eyes rolling. you were trapped, effectively pinned between his insanely thick thighs and the mattress, completely at his mercy.

the pressure on your throat was firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who was in control. your breath came out in shallow little hitches, your pulse hammering against his forearm. he could feel every beat, every desperate flutter of your heart beneath his skin.

and he loved it.

his hips kept that relentless, heavy rhythm, each thrust sinking impossibly deep.

"fuck..." the word escaped him, guttural and raw, echoing off the headboard he was currently destroying. the metal creaked with every shove of his hips. he looked down at you—this pretty little thing beneath him, neck flushed red from his grip, thighs pinned wide open, barely able to breathe let alone speak. the contrast was almost comical.

you whimpered, and it snapped something in him. his forearm tightened just slightly against your throat as his grip on your waist crushed into the soft flesh. "can't even form words right now, can you?" he rasped, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. his voice was dark and satisfied. "good girl."

your brain turned to mush instantly. and that praise.. deep and rumbling against your ear, combined with the suffocating restriction of his arm around your throat had you floating. you couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take exactly what he was giving you.

"needy little thing," he mocked softly, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your racing pulse point. your back arched violently, thighs trembling uncontrollably, nails digging uselessly into his massive forearm. he kept fucking you through it, hitting that spot with relentless, heavy precision that dragged your climax out endlessly.

his jaw clenched tightly, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he finally came undone. his hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he filled you with his release. his fingers tightened around your throat, holding you in place as he emptied himself inside you.

DDLC ! | NGII – pt.0I

— info !

The Literature Club is full of cute boys! Will you write the way into their heart? TW: This story is not suitable for children or those who are easily disturbed.

wc: 4.8 k

It was just another normal day going to school.

You watched as couples and friendgroups wandered past you, their laughter and easy camaraderie making a light sense of envy bubble up inside of you.

A part of you longed for such connections, even though you are more than content with being by yourself. You guessed that a part of you thought that you were wasting away your youth, spending it mostly alone in your room.

Not that you were some reclusive NEET or anything. In fact, you had a friend who was currently shouting your name obnoxiously loud, his hurried footsteps eating up the distance between you.

“Heeeey, [ ]~! Wait up!”

And for a moment, you thought about just ignoring him, picking up the pace and potentially enjoying a peaceful day at school by yourself. But considering him making a fool out of himself screaming after you, you took pity at the last second. You stopped to wait for him, his long legs catching up to you in no time.

That someone was Bunny, your childhood friend since you were a kid. You grew close after his adoptive father, Lavinho, organised multiple playdates in hopes of adjusting Bunny to a normal life, including making proper friends his age.

lohen really hates the fact that no one believes him when he says you’re dating. 

every time you go out together, walking through the streets of mondstadt, there would be at least once or two instances of people blatantly ignoring him or forgetting his existence. he was the vice captain of the fifth company for archons sake. everybody should know him by now. but somehow, when it came to the charming baker across the street, bashfully asking for your contact information, it was as if lohen didn’t exist. 

if not for the gentle squeeze of his hand, he might have popped a vein. 

in a very lohen matter, he conjures up ways to make it obvious you were taken. would it be easier if you wore a necklace with his initials? he could salvage some rare metals and forge it himself. or should he carry you on his back, so that everyone knows the two of you came in a package? so many choices… he found it difficult to choose one. 

he turned to varka for assistance. with his wisdom and old age, lohen remembered a tradition that dispels rumors. 

the next morning, you woke up to a beautiful ring on your finger. not too elaborate but not simple either. it was the perfect size (despite never explicitly telling your boyfriend). although you were clueless to his other intentions, you were too distracted being over the moon at his proposal. 

lohen could only smile gleefully as the bachelors of mondstadt kept themselves away from you, drawn away from the ring on your finger.

i love when short guys have such big cocks. and theyre so smug about them too. ugh.

contains venti + dahlia + lohen, virginity loss, dacryphilia, rough sex, shapeshifting <3, creampies, blowjobs

i think that to some extent, venti has the ability to change how only certain parts of his body look like. most of the time, his dick is average - it’s not like he’s showing it freely to everyone! - and it’ll stay that way when he deflowers your pretty pussy for the first time. but he’s so mean, and by the second time you’re sitting all pretty on his cock, he’s suddenly becoming bigger! his shaft is now long and thick, and his fat mushroom tip is twitching. “v-venti.. ‘s so big now..ngh!“ you can whine all you want, but he’s just gonna sit down and enjoy your shy and hesitant bouncing on his dick.

like archon, like follower, so it’s no surprise that dahlia is so similar to venti in that aspect. you can see the outline of his cock from his shorts, and for some reason (you) it’s always half hard and leaky. when he finally pounces on you, he’s like a mad man. if you say something about his size, dahlia’s only gonna get harder and fuck you more! he already is so happy to have such a pretty thing wrapped around his finger that he can’t help but shove his dick in you all at once <3 but you gotta be good, kay miss? be good and take his load.

paring: bunny iglesias x fem reader

warnings: non-con/dub-con, bullying, revenge, smut, semi-public sex, unsafe sex, breeding kink, come swallowing, forced relationship, implied baby trapping

word count: 2.2k

english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes.

“Hop, hop, little bunny, hop, hop.” 

You sang your made-up song and clapped, waiting for the shorter boy who looked at you with tears in his eyes to do what the lyrics said. “I said hop!” 

The boy visibly flinched at how loud you shouted at him, then he slowly crouched down. Seeing that, you started to sing again.

“Hop, hop, little bunny, hop, hop.” 

The boy hopped. 

His name was Bunny Iglesias, and he used to be the smallest boy in your class. Looking at him now, it’d never been clearer that the word ‘small’ couldn’t describe the boy you used to bully anymore. In fact, at the age of nineteen, he was already taller than most of the people in this fancy-ass night club. 

You wished you hadn’t come. What were the chances of meeting a school friend whom you hadn’t met in thirteen years again? Possible, but not likely, you reckoned. So when a big group of men entered your zone and you saw a familiar face there, your brain short-circuited for a second. 

And it had to be him, didn’t it? 

One could never forget a face like that—red, wide eyes with that pale lavender hair, and an x-shaped scar on his right cheek. The vertical cut ran across his eye while the horizontal went across the bridge of his nose. You used to tease him about it, making his bright eyes lose the light within when you said it made him look like a freak. It was this exact same scar that lived in your head rent-free for years even after its owner was gone. 

You were both six years old when you met in primary school, and by seven, Bunny left. He used to love basketball, always staying late to use the school’s court. The first time you saw him on TV playing football, you stopped whatever you were doing and stared until the camera cut to another player—stunned. 

“Aren’t basketball players supposed to be tall?” You asked mockingly, your thumbs hooked on your backpack straps, standing on the sideline talking to the only person using the court. “If you’re short, you gotta jump higher.” 

There was no reaction from Bunny, and that made you want to provoke him more. 

“Well, your name is already Bunny. Go on. Jump,” you said. “Jump like a little bunny.”

Bunny’s eyes turned to you, and you instantly snapped out of your childhood memory. 

“I’m going to go get some air.” You told one of your friends, didn’t wait for an answer and just walked. You needed to get out of here. Passing through the crowd of people, you headed towards where you knew would lead to the exit. When you saw the door, you walked faster. Just a few steps away, you thought. 

Suddenly, your wrist was grabbed, and the door was no longer in sight. You were pulled into what looked like a short hallway. There was another door at the end, but there was a belt barrier in front of it, telling you there would be no one coming in to possibly rescue you from whatever situation you were about to be in. 

Of course it was Bunny standing in front of you. The club’s low light fell on one side of his face, and you knew. It was the scar; it couldn’t be someone else. If you thought he was tall before, he was imposing now face-to-face. Gone was the scrawny little kid whose dream was to be a basketball player. Now, he was the Bunny Iglesias of FC Barcha, one of the most promising players in the football world right now. 

“Do you remember me?” he asked. 

“Yeah.” Your voice was hoarse, but you knew he heard you because the music wasn’t that loud here. “Of course.” 

“And you didn’t think to say hi,” he said with a blank stare. “That was rude of you.”

Confused, you said, “Hi.”

That made him laugh, but it was dry and mirthless. Then his eyes scanned you, roving along your body from your feet up, making you fidget and suddenly uncomfortable in your skimpy spaghetti-strap dress.

“You’re so,” he paused to ponder, “small” 

Oh, you knew he still hated you, alright. Thirteen years and still hadn’t forgotten what you said to him and made him do. Now he spat it back in your face, and he wasn’t wrong. Having to crane your neck just to take a look at his face, you were sure he was at least 6’3. Huge and fit, very athletic. 

And very scary. Considering that you used to bully him verbally and physically, it wasn’t that unreasonable to think he might want some payback.  

But you were six years old, for crying out loud. Kids did things they didn’t mean all the time. You wanted to say, but you also knew he had the right to be mad. You hid his basketball, called him a little bunny and made him hop like one. You made fun of his dream. After the teacher made everyone stand up and tell their classmates their dreams, you told him his would never come true, that it was stupid and he should give it up. 

You were the reason he moved schools the following year. 

His parents made sure everyone knew, all the teachers and parents, resulting in your classmates distancing themselves from you. After he was gone, you became the next freak no one wanted to talk to. There was no way you wouldn’t remember him. He left quite an impression, too. 

“You should come to my game,” he said, giving you a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Next Saturday.” 

“I’m busy,” you answered a bit too quickly, and he squinted. “College stuff.” 

“You owe me an apology.” He finally addressed the elephant in the room. “It’s the least you could do.” 

It was that moment you noticed his hand was still on you, his thumb caressing the inside of your wrist gently. It did nothing to ease your mind, though. Deep down, you knew this was a bad idea, but because of what he said, you promised you would go. Just like he said—it was the least you could do. 

—

Hop, hop, little bunny, hop, hop.

You thought of that silly song as you watched Bunny jump unrealistically high and kick the ball mid-air, scoring another goal for his team. At this point where there were only two minutes left, there was no way the other team would take the lead, not unless they could score two goals in succession or one to at least tie so the game would go to extra time. That would give them another chance to try to score a winning goal, but from the look of it, you didn’t think it was going to happen. 

Bunny’s play was incredible. He was fast, powerful, and precise. And his jump… it was damn insane. You felt a pang of shame in your heart every time he did it, thinking back to the times you used to watch him jump under the basketball hoop, one hand reaching up trying to get close to the rim. He could’ve definitely been a basketball player. It was you who didn’t see the vision and acted like a dick. 

Because you were a kid. 

He told you to wait for him after the game, but you weren’t going to. Coming here today was you paying for your sins, but you refused to be gaslit into believing you had to give anything more. 

And so you left, only to meet him again a week later in the same club, ending up in the same hallway, but this time, on your knees with his cock down your throat. 

He was angry you left. Your phone was bombarded with texts from him that day after the game asking where you’d gone, but you left them unread and quickly muted the chat. You didn’t want to give him your number, but you had to because he said he’d text you the details on where to get the ticket and stuff. 

It should’ve been enough, going to his game to acknowledge how great he had become, but Bunny didn’t share the same sentiment. For him, you didn’t deserve to be let off so easily. It was unfortunate that one of his friends befriended one of yours, and that your friend happened to tell that new friend they were going to be here tonight. That was how Bunny knew; he thought he would find you here, and he did. 

Breathing through your nose was the only thing that kept you conscious, considering how blocked your mouth was. Bunny fucked your face hard, mercilessly, with both of his hands on the back of your head, shoving you down to take him in as much as you could.

The first couple of times he made you deepthroat him, you gagged, not used to the deep invasion. But he was surprisingly patient for someone who told you frankly he was angry with you before hauling your ass away from the dance floor to suck cock in a place where people could see if they were nosy or drunk enough to stray in. 

“Relax your throat. More, angel, more. Just like that. Fuck.”

It felt like your jaw was going to fall off. It took him forever to come, but when he did, you realized you weren’t quite ready for it. The whole load was blown down your throat, and you had no choice but to swallow, drinking his cum as if it were a drink served directly and exclusively to you. It might as well have been, seeing that it made you a little drunk. 

Bunny slapped your face with his cock teasingly before tucking himself in, smiling sweetly all the while. Under the influence of his cum, it looked almost genuine. 

From then on, you didn’t dare ignore his texts again. 

—

His pull-out game was atrociously weak, and most of the time, he didn’t even try. Who would’ve thought Bunny would have a breeding kink? Not you. He didn’t seem like the type to risk doing this with anyone. In fact, he didn’t seem like the type to be interested in sex at all. He just… looked bored all the time. Even with the permanent cold smile etched on his face, you weren’t fooled. This man was so dead inside and pessimistic to the core. You didn’t see that bright-eyed kid anymore when you looked at him. 

The fact that he seemed to genuinely enjoy doing something for once, even if that something involved filling your pussy up with his cum and telling you he’d get you round with his kids so you could never leave, surprised you to no end. 

When confronted with the observation and the plea for him to be more careful, because even if you were on the pill, it wasn’t foolproof, he simply said,

“You ruined my life. I ruined yours. Isn’t that fair?” 

“Fair? I was six years old!”

“And yet, you still managed to destroy the dream of another six-year-old so carelessly,” he said, calm and collected. “I lost the one thing I enjoyed, and then I gained another. Fair.” 

He didn’t have to tell you what that one thing was; you knew immediately he was talking about basketball, and you as its replacement. Absolutely bonkers. 

Then he unzipped his jeans. “Now, hop on my cock.” 

And hop on it you did. You were glad he didn’t make you sing the song, vengeful as he was; that would’ve made you wish you hadn’t been born. His full length slid into your pussy without a hitch, and in no time, you were bouncing on it. It didn’t take you long to feel an orgasm creeping in. After months of fucking, Bunny already knew your body like the back of his hand. 

Bunny pulled you down against his chest and wrapped both arms completely around you then bucked his hips up fast, fucking you dumb. You wished you still had some fight left in you, just like the first few months when you used to make things hard for him. It was almost too easy now, and at times, you felt ashamed of yourself. 

The feeling of his cum spurting inside was inexplicably intimate; it was like being marked—a property of Bunny Iglesias. And perhaps, you were. He even introduced you to his teammates, just a few weeks back, telling everyone you used to have a big crush on him, and that was why you were a little mean to him as a kid. He didn’t go into details, didn’t tell anyone you crushed his dream, but his eyes told you he would if you wouldn’t shut up and play along. 

“Cute story, isn’t it?” Bunny said to his footballer friends, his big hand placed on your waist proprietarily. He brought you down to the field after the game for some photos, and if nobody noticed you wearing a number 19 jersey before, they definitely did now. “Now her wish is fulfilled. Never give up, right?” 

People laughed, and you laughed with them. And when Bunny kissed you, you did your best not to pull back too soon and even kissed him back, once on the lips and once on his scar. Immediately, the fake glee on his face was replaced with something darker. His eyes were clouded by a look that read, ‘You will get fucked until you cry tonight,’ but you didn’t care. 

・❥・smut mdni the bunny you grew up with was so cute, tiny and oh so easy to tease. jokes on you, this 6'3 menace hasn't forgotten one bit

you remember when he was small.

god, that's the funniest part of all this. you remember when bunny iglesias came up to your shoulder. maybe your collarbone if he really stretched. little kid with scruffled hair that stuck up weird in the back and these huge red eyes that blinked at you like a baby deer every time you teased him about it.

"you're so tiny," you'd tell him, and you'd put your hand flat on top of his head to measure, making a big dramatic show of the height difference. "how are you even real? you're like a little toy person."

and he'd just look up at you with that soft, open expression he had back then. not angry. not embarrassed, really. just… watching you. those red irises tracking your face with a patience that felt strange on a kid his age.

"i'll be taller than you someday," he said once, very simply.

you laughed. you actually laughed.

"sure you will, bunny."

he didn't say anything after that. just kept looking at you with those big eyes, and something in them you couldn't name. you were too busy being seventeen and tall and certain of yourself to pay attention to the thing settling quietly behind his expression.

you stopped seeing him regularly when you went to college. life moved. you heard things secondhand, the way you do with people who drift to the edges of your world. heard he made a youth team. heard he made the team. saw his name on sports sites you weren't even looking for. bunny iglesias. 191 centimeters. FC Barcha. twelve goals mid-season.

twelve goals.

you thought about that flat hand on the top of his head and felt something strange move through your stomach.

you didn't go looking for trouble when you ran into him at a mutual friend's thing. seriously. you were just there for the free drinks and to catch up with someone you actually liked.

but then there he was.