#jinpachi ego smut

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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…”

[gojoest]

— MDNI, f! reader, oral (m! receiving), cum eating, calls you baby

ego jinpachi loves when you suck him off. he’s addicted even — so much he can go without fucking your pussy for weeks, so much he knows the ridges of your throat like the palm of his hand. he knows you can take him well and you can take him all. hence why he pushes deeper as you nurse his length, almost using your throat as a fleshlight.

ego jinpachi loves to coax you into taking him all. sweetly spoken ‘come on, baby. take what’s yours’ seeping through his mouth as he gently tucks your hair behind your ear because the view when he’s completely flat against your face as your lips mash down into his balls must not be blocked.

ego jinpachi loves to be selfish with you. thrusting roughly into your mouth and pushing his dick as deep and as far as he can into your mouth all while grabbing your hair and grinding your face against himself. you’re so full, your lips so stretched out it almost feels like your mouth will split open. he must fill every inch until your throat snaps shut in a vacuum so when you try to push him out, you force him in deeper.

ego jinpachi loves to cum in your mouth and watch as you gulp it all down. the thought of his cum wiggling its way down to your stomach makes his cock twitch and slap against his belly, up and ready to feed you more.

[ramu-ego]

(nsfw) EROGENOUS ZONES :: xfemdom!Reader

@kisa-rae oh I'm gonna include Ego in this but also totes exploiting your man in this one ♡ - askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, sexual themes word count: sloppy character headcanons character(s): Jinpachi Ego, Gin Gagamru, Hyoma Chigiri, Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

NECK NECK NECK NECK-

why else do you think it's shaved so neatly all the time?

the nape of this man's neck is his mortal weakness in every life he's ever been born into

just so you understand....it's his neck

kisses on the back of his neck while he's working, eating or literally anything else will immediately turn this man on

absolutely weak for things to happen behind him and simply scrape your nails up his shave or curl your fingers around his throat just to rub your thumbs up the back of his neck has him dropping whatever is in his hand

this extends generally to his shoulders, his ears, running your fingers through his hair too

kiss the back of his neck and you better expect to have the rest of the day off because he's not letting you tease him

take care of this man's needs or he'll make it your problem if you kiss on him like that or touch him in general

CURSED BONUS: his ankles, his feet in general are a ticklish but kiss or touch his ankles during intimate moments is as bad as kissing the back of his neck

thighs

THIGHS FOR DAYS

grip them, squeeze them, kiss them, bite them; literally any touch on this man's thighs is the express button to fucking

you just going to be cute and tuck your hand in his thighs when you're sitting out on a beautiful winter day?

think again he's hard the second your fingers curl into the thickest part of his thigh

straddling and grinding on his thighs are just as much of a rush for him as it is for you

has a preference for his inner thighs to be touch but there's a secret second spot if you grab right under his ass leaves him weak in the knees

cover em in hickies by the way it's his favorite trophy to wear into the locker room

CURSED BONUS: the space right between his shoulder blades, he can't touch it but if you drag your fingers down it during sex he will almost always blow his load

most the time they're covered but...EARS

ear lobes to be more precise in fact

why else do you think he keeps them covered all the time?

talking/whispering/kissing around his ears is a surefire way to remind Chigiri that he can still paint the inside of his pants with cum

absolutely loathes being tickled for the most part but his ears are on another level

that level is connected straight to his dick and no matter what he cannot avoid it

especially fond of dirty talk in the most hushed voice you can manage

nasty words and your breath tickling his ear can take any situation from tepid to steamy

CURSED BONUS: the back of his legs are nearly as ticklish as his ear but grope them firmly to get the best reaction, preferably while he's on his stomach so he can't get away from you

HIS MID SECTION

from his navel to the small of his back, a complete 360 around that toned core and you will find Rin's absolutely most sensitive area

special dedication to right under his belly button or right above his butt will have him drooling in no time

this is why massages are doubly dangerous for him

touch or tickle doesn't matter bc your hands on his waist makes Rin loose his fucking mind even on a good day

kiss the small of his back while he's face down and this pro will curse you out until he can't breath because he came all over what's under him

grip his sides while he's on his back and watch him utterly go some place else for a good five seconds because of it

CURSED BONUS: his scalp is ridiculous and playing with his hair without giving him more will in fact create the crankiest brat in the world

this lazy shit's cliche but with a twist

THAT NECK but you need to do more than just kiss it

tickling kisses and light touches are alright but throw in a little roughness around the edges to how you do it and that's got him putting down the phone

if Nagi's sitting down and you casually slip your fingers around the back of his neck (even if it's innocent while you tell him or Reo something) he will immediately put the game down

we're talking full on trained dog behavior

rub your thumb over the side of his neck if you're just casually resting your hand there and he can't focus

yes he will expect you to notice when he's dead silent and not looking at his phone screen if you happened to touch his neck

choking him is on an entirely different level for this man

CURSED BONUS: his hair and no that's not exactly his scalp it means his actual hair, twirl it around your fingers and give it a tug leaves him like a mutt on a leash ready to follow you

Reo will adamantly deny this but also demand said touch in the greediest of ways when you do

nothing compares to this man's NIPPLES

his chest in general is overly sensitive compared to most people

the area around his nipple, under his breast, the sides leading up to his armpits, all of it will and does make him squirm

exceptionally fond of faint touches that are drawn around the area in question

safe to say his areolas might in fact be the most sensitive thing on him and a light touch has him begging shamelessly in thirty seconds or less

CURSED BONUS: not far off from his bingo card, this man's under arm/armpits send him to dizzying new heights if you touch them right

[yuichi-ro]

jinpachi ego x fem!Reader

cw: third perosn POV, plus size!Reader, sub!Reader, dom!Ego, established relationship, watersports, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, cervix fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, unedited word count: 2k

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠, 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄

With a grin curling itself on his face as each finger swished in tandem against the velvety walls of her spasming core, Jinpachi couldn't help lick his lips at the sight. Held before him, not in his palm but writhing on his fingers as they stirred emotions and pleasure from her in a single get go. He kept his greed close to him as his ego grew in size at the mere pathetic sight standing above him. A firm grip on her thigh to stabilize her erratic hips from moving too far away from him. He would decide when she could move. And when she'd experience pure bliss.

"Is that all?" He tone short, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose only to shift on his face when he looked up at her, "Well?" A forceful thrust into her core meant the woman's moan was ripped from her lips before she even realized it. A beautiful noise but not the answer he was looking for.

"No no no! It's not-" Her breathing hitched when both pads of his fingers pressed towards the back near her cervix in a total one eighty of how he had them. Those longer fingers long since tapping away at the keyboard in front of him. Now wrapped in comfort and warmth as he took his time fingering her up to this point of insanity. Sending a shiver right up her spine leading to her needing to grip his shoulders for dear life when her legs wanted to give out on her. Half lidded eyes shrouded in nothing but pure animalistic pleasure were cast down on him as he slowed his fingers and she was able to get another few words in, "Your- Fuck- I have to pee- You keep-"

Not an ounce of hesitation in his fluid motions. Those fingers that ravaged her core once again made the woman above him form a death grip on his shoulders and wiggle her hips as she so clearly struggled to stay standing on her feet above him like such. Crooked grin on his face Jinpachi leaned in and licked up the stretch marks on her thigh before slowing his fingers again, "You'll piss yourself? All over my hand like this? Over my fingers? Please-" His smile curled up to his ears and without warning he twisted his wrist so those same finger pads that had brushed against her cervix now threatened the very spot that would make her warning a reality, "Don't give me such an ego boost."

His word play earned a glare but that was short lived. He puppeted her pleasure like it was second nature to him. Curling his fingers against her bladder in the fleeting enjoyment of each lewd noise that made it past her lips. Growing in noise and in disgust for such a sight. He reveled in it without a care if his coworker was dumb enough to not heed his warning about quality time with his wife. It was in his contract after all, that he got the free time to do exactly as he pleased without interruptions.

"Jinpachi-" The weak excuse of a plea broke him from his enjoyment of the midday frolic. Above him the face of a woman at her limit. One he loved to be the cause of. And as she clenched and fought off the advancing pleasure, he was about to show her just how wonderful bullying his contract with Blue Lock was for the both of them.

"Do it." He demanded with a quickening of his fingers plunging inside her.

"W-What-?" 

Jinpachi licked his lips asserting he knew her body better than she did at this very moment. Refusing to let up on his fingering, abusing the parts of her that made her twist his shirt and whine his name. Pressing his lips to the stretch marks scattered across her belly as he somehow got them deeper within her without letting up on the pressure on her bladder, "Do it." He mumbled against her belly, "Piss down my arm. Absolute filthiness of it all. I want to feel it."

Drowning in his words as well as his actions she still struggled to hold onto sanity and the one thing eating away at her, "But the clean up-" 

"I don't care-" Jinpachi snapped. Reaching to gather the closest pile of his dirty laundry he'd yet to kick out of the way. Puzzling her but not letting her think as he didn't stop his fingers. Until there was a pile of his own clothes under both of them as well as scooting closer under her, "I'll make someone else clean it up. Won't tell anyone- It's not our job after all. So do it. Piss down my arm. Be a good girl for me."

That was it. He did know her body better than she did. Each second that was a struggle somehow only made the gush of liquid all that much more arousing. Fighting it to the bitter end even after he demanded it. Jinpachi curled his fingers just a bit more against her bladder and won the struggle between the two of them. 

The warm liquid immediately made his fingers squelch when he pushed them inside her through it. He saw no reason to let up on it. Fingering her just as fervently as he had been up to this point. Getting what he wished for as her thighs jiggled and trembled as the pleasure his fingers gave her skittered up and down her spine and throughout her entire body. Belly sucking in a choking breath as the waterfall of piss rolled down his pale arms. Quick to soak into the rolled up bit of his black work shirt. And overflowing from there. Until it endlessly streamed down his arm and dripped onto the dirty laundry under the both of them just as he planned. A light sprinkle turned into the woman above him letting everything out as she gasped for a breath and was left trembling in pleasure until the last droplet of piss rolled down the twitching tendons of his forearm. 

"Sit down." Jinpachi demanded without context except for the quick removal of his fingers the second she stopped peeing.

"Wait- Hold on I-" She protested only for the simple fact she was trying to recover from whatever the hell he'd just done to her. It wasn't for long though as he didn't blink an eye using his piss covered hands to grab her wrists and urge her down to him. 

In the haze of the only thing that could be explained as an orgasm, she hadn't noticed how quickly he'd unzipped and pulled down his pants. Realizing what he really meant by sit when Jinpachi had her lean into his chest just so he could reach down and position himself at her piss soaked entrance. And if his fingers hadn't been enough to unearth every overly sensitive nerve in her cunt, the quick push of his cock deep within her twitching walls reawoken the maddening pleasure he'd held above her head the entire time he fingered her. 

"Fuck..." The first hiss of pleasure from the man under her. Facade nowhere near cracking though. Jinpachi forced her into his chest as both hands encircled her sides and spread her ass apart so she was forced to sit down on every inch of his aching cock. His own shaken breath filled his lungs when Jinpachi rutted up into her soaked insides. Piss and slick mixed together to make it that much easier to push his cock right up against his mark. 

A twitch of his cock against her cervix and Jinpachi groaned when she tucked her face in his neck. Almost like relief. And with the growing scent of piss emanating from under them as well as staining their skin together. Both of them didn't stop there. His hands held her hips down when she sat up a little. Jinpachi relaxing back in the clusterfuck of dirty clothes to admire the sight above him. Wasting that little time before bucking his hips up into her just to see the twisted contorted face of pleasure so easily cock drunk on him after all these years.

"F-Fuck-" She exhaled through clenched teeth while dragging her fingers down his clothed chest, "Fuck you." Said with a smile and no real authority behind it. They both couldn't stop grinning at one another before Jinpachi took it a step further.

Rutting deep as he could manage. Using her weight to his advantage. He loved the soft squishiness of her core spasming around him. Just as wonderful as he thought it would be if she'd let loose a little. The retired soccer player felt her tense above him at the same moment a tightness crept into his belly. He'd really only have one shot at this. But a man with so much ego had little to doubt about himself.

Fucking her above him. Jinpachi needed to tell her to do little. Doing so on her own as she reached down to find her piss soaked clit. Slimy with juices and the little bit of pee that still clung to her. She had no qualms about rubbing herself to the rhythm of his strokes. Untouched clit begging for this attention after Jinpachi purposely neglected her bud of nerves for such a long time. And then to force her to cum vaginally like this. It was something only an egotistical maniac could manage. Along with the next one building inside her with each gasp that passed her lips. 

"Jinpachi- Fuck- Fuck I can't- I-" Babbling nonesense did not slow his thrusts. In fact that only made him hold on to the way his cock curved right in at the perfect moment each time their hips met. 

It couldn't last. And it wouldn't.

"S-Shit-" Dark eyes rolling to the back of his head for a moment of pure bliss. Jinpachi took what was his when he slammed his hips up into her. Orgasm exploding in his own senses. And fucking her right through that as cum drooled out around his cock with each spurt deeper inside. She only needed those handful of more strokes before another orgasm took her as well. Dryer than the one before. But twice as violent. The erratic rubbing of her clit assured how tight her walls got around his cock. Milking him of every last drop cum. What wasn't gooey around his cock as his thrusts slowed, was pushed up deeper into her as the last little bits of their orgasm finished. 

Piss and cum stained work clothes under both of them. Jinpachi didn't let her get a word in edgewise at what had just happened as a hand came behind her head and pulled her down to him. Kiss as raunchy as the sex they just had. He kissed her hard until she gave way to moans and his greed of sucking on her tongue as she wiggled and couldn't even think straight. Still throbbing after such an orgasm. His cock still inside her, no help. When she was finally able to break away from his siren like spell, all that waited for her was a grin. 

"What?" He pushed her down on his cock and enjoyed the bit of fucked out bliss that still crossed her face.

Fistful of laundry as she held herself up above him, she shook her head still trying to recoup from the very first orgasm, "Don't what me, you ass."

Jinpachi snaked his hands up her thighs and didn't hesitate to have his hands on her tits when he squeezed them with a grin, "Wanna go again?"

With filth under both of them. And a long deserved bath after this bullshit he pulled. There was no reason in ending the fun early anyways, "Sure." She said, wiggling herself on his cock and watching the partially overstimulated man roll his head back in bliss, "But you're picking this up."

Eyes closed Jinpachi still couldn't stop grinning, "If it'll benefit me, I'll do anything."

[anomaly-hivemind]

Is this Enough || No. 6 w/Jinpachi Ego/ Gn reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: dubcon, frottage, dry humping, Slight public scene.

Word Count: 745

Ego and you were watching the teams play an overly intense game of soccer ball. Ego has been inching closer to you as the game went on. By the time the games half time he was up against you, sitting in the chair making it uncomfortable for the both of you. To make yourself more comfy you get up and just sit in his lap, not wanting to sit in his old chair because it was far too uncomfortable for your back.

Ego wraps his arms around you and hugs you slightly. The game was going smoothly, no yellow or red cards given. Ego’s hold on you was getting a bit tighter as you shifted a bit in his lap. His face was pressed against your back as if he was breathing in your scent. It was a little odd in your opinion but you don't really care too much. He knew that if you were uncomfortable you would tell him.

As the time went on you felt him pull you further back on his lap. The slight shuffle of his hips makes you jump and you try to look back at him without turning your head. Ego seemed to be paying more attention to you than the game on the screen in front of them. It almost made you squirm a bit in his lap.

Ego moved his hip upward for a moment, a disguise with him moving to get more comfortable in the chair. Then he goes still for a few minutes, then he would repeat his ‘hip adjustments,’ make you confused.

“Do you want me to move?” you tilt your head to look back at him.

“No, you're fine. I want you to stay right where you are.” He said quickly, his breath fanning your ear.

“If you say so.” you turn back to the soccer game, the opposing team had just made a score.

He leaned into you to watch the game with a large smile on his face. He rolled his crotch against your ass, and you shiver. Did he do that on purpose you couldn’t quite tell, but then he did it again a few minutes later. It was odd but you didn’t say anything on it since you were watching the game and you were bound to move around when you were both sitting in the same chair.

Your legs began to cramp so you shifted your weight trying to find a more comfortable position when you felt it. Hard and warm. Your face flushed with color and your body grew stiff.

“Um Ego… maybe I should move,” you are getting ready to get up but he pulls you back firmly on his lap, pressing you right on top of his erection.

“No, you’re going to stay right here,” his face rested on your shoulder and you could hear how his breath seemed to be getting heavier.

“But what if someone walks in, the door is unlocked” you turn your head to look at him, Ego leans closer and kisses you. Just a peck that lasted a few seconds and had you wanting another by the quick time it ended.

“It's fine, no one is coming in here. “ Ego thrusted his hip into you, a small yelp escaped your mouth.

“Anri is supposed to be back from her conference in less than twenty minutes,” said as he moved his cloth cock rubbing against your rear more and more frequently. He rocked his hips more actively, his breath getting shorter and heavier. There was no paying attention to the game at this point anymore.

Ego seemed to have found an angle that was making him feel just right because he was holding you in a tighter grip than before. His glasses were out of place on his face, lopsided on him.

“Fucking hell.” Ego let out a groan as his hips rocked at a constant pace, you could feel the way his cock strained against his pants. Even with the way it twitched under your ass cheeks and you couldn't help but let out a sigh because his movements felt good. You could tell he was going to come any second now.

His hips sputter and he lets out a shaky moan, hip thrust changed to grinding against you . He was rubbing on you until he came down from his high with a breathy pant .

[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

[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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[ilyluffy]

𝒮𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟 ~ 𝒪𝒩

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐬

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: sae itoshi + ryusei shidou + oliver aiku + jinpachi ego

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, established relationship, nudes/lewd videos, slut shaming, masturbation, implied sex, phone sex {more warnings under the cut}

tokyo revengers edition {pt.1} {pt.2} — {obey me edition}

{one piece edition} — {genshin impact edition}

𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, established relationship, nudes, slut shaming, implied sex

sae’s in his team’s lockroom when he gets a text from you asking when he’s going to be home. he assures you that he’s just gotten out of the shower and that he’d be leaving soon. the shower portion peaks your interest. sae scoffs at how shameless you are when you ask for a nude of his freshly cleaned body. despite how much he calls you a needy slut in his next message, you eventually receive what you asked for. you feel a shiver rub up your spine when you stare down at the steamy mirror photo of a naked sae. with that he swears he’ll fuck you the moment he walked through the door since you’re obviously SO desperate for him. this becomes routine after that. whenever sae finished at practice he’d send you a nude and a promise to use your body to blow off whatever adrenaline he had left when he got home.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, established relationship, teasing, nudes/lewd vids, masturbation

ryusei is such a tease. he likes to send you things when he knows you’re out in public or with other people. without warning he’ll start off by sending you voice notes to him moaning your name. you immediately have to run for privacy somewhere to listen to it. next you’ll get a picture of him gripping his cock and if he’s feeling especially generous, ryusei will film a little video for you. your eyes go wide when you click play on the vid and witness ryusei stroking himself. of course the noises he’s making are loud and obnoxious. a few seconds later he’s cumming in his hand just for you. it’s perverted and absolutely shameless but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t get you excited. “come home already” ryusei texts you once the shows over. “you don’t expect me to make myself cum again, do you?”.

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, established relationship, nudes, masturbation, phone sex

oliver hated going away for games for a multitude of reasons. one, because he genuinely missed you and didn’t like leaving you alone. two, because he always got ridiculously horny. cumming by his own hand was nothing compared to how good you made oliver feel. there was no other way to deal with how pent up he was then sending you cheeky nudes. it was usually of him laying back in his hotel bed, gripping his dick. of course you were lonely yourself while oliver was on his trips so you can’t help but whimper when you see the cock you missed so much. with this in mind, there was no way you can say no when oliver suggests calling him for a bit of phone sex right afterward. maybe hearing each others voice would allow you both to get off.

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐄𝐆𝐎

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, established relationship, nudes, masturbation

ego doesn’t really get why you’d want nudes but he tries sending them anyway when you ask. when you get the photo is undeniably a little awkward. the phone is being held at a weird angle as he snaps a photo of himself teasing the tip of his cock in one of the mirrors in his room. despite being able to see how messy ego’s bedroom is there’s things to be admired in his first attempt of a nude. those things being his pretty length that was begging for release and the slight blush that was costing ego’s cheeks. ego is a little embarrassed when he gets excited when you praise him for how good he looks in the picture. trying to hide how flustered he is, he sends you a blunt text back. “okay now you have to send one back. it’s only fair since you made me do this”.

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[ph4ngz]

Can I request how ego fucks??

I have a feeling he’s whipped for the reader and super obsessed so he gets pussy drunk easily

*GASP* YES ANON OMG EGO IS MY FAV

(I hope you don't mind, but I thought about this loads and I came to the conclusion that this is probably how he fucks... as much as I love to imagine he'd be whipped, I wanna do these totally realistic yk?)

Ego Jinpachi fucks you with stubborn dismissal. You know how the guy is, utterly infatuated with soccer and alllll it's entails. How can he ever have time for something as unnecessary as sex when there's already so much on his football themed plate? Well, those are his words. "Can't you see I'm busy? I dont have time for anything... libertine, if you will." he'll mumble all tired and googly-eyed with you in his lap, a slender hand coming to gently push your head to the side so he can continue assessing his unpolished gems through a screen. You'll never take any notice of those words as your fingers pop each button of his shirt, so tantalisingly slow that you wonder if he'll ever let you see his growing impatience. If there's one thing the man hates, it's waiting for longer than he should. But no, he'll remain silent no matter how bad it irks him.

You'll eventually have his pants dragged halfway down his bouncing legs, not yet having heard a single word of protest against your sensual touch traversing the expanse of his chest, nor the feeling of your hot cunt squeezing the length of his dick. Oh, which will always be rock hard for your blissful treatment. Even when his breathing is heavy, even when his length is jolting inside of you, even when his long arms snake around your waist to keep himself grounded... he will not admit to his own pleasure, doesn't matter the circumstances. "Go... nngh... away..." he'll push you aside again, not meaning anything by it, whilst you relentlessly bounce up and down with a knowing smile.

You'll know exactly when he's close to cumming, because he starts to lose control of the way his body reacts to you. You can go as far as asking him directly if he's close, he'll just shrug you off. Lips forming an O shape and twitchy fingers continuously pressing backspace to delete all the countless misspellings you've just caused him in an email. And when he does cum, he loves hates it. "Shut up, shut up, shut. up." as he's trying so hard not to hump into you like a fucking animal, picturing the shit-eating grin that's probably plastered on your face.

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[sg-l]

fingering him on the clock because wasting personal time when he could collect a pay check and be fucking himself stupid on your fingers is simply too much of a temptation to ignore ♡

gojo, DAZAI, TOJI, Kisaki, Hanma, Ango, BRAM, EGO, Mushitarou

[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."

[bllk-after-dark]

egoist.

pairing. ego jinpachi x female!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, reader is female but no pronouns used, cockwarming, teasing, mean!dom ego, vaginal sex

Ego is mean. Truly egoistic, his last name oh so fitting of his character. 

He’s mean because you’ve been sitting on his dick what feels for hours to you, trying to keep silent while you sit on his lap. Head hung low, your arms barely keeping you up and leaning dangerously forward, your naked chest almost pressed against the high technology table. Your legs are spread; the skirt you wore has long been discarded and his fingers ghost over your clit, brushing and pressing while humming over what he sees. He’s ignoring you, ignoring how you’re desperate, desperate to finally cum, to finally start moving but he keeps you in place while your pussy quivers around his cock. Everything feels so wet, so nasty to you, sweat running down your back, your thighs shaking, pussy dripping, thoughts spinning-

You throw your head back, a choked moan escaping your lips as he finally thrusts into you, only once but it lets you see stars. 

“Jin- Jin, please, oh, please-” you start begging, babbling without even hearing what you’re saying, but he just hums, arm sneaking around your waist and keeping you in place. Tears fill your eyes as he denies you again, pleasure thrumming and pulsing beneath your skin, while his breath ghosts over your shoulder. A hand starts wandering and he starts to grope you, the one tit in his big hands feeling as if it’s on fire and you think you’re dying when he pinches your nipple. 

You’ve been sitting on his lap, on his cock, for too long now; everything is too much and not enough. He’s punishing you, the sick pleasure of torturing you keeping him painfully hard in you and you just wish, you wish he finally- 

He doesn’t. He continues to keep you on his lap, his long fingers playing your body like a fiddle and you can’t help but let him do it. You try to move away, but your body doesn’t listen to you, leaning closer towards him, closer to the pleasure, no matter how small it is. You lean your head on his shoulder, try to fixate your gaze on his face but tears blur your vision and another sob wracks through your body. 

It only gets worse when he starts commenting about his unpolished gems, his diamonds in the rough and seemingly forgets about you. Forgets your dripping pussy, forgets how you clench around him, forgets the tears running down your face. It pains you, pains you when he ignores you, not only because you crave his attention but it has been so long already, so long you’ve been sitting here, so long you’ve been a good girl. Was it not enough? Were you not enough- 

Before your thoughts could spiral, before your choked down whimpers transformed into sobs, he manhandles your body, pressing you on the table and finally moving. 

“Now, now, no need to cry, my little treasure…” 

He’s still not moving, but his hands are on your back, slowly pushing you, wandering across your feverish skin. You’re trying to hold something, trying to stand on your legs, but everything feels like jelly, your limbs limp and mind hazy. Tears are running down your cheeks, your mouth open, but you don’t even realize it because then- there- he finally- 

Ego finally moves, a deep thrust, jolting your body forward and making your pussy gush. 

“Oh, there- right there,” escapes your mouth, words nothing more but squeals, accompanied by high pitched moans and whines. 

You continue to sob, to babble and take him, take his cock and his insults, those harsh whispered words and gripping hands. You’re close, oh so close and he knows it, fucking you only harder, faster, his hands bruising your waist. You chant his name, beg him for more, beg him to not stop and finally he listens to you, his hips not stopping, his cock in your pussy hitting all the right places and then- 

With a scream you finally come, your whole body seizing and shuddering, cunt tightening and head dropping with a thud on the table. Harsh pants leave your mouth, all while you drool over Ego’s holy high-tech equipment, spread out with your tits pressed against the cool surface and the man who just ruined you standing behind you. 

“There you are,” he chuckles, leaning back as if pulling out of your addicting warmth but then he thrusts back in, slowly picking  the pace up again and you try to twist away. 

You’re still too sensitive, the pleasure almost paining but he doesn’t care. He gave you what you wanted and now he will take what he wants. 

And you can do nothing but lay there and take it. 

anne. we will not talk about this. never. this was written out of pure spite and will forever be my sin. please don't ask me abt it, thank you.