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verysium · 5 months

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attractive things bllk characters (unintentionally) do?👀

i received this ask and decided to write this entire thing through a caffeine-powered fever dream. may have gone a little overboard. please pray for both your sanity and mine. thank you anon for your strong sense of imagination (or delusion, whichever you prefer.)

nagi lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and you accidentally (or not so accidentally) get a good look at the droplets running down his abs and v-line. he also does the doorway lean while waiting for you to get ready. since he's so tall, he puts his one arm up on the top of the door frame while scrolling through his phone. when he feels drained of energy, he clings to you like a koala, face buried into the crook of your neck.

rin pushes his hair back when his bangs get in the way, and it shows off his ridiculously sharp side profile. sometimes you have to pause mid-conversation because the direct eye contact gets too intense. he has the brightest turquoise eyes in existence, and they stare right into your soul. pair that with the height difference and him towering over you. hang onto your ovaries because this man is about to snatch them. if isagi or sae are anywhere remotely close within your vicinity, he will personally drag your chair closer over to him. you know, the whole nick jonas chair pull thing? he also unintentionally clenches his jaw when pissed, the vein popping out and everything.

barou is polite to his elders. he holds the door open for others. he tips extra at restaurants. he is kind to service workers. he's just a gentleman overall even though he likes to act tough. he rolls up his sleeves while cleaning or cutting up vegetables, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearms. wears those form-fitting aprons where you can see the outline of his waist and the muscles in his back. he is not immune to raging pit bull moments, but he will calm down immediately when you ask him to.

kaiser requires physical touch to function. all concept of personal boundaries goes poof in his little ego-driven brain. he holds your chin so you look up at him while he's talking. also has that husky growl when he wakes up in the morning. he speaks german. what else is more attractive than that? if you stroke his ego, he will puff his chest out like an emperor penguin and flash that movie star smile. does not slow down his pace for you, and will laugh at your expense when you trip in heels and fall. but then he feels guilty about it and begrudgingly picks you up and carries you home. however, before that he will make you swear on everything holy to never tell isagi about his moment of weakness. (tbh kaiser is a menace and has some serious self-esteem issues. pls avoid dating a man like him in real life until he is fully mature. i still love him tho.)

reo mansplains but not in the condescending way. he does so in the "omg i'm so excited to finally get to share something with you and you're never going to believe it" sort of way. rambles on and on about his interests and gets that little glint in his eye when he's passionate about something. also not sure if this counts but he gets extremely depressed when you don't message him back within five minutes. what do you mean you were busy? he was out here dying from a literal famine. he needs your affection to survive. last but not least, he is good at styling. he knows what colors work best for you, and he will put together three new looks for you in record time.

hiori dreams that you left him for good and wakes up crying with his arms around you. will refuse to let you leave the bed even if it is just to get a glass of water. his rare moments of emotional vulnerability are what gets to you.

shidou does not condone any of your bad decisions. you want to get shit-faced and party until early morning? no complaints from him. you want to wear sexy outfits to the club? say less because he's about to enjoy the view and knock out the front teeth of every guy who dares to ogle you. i don't know if this qualifies as being attractive, but he would never be the controlling type. you can dress and act however you want. unfortunately for you though, this is also a textbook case of the blind leading the blind. if you get horrendously hungover, so does he. if you get pulled over, he's going to be too blackout drunk to even comprehend the officer's words. you can count on him for a good time, but not anything else. do not take any of his advice at face value.

oliver likes to show you off even if he doesn't notice it himself. any talk with his team, and he will find a way to make the entire conversation about you. at this point, the entire u-20 team is done with him. they placed bets that you two wouldn't last more than a month due to his philandering reputation, but the universe seems to think otherwise because you and oliver hit the six-month mark and are still going strong.

ness guards your drink with an unnecessary amount of protection. while you left to go use the restroom, he was looking left and right, and the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling every time someone even came close to your cup. he also shoos away any person who opens their mouth while standing next to your drink because apparently the condensation from their breath could be dangerous. definitely covers your cup with both hands even if it has a lid. no suspicious shit is happening on his watch.

yukimiya is well-read, and he wears glasses. he has a copy of every single classic out there in existence and will fangirl along with you over your virginia woolf collection. he was written by a woman with two cats and a wine glass. not much else to say.

loki absolutely clears the entire carnival/arcade game. you want that giant teddy bear that costs over three hundred ticket points? say less because he's about to win the whole damn pot. of all characters, i would say he's one of the only green flags. like celery green.

isagi always looks for you when he enters the room. intentionally or not, he always seeks your presence. if someone says a funny joke, he turns to you to see if you're laughing or not. also does that somewhat creepy stare thing where he just looks at you quietly while you do mundane tasks. internally he is screaming cus what do you mean you actually like him?

chigiri gives you that thankful little smile whenever you stand up for him. i feel like people don't understand how goofy he can get as he's canonically good at doing impressions/impersonations. also has the prettiest laugh. if he ever cuts his hair, i think i'm going to get a nosebleed.

noa unconsciously says yes to every question you ask of him. he'd be giving bastard münchen a hard time (and denying isagi's requests) but then immediately once you come over, he's automatically acquiescing to everything you say. the rest of the team is low-key shocked you can win him over so easily. when they confront him about it, he just shrugs and goes "y/n is always right."

kurona's entire existence is attractive. he's just perfect. nothing is ever wrong with him. will let you check out his shark teeth and lightly pokes your finger to leave an imprint. hopefully you'll always remember him that way. he's also quiet so he will listen to everything you say and give ample weight to your words.

sae is my baby girl so he gets a whole section dedicated to himself:

absentmindedly plays with your hair. when you're sleeping in his lap, he'll gently run his fingers along your scalp. sometimes in the morning when you're sitting up on the edge of your bed to do your makeup, he'll come up from behind you and brush back your hair. might also press a kiss to the back of your neck.

helps you put on your face mask. when he's shopping, he will buy you lotion along with his own skincare products. says that it was just a convenient store run but you know he personally made sure to get you the best quality ones.

this is canon because i said so: when he gets out of the shower, he slings the towel over his neck or his shoulder. he also involuntarily flexes his biceps when he bends down to grab something. has the world's most defined deltoids.

when you're stuck in large crowds at the airport, he puts his hand in your back pocket to keep you two from getting separated. if the TSA pat-down is anywhere too personal for his liking, he will openly glare at the officer once you've passed the security checkpoint.

bonus point: when you two brush your teeth early in the morning, he has that little bed head where his shorn-off bangs stick up in cute little tufts here and there. will have a dead look on his face, but his eyes soften when he catches your gaze through the mirror.

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ilsanslut · 9 months

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꒷♡꒷ STUCK!

♰ featuring: nagi seishiro + shidou ryusei (separate) [blue lock]

♰ note: thank you all so much for supporting my last work as much as you did. it really means so much to me that people genuinely enjoy my writing and my content! now, as my second-ever work, i would appreciate it greatly if you would continue to support my work by reading, liking, and reblogging! also, I tried to make their sections as even as possible, but i'm a ryusei simp so uhhh enjoy!

sypnosis: in which you find yourself stuck in a rather precarious position and your boyfriend decides to "help" you. not without proper payment first, though. wc: 3.4k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. SMUT. fem/fem-bodied reader. stuckage. shidou is a warning on his own. accidental choki abuse (nagi). dry humping. degradation. unprotected sex. rough sex. creampie/breeding. spanking. name-calling/dirty talk (ryusei). ꒷꒦

NAGI SEISHIRO.

It was a normal weekend, unlike any other. It was just before noon, and you were cleaning your and Seishiro’s shared apartment while he was at the gym with Reo. You were diligently working to remove the accumulated dust from your wooden dresser with a disinfectant wipe that had a coconut scent when, all of a sudden, your hand bumped into something rather hard.

“Choki!!”

You shrieked, watching in horror as your boyfriend’s beloved potted cactus flew off of the dresser and knocked into the wall behind it. Everything moved in slow motion, and you could only gawk in horror as the pot spun once, twice, and then tumbled behind the dresser. You grimaced inwardly, awaiting the sound of shattering ceramics and the dull shuffling of displaced dirt, but it never came. Instead, the sound of the pot sliding down the wall and "gracefully" hitting the floor was heard instead.

With baited breath, you grabbed your phone, turning it to flashlight mode. You used it as a visual aid as you peered behind the dresser to assess the damage, sighing with relief when you saw Choki, Seishiro’s child, lying almost undisturbed between the wall and the backboard of the dresser.

Now here comes the difficult part, moving the dresser.

Kicking off your fuzzy house slippers to give yourself some traction, you grabbed the back end of one side and mustered all of your strength to shove the heavy thing out of the way—slowly, of course. Choki’s life was at stake here. However, you were only able to move the heavy thing out of the way just enough so that you could slip part of your body inside to reach for the plant. It was still a very tight fit.

Getting on your knees, you maneuvered between the tiny space you created, squeezing your arms, shoulders, and ribcage between them until the tension finally gave way at your waist. Breathing out in relief, your fingertips finally managed to grace the pot’s edge, pulling it into your grasp.

“Got . . . cha . . !”

You tried to shuffle backward, but you couldn’t. Attempting once more, you would come to realize that the dresser and the wall had some sort of death grip on your hips, rooting you in place. You were stuck. Trapped. And Nagi wouldn’t be home for another 30 minu—

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

You breathed, overjoyed at your boyfriend’s sudden voice. He always had the habit of moving in complete silence, despite his massive size. You hadn’t even heard him come home.

“Sei, oh, thank god! C-Can you pull me out? I think I’m stuck!”

You could barely make out the sound of his soft footsteps padding against the wooden floor as he made his way over to you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he stood behind you, yet he made no effort to save you just yet.

“How did you even manage to do something like this?”

His confused tone held an unamused lilt, one that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“I was cleaning the dresser, and I accidentally knocked Choki over. They’re fine! B-But I can’t get out . . .”

Still nothing.

Was he mad? Disappointed? Since you could not see him, you could not tell. You were aware, though, that his gaze was "burning" into you. You shifted, partially in discomfort, as you made a point to wiggle your hips so that he could focus on the task at hand. As a result, you could hear him drawing in a sharp breath through his teeth. Before you could ask him what he was doing, you felt him kneel behind you. His two strong hands came into contact with the exposed skin around your hips, where your shirt was rising. He did not pull, though. The opposite happened; you felt him pressing against you, his bulge delightfully nestling against your folds through your thin pajama shorts.

“Seishiro?!”

He effectively silenced your confused warble in exchange for a surprised squeal when his open palm placed a firm smack on one of your cheeks. All the while, he shamelessly ground himself against your core, stating, “That was for Choki." You swore that you could hear the pout in his voice when he spoke.

“Removing you would be a hassle. Besides, I’m tired.”

B-But what about me?!

You wanted to protest, however, you refrained. You felt his lithe fingers pinch the fabric just over your clit as he pulled it to the side, resting it against your ass and exposing your pretty folds to his prying eyes. You heard his hands rustling with his sweatpants and boxers before you felt him tapping the pretty pink-flushed tip of his cock, which you loved so much, against your sensitive bud causing you to keen and your toes to curl.

“Wish you could see how pretty you look right now.” He mumbled, teasingly pressing the head of his cock against your entrance a few times, but never pushing in fully.

“I-If you got me out, Sei, then maybe I could . .” Your voice was unsteady as your anticipation began to build in the form of your puffy folds beginning to leak for him, the lewd sounds of it squelching around his tip echoing in your quiet room.

He answered you with silence and actions rather than with words. In one swift motion, he pushed entirely into you, and without waiting for you to adjust, he began to thrust his hips into you at a steady pace. You clenched around him, nails scratching against the backboard of the dresser, the wall, the floor—anything to brace yourself from your boyfriend’s fervent pace. Once he got started, he wouldn’t stop until he spilled entirely inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

“S-Sei, it’s too much!” You mewled, yet your body writhed with pleasure. You always said this, and yet, he knew you could take it. You've done it many times before. That’s why he reached further into the space you had created to bunch up the back of your his shirt and used it as leverage as though he were pulling your hair to pummel into you faster and deeper. Your ass rhythmically pounded on his pelvis, sending a lewd ringing through your own ears as it echoed off the bedroom walls. Something about this precarious situation you were in mixed with the feeling of Seishiro’s cock hitting those sweet spots inside of you, enthralled you more than usual. You were close and he could feel it.

“Gonna cum f’me, already?” He grunted as his other hands squeezed your hip, their blunt nails digging into your flesh. His moans were heavenly, a sound you longed to hear, as your walls fluttered around him. The hand that was on your hip pressed itself against the edge of the dresser, shoving it effortlessly to the side and thus freeing you from your confines. Although he appeared so unsuspecting, Seishiro’s strength, when he decided to use it, was frightening. Your lower half fell to the ground, your breasts and cheek smushing against the wooden floors as you felt his soft fingertips rubbing fast, furious circles around your clit.

“Oh my god, S-Sei, I-I’m gonna—”

“C’mon, make a mess for me, pretty.”

You did exactly that, creaming delightfully around his cock while mewing in ecstasy. Before long, you could feel Sei's hot seed bursting inside of you and filling up your pretty pussy to the brim, as well as his hips stuttering against you. Both of you were panting as he pulled out of you, your releases dribbling out of you and pooling beneath you onto the floor.

You finally managed to get off your sore knees and elbows as you turned to face your lover with trembling limbs. It was at this point that you noticed Seishiro's eyes, which were burning with something fierce and unknown, were boring into your own. His eyes resembled that hungry expression he would have when his ego started to rule him on the field.

“Let’s do it again, Y/N. On the bed this time.”

God, he was going to be the death of you someday.

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

You had a rather eventful day. Starting off leisurely in the morning, you and your boyfriend Ryusei enjoyed a pleasant brunch together before deciding to head out to the beach that day. You had to pick a spot with some privacy because Ryusei insisted he was only there to “freshen up his tan”, which required him to be in the nude, while you were there to enjoy his prescene, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, and the sensation of sand between your toes. Only a short while ago, the two of you finally arrived home. Ryusei was currently taking his own shower, as you had already finished yours.

Relaxing on the couch in nothing more than an oversized shirt and your panties, you had decided to turn on some Netflix with the intention of finding either a good or a fun-bad horror flick to watch, when all of a sudden, the slippery lotion residue on your hands caused the remote to slip from your grasp and tumble onto the floor and skid beneath the coffee table. You groaned, head tossing back with exasperation, as this minor inconvenience was nearly enough to ruin your entire night and make you not even want to watch a movie anymore. Nonetheless, you sulked off the couch and sank to your knees, searching for the offending culprit beneath the coffee table. Somehow, it had managed to slide to the other side of the room, mocking you as it lay motionless between the walkway in the middle of the coffee table and the television. Any normal person would’ve simply gotten up and walked around the table to retrieve it, however, you were not like most people. I mean, look at your taste in men, for starters. Not to mention, you’re incredibly stubborn.

Instead, you crept beneath the table's glass top and between the second shelf, stretching your slender fingers as far as they could reach until they touched the black exterior of the remote. However, it was a little too far away for you to grasp, and your touch, combined with your wooden floors, only served to push it further away from you. You swore, glaring at the thing as though it had just offended your loved one, huffing in defeat as you decided to rise and walk to the remote.

But you couldn’t.

Your brow furrowed in perplexity as you placed one palm flat on the ground and the other on the surface beneath you, attempting but failing to push yourself back. You were wedged between the table's glass top and bottom shelves, flat on your chest. The more you wiggled, the further you seemed to wedge yourself in between the two surfaces that held you taut.

You stopped, dumbfounded. As much as you dreaded calling Ryusei for help because you knew he would taunt you endlessly instead of helping you . . . you did not have many other options.

“Ah, Ryu!!” Your voice carried through the hallways, hoping that he was out of the shower to hear you yell.

“. . . Yeah, babe?”

His voice made your heart lurch in your chest. You were already debating whether you should just say nevermind and try to wiggle out on your own, or put your pride aside and ask for his assistance. In the end, the latter would be victorious.

“Could . . . Could you come here for a second? . . . Please.” Your plea was quiet, your cheeks already burning with shame as you awaited your impending doom.

You raised your gaze towards the master bedroom, where he was currently. How cruel fate was to put you in a position where you would be forced to watch him approach. Each second felt like an eternity until you heard the soft padding of Shidou's feet leaving the carpeted bedroom to shuffle along the wooden floors, only to abruptly pause.

Sheepishly, you peeked up at him through your lashes to where he stood, chest bare, droplets of water dripping from his unstyled hair and body, a towel that he used for his hair wrapped around his shoulders, and a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. His face was expressionless, his fuchsia oculars taking in the scene before them in silence. Your shy, embarrassed gaze, the position of you between the coffee table, and the cursed remote only inches away from his own feet.

“—You’re stuck, aren’t you?”

How you wished you were facing the other way to avoid seeing the way that maniacal grin that nearly resembled the Joker's formed on his face and how his cat-like eyes narrowed at you in amusement at your misfortune.

“ . . Yes.”

He barked out a laugh at you, his head tossed back in sheer, unabashed mania, much to your chagrin. Even though you knew this would happen, your cheeks couldn’t help but burn with frustration and shame. “I know, very funny. Now, could you help me out here, please? My knees are getting sore.”

Despite your whines, his mockery would continue, his large hands grasping both ends of the towel that rested on his shoulders as he waltzed over to you leisurely. “Hmm, I dunno, babe~.” He continued walking until he crouched right before you, his legs spread wide enough for you to see that he was already semi-hard beneath the fabric. Of course, he would be aroused by your misfortune. Tearing your gaze away from his manhood, which was only inches away from your face, you peered up at him only to see him grinning mercilessly down at you with mischief twinkling in his eye. “I gotta admit, I like this view of you. How’d ya know doggy was my favorite position~?”

Probably because you’ve put me in it multiple times before, asshole. You wouldn’t say that, though. You didn’t want to prolong your torment any further.

“Ryuseii.” You whined, mustering your best pitiful glance in an attempt to draw even an ounce of sympathy from your demon of a lover. “Please?” You tried with a pout.

You couldn’t tell if your attempt worked, however, with the way Ryusei’s feral grin would reduce to a playful smirk, you figured that you have gotten through to him. He raised his hand, patting your head twice and making sure to tousle your hair while he was at it. “I’ll see what I can do, cutie.”

He made a move to rise to his feet but paused mid-squat, “No promises, though.”

You waited until he was out of your view to roll your eyes at him, hands bracing themselves against the floor as you awaited to be freed from this nightmare. Ryusei sank to his knees behind you, humming aloud as though he were trying to make a big play out of figuring out how to get you out—or how you got there to begin with. His slender digits grasped at your waist, tugging halfheartedly. You knew better than anyone that Ryusei was capable of hoisting you into the air and tossing you around as though you were nothing. That being said, it was beyond obvious to you that he was obviously making a poor attempt on purpose.

“Wow, I dunno, Y/N. You see pre-tty wedged in here . . Maybe this’ll help.”

You had no idea when he had the opportunity to do it, but he had dropped his towel somewhere along the way, and you could feel him rubbing his semi-hard on against your panty-clad ass and making your clothed folds the focal point of attack.

“Ryusei—!” In frustration and arousal, you laboriously dragged out the syllables of his name. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, you knew that something like this was coming.

“Mm, yeah, keep saying my name just like that, baby.” He sighed blissfully, shamelessly now humping himself onto you until he was full mast, his hardened shaft twitching excitedly between your pillowy ass cheeks while his blushed tip beaded with pre. “Hah, shit, that’s it. ‘Could cum right now, all over ya’. You want that, angel? Want me to paint this pretty ass—” He paused, raising his palm high into the air before bringing it down unforgivingly against your rear to accentuate his point. “Look at that. Ya want me to paint this pretty ass with my nut, hm?”

"Yes, please, Ryu . . ?" You said against your better judgment as your thighs pressed against one another and your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

He chuckled throatily, already pulling your panties down your plump thighs until they rested on the backs of your knees. He lined himself up with your already drooling cunt, not wasting any time to push into you with one single thrust. He bottomed out inside of you, drawing all of the breath from your lungs. His pelvis pressed flush against you, blunt nails biting into the flesh of your hips and ass as he greedily pulled you against him. It was almost as if he were trying to force himself further into you than he already could. You whimpered beneath your breath, clenching around his cock as you felt his balls pulsing against your sensitive clit. He had only just entered you, and already he was about to cum.

“Greedy fuckin’ pussy.” He snarled through clenched teeth, picking up his pace. “Grippin’ me so tight, suckin’ me in so good, ngh—s-so desperate to be stuffed with a cock.”

His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but he did everything he could to keep bullying his cock into you, drool dribbling over his parted lips. It should be illegal for you to feel this good. It wasn't fair. He wanted to ravish you—take his time turning your cunt into his personal little pocket pussy, his perfect fucktoy, already premolded to the shape of his dick. But damn, he was about to bust, and you were approaching your climax too.

His pace grew relentless, barely giving you time to breathe or even think as he forced your hips to fuck back onto him, drawing a helpless gasp or delighted moan from your pretty lips with each impassioned thrust. You squirmed in his hold, your breath coming out in hot tufts as your end grew near.

“R-Ryu, baby, hah, mphf!!” You could barely get the words out as he fucked you within an inch of your life. “I-I’m close! M-My clit, please! I c-can’t reach it; touch me, plea—”

“No.”

His response was curt—simple, snarled out in what could only be described as a ferocious growl. His movements grew sloppier, his hips faltering in their pace as his cock throbbed heartily inside of you, ready to burst. “You cum on my, ngh, fuckin’ cock or not at all. Ya hear me, y’little cock-lovin’ slut?”

You whined in protest, to which the forward brought his palm down heavily on your already reddening cheeks from just his grip on you alone. If he could’ve reached you, he would’ve had a vice grip on your hair by now. “Answer me, bitch.” He spat with false malice, “Y’gunna cream around my cock? Make this fat dick a mess, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Came your loud, unabashed chorus of unfiltered, unadulterated moans of sheer bliss.

Neither of you could hold back anymore. Ryusei spilled rope after rope of his hot, sticky seed into your abused cunt while your pretty folds creamed around his shaft in a way that could only be described as tantalizing. Silence, aside from both of your spent keens and blissed panting, filled the air around you. Once he was certain you were plugged full with his cum, Ryusei effortlessly snatched your body from between the coffee table, causing your exhausted body to collapse into his lap. As exhausted as he was, he made sure to cup your head so that it didn’t hit the ground too hard. He was always the sweetest when his post-nut clarity hit him. He took in your expression, noticing that your eyes were half-lidded and glassy with fat tears spilling from your waterline; your drool-covered lips were plump, red, and raw with the faintest of indentations along them from your pearly teeth; and your body convulsed and twitched ever so slightly from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Not to mention the utterly fucked-out and euphoric look on your face.

. . . Ah, shit. He was hard again.

“Still with me, princess? . . Good. Come suck this cock clean and let me ruin that pretty face of yours even more~.♡”

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nagiiizsq · 2 months

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HARDER

Men that are soo sweet to reader outside of the bedroom he’s so gentle and soft and he touches you like you’re a porcelain doll that could break if he touched you in the wrong way he doesn’t want to hurt his precious baby shidou will call you cutsey and cringy nicknames too like sweetcheeks or cinnamon roll stuff like that

But as soon as you initiate anything its like a switch flips in his brain he’ll start man handling you into the position of his liking slamming into you making you arch your back more for him so he can reach deeper his tip kissing your cervix every thrust pulling your hair back so he can whisper in your ear how your a nasty slut a cock whore who just loves when she gets slapped around by him whining to him talking about how he’s being too rough and telling him to slow down but he knows you loves it so he just goes harder making you clench around his length harder and moan into the pillow until you eventually come around him mumbling about how good it is about how good he is

gojo satoru , toji fushiguro, shidou ryusei, kageyama tobio, suna , firelord zuko , jason todd , barou shoei , your fav ❤️

(first smut if anythings wrong shush)

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strawchocoberry · 9 months

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SHE SAID “FUCK ME LIKE I’M FAMOUS”, I SAID “OKAY”

୨୧ featuring: shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, barou shoei, chris prince, michael kaiser x fem reader

ଘ cw: manga spoilers || smut, nipple play, fingering, size kink, pet names, rough sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms, oral sex (m receiving), mirror sex, pillow humping, masturbation, voyeurism, degradation kink, thigh fuck, thigh riding, dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie

୨୧ synopsis: they ruin your little cunt while you’re wearing their jerseys

ଘ wc: 4.5k

ʚ SHIDOU RYUSEI ɞ

“Shidou!” you called for him. “Your package is here!”

Shidou didn’t respond to you. Curious about the contents of the package, you decided to open it for him. Knowing him, it was probably just some new sex toys or that maid outfit you had accidentally discovered that he ordered for you a few days ago. Your eyes widened as you saw the official U-20 uniform inside for his upcoming game. You traced your fingers on the back of the jersey along his name and number; Shidou 13. Taking your shirt off, you tried it on, the jersey barely covering your ass, as you were twirling around in the living room.

A pair of two arms wrapped around your body, bringing your movements to a stop. You felt his hot breath fanning your neck, as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Seems like my package has arrived.” Shidou kissed your neck. Not the one he was impatiently waiting for, but fuck, he had never imagined seeing you in his jersey. His hands slithered underneath it, grazing your skin and making your breath hitch. A menacing smirk was curved on his lips as he realised you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. “Are you trying to seduce me, kitten? ‘Cause it’s fucking working…” he whispered in your ear.

He was rubbing his clothed cock on your ass, whilst kissing your lips and playing with your nipples underneath his jersey. He hadn’t thought that seeing you in it would have this much of an impact on him and yet there he was, turned on and needy to fuck you. Placing two of his fingers in front of your mouth, he signalled you to open it for him and you obliged, your tongue sucking his fingers oh so perfectly, coating them with your saliva. He then slipped said fingers into your cunt, violently thrusting them in and out, having you bent over screaming, unable to maintain your composure.

Shidou turned you around to face him and kissed your lips, as he guided you towards the couch behind you. The two of you lay down on your sides, still facing each other. His tongue slipped into your mouth, as you shared steamy open-mouthed kisses. Breaking your kiss, he removed your shorts and panties, placing your leg on top of his thigh, then rubbed teasing circles around your hole, making you moan, before he muffled your sounds with another kiss. You gasped, as he pushed his fingers in your cunt, picking up from where he left off earlier.

You moaned as you sucked on his tongue, turning him on even more. You could see it in his eyes that were looking at you so lovely and yet so lustfully. Burying his face on the crook of your neck, he left behind hickeys and bite marks, leaving his mark on your body, while simultaneously fucking your wet pussy with his fingers, as you held tightly onto his shirt, your head thrown back and moans escaping your lips. You tightened around him, as you came undone, moaning his cursed name.

You were panting hard in an attempt to regulate your breath, while Shidou kept fingering you through your orgasm, spreading your slick all over your inner thighs. Giving you a little time to collect yourself, he stood up and got rid of his clothes. He stood above you, one knee over the couch, his hand stroking his hard cock at your fucked out state, feeling the dopamine taking him to cloud nine, painting your ass cheeks with his cum. “Fuck— You’re making me explode, baby girl,” he groaned in pleasure. He then sat back down, taking you in his embrace, your head falling back on his shoulder, still quite dazed.

Lining himself with your hole, you held onto his hands, as you slowly went down on him, a deep moan leaving your lips and having Shidou fight back his urge to go feral on you like a bitch in heat. You bounced yourself on his cock, moaning as he reached deep inside you. He was stretching oh so perfectly your gummy walls, you could feel every inch of him. His head had fallen back on the backrest, as Shidou kept looking at you riding him in his shirt. Only the thought that he’ll be wearing that shirt to the upcoming game had him on the verge of orgasming.

He leant closer, biting down on your neck and engulfing himself in your scent. That’s when he snapped. Shidou held your waist bruisingly tight, before going ballistic, forcing your hips down on his shaft, his balls hitting your ass. You felt the air being violently driven out of your lungs, mouth agape and voice cracking, as your brain blacked out. “Go ahead. Cum all over my cock for me, baby girl,” he breathed in your neck. Your body obeyed his command, before your brain could even process it.

ʚ OLIVER AIKU ɞ

“It’s too bad that you lost to Blue Lock, but goodness you were so hot at that moment!” you squealed enthusiastically, watching for the 1000th time the moment Oliver congratulated Blue Lock on their win. The way he removed his glove with his teeth had you on a chokehold.

Oliver could only just lay on the bed, running his fingers through your hair as you fangirled over him. He couldn’t help but find it kind of cute. “Well, now that the Japan U-20 team will be reconstructed by Blue Lock, I can’t help but wonder when — or more accurately if — I’m ever going to wear that uniform again.” He leant closer ready to kiss your lips, when you suddenly stood up and left the room, leaving him high and dry. He laughed at himself and just lay on his back with his eyes closed.

“No matter what happens, I will always be rooting for you!”

Hearing your voice, he opened his eyes to a surprise. You crawled towards him on the bed, wearing his jersey and kissed his lips softly. You were only going for an innocent little peck of his lips, but you should have known better. Oliver ran his fingers through your hair, his hand finding its way to the back of your head keeping you steady. You opened your eyes confused only to notice the libido gleam in his eyes; the bloody gaze of his that always had your body quivering with exhilaration.

You melted all over him, grinding your already soaked cunt on his clothed cock. His hands rested on your ass, adding more force and friction to your movements. You moaned in your kiss, starting to lose yourself in the moment. Ridding you of your clothes, everything but his jersey, you stood on your knees on the bed, Oliver sat in-between your legs and pulled you down for another kiss, a more aggressive one, his tongue taking the upper hand of yours. He started rubbing your folds with two of his fingers, while his thumb was stimulating your clit, having you grab onto his shoulders for support.

You gasped at how smoothly your cunt welcomed his fingers, tightening just right around them, making you feel them drag themselves along your velvet walls. Oliver curled them up, hitting your g spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body, as you moaned his name. He was bewitched at the sight of your lips parting to sing his name in his favourite tone, while you were wearing his jersey. His boner was starting to become unbearable. Pulling his sweatpants down, he used his free hand to stroke himself at the same tempo he fingered you.

“Oliver… Need you… I need your cock inside me…” you moaned.

“Ah fuck—” he shakily breathed as he cummed in his hand.

You followed right after. As your body was overtaken by ecstasy, he removed his fingers, earning some whines from you. Holding your waist, he slowly slid you down on his shaft, making you moan at the sensation. You were impatient, so you started riding him, moving your hips relatively fast, feeling him stretch you out just like you wanted. With a swift move, Oliver manhandled you into lying on your stomach, him hovering on top of you and viciously pounding into your cunt.

You had turned your face to the side, looking at him over your shoulder, as you moaned “Oliver…” and he would stumble to keep his sanity together, observing how gorgeous you were in his jersey. “Aiku 2” he read on the back, as he fucked you dumb, while leaving hickeys all over your defenseless neck. Maybe he needed to teach you a few things about defence. Or maybe he shouldn’t, because that would only make things more difficult for him.

Your ass cheeks had turned red from the relentless thrusting of his hips. Oliver captured your lips, muffling your moans, as you kept creaming all over his cock. It was as if you wished he stayed there deep within you for eternity. And you indeed wished that. One of his arms wrapped underneath your hips, rubbing your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You trembled underneath him and yet you couldn’t go anywhere. You were caged beneath him, forced to take everything he gave you.

“I can never get enough of your tight little cunt, love,” Oliver moaned in your ear. You screamed, as you came undone, your fingers intertwined together, as he railed your pulsating pussy, his face resting on your shoulder, peppering your neck with kisses. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned, as he thrusted his hips erratically, continuously hitting your g spot, stimulating you all over again, driving you to the edge of insanity.

ʚ BAROU SHOEI ɞ

You were scrolling mindlessly through your phone, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. Barou hadn’t quite yet got off of the euphoria after winning the match against FC Barcha. As soon as he came back, he kissed you, while lifting you in the air. “Tonight we’re going to celebrate,” he promised you, then vanished to have a bath. Only the thought was enough to make you get wet. Leaving your phone on the bed, you stood up and picked up his jersey from the laundry basket. It was still kind of sweaty, but you didn’t mind as you threw it over your head.

You went to the mirror and looked at your reflection. You quite liked how large it was on you. You were so busy, posing in front of the mirror in his jersey that you failed to realise the king’s presence behind you. Your movements came to a sudden stop, your eyes locking with him through the mirror. He had just walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, hair down and his whole body dripping.

In any other case, Barou would have surely scolded you for wearing his sweaty jersey, as that was so unclean of you. But at that moment, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He read “Barou 13” on your arched back and his body went in a rut, seeing how nicely your ass was popping out underneath his jersey. Before you could even think of moving a muscle, he found himself behind you, his hands groping your ass, as his lips kissed your neck.

“Look at you, dressing up formally for an audience with your king,” he whispered in your ear. Grabbing your chin, he turned you to him, crushing his lips on yours. He sneakily slid one of his arms underneath his jersey, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple hard, making you whine on his lips. Pulling away from his lips, you kissed his neck, collarbone, upper chest, reaching down his abs and stopping above the towel.

Sitting now on your knees, as if hypnotised by his aroused state, you threw the towel to the side and licked your lips, as your hand stroked his length. You peppered his shaft with kitten licks, lollying over that one angry vein that made him mad with pleasure, groaning as he looked down at you, his right hand ruffling your hair, before resting on the back of your head as you slowly took him in your mouth. His breath came out shaky, as your tongue swirled around his tip teasingly. He thought you looked oh fuck so irresistible that he couldn’t wait to slide his cock deep in your cunt.

“Fuck— Yes, that’s it, that’s it…” Barou breathed hard, as he cummed in your mouth. “Swallow it all up like the good girl you are.”

And you did. Pulling you up by your arm, he wiped away some of his cum from the corner of your lips, then slid his thumb into your mouth for you to lick it clean. With a swift move, he had you facing the mirror, as his bigger figure loomed over yours. “You’re dripping…” he cooed, biting your ear, as he rubbed his fingers on your bare folds. You squirmed, back arched and head hanging low, filthy moans echoing in the room. Your legs trembled as he wickedly thrusted his fingers in your cunt, the squelching sounds making you a babbling mess from how good he was making you feel.

His other arm wrapped around your waist and reached your clit, forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your skull and your head to fall back on his shoulders, as you literally cried from pleasure. You were moaning in his ear and yet Barou couldn’t care less if the last thing he ever heard was your honeyed voice and the sounds of his fingers fucking your cunt. Your body violently spasmed in his caging embrace, your orgasm hitting you hard, causing you to feel lightheaded.

You were panting hard, hands barely able to hold onto the mirror for some stability, when you felt his girth rubbing against you. With one sharp thrust of his hips, he was now stretching you out, amused at how your pussy was already clamping down around him; and he had only just put his cock inside you. He assumed a similar pace as before, fucking you hard, his balls slapping your ass, marking the spot red. “Look in the mirror,” he ordered, slapping your ass, making your body jolt. When you refused to oblige out of pure embarrassment, he choked your neck, forcing you to look at your reflections. “Look how well you take my cock.” He slapped your ass once more.

He bit down on your neck and sucked on your soft skin, leaving his marks all over you to prove that you were his. His hands held tightly onto your waist, forcefully slamming your hips against his, hitting deep inside at that sweet cursed spot that had you become an utter mess for him. Your cunt creamed around him as you orgasmed. Barou had to practically wrap an arm around you, otherwise you would have ended up on the floor. His hips continued pumping deep in you, as he was almost on the edge of release himself.

ʚ CHRIS PRINCE ɞ

Chris was one of the few men on earth who actually knew how to please a woman. And you felt lucky to be his, as you had the privilege of spending all those intimate moments with him. But if you were honest, you had but one tiny complaint; his excessive working hours. You wouldn’t usually mind, but shit it was your worst nightmare whenever you really needed him pounding into you and he was nowhere to be found, just like right now. Chris was running late at a photoshooting and you felt like losing your mind.

There you were, humping down one of the pillows on your bed, while wearing his jersey from last night’s game. You wanted to curse at him for not being there to take care of poor little you and yet you couldn’t really utter a single word, as your primary focus was to ride your pillow as best as you could to relieve yourself. And when that wasn’t enough for you, you lay back on the headboard, legs spread open and running your fingers on your drenched folds. You slid two fingers inside, pumping them in your pulsating cunt, moaning his name as you chased after that sweet high that had your mind turn completely blank.

“How kind of you to loosen up yourself for me,” Chris whispered in your ear. “I really liked the view.” He kissed your lips. He was stunned to say the least. When he rushed back home from the photoshooting, he wouldn’t have expected to find you touching yourself in his jersey. He was standing by the doorframe, watching how your pussy eagerly welcomed your fingers in. He couldn’t just sit there and yet he couldn’t bring himself to inform you of his arrival — not quite yet — as he wished to enjoy the show for as long as he could. He stripped himself and stroked his cock at how magnificent you were, blessing his ears with your moans.

Having you sit on your hands and knees, he hovered above you, sliding his cock between your tightly squeezed thighs, rubbing against your drenched cunt. One of his muscular arms was holding your body, while the other fondled your breast. “You couldn’t wait for me to return, could you?” he mocked you, as you moaned his name at the delightful friction. Abruptly, Chris shoved your face in the pillow, holding your hips in the air and thrusting his bulging cock inside your velvet walls.

“Fuck—” he groaned at how tight you felt around him. His eyes fell upon his jersey which you were still wearing, gazing lustfully at his name on it; Prince 7. You moaned at how hard he thrusted in you, hitting all the right spots only he knew that would make you the perfect babbling mumbling mess for him. “I must be the luckiest person on earth, having the pleasure of fucking a slut like you,” he cooed, his cock repeatedly hitting your g spot, having your whole body twitch in ecstasy.

You screamed in the pillow, while creaming on his cock, your filthy sounds filling the room. Chris would slap your ass and smirk at the red handprint he left there. He would kiss your neck and cover you in his marks, while telling you how good that little cunt of yours felt, as he viciously thrusted his cock inside. “Isn’t this what you wanted when you were touching yourself earlier?” he taunted, his voice breathless from the moment. “Isn’t this what you were imagining me do? Fuck you hard, just the way you like?”

It was better than your little dirty imaginations. You couldn’t even begin to compare the difference between your fantasies and the way he rearranged your guts inside you right then and there. Every time you thought you had experienced the absolute pleasure he could possibly give you, he proved you wrong. But you loved that and he knew. He knew how much you loved when he treated you as nothing but a slut, for that’s what you were; his slut. Chris was aware of the difference between your staminas, yet he never failed to push you a little over your limit every time, making you hold on for a few more minutes.

His cock was throbbing in your pussy, making you realise that he was close to his release. You were nearing your release as well. Your walls spasmed around him, coating him with your cum. He followed behind you a few minutes later, painting your insides white. And as usual he didn’t stop. No, he was only getting started. The night was young and your wearing his jersey made him feel a certain type of way, wanting to pound on you until he was sick of it. “C-Chris…” you called for him. “I-I can’t… It’s t-too much…” you whined.

But he completely ignored you, continuing to thrust into you at full throttle. You were overwhelmed, feeling as if your heart would give out from the overstimulation any moment now. His cum from his previous orgasms was dripping down your thighs, your abused cunt was at his mercy, begging for him to stop. “Oh fuck—” he groaned, as he cummed again, pulling out and observing in awe how pretty you looked, before pecking your lips.

ʚ MICHAEL KAISER ɞ

“How do I look?” you asked him, turning around for him to admire you in the gorgeous long dress he had bought for you.

“You look exquisite, darling,” Kaiser smiled at you.

He had just returned the day before from a trip abroad with the other players of Bastard München, as they had an overseas match. As usual, he completely annihilated his opponents. But it was a shame that you couldn’t go with him. Kaiser, who loved to spoil you, came back with a mountain of presents; perfumes, bags, jewellery, clothes, shoes. And now, he was sitting on the armchair next to his bed in his black with white details robe fresh out of a bath and watched you try on everything he had bought you. He was pleased noticing how utterly beautiful you looked in every single one of them.

And yet he thought that a different kind of attire would suit you even better. “Try this on for me, darling.” Hesitantly taking the jersey from his hand, you disappeared in his walk-in wardrobe to change. You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling his scent engulfing your body. Walking out, you approached him and slightly bent over, your eyes sparkling with anticipation for his answer to your question.

He didn’t even wait for you to ask your question, when he pulled you to sit on his lap, your thighs on either side of his. Kaiser was already eating you out with his eyes, as his hands caressed your body, before ultimately resting on your waist. He slipped them underneath his jersey, his fingers running across your ass, when he suddenly stopped. His gaze darkened, as he realised you weren’t wearing any panties, a spark of lust lurking somewhere deep in his eyes, as he slapped your ass, earning a whimpering moan from you. Fixing his glasses on top of the bridge of his nose, he rested his head on his arm. “Ride my thigh.”, he ordered.

You were frozen for a minute, still processing his words. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he stated in a strict tone, slapping you once more. Sitting properly on his thigh, you started humping yourself on it. Kaiser just comfortably sat there, watching you get yourself off on his thick thigh. He could feel your cunt becoming more and more drenched, curving a menacing smirk on his lips. You couldn’t even wish to deny the utter pleasure you got from the moment. And yet, you longed for his touch. It could be as simple as cupping your cheek and kissing your lips. Or it could be as bad as grabbing your waist and making you ride him himself.

However, Kaiser did no such thing. “I’m not going to touch you at all,” he stated to clear any misunderstanding from your part. You whined at his statement, yet continued humping yourself on his thigh. Your mouth was hanging open, as moan after moan rolled off your tongue. You felt the oxygen in your lungs decreasing, as you were feeling overwhelmed. He stayed true to his word. He didn’t touch you, not even once. He didn’t even bounce his leg to add some friction. And that drove you over the edge of insanity, feeling as if you could lose your mind any minute now.

“Don’t slow down now,” he taunted. “I know you’re close. I can feel your cunt pulsing.”

He was right, you were indeed about to cum. But your strength betrayed you. You felt numb after only humping yourself on his thigh. “Kaiser… Please… Touch me…” you whined, hoping that he might take some pity in the pathetic little you and drive you to your orgasm. “Only you can make me cum…”

Ridding himself of his robe, he lifted you up and threw you on the bed. Taking his glasses off, which he left on the nightstand, he climbed up, hovering above you, looking down at you as a predator looking at its prey. He attacked your neck, biting your flesh hard, making you scream, whilst his left hand slid down your body and came in contact with your pussy. He rubbed his fingers on your drenched folds, then violently thrusted them inside, making your breath hitch and your back arch. Within minutes, you cummed on his fingers, hearing him evilly laugh at you.

He didn’t give you time to take a break. He rolled you on your stomach, spread your legs and slightly lifted your hips up. He stroked his throbbing cock a few times, before aligning himself with your hole. “Wait, Kaiser—” He thrusted hard into your cunt that gladly swallowed him up. His thrusts were violent, as he almost completely pulled out, before slamming forcefully himself back in. He was holding tightly onto your right bicep and the back of your throat, holding you down to take all of him.

Kaiser 10; if you wanted to blame someone — or more accurately something — that would be his jersey. The moment you walked out wearing his large jersey that barely covered your ass, he thought you were the most breathtaking woman in the world. However, his possessiveness soon enough usurped control over his body and here we are now. You were screaming on top of your lungs, tightly holding onto the bed sheets, as Kaiser ravaged your cunt.

You could feel your ass burning red from his aggressive thrusts and yet you felt so good, you couldn’t stop coating him with your slick. He noticed you crying and couldn’t help but chuckle, as he leant down and kissed a tear away. You were whimpering, asking him — no, begging him to be a tiny bit gentler. And as expected, he outrageously condemned your pleas, whilst sucking one of his bite marks on your neck. “No matter what you say, you’re loving this. Your cunt is tightened perfectly around me, my little whore,” he cooed in your ear.

He made you cum again and again, to the point where you couldn’t think a single thing anymore. Your body reacted instinctively to him. You were but a whiny moaning mess, mumbling incoherent words along with his name. Kaiser couldn’t have been more pleased with this outcome. “Fuck—” he moaned, as he thrust one more time and orgasmed, his head falling back, cumming deep in your abused cunt.

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nariism · 10 months

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your boyfriend has what social media likes to call a resting bitch face. to some extent, it's true. your wonderful partner has a mug that screams "get close to me and i'll bite your fingers off!"

jaw so taut you can see him grinding his teeth when he gets irritated, phone permanently on do-not-disturb, headphones in everywhere he walks, a scowl etched deep into his face like he was born that way... everything about him is just so off putting unless you're one of his most diehard fans (which, unfortunately, he has many of).

everyone thinks your boyfriend is too rude. too blunt. too avoidant of socializing like a regular human being to really be in a relationship.

but what they don't know is that your phone number is the only one listed to bypass his phone's do-not-disturb status. what they don't know is that he carries around a picture of you in his wallet from your very first date. what they don't know is that he has a tendency to blow money on you spontaneously just because you looked mildly interested in something.

he's got your favourite things listed in his notes app. he knows your regular starbucks order like the back of his hand. he's an expert in making you flustered. and he's proud of it.

they don't know your boyfriend is a total sweetheart behind closed doors, away from the prying eyes of the public.

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SAE, kaiser, CHIGIRI, RIN, raichi, barou, shidou (when he's not in a pda mood) <3

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itostea · 10 months

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texting your bllk boyfriend "i want him" as a joke (rin, shidou, michael, isagi, & nagi)

warnings: rin is a bit unhinged... jk most of them are kinda unhinged

also! typo in michael's part... it's supposed to be "saw" lol

characters from... spider-man: across the spider-verse, my reason to die, dreaming freedom, that one gojo cosplay by _ARMEYES, & loving yamada at lv999

itoshi rin:

shidou ryusei:

kaiser michael:

isagi yoichi:

nagi seishiro:

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yeonniesblog · 1 year

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— blue lock! boys reaction to you asking them to do your homework in exchange of tit pics, yeah you heard that right

blue lock x reader, fair warning : they are made ooc just to make it more fun people <3 | masterlist

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(off topic but, i was planning to start a series, chatfic or normal about bllk boys x reader, and basically there is this app/organisation where you can match to hookup, basically lots of smut, so share your thots on it, I saw this on a wattpad book and wanted to try out) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

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kurtiness · 13 days

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dysfunctional family therapy

#bllk #bluelock #shidou ryusei #itoshi sae #rin itoshi #charles chevalier #ryusae #saeryu

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galaxynajma · 3 days

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I wanna see Shidou meet the itoshi parents

Itoshi family dinner with Shidou would be crazy

#blue lock #bllk #bluelock #shidou ryusei #ryusei shidou #shidou ryuusei #blue lock shidou

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riririnnnn · 10 days

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Ironically, I think Shidou is a pretty chill dude.

I mean, yeah he has performed battery and got a badmouth, but ignoring that, he is chill. He has no feeling of jealousy or pride in him. He just wants to play soccer. Good soccer—not his fault that his standards are high.

Like, he is such a hype man:

Have you ever seen anybody else in Blue Lock hyping someone like this, huh?

He is just a silly guy.

Be in his good side and he'll probably fight a meteor with his bare hands for you.

#blue lock #bllk #shidou ryusei #雪 ranting

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rinhaler · 7 months

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𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓

✧˖*°࿐ : 18+ only, no minors. ✧. ┊ ⁭plug!ryusei shidou x f!reader

Genre: smut Notes: iiiiiii want him n need him desperately ♡ i made him icky, manipulative and dress like pete davidson warnings: 18+, (soft?)dom!shidou, sub!reader, dubcon, drug use (weed), blowbacks/shotgunning, reader has pubes!, ryusei has a gold tooth, virgin!reader, corruption kink, dumbification?, fingering, blowjob, head pushing ♡, male masturbation, use of nii-chan (not referring to ryusei), slight dacryphilia, shush!kink, praise, pet names, cum eating ♡, he calls your pussy 'her', slut used once. words: 7.1k

“No way am I coming over. Your big brother would kill me.”

Ryusei can’t stop himself from smirking when he can hear your attempt to conceal a whimper. And he just knows there’s a plump little pout on that pretty little face on the other end of the line.

He’s been dealing to your brother for years, they’re basically best friends if you subtract the client aspect from the equation. They smoke together, they’re always hanging out and Ryusei isn’t a stranger to the apartment you and your brother share.

“How did you even get my number anyway, darlin’? Reaaaal naughty of ya to be calling me like this. Gonna be in big trouble if I tell your nii-chan.” he tells you. And this time you hear the smirk behind his voice. He’s teasing you. He’s toying with you, but you still can’t stop yourself from becoming paralysed with fear.

“He gave me it for emergencies! Please don’t tell ‘im!” you sigh. “He’s on some weekend work trip because he’s tryna get a promotion. I’m just lonely…”

“Awe, and why is that my problem?” he asks, harshly. It takes you aback slightly though your determination doesn’t falter. You take a deep breath and try to formulate a response in your mind.

“You guys are always havin’ fun together… but you never let me join in. I wanna have fun with you too, Ryusei—”

“No.”

“But—”

“I said no.” he stands firm and shows no signs of backing down. He hears the little deflated exhale you release, and he licks his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t want you to be sad, but he knows fucking around with a client’s sister behind his back is a stupid fucking idea. “You’ll be alright on your own. Why don’t you invite one of your friends over.”

“W-Well… I just wanted to see you.” you tell him, honestly. “I— I wanted to try smoking with you.”

He chuckles when he hears that. It hasn’t been a discreet crush you’ve harboured since you saw him for the first time. You may have thought otherwise, but Ryusei has always known. He kisses his teeth and laughs again as he thinks about this tantalising proposition being thrown onto his lap.

“You’re really tryna get into trouble this weekend, huh? Do you always invite drug dealers over?” he wonders, knowing the answer already. He knows you’re a good girl who always does as her nii-chan says. But today you want to let your hair down. Today you can let your hair down because he isn’t here for the whole weekend. You can be a little naughty and reckless and have some fun for a change. “Are you that lonely, baby? Jus’ want some company?”

“… Y-Yes. ‘m lonely…” your lower lip wobbles as you think about being in the same apartment all by yourself for the next two days. You’re fine now, it’s only 12:30pm. But what about when it gets dark out? You’re a stupid girl who lets her mind run wild with the possibilities of ghosts and home invaders. You’ve seen one too many horror movies while your brother and Ryusei are high in the front room for no regard to your taste in genre. You hate horrors but you’ve seen so many thanks to them. And now your mind is racing. What if you got kidnapped or killed for the fun of it? “I don’t wanna be alone, Ryusei… ‘m so scared.”

He grits his teeth, resolve crumbling as he thinks about you all alone in the apartment he’s spent so many nights in. So many pointless nights where he could have been out making more money or fucking a multitude of girls who don’t hide their attraction for him. So, is he really about to sacrifice the same for you?

Lonely, frightened, you?

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? I’ll be there in twenty.”

Now that he’s here you’re not sure what you were thinking. You’ve never smoked before. You’ve not even had a sip of alcohol before! But you know drugs are Ryusei’s whole life right now. Selling, buying and occasionally consuming. He locks the door behind himself as he enters. He’s wearing a wide grin as he comes in and approaches you.

He thinks you’re just the sweetest little thing.

Your feet walk you backwards as he gets closer to you, lunging forward to grab you when you almost trip over your pink Kirby slippers that your brother got you for your most recent birthday.

“Clumsy girl.” he grins, gripping into the fat of your underarms. He leads you over to the couch and more or less throws you down onto it. He dumps his backpack on the coffee table. “What time does your brother come home, sweetheart?” he asks, not even looking your way as he takes out his belongings and spreads them out on the table.

“Uh—” you think, eyes squinting as you look up at the ceiling and try to act natural. “Monday… morning.” you tell him.

“Well, I’m sure he won’t mind if I keep you company ‘til he gets back, right?”

“R-Right…” you aren’t so sure about that, but you’re hardly going to disagree with him. Though in truth, he knows he’ll be furious. But the time he cared about your pathetic brother’s opinion has been and gone. What kind of man would he be if he left a poor defenceless thing like you all on your lonesome in such a sketchy part of town?

You watch him carefully as he pulls out a grinder, some papers, and a large baggie of weed and puts them all down on the table. Your mind wanders as he describes the effects to you, none of it is computing. And it gets even worse when he starts talking about different strains doing different things. As far as you were aware, weed was just… weed. You’d never heard about strains or effects. All of your knowledge comes from movies. Tripping, munchies, all of the cliché stuff.

He grins when he sees your dumb expression. Of course you’re not understanding anything he says. All you need to know is that you’ll be okay because he’s here to look after you. He’s here to take you through it.

You watch him as he grinds it up in a tall metallic grinder. And seeing him roll is like witchcraft to you. It’s not like it’s the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve seen it up close. Your nii-chan always exiles you to your bedroom when they’re rolling and smoking. You’re only allowed out once they’re high, though it’s never stopped you peaking from the crack of your door.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as he holds eye contact with you while he licks the paper. Suddenly you’re looking anywhere but in his direction. He’s revelling in it, making you so uncomfortable and shy. You really are sweet ‘n innocent, huh?

“Here.” he hands it to you, his voice earning your attention and you look into his pink eyes before they drop to the blunt in his hand. You look back at him, confused, and he finds himself adjusting the baggy shorts he’s wearing in hopes that you haven’t noticed the way his cock jumps when you tilt your head so stupidly. “What? This is what you wanted.” he speaks, his defensive tone surprising you.

“But… I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never smoked before…”

“Never? Not even a cigarette?” he asks.

“Nothing… never smoked or had a drink or even been to a party. Nii-chan is too protective.” you pout. He wants to fucking ruin you. You’re so fucking cute and stupid he thinks he might cum in his underwear just from hearing you speak. You’re so obedient and it makes you so fucking stupid. As if you aren’t a grown woman who could get her own apartment and do whatever she wants. “Will you show me?” you speak, cutting through his thoughts.

He nods, effortlessly. He lounges back into the couch, legs spread wide as he lets the blunt balance between his lips. It’s lit instantly, and you can’t believe what a pro he is. He’s got one of those stupid lighters. The ones with the metal bit you have to spin with your thumb rather than one of the plastic ones you just push down. You can never use them. Your brother always lends them to you when you want to light a candle, but he always ends up lighting them for you.

“Get me somethin’ to use as an ashtray.” he tells you, it’s a rude demand rather than a request. But his lack of manners doesn’t stop you from immediately jumping to your feet and rushing over to the kitchen sink. You just washed your brother’s ashtray this morning. You smile happily as you hand it to him, clearly willing to do anything he asks whether he’s polite about it or not.

He takes a few more drags and flicks the ash every so often. And when he’s halfway through, he looks at you, expectantly.

“Your turn.” he tries to hand it to you again. You take it, and you flinch as he also forces the lighter into your palm. “You didn’t invite me over just to watch me smoke, did you? What, are you trying to take advantage of me?” he laughs, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. His golden canine twinkles at you, halting you from speaking for longer than you’d intended.

“It’s not like that! I just— I’m nervous, and I hate these lighters.” you explain. You stiffen as he rolls his eyes and adjusts his body, angling it to face you. His stare is harsh, bordering on agitated. It’s only fair, you think. He hadn’t planned on spending his day babysitting you or showing you how to do something so simple. “’m sorry.” you speak, it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. Almost.

“Open up.” he commands. You’re confused at first, and before you know it his rough thumb is tugging at the fat flesh of your lower lip. “I said: open up.”

You clear your throat and angle your body in a similar way to him. Although you’re nowhere near as tall or intimidating as him. You’re like a sullen little dormouse, respecting the orders of your master. Your lips part ever so slightly as he places the blunt between them. Your lips close around it, keeping it perched firmly between them. He can see lip gloss residue smearing on the paper; his depraved mind is going into overdrive. His lewd thoughts encompassing him, he needs to break free and focus on you before you start to ask more silly questions.

He tucks your hair behind your ears and away from your face. A brief thought crosses his mind of how embarrassing it would be to get caught by your brother because he singed your fucking hair.

“Don’t just suck it, yeah? Breathe it. You wanna feel it go in your chest, alright?” he asks you, it sounds like a reminder. Like he’d already told you this and he’s making sure you are listening this time. It’s hard not to when all you can focus on is him. How he’s staring at you. How he smells like cheap aftershave and weed. The smell of weed is revolting, truth be told, you aren’t sure how you’re going to be able to inhale it without gagging.

He flicks the lighter a few times and keeps an eye on your expressions and your breathing to make sure you’re doing it right. You look terrified.

And he likes it.

Your eyes get wider and wider the more you inhale, and he’s worried they might pop out of that pretty head of yours. You suck and you breathe in as much of the earthy smoke as you can until it embraced your lungs like an invader claiming its new home. He can’t hide his laughter when you begin to choke, realising you are the good girl you’re claiming to be and absolutely have never smoked anything in your life.

“Everything hurts.” you tell him, still coughing and sputtering out lingering smoke as your eyes water. ��It tastes like shit…” you continue, covering your mouth as you can’t stop yourself from choking anymore. He gets up, handing the ashtray to you to balance the blunt in and he flees the scene of the crime without a word. He returns a few moments later with a glass of water, he even added in a few ice cubes for you.

“Think you’re all grown up because you’ve had your first puff?” he wonders, “Never heard you swear before, darlin’.” he finishes as he hands the glass to you.

“I swear… I’m allowed to swear, Ryu.” you answer defiantly.

Cute, he thinks. You really are trying to sound all big and bad for him. But he’s never going to take you seriously after that little display, you’re just a little girl trying to act tough. A cute girl trying to be the cool girl.

But you both know you’re far from cool. A cool girl wouldn’t care so much about pleasing her brother and being a good girl for him. A cool girl would do whatever she wants without fear of the consequences.

At least you’re trying, he thinks.

You glug and you glug until you soothe the suffocating dryness in your chest. He’s transfixed on a droplet of water clinging to the corner of your mouth, unable to tear his gaze as it begins to run down your face. And he can’t think of a cuter sight than you still trying to be the cool girl, wiping it away with the back of your hand before he can notice despite it being much too late for that.

“C-Can I do some more?” you ask him, big wet eyes blinking at him as you hope he’s still willing to guide you.

“Think you can handle it?” he asks. “Get some more water.” he commands, not even letting you answer first. It’s probably the right call, though, you’re hardly going to be accustomed to the feeling of smoke contaminating your insides after one heavy inhale.

You follow his pathing from moments before, getting yourself some water and fresh ice cubes before returning and facing him again. You drink so much; he grabs your wrist and moves the glass away from your lips before you down the whole thing.

He lets out a heavy breath as he holds the blunt and sees how your lips immediately part for him this time without being asked. Fast learner. His thumb pulls at the metal wheel twice, each time it sounds make your eyes flicker further open.

“Breeeathe.” he demands, and you obey. You take it waaaay better this time, holding it for longer after he pulls the lighter away and takes the blunt from your lips. “That’s it, atta girl.” he smiles as you slowly exhale, only coughing a little bit. Your little hands are immediately reaching for the glass of water you set down moments before.

“I feel…” you try and think, eyes darting around the room in search of the right words to use. Your eyes close without your permission, humming happily as you embrace the feeling, a cheery smile visible on your face. “Weird…” you giggle, deeming it the only appropriate word that springs to mind.

“Is that right, baby? Feelin’ weird?”

“Mhmm.” you sigh, dreamily, letting the feeling consume you wholly. You want to melt into the couch beneath your thighs; and you involuntarily begin to lean back into the plush leather before Ryusei stops you. “My eyes are hurting, Ryusei…”

“Mm, I’ll bet. They’re all bloodshot, princess. Think you’re high.” he smirks.

“Wan’ some more.” you tell him, reaching to take the blunt from his hold. He moves his hand away. The fat, brown joint just out of your tired reach. And fuck he can’t stop his cock from twitching when you don that pout. That pretty little pout that you can’t stop yourself from displaying any time you’re disheartened. “P—lea, p-please…” your lower lip juts out further.

“C’mere.” he instructs you, his empty hand patting at his adjacent thigh. He sees the hesitation in your eyes. The little protest lodged in your throat as you think what a bad idea this could be. Why does he want you to sit on his lap? Your heart is racing with possibilities. Is he going to try and kiss you? Or is it simply an easier position for him to help you smoke? “Move, baby, now.” his voice is firm, almost scary. Your movements are slow, but you find yourself moving on his order regardless.

You go to him, but he stops you as you try and sit nicely in his lap. It isn’t quite what he had in mind. He doesn’t want to baby you like the princess you want to be for him. You’re like a ragdoll as he positions you, limbs loose beneath his touch until you realise you’re straddling him. His legs are spread wide, relaxed, and you’re hovering above him a little.

“Open your mouth f’me.” you’re like a robot, complying with each and every command he issues without hesitation.

You’re too good, too perfect. And Ryusei Shidou is quite the opposite; he’ll ruin you if you aren’t careful.

But right now, you couldn’t care less.

Your dewy lips part, wider than they had earlier until Ryusei seems satisfied. He’s relieved you’re only hovering over him, or you’d have definitely felt the way his dick twitched at the sight of your pudgy lips widening for him.

He relaxes, fully, his own eyes becoming more bloodshot as the minutes go by. Weed doesn’t affect him like it used to, not in the way it’s affecting you. But he’s calm. All of his thoughts are collected, and he feels at peace. It’s probably the reason he’s being so brazen and not giving a second thought to the consequences of being with you anymore.

While you’re waiting for his vision to be realised, while you’re waiting for the reason as to why he wants you in this position with your lips spread, he lights up the blunt once again. You watch him through a heavy-lidded stare as he takes a hefty inhale.

You sense him planning something, the cogs whirring sinfully in his mind as he looks between your eyes and your lips as he inhales the smoke deeper and deeper into his lungs. He rests his arm over the rest of the couch, harbouring zero consideration for the potential ash staining the cream carpet below.

He tries to close the distance between your bodies, and you instinctively jolt away from him, your lips clamping shut just as quickly. As much as he wants to smile, to laugh, his lips remain neutral and sealed. His empty hand holds the small of your back. His fingers drift, trailing up the column of your spine. He flattens his palm between your shoulder blades, pushing your face and body closer to his. His right hand remains between your shoulder blades, the other coming around to tug your viscid lower lip until your mouth is ajar. He leans in, closer. The closest he’s ever been to you in the entire time you’ve known him.

He's going to kiss you.

Your heart is thumping, the intense beating, hammering your heart through blood, muscle tissue and flesh. Your eyes close instinctively, and at that, he does smirk.

His eyes alternate between yours, and your gloss covered lips. And then his are ghosting yours, not close enough to touch but not far enough for you to not feel their presence. His gaze becomes heavy, lustful as he observes you. He’s fixated on how you react as he blows the smoke from his lungs into yours.

Your eyes widen as you realise he isn’t kissing you, but your mind is hazy as you realise what he is doing. His lungs shrink as he empties them, but he doesn’t move. He smiles, though, and you fucking feel it. He’s waiting patiently to see just how desperate you are for him to kiss you.

Your breathing is intense. He can hear each breath you take through your nose as you try and compose yourself. You try and calm down and hide your burning shame from him. He knew what you’d assume and chose not to correct you. Just to see you squirm.

But you want to kiss him.

You want him to kiss you.

He chuckles lightly when he sees a nervous little gulp plummet down your throat, he’s sure if he blinked he would have missed it. He wonders if your eyes always vibrate so intensely when you’re nervous.

“Did you like that?” he whispers, his lips still inching away from yours. You feel each and every breath it takes for him to speak that sentence.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?”

“Mm… mhmm…” you nod, eagerly and yet somehow still awkwardly. “D— Can you do it again?” you whisper. It’s so meek and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.

He adjusts his position, nodding, his lips almost catching yours but not quite before he pulls away to smoke some more. Your lips part beautifully and he’s smiling sinisterly yet again. His hand travels from your back to hold the crown of your head, you can’t back away this time, not that you’d want to. He’s keeping you in place as he slowly begins to puff smoke past your desperate lips.

You moan, involuntarily, as you feel your mind cloud and your body grow wearier. But still, you can’t get enough. You can’t fully satiate your desires of intoxication. Not with drugs. Not with attention. Not with touch. You need him. More of him.

“Baby?” you hear him mumble, his lips clumsily toying with yours as he refuses to fully close the gap between them. “I think ya wanna kiss me.”

You squeak, almost, a high pitch whine sounding through your nose as the uncomfortable statement surges through you. Were you so pitifully obvious the whole time? You lean in closer, attempting to close the separation between you. But he pulls away, ever the tease, and he can’t help but relish the whimper that claws its way up your throat.

“You ever even kissed anyone?” he asks, closing the gap once again. “Y’know, since you’re such a good girl.”

You feel the tips of your ears and face begin to sear with heat, embarrassment flooding through your blood. You nod, defiantly, doing all you can to assure him you’re not the big loser he seems to think you are.

“I have… ‘ve had boyfriends before… Ryu…” you tell him, though it’s still a little humiliating.

“So,” he starts, his hand holds your hip as he adjusts himself slightly. Thumb stroking your side calmly, despite his cock driving ever so gently into your core as he moves. Not hard enough to set off alarm bells, but just enough to leave a lasting impression. He bites lip and releases it just as fast as his eyes rake over you, and you feel so small under his stare, despite him being the one looking up at you. His fingers weave and comb through your hair until he gets a tight enough grip. Your noses are touching before he tilts his head, your lips barely lingering on one another’s as you each fight against fully committing. “If I kiss you right now, it’s gonna be worth my time?” he whispers.

In truth, it’s been a while since you kissed anyone. You haven’t had a boyfriend since high school and that seems like a lifetime ago now. But you don’t want to go another second without feeling his lips fully pressed against yours. So, you nod. It’s weak and unconvincing, but you nod anyway.

It’s enough for him. In truth, he wouldn’t have cared if you’d never been kissed before. He’d be more than happy to teach you, though he’s sure he’ll teach you plenty anyway. He’s going to turn you into a masterpiece; one that has been created only for him to enjoy.

His lips slot against yours and it’s like an explosion. You’ve been fucking starved for him, and you can barely remember to breathe as it intensifies. Suctioning sounds repeat as you kiss without stopping. Neither of you remember to come up for air until you’re gasping.

Your lips part divinely as his tongue pushes past them and it’s so rapturous as your little wet muscle meets his. He groans, loudly, as he licks and swipes all while you’re moaning pathetically into his mouth. He bets your soaked, he’s rock hard and leaking like a virgin getting his first hand job after all.

“Stick out your tongue.” he tells you, and like always, you do as you’re told. He licks at it, swirls his own tongue around it. He sucks it until he’s heady with lust.

His body collapses against the back of the couch, and like the perfect pet you follow him. You can’t stop making out with him now. You can’t possibly get enough. You doubt it would even be enough to crawl inside his skin and live out the rest of your days there.

You’re addicted to him.

He pushes your body down so that your crotch is fully pressed into his. The feeling of his throbbing cock almost entirely against your panty-clad mound is a surprise to say the least, you hadn’t expected it and your surprised expression gives you away instantly. But he doesn’t comment right away, instead, he grinds his crotch against yours as you carry on kissing. Your breath fans across his face, you’re delirious from the sensation of him being against you like this, you’ve never known anything quite like it.

“Feel what you’re doin’ to me?” he chuckles, parting away from you enough to look up at you again and lick his lips. But you chase him, you think you might stop breathing if you deny yourself of him. Your tongue pushes past the seam of his lips, and of course he doesn’t object. He feels your little wet muscle searching for something, and he can’t contain the amused scoff when he realises you were tracking down his gold tooth, the tip of your tongue licking it from behind all of the way to the front until you reach his gums. “Fuck… you’re filthy.” he informs you before kissing you again.

You giggle before he yanks at your hair. Flirtatious laughter being forced into a tantalising gasp, your head angled so that you’re looking up at the ceiling above. The column of your neck is almost enough to make him cum. It’s so fucking bare. So pure and untainted. He wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you. To cover you in hickeys and bite marks so that everyone knows what he fucking did to you.

But he knows, deep down, it isn’t worth it. It isn’t worth the questions and the bullshit and the drama. Not this time, anyway. Instead, he leaves gentle kisses and soft suckles against your skin. His tongue leaves fat, wet stripes over your throat and pulse point, hot breath fanning over them between kisses. You’re keening for him as his lips begin to ascend. You’re shuddering against him as he breathes heavily, deliciously, into your ear. His hand drifts to squeeze your tit over your crop top as he continues to breathe thickly into your ear canal. The intensity forcing your skin to break out in goosebumps.

You mewl, and it’s a fucking siren song as he sucks on your earlobe. He drives his covered cock up into you as he takes the cartilage between his teeth, alternating between that and sucking like he’s trying to get milk from nipple.

“Does anyone else know what a naughty little thing you are?” he talks directly into your ear, thumb rubbing over the thin material of your top, your hardened nipples unfortunately hidden behind your push up bra. “Or do you only get like this f’me?”

“Jus’ you…” you sigh, your arm wraps around his neck so that you can hold his head the same way he had yours. Tiny little fingers toy with blonde and pink tufts, he groans slightly at the comforting feeling.

“Darlin’… you know you have to pay, don’tcha?” he asks. It’s so out of the blue, you push away from him. He grins as he watches the confusion and horror take over your facial expression. You were so blissfully at peace, lost in the feeling of his lips and his touch all over your body. “Drugs aren’t free, y’know.”

“B-But…” you think, panicking, “I— nii-chan only left me enough for emergencies…” you tell him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. He offers a fake little pout, tutting at your excuse. It’s so feeble and pathetic and he loves how easy it is to mess with you.

“Awe, baby.” he offers faux sympathy, his thumb stroking over your cheek yet again. “You better do what I say then, yeah? Gonna have to keep bein’ a good girl f’me, ‘n then we can forget the whoooole thing.”

“What do you want me to—”

He thrusts his hips up, and you lose balance, falling perfectly into his arms. He tugs at your crop top, urging you to take it off. You start pulling it upwards, though it’s too slow for his liking. He yanks it over your head, getting a quick eyeful of your tits and aqua blue bra before he sucks hard into the fat flesh of your breasts.

You’re too busy moaning, rolling your hips against him to notice he has unclasped your bra with one hand. He pulls carefully at the straps, ridding you of the material covering part of your modesty. He bites his lip and breathes heavily as he ogles them. You feel the way his cock pulses against your cunt.

“S’fuckin’ pretty—” he muses. You feel different, now. You’re fully on display for him and you are completely at his mercy. Your rational mind is telling you to give him the emergency money your brother left and send him on his way. But sadly for you, your poor neglected pussy wants him to stay and have his way with you. “You’ve gotta suck my cock, baby. Now.” he demands.

Your heartrate sky-rockets. Things are moving so fast you can barely process it at all. You look down between your thighs and see the ever-growing bulge in his shorts. Can you argue with him? Reason with him? It doesn’t matter either way, you’re already sliding carefully onto the ground and getting down on your knees between his spread legs. You aren’t sure where to start. Everything you think about doing dies a sudden death with each new idea that comes to the forefront of your mind.

“Pull it out, hurry up.”

Little hands shake as nimble fingers grip onto the waistband of his shorts. You pull and you pull and he lifts his body to help in your efforts. He almost grunts as his cock springs free, pearlescent pre leaking a ton from his twitching slit.

“Mmmm…” he moans as he grips his cock at the base, shaking it a few times so that the tip hits your nose softly, soupy liquid sticking to you as he does. “Be a good girl, show me how bad you can be.”

There’s not a single universe where you’re successfully concealing your apprehension from him, though he thinks nothing of it. He thinks you’re nervous because you’ve had a crush on him for quite some time now and you don’t want to disappoint him. Your hands carry on shaking as you grab onto his length. He’s huge, both of your little hands are holding him in your grasp and there’s still more of his thickness unable to be held.

You think to start off you should clean the tip; you lick and lave over his throbbing head and your face scrunches as you register the warm tanginess permeating your tastebuds.

His body almost dissolves into the couch as you start to take more and more of him. He shoos your hands away and holds himself so that you can balance your hands on his thighs. His free hand holds your head, forcefully attempting to shove you further and further down on his length until you’re choking on him. You’re spitting and sputtering just like you had when you smoked.

“S’cute.” he moans. The light praise encourages you to keep trying for him. So, you do, try. You try to give him mind blowing head. You try to remember to use your tongue to keep him nice and stimulated as you bob up and down on his cock. You even remember one of your friends telling you that squeezing your thumbs stops you from gagging as much.

But it’s all in vain.

Ryusei hisses, flinching from an amalgamation of too much teeth and not enough spit. He snatches you away by your hair, seeing red veins stabbing through the whites of your eyes as they begin to gloss over. A watery sheen telling him of your deepest shame and embarrassment.

“Are you a fucking virgin, baby?” he wonders. His cock spills more pre as he sees tears fall from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks. The little sniffles you can’t stop are a symphony to him and he can see the way your throat is choking back audible cries. He can hear the little croaks trapped there, though, poor thing. “Never sucked a cock before, have you?”

“’m s-so sorry.” you stop fighting your losing battle as you start to cry, utterly humiliated that your secret has come to light because you did such a terrible job giving head. “I’ll— g-get my purse ‘n then you can just g-o. I’m sor—”

He leans forward, hand snaking between your thighs to cup your cunt. “Never had a cock in her, huh? What about fingers? Anybody ever ate your pussy, sweetheart?”

“N-Nothing!” you speak, almost defiantly though that wasn’t your intention. You’re feeling vulnerable and defensive. You’re embarrassed, and he has his hand somewhere nobody has ever touched you before. “Only kissed before…”

“Mmm… no wonder you’re so wet.” he speaks, though he isn’t seeking a reply. He’s simply musing to himself. He should have known, really. When would you get a chance to fuck and learn how to suck cock when your brother practically holds you hostage in this shit hole apartment? “I won’t fuck you, today. You’re not gonna suck my cock either. Come here.” he continues, he grabs both of your wrists and drags you back to your previous position with little effort. You’re above him, again, your thighs straddling his. “Stand up, actually.” he orders, you obey.

Your tits are still exposed and you’re standing in nothing but your pleated mini skirt and silk panties beneath. He twirls his finger, encouraging you to do a spin for him. You complete it, quickly, your skirt raising ever so slightly and exposing a peak of pink silk before you find a neutral position once more.

“Slower.” he tells you, so you spin again. Slower, just for him. “Stop.” he tells you when your back is facing him.

“Is something wrong, ah—!” you yelp as he ruthlessly kicks the inside of your ankles until your legs are spread apart from each other.

“Bend over, put your hands on the table.” he instructs you. You’re slow in doing so, not wanting to rush this time; though you still feel your heartbeat in your throat. Your skirt rides up, the pink silk completely covering your most precious secret. Though he grunts at the sight, unable to control himself. His jaw clenches and bubbles at the sight of brunette curls peaking from the sides of your panties. “Holy shit, fuck.” he sibilates, thick long fingers hooking into the pink silk. He wastes no time tearing them from your body, shoving them into the pocket of his hoody.

He grabs the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh under your little skirt and parting your pussy lips in the process. He’s enamoured by the sight, the way your arousal has soaked your pubic hair. It’s shimmering, he can’t help but to touch and toy with your pubes when they’re taunting him like this. He can’t remember the last time he fucked a girl with a cute bush of hair like yours. It’s always fucking waxed and landing strips and of course he won’t complain, but seeing your intimate form in all of it’s glory like this… you’re perfect. You’re fucking holy.

He pushes a single finger hastily into your wet hole. You almost fall forward; you cry out from the feeling of being stretched for the very first time.

“Never shave this fucking pussy, yeah? Leave it like this f’me.”

You don’t reply, mind spiralling from the feeling of pain and pleasure as he burrows his finger in deeper and begins to curl it when he feels that perfect little spongy spot buried deep. Your cheeks are stained with glittering tears, the overbearing living room light not offering you any courtesy in that regard. Your tear-stricken face will be exposed to him, eventually.

Will he care?

Will he show concern?

Will he be sympathetic since he is the cause?

It appears not. He holds no consideration as he pummels a second finger inside of your gummy interior. He scissors them again and again and again until you’re practically screaming. It feels worse when he pushes against the spot. That spot that blinds your fucking vision.

“A-Ah. Aaah—!” you sob, scream, anything your body can physically project in your current state. It almost feels like an out of body experience. “Ouch! Ow, R-Ryusei. Hurts! Hurtin’ me—!” you explain. He wraps an arm around your midsection, fingers still cosy deep inside. He pulls you back, your spine flush against his chest. His hand moves from your stomach to your mouth, silencing your cries and whimpers as his fingers carry on battering your g-spot.

“Shhh, it’ll feel good in a minute.” he informs you. “Rub your clit, baby, show me how you touch this virgin cunt.” your entire body becomes scalding in an instant, the lewd language and very notion that you masturbate filling you with unease. But without question, your fingers find the swelling nub between your pussy and begin to rub and rub.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder, smiling down as he hears painful cries turn to libertine moans. His smothering hand frees your airways, allowing you to send your mewling into the airspace freely. He squeezes his cock, hard, and begins to masturbate himself. A sticky, clacking sound filling the room. It’s mixing in with the sound of your squelching cunt.

Your eyes cross as he finds a perfect rhythm with you. You’re sure you look like a bona fide whore, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re balancing on the balls of your feet with your legs spread open wide, putting your cunt on full display. Your left hand digs into the leather arm rest beside you, the only form of balance you have.

You’re so fucking loud. He’s never heard anyone scream or moan as loudly in his life, though he’s one to talk. He’s on the verge of cumming after so much torment and he couldn’t be more vocal if he tried.

“D-Do you want all the neighbours to hear what a little slut you are? Want ‘em to tell your brother you got fucked stupid while he was gone?” he asks, it’s rhetorical, of course. He doesn’t care that you’re being loud. He just wants to torment you, tease you and build that unadulterated shame that you’ve had embedded in you your whole life. You are the product of repressed sexual urges. Would you have let a drug dealer strip you and play with your cunt if you weren’t so desperate and needing to be toyed with?

“’m gonna c-cum. Fuck, Ryusei! Cumming f-for you—!” you cry, your walls squeezing his fingers until they feel close to breaking. “Oh my god…” you sob. Your poor little virgin slot throbbing and pulsating around his thick heavy fingers and you continue to cum for what feels like a lifetime. His curling fingers dragging out the feeling for as long as humanly possible.

“Hah- haah- ah, fuck!” he finishes, white, gluey fluid shooting up your back. He fucks his fist until he drains every last drop from his swollen balls. He admires his work, smearing the remaining residue on your ass cheek and your skirt. He wonders if you’ll remember to wash it, God forbid your stupid brother find a cum stain on it.

He scrapes his cum onto his fingers and orders you to face him. He brings his sperm to your lips, expecting you to know what to do.

“Eat.” he says. You hesitate. He wants you to what? It’s a liquid, you can’t eat it. Does he want you to lick his fingers? Put them in your mouth? He’s sick of waiting, however, forcing them by your lips until the bitter taste coats your tongue. ��Eat it.” he looks at you with venom in his stare.

You hold his hand sweetly with both of yours. He watches you as you suck his fingers, internally thinking how much better you are doing this than you are at sucking cock. He bears his teeth, the golden one glimmering in your eye once again as you continue to clean the cum from his digits.

“Thaaaat’s it, good girl. It’ll get the taste of weed out of your mouth.” he tells you. You finish sucking, releasing his fingers with a gentle pop before placing his hand back on your thigh.

He allows his fingers to lightly caress your skin. The pads carefully glide over you as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him for the final time during this encounter. But he wanted to fuck you, didn’t he? He wanted you to suck him off properly, too. He’ll let it go for today, but this certainly won’t be the one and only time you’ll bare it all for him.

You still owe him for the weed, after all.

He thinks he might set up a depraved little payment plan for you.

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