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princess-an · 2 years ago

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Me: *shuji x reader fics after reading this*

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𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — hanma shuji.

hanma doesn't know why he's so nervous about giving you chocolate on valentine's day. for fuck's sake.

he checks himself out for the seventh time in the reflection of the candy shop's display window, running a hand through the gelled locks of his dyed hair, fixing a strand that had fallen loose. chill the fuck out. he leans back against his motorcycle, hoping to god that he doesn't look awkward as he stands there, holding a heart-shaped box and a bouquet of flowers— starting to feel cold as the sun goes down in the distance, his leather jacket and skinny jeans doing little to protect him from the late winter chill.

like, who cares if this is the first time he's spending a valentine's day with someone? he stares into the lidded, dusty gold eyes of his reflection. and who gives a shit that you're the first girlfriend he's ever had? the first person to ever sway his devil heart, to pull him down from the top of the world and dethrone him of the title of the lone reaper? … and who cares if he was over twenty whole fucking years old when you gave him the first kiss of his whole life?

“shut up,” he'd hissed at hanemiya, who laughed at him while he was hunched over shelves of confectionery, unable to pick something for you. “shut the fuck up, b’fore i knock the teeth outta your fuckin' skull.”

“ooh, would ya really do that, now?” usually, anyone would cower and tremble in their pissy little shoes if the hanma shuji had threatened them like that. but hanemiya hadn't even flinched.

“your little girlfriend might run from you, shuji honey,” kazutora had mocked, using the petname you always called him by. “can't risk that, man. not when she’s the first girl that's ever wanted your flat ass in your life.”

“can it, tora.” hanma had warned, voice low. “for a kid that sat in the class corner and got his shit beat in by every other kid in school, you sure have a sharp fuckin' tongue.”

“ouch.” hanemiya's wince was only fake. “hey, man. we're friends.”

to be fair, hanma had never thought much about love or first kisses or valentine's days, or even relationships in general. he was plenty amused and invested by kisaki's endeavours, sidelining his efforts to win over the woman of his dreams like it was a soap opera.

it was new, unwalked territory, and it made him nervous, made his heart flutter, goddamnit— to be in love with someone himself. and god he's fucking sweating despite the cold, as he stands there as patiently as he can and waits—

“shuji!” your voice calls him from behind, and he ignores the way his face and ears heat up as he turns around to find you. “shuji honey! i'm sorry i'm late!”

you wave at him as you rush over, your shoes clacking over the frosty sidewalk and your scarf fluttering in the breeze. the first thing hanma thinks is oh, fuck— because you're damn pretty, and also because your hands are full. of shopping bags that contain what he can only assume are valentine's day gifts for him.

suddenly, he feels embarrassed. the box of chocolates he spent so much time choosing for you, and the bouquet of roses (one of each colour to signify every kind and stage of love) feel suddenly empty. not good enough.

“hi baby,” he says, voice going rough as he softens it for you. leaning down so you don't have to get on your toes, he allows you to capture his lips in a kiss, parting his lips to give himself a sliver of your taste. “don't worry your pretty little head. i didn't wait long.”

“i went shopping.” you tell him, hanging some of your bags on the handlebar of his motorcycle, trifling through one of them for something. “shuji i knew you'd never dress correctly for the weather, so i made some last minute additions to my gift list and bought you these.”

you pull out a checkered scarf, very long in your hands — and you get on your toes anyway, slinging it around his neck and patting his chest before nodding in satisfaction and going back to the bag for something else. “that, and these gloves!”

you take out a pair of thick, black leather gloves and wait for hanma to finish wrapping his new scarf around his neck, before taking his large hands in yours and pulling the gloves on them for him. “aren't they nice?” you smile proudly, squeezing his gloved hands. “look at the silver buttons! you fasten them like this, and see! they're fitted perfectly.”

“i—” his voice cracks, and he blinks down at you in silence for a moment, feeling warm and fuzzy as you hold his hands in yours. “thank you, pretty doll. i love them.”

“and you better use them.” you huff. “i know you're freezing even now. it's a cold evening. you never learn, shuji.”

“i will, baby.” he has to grin at you then, because you're so fucking cute when you turn your nose up and frown at him, bossing him around like that. “promise.”

“kiss.” you pout, then, and his heart melts. he'd already put his flowers and chocolate down on the back of his motorcycle, so he wraps his hands and arms around your waist, pulling you in and enjoying the warmth you offer as he kisses you, his touch so gentle and tender even to himself. “love you, baby.” he says into your mouth, blushing again when he feels you hum happily against his lips. “i love you so much.”

when you pull away, your gaze wanders off to his motorcycle — and you look up at him, eyes somehow so adorable, sparkly and full of innocent joy. “are those for me?”

“who else would they be for?” hanma chuckles, snatching up the bouquet and chocolate, handing them to you. “happy valentine's day.” the words feel foreign, an inexperienced rasp to them as they leave his tongue.

he watches you hug the flowers to your chest, reading the label on the chocolate box, giggling as you notice your name carefully written in black marker on the pink ribbon tied around it. “it's not much,” he starts, but you don't let him continue.

“i love them, shuji! these are my favourite kind of chocolate— and how did you know to pick these specific colours of roses, hm?” you raise an eyebrow, giggling even as you try to appear skeptical. “i bet kisaki taught you. you wouldn't know a thing about flower meanings.”

it's true — he didn't know. he'd asked kisaki for help himself. his little plant-loving genius of a friend had been delighted to oblige. “hey, don't be mean t’me now.”

“i love them, honey.” you smile, and hanma's heart flutters with the softness of your tone.

he knows you love him. you call him your honey, your sweetheart, your baby — as if he wasn't 6’4, tatted up and famous on the streets for being an on-and-off member of multiple gangs, a wild card and a lone reaper of souls that's never been defeated in a fight.

as if he wasn't quite terrible at giving you his love back. he stares again at his flowers and his measly box of chocolates, before glancing as discreetly as he could at all the bags you'd hung on his motorcycle's handlebar. “so, what's our plan?” he licks his lips. “we can go anywhere you want— name a place, i'll drive us there.”

“aren't you sweet,” you reach up to pinch his cheek. “hm, let's go to my favourite restaurant! you know the one. and after that we can drive around and head to the park you like. we can open the rest of your gifts there.”

fuck. “these all’re really for me?” he frowns at the bags — there are six of them, all tote bags in pretty pastel pinks and yellows.

“mhm.” you nod, utterly unaware of what you do to his heart. “i got you twenty presents!”

“the hell?” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the nape of his neck, puzzled. “why the fuck would ya do that, now?”

“buy you twenty presents?” you blink. “well, i was trying to get you something really meaningful, you know? something special. that's practical but also mmm, sexy — because that's the kind of thing you like.”

“and you had to buy twenty of these … practical and sexy presents.” hanma isn't convinced.

you put the flowers and chocolate into one of the bags and climb onto the back of his motorcycle, rolling your eyes at him. “listen, shuji— i got a little carried away, alright? i'm nervous!”

nervous? you? he walks the few steps required to close the distance between you two once again. “hah?”

“mhm.” you grab at his stomach through his shirt and pinch, earning yourself from him a hiss of pain and a swat from his hand. “i'm nervous, because…” you smile, leaning in like you're telling him a secret. “i have to show you a good time—a little birdie told me this is your very first valentine's day date.”

hanma's embarrassment is evident as he tugs the scarf up his chin and turns his back to you, leaping onto the motorcycle and making it jolt, your panicked squeak and the way you grab at his jacket to steady yourself making him chuckle despite himself.

“hey!” you slap his shoulder, and he ignores you, twisting the keys into the ignition and revving his vehicle up instead. “shuji! you're mean.”

“‘m not.” he scoffs, backing up off the side of the rode and to the yellow line. “you're mean.”

he peeks at one of the mirrors and sees your pretty face twisted into a scowl, and his own face cracks into a smile. “you'd be a real sweetie if you told me the rest of the stuff you got f’me, though.”

“those are surprises.” your scowl lifts, as he pushes off the road with one foot and drives out into the street. you wrap your arms around his waist and press your body to his back, cheek against his shoulder as you let the wind into your hair and relax as he speeds up. “you can guess, though. so funny when you guess.”

“cause i never get anything fuckin' right?” he laughs, and then you laugh too, and hanma feels all warm and fuzzy again. god, he loves you. he loves you so much.

people would assume about a man like hanma, that he wouldn't settle for a first love. he would want experiences! he would want to taste love, passion, regret, heartbreak, unadulterated lust, the poisons and ambrosias of other people— but really, he thinks he can do just fine with just you.

he can do just fine with only your love, your presence, your warmth and your kisses from your lips his whole life. if he wants experiences, he'll have them with you.

“hey.” he says, half hoping his words get lost in the wind— but you hum in response anyway, so he continues. “i know i haven't even opened those presents yet, but thank you. alright? i really do appreciate it, baby.”

he laughs at the end, a little awkward, because fuck— he sounds so stupid when he tries to be serious and express something that isn't a joke.

then you kiss his shoulder, and he feels that warmth and fuzziness all over again. “of course. anything for you, shuji. i'll make sure you feel just how much i love you.”

and god, hanma just might fucking cry. his eyes sting, and he blinks the sensation away before it can build — but he still takes a little too long to reply, takes too long to swallow down the lump in his throat. “i love ya too.”

“shuji,” your voice is teasing, and he feels you tilt your face on his shoulder to look at him better. “you're tearing up, aren't you?”

“baby, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” he smiles anyway, because your laugh is beautiful, and when you push yourself up just a bit to place a quick kiss on his cheek, he turns his head just in time to make it a kiss on his lips. ”now stay put.”

note: inspired by an ask left to me by @vivianette. thank you for the idea, beloved<3 interactions, reblogs & feedback are much appreciated!

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‍ ‍ 𖠵𖤥 𑁤 yours.

𖠵𖤥 eren’s new neighbor is extremely lust-loved over him, and wants no one else to take her virginity but him.

𖠵 pairing › eren yeager x black fem!reader.

𖠵 viewer discretion › pwp, virgin!reader, dry humping but not rlly, more like a pussay job fr, minor foot fetish, eren has a big ;) , lots & lots of nasty talk since eren can’t shut up, praise kink, mating press, kissing, pussy slaps, eren is 6’6 bc that’s how tall he is in every fic i write for him, size difference, a sprinkle of humiliation kink, pet names, teasing, minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs & comments are appreciated. <;3

˖ ࣪ 📓 ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆. eren dryhumping a virgin who’s very very fond of him. <;3

greets you with a lopsided grin whenever he comes home from work, pulling into his driveway with his motorcycle and walking across the street to say hello to his cute, new, and fixated neighbor. comes inside to help you out with putting your bed frame up since your delivery arrived today, and he just so happened to come home right on time. eren’s all strong, skin sticky from the sweltering heat outside; a masculine musk making his ditzy neighbor . . . dizzy. as his arms flex and he’s cleaning his face off with his shirt which causes the sculpted abs on his abdomen to show, he becomes even more amused. seeing you chewing on your lips as you speak to him, talks about stupid shit like how you stopped by that new farmers market and found the best peaches, or some shit. eren doesn’t pay much attention, trying his hardest not to slam you down on this bed and fuck the daylights out of you.

eren will purposely make you more nervous by pointing out that you’re ‘staring too hard. take a picture’ only to have you nervously apologize. states that you’ll go grab him a cup of lemonade and turn the ac up. the heart behind your ribcage pounds so hard you nearly trip on your way to the kitchen. he’s so fucking hot. a constant replay in your head the entire time you stood like a creep watching him build your frame. you want him on your bed, now. how can you achieve that? easy. he’s a man, and you’re not dumb. you see the way he looks at you, too. that same, sultry glare, that ‘i wanna fuck you’ tone in his voice when he speaks to you.

by time you’re back in your master bedroom, he’s nowhere to be found. you frown, looking around and calling to him. a gruff ‘yo’ startles you, body jumping when he comes from behind you, the hair under his armpits showcasing as he ties his hair up halfway, the dark gray muscle tank he’s wearing really not helping your situation. you nearly fall out, his eyes glowering.

“took this, hope you don’t mind.”

god, i don’t. i really fucking don’t. “n-no. uh, here’s some lemonade. pressed it myself.”

his large hand wraps around the glass, thanking you before chugging it down. you don’t realize you’re biting your lip as you watch the ball in his throat jump until he raises his brow as he swallows, licking his lips. “it’s finished.”

it was. you didn’t even bother paying attention to it. the pretty black tufted frame taking up most of the space in your room. eren had placed the mattress on top already. there’s a mattress. there’s eren. and there’s you. combine that. eren knocks his head to the side, looking you up and down, these tight denim shorts hugging your thighs perfectly. a simple multicolored tank on your chest and yellow flip flops over your white painted toes.

“what you thinkin’ about?”

you clear your throat. you’re fucking up your plan. stay focused. “i had a question."

"which is?"

"do you have a girlfriend?"

eren smirks, stuffing his hands into his joggers. “why the curiosity? you want me?”

“no!” you yelp nervously. “i-i mean . . . ”

“say it. be brave.”

sighing, you take a deep breath before speed walking to sit on your bed, looking at him as if telling him to follow. eren puckers his lips, slowly strolling towards you, not before discarding the glass in his hand onto your vanity. the tower tall man stands before you, his bulge quiet literally in your face which, by the way, is on habanero right now.

“talk to me. what do you want?”

fiddling with your fingers, you keep your eyes on him, his face straight and lips pressed into a firm line, struggling not to laugh. you’re so cute.

“i wanna be . . . yours.”

“mine?” he arched a brow. “in what way?”

“like, i want you to . . . kiss me.”

that’s when eren actually laughs, lurching forward and cracking up as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard in his life. the man holds his stomach, laugh super adorable but you didn’t appreciate that he was making fun of you. you’re frowning, slapping his thigh before shouting that you were serious. the chocolate haired beauty stops before you hit him again. you’ll pay for that in a second.

“think you want me to do more than kiss you.”

bingo. you swear it all happens faster than you imagined. you’re on your back with your knees stuck together but your legs high to your chest. eren’s on his knees above you, big body hovering over your adorably smaller frame compared to his, feathering light strokes with his fingertips up your ankle, over your calves and between your heated thighs he spreads apart to slot himself in between. you hold onto his forearm, swallowing down your spit as his cologne wafts over you, eren tucking a few strands of his hair behind his ear.

he follows your lingering glare on the happy trail that peeked out after his shirt rose just a bit. pupils dialated and thighs absentmindedly trying to press together, clutching his waist with your grip. you got lost in that one little detail of him. he hums, causing to you blink. “hey.”

“sorry,” you blurt out immediately. eren tilts his head to the side with a grin, tonging his cheek as he rubs your thigh.

“wanna see it?” he teases, hand rubbing over the outline of his dick.

your head shakes like a bobble toy. “mhm hmm.”

a pained sound he emits when he begins to tug down his joggers in slow motion it felt like, finally pulling his cock out, bigger than his hand, bigger than yours makes your eyes literally bulge out of their sockets, whispering a ‘oh fuck’ as your mouth salivates and you see it. for the first time. ever. and it's somehow exactly how you imagined it. thick and pretty. circumcised. soft, round pink tip. veins protruding from the base. it's perfect. and right now it's glossy with precum, eren so close to smearing it across your face for looking at it like that.

you haven't even noticed him removing your shorts, only when your hips begin lifting and the spring heat and air shining and blowing through the vintage window above your bed hits your skin do you realize what happened. nipples taut under your tank. lower halve only in a pair of lavender panties with a tiny cute white bow on the middle of the waistline. you swallow, getting nervous.

“i’m a virgin!” it’s rushed when it comes out, squeaking when he gets ahold of your ankles and throws them over his muscled shoulders, hands never halting as he huffs out a laugh.

“i know.”

eyes widening, you lower your brows in confusion. “you know?”

“no. but thank you for confirming.”

sucking your teeth, you roll your eyes. “asshole.”

eren’s face goes blank after, the sudden change scaring you. your heart paces when he drags your body closer, large hand wrapping around his cock he taps at your clit multiple times with a deep, long groan. squirming and whining in his perfect view of you. “i’m an asshole, baby? but look who’s submitting to me.”

you could feel it throbbing on your tummy, face feeling beet red when he practically squished his nose to yours, hissing and rolling his hips forward.

“you like the way it looks on your little pussy?” he hums. before you can even answer, he’s speaking again, “wish i could see it. can you show her to me, baby? please?”

whimpering, you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth, hooking your finger into your panties to teasingly pull to the side to show him what he's been dying to see. a warm, puffy pussy slick with cum and waiting for him to touch. eren cranes his neck to stare hard, green eyes darkening.

“isn’t she fuckin’ sweet,” next thing he does is spit on it. anything he does fascinates you. even something as lewdly as covering your cunt in his saliva to drag his dick over to make it easier for what he’s about to do. and that’s tuck you underneath him with his dick weighing on your pussy and rutting till the two of you cum. “i’m not gonna fuck you yet, princess. need t’ be prepared for that. n’ i don’t think you’re ready just yet.”

eren’s face stays in your own, your jaw dropping the moment he has you tucked in a mating press, your ass way off the bed, knees to your shoulders, and thighs to your chest. the skin on your tummy wrinkled with the rest of your flesh. you’re kind of upset that he won’t fuck you, but honestly, he gave you a promise that he would. so that was good enough. the important thing was that you had him in the palm of your hand just like you wished. eren keeps his hands planted on the backs of your knees to keep you put, joggers clinging to his slim waist and long hair slowly unraveling from the hair tie since his hair was so silky shielded any outside view. solely concentrated on him, and only him. his smell, his scrunched up face that gives away just how much you’ve affected him. nearly combusting.

“you ever touch yourself to me? whenever you see me fixin’ cars and shit,” his voice cracks, rolling his waist forward to grind his dick against your sluice pussy, balls smushed to your plump ass and dick collecting all of what’s built up because of him. shyly, you nod, gasping.

“ever cum thinkin’ about me?” the fabric of your panties rushes over him, the friction making him groan so loud it almost frightens you, sounding close to a growl. your clit thrums as the fat tip knocks into it accidentally, eren reaching between where you two meet to keep it between your pussy lips. picking up his pace and fucking you faster.

your fingers dig into his arms, not too hard to hurt him, but just enough to leave crescent moons. repetitive, angelic whines and moans matching with his, listening to your bed creak. “hmph. . . yes.”

“stare at it. watch how it fucks you,” now he’s getting aggressive, stretching your legs further back to get in there like he wants to, raising his chest to glower down at you like a giant would a tiny fairy. you force yourself to keep your eyes open, hiccuping and pushing your hips to conjoin with his harder, snaking your right arm to hold your legs up yourself, turning them slightly to the side so your thighs compress around his cock tighter. eren hisses, watching the head of his dick poke in and out of the gap you created.

“fuck, ‘ren!” it felt so fucking good, and it’s silly that he’s making you feel like this without actually being inside of you. you never knew it could be like this. eren’s becoming frenzied, whining and rotating his hips, and you do the same, fucking him back once he lowered your body back onto the mattress halfway. the obsidian, rose, and moonstone quartz bracelets on his wrist clank when he reaches over to yank your shirt down just so his eyes had more of an image to get him off. tits bouncing around.

“always notice how you look at me. chewing on your gum with those pretty, wide puppy eyes of yours. so lost in thought when you see me mowing the lawn or cleanin’ my bike. bet you’ve fucked yourself on that kitchen counter watching me in my garage, you filthy fuckin’ slut,” you’re ready to cum, so close to it you feel it in the pit of your stomach, crying out the harder his thighs interacted with yours, balls slapping and pussy aching. “these fucking lips of yours. so goddamn soft i could bite them.”

the 10k carat gold ankle bracelet you wore shines in his face after the sun hits it, eren paying close attention to it, grabbing your ankle and observing your soft feet, painted lavender toes, a color he liked a lot on your skin complexion. the last thing you expected him to do was worship your feet, eyesight too blurry to clearly see what he’s doing until you feel it. until you feel him pressing a delicate kiss to the arch of your foot, following with the thick heat of his tongue that weirdly makes you moan louder, furrowed brows on your curious face. surprised that it felt . . . good? eren sloppily kisses at your foot, and toes, grabbing the other and tagging between them both, grunting and straightening your legs so they’re entwined and flat to his chest so it’s easy for him to bend forward and fuck you better. the two in one attack really fucking with your head.

“ooo my fucking god, m’gunna cum,” arching your back higher, it all comes crashing down on you, the best pleasure you’ve had in your entire life. possibly the greatest feeling in the world; cumming. it’s fucking nirvana. squealing because it’s the only sound you can seem to make right now, breathing heavily, and it only prolongs when eren cums with you, smacking the side of your thigh with a ‘fuck yes, baby. fuck yes, baby. nnn.’ over and over as he curses in your mouth he finally gives to you. his lips are so addictive, his bottom lip catching yours, gliding over your chin because his mouth is so big it makes you dizzy.

thick, pearl white cum lingers on one of your favorite shirts you’ll have to wash longer, every part of your skin in his hands hotter than your body itself. imprinting his fingertips on your flesh. eren chuckles deeply, smacking your face lightly, pleased that he’s found a new toy to play with. getting to learn you was going to be fun. fucking you was going to be better. and he really, really couldn’t wait. and you felt the same. the lust you had for him beforehand only heightened.

“looks like your good girl clit’s still soakin’, baby,” eren hums, pressing his thumb gently to the sensitive bud, your body writhing still, that static shocking through your nerves. “should i put my mouth on it?”

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𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒-𝐁𝐘𝐅. 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓: e. jaeger x black fem!reader

ꨄ summary! — you absolutely despise biochemistry. good thing you’ve got the perfect tutor.

ꨄ warnings! — nsfw, smut! porn with plot, male masturbation, eren’s a nerd & an absolute loser in this (it’s so hot), reader’s a lil mean, dom-ish reader, sub-ish eren, dry humping, tiny bit of nipple play, finger sucking (idk what else to call it?), oral sex (m!receiving), reader’s a bit of a tease, face fucking, little bit of clit play, unprotected, penetrative sex (piv, wrap it up guys!), riding.

ꨄ author’s note! — am i ashamed of this? slightly. was i leaking like a faucet while i wrote it? … anyway, here are links to the reader’s outfits, in order: (link. link. link.) lmk if i missed anything in the warnings!

ꨄ word count! — 4.4k

it had all started when your professor held you back at the end of class. his usual sandpaper drawl of a voice livened with a stern tone as he informed you—no, warned you—that you were in dire jeopardy of failing his class, and he’d be assigning you a tutor.

some loser who (apparently) sat two rows in front of you in class. some loser your professor had chastised you for not knowing, as if it were something important enough for you to pay attention to. “well, i guess it could be hard for you to pay attention to… anything, really. what, with all the sleeping you do in my class.”

you simply scoffed and muttered, pig fucker under your breath. you had only fallen asleep once or twice in there, and you highly doubted you were the only one.

“whatever.” you sighed, running your hands over your skirt, sprouting up from your seat, and heading for the door. “i’ve got a class.”

“well, then, i’ll just send you his contact information, and let you be on your way.” to any unsuspecting person, that might’ve sounded polite. but you caught the sardonic—possibly even sadistic—tone of his voice. he’d managed to annoy you even further when he shouted, “your sessions start thursday!”

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thursday had arrived, and eren had gotten the feeling his professor was grossly underestimating when he’d said, “she can be a bit of a hard time, but if anyone can get through to her, it’s you.” because you had proven to be a hard time, and then some.

it didn’t help in the slightest that you were so pretty, either. when he first entered the library and saw you sitting in the spot you two had agreed on, the blood under his skin ran hot and the air around him became as warm as though lightning had struck the very spot where he stood.

there you sat, not in a chair like a normal person would, but on the table. the first thing he’d taken notice of was your smile; dazzling, wide, framed by a pair of full, glossy lips, and totally not directed at him. eren felt a blush bloom across his cheeks nonetheless.

a skimpy outfit adorned your body, hugging you in places he’d have to stop himself from imagining later. a white miniskirt covered the very top of your thick thighs, and a soft pink tank top contrasted perfectly with the brown tone of your skin.

you were twirling the ends of your dark, curly braids with your manicured fingers while you looked into your phone camera and snapped various selfies. legs crossed and swinging idly back and forth.

when he’d finally trudged his way over, it had taken a rather loud, “ahem.” to pry your eyes off your phone.

“oh,” you said, your eyes snapping to him and going alight with some unknown emotion before dampening down to indifference. “you must be eren.”

he smiled at the sound of his name coming from your mouth. “nice to meet you.”

“y’know, i really wish i could say the same.” you replied, sliding gracefully off the table to find a seat behind it and taking the faint scent of cherry blossoms with you.

eren never had the greatest poker face, so he wasn’t surprised when you’d noticed the slight hurt wrinkling his features. “no offense to you. i just don’t really wanna be here.”

“i’m sorry about that.” eren said, pushing his glasses up over his nose. usually, witty remarks fell off his tongue as easily as saliva, but he’d caught sight of you batting your thick eyelashes in his direction, and found his mouth was dry as dust. “but professor ackerman told me you were failing.”

“so? professor ackerman’s an asswipe.” you giggled, frustratingly aloof and unserious, pulling a tube of lipgloss out of your purse and applying a shiny new coat to your lips, something eren never thought he’d be attracted to in all nineteen years of his life. “whatever.” you continued. “let’s just get this over with, please.”

***

and for the next few weeks, that was how all your sessions would start. every thursday, you’d meet eren in that stuffy, yawn-inducing library, prefacing the next hour of hell with some form of a complaint. and eren, the saint he was, would only giggle and blush like some schoolgirl.

sure, you guessed you could admit that he was an okay tutor.

so what if in only three weeks of working with him, you were absorbing the knowledge way faster and more effectively than you did with professor ackerman.

so what if eren made biochemistry, dare you say, fun? so what if he took perfect notes? and never gave you shit for dotting your i’s with hearts? and was maybe— only maybe—a little funny? and had the prettiest eyes you’d ever had the pleasure of looking into? and the coolest hair? and his lips, full and pretty and bubblegum-pink. you’d sometimes catch him chewing on the end of a pen, not knowing you could be envious of a writing instrument.

“stop that,” you murmured to yourself as you headed to your designated spot.

eren was already there, twirling his pen between his fingers and skimming through a textbook. “god, i’m so ready to get home.” you chimed, mentally noting how you’d began to mean it a little less everyday.

his eyes flitted up to where you stood, undressing you in a way that he probably thought was subtle. “yeah, why’s that?” rabid butterflies attacked your stomach when he pushed his glasses up his nose.

you sat down next to him and pulled your notebook out. “new episode of rupaul’s, obviously.”

eren only chortled, gesturing to your outfit, more specifically, the thong peeking out of your jeans. “y’know, that’s gotta be against some kind of dress code.”

“oh. i could… i could change right quick if you want.”

“really?”

you released your passive facade with a short laugh. “fuck no. i’d wear this shit to church if i wanted.”

“whatever.” he rolled his eyes, and refocused his attention to the textbook on the table. “are you ready to study for this test?”

***

“okay, i think i’m all set.” after memorizing thirty-five different flash cards and definitions and diagrams, your brain was mince meat in your skull. your limbs felt wracked with fatigue despite hardly moving them at all throughout the hour. “i really think i could make a c.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the pure, unparalleled joy dawning over eren’s face. “that’s—that’s amazing. really, i’m…i’m proud of you.”

“i’m exhausted, ‘ren.” your eyes nearly fluttered shut. “god, how are you so happy right now?”

“i’m happy i was able to help you, that’s all.” he flipped his textbook shut and relaxed a little in his chair. “knowing i’m able to help y—help others with my own knowledge is, like, i don’t know, the best feeling in the world.”

wryly, you murmured. “you must not know what sex feels like.”

eren gasped—or was it a cough?—as his mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. those rabid butterflies from before returned with a vengeance when his voice cracked on a giggle and his entire face blushed a cheery shade of crimson.

“but no, seriously. thanks for all the help & stuff, ‘ren. i’ll let you know how it goes?” you pretended not to notice the mental breakdown he was having and instead packed up all your things.

“y—yeah, uh, you do that.”

***

god, she’s fucking insufferable, eren mused as his dick twitched in his pants.

as soon as the session was over, he’d rushed to his dorm with only one thing on his mind: getting you off of it. seriously, how could you expect him to act normal around you? looking and acting and sounding like that. like everything he didn’t know he needed until it was hanging inches from his grasp.

he had done everything in his power to stay soft for more than five minutes. took two ice cold showers, went over every page in his anatomy notebook, did the same for his french notebook, and then doused himself under another cold shower.

but no matter what eren did, he was on a one-track mind. had been ever since you strutted into the library with your thong clinging to the fat of your hips, lips as glossy as ever, and that intoxicating, saccharine scent of cherry blossoms so thick in the air between you two.

now, there he lay, dick straining uncomfortably against his tented sweatpants and thoughts of you running rampant through his head.

“fuck it.” eren muttered, freeing his dick from his pants and hissing as it made contact with the harsh, cold air. he closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around the sensitive head, the back of his eyelids burning with the immediate sight of you.

what your manicured hand would look like in his stead, working his dick in long, slow strokes. a weak moan left his throat when he thought about you smearing his precum over the tip with your thumb, just the same way he was doing, but only better because it was you.

how pretty you’d look with him in your hand, but how much prettier you’d be with him in your mouth. how your tongue would swirl tantalizingly slow over the tip before you took it between your thick, shimmering lips. in that moment, there wasn’t a feeling he craved more than your tongue sliding over the thick, tender vein that coursed from his base to his tip.

and your tits, god your tits, and what he wouldn’t give to put his hands on them. to start slow; light, shallow squeezes that’d gradually become rougher over time. to run his fingers over your nipples and watch them harden before his own eyes. “so fucking pretty.” he’d say before he took one into his mouth and listened to your breathy little whimpers as he gently sucked on it.

your voice slid into his head like some sort of horny, impulsive thought. “i’m exhausted, ‘ren.” the nickname you had given him falling gracefully off your tongue. your lidded eyes staring up at him as though he were the only thing in the fucking world.

“please.” eren whispered to no one in particular, stroking his cock faster and feeling electricity invade the air around him. “please, i…”

“you must not know what sex feels like.” and eren could’ve melted into a puddle where he lay. because he didn’t know what sex felt like, but what he wouldn’t have given for you to rip his pants off and show him in the middle of that library.

he didn’t know what sex felt like, but he’d be damned if the thought of fucking you stupid hadn’t been running on a loop in his head since the first week he met you.

eren could feel his orgasm approaching nearer with each and every desperate pass along his dick. an invisible coil tightening in his gut, the erratic beating of his heart, and the moans building behind his lips becoming harder to contain.

“yes, yes, yes.” voice nearly dying at the thought of what your pussy would feel like wrapped around him. “you feel so fucking good.”

with a few eager jerks of his cock, eren felt the coil in his gut snap and he was letting a yearning cry of your name slip past his lips. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” eren begged, sloppily fucking himself through his orgasm and not stopping until his dick was too sensitive to take much more.

after his head had screwed itself back on properly and the room had stopped spinning, eren mustered enough energy to find a tissue and wipe his spend off his fingers and lower abdomen.

all while muffled, fuzzy feelings of guilt—guilt he was too tired to process—gnawed at the back of his head.

***

“is now a bad time?” you asked, trying to keep your eyes focused on anything but the sight in front of you. eren, bare chested, messy-haired, and sleepy-eyed. or maybe he just always looked like this without his glasses. “‘cause i can come back, like, way later.”

you were maybe expecting a, “yeah, later.” or “no, right now’s fine.” you definitely weren’t anticipating the door slamming shut in your face without so much as a word from him.

for a few moments, you’re torn between hurt and confusion, not knowing which emotion swirled more prominently in your stomach.

just as the thought of leaving crossed your mind, the door swung open and your eyes were graced with a new sight. eren, an old t-shirt thrown haphazardly over his body, glasses sitting clumsily over his eyes, and faint remnants of water splashes on his face.

“i’m so sorry about that.” he explained, ushering you through the threshold of the door. “i just needed to be presentable, i guess.”

you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. “nobody’s presentable at nine in the morning, ‘ren.”

“nobody but you, apparently.” eren laughed, gesturing to the outfit you wore.

you clutched the test papers in your hands and your head bobbed on a faux-modest nod. “yeah, i figured i’d go out for drinks later whether i passed or failed.”

“so…” eren asked, trying to sneak a look at the papers behind your back. “c’mon, i don’t think i can wait any longer.”

you couldn’t contain the smile threatening to break out over your face any longer. “well, since you asked so nicely.” you unfolded the papers in your hand, revealing the front, which was marked with a bright red c.

the thick gasp eren sucked in as relief swam through his eyes was your finishing point. that newborn excitement and joy you felt when you first saw your score came coursing back through your veins in full force. thoughtlessly, you wrapped your arms around eren’s neck and let out an ecstatic scream as he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

“i did it! i did it! i did it! i did it! i fucking did it!” you squealed, the unbridled happiness in eren’s eyes only fueling yours.

then, without sparing a cautionary thought, you kissed him. you kissed him because there was no way this moment could’ve gone without it. you kissed him because the exhilaration dancing over your skin wouldn’t have allowed you to do anything else.

fervently, hungrily, passionately, you kissed him like it was the last thing you’d ever do. “i’m…i’m sorry.” you breathed into his mouth when you broke away. “i’m really sorry. i don’t know why i did—” and then he was kissing you.

softer, slower, more intense in some foreign way. like you were something tender and fragile and meant to be handled with care. but really, that couldn’t have been further from the opposite. for days—no, weeks—on end, him fucking you open on his dick had been in the background of all your usual thoughts.

slowly, eren’s hand grazed over the soft skin of your thigh before it found purchase on the underside of your knee, pulling it up and around his waist, the other one quickly following. “is that okay?” he rasped, the sound going straight to your already throbbing clit.

you ran your thumb over his bottom lip and watched his eyes darken with lust in real time. “mhm, it’s perfect.” one of your hands unfastened from around his neck and trailed down the expanse of his toned stomach, not stopping until you reached the hem of his sweatpants. “can you get on the bed for me?”

“fuck, yes,” eren backed up until he was seated at the edge of the bed, kissing you desperately along the way. his hands stumbled gingerly over the front of your shirt, fingers toying with the fabric. “can i…” he trailed off, eyes moving frantically from your face to your pert nipples that lay beneath the thin material.

quickly, you make work of untying the front of your shirt and exposing your tits to the brisk air. “you wanna play with ‘em?” you questioned, desire oozing off your skin like sweat.

“yes, please,” and carefully, his velvety palms slid up your waist, stopping just before he got there. eren’s pupils, blown to their very max, grew wider as he dragged his gaze over you.

he took them both in his hands, fondling them as though they were gold. the pads of his thumbs skimmed over your sensitive nipples, and you couldn’t help the whines slipping past your open mouth. “fuck, just like i imagined.” eren cooed.

just like i imagined. the words were like music to your ears, sending another aching throb to your clit. “you thought about me like this, baby?” you ground your hips down against his lap, body flaring with want when your clit dragged over the hardness of his cock.

eren shook his head, mouth opening around a needy mewl. “n—no. i didn’t mean it like—”

you interrupted him with another roll of your hips, grabbing him by the chin and muffling the moans coming from his mouth with a frenetic kiss. the sounds he sang into your mouth had your hips moving faster against him, and you weren’t a virgin, but you swore you could cum from just hearing him alone. “tell me the truth, ‘ren.” you breathed over his mouth. “you thought about touching me like this?”

“yeah,” he admitted, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “i really try not to, but you’re so fucking pretty.” at that, you could feel your pussy grow impossibly needier, arousal soaking the thin fabric of your panties.

deciding that you couldn’t take it any longer, you crawled off his lap until you were kneeling before him, the tent of his erection more prominent than ever in his pants. you purred, “did you think about this, too?” as you pulled his pants down his legs and took his thick cock in your hand.

six inches at least, the head flushed a pretty shade of pink, a thick vein running under it, a shiny bead of precum leaking from his tip, and the erection casting a shadow across your face. the sight of it had your mouth watering and your hips moving against nothing, desperate and aching to have it inside of you. “answer me, ‘ren.”

eren made a noise that was a mix between a moan and a cry. “shit—yeah. i can’t help it, your mouth’s so fuckin’ pretty.” he looked down at you, cradling your cheek with a shaky palm.

as you began to slowly stroke his dick, you adjusted the placement of his hand just slightly, so that his thumb was sitting against your lips. you pressed a light kiss to it before taking it into your mouth. “you’re so—fuck.” you felt him harshly buck his hips up into your hands when you began to suck on it.

watching the sanity drain from his eyes as he looked down on you had you a mess, pussy unattended and drooling with want. “i’ll cum if you keep doing this.”

“but i want you to.” you pouted, dropping his thumb from your mouth.

eren nodded, swallowing thickly. “i do too, but…” you searched for an answer in his eyes, but came up blank. “not like—”

“oh.” goosebumps rose along your skin at the realization. “do you wanna cum in my mouth, eren?”

“i—” you stamped wet kisses along that vein under his dick, and reveled in the sight of him bucking up against your ministrations.

“you what?”

he nodded, fingers digging into his mattress comforter. “i do, i—i really fucking—”

you let a bead of saliva fall onto his tip before taking it your mouth, sucking on it nice and slow, gauging his reactions before you went any further. “‘s that feel good, baby?”

“mhm,” sniffle. “yeah.”

“want me to take it deeper?”

“do whatever you w—”

before he could finish, you were taking him between your lips, not stopping until you could feel him at the back of your throat, his dark thatch of pubes brushing against the tip of your nose.

“oh, shit—fuck. you’re so good…” eren whimpered, trying his best to keep his hips planted where they were.

you pulled off, a string saliva connecting the two of you. “fuck my face, eren.” you rasped. the lust etched into his features quickly morphed into confusion. “i want you to use me, okay?”

he nodded unsteadily, and when you sucked him back into your mouth, you were surprised he actually listened. cautiously, his fingers carded through your hair, and he held your head in place while fucked up into your mouth.

there you go, baby. just like that. your fingers found themselves teasing your clit through the drenched material of your panties, so worked up at the feeling of him using your mouth just the way you both needed.

not long after, you could hear him cry, “oh, fuck. i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i—” followed by warm, thick streams of cum painting the back of your throat. you pulled away, wiping rogue trails of drool from the corners of your mouth.

eren’s chest heaved as if he’d just run a marathon and his eyes were focusing and unfocusing about five times a second. satisfaction burned in your chest. after catching your breath, you wondered aloud, “was that just like you imagined too?”

eren pulled you off the ground by your arms so that you were straddling him again, rasping into your mouth, “i wanna feel you.”

genuinely caught off guard and still a little dizzy from what you just did, “huh?”

“i want you to fuck me.” he said—no, begged—as his grip on your waist grew tighter. “please, baby.”

you stared down into the oasis of his eyes and were met back with nothing but need. pure, unadulterated need. “alright.”

after shimmying your skirt and heels off your body, you pushed him backwards on the bed until he was at the headboard. “i’m gonna ride you. is that okay?”

“yeah, that’s—” he interrupted himself with a grunt when you guided his hands to the hem of your panties, gesturing for him to pull them down.

“if you get these off of me, i’ll let you keep ‘em.” you grinned wantonly, fingers drawing patterns over his happy trail.

not a second later, eren’s hand was on the nape of your neck, pulling you into a sloppy, passion-drunk kiss; your back contorted into a deep arch as his soft tongue moved dizzily around your mouth, all while he pulled your underwear down your shaky legs.

“feel how wet i am, ‘ren.” you implored between kisses. you brought his all-too-careful hand to the very center of your frustration, shivering slightly as his fingertips grazed your clit. “and it’s all for you.”

“for me?” he exhaled, rubbing you in soft, torturous circles. you could tell they were only experimental, and that he didn’t really know what he was doing. still, you couldn’t deny it felt fucking incredible.

your hips fell victim to his tantalizing ministrations, grinding desperately against his timid fingers. “yes, baby. it’s all yours.”

you positioned yourself above his dick, letting it catch on to your clit a couple times before aligning it with your dripping hole. “you want this?”

“more than anyth—” you sank down slowly on the tip, letting out a few whimpers of your own at the stretch of just that alone. eren whimpered helplessly before you, any prior thoughts completely forgotten as his hands find purchase on your hips. “more, more, please. i needa feel your pussy so bad.”

“you’re so fucking big, ‘ren.” you whined as you brought yourself lower and lower with every sniffle and whimper from him, the remaining bits of your resolve crumbling as his thick cock stretched you out. when you sank down completely, eren’s face had scrunched up so tight you thought it might cramp. “do you like the way my pussy feels, baby?”

just as he was about to answer, you rose to the tips of your toes to bounce yourself up and down on it. loud, provocative squelching noises followed each pass of your sopping cunt against his dick. “i love it, i love it, i fuckin’ love it, baby.”

eren’s eyes screwed shut and you halted slightly, moving up to bounce only on his tip. you grab him gently by the chin, and his pretty eyes flutter open. “keep your eyes on me while i fuck you, okay, ‘ren?” he just nodded pathetically, keeping his eyes fixed to you even as tears streamed down his face. “yeah, just like that. you’re doing so good for me.”

you dropped your fingers down to let them pass against your clit, ordering, “open for me.” before you dropped them into eren’s waiting mouth. when you took those fingers from his mouth so you could cradle his face, it wasn’t long before the tip of his dick found that deep, sensitive spot inside you that had you close to cumming in only a matter of seconds.

“i’m gonna cum, ‘ren.” you mewled. desperately, you leaned forward to take his lips in a messy, lustful kiss. “gonna cum all over your dick, baby. you want that?”

the fat of your ass dimpled under the pressure of his fingers. “god, yes! please, please just keep fucking me like that.”

it only took a few more hits on that spot before you felt your body erupt with the built up pressure of your orgasm, gushing streams of white all over eren’s cock with a cry of, “fuckfuckfuckfuck!” skin nearly bursting in flames at the sheer intensity of your release.

“i’m so close,” eren cried, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “can i…” his voice died, then came back. “cum inside you?”

you smiled into his mouth. “yeah, baby fill me up.” and just as you were about to muster the little strength remaining in your knees, eren held you where you sat.

“no, i wanna do it this time.” he whispered. “just sit there and let me use you, okay?”

shocked (and a little turned on) by his foreign demeanor, your mouth fell agape. eren took the opportunity to kiss you as he pounded up into your pussy, filling the room with the repeated sounds of skin slapping and fucked out moans.

soon after, you could feel eren cumming inside you, singing a slight whine of your name as he caked your walls in thick layers of white.

when the two of you came down from your post-orgasm high, eren wrapped a blanket around your bodies and pressed light kisses over your cheeks before sitting his fogged glasses on his nightstand. falling asleep next to you without a care in the world.

so, yeah, you’d say tutoring was going a little better than you had imagined.

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒: k. nanami x black!fem reader

✶ summary! — who cared if your husband gave you everything you could ever want? what did it matter when all you wanted was him?

✶ warnings! — non-curse au, established relationship (husband & wife), black reader, fem bodied reader, nsfw! phone sex, female masturbation, sex toy use (dildo).

✶ author’s note! — this idea came about when i was listening everything she wants by wham! & was supposed to be a lot longer but my brain died right in the middle soooo. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings!

✶ word count! — 1.6k

“what time will you be home today?” you asked, putting your finished breakfast plate in the sink atop your husband’s.

a grimace had already formed on your face before he stamped a kiss next to your ear and murmured, “late,” into the damp spot left there.

your husband, the perfect man he was, could sense your upset even as he was rushing to get out the door. “ugh, i know. how dare kento not attend to his poor, needy wife.” he sarcastically drawled, attempting to lighten the mood and succeeding. “what ever will she do while he’s away?”

kento sauntered toward you, his briefcase shelved over one arm while the other pulled you closer by the belt of your silk robe. “i’m sure i can think of something.” you said, overdramatizing down to the syllable.

you were tempted to tousle the perfectly groomed silk of hair on his head, but remembered his need to be nothing short of pristine whenever he left for work.

“oh, please you’d look pristine in a trash bag.” you had told him when the two of you first started dating.

kento’s mouth had only stretched into a wide, attractively modest grin. “we can’t all be as lucky as you, baby.” before he kissed you gently at the corner of your lips, leaving the taste of coffee behind.

the soothing feeling of nanami’s palm caressing the thinly clothed expanse of your ass brought you back to the bittersweet present. “sooner or later, i’ll have to get a job.” you teased, walking your perfectly manicured fingers up his chest until they settled at the nape of his neck. “maybe an office job or something. i always did look really good in pencil skirts.”

at that, you could hear a grunt slip through nanami’s throat, presumably at the idea of you working, or maybe of you in a pencil skirt. you didn’t know. you were too busy letting him ravish you in a breathtaking kiss.

the cold metal of his wedding band skated across your cheekbone, and you swore you could feel your lungs moving out of the way to make room for your rapidly swelling heart. please stay, you thought, brain so dampened by euphoria you hadn’t even realized you said it aloud.

“you know i can’t do that.” nanami murmured, retying the belt of your robe that had come undone. the action was equivalent to a cold slap against your cheek.

you couldn’t help the small whine spilling from your lips. “but babyyyyyy, you’re the boss.”

“and that means i especially can’t do that.”

when you married nanami, you swore on everything you loved that you wouldn’t be like those desperate housewives on TV you’d grown up pitying. a dark acrimonious gaze tracing over your husband as he left the house every morning, only to be waiting for him at the door the moment he got home.

that wasn’t the life you wanted. but with all the hours kento had started working, you could feel it inching closer and closer. growing uncomfortably over your psyche like a bad rash, or perhaps a heap of barnacles.

“c’mon, honey, there’s so much for you to do while i’m away. what about the club?” nanami asked, referring to the blonde-haired blue-eyed, judgment day, snoozefest you’d stupidly signed up for in hopes of learning how to golf.

“boring.” you drawled.

he pulled out his wallet, and from there his american express, and held it out to you. “slightly less boring.” you muttered, plucking it from his fingers.

but it still wasn’t enough. what good were new dresses if he wasn’t there to admire you the entire time you tried them on? and besides, you didn’t want those stupid dresses, anyway. you wanted to be swaddled up in your husband’s limbs all day, oblivious to the world outside of sheets and skin for as long as possible—that being forever.

“i’ll be back before you know it, okay?” kento assured you, kissing the pout from your lips. “i love you.”

you rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance, heart melting nonetheless. “i love you too.”

***

not four hours after nanami arrived at work, he was at the tail end of another two hour meeting when his phone vibrated with a series of texts. he discreetly pulled it from his pocket, and wondered if his colleagues noticed the blush crawl up his neck when he registered it was from you.

god, he missed you. missed coming home to you at sensible hours of the day, when sunlight still peeked above the horizon and made the brown tone of your skin shine like gold. missed showering with you when he was home early enough to do that. missed you telling him about your day over a fresh hot dinner. missed having sex. just missed you.

if it weren’t for his ironclad resolve, he’d have already caved and told you about the vacation he had planned near the end of the month. paris, the city of love and place you had been not-so-subtly hinting at for the past year. just imagining the look on your face when he tells you is enough to have him wanting to brave a look at his phone.

though, it was the last fifteen minutes of said meeting, and everyone looked as though the spirit had been sucked clean out of their faces with a straw. they probably wouldn’t have noticed if he set the room on fire with all of them in it.

so, he opened the messages, totally unaware of the sight that’d soon be gracing his screen.

firstly, one that read, are you alone? i miss you. then, attached a video that he didn’t need to look any further than the thumbnail to tell what it was. you, your sopping cunt, and your manicured hands wrapped around a thick purple dildo.

“excuse me,” nanami grunted. “there’s been an emergency with my wife. this meeting is adjourned.”

he couldn’t have rushed into his office and locked the door quickly enough, but when he did, he had to at least try and quell the shaking in his hands before he opened the video fully.

not to mention the painful erection tenting his work pants. fuck, how long had it been since the two of you had sex?

nanami opened the video with hands that shook slightly less. your knees sat pushed up to your chest, a pleated miniskirt flipped up over the curvaceous expanse of your ass and bunched up around your waist.

“ken’,” you whimpered. you let the tip dance around the edge of your dripping hole before bringing it up to ease against your swollen clit. “i miss you so much.”

i miss you too, more even, nanami wanted to say, whilst also wanting to strangle you silly for sending something so foolishly reckless in the middle of a meeting. could he do both?

you let the head of the fake dick catch on your hole before slowly giving in and plunging it into you. the dildo sank in with a cute squelch. all nanami could think of was being the one to muffle the little mewls your glossy lips sang out with sloppy kisses. to kiss along those pretty feet as your toes curled with the thrusts he was feeding you.

he could tell by the dazed dizzy look in your eyes you were getting off partly just watching yourself, and that turned him on even more. “look at my pussy, baby.” you cooed in that slow seductive voice he always got stupid for. “see how much she misses you.”

seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty days since you’d last had sex, nanami counted as he followed your instruction. a dripping, soaking mess you were. so wet he could probably see his reflection in it if he were there. you always got so messy, too. smooth, fat lips covered in your sticky arousal. arousal he could see dripping lower and lower until it drenched your puckered hole.

“wish this was your dick, ken’.” you said, spreading your thick folds apart to play with your clit. from there, you began a rhythm of desperately fucking yourself with the dildo while drawing slow circles over your clit. “you always fill me up so fuckin’ good.”

nanami could feel his dick twitching, and wondered if it was possible to cum without touching himself at all. because that’s where your little video had him. little video, he thought. who was he kidding?

it didn’t take long before the flicks of your wrist grew more hasty, and the shadow of an orgasm darkened your hazy eyes. “ooh, fuck ken’, i’m cumming! i’m cumming, i’m cumming!”

watching your pretty pussy contract and relax around the dick as thick spurts of your cream oozed out of you had nanami bucking his hips up into nothing. he wanted nothing more than to be splitting you open on his cock until he was met with that exact response, tenfold.

and as if you weren’t killing him enough, you carefully pulled it out and brought the camera up to your face. you pushed the toy between your pretty lips, sucking it tantalizingly slow, eyes lidded and a little bloodshot, cheeks hollowed, thick webs of saliva staining the corners of your mouth. you didn’t stop until the remnants of your release were sucked clean.

and then the video ended. and nanami was back in his office, back to stone cold sober reality. dick aching in his pants and the fresh image of your cunt burning behind his eyes. he fished his keys from his suit pocket, and not five minutes later, he was clocked out of work and en route to you.

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