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They’re on that damn floor mattress of course 😂

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WEIRD ONE

[ platonic yandere! beom taehee x step sister! reader ]

summary: taehee always thought that he was the weird one in his, but it looks like he was completely wrong.

tw: violence, marking, attempted double su!c!de, dark content, taehee's existence, idk anymore but this is pretty intense.

here's the part one!

before anything else, let's start you and taehee first met. unlike the enthusiasm you showed to taeha. the only thing you showed to taehee was indifference. like you don't even acknowledge the fact that he existed.

and that made taehee amused. hmm, you claimed that you believed in equality yet you treat him and his younger brother differently? that's amusing.

yet, he found himself observing you whenever he got a chance. you were interesting, taehee admitted to himself. he liked seeing you smile, laugh and act like a child (technically, you were younger than him so you are a child on his eyes)

sure, he let you enjoy yourself with that brat (taeha). but while watching the two of you hangout, he noticed something different in the way taeha looked at you.

and it disgusts him.

okay, what the hell? sure, you were not related to them by blood. but it doesn't change the fact that you were their sister. yet, taeha looked at you like how a man looked at his lover.

and as silly as it may sounds, it became the reason why taehee became more overprotective towards you.

this guy made an effort to get close with you. it started with simple gifts, attending the events in your school (note, he never did this to taeha so be honored)

and that's how he became more controlling and territorial.

honestly speaking, as a yandere. this guy was really violent. he didn't like it whenever you were hanging out with taeha. and what's the best way to ingraine it in pretty little brain? punishment.

isolation? not giving you enough food? locking you up? chaining you? he won't do that. instead, he would mark you with little pretty bruises, cigarette burns, etc. just name it.

ahh, you're really stubborn because despite of that. you were still smiling at taeha, talking taeha, hanging out with taeha.

taeha. taeha. taeha.

do you also think that taeha was better than he was?!?

and so, that night he planned to end your life and don't worry, he will follow you after. it's just a good thing that taeha and the chairman saw you and taehee before he could even cut your throat. and that's the reason why he was sent abroad, making sure that taehee will not be able to approach you again.

and taeha didn't even hesitate to use this chance to comfort his poor noona. see? he told you. he was the only one who cared for you.

“ you know that i'm only doing this for your sake, right? ”

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I absolutely love seeing other people ocs they're so cool!!

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Hi, if you have some time I would like to ask: Kaiser, Isagi, Rin and Sae. Their reaction when they find out they are in love with another guy , Which is also a blue lock participant. Could they do well?

Sorry if the text is difficult to understand, English is not my first language.

From: Nathan

To: Anon

Subject: LOVELOVELOVE

Not much to say today...

Isagi/Rin/Sae/Kaiser finding out they're GAY... for M! Reader [Separate, short, rushed writing, MALE MALE MALE MALE MALE reader]

[Kaiser and Sae not confessing their feelings/slight angst]

Kaiser:

He only ever looked at you once or twice and never really understood why he was so attracted to you, a blue lock participant..

What a shocker that he found out after weeks of painfully awkward conversations with you he found out he was falling in love for a... low level guy in soccer like you.

Kaiser being the man he is was delusional about it thinking to himself that he cannot possibly like you cause... okay there was no reason, he just rejected the fact that he was gay at all.

Unfortunately, he never confessed his feelings to you, bundling his emotions up inside his heart, painfully waiting for the day he one day wakes up and realizes he never had feelings for you.

Isagi:

He knew from the start that he loved you when he saw your face and your unique personality among the others back in Team Z. He barely even knew you back then, but now that he knows you better, he knows exactly what to say and do to hear your laughter.

Safe to say that he confessed to you with little problems, but you guys figured it out.

Sae:

Denial 2.0

Hated the fact that whenever you approach him, he feels something he has never felt towards people, men, even.

He tries to ignore you whenever he can. It wasn't clear to you whether he absolutely hated your guts or if he was just pushing you away accidentally.

Lord, did he love you so much that there wasn't any way for him to express properly to you besides upsetting you.

Rin:

Just like Sae, except this time it was denial, but gradually changes into acceptance.

He tries to express his feelings for you... In a way that barely anyone could understand. For example, he once woke you up at night just for you guys to practice soccer, which was apparently one of his weird ways to express his liking towards you.

Rin ended up confessing to you one day during one of his many late-night and midnight practices... You were too tired to understand him, but you were able to hear his "I like you."

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I'm so damn sorry to go back on a hiatus again after coming back not a few days ago. I have a project to do, and it'll possibly take me a while to finish, so I won't be back very soon.

-Love, Nathan

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─── ꒰𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝓐𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓꒱

─── 🌸 𝓦𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; ROUGH SEX (?), BREEDING KINK, INTOXICATED SEX ( SMOKE PLAY ), BURN MARK, AMAB!READER, BOTH ARE DICKS, F-SLUR, SLUT SHAMING, DIRTY TALK, LOVE BITES, P IN ASS, POOLRY WRITTEN, UNPROTECTED SEX

─── 🌸 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ; IN 𝓦HICH A HEATED ARGUMENT LEADS TO A ROUGH SEX

for my moots @vrtualirl

During a soccer match, You didn't follow Kaiser's plan to pass the ball to him for the final goal, but instead passed the ball to another teammate, Isagi, his rival he despises the most. Kaiser was furious with you. "[Name]!" he shouted your name across the field, you were talking to his rival about the goal, which it enraged him even more, you turned to him and saw him stomping towards you, his eyebrows furrowed, his face irritated. "I think I fucked up lol, he'll probably yell at me like a bitch, I swear to god." You sighed and told your soccer teammate to leave so you wouldn't have to witness their fight. "You fucking, fucked everything up." Kaiser reached up to your face and grabbed your jersey and lifted you up slightly, he forcing you to look him in the eye. "Did you even listen to my idea, were you even listening to me ? What were you thinking playing with this fucking rats ?" Kaiser's face turned dark at the thought of seeing you playing with Isagi.

"I think I did my job by playing, lmao by playing the soccer game ? Did you fucking think you could give me orders? I’m not your bitch, and You're not my goddamn father, so calm the fuck down." You replied by rolling your eyes, thinking his anger at you was useless. "Shut the fuck up, Bëchker. You're the annoying person I've ever seen, acting like a shit and helping Isagi score when I told you to give me the ball to me." he used your lastname to find a way to shut you up, he let go of your shirt and grabbed his hair and pulled it.

You whimpered faintly at the pain. "Fuck off you cunt! Leave my fucking hair alone, you hoe! leave it alone, shit. You're getting upset just over a stupid match, it seems like you're the stupid one here acting like this and grabbing your hair, are you jealous that my haircut isn't messed up and doesn’t look like two rats fucking tails?!" You let go of his grip and frowned. "You're getting me mad as fuck over some fucking soccer game, I swear, why are you so stubborn?" You snapped at him as you gave him the finger and you walked away. "Fuck you." Kaiser whispered as he peered at you heading for the exit. You and he were the only people left in the field, but now he was alone. He clenched his fist, still angry at you.

In a long corridor you made your way to the shower on your left. You sighed at the interaction you'd just had, sometime the boy wanted to made you throw him out the window, he was a spoiled bitch in your opinion. He acted as if there were no consequences to his actions. As you stepped into the room and undressed yourself to wash yourself, you entered the shower and turned on the water, the water was hot enough as you wanted it.

The warm water touching your skin was so pleasant that all the negative thoughts you'd had about Kaiser began to slip away. But then you heard the door slam, someone had entered the shower room and you knew who it was. You ignored the person, deciding to concentrate on your shower, and after a several minutes you turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. The person who had entered the shower after him also came out at the same time, you were really irritated, all you wanted to do everything to avoid him, you tried to be positive and think it was a coincidence that pissed you off.

"Are you doing this on purpose or what, asshole, hope you fucking die you bitch." You couldn't stop yourself from insulting him, his attitude pissed you off immensely. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." Kaiser replied without even looking at you. You grunted and wiped yourself with your towel and put on a pair of underpants, and the tension between you two was awkward, but you knew it would be worse when you were in the dorm with him, since you shared the same room as him. You left the shower room first, leaving Kaiser none the wiser. The blonde frowned as he watched you leave. "Shitty whore, I’ll make you regret."

You made your way to your dormitory, already tired from the day. When you got to the door, it opened automatically and you entered without any trouble. You went to your closet and grabbed the shorts that Blue Lock had given you as pajamas, along with a sweater with the brand's logo on it. You quickly put them on and moved to your bed, which was only a few inches away. "I need a cigarette." You leaned over to your nightstand, pulled out one of the drawers, and took out your pack of cigarettes with the lighter. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, simultaneously opening the pack and placing one on your tongue.

You closed your mouth, the orange stalk at the end was quite unpleasant to feel on your tongue, the texture of the wrapping was also bitter. You brought your lighter to the cigarette and lit it, a small orange-yellow flame appeared. The cigarette was now lit, and you placed the lighter on the table after using it and extinguishing it. You inhaled the smoke, and after that you picked up the cigarette with your index and middle fingers, and removed the cigarette from your lips. You blew the smoke away. You did this several times, thinking deeply.

But someone interrupts your thoughts with a sentence. "Smoking in the bedroom? How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke in here, are you deaf, you stupid bastard?". Kaiser was in the bedroom getting dressed, but you hadn't noticed because you were deep in thought. "It's not my fucking problem that you can't stand smoking, you can just choke on it." Kaiser approached you as soon as you were dressed and leaned into your face. "Shut your mouth, you brainless faggot whore, I hope you die with your fucking cigarette," you backed away as soon as you heard him say that, but he started to get closer and closer.

"You think that insult will scare me or something faggot?" a silence answered him. Kaiser was standing over you, pinning you to your bed, and you decided to break the silence. Kaiser grabbed your cheeks and squeezed them to make you shut up he took your cigarette out of your mouth, the snout still lightened up. You noticed his blue ocean eyes were filled with hatred for what you'd done to him before, but also filled with lust. You tried to speak, but Kaiser leaned down and kissed you.

Your eyes widened, surprised by his action, he let go of your cheeks and closed his eyes. Your bodies pressed warmly against each other, breathing heavily. You closed your eyes as well and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your heart beat increased faster and faster with each passing second, Kaiser began to put his hands under your shirt, touching your flesh.

You moaned slightly as you felt his cold fingers touch your warm skin. The kisses became hot and the sexual tension between them increased, your knees grew weak from the pleasure you felt from the kiss. During the kiss you felt a burning on your neck, you whimpered at the pain you felt, you opened your eyes and saw Kaiser burning your neck with his cigarette, he pressed more and more on your neck with the cigarette and took advantage of your moaning to put his tongue into your mouth. You curled your toes as you felt Kaiser's wet muscles penetrate his mouth, tears welling up in your eyes.

In the middle of your kiss, Kaiser stopped. The blond crushed your cigarette against your skin for the last time and threw it on the bedroom floor. You whined that he'd stopped in the middle of making out, Kaiser rolled his eyes at your complaints. "Quit whining, whore." He stated and moved to your neck and kissed it, sucking on your sensitive skin and using his teeth to leave a red mark shaped like round on your skin.

You put your hand over your mouth and stifled the moan that escaped your throat, which displeased the Emperor. With his left hand, he pulled your hand away and gripped it tightly. "Don't hide your howl, I want to hear it, and that's an order," he let go of your arm as you obey by not putting your hands on your lips, the male begun licked the burn he'd made a few minutes ago. "Ngh... it hurtsss, but ts so good" a faint blush appeared on your cheeks, listening to Kaiser's deep and demanding voice, you felt yourself getting hard in your crotch, which Kaiser quickly noticed your erection.

Kaiser removed your shorts along with your underwear, exposing your erect cock. Your cock was leaking pre-cum from the tip, with his hand he gripped your cock, as you felt his hand taking your penis, it twitched at his grip and with with his thumb Kaiser pressed on your foreskin, and you let out a whimper as you arched your back in pleasure. You bent your legs and squeezed together when Kaiser put too much pressure on the tip.

The blonde easily separate your legs because of how weak they were. As he stroked your dick dryly without using any spit or lube as the mouvements increased ad the second passed, as he left a few fresh and painful bites marks on your thighs as he rubbed your dick at the same times . "You're going way too fast," you whined, feeling your legs curling and shaking as your finger nails was digging into his neck’s flesh at the hard pleasure you felt. With his other hand, he reached under your shirt and moved his hand to your shirt, pinching and twisted your nipples with his fingers.

All of this overstimulated you enormously, you couldn't stop yourself from dropping a thick, white and sticky white liquid on Kaiser's hand and squirting your semen on the boy's pajamas. Kaiser glanced at you with cums on his palms and spoke “did I even allow to cum?” He demanded as he lift up his brows as he starred at you, under pressure you nodded no. “Then fucking don’t it if I didn’t say anything.” You sigh as your hair was scattered on the beds, sweat was on your forehead and the heat was increasing between the two of you, you were already tired knowing it wasn't over yet. Kaiser grunted, "Tired already, whore? We've only just started," he lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders. “Before you ask, we don’t need a safe word. You should handle everything I want to give you.” You frowned at him. “That’s the stupidest I’ve ever heard from you, we do fucking need a safe word.” You argued back but he couldn’t give a single shit about your words, he was the one ordering here.

He pulled down his pants and his underwear slightly, the gap was big enough to let his cock free from his clothes. His cock had boner, and seemed massively rigid in your eyes. It was abnormally long and large, did he got bigger you wondered in your head. “Spread your leg wider.” He ordered, which you did until you realized. “Hey! No prep or anything at all like my ass is dry?” You inquired about if he was going to prepare you, he looked he was going straightforward to your butthole without any spit or lubrifiant. “I don’t think you fucking need prep by the way you were acting, i don’t care if you’re not prepared you’ll handle it and love it anyway you bitch.” He grabbed his cock and pushed his tips toward your entrance, then he slowly put it in puckered hole. When he fully entered, he made a low rough noise at how tight was your hole, he bent closer to your face with your legs still on his shoulders, he was slightly impressed at how flexible you were.

“Fuckkk, you’re fuckin’ tight as hell..”Kaiser moaned at the savoring the exquisite sensation of your dry walls clenching around him. you tried you best to adjust to its size, but the male started to began to move, rolling his hips against yours, you felt like he was ripping your hole with his cock inside of you. The rapidity of his thrust slowly boosted ; all the things you could do is whine at how bad it was hurting although you were also pleased by his thrust. As the adult gripped with his hands your hips, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, as he tried to find your prostate located in your butthole.

Once he find it, he took time to abuse it as he please, you made one of the lewd sounds you could ever made as you cried out to go slower as tears flowed down your face at the ecstasy he made you feeling. Your back arched as your nail clawed at Kaiser’s neck leaving red scratches on it. You felt you eye-lids grew heavier, you couldn’t think at what you were doing but the only thing you knew is that you came on your sweatshirt and it also squirted on your face as you fell into unconsciousness in your bed. Kaiser remarks that you were not awake anymore, he did few more thrust before letting his semen escape his urethral opening, his cum filled your walls as he took off his cock out of it. Seeing you with his sperm dripping from your was kinda of you, sometimes he wished you were a girl just breed you til you were pregnant.

He sighed and captured your hands to take it off his neck, his rubbed his neck as he touched one of the scratches you made and glanced at it, a crimson liquid was on his fingertip, blood. Now he has to disinfect his neck, and he has also have to take care of your case too.

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Happy Lunar new year

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Hihi I haven't been able to find much needy streamer overload related stamps and deviantart search is being annoying and won't give me any so do you happen to have any?

i have alot of them 0u0. here's some

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pussy from a guy who was "the weird girl" growing up

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❝ PUNCH MY V-CARD?! ❞— boxer! toji x male reader

ꗃ Summary: Every champion has its perks and gratuity, whether it'd be money, medals, trophies, fame, luxuries and other opulence you could ever name, but it's different for him. For him you are everything, you're his. Just imagine what would he feel seeing you getting touch by some insolent fan of his, that filthy and grubby fingers entangled in your hair, caressing the crown of your head, and you only let them do it? Are you aware of the consequences? You should.

ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, description of boxing, blood and violence mentioned, possessive toji, marathon sex, bathtub sex, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, degradation, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, cumflation, choking, dirty talk, dacryphilia, dumbification, missionary, body worship, slapping, spanking, fucking over a phone call, uses the term: cunt, pussy, somnophilia, not proofread.

Murmurs, gossips, rumors and half-baked claims. That's all you hear and all you see, whenever you go out for groceries, draped with long coats, a pair of mask and a black sunglasses, when you scroll throughout the media, hell you barely go out because of your relation but still, it's all the same thing.

Your eyes scanned the screen of your phone, softened yet saddened, reading articles and headlines of your lover's success and immediate bad remarks,Toji Fushiguro.

In the care of his home as it was yours as well, spacious condominium and multiple rest houses, there hanged and displayed his awards, medals, trophies and championship belts, but there was your picture with him sat beside of all his hard-earned opulences, glimmering brighter than any of it.

You met Toji even before he started to pursue boxing, you were his first. His beloved, The one that softened his brute and hardened heart. You remembered, no, you reminisced the times.

There you sat in the golden hour, sunset bleeds, seeping through the window as the curtain danced in the breeze, you pondered as you gently glided your pen on the paper. He stared at your form for hours, you felt it, the burning holes on your back, even when the teachers are calling for him he wouldn't budge, he bugged you, the large pad of his palm pats your head tenderly, will tease you, he shares his lunch with you even when he's not that blessed financially, Toji noticed that you don't eat so he reminds you so, You were top of the class afterall, you kept studying until the sun is down, Someone that was definitely not on his level, You were classmates, high-school sweetheart if you may.

Toji's definitely not the one to start a fight.. well not until you came into his life. Not only that you were top of the class, you also get people to cling on you, and he didn't like it, not one bit.

Though he does understand why people would cling on you, you were smart, pretty, and handsome, that's literally it, what's there to not like? Though one thing that he didn't like about you is that you're too kind.

You let people touch the places that he caressed, you let people touch the every fiber of you ever so carelessly. Toji felt his stomach churned as his jaw locked, teeth gritting at the sight.

His patience finally ran out, he felt something inside of him ignited when he saw you, cornered at the corridor with some lousy student who reeked cigarettes and failed hook-ups, you look uncomfortable and scared, pressing your textbooks in your chest, avoiding eye contact, pushing the man away as the he forced his way to kiss you as he slithered his hands on the small of your back.

Then it collided.

A clean punch, straight to the face.

The man flew to the ground with a thud, he was knocked-out.

OH MY GOD, HE KILLED HI—

You screamed internally as your mouth agape in shock, dropping your textbooks on the ground, eyes widening when you saw Toji clasps your wrist gently, telling you to follow him.

“ Calm down, pretty. He's not dead. ”

You heard his voice, deep and gravelly, you listened. You then noticed the texture of his hand gripping your wrist, it was large, the pad of his palm were rough, you also felt the line of his scars, yet they were warm and clean.

Toji led you to a place, part of the campus that you've never been to, It was quite hidden after all. It was full of wild flowers and grasses, trees standing tall, shielding the grassy pasture from the sunlight, the atmosphere were calming, as the cold wind greeted you.

“ How did you know of this place..? ”

You asked in wonder, as you saw Toji already sat down, leaning his back beneath a tree, patting to the ground beside him for you to sit.

“ Let's just say that I like to explore. ”

“ And go skip classes? How adventurous. ”

“ Wow. I just saved you and this is what you're going to pay me back? ”

You giggled at the dry sentiment, eyes crinkled into a crescent like shape, blinking only see Toji's gaze upon you, you breath hitched as you stayed silent.

Toji liked you, whether you believe it or not, he was smitten even. But the question is how? Yes your overwhelming good qualities is there but there's just something about you that he couldn't get enough. He never found it on anyone else he ever encountered.

Toji remembered the day he met you. He was utterly miserable and battered with gashes and bruises, his hair was a storm from the brutal training he experienced, he sat down on a swing at some random playground and there was you, who offered him some water and a towel with your name initials sewed, wafting the fabric conditioner and a light conversation, treated him like a human in need, the way your eyes held such gentle gaze, your fingers treading to his entangled inky black strands, Toji never felt so safe from someone who's your size.

He bit his lip, as he tasted the metallic taste of blood from his freshly opened scar on his lip. His family was quite famous when it comes to sports and enterprises, The reign of prodigies, The Zenin family, but he rebelled against them, he gained freedom, though under one condition, he'd pursue boxing and win championships.

You noticed the forming scar on his lips, it bled out, abruptly standing up to buy some medicine or antiseptic cream some of sorts only to feel a warm yet rough palm grasping your frigid arm from the temperature, looking down to see Toji's gunmetal irises, almost in a pleading way, pleading you to not leave him alone.

“ Stay. ”

The arena roared like thunder, while the broadcasters gossiped, and joked through the mic, echoing throughout the stadium, sharing their insights about the possible outcome of the fight.

The fans shouted his name, chanting it like some prayer, they cheered for him like he already won, he saw signs and a tons flirtatious messages and innuendos.

It is not a surprise that Toji has down bad fans and a few stalkers in the span of his boxing career, he's big, broad shoulders that can easily tower over someone, slender waist, rippling mounds of muscles across his arms and thighs down to his strong legs.

To be honest, Toji never really cared about some obsessive fans and stalkers bothering him, because in reality, they wouldn't even try to get close, because they can't, Toji is already capable of handling himself to some minor inconveniences and danger of the disrespectful fans, Yes they could post some of his thirst traps online for clout or something, they don't matter to him, they could dwell on his past for all he care, make insane headlines about him but one thing that the publicity could never touch is his lover, you.

Toji's refined and smooth skin glistened beneath the gleaming lights, his sweat dripping down his chin down to his chest, his dark strands sticking in to his forehead, sharp eyes, his pinkish, plump lips forming a thin line as his scar parted, smirking from the sight of his opponent, as he pounded his gloved fist together— bouncing off his feet, to warm up.

Whenever he was in a match, he would think of you, waiting for him at the backstage, sitting prettily as you watch him through the big screen, wearing his olympic jacket draping over your small figure, so when he wins, he would hang his gold medal adorning your neck as it shines.

He snapped out of his trance when heard his coach yell at him, signaling him and giving him instructions, Toji merely hummed as his adjusted his black mouth guard and head guard in place, answering his coach, muffled.

“ Do you hear me, Fushiguro? ”

“ Loun n’ clear, boss. ”

You shuffled at Toji's temporary quarters, fixing and tidying up his mess as you guys will go home together, stuffing his clothes and other necessities in his duffel bag, you hummed, hearing your lover's PR team scramble on their feet as the fight finally starts, leaving you alone, you were contemplating if you're going to the manager's office, there hanged the enormous screen to watch.

After you finished tidying up, you went to your own bag, prada. It was gifted by Toji on Valentine's Day, reaching inside to get your so called essentials, mask, sunglasses and a cap, to cover your image, unlike Toji, you would actually like to entertain fans though he never lets you, he never did, though you understand why.

You went your way to the manager's office room, the air conditioning hits your face gently, sitting down at some chair.

The match finally started as you sat down.

You watched Toji swung his fist with accuracy and impact, as it collided to his opponent's cheek, tilting his head guard to the side, you winced.

“ Yikes—! That will sent me to coma, immediately. . .”

After a few rounds, the tension is getting too high, hot even. Everything's on the flow until the bastard opponent purposely spat on Toji's foot, just to anger him, spoiling his mood, only for Toji to land a final blow on him that took a tooth from him in the process, knocking him out, he must've seen stars.

You barely contained yourself from laughing, remember.. you need to stay behaved, you watched through the screen as the referee finally took Toji's bulging arms up, declaring his victory, you squealed from your seat in glee.

You stood up from your seat, turning off the television, making your way out only to bump into someone.

“ Are you Toji Fushiguro's manager, can I please get his autograph? Is he here?! ”

Your eyes widened at the sight, you scanned his appearance, he was tall, his body was quite toned as well, greyish hair, tanned, lime eyes, he was wearing a backstage pass, though he might've got it wrong, it was a fan, you never met a fan before. Wait, why is he here..?

“ Oh.. I think you've mistaken me for someone else, though Toji isn't here yet, this is the manager room as you can see, kindly get out please. ”

You politely dismissed the fan, only for him to clasp your hand together, you gasp.

“ Uhm, Sir.. I think this is not a great ide— ”

“ Would you please accompany me to the backstage? ”

This. . .This man is really stubborn and quite irritating.

You internally thought, as you retreat one of you arm from his grip, you gave him the look.

“ Fine, follow me. ”

“ Woah, you're really kind...”

“ Quiet. ”

You led him to backstage room, only to found the PR team already tidying up the place, some of the staff greeted you.

“ This is the backstage, you may sit right over there.. ”

You pointed at the chair beside the coffee table, only to feel a hand patting your head rather harshly, messing your hair in the process, with one hand pinching your cheek even with the mask on.

“ You're really kind y'know that, though what's your name and why are you wearing a mask, are you sick? You're quite cute too. ”

Once again your eyes widened as you mouth agape, as the staff froze on what they're doing and tried to warn the man as if he was asking for his early death (he is).

You tried to tell him to stop but your words only go into his ear and comes out to the other side, you also tried smack his hands away, the staff also tried to help, but it was too late, you felt it from a mile away.

He's here.

And he saw it, the way that the man is holding you.

Oh you fucked up.

Your legs feel like jelly, they're shaking as you take it, your chest heaved, whimpering as you drooled into his broad chest,

“ What'd I tell ya about meeting my fans, hmm. . .? You dumb boy. ”

His words slurred into your head as you felt his long and think fingers, pump in and out of you covered in slick, his other hand smacked the globe of your ass, watching it jiggled in friction as you let out a wonton moan.

“ Fuuck— look at you, clenching your cute little cunt on my fingers. ”

You merely buried your face into his neck, arms scratching his back, the cold surface of the gold medal pressed up against his broad chest, it was hanging on your neck, muffled whimpers was heard, feeling his long fingers curling inside your gummy walls.

“ Nghh— m'sorry. . . won't do it again! ”

You lift your head to apologize, tears filling your eyes, only to choke on your own saliva, you felt his fingers protruding and bullying your prostate dead on, rubbing against your walls, as you writhed and shake uncontrollably.

“ NGHH— ”

Toji pushed his thick fingers in and out of your creamy hole, slick dripping and coating the globe your ass, making obscene sounds, slippery and wet delicious noises, your thighs throbbed.

“ Such a greedy slut, aren't you, doll? ”

You bucked your hips, grinding down into his fingers, straddling his strong arm, locked, you felt Toji's hands gripping your legs together, lifting it up to your head, pulling his fingers out of your tight fucking hole, dipping his head down to suck your creamy hole, his slick tongue licking the stripe of your ass, slipping his long tongue in your warm walls, frothy spit dribbling down his chin down to his neck, glistening, your felt his plump lips ghosting just righton top of your tight ring, his scar, feeling heat in your tummy.

Toji pushed apart your legs, going for your lips, kissing you sloppily, you tasted the slick, feeling his large hand slithering in your neck choking you in the process, you whimpered.

“ I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only thing that your mouth will babble is my fat fucking cock. ”

His gravelly voice ranged through the heavy tension, the smell of sex reeked on the air, his pearly whites peaking, a quirk of his lips, smirking as he looked down at your form, his glimmering gunmetal irises stared sharply, helplessly.

You can't stop twitching and moaning uncontrollably, you bit your lips, almost bleeding out, pretty little tears rolling down your cheeks, as your eyebrows knitted together.

“ P-please you're too— deeeep. . .”

Toji held your wrist together, upwards, his other arm held down your hips, your weight dipping down into the mattress, he merely dismissed your complaints, angling his hips, hitting the bundle of nerves, his thick, veiny cock abusing your prostate, the creamy and bubbly loads of his cum made an obscene white ring on your rim, dripping down the globe of your ass.

“ Shut up and take it— you dumb boy. ”

You drool into your pillow, like some cheap whore, you yearn— no, chase for it, the coiling heat inside of your tummy, your consciousness almost blearing out from the sheer impact of Toji's thrust.

His thrust was brutal and passionate, he fucks it deeper inside, Toji watched his cock go in and out of your tight cunt, the creamy and frothy cum coating his shaft, deliciously.

Toji groaned, almost whimpering when he felt you clenched around his dick.

“ Are you trying to snap my dick in half, Doll? ”

Toji then gathered your legs together, your thighs collided, lifting your legs over your head, gripping it tightly, he sloooowly— pulled out his cock, the thick and veiny shaft, almost pulsing.

He then slip it back in a heartbeat almost knocking out the air out of you, you felt so full, so filled, you let out a silent scream.

“ Sooo big— too muchhh nghh. . .”

You babbled, trembling, knees weak, you felt him in your tummy, Toji noticed, as he pressed down the forming bulge below your bellybutton, rubbing it, you moaned and whimpered loudly, you tried to remove his palm, your tongue lolling out like a slut.

“ Look honey, Daddy's sooo— deep inside of your boy pussy. . .”

Toji's brutal thrust was consistent, the bed kept creaking, hitting the headboard on rhythm, he trained for endurance, plenty of stamina, he wasn't close to done, even after multiple orgasms, he could go for days— weeks, even.

Plap, Plap, Plap!

But you can't, you weren't built for it, but he was willing to shape your body, he will train you to take his dick, to take his heavy loads, he wanted to breed you until you're so full of his creamy cum, his seed, he wanted to see his hole full of hot cum, dripping down your ass, plugging it back in with his fingers.

Your stomach was covered in cum and slick, your cock ached from so much cumming, your chest heaved, your body was covered in sweat, the bed was also covered in slick, sweat and cum that dripped out of you.

Toji then glided his fingers, combing his hair into a slick back, few of his inky dark strands sticked onto his forehead, huffing gently, he then slipped his strong arms on your back, lifting you, as your head lulled down into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him for support, straddling his waist with your legs.

Toji immediately got the memo, securing your form against his warm body, he leaned in to kiss the crown of your head softly.

“ Doing so good for me, aren't you my angel? ”

You melted, burying your head deeply into his neck, your arms slithering around his neck, lifting your head to kiss his jaw, tenderly, in return.

Toji's eyes widened, as it softened, grinning softly, kissing the tip of your nose down to your swollen lips.

“ Two can play that game. . . ”

His rough voice ranged throughout your ears, you felt his steady heartbeat with yours, your smooth and soft tummy against his toned stomach.

He then walked his way into the bathroom, there sat a pristine bathtub, the shower was surrounded with glass, the light, almost dimmed, illuminated with serenity, Toji sat you down on the stool, as he prepared the bathtub, turning on the warm water combined with cold.

Your legs were still wobbly, the aching feeling in your back was still lingering, you almost winced.

Toji lifted you once again, dipping his foot first to test the water's temperature, now dipping his whole body in with you in his arms, the water sloshing and engulfing your tired body, his strong thick thighs down to his legs surrounding your sides, you leaned onto his chest.

Toji grabbed the bottle of shampoo, pouring it into his palm, lavender.

He glided the liquid into your scalp, meticulous fingers entangling the knots of your hair, he also got your favorite body wash, gliding it over your supple skin, the foamy and bubbly soap, glistening all over your body, you massaged your neck, shoulders, arms, down to your back, and stomach, grabbing the shower head and rinsing you.

After a while, you decided.

“ Baby, can I wash you as well. . ? ”

You timidly asked your lover, playing with the water beneath you.

Toji's eyes widened, as he grinned, his hand slithering up to your jaw, tilting it to face him, he kissed your jaw to your lips, his tender gaze drowning you, sweetly.

“ Aren't you a sweetheart? ”

Your eyes softened at his gesture, you made your way, facing him, you knelt down, it was wobbly, you tried to grip onto the sides of the tub for balance, you almost slipped, yelping until you felt warm hands kneading and pressing up to your hips.

“ Careful now, wouldn't want you to drown and hit your head, angel. ”

“ Shut it. . .”

His rough and gravelly voice was heard, you blushed profusely, you took the bottle of shampoo, gliding it to his scalp, pulling his dark hair into a slick back, you stole a sweet kiss on his forehead, you also used your favorite body wash, gliding it over his refined arms, and his toned body, his scars, you felt his gunmetal irises stared at you, he's gorgeous.

Toji merely stared at your form, taking good care of him, the tender touches, the way you kissed his forehead, tracing his scars that he once hated, you loved them, and he learned to love it as well, he felt the coiling heat on his stomach, he didn't flinch, when he felt your fingertips ghosted above his tip, he felt blood rushed to his cock, fuck.

Once you were done, you leaned onto his broad chest, until you felt it.

He was still hard.

“ You think we're done yet? Nuh uh. . . ”

Your eyes widened, looking beneath the water, only to see the crown of his bulbous tip poking between your thighs.

Toji then slipped his hands to caress your stomach down to your neglected cock, his other hand fingering your creamy and warm cunt, you mewled into your palm.

He lined himself up, guiding his cock to your entrance. Thick, hard, veined— he thrusted upwards, hitting your sweet spot, you drooled, pushing it deeper.

He knelt down in the tub, standing up, lifting you up, with your knees up to your head, folding you in half, as he lined up his shaft to your slick hole, thrusting inside, hitting your prostate, you moaned and whimpered profusely, your toes curled.

He fucked you in long, steady strokes, pushing deep with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch, every vein of his dick. The girth of him inside you was torment, your cock spurt out thin sheen of cum. head tipped back, neck full of fresh bruises, mouth drooling, his shaft was coated in creamy cum from the previous loads of cum he fucked into you earlier, it dripped out, making wet squelching noises when he thrusted in and out, he filled you to the brim just like a creampie.

“ Fuuuck— you're so fucking tight. ”

Toji cursed, buried himself deep, and came inside you—hot, thick spurts of his creamy load that made your thighs spasmed.

“ No matter how many times I fucked this pussy, it's still so fucking tight. ”

He pulled out only to thrust back in with a deep, filthy squelch, and you moaned—a raw, high-pitched moan that echoed in the room, he gripped your thighs tighter, he pushed you down to his shaft pushing the cum deeper, fast, you saw the tip of his cock bulging in your tummy.

“ NGHH— s-slow down. . ! ”

You whine. He grabs your hips and slams in again, fucking you with the weight of his cock, his heat, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“Fuuuck— fuck— take it— ”

He snarls, his rough and gravelly voice gets you intoxicated, you're too cock-drunk to even comprehend, slamming in and staying there as his cock throbs. And pulses, his every vein dragging along your velvety walls, he painted it white.

Toji’s voice is low, his breath hot against your ear, and his cock is buried deep inside you, pulsing with each heavy and fast grind of his hips, clinging to him as he starts to thrust, brutal and deep, it hits your prostate, making your cock spurt out loads of smooth cum dripping down your shaft, you moaned loudly, the remaining energy in your body leaving.

You passed out after you came, consciousness leaving your system, you felt your ears ringing, and Toji's inaudible voice.

You woke up, in your room, it was dimmed, dark curtains surrounded the glass windows, the coldness of the room hits your body, your hair and body was warm and dry, except your hole.

Your bleary sight is finally vivid, your eyes widened, you saw Toji still thrusting inside of you, you whimpered when your mind finally functions.

“ Well look who's finally awake. . . ”

He kissed your lips, with your mouth open, almost in instinct, slipping his warm pink tongue inside, he grips your thighs, pushing them up, folding you until you’re fully exposed under him. His cock hits that spot that makes you gurgle in the process, choking in your saliva, your hole feels so raw.

“ Did you sleep well, angel? You passed out. ”

“ Ngh— how long was I asleep. . ? ”

You barely nodded as you asked, your voice was hoarse and gravelly, with your swollen lips and eyes.

“ Almost for five hours. . .”

Your mouth agape, your eyes widened in fraction, you gripped onto his biceps.

“ Baby, what about your training. . ! Mr. Shiu w-would be so livid! ”

Toji merely dismissed you, thrusting his cock in and out of you, the cum is overflowing from the amount of loads that he dumped inside of your boycunt, he pressed down the bulge in your tummy, his canines peaking once again.

“ Training can wait, angel, I'm not done breeding you yet. . . ”

He starts thrusting harder, faster. His heavy balls still filled with his seed, he's so pent up from the days that he didn't get to fuck you because of those stupid trainings, from the times that he'd get so horny, wet dreams about you bouncing up and down his dick with his cum dripping down his shaft from your sopping wet cunt, his balls slap your ass with every thrust, creamy squelches, looong deliberate thrust dragged along your hole, like some cheap fleshlight, his personal cum dump.

Plap, Plap, Plap!

You can only moan and whimper as you take it all, you felt something vibrate on the bed, it was Toji's phone with an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, Toji noticed as he smirked,he accepted the call and put it on speaker, you stared curiously at him, he stared at you with his phone on his ear, you heard a quite familiar voice, annoying even.

“ Hello, Mr. Fushiguro? Again I apologize for what happened yesterday, It wasn't my intention to discover your lover, and harass him at that, your management told me to apologize to you and your lover, I signed the contract that I wouldn't reveal these events on the public eye, may I please apologize to him, If I may. . ? ”

“ Why of course? here he is. . . ”

Your eyes widened as you finally get what he was planning, you frowned at him, Toji merely smiled at you, mocking you, you flushed when he put the phone beside your ear, your hands weren't exactly available right now as it was restrained by his vice grip.

“ Ah, hello, I would like to apologize to you as well, as I said, it wasn't my intention to harass you, I was just so excited to see Mr. Fushiguro, and I didn't know that he has a lover, you were quite a beauty, I can see why he's so protective of you. . . ”

Toji gritted his teeth and jaw, he felt something inside of him, possessiveness and jealousy, his eyebrows knitted in irritation, that made him thrust upward inside of you, deep and hard, you tried to muffle your noises as you bit your lips, he gripped your hips down with his other hand onto the mattress, but you still tried to answer.

“ Y-yes. . . It's a-all good now— mhnghh— ”

“You like this. You like being used and stuffed full to the brim while that bastard hears us, don’t you? What a whore. . . ”

Toji leaned in to your other ear, he whispered with his hot breath fanning in the surface of your ear, every time his hips slam into yours, you feel the slap of his skin, the obscene slick of his cock grinding inside you, you really tried to muffle your moans but the heavy and squelching noises says it anyways.

“ O-oh, Is that so? I'm glad then. . . Though are you alright? you seem to be distracted. ”

“ No worries, I-i just pulled a muscle—! ”

He pressed his hips flush to yours, his cock still twitching inside your soaked hole, he then grabbed the phone back to him.

“ Alright, that's enough. bye, sayonara or whatever. ”

“ Ah— Goodbye— ”

Turning off the phone and tossed it on the side, he stared down at you, watching his thick shaft still piercing you for almost a day now.

“ Haaaah. . .ngh—Tojiiiii—”

He thrust in, hard, You jolted, a delicious moan spilling from your lips as he grinds his hips deeper, refusing to pull out, you’re shifted on your back, legs trembling while you're folded in half, gripping the sheets, while his cock pulses deep inside you—raw, hot, wet and creamy.

“ Such a good boy you are. ”

He breathes, and panted, his voice rough and almost hoarse, while he caressed your hips tenderly.

“ Took me so well and letting me fuck you dumb and fill you up just like you deserve. . .”

You merely nodded profusely, accepting your fate, because you're so sure that he wasn't done yet.

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[qinzyuu]

[🤍] helloo!! I saw that your request is open and I was wondering if you can write phainon x M!reader the reader is someone who has poker face most of the time and aren't really interested in anything sexual but are somewhat a REALLY good kisser, so imagine their first time when phainon initiate the act they just when "oh you want sex? Oh sure" feeling confident not knowing how sensitve and good they feel they'll be crying the moment phainon put it in

Im being delusional but I can't get it off my head 😔

OH, YOU WANT S☆X

★ tws : nsfw / smut, male!reader, first time, slight oversimulation, size kink ( mild & implied ), sub!male!reader, praise, dirty talk, aftercare, light marking ( hickeys) and missinoary position.

★ sum : Phainon finally gets you in bed after dancing around the tension for ages. You’re calm, cool, and unbothered—until he actually puts it in and suddenly you’re shaking, crying, and realizing you’ve made a huge mistake underestimating how good it would feel. And Phainon? He lives for watching your mask fall apart. minors do not interact : 18+ only.

★ note : not proofread, sorry or not. (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

It started with a kiss.

Not your usual practiced ones—the calm, controlled touches that drove Phainon insane because you always pulled away with the same blank look, like nothing ever touched you. No. This kiss was different.

Your mouth opened wider. Slower. Hungrier. Like something in you was cracking open.

Phainon tasted that weakness. He tasted your inexperience under the arrogance. And he devoured it.

“Still sure you’re ready?” he murmured as he pressed you into the mattress, golden eyes narrowed, voice dipped low with amusement.

You nodded once, calm. “Yeah. You want sex, right? Let’s get it over with.”

Phainon blinked slowly. Then he grinned.

“Oh, sweetheart. That’s adorable.”

His hands slid down your bare thighs—slow, reverent—and spread them open. He’d already prepped you, made sure you were wet and relaxed, even though you claimed you didn’t need it. “Doesn’t matter,” he’d said, pressing a slick finger in while watching you pretend not to react. “I want to be gentle the first time I ruin you.”

And now—

He lined himself up, guiding his cock to your entrance. Thick, flushed, veined—he was long and hard and hot, and you hadn’t even looked at it until now.

“Wait—”

He caught it—your first break in tone.

“What?” he asked softly, lips brushing your jaw.

You inhaled through your nose, trying to keep still. “Nothing. Just… surprised.”

Phainon kissed your cheek. “I’ll go slow. Don’t worry, darling.”

And then he pushed in.

The first inch had you gasping.

By the second, your hands had curled into the sheets.

By the time he bottomed out—deep and thick inside you, his hips flush against yours—you weren’t breathing.

You blinked once. Then twice.

“…F-fuck—”

Phainon looked down, mouth slightly open at the sight of you: sprawled out beneath him, chest rising and falling too fast, your eyes flickering with something between shock and disbelief.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice velvet-smooth.

You gave a slow nod—but your throat worked as you swallowed hard.

“…I didn’t know it would feel this…” You trailed off, breathless. “…This intense.”

Phainon laughed, soft and dangerous. “You really thought you’d be unaffected? After all that smug little talk?”

You didn’t answer. Your poker face was slipping, fast. And when he moved—just a tiny roll of his hips—you let out a strangled noise that made his cock twitch deep inside you.

“Ohhh, gods—” you choked, eyes fluttering shut.

Your body clenched around him tight, so tight he had to grit his teeth just to stop from finishing right there. You were so warm, so fucking soft inside, and the little trembles in your thighs were enough to drive him mad.

“You’re crying,” he said softly, brushing his thumb under your eye.

“I’m not,” you whispered, voice cracking as a tear slipped down your temple.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Phainon cooed, rocking into you again, slower this time—deeper. “You are. You’re crying on my cock.”

You made a broken sound, high and raw in your throat, and clung to him.

“Please—please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth. “You can take all of it. You’re doing so good. So perfect for me.”

He fucked you in long, steady strokes, pushing deep with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch. The drag of him inside you was slow torture, your cock already leaking onto your stomach from the sheer pressure. You were panting now—head tipped back, neck exposed, mouth open and wrecked.

And Phainon watched you fall apart.

Every second of it.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice dark with desire. “All those emotions you hide—you look fucking gorgeous when you fall apart.”

You whimpered.

“You want to come?” he asked.

You nodded desperately, trying to speak but failing. All that calm was gone. All that chill, that control—it melted into raw desperation, your body trembling as you clawed at his back.

He leaned down, kissed your throat, sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, fucking into you just right, hitting that spot with precision. “I want to feel you lose it.”

You cried out.

Your body tightened, eyes squeezing shut as you came—hot and messy between your bodies, untouched. You moaned so loud it echoed, and Phainon felt it. Felt your walls clench around him like a vice, dragging him toward his own orgasm.

He cursed, buried himself deep, and came inside you—hot, thick spurts that made your whole body shudder.

You were shaking.

Still crying a little. Not from pain. Just the sheer overwhelmingness of it all.

Phainon kissed you slowly, again and again, murmuring sweet nonsense as he wiped your face and stroked your hair.

“…Don’t tell anyone,” you croaked, voice wrecked and hoarse. “That I cried.”

He smiled against your cheek. “No one’ll hear it from me.”

A pause.

“…Unless they ask,” he added, smug.

You groaned into his chest.

He held you tighter. “You’re mine now.”

Your legs were shaking.

Your stomach, sticky with cum, rose and fell too fast. You were still clenching around him. Still fluttering, twitching, helpless—while Phainon stayed deep inside you, not moving, just watching.

Your eyes were glassy. Your cheeks flushed. There were faint hickeys blooming across your collarbone—his teeth had left them, somewhere between your first sob and your second orgasm.

You looked wrecked.

Beautifully so.

“…You’re still hard,” you said hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper.

Phainon leaned down, kissed your lips, slow and wet. “So are you.”

You shivered under him. “I can’t…”

“You can.” He smiled against your jaw. “I’m not done with you yet, pretty boy.”

You tried to sit up, but he grabbed your thighs and pushed them higher, folding you in half.

“Wait—!”

Too late.

He pulled out only to thrust back in with a deep, filthy squelch, and you screamed—a raw, high-pitched sound that echoed in the room.

“Sensitive,” he purred, hips grinding into yours. “You’re still clenching like you don’t want me to leave.”

You covered your face with your arm, too flustered to look at him. “F-fuck you.”

“Oh, baby,” Phainon said, dragging his cock out so slowly that you felt every inch stretch and press against your sensitive walls. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

He started to move again, deeper this time. More intense.

His pace wasn’t brutal—but it was calculated. Every thrust angled perfectly to hit your prostate, to make you squirm, to make your poker-face collapse again and again with every wet slap of skin against skin.

You gasped with every stroke, your moans growing louder, messier, needier.

Your legs were trembling in his grip. Your cock twitched between your bodies again—already hardening from the overstimulation.

“See that?” Phainon whispered, licking a stripe along your jaw. “Didn’t even need to touch you. You’re dripping. You love being ruined.”

You whimpered, biting your lip.

He leaned closer, his golden eyes burning into yours. “Say it.”

“…Ngh—”

“Say it. Tell me you love this. Tell me you love how I make you cry.”

You tried to speak, but the moment he fucked into you harder, you broke.

“I—I l-love it,” you gasped, fingers digging into his back. “Feels s-so good—I can’t—I can’t take it—”

“Yes, you can,” he groaned, ramming into you harder now, chasing your next orgasm. “Take it like you were made for this.”

You were delirious—cockdrunk—panting, sweating, your mouth hanging open as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. Phainon’s name fell from your lips like prayer and curse, over and over between cries and moans.

You came again—violently, your entire body spasming as thick ropes of cum spilled untouched from your twitching cock, staining both your stomach and his chest.

You were sobbing now, face buried in his neck, gasping for air. Your hole pulsed wildly around him, squeezing him so tight he had to bite his lip to keep from losing it instantly.

But he didn’t stop.

He slowed down—yes.

But he didn’t stop.

“I want it all,” he whispered, stroking your hair with one hand while the other stayed firm on your waist, fucking you through your aftershocks. “I want every moan. Every cry. You’ll remember this every time you sit down tomorrow.”

You let out a broken whine. “Y-you’re insane…”

He smirked, kissing your temple. “And you’re beautiful when you’re ruined.”

It wasn’t long before he came again, burying himself as deep as he could, groaning low and animalistic against your throat. You felt the hot gush of it inside—another load, thick and warm, filling you until you swore you’d overflow.

You were panting. Your thighs trembled. Your eyes refused to stay open. Phainon pulled out gently, stroking your thighs and kissing your hips as he went. You winced at the emptiness, your body twitching at the loss.

He cooed softly, “Shh, I’ve got you.”

He cleaned you up with gentle hands—warm cloth, slow swipes, featherlight kisses between each. You barely registered it, still dazed, sniffling softly from the tears you swore weren’t there.

He pulled you into his chest afterward, laying on his side, one hand running up and down your back in slow, soothing circles.

“…You okay?” he murmured into your hair.

You nodded. Then paused. “I think you broke my soul.”

He laughed. Loud, unfiltered. “You’re dramatic.” You glared weakly at him. “You made me cry.”

“You said you didn’t cry,” he teased, kissing your nose. “Turns out, I’m the exception.”

You buried your face in his chest. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Never.” A pause. “Unless they ask.”

“…I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You didn’t.

And with Phainon’s arms wrapped around you and your body still trembling from bliss, you closed your eyes—finally letting yourself feel it all.

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[qinzyuu]

you guys really had to make me take matters into my own hands LMAO 💔💔😞

[qinzyuu]

"What a surprise.."

Wriothesley x (very feminine looking) m! reader

Summary : Wriothesley develops strong romantic feelings for reader, all while not being aware of their sexual orientation.

Warnings : fluff, probably ooc. (Dummy wrio:P)

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• Wriothesley personally didn't think or didn't put much thought into romance. He didn't personally 'hate' nor 'dislike' the thought of being in a committed romantic relationship. Of course, he's found some people attractive and appealing, once or a few times. Just not enough to develop intimate feelings for them.

• Though it was until you were introduced to him personally. You were supposedly requested to work with the 'Duke of the fortress of meropide'. Assigned specifically by Monsieur neuvilette.

• During your first meeting, you both exchange polite greetings. Wriothesley did have to admit he found your delicately carved features appealing. Though, he wasn't the type to "fall in love at first sight". Sure, appearances are intruiging, though he thought they were also a bit.. deceiving. Not that he was accusing you of being a bad person whatsoever-- no. To simply put it, he admired your gentle, doll-like appearance.

• Now, overtime. Getting to know each other a bit more. He found himself spiraling, carefully falling for you. He felt, comfort; warmth in your presence. Something he didn't expect from someone. Your gentle, sweet demeanor. Appealing characteristics. Sure, it sounds cheesy but, your presence truly brightens his day.

• It didn't necessarily take a while for him to notice his developing feelings, gradually changing from time. He was self-aware. Yet, he didn't actually expect to develop such a romantic perspective of you as a person.

• It didn't take long for sigewinne to notice the gradient difference between how wriothesley was with you. Wriothesley wasn't unfriendly, though he was a guarded person. When sigewinne realized wriothesley ongoing romantic feelings for [name], she deeply encouraged him, leading him to confession.

• Though wriothesley was slightly hesitant about this, ever since being paired up, you've grown pretty close. From co-workers, to acquaintances, to simply just.. Friends. He truly adored and appreciated having you around. although, he thought work value and ethic might grow insufficient if he threw himself into a relationship. Secondly, he didn't want things to grow awkwardly and eventually apart. As stated earlier, he loved having your presence close. Initiating conversations and spending gradual time together when you're both free.

• After long anticipation, contemplation and encouragement from both sigewinne and neuvilette. He decided, it was better or nothing. Either way, if there was a chance, a risk. He'd probably take it. Besides, he didn't necessarily appreciate the romantic burden burrowed deeply into his chest. It was.. Truly starting to make it's way to him.

• He's even decided to travel back up to the surface to simply say this. He thought confessing that he felt he had romantic intentions towards you in his office wasn't the best way to approach romance.

• You two are together, privately. Chatting lightly near the shore. When wriothesley randomly goes silent, you turn to glance at him while he contemplates whether he should say what he wants to say or not. After 2 minutes of sitting in complete silence he eventually mutters out a reply. "Right, this really is a bit more.. Embarrassing than I thought. [name], I appreciate you as a friend and i don't want this to cause an awkward space between us, but-- I felt the need that it was time for me to say this. I like you, [name]. Really, I do." he glanced up to see your reaction. At first you were surprised by his sudden confession next, you found yourself fighting the urge to laugh. "Wriothesley-- I like you too. Really-- but.. I'm a male." You reply all whilst giggling uncontrollably. This was a supposed to be romantic scene, intimate situation turned into comedy when you blatantly admit that you were the same equal gender as his. The surprised look on his face had you choke back literal tears, trying not to burst out laughing as he attempts to form words in response. I mean, does this still technically mean you two are 'dating' now?

• after this incident, wriothesley found himself questioning his sexuality. Was he a homosexual for having a crush on a 'female' looking guy? I mean on the bright side he's dating the person he likes. It's just it turns out they were also a male.

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(I've been looking for a fic like this before I just decided to make it myself.. Idk if this is ooc. XD)

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Deal With It | Gojo Satoru x M!Reader (TEASER)

CW: Arranged marriage, SELF-HARM (on and off-screen), hurt/comfort, angst, drama, self-loathing, blood and gore, implied depression, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation #NSFW, probably top Gojo, probably bottom reader, maybe switch idk, idek if they'll bang it out tbh lol, angst with a happy ending, reader is a sorcerer, time skips, time progression, relationship development, student era into teacher era Note: I got this request to make a story revolving around Gojo and an arranged marriage to the reader (but bro is in love with Getou sob.gif), and I've been RUMINATING on it for forever. I think I finally have a good idea of who the reader is/what their chemistry is like with Gojo, so I'm happy to post a wee bit of a teaser to motivate myself! Let me know your thoughts---I'm finding that I absolutely love writing for Gojo, so I'm down to write more LOL. He's a very fun, complex character.

Deal With It

“So, you really don’t care what he thinks?” Shoko asked as you lit her cigarette. “Even I think he was kinda harsh.”

You pocketed your lighter and leaned back against the cold stone of the college walls. “He’s got a thing for that black-haired guy.”

“Getou.” 

“Sure.” You shrugged and tried to rub the ache out of your neck as you stared up at the bleak, grey skies. The air reeked of petrichor. Thankfully you’d brought an umbrella that day. 

“And you’re not bothered he’s in love with Getou?” Your friend continued, her cute bobbed haircut swaying with the tilt of her head. She always looked so charming like that, when she was being a mischievous brat while pretending to be anything but. 

“Dunno.” And that was the truth. “He’s not even my type. I’d rather hitch up with someone like you or Nanami. Someone less annoying. Less loud-mouthed.” 

“Ooh, that'll hurt his ego.” Shoko smiled. “Well, guess you'll have to learn to deal with it.”

You took a deep breath and rubbed your face as you nodded. “Yeah.”

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“Forever is a long time,” You mumbled, leaning your forehead against the cool touch of the window. Rain pittered and pattered, exploding off the glass like trillions of kamikaze planes. It almost birthed some sort of hurt in your chest. Best not to dwell on it, you decided.

“Hah? Are you talking to yourself again like a weirdo?” The one and only Gojo Satoru yowled before kicking you in the rear like a petulant child. “Pft! Figures. Knowing my luck, I would have to get married to a creeper.” 

“Even if you married Getou, you'd still be marrying a creep,” you grumbled, dusting the dirt off your behind. “You need something? Or did you harass me just for the fun of it.” 

You heard Gojo, your fiancé, scoff and shuffle behind you. “I just wanted to remind you to humble yourself! Just because I'm forced to marry you doesn't mean you're accomplished or cool or anything, got it?” 

Being in his presence had you craving a cigarette. “Yeah, got it.” 

“And Suguru's better than you,” he added, aloof voice bowing down beneath hardened, steeled words. “Don't forget that either.” 

You bit down on your cheek to ward away the heat building under your skin, the magma sinking deep into your eyesockets and threatening to pour down your esophagus. The taste of iron washed against your tongue, and you released your flesh from between your molars. Sometimes, you wanted to keep boring down on yourself to see how much you could really take, but a fear of the answer too often made you think twice. 

“This is starting to bore me,” you said, tilting your head as you caught a flicker of red in your rain-muddied reflection. You touched your fingers to your tongue and found translucent red coating the tips. 

“Pah. I was gonna say the same!” You watched his reflection turn away. “Good luck trying to impress me.” 

I'm not interested. You watched him walk away, slouching and with his hands in his pockets like he was emulating some kind of yankii character. He might have fit the bill, if he hadn't had such a ridiculous, brat side to him. Just deal with it. You wiped the red on your uniform with a sigh. Tomorrow's a new day.

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Neuvillette x Pyro Dragon!Male Reader Oneshot

Part 1 HERE

Title: As We Meet Once Again

Genre: Angst (Potentially Fluff?)

CW and Info: NOT PROOF-READ AS ALWAYS, OOC moments, Lovers turn strangers, not following plot

QUICK A/N: ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE I WROTE SO IM SORRY IF ITS HORRIBLE

Neuvillette thought that the Lantern Rite in Liyue was beautiful. He saw the festive decorations, families being together, and different Liyue traditions all while he was shopping (and getting scammed).

Walking with 10 boxes of tea through the city of Liyue, he took observations of Liyue. While admiring, he thought of M/N. Some decorations or gifts reminded Neuvillette of M/N or knew that M/N would've loved it.

Neuvillette knows that he should move on from M/N ever since their last encounter. Letting out a sigh, Neuvillette shouldn't be thinking about him right now as he should be enjoying this day.

He will enjoy this day.

Neuvillette knew that he had gotten lost. He was supposed to meet with Furina and the others to go back to Fontaine but he doesn't see them and the area he is in doesn't make sense as there was no transportation even remotely near.

Neuvillette began to walk around to spot any of them or even Hu Tao since Furina and her were chatting a bit.

While his mind was occupied by trying to find anyone, he accidentally bumped into someone which cause the two to tumble a bit.

"Ah—my apologies." Neuvillette quickly said as he almost dropped the boxes of tea, not taking a peek at the person.

"It's alright, Monsieur Neuvillette."

Neuvillette perked up at the person's voice. It almost sounds like...no.

Neuvillette swiftly looks at the person and there was M/N, standing in front of him with that stupid cute smile of his.

"It was really my fault. Should've watched where I was going." M/N scratches the back of his neck with a soft laugh.

Nevulliette was beyond shocked. He never thought that he would see M/N again after that day. Words were caught in his throat as he had lots of things to say, his chest felt heavier yet happy to see M/N again.

M/N took note of Neuvillette's reaction.

"Uhm..Do you need help with carrying those boxes?" M/N asks, trying to ease the tension a bit.

Neuvillette reluctantly looks away from M/N and at the boxes he was holding. This was a bad idea, right? He shouldn't indulge himself with M/N again after everything.. but maybe what if this was his last chance to talk to M/N again, he should take that chance.

Nodding hesitantly, Neuvillette agreed on M/N's help. M/N quickly acted as he grabbed 7 boxes for Neuvillette to carry less.

"Where are you heading to?" M/N asked, looking at the white hair man.

Neuvillette was stuck on his words as he doesn't know where he's heading. All he knew was he needed to go back on the boats.

"Uhm—the boats..." He spoke to M/N while not looking at M/N, his nerves getting the better of him as he cleared his throat. M/N took notice of this and realized that Neuvillette was lost.

"I'll lead the way, Monsieur Neuvillette. Just follow me, alright?" M/N said, taking his eyes off Neuvillette as he began walking.

Neuvillette started following him, watching M/N work his way through the crowd. Neuvillette wanted to talk to M/N, to ask him why he left Neuvillette, and why is he talking to him now? His heart felt heavy as his mind was just filled with unanswered questions.

Speeding up to walk beside M/N, Neuvillette tried to talk but he couldn't. Nothing was coming out as he sneaked glances at the (H/C) hair man.

"M/N– Monsieur M/N.." Neuvillette started, getting the male's attention. "Hmm?" M/N hummed, hearing Neuvillette called his name.

Neuvillette couldn't find his words, thinking about what to ask first. Gripping on the tea boxes as he just blurted out a question.

"..Why? Why did you leave me on that day..?" Neuvillette stopped walking, making the other stop too. M/N looked at Neuvillette, his face softening at the question as Neuvillette's face was determined to find the answer.

Neuvillette replayed that day in his head, his heart pounding as he waited for a answer.

M/N sighed, thinking about that day.

"It's a lot to unpack and you are on a rush so I can tell you another time–"

"I want the answer now." Neuvillette cuts him off, not caring if he is late or if he gets left behind.

M/N was slightly taken aback but quickly composed himself. He looks around and happens to see a unused table near them. Looking at Neuvillette, he gestures with a tilt of his head to move there. Neuvillette follows M/N as they walked to the table.

Setting down the boxes of tea on the table, M/N looked at Neuvillette as Neuvillette quickly set down the other boxes.

Neuvillette looks at M/N, his arms crossing to show that he was not joking around. M/N slightly smiled at Neuvillette's action. He loved when Neuvillette did this as he thought it was adorable.

"Why I left, hmm?" M/N started, thinking back as he looked away. Neuvillette bit the inside of his cheek, wanting–no needing an answer.

"Natlan was.. in a middle of a war and I needed to fight in it." M/N started, looking back at Neuvillette.

M/N sighed. "There was no guarantee that I would live to see the end of it...and knowing that information, I immediately thought of you.."

Neuvillette slowly uncrossed his arms as his determined look started to break.

"I couldn't bare the thought of you absolutely destroyed if you knew that I died in the war. So, I thought of something which was to leave you.. I thought leaving you without no explanation would make you hate me and forget about me if I did died." M/N looked away, unable to look at Neuvillette as he spoke.

"I hated hurting you..So much.. I hate seeing you cry and even making you cry. I wanted to hold you and tell you about the war but I couldn't. I wanted you to move on if I died." M/N felt guilty, still not looking at Neuvillette as he finished.

Neuvillette listened till the end, his face held a heartbroken look and his heart aching. Neuvillette hesitantly walked close to M/N, his gloved hands going to M/N's face. His hands touching M/N's cheeks and gently guiding his face to look at him.

Once his purple eyes met the (E/C) colored eyes, his heart fluttered. It's been too long since he looked at M/N's eyes that he loves so much.

"You should've told me..I would have been fine..–"

"You wouldn't.. I know you too well, Neuvillette.." M/N's hands went on top of Neuvillette's gloved ones on his face.

Neuvillette took a breath when M/N's hands went on his. Taking in his touch he so dearly missed.

"..You still could've told me..when you left me, I didn't hate you.. My heart was completely broken, yes. But, I just couldn't bring myself to hate you.." Neuvillette spoke softly, not breaking eye contact.

M/N listened to Neuvillette, still feeling so guilty.

"..M/N, somehow..I still love you after all these centuries.." As Neuvillette said this, M/N felt his heart fluttered as his eyes widen. Neuvillette saw his eyes widening and felt regret. "I'm not sure if you still feel the same–"

"–I love you too." M/N cut him off, catching Neuvillette off guard. Neuvillette's heart started beating quickly as he processed what M/N said.

Neuvillette couldn't help but to smile. "Good.. that's good.."

M/N smiled back, taking in Neuvillette's beautiful features.

There was a much needed moment of silence as the two dragons just enjoy being back within each other's company.

"HEY, I FOUND HIM!" Furina's voice broke the silence as she yelled at the others of her discovery.

Taking their eyes off each other, they looked at Furina. Nevulliette's heart clutched as he needed to go and leave M/N. Looking back at M/N as his hands didn't leave M/N's cheeks, he didn't want to leave.

M/N looked at Neuvillette, his face clearly sadden. "It seems like you have to go." M/N spoke.

Neuvillette nods, reluctantly taking his gloved hands off of M/N which made M/N take his hands away too.

Neuvillette grabs all 10 of the boxes, starting to walk away from M/N before he stopped. Looking back at M/N, his eyes fixated on the man and he suddenly asked a question—or more of a statement.

"Come back with me." Neuvillette said, turning his full body to M/N.

"What?" M/N asked.

Neuvillette took a quick breath, repeating himself. "Come back to Fontaine with me.."

M/N scratched the back of his neck, thinking about what he just said.

"Please.." Neuvillette held a pleading look, hoping M/N would come with him. M/N looked at Neuvillette's face, his heart skipping a beat.

Finally, M/N nodded. "I'll go with you." M/N walked to Neuvillette. Neuvillette sighed in relief, smiling as M/N walked to him.

"Thank you." Neuvillette softly spoke.

M/N smiled. "Of course.."

THE END

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૮ • ﻌ - ა Smug and Rough ~ Wriothesley x Male Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Plot: His Grace has taken a liking to you - personally inviting you to his office gets thoughts rushing through your head (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

Featuring: Top!Wriothesley x Bottom!Reader

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

It was common knowledge around the Fortress that The Duke had his favourites; however, some people had noticed that you were placed at an even higher esteem by his grace than even the renowned Traveler and Paimon. Every single time that Wriothesley would walk into a room he would scan for you, and if your eyes met his, The Duke would ensure to greet you by name - something that other inhabitants of the Fortress had never experienced. Moments of small talk were frequent between you and the handsome man, along with being given small benefits, such as finishing your work day early, seemingly for no reason - however, unlike yourself, those around you quickly realised that rather than randomly being taken a liking to, The Duke was flirting with you instead...

You were shockingly oblivious to this, however, which is fair as why would THEE Duke flirt with some petty criminal? But c'mon, it was so evident that Wriothesley was pulling out all the tricks in the bag to try to woo you! Small talk with him was always full of compliments on your looks or work ethic being thrown your way, and the body language between you two was straight out of a romance book; the taller man placing a strong hand on your shoulder and giving you the sexiest smile ever while telling you 'Your hands are too soft n pretty to be workin' for so long, take the rest of the day of'. Eventually, you had noticed the handsome man's advances, but you chose to ignore them, justifying Wriothesley's actions by way of you being delusional after catching feelings for The charming Duke; and how couldn't you of caught those feelings, this man's the whole package! Not only is Wriothesley physically attractive (with his taller, broader figure, masculine, veiny hands, muscular body and smug, sexy attitude and whatnot) but this man is THEE DUKE! Wriothesley is a powerful man (and he sure acts it), he owns a prison and has all these people act like submissive bitches around him, he gets paid a hefty sum and has his own building - how could you not get the hots for him!?!? But you kept those feelings inside, following your better judgment to keep them for lonely moments late at night, inside your quarters and in the comfort of your own bed...

That was until you were called to his grace's office one night. Standing in front of his office door, you feel tiny; the massive door daunting as thoughts rush through your head about what this 'meeting' could be about, are you in deep shit?! KNOCK KNOCK. You didn't mean for it to be so loud, but judging from the muffled 'Come on in!' it didn't seem too loud on the receiving end. After pushing open the door, you make your way inside The Duke's office - noticing its size is smaller than how the outside of the building makes it seem - your eyes immediately look towards Wriothesley, who is sitting at his desk, writing on some paper. The striking man merely spares you a glance, however, once he computes that it's you inside his office, The Duke stands up from his desk right away and gives you a smile. "[Name]! Welcome to my humble office, I'm honoured" The Duke says with a wide smile as he walks around to the front of his desk and leans against it. "I should be the honoured one, Your Grace" you say with a small, nervous smile - not only is his social stature making you nervous, but his rolled sleeves showing off his muscles and scars, and his sharp-featured face is too. "Heh... I suppose so, you look rather nice tonight - as always" Wriothesley compliments, his words shooting you in the heart with Cupid's arrow, making your face feel hot. The Duke looked incredible tonight, the lighting of his office showing off every strand of his dark hair, his white streaks shining and accentuating his attractive hairstyle. The ravenette's masculine body was just barely on display for you, his rolled sleeves teasing you with His Grace's muscular arms, and his gloves having been removed for the night ensured that you could get an eyeful of Wriothesley's rough, veiny, and large hands; The Duke's body language was also incredibly attractive, his leaning figure and sexy smirk as you ramble about your day after being asked was making your brain short circuit, and damn his nonchalant and attractive voice was what really made the blood rush to your head(s)!

After talking for a little while, once the current conversation was coming to a close, you decided to fill the comfortable (yet nerve-racking) silence with the question that has been on your mind all day. "Pardon my abruptness, Your Grace, but may I ask why I've been called to your office tonight?" You ask, sounding very prim and proper as to feel somehow on The Duke's level "Surely you couldn't be that oblivious? With the way I look at you? And the special attention I give you? Haha" Wriothesley chuckles to himself, finding your innocence and oblivious nature cute and amusing. And after a moment of silence from you, within which you gave an even more endearing confused look to The Duke, he decided to clear things up for you. "Come here and I'll let you in on a secret, [Name]" Fuck, you liked to hear your name come out of his mouth; Wriothesley sure knows how to get you to listen, cause you were following him like a puppy. With Wriothesley back in his chair, you stood in front of him, his knees on either side of your legs as you look down expectantly at the handsome man, who looks up right back at you with a sexy smile and a glimmer in his eyes. "I have a crush on you~" Wriothesley says in a lowered voice, dragging out the 'you' to comedically sound like a schoolgirl confessing her love. "Hmph.. That's not funny, Your Grace-" you mumble, your heart panging from the idea of the man you kinda have a thing for making a joke about that. You tried to move away from The Duke, however his large, sexy hand on your waist and the other holding your hand as he looked up at you prevented you from doing so "Stop calling me that. You can save that for the bedroom if you'd like, I'm not one to judge, but call me Wriothesley, darling" Your mouth went slightly agape at his interruption, your heart-rate increasing at the mere idea of Wriothesley reciprocating your feelings. "And I'm not joking, I've waited for this moment since the day I first met you... properly at least hah" The Duke chuckles, a smile still on his face as he brings your body closer to his, his head now resting against your abdomen as he looks up at you - FUCK HE LOOKS SO HOT! "Well... then I suppose the feeling's mutual..." you say with a chuckle, your head turning away from The Duke's as a warm heat fills your face. A wide smile makes its way onto Wriothesley's face at your response, his heart racing at the idea of finally being able to be with you after a long time of yearning and quiet pining. "Then I assume we should confirm our relationship in one way or another, don't you, my darling?" Wriothesley says with a sexy grin on his face as he removes his head from your body and instead manoeuvres you to sit on his lap; manhandling you with absolute ease.

At least half an hour had gone by, that time having been spent with you on Wriothesley's lap; his strong arms wrapped around your waist, not only making sure you couldn't leave but also holding your chest against his with the perfect tightness. Your crotch slowly grinds against The Duke's as your sounds of pleasure are eaten up by Wriothesley, whose lips were sealed against yours, his tongue swirling around your own and exploring your warm mouth as you both eat up each other's moans, groans, and whimpers of pleasure; courtesy of your dry-humping. Your fingers threaded through the taller man's locks as you kept your arms around his neck for support, and more soft, breathy moans escaped your lips when Wriothesley unravelled his muscular arms from your waist and moved his huge hands to grip and play with your ass. To prevent literally suffocating, you pushed your hands against The Duke's (fucking huge) chest in order to break the kiss; a thick string of saliva keeping your now plumped lips from Wriothesley's - the look on your panting, blushed face turning the man on, and the horny, hungry, panting look on Wriothesley's face turning you on. "Ha... Ha... Wanna take this... Ha.... to my quarters?" The dishevelled man proposes, his hair ruined from your fingers and sticking to his sweaty forehead "Damn right, I do~" You manage to get out, your lungs still searing with a desperation for oxygen. With that, Wriothesley stood up from his chair, his hands still on your ass to hold you up; your arms darting back around his neck as your legs do the same to his slutty little waist. The muscular man made his way to a door in his office and kicked the door open, locking it behind him after putting you down; now the smaller office makes sense, this man has A WHOLE BEDROOM INSIDE OF IT!

You take the opportunity to look around his room while Wriothesley locks the door - the last thing the man wants is his assistant or Sigewinne walking in. It was a nice room, simple; a couple of decorations hung up on walls, a window with documents on the sill, a king-sized bed with fresh sheets, and two nightstands with some random items on them like a picture frame, a Kamera, and some books. Your brief observation of Wriothesley's room was quickly interrupted by the man himself, a brief mumble of the word 'nosy' escaping his lips as his arms envelop you once more and his lips return to their rightful place; on yours. You can feel your heart beat like crazy as blood rushes to all parts of your body, Wriothesley moving the two of you to his bed as he continually makes out with you; the two of you end up on his bed very quickly, with you laying on your back and Wriothesley hovering over you, still kissing you. The man above you hastily removes your clothing, kissing down your body with every article of clothing he takes off of you, leaving small marks to cover and claim your body as his. Eventually, you are left completely naked below The Duke, his gaze roaming your body as he hovers above you, simply admiring you - and once he's had his fill, Wriothesley sits up on his knees above you and strips his own body of clothing, practically giving you a little show as he removes his top first to reveal his KILLER body, and then removes all else to finally show off his monster of a cock. "Heh... Like what ya' see, pretty boy?" Wriothesley says in a smug tone, giving you a sharp smirk as he looks down at you drooling over his veiny, thick, 7-inch dick, as well as his rock-hard 6-pack and plump pecs.

Preparing you didn't seem to take long, the two of you enjoyed every second of it so it probably took longer to loosen your hole than it felt like. Wriothesley couldn't take his eyes off of your hole, the way it tightened around his thick fingers and winked at him making his dick twitch - and you were a hot mess, moaning like a pornstar and moving your limbs uncontrollably on Wrio's bed due to his long, thick fingers fucking your hole loose and curling into your prostate. But the real fun started when Wriothesley knelt on his bed between your spread legs and placed one on each of his thick, muscular thighs; positioning his girthy dick at your hole. Starting slow, Wriothesley thrusts his dick in and out of your tight hole, his sexy voice groaning from the feeling of your warm, gummy walls around his dick; on the other hand, below the handsome man, you're moaning in rhythm with Wriothesley's thrusts, breathy whines and moans of The Duke's name escaping your throat every time his slightly curved cock pushes against your prostate. Once the desperation caught up to Wriothesley's however, things took a turn, his pace increasing in speed and roughness as the muscular man grips your thighs with his strong hands and starts drilling his dick in and out of you, forcing your back to arch up off of the bed from the pleasure from your ass. As Wriothesley's cock pounded its shape into your hole more and more, you lost more and more control over your body; the pleasure The Duke was providing you with made you writhe in pleasure on his bed, gripping at the sheets and rolling your entire head back onto the bed, letting Wrio only see your jaw and tongue hanging out of your mouth, a view which only turned the man on more. Plenty of praise and compliments fell out of The Duke's mouth, calling you good and pretty and tight, moaning your name out like a mantra as Wrio's thrusts became borderline sadistic, his cockhead pounding against your prostate with every thrust, milking you of precum. As the two of you kept fucking, your moans became louder and sluttier, turning Wriothesley on more and more; the view below him, of your back arched, limbs twisting, tongue hanging out, dick twitching just added on to Wrio's aching desperation for you - so much so that the man felt inclined to ensure he never forgets this moment. In the heat of the moment, Wriothesley found himself grabbing the Kamera on his nightstand and holding it out to take a selfie from above, snapping a sexy picture of his dick fucking your ass like crazy with you writhing like a bitch in heat, a condom packet in his mouth for an artistic touch (this man is so extra). You couldn't even register what was happening, your focus being on the fact that Wriothesley stopped fucking you in order to look at the freshly printed picture, so, you whine about it "Wriothesley...~ Put that down and keep makin' love t'meee" you say in a tone resembling a drunkard - which you may as well of been, Wriothesley getting you cockdrunk on his veiny dick. And this man wasn't going to say no to you - especially after being denied this pleasure for so, so long... The Duke had covered many different positions with you, having fucked you silly in doggy (with your back nearly breaking from arching down to the bed as Wrio held your arms back, shoving your face into the bed) and even fucking you in missionary for a romantic little break. Your ass was in plenty of pain after a solid 45 minutes of fucking, having been stretched out from Wrio's monster cock, your lungs were out of breath and your poor dick had been milked for all it was worth, small droplets of cum leaking out of your tip with every single one of Wriothesley's vigorous thrusts - you had already came, Wriothesley had not... HEY! This man is real good at sex, of course you'd orgasm before him!

But once the two of you had finally finished up, you both basked in the afterglow; Wriothesley more, who was feeling euphoric after shooting his thick load inside of your tight walls, you on the other hand were more so basking in the freedom from overstimulation... You were both laying on Wrio's bed, catching your breaths and cuddling - Wriothesley's big arm around your waist as his bare chest rested alongside your back. "So then... How would you rate your experience?" Wriothesley asks, a smile on his lips as he still feels happy tingles all over his body, his eyes roaming over your naked, marked-up body "A one... My ass fuckin' hurts so bad!" You remark, the pain in your ass coming to the forefront of your brain now that all the pleasure had dissipated "Aww~ does that mean my dick is big?" Wriothesley teases you, his dick already starting to harden again from the thought of him overwhelming you with his size "Shut up... you were real rough too, not that I hated it" You mumble, but in the comfortable silence of Wriothesley's bedroom, he could hear every word of yours "Yeah? Let's go again then, promise I'll be gentle this time, pretty boy~" The now raw, and rugged man chuckles from his remark, his arm now removed from your waist and his hand now instead spreading your cheeks and his masculine fingers gently playing with your rim, his cum leaking out slowly "I'll even use my tongue if you want" The man adds, the horny thought coming to him straight from his now fully re-hardened dick You couldn't deny the fact that his suggestion definitely sounded appealing - and that's how the two of you ended up going for another, more chill round of oral! In order to let you recover, Wriothesley stuck to his word and ate you out. This man made you all comfortable in his bed, put hundreds of pillows behind your neck and back, he laid between your legs and went to fucking TOWN. Your fingers were tightly pulling on the man's fluffy hair as Wrio lapped at your loose hole, shoving his tongue inside and pushing the warm, wet muscle against your walls as his thumb rubbed your rim gently, his other hand either spreading your cheeks for easier access or jerking off your dick. To say you were back to a moaning mess would be an understatement; you were in so much pleasure, Wriothesley can really use his damn tongue! This man didn't even give two shits that he could still taste himself inside of you, he just used his spunk as lube to get his tongue inside of your hole easier! As your moans of his name became louder and breathier, and your dick twitched in The Duke's rough hand, Wriothesley knew you were just about to cum once more - so this man took his hand from your spreading your cheeks and rubbed your under-thigh soothingly, working you through your orgasm as his tongue assaulted your prostate and his veiny hand gently jerked you off. With a loud, lewd slurp of his spit, Wrio sat up from your tasty hole and looked at you in your afterglow-ish state - his hair messy and his chin covered in his spit n cum "Ha... You enjoy that... Ha.. Sweet-thing?~" Wriothesley mumbles, his voice dripping in sex and smug. "Ha.... fuck yeah... I did" you say in between laboured breathes "Care toooo... Repay the favour?" The handsome man says with a chuckle as he holds his massive dick at the base and swings it around.

The sounds echoing around the room were even more obscene and filthy than before. You were positioned on your knees on the floor, at the foot of Wriothesley's bed, The Duke sitting on the edge of his bed with his fat cock shoved inside of your throat. You pleasantly surprised the tall man with your oral skills, being able to take a dick like his was not exactly easy as pie, but you sure made it work! What you couldn't take your hands would work on, and what was in your mouth felt heaven on earth, your mouth warm, wet, and slimy as your tongue bathed and cleaned Wrio's dick - his leftover cum from early along with his natural musk tasting salty yet so fucking addictive. Loud slurps echoed from your mouth as your spit trickled down The Duke's girthy cock, down his veins and covering his thick, scarcely pubed balls which were resting against your chin (in turn covering your chin in spit n leftover cum). The other lewd sounds harmonising with your own were from Wriothesley himself, groans of pleasure and moans of your name ringing pleasurably inside of your ears as Wrio's fingers tightly held your hair, making you look even more dishevelled and slutty as you gagged on Wriothesley's shaft. Eventually, you felt a warm stream of thick jizz shoot inside of your mouth, Wriothesley moaning above you as his naked body shined from his sweat and the lighting of the room; he looked fucking godly. And as the panting, blissful-looking man held your head up with his hand, he pulled his fat cock out of your mouth; Wrio ensured that you didn't swallow yet, wanting to see his cum in your mouth, holding your face up to look him in the eyes while you struggled to keep his thick cum from falling out of your mouth. SNAP another picture taken with his Kamera, this time of you on your knees, his finger forcing you to 'smile' as his thick spunk covers your teeth, lips and tongue; his hairy thighs n feet, as well as half of his semi-hard dick making a cameo alongside you. The kinky Duke grins and chuckles as he looks at the freshly printed picture, then looks back at you; who still has his cum in your mouth. "I suppose this makes us official now, huh?" Wriothesley says with a grin, squishing your cheeks with his rough thumb and other fingers to make you swallow. You grimace physically at the feeling and taste but give him a breathy 'yeah... If you want I guess', teasing the handsome man above you.