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strawchocoberry · 10 months

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YOUR LIPS LOOK LONELY, I CAN FIX THAT

୨୧ featuring: shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, itoshi sae, noel noa, michael kaiser x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, face sitting, orgasm denial, edging, multiple orgasms, spanking, degradation kink, dacryphilia, pet names

୨୧ synopsis: you take your rightful seat on their face and let them ruin your cunt

ଘ wc: 2.1k

ʚ SHIDOU RYUSEI ɞ

Everything was plain and simple with him. He wants it, he got it. No matter what you said, all your words fell into a brick wall. In the end, he would get his way with you, having you do exactly as he wanted you to. There was something in him, something in that horny demon, that made all your hesitations vanish into thin air. Just like right now that you were on your knees on top of the couch with Shidou making a feast out of your soaked cunt. His tongue drove you crazy, reaching deep inside you, making your thighs tremble and almost crush his skull. Even if you ended up smashing his head, he wouldn’t give two flying fucks about it.

He was brutal, violent and aggressive, fucking your cunt with his tongue like a beast. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, pinching and slapping them every once in a while. Your sweet whiny moans turned him on, making him obsessed with the electricity that ran through his entire body. “S-Shidou… Slow down… Please…” you begged, only for him to outrageously condemn your pleas. His biting your inner thigh caused you to whine from the slight stinging pain.

“Stay put and let me do my work, slut,” he cursed. He launched attack after attack on your assaulted cunt, having you cum on his face a couple times. Yet his sexual desires were still far from being quenched. And even after all that, you were still pathetically begging him to show you some mercy, cheeks stained from tears and ruined mascara. Shidou found that amusing, your pleas only driving him into ravaging your cunt more. Your thighs were filled with his marks; bruises, bites, scratches.

It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help it. You were just too good a temptation for him, forcing him to sin for a taste of your sweet nectar. He didn’t hate it, he could never hate it. He sadistically kept pushing you to your limits. Every time you claimed you couldn’t continue, he proved you wrong. You might have been cursing him, but you secretly loved it. And he knew it.

ʚ OLIVER AIKU ɞ

You tried to remember how you got yourself in this situation. One moment you’re being an insufferable brat, demanding his attention at all costs. You kept pestering him, when he had clearly told you that he wasn’t done with his daily exercise routine. And the next moment Oliver has you sitting on his face, giving in to your pleads. “This is your punishment for acting all bratty,” he explained, running a long lick on your folds, before taking his time abusing your clit. You tried to stop him, but soon enough he had you a babbling little mess, moaning his name in-between incoherent words. His tongue leisurely explored your inner world, penetrating your cunt and sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body.

Your hands gripped tightly onto each side of the training bench, your legs almost giving in to the pleasure Oliver was mercilessly showering you with. His bulky arms were supporting your legs, keeping them in place to give him the best view on the house. He would retreat for mere seconds, just enough to take a deep breath, before throwing himself back to your drenched folds. You were lost, the only thing on your mind was his sinister tongue driving you past the edge of insanity. “I-It-It’s too much… T-Too much…” you cried, your breath hitching on your throat. “I-I… I-I cannot—”

The only thing making your situation a living hell was Oliver denying you over and over again. When he had first mentioned that this was a sort of punishment, you weren’t sure what he meant exactly. You enjoyed it, which you shouldn’t. He could feel you were close, thus picked up his pace. And then, nothing. He backed away, panting hard with a devilish smirk on his lips. You had lost count of how long this was going on, how many orgasms you had been denied. “Don’t lie to me, baby.” He kissed your abused cunt. “I know you can hold on a little longer. Pretty please~”

He was riling you up again, soaking his lips in your sweet liquor that made him drunk. He was savouring every little jolt of your body whenever his tongue penetrated your hole, every honeyed moan and every grumpy whine that escaped your lips. “Oli… Ver… Please… I want to… Cum…” you begged. You sounded desperate and you were. Just the thought of him edging you to your orgasm only to sadistically leave you needy for release tormented your being. Your body wasn’t going to last any longer of his cruelty. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, finally feeling your orgasm hitting you. Oliver ate you out through all of it, not letting a single drop of your slick go to waste.

ʚ ITOSHI SAE ɞ

He might have been the one to ask you to sit on his face, but he was surprised when you agreed. Despite the blunt expression on his face, you knew he was secretly happy you had obliged to his request. And oh you were so glad you had agreed. Holding onto the headboard tightly, you let him do whatever he pleased. His arms were resting on your waist, occasionally sliding down to squeeze your ass. But the thing that had your legs trembling on each side of his head was that wicked tongue of his which was swimming freely in your wetness.

Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back your moans. Not when he was licking long, flat stripes one after the other on your cunt. Not when he was using his tongue to play with your clit as he deemed fit. And definitely not when he was moaning in your cunt, making your whole body electrify by the sensation. Sae wasn’t rushing and that irritated you. You wanted to move your hips faster, yet his arms were bruisingly holding you in place. The only thing you could do now was hang on tight and await for the play he had made to unravel.

You screamed when his tongue caught you off guard and penetrated your velvety walls. His arms rocked your body on his lips, throwing you on a loop of endless pleasure. He moaned at the way you creamed on his tongue, his ears blessed by your melodic lust laced voice. Your nails were dug into the headboard and you wouldn’t let go, afraid that your body might collapse from the pure blissfulness of your lightheadedness. “Fuck… I-I’m close…” you moaned breathlessly.

His hands cupped your ass cheeks, spreading them, giving him even better access to send you to cloud nine. You were lost in a trance, your body trembling from him making you cum. He guided your hips, helping you ride his face through your orgasm. You were crying and moaning his name, experiencing a high like never before. You grabbed a handful of his hair and made him look at you. He seemed pleased by your tear stained cheeks, heavy breathing and long lost voice. “Don’t even dream of moving away. I’m not done.”

ʚ NOEL NOA ɞ

You hadn’t quite understood what he meant when he told you that a snack would help his mind relax from the hectic amount of logical thoughts. So, when he expressed his desire to eat you out, you blankly stared at him, but complied nevertheless. Sitting on the edge of his bed, slightly holding your lower body up by supporting yourself with your arms firmly on it, he sat down in-between your legs. The moment his lips kissed your cunt, followed by a long, fat stride, you hollered.

Every move of his tongue was precise and delivered with utmost accuracy in order to satisfy your needs. You whimpered, your drenched cunt being penetrated by his tongue. His big hands were roaming from your thighs to your waist, lifting your shirt along the way, tickling your tummy. Even so, your mind could only focus on how he ate you out, making you a soaking wet whimpering mess. “Noa… Noa…” He made you more and more needy and that pleased him. Your whimpers urged him to continue, sucking now on your clit, lollying it, throwing you in lustful waves of pleasure.

His hands left bruises on your waist, as he attempted to keep you in place. He grazed your thighs, sending shivers throughout your body. Your breathing was erratic and hectic, trying to keep up with his tongue running rampant in Noa’s home turf. There was no field the best striker in the world couldn’t conquer. And he never failed to prove himself true to his title. Even when he was eating you out. “I-I’m… Cum-Cumming…” your voice shook, as he hungrily tasted your juices, savouring every last bit of it.

You were breathing hard, chest panting up and down, as you tried to ground yourself back to earth. Noa was drawing soothing circles on your thighs, taking this chance to catch his long lost breath as well. He nuzzled his nose on your inner thigh, smirking at your little jolt of surprise. Your hand reached out and your fingers ran through his short white hair, making him hum delighted at your soft touch. Kissing your inner thigh, his eyes looked up at you. “I’m still hungry.”

ʚ MICHAEL KAISER ɞ

He ordered you to sit on his face and who were you to deny his, the emperor’s, command? Sitting on your knees on the couch, you held tightly onto the backrest, while the emperor took his sweet time savouring your delectable cunt as if it were some sort of exotic dish. His tongue would thrust into your hole forcefully when you least expected it, making you whimper, curving a smirk in his lips. His nose teasingly nuzzled against your clit, arousing you more and more, making your little cunt more sensitive to his assaults. His hands were holding onto your thighs, holding them still or guiding them to ride his face. And oh his occasional muffled moans were more than enough to make you cum on their own.

Kaiser would send you to your climax and eat you out throughout it. He would then leave kisses and bites on your inner thighs, as you enjoyed the luxury of a small moment of respite, before he was at it again. And whenever you dared raise an objection to his actions, he would slap your ass with his left hand, the thorny briars of his tattoo sinking into your skin with the stinging pain of the red hand print on your ass cheek. “Know your place,” he spat. “Shut up and take what I give you, whore.” He slapped your ass again. His tongue took you to the heavens only for his sadistic side to bring you down to the deepest parts of hell, as he kept giving you one orgasm after another.

You were a mumbling mess, meowling incoherent nonsense along with his name. Oh how pleased he was to listen to you begging him to stop, only to make you miserably cry in the end. Your legs were trembling and you could barely feel them from all your orgasms. Your little cunt was pulsating, abused and at the mercy of his tongue. You creamed more with each long stride he licked on your soft folds. You moaned with his aggressive sucking on your clit. And you screamed with the brutal thrusts of his tongue. You were holding tightly for dear life, but you could be knocked out from excessive pleasure any moment now.

“Kaiser… Please… I-I can’t…” you half-cried, half-moan your plea. He didn’t spare a single glance at you, too busy to hear your whimpery call for him. He forced the air to leave your lungs, making you gasp at the lack of it, your chest frantically moving up and down in an attempt to get the much needed oxygen. Your whole body quivered, as he showered you with lustful ecstasy. His hands cradled your hips as he had you ride his lips through your orgasm, moaning his name. Kaiser peppered your thighs with soft kisses, but you were too numb to feel it, too dumbfucked to notice it.

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bllk-after-dark · 1 year

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mein liebling, mon coeur, my love.

my darling, my heart, my love.

pairing. noel noa x gn!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, use of pet names, praise, two pet names in german & french (translation available) short work because i’m lazy

You sob and cling on him, the man who towers over you, who makes you cry on his big dick. Noa makes you whine and moan, unable to form words, fucking you hard and fast. You can only cling onto him, dragging your nails across his back and just take it. A rumble escapes his throat, deep and strong, making you shudder. It’s always too much, too much to take him, be it his fingers, his mouth or his cock. He will always make you cry, tears running down your cheek, completely blissed out, with no thoughts in your mind being able to form. Noa always makes you lose your mind, but when he starts to praise you with all those pet names he has for you…

“Mein Liebling,” he murmurs, lips close to your ear and you shiver, eyes closing, as if it will help you to hear his deep voice better.

“Mon coeur,” he whispers, lips ghosting over your body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites behind, making your skin bloom in a fierce red.

“My love”, he praises you, when your arms circle around his neck, searching for his lips, all while he continues to fuck you.

When Noel Noa fucks you, you always end up with tears running down your face, sobbing and crying, all because he fucks you how he loves you. Sweet and fast, with you in his arms.

mein Liebling. my darling

mon coeur. my heart

anne. head in hands. tall buff men just... hit different. had to get this off my chest, sorry for keeping it so short ._.

#blue lock #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock x gn reader #noel noa #noel noa x reader #noel noa x gn reader #noel noa smut #blue lock imagines #↝ anne 🏛️

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ramu-ego · 1 year

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Hiii ! How are you ? I don’t know if the event is closed but I want to request something just in case ! Can it be a noel noa x reader + mouth + nipple play please ? Thanks and have a good day !!!

I can't lie I was honestly a little excited to write this! I hope you enjoy and don't forget to drink some water! ♡

event ~ ♡ (closed) cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, nipple play, handjob, finger sucking, cum eating, unedited word count: drabble character(s): Noel Noa

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

You mouth grazing over his nipple had Noa rolling his hips up into your closed fist while your lips curled into a smile over his budding rosy nipple. Clear bead of precum drooling down the underside of his cock when you gave his base a playful squeeze just when you closed your lips around his tit. Lavishing the overly sensitive bud with your tongue while your hand worked its way back up to smear the drool of precum all over his aching tip.

Unable to keep from smiling you took a playful nip at his nipple before looking up to see his head tipped back and gold eyes shut as he basked in the wave of pleasure, "...For someone who doesn't like a lot of extra...I've never met a man with such sensitive nipples begging to be played with." Strung out on his own pleasure you didn't expect more than the grunt you got from him bubbling up in his throat. Enticed by the bob of his adam's apple. You still leaned back down to busy your mouth with his sensitive tit.

Rolling the bundle of nerves against your wet and warm tongue until another string of rumbling moans struggled to pass his pale lips. Using it as a distraction before you hand busied itself with tightening fingers curling around his shaft. Slow methodic strokes just like they'd been for the last twenty or so minutes. Each pass of your hand over his tip had the striker fighting to grapple with control over himself. Your mouth warm and inviting as he thought about it around his cock but couldn't bare to loose the sensation from his aching tits. Swallowed up in his own thoughts piling on top of one another until that tension suddenly broke free. Scattering his thoughts as Noa's thighs trembled and his stomach sunk in with one big gasp. Sent straight to the finish line when the first gooey rope of cum shot up only to land back on your fingers. Sticky white seed oozing from his slit as his cock throbbed in your hand and left your fingers coated in mess. Mouth still fussing over his nipple right to the end of his orgasm and when he finally let out the breath he'd been holding in. All of Noa relaxing in one big sigh just as you pulled your cum covered fingers and spit covered lips away from his body.

"There's no reason to let your mouth miss out on all the fun now is there baby?" You drew your cum coated fingers up to his lips. Presenting them to him like a trophy as the thickest glob of cum threatened to roll down to where your fingers met, "Open up."

Getting the chance to reveal in the sight of the world's greatest striker slurp down his cum off your fingers. Grin growing each passing second Noa got more and more into licking every last drop off your fingers. Until he was holding onto you with fingers cinched around your wrist and tongue dragging along every inch of your skin to suck his cum off them just like you told him to. Making your mouth water at the sight. Only thing to do was return your lips to those overly sensitive nipples. Watching him come undone all over again from your attention and the taste of his cum. This time not letting his second load go to waste on just your fingers and in his mouth.

#:: mini event~! ☆#:: amisuh~! ✩#bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #noel noa x reader #noel noa smut #bllk noel noa

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41kus · 1 year

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Ngl I'd want noel noa to stuff my pussy with his cock and empty his heavy balls inside me till I can't feel my legs no more

#noel noa smut #noel noa

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kaeinvy · 15 days

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contains; smut, big dicks, your fave x reader, size kink, stomach bulge, gn reader + you/your, finger sucking, thigh slapping + rubbing, fingering(m or f), creampie, 18+ / sexual content, grammar mistakes (?), not proofread

notes; gn reader !!! (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

MALES who slap your thigh, slapping the skin on you, his palm spanking it, he rubs your skin softly afterwards, spanking as he does so. His calloused hands, his has your legs on the side of his.

HE blows into your ear, his dick aches behind you, a big bulge twitching on your ass as it begs to be set free from its confinements, he very soft grinds his huge bulge against you.

HE brings his finger up to your lip, his thumb rubbing against your lips, as he puts his thumb in your mouth, your mouth wraps around his thumb. Sucking on her finger, wetting his digit with your saliva.

HE kisses your ear, his mouth on the shell of your ear, pressing his lips on it, behind your ear as well. He brings his thumb up to his mouth and licks off your saliva

HE wets his finger and brings down to your hole, his digit slowly going in you, curling his finger inside of your hole. His finger exploring your hole, bringing in another finger. Stretching your hole for his huge dick as it aches behind you.

HE grabs ahold his meaty cock, his hand gripping it as he strokes himself, using his pre-cum as lube, he fingers you while stroking his dick. He gathers some of his pre-cum and rubs it against your hole, smearing it around your hole and in you.

HE finally goes in you, filling you up with his dick, his big dick slowly going in you, tears developing in your eyes. You are only taking half of his dick, you pant out and he pushes down. Impaling you with his cock, you can see a giant bump in your stomach.

HE thrusts into you, you watch as the bump in your stomach moves with his dick moving in you, a bulge showing how big he is. He groans into your ear, his voice slightly growling as he does so.

HE rubs your thighs, he hooks his hands under your legs and thrusts up into you, his breath on your ear while he fucks you, his dick getting gripped by your walls. Your hole sucking him in.

HE moves.more faster in you, throwing his head back slightly, he lets out small moans, growling as he moves more faster, he whispers in your ear, whispering how good you take him and how good you are.

HE holds you close, sucking on your neck also nibbling on your neck, your eyes roll back. Your legs shake and your heart races, your hands grip at his arms, nails digging into his skin. Your mouth opens, letting out a silent scream, your hole clenches around him, you climax.

HE fucks you more faster, his big dick twitching in you, it makes clapping noises as he goes harder, your ass hitting his pelvis, his dick hits all the spots in you, he growls into your ear before his dick pumps. Semen being dumped in your hole, it goes past his dick. He slaps your side before making out with you, he grins and rubs your hips. Praising you for taking him so well and being so good for him.

— Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Itto, Boothill, Blade, Toji, Nanami, Aiku, Barou, Noa Noel, + your faves; other fandoms!

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nessgasm · 2 months

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《Bllk boys with smutty ish thingys :3》

(Idk what to call it)

"Its okay darling i know it hurts.. i promise it will feel good after."

YUKIMIYA,ISAGI,CHIGIRI,RIN,BEFORE WC! KUNIGAMI,PABLO,NANASE,NOEL NOA,NESS,LOKI,HIORI,LUNA,REO

"So tight.. just made for me arent ya'?.. all mine."

KARASU,OTOYA,AIKU,SENDOU,SHIDOU,KAISER ,BACHIRA,LAVINHO,BAROU,REO,NAGI

"You're wet already? Tch.. how pathetic."

RIN,SAE,KARASU,AIKU,KAISER,WC!KUNIGAMI,BAROU,NAGI

"Keep riding my cock.. ah~ thats it."

NAGI,REO,ISAGI,BACHIRA,LUNA,YUKIMIYA,SENDOU

"You're such a slut for my dick hm?"

AIKU. AIKU.,OTOYA,LAVINHO,SHIDOU,SAE,REO,KAISER

@sanestakaashistan i maed uh thing again (i was bored)

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nv11c · 1 year

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WHAT'S THIS ABOUT THIGHS? ft. itoshi sae, noel noa, mikage reo

thighs. | 18+, gn!reader

ITOSHI SAE;

you wouldn't describe sae's thighs as the softest. they're firm as stone- sturdy enough to bear all your weight. and they do that often. this renaissance statue of a man loves having you seated on him; facing him so as to see your face aroused or shy or not-so-probably both. you feel his skin and muscle and fat under the thin polyester of his shorts, and you grind to feel more.

right when you start to exhaust yourself, surprise takes your crotch in the form of his flexed muscles- a "we're not done yet" from sae as he continuously nudges you. while he sees you bouncing on his marble lap to the rhythm of your heartbeat, all you see are the tensing dimples of his thighs peeking through from beneath his shorts.

NOEL NOA;

i won't say you'd wear noa as a headwear any time of the day, but i won't say you wouldn't. his thighs are thick, and you're lucky to have his mercy and stick your face between them. a long crease sits along his inner thigh- doing nothing more than calling you to lick it. it's salty like skin and sweat, and the taste isn't helping your impulse to bite him.

you do anyway. he's fleshy and a little hard and flexing his muscles and is that a moan you hear? it'd be a sin not to leave a few more hickeys on his already worn skin. feather your fingers right where his skin dips and you'd have a strong, muscly putty in your hands. noa can't say no to your toying, and ends up with trembling knees- embarrassed, and ego-deprived.

MIKAGE REO;

reo's thighs aren't so sculpted- they're thick, sure, but not sculpted. this makes for a very comfortable lap-sitting session; his legs a steady pillow. he loves having you on them and seeing how your ass presses into his skin. you love being on them and stroking the smoothness under you. how they spill to the sides and make for the best love handles.

but you love more the sounds they make as reo makes love to you. skin and sweat against skin and sweat, kissing and slapping and smacking like your moans aren't enough. they feel full when they're against your own, viscous in that they linger there before pulling back with his hips. they're soft and firm- everything like a gentle yet passionate kiss.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #itoshi sae x reader #noel noa x reader #reo mikage x reader

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pparadiselost · 1 year

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la maison.

noel noa x single mother fem reader noa finds himself falling head over heels for the sweet mom next door. warning(s): nsfw, alcohol, dubious consent (drunk sex), single mother reader, named son oc (irrelevant outside of pornmaking plot), creampie, breeding minors do not interact.

recently, noel noa has developed a bit of a problem.

he had fallen in love with his next-door-neighbor. which, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t the most unique nor the most world-shattering of issues he could possibly have, but these once trivial feelings he had no time to waste on started taking root in his head, they began to spread like wildfire throughout his daily life.

the pro soccer player was mildly surprised to find out that the young man who had lived next to him in the quaint apartment he called home had moved out while he was playing overseas. noa didn’t think too much of it. he rarely ever grew close with the neighbors around him. he was often out of the house, gone for months to even years at a time playing for whatever country or club summoned him, and when he was home, he preferred spending his time alone rather than getting attached to people who he had nothing in common with.

but the two of you had gotten off on a completely unexpected foot.

“dada!” the squirming toddler in your arms squeals. you nearly drop the bag of groceries you were precariously balancing on your elbow, yelping softly as your son uses all the force he can muster in his tiny body to lurch towards noa. “dada, dada!”

“no, sweetie, that’s not your dad,” you gently remind him, unable to stop the sheepish smile that tugs at your lips. you expertly lean the little boy against your hip while you regain your grip on your groceries, flashing an apologetic smile at noa. “i’m so sorry about that. he has a habit of saying that to every man he sees.”

noa stands practically frozen in his doorframe. he’s seen his fair share of almost blasphemously beautiful women in his life: models, actresses, influencers… but nothing holds a candle to the way his heart thumps in his chest when his eyes land on you. every bit of you screams sweet yet battered to him, your eyes mild and gentle by the tugs of time and your body all covered with loose clothes to make sure your boy could hug right into every little nook and cranny that he pleases.

a perfect image of motherhood.

his dick throbs in his pants.

it’s lecherous. he doesn’t even know your name, and he’s getting turned on. hell, you might even be married, yet he’s lusting after you.

“it’s alright. i know how kids are,” he lies. he actually doesn’t know how kids are, but it’s enough to get you to laugh again. “do you live near here? i don’t think i’ve seen you around.”

“ah! i do.” you lift a hand to point at the door right next to his while your son tugs at your clothes impatiently. he keeps mumbling dada, dada in that gurgling voice of his, looking up at you and then stealing glances at noa. “we moved in fairly recently. i didn’t think we’d have a neighbor, because i thought the next door apartment was empty.”

his heart skips a beat, and noa coughs to clear his throat. “i see. my job requires me to be overseas a lot, so i’m out of the house often. i suppose, that makes us next-door-neighbors then. my name is noel noa. it’s lovely to meet you.”

he half-expects you to gasp and run off upon hearing his name, but instead your smile widens. “it’s lovely to meet you as well. my name is (y/n). this naughty little elf right here is honoré. do you wanna say hi to mr. noa, sweetie?”

you keep cooing at the boy, while noa breathes a sigh of relief. so you don’t recognize him to be a pro player. in some ways he prefers that. he wouldn’t want to scare you away. his mind races when he thinks about how he’s now next door to who he believes is the most fuckable woman on earth.

“alright, it was a joy meeting you. i’ll see you around then, mr. noa?” you offer.

‘noel is fine.’ noa nods, mumbling an agreement before you wave and disappear into your suite, leaving him dumbfounded in his doorframe. what was he even leaving the house for? he doesn’t remember anymore.

but god. temptation had fallen straight into his lap, and if the arousal churning deep in his gut told him anything, it was that his life was going to be trouble from now on.

…

noel noa has also come across a stroke of luck. his manager on the other end of the phone sighs and tells him that the next season has been postponed for a few months, mumbling on about some logistics issues between the professional leagues regarding budgeting and some new stadium being built. noa couldn’t care less: his job was to play soccer, and that was final.

the bottom line was clear. he wouldn’t be flying out and disappearing again, and for a few months, he was free to do as he wanted so long as he kept himself in tip-top shape and maintained his usual training.

a guilty part of him celebrates. it means he gets to stay longer with you, right next doors. he’s been running into you more often, and you’re always quick to offer up a small greeting and make small talk with him when time allows. noa tries so, so hard to be a good man and genuinely get to know you as a good neighbor should, rather than to look at you and be driven half-insane by how much he wishes he could drag you to his suite and fuck you on his bed.

honoré never fails to happily scream out “dada!” at noa when he sees the man, and you always correct your son with a stern voice. part of noa wants you to stop correcting him, his inner lust-demon celebrating slightly at the fact that your son is ready to accept him as his father. noa had been hesitant on full-on courting you, or at least, what he considered courting (lavinho never failed to make fun of him for having “the flirtation skills of a 13th century monk!”), having assumed that you had a husband.

but he notices the lack of a wedding band around your ring finger. could it be that you didn’t have a husband, after all?

not that it matters. noa knows he shouldn’t let himself daydream. he barely knows you, and the very least he can do is show you a modicum of respect rather than treating you like some hunk of hot meat on the dating market.

it’s dark outside when noa sits down in his bed, unwinding by himself after a long day of analyzing previous games and practicing by himself out in one of the nearby training fields. he hasn’t seen you all day, but he knows you’re home because he stole a peek at your apartment window while heading in. the lights are on, and presumably, you’re inside. it isn’t safe for a woman and a little child to be out and about when it’s dark, and noa wonders if he should offer to escort you if you ever need to go out.

no. he shouldn’t overstep. he really shouldn’t.

but what really throws him for a loop is what he hears through the thin apartment walls. at first he thought it was his phone, having auto-started a video, but nothing in his house could be capable of making that noise. noa sits still on his bed and cranes his ears, and then realization settles like cold snow on his body.

you’re singing. your voice is hushed, loving, and every now and then, noa makes out the whiny cries of a little boy.

he pauses.

dear lord. are you singing your son to sleep?

noa grits his teeth and stifles a groan when a rush of blood floods his groin, and his pants immediately start tightening up. he’s used up all of his self-restraint to not feel this way around you, yet the thought of you, in such domestic bliss with your toddler, turns him ridiculously on. his cock fucking hurts from how hard it is, pressing up angrily against his pants and demanding that he do something about it. his stomach throbs and swirls with need, with the desire to fuck something until he’s satisfied.

his hand absentmindedly wanders to the waistband of his pants, and he guides his dick so that it springs free from its restrictive confines. noa doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before in his life—his cock slaps up against his stomach, and the irritated tip is already drooling greedily. noa hisses quietly when the cold air rushes against his swollen organ, and he carefully wraps his hand around his dick.

you continue your singing.

noa wonders how you must look. he wonders if your sweet hair is damp from a shower, or if you’re getting ready to step into the bath once you put your son to sleep. he wishes he could bury his face in your hair and lewdly inhale, and he begins to slowly stroke his cock at the thought of your features.

maybe you’d hold your son to your chest. blood swells south at the thought of your breasts. the sloping curve that you always hid behind conservative clothes. noa isn’t sure if he wants to sweetly coax you out of them, getting you to shyly bare yourself for him, or if he wants to rip them off of you like an animal and savor the way you squeal and try to cover yourself up.

he wants to grope your tits. your gorgeous tits, made to hold a little boy close to your heart, once filled with milk to feed your son, all swollen and easily filling up his cupped hands. noa barely holds back a moan as he fists himself while daydreaming about your breasts.

he’d ghost his fingertips over your puffy nipples. he’d hear you cry out, sobbing out a “i-i’m sensitive there, noel-” while he teases them. he’d tug on them too, after a while, feeling your cunt grow wetter and wetter while he has his way with your body. he’d keep on circling his fingers all over your supple breasts, the dainty signs of motherhood filling out and fueling his own libido.

his cock twitches in his fist. he’s leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. just the mental image of your fat tits has him acting this way, and noa doesn’t know what to do with himself. his balls tighten and contract, and your singsongy filling his ears overwhelms with lust.

he wants to fuck you. he wants to fuck you so bad. his length is fuming at him for not being buried into your delicate body. noa wants to fuck into you anywhere he can get.

your smaller hands, struggling to fully wrap your fingers around his thick cock. or your mouth, that canary-like voice of yours being put to good use by choking and slobbering all over him. or even your tits that he had been drooling over, slapping his cockhead over your sensitive nipples until you’re squirming and scrunching your face up the way he likes it. your plush thighs wouldn’t be too bad too, hearing your breath hitch and hike up an octave whenever his tip catches on your throbbing clit.

‘fuck- fucking hell, fuck, fuck…!’ he grits his teeth as his hands speed up, fucking against his cock as if he were a bull in heat. he hasn’t even had the opportunity to fantasize about your gummy pussy yet, and he’s already this close.

he’s too preoccupied taking his time fucking you with his eyes in his mind, stroking fervently to the sound of your muffled voice. he wants to cum, he wants to cum so bad, he wants to take all of his pent-up frustration and make it real and tangible that you’re the one who drove him to this ridiculous state.

he swears he’s going to fuck you. he swears he’s going to fuck his cock into you until your body bends and breaks to him, until you turn into a fucked-out shell of the sweetheart that lives next door. he’s going to get you fucking hooked on his cock so that you’re drooling and chasing after sex with as much as he’s going crazy for you.

horribly wet shlick-shlick noises echo around his bedroom as he thrusts himself all over his hand. his stomach twists violently, and his heavy balls contract painfully before noa cums all over himself.

‘shit. shit…!’

he grits his teeth and shuts his eyes, forcing down any noises out of fear that you might hear. the rush almost breaks him. ropes of heady cum splash all over his chest and abs, instantly drenching and burning into his skin. he strokes himself through his orgasm, the coils in his gut twisting against themselves, unfurling in and out as pure pleasure streaks through his body. god, this was so wrong of him to do, but noa would be fucking damned if he said he ever came this hard before.

his cock hangs from the pricks of overstimulation as he continues to stroke himself, coaxing out every second of his orgasm as he possibly could. shame immediately floods his body like ice water when his foggy mind clears bit-by-bit, yet he can’t bring himself to jump to his feet and start cleaning up.

noa sits defeatedly in his bed. his chest heaves as he catches his breath, wishing his cum was streaked all over you rather than his own body, and he swallows thickly. he feels horrendously guilty, yet in a twist of ironic fate, your voice keeps trickling through the thin walls.

noa doesn’t even have time to fully let the guilt hit before his dick is swelling up in his fist again.

‘one more round. just one more round,’ he bargains with himself, ‘just until you stop singing lullabies to your son.’

…

“i’m so sorry, noel,” you laugh awkwardly. “i really hope i’m not bothering you.”

“it’s no problem at all, really. this is what neighbors are for.”

you stand a few paces in front of him, and the exhausted smile on your face makes noa’s heart speed up dangerously. honoré is fast asleep on your back, strapped to you with a baby harness. in noa’s hands is a stubborn jar of sauce, which, according to you, absolutely refused to open no matter what you did or how hard you had tried to wrench the lid open.

noa firmly grips the lid, and with a small grunt, he easily pops the jar lid open. your eyes widen in awe as he flexes his muscles subtly, a few of the veins in his toned arms becoming visible. he notices you staring at him, and he gently screws the lid back on before handing it back to you.

“thank you so much!” you beam. “it stressed me out so much that i couldn’t get it open. silly of me to think that when i have you right here. classic case of mom brain.”

noa thinks he’s going to stop breathing. you’re beaming at him in such a lighthearted manner, and your words bring his brain to full halt for a split second. he manages a lukewarm smile, and he’s getting ready to wave you off and let you scurry back into your apartment complex before you pause.

“you know… if you aren’t that busy tonight, would you like to come over for dinner? i’m in the middle of cooking right now—well, duh—and i feel like it wouldn’t hurt to make friends with the person living right next door,” you offer up innocently. “you don’t have to if you don’t want to! i completely get it-”

“-i’d love to. when would you like me over?” noa doesn’t even need to consider his options. “should i dress up?”

“dress up?” you gasp. “you don’t need to do anything fancy like that! it’ll just be a nice home cooked meal, maybe a little wine, just as a sign of goodwill. i’ll still need about… let’s say an hour? that way i can clean up a little too… the petit rascal here has a knack for getting into everything.”

“an hour sounds good to me. thank you for the invitation. i’ll look forward to it,” he responds plainly. his thoughts are going a million miles per hour.

dinner. at your place. with you. just you and him.

lady luck must be on his side. not even playing in the world cup could compare to the amount of anxiety and anticipation bubbling up inside of him. you flash him a thumbs-up, unaware of the wrench you had thrown into his nearly nonexistent courtship plans. he stands a bit dumbfounded in the doorframe (not too dissimilar when he first met you) when you scoot back into your place, most likely jumping straight back to work in order to prep food and spruce up your home to take him as a guest.

an hour. noa decides that it’s enough time for him to groom himself a bit too. jump in the shower, douse himself with a nice perfume, pick out a casual yet still suave outfit. if time allows, he’d even run down to a nearby store to buy a bouquet of flowers. a nice little thank you present for the meal, but undoubtedly enough of an ambiguous gift to give it a slight romantic tinge.

noa was going to milk this opportunity. you had thrown him the perfect chance, and noa knew that once he fixated on something, he would see it through.

to his success, all things willing.

…

everything about your house suited you. your apartment complex wasn’t decorated too lavishly, yet it wasn’t barebones either. noa smiles when he sees all the pictures of your son you have framed against the walls, and your shelves are stuffed with picture books and other memorabilia of the toddler.

you had expertly put honoré to bed before noa had came around, and when he knocked on your door an hour later, you had buried your face in your hands and laughed like a schoolgirl that had been confessed to when he presented you with a bouquet of beautifully prepared calla lilies.

“you shouldn’t have!” you had smacked his arm playfully, but noa felt his chest swell with pride when you rifled through your closet to find a makeshift vase to place the flowers in.

dinner had been delightful. noa had eagerly wolfed down whatever food you served him, and you were more than happy to prattle on to him about how honoré had recently developed an affinity for blueberries and that you were debating between buying him legos or a toy truck.

of course, the wine flowed generously throughout too. you had admitted that you had saved the red wine for a long time, never having a reason to drink it since your hands were full with a baby and not really wanting to crack a whole bottle open just for yourself. noa could tell you were enjoying the drink, swirling the wine glass around rhythmically as the drink slowly stained your plump lips a deep shade of maroon.

how lovely. noa wondered if it would smear if he were to kiss you.

letting you chatter on without stopping you let him extrapolate a lot that he wouldn’t have known otherwise. it didn’t take too many sips to get you a little tipsy, and with a few questions to ease you up, you were practically an open book.

you had gotten pregnant with your son a few years back, and when you approached honoré’s dad with the news, the sleazebag had completely vanished from your life. as awful as it sounds, noa celebrates inwardly when he hears that you’re single. you admitted that you were lucky enough to have good friends and a somewhat stable support system who took care of you through your pregnancy, and you had honoré without too many complications. but one thing led to another, and you ended up moving here.

“i work remotely,” you murmur, stealing another mouthful of red wine. “it’s… not much, but it’s enough to provide for me and my little boy. i get to pamper him a fair amount, and working from home means that i don’t need to worry about a babysitter! it won’t be too long until i can send him to school, and at that point, i can probably look for a better paying job that i can commute to.”

“i see. if i’m ever around, i wouldn’t mind looking after honoré. you already have a lot on your plate, and if there’s anything i can do to ease the load…,” noa trails off. you sigh dreamily, shaking your head.

“oh, i couldn’t ask you to do that. but i really appreciate the offer.” you glance towards the nursery. “honoré has taken a liking to you though. he gets so excited whenever he sees you!”

the tension between you two is electric. noa feels like his heart is about to give out on him, and if the tension mounting in his stomach tells him anything, it’s that he should be thankful for having the foresight to wear loose pants. your house smells like you: sweet, light, a perfect aphrodisiac for the starved man.

this is the closest he’s ever been to you, the longest he’s ever talked to you. you keep batting your eyelashes at him, looking up at him with such pretty, tipsy eyes. maybe it’s the alcohol talking for the both of you, but noa finds it hard to even swallow. he sips tentatively at his own wine glass. his mouth keeps drying up, and he’s thankful that you’re so good at filling up his silence with your own little chit chat.

“if you don’t mind me…,” you start. you peek at him, and he stares back at you with his sharp golden eyes. “what do you do for a living, noel?”

“me…?” panic stabs at him for a moment.

should he be honest with you? you didn’t recognize his name when he introduced himself, so it was clear that you had no idea that the man right next to you was quite literally the world’s best striker. would that change the way you viewed him? would you be scared? repulsed? would you talk to him again if you knew?

“sorry-,” you’re quick to apologize. “that was too much of me. you really don’t have to answer me. that was entirely my bad.”

“no, i don’t mind.” he owes you that much. you had been nothing but kind and welcoming towards him, and all he did in return was go insane with desire. the very least he could do was come clean about who he truly was.

he shifts in his seat, and noa braces himself for the worst. “i’m a professional soccer player.”

you blink at him. “r-really? wait, that’s kinda cool! do you play for a local league or something?”

“i play as a striker for bastard munchen. it’s a german team. they’re one of europe’s most prestigious leagues, and they’ve sent players to the world cup.” his grip on his wineglass tightens just a tad bit. “i’ve played in the world cup.”

your jaw drops. “oh my god. you’re not joking with me, are you?”

he risks meeting your eyes. “do i look like the kind of man to joke around?”

you cover your mouth with your hand, unable to look him in the face. “oh my god… ohhhh my god…! i’m so sorry! i’ve been referring to you so casually, and- and-”

he raises a hand, and he shushes you. “what are you apologizing for? you’ve done nothing wrong. you’ve always treated me kindly. i don’t see why knowing my job would change anything between us. we’re still neighbors. and at this point, we’re friends as well, I'd hope.”

he sees you swallow back a sigh, and you take a deep breath and nod. “right. yes. this doesn’t change anything… it’s still a lot to just- to just take in, you know?”

“you take the time you need. and if interacting with me becomes too much, then i understand. the last thing i’d like to do is make you uncomfortable.” his heart wrenches painfully inside of his chest at the thought of no longer being able to talk to you. but you’d find out sooner or later, and if his cover was going to be blown, noa would prefer doing it on his own terms.

“can i ask you another question then?” you ask with your mousy voice.

“go ahead.”

“why do you live here then?” you hiccup. “shouldn’t a super talented soccer player like you live in a big mansion?”

“i could. but i don’t particularly want to.” noa notices that you’re working up the courage to look him in the face again. his stomach twists once more, the sight of your pretty face all conflicted throwing his brain into turmoil again. he clenches his fist, digging his nails into his palm to bring himself back to the same plane of reality that you were on. “i’ve never been interested in a flashy life. i prefer living quietly and doing as i’m told.”

“that does sound like you,” you hum in agreement. “well, as surprising as it is, i’m glad to have someone like you for my neighbor. and i promise i’m not saying it just because i know that you’re a professional athlete now!”

you giggle brightly, your lips curving to match the rim of your wine glass. you down the remaining liquid, giving a soft smack of your mouth to fully savor the notes. noa clenches his jaw visibly, and his nails threaten to break the thick skin of his palms.

you’re tempting him. you’re driving him insane. your lips are dyed and pretty, and noa has been staring at them all evening. his throat feels dry and heavy, and he forces the arousal pooling in his crotch to calm down.

he can’t be like this right in front of you. it was one thing to act like an immoral, debauched man in private, but it was another to be unable to control himself in front of you. he was better than this. he knew he was.

but the heart wants what it wants. and there was nothing more that noa wanted than to force you to your knees, to whip his hardening cock out of his pants and smack your slutty wine-stained lips with the tip. he’d force you to open up and stretch that cute mouth of yours around his girth, watch you struggle to take him into your mouth and whimper all over his cock. knowing you, you’d beg him to be gentle with you, to be quiet so that you wouldn’t wake up the slumbering angel in the next room over, and noa would have to fight every animalistic instinct in him to not fuck you until you’d be wailing the house down.

“is everything alright, noel?” you break him out of your thoughts. he shakes his head, clearing his thoughts before he faces you. he can’t stop the heat from flooding his face, but he’s quick to decide that he’d simply blame it on the alcohol.

he couldn’t keep doing this forever. something or other would give, and the last thing noa would want would be to do some unforgivable or stupid. it was torture, to have his body say one thing and his mind another, especially when you were quite literally within arm’s reach.

“i’m alright. you don’t need to worry about me. i can take care of myself,” he promises. you lean in closer, enough so that noa can feel your warm breath trickling across his neck. his heart threatens to stop, and he looks at you with hesitant eyes.

“are you sure?” your hand lands on his thigh, squeezing him gently.

oh. so that’s how things were going to be. what a goddamn minx you were, doing something like this with such disgustingly innocent intent.

“yes. i’m fine,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “would you mind passing me the wine bottle? i’ll pour us another glass, if you don’t mind…”

…

your mouth tastes delicious, like fresh wine and everything he had wanted to do to you since forever. your face is flushed, and your eyes are hazy, barely meeting his as you struggle to keep up with him through your drunken state.

“n-noel-!” you squeak out. his heavy body weighs you down, keeping you trapped between him and your squeaky bed. things are a blur, even for him.

one moment he’s pouring you more wine, and the next, the two of you are stumbling into your room, where he tosses you down onto the mattress like you’re a ragdoll.

“tell me you want it.” he rolls his clothed hips into yours, and you recoil into the bed with a choked whine. the sound goes straight to his dick. god, how long had he wanted to hear that? to hear the woman he had coveted for so long moaning underneath him?

you shake against his larger form. “w-want it- i want it, noel-“

“you want me to fuck you? you want your next-door-neighbor to fuck you?” he whispers. you shut your eyes as he kisses up your neck, his hands gripping your waist as his lips capture your earlobe. he sucks, his tongue lapping at your soft skin.

his imagination has nothing on how you actually feel in his hands. even through your clothes, he has no issues palming at your figure. you breathe out his name as his palms feel your curves, his fingertips dancing with the hem of your clothes.

you nod wantonly, not once fighting off his advances. “yes! yes, i want it- want you to fuck me- want my next-door-neighbor to have sex with me!”

“good girl,” he exhales. your breathing shallows as he coaxes your shirt over your chest and head, and you shudder as his eyes land all over your stomach and breasts.

your bra struggles to hold onto your chest, your full breasts pooling over the edge. you yelp when he yanks at your bra, snapping it off of you and letting your chest tumble out fully in front of him.

you instinctively try to cover yourself up with your arms, and noa grabs your wrists and wrenches them off of your chest. you mewl when the air nips at your nipples, causing them to perk up slightly.

“don’t you dare think about hiding yourself from me,” noa whispers. “you have no way of getting yourself out of this.”

you rub your thighs together, your cunt throbbing. when was the last time you had done this? you hadn’t had sex in years, not when you had your hands full with a baby and keeping yourself afloat. you were a mom, for fuck’s sake, with a whole baby to watch out for, yet here you were, pinned down underneath noel noa while he grinded his boner into your thighs.

his hands latch onto your chest, and his palms grope at your fat tits slowly. you moan out breathlessly when his calloused palms tease at your nipples, sending a jolt of arousal into your stomach. a wet patch forms in your panties, horribly turned on just from having your boobs squeezed a few times.

“god, you have no clue what your body does to me,” noa rasps. “do you have any idea how much i’ve dreamt about this? how much i wanted to touch those slutty tits of yours? look at you—your body was practically made to be fucked.”

your core twists painfully, and his fingertips pinch tentatively at your nipples.

“ah-! ahhh- noel-,” you buck your hips unconsciously, arching your back as he tugs at your chest. it stings, but it feels so good. even with the wine muddying your thoughts, your body responds to every little bit of attention noel showers onto you. you didn’t know you had it in you to be this lewd or to be this responsive.

you want more. it had been far too long since anyone showed you any love like this.

he slaps your tits before bringing his hands down to your pants, expertly undoing the zipper and hooking his fingers around the waistline. you let him wiggle your clothes over your hips and legs, leaving you almost entirely naked save for your drenched panties. it feels so terribly lewd, to lay there all bare for a man, even if you two haven’t technically done anything.

his hands squeeze possessively at your thighs. “i wanted to fuck you ever since the first time i saw you. ever since you told me your name, since your son started calling me dad. that wouldn’t be so bad, would it? if i became his dad?”

your chest tightens, and you bite back another lewd moan. noa ducks his head down and nips at your thighs with his teeth, and you flinch into his chest.

“you said it yourself. your little boy loves me,” noa murmurs. his tongue laps over his teeth marks, and you suck in a breath. your pussy twitches, clenching around nothing. your body wants more, wants to feel more noa more, wants him to take over your body and make you his. “nothing would make him happier than his beloved mommy to have a dad by her side.”

his mouth heads upwards, and he uses his strong hands to pry your shaking legs apart. you whimper, already feeling so exposed to the bigger man despite still having your panties on. he leans back, but his fingers ghost over your crotch. two fingers press up right against your pussy, and he rubs them up and down your covered slit.

his fingertips are damp. you’re obscenely wet, and watching you struggle to control yourself has noa’s cock straining for its life in his pants.

“or even better,” noa grabs at the waistband of your panties, “daddy fucks mommy pregnant and gives him a younger sibling that he can dote on.”

you throw your head back against your pillow. your mind spins with arousal and alcohol, and noa slips your panties off without any resistance. a strand of slick sticks to the crotch of your underwear, and noa’s finally rewarded with the sight of your bare pussy. he can see your hole fluttering and twitching on itself, desperate to be stuffed and stretched out with something.

god. your body is so attractive to him. he’s never wanted to fuck someone more in his life. with your full hips and soft stomach, motherhood has mellowed out and accentuated you into a woman noa just couldn’t resist.

he thinks he’s going to stop breathing.

“d-don’t look too hard-,” you stammer out. your body heats up and flushed at how intently noa’s staring at your defenseless cunt, knowing that your body’s begging to be penetrated and fucked.

“i’ll be so good to you,” noa vows. you’re frozen on the sheets, and noa nearly shreds the clothes off of him. your voice catches in the back of your throat when you see his toned chest and abs, the silhouette of the soccer player resembling more of a greek god than the man you had always known as your neighbor.

he pulls his pants down, and when he shoves his boxers off, you can’t help but gasp “oh!” at how big his cock is. he’s obscenely thick and long, and your pussy is both parts scared and aroused at the sheer size. god—you just know that he would stretch your walls out deliciously. his tip smacks his abs, and prominent veins run all along his length.

“you’re so big…,” you eke out. “it’s been so long since i had sex… i don’t know if it’ll fit.”

“i’ll make it fit.” noa rests his hands on top of your knees. “do you want me to prep you?”

you nod. “yes please…”

he reaches over and grabs your hips, and before you can fully register what’s happening, noa hoists your hips up into the air. you give a loud cry, and the bed creaks underneath you as noa ducks his head. his grip on you is firm, and his fingers press into your hips as he brings your drooling cunt to his mouth.

noa’s tongue circles your throbbing clit. your hands fly up to your pillow, gripping at the plush material. jolts of electricity shoot up your core, and your stomach twists with pleasure. your thighs subconsciously try to shut, but noa curves his hands to keep them spread open.

“nngh…! wait, noel, hold on-,” you sob. you grip your pillow, clamping your teeth shut as noa teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. your hips shake as you grind up into his mouth, each wave of stimulation making your pussy drool and throb for more. “ah- be gentle with me…!”

be gentle with you? dear lord, noa sucking on your clit like a starved man was him being gentle with you. he had jerked himself off countless times fantasizing about having you naked and in his arms like this, and it took everything in him not to break that dripping cunt of yours in half with his dick. his cock twitches and protests when noa ignores his own arousal, too preoccupied in trying to force an orgasm out of you.

you taste so sweet on his tongue. you mewl out his name over and over, and your voice sounds like literal honey to his ears. one of his hands snakes down from your hips, and while noa swirls his tongue around your nub, he circles your pulsing hole with a finger. he could die right there and then, and noa would die a happy man. drowning in your honeyed cunt, losing himself to the tantalizing sensation of pleasuring you like any devoted man would.

“oh! oh god, noel-” your pussy can’t stop leaking with slick as noa keeps teasing you. he slips a finger in without much resistance, and your walls eagerly latch onto him. noa groans against your cunt when he feels your wall twist and clench around his finger, greedily sucking him in.

god, noa thinks he’s going to go insane. his cock wants nothing more than to bury itself into your sweet pussy, and feeling you twitch and clamp up on his finger makes his dick grow hungrier. his arousal is almost impossible to ignore, yet noa continues to swallow and lap at your core while he fingers you slowly.

he slides in another finger, thrusting in and out of you carefully. you buck your hips, crying out so prettily for him. noa curls his fingers and presses his fingertips all inside your pussy, and he stays vigilant in looking for that sweet spot that would completely unravel you.

“fuck-! fuck, wait- please, i-i can’t-!” you plead. your pussy tightens up around his knuckles dangerously, and noa fucks his fingers up into the spot that made you clench up and mewl so loudly. you’re already moaning and trembling this much just from being fucked on two fingers and having your clit sucked. noa can’t get enough of the way your body twists and reacts to everything he gives you.

a third finger prods at your hole, as if to ask if you’re ready. you inhale shakily as noa pushes another knuckle into you.

“fuck…!” you’re immediately clenching up, and your pussy’s walls are rubbing all against his fingers greedily. you’re nearly in tears, just from being fingered, and noa fights his desire to break you. “it feels so good- you feel so good, noel…!”

he thrusts his fingers into you, and you reel visibly. he can tell from the way your pussy has been twitching and gushing all around him that you’re close, stretched to your limit just from three fingers. he doubles down on flicking his tongue all over your clit: letting you grind your hips down greedily against the broad of his tongue. your body shakes, and you can’t stop sobbing.

you’re almost there. you both know you’re almost there. noa focuses himself on pleasuring you fully, and he roughly fucks his fingers into you and curls his knuckles into your g-spot without any mercy.

“noel-!”

your cunt squeezes his fingers for dear life, and noa latches himself onto your clit as you nearly wrench yourself out of his grasp. heat shreds your body, and the tightening in your stomach snaps violently as you cum shamelessly all over noa’s hands and mouth. you cry out his name loudly again, your normally gentle voice sounding so lewd and desperate as your slick gushes all over his chin and palm.

“fuck…! cumming- i’m cumming, noel…!” your body twists in his hands, and noa continues to stimulate your cunt until you’re babbling incoherent noises. he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, feeling your pussy try to cling to his knuckles before he lets you down properly onto the bed again. you’re struggling to catch your breath, your wide eyes all hazy and drunken as you suck in shaky breaths.

noa has no issue swallowing down your cum. he sucks your juices off of his fingers, cleaning up his mouth and chin before he scoots closer to you. you let out such a pathetic moan when he spreads your legs out again, your body too pliant and weak to offer any resistance. the sight of your obviously overstimulated and squirt-slicked cunt makes some sick monster in him swell with pride.

he did that. he made you cum.

he grips his long-ignored and fully engorged cock, and he smacks it against your cunt lightly. you flinch, your hole flaring up as he rubs his dick up and down your slick pussy lips.

“are you doing alright?” noa asks. his hands grab your hips, and your heart flutters as he rubs soothing circles into your skin. you nod weakly.

“yeah- i can do it,” you promise. you glance up at him with such pretty fluttering eyes, remnants of tears clinging to your lashes as you swallow. “i want you in me… i want your cock in me, please…”

“alright. deep breath. relax for me,” he commands. you nod again, and you shakily inhale and try to loosen your muscles up.

it immediately burns when he slides into you. you grit your teeth, trying your hardest to keep your pussy relaxed as his thick cock invades your pussy and stretches your walls out to its limits. noa grips your hips tightly, and he groans lowly when he feels you clamping up around his dick.

“fucking hell-,” he breathes out. “you’re so fucking tight-”

“t-too big-” hot tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “oh god, you’re going to break me!”

your pussy sucks him in and rubs all around his cock in a way that makes noa see stars. you’re so soft and tight, clinging and drooling all over his dick while his girth stretches and flexes your walls out. he keeps pushing past the resistance until he bottoms out, his balls resting heavy on top of your ass. you choke and gasp as he pushes your hips back even further, and he hovers over you, keeping you trapped underneath his thick legs.

a mating press.

“listen to me now,” he says. “i’m going to fuck you pregnant. i’m gonna fuck this pussy of yours till you’re pregnant again, and i’m going to give that little boy of yours a sibling of his own. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? have a baby of our own and form a perfect family…”

your pussy squeezes involuntarily, and even without you saying anything, he knows you’re turned on at the thought of being bred by him. a loud moan bubbles up in your chest as he slides his monstrous cock out of you before roughly slamming his hips down, forcing his entire length back into your tight cunt.

you barely choke back a scream. his cock has filled out every single bit of your hole, leaving you no room to comfortably take him. you swear that his tip prods dangerously at your womb, threatening to force it open so that he can dump as much of his cum into you as he wants.

oh god, you’re fucked. you’re having raw sex with your hot neighbor, and he’s talking about fucking his own child into you.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “can’t believe you had a whole baby with this pussy with how goddamn tight you are-”

you shudder as he thrusts in and out of you. every time he pistons his hips, he doesn’t waste a single movement. none of his thrusts are shallow; each one pumps deep and directly into your womb, clearly with the sole intent of getting you pregnant.

“haven’t had sex with anyone since- since i got pregnant with honoré,” you manage out. “fuck, fuck- you’re going too deep!”

irritation irks him in at the thought of some bastard getting to fuck you first, at the thought of another man getting to fuck that slutty pussy of yours. what kind of madman would even dream of letting you go, let alone throw you out so cruelly into the world? if he could, noa would keep you at home and lavish you with all the attention and love you could ever want. he’d pamper you, treat you like the goddess you are, make sure you know your worth and more. he can imagine it: buying you pretty clothes, taking you out to expensive dinners, spoiling honoré until the boy’s world is flipped upside down by his indulgent stepfather.

but when noa glances down to see you all spread out and submissive for him, your hole eagerly taking his cock and getting ready to be stuffed with his cum, he can’t help but gloat slightly. he’s the one who has you now, the one who’s going to properly sweep you off your feet, the one who’s going to make you his.

“don’t lose yourself just yet. i know you can take it.” he fucks his dick into you once more, and you moan, unable to stop the arousal coiling up in your core. he wants to make sure you feel it, makes sure you feel every inch and ridge of his cock rubbing against your insides. he doesn’t know when the last time you had dick was, and neither does he particularly care, but he wants your body to know that his dick is the best you’ll ever have. “get used to how it feels. i’m going to make you my wife—gonna give you a family of our own. that’d be nice, yeah? to have someone that can support you? so you’re not all alone with just your son?”

you can’t help but nod, your pussy quivering at the thought. you know you’re not thinking straight, not when wine stains your thoughts and your body’s overrun with lust. but for some reason, thinking about noa wifing you up, taking you to be his cute little housewife while he fucks his kids into you, chasing after honoré and whatever other babies he’s going to put in you, finally having someone kind and reliable to depend on…

you want it. you want it so bad.

your cunt makes it obvious from how much you’re clenching up around him, unconsciously milking his cock.

“you like that? you like the thought of getting married to me and having my babies?” noa eggs on.

“don’t tease me like that-,” you protest. you can barely keep up with everything happening around you. his cock keeps stretching you out, rubbing all over your slick walls and sending waves of heat up your core. arousal floods your gut, and all you can care about is how good it feels to have sex, to finally let loose and forget about all the worries in the world, to lose yourself to a man who wants nothing more than to be good to you.

“tell me it feels good. tell me you want it.” noa’s fingers dig into your thighs. your clit throbs, and you bring a hand to your crotch to rub at it frantically. you’re sniffling and sobbing pathetically underneath the pro player, already this cock-drunk and overwhelmed just from having cum on his mouth once.

“want it-,” you obediently repeat. heat floods your face and neck. he’s so possessive, but it turns you on so much. “want you so bad- want you to fuck me-”

“is that all?” his hips pound into you mercilessly, and you groan. his balls slap against your ass every time he fucks his cock into you, a constant reminder that you’re about to be bred by him.

“it’s embarrassing to say…” you can’t meet his eyes. noa hums disapprovingly, and dread pools in your chest when he draws his hips back all the way, until just the tip remains buried inside your indecent hole. “what are you doing…?”

you instantly turn to look at him, horror flashing across your face when you choke out, “n-noel, hold on, you can’t-!”

he slams himself all the way into you. you shriek, your core immediately burning at the ruthless stretch. his cock prods at your womb brutally, and a mix of pain and unbridled pleasure rips at your body. you’re instantaneously reduced to a crying mess, unable to form words as noa breaks your pussy. you swear you’re going to break into pieces, body left completely to the man’s mercy. he keeps drawing his hips back like that, his cock reveling in the feeling of being completely enveloped by your welcoming hole.

the room echoes with your cries, the desperate ah- ah- ah-! noises from you spurring him on to keep fucking you like a bull in heat. as much as he loves you, cherishes you, wants to keep you by his side, the sex is animalistic and unforgiving. your body feels bruised and battered as he bullies his length into you over and over again, stretching and molding your insides to adjust to his massively unfair size.

“say it!” noa’s voice doesn’t waver even once. “say it properly, or i’m not stopping until you pass out.”

you open and close your mouth dumbly, your mind too fogged up to think properly. you endeavor and push through, pursing your lips to form the words that noa has wanted to hear since the beginning. “w-wanna have sex with you more! wanna be yours- wanna be your wife-! wanna get m-married to you and- and have your babies!”

“yeah?” the blond man repeats. “you want me to be your husband? you want me to be honoré’s stepdaddy? you want me to father the rest of your kids?”

the dirty talk arouses you in a way you didn’t even realize was possible. you throw your head back, your back fully arched. you’re being so loud, too loud, and while you knew you should be quiet and good for your son’s sake, you can’t help but shamelessly beg for the man on top of you to fold you in half and fuck you pregnant until you’re nothing more than a stupid breeding bitch for your evidently soon-to-be husband.

“yes…!” you moan wantonly. “i want it all!”

he’s dangerously close. so are you, he can feel that much. you babble on and on about how you want him, how you want him to make you his, how you’ll be anything he wants you to be. what a depraved woman, he muses to himself, so desperate for love that you’d throw yourself at him once he gives you an opportunity to. he thinks it's awfully ironic, knowing that he did the same to you, and he’s glad that he has nothing but relatively good intentions.

minus the fact that he wants to get you pregnant.

his cock throbs and threatens to spill his cum into you. you’re teetering on the edge, aroused beyond your own comprehension by the sex and dirty talk, your sticky fingers playing with your abused clit. his hands reach for your tits, groping your sensitive breasts again.

he can’t wait to see you pregnant. your pretty chest, swollen up with milk for his baby, and your hips full and rounded out. your soft belly is stretched out, and you practically glow with warmth. he knows you’d be a good mother—he knows you’re a good mother. you dote on your son with so much love in your heart, and he knows you’d do anything to make sure that your family stays happy and healthy.

his heart swells.

“fuck-” he pumps his dick in and out of you at such an inhumanly fast pace. your pussy won’t stop coiling all around him, making sure to milk him for all he’s worth and intoxicating him endlessly. noa knows he hasn’t had that much to drink during dinner, but the sensation of fucking into your warm hole makes him feel like he’s had one sip too many. “gonna cum, love- gonna cum inside you and make you my wife…”

“do it-!” you encourage him. your voice is strained and high-pitched, and your thighs ache with the pressure of having him breeding you in such a demanding position. but he’s so deep in you, touching you in places you didn’t even know was possible, and the pleasure makes your mind go blank. “cum in me- please, cum inside me, noel!”

how can he refuse? you’re begging for him, asking him with such doe-like eyes and offering up that tempting body of yours.

it’s his turn to beg. “stay with me.”

you let out a loud squeal as he draws his heavy hips back one last time. your hole contracts around him, your desperate walls trying to drag him back inside, and he slams down into you as far as he can go. he knows he’s going to be hooked on your pussy, hooked on your body and the way it feels like you were made just to take his cock and get pregnant with his babies, hooked on all the ways he’s craved you with such an insatiable appetite since he’s laid eyes on you.

he lets himself go. with all the lust in his heart, enough to rival the sheer amount of love he has for his sweet, sweet neighbor.

he’s never cum this hard before. his balls tighten up painfully as he empties himself out inside of your cunt, and you moan out his name when you feel him pulsing inside your core. noa clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth together as the rush of his orgasm possesses him. you’re too much for him: too loving, too ready, too perfect, and noa would rather be damned than let you escape him.

it hurts to thrust into you so quickly, not having fully even finished riding out his climax, but he’s determined to shove as much of his semen into you. he needs you full, needs to know that you’ll be knocked up with his baby, and he uses his cock to force ropes of his hot cum into every inch of your womb.

your core tightens and twitches when you feel him cumming inside of you, all of the tension building up coming to a standstill in that moment. “fuck! fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck- noel, i’m- i’m cumming- i’m cumming, i’m gonna cum- noel…!”

your cunt wrings his cock, gripping onto his length furiously. noa has to double down, brace himself for the way your body refuses to let him go, as you cry loudly and cum all over him. your pussy keeps contracting and squeezing, your second orgasm immediately setting your nerves on fire and taking complete control of your senses. he can tell you’re instantly overwhelmed, your breathing turning irregular as you pant out for air, a slick ring of ivory froth forming at the base of his cock.

“s-so good-,” you slur out, your words melting into one another. you shudder when noa pulls out of you, whining in slight protest at the sudden feeling of emptiness overtaking your warm pussy. a strand of milky cum follows his dick before breaking, and like a broken dam, a rivulet of semen leaks out of you and drips down. it follows the curve of your ass before beading momentarily on the sheets, creating a pool of cum underneath you.

even noa didn’t realize he came that much. he blames it entirely on his intent to breed you.

he sits down wordlessly by your side, the two of you laying in the darkness in silence as you catch your breaths. noa debates getting up to fetch you some water or a towel, but before he can, you grab at his wrist and coax him back to your side.

“you asked me to stay with you,” you whisper. you sound so hushed, but noa would have to be an idiot not to pick up on the wavering tinges of longing in your words. “don’t go just yet… stay with me.”

he wipes some of the sweat off of your forehead, tucking some loose hairs behind your ear. he ducks his head down to kiss your face, just like how proper lovers would. you smile so brightly, despite your body still aching from the number noa just did to you. you’re an angel sent from heaven, this much noa is sure of. he has never been one to believe that sincerely in abstract concepts like soulmates and fate, but when he cups your face and rubs his thumb over the apples of your cheeks or your eyelids, he gets it. he truly does.

“don’t worry.” his voice is calming, and despite the fatigue ebbing over you in relentless waves, you can hear him loud and clear. “i’m not going anywhere.”

…

you’re fast asleep. noa’s aware that he should be asleep too, the clock ticking into the long and lonely stretches of early morning as he keeps you tucked into his chest. a firm arm holds you close to his heart, and your body slots against his like you were made to be held by him.

a missed call notification from his manager rests on his homescreen. he doesn’t want to pick up just yet. he doesn’t want to return to the real world, to his responsibilities, to be away from you.

a text message from his manager pops up, and he scans the preview with his usual eagle-like eyes.

‘sorry for calling you so late, noa. hope you’ve been doing well,’ his manager writes. ‘unfortunately, it looks like you’re going to have the next few months off as well. some material shipments got delayed, and without it, the stadium won’t be completed for a little while longer. your instructions are the same as last time: keep up with your exercise regime and do as your club tells you. other than that, you’re free to do as you want.’

relief floods noa’s weary body. he turns his phone over, blocking off the light before he pulls you to his chest even tighter. burying his nose into your hair, he holds you against his beating heart. thump-thump, your heartbeats syncopate to one another, and noa already knows he’s going to spend his precious time dedicating himself wholly to you and your happiness.

what he doesn’t see is the next text from his manager. not that it matters, noa has everything he could possibly want right now.

‘you sure are one lucky man,’ it reads. ‘make sure to take some time for yourself and relax, away from sports. breaks like these are rare.'

'you know what they say, noa. there really is no place like home.’

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saetoshis · 1 year

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[‹ MY EYES ONLY! ›] BLLK

[‹ WITH ›] nagi ; kunigami ; noel noa [ more in potential pt. 2 ]

[‹ SUMMARY ›] how they like to get off to pictures of you!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, all chars are 18+, consensual filming + nudes, oral (m. receiving), solo masturbation

[‹ NAGI ›] has a small stash of your nudes in his phone!

nagi can’t help but let out a grumble when he dies in his game for the 7th time, wishing you were by his side to cheer him on and give him kisses for good luck - maybe he’d be a winner if you were. but one thing he can’t ignore is just how much he misses you.

he wants you - craves you, thinks about you and smells the remnant of your perfume on his hoodie from earlier that day. it’s like a switch flips, and he can’t ignore the pressure tightening in his cock as he pictures you next to him. he’ll let out a mumbled ‘mm, what a pain’ as he pulls out his phone, scrolling embarrassingly to the little album of pictures he has of you.

the second he sees your frame splayed out for him all pretty on the sheets in his screen, an uncontrollable hitched breath leaves his chest. oh, you’re so pretty… nagi thinks he could die with how much he wants you here - all while he snakes his hand under his waistband to attend to the throbs of his cock.

he grumbles and pouts at first, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he seethes in a sharp breath. it only takes a few seconds before he’s leaning into the pleasure, cock twitching in his palm as he scans the picture over and over. ‘mm- wish you were here..’

nagi lets out a muffled, voice cracking moan when he cums in his hand, breath shallow and ragged as he comes down from his high with his hips slowly grinding up into his fist. he’ll sigh out from a little bit of internal cringe, but his feelings are still the same - he misses you. and he promises to himself that he’ll show you just how much next time he sees you.

[‹ KUNIGAMI ›] watches a video he took of you!

kunigami gets so used to habits, the feel of your body next to his while you’re in bed or the way you cuddle him as you sleep - so when you’re gone, he can’t help but notice.

he reaches out to pull you close to be met with nothing but sheets, and he just groans lowly under his breath. the twitch in his cock is habitual, usually by now he’d be gripping your waist and fucking into you hard enough to shake the bed - so now he finds himself pent up with nothing but his hand to fix it.

kunigami rolls over in bed to grasp for his phone, his tired eyes scouring through pictures and clips of you he has saved - coming across just the one he was looking for. you look so gorgeous underneath him, your face plastered in sheer lust as he fucks into you on camera. he can hear your whimpers in tandem with his grunts and the wet smacks, and fuck if it doesn’t turn him on so much.

he just mumbles ‘fuck, come back already’ under his breath as he slips his boxers down to let his cock spring out. his fist wraps around the head as he pumps the length in time with each stroke on video, grunts and rasped breaths falling from his lips and his phone.

kunigami waits to cum until he sees your pretty face on video when you cream all over his cock, the sounds like ecstasy to his ears as he fucks his fist faster. ‘fuck- oh, shit cumming..’ he mutters to himself as if you were there to hear it, ropes of white dripping onto his abdomen as he rides out the high. maybe he’ll message you that he misses you right now, he thinks to himself.

[‹ NOEL NOA ›] late at night when he’s away on trips!

noa is also a creature of habit, so it’s hard for him when he has to fly overseas and be away from you. the bed never feels right, the blankets aren’t as warm as the ones at home, and most of all - you’re not there to melt into his brawny hold as you drift off to sleep.

but this isn’t something new for either of you, and noa can’t say he isn’t used to missing you like this. but he’ll still sigh out heavily enough for his eyes to feel heavy, too. he’ll send a quick “miss you baby. bed’s lonely without you” into your messages before switching to his camera roll.

he has a stash of photos from his past trips overseas where you’ve sent him pictures to remind him that you’re all his. you even asked him to film you one time, just for these trips so he can watch it and remember your pretty sounds and faces just as much as needs - and he can’t help but watch it every night that he’s away, without fail.

the adorable look on your face when your mouth wraps around his cock on the screen - even though noa’s seen it a million times by now, it never fails to make his cock twitch in his hand so hard. ‘shit- so hot’ leaves his lips unconsciously, chest heaving as he gets so worked up over the wet noises and moans in the video.

it’s hard to tell which of noa’s grunts are real or from the video with the raspy, low overlaps, his hips fucking up into his fist as he imagines his hand was your pretty mouth instead. he’ll cum with a ragged pant, jaw open as groans tumble out and cum spills out onto his abdomen. he’ll take a picture of the mess when he’s done, just to remind you to take care of yourself, too.

2023 SAETOSHIS.

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jamayah · 10 months

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Summary: headcanons about how my fave bllk characters act when they are needy

Tw: Grinding teasing reader crushed egos mentions of cum

Characters: Ness, Kaiser, Noel, Loki, Isagi, Luna

Ness

Sfw

I think we can collectively agree that he would worship his s/o right?

Always tending to your every need and desire even if you didn't ask, but what about him?

I can guarantee if he was craving your attention he wouldn't show it.

It doesn't matter if he likes to love bomb. If you're busy or not giving him enough attention he thinks he did something wrong. He might think he's being punished honestly. I can't lie I would tease him and pretend I'm angry knowing he would try to fix my mood.

Once he can't take it and you've genuinely been busy, he would find you and beg for your attention.

Example

It was a rough day today and now I’m finally home after being worked like a dog. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and the joy it brings people but some just have no respect for the person behind the desk. I'm now lounging on the couch when I hear those familiar footsteps of my love. Ness slowly makes his way to where I am on the couch and stands in front of me with a disheveled look. I look at him confused but say nothing.

“My love, it seems that you have been busy haven't you?” Ness says testing the waters. “Yes, I have today was hectic” Ness’s expression slightly softens but still looks unsatisfied. He sits beside me and lays his head on my lap as I play with his hair. Soon we both fall asleep like that.

Nsfw

Disregard all that worshipping stuff his sexual needs always come first.

The same way he approached you would be the same way he would lay claim on you.

He would sit on your lap 100%

I know he whines but when he’s needy…we can stop there.

You can see the dark spot on his pants before he’s even seated, news Flash he isn’t hiding it

He wants you to do something about it, to offer I guess.

Example

Ness’s pov

Ness is a mess would be one way to put it, he can’t let you see it though. When he heard the door unlock he rushed you. He wouldn’t even let you sit down fully before climbing onto your lap. He senses that he startled you a bit so he leans in, touching foreheads with you. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He sees your amused expression and chuckles. “I guess you do. Since you know why don't you assist me with my little problem, yeah.” Ness is firm with his movements grinding his erection onto you, making you feel how needy he is. He kisses you as he ruts against your growing wet spot. You both are now feeling equally needed when he suggests that you both head to the bedroom.

Kaiser

Sfw

Now let's talk about this attention seeker.

He tries his best to absorb all of your attention and for the most part, he succeeds.

For this occasion only, he wasn't able to get that attention from you. We all know that he’s going insane because of it right?

You should be giving all your attention to him after all.

Nothing else or nobody else could take his rightful place in your life so why is it that you are hanging out with your friends than with Kaiser?

Example

You are out with your friends and having a good time. You were cooped up in the house with Kaiser for you don't know how long. You love him dearly but you have to remind him that you have a social life outside of him. All your laughing dies down when you see that familiar car drive up from outside the cafe’s window. Kaiser calmly gets out of the car and walks inside the cafe. You want to say that you're surprised when he takes a seat beside you and starts talking to your friends like they were his, but you aren't. All while he's talking to them, he has a tight grip on your thigh so you make the right decision to excuse you both to where he can cuddle up in your embrace.

Nsfw

Congratulations! Kaiser has now become 10x worse now that he is needy and horny.

This little menace will take you in his arms and start to rub his bulge on you.

He might leave you there breathless so you can be the one that seems needy.

He’ll grab hold of your hips squeezing and taunting you, riling you up.

You will most likely be the one to initiate sex with all his teasing.

Example

Kaiser is an insect. I know this yet I stay. Today was supposed to be one where I hang out with friends but I find myself checking my phone constantly because he is sending nonstop dirty texts and nudes. Oh god, it's getting too hard to resist. I am listening to my friend go on about something but these messages have me squirming in my chair. I can't take it anymore and tell him to be ready once I get home. I excuse myself and arrive home faster than expected. I walk into our bedroom to see him in his robe wrapped around him while he's laying on our bed with his cock in hand. When I get closer he starts to stroke it at a slow pace so I can see him leaking pre from the tip. My irritation disappears instantly and is replaced with lust as I drop my things on the ground and make my way to the bed. Kaiser’s smirk widens and he opens his legs wider. “You know what to do my little slut.”

Noel

Sfw

Noel is probably one of the busiest people on this list but let's just say he had a few days off.

He might have mentioned that he would be taking those days off to hint at you that you should take off too.

But you didn't get the hint so while he was home, you were at work leaving him lonesome.

He doesn't say anything about it because he’d rather not look needy in front of you but he might pout.

When you do get home I would suggest some cuddles.

Be warned that once he has you in his grip he will never let you go.

If you have to go to the bathroom he’ll go with you and sit in there. He’s that clingy.

Example

You finally get home and now you just want to lay down and get some rest. You are thinking of taking a nap before you shower since you don't want to fall asleep in the shower. When you walk into the bedroom you see Noel reading on his side of the bed. You take in how beautiful this man is as you hop on the bed happy that he’s home. You don't want to disturb him so you turn over ready to take a nap when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn over to see Noel now looking at you with the book aside he gives you such a cute look as he opens his arms for you. You turn back over and wrap your arms around his neck while leaving kisses on his face.

Nsfw

There isn't much I have to change because whether he's normal needy or horny needy he will act the same.

The only change will be his bedroom eyes.

If you guys have been together for a while you can tell the slight changes in his facial expressions.

When he’s horny he will have a little gleam in his eyes that make you want to enclose. Mostly you will initiate unless you're teasing him or just that slow.

Example

You arrive home at the same time and walk into your bedroom to see Noel on his side of the bed. He seemed to have been waiting for you. You walk over to him to see the clear bulge in his pants and you reach up to cup his cheek in your hands. You give him a slow kiss that makes him groan. He leans over and lifts you off the floor and onto the bed. He gets on top of you just to grind his bulge down on your leg. You let out a breathy sigh and sneak your hand down into his pants and pull out his cock. His breath hitches as you give it a quick pump. He is in a kneeling position over you and uses his hips to thrust up into your grip. You use your other hand to cup his balls and your thumb to play with his tip. His pace becomes erratic as the veins on his length swell signaling his coming release.

You smile and open your mouth as he comes all over your face, some hitting your hair and some hitting your chin. Most was shot into your mouth so you swallowed and licked your lips. Noel uses a few moments to catch his breath before speaking. “Strip, I'm not done yet.”

Loki

Sfw

The prince has arrived!

I feel that the only reason he would be needy is if you were both at an event and he couldn't get a moment alone with you.

The poor guy just wanted to hold his s/o’s hand but got interrupted by multiple news reporters asking when his next game will be.

You might feel him stare at the back of your neck for the rest of the night since you choose to eat at the bar instead of be by his side.

Example

The party wasn't at all fun. Neither of you enjoy going to parties anyway but his manager pleaded with Loki to just make an appearance. Loki asks you to come along and you happily oblige. Walking into the party you both were immediately rushed, all the reporters on each side asking questions. You feel bad for Loki but can’t help but slip out of his arms and walk over to the bar. The food there had you on cloud 9 but you couldn’t fully enjoy it with Loki staring at the back of your neck. You can tell he’s tense because you left his side but he knows you hate being surrounded. Once the party is over you go to find Loki sitting near a window probably sulking. You take his hand and pull him towards you. Once he's close enough you lay a kiss on his lips and say. “Let's go home, my love.” He smiles as you both walk out of the place.

Nsfw

I feel like he would be the most patient.

I see him ignoring his neediness until you notice.

Or hear me out...he takes care of it while you're sleeping.

That would be so hot of him to just not be able to sleep because of his pulsing cock and he doesn't want to disturb you so he jerks off right next to you.

He tries to keep his voice down but it feels too good.

I sleep like the dead and I want to use that as an example.

Example

Loki’s pov

This takes place after the party but he can't stop thinking about the way you look tonight. He thought about all the ways he could undress you. How surprised you would be by his direct demands. He could've slammed you against the wall and taken you there or maybe he could've fucked you in the shower that you both shared. He held back so much that the strain in his pants is starting to hurt. He can't take it anymore so he yanks his boxers down and pulls out his cock. He goes back to all the memories he has of you sucking him off or teasing him in public. He knows just jerking off isn't enough he needs your help. He decides on using your hand to slowly pump his cock. He moans and is now enjoying your touch even if you're not aware of it. He’s almost sure you wouldn't mind since you have sucked him off while he was sleeping before. He gets comfortable enough to get closer to your side and he stops thrusting into your hand. He wants more of you so he rubs his dick on your butt, enjoying the curve. He lifts your leg and slides his cock in between your thighs. He uses your warmth to fuck his cock. His precum wets your shorts as he fucks your thighs. He has to bite his lips to keep from moaning too loud as he grabs your hips. “F-fuck ahh...darling even when your sleep you still make me feel good I'm close...so close.” He knows you can't hear him but he can't help but praise you. He feels his dicks throb and the slick sounds it's making. He squishes your thighs together and uses a bit more strength than necessary, trying to find his release. He has long forgotten about keeping quiet as he fucks your thighs faster. He’s patting and moaning your name no longer caring about waking you. “I need to come ahh!.. Fuck I'm coming for you darling oh...god I'm coming for you!” He comes in quick spurts all over the sheets. Some of it drips down your bare thigh as he fucks himself through the release. He puts his now softened cock away and kisses your forehead falling asleep hoping that tomorrow he’ll have a bit more courage to fuck you how he wants to.

Isagi

Sfw

Isagi is a bipolar bomb as one would put it.

He is the sweet boyfriend you know and love one moment then all of a sudden he's a demanding controlling boyfriend.

Now you might think that he's only like that on the field but I disagree.

Once he feels his needs aren't being met he goes from not wanting to bother you to placing himself in front of whatever your doing.

This can happen a lot since he is simply a needy person.

Don't worry he's only doing this because he loves you!

Example

Isagi’s pov

“Aww he grabbed her hand this is so cute!” You were squealing about some book while Isagi was right there! He swears that you might be in a relationship with the book instead of him. You've been reading the same book all-day, completely ignoring him. He is sitting next to you on the couch as you read with a big smile on your face. He pouts as you take a sip of your tea. He thinks about how much he didn't get to see you this week with all the practice matches and personal workouts he's been doing. I guess when you're not working you like to read but when he's not working he likes to be in your arms so this book is now a threat. In one quick movement, he reaches over and snatches the book out of your hands. You let out a whine to which he finds adorable, as he wraps his arms around you and lays his head on your chest. “I wasn't finished with that!” “Yeah, but I decided that you were.” You chuckle a bit at his immaturity but still hold him close. “ I love you Isagi.” “I love you too.”

Nsfw

For Isagi, him being horny and needy is a dangerous combo.

I feel that if you are there but not trying to satisfy him he wouldn't care for pleasing you.

He gave you signs that he wanted you and you ignored him now expect selfishness from him.

He will always reason that you should've paid more attention to your boyfriend.

Though if it were me I'd thank him for the meal I'm just saying😏

He would manhandle you for sure.

Hey, at least he won't tease you!

Example

After he snatched that book Isagi leaned in for a kiss, surprising you yet again. When he pulls back he gives that look that you recognize when he's on the field. Something in you tightens. “Knees.” When he says that you know that it wasn't a suggestion so you get on your knees in between his legs. He opens his legs a bit and you notice the mess he made in his pants. Normally you would tease him but the look in his eyes shuts you up. You pull his length out and taste the tip. It tastes a bit salty but good due to diet. He gasps because of how sensitive he is and grabs your chin pulling you closer to it. You open your mouth and take him in despite not going all the way down because of his size. He grabs your hair and pushes you down further to where you can feel him throb inside your throat. You swallow around his length and earn a curse from him. He starts to move slowly allowing you to relax your throat. Your tongue is swirling around his cock as his thrusts get harsher. He almost whines when you suction your cheeks. “F-fuck babe...you suck dick like a pro. You gonna take my cum, yeah gonna let me fill that throat? You try to speak but it only makes him feel more pleasure. Your hair is a mess as he lifts his hips up from the couch and he fucks your throat. “Oh aha...god oh fuck...take it all baby!...take it a-all hfnm! He shoots his cum down your throat as he fucks your throat gently through his orgasm. You try to swallow it all but when he pulls out some spills down the corner of your mouth. “Good girl...such a good girl.” He pats his lap for you to come sit. “ Now come here and give me a taste.”

Luna

Sfw

Now it's time to discuss this bit- I mean wonderful man.

Everything he says makes you second-guess his intentions.

You love him though and it helps that he's hot right?

When he's needy he’ll be way worse than normal.

I want this to be fun though so let's say you both are out with mutual friends.

He wants you to pay attention to him but you seem to be having too much fun with the guys here.

He wouldn't call it jealousy but we all know he can be possessive.

Here's an example of his lose- I mean cute behavior.

Example

“So do you have any more stories about how you two both met the first one was hilarious.” The guys or should you say his teammates were trying to milk you of any information about how Luna acts when they aren't around. You couldn't blame them honestly because your boyfriend was a puzzle. You would like to say you were different but he's about the same when you two are alone. You can remember times when he would be soft but you can remember more times of him just leaving you confused and frustrated. This time however you could read him enough to know he wanted to leave. You could tell but you saw this as a chance to tease him. Until he looked at you with those sharp eyes that made you think doing so was a bad idea. You know how petty he can be so you excused yourself to the bathroom knowing that in a second he would be right behind. “Now dear why are you being so difficult?” When he says that you decide to continue on. “Whatever do you mean love?” His jaw tenses slightly. He grabs your waist and pulls you in so that he can lay his head on your shoulder. “Mi Amor you drive me insane... let's go home.” When he says that in a moment of weakness, you can't help but lift his face and leave kisses all over. “Then we should go if that's what you want.” He smiles at your compliance. “Yes because having to share your time is like pushing burning needles through my heart.”

Nsfw

I am a firm believer that he doesn't have that high of a sex drive which is why you find yourself begging for his godly hands to get off.

That would be the only way to get what you want after all.

But in this case, he is the one wanting.

Don't for a second think he won't get what he wants though.

Even in public he still has control.

You know that if he doesn't get what he wants he'll drag you both home and starve you of your orgasm time and time again.

So you better keep those hands busy while running your mouth and maybe he'll reward you.

Example

You can feel him tapping you under the table. You can tell he wants you to touch him. It's not like you haven't don't it in public before but this time is way more risky. These are the same guys who got your boyfriend to share you in a private room at a club. It was a wild night and when you woke up your body was aching. That could easily happen again so you want to be careful. You reach over and grab his thigh. You can feel how much training he does by just touching it. He moves your hand over to his crotch. He seems to be impatient so this wouldn't be a good time to tease him. You pull out his cock and start stroking. Your pace is lacking rhythm only because one small mistake could lead you to an embarrassing or fucked situation. While your boyfriend talks, you can see how tense his jaw gets when you circle your thumb around the tip. He leans back a little to make it seem like he was just getting comfortable but in reality, he was opening his legs wider trying to chase the pleasure. His hand joins yours as he nears his end he fondles his balls a bit to speed things up. He chokes out a laugh to hide his moan but you can tell the others already know now. “Are you really getting jerked off under the table? Your little slut is amazing, hey can you jerk me off too?” you hear the guy laugh but you know he was seriously asking. “Sh-shut up.” Your boyfriend reaches the edge as he's being taunted which surprises you as he no longer cares to hide his hip thrust under the table. His cock is still leaking cum as it hardens again. He stands up and shows you the mess on his hands causing the men to make obscene noises. ”Hey tell them to lick up the mess!” Another one of the guys shouts. Luna turns to you and smiles. “Well, my love aren't you gonna listen?” Your face flushes as he puts his fingers in your mouth, letting you taste the mess you made. You take each of his fingers in your mouth and then you grab his hand so you can lick the rest of his palm. You stare at him as you do silencing the room. That ignites the fire in him as he grabs your arm and leads you into the back seat of his car. “Now dear can you show me all these new tricks you learned for me in here or do I have to have them fuck it out of you as well. There he goes with that devilish smile, the one you can't refuse.

A/n god this took mad long but it mostly was because of how many ideas kept coming to me😭 I switched narratives a bit and I was trying out a gender-neutral reader. Let me know if y'all like it. Comment and reblog cause I enjoy attention❤️🩷

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