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No matter the tournament, you could always find him there. Looming towards the front of each similar building, haunting the floor with a staggering frame and an air of mystery. Never was it obvious the emotions that could lie beneath, really, how could you even begin to guess? Who would be desperate enough to attempt reading the thoughts of a static image? Was the man's identity destined to remain a secret to the public? It was best never to question it, at least, not in his vicinity or in front of the little ones. But one would always wonder, what was up with Ball Guy? It felt as though Y/N was the only person who felt weary of him, everyone else seemed to love the guy. Maybe there was something wrong with him for not being able to look past the mask, it was an afterthought to others, everyone was too focused on the fact that he was generous. Always taking his time to talk to kids and give away freebies, balls that were theorized to be spent with his own money, always being delivered. The sheer kindness of the act would make Y/N avoid him if he could help it. There wasn't anyone so willingly charitable unless they were looking for something, right? If he was so nice... Why is it that there was a stir in the pit of his stomach whenever he saw the man going about his day? He didn't know, he couldn't identify the feeling... Anxiety most likely, that was the guess at least. But the prejudice that permeated his mind in regards to the uncanny mascot-headed fellow was gently pushed to the side that day. Today he was going to see what all the fuss was about, and greater instincts weren't going to hold him back from it. "Hey there! Say, I've seen you before, great job at those last few tournaments!" "..." "Your name has been getting around, I'm sort of honored that we're talking!" "..." "Wait, if this is our first chat, I've never given you a ball before, huh? You should come with me! I have something specially for you!" "..." "You know since you're an up-and-coming champ and all!" "..." "But, we should probably do this exchange somewhere else, wouldn't want the other kids to get jealous of you." "..." "Great! Come with me!" Hm. What a big mouth Y/N had.
In a cramped bathroom stall, Y/N was sprawled out, his back pressed against the toilet's tank as he gripped the lip of the seat towards the back to balance himself, his legs naturally spreading as that was how he'd sit most of the time. Eyeing the mascot, he narrows at him and finally decides to speak on the situation, apprehension building in his chest slowly, "So, where's the special thing?" His voice is a bit monotonous but soft. "It's a little weird that we're in here... There were only two or three people out there." "You're an impatient little thing, huh?" He blinks, taken aback at the tonal shift heard in Ball Guy's voice, "...What?" He asks, his stomach starts to develop that feeling again, the one he'd get while observing him from afar, he seriously was weird. "Heh, just kidding! I have something for you right here," he reaches into his grey shorts and pulls out a standard Great Ball, Y/N's face falls flat, and he goes quiet once again, knitting his brows and shifting his gaze to the side of the stall, as the man in front of him notices, floundering to capture his attention. "What? You don't want it?" Beneath the mask, he anxiously bites at his lower lip, "..." "Jeez, tough crowd, I know it's more common but I wasn't prepared to really wow someone like you today..." He always passed him by and this was the one shot to try and make a good impression, "..." "It's sorta why I asked that you follow me here, didn't want people to think I was low on stock, heh." God he hates you, no wonder people think you're useless. This was never going to work out. "..." "You know, just because you're making your way to champion status doesn't mean you get to act ungrateful." WHY DID I SAY THAT-- Y/N gapes at him, doubting for a second that he even heard him correctly, a few seconds of silence hang in the air as Ball Guy clasps a hand over his mask, the man seated below grimaces, "...Okay, I think I'm done here." SHIT SHIT SHIT-- He sits up on the toilet, looking past the open door of the stall and Ball Guy's form begins trembling, stuffing the ball back into his pocket quickly he starts waving both of his hands in front of him, a panicked voice parting the air, "No no no! Wait! I didn't mean that, ahaha, why would I insult you? That'd be stupid of me!" With a blank look, Y/N blinks slowly at him, focusing on his palms for a moment while he babbled incoherently, were his hands that big the whole time, or was it just him noticing from the motion he made... He was a pretty big fellow from the likes of it, even now he had to tilt his head back to simulate eye contact with the foam head since he was such a behemoth. "Look," he glances back at the hanging door of the stall and gently shuts and locks it as if it'd keep in the noise of their conversation should anyone come in, "I-I can make this up to you...! I'll feel real bad if you leave without taking anything." Only Arceus knew how badly he wanted to get on his good side. Y/N scoffs and leans forward, legs still spreading mannishly, "There's nothing from you that I want dude, you can't exactly keep me in here, I have battles to do today." That was only a half-truth since he had stopped in that lobby to shop the uniforms and scrounge up a lost item or two, battling was just a daily activity that'd happen regardless if he felt like it, he wasn't booked for a thing today. "Hnn, I know! Ugh," Ball Guy holds his mask as if it were his head, his neck hanging momentarily in shame at failing to satisfy such a high-profile person, especially one who he held in such high regard... He swore it's why he mostly dealt with children, they weren't nearly as critical of him and were pleased with just about anything he could get his hands on, why did someone he actually wanted to impress have to be so difficult, "I'm sorry about all this, it's just the principle of the thing," he lifts his head back up, looking at the man seated beneath him, nearly wincing at his crossed arms and perpetual scowl before trying to hone in on a different part of his body that wouldn't show as much disdain, gaze falling onto his ample thighs as he twiddled with his fingers, staring downwards at the full limbs, "Uh..." Blinking, his head snaps back up, "Oh-- I swear I'll be out of your hair if I can at least do you a favor."
Shifting against the uncomfortable porcelain, Y/N seems to ponder for a moment on what exactly he could have the guy do, he was insisting and it was gradually getting more annoying being in his presence so it'd have to be something relatively quick. Nothing, in particular, struck his fancy, and to be honest, the guy in front of him seemed a little incompetent, ditzy if you will. "..." "It doesn't have to be small either! I-If you want... I'll Pokesit so you can relax! Give you a massage? Cook you a nice meal--" "Mister Guy, is it?" The mascot tenses up, having his full attention captured by the serious tone yet subtle joke, "Yes?" "There is something I want from you, more than anything actually." A part of his lower half twitches and he places his hands on the tops of his thighs to mask his involuntary excitement. Y/N peers up at him, pointing a finger at his face and gesturing it in a deliberate upwards motion, a fiendish smile on his lips, "I want to see your face." He did seem desperate, maybe he'd give in to such a demand.
"Absolutely not." The red and white character answered immediately, earning a particularly appalled noise from the throat of his accidental companion. "Seriously? You'll do all that other stuff," he gets up from his spot fully, puffing his chest while invading the space of the much taller man, "but you can't show me your face? You should really reconsider your priorities, I'm being nice here." His hand snakes in front of Ball Guy's chest, gracing the hem of the mask for just a second before a swollen arm comes into view, grasping the smaller forearm of Y/N. He squeezed it, not to hurt him but as a warning to not tread further, the progressing champ couldn't help himself but fixate his eyes on the limb that held him, that feeling from earlier was starting to build itself up again, "Don't do that," the deep voice that left the mascot caused the sassier one of the two to visibly falter, gaping up at him with a look that inched on fearful, eyes wide with an immodest haze, Huh... His arm is so muscular... It feels like everything about him is big... "You may be good at what you do but..." he tilts his head up only to look down at Y/N, the one being held almost swears that he saw a glimpse of an eye through the breathing holes of the mask's mouth, he wondered for a split second why he was looking at him so hard even to notice, "That doesn't give you a privilege over other people to see who I am." "..." There wasn't any arguing against that, he was in the wrong for pushing that boundary with him, and really it seemed to be the only one he had, other than that cardinal rule the person he was dealing with seemed agreeable to a fault, almost too eager to try and please him... He was never like that with the other people that would receive gifts from him, why did he single Y/N out as soon as he decided to give him an inkling of attention? "...You know what? Fine. I have a better idea anyways." He grumbles, Ball Guy loosens his grip on him as he swipes his hand away from the mascot, rubbing his forearm with his opposing hand while his sights stay low, taking note of a distinct contour below his hipline. Am I seriously thinking about doing this? The taller man toddles on his feet, not totally aware of what the person beneath him was doing or thinking due to his mask obscuring a good bit of his vision, Eh, I might as well get something from having my time wasted, though without too much time to think of a question, Ball Guy found his form jolted from a palm pressing into a delicate spot on his body, Y/N was grabbing at his length through his shorts. An inadvertent whimper pries his lips apart, the organ twitching beneath the pressure as the shorter of the two leans in, his belly squishing against the hard body in front of him, "H-Hey, ah... What are you doing?" The unease in his voice was palpable, it nearly caused him to stop what he was doing. Nearly. "Seeing if you can make it up to me," Y/N mutters, "you've got a lot to hide, don't you?" He grins, groping the large man again to feel him react, gaining another whine he tried in vain to suppress, his face and neck warming up beneath his mask. Not even attempting to pull his hands away, Ball Guy's hips seem to lean forward, a hand of his palming the door behind him and the other finding its way on Y/N's shoulder, leaning his head down to meet it, "Ngh... Pl-Please... I--"
CLANG. The door to the restroom was opened with a resounding crash, making the two men in the stall completely shrivel up at the noise, especially Y/N, who still had a handful of the other within his grasp. Slowly releasing the obvious silhouette, he begins a whispery barrage, "Who the hell is in here--" He started, a handprint was left from Ball Guy on the stall door before springing the sweaty palm on Y/N's face, he had no change in expression, obviously, but somehow he could feel like he was pleading with him not to talk, God forbid someone catches what it was they were doing. The echoing sounds of loafers rhythmically hit the bathroom floor, and before pausing for a moment, the tapping of texting could be heard. Muffled under his palm, Y/N jerks a little, continuing to try and mouth off through a skin filter, fingers going up to try and pry the hand, "Mm-mm! Let me g--!" Ball Guy grabbed his waist and shoved the shorter of the two into himself, keeping an arm over his plump form, his back connecting with his fit torso, as he tried to keep him pressed as close as possible, to not make it so obvious that they were in there. "What is with you? Do you want someone to find us? Be quiet." He whispered into his neck through foam and perspiration, Y/N furrowed his brows and jerked again, unable to move due to the strength of the mascot, he was trapped under his grip, and something about the feeling kept his stomach stirring. Ball Guy had to admit, this situation was not at all ideal, he was impossibly flustered at the... forward nature, of someone who he looked up to in a positive light, the intentions set within him nearly dashing the sparkle Ball Guy would have in his eye when pondering the near champion. What was there to really say about the way he tried to take advantage of his kindness? The man was under immense pressure to keep himself under control from the actions placed against him, in more than one way as well. This could have been a don't meet your heroes tale for the ages, had he been a more mentally sound person that is. Part of him wanted to call out the entitled man, really let him have it for how rude he was to him and how pompous he had gotten from garnering some success, and the other half... just wanted to give in to his everpresent yearning for him, no matter how much his idol tried to brush him off or disappoint him with his foul actions, he still couldn't deny the painful erection that sprouted just from being in his vicinity. Uselessly, he tried to keep his ears open for the restroom visitor, but he found it impossible to focus with Y/N inadvertently rutting his bottom against his shorts in his struggle, causing him to instinctively buck his hips into his shapely rear, earning a muted squeak of surprise from the soft-bodied male. Ah... Is that what that feels like... He was slowly starting to understand why Y/N had so much fun teasing him.
"Mmm! Whath th futh--" Y/N started squirming around more vigorously to escape the hold on him, which only made Ball Guy adjust himself to squeeze his pliant little face harder, his other hand wandering down the side of his unruly, fleshy body, holding him back by one of his wrists as he leaned his pecs further into the upper part of his back, forcing him to hunch and bend over. "You know, I realized something, Y/N..." He whispers, having the advantage of his foam mask to cushion his words from being too loud, Y/N rubs his thighs together uncomfortably, he swore under a heat signature his body would've appeared bright red, "It wouldn't matter if we got caught, I'm not a public figure in the way you are..." He continues, Y/N blinks hard, trying to still find any way out of this situation he dug himself into, gulping, he wonders if he should just accept the warmth that's been manifesting inside him. He wouldn't acknowledge it much, outright refused most of the time, but truly he felt as though he was going to burst. It was a collection of small things that kept on working him up during this time with the mascot, he would feign obliviousness to it but there was no rejecting it now, not with the position he was in. "I could still flee with my identity intact, but you? It'd be really obvious, you're a promising young man, who wouldn't want to get the jump on you," he leans his mask further into the crook of his neck, collecting sweat under his jawline, or was it tears falling from Y/N's cheeks, why did it feel like he was going to give out any second, "you're an arrogant little bitch, and I'm going to ruin you beyond belief." Fuck. He shouldn't have said that. Nearly letting his head fall all the way into the mask behind him, Y/N's eyes rolled to meet his fluttering eyelids, feeling his sights go blurry for what felt like at least sixty seconds, huh, did the door to the bathroom close just now... He couldn't tell... his nub had a pulsing heartbeat, forcing his body to tremor and gasp at the feeling, as his weeping cunt clenched around nothing, throwing him into a touchless orgasm that left him trying to grasp at anything he could, a hand landing on a large bicep, digging his nails into the muscle as hard as he could, his hips stuttering. His knees buckle, and mewling into the man's hand he registers that his mouth had drooled, drenching the fingers against his lips, shit, did he really just... Ball Guy, baffled out of his own tonal switch, gently lifts his hand from his face for a moment, as well as releases his wrist from behind him, an expression of absolute confusion hidden on his face, "...Did you just cum?"
Eyes widening, Y/N wishes he could've just passed out right then and there, he responds quietly, "Mnh... N-No?" God, the pulsing feeling didn't stop, he was still unbearably aroused, and he nearly felt dizzy from it. "Ye... Yes, you did!" "No. I didn't." "But you did!" "..." "I didn't even touch you there, is that normal for you?" "Jesus Christ would you stop..." "Like I know I got carried away, I apologize for that, I thought I was scaring you, but wow! You must be really sensitive!" "...This is so fucking embarrassing." Smiling, Ball Guy straightens his back, allowing Y/N to do so as well, as he ropes him into a hug from behind, almost crushing him from the pressure of his arms, "Ahh! You're so cute," in his affectionate movement, he presses his cock against his ass, "Y'know if you wanted something like that done, you could've asked. I wouldn't have a problem servicing you, I was offering anywho." Flushed, Y/N tilts his head to look back at him, meeting the mouth of the mask, condescendingly he asks, "What are you? A slut?" He realizes the irony in the question, he did touch the man's bulge after all, and he clearly had some ulterior motives the further in they went in interaction... he thought he could get away with doing something awful, and because of that he wasn't a very innocent person in all of this. But he didn't know the monster he was dealing with. The mascot chuckles, "Nah, just a big fan." "...You don't see the issue in that?" "Why not? I'd do anything to make a person I like happy." There was something so wrong with this guy. Y/N knew he had accumulated some fans since the past few tournaments he participated in, but this guy was on another level with how much he seemed to like him. Maybe that's why he was continuing to insist he does something to appease him, and at this point... He felt a little desperate for some relief, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to take him up on his offer. "Alright, whatever, I guess so." "Ooh! I'm so excited!" Ball Guy grinned, placing his hands on the man's shoulders to remove the close proximity they had, staring at the back of his head. Y/N takes notice of a change in breath in the big guy, his breathing was a lot more audible, heavy, and cautiously he tries to look back at him, "Hey man, are you goo--" Push. Y/N's hands smacked against the toilet seat, chin touching it. His hands went searching for the lip, holding the sides, if he hadn't caught himself he surely would've just fallen right over, "Dude! What the fuck! Why'd you shove me?!" His bottom stuck up in the air, legs parted with a light tremble seen in them, the mascot crouches slightly. There was no reply on his end, just the feeling of broad hands taking in the surface area of his hips, groping him hungrily through his clothes...
Smack. "Hrk--" The man gasped, twitching forward against the bowl in disbelief, a dribble of spit fell at the side of his lip, Did he just fucking slap my ass? "H-Hey! I didn't ask you to be handsy...!" Low chuckles came from behind him, long fingers hooking the hem of his pants and forcing them down, "Hmn, sorry... I can't help myself," his hands dip below the fabric of his boxers, squeezing his asscheeks, "there's so much of you to play with..." That was so corny, why did it make him hornier. "Ah... I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that..." Y/N mumbles as he tilts his head over, cheek meeting his hand that rested against the seat, as he felt his eyes close, trying to brace himself for whatever he had in store. He couldn't lie, he was a bit frightened at this point, leaving himself in such a vulnerable position at the mercy of some stranger he's never even seen the face of. It was at least unwise to allow him to keep him in there, worse than that he was essentially soliciting him... It was terrifying, it was disgusting, and it made him impossibly excited at what possibilities lay ahead. Ball Guy used what little self-control he had to remove his hands from under the garments. Without Y/N being able to tell, he removes his mascot head for just a moment, placing it to the side. His palms begin encompassing the cheeks before him once more as he meets the clothed slit with his nose and mouth, a shaky sigh hitting the sopping warmth, he swore he could've cum right then and there, this was heaven. Y/N whimpered from that contact alone, feeling him slide his nose down his bud eagerly, it dawned on him then why he forced him down, his face was exposed. "You're so wet..." His fingers spread him through the drenched fabric, running his tongue against his covered nub and sucking gently at first, encompassing him with a moan, "So... G-Good..." He spoke against him, making Y/N squeak and rush to cover his mouth, gaining a chuckle from Ball Guy that felt like vibrations on his pussy. He pulled away, tugging Y/N's boxers down to his ankles where his pants lay, as he took no time to shove his face back into his cunt, tongue helplessly lapping at his clit, nose resting at his entrance. "Sh-Shit, not so-- Hah, f-fast, ngh--" Y/N buried his head into his arms, pathetically moaning into his feverish skin, drooling on his forearms. He felt like he wasn't fully there right now, the technique placed on him throwing him into a daze... Why was he so good at this? Who was this guy? Ball Guy continued his attack, sucking down harshly on his erect self just to make him squeal, his tongue grinding and flicking his bud while he intermingled with sucking the juices leaving his hole, nodding his head into it while his hands came back into view to grip Y/N at the sides of his hips, keeping him in place. He recalled Y/N's buckling when he came not so long ago, he was going to keep him up if he could help it, "Mmn," a subtle pop was heard when he separated from his cock, humming with a smile on his face, "be a good boy for me, stay still..." He keeps at his tonguing, Y/N whines louder this time from the ferocity behind his mouth, it felt like he was trying to suck him dry, like there would be nothing left of him when he was done. Throwing his head to the other side and clawing at the porcelain beneath him, Y/N mewls into his hand, his cunt jerking around the man's long tongue, he tried so hard to keep it together, so hard not to let this man overpower him -- what a useless challenge.
Attempting to control his own painful-sounding sobs, Y/N cums for the second time that evening, knees bending, the man behind him didn't give him the chance to fall over from holding onto him so tightly. Relishing in the gentle wetness that came after, the mascot's tongue kept licking the new fluid dripping off of him, moaning against his sensitive parts as he had nearly cum on himself from just giving head to his idol. A wet spot accumulated on the grey shorts of the large man, but it was pre-cum, oozing from his swell cock since the moment he started touching Y/N. "Uhn... Okay..." Ball Guy pauses, perking up at him talking, as he stops what he was doing, "I think I'm spent, fuck..." Y/N slowly gathers himself enough to stand up straight, his legs still visibly shaking as his back cracks lightly from having been arched all that time, he grumbles something incoherent about it, his hands pressing into his mid back for a second, before pressing one of them onto the side of the stall, catching his breath, he keeps going. "Man, I underestimated you," Ball Guy quietly bent to the side to put his head back on, Y/N bent over to pull up his boxers and sweats, wiping some drool off of his chin, "I think you should quit your day job with skills like that," Y/N jokes dryly, not noticing the mascot looking down at him with a menacing air surrounding him, his back still turned, "that's not funny, sorry. That was fun though, we should do this again sometime." He shoots another joke, finally looking back at the other man, eyes going wide from being pulled downwards, taking note of the massive bulge that seemed to twitch every so often to point at him. "Oh, yeah..." the champ blinks at the impressive silhouette, looking back at Ball Guy who started to step forward, "Oh, no, wait... There's no way I'm doing anything with that, heh, I've already been in here way too long--" "Please..." Y/N's heart fluttered at the husky, soft voice, did this grown man just beg? For him? This experience was going to drive him to insanity. "Seriously I have to go, I don't think I can even..." "Y/N... You tease... Come on..." "I'm not teasing, I really can't do this, it..." "It what?" Puffing his cheeks, Y/N looks off to the side, swallowing his pride. He wondered for a second how his day would've gone if he never stopped in this building.
"...It's too big." "Come again?" Y/N swore steam must've been radiating off his ears from how embarrassed he was, "Don't make me say it again." "Hehe, I heard you the first time." His eyes narrowed at the dual-colored mask, an intrusive thought crossing him about spitting at the stupid expression sewn on it, "You just wanted to hear it again, didn't you?" "You should try praising yourself one of these days, it's nice hearing it come from you." "Quit love bombing, I'm not letting you fuck me." "Hm, I think I can make you change your mind." "I swear if you push me one more ti--" Ball Guy steps forward once again, sending the smaller man back onto the toilet seat, a touchless push if you will. Weak rage glints behind the eyes of the chubby male, quickly being replaced with apprehension at seeing those huge hands come back into view, making him scoot backward until his back hit the tank, but his squirming movements weren't enough to prevent his thick thighs from being forcibly spread by the needy palms of the mascot. "C-Come on! Don't do this!" He cried, rejecting the undying arousal that was swelling in his core, garnering no sympathy from the masked man as he continues his plan, nearly tearing away the fabric of the sweats and boxers, exposing the cunt of his idol once more. "Y/N... If you really don't like it, I'll stop..." His words failed to match his actions, contradicting himself as his long digits began tracing the slick folds before him, making Y/N stiffen and glance away sheepishly, his breathing got louder, "The last thing I want to do is upset you," he crouches at his level, fingers feeling for his clit as he makes an odd, elated noise in his throat, "but... you're still so damn hard..." He breathes, rubbing careful circles around the stiff bud, earning a muffled yelp and bodily jerk from Y/N, feeling overstimulated after having cum twice already, there's a distant sound of a button and zipper being fiddled with. With an uncanny amount of ease, Ball Guy slips a finger inside him, his saturated walls coating his digit in fluids, as he promptly wedged in another, curling his fingers and pumping inside him tenderly, his opposing hand had made progress in unzipping his shorts. Y/N's cunt was weeping with his noises, as he fails to cover up sounds of gratification, making the mascot lean in to tease him, "Hehe, who's the slut now?" "Mph... F-Fuck you... Ah..." His skilled hand continues massaging his inner walls, twisting and churning the wetness at an increasing pace, his thumb pressing against his bud while he threatens to bring him to orgasm for a third time, working his pussy until he feels the start of those aching tremors. A series of moans Y/N couldn't hide escape his lips as the drool in his mouth threatens to dribble, until, he pulls away, leaving his poor partner's opening grasping for more, denying him a third chance to cum. Y/N whines, sucking his teeth with a visible frown working on his face after losing that stimulation, "Hey...! What gives?!" Ball Guy's shorts and briefs fell to unsheath his throbbing cock.
Standing to his full stature, the mascot's demeanor was nothing short of foreboding, as the full-bodied man beneath him gave him a furrowed brow, contrasting the doe eyes he held on the mask. You know, even with the subtle rustling of Y/N's shirt being pulled up to his waistline... It felt like the room got warmer all of the sudden. Plap. A surge of fear crawled through the chest of the smaller man, those big hands were resting on his inner thighs too tightly for his liking. Shakily he forces his eyes to look down, noticing that Ball Guy's shirt had ridden up at some point, exposing his contoured body. Looking past the tempting happy trail before him, his eyes land on the shapely warmth that was now resting on his tummy, he swore under different circumstances he would have just called it quits right then. Ball Guy was massive. Frighteningly so. He helplessly kept watch of the pulsing erection, leaving sticky residue along his skin with each little twitch it made, like it knew he was watching it. Pre-cum seemed to be endlessly pouring from his blushing head, pooling onto the unfortunate stomach of Y/N, there was no fucking way this was happening right now. Y/N almost wheezes while trying to start talking again, nervously chuckling, "What exactly do you think you're doing with that?" As if he didn't already have an idea. A hand leaves Y/N's thigh and wraps itself around the spilling length, the man bites a groan down, lazily jerking his dick against the male under him, forcing him to watch as he could finally touch himself, quiet noises of delight parting his lips beneath his mask, "I think you can guess," his hand dangles at the side as his prick ruts against the pillowy flesh of his belly, closing the proximity by leaning his torso in, heat collecting at the oozing slit as he gets off on the skin-to-skin friction, "Mn... You're so fucking hot, ahn..." He mutters weakly as Y/N silently watches him with half lids and parted lips, wondering to himself why this despicable display of affection was turning him on so much. He wasn't even really fucking him and yet... his adoration of how his body felt pressed on him... the odd worship of one of his least desirable features, at least to him... it could've sent him over the edge. The head seemed to point at him, each little jut of the mascot's lower half a pitiful plea, distant begging mumbling at his core, "Euh... You're fucking g-gross..." Y/N never felt so sickened by someone's behavior... he never felt so... wanted...
A mess of pre-cum was left along the supple skin of Y/N, his torso painted with translucent liquid to show how much he was needed by the man above him, who was now hovering, focusing on angling his body towards his main target. He holds himself at the base, his other hand at the underside of Y/N's thigh, pushing his leg back at an angle, squeezing him. Somehow he felt nervous now of all times, as if it had just dawned on him what he was doing to the person he had been admiring from a distance for so long. There wouldn't be any going back from this, there was no undoing his actions, he was too far gone. Giving his length a lazy pump or two he audibly breathes, head gracing the man's entrance, he cautiously slips the tip inside him, causing the man below him to hitch, throwing a hand onto his face to keep himself down, there was a definite size difference, he felt it forcibly stretching him in spite of how wet he was. Suddenly, the mascot's neck falls forward as he sputters something incoherent, whimpering meekly as his other hand searches for something to hold, digging his nails into Y/N's shoulder as he manages a few jolts of movement before unceremoniously peaking. Seed spills into his idol's pussy, shocking the male with the unexpected feeling, as he rides out his high by continuing to grind only a little past the tip in slow movements, moaning with each little bump he made against him. Y/N processes what just happened and scoffs with a smile, contorting his brows in confusion, "I-Is... that it? That's all you got? Hah. Looks like you got too excited." "I'm not done." The champ's smile dissolves, being replaced with that similar look of fear and immodesty from earlier, "Wh... What?" "I said," he pulls out, making the man beneath him make a feeble noise, a thick droplet of cum fell towards his ass, and the prick was in view again, just as prominent as when he first saw it, "I'm not done, and I won't be done for a while, so," he chuckles softly, nearly sending his companion into hysteria, oh God what did he get himself into, what the fuck, what the fuck. Ball Guy places his other hand on the underside of his bare thigh, pushing it back as far as the other one to fully spread his legs, attempting to get them at his chest. The large man admires the first of many messes he's made inside him from this angle he's chosen, he audibly grins, "Hope you can keep up!" Before plunging right back into his deprived pussy.
Immediately, he bottoms out, constraining Y/N's cunt with his immense girth and shocking his senses to the point where a scream gets caught in the small male's throat, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, it felt like he had been torn apart in the best way possible, and his mind instantly had gone fuzzy at just the feeling of penetration. He had to feel every inch all at once due to an increase of arrogance he had caused in the large man. Adjusting was difficult, to say the least. Catching his breath he croaks out nonsense at first, babbling a few audible words like 'it's so,' and, 'please,' his tone indicating that he was close to crying. A nearly smug sound leaves Ball Guy, despite being just as hopelessly horny as he is and focusing on not losing himself from how tight Y/N was, leaning over his torso, "H-Hmm? What's that? You might have to speak up little man, I can't tell what you're saying..." His hips pull back only to thrust once, and it's like a burning shockwave throughout the plump man's body, making him yelp, "Hng-- A-Ah--" he thrashes his head to the side, looking away from the foam mask with a hand clasped on his mouth, grasping at the seat's lip, he swore he would've used all his strength to knock the stupid thing off of him if he had it. "Your words. Use them." He demands, making the man beneath him lurch forward, watching as he trembles to put a hand on one of his shoulders, sucking in a breath before trying to speak, "Hah... H-Hurry uh-uhp..." The mascot tilts his head slightly, smiling as if he could see it, leaning in enough that his mask could meet the top of Y/N's forehead, nearly making eye contact with him from how close he got. "Hmhm, nah. I think we're gonna stay here until the building closes," he spoke so cheerfully, but his words clearly struck the nerves of his partner, "so, you better get used to this feeling, it'll last as long as I want it to."
Feeling like he was going to fall, he scrambles to throw his hands over the shoulders of the mascot, holding on for dear life when he begins tormenting him with long, drawn-out thrusts, his length managing to find a weakness in him with each stir. This wasn't good... This wasn't fair... Y/N so desperately tried to keep in mind that fear and fury he was feeling mere seconds ago, to keep any semblance of his signature negative sense of self in these filthy affairs, to continue his disapproving act of the guy just to try and keep his swelling ego down... But he could barely think straight with the sensual undulations being forced against him, he was feeling so good that logic had one foot out of his mental window. The guy threatened to entrap him, he already had, honestly there was no way of escape even if he could muster the strength for it -- and the realization of it thrilled him. The faltering was evident in Y/N's pathetic mewls, and the mascot seemed to be reveling in it with his own soft grunting, a pleased purr parting his lips, "Mph, look at you... Taking it all in so well..." Everything in his movement felt so deliberate, the pace building suddenly then slowing, as if he was trying to hold himself back with Y/N, failing, and having to reel himself back in. "Such a needy boy, always begging for attention, always wanting more," Even in the unsteady nature of the guy, it felt what he was doing was all a part of some painstaking plan to make the man beneath him fall apart at his seams, "Keep this up... I'll give you everything I've got." Needless to say, it was working. Y/N grumbles weakly, attempting to drum up words, managing a, "...so fu-ckin... full of it..." before pulling himself in closer, his forearms draping against the guy's shoulders, making his stomach flutter with want, his idol wanted to be closer... to him. Ball Guy releases the tight hold he had on Y/N's thighs, indents of his strength present in his skin, as he leans forward to wrap his arms around his back, completely smothering his form with his own, as he could no longer keep his composure, hilting the man beneath him with a raspy groan, and rocking his hips spastically. Y/N's eyes roll upward, he closes them a moment to embrace the pressure inside him, his walls quivering as saliva starts accumulating in his mouth, spilling subtly at the sides, an indication that he was feeling too euphoric to control simple motor functions. His lips pressed against the guy's shirt, spit unintentionally collecting on the fabric. Though it wasn't so obvious, the smaller man's nerves lept at this change in position, his ears twitching the slightest bit at registering just how heavy the breathing of the mascot had gotten, his head buried into the crook of his neck. A thought came to him of removing the mask, he must have felt so hot under it... he'd be doing him a favor by taking it off... how mad would he get if he tried...
With enough focus Y/N got his thumbs under the sides of the mask, lifting it up as gently as he could, exposing his chin and mouth before the guy, in a startling move, took one of his back-holding hands, and finished the reveal. The mask floats onto the ground. Ball Guy sways his head back, looking at his companion with flushed cheeks and his eyes widen when he realizes what he's done, his pace stuttering. Y/N gawks at him, not realizing the person he's been dealing with all this time was... handsome? Even through the visible sweat on his brow line, the charming blotches of blush on his strong nose and sharp jaw, nothing on him was out of place... Besides his hair color, Y/N did not picture a blonde under that mask. He snickers quietly at his tousled locks, but before he can say something the man above him crashes his lips onto his, hungrily kissing him for the first time that evening. Something about breaching his own privacy... the direct eye contact... the adoring look on his face... made the mascot absolutely snap under pressure. Making a drool-filled mess of his mouth, he relentlessly pounds the man into the porcelain holding him, recklessly and fiercely trying to drive him to his brink all at once out of pure excitement. The chubby man's body involuntarily squirms in defiance, legs wrapping around the other's waistline as his hands palm at the face of his temporary toy, all of his noises of pleasure being caught in the guy's mouth. Squeals and moans tried in vain to escape the long tongue of his partner, but he took them all so selfishly, like every part of the idol belonged to him. Y/N pulls away from the kiss, the two of them panting into each other's mouths as his head snuggles into the clammy neck of the guy, mumbling into his sticky skin, "Mmnh... Go... nna..." "Hh, gonna what?" The tall blonde teases to try and cover up a whimper, his hands finding the smaller male's ass and lifting him off of the seat, a puddle of pre-cum and juices left on the surface. He took complete and utter control of the body beneath him by being able to hold his heavy form over himself, angling his pelvis only to fuck him even harder. "You can say it, big boy," he tilts his lips into his ear, licking his lobe, "What are you gonna do?" Y/N cries against his collarbone, clawing his shoulders while the deep, erratic pumping in his cunt nearly drove him to sobs, "Mph...! Ah-- I-I'm, hah... Cuh-huh...!" "Ohh so close..." "G-God you're so annoy-- hng!" Y/N croaks out, nails digging into his skin, dragging marks in the flesh in absolute agony, squeezing his legs around the guy's muscle-ridden body while he comes undone, head throwing itself back as Ball Guy litters the man's neck with light kisses and licks, sighing into his skin as Y/N whimpers like he's in heat. He clenches himself around his cock, his pace falling to a slow grinding while he lets the man drain from his own high, emptying his seed into him while balls deep. Ball Guy whines against the orgasming male, groaning like he was in pain, the vibrations of his noises rattling against Y/N's throat, as he keeps the man in place, not allowing his hips to separate from his to ensure he felt everything. A few seconds pass before Y/N's body is opposite to the porcelain, the tall man places himself on the only seat present, bringing the man's dripping opening down on his dick once more, kissing the base. Y/N sat in his lap with a glazed-over look in his eyes, legs already having gone slack but it didn't matter too much since his knees were on either side of him, straddling his lap since it wasn't like he had a choice not to do so, what with being carried and all.
"Y'know, you're really bad at pretending you hate this..." the large man chuckles out while feeling up the smaller male's bottom, getting a frail grunt from Y/N adjusting himself in his lap, glaring at him with a stare that inched on spacey, he smirks. "Hmn... Maybe I was just trying to keep you humble," he leans in, the tip of his nose meeting the other's, making the bigger of the two stare with a touch of bewilderment, making him remember this was someone he looked up to who was doing this, the salacious nature of their activities nearly making him forget who he was doing this all to, "If I was totally nice you'd have been done the moment I touched you." The mascot smiles, wrapping his arms around Y/N to bring him even closer, a loving gaze present in his light-colored eyes, "Man, you really are an asshole." "And you don't care." "I don't, I think it's cute. Maybe that's my own fault, maybe it's because I work for the general public and got so used to dealing with brats all the time." "You did ask to do this, I'm surprised you didn't charge a fee, big fan." "Probably the biggest fan you've ever had." Y/N laughs, gently hitting the man on the chest, "Oh wow, boo...! You're so fuckin' corny!" The blonde sighs wistfully, gently rubbing the other's back, his knuckles soothingly dragging against his skin while staring down at his belly, then back at him, "You're beautiful..." Y/N pauses, blinking at the awe pouring from the other's sights, his stomach stirs with a feeling he couldn't begin to identify, but it made him feel... different, and that's all he could really say about it. He grins, lightly mushing the side of the mascot's face with his palm, "Pfft-- you're gay!" Ball Guy turns his head to kiss the middle of his hand, making Y/N squeak, beaming at him and grabbing the bigger man's face to pull him into a kiss. CLANG. The two men froze up, looking each other in the eyes, mouths still entangled, as they heard the sound of sneakered footsteps, a creaky wheeling following the sound. God damn it. They forgot about the janitor.