Blue Lock boys overhear your conversations and think you hate how they fuck you

Ft. Bunny Iglesias, Sae Itoshi, Vivian Hugo, Michael Kaiser

Bunny Iglesias

Bunny was on top of you, thrusting achingly slow, and just the tip at that. It was driving you mad. This wasn’t like your boyfriend at all. Sure he took his time with you but by now he’d have your face smashed into the pillow dumping load after load into you. So what the fuck had gotten into him?

It was killing you. Your arousal was dripping onto the sheets while he teased you with just the tip. Your face was hot and your body was squirming, looking for any sort of release.

“Mm-Bunny…go all the way baby,” You whined, arching your back so his cock would slip in a little further.

But Bunny just pulled back, continuing to tease you with just his tip prodding in and out of your entrance.

“What’s wrong Princesa? I thought you didn’t like it rough.” He stopped moving all together and looked at you pointedly.

You whined at the loss of the small movement that was keeping you somewhat sane. What was he talking about? He knows you love it when he fucks you rough, he knows you absolutely love having your legs thrown over his shoulders while he thrusts into you. Half of the time when you see him all you think about is his biceps choking you while he drills into you from behind.

“What?” You asked aloud, confused.

Bunny leaned back, pulling out of you, “I heard you say to your friend on the phone the other day ‘I hate that he’s so rough’. So I decided to not be rough, since you hate it so much,” He explained, crossing his big arms over his bare chest while turning his head away from you, a small pout and light blush on his face.

You blinked and stared at your boyfriend. “Bunny” You cooed, reaching to run a hand down his bicep. “I was talking about our professor, we were complaining about how tough he grades” You stifled a laugh watching Bunny’s pout drop and face blush deeper.

“You weren’t speaking about me?” He asked, arms still crossed across his scarred chest.

“Of course not handsome. I love when you’re rough.” You laughed lightly at him, “I didn’t even say ‘rough’ I said ‘tough’”

“English isn’t my first language,” He replied, grabbing your legs and throwing them on his shoulders.

He thrust in slowly, his cock finally stretching you open as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy. You let out a soft moan, digging your nails into his shoulders as your pussy squelched, your arousal coating his thick cock.

“Let me redeem myself Cariño” He spoke before catching your lips in a kiss.

Sae Itoshi

Everybody knows Sae to quiet and reserved. Not shy, but always saying less than necessary.

But when you two got intimate it would be one of the few times he’d let loose and let his sounds spill freely from his lips while he was sheathed inside you.

It took months of your prodding and persuading but he finally felt comfortable enough around you to be vulnerable in that way.

So why the fuck was he quiet as a mouse while you were riding him. He could never keep quiet while you were on top.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, gently bouncing up and down his length. His head was turned away from you, refusing to make eye contact, and his jaw was clenched. He did feel it, he was stifling his moans on purpose. You for the life of you just couldn’t understand why.

So you did the only rational thing: you began bouncing and grinding harder, moaning his name obscenely, and digging your nails into his chest.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and grabbed the pillow beside his head and covered his face to stifle a moan. You heard a soft vibration move through the pillow, as he clutched it with both hands.

You stopped moving and yanked the pillow off his face, “What is wrong with you today?!” You asked your boyfriend, bewilderment and slight anger in your voice.

“Nothing.” He mumbled with a scowl on his face, turning his head away from you again.

You grabbed his chin and forced his head to face you, “What’s wrong?” You asked, a little bit more sincere this time.

He tried to look away again but you kept your grip on his jaw firm.

Sae let out a sigh, “I heard you say to your friend you hate how loud I get, when I went to pick you up yesterday,” He mumbled.

You looked at him, confused for a moment.

Then you remembered, “Oh Sae, baby, that wasn’t about you hun, it was about this annoying try-hard at work. He always talks super loud and then I can’t ever hear what customers are saying.” You cooed gently, pushing his messy hair back.

“Oh” He stared up at you, embarrassed, “Sorry” He said, blushing, turning his head away from you.

“It’s okay,” You replied, caressing his cheek and slowly moving your hips again, grinding down on his cock.

This time he gripped your hips tightly and whimpered proudly as your pussy clenched around him like a vice.

But you better not tell anyone Sae Itoshi does anything but brood around all day.

Michael Kaiser

“Mihay…I’m tired” You whine.

You’ve been bouncing up and down on your boyfriend’s dick for what feels like hours now, and usually when you’d mention being tired he’d switch positions without complaint, but today he was being unusually cruel, refusing to give your tired legs a break.

“Keep going Schatz, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Michael spoke from under you.

He was resting lazily on the silk sheets, looking up at you with a look that was a mix between smugness and disappointment? His hands were behind his head and he was barely letting out any noise, bitting down on his tongue to make sure of it too.

You didn’t have the energy to ponder about it, the pleasure coursing through your body and the burn in your legs was all you could feel at the moment.

“Mihya pleease. I can’t keep going.” You cried out in frustration.

Michael just looked at you with an eyebrow raised. When it was clear your boyfriend wasn’t going to step in anytime soon you got off of him and collapsed on the bed with a huff.

Michael leaned over, hovering on top of you, “Bet you won’t complain about me always being on top now, will you Schatzi?” He said with a smirk.

You looked up at him with furrowed brows, catching your breath, and waiting for the feeling to come back into your legs, “Mihya what’re you talking about?”

Michael looked offended beyond belief, “Do you think I’m stupid Schatz? I heard you talking to your friend the other day saying ‘Oh I hate how he always has to be on top all the time’. So I only gave you what you wanted.”

You stared up at him and hit his chest lightly, “Now I really do think you’re stupid Mihya, I wasn’t even talking about you! I was talking about this guy in my lecture who’s a total teachers pet. God if you’re gonna eavesdrop at least listen to the whole thing” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh” He stared at you deadpan, his pride wounded because he was wrong, “So you don’t hate it when I’m on top of you?” He asked, trying to regain some of his dignity.

“Oh course not Mihya,” You replied, wrapping your arms around him to pull him onto you, “I love when you’re on top,” You kissed him then, pulling his chest flush to yours.

“So we can continue?” He said, not really asking for permission because he knew your answer.

Before you could respond he slowly slid into you, looking down at your figure laid so beautifully on the pillows under him, right where you belong.

Vivian Hugo

Vivien was thrusting into you, huffing lightly and letting out a breathy moan here and there.

But something was wrong.

He refused to look at you and his hands stayed planted firmly on the sheets beside your head, refusing to touch you.

Your stomach was churning and your mind was racing thinking of anything you could’ve done to make him behave like this.

Normally, your boyfriend would hold you close, his hands exploring your body, and his onyx staring into yours as he thrust into you. In fact, he’d throw a fit if you even asked to do doggy because he couldn’t see your face properly, so what the fuck was his problem right now?

“Vivi,” You whined quietly under him. Your hands moved up his biceps and grabbed his shoulders, “Vivian,” You spoke again as your right hand reached up and cupped his face. You pulled his face down to look at you and he immediately closed his eyes.

Your heart broke.

“Vivian, stop” You called out, squeezing your legs against his waist, hoping to get him to slow down.

He stilled, but stayed sheathed inside you. He finally looked down at you, concern lacing his features, “What wrong?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Your eyes were watery and you bit your lip before you spoke, trying to stop the tremor in your voice, “Why won’t you look at me? Or touch me? Did I do something?” You asked quietly, tears threatening to spill down your face.

Vivian’s face dropped when you spoke. His eyes widened in horror and you could almost hear his heart shatter hearing your words.

“Mon chou, don’t cry” He said, cupping your cheek, “I thought you didn’t want me to touch you? I didn’t want to cross any boundaries”

You stared at each for a moment with mirroring expressions of utter sadness and confusion. You’ve been together for 2 years! What could he possibly be on about?!

“Why wouldn’t I want you to touch me?” You asked, breaking the silence.

Vivians throat bobbed before he spoke, “When I picked you up from campus yesterday you were speaking with your friend and I heard you say ‘It’s so creepy how he makes eye contact and then touches me.’ I thought you were speaking of me. I was confused you even wanted to go this far today. I thought I you were beginning to get sick of me.”

Your eyes widened in remembrance, “Noo, Vivi, no. I wasn’t speaking about you. I was talking about this barista at the coffee shop on campus. He flirts with me all the time and when he hands me my drink he always makes direct eye contact and touches my hand. We were talking about how creepy his behaviour is” You trailed off, biting your lip.

“So I don’t disgust you?” Vivian asked quietly.

“Of course not! I love when you look into my eyes and touch me” You replied shyly.

“Do I need to deal with this barista that bothers you?” He asked, the newfound reassurance lighting up his face.

You laughed and smiled up at him, “How about you fuck me properly first. We can deal with everything else later,” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Vivian kissed you like a man starved. His tongue slid into your mouth as he slowly began thrusting into you again, his hands all over your body now, caressing and squeezing.

He moaned against your mouth, “I love you,” He breathed against your lips.

“Love you more,” You breathed out as he kissed down your neck to make up for the lost time.

Idek what this is man.

I was too tired to comprehend a title

Not proofread

I need to sleep foreverrrrr.

Need Vivian sososo bad, need those big ahh hands all over me.

Okay byeee, hope u liked this divas

at least not fatally, but God, does he come close.

germany had just suffered a devastating double blow in the world cup after a defeat against both paraguay and ecuador respectively, which sent bastard munchen home with their heads held low—but not kaiser.

if anything, the loss just pumped him up with more energy, more anger, more passion than anything. unfortunately for you, this translates even in bed.

your body is pressed down against the soft mattress, a complete contast to the treatment you’re getting. kaiser is rough—coarse, even—and when he fucks, he makes your mere existence feel like grounds for a punishment.

“f–fuck, take it… take all of it, you worthless slut…”

his voice is rugged as he speaks, burying his cock deep inside you as you sob against his hold.

“c–can’t anymore…”

“shut the fuck up,” he rasps, catching his breath as he looks down on you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he hated you, “this is all you’re good for.”

his eyes look at you with such intensity, and in such a dizzy state of mind, you’re unable to differentiate if it’s lust or love that’s projecting on his irises.

he slaps you once, making you gasp and whine as his palm meets your face before he cups your cheeks aggressively, “i’m gonna dump all my cum into you and you’ll take it because that’s what you’re meant to do. do you fucking understand me?”

you whimper as you press yourself further into the bedding, a futile attempt at running away. kaiser huffs as he lets you go and starts thrusting once again.

“i’m never letting this pussy go,” he exhales as he continues bullying his cock inside, taking up every inch of your insides as he throws his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing.

and you let him, God save your soul. because you know deep down, he doesn’t mean it—all the things he says, all the mean words he throws your way and the wounds he afflicts upon your skin. he just needs to feel some sense of control after such a tough loss, and if this is exactly how he wants you, this is how he’ll get you.

because to love kaiser is to love him in a way that makes you feel small sometimes.

the front door to the apartment flung open abruptly, startling you from where you sat on the couch. whipping your head towards the sound, you saw kaiser throwing his sports bag to the ground and yanking on the zipper of his team jacket.

“micha?” you squeak out, your eyes capturing the sight of his seemingly flushed appearance.

“y/n,” he said gruffly, stomping over to you.

“. . . yes?”

he stood right in front of your sitting frame, making you lift your chin up to look at his face. sharp eyes, ruffled hair, red cheeks, sweaty skin. . .

what was with him?

“get the measuring tape.” he said before turning and walking down the hall.

. . . what?

you walked into the bedroom, measuring tape in hand as you searched for kaiser.

“micha?” you called upon not seeing him.

then, the ensuite bathroom door opened quietly.

and there kaiser was.

completely, utterly, totally naked.

you eyed him up and down, your gaze slowly widening the more your mind processed the image on display.

“schatzi, you’re hard,” you commented.

“i need to be,” he said through clenched teeth.

you didn’t take the idea that he was trying to seduce you. rather, he was on a wavelength you were too inept to understand.

“for . . .?” you probed, frozen in place from the shock that is taking its sweet time settling into you.

“i need you to measure my dick,” he said bluntly. “. . . at it’s fullest size.”

“measure it? are you serious? why?” you scoffed in disbelief, the measuring tape in your hands now feeling like a babbling joke.

“just fucking do it!” he demanded, his pale skin slightly reddening from oncoming impatience.

“okay, okay,” you sighed in surrender.

step by step, you hobbled over to him, your senses still completely flipped askew from the situation at hand. he’s such a fucking weirdo, and he never does shit about having self-awareness. he claims he has it. he doesn’t.

you kneeled down, fully focused on his erect dick just making itself known.

you settled the base of the measuring tape at his pelvis before you languidly started pulling the tape out more, following the length of kaiser’s dick.

“this is so fucking stupid. . .” you muttered under your breath.

kaiser looked down at you, folding his arms over his chest as he waited for you to be done. clearly, this was very important to him.

“. . .6.8 inches,” you declared, releasing the tape to let it fall back into the base.

you stood back up, looking at kaiser with a flat expression. “you happy now?”

kaiser gave a curt nod, his eyes closed with such baffling entitlement it put sores on your heart. “yeah.” his eyes flickered open quickly. “wait— 6.8 inches?!”

“is that a problem?”

“isagi is 6.9!” he whined. “measure it again! you must’ve gotten it wrong!”

you blinked, only capable of a blank stare. what the fuck? how and why did he know isagi’s dick size? and was he seriously making dick sizes a competition? what the fuck was his problem?

you sighed, your shoulders even slumping. “alright then. . .” and you got back on your knees, already pulling the measuring tape back out.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

a//n ts is such balls but i found it in my notes a couple days ago and i was like wtf i wrote this?! ALSO ISAGI IS ALMOST 7 INCHES??

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!!! getting fucked multiple times, rough sex, oral sex, somnophilia, doggystyle, penetrative sex,

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: this story inspired at this video i saw it from x/twitter

8:27 AM - Bedroom

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the light blue sheets where you lie face-down, your bare back exposed to the cool air. Your patterned pajama pants cling to your hips, the only barrier between you and the crisp morning. The blanket suddenly lifts away, and Kaiser's weight settles onto the mattress behind you.

"Hey, wake up," his voice cuts through your drowsy state, "or else I fuck you."

Before you can respond, his hands are on you, yanking down your pajama pants with impatient fingers. The fabric slides down your thighs, leaving you completely exposed. His palm presses between your legs, rubbing roughly against your pussy as he positions himself behind you. Your moan escapes involuntarily as his fingers part your folds, testing your readiness.

"Already wet for me," he mutters, his voice thick with satisfaction. His cock presses against your entrance, pushing inside with deliberate slowness that makes your body tense beneath him. The stretch burns as he sinks deeper, your upper body pressed firmly into the mattress while he grips your hips with bruising force.

Kaiser begins thrusting immediately, his heavy body covering yours completely as he drives into you. Each movement forces your bare breasts against the sheets, your nipples rubbing against the fabric with every impact. His 80kg frame pins you down, making escape impossible as he fucks you with increasing intensity. Your face stays buried in the pillow, muffling your sounds as he uses your body for his morning release.

"Take it," he growls, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh. "This is what happens when you don't wake up when I tell you to."

His thrusts become erratic, his cock swelling inside you before he floods your pussy with hot cum. He stays buried deep, grinding against you as his orgasm pulses through him, ensuring every drop stays inside before finally pulling out.

9:20 AM - Bathroom

Steam from the shower still lingers in the air as you stand at the sink, your tight tank top riding up to expose your midriff while you brush your teeth. The minty foam fills your mouth as you lean over the counter, completely unaware of Kaiser's approach until his presence looms behind you.

His shorts hit the floor with a soft sound. His erect cock presses against your ass, the head sliding between your cheeks as he positions himself. Without warning, he pushes inside your already cum-filled pussy, the mixture of his previous load and your arousal making the penetration slick and easy.

You brace yourself against the sink, your toothbrush still in your mouth as he begins thrusting. Each movement rocks your body forward, your breasts swaying beneath the thin tank top. The tiled bathroom amplifies every sound - the wet slap of skin on skin, your muffled moans around the toothbrush, his heavy breathing.

Kaiser reaches around to grab your jaw, tilting your head back as he fucks you harder against the counter. "Keep brushing," he commands, his other hand gripping your hip to hold you steady. "Don't stop just because I'm using you."

Your attempts to continue the mundane task become increasingly difficult as his pace intensifies. The toothbrush falls from your lips, clattering into the sink as your hands grip the counter edge. His cock drives deep with each thrust, the angle allowing him to hit spots that make your legs shake.

"Fuck, you're still so tight," he pants, his fingers leaving marks on your skin. "Even after I filled you up this morning."

His second orgasm hits with force, his cock pulsing as he empties another load inside you. Cum leaks out around his shaft, dripping down your thighs as he continues shallow thrusts to work it deeper.

11:47 AM - Mirror Sequence

The white rug feels soft beneath your knees as you kneel in front of the full-length mirror, applying makeup with careful precision. Your black long-sleeve crop top hugs your torso while the black thong leaves most of your ass exposed. The peaceful moment shatters when Kaiser steps in front of you, his semi-hard cock already at eye level.

"Open," he orders, his hand tangling in your hair. Your lips part automatically, accepting his length as he pushes past them. The taste of his skin mixes with traces of your previous encounters, the evidence of his morning activities still coating his shaft.

Your lipstick leaves red prints along his cock as you take him deeper, your eyes watering as he hits the back of your throat. Kaiser holds your head steady, guiding your movements with firm pressure as you work your mouth along his length.

"Look at yourself," he demands, tilting your head so you can see your reflection. "See how desperate you look with my cock in your mouth."

The overhead angle captures every detail - your lips stretched around his girth, saliva dripping down your chin, your body positioned on all fours like an offering. He fucks your face with increasing roughness, using your mouth for his pleasure while you struggle to maintain the rhythm.

"That's it, take it all," he groans, his grip tightening in your hair. "Show me how much you want it."

When he cums, it's directly down your throat, thick ropes of cum forcing you to swallow or choke. Some escapes the corners of your mouth, mixing with your lipstick as he pulls out, leaving you gasping and marked.

1:22 PM - Living Room Couch

The large white couch cushions sink beneath your weight as you lie on your back, legs spread wide while Kaiser kneels between your thighs. Your black crop top is the only clothing remaining, pushed up to expose your breasts as he positions his cock at your entrance.

"Time for round four," he announces, pushing inside with one smooth thrust. Your phone rests forgotten in your hand as he begins fucking you, each movement making your body bounce against the cushions.

Kaiser leans over you, his weight pressing you deeper into the couch as he drives his cock into your cum-soaked pussy. The wet sounds of his thrusts fill the living room, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. Your free hand grips his shoulder, nails digging into his skin as he fucks you with single-minded focus.

"Count them," he orders, his voice strained with exertion. "Tell me how many times I've used you today."

"F-four," you gasp, your voice breaking as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. "This is the fourth time."

"Good girl," he praises, his pace becoming more aggressive. "And we're not even done yet."

His thrusts grow more frantic, the couch creaking beneath you as he chases his release. When he cums, it's with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he adds another load to your already overflowing pussy. Cum leaks out around his shaft, soaking into the white cushions beneath you.

3:39 PM - Kitchen

The marble kitchen table feels cold against your palms as you lean over it, your brown polo fitted tightly across your tits while you attempt to focus on your laptop. The glasses perched on your nose slide down slightly as you concentrate on the screen, completely unaware of Kaiser's approach until his hands grip your hips.

"Working hard?" he asks mockingly, his naked body pressing against your back. His cock slides between your thighs, finding your entrance with practiced ease. The fabric of your polo tears as he yanks it open, buttons scattering across the marble surface.

"Kaiser, wait—" your protest dies as he pushes inside, his cock stretching your abused pussy once again. The position forces you onto your tiptoes, your upper body pressed against the cool marble while he fucks you from behind.

His hands grip your hips with bruising force, pulling you back to meet each thrust. The modern kitchen setting contrasts sharply with the raw, animalistic way he uses your body. Your laptop slides across the table with each impact, the screen displaying forgotten work as pleasure overrides everything else.

"Such a good little fuck toy," he pants, his voice thick with lust. "Always ready for me, no matter what you're doing."

The torn polo hangs from your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the cool air as he pounds into you. Your moans echo off the kitchen walls, mixing with the wet sounds of his cock driving into your cum-filled pussy.

When he cums, it's with enough force to push you forward across the table, your body sliding on the marble as he empties another load inside you. The excess cum drips down your thighs, pooling on the kitchen floor beneath you.

8:13 PM - Living Room Couch (Evening)

The lingerie dress clings to your curves, the delicate fabric pulled aside to expose your pussy as you position yourself on all fours on the living room couch. The thong is soaked through with the evidence of your day, the fabric pushed to the side as Kaiser kneels behind you.

"Last one for today," he promises, though his tone suggests otherwise. His cock presses against your entrance, sliding inside with ease thanks to the multiple loads already filling you. The doggy-style position allows him to drive deeper than before, his hands gripping your hips as he begins thrusting.

The close-up view captures every detail - his thick cock disappearing into your pussy, the way your ass ripples with each impact, his fingers leaving marks on your skin. Your lingerie dress rides up around your waist, the delicate material bunching as he fucks you with increasing intensity.

"Look at this mess," he groans, watching his previous loads leak out around his cock. "You've been such a good cum dump today."

His thrusts become more aggressive, the couch cushions muffling your increasingly loud moans as he uses you for his final release. The position allows him to hit spots that make your vision blur, your arms giving out as you collapse face-down into the cushions.

Kaiser follows you down, his weight pinning you completely as he drives his cock deeper. "Take it all," he commands, his voice strained. "Every fucking drop."

His final orgasm is the most intense, his cock pulsing as he floods your pussy one last time. The sheer volume forces cum to leak out around his shaft, soaking the couch cushions beneath you as he grinds against you, ensuring every drop stays inside.

12 at the midnight

By the end of the day, your body bears the evidence of six intense encounters. Cum leaks from your well-used pussy, your skin marked with fingerprints and bruises from Kaiser's grip. The torn clothing and scattered buttons throughout the apartment tell the story of a day spent being used for his pleasure, your body serving as his personal toy from morning until night.

𝐄𝐍𝐃

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒖: "𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕"

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾… 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺, 𝗋𝗂𝗇, 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝖺𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂, 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗈, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂, 𝗋𝖾𝗈, 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂, 𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎, 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗎

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂 !𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, fluff.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 <3

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖸𝗈𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖨𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖨𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝖲𝖺𝖾

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖧𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝖸𝗈

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖵𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖧𝗎𝗀𝗈

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖧𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗈

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖲𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖭𝖺𝗀𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖮𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗂𝗄𝗎

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖡𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖨𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗎

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖱𝗒𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗂 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖩𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝖨𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗎 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 <3

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ a/n: can we talk about keito nakamura orrrrr...? literally a blue lock character in the flesh.

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!

Kaiser being mean (no surpise there)!

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Kaiser mocks, grabbing your hips and yanking all you all way back onto his cock so it slams back inside of your pussy. You cry out, fingers pathetically twitching, begging for something to grip on.

"Don't try and run away. How you gonna run away when you're this wet. Don't bite at the hand that feeds you." Kaiser mocks – completely unfazed as if you're not falling apart beneath him. Cold-hearted. Not an ounce of sympathy.

"Kaiserrr— hnck– please! Sl-Slow down!"

"Alright, yeah, fine. I'll slow down." He says in almost a too sugary-sweet tone. He clearly has no good intention behind his words.

He drags his cock all the way out of your cunt at a tantalising slow pace, and then pushes it back in at the same cruel pace. A mean back and forth. It has you whining and writhing beneath him.

"Why you whining, hm?"

"Faster, please! Please–"

"C'mon, just told me slow down. One second, you want me to go fast, another second you want me to slow down. You're the definition of contradiction. " He tuts, almost annoyed, like he isn't the one manipulating your head and body like this, "But, fine. You want it faster. You'll get it faster."

His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, shifting on his knees before he's slamming his cock in and out of you. You choke up on your moans, reaching your hands behind yourself to see if you can try and push him away from you. He tsks, grabbing both of your arms and pinning them down against your back. "Squirm again and see what happens. I ain't done with you yet. Far from."

Kaiser loves when you ride him, despite how nervous about his size you always are

18+

"I'm scared...what if I get tired too easily, a-and..and your cock's too big.." you whimpered out hesitantly, thighs splayed out atop of his own, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders while Kaiser made out with you sloppily, lazy, wet smacks of his lips catching yours and tugging at them.

He groaned at your words, the sound vibrating through both your mouths. "Nein.." he said firmly, your breaths mingling together, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and brushing his thumb over your cheekbone possessively.

"You wont get tired..." a pause. Then, with quiet whispers "and my cock? Ill make sure it fits you perfectly..I'll go slow for my girl."

Without waiting for you to doubt this again, Kaiser shifted onto his back on the bed and pulled you up by the hips towards him, a silent invitation for you to climb on top of him.

Kaiser really hopes you dont hesitate again, because he's been waiting for the moment you'd agree to ride him for weeks now. He wasnt sure hed be able to back down if you suddenly changed your mind.

Luckily for you and your relationship, you obeyed, climbing onto his lap with clumsy eagerness and settling your pussy onto him. Like a pathetic, dumb bunny for its master, following each command.

He'd trained you well.

The second your wet heat pressed against his half hard cock, Kaiser sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, the friction maddening.

You were grinding clumsily, eagerly, like an excited puppy who didnt quite know how to ride properly yet, and damn if it wasnt driving him crazy.

His hands immediately found your hips again, thumbs brushing over the soft skin there as he watched you squirm above him.

His gaze dropped to where your bodies met, the obscene glide of you on him, and something primal flared in his chest. Impatience and need to control.

He lifted a hand and smacked your ass harshly, making you jolt and whimper again. "Stop teasing, schatz... lift up" his voice was anything but reassuring now. There was a dark glint in his eyes as well.

Oh, you were about to piss him off.

You knew better than that, so you nodded frantically, lifting yourself on shaky knees with arousal and restraint, looking down at him in expectation.

Kaiser's icy blue eyes burned into yours as you lifted yourself up, watching your every move with a predator gaze. He reached down slowly to line himself up with your entrance, nudging his tip against your slick folds, letting it be engulfed by your heat.

You bit your lower lip to muffle your sounds as gou began sinking down on him, impaling yourself on his massive girth and whimpering through it, eyes squeezed shut.

His jaw clenched, fingers digging into your ass hard enough to leave marks.

You were tight. So tight. Even with how wet you were, it was still a struggle to get him inside. He loved every second of it despite your obvious response to burning pain.

He groaned when your pussy lips finally hugged the base of his cock in such a pretty way, his thumb coming down to play with your clit where it was resting against his shaft, stretched by your folds pulled apart on his cock.

"Micha..!" You whined, shaky hands planting themselves on his hard panel of chest muscles, trembling, pussy sporadically clenching around him in weak attempts to accommodate his size.

His chest rose and fell rapidly under your palms, teeth grinding together hard.

Kaiser surged up in a split second, startling you a bit as he crashed his lips onto yours in a searing kiss, hungry and desperate. All teeth and tongue as he poured his soul into it.

Meanwhile, his hips lifted slightly to meet your tiny rocking motions.

The kiss muffled both your whimpers and his groans.. but the room still echoed with the wet sounds of skin on skin- and that sweet little gasp you made every time he bottomed out inside you.

"Y-youre so big... its like I can feel you in my belly-" you murmured against his lips, leaking slick arousal around his cock and down to his full balls.

Kaiser shuddered violently at your words, his cock twitcheding inside you at the image of his length stretching you so deep it reached your belly.

That mental picture? Fuck.

His hands slid down to grip your ass again, squeezing possessively as he finally broke the kiss to pant against your lips. His voice came out wrecked- rough with arousal "Good... feels good, right?"

Then, without warning, he rolled his hips upward sharply, giving a single hard thrust that buried him even deeper than before. The movement made wet squelching sounds from how soaked you were... and his balls slapped lightly against you with every motion.

You nodded frantically- yes, yesyesyesyesyes- eyes glazed over and crossing each time he guided you on top of him, using you as a toy for his pleasure.

"M-micha..-aaaghh..haaa-aah" your eyes tried their best to stay focused on his tho, his blue irises so beautiful it always made you clench tighter in pleasure at the esthetic sight of him.

Kaiser was hypnotized by the way your eyes kept fluttering- crossed, unfocused, completely wrecked- yet still trying so hard to look at him. Like his face alone was a drug you couldn't resist.

And damn... it turned him on. So much

His hands tightened on your hips, guiding every bounce as he fucked up into you with slow but deep rolls of his pelvis. Each time he bottomed out, your pussy clenched around him like a vise, those pretty little sounds spilling from your lips making his balls throb.

He leaned up again and kissed you messily, nipping at your swollen lower lip before growling "Look at me... keep looking while I ruin this tight cunt."

Kaiser felt the way your walls started fluttering around his cock, the desperate little hitches in your breath, the trembling of your thighs where they pressed against his sides. You were right there... teetering on the edge.

And as a man who lived for control? He loved this power over you.

So instead of speeding up to push you over immediately.. he slowed down just a fraction, teasingly reducing friction while keeping himself buried deep inside you. His lips curved into that cruel beautiful smirk as he watched frustration flicker across your face.

"Schatz..." he purred mockingly, "You wanna cum?"

"Y-yes! Please, please please plea-"

Kaiser didnt let you finish begging.

The second the "please" left your lips, he snapped his hips up, hard and fast, hitting that perfect angle inside you with brutal precision. Once. Twice.

And on the third thrust? He ground his pelvis against yours in a slow circle, applying just the right pressure to your clit while his cock pulsed deep within.

It was too much. Too good. Overwhelming in the best way possible, and Kaiser knew exactly what it would do to you.

Oh...

You squirted hard, wetting, splashing around his pelvis and the bed under you, arching into him and convulsing with each wave of your hard climax.

The sudden rush of your orgasm, soaking his pelvis, dripping down onto the sheets beneath you both, made Kaiser's breath catch. His eyes widened for a split second, stunned by how intense it was.

He'd never seen you squirt before. Never felt your body convulse like this around him while gushing arousal everywhere... and fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever experienced.

For a moment? He just watched. Mesmerized by the way your back arched, how your thighs quivered against him.. until his own hips jerked instinctively, chasing that tight heat as another wave of pleasure shot through him from simply feeling you climax on his cock.

The overwhelming intensity of your climax triggered his own, his orgasm hitting him like crazy the second he felt you pulse around him again.

A guttural groan ripped from his throat as his release exploded inside you, thick and hot, filling you to the brim, inflating you with it it seemed.

His hands flew to your hips again- anchoring himself- as he thrust up shallowly through both aftershocks.. milking every last drop into your well-used pussy.

Breathless. Sweaty. Completely wrecked, Kaiser collapsed back onto the bed with a dazed expression.. still half-hard inside you and twitching because damn, that was one hell of an orgasm for both of you.

"Told you you'd like it, liebling.." he heaved out, raising a forearm to rest it across his closed eyes, the other one tapping your shaky thigh approvingly.

After a minute, he lifted his hand slightly, cracking an eye open at you and grinning in that mischievous way of his "round two?.."

“. . . fuck,” kaiser grumbled.

you whimpered, feeling even smaller than you already felt. kaiser was on top of you, looking at your slick-coated pussy that throbbed in utter desperation.

he brought his fingers to lightly glide up and down your sensitive, gummy folds.

“aaah. . . micha. . .” you moaned, your body freezing completely under his touch.

“so wet,” he rasped. “fuck.”

his hands moved to grab your hips, pulling you more firmly against him. you felt the throbbing of his dick pulse along your wet slick.

he grabbed the base of himself, beginning to push the tip in.

“mnnn. . . fuck . . .” he shuddered, his breathing becoming more staggered. “won’t. . . fit. . .”

he pushed more firmly into you, filling you up with only a few of his inches.

“m—micha!” you squirm, already feeling completely lost and dazed.

he brought a hand to your mouth, effectively silencing you as he tried to completely focus on fitting the entirety of himself inside your pussy.

“shuddup,” he groaned. “i got it.”

and with a more definitive push, he managed to fit his entire length inside of you, making you gasp into his palm from the stretching sensation.

“oh— fuuckk,” you moaned.

“mmnn. . . schieße. . .” he heaved, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt your walls tightly squeeze against him.

he pulled his hand away from you, his arms caging you in and holding himself up. languidly, he began rolling his hips, his dick slightly going in and out of your tight and stubborn pussy. with each movement kaiser made, a lewd wet squelch! could be heard between your two bodies.

“s’tight . . .” he moaned. he let his head fall back as he struggled pulling himself fully out of you. “god. . . can’t even fuck you. are you sure you’re turned on?”

he let himself still, his cock buried inside of you as he waited for an answer.

“y—yes, i swear,” you nod frantically, your tone a needy whine. “p—please. . .”

he let out a huff of air, seemingly unconvinced. “y’sure?”

you arched your back, pressing more against him in a desperate attempt to show just how you honest you were being.

kaiser’s eyes narrowed, his cheeks flushing. “fuck.”

he resumed his pace, his hips stuttering every time he had to pull back out. your whimpers and whines filled the room, feeling too fucked-out to say anything coherent.

kaiser groaned softly, his tone slightly pained. you could feel the incessant pulsing of his hard dick, and how full and almost claustrophobic it made you.

his pace managed to quicken slightly, causing your breath to hitch as he rocked himself into you once more.

“mmmnff. . . s’fuckin’ good,” he moaned. “god. fuck.”

his lips parted and his eyes became glossy. his gaze stayed fixed on your chest as he continuously kept going back and forth into you.

your lips trembled as you neared your release. “m—micha. . . m’gonn—”

“i know, i know,” he grunted, his energy being used to thrust in and out of you.

kaiser’s body went tense the faster he went to chase his finish. he slightly collapsed more onto you as his dick stirred.

“f—fuck!” you whine, your orgasm gushing out of you and all over onto kaiser’s twitching cock.

“yeah,” he panted, his voice low and guttural. “cum all over me.”

his breathing momentarily gave out as his cock began shooting warm ropes of cum inside of you, making you muffle a pained whimper. the feeling of his juices filling you up made your thighs squeeze around him, as if so you could latch onto a sense of stability.

kaiser’s tense body stiffened as he hovered over top of you. he placed his focus on catching his breath as he looked at you with a heavy, pussy-drunk gaze.

as he finally caught his breath, he spoke, “y’feel so good.” he collapsed more on top of you. “could be inside this pussy forever.”

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