#ego smut

[shoyoist]

Can i ask for ego smut😳 i feel like he'd be really into bondage and choking. Imagine him just talking to someone on the phone and his other hand's just wrapped around y/n's neck and fucking her dumb then if she ever makes a noise he'd just insert his index and ring finger in her mouth to shut her up aaaaa

content: f!reader. unprotected sεx, light bondage, a little choking, gagging, edging, fucking while on a call. slight dumbification. an: you're so right nonnie!! except instead of his fingers in your mouth, he got a pretty present to help you stay quiet instead.

— . ｡˚ ♡ ego enjoys testing your limits and seeing if you break.

you're starting to feel dizzy.

ego leans back in his chair, letting out an irritated sigh into his phone as the JFC head on the other end of the line continues to blabber.

he talks casually, sounding bored as he rolls his eyes while going “yeah, yeah” like he's annoyed by whatever they're saying to him. “sure, i don't care. just get the system installed before the end of the week.”

he doesn't bat an eye, doesn't even let out a hitched breath — to give away the fact that he's got you sitting pretty in his lap, your cunt wrapped around his cock. it's like you're not even there.

but you are. you've got a cute little heart shaped ball gag in your mouth, and his free hand is lazily wrapped around your throat.

every now and then, he'll nudge his cock deeper into you, and you whine pitifully, teary eyed and impatient because he's been on that call for twenty minutes now, having picked it up right after he'd pulled you into his lap and got you to sit on his cock.

he's not taking care of you, even after he promised he would.

and he's even got your hands tied behind your back. you can't even help yourself. your clit's aching, begging to be touched — but his hand has remained around your throat the entire time, only once skirting downwards just to give your hip an absentminded squeeze before going back up.

“mmh,” he hears all your little whimpers and whines, but he pays zero attention. the only give-away that he's enjoying this so very much is that his cock throbs inside you with every pathetic flutter of your walls around him.

“mm, ego-san.” your words are barely coherent, tongue held down by the gag, and your voice is all pitched and slurred anyway, but he knows you're saying his name. he knows exactly what you want.

and he's not going to give it to you. not until he's done with this call that he's purposefully dragging out as long as he can, asking the JFC guy for more stuff to spark more protests and arguments from him so that he could stay on the phone longer.

will you be good for him? will you be his good, pretty little cockslut and sit on his dick and behave for him until he's done? he knows you will.

you're a good girl <3 that's why he likes you. because he can push at your limits, play around with you and toy with you as much as he likes — and you'll take it.

his eyes flash behind his glasses as you slump forward, lashes fluttering as you try to remain focused, doing your best to be patient. you twist your wrists behind your back a little, letting out a little, helpless sigh as the rope chafes at your skin.

sweet, pliant little thing.

he knows you won't cum until he tells you to. he knows you'll drive yourself to tears and sob, getting all hot and messy on his cock as you try to control yourself, as you try to shift into a less stimulating position. he knows you'll do your best and follow all the rules he's laid out for you.

which is why once he's finished with this call (in ten more minutes? fifteen minutes? twenty?) he'll untie you, admire the rope marks around your wrists and arms for a bit — and then bend you over his desk and fuck you dumb.

it's what you deserve <3

he plays a fair game, after all. if you do as you're told and give him what he wants, he'll reward you with what you want — to cum and make a mess all over his cock as he fucks you and fills you all up.

[kingkunigami]

Ain’t no way this man ain’t a total sleaze, okay?

Happy Burthday, Anon!💕

Pairing: Ego Jinpachi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, not proofread, dubcon, kinda exhibitionism, piss.

Working as Ego’s assistant you’d started to notice certain characteristics that shaped the man’s life. Since creating the bluelock program it was clear how his egotistical nature fuelled his decisions, he was cruel and selfish in only following paths that would benefit his own goals. It was almost obsessive how he desired to maintain order over all aspects of his life, including you. He liked to keep control, and ensured you remembered.

The massive screens in front of him showed every angle of the bluelock compound, no matter which screen you looked at you managed to see at least one of the men from the program, cheeks flushed when your eyes came to land on Kunigami on one of the large screens. Even through the security cameras you could notice the way his skin glistened with sweat as he raised a bar with weights above his head.

It was perverse really, the way Ego had access to every single part of their lives and could hone in on any one of them whenever he pleased. It was a morose control that stroked more than just his ego, fuelling the superiority complex inside him as he watched them as though they were rats in a cage.

It was the same power that he seemed to wield over you. Allowing him to do with you as he so pleased, nothing more than another one of his playthings and you weren’t sure what was worse? Him using you, or you enjoying it.

“See anything you like, sweetheart?” His lips grazed your ear as he stepped behind you, his lanky frame towered over you as he held you against him.

“No,” You hummed nonchalantly, trying to calm your racing heart as you moved your gaze from Kunigami only to find your eyes focused on Shidou who was currently booting ball after ball into a goal.

“You sure about that?” He smirked against your neck, one of his hands sliding down your body to lay flat against your abdomen as he pressed down. The movement pushing your back into his chest as you felt the pressure increase, squeezing your thighs together to try and ignore the dull throb in your bladder.

“I wonder what they would think if they could see you now,” He forced one of his slender legs between yours, preventing you from keeping your thighs clenched tight. The motion had you whining in response, rolling your hips as he pressed the muscular quad against your heat. The motion had your pencil skirt bunching around your thighs, as you felt completely exposed, “I bet they’d love to see you as a prize.”

Your heartbeat increased at the thought of those men seeing you like this, in such a depraved state as Ego continued to press his palm against your abodomen, increasing the pressure in your bladder as you tried desperately to fight the urge to let go.

“Oh? You want them to see you like this, hm?” He smirked, “I bet it would increase their performance if this were a reward. A sure fire way to make bluelock a success.”

“Please, no.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment as you thought about any of those men, those strangers, seeing you like this.

Of course you recognised each man by name, but you had no idea who they really were outside of the bluelock experiment, and they certainly didn’t know anything about you. If they did, they’d know that you were secretly enjoying the way your boss was pressing you down on his thick thigh.

“Don’t act coy,” Ego scoffed, “I can practically feel you already, you’re enjoying this already and I haven’t even touched you.”

His free hand moved between your thighs to cup your clothed sex, feeling your panties soaked with your slick as he pressed another sultry kiss to your neck.

“Still want to lie to me, sweetheart?” He groaned as he pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, letting his long fingers delve between your folds to feel just how wet you were. Dragging the mess through you as he began to press slow, calculated circles against your clit. The motion had you bucking your hips pathetically as you tried to ignore the ache intensifying in your bladder.

You gasped as you felt the first few droplets leak from your bladder and soak his fingers, the warmth different to the slick oozing from your cunt as he groaned in satisfaction. Increasing his momentum to try and coax more from your desperate core.

“Come on, you desperate girl.” He groaned, “I know you want to, just let it happen.”

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna— oh, fuck.” Your body began to tremble against him as your knees became weak. Grateful that he was able to hold your body against him to stop you from falling face first as you felt the tension begin to leave your body, “Ego—”

The relief flooding through you in harsh waves as you let go, a warm stream of piss began to spill from between your thighs as you soaked Ego’s leg and the floor beneath you. Your panties ruined as you continued to roll your hips against his fingers, meeting his movements as you gave your clit some needed stimulation. Working yourself towards your climax as you felt yourself teetering over the edge when he stopped—

A desperate whine left your lips as you tried to press yourself down on his soaked thigh, your piss now cooling against the fabric as it stuck to your skin uncomfortably. Trying to find your release as he moved both hands to your hips to hold you steady, a dark depraved smirk on his lips.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Ego’s lips were pressed against the shell of your ear, “See that camera right there?”

He motioned towards a blinking red light that you hadn’t noticed before, the sight had your stomach dropping as you realised that he’d recorded the entire spectacle. Your embarrassment now committed to film for the foreseeable future.

“I’m going to be making an announcement momentarily,” He cooed, “Whoever scores the winning goal tonight will be receiving a special reward, I wonder if you can guess what that might be.”

[tojjist]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 - 𝗝. 𝗘𝗴𝗼

jinpachi ego x f! reader

tags: pwp, unintentional exhibitionism, semi-public sex, ego being an asshole, degradation, reverse cowgirl (kinda), mentions of masturbation (third person(s)), dacryphilia if you squint, marking/bruising, humiliation, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight objectification of reader.

note: this is my first ever fully-written smut so uh yeah forgive my lack of description and experience. also kinda rushed write it at like 3am in maybe an hour. Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! minors, ageless & blank blogs dni

“ego-san! eguhh—!”

your hips thrust; up, down. up, down. moving against his length. ego’s long fingers were digging into the soft skin of your hips, forcing harsher movement as your walls swallowed him whole.

“such a fucking slut,” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “taking my cock like a champ, that’s how you like it, huh? wanna get fucked ‘til ya can’t see?”

you don’t respond to his harsh words, too focused on the pleasure. your hips kept thrusting but you weren’t doing all the work; ego knew you wouldn’t be able to move on your own when he’s balls deep inside you.

but, jinpachi ego doesn’t take well to being ignored. if he asks you a question he expects you to respond.

one of his hands curls in your hair, harshly fisting it as he stops helping you move. naturally, your movements become sloppy and sleazy over his cock, still attempting to enjoy his length despite the way he’s gripping your hair and turning your face, forcing you to look at him.

“answer, sweerheart. wanna hear my little doll’s response, hm? don’t leave me waiting, whore.”

it was so astonishing how easily his vocabulary swapped. to him you were but a little fucktoy for him to enjoy. he didn’t have to make you feel good, which he did. you at least owe him an answer.

“y-yes, egoh-san,” you blabbered, barely able to keep your sanity together.

it is embarrassing; you’re a strong woman of a high position, yet the highest position you can get with this man is riding his cock like a slut. how he knew all your weaknesses you don’t know. jinpachi ego is a wonder and as much as you’d like to explore him, it’s clear he’s the only one getting any exploring here. you’re only there to serve, to drool and moan as he fucks you stupid.

but unbeknownst to either of you, it is broadcasted all over the blue lock.

you knew having sex right in front of the the controls was a bad idea. god, you begged him so much to just drop it and have sex somewhere else.

but ego insisted to do something he’s seen in some porno, sitting on his chair while you’re on top of him. the leather chair was whining under you two as you moved. you would have been worried about it breaking if you weren’t too busy getting fucked.

and now you’re both paying for ego’s selfishness. it was you, huffing and moaning, your breasts jiggling up and down as he had lifted the shirt off them. one every screen of every room. everyone was watching now.

and the boys? oh, they were devouring the broadcast. how could they not when your soft begs echo through almost every room of the pentagon shaped building?

seriously, these controls should be more complicated. yet one wrong move is all it took you and now 300 young men are watching you sob.

“ego-san—! ‘m close! close!!”

your tears weren’t many, but the ones that fell were fat, blurring your eyesight and arousing jinpachi oh so much.

“feels good-“ he groaned slightly at the way your hips move faster, teeth clenching agaist each other. “feels good, slut? ya like my c-cock in you— fuck-“

the way your face reddened and your moans became even more pitched was definitely the finishing line for most of the boys, watching as one of ego’s fingers rubbed at your pretty nipple, squeezing your breast then pinching the darker skin in the middle.

with a final sob, a final thrust, and a final breath, your release came. your head jerked back as your spine arched, moaning especially loud now. ego groaned as your gummy walls tightened around him, teeth clamping against the plush skin of your neck. he made sure to leave his mark on you; dark bruises on your neck as he bites so hard it almost draws blood.

one would be a fool to think that jinpachi was helping you ride out your orgasm. his name is ego. no one matters, not even you. he was only chasing his own release, wearing you out until his cock twitched under the pleasureful pressure, shooting white paint across the walls of your tight cunt. the lewd noises of skin slapping against each other remained loud, echoing across the monitor room as jinpachi rocked your hips back and forth until he couldn’t anymore.

“get up.”

“what?” you squeak innocently ant his harsh demand. you were barely just catching your breath.

“ya heard me, don’t make me say it again. get up.”

if there is one thing you learnt from being ego’s personal stress reliever, it’s to obey. no questions asked. he demands, you answer.

and you are one good lap dog. you allow him to mush and shape you however he likes because, for some reason, it felt so fucking good.

you didn’t have to be told another time, twice is a lot. you stand up without question, back facing jinpachi as you wait. was it anticipation or dread pooling in your stomach? you weren’t sure.

“bend over.”

his words were absolute. but this time you went rigid, not moving an inch.

“did you not hear me?” “ego-san..”

ego stands up, hand finding your head roughly as he begins to push it down. “when i tell you to bend over you fucking-“

he noticed it too.

there was a small red light, coming on and off, indicating that this is in fact getting recorded.

“shit…”

[angelltheninth]

I know he's not really popular but can I ask for Ego smut? Maybe him fucking Reader while explaining things to the Blue Lock gang and she has to not make a sound?

I haven't seen anyone write for him before so I'll fill the void a little. Thanks Anon.

Pairing: Jinpachi Ego x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, keeping silent, taking orders, clit stimulation, orgasm control, danger of being caught, dom!Ego

A/N: This man is crazy, and I mean fucking bonkers!

"Remember what I said, no matter what I do, stay quiet." You moaned with your hands barely muffling the sound as Ego's penetrated you with two long fingers, the third firmly pressed on your clit. "I have to talk to my diamonds in the rough, so you're gonna keep my hand busy until then."

"O-Okay." Slowly you spread your thighs open for his hand to slot between them more easily, your own hands gripping the desk behind you. It was so hot in the small room, and all you had on was a snug, black bra and stockings. You had panties at one point but, those were long since bee placed in Ego's pocket.

Ego glanced at you, "Good girl." He moved his fingers slowly in and out, not making noise but rubbing your sensitive spots perfectly. The screen in front of him blinked on, "Congratulations, my diamonds in the rough. A select few of you have made it to the next phase, and of those select few an even smaller percentage managed to surpass expectations." You could hear a mix of happy and angry words being thrown at him, "You've earned a few days of rest, use them well, see your family, friends, have fun, but be mindful of your bodies." He smirked at them, the dangerous kind that he sometimes gave you as well. At the same time he hooked his finger upwards, making you bite the inside of your cheek.

"Not fair." You mumbled, barely audible above the comments of the Blue Lock Team.

"Remember, your bodies are your greatest weapons. As much as you have to learn how to use them properly," A small roll around your clit, "You must also learn how to take care of them properly." Now both your hands were on your mouth in a struggle to keep silent, "72 hours." You looked at him with almost teary, desperate eyes, "That how long you'll have. When I snap my fingers the screen will go black. That will be your cue, understand?" He was looking at them but he actually waited for you to confirm, "Knew you could listen."

You weren't sure how much longer your could keep this up, his fingers were starting to pick up rhythm, which also meant your hips had to.

"Three," His thumb stilled on your clit, "two," Then it started moving rapidly, almost a blur of circles, "one." As soon as the screen turned black you let your hands fall from your mouth, allowing the high pitched moans to escape as your cunt came around Ego's fingers and palm. He kept hooking his fingers until you sat in his lap, breathing fast and hard, "Good girl."

[gojossu]

sneaky sex. ego jinpachi

cw. // exhibitionism (?), sneaky sex, cockwarming, blowjob, creampie, afab reader

it pains me to see absolutely nothing of ego's smut so im taking one for the team. my first post.

thinking about ego jinpachi who LOVES to have you on your knees, hiding under the screen, giving him head. it sends shivers down his spine, to have such indecent act done to him without any of the players knowing.

when he finally introduced you to the blue lock boys (just so he can have you sit on his lap warming his dick), "you'd see her face frequently from now on," and so he did set you up on his lap, ignoring the annoyed look, some even rolling their eyes of the boys. originally, he's not going to let that slide, but his dick is in deep inside your pussy right now, he feels too good to care.

god, your insides feels so good and the stares from his dear players are making him reach his high quick, while you are trying your best not to let out a moan. the look on your face makes him want to bend you over his desk and fuck you into oblivion but holds back for the sake of morality. he can't let his players see him breaking your back now, can he?

but you best believe he will manhandle you and pounds into your insides like a madman once he's done spouting bullshit to them blue lock boys.

[sardonic-the-writer]

I haven’t been able to get this thought out of my head. What would happen if you called Dark Damien during sex?? Or even like. You’re making out and it just happens type of thing.

Oh jesus fuck. I would run in the other direction if this ever happened.

The first thing Dark would do is pause. His movements would move to a stop, and he would just stare at you; purposely leaving his face blank so you can't tell what he's thinking. Letting you squirm after you realize what you've done.

On the inside however it's a lot more complicated. Two wolves bareing their teeth at the other. On one had, a part of Damien lays dormant in Darks body. But on the other hand-

The only name he ever wants to come out of that mouth of yours is his. Not Damiens, not Wilfords, not Marks; not anyone's but his.

His facial expression doesn't change one bit. That is, except for the way you notice his pupils cloud up and start to glow, along with the glitching around him becoming more prominent

"So you want to moan his name do you? So needy darling. But for the wrong person. Looks like I'll have to train you to not do that again..."

[sunset-sun-god]

Hi! Would you consider doing another Actor/Dark fic? It's really fun when it's Dark who does a bunch of teasing and acts all innocent and smug about it, so maybe something like that? They could be at an event of some kind and Actor gets so riled up that he drags him into a private room or closet or something >:3 I don't mind who gets to top, but Actor is kind of a really cute bottom..... ;)

These rivals fuck sometimes, idk what to tell you.

Warnings: semi-public sex, twin cocks, public teasing

   Being cast as the villain made it so Dark was frequently involved in various social events by Mark's side. These events often served as promotion and networking, and they really didn't enjoy it. It wasn't that they were against the idea, it was how overwhelming it could be. It was how often they felt people's eyes bore into their head. Like they knew something was off, though Dark took care to blend in.

    Dark swirled wine in their glass as Mark chattered on, getting an idea on how to occupy themself while people politely ignored them.

    They started off easy, passing by Mark and brushing his back. He barely noticed.

    They held out a chair for him, their long, graceful fingers brushing his backside. That was more like it. Mark looked up, surprised. Dark pretended to ignore him.

    They sat there and ate, perfectly mimicking humans and how they behave. Their foot drifted to Mark's leg, then to his thigh, then just barely, they pressed their knee to his crotch.

    "A-ahem-" Mark sputtered, "As I was… saying… They've been a great co-star all these years." 

    Dark smiled into their glass as Mark shot them a pointed glare. As if demanding they don't do this in front of the others. But that's what made it fun.

    After dinner, they get a little more bold. They adjust his tie for him, tightening it a little more than normal. Mark's face burned, unsure whether they were trying to kill or flirt with him.

    "Mark… why don't we dance?" They purr.

    "I thought you didn't like my dancing, 'Damien'…" His voice is barbed, forcing out Dark's now fake name.

    "Let me lead you. It could be a good learning opportunity." Dark took his hand, pulling Mark into a close tango.

    They lead him expertly, their smoky eyes full of lust. Mark stumbled, and Dark had no choice but to catch him, leaning over him so closely they could kiss.

     Mark let himself go, falling to the floor. He got up, dusting off his coat and pants. "You- what are you doing?!" He hush-yelled.

    "Whatever do you mean?" Dark batted their eyes. "I was only trying to help."

    "Help? This is not helping! Imagine what the press would think!" He hissed. 

    Mark hurried off, out of the room to get some privacy. Dark trailed behind.

    The two ended up in a closet together, all too close. Dark smiled, the picture of innocence.

    "I'm not sure what you're talking about, what would the press have to say?" 

    "That you- that- that I! That you!" Mark stomped his foot. "Ooooh, don't play games like that!"

    Dark gently held his jaw in their hand, fading back into their comfortable gray to save some energy.

    "Oh, Mark… all worked up, aren't you?" They pressed their nose to his, dropping to a whisper. "Do you need some help with that?"

    Mark opened his mouth to answer, before folding his arms and smugly nodding. He figured Dark would chicken out and knock it off. Dark instead chuckled.

    "Gotten bold, haven't we, dear snake?" Dark unbuttoned his suit jacket, setting it aside.

    "H-hey, hey, you can't be serious! You said we wouldn't fool around where others might see!" Mark flushed again.

    Dark halted. "Well, if you'd rather I not."

    Mark grumbled, now frustrated he had to make his interest explicit. He folded his arms again, trying to hide the fact he had been getting aroused.

    "My deepest apologies for misunderstanding." They cleared their throat, going to leave. Mark caught them by the wrist.

     Dark looked back, Mark trying to piece together words. "N-no… I… do… but don't get us caught, okay? I have a reputation."

    "As do I." Dark smiled softly, resuming where they left off.

    They pushed his tie to hang over his shoulder and unzipped his pants, letting his cocks free. They were half hard. Dark's cold hands circled his shafts easily, lightly pumping them until they were fully erect. Mark bit back a noise.

     Dark dropped to their knees, pausing before taking him. "Happy to see me, hm?" They tease.

     Mark's cocks twitched, and he reluctantly nodded.

     "Good. I don't know about you, but I was getting bored out there." Their hands grasped his thighs, marked with several scars.

     They took one of his shafts in their mouth, sucking the tip first, then deeper. Their throat hollowed, accommodating his length easily. Their long tongue slithered out, licking his balls slowly. Mark shuddered.

    "T-that's a new one-" Mark whispered.

    Dark smiled internally, pulling away. They took in his other shaft next, sucking and licking him carefully. Mark clung to a shelf behind him, biting his lips.

    Dark opened their mouth a little wider than anyone reasonably should, taking in both shafts. Mark let out a soft moan, knees weak from the stimulation. They swallowed around his tips.

   Mark dug his hands into their hair, trying desperately not to mewl like a cat. They reached up to shove a handkerchief in his mouth and help him.

    Mark gagged on the cloth, taking it out. 

    "W-what exactly are you getting from this?" He whispered.

     Dark pulled away, wiping excess drool. "Hm… Malicious satisfaction. A reason for you to let me have my way with you at home. I think I'll bind you to the wall, hunt you for sport and fuck you. How does that sound?"

    Mark whined softly. All he could do was nod. He tried to act all tough and in control, but he was putty in their hands.

    Dark returned to sucking him off, the tip of their pointed tongue gracing his perineum. Mark was sweating bullets, trying not to lose control of himself.

    His cocks came in tandem, shooting onto their throat. Mark fell to his knees, practically in Dark's lap as he caught his breath.

    Dark swallowed thickly, using the handkerchief to dab at their mouth and his forehead.

    "How was that, my Snake?" They rested their elbows on his knees.

    "... T… too good." Mark panted. 

    "Oh, poor Hero." Dark pouted teasingly, before getting up to leave. 

   Mark whined, reaching out for them. They returned to their previous intimate proximity, never intending to leave him there. They just liked seeing him beg, and they knew he liked begging.

     "C… can we do this next event?" Mark asked softly.

     Dark nodded, grinning smugly at how successful this little encounter went.

[elstoy]

૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა no thoughts head empty just abby and yours first time together. abby’s mouth latched onto your tits, sucking and popping your swollen nipples from her lips, grunting whenever she gazes down at them because they look so wet and delicious and covered by her transparent spit. she squeezes both of your nipples between her thick fingers, pulls them upward so you feel the sting and lets go, biting her lips and humming at your little squeaks and squeals. she loves the way you react so much. your gasps, your pupils blown out, your jaw hanging loose, your mouth in that slutty “o” shape. you’re squirming and wiggling down beneath her, and quickly enough she attaches her mouth back on your tits and sneaks her hand down, just to softly place her palm on your pantie + shorts covered cunt. she feels the wet patch that quite literally leaked through the fabric, and chuckles as she lets go of one of your nips. “oh yeah?” she taunts, applying some pressure on your little quivering pussy. you blabber something incoherently, and she’s all cocky “i know baby, i know…”. could probably make u cum through your panties as well and definitely does. fights the urge to tear them off of you and make you ride three of her fingers, but the ego boost that comes from making ur clit throb through two (2) layers of fabric is just… exhilarating.

[knavves]

★ SUGAR DADDY ft sae, shidou, yukimiya & ego — different ways sugar daddy blue lock men slut you out !

wc: 1.1k ノ cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. public sex. fingering. blow jobs. throat fucking. use of petnames. degrading. praise. riding. dirty talk. stomach bulge. dacryphilia. slapping. ego is kinda mean.

SUGAR DADDY SAE! who can barely contain himself as you finally walk out the dressing room, drinking in the sight of the pricy lingerie clinging to your body, hardly even covering your most intimate parts. his eyes track your every movement as you slightly sway your hips and giggle as you spin for him, allowing him to see the way the fabric fits your body.

“what do you think, sae?” but he doesn’t say anything as he grips your wrist and drags you back into the dressing room. you gasp when he pins you up against the wall, placing needy kisses all over the valley of your neck. you whine about how someone could catch you but he ignored your concerns as he pushes your panties to the side, slipping his cock into your drooling pussy. one hand grips your waist tightly and the other slithers up to cup his hand over your mouth to muffle your pretty cries. the pro athlete knew that if you were to both get caught like this it would make headlines but that didn’t seem to concern him too much.

the necklace that glimmered around your neck, specifically customized for you and engraved with his initials, bounced as he drilled into your cunt from behind. the squelching noises that followed with each thrust and your muffled moans were seemingly louder in your ears, you silently prayed that none of the workers would catch what was going on.

SUGAR DADDY SHIDOU! who has an arm slung around your shoulders, peering at the screen of your phone as you gawk over the new designer bag that just dropped. you look at him with doe eyes and sweetly ask if he can get it for you. he just smirks and tilts his head at you, “you know what you have to do if you want something, baby.”

you immediately slid out of your seat and onto the floor of the limo, sinking to your knees in between his spread legs. your hands shakily reach up to the zipper of his pants, your gold bracelet slightly slipping down your wrist as you do so. your face suddenly grew hot as you remembered you two weren’t alone in the limo as a handful of his friends were with you.

his cock sprung free from the confinements of his boxers, nearly slapping your cheek as it stood tall, already hard and leaking with precum. he grunted at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping him, his large hand pushed at the back of your head urging you to take more of him. his tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag around his length, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. growing impatient, he gripped either side of your head before fucking his hips up into your mouth. you choked and sputtered around him, drool slipping down your chin and some of it coating his balls.

your nails dug into his tanned thighs to stabilize yourself and the tears that had welled up in your lash line had helplessly spilled over, smearing the mascara you’d dolled yourself up with earlier. “fuck, choking on my cock in front of my friends like this? you’re such a slut. my slut though.” he spat between groans. “c’mon shidou be nicer to her, she’s taking you so well.” one of his friends piped up. “so pretty too. i’d love to have her for myself.” another voice said, your thighs clenched at the mix of degradation and praise that rang through your ears. shidou moans shamelessly loud and you’d wish he’d quiet down, how could he not be embarrassed by the lingering eyes on the both of you? but you guess you weren’t any better as you didn’t even hesitate to get on your knees for him.

SUGAR DADDY YUKIMIYA! who fills your ears with praise as he slowly slides his cock into you. every movement he makes is gentle and he holds you like you’re a delicate piece of glass that could shatter with one wrong move. his eyes holding intense contact with your own, clouded with so much adoration and purity as if he wasn’t balls deep inside you right now.

“you’re so beautiful. you always look so pretty drunk on my cock.” he whispered into your ear, not missing the way you shuddered at his warm breath fanning against your skin. his head dropped to rest on your shoulder to silence the groans that left his lips as you squeeze and spasmed around him with each thrust of his hips.

you bat your eyelashes dreamily at him before opening your lips smeared with lipstick to ask if he could get you this new car you really really wanted. his head lifts from your shoulder blade to quirk a brow at you, amused by your antics. “a new car but didn’t i already buy you one?” he quires. you jut your bottom lip out in a pout, “y-yeah but this ones different, it’s pink.”

he just chuckles lightly at you, “beg for it and i’ll think about it.” knowing full well he’s going to get it for you anyway.

SUGAR DADDY EGO! who pays you no mind as you slowly sink down onto his cock. your newly done nails digging into your own thighs as he’d commanded you not to touch him. a drawn out moan slips from your mouth when you finally bottom out, still shaking from the slight burn that came as he stretched you out.

you’d think with his nonchalant attitude that he was disinterested in you but it was completely the opposite. his heavy breaths and the way he throbbed inside of you was a dead giveaway to how much he enjoyed this albeit he’d never admit it. he liked blowing his money on you, too, but he finds sadistic pleasure in making you work and cry for it.

you wince when your legs knock against the arm rests of his office chair as you bounce on his lap. you raise your hips, whimpering at how his dick dragged against your gummy walls when you sunk back down. his eyes would occasionally peel from the monitors that encase him to scan over the bulge in your stomach. he cruelly brought his hand up to press against it, reviling in the way you squeal and push his hand away.

a sharp sting against the flesh of your ass had you retracting your hands, “i told you not to fucking touch me, slut. you want to go on that shopping spree right?” you nodded dumbly, barely even registering what he was telling you. too dumb to even notice you’d been crying, god he loved it when you cried, always looked so pretty when you did. it gave him a sick sense of pride to see you all ruined for him. “use your words. or do you not want to go? is that it?”

© knavves : eposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

[ladiesdective-blog]

Blue lock pounders

MDNI!! CW: pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links

Jinpachi Ego

Helping him with work

Showing you how his fingers work

Something he’d do when your alone

Giving him a hand under his desk

Something he’d get you to wear

Riding him while he is doing work

Michael Kaiser

Showing you who’s in charge

Couldn’t wait to get into the room

Taking his anger out on you

Saw someone flirting with you

Argument in the car led to something else

Something he’d do if you talked to one of his enemies

Shoei Baro

Helping him with his workout

Taking his time with you

Movie night turned into something else

Something he’d do

He’s being gentle with you

Seeing how far it goes

[jikagu]

FIRST TIME WITH THE BOYS

pairing: isagi x fem!reader, bachira x fem!reader, chigiri x fem!reader, ego x fem!reader

summary: just the boys first time with you <33

notes: this was fun to headcanon lol

ISAGI

literally a nervous mess with you

"um, am i doing this right?"

cums a lot 🙏

he was really shy abt the idea of oral 😭

"wait—you? want to suck it?"

"do you feel—good? cuz' i do." he slurred, pussy drunk. it hurt for the first few minutes and he let you adjust for a bit before he started moving.

"ye—s, fuck!" you moan, bucking your hips.

"so,, so, big!" you bit your lip, closing your eyes tightly.

"cummin,'" isagi slurred as you nodded. you both were so sensitive from earlier since it was your first time and already came so much.

isagi fell limp on top of you, taking his cock out.

"love you, baby." he sighed.

BACHIRA

this boy is so in love with you that when you asked about sex he immediately nodded

it seemed like he knew what he was doing but he was still a virgin, just watched porn a lot

"where IS THE CLIT??" he yelled, analyzing your pussy 😭

"bachira what the fuck"

when things got going, he was like a rabbit in heat.

"FOUND IT"

"wha—oh fuck!"

"WRONG HOLE, BACHIRA STOP A—"

"fuck, i love you so much baby." he desperately leaned in for a sloppy kiss as drool tickled your chin.

"so good, so good…" you repeated, tightly hanging on to the pillow he gave you.

it hurt for a bit so this boy gave you a pillow to take your pain out on, but he was impatient so he kept slamming in and out of you.

"slow—er bachira!" your lower stomach turned in ways you didn't know of,, it felt — so good

"cumming!" you yelped, bachira eyeing you.

"you squirt?" 😥

CHIGIRI

this man was so fucking gentle with you it even drove you crazy

"chigiri, you can go faster.." you mewled, your legs wrapped around his back

"i want you to feel good.. i don't wanna hurt you." the love sick boy caressed your face

chigiri would be gentle the entire time omg

"fuck you? no—i—wanna make love." he said, bashfully looking away. it was kind of embarrassing and cheesy, but he didn't care in the end.

"i love you so much baby." chigiri cooed, reaching your g-spot continuously.

"so tight 'round me." he smiled.

in

out

in

out

it was relatively slow, but—he just kept reassuring you he'd go faster.

"oh baby, im gnna' cum." he whimpered, closing his eyes before feeling the condom fill up.

"love you babygirl."

EGO

for his first time he was super cocky like wtf

"yeah? suck my cock."

"bitch who r u talking to."

"sorry."

he was big into spanking you and degrading you like crazyy

i guess it just always stuck on him

you'd think he'd be nervous and kinda worried but no, he knew what he was doing which was kinda weird

sounds of skin slapping filled the room with how aggressive ego was being with you. he held onto you as he slammed in you, grunts filling the room as well.

"ego oh my god! you,, so big—i can feel you inside of me!" you whined and whimpered before ego smirked.

"where can you feel me, slut?" he degraded you, making your head go in spirals.

"mmh, right here.." you moved your hand to your lower stomach where there was a large bulge inside of you, pushing down on it.

now that? that made ego cum.

big time.

[pparadiselost]

your noa fanfic drove me crazy there is nothing i wouldn't do for you to write about ego 🧎

actaeon.

ego jinpachi x fem reader ego sets up the perfect trap to make you undeniably his. warning(s): nsfw, noncon, being filmed without consent, exhibitionism minors do not interact. author's note: hello there! thank you so much for sending in a request!! this one... got a little out of hand and gnarly, so if you'd prefer that i write a fic without the dark content, please shoot me another ask and i'll happily write up another fic for you!! (ノ*°▽°*)

ego jinpachi is distinctly aware of who he is as a person, and he’s distinctly aware of the privileges that come with his odd place as the coach of the blue lock project. he’s sworn under some legal masquerade to use his power only for the betterment of soccer’s future, as if anything other than his obsession with the sport flows inside his veins. 

he knows his place as a heretic. he’s an outcast always looking in: the director but never the star, the god but never the devotee, the abyss but never the light. he’s seen the way people distances themselves away from him, be it anri or even veterans like noel. ego is perfectly content playing the role he does. his crazed behavior brings the end, and in his worldview, the ends always justify the means.

but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the unforeseen pleasures that spring up along the thorny path. he’s a free man now, and he has the world at his disposal. fortune favors the bold, but happiness favors the hedons. 

“you’re so sloppy,” he drawls in that condescending voice of his. if it weren’t for the slight edge to it, you would think it sounded robotic. his long cock is buried deep into you as you squirm in his lap, and his long arms hold you flush and captive against his chest. 

you’re faced with the horrifying sight of every single one of ego’s giant monitors lit up, each one displaying you. they’re all relatively innocent moments from your life. you’re eating breakfast in one, scrolling through your phone on the other, paging through a book you picked up in another… things that, creepy as they may be, are candid snapshots of your average life. 

except for the singular monitor facing center stage, seeming to mock you. you watch, stricken with fear, as the video plays a recording of you stuffing your fingers in your cunt, your pussy stretched out unmistakably on display. ego grins devilishly, and he thrusts in rhythm with the video of you masturbating.

“n-no… don’t do this to me-,” you squeak out. you need to clear your mind, need to speak reason into him, need to persuade him to get rid of these clips and to quit using all the cameras in the building for ill, and yet with his cock sliding in and out of you, it’s impossible for you to get any of your priorities straight. “d-don’t thrust into me like that-!”

“but you like it. you like it when i fuck you to a video of you getting off,” he giggles. you don’t need to be looking at him to envision the crazed gleam he’s bound to have in his eyes. you hate how much your pussy flutters and stretches around his cock, your juices making you gush every time you sink back down onto his lap. 

his hands tweak at your nipples, and he pinches your hardened buds in rhythm with the video. every time your fingertips swirl at your sticky clit, he moves his hands accordingly. pleasure courses in hot flashes across your vision and your cunt, and your hips move lewdly on your own, against your better judgment. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he chuckles behind you. his voice sounds high-pitched and crazed, like he’s a schoolboy going crazy over a scrap of attention from his crush. you should be disgusted, you should be scared, and yet with each inch of his long cock that pushes in and out of your squeezing pussy, your mind threatens to go dangerously blank. 

you shake your head weakly. sparks of heat and pleasure light up inside your brain. the dull stretch inside of your walls has your stomach doing backflips, his cockhead prodding deliciously at all of your deepest parts. “no- not you- you can’t do anything to me-”

he clicks his tongue, and when your head slumps against your chest, trying to retain your sanity by looking away from all the lewd videos of you he’s hoarded, he hisses as if you’ve scorned him. he grabs your face harshly, long and calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your face and neck, and he wrenches your eyes upwards so that you can’t look away from the screen. 

you hate it. your vision blurs when tears glaze over your eyes, but that can’t save you from the video. your legs are spread shamelessly open, your drenched pussy fully out on view as you toy with yourself. your face is twisted into a clear moan, lips parted as you gasp and cry out in pleasure, fingers buried deep inside of your cunt. your juices drool generously out of your clenching hole, and your thighs quiver uncontrollably as you masturbate.

“see? i have all of this and more,” ego murmurs. the glee in his tone is unmistakable. “i know how you like to touch yourself, how you like to be fucked. it’s cute that you think you can hide anything from me. you’re more feisty than you let on, aren’t you?”

he thrusts harshly up into you, his heavy balls slapping up against your clit. you barely bite back a strangled cry, electric sparks springing up inside of your chest. something tight pulls at your core, heat swirling like a slow whirlpool. you grit your teeth, and your breathing grows shallows. the friction of his cock rubbing into your gummy walls feels sinfully good, and his almost inhuman length makes it ridiculously easy for his tip to ghost over all of your sensitive parts.

it’s a lethal combination. his dick is just as long and tall as the rest of him is, not too thick but so long and enough to fill you up perfectly. each pump of his cock into you has you seeing stars, your nerves twitching and collapsing under the mounting pressure inside of your pussy. maybe it’s that, but maybe it’s also all the time he’s spent in the shadows, learning every inch of your body through the illicit videos and streams he’s collected of you, memorizing every quirk, every kink you have, making sure he knows by heart the best way to get you to crumble under his touch.

he was a feral beast that had been lying in wait, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. all you needed to do was to let your guard down for a split second, and he took full advantage of it to expose every single one of your weaknesses.

“don’t your worry. i’ll prove to you that i mean everything i say. there’s nothing i hate more than someone that can’t live up to their bragging. results… results are the only things that matter in this world—,” his sick laughter snaps you back out of your grief, “—even if that means making you cum until you’re a fucked out mess.”

he grips at your thighs, spreading your legs open a bit further in his lap so he can fuck his cock even deeper into you. your head feels heavy, a loaded scream locked in your throat when his tip starts fucking into your deep spots. you swear he’s hitting at your cervix, his cockhead trying to pry the entrance to your womb open so he can defile you thoroughly. you wouldn’t put it past him; ego was never the kind of guy to be satisfied with only doing the job halfway. it was always all or nothing with him.

pleasure consumes you from the inside out, his length stretching you out obscenely. your tight walls were massaging him so expertly, and ego can almost delude himself into believing that your cunt was made just to fit around his dick. you were made for him, made to be his perfect mate, and all the times he spent pleasuring himself to the illicit videos he took of you couldn’t even come close to actually getting his paws all over you.

“right here, isn’t it?” he thrusts up harshly into you, and you jerk back against his chest when heat slams down onto your skin. he’s abusing your g-spot, relentlessly bullying your sweet spots. helpess cries escape from you unwillingly as he fucks into you at his pace, his thrusts too sharp and too quick for you to relax into it, but your brain eagerly soaks up the friction. your cunt is begging for cock, wanting the addictive feeling of being filled up disrespectfully like you were just some loose toy, keeping you at constant odds with your shattered rationale. 

ego giggles in your ear, and you know his words are right. he does genuinely have you struggling futilely in the palm of his hand. you’re overwhelmed by all of the sensations around you: the haunting image of your fingers stuffed in your pussy flickering behind your eyes like a mocking vision. your hole was unknowingly milking him over and over, the shame and embarrassment of having to watch yourself fingering yourself while getting fucked making your pussy fall victim to all of the confusing pleasures.

“i can feel you getting tighter and tighter. i’m making you feel good,” he mocks you. his hands keep squeezing at your boobs, mesmerized by the soft flesh of your chest. his balls slap up against your skin, just waiting to spill his seed into your pussy and make you his forever. he sounds so pleased with himself. “you love to act like you’re all high and mighty, but we’re the same, you and i. it’s why i think you’re perfect for me. you’re just as dirty, just as much of a freak, and it’s my job to make sure you know that.”

tightness flares in your gut as if it’s mocking you. you don’t want to cum, don’t want to break that final boundary, don’t want to admit to yourself that you’re fully getting off of being manhandled and disgraced like this. but your body was never yours this entire time, and whatever madness possesses you right now only cares about the long dick sliding in and out of you.

“are you gonna cum? you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? filthy girl.” he twists your nipples harshly as if to emphasize his last few words. you feel so heavy and so weak all at once, broken down bit by bit and torn apart like a sheet of paper. how could you even dream of fighting back? you grit your teeth, not wanting to think about the frothy ring of ivory forming at the base of his cock, where your entrance is enticingly stretched out. “cumming from having a guy like me defile you… cumming from getting fucked while i play a video of you playing with yourself… filthy, filthy girl.”

tears had dotted over your vision a long time ago, and this was already a battle for you to lose the moment you got roped into his trap. your pride grips at your mind one last time, and you flex your thighs, wishing yourself the strength to forgive yourself when the worst of this would be over. even if intuitively, you knew that this was nothing more than the beginning to a wretched, wicked fall from grace, you wanted to take what little your remaining sanity could afford you.

you muster up the firmest voice you can. “you’re the absolute worst- you’re the scummiest man i know!”the lanky man simply laughs again, unaffected by your hurled insults. “oh, please. you’re just too predictable? you think i don’t know that? you think i wouldn’t consider myself scummy and awful after i’ve filmed you for so long in secret? what a stupid whore you are. it’s a good thing you have that pretty body of yours. otherwise, you’d really be nothing more than an unsalvageable excuse for a human being. naïve, gullible, all too easy for me to take advantage of…”

he pauses for a moment, and he leans in. horror settles in your psyche again when you can feel his hot breath fanning over the curve of your ear, and he presses a sickeningly gentle kiss right behind your ear. 

“and if i’m the scummy one,” he murmurs contemplatively, “what does that make you? you’re the one getting off on it. you say you’re not, but your body doesn’t lie to me. i can feel every little fucking thing that slutty pussy of yours is doing whenever i fuck myself into you.”

your stomach twists, painfully and needily, and your legs shake as his cockhead keeps ramming into your sweet spot. his tip bullies you right where you like it most, and your vision glazes over, threatening to go hazy and leave you at the mercy of this terrible man. you’re gonna cum—you can feel it. you can feel the heat building up inside of your core, the depraved tension just about to break.

you clench your eyes shut and brace yourself. your walls are greedily sucking onto his length, the wet noises of your bodies coming together echoing across the room. your toes curl as the pleasure overtakes your mind, and it feels like a second pulse is forming in your cunt, your body no longer willing to listen to you.

you grit your teeth and throw your head back against ego’s shoulder, much to his delight. “...nngh-!”

your pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him with all it has. it feels like something deep inside your stomach is exploding, and heat grips you all over. your nerves all feel as if they’ve been lit on fire. pleasure floods your brain as your pussy quivers and throbs. you hate that it feels good, a pleasure so blinding that your vision spins and it feels like you’re losing your center of gravity. any lingering strength escapes from your body as you shamelessly orgasm all over the cock that’s stuffed deep inside you, your walls fluttering all around his length and drooling around it as if it's the most delicious thing your cunt has felt. 

even as your high consumes you entirely, ego continues to fuck his hips upwards into you, threatening to break your body in half over his dick. you let out an incoherent cry, thrashing weakly against his frame. “n-nooo… d-don’t…!”

he laughs, his voice raspy and evil. “you came, didn’t you? don’t fucking lie to me. i told you i can feel everything, can’t i? that pretty little pussy of yours came from getting fucked by my cock. and to think you were going on and on about how you hated me that much… you’re not above getting dicked down, are you now? that’s what i thought… you really do look the prettiest when you’ve been fucked out like this.”

you don’t even have it in yourself to fight back against him. his cock weighs heavy inside of you, still thrusting rapidly into you despite the overstimulation that starts to claw at your weary insides. it’s too much; he’s moving too much at his own peace without any consideration as to whether or not you can fully keep up. but you don’t have any remaining fight to do anything to defend yourself, and it’s all you can do to even keep your head upright as he pistons his hips into you as if you’re his personal sex toy.

he twitches dangerously inside you, savoring the newfound tightness of your walls from fucking you straight through your orgasm. you’re sobbing softly, unable to form full thoughts and just crying out, praying that this whole thing will stop soon so you can tend to whatever remnants of your shattered psyche you can salvage. he’s close too: you can feel the way his cock throbs and shudders inside of you as he drags his inches in and out, the way his balls tense up against the curve of your ass, his ragged breathing and his muttered threats of stuffing your cunt up so full with his cum that not even contraception can save you from being marked inside and out by him.

you brace yourself. it should be over once he’s done having his fun with you.

but instead, he pauses. you peel your eyelids open at the sudden stop, and you gasp when he leans forward in the seat he has you trapped in between. he’s still buried deep inside you, his cockhead pressed up dangerously against the entrance to your womb, but he reaches for the controls of his monitor.

you know better than to think he has anything good in mind by reaching for his technology. but ego is faster, smarter, in all ways better at thinking a step ahead of you, and after pressing a button, he quickly traps you in between his long limbs to keep you from moving. you whimper pathetically, your legs spread out to reveal your stretched out cunt being continuously speared on his dick.

“shhhh,” he chuckles, the maniacal gleam in his eyes twinkling with an unmatched madness. horror swirls again inside of your gut when you hear the mechanic whirring of a camera, and your fears are confirmed when the giant camera lens atop his many desktop monitors swings towards the two of you, seemingly focusing straight onto your fucked out, restrained form, getting fucked out helpessly like some scene straight out of a porno.

in another move of faux affection, he kisses the shell of your ear. “letting you get off with only getting creampied is too predictable, don’t you agree? just you wait, my filthy girl… in a few seconds, that camera is going to display everything we’re doing to the entire facility… those hungry, hungry boys are going to see you bouncing up and down on my cock, and they’re going to see every second of me filling up that little hole of yours with my cum.”

you don’t want to accept this ridiculous truth. this has to be a bad dream, a manifestation of your nightmares that you just can’t wake up from, and yet the painful aches at your thighs and inside your pussy tell you otherwise. this is the reality you’re trapped in, and you can’t run away from it.

“you’ll be all mine forever,” ego whispers as the cameras buzz to life, sealing your fate entirely. “i just have to make sure the entire world knows it.”

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[angelltheninth]

Putting on a Show

Pairing: Jinpachi Ego x Fem!Reader x Yoichi Isagi

Tags: nsfw, smut, locker room sex, free use, voyeurism, rough sex, praise kink, humiliation, degradation, name-calling, being recorded, hair pulling (for Reader), Reader being used by the BLLK Team

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: Don't know how this came to be but it seemed appealing.

The locker room echoed with the sounds of Isagi's hips meeting yours as you held onto his jersey for dear life, your legs shakingly wrapped around him for leverage. This wasn't the first time you did this with him but you could tell how he was still just as enthusiastic as the first.

You tried very hard to focus on him but you couldn't help but look at the camera in the corner. You knew he was watching you, he always was. It was both annoying and arousing. You shut your eyes tight and turned to kiss Isagi's neck, "You're doing so good. Make me come again." Emboldened by your words Isagi sped up his thrusts, the slapping of his balls against you echoing through the room. "That's a good boy."

"Oh... fuck!" He buried his cock deep inside you, giving you every drop of his cum, "Shit, you're milking me dry." And you would do it again. Next time. "Uh, made a mess."

He was so damn cute in his post nut haze, "Don't you worry about that. It's what showers are for."

"I guess." Carefully he pulled out of you, your pussy already missing the shape. "Wanna hop in with me?" His grin made your heart flutter, but alas you had other things to attend to. The knowledge of what it was made your body tingle all over again.

"Maybe next time." You briefly kissed him on the lips, fixed your panties and clothes and bid him goodbye, "Oh, and Isagi..." You paused at the door, "Good work."

"Good work." Ego commented when you closed the door behind you. His office always looked small due to the amount of lit up screens but it was actually pretty spacious. "His stamina is improving a great deal. When I first met him I wouldn't have guessed he'd be a star player in only a few years. Although motivation certainly helps."

Ego's eyes turned to you, as did his chair, his eyes scanning over your body. The way he looked at you made you squirm, made you feel on display even more then being in front of the camera. The feeling spread warmly through your body, setting between your legs. His smile, wide and knowing, spreading wider as he approached and circled around you only made you more anxious for his touch. So much so that him tracing his fingers over your throat was enough to make you moan.

"You worked very hard today. Time for me to give you a reward of your own." The sound of his zipper already had you spreading your legs and leaning your hands against the control panels, "You just got fucked and you're ready for more. Just like a bitch should be." His hands hiked up your skirt and lowered your panties, "Hm, his cum is still here. Not to worry, I'll make this slutty cunt remember who owns it." Without warning he pushed his throbbing, hard length inside of you, "This is my cocksleeve. I might let you get borrowed from time to time but you are mine."

"Yours. I'm yours Ego. No matter what. No matter who fucks me. I'm all yours." You let your mouth fall open, the little sounds fell out of your mouth in wonton pleasure, liquid heat dripping down Ego's balls when he'd push in and out.

"That's exactly right. You're a free use slut out there. A stress release fucktoy." The screen in front of you flashed, showing the video of Isagi fucking you. "A whore to motivate them." The screen flashed again, this time showing Bachira having you bend over one of the benches and hammering his dick inside of you. "A slutty reward for a job well done." Next it was Kunigami fucking your tits, his face flushed red. Then Barou, using you as a pussypocket. Next, sucking off Nagi while Reo came inside of you. "Even with all of that. You. Belong. To. Me."

Close, you were getting so close. Having Ego fuck you without mercy, calming you while showing what a slut you were, it was sending you over the edge fast, "Ego, please! Please, please, please!" You were getting dizzy, your sensitive, well fucked pussy on the verge of coming again.

"You sound pretty when you beg for it. I suppose I did promise a reward rather then a punishment." His long fingers fisted into your hair and made you look up at the footage, except this time if was of this room, of Ego fucking you, clamming you. You lost it, you backed into his cock, feeling like you were coming every time your ass smacked against him, "Little slut, enjoying watching yourself be used, this pussy being fucked by my dick. I finally made you into a proper free use whore. My whore. Mine."

Warm, thick cum flooded your abused pussy walls, Ego's orgasm feeding into yours and vice versa until you slumped down, sliding off his cock and turning around, chest heaving as it was painted white by stray drops of cum.

"Good work. You put on a good show for me. You always do." He praised as he patted your cheek. He didn't put his pants back on, just sat back into his chair and patted his lap. Like a dog, or maybe a bitch, you crawled towards him, leaving a white trail of cum drops behind you before crawling into his lap and curling up against his chest with a smile.

[sardonic-the-writer]

Since actor!mark wants attention so much...

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How about an s/o who needs to remind him om who's the boss in the relationship

- [|87

Hah! Actor? Being put in his place? I hope you mean above all others becuase that's the only place he's going to be!

...is what the man said

That was before, of cpurse; you had him tied up and whining underneath you, only responding to his pleas with crossed arms and a stony expression

You left him like that for a whole before he finally admitted who was really in charge